#OH ITS YAMATO

[tap-dancing-fool]

I don’t know much about Once Piece yet, I’m only on episode 37, but one thing I know for goddamn sure is apparently we love non-passing big tittied trans men in this fandom and honestly we’re winning

[biohazard-inevitable]

Man yamato realy came out here bein like

“Btw im trans and kin kozuki oden”

And hes so real for that

[mokutone]

weirdly, i feel like its been forever since i drew him last. hi tenzō

[hauntingblue]

I THINK!! usopp and nami (and maybe others too) need to learn haki. They said you can't be in the new world without it because everyone is just so incredibly strong and here we are. They are getting headbutted to death and can't do anything about it (their abilities are being nerfed for the plot I know) but they could be SO GOOD if they could do something more idk.... we saw how strong nami was with zeus.... but she has fought with her bostaff before and that just disappeared... nami haki bostaff you will live in my dreams I guess

[solcarow]

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[theleanbean]

I know nothing about One Piece beyond the live action show and what my sister has told me (she's like on episode 500 or whatever), but I think that I've imprinted on that yamato guy

[lesbiankoby]

kakashi “everyone i love is already dead” and his thriving social life and civil partnership slash eternal rivalhood

[male--byleth]

all secret missions and s rank for easy mode done..........

[ariessential]

ngl everytime i see one piece on my dash and fandom discussing plotpoints i wanna catch up and get back into it.

and then i watch/read it and cant get past the humongous boobage of awfully written female characters

[hayatoseyepatch]

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a/n: Consider this my apology for the Endo angst I posted a few days ago. I just KNOW this man is prime real estate some NASTY jealous sex.

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-JEALOUS. Oh my god is Endo one jealous motherfucker. Extremely possessive.

-One of his favorite things to do is mark you up. Just loves the way his bruises decorate your skin, how he just knows anyone who looks at you knows just exactly what you had been up to the night prior.

-He also loves the way your marks litter his skin. He wears them like badges of honor. Endo loves being yours just as much as he loves you being his.

-He will often forego the flannel or any form of outerwear, just wearing his signature tank top. All to just be able to brandish the indents your nails left on his shoulders the night prior as he fucked you dumb.

-But, if you’re a part of Bofurin? He isn’t with you all the time, knowing you spend so much time with the Furin boys when he isn’t there. He is especially jealous of Umemiya, the way Chika only smiled because of him? He’s only worse knowing how much time you spend with him.

-And that jealousy? He definitely takes it out on your cunt.

Endo’s pace is relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room like a symphony. Endo had been fucking you for what seemed like hours, all because of a simple text Umemiya had sent about how his tomato plant was coming along. Before you knew it, Endo had you on your knees, his large hand curled around your throat, using it as leverage to pull your body flush against his.

Your eyes rolled back, the fast harsh pace of his hips had you on the brink of orgasm for the umpteenth time that night. A chorus of his name and pleas falling from your lips, you could feel Endo’s smirk as his teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh of your neck. “Listen to you, fucked so dumb on my cock all you can say is ‘Yamato, please’~” He taunts, lips grazing your ear as he mocks you. “Go on bunny, use your words, tell me what you want.” He teases, pulling a pathetic whimper from your lips. “Please, Yamato, please… wanna come. Please fill me up with your cum, daddy.” You cry, syllables broken through sobs of pleasure as you beg for release.

“Oh yeah? That so baby? Want me to fill that pretty pussy so full that you’re leaking for days? So full that by the time Umemiya gets his hands on you he'll use my cum as lube cause you'll still be so full of me?” He cackles cruelly at the way you try and hide your face from the humiliation of the words spilling from his lips. “Don’t even try and deny is baby, I felt the way that pretty pussy throbbed around me at the mention of his name” He grimaces, hips snapping cruelly hitting that spot deep inside you that has your eyes glazed over from unshed tears at the overwhelming pleasure.

“That it? You want Umemiya to fuck you? Maybe I'll stuff you full and make you wear a pretty plug to leave him a nice present before I let you fuck him. I think you like the sound of that huh princess?” His words send a shockwave of pleasure to your cunt, the coil building in your stomach barely hanging on by a thread at the combination of the filthy words leaving his lips, coupled with his sporadic movements. He lets a hand wander down your body, two thick fingers rubbing harsh circles around your clit, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm in an attempt to ground yourself.

Endo let out a loud growl of your name as the drag of your nails incorporated pain into the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “Go on princess, come for me, wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock. Fuck just like that princess go ahead come for me angel fucking come for me.” He accentuates every word with a deep harsh snap of his hips.

His words were all it took to send you over the edge, throwing your head back and making a sad attempt to meet his thrusts with your own hips. Your walls to clamp down on his cock, as if your body obeyed his very order, hips bucking and body shaking violently as you came undone for him. He groans, loud and deep, feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips finally still. He releases your throat, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him pressing a long loving kiss to your lips as he lays you both down in the bed. You notice as shift in the bed as he reaches over to grab something from the dresser. Your eyes widen as he procures a plug from the drawer, letting you know he was going to make good on threat.

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I hope you enjoyed, as always let me know what you guys think, and I'll see you in the next one!!

[mokutone]

[hauntingblue]

Try not to make fights between two women look homoerotic challenge level impossible

[polarisbibliotheque]

Vergil and his s/o training together

Or Vergil and his s/o spar for foreplay fun!

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: With your sword recently broken, Vergil gave you a new devil arm to get used to. He is also your mentor when it comes to fighting - but being his lover doesn't mean he's going to go easy on you. Quite the contrary.

Restrictions: None, BUT I should tell you: lots of sexual tension in this one. What can I say, Vergil is a weird guy, sparring with his lover does things to him. Nothing explicit though, you know how I roll. Also, reader gets bruises from training/sparring. He's rough and doesn't hold back, I mentioned it before I think Vergil has this "only the strong survive" mentality, and I do think he gets ruthless as a sign of respect for his lover's abilities rather than anything else.

Author's Notes: I blame @yanderebishforlevi for this one after they dropped an ask I just answered :) I'm focusing on the Halloween specials, but that made me go through my unfinished, discarded, short stuff on limbo and rehash/put it together to post something new here.

Simple stuff, not really much of a story, just some training with sexy, bared arms, ruthless, emotionally constipated man. That's why I never thought about posting, it felt like it was missing something a plot so I was going to put it in Nemesis but, oh well. Hope you guys like it xD

“We’re done for today.”

Vergil’s words sounded final, as he lowered the Yamato after a devastating blow that had you tumbling back and struggling to fall on your knees – scraping them in a way you would have some bruises to display for a couple of days at least.

“Given it’s my training session, love…” You growled while pulling yourself back on your feet, using your sword as a crutch for help. Vergil observed you with those cutting silvery eyes, almost as if questioning your resolve to pull yourself up. Again. “I say when we are done. And I am not done.”

“You are being terribly stubborn, that is.” Vergil had Yamato back in its sheath, arms crossed while curiously watching you take your coat off, having only your training clothes underneath.

“Well, at least we got that in common, Dark Slayer.” You carefully watched as Vergil mirrored you and took off his own long coat, leaving his arms bare for the first time that night. He only did that when he was about to get rough during training – and you had to huff a laugh. “I’m only standing down when I master this damned sword, and apparently I’m not even close to that.”

“You are closer than you were when we started.” He took a deep breath, already choosing a fighting stance since you were doing the same – walking slowly in a circle, observing him with a pair of predatorial eyes. Vergil was used to be under that scrutiny around demons, but when it came to your eyes, they were threatening… And bewitching.

“And I would be even closer, if you hadn’t been cheating this whole time.” You narrowed your eyes, allowing a smirk color the corner of your lips as Vergil froze in place – you could even bet he stopped breathing for a fraction of a second.

“Cheating…?” His voice was dangerously low, words alarmingly taking their time, savoring every syllable of that little word. You knew you had struck a nerve – but, in your defense, Vergil had been striking your nerves ever since you started training a few hours prior.

It had been a couple of weeks you had a new sword in your inventory: big, heavy, resembling a claymore. Dante and Vergil had killed one particularly powerful demon that ended up becoming the sword now in your hands: brimming with demonic power, ready to be wielded to bring doom to its enemies. You had your previous sword broken into shards while protecting Nero during one of your jobs – a story for another time – and Vergil thought the claymore of sorts would be a nice replacement.

A new weapon, though, meant a lot of new things: new grip, new balance, new weight, new powers… So much to master, but you had to learn soon in order to keep up with your devil hunter job. Halloween was approaching and, given how chaotic the last few years were, you had to at least master the basics soon enough.

Vergil, being the thoughtful partner and lover of knowledge that he was, offered to help you train and master your new sword – all his arcane teachings would surely come in handy when dealing with a devil arm.

You had a problem, though. Learning and mastering things on your own was almost a given, and you always expected to do it at your pace – meaning, you didn’t have much patience to not be at least good and easily fighting after a few hours of practice. With a mentor like Vergil, though, that process was taking double the time.

He was relentless. You being his lover just meant he would go twice as hard on you – in his dictionary, it probably meant how much he adored you; but in your dictionary, you were absolutely and infinitely vexed that, by now, you hadn’t been able to at least get to a tie with him.

And that was something you always proudly said you could do.

“Yes. Cheating.” You held your sword with only one hand, throwing it behind your body and having your eyes fixed on your lover. That way, when you or him decided to attack, you could use all your strength to lunge forward. “You got exponentially worse every time I lost and got back on my feet again; you haven’t made it easier nor remained with the same level of fighting from the beginning. You are making it more difficult for me. If you hadn’t, I would’ve already had my sword on your throat by now.”

“Tsk.” You smiled as Vergil finally had that nonchalant attitude, but his eyes burned like the coldest circles of Hell. With a swift move, he unsheathed the Yamato and attacked you – as you had already prepared before, you threw your sword forward, immediately able to parry. He quickly tried another attack, but you managed to grip your sword with both of your hands and hold him back. You found Vergil’s silvery eyes staring at you sharply between the blades of your swords. “Don’t expect demons to have mercy just because the sight of you eclipses even the moon herself.”

“If we weren’t sparring, I’d take that as a compliment.” You had a small laugh hidden amidst your words, clearly seeing the shadow of a smile Vergil tried to conceal before he pushed you back with only half of his might – still having you stumble back and use whatever energy you had left to keep your body balanced.

“Your human body won’t be able to take it for too long.” And even if Vergil was trying to convince you to stand down, he still circled you, keeping his own predatorial gaze on your form and tense shoulders to quickly get into a fighting stance. You weren’t one easy to convince when you had your mind set on something, that he had to admit. “We should call it a day and tend your wounds. Your body doesn’t have the same resilience a devil’s body has.”

“I would have a lot more if you hadn’t been ruthless with me, love.” You pointed at some slight marks on your body – nothing too jarring, but still making an appearance here and there. “These bruises are on you.”

With those words, it was your turn to lunge forward and attack first. Vergil easily defended with a swift move from Yamato, trying an attack right after. You managed to defend as well, holding him still for a few seconds.

“They will make you stronger.” Were the only words he managed to answer before you attacked again. Vergil seemed to fight effortlessly, while you had to muster all your strength to wield your new sword – Vergil was right to say your body wouldn’t last for too long: you were already tired, thanks to his training, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to back down. And he knew that.

Even if Vergil worried about your stamina, he couldn’t deny how much he admired – and had a pang of pride in his own heart – every time you displayed that much willpower.

With a calculated attack to disarm you, Vergil was certain your playing would come to an end and he would have the final word on that argument – he did not expect, though, a graceful move from your side, spinning such a heavy sword in one of your hands and making it face down, coming between you and him and completely breaking his stance, foiling Vergil’s attempt to end your resolve.

You quickly threw your sword a little on the air in front of you in order to let go from the grip and hold the blade itself – strong enough to be able to wield it, but careful not to hurt yourself in the process – which gave you the perfect opportunity to spin around him and smack the hilt of your sword on his back.

Vergil slowly turned his head around, still impressed by your swift move after being so tired, only to find you with a smug smile on your lips.

“It will make you stronger.” You pointed at him with the hilt of your sword, throwing it slightly in the air again so you could grab the hilt with one hand and then another.

Vergil kept his back at you, calmly walking to the other side of the room so you could take your initial stances again – but this time you saw him shaking his head and heard a low chuckle coming from him.

Vergil was a survivor, one that lived the law of the jungle for so long that sparring and teasing his partner was one of the best ways to entertain him. To say you were both having fun was an understatement.

“Apparently, I haven’t been ruthless enough with you.” He turned around, holding Yamato’s hilt with both of his hands. You had to hold back a smile – that was one of his stances that usually meant Vergil was starting to lose his patience and considering going all out.

And that usually happened when he recognized you were starting to get the upper hand – which meant he saw your playful sword smack as a sign you were starting to get the hang of things.

After all, you only did that sort of thing with your old sword. Comparing to the way you both used to spar, he was going considerably easier on you tonight.

“Let’s remedy that.” His voice was almost a growl as his feet moved like lightning on the floor.

You had to put all your concentration in that fight – your eyes never leaving the Yamato, quickly finding the blade in the air from its shimmer and parrying with your heavy claymore. Using your weight, you pushed Vergil back – which only worked because he saw it as an opportunity to power another heavy attack to try to get you off-balance. You stumbled a little, but quickly gained your balance once more, holding back another quick attack from your lover – something quite frustrating for him, as you observed in his furrowed brows.

Even if he wasn’t going easy on you, it was the first time Vergil was tapping into some of his demonic abilities – strength, speed and power, for starters – and you took that as a compliment. If he wasn’t going to cut you some slack, he could at least fight you the same way he always did – and Vergil never really held back when fighting you.

As he said before, it would only make you stronger. And that was why you could easily fight some of the most frightening demons of Hell without even breaking a sweat.

Vergil didn’t take long to attack you again. He had that look in his eyes he only used when he was hunting, leaving no room for mercy. You held your sword in a vertical position right in front of you, having the Yamato hit the flat blade of your claymore with enough power to have you and Vergil recoil a little from the impact.

Thankfully, your sword was sturdy enough to take a powerful blow from a legendary blade and its less than formidable wielder and not shatter. That was something you would remember later, for now Vergil attacked again and you defended, holding back a series of lightning quick attacks that required all your attention, strength and speed – as well as both of your hands holding your new sword in order to be able to avoid all of the attacks.

As expected, though, you hadn’t mastered your claymore yet. Your grip faltered in one of your hands, and Vergil’s predator eyes were quick enough to notice that and see a window of opportunity. Spinning the Yamato on his hand, Vergil gripped its hilt and used the butt-end to hit your hands and make you lose your grip on your sword.

As you tried to recover without losing too much of your stance, Vergil took the chance to spin around you – as you did before with him – and use the sheath of the Yamato to smack your back. A bit lower, and he would’ve smacked your ass – at least, he allowed you to keep a little of your pride, as you allowed him when you chose not to do that as well.

You immediately leaned the tip of your sword on the floor, side-eyeing your lover – only to find him with his head held high, that convinced expression he would always wear whenever he had the upper hand, along with a ghost of a smile you knew very well.

“Shall we continue…?” His words were crowned with his usual slight tinge of arrogance, as you turned around and adjusted your grip around the hilt of your sword. “Or will you finally yield and allow me to take care of those wounds?”

“As my lover, you should know, Vergil…” You sighed and snapped your neck from side to side, getting back into position to fight. He had to raise one of his eyebrows, ever so impressed with your resilience. “I do not yield.”

His only answer was a smile before your powerful attack, holding you back with the Yamato still sheathed, using one of his feet behind his body as an anchor so he wouldn’t fall over. Even in his wildest dreams, Vergil could never had imagined he would find someone who would give such flawless answers. Yes, he wanted to care for you. But how could he deny the fire he saw in you when you said such things? It was the same fire that kept him alive for so many years; the same fire that made him get back on his feet even when defeat was certain, when all hope was lost, and only death and blood were expected. The same fire that made Vergil defy all odds and save himself, over and over again.

He didn’t know how he had found you neither how he could deserve you, but he did hope you remained for as long as he could have you.

With another attack, he took the opportunity to unsheathe his sword, using both the blade and the sheath to defend himself from a string of attacks as ruthless as those he had attacked you before. You didn’t see an opportunity, but you knew Vergil relied on a few tricks up his metaphorical sleeves, so you acted quickly to do the same he did before – and with the hilt of your claymore, you weakened his grip on the sheath, quickly spinning your sword and hitting it with all your might, making the blue sheath fly across the training ground. Vergil immediately held Yamato’s grip with both of his hands, trying not to let his surprise show on his face.

You could see it in his silvery eyes, though. You already knew how to expertly access them, to find Vergil’s emotions underneath the icy façade he used to wear. You had an advantage that made your heart swell and bolstered your resolve – and that Vergil was also able to read in your eyes. He fought back, putting a little more of his strength and power into a few riposte attacks, stopping your advances and making you fall a few steps back.

It wouldn’t be fair if he started using his demonic might when your body was almost giving out – but Vergil had to recognize you were lasting a lot longer than he expected. He thought, by now, your physical body wouldn’t be able to keep going, completely unrelated to your willpower. But there you were, proving him wrong – and making him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible.

Your hands trembled a bit, though. You kept your eyes locked in his, reading his every move, his every emotion – and Vergil did the same, as if your fight didn’t rely on your swords anymore. As he got ready for another devastating attack, your sword found his in the air and, spinning your blades together, you brought them down with a flick of your wrist, having them rest together a few inches inside the ground.

You turned your back for a few seconds to catch your breath, pain starting to ebb through your arms. Vergil took some steps back in amazement, since that move was a first: you had never taken a break from a fight by disarming him as well as yourself, even if for a few seconds; you only asked with words and it usually took a few minutes. He observed you carefully – part of him reading if your body was going to give out and part of him reading if you would jump on him unexpectedly. Vergil didn’t know what to expect, but he could feel his blood tingling at his fingertips, ready to take action with whatever it is that you had for him.

After a few seconds, you immediately turned around, locking your hands around the grip of your sword once more and lifting it from the ground. Vergil couldn’t believe you still wanted to fight – and even win – but mirrored your speed and had Yamato back in his grip once more.

A few more attacks. He could see your hands trembling. A few more steps. He could hear your shaking breaths. A few more swift moves. He could see the relentless fire inside your eyes.

Vergil didn’t make it easier because of your crumbling endurance – if you broke, it would serve as a lesson on assessing your own energy and how far you could go. As you knew right from the start, Vergil wasn’t a forgiving mentor and would push you to your limit – he didn’t exactly expect you would do the same thing with yourself as he did to himself in order to improve his fighting to perfection.

A flick of his wrist. A powerful move from your hands. You found yourselves drenched in sweat, in the middle of your training space, the Yamato touching your neck, and your claymore touching the skin on Vergil’s throat.

You had your eyes locked into his silvery gaze, the gleaming blades of your swords ignored as the only thing that dictated that fight was your willpower – yours and Vergil’s. As you looked into each other’s reflections, you stated something you didn’t have to say out loud to be understood: neither of you would ever yield.

As that knowing reached Vergil’s heart, that was only one thing he could really do – something his logical mind and demonic pride could never fathom as the proper response to that situation, but his human heart burned to have him do it. His free hand cupped your face, pulling you into an immediate kiss.

When your lips found his, you used your free hand to anchor yourself in place by holding the back of his neck, pulling Vergil towards you. It was a kiss that burned with the very same fire he saw in your eyes, the one he mirrored in his soul and rarely let out as something other than willpower to keep on surviving. That fire was a will to live, a will to keep going, a will for life… A lust to experience, to burn bright and intensely, to take everything existence had to offer. A lust you could only safely explore with each other, not having to channel that only into surviving, but also into living life as it should be lived.

One of the things Vergil would always tell you, was to never let your guard down. You could be calm and collected, apparently unprepared, but always aware of your surroundings – and ready to kill at every waking moment.

Anything could be a distraction, anything could be a weakness. Being that close to you, in the middle of a fight, with that whirlwind of emotions stirring like a lightning storm that had to have its energy released somehow… Even if you had your sword still in one of your hands as he had Yamato in his, your blades were lowered - you had your grip almost letting go, ready to forget it on the floor.

You had your guard down.

“A demon would have killed you by now.” Vergil’s voice was but a rough whisper as he broke the kiss, his lips barely away from yours, hot breath still ghosting on your skin.

“A demon wouldn’t have kissed me.”

Both of your swords found the floor in unison, as your hands found each other with your lips locking in another breathless kiss.

Fortunately, you were both imperfectly human.

[lokh]

@luckycatcollector it's this one im pretty sure

would u pay 300$ for THIS figure

[silentgravesdontexist]

PART II: Dates & Kisses! w/ Sanji, Nami, & Robin

If you haven't read the first part containing Ace, Luffy and Zoro— here's my masterlist as a guide. Reader will be gender neutral. The third part with Yamato, Usopp, and Jimbei will coming up soon! (Quick disclaimer: its my first time writing Nami and Robin. So, if there are any OOC moments, feel free to comment abt it. Constructive criticism—not destructive.)

CW: None. Pining, dates, kisses, and fluff.

Word Count: 2.6k

Sanji

Dinner at His Place

You didn't like him. The constant smoking, flirting with every woman he sees, and him acting like a pervert at times. However, it wasn't like you hated him. You had a begrudging respect for the way he stuck to his beliefs no matter what.

Would it be cliche to say he loved that? Maybe, but it's what happened. There was something about the way you rolled your eyes at his attempts. How you scrunch up your nose when the smell of smoke on him becomes too much.

Your confidence. The way you presented to yourself. How you truly saw him as a person beyond those flirtations of his. You sat beside him in silence when he found out that the woman he'd been seeing was just using him for money.

You didn't say anything. And that was more than what he thought he needed. Your soothing presence beside him as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Since then, he couldn't get his eyes off you. Oh, he was flirting with another girl again when you passed by? His eyes are following you without even realizing it. The conversation with the girl before him forgotten.

All he wanted after that was to be close to you. He'd follow you around with flowers in tow. Buying you gifts you knew you liked. Barely ever paying attention to anyone else. Even smoking a bit less for you. Focusing all his time and effort in pining over you.

Sometimes, he'd write you letters. Leave you notes where he knows you'll find them. Ofc, he'll make your favorite snack/drinks whenever he can to surprise you.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face when you agreed to come over to his place to let him cook you dinner. Let out a loud whoop over it.

It was late into the night. Candle-lit dinner left by the table— it was delicious. What else could be expected from Sanji? All of it was your favorite meals cooked just the way you loved them. His preparations could beat any 3-star Michelin restaurant. The conversation. Oh, how he loved talking to you. Your genuine interest in him. The way you talked about your passions and hobbies. He could feel his heart race whenever you smiled at him. His eyes were practically shapped like hearts as he listened to you intently. After a lull in the conversation, he gets a small idea. Sanji gets up from his seat and walks over to a record player. Setting up a vinyl and letting it play, soft tunes echo in the area. A romantic and languid pace and tone. He walks back to you with an affectionate smile, his hand reached out for you to accept. "May I have this dance, amour?" He asks with a soft smile tugging his lips. You place your hand in his and he places a soft kiss on it before helping you up. Oh, he could listen to that giggle of yours on hours on end when he twirled you before holding you close. Both of you sway to the tune of the music. One hand holds yours while the other is on the small of your back. He leans in to whisper sweet nothings against your ear. Lips press a kiss against your temple while his thumb brushes over the small of your back gently. You lean into his touch. Savoring the feel of his warmth against your skin. Giggling at his sweet words before he presses kisses against your skin and hair. He buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. "I'm falling for you, mon amour." He whispers into your hair. His hold tightening for a moment as if he's afraid those words would shatter the moment away. "You don't have to say it back. Just let me love you. Holding you like this." He pulls back to meet your gaze. His hand cupping your cheek as he brushes a thumb over it. You wrap your arms around his neck before leaning in for a kiss. His eyes widen for a moment before immediately melts into the kiss. Oh, did he love the way your fingers run through his hair. He chases after your lips even as you pull away. Sanji holds you close. Savoring the moment best he can. "I love you," He whispers against your hair. His voice trembles slightly, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter. You had the power to put him back together and make him fall apart at the seems. And he'd gladly let you have that power.

Nami

Fancy Restaurant

• You and Nami flirted like there was no tomorrow. Tension thick in the air that it made a few others groan in annoyance. There were no labels or commitments. Just two gorgeous beings flirting without biting.

What did Nami like most about you? (Your credit card.) I mean, you personality and capabilities to keep on par with her. Matching her attitude and fire with your own.

Both of you met at a bar. Some random guy was bothering her, and you tried to intervene to help her out. Oh, you thought you were the knight and shining armor? Nah, not with Nami.

She stood her ground and even scoffed at you. The way she handled the situation made you so drawn to her. You apologized for assuming she needed help and offered her a drink.

That's how the two of you got along. It wasn't just the flirtations but the way you could stay with each other's presence and act as though you understood what the other needed. May it be comforting words or just a shoulder to lean on.

You and Nami went shopping at a mall one day. She tried on a gorgeous dress that made you shift in your seat with how mesmerizing she looked when she left that dressing room.

Unable to help yourself, you said that it looked great on her. That all was left was a date and a fancy restaurant to dine in.

She smirked at you. Teasing you that you should be the said date. Though she'd only agree if you bought the said expensive dress and pay for dinner.

You said yes. Obviously.

You knew damn well that you were punching a hole right through your wallet when you said yes to Nami. But a dinner date with her in that dress? Worth every beri. Reserved seats in the finest restaurant in town with a breathtaking view of the city. Despite the relaxed and confident expression she wore, you knew she was impressed by it. Even more so by your casual response to her ordering some of the more expensive items on the list. Her gaze meeting yours as she tells the order to the waiter while you casually wave a dismissive hand. "Someone's in the mood to induldge." She says, leaning against the table with the palm of her hand resting against her cheek. "Can't resist showing off to lovely company after all." You chime, winking at her with a smirk. Oh, how your heart skipped a beat when she bit her lower lip at that response. A shiver runs down your spine as you lean back against your chair. Food, drinks, and conversation flowed between you two. By the end of it, both of you were fairly tipsy from the wine you drank. It was time to leave, and you thought it would be a nice to go for a walk— if not to just savor her presence beside you for a while longer. While walking, rain pours from the clouds unexpectedly. Soaking you two as you dashed through the streets for shelter. Amd the closest was a cramped telephone booth. Your bodies pressed together intimately while both of you tried to catch your breaths. You couldn't take your eyes off her— and neither could she to you. Feeling a little bold from the wine, you raise a hand to brush damp strands of her hair behind her ear. Thumb brushing along her cheek as you gaze into her eyes. Not shying away herself, she wraps her arms around your neck. A small smile now tugs both of your lips upward. Your hand placed on the small of her back. The warmth of it sends a shiver running down her spine. With a tug, you pull her closer, and your lips inches away from hers. "Gonna let me kiss you? Or should I pay for that as well?" You couldn't help but tease. Nami chuckles as her fingers twirl over the ends of your hair as she leans in. Her lips brushing against yours as she speaks. "Consider it as a tip for all the service you've done." Nami mumbles before leaning in to close the distance between the both of you. The kiss is heated and passionate as you melt into it. Wild patters of the rain and wind against the glass panes of the booth become a soft hum as you lose yourself in the softness and taste of her lips. You chase after her lips when she pulls away. She chuckles at the dazed look on your face. You simply hold her close and press another chaste kiss on her lips before meeting her gaze with a sincere and warm look in them. "Maybe we could go on a less expensive date next time?" You ask, a slightly hopeful look on your face. Nami presses a kiss on the tip of your nose, craddling your face in her hands. "Just don't be cheap on me, alright?" She muses. A mischievious glint in her eyes. "Never." You say confidently before leaning in for another kiss that she gladly reciprocates.

Nico Robin

Impromptu Indoor Date

There was a certain library that Robin liked to frequent at, and you were the librarian of that said library. You'd always spot her by her usual spot near the windows with a book in hand. It was close to where you were stationed.

At first, you found yourself captivated by her beauty and how she carried herself. Your gaze following her and occoasionally sneaking glances at her while she read. Oftenly making her card a bit more prioritized than the others.

The two of you barely ever interacted. A warm smile, casual waves, conversations of the books you've both read, and a few laughs shared.

One time, you were so distracted staring at her with obvious longing in your eyes that you got scolded by another person in the library trying to inquire about a certain book. You hurriedly apologized and attended to the said person.

When you finished, you risked a sheepish look at Robin. Only to find her chuckling at you and waving a hand. A warm smile on her lips and that playful glint in her eyes that made your insides melt a bit.

Slowly gathering up the courage, you'd slip in notes between the pages of the books she borrows. It starts from small greetings, compliments, and even flirtatious comments. If you've already read the book, you'd underline (puting a transparent sticky note first to preserve the book) certain dialogue and comments on the pages.

Sometimes, she indirectly brings it up and teases you a bit. Other times, she'd return the book with a reply of her own on a sticky note.

Finally, you decided to recommend Robin your own favorite book. It was tabbed and annotated by you personally. Although you did slip in a small note asking, 'Would you like to go on a date with me?'

And much to your delight, she reads through the book the handing it back to you with a note of her reply: 'Yes'

Truthfully, you had the date all planned out. You were meant to take her to a nearby open-field garden. Go around the garden while talking. Taking the chance to get to know her better apart from all the lingering gazes and casual smiles. And for a while, you did. Getting to know more about her likes and dislikes, finding her a lot more playful than expected from her easy-confidence, and adoring her intellectual sides. Robin found herself enjoying your presence as well. She found your viewpoints on various subjects interesting and there was something about you just made her feel at ease. Finding it easier to smile and even laugh with you. Though it was cut quite short. A heavy downpour fell on the both of you. Ushering to the nearest shelter, it didn't seem like it would let up any time soon by the looks of it. Plus, you and Robin were soaked to the bone by the sudden rain. "Listen, I...uh..." You start of sheepishly. Sheeks flushing at the thought of your own offer. "My place is nearby. If you'd like, I can take you there so you can warm up." Unable to meet her gaze, you look away for a moment and clear your throat. "I'd rather you not catch a cold from this." It suddenly dawns on you how that must've sounded. Which in the end made you even more flustered, you're stumbling over your words that you didn't have indecent intentions. That she could take a bath, borrow your clothes, and leave right after if that's what she wanted. Although you couldn't really help but offer her to stay a while. Even if to talk a bit more, watch a movie, or even read a book. Robin chuckles at your flustered state but eventually reassureed you that she appreciated the offer and even accepted it. And there the two of you went to your place. When all was said and done, both of you settled in the living room couch. She spotted the books on your shelves and helped herself with one before settling back down on the couch beside you (and you were slightly panicking happily on the inside bc of how she looked good in your clothes). At first, there's this space between you. But as the minutes and hours went by, the two of you drew closer to each other. Sometimes, you'd get up to grab some snacks or drinks and sit down an inch closer to her. All up until Robin sat beside you, your shoulders brushing a bit. Taking a bit of a leap of faith, you wrap and arm over the back of the couch behind her. She leans against you with her head resting against your shoulder. Casual touches of skin and the comfort of each other's presence. Every now and then, you'd find yourself glancing her way. Indulging how peaceful she looked beside you. Her gaze glued to the page of the book she was reading. You fingers reached out to play with the ends of her hair absent-mindedly. Robin lets out a soft chuckle and turns her head to face you. A playful smile on her lips as she meets your gaze. The sight makes your heart skip a bit. Your faces inches away from each other. "You've been staring for a while now. Is there something on my face?" She asks and it sends your heart racing in your chest. You sheepishly shake your head before responding. "You just looked...pretty." You compliment with a nervous chuckle on your lips. Robin leans in just a fraction closer to you, her breath fanning against yours. Unable to resist, you lean in close enough that your noses are now brushing. Your thumb now tyracing along her cheek, gaze flickering down to her lips. A playful smile tugs Robins lips as she leans closer to you. Her fingers brushing against your cheek. The shiver that runs down your spine at her touch makes her chuckle. You lean closer, eyes searching for any hint of hesitation in her eyes. When you find none, you press your lips against her lips. It was a tender and languid kiss. A warm smile on your lips as you look at her affectionately. She leans in for a chaste kiss that has you chasing after her lips. Both of you exchange quick pecks while chucklinh and giggling to yourselves.

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Let us all hope that I can post Part III within this week. The extras will be next week! (i think)

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating ace edition

— male reader <3 i love ace so much sorry it took so long to finish this pooks

— im a firm believer that ace definitely types hehehehe and actually does giggle in real life. he's such a giggler.

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portgas.[name]: best part about dating ace?? his person(a)lity(rms) ❤️

tagged: [l/n].ace

[l/n].ace: damn id smash this fine mffff

-> portgas.[name]: im deleting this post u fucking narcissist

freeluffy: i still win our arm wrestles tho 🥱

roro.zoro: does [name] know he mispelt personality?

-> portgas.[name]: its something called a pun, zoro.

-> roro.zoro: well the delivery sucked i thought ur brain had an aneurysm

revo.sabo: BARRRFFFF this egotistical maniac didnt need this stroke to his ego [name]

-> portgas.[name]: trust me im regretting even dating ur silly ass brother rn

-> [l/n].ace: r u guys talking about me 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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[l/n].ace: pov ur on a date with me and watching me try not to vomit all the sushi i shoved into my mouth all over the table

tagged: portgas.[name]

portgas.[name]: why r u on dates w other ppl???

-> [l/n].ace: ITS A JOKE BABY PLS

-> portgas.[name]: mhm

m4rco.polo: damn this shit sounds disgusting id never go on a date w u again if i saw this tbh

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yamayamato: r u cheating on [name] ace?

-> [l/n].ace: IT WAS A JOKE ITS AN INTERNET SAYING PLEASE

-> yamayamato: yeah well i dont think its very funny :// u should be loyal in a relationship

-> portgas.[name]: yamato <333 u were always my favorite boy ugh i love u sm 🥰

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[l/n].ace: weekly me post bc i love me! (and my mans) 🤓😕

tagged: portgas.[name]

portgas.[name]: yeah im in there guys!!!

-> [l/n].ace: i love u hehehe u make me blush hehehehe

portgas.[name]: are u free tn? i'll take u out and treat u right ughhh

-> [l/n].ace: i got a date with my bf later tn, sorry not sorry !!!

revo.sabo: i need to mute you because i can't be seeing this shit when im in public

-> [l/n].ace: dont be ashamed that your brother is so hot wtf

revo.sabo: with all due respect, im already ashamed that hes my brother in general soooo

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yamayamato: my arms are still bigger. get on my level ace HAHAHA

-> portgas.[name]: proof?

-> [l/n].ace: this is literally cheating, you're cheating on me right now. can you please stop cheating on me with yamato?

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m4rco.polo: god forbid these two do anything by themselves

tagged: [l/n].ace and portgas.[name]

[l/n].ace: ur just jealous ur not in love like we are

-> portgas.[name]: agreed bc how r u gonna be like 40 and still not get any play

-> m4rco.polo: 40?????

dni_nami: i loveee them (whenever they come over they ruin the entire house and im this close to murdering them both)

-> portgas.[name]: but nami 🥺🥺🥺

-> dni_nami: no.

eee.izo: its like ace is trying to become one with him or smth, so unsettling

-> [l/n].ace: weren't you the one preaching about young love a week ago?

-> eee.izo: and now im telling u to GROW UP ace, he's not going anywhere if u let go of him for two seconds

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[l/n].ace: i love my snookums baby boy handsome pretty king to the moon and to saturn <3

tagged: portgas.[name]

portgas.[name]: ... i guess i love you too.

-> [l/n].ace: be more confident when u say it baby cakes

-> m4rco.polo: oh my god [name] break up with this fool already what the fuck is this

freeluffy: whats a snookums?

-> roro.zoro: don't ask luffy, you wouldn't want to know.

revo.sabo: awww what a cute post, if only ace were normal <3

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-> [l/n].ace: ????

-> portgas.[name]: im so glad we can agree on this sabo !!!

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portgas.[name]: rare sighting of a photo of ace with his shirt on, everyone celebrate in the comments !!!

tagged: [l/n].ace

portgas.[name]: dont get me wrong hes sexy both ways but im not trying to see his nipples every where i go

-> [l/n].ace: but babe you said u liked my titties 🥺🥺🥺

-> portgas.[name]: can you not do this rn.

revo.sabo: yayyy finally he stopped being a WHORE

-> portgas.[name]: at least he can be my whore, but still i agree

-> [l/n].ace: you're the most confusing man i know

-> [l/n].ace: i love u sm hehehehe

-> revo.sabo: the way ik his ass is blushing so hard rn and kicking his feet in the air

eee.izo: thank god for that, i was getting tired of seeing him shirtles sin every single post

m4rco.polo: finally !!!

portgas.[name]'s story:

i love him A LOOOTTTTTTTT even though he's a lil freak

[l/n].ace replied to your story: when he posts you 😍😍 i love u too bby (even tho u literally cheat on me to my face with yamato but its wtv bc i love u enough to ignore it ❤️)