#Sanji would let Zoro take whatever he needs from his body

[i-am-minty-fresh]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53261152/chapters/134782354

I think you would enjoy reading this fic. It doesn't have Zoro feeding Sanji but. I just think you'll enjoy it

You are 100% right I throughly enjoyed that…I love the demented imagery of Zoro eating Sanji’s heart…the poems I could write.

I’ve always seen Sanji as a giver. Someone incapable of taking something for themselves no matter how desperately they need it…but he is desperate. He knows what being empty truly feels like and he’s scared of the shivering and the cold it brings. He doesn’t know how to control himself. He has to pass the plate to someone else or he’s going to lead with his mouth instead of his hands. Cutlery forgotten, teeth hitting porcelain, tongue lapping up whatever is left on his plate, one hand pressed against his throat to feel the comforting sensation of food entering his body and one hand clutching onto his stomach to soothe the ever empty feeling.

Comparatively Zoro is a man who takes. Not taking ‘no’ or ‘please’ for an answer as he carelessly exchanges blood for gold. He’ll take starvation, beating, humiliation. He’ll take their last breath, their promises…he always seems to find such generous martyrs. He doesn’t know the first step in giving, after all he has nothing to offer. He’s unused to giving but he gave his promise and his sword to Luffy…so the cook with have to make do with whatever scraps remain. If Sanji is desperate Zoro is intense, never one to backdown from a challenge he takes the cook in stride. If he doesn’t give what he has left, did he even try? He’s met a battle he can’t win, wounds that won’t heal, and a man hungrier than him. He refuses to lose. For once in his life, Zoro wants to give while all Sanji can do is take.

[sundew199]

From a Distance

a/n: so this was a little hard to write ngl, kinda why it took me this long to get it posted but oh well. Again everything is consensual, though not explicitly stated

tags: zoro x f!reader, voyeurism k!ink, oblivious reader, voyeur!sanji, accidental voyeur!Law, fingering, oral f!recieving, cowgirl position, switching POVs

kinktober day six: voyeurism for anon

!!minors dni!!

Maybe Zoro was getting in his own head to think that he was being watched, the feeling of someone else's eyes but yours burning into his back as he dragged his lips down your torso. He'd been waiting all day for everyone to turn in for the night, thinking about fucking you nice and slow for a change as they were still on their way to Dressrosa at the moment. Rarely did he have an opportunity like this, and he probably shouldn't have settled for the bathhouse to enjoy said moment, but he didn't have enough energy to carry you to the room.

Swearing he double checked before pulling you into his lap, he chose to ignore it for the sake of your sweet little moans he was pulling from you. Your breath turned labored when the tip of his nose bumped your erect nipple, twitching from the barely there touch and sighing. Catching the reaction, Zoro flicked his tongue lightly, your head tipping back and breath slightly hitching. You'd had a long day and wanted nothing more than for Zoro to just to whatever he wanted to you, which is why he was so adamant about not being interrupted. It was hard to ignore what he felt like was an extra set of eyes watching you and him, and even worse that he couldn't even gather an idea of where they would be looking in.

"You seem distracted?" Mewling softly to him, running your fingers through his damp green hair, forcing him to turn his attention away from your tits.

"M'fine." Giving you a half smile, pressing another kiss to your sternum, flattening his tongue on the skin and inhaling. Your skin always smelled so sweet, even mores after the body wash you used. Zoro wasn't a fan of heavily scented things, threw him off in any situation, but you were the exception, always the exception.

Dragging you closer onto his lap, water sloshing quietly around your bodies, Zoro hummed when pressing his nose between your breasts, faintly scratching his nails down your back, taking the water droplets with him.

A small shuffle snapped his attention to where the sound was coming from, his single eye frantically searching for the cause of the sound but coming up with nothing. This was ridiculous, he didn't need to be this hyperaware of his surrounding like this, not when it was late and everyone was in for the night.

Keeping a steady hold on your hips, Zoro moved to the other side of the bath, sitting you on the edge out of the water, back facing the sliding door to the secluded area. Caging you in with his arms, he cupped on of your breasts in his hand, thumbing over the nipple and letting his mouth enclose of the other. You moaned a bit louder this time, letting your head fall back and legs bend at the knee on the edge, giving him a view of your glistening folds. His free hand swiped over the flesh between your legs, gathering what was already leaking and pressing it into your clit. Double stimulation had you feeling weightless and free, like your soul was leaving your body the way Zoro teasingly touched you so lightly and firmly at the same time.

Sanji hissed as quietly as he could, witnessing the brute that somehow got you to fall for him, touching you so adamantly, like he were now putting on a show. He wasn't trying to be a peeping tom like he currently was, merely an accident passing by the one window in the bathhouse that looked directly into the space you and Zoro occupied. You were so pretty, from your body to the noises you made, Sanji felt frozen where he stood, palming himself in his trousers and resisting the urge to give himself relief.

He worried with Zoro's acute hearing and sense of his surroundings that he would discover him watching and give him what he deserved. Truthfully Sanji didn't know what would happen if he was spotted, but he didn't want to find out, not needing to bruise his ego or face from his rival. Ironic that their rivalry played into everything between the two, strength, loyalty to their captain and now women. When you joined the crew, Sanji was smitten, more than he thinks he was when Nami and Robin joined. he attempted his advances without overstepping boundaries, but you were drawn to Zoro. As much as that hurt and annoyed him at first, Sanji wasn't a home wrecker and respected your choice. So why was he watching you get teased and fingered in the bath out of view?

Zoro glided the two fingers in and out of you with practiced ease, trying not to glance over at the where he saw the tuff of blonde for a split second, focusing on the slow drawn out moans you were releasing as the thick digits stretched you open. Telling himself at first that he was seeing things, exhaustion playing cruel tricks on him, but still not omitting the chance of that cook watching what he can't have.

"You never tease this much? What's gotten into you?" Your breathless question came, leaning back on your palms and raising your hips to his fingers working themselves inside of you.

"Just trying to appreciate you, but we can speed things up if you'd like?" Humorously challenging you with a knowing smirk, curling the two fingers deep inside you, watching your face contort.

"N-no, this is fine," Sounding like all the air had been sucked from your lungs as you spoke, making a shiver ascend up Zoro's spine, groaning softly as your arousal leaked down to his wrist like little raindrops.

Zoro chuckled, pulling you by the hip to get you to lean back a little more and make it easier to run his tongue over your aching flesh, kissing your swollen clit deftly and fluttering his lashes at the contact. Your dainty hand gently buried into his still damp hair, pulling at the roots just barely and serving as motivation to let his tongue now flatten over the bud.

His hums and groans vibrated your already sensitive flesh, kicking the volume of your moans up a decibel just enough for anyone watching or listening to understand what was taking place in the bathhouse.

Law sighed at yet another pitchy moan coming from the other side of the thin wall of the bathhouse, slipping further into the water and adding more regrets to forming an alliance with the straw hats. If he didn't need them to reach his goal, he wouldn't be here, listening to the moans and sighs of one of the crew members getting pleased by another. What an annoyance. Did none of the straw hats possess any decency?

Perhaps that was too much to ask for, unfortunate for him who was simple trying to wind down and ease the ache in his muscle before heading to bed. He didn't want to admit that the soft muffled noises you were making were doing something to him, stirring the heat in his gut and making him grit his teeth in annoyance in himself. You were pretty, treated him with kindness even after the events of Punk Hazard, so he didn't see an issue in his mild attraction to you. But he was better than getting off to Roronoa Zoro doing whatever it was to you to draw out those pretty noises.

Fuck it. No one would know but him.

The once soft grip you had on his hair turned intense, tightening at the roots and sending little licks of pain through his scalp as he remained buried in your cunt, working you towards another orgasm. Zoro was being greedy yes, but he also couldn't help himself for a number of reasons. One, because he saw that blonde hair flash in the small window again and instead of stopping and giving the two of you some privacy, he decided to put on a little show for the cook. You wouldn't know, so no harm done.

"Zoro - will you please just fuck me now?"

Ah right, he had to keep his focus on you no matter the little game he was playing with the curly browed perv. He frowned pulling away after lapping up the slick and arousal painting your thighs and pussy, irritated with himself for getting distracted. Zoro held your chin in a careful hand, slotting your lips together for a lengthy slow almost messy kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip and pulling on it with his teeth.

Sanji rested his head on the wall, thumbing over the leaking slit of his cock, trying not to let the guilt of doing something so pathetic distract him from the expressions and sounds coming from you. He'll give moss head credit where it's due, seeing him work you into another orgasm right after the first was a talent, Sanji just partially wished it were him bringing you to that point.

He watched as Zoro sat on the edge of the bath, one leg still in the water and the other hanging off the side, his hands guiding you to sink down on his cock, ironically the perfect view for him. Was it intentional? Couldn't be, Zoro would never let him of all people catch a peek at the way he fucked you or how you rode his cock, it had to just be his luck at the moment.

Once your head fell onto his shoulder and Zoro's hands spread your ass cheeks as he guided you up and down at a moderate pace did Sanji feel the arousal surge in his veins, somehow stiffening his own cock more. Working his fist at the same pace as your hips, offered mild relief to the painful erection, forgetting that this was 'wrong' and that he should've kept walking down the hall. But fuck did you look good, the way you cunt stretched and swallow a cock was mesmerizing, ironically helping Sanji form his own little daydream of that being him and not the green-haired brute. He can work out his internal guilt and shame after, adamant about enjoying the display and not getting caught.

"Fuck you're so tight, riding me so well baby." Zoro muttered into your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth and landing a searing smack to your ass, relishing in the squeaky moan. You were jelly on top of him, letting out airy moans and whimpers that sounded so drained of energy but yet so satisfied.

The sounds you were making as your hips moved up and down were enough to drive him insane and the cook, if he could hear them that is. Realizing that Sanji watching from a distance didn't bother him, but instead fueled his ego allowed him to remind the cook what he was missing and what he wouldn't have. Cruel? Possibly, but why would that matter to Zoro? You were his and even if everyone on this ship knew that, reminders never hurt anybody.

Law dug his teeth into his knuckles to the point he swore skin started to break, pumping his shaft under the water to minimize the alerting of his presence. He knew for a fact that Zoro didn't know he was in here, saving himself time by 'shambling' himself into the bathhouse and by luck, not the same one the two of you were in. He hadn't expected himself to...get to this point, but it was a little late for that.

Blame it on the crew of his mostly consisting of males to make him this desperate from accidentally listening on two peoples "time spent together" to have him getting off to merely hearing it. As long as he reminded himself that no one would know but him, he could drown in the saccharine moans and whimpers coming from you.

You'd given up on moving up and down yourself at this point, letting Zoro do it all himself as he thrusted up simultaneously, the very tip of him prodding at your cervix. You were in such bliss, equivalent to riding on cloud 9 to notice anything but the cock slamming into you repeatedly. Zoro always fucked you good, considering it a skill in your mind from the way he always left your legs shaking and numb.

"You gonna cum? Gonna cum from this?" Hearing him ask but not realizing it wasn't directed at you, nodding over his shoulder and sinking your nails into his scalp.

"yes, feels so good." Giving him a reply, unaware of your own obliviousness of the situation.

"Mm that's right, who's cock are you going to cum on?" The snarl and arrogance in his tone flying over your head, moaning with euphoria, tightening your walls and hearing the man below you grunt, sending another sharp slap to your ass cheek.

"Yours."

"C'mon tell'em who, who's cock are you going to cum on baby?"

"Yours z-zoro, yours."

"That's right." Laughing victoriously, thrusting up harshly once and moving to just slamming your hips up and down, skin meeting skin and slapping against each other, echoing off the walls.

Sandi's fist tightened around the head of his cock, panting with each pump he gave himself hearing your moans and ignoring the way you said Zoro's name and imagining it was his name instead spilling from your lips. It might've dawned on him that Zoro knew he was watching, but he didn't care, he was so close and nothing was going to ruin this.

Law lurched forward int he tub, letting out a puff of air as he rapidly pumped his cock under the water, his balls tightening as an indication he was close. So far gone from the slapping of skin and the way you unabashedly moaned and listened to the fellow swordsman's commands. A part of him wanted that to be him in Zoro's place, the other part not caring and just trying to bring himself to an orgasm so he could forget he ever stooped this low for relief. Argh, whatever! None of that mattered, he wasn't part of the crew so this would be a blip in his memory later from now.

Only aware of Sanji's presence and not the doctor they were transporting to Dressrosa, Zoro continued to find way to get you to moan louder and louder so the cook could hear, not knowing their guest was also getting off to they you were taking his cock and wishing it were them.

This was oddly satisfying for Zoro, all parts of it if he were to ever admit, getting to show you off and further reestablish boundaries and rank with the cook. What a sweet opportunity this was.

"Zoro, I'm going to cum I-"

"Me too baby, gonna fill this pretty pussy up, make sure my cum's leaking out and all down your legs." Sweetly kissing your cheek while eyeing the window where he knew Sanji was out of view, smiling against your skin and digging his fingers into your ass cheek, creating divets.

With every thrust, your walls tightened, fluttered around his shaft and begged for him to fill you. Zoro panted into your ear, growling under his breath and holding you down the moment he began to cum, painting your inner walls with his milky seed. Unexpectantly cumming much more than he anticipated, letting out a breathy laugh when he realized it leaked down his cock still buried inside of you.

Without either of them knowing, Law and Sanji reached their respective orgasm at the same time, stifling their pathetic pitiful moan's by biting their hands or knuckles, their minds not wasting a second for the post-orgasmic guilt and shame to wash over them. Though Law couldn't see like Sanji could, he could hear the low deep laugh of Zoro along with your feet planting flat on the ground, the swordsman playfully smacking your ass and going in for a kiss.

It was insane how Sanji almost stiffened up agains from the cum leaking down your legs from your pussy, how Zoro scooped some back inside you with possessiveness. Didn't matter in the end, at least now Sanji knew what it might be like to fuck you, if that were to ever happen, he wasn't going to dwell on that too hard.

Grabbing a towel from the rack and cleaning himself off, Law grumbled under his breath, making sure it was secure around his waist before 'shambling' himself out of here, not wanting to think or be near what just happened any longer, mildly disgusted with himself.

Zoro held the sides of your face once the towel was wrapped around your chest, making a little dress and kissing you sweetly. You were smiling into the kiss and so was he, but for entirely different reasons. And unless someone were to torture this information out of him, you'd never know, it'd be the three of theirs little secret.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

confessions of a swordsman

zoro x reader

summary: Zoro and you are in a thing - what kind of thing? Who knows but Sanji decides to flirt with you to get Zoro jealous.

The laundry line had been put up for the day, Nami and you were on folding duty. A blanket was laid out on the grass, and you sat comfortably folding clothes into piles for each crew member. Nami was taking clothes off the line and placing them in a basket. The two of you had an efficient process and admittedly were having a good time just chatting. The navigator finally pulled down the last article of clothing and joined you on the blanket. She started matching socks and asked what your plans were for the next island docking.

“I need some new clothes,” she sighed, holding up one of her shirts with a large hole in it. “I don’t even know how this happened.”

“I think we could all use some new clothes.” You held up one of Zoro’s shirts and stuck a finger through the tear at the neckline. Nami laughed when you wiggled a finger at her. “He hates picking out clothes though…I’ll probably just pick out a few things for him.”

Nami smirked. “Wow. Are you just so domesticated.”

“It’s not like that,” you shrugged, folding the shirt, and placing it in Zoro’s pile of clothes. Your eyes didn’t meet hers and that’s all she needed.

“Do you want it to be like that?”

 “I’m just happy being on this ship and being by Luffy’s side.”

Your smile was bright and eager, but Nami saw through the feign contentment in your eyes, but she also knew there was truth to my statement. She said nothing else, but you weren’t foolish enough to not think anything of it. For one, you were sure it was obvious to all that Zoro had a place in your heart and maybe, you in his. Not that either of you would ever admit it out loud – whatever was going on between him and you were a mystery to you like everyone else. The swordsman had a one-track mind, and you knew that from the first time you met. In the beginning, the two of you had bonded over trying to keep Luffy alive. Real friendship bloomed through late night drinking and exchanging stories, triumphs, laughter. Then one night, when everyone else went to bed, he kissed you under the moonlight. His kiss was eager but insecure until you kissed him back. You slept together that night and most nights after that – whenever privacy allotted.

But he never called it what it was or could be or should be.

Neither did you.

Now it’s been months of this, and you were trying your best to not want him in ways he wasn’t willing to give. Not that you really knew what his willingness would amount to because you never talked about our relationship. It was confusing. But you also didn’t want to be the one that needed more, who craved more because it felt weak.

“All done.”

You smiled at Nami and divvyed up the piles to deliver the clean laundry. She left with her basket of clothes to take back to our dorms, and you made your way to the guy’s quarters. You knocked first but when no one answered you walked in; you were surprised to see Zoro napping but tiptoed around the room and placed each pile on different beds. When it came to the napping man’s pile of clothes, you moved to his portion of the wardrobe and placed them on a shelf. You nearly made it to the door when he called out your name and you turned.

“What’s up?”

“Come here,” he murmured, eyes hazy with sleep. He was on his back when you approached, and he quickly pulled you down to the bed. You fell on top of him, hands on his chest as he wrapped an arm effortlessly around your waist. His hand snaked around your neck and pulled you down, hair falling over his face. He grinned slightly and yanked you downwards for a kiss. Your body reacted in the way it always did when he touched you, and you wanted nothing more than to let him ruin you, but he kissed you hard once more and released you.

His eyes closed and then he started to snore.

You rolled your eyes and got off the bed, bringing his discarded blanket off the floor to cover him up. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, and you touched his cheek; his skin went warm and red, like he was blushing. He looked peaceful and you left him to his nap; needing something cold to drink to ease the heat of his lips on yours.

…

The kitchen smelled like baked fish and fresh bread; you sauntered toward the kitchen island and asked Sanji if he needed help. He refused but asked you to sit and keep him company, offering up a bread roll when you agreed. The roll was warm and buttery. You groaned and thanked the man, but going quiet as he worked around the stove.

“You’re awfully quiet over there. What did that idiot do to you?”

See, everyone knew.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sanji smirked, lighting a cigarette. He pointed a spatula at you and said you were a bad liar. “You can do better, by the way, but I guess I can’t say I’m blind. Everyone can see the way you two look at each other – as sick as that makes me.”

His dramatics made you smile. “I don’t even know what us is. I mean, we all know how talkative Zoro is.”

The cook laughed with a shrug, deciding you could help, and motioned for you to come help with dicing. You got up and moved around next to him, he handed you a knife and instructed you on how to dice the green onions. You worked side by side for twenty minutes while he gave you advice on how to talk to Zoro – as much as that pained him. “He’s a competitive asshole. So, work with that.”

“How so?”

Sanji watched as you plated the salmon, nodding to the door just as it swung open from the deck. Your eyes went to Luffy who barged in with a smile and Zoro who had followed him, fresh from his nap. “Here, try this.”

The cook had grabbed you by the chin, turning your head gently to him. With his other hand, he spoon fed you a taste of the desert pudding and your cheeks went red. It was delicious but Sanji’s eyes weren’t on you – they were on Zoro’s, who was glaring from the doorway. You grabbed a hold of the spoon and Sanji released you, patting you lightly on the head before announcing that dinner was ready. Unable to even look at Zoro, you wiped your mouth with a kitchen cloth and helped Sanji serve the plates. After making sure everyone had a plate, you sat in the empty spot next to Zoro. He stiffed a little as you sat but then relaxed when you asked how his nap was. He smirked and just asked if you wanted some ale. The rest of the dinner went uneventful. The food was delicious, the drinks cold, and the conversations were lively. You offered to help Sanji with the dishes, but Zoro pointed it you already helped with dinner.

“Let the lazy cook do the dishes.”

Sanji retorted back with a curse but gave you a knowing smile. You stole a peek at Zoro and noted jealously in his eyes – Sanji was right, but you weren’t sure how much you wanted to push it. Instead, you asked Zoro if he wanted to come to the library with you. “I found that book we were talking about.”

“If Mosshead doesn’t want to enjoy literature with you, I’d be happy to after the dishes. We can light some candles, drink some wine…”

You looked over to the counter, where Sanji was arranging the dishes; his eyes were smoldering and kind, you wanted to laugh at his thoughtful attempts to help you, but the way Zoro was fuming next to you – it seemed like he was enjoying torturing his crew mate.

“Do the damn dishes, idiot.” Zoro grumbled, reaching for your hand. His large fingers around your wrist were surprising. He had never touched you in front of the others and everyone, but Brooke and Franky were around now. No one really paid attention or was trying not to, as Zoro pushed back in his chair and got up. His eyes narrowed down to you, but then a softness overcame his entire face, and he asked if you were done.

All you could manage was a nod.

Then he helped you up from your chair and led you out of the kitchen, towards the library. He didn’t say a word until you were in the library and then he dropped your hand. He moved toward the wall of books and spoke with his back to you.

“If something’s going on between the cook and you, just tell me. I can take it.”

His back tensed as he waited for you to answer him.

“You’re a real idiot.”

Zoro whipped around and cursed at you. “I’m not an idiot! You’re the one flirting with that – that – Euro trash!”

“I wasn’t flirting but even if I was, why do you care?” He seized at your question. “Well, why do you care, Zoro? We’ve never defined whatever this is.”

It was clear that he was flustered and angry, eyes burning with annoyance, but you stood your ground. All you wanted was to hear it from him; you knew Zoro was a man of action over words, but you needed this. Even if he said he didn’t want you, that he could do without you – at least he would have said it. He owed you that much.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

His voice was husked, desperate for reasoning.

“I love you.”

The words came fumbling out of your mouth with a huge relief to your body. It felt great, airing out your feelings and even if he couldn’t reciprocate, at least you said it. You stood there with the moonlight dancing through the windows and could only see Zoro lost in thought. Then, seconds later, he snapped out of it.

“Don’t move,” he seethed through his teeth before storming out of the library. You stood there in disbelief and for a moment, you were afraid that he wasn’t going to come back. That he was going to walk away from you and that would be the end of it.  For a moment, you felt feign resolve; you’d get through it because you got through everything hard in your life.

Then his voice spoke from the library door and when you turned, he seemed more relaxed. He stared at you; hands crossed against his chest, cheeks a bit marooned. He looked proud and when you asked where he had gone, he smirked.

“I went to tell that cook to stay away from you.”

“You did?”

Zoro grinned, walking toward you with a bit of swagger. “I don’t need to confess anything to the rest of them or anyone, but you needed me to, so I did. I told them all that I loved you and for now on, we belong to each other.”

Your heart swayed as Zoro took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. “Don’t play games with me. Just be straightforward, okay? If I catch anyone flirting with you again, I’m kicking their ass, got it?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nodded. “I got it. I’m sorry.”

Zoro kissed you roughly on the lips, hand resting at the base of your neck. His kisses turned softer after a minute, and then he pulled away to hold you against him. You felt safe in his arms and relief washed over you, tears forming in your eyes. When he felt a wetness seeping through his shirt, he gently pushed you off him.

“Shit. I didn’t mean for you to cry.”

Panicked filled his voice but you just laughed, brushing away the tears; touching the side of Zoro’s face, you watched as he melted against your touch and smiled. “I’m just really happy.”

Zoro chuckled lightly, pulling you back to him.  “Come here, you little crybaby.”

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[goingmerryfics]

Sitting in their lap while they’re not paying attention - w/ Sanji, Killer, & Crocodile

Content: Gender neutral reader and SFW

Notes* Part two to the Luffy, Kid & Law version! Read the others here: 1 2 3 4

Sanji

Sanji finishes up the dishes and sits down for a break in the kitchen

It’s your time to strike

He’s always exhausted after cooking and cleaning, so there’s no way he’s going to move now

Of course, you like to help him out every now and then even though he insists on doing it himself every time, you still like to give him a break from Luffy’s sky high stack of plates

You’re drying your hands while he’s trying to light his smoke, and you almost run over there when he leans back in his chair

You seat yourself down in his lap, a bit askew and sideways from the rush of things

He doesn’t look back up for a while, but when he does, his face is bright red

Heart eyes, goofy smile, nosebleed. In that order

“Oh, my love! What’s this about?”

You coo at him that you just wanted to give him some attention and he melts

He helps you shift to face him instead. That way you can press kisses to his cheek and neck, right where he loves getting them the most

Overall it’s very fluffy and sweet until Zoro enters the room and makes a comment about the two of you ‘needing a room’

Sanji reems him out of course, screaming that he can do whatever he wants in his own kitchen

Eventually it’s just the two of them screaming at each other and in the chaos, Sanji lifts you up to put you on the table so he can kick the shit out of Zoro

You’ll find him later and do it again, though. Maybe when everyone else is asleep, though

Killer

Getting him to sit down and be busy enough where he won’t notice you is a challenge, because he will always look up at whoever is entering and, especially in your case, he will greet you happily

It’s less of waiting for him to be busy and more catching him completely off guard

Funny enough, if you just told him you wanted to sit in his lap, he’d let you

But that’s no fun!

You sneak into the room he’s in, with the unknowing help of Heat or Wire or both that are chatting him up and keeping most of his attention away

You move quickly to slip into his lap with a lot of body maneuvering when he notices you’re here and tries to make space for you

Killer reacts the same way that someone would if a kitten laid down in their lap

He’s all smiles behind the mask

He’s stiff, mostly because he doesn’t want you to leave

After a moment of waiting, he wraps his arms securely around you

He never once loses his place while talking to the others, though. It’s no so much of a surprise situation that he would be too flustered to function

But don’t get him wrong- he’s definitely bright red 

“Is this just a thing that’s going to happen all the time, now?”

He starts to invite you to sit in his lap all the time

Doesn’t matter who’s around or who’s watching, he loves holding you against his chest and nuzzling into your shoulder

It’s slightly uncomfortable due to the mask, but his big arms make up for it

Crocodile

It’s so, stupidly easy to catch him off guard enough to sit in his lap

Sure, he’s ruthless when it comes to his enemies, but when he’s just working things out in his office with all his lackeys not far away, he’s less aware of his surroundings

Because while he doesn’t trust anyone at all, he also knows they would be idiots to try and do anything to him

You enter his office and drop some of your paperwork on his desk. He doesn’t even look up- he knows who it is by the clean smell of perfume/cologne you wear

You swerve around his desk and push his chair back, and only then does he finally look up, confused

You take your seat right there in his lap

He chuckles immediately, a dangerous smirk spreading on his face very quickly

He takes the cigar from his mouth and puts a hand on your thigh

“You’re getting bold.”

It’s a simple statement, but it’s one that means he likes your style

Wrap your arms around his shoulders and he’s all yours

Complete attention shift from his work to kissing you anywhere he can

If anyone were to walk in during this share of affection, he would threaten them right away

He’s a private guy, and these times he gets with you are special to him

Although

If need be, he would be happy to prove to people who you belong to if anyone got too brave with you

Crocodile doesn’t verbally ask you to sit in his lap after this, but he also doesn’t make it easy to leave him be

He’ll instinctively move his swivel chair towards you when you enter the room, empty lap waiting expectantly for you

Sometimes he doesn’t notice that he does it- it’s become ingrained into his mind to do it

He’ll let you sit there for hours while he works as long as you’re not a distraction

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Snowfall on the Grand Line: A Pirate’s Love

Characters - Luffy x GN! Reader (would say leans small chested female/male)

Usopp, Nami, Zoro, and Sanji (most just mentioned)

Word Count - 3,259

Warnings - slight angst, otherwise hard core fluff, & I think one curse word

Notes: wrote this at work, with my roommate encouraging me in the background. She was amazing and named this for me.

I wanted a cute confession to love, and Luffy was who it just so happened to be

The night is cold, freezing almost. You were near a winter island, and the temperature and snow reflected that. You had been a part of the Straw Hats for a while now, but most of the places have been warm enough. You should have trusted Nami, getting more winter clothes, but as someone who grew up on a summer island, you didn’t think it would be nearly this bad.

Saying you were underprepared was an understatement, you had no true winter clothes, mostly just a few sweaters. This means you were left with just mooching off your crewmates to avoid dying from the cold. You were currently borrowing from Luffy, he was about your size, and the length was extremely appealing to you.

You were currently on watch and had been for a while. You walked the deck, barely staying still to help keep your blood moving. You took a moment, looking out the front of the ship into the distance. This was a big mistake, you were about to go back to walking the deck, however, it was starting to feel like your bones were frozen. You blew on your hands, watching your breath, rubbing them together, at about that time you felt someone approach behind you, reaching around to hold your hands.

You jolt a bit, however when you turn all you see is Luffy, smile bright as ever. You sigh, worried for a moment the second you took a break that something happened. He nuzzled into your neck when you relaxed into his touch. “Looks like you need help keeping warm,” he said nuzzling closer, seeing the warmth of your body under the coat you had on.

You smile, looking down at your hands, moving your fingers apart so he can slide his fingers between the cracks. You were about to thank him, but as you opened your mouth, he let go of you. You looked at your hands, it felt empty and cold. He chuckled, now obviously up to something, the look in his eyes as he sized you up told you that you should hold back any thanks you had.

You give Luffy a confused look, as he crouches close to the ground. This only confused you more, looking down at the man below you. You were about to take a step back as he grabbed the hem of the coat. He pulled it closer, then tried to force his way up inside with you.

“Hey wait! This is a coat for one, not whatever this is!”

By the time you finished yelling at you, he managed to make himself fit, barely. He couldn’t fit his head through the neck and didn’t think ahead to undo the top of the coat. This left you looking down at his smiling face squished against your chest. A hissy chuckle escaped him, clearly unbothered by any of this. His arms wrapped around your waist, wiggling, attempting to get a bit more comfortable. The coat went from slightly big, to uncomfortably tight.

“ahhhh, much better! You know, you’re much warmer than you looked.”

He nuzzled in closer, getting an annoyed response from you.

“I could have come inside if you asked. I would have just given you the coat back.”

He looked up at you, eyes innocent as ever “Nah, I think I like this better, now if only”

The biggest shit eating grin you have seen crossed his face. You instantly grew worried, how could he make this worse than it already was? He kicked off the ground wrapping his legs around

You under the coat. You let out a shrill as his freezing legs and feet enter the only warm sanctum you had. Luffy laughs loudly, you struggling to not topple over into the snow.

Luffy was always a bit clingy with everyone, but you have noticed he was more with you than most people. The Capin was loving with everyone, however the last few weeks he had become almost inseparable from you in particular. You didn't notice at first, but even Nami brought it up, that he was almost always seen around you lately. He would sit next to you at meals, take naps with you on the deck, and always come running to hug you the moment you came into view. This was all cute, but alone time became more of a dream, and now even on watch, he made this time for the both of you.

You grasp the edge of the railing, Luffy laughing, hanging on like an animal to your now ridged body. You move part of the coat to see your overjoyed captain, proud of what he has done to you.

“hehe, you're not just pretty, but also warm and soft!” He exclaimed with full confidence.

You feel the heat rising to your face, your heart starting to pick up as his words ring in your head. “I-” he is quick to cut you off before you can get another word out

“Are you feeling, ok? Your heart is going crazy, and you got really red.”

You wanted to hide your face, push him away then just curl into a ball. He was so close to your chest you couldn’t hide it, good thing he wasn’t super bright, otherwise he would absolutely be bringing it up!

You wanted to fight him off you, crawl away in bed, and just die of embarrassment, but you were in a sticky position. You couldn’t fight him much, the coat was so tight your arms hurt to move, and your oh so happy captain was tightly wound against your body. You were only left looking away from him, beet red pouting at his behavior.

He looked at you curiously and slowly stretched his arms up your back. Your body was instantly covered in goosebumps as you felt his cold hands clump up the back of your shirt. He popped his hands out of the back with a bit of resistance from the tight fabric. His hands reach up to your face, moving you to look down at him. He wanted you to look at him, the blush on your skin looked cut to him, regardless of the cause.

“no fun! It’s not fun when you pull away!” he said loudly in protest

You sigh ‘How could I pull away when you are attached to me” you thought

You decided you had been tormented enough, attempting to push him out of the coat you shared. “Luffy, please” you groaned, trying to forcefully push him away

He unwrapped his legs from you, standing up, making you wince again at the overly stretched-out coat that was supposed to be only for one.

“Your watch is done now,” he said climbing out from under the coat.

You were free now, rolling your shoulders to help with some of the pain that built up in your shoulders.

“I still have watch; I wouldn’t want to leave Sanji alone to keep an eye on things”

He grabbed you in a hug, lifting you off the ground with ease. You looked down, shocked as he started to walk away with you.

“Hey! Luffy, are you even listening to me?”

“Yep! You said Sanji has an eye on things!” he said happily

That was absolutely the opposite of what you meant. Yes, he was watching, but the Sunny was a big ship.

He walked you both inside, and he put you down, flicking his legs to kick off the snow gathered on his feet. You will never understand why he still wears those sandals even if this snows.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you said looking at your captain, still looking down at his freezing feet

“A good crazy?” he said looking back with a smile

‘What do you mean a good crazy? You said, tilting your head to the side, looking at him confused.

Luffy walked closer, and without thinking you backed away, making room for whatever mission he was on. Before you knew it you backed into the wall, him looking down at you. You looked off to the side, breaking the intense eye contact you had with him.

“hehe, looks like we found the wall” you chucked out nervously. He had never been so bold with you before; you didn’t know what to make of it.

He was serious, and you felt like his eyes were eating you alive. Luffy placed his hand on your cheek moving your head, forcing you to look over at him. He softened up, giving you a small smile. You noticed that even with his smile he was more serious than when he was climbing you outside.

His hands are cold against your warm face, you subconsciously nuzzle into his hand soothing your flushed face.

“I was talking with Robin, and she pointed out a few things that I hadn't realized. I think I might like you more than just a crew member. I want to be with you always and want to touch you. She said she thinks I might love you, and she said it wasn’t like how I loved them”

You stared at him, noticing the blush that creeped up his face as he examined you, seeking out a reaction he desired. You couldn’t take looking at his flustered face anymore, adverting your eyes while still facing him, seeking anything in the hallway to look at, anything besides Luffy’s face. You knew the two of you were close, but he was with everyone despite how he made you feel.

Yeah, you liked Luffy, but you had already moved past the crush you had. He was now here, confessing? He seemed confused by his feelings, yet here he was, attempting to tell you of his love. You were uncomfortable, he could have tried to do this anyway, any other time. He had no sense of time or digression, and you were far too stunned to do anything about this.

Luffy moved forward, his other hand now moving up to your side, lightly gripping your waist, the other still on your face.

“Say something, please don’t stay silent,” he said, hints of sadness and desperation in his voice. Luffy had been told no before, sure, but never had his heartbroken trying to confess his feelings. He hadn’t felt this way for anyone before.

“Luffy, I don’t know what to say that is the problem. I wasn’t expecting this, you are putting a lot on me all at once, while expecting a response right now.” You said, hands shaking and heart going haywire from nerves still unable to look Luffy in the eyes.

His hand leaves your face, pulling away. He finally gives you a moment to catch your breath.

“Okay, I understand” He takes a few steps back, looking at you disheveled against the wall. Your breath is heavy and shaking slightly.

“Luffy, I’m S-”

“Don’t be! I understand!” He smiled brightly. Luffy is hurt, but just figuring everything out for himself, and while you might have recoiled from him a bit, he still has you in his life, and this is enough for him.

You watched Luffy walk away from you, back to his room, leaving you confused and hurting yourself.

You walk to the kitchen, head spinning to grab a cup of hot tea when you see Sanji. He was getting a drink himself before returning to watch. He already had himself a cup, and the second cup catches your eye. He heard everything that just went down outside.

“You look like a mess,” he said handing you the second cup of tea.

You looked at him sharply, rubbing the stress on your forehead “Thanks, I needed that”

He chuckled, putting the cup in your hand “The statement about your appearance, or the tea?”

“Both, but mostly the tea,” you said with a soft smile taking a sip of your tea. “Sanji, what would you do if someone you once had feelings for suddenly started showing you interest?”

He raised an eyebrow “If Nami-Swan said she loved me, I would be overjoyed, I don’t think I could ever give up on a girl as stunning as her! ~”

‘Pointless’ you thought taking another drink of your tea, giving him a look “Thanks, you’re a wealth of wisdom.”

He put his now empty cup down in the sink and walked to the door. “Don’t overthink it, I don’t want to see wrinkles on your gorgeous skin” he said softly before shutting the door, leaving you alone with a cup of tea and your thoughts.

____

Two days have passed since he confessed his feelings for you. Luffy has taken a few steps back compared to before. He still touched you, and hugged you like the rest of the crew; however, he certainly wasn’t like your shadow anymore.

The day after you understood, he was within his rights to want to stay away from you. This day he barely even looked at you, he talked to you when needed, but otherwise he barely even stayed long in the same room as you. You turned his feelings down, and now you were suffering with the consequences of that while he figured everything out.

The second day he came around you more, he would stay around you, not leaving shortly after you arrived. Luffy even hugged you early in the day. You were talking with Nami about the weather upcoming island. He launched himself around the corner, hugging both you and Nami together. You missed his warmth and smile, but it was short lived as Nami hit him for about knocking the two of you over with his reckless behavior on the icy deck. The captain just laughed, running over to Zoro, and jumping into his arms. You grew hot, annoyed, and flustered at this act. The first time he came at you in two days he was hit for, then moved on so fast to someone else. You were jealous of Zoro, jealous of the attention the captain was giving him instead of you.

You are now officially on day 3, with minimal interaction from your captain, and it was horrible. You were being eaten alive by this and had started getting snippy with the rest of the crew. Luffy never ignored you, coming anytime you asked, but is quicker, while before he would force conversations, touching you the whole time.

You were almost on the island and knew the moment you landed you would lose your opportunity to talk with him. You didn’t know before, however you do now. You strongly miss his lack of touch, his smile, and his love. You regret pushing him away, you wish you could have told him you felt the same.

You had spent the night before trying to get Luffy alone but were embarrassed to ask someone for help. Whenever you would find him, he was always with someone else. You think at about the 6th time seeing him alone with Usopp you were about to strangle him for something he knew nothing about.

You had given up on this game, deciding to seek him out the next morning. Luffy was still in his room for the morning, and this was the perfect opportunity to catch him for a talk.

You knock on the door, waiting for an invitation to come in, however, it never comes. You crack open the door to see him bundled up, out cold still. You might have come a bit early, but you weren’t about to wait for him to get up on his own.

You slowly enter his room, sitting next to his bed, looking over at your sleeping captain, drool leaving his mouth as he snores. You reach over, poking his cheek

“Luffy, wake up, we need to talk,” you say in almost a whisper as he twitches.

He cracked his eye slightly, barely even awake but enough for him to see the disturbance. He wrinkled his nose, closing his eyes again. His arms reach over to you and drag you into the bed from under your arms.

“Hey Luffy!” You yell out at him, only for him to wrap his arms around you tightly, nuzzling into you.

“Just a few more minutes (Y/N), it’s not breakfast time yet,” he said, already falling back asleep.

You just relaxed, knowing you had no point in fighting. Honestly, you were just happy he was holding you. You put an arm under his head, and the other wrapped around to play with his hair. You hold onto him, combing through his hair, listening as he snores, drooling into your chest and arm. You didn’t last long, it was warm under the covers, and with how soft Luffy was you found yourself drifting off as well.

You were out for a while, becoming a mess of tangled limbs when you felt something move under you. You stirred awake only to see Luffy attempting to pull away while letting you sleep. He noticed you were awake, and just attempted to get up.

You were not about to let him run away this time, you finally had him. You reached out, grabbing him by the waist as he sat up on the bed. You grabbed, squeezing him tightly, a deep blush forming on your face. You looked up at him, desperation in your eyes. He was surprised by your actions but didn’t fight.

“It’s almost breakfast, I don’t want to miss it. I can smell it cooking” he said, looking you directly in the eye and pouting at the grip you had on him.

“I know, I won’t let you miss your meal. I just wanted to talk with you” you said softly, barely letting up on your hold.

He looked at the door but knew he was a while off from the meal, Sanji had just started cooking with the smell waking him. He slid back in the bed, his moment as he came closer giving you enough confidence to let up on him.

Luffy didn’t look you in the face, but a soft shade of pink grew as you lay in bed together. “I get your portion of breakfast,” he said barely able to look you in the eyes.

You smiled, grabbing both of his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you directly. He looked you in the eyes, face smushed a bit in your tight grip “I’m sorry” you said this quickly before kissing him deeply.

Luffy was shocked at first and tensed up, but soon closed his eyes, muscles relaxing as you pulled away. Him moving you rest his forehead on your own.

You reached up, combing through his hair with your fingers. “I was surprised, you threw a lot at me all at once. I wasn’t ready, and got scared,” you said, breaking eye contact with him

“I like you as well, but I wasn’t ready until-” He cut you off, kissing you repeatedly with little pecks anywhere he could laughing with joy.

“Luffy! That tickles” you said laughing as he covered you in thousands of little kisses, chucking and smiling as he did.

He finally pulled away, now that you were crying from laughter as well. He sat up, getting out of bed. Stopping at the edge to simply smile at you brightly grabbing your hand to help you get out of bed

“let’s go eat Y/N! We can continue this later,” he said, fingers intertwining with your own as you crawled out of the bed.

“yeah,” you said softly, gasping for air, wiping your tears away.

[inoreuct]

would you agree that we all need more Sanji getting nosebleeds over Zoro in this fandom?

YES *pelting down a hill waving the proposal for this in my hand like a madman* YESSSSSS

the first time sanji gets a nosebleed over zoro is his clue-in that oh. i’m not straight, am i. the swordsman’s doing a bench press (shirtless, as always) as sanji walks by (and sanji sneaks a look, as always, because who wouldn’t?) and when he glances over the plates he has to do a double take because what the fuck. zoro’s pressing more than twice his body weight. zoro’s repping more than twice his body weight. he’s just registered that maybe he’s stared for a bit too long when he feels something warm and wet on his upper lip, iron dripping over his mouth, and he books it for the galley.

he slams the door shut and presses his back against it before he slides to the ground and screams into his knees because what. the fuck. it’s not even that he’s getting hot and bothered over a guy; it’s just that the guy’s zoro. he’s not supposed to get nosebleeds over zoro.

but he does.

and it gets worse.

zoro walking around shirtless on deck? nosebleed. zoro re-tying the sails and just hanging on with his legs around the mast? nosebleed. zoro strutting out of the shower door, damp with steam and hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist? nosebleed. zoro tsking irritably and grabbing all of sanji’s food and packages from him to haul the whole lot over his shoulder? NOSEBLEED.

and not even that. he starts getting breathless around zoro and his chest hurts. he kicks zoro back while they’re sparring one day and the swordsman grins, feral and unrestrained and all challenge and teeth, and sanji’s heart spasms so hard that he actually wonders if he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. he’s barely twenty, he isn’t ready to die— much less because of some stupid marimo. chiselled abs and a nice set of biceps are only worth so much of sanji’s dignity. he twists and smashes the sole of his shoe right into zoro’s pretty face.

still, it gets so, so bad that he’s elected to just. avoid zoro completely. he’s sneaking around corners and running across open expanses ducked low like some kind of goofy thief and he knows it’s so fucking stupid but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know if zoro likes— no. he doesn’t even think about it. there’s no way, and if he gives himself false hope he’ll just break his own heart. he doesn’t know if zoro likes men, or anyone, much less him; nobody in their right mind would, not really. he's nice to have but not to keep and he's come to terms with it.

…until zoro corners him in the galley and demands to know what the fuck’s going on.

sanji stays facing away, slowly washing the dishes even as his heart pounds so hard it hurts. he is painfully aware of the way zoro’s seething like an over-boiled kettle in one of the chairs behind him, arms crossed over his stupidly broad chest and stock-still because he never, ever shakes his leg even though sanji knows he wants to.

his sponge squeaks across ceramic. the water’s warm against his fingertips, and his eyes flick up to meet his own reflection in the porthole window; he looks… well, he doesn’t know. scared, maybe. nervous. his mouth is thin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, a shudder running its fingers down his spine even as his heartbeat thumps between his ribs and god, fuck, it aches. and he knows. he looks himself in the eyes and he knows that somewhere along the line nosebleeds had turned into falling in love and he was the stupid idiot who had just let it happen because he was too weak to pry zoro out of his thoughts.

his gaze flicks down sharply when he hears the sudden scrape of the chair, and zoro spits, “look, i can’t fix whatever i did wrong if you don’t tell me what it is.”

sanji’s heart throbs. “what?”

he can hear zoro’s scowl. “what, what? i obviously did something. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

the cook almost laughs. he bites it down and swallows his words, salty-sweet at the back of his throat. guilt nips at him; zoro’s his rival and and his personal annoyance and a blockhead but he might also, maybe, just maybe, be sanji’s best friend. and sanji hasn’t been very fair to him lately.

he swallows again, clears his throat silently. “you didn’t do anything, marimo,” he murmurs to the plate in his hands, trying for airy and getting more somewhat vaguely strangled. he coughs. “just forget about it. sorry i’ve been weird.”

sanji will deal. he will, somehow; he’d been careless and careless is dangerous and for perhaps the first time in his life, he has too much to lose. he’ll squash his heart into a box and lock it down tight like he always has and it’ll hurt, but when does it ever not? he mentally declares the matter done and dusted as he shakes off the plate and gently sets it on the drying rack.

his lungs hitch as a callused hand cups his elbow.

zoro pulls him around. he’s too weak to resist. the edge of the sink digs into his hip as stormy grey eyes scan his face and zoro looks tense, his jaw set in the way it only is when he faces off with a particularly vexing foe.

“did i not look happy enough at dinner?" he asks, and it could be mockery but it isn't, not with that edge to his voice; not desperation, but damn near. like filter paper burning its way to ash. "was it my clothes on the floor? my boots on the bed? what?”

sanji can't stand it anymore. he looks away, tries to twist out of the invisible bonds zoro has him trapped in, but fingers looped around his wrist are all it takes to make him stay and fuck, fuck, he's so fucked.

"sanji, what did i do?” zoro breathes, brow furrowed, voice too near and too damn earnest, and sanji's throat bobs as he digs the heel of his palm into his eye.

this isn't how it's supposed to go. zoro isn't supposed to care. zoro isn't supposed to be standing here in the galley saying his name in that tone of voice. a hand carefully pulls his own away from his face, and zoro doesn't fucking let go, and sanji feels too much like he's been stripped down to the bone.

"i know," zoro continues, gruff like he doesn't know how to be anything else, "that i upset you. so would you please tell me what i did so i can fix it?" he bends lower still, ducking to try and catch sanji’s line of sight but sanji just can't look at him. "i'll fix it, i—"

"you can't fix this." the words are out and in the air before he can stop them, and a bittersweet smile curves his mouth. "there's nothing to fix, so you can't fix it. just let it go, alright?"

zoro wants to argue. sanji can tell. but the swordsman lets out a measured exhale after a long moment and pulls back, face carefully neutral. "at least tell me what's going on, cook."

sanji looks down at his feet. "...i can't."

"like hell you can't," zoro replies immediately, and it's such an abrupt reminder of their normal banter that it wrenches a rough noise from sanji's chest. "i was the one who held your hair back after you had, like, seven margaritas too many. don't think you could tell me anything worse than the experience of trying to stop you from falling into your own puke."

"oh, jesus fuck," sanji swears on instinct, then laughs. it's unfortunately hollow. "that was one time, asshole."

"one time too many," zoro hums, raising an eyebrow. "so you gonna tell me what's going on, or do i have to make it a captain's order?"

sanji grits his teeth.

"i will drag luffy in here, i don't care—"

"fucking—" he holds his breath, flipping around to white-knuckle the edge of the sink and letting it out slow. "fine. you ever loved someone, marimo?"

"sure." zoro shrugs easily, crossing his arms as he looks out the window. "kuina, but i think i learned to love her memory more than anything else. luffy, nami—" a near-unnoticeable flutter of thick lashes. "you."

sanji exhales through his nose as he rocks back on his heels. squeezes out air till it hurts. "you know that's not what i meant."

"what did you mean, then?"

he turns to look at where zoro has settled lazily against the counter, the moon turning his eyes to silver. "I mean the kind of love that makes your blood race. that makes you want more even when you know you'll never take more than you're allowed. the kind that makes your heart hurt so badly you feel empty without it."

the swordsman's face is unreadable as he tilts his head slowly. "i did say i love you."

it hits sanji like a bullet. he sucks in a sharp breath, and his throat burns as he turns away and tries to stop his shoulders from heaving up. "don't fuck with me, zoro. not about this."

it feels rather like a cruel cosmic joke. he's so near yet so far, just one step away with a gauzy curtain between but he can't touch it. he won't. he's got too many things on the line and yet he can't even name one of them.

"hey."

he squeezes his eyes shut against the burn of salt that shouldn't even be there, and look at that. little sanji's gone and broken his own heart again.

"hey," zoro tries again, more insistent, one hand hovering in the space between them and sanji feels the pull of it like a magnet.

he doesn't turn away as it cups his cheek. doesn't run as fingers slide through the short hairs at his nape, a thumb behind his jaw. his lashes are damp. it is everything he wants and everything he cannot have and he can't—

"look at me."

"i can't," he breathes, lungs rising fast and shallow. he's afraid to open his eyes. he's afraid of what he'll see.

"yes, you can." zoro shifts closer and another hand joins the first. it's big and rough and warm and he holds sanji's face like he's the moon herself. "look at me, curly."

he can't.

he does.

zoro's gaze is almost painful to meet straight-on with how intense it is. he seems to realise, face softening as he leans closer, closer, posture loose enough that it would be no problem for sanji to shove him away. "you love me," he breathes. "yes or no?"

sanji's heart stops. his tongue is clumsy in his mouth, his brain a mess of yesnoyesyesnoiwon'tican’tido—

"don't think." zoro's voice cuts through the haze as he shakes his head slowly; a sword through smoke, silver-bright, singing in the air and leaving silence. "don't think. you love me, yes or no."

the galley swims around sanji as his vision blurs. he feels his tears spill hot down his cheek, knows the way zoro aches to brush them away and yet stays still. he opens his mouth and it feels like stepping out of the only shelter he's ever known; he is an open fucking wound and he's raw and everything hurts, everything but zoro. zoro. zoro. "yes."

just one word, three simple letters, and still it feels like damnation; if he'd never said it he could deny it but now it's real. the swordsman relaxes, shoulders dropping enough that his forehead brushes sanji's, and sanji tracks the way his throat bobs. the way steel-grey eyes flicker over his face, molten in the light of the electric lamps and the moonlight spilling through the window, gilding zoro like something out of a dream. a fairytale sanji read as a child until the edges of the pages fitted familiar to his thumbs as his little hands reached for a happy ending that was never meant to be his.

he shakes, now, as zoro reaches up to run tentative fingers through straw-pale hair. "let me love you. yes or no."

"i—" the sound that twists from his mouth is cracked jagged down the middle, unpolished as a common pebble picked up off the damn street. "you don't—"

"yes or no."

"i'm not what you want," he gasps, his face wet.

"yes or no."

sanji wants to break apart. because zoro sounds like he's begging, and he cannot fathom anybody possibly wanting him that much. he wants to scream and cry and claw at the walls until his nails break. he wants to shatter into pieces all over the floor without having to worry about putting himself back together. he wants. he wants, and zoro's looking at him with the closest thing to reverence he's seen in his life, and even that isn't enough for him to believe it. "i'm not what you want."

he can barely look at zoro. he can barely look at himself. the shame is clawing a pit into his stomach, and he lets it, feels every inch of it, because what kind of person doesn't know how to be loved? his breath catches wetly as zoro cups his jaw in both hands, tilting his face up, and once again sanji is too weak to pull away.

"you are everything i want."

the words are so fierce, so sure, and sanji is cracking apart at the seams. the stitches pulled tight by his own hand are unravelling and he can't stop it—

"yes or no."

zoro's breath ghosts warm across his mouth, fingertips in his hair, just far away enough for sanji to see the way his eyes are blazing and yet he waits. his thumb on sanji's cheek is the gentlest thing sanji has ever known.

"you'll get tired of me," he tries weakly, one last time for good measure, and zoro just shakes his head. the resolve in his expression does not waver even once.

sanji breaks.

"yes." the word scrapes itself out of his throat seconds before arms are going around him, and he sobs. lets the swordsman bring them both to the kitchen floor as he curls up in zoro's lap, fingers clawing into his white shirt, numb with how hard he cries because nobody, nobody has ever stayed. not without him getting hurt in the process. he pushes them away when he gets scared and they let him and then it becomes his fault when it all blows up in his face, but zoro's not leaving, and it's so foreign to him that he's shaking so badly and he can't stop.

a warm, heavy palm smooths over his spine and he lets himself be shifted closer, settles sideways as zoro wraps an arm over his shins and rocks them until his breathing evens out. the embarrassment hits like a gut punch; he knows he looks like a mess, face blotchy and hair everywhere and eyes puffy as hell, but zoro cards his bangs out of his eyes and looks at him like he doesn't care, and sanji turns away.

he feels... fragile. like he's made of tinted glass and spun sugar, like he'll cave in at the slightest touch. there is something melting in his chest and it drips down over his ribs; pools fresh as a river in spring, offset by the grounding presence of zoro's hands on his skin. "don't say i didn't warn you," he mumbles, masking his very real fear behind a layer of watery bravado as he hides his face in zoro's shoulder, and of course, of course zoro sees right through him.

the swordsman's thumb traces the swirl of his eyebrow before zoro rests his chin on top of sanji's head. "i don’t listen. you know that."

you know me, is what goes unsaid, and sanji doesn't deign to reply. he buries his face into zoro's chest and breathes in the smell of steel and sword oil and— he sits up slightly, eyes narrowing. "you've been stealing my deodorant, yes or no." the way zoro stills momentarily is a dead giveaway, and he yelps when the swordsman flicks his forehead.

"would you rather i be stinky?" zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes gently as sanji settles back down with a huff.

"you still are stinky. if we're gonna be together i'm expecting you to shower at least once every two days—" zoro groans, and he powers through, raising his voice, "—and if you aren't fussy i'll let you shower with me."

the way zoro instantly stops complaining cracks a laugh out of him. it's weak and watered-down, but it's a start. zoro's hands slide back into his hair and he hums as he lets his eyes fall shut.

the moon's full tonight. their ship rocks gently, and sanji gets comfortable; zoro's warm and solid and happens to make a perfectly respectable pillow. the thought that he can have this now sends a thrill through him.

he's not a fool. he's not optimistic when it comes to this. when it comes to love.

but with zoro's thumb rubbing mindless circles against the side of his thigh and a kiss pressed to the top of his head, he's got a pretty good feeling about this time around.

[zorosq]

whipped ; roronoa zoro

↻ fluff, zoro is head over heels for you, luffy being clueless about love, a little bit suggestive towards the end :0

↻ pairing ↬ zoro (opla) x f!reader!

anonymous requested: Hey! Can since your accepting opla zoro or sanji requests, can I request opla zoro dating the (fem) reader, and it takes place during the time the strawhats visit Kaya’s mansion? After zoro picked out his clothes, zoro wants to see what his gf wants to wear, but she pushes him out and wants to to be a surprise cause she wants to see the look of awe on his face when he she’s her cause I’ll make her very happy. Zoro begrudgingly agrees and when she comes down the stairs, he’s indeed in awe cause his baby looks so pretty!! Idk, I thought it’d be cute. Maybe you could have it end in smut if your comfortable (checked you rules and didn’t see if you were okay with it or not, so if you are, can you end it as such? But if not, that’s okay too!!)

a/n sorry but i cant write that last part of your request bcs im still a minor!

you were in awe with how big the mansion is. surely one couldn't have got a mansion this big unless they probably sold their soul.

"hey, stay close to me. you'll get lost," zoro muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. you chuckled lightly in amusement. "but aren't you the one who always gets lost?" you teased him. "i don't get lost. you're the one who leave me out of nowhere and get lost," zoro rolled his eyes, determined to win this light banter.

you only chuckled again and intertwine your hand with his. "well, let's just go and get our clothes change. we wouldn't want to be rude to miss kaya when she's already been kind enough to us," you squeezed his hand.

.

"which one is better? this or this?" you asked the orange haired girl. "hm... well i think red really suits you," nami smirked. "i can just imagine what the other's are going to react when you greet them downstairs," she chuckled.

your short conversation was cut off by the harsh knocks at the door. "babe, you still in there?" zoro asked. you quickly came out of the room and closed the door behind you. "yes? you need something?" you smiled.

"you still haven't change? what's taking you so long?" zoro huffed and crossed his arms together. "well, i'm still choosing for the right dress," you chuckled at him. "whatever, i'll just help you choose," the male sighed, trying to walk pass you but you quickly held him back. "no! you can't come in!"

he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "why?"

"because it's a surprise!" you pouted. "i rarely ever get to dress up! i want to give you something good once in a while," zoro only grunts and left.

after a while, you finally decided which dress you were going to wear. you stood in front of the mirror, making a small twirl. "he's going to love this," you smiled softly.

.

you stood on the stairs, staring down at zoro who's got his eyes on you. despite the stoic look, you could tell that he was in awe from the look in his eyes. you walked down the stairs, feeling every burning stares he's giving you.

when you finally reached him, he gave you a smirk and took your hand in his before giving it a light kiss. "you look..." he trailed off, his eyes flicking up and down your body.

"ravishing," he whispered in your ears. you could feel him squeezing your hand lightly. "i would like to see you without it tonight," he kissed your earlobe.

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi, I dunno if it's the case or not, but maybe u have some pegging HCs for Sanji, Kidd, Law & Ace, I'm so obsessed with this kink orz. Tyyy! Anon or not, I don't mind.

Hello! I must admit it was quite challenging to write this, because I never thought about how they would act in this situation. I tried not to detail that much for Kid bc I also have to write an OS with Kid+pegging and I'll develop more of my thoughts in this fic. Anyway, I hope the result will match your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Pegging HCs for Sanji, Kid, Law & Ace

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, smut, pegging, Kid is cursing obviously, oral sex (Sanji receiving), rough sex, gentle sex, hair pulling, rimming (Sanji, Law receiving) , fingering (Sanji , Law,  Ace, receiving), slight dirty talk, praises. Let me know if I forgot something

WC : 1,9k

Sanji

Well, it's Sanji we're talking about. As long as you don't ask him a threesome with Zoro or to inflict you any kind of pain, he's willing to try and do everything for the sake of making you smile. He doesn't care about what people think and say.

Please, don't go for the biggest size, he has never done that before. He will choose it with you, just to make sure it’s the perfect size. He's likely a little agitated because he's a huge soft boy, but it's fine, he trusts you. 

"Are you sure the door is locked?" 

There's no way for him to be caught.

Sanji is fond of holding your hands, kissing you softly, and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes, even when he's rough. He expects you to do the same. Take your time to explore his entire body. Kiss his neck, run your fingers through his hair, feel the softness of his hair, and squish on his nipples. That's what causes shivers to run down his spine.

Prepare yourself to hear the most delightful moans and whines when you begin to stroke his cock while rimming and fingering his hole. Sanji is a whiny mess; he just can't control how good it actually feels. His cock is hard, almost painfully hard as he praises you for the good job you're doing. 

If you ask him, he prefers to see your face and eyes, but if you want, he doesn't mind being on all fours or whatever. 

Please let him rest on his back, with his beautiful, strong legs wrapped around your waist. He will ask you to hold his hand, fingers tightly entwined as you start to push the dildo  covered of lube inside him. Imagine him moaning loudly with completely red cheeks as he indulges in a whole world of new sensations. It feels so good, he can't help but start begging for more, harder, and faster. The feeling of your skin against his, your wet kisses, gentle touch, and firm grip on his legs or hips is too much for this poor man. "Plus fort, je t'en prie." (Harder, please) Will come fast and hard.

During the aftercare, you have to keep him back from running into the kitchen to cook something for you. Just hold him tightly and hug/praise him for how good he was. He needs reassurance and to make sure you had a good time too.

And then, he'll run into the kitchen anyway.

Kid

Kid is not against pegging. He's being portrayed as a punk, and punks like nonconformism. So maybe the society is not really open-minded about pegging, but Kid doesn't give a damn. If he wants to do something, then he'll do it. He doesn't believe in gender roles. 

However, Kid cares way too much about his reputation and he knows it could ruin all his notoriety, so he really has to trust you to let you peg him. It will only happen after a certain time in your relationship because Kid is slow to both open-up and offer his trust: he has been betrayed so many times, he's just unable to take his guard off immediately.

You better take the bigger size, he's not a pussy. If you try to choose a normal or less size, he's so pissed off. "You really think I can't take it? Ugh, fuck off, I won’t do it."

It doesn't matter if you're pegging him: he's still the same stubborn hot-headed mess. If you give him an order, he'll get mad. You should use your hands to gently guide him if you need him to spread his legs or roll onto his stomach because words won't work. Like "Kid, please spread your legs" And his only answer is an angry scowl and low grunt. But if you use your hands then… he’ll comply.

And let's say the view is quite interesting, because Kid is named Eust-ass for a reason. His booty is incredibly juicy. It's a gift to see his beautiful body being offered to you. He probably prefers lying on his back because he rarely uses his robotic limb in bed. It's easier to stay still or just breathe if he can remain on his back.

"Ugh, I don't need lube, nor rimming, nor fingering, I'm not a wimp"

He’s a liar. Please use lube.

Kid is the king of low grunts, growls, and shaky breath whenever he fucks you. If you peg him, if it feels too good, maybe you'll hear him moaning. Moans that are really low and husky.  Do not dare make a comment about his moans, or you'll never hear them again.

He likes rough sex, so go ahead and bite him or pull on his hair. He will secretly enjoy it. As he loves leaving marks on your body, he also likes when you do the same. But do not dare to humiliate him by calling him a good pet, slut, or whatever because it is not okay in his book. No one can humiliate him and if you try, the mood is just ruined. Do not try to control his orgasm or whatever. His only answer would be to show you his manicured middle finger.

If you start to praise him for how amazing his ass is or how well he's taking you, he gets totally flustered. If he's lying on his back with his hair spread out around the pillow, you can take a look at his red cheeks in embarrassment. "Shut up."

When he's all flustered and flushed, he's so cute. He's just not used to being praised, so he doesn't know how to react.

Regardless, rest assured that he will enjoy every second of this moment. He feels nervous at the end because he can't help but overthink the idea of being betrayed. Just reassure him and he'll let you rest your head on his chest.

And sure, he'll make sure to fuck you hard later. Whatever you give it to him, he will give it to you harder.

Law

Well, Law is a little more complicated. Sure, he's not totally against the whole idea, but as Kid, he's really slow to open up, and winning his trust is not an easy task. Of course, he knows where his prostate is. He's not stupid and is perfectly aware of how the anatomy works. He's literally a doctor. But that doesn't change the fact that he's aloof and distrustful. 

The first time you talk about your fantasies of pegging him, it's too sudden and off guard, so the answer is automatically "no." He can't take a decision without taking some time to think about it. After that, he becomes somewhat suspicious. To take things slowly is the best thing you can do. Don't rush him or he won't accept.

The idea will slowly but surely make its way through his mind. Of course, you don't know what's going on in his mind. 

(If you wanna know : he's searching for the perfect dildo without telling you anything.)

One day, you're in bed together and he suddenly shows you the dildo he bought. "Hey, y/n-ya, do you still want to try this thing called pegging?" 

He is secretly hoping that you forget about your fantasies.

When you say 'yes', he thinks he's totally doomed, but it's fine. He's willing to at least try. 

Law is completely flustered if you ask him to lay on his back. He will always turn his head to avoid crossing your gaze. Imagine him with soft red cheeks. And if he is on his stomach or on all fours, maybe he will feel a little more comfortable and relaxed because you can't see his reactions. Despite this, he's also nervous because he's unable to closely observe what you're doing. And this man is so stressed, he likes to have the control all the time. 

"Don't forget the lube y/n-ya.", "you know, even if it's a toy, you have to put a condom on" He can't help but guide you. He must feel in control even in this situation, otherwise, he will overthink and you will never be able to enter even one finger inside him.

Ho honestly wants to 'room, shambles' and disappear while you trace his tattoos with your fingers, pinch his nipples, and leave a trail of hot kiss along his happy trail. Law is always tensed and stressed, so he needs a lot of gentle touch to relax enough. The best thing you can do for him is to suck his cock while fingering him, or even rimming. He's so embarrassed, but it feels good. He can't lie.

When you finally enter him, he doesn't moan or grow, he's all about low, deep, husky breaths. It feels good, the toy is hitting his g-spot with each thrust. The moment you glance at him, he wants to bury his head under the pillow. His hair is messy and he is beautiful, with his eyes flashing of both annoyance and pleasure. 

"Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass?" 

Law.exe has ceased to function.

He's going to end up with his legs wrapped around your waist, pressing his feet against your back to force you to move faster and harder. You can sense his legs shaking with pleasure. If you play with his nipples or stroke his cock, it's over, he won't hold back.

Again, he's so embarrassed with his belly covered in his own semen. He just wants to disappear. And he would never admit he loved every single one from this moment. 

If you want to peg him again, you'll have to take the initiative. 

"Ugh fine, y/n-ya, we can do it again." He'll pretend to be doing a great favor to you (he's a great actor).

Ace

Ace, like Sanji, is willing to try almost anything for you because he's a sweetheart. Actually, the only problem is that he doesn't know what 'pegging' means. His first reaction is to ask Marco what it means, as he doesn't want to look foolish in front of you. As soon as he knows, well... 

"Hey y/n, you want to peg me?" Out of nowhere, in the middle of the dinner. He's impulsive, he can't keep his thoughts to himself, so hey, deal with it.

No matter what you ask, he will do it. But don't choose the biggest size because poor Ace can't figure out how something that big could fit inside his body.

Ace is playful, so what's going to happen is not a big deal for him. He wants to laugh with you while you put your strap on, and will make random comments while you thrust your fingers in and out his ass. "Remember when I burst into flames the first time we fucked? Hope it won't again."

Damn, you hope as well.

He's a cutie with his freckled cheeks completely red.

As your figure looms over his body, he can't help but think you're absolutely beautiful. He feels so lucky to have you by his side and to feel comfortable with you. How could a good thing happen to him? He is not worthy of you. His eyes are filled with pure admiration and love for you. And a spark of amusement, obviously.

Loud moans, he doesn't care if he's being noisy. Hair is totally messy on the pillow. Shaking legs and shaky breaths.

His voice is beautiful and soft as he moans.

If you give it to him harder, his cock will remain painfully hard.

Of course, he is capable of controlling his DF, but the sensations are too unfamiliar and overwhelming." Whoops, I burned the bedsheets" with a cute laugh. That was your favorite bedsheet, but you can't be mad at him, he's so adorable.

Will ask you the permission to cum because he's a good boy. 

And totally willing to be pegged again. 

Ace's goofiness will make Marco know everything. "Marco, I did this thing called 'pegging' and it's amazing. Have you already given this a shot? You should try!"

Poor Marco, leave him alone, he cares about his privacy.

[nina-ya]

Patching up Laws Wounds

Zoro Law Sanji Shanks Ace Luffy Sabo Doflamingo

Pairing: Law x GN!Reader CW: Needles, suturing, mentions of cuts, poor medical knowledge on readers part. WC: 973

A fierce battle has left everyone in the current state they’re in: battered, cut and bruised. Your Captain, Law, has taken the time to help patch up the rest of the crew, but has refused to look at his own injuries deeper than just wrapping them up. Every attempt to aid him was met with stern orders to leave him alone, choosing to deal with his injuries on his own despite his state of exhaustion from the battle and overuse of his devil fruit. However, you are not one to back down. When Law had told you to shoo, you planted your feet firmly and simply said, “No.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly taken aback. “No? Did you really just say no?”

You nod at him. “Yep. I will not just leave you like this, Captain. You’re far too exhausted to treat yourself so no, I will not leave you. Let me help.”

His expression is a mix of disbelief and amusement. “You know this is insubordination, right? Refusing to obey my orders?”

You reply without hesitation, “Throw me in the brig, make me scrub the ship top to bottom, punish me for insubordination however you please, but let me help you.” 

He stares at you, face almost blank, before deeply sighing and agreeing. “Fine whatever. I guess you’re the person I would rather trust with this.”

With a nod, he leads you to the med bay of the ship and takes a seat on one of the patient beds. He unwraps the bandages on his body to reveal that it’s littered with cuts and bruises, leaving you gasping in surprise. “What? You wanted to help,” he remarks with a hint of sarcasm.

You couldn’t hide your astonishment “I didn’t expect you to have so many wounds on you!”

He rolls his eyes at your reaction. “I did do the majority of the work; it should be expected.”

“Shut up…” you grumble as you inspect his injuries. You examine the wounds for a moment before muttering “hmm… it looks bad… you might have sepsis, yeah the wounds look like they’re herniating and you might also have some melanoma.” 

He looks at you utterly bewildered at the sentence you just uttered. “Huh? Do you even know what you just said?”

“I’ve been nose-deep inside your medical books, picking up a thing or two,” You reply with confidence.

“But sepsis? Herniating? Melanoma? Those are all serious conditions. Do you even know what those words mean?”

You shook your head “Nope, but since I’m now your temporary doctor you’ll have to settle with my medical knowledge for now.”

He lets out a groan. “Well, let me help you out, temporary doctor I do not have sepsis, nothing on my body is herniating and I sure as hell don’t have melanoma. I have internal bleeding and a bunch of lacerations on my body that need to be stitched up.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah oh, now go get the suture kits, you know where they are right?” He asks. 

You nod and grab a few suture kits. You lay them on the table next to you and open one up. 

“The one on my abdomen is the deepest, so stitch that one up first.” Law instructs.

You pull out the needle and suture and grab some forceps. You take a look at the wound and start suturing. Your first few passes of the needle are rushed and unsteady. You hear law wincing above you when he finally snaps. “I asked you to sew me up, not maim me!” He sees your reaction and takes a few deep breaths calming down. “Sorry… Here, let me show you. He takes the needle and forceps out of your hand and starts suturing up his own cut with precision and accuracy. He hands them back to you. “See? Like that. Try again.”

You go to start suturing again, but your hands are a bit shaky from the nerves. He notices this and sighs. He places one hand over your own to stop you and uses the other to grab your chin and tilt it up to meet his gaze. “Calm down. It’s only a suture,” he reassures you, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Just take a deep breath and try again slowly and calmly.” 

The action of him grabbing your chin like that surprises you, but his words and the comforting gaze in his eyes is enough to calm you down. You nod at him and take a deep breath before starting your sutures again. You are slow and meticulous, hoping to not hurt the Surgeon of Death that is sitting right in front of you. You focus intensely, your eyebrows furrowing and your tongue slightly poking out of your mouth as you do so. 

Adorable… Law thinks to himself. His gaze grows soft as he continues to watch your handiwork. He encourages you along the way, muttering small praises. 

Once you’re done you look at him with anticipation. “Done, is it okay?’ 

He runs his finger over the stitches and a smirk forms on his face. “Not bad… though you can do better.”

You frown slightly at his critique

“Luckily for you though,” Law continues, “I have plenty more wounds that need stitching. So come on, get stitching.”

You begin stitching up his other cuts as well. The moment is intimate in a way. You two fall into a comfortable silence and he just watches you with utter affection as you mend him. By this point he is very much able to patch up his own wounds, but he needs an excuse to get close to you, to feel your touch. The Captain may not admit it out loud, but he has fallen for you and cherishes every moment he has with you, even if a little pain has to come with it. 

[cozage]

I saw the post about the requests being open till june fourth and i bout exploded!

I know people probobly do this one a lot for all characters but could you do a Zoro x hurt reader and maybe some headcanons on what he would do.

thank you!! :]

Hi!! This was FOREVER ago I know. Thank you for being patient ily. 

Characters: gn reader x Zoro Cw: recovery from a serious injury Total word count: 500

Comfort in the Hurting

Honestly…Zoro isn’t great at the whole “wait on you hand-and-foot” thing (“You’ve got the cook to do that. Why would I get out of bed?”)

What he’s actually trying to say is “I was actually so scared I was going to lose you so now I am going to hold you and cuddle you and will not get out of bed because I do not want to be away from you” but…Zoro isn’t great with words. Or confessions. Or admitting he was scared. 

Zoro hates to shower, but he knows you need help showering and you hate feeling dirty. So every day, he’ll carefully carry you to the shower and set you down on the seat in the shower (yes Franky made a seat for you). He’ll undress you carefully, avoiding all of the tender or aching spots on your body.

Then he’ll stand in front of you and turn the shower on, blocking you and letting the cold water run down his back until it finally warms up. Once it’s a comfortable temperature, he’ll move so the water can rain down on you, softly massaging your skin. 

He’ll lather up your hair with shampoo and go through every step of your shower routine. If he’s unsure of what product to use, he’ll always ask. But by the 4th or 5th day, he’s pretty much got it down. 

Then he’ll wrap you up and gently dry you off. It takes so long, but he’s precise. He knows exactly what sore and wounded parts to be gentle on, even if there isn’t a bruise or obvious injury there. He’s an expert. And then he’ll blow dry your hair and redress you, and carry you back to your bed to continue cuddling with you.

When you want fresh air, he helps you to the deck. He makes Sanji tell him when the sunset is so you can go watch it. When you can’t sleep at night, he’ll take you to the back of the ship to stare at the stars and chat. If you don’t feel like talking, he’ll fill the void or sit in silence, whatever you feel like doing. 

When you’re ready to start walking and doing things on your own, he’s always just a step away in case you overexert yourself. He watches you closely, though he’s always pretending to be doing something else so it doesn’t look like he’s staring at you. 

He knows when to let you fail at doing something and when you need help. He’s careful not to overstep your boundaries. However you set them, he’ll respect them, and he’s very in tune with when those boundaries change, even if you haven’t explicitly told him.

[silentgravesdontexist]

Renovating my room means I'm blasting music through the speaker. And I am also just stuck on Hozier's music (if u don't know him— now you do). So, here are Hozier's music that I think suits the following OP men!

Featured Characters: Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Brook, and Usopp

CW: Suggestive Content (it's Hozier. Ofc, there're going to be some feral undertones)

Note: I might edit this and add more if I feel like it.

Portgas D. Ace

I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me From the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

To Ace, you were the one who brought him back to life and away from the darkness of his own mind. There was that understanding between the two of you. Both knew the other had a past haunting like a shadow.

He won't pry. He won't undo the stitches of whatever had hurt you in the past. Let the ghosts stay as they are— just let him love you now. Two people that simply fell in love with each other.

The two of you feel like broken pieces of a whole to form a mosaic in each other's embrace. It becomes a chaotic madness that only the two of you could understand the raw beauty of it.

Monkey D. Luffy

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

As playful as Luffy can be, he's fiercely loyal. He'll go through hell and back just to have you in his arms. May it be against the world, heavens, or even the universe its— he won't let it take you away. He can't lose another loved one.

He's already done this for so many people. No pain nor torture could stop this man from being with you. Not even the gods can help the ones who even dare try to.

The guy won't die for you. Luffy would make sure he's alive to make sure you're safe and happy. That's why not even death could keep him away.

Roronoa Zoro

You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that You know better, babe, you know better, babe Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

A man of solitude finally found the place to call his home. Zoro keeps to himself, and yet you wormed your way into his life without realizing the effect you had on him.

There's a silent intensity to it. He's a man of strict self-discipline. He knows who he is. But with you? Gods, a switch turns on in his brain that makes him feral.

The warmth of your soul seeped deep into the crevices of his bones and warmed him from the inside. How could he not need you and the warmth you've shown him?

Sanji

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found (hey ya) I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground (hey ya) I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around (hey ya) And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Oh, everyone knows Sanji isn't by any means silent with his affections. But behind those honey-like words of adoration? Behind the hands that hold you so tenderly? There's an underlying heat to it that consumes him whole.

He won't tell you— not yet. Too afraid to scare you away by the growing desire in his chest. He doesn't just want you. He needs you.

That's why he'll put up a front of a dignified lover to you. Fawning over every little detail of your being while his fingers ache to feel the warmth of your bare skin.

Brook

She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives Ride 'round picking up clues We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson Raise 'em on rhythm and blues

Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside We'd sit back and watch the world go by

In the vast lonely life Brook lived, there was something about you that made him forget what loneliness ever felt like in the first place. You're just it to him.

No matter how peculiar he may seemed— you were always there by his side. Laughing along his jokes. Even matching his humor and love for music.

You are his muse. And he'd gladly play the ballad of your love until the end of time, if you'd let him.

Usopp

Remember once I told you 'bout How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound And the soul, if that's what you'd call it Uneasy ally of the body It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground

And the first time that you kissed me I drank dry the River Lethe The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be Unearth without a name

Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby

Usopp knew that there was this part of him that felt hollow with all the grandoise stories he tells. And the way you would always listen to him as if you truly believed his words made him feel as though he was saved.

Bit by bit, he no longer lived in the tales he spun in his mind. He lived in the moment— with you. All the adventures you two would go on together were all he could ever talk about now.

It felt great because it was real. You were real. Choosing him despite all his flaws and quirks. To have given him the honor to hold your heart in his hands and be the one to protect it.

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Okay, I might make a part 2 for this w/ Jimbei, Shanks, Law, Kid, and Yamato. Here's my masterlist to check it out!

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[sundew199]

I'll love you forever

tags: zoro x reader, no p/n's used, heavy angst, mentions of blood, death?

A quiver in his lip so violent that he couldn’t stop it, the small sucks of air doing nothing to stop the heavy burning tears to breach past his eye, blood dripping from his palm. But it wasn’t his blood, and what Zoro wouldn’t give in this moment to change that, make it his and not yours.

How had he let this happen?

How had he been so careless to not keep his senses alert for you.

It was a battle yes, and you could hold your own as well as he could but he couldn’t lose you. And yet he hadn't done enough to keep that from happening.

“Zoro…”

The rapid beating of his heart froze at the sound of his name leaving your throat so weakly, the shaky smile you gave him as you used the last of your strength to barely cup the side of his face.

“You’re gonna be okay, just don’t move so much, okay?”

Swallowing the heavy lump in his throat, somehow managing a smile to reassure you, but what would that do as he watched the life begin to fade from your eyes. But you nodded, fingers slipping from his cheek and his hand instantly grabbing yours to keep it there, selfishly absorb whatever warmth was left in your touch.

“Zoro…I'm tired.”

He frowned and finally let the tears fall, refusing to hide the sobs breaking the top of his throat trying to answer you back, bottom lip quivering even harder now.

“I know, I am too sweetheart, but you gotta stay awake for me, okay? I’ve got Sanji getting Chopper, just - hold on.”

For me.

You smiled so weakly and he knew why. You always found it so sweet when he referred to the arrogant cook by his real name, instead of whatever nickname he came up with and Zoro felt something inside him break further, shatter into tinier pieces. He couldn’t lose you.

He couldn’t lose you.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair.

“Zoro, I love you…so much…you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

All he could do was nod and squeeze his one good eye shut, pressing your fading warm hand harder on his cheek, barely turning to kiss the inside of your wrist, a tear from his eye landing on your cold skin. This couldn’t be happening, he’s lost so much already, why did the world feel the need to take more from him? What sins had he not atoned for to have the source of his comfort and future ripped away from him.

“And you’re the best thing that’s happened to me, I’m going to get you out of here, I promise.” Breaking into the smallest smile, mouth trembling with the realization that his words might be in vain.

The serenity that occupied your face quickly washed away hearing his words, letting out a sniffle. Zoro opened his eye to see you crying with a less happy looking smile on your face; the one he was unfortunately so familiar with.

“It’s okay, I’m so thankful for you Zoro-“

“Stop talking like that!” Hissing back at you through a sob, clenching your smaller hand in his desperately, the entirety of his body shaking as he looped his other arm underneath from where you lay across his thighs, to you to hold you closer. The tears flowed faster down both of your cheeks, the sickening realization setting in, turning inescapable.

“I’m not losing you, I’m not! Just hold on, for me, please.” Pleading with you through the violent tears and sobs that were so hushed but harsh, pressing a kiss to your blood stained forehead and staining the black bandana still tightly tied around his head as it dipped to press against your forehead briefly.

A choking cough ripped through your throat, a trickle of blood running down the corner of your mouth, suddenly so much paler, fastening the pace of his beating heart as he looked down at you.

“Thank you...I’ll love you forever Roronoa Zoro,” managing to thumb over his bottom lip that momentarily stopped trembling, caressing the part of his face that you used to idly when laying in bed with him, something that was so routine between the two of you, something that Zoro feared in this very moment he took for granted. You gave him one finally smile, going limp in his arms.

“Stop, don't do that! I told you to hold on, FUCK!” Shaking you to get your attention, rapidly breathing and refusing to acknowledge the total lack of light in your face and eyes, squeezing the hand he hadn’t let go of and pressing his forehead to yours, pressing his trembling lips to yours, a futile effort in hopes that his touch would bring you back to him.

You were lifeless, limp and useless and Zoro couldn’t take it, wouldn't accept it. He sobbed like he did when he was child after loosing Kuina, slowly rocking back and forth on his knees, cradling your body to him even though he knew you were gone.

"I'm sorry."

[grandline-fics]

Forget-Me-Not

DESCRIPTION: Sometimes things happen beyond our control. After an accident occurs your relationship with Zoro is turned on its head and changed forever.

WARNINGS: nothing comes to mind for this one

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 2,572

A/N: The next chapter is here. I hope you all enjoy and have a good weekend

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four (here) | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven(coming soon)

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The island was drawing closer now and the entire crew couldn’t help but recall what befell them the last time. As much as they tried to look at this as the next exciting part of their adventure they still couldn’t shake the image of your injured, limp body being carried in Zoro’s arms. No one wanted to go through that again but at the same time they knew this was the life they’d chosen and danger was part of that decision. So in the middle of their lunch, conversation turned to the set plan for this island visit. 

“Thankfully from what I can see with this island, it’s populated. I can make out a dense cityscape so we can actually buy supplies we’ve been rationing.” Nami said, setting a quick sketch she’d made of the island. Even for a preliminary outline it was still detailed enough for the crew to get a better idea of what they were in for. “And because there’s a city we have to expect a Marine presence. So we need to be careful.” 

“So who’s staying on Sunny first?” Sanji asked tentatively as he lit another cigarette. Usually it would spark a debate over who would go but now there was a hesitancy amongst them all, even Luffy who still had the usual excitement light his eyes at being in a new place didn’t immediately declare he wanted to explore as much as he clearly wanted to. The group slowly looked to Zoro who continued to eat his meal, not participating in the conversation. 

“Well I know where I’ll be.” Your voice sounded dryly from the doorway, drawing everyone’s attention. They weren’t used to you leaving the medical quarters but here you stood with your empty dishes in hand. With careful steps you walked to the sink and began to wash up. “Unless you’re going to actually let me leave the ship?” 

“You’re not our captive, you can go onto the island with us!” Luffy grinned, only for his smile to falter when you looked over your shoulder and eyed him carefully, still not trusting him. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to explore?”

“And when I want to go home?” You asked, turning off the water and turning to face the apparent Captain of this group. Your stare was hard and your mouth was set in a firm line, his was the only answer you wanted to hear at this moment. Despite his relaxed nature, if he was any kind of leader, whatever he said was to be followed by the rest of his crew. “If we go on that island and I don’t want to come back here. What then?”

“By that island’s not your home…” Luffy frowned seriously. “Sunny’s your home, you said so.”

“According to you.” You dismissed with narrowed eyes. “Answer my question. Am I allowed to go home. To my island.”

“Uuugghhh but that’s so far away it’ll take forever!” Luffy groaned out like a child being told it was his bedtime, his inability to take your question seriously was making you angry and you hand to reach behind you to grip the countertop to stop yourself from rushing over and smacking him senseless. “If you want to go back we can’t stop you. Nami, you know the way right?”

Nami froze at Luffy’s willingness to take you home to your island given how confident he was that your memories would return and everything would go back to normal. However at his question so slowly nodded. As much as she had secretly hoped Luffy’s stubbornness and selfishness would win out and he’d insist you stayed with them, she couldn’t go against him or lie. Not over this. 

“Yeah, I have the charts…but it will take months of travel.” She said, looking at you hoping you could see that she was telling the truth. “We met so long ago. Your island is near the beginning of the Grand Line, it’s not a quick trip, this will take time.”

“So just leave me on the island we’re going to, I’ll find someone to take me ba-” you flinched when Zoro slammed his bottle onto the table. Finally you tore your gaze from Luffy to watch the swordsman sit back in his seat but still refused to look at you. 

“You’re not being left behind on an island we have no knowledge about.” He spoke firmly and you bit back the urge to sneer at him. 

“I think that decision is your Captain’s.” You forced the words out as calmly as you could. You couldn’t help but think back to the card you’d found in the book. For someone that had claimed ‘love always’ he had a funny way of showing it. “Think about it, the sooner you’re all rid of me, the sooner you get back to your adventures. Win-win right?”

“It’s not happening.” Zoro snapped turning his head to glare fiercely at you. “If you want to go back to the life you had then fine, we’ll see you home but none of us are risking your safety with strangers who could hand you over to the Marines without any hesitation.”

“I’m not a pirate.” You uttered thickly, denying it with every fibre of your being. Over and over you told yourself that no matter what happened, you would be fine, that you were still a good person. Zoro seemed intent on breaking that one comforting thought. You glared furiously as the swordsman rose and approached. When he was in front of you he stopped and looked down at you, his expression even but unrelenting. While the others had been kind and patient with you, Zoro was clearly choosing the harsher path.

“No. You just don’t remember being one. That’s the difference.” He told you coldly. “If we abandon you on that island, you’re easy pickings for any bounty hunter and Marine about because like it or not you have a bounty and that’s not going away. But you’re right. The decision isn’t mine, it’s yours and Luffy’s. So do what you want, if you do end up someone’s captive don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The seconds passed by in heavy, agonising silence. No one dared to move as you and Zoro glared at each other, defiant and locked in an intense battle. Finally your upper lip curled upwards as you ground out a terse. “Fine.” Roughly you  brushed passed Zoro and headed for the door, only stopping to scowl at Luffy. “I’ll continue to take my chances with your crew so long as you promise you’ll take me home after this island.”

“I promise.” Luffy smiled. You still couldn’t wrap your head around this happy-go-lucky Captain and after your heated exchange with his second in command you left the dining area with a firm click of the door signalling your exit. 

When the sound of your steps were gone Zoro let out the heavy sigh he’d been holding. While he hated being so cold and harsh with you, it was necessary in this instance to make you see sense. He felt a small sense of relief when you relented and agreed that they’d be the ones to take you back to your island. At least this meant he could do this much for you, he could see you safely home and still know the feeling of your presence for another few months even if you wanted more than anything to be as far away from the crew as possible. There was no ‘win-win’ situation in any of this for him but as long as you got to live your life content and how you wanted then he could accept that and do his damnedest to ensure you got what you wanted regardless of how much it hurt him. 

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“You’re sure you don’t mind me going onto the island?” Chopper asked cautiously as he looked over your mostly healed injuries the next morning. The more extreme wounds still caused you some discomfort but you were able to move as freely as you could now and knew your limits so you gave the reindeer a small smile.

“I’ll be fine, you’re only going for a day anyway and I doubt I’ll injure myself here, I’m not that clumsy.” You assured him but still he hesitated. “Chopper, I mean it I’ll be fine. Go and enjoy your exploring. You’ve been looking after me all this time, you deserve some fun.”

“I don’t though.” Chopper protested with a firm shake of his head. “I don’t deserve it.” You tilted your head at his statement. Against your better judgement you couldn’t help but had a soft spot for him. He had saved your life and nursed you to help, pirate or not you owed him a lot and given how much time he’d spent with you in your recovery it was only natural to feel a bond beginning to form with him. Chopper slowly met your gaze and you could see shame in his eyes. “It’s all my fault. That day when the storm started it was my idea to take shelter in the ruins. You got hurt because of me. You hate us because of me…Zoro’s sad and not sleeping because of me.” 

His revelation stunned you and feeling the guilt and weight of his confession had caused a lump to form in your throat. You tried to shake how hearing Chopper mention Zoro specifically made you think of the card you’d found. You weren’t going to entertain the possibility of you being in a relationship with the man. You weren’t going to start to consider that you had chosen this life. It would drive you mad otherwise. Still you couldn’t let Chopper beat himself up over what happened.

“Chopper, I can’t tell you what happened that day and I also can’t tell you that things would have been different had we done something different. I got hurt and lost my memories that’s all I know.” You began as softly as you could. “What I do know is I’m alive because you’ve been looking after me and I don’t blame you for any of it. So do me a favour and go out there and enjoy yourself okay?”

“Thank you.” Chopper sniffled before smiling brightly at you, leaning forward to hug your side as gently as he could. “Will you be okay-”

“Yes! I promise I’ll be fine.” You insisted with a small roll of your eyes. “What’s the worst that’s going to happen?”

“Well it’s just…Zoro’s the only one staying behind.” Okay, now you were reconsidering whether you would be fine on the ship.

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For most of the morning you avoided going to the deck so you wouldn’t have to run into your only ‘companion’ for the day while the others were away. However there was only so much you could do to pass the time. Ever since you discovered the card you were hesitant to touch any of the other books that were apparently your personal possessions out of fear of finding more evidence of your history with the Strawhats. 

Then you came to the decision, if you were to trust these people to bring you home then it meant you were going to be in their company for more months ahead. Why should you be the one to hide away? You weren’t their captive so you weren’t going to act like one. Leaving the medical quarters you climbed the steps to the deck and saw that it was empty. At first you believed you were alone and continued up the next set of steps to sit in the shade of Nami’s tangerine grove but stopped to see Zoro lying on the grass, sleeping soundly. You waited for a moment but he made no reaction beyond the slow, relaxed breaths. You continued to the seats and sat in the one furthest from the man who was supposed to be the only source of protection to the ship. 

Basking in the sound of the waves gently lapping against the ship and comforting warmth coming down from the island’s summer sun, you sat back in your seat and got comfortable letting your own eyes slip closed. The second your breathing evened out and your head tilted to the side, Zoro’s good eye opened slowly. For a moment he continued to lie on the grass and stare up at the broken streams of sunlight coming through the canopy of leaves and his fingers twitched against his swords that lay against his hip. While he couldn’t sense any current threats nearby, he wasn’t taking any chances.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed until he suddenly he sensed something heading his way, sharply he snatched it in the air and looked to see the tangerine in his hand. Arching an eyebrow he glanced up to see you slowly peeling your own tangerine casually. 

“Thought you were sleeping.” He said carefully while sitting up to press his back against the wooden railing and lightly toss the tangerine you’d thrown at him into the air and catch it, the only thing he could do to occupy his thoughts and restlessness.

“Getting comfortable and sleeping are two different things.” You said simply. “Besides it’s not wise to just nap out in the open when at an unknown island. One near death experience is more than enough.” You added, pretending not to notice the way Zoro’s jaw clenched and his hands faltered slightly at your remark. You did gesture to the tangerine in his hand. “Aren’t you going to eat that?”

“And piss Nami off?” He asked sarcastically. “That’s one headache I don’t need.”

“What she got a rule about the tangerines?”

“Yeah, no touching without her permission or paying.” 

“Funny…” you mused before popping a segment of the fruit into your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully and swallowed, savouring the sweet, refreshing taste. “I don’t remember her telling me.” 

Zoro let out a small huff and smirked, shaking his head before stopping and glaring at the ground. He shouldn’t have laughed at that but for a small moment it had felt like the you he loved.

“Oh come on, that was funny! It’s going against everything in me but I’m really trying here to at least be civil.” You snapped in exasperation. “Or would you rather we fight and glare at each other the entire time I’m on this ship?”

“You’re only being civil because part of you still believes that if you’re not we’ll change our minds about taking you home.” Zoro stated making you freeze. “You don’t trust us, not entirely. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” You deflected, looking away from him. 

“No you don’t because I already know the answer.” Zoro slowly got to his feet and turned to look at the island the others were currently on, cursing them for forcing him into this situation. He knew that they’d planned this, thinking the impossible would happen but this wasn’t helping him. 

“Okay if we’re playing the truth game then you look me in the eye and answer me this, do you love me?” Your question came suddenly and Zoro turned his head sharply, he hadn’t expected that. You remained sitting in your seat as you stared at him with eyes burning; challenging and intense and as beautiful as always. “Well? What’s the answer?”

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[turtletaubwrites]

One Piece x Introverted!Reader (pt. 1?)

Thank you anon for this request! This is my first time writing headcanons, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Headcanons and drabbles for Zoro, Sanji, and Robin with an introverted partner.

Word Count: 1327

Rating/Warnings: SFW, Just Fluff, maybe a smidgen of Angst, Alcohol

A/N: I've had to start splitting my posts from the ask, tumblr was flipping out every time I was editing. I hope you don't mind I've started linking them instead!

Zoro

Zoro enjoys this part of you, and you find an easy rhythm with each other.

You can spend hours near each other without speaking, and it feels comfy and safe. Reading a book, or working on your own tasks while he works out is an almost daily ritual (taking plenty of breaks to watch him, of course). 

During the many feasts and celebrations that seem to occur, Zoro tends to loosen up more with booze, and he’ll wrap his arm around you during conversations. He’s gotten to know your body language well, and even drunk, he’d notice if you were uncomfortable or worn out. He wouldn’t even make an excuse or say goodbye to the group, he’d just drag you (or pick you up) and find a quiet spot to relax together. Preferably with a bottle of sake.

If Zoro notices you having trouble speaking to people in public, he might try to find ways to help you feel stronger without bringing it up directly, like teaching you breathing exercises, or power stances, etc.

“Why are you teaching me this?” “So you can feel, uh… Well, you’re a pirate. Pirates need to breathe… good.”

Drabble

“You okay?”

You pulled your hands away from your temples, the dull headache still creeping on you. Zoro sat beside you, spreading his legs out on the dirt, his back against the large tree.

The rest of the crew was laughing around the fire, another triumph to celebrate with the locals. 

“It’s just been a long day. I’ll be good in a minute.”

He hummed, setting his hand out between you in case you wanted to hold it. You did. 

“You don’t have to. They’re too loud anyway.”

Your lips pulled into a small, but grateful smile as you leaned onto his warm shoulder. His fingers squeezed yours gently, before his other hand brought a bottle to his lips. 

He gestured it toward you, and you hummed your ‘no’ before letting your eyes close.

Zoro’s quiet warmth beside you filled you up. You never felt like a burden with him. He would just join you, as if it was normal. 

“Thank you.”

He huffed a laugh, voice low.

“Like I said, those idiots are too loud. I’d rather be here with you.”

Sanji

Sanji prides himself on meeting your every need, but it would take some practice for him to figure it out, unless you’re clear with him.

He wants to spoil you, to show you off, to bring you out on dates at every island.

If you’re not open with him about your needs to recharge, and he sees you getting drained with him, he might get worried. He'd wonder what he’s doing wrong, and would overcompensate.

Eventually he’d connect the dots, but if you just tell him then he’ll cater to you. He wants you to feel cherished, and he won’t mind making changes for you, as long as he knows what you need.

But he will have a hard time not showering you with compliments all day, often in front of strangers and even enemies. 

“My sunshine, my darling. You look so gorgeous under the stars like this. Don’t mind them, I’ll kick their asses so I can get back to worshiping you.”

Sanji would take note of all the things that comfort you. Whatever items like books, sweaters, fidgets, etc, and he would make sure to have them in reach for you if he saw your tells.

He’d also love whisking you away from any situation. If he noticed your demeanor shift, or if you leaned against him and whispered that you needed to leave, he would make up any excuse to get you out of there.

“My sweetheart needs some tea, we’ll catch up with you later. No Usopp, you don’t get any tea, go away.”

Drabble

“My love, is this dinner not to your liking? We can go back to the ship, I’ll make you whatever you like.”

“No Sanji, it’s delicious,” you said with a weak smile, guilt riding you for your drop in mood in the middle of the date he’d set up in the local town.

The look of concern on his face made you sigh. 

Why do I always have to bring people down?

“Please, mon coeur, tell me if there’s something bothering you. Is it something I’ve done?” 

“No, Sanji, I’m so sorry. I just have a hard time around a lot of people for too long. I love our date, I just get drained sometimes. I’m sor–”

“Don’t be sorry, dear. How about we take this to go? We can eat at the park on the way, or back at the ship? Whatever you need.”

The hurt and concern was gone from his face, replaced by a soft smile that made you lift your eyes to the ceiling to stop the hint of tears from welling up.

“I’m sorry I ruined–”

“Mon amour, I won’t listen to another word of that.”

His tone was firm as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, almost a fierceness in his eyes now.

“And I will boil anyone that’s made you feel this way before. I’m happy with you anywhere. As long as you’re happy.”

You bit your quivering lip, trying not to think of partners in the past that had gotten angry at you when you’d need a break, when you didn’t want to go out. 

Sanji was different. Now that he knew, he checks in, he makes changes, and that pressure you used to feel is fading. 

“Anything you need, my love.”

Robin

You’d never have to worry, Robin is always your safe haven.

Even around the rest of the crew, Robin seems to have a quiet little corner, and you can sit with her, recharging as she reads, sending you a gentle smile now and then.

At parties, Robin will catch your gaze, often pulling you away from the group to go explore the area on your own. Always hunting for books, pets, and cozy spots.

If Robin notices you’re uncomfortable with people near you, she’d literally spawn arms on you to push them back a bit. Usually would only do this within the crew, and everyone would laugh while she pulled you away from the more rambunctious crew members. (i.e. Luffy hanging on you, and yelling directly in your ear, lol)

Robin is an introvert, and she’s found a great balance for herself. She helps you figure out what you need, and what your limits are, and it feels wonderful to have someone understand and support you so well

She’s the best girl 🥰

Drabble

“Mmhm,” you nodded, sipping your drink as Nami and Usopp chatted with the group’s new friends.

You hadn’t been able to chat for awhile now, brain slowly slinking back in your skull with guilt as you tried to keep a friendly look on your face.

You coughed to cover a gasp, the group turning to focus on you.

“Uh, excuse me. I’m going to grab another drink.”

The arm that had spawned on your back to tap gently on your shoulder tapped again until you turned to that side. There was Robin, smiling at you as she sat at the bottom of a staircase.

Letting out a strained breath, you made your way to her, already feeling lighter.

“Care to take a break with me, darling?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed, kissing her cheek as you sat beside her.

Robin leaned against you, people watching as you closed your eyes for a while. Now and then she would let out a soft hum or a low chuckle, and you grinned. Robin saw so much, and you loved to hear what she learned from people just by watching them. 

There was no pressure to return to the group. You could stay and watch with Robin, you could head back to the ship. You could do whatever felt best, and Robin would still be Robin. She’d still smile at you, just like this.

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Seven minutes of heaven with Zosan. 💚💛[suggestive and probably ooc]

“Goddamn it, Nami, let us out!” Zoro yells.

“As much as I hate to agree with this ogre, I would prefer not to be in here, my sweet Nami-swan!”

“Nope!” They hear from the other side of the door, “I’m not opening this closet until you two sort out whatever the hell is going on with you!”

“Whatever the hell is— hey! What are you getting at here?”

“That’s for you to figure out,” she answers simply. “Now I have business I need to take care of, I’ll be back later!”

“Wait, Nami-swan!! Don’t leave!!” Sanji calls desperately. They hear footsteps that get quieter and quieter until they’re left in silence.

Sanji curses. “Damn it! Why would she lock me in here with you of all people?”

“What, you hate me that much?”

Sanji blinks. “Well, I—“

He’s surprised to hear that Zoro’s breathing has grown heavy. He lets out a bitter chuckle, “Yeah. Cause you just can’t stand me, right? Everything about me pisses you off. You’d much prefer if one of the girls were here instead, wouldn’t you? Because being alone with me is just your worst nightmare. Does that sound right?”

His voice sounds pained by the end. Sanji surely didn’t expect this kind of response from him. “Shit, Marimo, no, that’s not…”

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice is dangerous.

“I’m not lying! I just… don’t know how to act around you,” he admits. Zoro’s breath hitches, but Sanji continues.

“Sometimes everything will be fine and then other times I want to rip your head off. Sometimes I think I hate you but other times I enjoy your company, and it’s all so confusing! But… you’re still my crew mate, and I want to be able to get along with you,” he sighs, “you… matter to me, alright?”

He tries to find Zoro’s eyes in the dim lighting, and when he does there’s something there he doesn’t recognize.

“Zoro?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Wha-“

His question is cut off by strong lips on his own. He gasps into the kiss, but his body seems to take over his mind and he kisses back desperately. By the time they break apart they’re both gasping for air.

Neither of them can find the words to break the silence that follows. Sanji’s mind is spinning and he feels a little sick. His body had moved on its own, before he had any time to decide what he wanted to do. He definitely hadn’t expected Zoro to kiss him all of a sudden. Now, the swordsman can’t even look at him. Sanji feels his heart clench seeing how regretful he looks. But Sanji, surprising even himself, finds that he doesn’t feel regret at all.

“Hey, Marimo—“

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Zoro suddenly says.

Sanji sighs gently and gives a small smile. “I’m not.”

Zoro whips his head up to look at him in shock. “You’re… you’re not?”

“I kissed you back, didn’t I?” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in a way, it was. His body had made the decision his brain was always too afraid to make. He always pushed down the fleeting thoughts of Zoro that would plague his mind from time to time. He would blame it on tiredness or feverishness. But he couldn’t run away from those feelings anymore, and he kind of didn’t want to.

He feels for Zoro’s hand in the dark and squeezes it gently. Zoro squeezes back. Sanji brings their hands up to Zoro’s face and cups it as he leans in. Their lips meet again, this time without a shred of doubt from either party. The kiss deepens and they let their hands wander, feeling each other and making note of the new sensations. Sanji can’t help the soft moan that escapes him when Zoro slides a hand up the back of his shirt, and he’s pleased to hear one in return when he tugs at Zoro’s hair.

The air between them begins to feel hot and constricting, their breaths quickening and the shuffle of fabric becoming more erratic and—

And then they are enveloped in light, caught like a deer in headlights as they both freeze in horror. They turn their heads slowly and are met by an unimpressed look from their orange-haired navigator.

“Knew it.”

[hurlingdown]

im so glad people are enjoying my thirsts! they're very random thoughts. sometimes, i just type these out while i'm eating lunch with some friends (who do not know anything about this, of course).

anyways, i feel like we should utilize the smaller variants to get them in one big orgy. a mini buggy, crocodile, and mihawk glaring each other down while fingering and pegging each other. you'll be doing your work while they're at a side of the desk, trying to find satisfaction with each other.

or maybe nami, robin, and vivi all at your palm, choosing their fingers to warm and fuck themselves into. would they take turns with one finger or watch each other get split apart by your fingers?

what about shanks and buggy bickering about who'll go first on your fingers because you're so big, your fingers could be too much to them. what about garp and sengoku having a chill hookup session at your desk, ignoring you so much it makes you pout. would you pick them apart to use them like dolls or let them use your fingers to you bidding?

what about doffy commanding what you should do with your fingers to him, despite his meager size? spear him open and pierce him belly-deep, put your tip in his hole to fill him with cum. you would worry about his body but his strings still turn you into his little puppet.

what about luffy, sanji, and zoro fisting each other? they can't take your finger too quickly, they need a little help with each other! and maybe you'd get the best of the best. squirt, piss, sweat mixing together to create the most perverted soup.

i'd love to put out a bowl of warm water and watch rosinante bathe in it. tease him a little and poke his sides. guide him on washing his body and sneak in a swipe at his cunt while he's scrubbing his chest. eat him out after he's done bathing to wash him in your spit.

thats all, i hope you have a good day!

- oath anon

damn you’re brave… i could never. i can’t even open the app when people are around. you never know whether the first thing you see is a butt naked man with a ten foot cock (that happened once in public) or an absolutely depraved fic about a fictional character getting destroyed by a butt naked man with a ten foot cock

either way both scenarios are just as bad

this is a “what if gulliver’s travels had been a porno” type of prompt and i fucking love it

i’ve never written about orgies or group sex before and it sounds suuuper fun to write!! i really like the cross guild one you wrote, all three of them putting up with each other and having a pleasure party, trying so hard to entice you while you’re working your ass off for whatever reason is just the funniest kind of debauchery. 

doffy stringing reader into fingering him is a sign from the universe that i should get my shit together and write something for him. god he’d have such a pretty pussy 

about the monster trio though!! it reminds me: i’ve been thinking about writing watersports/omorashi for some time now but i’m not sure what the extent of bizarreness you guys would be okay withh... do let me know in my inbox!! no piss drinking though 🙂‍↕️

prodding and teasing corazon’s cunt to make him flush and squirm while he’s bathing fuck yess

goddamn you always send the perfect thirsts. have a great day as well!!