Shanks

Being Shanks' wife meant being part of his crew, which also meant taking part in the crew's parties, which were everyday. Skip forward to now, the crew had just thrown a massive party, everyone being drunk and passed out asleep on the deck of the ship, beer/bottles still in hands as they slept.

But you were a lightweight, so most of the time you would drink little-to-no alcohol during the parties, so instead of being passed out asleep like the everyone else, you were washing the dishes in the kitchen since the crew had eaten a lot. Well, you thought everyone else was passed out asleep.. not everyone.

You were washing the dishes, quietly humming to yourself when an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you backwards into someone's chest, turning your head you saw your husband and captain, Shanks, his face flustered and eyes droopy as he looked down at you, his only arm still wrapped around your waist.

"Hey.." He said in a slurred voice as his hand gripped your hip, still stood behind you as his lips pressed against your neck, leaving rough marks on your skin.