#one piece oneshot

[butterfluffy]

“i am your wife”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· he's heavily injured and drugged with meds, and you're his wife.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | r. zoro  x f!reader | oneshot / scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none. mistakes may be present tho.. so do ignore them, thanks.

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⠀⠀꒰ ���� ꒱ notes: based on that one audio i heard from somewhere—and, hey lmao. still remember me? oh well, here's something after months of absence. 🤷‍♀️

your husband, zoro, was heavily injured after fighting enemies off when they attacked—and you, his wife, is beside him on the bed he's resting on, and your hand was gently stroking his hair, down to his cheeks, and then his chest.

“my wife...” zoro began, letting out a groan as he attempted to push your hand away from his chest, but having not much energy to do so.

“my wife, she'll get upset if.. if she sees you touching me like that, especially there on my chest..” he says as he looked down at his chest that you're stroking, a small frown on his face, obviously still under the drug chopper gave him. “don't touch me.. you're not my wife...”

“but zoro,” you whined, sighing as you smiled at him, still caressing his chest in that same gentle and loving manner, almost laughing at zoro's words.

“i am your wife...” you whispered, chuckling and smiling at zoro and his reaction—but he didn't reply just yet, just staring at you with his cheeks slightly dusted red, his heart rate noticeably increasing in the background.

“oh,” he gasped, looking at you with his eyes slightly wide as of a deer in headlights, cheeks flushed as he wore a soft smile on his face, also chuckling as he held your hand, a contented sigh leaving his lips. “right.. my wife. you are my wife. y/n.”

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Headcanons + One Shot: Crush {R.Z}

Scenarios/Headcanons + One Shot: What Zoro is like when he has a crush on you

Pairing: OPLA Roronoa Zoro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Words: 1.5k (Headcanons ~400 ; One Shot 1.1k)

Zoro is well aware of his feelings, BUT he does not portray them in the way he thinks he does.

When he realized he had feelings for you, and that they were not going to go away anytime soon, he decided to embrace them.

You noticed a slight change in his behavior towards you.

He would talk to you more often, listen to you more closely than before.

He could compliment or encourage you more often, even if it was in a 'Zoro' kind of way.

'Hey at least you didn't fall off the ship this time.' 'Good job, next time you might actually succeed.' 'That was an improvement from last time at least.'

Though you noticed the way he changed, you were not aware it was because he had feelings for you. You assumed he had just accepted you as a friend.

Not that you were complaining, you weren't. You had a crush on the green haired swordsman from the beginning.

So any improvement was great.

In Zoro's mind, the meaning behind his actions were obvious.

So when you did not reciprocate, or seem to acknowledge them, he was afraid you did not feel the same.

His nonchalant behavior, slowly became more desperate.

Especially when you seemed to be growing closer to Sanji.

Zoro hated the idea of not receiving your affections, but not receiving them because of him, almost infuriated him.

And just as quickly as Zoro acted more friendly towards you, he was suddenly more withdrawn, though, you noticed the way he would silently hang round you.

Now you were even more confused.

There were no more compliments, no more casual conversations. But he always went with you wherever you went.

If you split up on an island, he would go with you. If you were hanging out in the kitchen with Sanji, Zoro would be sitting at the table, often glaring at Sanji, though this was no different than before. During a fight Zoro would remain close to your side.

His behavior constantly threw you through a loop and you weren't sure what to do about it.

"So what did you do to Zoro this time?" You asked Sanji as you leaned against the railing of the ship.

Sanji huffed as he reeled in his fishing line.

You glanced over to Zoro, who was lying on the railing of the ship across from you, his eyes glaring at Sanji as if he was trying to push him into the water with just his mind.

"I don't think it's me who did something."

You gave him a quizzical stare and he smirked. You pointed at yourself "Me?"

He nodded as he chuckled. "He only glares at me like that when you are around. Otherwise he usually leaves me alone."

You furrowed your brow as you looked back over at Zoro, catching him looking away like he had been caught.

"I don't get it, what does he think is happening?"

"Maybe he thinks I am harassing you. He does seem particularly protective over you."

It was your turn to laugh. "Protective of me? Zoro?"

Sanji nodded with a wide smile, "Don't tell me you didn't notice how he follows you around everywhere."

"Wh- well yeah but...I didn't really think much of it I guess."

"Well you should start."

Sanji's words lingered with you throughout the day, and more and more, you noticed Zoro's attention on you. You had noticed it before, but never to its actual extent.

Even though he had withdrawn from talking to you as much, his eyes followed you everywhere, and he was always within earshot of you. Anywhere you looked, he was nearby, napping, drinking, sharpening his swords, lounging.

And now, as you were fixing a tear in one of the sails, he was lying about ten feet away, appearing as though he was asleep, though you knew better now.

Distracted by your gaze on him, you let out a hiss as you stabbed yourself with your needle. Zoro's eyes shot open at the sound as he looked over at you.

As you looked at the small hole in your finger, a shadow crossed over you. Looking up you saw Zoro staring down at you and your heart skipped a beat.

Crouching down, Zoro took your hand as he looked at your finger. Butterflies swirled through your stomach, "It's just a small poke."

Zoro looked up and met your eyes, "You should still be careful."

You nodded silently, your eyes locked with his. Clearing his throat, he let go of your hand and rose to leave.

"Zoro."

He stopped in his tracks before looking back down at you. Your gaze made his heart flip.

"Did I do something?"

He frowned as he looked down at you, wracking his own brain to understand what you meant.

"What?"

You swallowed nervously, "Well, before, you were so talkative to me, and nice, and then suddenly you stopped. I was just wondering if I did something."

Zoro hadn't realized you noticed he withdrew from you and guilt washed over him. "You didn't do anything."

"Then why? I thought we had finally gotten closer."

He let out a soft sigh before he stepped forward and knelt back down in front of you. He tilted his head to the side as he gazed at you, making your ears and neck grow hot.

"I-" as he hesitated, uncertain of what to say, you gaze patiently at him, only making him feel more nervous.

He let out a sigh as he hung his head, "I don't know what to say."

You smiled softly, "You've never really been good with words. So let me help."

Looking up, his heart flipped at the sight of the soft smile on your lips.

"You started treating me differently, more friendly than before. Then, all of a sudden you stopped. Yet you still seem to always be around me."

The more you spoke, the more unevenly his heart raced.

"And, any time I'm with Sanji, you look as though you could throw him overboard. Though, that is not entirely out of character, it seems to be for a different reason then usual."

Zoro swallowed nervously as he looked around, glad it was still just the two of you on deck.

"Zoro."

His eyes shot back to yours and he could see you repressing a smile.

"Why is it so hard to tell me you like me?"

Zoro seemed to freeze for a moment as he took in your words. Why was it so hard? You obviously figured it out, and you didn't seem to be repulsed by it. So, would it be okay?

"I- I don't know."

His comment was an admittance in itself and your heart raced painfully fast. You bit the inside of your lip, waiting for him to say more, hoping he would.

"I've never felt this before."

You saw the way he was wringing his hands nervously.

"This?"

He let out a soft sigh, you really weren't gonna give up till he said it clearly huh? His lips curled as he met your eyes again.

"When I see you my heart races, quicker, more painful than even when I'm in the middle of a fight. My hands get sweaty, I forget my words. When you enter the room I feel my breath vanish, and when you leave the room I feel the overwhelming urge to follow you. I want to be around you all the time, I want to watch over you, protect you, keep you safe and sound. I want to see you smile and hear you laugh, and I want to be the cause of it. I want-"

Realizing the bright look in your eyes and the way you were repressing a grin, his chest tightened and a smile spread across his own face.

He let out a soft sigh. "I want to keep feeling these things. They scared me at first, but I want to keep feeling them. I want this. I want-... I want you."

Allowing the grin you had been repressing to stretch across your face your eyes were shining with excitement and emotion. "If you were feeling all of those things why did you distance yourself?"

He sighed, "You seemed to be getting close to the waiter."

You giggled softly, "We're friends, crew-mates, but I don't have feelings for him if that's what you were worried about."

"You don't?" You shook your head, "Any?"

You shook your head again with a soft chuckle, "None at all. Any feelings like that are reserved for someone else."

Zoro swallowed as he cleared his throat. "Anyone I know?"

"You might! Tall, swordsman, green hair, quiet, not great with words or emotions."

Zoro chuckled, "Sounds like a catch."

"I think so."

Zoro moved closer to you, his eyes scanning your face, "And if this guy finally get's his head out of his ass and asks you out?"

You grinned at him, "Then I would gladly say yes."

"Well it's a good thing he has then."

"Yes, it is."

xx End xx

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ALL YOURS - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : making out, implied grinding, implied NSFW, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy fluff for my love <3

Word count : 1.1K words

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“Mon dieu…”

The breathless whimper that left Sanji would’ve been inaudible, had they not been greedily soaking up every single noise that escaped his kiss-swollen lips. Pulling back just half an inch, they looked at him through their eyelashes, trembling with effort and loaded emotions as they did.

He looked perfectly ravished, with hooded eyes and mussed tresses of blonde hair. The faint dusting of freckles of his was almost invisible underneath the blush on his flaming cheeks. His glossy lips were parted, breathing out heavy puffs of air as his chest heaved with the exertion. It was true that he always made it a point to say just how badly they’d ruined him, but seeing the results of said ruination always had pleasure shooting down their spine.

Maybe he’d gotten a little greedier over time, because now his hands were desperately clinging to the fat of their hips, tugging them even closer to him. “Easy there,” they languidly chuckled against his mouth, a sound he quickly swallowed into another open-mouthed kiss, kneading their soft skin as he did. Their teasing was all for naught, as they both knew that more was what they truly wanted.

Time was a concept lost to them. After all, this had all started when Sanji had called them to the aquarium bar, with the excuse of wanting them to taste-test a new mocktail he’d made while staying up at night. Since it was alcohol-free, they couldn’t really blame their impulsiveness on intoxication. In fact, even the mocktail was mostly untouched on the countertop, long-forgotten.

But really, were either of them surprised? When it came to their little midnight rendezvous, they never knew if it was going to be ten minutes or a few hours lost in each other’s eyes and entwined with each other’s bodies. Sanji was all lithe muscle and sharp edges and rough stubble, but he somehow carried all the world’s softness and warmth in him. It was no wonder they could barely think of anything else when tangled together.

His tongue was warm sliding against theirs, and his chest was solid underneath their palms. The lingering scent of cigarettes, musky perfume, and expensive aftershave chased after him. Every kiss felt like it would consume them whole; burn them alive down to the tips of their fingers and burrow deep into their chest. Every time their mouths met in a searing chase, he’d push up into their core, their back arching a little despite themself.

It took all the mental fortitude and strength they had to pull away with a gasp, earning a groan from Sanji who looked desperate enough to keen. “You’re cruel,” he somehow managed to whine out, “Mon amour, I’ve not yet had my fill of you—“

Pressing a single index finger to his lips was all it took to silence him. Perhaps as a sort of punishment, they even leaned in to nip at his jutted lower lip, teasing his pout. “Just a second,” they promised him, clambering off his lap before he could protest too much. “I promise I have a surprise for you.”

Smothering a laugh behind their hand knowing the disheveled state they’d left him in, clothes all messed up and so clearly aching for them that he couldn’t even bother to adjust himself, they pranced away to their room to get the box they’d hidden in their set of drawers.

It had been a hassle hiding it from any possible interlopers. After all, you never knew when Nami was about to sell off half their possessions for more cash, or if Luffy was feeling particularly curious that day and wondered if it would sink in the ocean, consequently jumping after it and nearly drowning.

At the very least, they were glad that they had the chance to get back to their sweet man, a forlorn look on his flushed face from having waited for them (what was, in his opinion) for too long. That needy expression of his could melt them with uncontrollable need. They just wish he’d never ever come to know that, or else he’d become insufferable.

Settled back in his lap, Sanji was all too eager to have them ontop of him, a curious look now on his face. “What’ve you got behind your back, my love?”

“A little gift,” they vaguely said, before thinking for a few moments. “You know how you like to wear rings?”

“Not when I’m cooking, but generally speaking, yes.” He hummed, eyes lighting up as he tried to take a peek behind them. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have, ma chéri—“

Interrupting his little rant with a kiss, that shut him up enough for them to wag a finger at him. “I’m not finished yet, you impatient man.” At that, they shifted a little in his lap. “I’d noticed that you always kept your ring finger bare. Knowing you as well as I believe I do, I think I know why that is.” Carefully, as steadily as they could manage, they pulled that small box from behind their back, popping it open with one hand while the other rested over his shirt. “But would you consider changing that now?”

A choked gasp left Sanji’s parted lips, and his eyes had turned large and glassy. The sparkling ring set into the velvet was not just impossibly gorgeous, but looked ludicrously expensive as well. He was certainly taken aback, though they hoped that it was because of him having not seen this somewhat-impromptu proposal coming, and not as a precedent to being rejected.

All that he could do was stumble over his words, his thoughts getting all jumbled up and his heart pounding furiously against their palm. “Is this… are you asking me to—?”

“Marry me, Sanji, yes.” Their laugh came out a little strained, nerves finally getting to them a little. “If you’ll have me.”

“You say this as if I’m not currently and always painfully wanting you,” he breathed out, briefly closing his eyes, before tugging them into his chest. Collapsing against him, they pretended not to know the reason why he’d hid his face into their neck, and pretended not to notice his half-sniffles. “Yes. Fuck, of course, yes.”

“That’s settled then,” they quietly said, surprised to find a lump in their throat themself. All they could do was just squeeze him back twice as tightly, their hands patting his back fondly as the embrace filled every single nook and cranny in their heart with love.

And if they happened to waste a few more hours holding each other so tight lest they break, locking the door to the aquarium bar behind them as they shared tender touches and pleasured sighs that were lost to the quiet night, then no one was to blame.

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Bliss & Care

Pairing:  Sanji x Fem Reader

First time writing for Sanji so I hope I did well!

Summary: Training with Zoro ends up leaving the reader sore from the intense session and when Sanji comes to check on the reader, he learns that she needs some care and then some…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Foreplay, Pet Names (Dear, princess, love, Angel) oral F receiving, slight swearing, praise

Word Count: .9k

“Urgh, damn it!”

Trying to build up some strength by training with Zoro ended up being a regret. I was so sore that I could barely tolerate it.

I thought a hot bath would help loosen and relax my tense muscles, but it didn’t make much of a difference.

Sitting in bed, only in a robe, I was trying to rub my back, not hearing outside the door:

“Y/N! My dear! I brought you a snack! I’m sure you need it after your workout!”

“Shit!” Getting a sharp pain and letting out a loud yelp, Sanji came running through the door concerned:

“Are you okay, my dear?!”

Turning and noticing him, I was pouting at the pain in my shoulders and back:

“Zoro trains like a maniac and now I’m super sore. My back hurts like hell.”

“Damn that Moss head, hurting my princess,” He puffed, sitting the dish tray down on my dresser, “Maybe a good massage would help? I hate to see you in pain.”

He was being his lovesick self again, heart eyes and jaw about on the floor as I lowered my robe to expose my back, asking kindly as I was desperate for relief:

“Please? Only if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind!” He squealed, jumping and sitting behind my back, starting at my shoulders and the first deep rub from his fingertips had my head dropping back.

“Thank you so much,” I whined, the pain hitting then fading away as he hit all the right spots, slowly working down my back.

“No need to thank me, love,” He cooed, taking his time in a rough spot that had me whining again, moaning at the relief I felt after:

“Shit, that’s good.”

Suddenly, he grew quiet and with my eyes closed, I rested back against his chest while he massaged my shoulders again, opening an eye when I felt something poking my lower back, seeing him staring over my shoulder at my breasts that was nearly exposed.

“Sorry,” He chuckled nervously, nearly in a drool as he kept admiring me, “You’re just so beautiful.”

“It’s okay,” I blushed, heating up at his wondering hands, whispering in my ear:

“I can’t help but want to hear you making those angelic noises.”

He worked magic and made my pain disappeared like nothing happened, grateful and turned on as well, offering:

“Why don’t you keep making me feel good then? You’ll surely hear those angelic noises.”

Since he had the green light, he didn’t hesitate to fight any temptations, untying my robe and cupping my breasts with a squeeze.

“So beautiful,” Brushing my robe to the side and revealing my nudeness, I’d never seen his face so red, giggling at it till I moaned at the kiss he left at my neck.

Soft and tender, one hand kept fondling my breasts while the other crept between my thighs, effortlessly finding my clit, instantly making me melt against him with my moans growing.

“I know you trained hard today; I’ll take care of Moss-Head for that later, but now? You just lay back and relax, Angel.”

Gently laying me back, I gladly did as so, breathing in deep as his lips found my nipple, his hums already filled with so much bliss as he sucked a little, hands rubbing my thighs and gripping tighter as his sucks grew a little harder.

A swift swirl of his tongue around my nipple over, not realizing how sensitized they were till he flicked over them softly, watching how my head dipped back into the bed and my body squirm.

“Relaaax,” Massaging my sides and leading his kisses downward, his head nudged my leg and spread them open, lips tenderly finding my inner thighs, “I promise I’m going to take good care of you.”

“Sooo good, Sanji,” I praised, shaking at the wet kisses along my thighs, my chest heaved with a gasp as his tongue dragged through my folds, “Sanji!”

“Fuck,” He breathed in, kissing my clit and quickly getting lost in the bliss we were both feeling, “Delicious you are, angel.”

Burying his head between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my clit while licking up every drop of my slick had my thighs closing his head in, his hands pressing them harder against him as his tongue pushed inside me, upward flicks making me squirm more than before.

I only grew more soaked and wet, my gasps and whines making him glance up till my hand ran through his hair, begging;

“Please keep going, Sanji? I’m close!”

“Don’t need to ask, dear,” He chuckled, licking up through my folds, tongue swirling around my clit before sucking, gently adding a finger and pumping softly but hitting deep to get me closer.

His eyes didn’t leave my body, burning every move and noise I made into his memory to last forever, high pitched gasps from above making focus more on the work of his tongue, gasping and opening his mouth wide with a kiss, a satisfied groan intensifying my orgasm as I kept his head buried with my hand:

“Yes, Sanji! Ngh, that’s; Ah, ah!”

“You taste so so good,” He smiled while lapping up my slick, kissing over my folds, massaging away the shakes I still had, “You feel better, yeah?”

“Never felt this good,” I panted softly, trying to regain my breath, tired but smiling down at him, “Always taking such good care of me.”

“Always,” He smiled back, coming up to kiss my cheek, “I will always give you the best, my dear angel.”

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[zorosq]

our baby sister ; asl

↻ fluff, overprotective sabo, luffy being luffy, comedy (??), grammatical errors

↻ pairing ↬ asl x (platonic) fem!reader! x sanji

@br34ky0ursp1n3 asked: Hello! So I was wondering if you could make a modern au fic with the classic asl brothers! Could it ofc be with a fem!reader as the youngest of the four and they're all at a restaurant, a waiter about reader's age starts flirting with reader right in front of her brothers?? Thank you and have a wonderful day! 😋

a/n this was sitting in my draft for so long. im really sorry for procrastinating :( making sanji the waiter bcs its fun.

“hmm... what do you think? should we take her out to celebrate?” ace asked sabo. the blond thought for a moment. “i mean...” he hesitates. “we should!” luffy suddenly chimed in. “she’s done amazing on her tests! but she probably should have done better than me,” luffy added quietly on the last part. 

sabo and ace quickly punched luffy’s head. “as if you’re any better!” ace scolded. “you know better that i did better,” ace suddenly added. and he gets a beating from sabo. “no, the two of you did worse. seriously?! how could you two failed all of the subjects except for p.e class?!” sabo scolded them, crossing his arms together. 

suddenly, you barged in through the door, squealing as you held your test results. “i. got. straight. a’s!” you screamed, shoving the paper in front of your brothers’ faces. ace and luffy only watched with their mouth wide open while sabo looked at you proudly.

“we’re taking you out to celebrate,” sabo announced, smiling widely at you.

.

“can you believe it?! i still have a good laugh thinking about that story!” ace slapped the table while laughing loudly. “i swear the look on luffy's face when grandpa caught him skipping class!” 

you and sabo laugh along. “but you got caught too!” luffy quickly added. this makes ace’s face to go red with embarrassment. “and your face was deffinitely funnier!” luffy laughed loudly this time. ace’s laughter already died down the moment luffy mentioned his involvement. 

you take a sip of your drink while smiling at your brothers. the waiter finally arrives with your food. “here’s one special drink for a beautiful lady,” the man smiled at you. “oh, you’ve got it wrong. we didn’t order this,” you denied the drink politely.

“is there any other beautiful lady here?” the blond smirked. “it’s on the house,” he added. “sanji? what are you doing here?” luffy asked, tilting his head in confusion. sabo was fuming with anger. he cleared his throat loudly and glared at sanji. “yeah, what are you doing here, sanji?” sabo said in a low, threatening voice.

“i work here, of course!” sanji revealed proudly. “i thought that my attire was obvious enough,” he added quietly. “anyway, i hope you guys enjoy dinner. especially you, beautiful,” sanji said, kissing your hand before taking his leave. 

you flinched when sabo suddenly slammed the table. “the audacity of him to be touching our baby sister!” ace and luffy only shrugged and continued eating their meals. “sabo, relax. he was just being nice,” you chuckled. “he was clearly flirting with you!”

this caused your two other brothers to gasp. “he was flirting with y/n?!” they said in union. ensue to your brothers bickering that the four of you got kicked out of the restaurant for being too loud.

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Guests ↠ Mihawk x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers for the Reverie Arc ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

"Did you hear? The Warlord system's been abolished."

"Of course, I've heard," He looked offended at your words, eyes darting up from the wine bottle he was holding to peer at where you sat near the fire, shrouded in blankets. "Does it make you nervous?"

"Hardly." You told him, putting your hands up to the fire, "The world government's never known what they were doing, I doubt that's changed."

He only hummed in response as he poured himself a glass, his calloused hands sliding gracefully across the white marble countertop of his bar. You watched curiously as he tipped the glass back, taking a sip of the red liquid. Everything he did always seemed so calculated, his movements always blurring together so seamlessly to form such refined motions.

"Is that all the news had to say?" He asked, coming to sit down in the velvet seat positioned to face the mantle.

You shrugged, "It's all I cared to read. Take a look, if you want." You passed him the paper that was open, and slightly crumpled, on the ground beside you.

It was silent for a moment, the only noise being from him turning the pages, which wasn't rare for this castle. Ever since Zoro left, this island has felt a tad empty, although, Mihawk hadn't agreed. He thought it was much nicer now that the brute was gone.

"Hey!" Perona shouted, shattering the silence as she floated toward the both, fear evident on her face, "The marines are here!"

You looked over at the former warlord in surprise, "I guess they're even less competent than I initially thought. They don't actually think they could beat us, do they?"

Mihawk only nodded, visibly annoyed before he went to get Yoru and head outside to deal with the island's new guests.

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One Piece Relationship Headcannons

Content warning: Fluffy!!

Characters included: Luffy, Sanji, Ussop

Characters you can expect in other parts: Zoro, Law, Kid, Killer, Bartolomeo, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Buggy

Luffy

I feel like Luffy wouldn't know how to express his attraction and love for you properly. Like he loves you so much he can't physically express it the way he wants to.

He's definitely asking you if he can take your food instead of outright taking it. I can also see him offering you a LITTLE bit of his food.

Definitely gives amazing hugs

A very affectionate partner

Very blunt; doesn't matter whose around he will tell and possibly yell about how gorgeous/handsome/attractive you are.

I can see him doing this goofy little thing where he'll act like he's dying very poorly for your affection like:

"Oh noooooooo!" luffy shouts, clutching his chest; falling to the ground all in dramatic fashion. You snicker at the scene while the other straw hats continued on with what they were already doing. "I think..." he throws his hands to his forehead, palms facing the crystal clear sky. "...I think it dying!! If only...." The goofball coughs a few times too many. "[Name]!" He snaps his head to you when he says that, eyes wide, tounge hanging out. "You can save me! With a kiss! A couple of kisses and I'll be better instantly!!" Who are you to deny saving the life of your captain!? You trot right on over to him, lie on top of him and pecker his face with kisses.

Sanji

Over the top boyfriend!!

He loves you, he craves you, he adores you, he'll love you even more if you're a tad bit obsessive!!

Will love if you offer to help him cook, he loves instructing you!! Will make an amazing teacher if you want to learn to cook!

Showers you in gifts and words of affirmation, anything you do is amazing.

Hype man!!

He's a bit protective, but he trusts you entirely!!

Now when I say obsessive I don't mean it in the "I'll kill anyone for you" type of fashion. Sanji may be down bad but he isn't insane. This is what I mean:

Moments like these are what the both you crave; the ocean was calm and you guys were currently smooth sailing. You and Sanji laid together completely tangled on his bed in the male dorms. Smothering eachother in kisses and praise you cup his face. "I wish I could buy an island; kidnap you, and we could live together happily forever!" You beam and his face goes red. The fact that you basically admitted that you want to have a life with him warms his soul. AND HES THE REASON FOR YOUR HAPPINESS?!?! he'll eat that shit THE FUCK UP!!!!

Ussop:

Very flustered boyfriend

He knows exactly how he wants to show undying love to you but gets embarrassed or flustered and it never goes the way he plans. It adds to his dorky charm!!

I think he'd be constantly jealous, idunno my Usopp senses are tingling on that one

He loves to tell you stories!! Whether they're true or not.

Will tell you stories to sleep!!

Gets very defensive and will actually shoot at sanji whenever he makes a move on you

"[Name] SWAAAAAA~" The blond shouted from across the ship, running towards you with horrifying speed. It was hot as hell today, so you opted for a tank top and a pair of usopps shorts. "Hello to you too." You chuckle at his behavior, there were hearts bulgding from his eyes; literally drooling over you. "Sanji please...you know they're with Usopp, you KNOW Usopp doesn't like when you do this!!" Chopper shouts, medkit in hand; knowing how the situation was going to play out. "Sorry prince, I'm happily with Usopp; you can stop drooling over me now," You lazily smile. The blonde now on his knees banging on the ships floor dramatically shouts "What does that long nosed bastard have that I don't!! How did he manage to win your heart when I'M RIGHT HERE!!! This is-ACKK!" Sanji howls in pain as you notice rocks being shot at him. Not small rocks either, simular to an snowball. Ussop fires back to back everytime Sanji opens his mouth; only stopping when he's outta rocks. Ussop walks up to you, planting a big fat kiss on your left cheek, smiling. "I have [name], Sanji, you don't!" He retorts as Chopper quickly runs towards the1 bruised cook tensing to his injuries.

My writing is actually so bad I need to improve LMAO

[boa-h]

Coin

[King, Law]

*based off of the video at the end

King

Being his personal geisha, your job is to entertain him when he calls, whether he wants to hear a song or see a dance. He never allowed you to perform for anyone else, which was fine by you as you’ve noticed the lack of manners of the men in Onigashima. 

The time you spend with King could be long or short depending on his mood. Maybe he only needed a calm instrumental song to steady his temper from arguing with Queen, or maybe he just wanted a taste of your lips but ended up taking more than he intended to.

“Ara~ King-sama is giving me a tip?” You covered your mouth for a chuckle as you saw the gold coin between his pearl white teeth, you leaned forward, applying half of your body weight onto his broad chest. Staring into his crimson eyes before your gaze traveled to his lips. It’s unfair really, his full lips prettier than a woman’s, you wonder how gorgeous it would look if lipstick was put on them. Your teeth made a small clicking noise with the coin as you bit onto it, you gently took it out of King’s mouth, brushing your lips against his in the process. 

Leaning back, you took the golden coin out of your mouth just to get pulled back again. His large hands pressed against your nape, bringing you closer until your lips met for a wet, sloppy kiss.

Law

“Law!!” Your voice rang throughout the Polar Tang, the submarine shook as you stormed your way through the hallways. The bastard had taken the game coin you collected at the last island, it was a limited edition too. When you bust open the door to his room, he was on his chair, playing with the coin between his fingers. 

“Oh, what’s up?” He looked at you with a grin.

“Don’t what’s up me!” You fumed, “Give me my coin back.” You held out your hand in front of his face.

Law pretended to hand you the coin, but instead he took it in between his teeth.

“Oh yeah? Come get it.” He smirked.

“Law!” You stomped, worrying about your coin, what if it gets rusted by his saliva?

 You reached out your hand in an attempt to grab the coin from him, but instead you were stopped by his warm hands. You tried to shake him off, but he just wouldn’t let go, tugging on your wrist, Law made you fall into an eye level with him.

You felt all your blood rush into your head, your whole face is warm and even your neck too. You aggressively inhaled and exhaled, “For my coin.” You murmured to yourself and slammed your eyes shut before biting onto the other end of the coin. Surprisingly, he let go.

“Ha!” You took the coin out of your mouth with your index and middle finger, grinning at Law in victory. “I wi– hmph-” Your eyes widened at the sudden softness on your lips, and the coin fell from your grip onto the metal floor with the sound of a clink.

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 15: WEDDING NIGHT Basil Hawkins 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @lady-winter13 ➡ Sorry I completely forgot to add the gender so let’s try again! 🙈 Could I please ask for kinktober 15. wedding night 🤍 with basil Hawkins from one piece? With female she/her. Thank you a sorry! 💗 tw: mdni. very romantic sex after the wedding. oral. penetration. mentions of pregnancy. wc: 924 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Long locks grazing your face, there was nothing but him and you that night… Both have said “yes, I do”. Both have decided to start a new journey, piracy would not suffice by itself if there wasn’t a person with whom share the One Piece with. The wedding had been amazing. You all drunk, partied, ate, and had fun.

Hawkins slowly peeled you off your white dress, with delicacy and love. Something like a wedding dress should be kept safe, but your skin is what mattered to him the most.

His permanent serious frown had been replaced by soften eyes, adoring, praising, your special lingerie. The finest white lace, a sexy second skin Basil is dying to rip too.

A sweet love, but still so passionate you couldn’t wait no more. His lips reached for yours, impertinently. And melted in one lustful kiss, you slowly walked back until your shins hit the bed.

Him and you fell to the mattress, where rose petals abounded. Your husband took your arms over your head, kissing after your exposed neck. In a delicate motion, he also plastered the pleasing pain of little bites.

“I love you, my wife…” he murmured, tickling your chest with his blonde wavy locks. “I love you, my husband…” you purred, caressing his cheek with loving and protective touch.

Though having made love uncountable times, that time felt absolutely different. The ring adorning your fingers shone the brightest with the warm dancing lights of a thousand candles in that room. And the sound of the waves crashing on the shore so close to your love nest mixed perfectly well with desperate panting.

Hawkins kisses travelled the mountains of your breasts and the holly valley in between them. Down, down he reached your belly button where he stayed long enough to whispers how much he was dreaming of listening to a new heartbeat inside you.

“Soon, my love…” you murmured, trying to hold tears. It wasn’t necessarily urgent nor a reality, but how could speak louder about his love than wanting to bring new life with you?

The magician that enchanted your heart, with whom he only could let his guard down, kept lowering his kisses until your mound of Venus… he made you tremble with just breathing closely to your sex.

Slow pecks over the lace of your panties, that soon turned more and more see through… your wetness was taking over all of it. But as much as he loved how the lingerie looked on your beloved anatomy, he still preferred the natural taste of your skin.

Taking all of his time, Basil pulled your coverings down. Slowly, enjoying the graze of his hands from your hip bones to the bridge of your feet, he undressed you completely.

A kiss in your inner thigh, a bite then. You flinched, smiling. A kiss on your entrance, then the tip of his tongue on your labia. You moaned, louder this time. And from the tip to his whole mouth, devouring you so deliciously, with taste buds rejoicing on the ambrosial taste of your intimacy.

Your hands reached for his hair, grabbing a fist full of it and pulling it along with your arching back, the more he indulge in your sex.

Several times you whined his name loudly and so lustfully, and perhaps bad words you couldn’t quite remember abandoned your lips too.

Basil, whose heart he could swear was about to jump from his chest, smiled the more you quivered and tried to close your legs trapping his face in between them. If the chances of surviving to such deadly pleasure, were no more than 1%, he would have taken them without a doubt.

And the closer you were getting to climax, the more you pleaded for him to kiss your lips. You wanted him, once and for all, inside you. So deep, and for the rest of the night…

“Come here, come here please” you begged.

Basil stopped; he couldn’t say no to his magical wife’s desires.

“But my love… you haven’t finished, yet” he murmured, still touching your sex but crawling on top of you.

“I only want to finish if I have you inside of me tonight, Basil…” you said, causing that man to shake. None of his predictions could have told him how magical your wedding night had turned…

He sighed, in pure need, in pure desire. And your toes helped his black trousers to slide down his legs. Your hands, to unbutton his ruffled white shirt.

Many were the scars his battles had left on his chest, and you loved each and every single one of them. And while you waited for him to finally bury in you, you traced those scars with the tip of your index finger.

He got greedy, though, and didn’t immediately penetrate you. He played with the wetness of your femininity, mixing the sprouting honeys one with the other’s.

You were burning; he was already moaning without even going deep into you. And your heels carved on the small of his back, because you couldn’t wait no more.

“Please…” “Yes, my magic star…”

Slowly, steadily, securely, and lovingly, he let himself slide in. Both moaning at the first sensation of the intrusion. Your walls spasming, milking, getting tight around him. Him throbbing, getting harder, pushing against the pressure of your womb.

And maybe, just maybe and for the first time… his eyes filled with tears, of joy, of love… because that night had been the first of the rest of your lives living them as one… 💖

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[swampstew]

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[dehydration-stati0n]

Cowboy Casanova {Cowboy!Shanks x Reader}

Shanks is divorced to an unknown woman in this AU (??) Her loss I guess🤷. I was going to use Nami instead of Belle-mere but then I remembered that didn't make any sense timeline wise sooo here we are

Western AU Rules Word Count: 0.7k Spoilers: None

"Uh oh, look who's coming." Belle-mere nudged you, watching as Shanks make his way over to where the two of you sat on your ancient porch, his horse hitched up on one of the nearby posts. It was a wonder how the drunk even managed to tie the knot with how much he drinks daily.

"Well, howdy ladies, fancy seeing y'all here." Shanks greeted, faking a thick southern accent as he tipped his hat to the two of you.

You couldn't stand Shanks. You've heard too many stories about him in the many bars around town to have much respect for him. Most of them end with the redhead being dragged out to stop him from drinking and flirting with all the women there. Someone with so little care about their reputation always left behind a trail of trouble- bad luck, so to speak. You only wished your heart would stop aching whenever the alcoholic in question came up in your mind. You thought you hated everything about him, so why did you want him around so bad? Why do you daydream about talking to him for hours on end? Why did he have to be so handsome? You could tell Bell-mere knew about your little crush through all the knowing glances she always shot your way. You swore you'd kill her if she kept making it so obvious.

"Shanks," You greeted, clearing your throat, "What are you doing here?"

His eyes glimmered with mischief as he caught your gaze with his own, "Just thought I'd stop by and say 'hi' to my two favorite girls."

Bell-mere snorted, rolling her eyes playfully as she spoke, "Oh please, Shanks, take all your flirting back to the bar. None of that'll work on us."

"Yeah?" He grinned, "Well, maybe that's why you two are my favorite." You felt a light blush dust your cheeks at his words. You didn't think you'd last long if he kept at this game of his.

Small, golden clouds of dust started to kick up against the strong orange of the setting sun. The night sky that slowly peaked out above the rolling hills of the west faintly cast an ocean of darkness over the desert landscape.

"No really though, what are you doing here?" You questioned, curious as to why he traveled all the way from the city to where your small house sat on the edge of town. It wasn't a ridiculous journey by any means, but it took about an hour to do so, and you doubted it was only to say 'hi'.

He gazed into your eyes for a moment before replying, "My daughter, Uta, she's uh- well- I need help watching her." He paused for a moment, considering his next words, "She's young, and I'm away a lot longer than I'd like to be. Would you at least consider it?"

You thought about it for a moment- well, overthought it. Babysitting his daughter would surely make people talk. It wasn't exactly common for a divorced man let his daughter be taken care of by someone other than his ex-wife. Would this make you appear to be his wife? Or perhaps Uta's mother? Was this his strange way of courting you? It was Belle-mere not-so-subtly stepping on your foot that broke you out of your little trance.

You blinked up at the man and sighed, "Yeah, bring her over here tomorrow, I'll look after her."

"Thank you, (Y/N), you have no idea how much this means to me." He beamed, jogging up the creaky wooden stairs of your old porch as he leaned in and kissed you on your cheek gratefully.

Your blush rushed back fast as you stammered over your next choice of words, "Y-yeah, anytime- I mean, we're friends, right?"

"Yeah," His features held a sort of saddened desire as if he wanted-hoped even, that they would've been replaced with something else- something more intimate. "If you ever need anything, just come fetch me, alright?" He cringed internally at the word 'friend', but he supposed 'friends' would do for now.

You watched longingly after the redheaded drunk. It didn't take long for Belle-mere to catch on to your stare, as she quickly started teasing you for it. Belle-mere's playful jabs and giggles, your desperate pleas for her to quiet down, and the hooves of Shanks' horse as he made his way back to the closest bar to try and drink his feelings away again filled the night air. Both of you and Shanks' lives would be a little different now that this little event would be set in motion.

[butterfluffy]

“lovesick!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· love is a good thing, isn't it? but, isn't too much a little too.. sickening? you know, lovesick?

⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | yandere!t. law × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — this fic will contain yandere themes and behaviors, dark themes, and toxic relationships. mistakes and swearing are gonna be present too ofc, so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “lovesick!,” which is a writing special i made just because, and maybe for this valentine's season.. made crazy.

wooww... i finally decided to write a fucking oneshot after so long. welp. enjoy, i guess. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

warning ! this fic contains yandere themes, behaviors, dark themes, and will portray a toxic relationship. do not read if you find any of these warnings uncomfortable. i warned you.

It's Valentine's day.

How nice. The day of hearts. And even nicer, you received a love letter for valentine's day, along with your favorite bouquet of flowers, and...

Your lost lipbalm.

“Why is this here?” You asked yourself as you reached out for the gifts on your work desk, grabbing the lipbalm and inspecting it.

“I lost this.. Like, a few days ago. Didn't I?” You murmured, opening the lipbalm container for further inspection, and upon doing so...

Strange.

It's untouched—the amount it had when you lost it is still the same.

Well, in your eyes.

“Ah... Well, this person must've found it, and decided to return it to me. A nice person, really.” You said with a smile on your face as your eyes landed on the bouquet and chocolates on the desk, then to your lipbalm, and finally, to the letter.

“I wonder who sent these?” You asked yourself, setting the lipbalm down, and then taking the letter, opening it to see a handwritten note..

An awful handwriting, and with a rather creepy content that made the hairs on your arms stand.

I got a taste of your lips on this lipbalm that you used last Wednesday at 3:21 PM, when your lips were dry because of the AC. Sweet. Just like you :))

Reading it, you dropped the note on the floor in shock, as your lipbalm rolled down the floor, too.

Of course. It would be tainted. How naïve of you for thinking otherwise.

But before you could react any further...

A hand was placed on your shoulder, startling you and almost making you scream, if not because of the hand on your mouth, preventing you from doing so.

And looking back, you saw...

“D-Doctor.. Doctor Law.”

You stammered out, your eyes locking with his that pierced through your sould as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth, but making sure his fingertips grazed and traced your lips—almost as if remembering the shape and texture.

Remaining silent for a moment, Law's eyes scanned your figure that was pale and shaken up, before he spoke up.

“Your lips are dry,” He commented, staring at your lips that were dry and cracked.

“Why don't you apply your lipbalm?” Added Law, a barely noticeable smirk on his face as he picked up your lipbalm on the floor and then handed it to you.

“N..No, no, I'm... I'm alright, I-” You stammered out, quick to refuse to accept the lipbalm and use it as Law raised a brow, letting out a small chuckle.

“Well,” He shrugs, taking a step closer at you, making you shrink back to your seat. “I don't think those pretty little lips of yours are alright.”

“I don't want then going dry and chapped...” Law added with a sigh, before suddenly grabbing your chin and then opening the lipbalm with one hand.

“Law-” “Shh, let me.”

Unable to resist or fight back, Law applied the product on your lips as you squirmed and squirmed, trying to avoid using the tainted balm, but unfortunately, to no avail.

“There,” Law hummed, smiling in an almost eerie manner as he saw you on your seat, frozen and pale, tears loosely hanging by your eyes.

“Aw, there was no need for tears, was there?” Says the doctor with an eye roll and a click of his tongue.

“You don't understand, Law.” You murmured, wiping the tears away, but they kept forming again, until one fell after another.

“No, I definitely do.” Rolling his eyes yet again, Law huffed, tossing a document on your table before he grabbed your chin yet again, and then leaned close.. Closer, and closer... Now in a dangerously close distance to your face.

And there, you felt his lips on yours—kissing you softly with a hint of passion, desire, hunger.

“Ah.. I was right. Your lips really are sweet. Just like you.” He smirks, before he shrugged and pat your head as you sat stunned. “Now, do me a favor proofread these documents.”

Law then you to reflect and absorb what happened—as you were unable to move or speak, tears by your eyes that glanced on the document, seeing a handwritten note by the said doctor.

Take good care of those pretty little lips.

That handwriting... Is same as your gift's sender. The person who tainted your lipbalm. And that person is no other than...

Law.

Who is, undeniably, lovesick.

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[bananabeebenson]

NSFW Doflaming x Reader

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩/ 𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩/ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲/ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤/ 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨/ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞/ 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤/ 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧��: 𝟒,𝟏𝟓𝟎

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷}

𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒖𝒕

Doflamingo DonQuixote held an unfamiliar soft spot for one particular person. Sadly, that one particular person held no soft spots for him. You, once a prisoner of his family that had been captured during the only attempt you had gotten at stealing the man’s life, had captured this man’s interest since day one. Even now, months after the time, he looked back on the moment you held claws to his throat almost fondly. Whoever had hired you had definitely hired a professional. A Zoan-type user, Cat Cat Fruit Model: Clouded Leopard. The night provided plenty of covers for you to invade, sneaking through the walls of the palace with padded feet and dexterous movements. The King himself, had he not been so hypervigilant at all times, would have faced his demise at your hands had he not awoken the moment claws touched his jugular. Of course, how were you to know? The man had fallen asleep with his familiar shades on, blocking those wide and watching eyes as the figure dressed in dark clothing had appeared suddenly in the master suite. He was patient enough to wait until you were in distance, then he would strike. Before you could take his throat, the strings had found your body and you had realized your grand mistake. And he had found a new toy that caught his interest. After all, it wasn’t every day someone managed to break past all of his defenses and hold his life in their hands, even if just for a moment. So, of course, after he had strapped you down and bound you in strings you could never hope to break, he had demanded answers of you. You were a stubborn thing, however, and no matter how nicely he asked you wouldn’t answer a single question. Once the strings started cutting marks, however, you finally gave him one single answer. A nearby kingdom. The King there had grown desperate, wishing for the rule of Doflamingo to end. He had put out an ad in secrecy and had found the most prominent of assassins he could in the Grand Line. Maybe in all of the New World. Unlucky for you, Doflamingo had grown accustomed to threats on his life. This meant you had a far slimmer chance of actually taking his life than you had realized. “What a fun little thing you are.” The compliment ended with a hiss from you, and he laughed so loud he awoke his family around him. I’ve been needing a new pet. The shame of dying to this man and failing your mission would have been less shameful than what you ended up actually having to go through. At first, you were chained to the lower, darker chambers of the palace. It smelled of mold and grime and dust and you knew it had hardly been used ever. Since when did Doflamingo ever take live prisoners for long enough to require housing? You could have been fine with this. Could have accepted your life as a prisoner until you turned to dust and bones. But then came the collar and you realized Doflamingo was a more sadistic man than you realized. It wasn’t Sea Prism like you had first thought. But it was tight and heavy with enough resilience to ignore how you clawed and chewed on it. It wouldn’t take you many attempts to realize it had been crafted of his own strings. Maybe that’s why you had gone days without seeing him; he had been busy crafting this ‘gift’. And it served its purpose well for Doflamingo, who could easily undo a top layer of the strings to form a harsh, Haki-infused leash you had no hopes of breaking free from. Then, the ‘training’ would start. Oh, you had definitely tried to bite his head off, but you had learned something really fast. One, Doflamingo had expected you would attack him the moment he pulled you from that cage and tugged you around by strings. The collar, while firm around your neck as a Human, grew to a suffocating tightness in your hybrid state. In a full transformation, you realized it would start cutting into the skin. Two, his reaction speed to any attack you attempted was phenomenal. Each attack would be avoided and you would find yourself restrained and pinned until you calmed down enough to be released. Each attempt would be met with an amused laugh and the feeling of his heel on your spine. It would only take a month of this before you quickly learned that irrationally attacking him the moment you could would do you no good. Making a plan had been your only other option. But what could you realistically do in this situation? Go along with it. Doflamingo was a man who liked things his way. If he wanted to play with his toy a certain way, then the best thing for you would be to play the part. At first, it had been so simple. To be collared and dragged around in bright outfits he had specifically bought for you. Like a loyal pet, he wasn’t above keeping you at his hip whenever he had small meetings with his Executives, all of who were to treat you like a cat of some kind. It felt mocking at first when the large man with a hefty beard patted your head with his thick hand. You had snapped at it the first time, but Doflamingo’s reaction of tugging the leash until you couldn’t breathe had quickly erased that from your mind. Then, over time, you had come to accept this strange affection. The family saw you as a house cat for them, even some demanding tricks of you that, by month three, you had started to do. Now- “Sit.” You were, in the eyes of Doflamingo, well-trained. Today’s outfit was breathable; something close to what you saw one of the Executives wears on the day to day bases. Shorts that rode a little too high for what would have been comfortable any other time and a shirt that hung a little too low. It was obvious the shirt hadn’t been ordered to your size, but Doflamingo didn’t seem to care as when you settled back on your knees it slipped to the right enough to expose shoulder. And you had quickly learned Doflamingo likes to look at his pets. His grin twitched at the corners, edging with laughter as he adjusted the strings in his hand. Today, you weren’t in public like normal. You were instead in his private office. The room he often did business in that connected to the master suite. While you weren’t allowed to listen in on important matters nor look at documents, he often kept you around for his amusement when he worked. The hand not holding your leash touched the top of your head and tugged lightly on the strands of your hair. “So well-trained.” His compliment had you sitting a little straighter. At some point, possibly by month four or five, his compliments had started to affect you more than you had hoped. While you had promised yourself this was all a part of a grand scheme, a plan of some kind, you knew deep down this was turning into something out of your control. It didn’t help that Doflamingo was attractive and wasn’t above teaching his pets other tricks in his bedroom. When that had started, you weren’t entirely sure. Month five? Maybe only a few weeks ago? But what you knew was you weren’t forced into anything, despite how the man’s personality was, and you had found that he was a very… attentive partner. “If you sit there all quiet for me, your master will have a treat for you later. Fufufu-.” His laugh trailed, low in his throat and you blinked up at him with wide eyes. A treat? That could only mean you wouldn’t be sleeping alone. Somewhere in the past month, you had been moved from your cell to a room. It was still locked, and often you would have the leash attached to other strings hung somewhere in the room. You knew there wasn’t a chance of escape even then. But you didn’t exactly try. At some point, despite how much you tried to convince yourself, you found you weren’t entirely trying to escape anymore. But why should you? The meals were luxurious, the clothes were nice, and the bed you slept in had been the softest one you ever had. Despite his reputation, Doflamingo was a nice master. At least, to you he was. Maybe he truly was soft on you for whatever reason. You wouldn’t question his motives. You were in no position to. Even the Executives had seemed to grow fond of your presence, even if they viewed you as little more than a family pet at this point. So, as the loyal house pet you were, you tucked your head against his knee like he always liked and listened as he shuffled papers. Both hands would leave you. The collar of strings would vanish back into your collar when he released them. He knew he didn’t need it to restrain you anymore. You would have followed him without the leash. Maybe even without the collar, but he didn’t trust you enough to take it off just yet. When his hands weren’t busy with work, one would always idly return to the top of your head to stroke through loose strands. He kept you well-groomed. At least twice a monk someone would come to groom you. From head to toe, it was as if you were experiencing a strange spa day. You knew it was more for him than you, but it didn’t stop you from allowing yourself to enjoy it. Those days were the only days you were paraded around by Doflamingo. Several minutes would pass. Then those minutes would tick into the first hour. His hand would continue to stroke through your hair, tugging on a few strands whenever he got particularly bored or frustrated before it delivered a softer squeeze to the back of your neck. Just when the hour ticked by, he sighed and those long fingers of his curled away from your hair to your ear. The pads of his fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh and he felt you shiver into his leg. You wouldn’t have to look up to know he was grinning just a bit larger than normal. Twice he would brush the tips of his fingers over your ear just to get that reaction. Then they would begin to dip lower. Past your ear to cup around your jaw and trace all the way until meeting your chin. Then, his thumb would brush your bottom lip. Obediently, you parted those lips for his thumb and heard his hum of appreciation when he slipped the tip of it just inside. This was a game you had both played before. You knew where it would lead up to. These types of games with Doflamingo only had one goal despite how long it would take to achieve it. The man knew had to draw out his pleasures and you both knew it. “These people don’t seem to understand.” It would be the first time he would speak since you had been ordered to sit. You wouldn’t look up. You weren’t entirely sure if he had been speaking to you or not. Instead, you would open your mouth wider to allow for his fingers to press past your lips and onto the flat of your tongue. They would taste whatever expensive soap he often used and the shampoo you had been gifted. His fingers were rough, constantly worked by the strings he crafted and danced on. You knew just how rough his hands were from the experience of feeling them, so the rough texture of his fingers didn’t offer any surprise. Doflamingo hummed when he felt you close your lips around his fingers and he pressed them harder to your tongue, feeling it wiggle lightly. Then, you begin to suck and you felt the shiver travel up his arm as his imagination ran wild. “They think they’re in control.” He continued, but his voice had turned wispy. As though he wasn’t entirely focused on the words he spoke of. He audibly licked his lips and curled his fingers so you had to chase them with your tongue, swiping up to the spot just above the middle of his fingers. “Yet they’re begging me for help. Begging me for more resources. They act as though they’re in control of it all-” His breath hitched when you tilted your head and actively took his fingers deeper. He added a third one and the full feeling felt more familiar. “They fail to accept who is actually in control.” And with those words, his fingers pulled from your mouth to trail saliva with them. A sudden tug and you felt the weight of your own body disappear, strings lifting you in a way that had you feeling you were flying. Your sharp inhale made him laugh and you were on his lap before you could properly register. “Tell me, who is in control?” When he spoke, it was above you. Directly into the top of your head, muffled by the hair he had been stroking only a moment before. Both hands settled on your hips to toy with the edges of the shorts that road a little too high and you could already feel the hardened proof of his arousal under you. “You are.” Those hands squeezed and you choked on a gasp, looking up to catch a glint in those familiar glasses. “Master.” “That’s my good girl.” That softness you had observed came out in these moments. In private moments behind closed doors, as both hands would stroke soft motions across the exposed skin of your sides. As he delivered the softest kiss to the edge of your neck, just beside the collarbone. “Now, prove how good you are.” When he spoke he was leaning back, tongue hanging out as though to tempt you to take it between your own lips. “Ride me.” Oh, that made you shiver. Often he had you ride him in this very position. Sometimes he’d have you stationed on his lap, cock buried deep while he continued the work that continued to tear at his patience. Other times, he’d recline and have you lazily bring you both to orgasm, often cursing into one of his arms as he left bruises with his hands. You knew just what he liked when he reclined in this large chair of his. You knew he wasn’t one for foreplay unless he was giving it. He liked the power to dangle your orgasm over you, making you beg for it until he decided if you deserved it or not. In these moments, all he wanted was your cunt and you weren’t going to hesitate. The shorts were good for one thing; they were easy to take off. While you had to stand to kick them completely off they fell easily. His pants, however, weren’t as easy considering how tight they were to his person and how little he tried to help as you fought with his belt. Only after he had found amusement in your struggles would he lift his hips slightly with harsh laughter burning on his tongue. Doflamingo was a big man. That showed especially when his cock bobbed free of its confines and was thwacked against his stomach before drooping to the side. A thick droplet of pre had already gathered. He must have been hard from the moment he started touching you. Maybe even longer than that, considering how his dick pulsed before you could even touch him. Another pulse and the droplet of pre clung to his stomach and stretched out like the strings he worked with. The thing was massive enough that when you brought one hand to stroke him, you couldn’t fit your fingers around him all the way. From past experience, you knew it took training to be able to take this man. The first time he would fuck you had taken hours of preparation from him. His fingers and tongue would drive you to orgasm enough times you would find a puddle of release around you before he finally sunk in. By that point, you had been so worked open and pleasured you could barely register what was happening until he was truly fucking you. Thankfully, the man had been a patient companion in the bedroom. A patient teacher, for now, you could almost immediately take the man’s entire length with little preparation at all. While there was usually still a sting from the sudden stretch, the noises he would make often overpowered any pain. A few strokes would earn you a small sigh and his head would fall back onto the back of his chair, nails chipping at the armrests to the side. Knowing you would only get a few more seconds of this you decided to not push your luck. With the shorts gone, your dripping cunt was on display. Shaven to a soft buzz, to his liking, with your arousal already gathering between the puffy lips. Your free hand would spread yourself open, a string of arousal clinging together, and you would carefully kneel above him. Doflamingo’s head would raise once the moisture touched his tip and you watched as his thighs flexed on instinct, as though to thrust into you. But the man’s restraint was impressive and he bore his grin with a hiss as the tip pressed and rubbed through the gathered slick. The noises you released were soft. A gasp and whimper that you muffled between tight lips as the tip of him would brush against your swollen clit. You repeated this process for only a few more swipes to make sure there had been enough liquid gathered before you pressed him against your entrance. Your loud moan and his muffled grunt mixed when you finally sank down, taking him all in a faster motion than you had meant to. The sting immediately burned, but the pleasure of hearing the material of the chair’s rests splinter under his grip easily outweighed any pain. Both of your hands caught his chest and pressed into the tender muscles there. Your nails would leave marks that he didn’t care about. No, he was more focused on where you both conjoined and the outline of himself resting inside you. It was revolting, in a way, to see himself inside you as he did. The outline of a large cock pressed so far it stuck out. But it did something filthy to him and he couldn’t help but thrust up to press even deeper. How deep could he actually go? Neither of you knew, but he was tempted to test it out another night, when he had worked you to completion so many times you couldn’t even register how deep he would go. If he filled you with his cum enough, would that also show? That thought made him shiver and his hand found your hip to squeeze a demand into you. The motions of raising a falling came naturally to you now. Using his body as a brace, you would lift until over half of him glistened with your juices, then you would plop back onto his lap with an audible sound. Every thrust had you choking. Gasping as the pleasure began a steady rise. While you were going far too slow for the pace Doflamingo would normally set, he enjoyed watching you above him. He loved watching the color knit of strings move when you moved. He loved to watch your chest bounce just at the height needed for him to lean forward and snatch a nipple between his teeth. And, more than anything, he enjoyed watching the shy look of pleasure cross your face. It was adorable. The way you often tried to muffle your noises or hide how much his cock was pleasuring you. But even if you had managed to hide those looks he could feel it. He could feel how your walls squeezed him when the tip brushed deep enough to kiss at your cervix. He felt when your thighs shook at the wave of pleasure that caught you off guard with every other thrust. “Such a good toy for me.” His voice was on the edge of rough. The tone dipping as he swiped his tongue to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth and he grunted. The praise made you straight and he felt you clench particularly hard and he dragged you down into a thrust far too hard for your tender hole. Your nails left marks across his chest and he matched them with finger-shaped bruises on the hip. “Feel how you clench around me when I talk. Like hearing me? Like when I praise this filthy cunt? Like when I-fuck, ah-” His voice snapped thin and he threw his head back with a harder thud than before. Oh, you were absolutely milking him and he loved every second of it. How could you be so tight around him when he had fucked you like this so often? How could it still feel as though this was the first night he had fucked you? God, why did you look at him with those eyes that had him curling over you like a protective blanket. Fuck, did he want to bury you away from the outside world and keep you just for himself. You were so small in his grasp, a doll for his pleasure and he was taking it now. Arms latched tight around you, holding you firm into his chest as he released muffled huffs and groans into your shoulder. The same shoulder he would nurse with bites that would surely bruise. At this angle, he set a bruising pace. Something desperate in him snapped. Something primal that had him folding until you couldn’t even move as he fucked into you like an unhinged beast. Your noises would be muffled by his chest but he would feel them all. They would vibrate above his heart and he couldn’t help how it urged him to speed up. The end would come violently. A clash of pleasure as he latched onto your neck and his hips stuttered over the edge. The pleasure felt like lightning; where your bodies met was suddenly too hot and too bright and somehow not enough. The muscles of his body seized, as though paralyzed, and he shook from the force of his breath being knocked from his body with this orgasm. Cum would pour into you in vicious shots. Pulsing in waves that continued to fill you until it would spill out around him, marking his shaking thighs. You were no better. Your bod coiled up and thrashed from the pleasure that burned too hot. It didn’t help that his hand had curled to brush over your clit while he filled you, forcing your pleasure to prolonge until you were sobbing into his chest. He loved the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. The feeling of his cum being forced out and onto his own quivering balls as you continued to tighten rhythmically. “P-please-” He stopped. Both hands stroked up your back to cup at your shoulders as he settled back into his chair, sweat clinging to his forehead. You were limp against his chest. Panting and shaking from the force of the coupling. But you knew he wouldn’t be done just yet. Doflamingo was never happy with just one round of coupling. You knew he would be moving you both to his room shortly to take you again. Maybe he’d bend you over and take you from behind. Maybe he’d hang you from the ceiling by his strings. You didn’t know; it was always a surprise based upon his momentary whims. Whatever it was, you knew this would only be a temporary break. A kiss to the top of your head was surprisingly soft and you shuddered at the display of affection. “You’re going to be full before you rest tonight.” As if to emphasize a hand drifted and brushed over your hip to your stomach to press. “If you get to rest tonight.” And the man laughed loud enough that you knew someone must have heard just as his hips rolled to draw out a sensitive whine.

[beneathashadytree]

HUNGOVER - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : Sanji’s self-image issues, hangover, passing out, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <33

Additional notes : This is part 2 to a fic I posted 2 years ago (crazy, I know) called Intoxicated, so I recommend reading that first! Inspiration suddenly hit me ig🙏🏽 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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It was at times like these that Sanji cursed his entire being—most especially his body, for having gotten so used to waking up at a set time every day. Because here he was, with a pounding headache that threatened to split his head in half and squash his brain into a mush, and yet he was still unable to sleep in for more than 4 hours.

Delaying the inevitable, he tried his best to keep his eyes shut, even if just for a little while. Dread filled him at the thought that opening them would send lancinating pain shooting through his eyes and the back of his head, and that was an issue he did not want to deal with now.

Especially not after colossally mortifying himself like that last night. Actually, he’d much rather forget it all together. Maybe completely wipe the memory from his head.

Much of the second half of the night was a booze-induced haze, flashing images swirling behind his eyes like they’re floating in water, and he couldn’t bring himself to try and remember the rest of it. After all, why would he want to think about how he embarrassed himself in front of the one person he yearned for more than life itself?

Baring his heart like only an idiot would, skinning himself alive and prostrating himself in front of them without a single ounce of the dignity he’d tried so hard to preserve for ages… he truly was a lost cause.

“Putain,” Sanji swore under his breath, even his raspy voice sounding grating to his ears, and he buried his head further into—

—his jacket?

All inhibitions instantly cast aside, his head shot up from where it was, and he was hit with the surging pain of an unbearable crick in his neck. Eyes flying open and completely ignoring the sting of the light, it was only then that he realized that he hadn’t, in fact, stumbled his drunken way back to bed after his whole blurted confession and tumbled face first into dreamland.

No. In reality, he’d actually just slept an uncomfortable few hours on the kitchen table, his head just barely hanging on after being supported only by his crumpled jacket.

Shit. The kitchen.

It was at that moment he came to the sudden realization that the thrumming headache wasn’t only caused by him waking up, but also from the loud banging of another person in his kitchen pulling out his precious pots and pans.

It must be well past morning. Everyone was probably ridiculously hungry by now.

It took all he had for him to stop himself from snapping at whoever it was that decided to step up (and also make a wreck out of his sacred space and possessions) for only that reason. In his desire to drown himself in his sorrowful miseries, he’d completely neglected his duty as a chef. If not to sustain his crewmates and friends, what use was he outside of battle?

Nothing, he thought to himself, blearily blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he began to turn around with a sigh, not looking forward to the confrontation that was to come, nothing at all—

“There you are, darling,” came a soft voice from behind him, barely above a whisper. A blooming warmth rushed to his cheeks, and he almost toppled out of the chair as he recognized just who it was that was saying those saccharine words.

It couldn’t be. There was no way he he’d be so blessed by the angels first thing in the morning.

And yet. And yet.

Here they were, in all their fresh-faced, tender-hearted glory, leaning down to gently stroke his cheek with a deft thumb. If Sanji let slip a broken whimper of half-relief, half-agony, they made no comment on it. “You’re hungover, then?”

With his mouth feeling like it was filled with cotton wool, no words could come out, and he instead just nodded his head weakly. Thankfully, that too they let slide. “I got Chopper to help out with that.” They pushed a cup with an odd liquid and two pills towards him. “Should help.”

For a couple of seconds as Sanji downed them and sent a silent prayer to whoever decided to let Chopper have the lack of common sense to join their crew, they turned around, probably on their way back to the stove that now sizzled and emitted the lovely smell of caramelized onions and garlic—and if his nose wasn’t betraying him, simmering in some balsamic vinegar and soy sauce—that he had memorized long ago. But after a moments’ hesitation, they walked up to him once again, sliding his jacket out from underneath him and carefully folding it.

“You should go to your quarters and get a proper sleep in. I’ve got it from here.” With that sweet smile of theirs that threatened to send his heart into overdrive, they began to usher him out. “When you’re up again, I’ll reheat your food for you. You don’t look so ready to eat now.”

If he was looking as green as he felt, he couldn’t blame them one bit for calling it out as it is. Clearing his throat once then twice, he tried to speak again, voice awfully raspy (even more than after he’d had a smoke). “You… you cooked?”

They hummed in affirmation, now with their back turned to him as they began to crack eggs into a pan. “Not done yet, but yeah. You’ve only slept a couple of hours, so I figured it would be better if I managed to get us through breakfast in your place. Won’t be as good as yours, but I hope you can trust me to try.”

As they waved off to their left, he saw how they’d propped up his notebook against the pepper shaker. And maybe this was just him feeling extra sensitive and still a little in a haze, but something stirred in his chest at the thought of them carefully following every step in his recipes and diligently trying to emulate his cooking.

“Mon ange, you shouldn’t have…” His voice was still a little rough yet trembling with the emotions he couldn’t even try to hide; emotions that were bigger than his own feeble heart could take. His fists curled at his sides, eyebrows furrowed as he watched them elegantly handle the kitchenware like they were their own. This was too much for him. “I can handle my own hangover. It’s… it’s not your responsibility to do my own job.”

With a sigh, they turned down the stove and looked back at him with an exasperated yet incredibly fond look in their eyes. “You silly man, no one’s forcing me to do this.” At the affectionate lilt of their voice, Sanji’s mouth went dry, and he tried to swallow (with much difficulty) past the lump in his throat.

What could he have possibly done to deserve this? He can’t have earned this much goodness. There simply was no way.

“You don’t have to earn my love, Sanji.” Fuck. Had he really said that out loud? Their soft-spoken words and the sympathetic look in their eyes told him that yes, he had. He hadn’t intended to make himself sound so pathetic, and yet here he was, accepting the way they brushed his curly eyebrow with slivers of shame curling inside his chest. “I’ve already told you, my love is yours to keep,” they softly said.

“Your… pardon, quoi?” His heart came to a stuttering stop, all his movements halted and his eyes blown wide open almost comically as the words they said finally hit him.

One look at how utterly confused and shocked he looked, and realization seemed to dawn on their face. “I guess it would be too ambitious of me to expect you to remember much of last night,” they huffed out a laugh, before taking to the chopping board and beginning to chop up some fresh vegetables as they slowly spoke, as though hoping to break it gently. “You weren’t the only one who had an indirect confession in store.”

Digging the palms of his hands into his closed eyes, Sanji threw back his head and groaned as the memories came back to him bit by bit, achingly slowly and then all at once. “Merde,” he hissed out, the throbbing in his head doubling with every image that replayed in his head. “I can’t believe…” It was almost like he’d set a personal challenge for how much a person could embarrass themself within less than 12 hours.

What other explanation was there for him just completely forgetting that the one person who’d burrowed into the depths of his heart had somehow expressed that they felt the same for him? How else could he explain not remembering that they’d said that they wanted to be with him, in some miraculous way that he still couldn’t quite believe was real?

The chop-chop-chop of the knife stilled, and they set it down with a chuckle that sent tingles down his spine and his heart into near cardiac arrest. Lovely, lovely, lovely. His hangover seemed to have a weak spot for their laughter too, because why else would his headache somehow chip away just at the sound?

They were quick to soothe him with their words, their hands reaching up to tug his arms back to his sides. “It’s fine, I promise. You’re just a bit disoriented now.” Looking into such a fond gaze didn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks, and he found himself being reminded of just how desperately in love he was; so much that he could swear it burned him alive. “I mean it though,” they earnestly mumbled, tenderly cupping his face, “and I’ll wait till you’re well-rested. Then we’ll talk.”

“Alright,” he managed to whisper out between breaths, “But—“

“Go.” They gave him a gentle push, before turning around to stir something in a small pot and add some spices that made the smell even more tantalizing. “If you don’t want breakfast to be a disaster, that is. Wouldn’t want to send my boyfriend’s kitchen up in flames.”

That’s it. A sharp pang in the deepest crevices of his chest and he was gone, his head floating with dizziness and his vision swimming. Sanji was long dead and on his way to whichever heaven would accept him; a heaven where he was somehow inexplicably loved and wanted; a heaven where he’d hear those words from their lips and know that they were indeed—thanks to some ridiculously generous higher power that blessed him beyond his wildest dreams—referring to him.

The last thing he felt were his limbs failing to keep supporting him, and a lightheadedness that overtook him so suddenly, crumpling to the ground in a helpless heap.

I think I’m gonna die a lucky man, he dazedly thought to himself, before finally succumbing to a blissful unconsciousness against the cold kitchen floor.

“Sanji!”

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[itjazzbicch]

Secret Confession

Pairing:  Monkey D. Luffy x Reader 

First time writing for Luffy, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Getting up for a late-night snack with Luffy, they get nearly get caught by Sanji, who always yells at fluffy for sneaking in the fridge at night, hiding together, and learning how close they are while enjoying a late-night snack on the Sunny...

Warnings:  Slight Swearing (That's about it!)

Word Count: .8k 

"Luffy, is that you?" Yawning and rubbing my eyes while making my way to the kitchen, I could hear his stomach rumbling, his eyes still closed as he nodded, walking into the kitchen and mumbling:

"I'm hungryyyy."

"Me too," I yawned, following in behind him, seeing him trying to budge the fridge open, but Sanji had put a lock on it just because of Luffy:

"Why does Sanji have to do this to me?!"

"Shhh," I hushed, stepping up and unlocking the fridge, "Sanji will be pissed if he knows I let you in the fridge, so try to stay quiet."

"Okay," He whispered, giggling and rummaging through the fridge, exclaiming, "You're the best, Y/N! There's so much yummy food in here!"

"Luffy!" I scolded quietly, "I said be qui-"

"LUFFY! IF YOU'RE IN THE KITCHEN EATING ALL THE FOOD, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

Just great, Sanji was awake.

I stared at Luffy with fire in my eyes, "Just great. He's going to flip on us."

"Not if he doesn't know where we are," He laughed, shoving the food into my hands before wrapping up with his rubber arm, "Hold on to that with your life, got it?"

"Huh?" Seized in his arm, Luffy took off and out of the kitchen before Sanji could get there, jumping to the deck, his free arm shooting up to the crow's nest, making me squeal as we flung to the top:

"WOAH!"

"Shhh!" Luffy was one to try and silence me, eyes peeking over the crow's nest to see Sanji searching for him:

"Got damn it, Luffy! Just wait till I find you!"

Slouching back against the floor, Luffy giggled, taking the food from my arms, "He didn't see us. We're in the clear."

"For now," I huffed, staring at the dark sky till he held a piece of meat over my face, mumbling out of his full mouth:

"You said you were hungry, right?"

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled tiredly, taking the meat and chowing it down with him.

"It's good, right?" Luffy smiled at me, sitting up as Sanji was gone now, devouring the food we took.

"Really good," I yawned, relaxing back as just that one piece of meat satisfied my hunger, staring at the full, bright moon as Luffy laid back with me, shivering slightly at the wind passing by, freezing as I felt Luffy's arm around me, sliding closer to me.

I stared at him, a bit confused, and he tilted his head at me, confused himself as he asked:

"What? You were shivering, so I thought you were cold."

"It is a little chilly," I swallowed, looking back up to the sky, "I just want to enjoy the view for a moment."

"Enjoy it," He nodded, looking at me and keeping me close, "And I'll keep you warm till you're done."

Never in a million years did I imagine that someone would make me feel so flustered, let alone that specific someone being my captain! Although, he was warm and oblivious as always when he saw the flustered look on my face:

"The cold getting you sick or something? Why are you making that face?"

"No, Luffy," I sighed, nervous and whispering, "You realize we're practically cuddling, right?"

"Do you not like cuddles?" I only kept on confusing him. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cuddles; I was just so nervous; trying to explain to him:

"I just-I never-"

I had never been in a situation like this, and his goofy but pure ways made me smile as he gasped:

"Oh, you don't know how! It's easy!"

Fixing me against his chest, our legs intertwining, he showed that he had no idea what he was doing by whispering under his breath:

"At least, I think that's how you're supposed to cuddle."

"It's fine," I smiled at him softly, that bright smile of his making me happy like it always did, my heart skipping beats as he placed his hand on my head, keeping it against his chest and playing with my hair, whispering:

"Now, you can enjoy the moon and stay warm."

"Thank you, Luffy," I whispered, curling up against him, staring at the moon, and my brain flooded with thoughts and emotions I never felt before.

Why did I feel happier than ever right now? So peaceful and content? Why did I not want to leave Luffy's arms? I started to realize what I was feeling, and it was a lot to process because Luffy wasn't just anyone; he was my captain.

"Hey, Luffy-" I was going to attempt to maybe talk to him about how I felt, but when I picked up my head, he was fast asleep, snoring, and he looked so adorable.

I didn't want to disrupt his peace, laying back against his chest, whispering even though I knew he couldn't hear me:

"I love you." 

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[zorosq]

obsession ; black leg sanji

↻ stalking, established relationship, umm... its unsettling?, a bit violence?, grammatical error

↻ pairing ↬ sanji x fem!reader!

a/n i like the idea of sanji being overly obsessed with his lover. also havent write anything in a long time and i got an idea from reading the book "the obsession"

the day that you had met sanji was the day that your life brightens. you had just broken up with your boyfriend that day and got kicked out of the apartment that you had bought.

and you were practically disowned by your family for dating your now ex-boyfriend.

it was a rainy day. you had sat patiently under the bus stop, not particularly waiting for a bus to show up but just for a shelter. you hadn't managed to actually get anything. just your personal belongings and a few bunch of clothes. it was the day that sanji had met you and fell for you.

he was a chef. a very damn good chef. he couldn't ignore the hungry look on your face across the street. the restaurant that he was working in was just across the bus stop. how much of a destiny could any of this be?

like the gentleman he is, he get himself to cooking and packed it up in his lunch box. it was an unpaid meal like always. though his father, zeff, was too tired of telling him the same thing.

with an umbrella in hand, sanji walked acrossed the street and sat down with a good distance between you two. like a shy cat asking for attention, he slowly pushed the lunch box towards you, not saying a single word until you take notice.

"eat up. you need energy if you're going to wait for the bus in this weather. they always shows up late because of some excuses," sanji rambled on.

from afar, he hadn't got a good look on your face. but when he finally turns to get a look at you, he was baffled. you were so so ethereal in his eyes. a beauty who had just cried her eyes out possibly due to hunger. there was just no way that anyone would hurt you. there would be no way. he was sure of it.

"i'm not- not waiting for a bus," you cracked a small smiled. that made his heart skipped a beat. sanji had saved you that day. in your eyes, he was your savior.

.

sanji had made it his job that he would help you make decisions for everything. you were so dependant on him. it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

even when you were a trembling mess in front of him, scared of his very existence. he relish in your fear. "please, i just want to take a break with you," you begged, your voice coming out pathetically higher. "you know i can't do that sweetheart," he caressed your cheek. it made you flinched from the way he was doing it.

his eyes had a crazed look. you don't understand why it took you so long to realize that your boyfriend is a fucking psychopath.

his hands cupped your cheeks and he pressed his forehead against yours. "we can't do that. we're meant to be together," he smiled at you. "n-no. please, i just want a break. not a breakup," you shook your head.

"what if your feelings change? we can't have that, love," his hand trailed down to your neck.

.

you didn't mean to go through his stuff. but you were so curious of him. sanji had never told you about himself and he would always forbid you from entering that one room by the end of the hallway.

in the beginning, you didn't feel curious at all. but you had seen him going in and out of the room too many times a day that it piqued your interest. you had tried asking him what was in the room. but he just shrugged and said that it was work stuff.

it was weird since he was working as a chef. not an office worker or anything that he would need an office.

so when he went out to buy groceries, you decided to went inside the room. you knew that sanji didn't lock the door. he never did because he trusts you. or maybe he wanted you to see what was inside the room after you saw the content inside.

your eyes moved around the room quickly, scanning every picture that was hanged, every notes about your daily life. even a few notes about your personality. it was everything about you.

the room had overwhelmed you with how much... of you are in there.

you stumbled back, only to be met with sanji.

"sweetheart, didn't i tell you not to enter this room?" his hand rests on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.