#the always sunny cookbook

[dennisboobs]

the gang's introductions from the always sunny in philadelphia cookbook

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

It’s so funny to me that like half the recipes in the Paddy’s cookbook are just straight up poison in the actual show, like commit to the bit and add some cough medicine and bath salts for flavouring, cowards /j

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine teasing Sanji and Zoro

throuple fluff

Sunny’s kitchen was filled with the smell of rosemary and thyme; dinner was being cooked and when you walked in the cutest cook in all the seas greeted you with a warm, tender smile. Sanji beckoned you over to him, right arm held out ready to receive a hug while the other hand kept busy searing the steaks that were cooking. “How was shopping with Nami and Robin, love?”

Slipping into his embrace, your nose nuzzled into his chest, and he kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood there as you told him about all the shops you had gone to – the bookstore, where you picked up a cookbook for him. He was elated that you even thought of him, and your head leaned back to give him a glare. “I always think about you all the time, silly.”

Sanji’s eyes glistened with warmth just as the kitchen door swung open and Zoro appeared, wearing one of the new black tees you had picked out for him. He glanced at the way Sanji was holding you, making his way to the fridge. “I need a cold drink, it’s hot out there.”

“I put a few drinks in the freezer for you.”

“How thoughtful, Sanji.” He blushed when you kissed him on the cheek and when you went to kiss him again, he turned his head to capture the kiss on his lips. You laughed, nipping at his bottom lip before feeling a different arm come around your waist. Sanji released you, focusing on the steaks while Zoro came from behind you; slipping a bottle of ale in your hand as he buried his nose into the nape of your neck. He grumbled about the weather again as you popped open the bottle for him. “Drink up, sweetie.”

Without looking, you knew Zoro’s cheeks were bruised maroon when he kissed your neck before moving to your side. He took the drink and thanked you, promptly asking when the food would be ready.

“Patience is a virtue, Mosshead.”

“Stop being so slow, cook.”

Ignoring them, you pushed past them as they started to argue; retrieving the dinner plates, hardly registering what the two men were bickering about. This happened at least twice a day both most times, they were decent to each other – they actually adored each other in ways they would never openly admit but you were the only one privileged to witness such miracles. Setting the plates down on the counter, you turned to Zoro and Sanji and swiftly smacked their bottoms with such gravity, they both jumped.  They both turned to you with blushed expressions, and you laughed. “Ah, so that’s how I can get you two to shut up? Duly noted. I need to go unpack my purchases; I’ll be back for dinner. “

You moved in between the two; hand resting on Zoro’s chest as you leaned in to kiss Sanji, who placed a hand on your waist. His kisses were always gentle and delicate. Reaching down for the cook’s hand, you moved your attention to Zoro. He always was so serious looking but when your lips pressed against his, you could feel him relax. The swordsman’s kisses were always so eager and a little rough – both men equally satisfying in their own ways. Releasing your hold on both men, you left the room and they stood silent for a moment before Sanji resumed cooking. Zoro took a long sip of his ale before eyeing Sanji with a smirk.

“We’re going to get her back for that, right?”

Sanji looked up from the pan, thanking Zoro when he handed him one of the bottles from the freezer. He cracked the top off and snorted. “Oh, she’s definitely not going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”

Zoro laughed then, a wicked little laugh, and held out his bottle. Sanji clicked his bottle against Zoro’s and the two men laughed, neither willing to confess out loud how badly their asses felt but both eager to return the favor.

[radio-fmm]

Love recipe

Sanji x gardener!reader

fluff!!!!!!!! Stablished relationship, gn reader, from my gardener!reader series but can be read as a stand alone, I recommend this

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: In which you find Sanji’s cook notebook

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

An endless sea of boxes filled your room in the Sunny, when had you accumulated so much stuff in your time with the strawhats? You didn’t know

You were the kind to keep everything, even the tiniest things held so much memories and meaning that you just couldn’t leave them behind

But you were starting to regret it

A week ago you and Sanji had finally decided to tell the crew that you were dating

After being met with all of your crewmates groans of defeat as they handed a couple berries to Nami you realized maybe you were a little more obvious than you thought

Regardless they were happy and a little relieved that you two had finally settled down

“So is the dumb cook finally moving out? We are tired of you leaving every night to our quarters,” Zoro was quick to ask you looking dead in your bashful eyes, red blush rushing to your face

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Sanji screamed at the swordsman in your defense

As much as you tried to brush the matter off or deny the accusations everyone had witnessed how at very ungodly hours of the night you’d slip into Sanjis bed to sleep soundly and turning back to your own at sunrise thinking no one noticed

“OR you can move in with us!” Your Captain chimed in but his idea was immediately shot down by your boyfriend

So he moved in your room, something you were happy about but right now, as you choose what to keep, throw away or store in boxes to make space for Sanji, was giving you a huge headache.

You sat cross legged in the middle of your floor between boxes looking like cat in hiding as Sanji walked in with a couple of more boxes in hand, settling them on the ground glancing at your form and smiling in endearment

“Almost done my love” he spoke up making you bend backwards and smiling at him

“Let me get up and help you with the rest”

“Absolutely not” something about you even lifting a finger in his presence always made him shiver, there was no way he was gonna allow you carry his heavy boxes, he knew you were capable, he just didn’t wanted you to

It was the third time you had offered to help him so you just gave up and giggled before returning to your task as the blonde went back to make yet another trip from the boys quarters to your room

You let out a defeated sigh as you finally finished up choosing everything that you decided to get rid off. As you got up with the box you tripped over the others that surrounded you making you lose balance, in an attempt to save yourself from a nasty fall, one of Sanjis boxes opened and some of his belongings scattered across the floor

“Dammit” carefully you place your box aside as you hastily take your boyfriend’s personal stuff and return them into the box, not wanting Sanji to think you were snooping round his personal belongings

As you delicately put his box aside, a notebook lays on the ground that you seemed to have missed to put away, you take it but instead of storing it, your hands explore the markings on the cover

‘Sanjis cookbook’ it read in his neat handwriting, you smile to yourself before slowly opening it, the notebook was well loved and you didn’t wanted it to break apart at your touch. The pages were filled with different recipes the cook had came up with during the years, it was sweet how noticeable was the change in his notes when he joined the strawhats, suddenly more intricate and lively dishes appearing on its pages. It was obvious how much he enjoyed being the crews cook, this was a trait of him you always had loved and admired. The cook had created dishes, drinks and pastries inspired by every crew member, some just being fun experimental ones, while others attended to their nutritional needs

Some really tasty meat recipes made for Luffy

An orangy strong drink for Nami

Boring rice-balls with a hint of sake for Zoro

Coffee infused pastries for Robin

Chicken a lá Soda for Franky

Taroyaki for Usopp

Sweet cotton candy for Chopper

Curry for Brook

Some of them with your name on it eventually show up but were all about either your diet or changing some ingredients up in meals you didn’t quite like or would upset your stomach, even your favorite vegetable soup was in there with a marking on it with your name. Expectancy bubbled in your stomach as you waited for dishes made not for you, but inspired by you to appear, but as you kept on reading the pages of everyone’s meals except yours a frown plastered on your lips

“Oh” you thought, maybe you weren’t good enough to be Sanji’s muse. Of course you knew he loved you endlessly, he would assure you everyday and you’ll see it in different ways he had to tell you ‘I love you’ without even speaking it.

The way he would patiently show you how to cut ingredients in the kitchen so you could help him and spend quality time, or the names he’d call you that sweetened your days, how he would always be on your call and foot for whatever you wished or needed, the dreamy look you’d spark on his eyes and even just the full on attention he’d offer you, as if you were the only thing in the world

But still, one would think you’ll at least have one dish dedicated to you after all the love he exuded in your presence

As you gave up and started to close the notebook, you saw a page near the end with your name on it, making your eyes grow wide in joy. You open it to find not a dish, but a whole different section of the notebook just for you, the cook had even drawn tiny hearts after your name

Pink dusted your face and a bright smile grew on your lips as you admired the dishes Sanji had crafted with such love and dedication, recognizing some of them and even remembering how he had asked you to taste test them in the past. You were moved, over the moon wasn’t enough of an expression to understand how you were feeling, no one had ever shown this much appreciation for you, small tears peaked at the corner of your eyes of the fullness you felt. How could you ever return such a gesture? Such love declaration that you didn’t even were supposed to know about?

You return the notebook to its rightful place before standing back on your feet and taking your box towards the door that slowly opened revealing your tall blonde handsome of a boyfriend with the last box

“Sorry it took so long sunlight, Luffy asked me for another snack and I ha-“ he was cut off by the biggest warmest hug he had ever received in his life, dropping the box as your hands found a spot on his neck and your lips pecked his before hiding your face in his neck, your feet tip toeing so you could reach

The action took Sanji by surprise, making him blush and stand frozen in place at your sudden affection that he still found difficult to come around, always being used to be the more affectionate one until you showed up and made him know how much loved he deserved back

“Is everything alright my love?”

“Yes darling, everything’s amazing”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Omg they’re back I’m so happy!!!! Hope you enjoy and remember you can request anything you wanna see about these two or just anything One Piece related technically

[eternalmoonlight18]

Please Please Please (Don't Prove 'Em Right) Chapter 9

Trafaglar Law x afab Female!Reader

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Chapter warnings: none!

Summary:

You are the Heart Pirates' beloved cook and sniper. However, you were also an insufferable troublemaker who always seemed to get on Law's nerves. He swears he's going to get rid of you one day, but as much as he hates it, why does he find you fascinating? Was it because you reminded him of someone he was greatly fond of?

As your relationship with Law grows, he only hopes you don't fucking embarrass him. After all, he has an image to uphold as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

This story starts off as short stories between (Y/N), Law and the Heart Pirates, then picks up into the One Piece canon timeline, starting from Punk Hazard. This is a slow-burn Law x Female Reader story!

Updates every Monday!

Cross-posted in Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57651295/chapters/146705491

Chapter 9: Cooking Competitions and Confessions

Chapter summary: On the way to Dressrosa, you and Sanji bond over cooking. Luffy proposes a cooking competition between you two, and if you lose, you will have to go on a date with Sanji! If Sanji lost, he would have to give you a cookbook full of the recipes he learned from Kambaka Land. However, everyone doesn't realize that Law rigs the competition to your favour, not wanting Sanji to go on a date with you. 

A/N: FINALLY!!!!

I also created a taglist. Let me know if you want to be a part of it!

wc: 3k

It was a quiet night in the Thousand Sunny. The sea was calm and peaceful, with the clear night sky littered with thousands of stars. 

You were lying out on the grassy deck of the ship. You would never admit it, but your brother's ship was way better than Law's yellow submarine. 

With your hands behind your head, you stared up into the night sky, observing the various constellations that painted the world above you. You were so engrossed in the moment that you failed to notice your brother took a seat beside you.

"Hey, sis, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Luffy piqued up as he sat right next to you.

He shuffled closer when you didn't answer him. "Sis, are you still mad at me for what I did yesterday? I said I was sorry!" he whined. 

You glanced at Luffy and saw he was pouting in your direction. 

It was hard to stay mad at him for so long. After all, he is your baby brother. 

With the grass on your palms, you hoisted yourself up and tackled him to the ground, resulting in a tickle fight.

"H-hey! That's not fair you got a head start!" he squeaked as he scrambled to leverage himself against your attack. You continued to relentlessly tickle Luffy, and he did the same to you. The Sunny was soon filled with shrieks of laughter, which resulted in a sleepy Zoro angrily throwing his barbell down at you and Luffy. 

"Spoilsport," you muttered as you squinted your eyes at the angry green-haired swordsman who was stomping back into the men's sleeping quarters. 

Luffy laughed. "Zoro's always grumpy these days, big sis. I don't mind, though, he's super reliable."

You sighed as you laid back down on the grass once more. "Hey, Luffy, I'm proud of how far you've gone with your journey." 

"You mean that? You're the best, sis!" he exclaimed as he lay next to you. 

A quiet hum left your lips as you and your brother stargazed together. A few minutes passed before the straw-hatted boy spoke up once again.

"Hey, sis, want to join my crew?" he asked out of the blue.

"Nah, I'm good," you immediately answered back. 

"Huh? Why not?"

"Because," you started. Twisting to your side to face Luffy, you continued, "I want to stay in Captain Law's crew."

Luffy looked at you with a confused expression. "Traffy? Why with him?"

"Oh, you airhead, I'm loyal to him, just like how Zoro is loyal to you!"

"But I'm you're brother! You should join me instead!" he whined.

You chuckled. "Well, Captain Law is my..."  

Your voice faded as your mind started to reel. What was Law to you? Your relationship blossomed greatly in the past couple of months, surpassing the simple captain and subordinate dynamic. You knew there was something more, something beyond friendship, but you couldn't bring yourself to acknowledge it.

"Traffy is what?" Luffy pressed on, noticing that you stopped talking.

You snapped out of your thoughts and flashed him a gentle smile. "Well, he's special to me."

"What about me?! Am I not special to you, big sis?" your brother pouted.

A hearty laugh escaped your lungs. "Oh, Luffy, you'll always be special to me! Just like Ace and Sabo! But I meant that Captain Law means a lot to me, like someone I could spend the rest of my days with."

Luffy tilted his head, still confused.

"I don't know how to explain it, Lu, it's different from the love you feel for your friends. Do you kiss your friends?"

"No."

"Do you want to kiss your friends?"

"Not really."

"Well, I want to kiss Captain Law. That's how I feel about him," you explained.

"OH! Is that why you almost threw me overboard?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "Now you get it."

"So if you want to kiss Traffy, that means that you love him? Like more than a friend?" Luffy questioned.

"Well..."

"Why won't you admit it? If you feel that way, then it's okay!" your brother declared.

You froze. The whole time, you were overthinking your relationship with your captain, but your brother made you realize it was so simple. You did love him, and it's okay to love him. 

A large grin broke out on your face. You tackled your brother in a crushing bear hug.

"You're so simpleminded, yet you move people with your words," you sighed.

"Thank you!" Luffy said, not knowing what you meant.

That night, your mind was put at ease, and you were able to sleep peacefully for the first time in a while.

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You blankly stared at the mixing bowl in front of you. Around the bowl were various cooking utensils and ingredients, all organized and laid out. In front of you were the Strawhats, plus Kin'emon and Momonosuke were staring at you eagerly. Law was there, too, in the corner, giving you an unreadable expression. On your left was Sanji, the cook of the crew, who gave you a bright smile.

"You ready (Y/n)-Chan?" he cheerfully asked you.

You gave a weary smile at the blonde man. You were going to kill Luffy for putting you in this mess.

.

"Good morning (Y/n)-Chan! What brings you in the kitchen so early in the morning!" Sanji greeted. He was holding a bowl of eggs and whisking it as he watched you walk into the kitchen. 

You groaned and flashed a sleepy smile. "Good morning, Sanji. I woke up to a wonderful smell of pancakes and bacon and couldn't help but see what you made," you admitted as you sat down at the dining table. 

A chuckle left Sanji's lips. "My heart swells to know that my food prompted a beautiful lady like yourself to keep me company here."

"Wow, the girls weren't joking when they said you were a smooth talker. Anyway, I wanted to ask, how did you find these recipes in your dishes? They're absolutely divine, and I would love it if you had some sort of cookbook I could borrow so I can learn how to make them!" you eagerly asked as you placed your head in your palm. 

The blonde cook looked at you with a surprised expression. "Oh wow! No one asked me for a cookbook before." he walked up to you before he continued, "But I think I deserve something if I were to give you the recipes I learned. It's only fair; I went through a lot to get those recipes in my hand."

"Is that so?" you mustered, tilting your head in curiosity. "Well, in that case, what do you propose that I give you?"

The two of you basked yourselves in silence, thinking of how an exchange of knowledge would go down. Then, an idea suddenly popped into your head, but before you could speak, a loud crash interrupted your thoughts.

"Sanji!!! Big sis!!! Good morning!!' your brother hollered as he barrelled his way into the kitchen. He scampered towards the dining table and sat next to you. "Sanji, is food ready? I'm hungry!" 

"Oh Luffy, yeah, food's almost done give me a second." Sanji huffed as he hurriedly got back to work.

"By the way, big sis, can you cook your signature spaghetti? I do miss your cooking. Oh, I know! I have an awesome idea!" he exclaimed as he turned to you and shook you by the shoulders.

You groaned. He was always up to no good.

Luffy whipped his head towards the blonde cook and grinned widely. "You guys should do a cooking competition! Shishishishi!"

"Luffy!" you angrily hissed. Grabbing him by the neck, you started wringing him as his rubbery head flopped to the floor.

"Hey, that's a great idea!" Sanji exclaimed as he started plating the breakfast. 

You nervously laughed as you slowly let go of your brother, who was now coughing up a fit on the kitchen floor. "Yeah...I guess we can do that..."

"Im screwed." you thought to yourself. "Sanji's cooking is way better than mine. Oh well, it doesn't hurt to try."

"Okay, I accept the challenge. If I win, I get those recipes," you affirmed.

Sanji grabbed the rest of the plates and placed them on the dining table. "Deal. And if I win..."

The cook stroked his chin for a second, then continued, "Go on a date with me when we reach Dressrosa after we finish our business there." he cheekily responded.

.

And now you were here, about to participate in a cooking competition that you knew you were going to lose and go on a date that you didn't agree to.

You can feel the impending migraine coming through already.

"Alright, chefs! Today, you will be making takoyaki! In front of you are all the ingredients you need. You have 45 minutes to whip up a batch! We will be the judges for your cooking and determine the winner! Now, do you all know the stakes of the competition?" Nami announced.

The navigator placed herself between you and Sanji and continued. "If Sanji-kun loses, he has to give a cookbook full of his recipes!"

The crew started to mutter amongst themselves.

"And if (Y/n) loses, she has to go on a date with Sanji-kun!" she giggled.

"WHAT?!" everyone screamed.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment, wishing you could hide in the corner and disappear. You opened one eye and glanced at Law. His jaw was wired shut, and his stormy eyes pierced into you and Sanji. 

He was pissed.

"Exciting, right!" Now chefs, ready..." Nami raised her hand and then did an air chop with her arm. "Get cooking!"

Everyone cheered as you and Sanji scrambled around the kitchen. The first thing you thought about grabbing was flour, but it was inconveniently placed high up in the cabinets. You groaned in annoyance as you hopped onto the counter to reach it, however, when your hand was stretching out to grab it, the bag of flour magically appeared on your hands. Confused, you promptly got down and gave a quick glance at Law, who gave you a small smirk in the corner of the room.

Oh, that sneaky bastard. 

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. This could work in your favour.

The next 45 minutes breezed by as you got to work. Every time you were looking for an ingredient or utensil, it always appeared right in front of you. Your confidence started to grow by the minute, and you paid no mind to Sanji, who was actually struggling beside you.

It turns out that while your captain was secretly helping you, he was sabotaging the Strawhat cook at the same time. Each time he would try to grab something, Law quickly shifted the item with his powers so that Sanji would accidentally miss it or knock it down. He even managed to 'Shambles' a rotten dead octopus from the sea and set it on Sanji's counter. The poor cook took longer than usual to prepare the dish because of it.

Once the 45 minutes were up, you painstakingly set your freshly made takoyaki balls in front of everyone, with Sanji following closely behind and setting his plate beside yours.

The blonde chef sighed deeply as he rummaged through his pockets and fished out a lighter and cigarette. "That was the most frustrating cooking session I've had in a while," he muttered as he started to smoke.

"Was it? I didn't notice," you commented lightheartedly.

"It was like someone was sabotaging me, but I couldn't pinpoint one who and how." he sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Wow!! These look so good!" Luffy exclaimed as he took a handful from your plate and Sanji's plate. He shoved the food straight into his mouth. "Dish ish shuper delishious!" he exclaimed with his mouth full.

"Idiot! You're supposed to try them one at a time!" Nami shrieked as her fist connected with the Strawhat's head, causing him to spit out his food.

Law gingerly took one from your plate and slowly munched on it. You silently gasped when you saw and made your way towards him.

"Captain, you hate anything with flour and bread! Why did you taste it?" you whispered.

He gave you a teasing look with his eyes. "Because you made it."

A blush appeared on your cheeks. The kitchen suddenly felt a little hot. 

Everyone cleaned out both plates in a matter of minutes. Then Kin'emon first spoke up.

"Man, it's so hard to choose, both of you make delicious takoyaki! But if I had to choose...Sorry (Y/n), I'd have to go with Sanji." he said.

Soon, everyone poured their votes in. In the end, Sanji still won the majority of votes even though you had assistance, much to your and Law's annoyance.

The crew soon broke out once the competition was over. You saw Law leave the kitchen as soon as the winner was announced, so you assumed that he was going to be mad for the rest of the day.

You and Sanji stayed behind to clean up the mess. The two of you worked in silence until Sanji spoke up. 

"Good game (Y/n)-Chan!" he said as he gave a small smile.

"Yeah, there was no way I could beat you, Sanji. Looks like I owe you a date?" you said with fake cheerfulness. 

The blonde cook stopped wiping the counters and faced you. "Actually, you don't have to go on a date with me," he announced.

Your eyes widened. "What? But you won!"

"Yeah, but I could see how uncomfortable you are with the idea. I don't want to force a lady into doing something she doesn't want to do," he explained. "I'll just give you a few of my favourite recipes. Sound fair?"

Your mood was immediately uplifted. You ran up to Sanji and gave him a bone-crushing hug and a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you! You're the best, Sanji!" you squealed.

The poor chef was taken aback by your actions. His nose started to bleed once he realized that you kissed him, but you didn't care. You happily skipped out of the kitchen and made your way down to the deck when you stumbled into someone.

"Ow!" you yelped. Looking up, you saw that you ran into your tattooed captain, and you broke out into a large grin. "Captain!"

"(Y/n)-ya." he greeted. "Watch where you're going."

"Sorry, I'm just in a really good mood right now!" you giggled.

Law's expression darkened. "Oh? Is it because you're going on a date with the cook?" he brooded. He faced away from you, clearly bothered by the idea of you going on a date with someone else.

"Huh? No! He actually said I didn't have to! And he said he's going to give me some of his recipes! I can't wait to cook them for you and our crew!" you gleaned. 

The tattooed doctor's turned his head towards you and looked at you with hopeful eyes, even though his face remained neutral. "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" you exclaimed. You were so caught up in the moment that you giddily grabbed his cheeks with both of your palms and pulled him close to your face.

"(Y-Y/n)-ya! What-!" he exclaimed. Your sudden action had the poor doctor's heart and mind racing as he started to turn red from head to toe.

"Captain, I believe I owe you something." you cheekily declared.

"If you feel that way, then it's okay!" your brother's words relayed in your head.

You'd finally admit it. You're in love with your captain, Trafalgar Law.

"W-what- UMPF!"

Trafalgar Law was met with a soft pair of lips against his own. His grey eyes widened in shock once he realized that you had kissed him on the lips. You kissed him on his lips.

He swears that his heart is going to jump out of his chest. The number of times he's dreamed about initiating the first kiss between the two of you, but you had beaten him to his own game. 

You shyly pulled away and continued to cradle Law's cheeks. Your eyes shimmered with happiness as you looked into Law's shocked expression. He was still processing on what had just happened.

"You cheeky bastard, helping me cheat in that competition! You're so cute when you're jealous!" you teased.

Law couldn't bring himself to speak. His throat felt unbearably dry. 

You gave out a hearty laugh as you finally pulled away and started to make your way down the stairs to the deck.

Once you were gone, the tattooed captain clutched his chest and stumbled forward. Then, without even knowing, he started to laugh.

Luffy saw what had happened and walked up to the fellow captain. "Hey Traffy! Are you okay? Why are you so red?" he innocently asked. 

Law quickly recollected himself and covered his face with his tattooed hand. He refused to be seen as a lovesick teenage girl in front of others. He glanced at Luffy, who was still staring at him intently and sighed. "Your sister is going to be the death of me one day."

"Huh? Why would she kill you?" Luffy asked.

The doctor scoffed. "What I mean is... never mind."

"Ah, I think I know now. Don't worry. She told me everything. She said she wants to kiss you."

Law turned red once again. "She told you that?"

"Yeah, I don't know what it means, but all I know is that she really, really likes you!"

Law didn't respond. Instead, he started to walk away and head back into the guest quarters.

This mission he was on was imperative. It was important for him to focus and to put all his mind and soul into taking down Doflamingo. But yet he couldn't help but get sidetracked with you. And now that you've basically confessed to him, well...

He was actually okay with it. It just meant that he had to add a new plan.

A new plan to court you properly, even amongst the mess he was in. Because for him, that's what you deserved. 

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Hello I hope you don't mind me requesting again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

But if you don't mind could I request byakuya togami x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

You can choose the kinks again, but could m!reader be bottom, and can it still be in the killing game and m!reader can be the ultimate butler?

-Sunny

Of course not, Sunny! A request that I can manage is a request that will be fulfilled~!

I do apologize if this is lackluster, but Byakuya is not a character I feel too much when writing. I do hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Title: Yes, Sir

Characters: Top!Byakua Togami x Bottom!m!reader(Ultimate Butler)

Contains: Dom/Sub dynamic, bondage, fingering, spanking

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Ever since Byakuya discovered your talent, he has requested that you serve him. Though that's not to say you were thrilled by the notion of that.

You were actually fought over by him and Celeste near the start of the game. Celeste insisted you stay with her, as she deemed herself high enough to have a servant, but Byakua insisted the same. You weren't sure how you ended up with him in the end, but that's how it came to be, never having a choice in the matter like usual.

You two were in the library. Byakuya was researching multiple things when he decided it would be better to take a break from that. He handed the book that he had found on the desk from his previous session and had you put it away.

"Yes, sir." You took the book, automatically checking the cover to see where it would go on the shelves.

"Bring me something...exciting."

"Any specific genre, sir?"

"No, whatever suits your fancy."

Sure, make it harder for me...

You scoured she shelves, trying to find something that would entice him. In the end, you decided on a cookbook. Sure it was an odd choice, but when skimming through them before, it was always somewhat exciting to see all sorts of different dishes.

You haded Byakuya the book, but when he read the cover, only his eyes moved to you. "A cookbook?"

"I personally find different recipies and food items exciting, sir."

Byakuya sighed, putting the book down on the desk. "Actually...I think I have something else in mind for a destressor."

"...And...what would that be, sir?"

"Give me your tie."

You stayed still for a moment, sighing before obliging. You undid your tie, giving it to Byakuya. He spun you around, grabbing your hands and pinning them behind you as he tied them together. When finished, pushed you over the desk with a small grunt. You were now positioned for him.

"I don't know where you get off thinking a cookbook would be an exciting read."

"Y-You said to pick something that suited my--"

"Is that back talk, (y/n)?"

"N-No, sir, I was just--"

"Silence." Byakuya undid the tie that he wore himself wrapping it over your mouth and tying it behind your head. When he was out of sight, you scowled from the action. This guy...so full of himself...you hated that you had to serve him, especially receiving a punishment like this, but a talent is a talent, and with expectations come punishments.

Byakuya removed your pants and boxers, and you were ashamed to admit your cock was already hardening from all of this. You swore you could hear the smirk through a hum as he noted your shaft, now spreading your ass to get a good view.

To your surprise, he slipped in his thumb, earining him a soft moan from the small stretching. He gently pushed in and out, working out your ass. You tried writhing around a bit, but Byakuya quickly stopped you with a slap to your ass.

"Sit still."

You wanted to growl out against the gag, but instead disguised it as a groan, obeying as Byakuya continued to work you out. Once he was satisfied, he removed his thumb and inserted his middle and ring finger, causing you to arch your back a bit with a whine.

"So far, I'd say you're behaving quite well. Maybe this will teach you to take my commands seriously next time."

You tried to fight the blissful feeling, trying to keep yourself in check, but you couldn't. You nodded with a moan, your brows furrowing as he pushed his fingers deeper. Your moans became more consistent as you rested your head on the desk, all external sense of yourself starting to fade. You accepted your fate, but you wouldn't make this mistake again.

"I'd say you're about ready now...What do you think, (y/n)?"

You nodded eagerly, spreading your legs further for Byakuya.

He smirked at the sight of you, noting to remember this as he pulled his cock from his pants, positioning himself at your hole. He didn't miss a beat, filling you nice and deep right away. You arched your back once more, legs trembling against him.

Byakuya held onto your shoulders, using you as leverage to thrust into you as deep as he could go. Despite being told to stay still, you rocked your hips back into him, though Byakuya didn't seem to have an issue this time. The two of you grunted into the air, disturbing the silent library environment. You were thankful that no one else was here, and should a murder occur, you had your alibi, so with that in mind, you let yourself go.

It didn't take long before your moans began to pitch, signalling that you were approaching your climax. Byakuya was well aware, and picked up the speed, for once indulging you instead of him. Your cock was rigid against the desk, and with one final thrust, the side was painted white along with the inside of you.

The two of you panted heavily, relishing in the afterglow of the moment. Though you enjoyed it, you stilled noted to take his requests a little more seriously

Or...

Who knows.

You had to admit this was fun. It wouldn't hurt to get yourself like this again, right?

[somewherebetweendisorder]

The Life We Build

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff ?? i think that's it

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). i was originally writing it as an eddie munson fic, but i really wanted it to be jason, so if you notice any typos or mistakes, no you don't. as always, thank you for reading! <3 i do not give permission to copy, repost, or use my work in any way.

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"We need to go to the grocery store."

Your hands are buried in Jason's hair, thick waves curling around your fingers, soft and smelling faintly of your conditioner.

"Huh? Why?"

He tips his head back, so he can see your face, fingers freezing, a page caught between them. You recognize the book. It's your annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice. A soft smile curls at your lips, something painfully saccharine about the fact he prefers your copy; your thoughts.

"Because we have no food, Jay. Did you use my conditioner again?"

"Yeah."

"I know. I can smell it on you."

He snorts, eyes closing as you continue to massage his scalp, shaking his head lightly. "Then why did you ask?"

"I just wanted you to 'fess up. Now c'mon, we need to get food, for real. There's like, half a jar of peanut butter and a beer."

"Sounds like a decent enough dinner."

You remove your hands from his soft locks, and he whines, sitting up and carefully setting your book on the bed beside him. Jason doesn't want to go, you know that, can see the distaste and boredom brewing in his eyes already, but he will go, for you.

"Fine. Get dressed. Let's go."

You pull on an old, well-worn tee of his, slipping on your shoes and trailing him down the hall. He holds open the front door for you, locks it behind himself, jogs down the stairs to meet you at the passenger side door, swinging it open with a flourish.

The drive to the store is quiet, Jason tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio, bobbing his head gently, one hand on your thigh. The smile on your face didn't go unnoticed as he snuck glances at you out of the corner of his eyes.

Gotham is a god-forsaken place. Smog, trash, the highest crime rate in the nation, and a mile-long list of casualties. Jason remembers what it felt like to be back. The whisper of trauma is at the forefront of his mind. The memories, good and bad, all shot through with something unshakeably bitter. Part of him will always love Gotham, just as part of him will always hate it. But you- You are beautiful. The sort of beautiful that frequently had his heart stalling, breath burning in his lungs when he forgot how to breathe at the sight of your sunny smile, and bright eyes. Your personality and laugh, uncensored and genuine.

You are Jason's diamond in the rough. He can't bring himself to hate Gotham quite the way he did before you, but he can't shake the thought that you'll never reach your full potential here. A flower without enough sunlight can't fully bloom. Fuck, everyone knows Gotham is where good things go to die.

As Jason grabs a shopping cart you walk next to him, sliding your arm through his, a sort of camaraderie.

"We should make a casserole this week," you suggest, eyes reading the signs above the aisles, trying to piece together a meal plan in your head.

"What kind of casserole?"

You sigh, distracted, uncertain. "I don't know. Never mind. I've never even made a casserole."

He bumps his hip against yours gently, silently asking for your attention. He waits until you look at him to speak, lips twitching into a soft smile. "We have that cookbook your grandma gave us. And lasagna counts as a casserole. You've made that plenty of times."

"Does it?"

"Sure."

He's bent on reassurance. Jason knows this is new; cooking is hardly your forte. It would be easier to let him do the cooking, but you've been so eager, and you're taking to it really well. He hates the insecurity bubbling in your voice, he wants it gone. At his insistence, you soften, a bit of tension leaving your shoulders as you nod.

"Okay, we can make lasagna. And what else?"

Your gaze catches on the fresh flowers, bright and fragrant, their sweet smell permeating the air. You look at Jason, desperately curious to see if they've caught his attention too, but they haven't. He's looking at a rack of magazines, leather jacket pulled taught across his shoulders, green eyes crinkling in the corners as he squints at the cover of the newest scandal magazine.

"Good God, Dick is on the cover of another fucking tabloid. I thought he-"

It's an odd thought, this sudden need to pick out flowers with your boyfriend. You long to talk about where you should put them, what color would match your sofa and look nicest in front of the window.

"Jason."

It's not the fact you use his name, his birth name, though this is unusual for you. It's always 'baby' or 'Jay' or 'babes'. No, it's the way you say it. Thick and serious, something he hadn't quite heard before, an almost severe expression taking over your pretty features.

"Y/N? Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing, just- Can we get some flowers?" He watches you shake your head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

It's the domesticity of it. A tender, mundane thing catching up to you as those things often do. Something painfully sweet about it, stability your life lacked until Jason. And now? Now going to the grocery store with him was better than anything you did before. Like cooking, like cleaning, like laying in bed all day, face pressed mercilessly into his skin, breathing him in as he reads to you, just because you could. It was an insatiable craving, one you needed fulfilled right now.

"Sure, baby. You wanna pick some out?"

Your nod is almost imperceptible, arm still curled around his, goosebumps creeping along your flesh. He sees. Sees the light in your eyes, knows you need this moment. Jason knows that every day like this erases those brutally lonely hours from before. Minutes marked with blood and grief, a bitter memory. He knows because these moments do the same for him, setting things right he wasn't sure could be fixed.

Fuck, he'll buy all the flowers here if it brings the carefree smile back to your lips. "What kind do you want?"

"I- I'm not sure. Anything. I'll know the right ones when I see 'em."

He peruses the bouquets, at a loss, this is far outside his comfort zone, but if it makes you happy.

Your wonder hurts his heart, wide eyes and shock every time you find new colors squished together, or flowers you haven't seen before. You should have been given flowers all the time. He checks the price of the bunch in his hands and winces. What he wouldn't give to buy you flowers like this every day. Maybe he should, he thinks.

"How about these?"

Your eyes fall on the wild bouquet of rich, wine roses, flowers in full bloom, overlapping each other, fighting for the gaze of the beholder. They're gorgeous, you can feel them without touching the silken petals, velvet. "They're nice."

He sees it on your face, the dismissal, the gentle rejection. The flowers are pretty, too pretty even, gaudy, and suffocating. They're the type of thing that would fit well in Bruce's home, but not yours. Far too formal, far too showy; you want something sweeter.

"They don't match… Anything at home."

"We'd have to pick weeds to match our apartment."

His words come too fast, voice flat, deadpan, shooting for humor, missing, falling by the wayside in a shallow bitterness. He sees the hurt in your expression the instant the words gush past his lips, a geyser of ill-timed distress. Fumbling, rushing forward, trying to make it right, he presses on. "I'm kidding. That was an exaggeration. We make a nice life. It's just we-"

He stops, letting the chatter of other patrons and the store radio fill the silence as he watches tears build in your eyes, shimmering beneath the harsh fluorescents.

"I'm kidding."

You know he wasn't. He meant the words, frustrated with dead-end jobs and your meager incomes, scraping by with just enough. He wanted more for you, more for himself, more of a future. But all you heard was the immediate dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough, it was never enough.

You shove the small cluster of sunflowers you're holding into his chest, plastic wrapping crinkling, flowers smushed against his chest with the severity of your action.

"I need to use the restroom. You can put these back. I'll meet you at the checkout."

"Baby I- Y/N!"

You run. There's not enough care in your bones to think about how odd it is for a grown woman to be running through the store, stumbling into the restroom, tears already tracking down her face.

Hands braced against the cool countertop, you stare at the water droplets scattered across the laminate from whoever last washed their hands. It's a fascinating pattern, water catching the light. A tear falls, splatters on the surface, and shines too. How pathetic are you that you're hiding in here, waiting for the onslaught of emotion to pass before you can face your boyfriend again? Before you can face his disdain?

Minutes drag by, the tears slowing and finally stopping. Red eyes stare back at you, bloodshot and hollow. With a harsh tug, you turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your face, hoping it soothes the obvious signs of crying.

Time is up, you can't stall any longer. With a fortifying gulp of oxygen, you drag the paper towel harshly across your face, wiping away the water, and push the door open. Jason is waiting there, shopping cart abandoned a few feet away, leaning against the wall, local business cards pinned to the wall next to store notices, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Baby."

You're frozen, eyes locked on the overlapping flyers and cards on the wall over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. Jason can see it. The remnants of salt tracks on your cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lashes clumped together from the water you hastily splashed on your face in a harried attempt to cover your reaction. 

He wishes he could rewind, take back the past few minutes, and unsay those words, spare you the heartache. He knows he can't; it's a pointless wish, spent in vain like the coins he tossed in the well with his mother all those years ago. 

"Baby," he repeats, voice low, shoulders sagging when you ignore him. "Y/N, just look at me, please."

His voice isn't him, isn't Jason, viscid like a flower soaked with dew, drooping beneath his regret. He's too pretty, too serious, you shouldn't let him wallow in it, you know that. But his words were too real, too close to that oozy, rotten spot in your heart that cries for acceptance. 

It takes everything in you to drag your gaze to his, jarring when you meet those eyes, deep and sorry, churning like an earthen ocean, soil and sediment devouring itself. It's like watching the earth cave in. It's alarming, unsettling, it makes you want to touch his face and beg for the promise that it's all okay. 

Is it though?

"I'm sorry. What I said- It came out wrong. I would never insult the life we've built, I-"

"You did though, Jay. You did insult it. You pissed all over it."

Jason winces at your bluntness, nearly an idiom, yet far from it. He focuses on your words, playing them over and over, watching your lips twist sardonically, building a wall around yourself. "It's fine, okay? I get it."

"No, you don't." He finds his voice, gruff with the nasty feeling building in his stomach, unable to be gentle in the wake of his own despondency. 

"Can we just go home? I don't want to have this conversation here."

Movements stilted, uncoordinated he moves to the abandoned shopping cart, hands wrapping around the handle in a white-knuckled grip. He takes two steps, yanks the cart back, and turns to you so abruptly that you nearly collide with his chest. 

"No. No, we are going to have this conversation now, otherwise you'll never have it. You know damn well I wasn't insulting you, or our home, or our life."

Blank-faced, eyes a hollow shade of their usual verdancy, you don't show any sign you really heard his words. 

He's never felt this before, desperate and shaky with wanting- no needing you to understand. Why does this feel so insurmountable? His hands land on your shoulders, large, hot, scarred, shaking just enough to inspire a rise out of you. 

You swat his hands away, fresh tears burning tracks down your face, humiliating, telling. "I care, okay! Damn you, Jason, I care!"

You suck in air too fast, choke on it, a strangled sob dancing on your lips, free falling. Hands useless on his chest, feigning a shove, curling in his soft tee shirt and pulling him closer. Tucked away in your little nook, no one is around, no one sees the mania tainting the air. Lovers begging forgiveness for the transgression of misunderstanding. 

He buries his face in your hair, hiding his face, hiding his relief at your touch, at your admission. "I care too. I care that I've tied you to this hell hole with almost no chance of getting out."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Jason can barely hear, your voice smothered by his chest, the fabric of his shirt, his hearing a bit unreliable from too many head wounds. "Get what?"

"I don't want more. I don't want... I don't know what you envision, but my happiness is this. Buying groceries with you and, and- Gotham. My happiness is fucking Gotham if I'm here with you. I don't need-"

"You deserve-"

"Do not interrupt me, Jason Todd!"

He recoils, stung, chastised, conceding quickly, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay."

"I do not need anything more. I don't need a big house or a safer city to play in or whatever it is you think I ought to have. Deserve? I don't even know what that means. But I want you, and I'm content with this life. Until you start picking it apart and making it seem like it's not good enough for you. I cannot tolerate that. I won't." 

He waits, the silence stretching on and on, like the fraying string on a shirt that refuses to snap, until he is certain you're finished.

"You're right."

"That's all?"

"No. It's much more than that. But-"

He releases you, feeling your hands release his shirt slowly, confused as he steps back, raking his hands through his hair. 

"You asked me so nicely for flowers. Let's start again. And we can finish at home, like you asked."

You blink. Once, twice, three times, trying to process, waiting to see if any argument floats to the surface of thought, but none does. Nodding, you step to his side, following him quietly to the tables of flowers once more. 

It happens at the same moment, your eyes find the simple bunch of sunflowers and baby's breath the second his do. Understated and sweet, the type of flowers to catch your eye and hold it with a strange fascination. 

"These?" you ask, eyes never leaving the buds, fingers tentatively caressing the soft petals. 

"Yeah. I like those. They're pretty."

They are pretty. And suddenly, you need to see him, touch him. Placing the bouquet back you turn to him, cool hands pressed to his warm cheeks, eyes tracing soft lips, and the strong line of his nose. Those eyes that say secret things to you, things his lips could never speak. The panic and overwhelming nature of the trip are still fresh in your mind, but his eyes say he understands, his eyes reflect the same image as yours and it's less. Less upsetting, less frustrating, less misconstrued. 

"I get it too."

Your words soothe the cuts on his heart, shallow and stinging like paper cuts. His lips are on yours before he knows what's happening, no self-control left at this moment.

It's over too fast, a promise, a vow, an apology. You know; you feel it, trying to pass over all of your love in return. It's enough, more than enough because he smiles when he pulls away, kisses a trail up your nose to your forehead, and into your hairline. 

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you, Y/N."

Gotham isn't much, your apartment isn't much, and a single bouquet of flowers in your drab little living room is hardly anything at all. But it's plenty for you, plenty for Jason. It's enough. 

[helios-writings]

Stupid in Love

Sanji x gn! Reader

Wc: 1.8k

Warnings: none

You’ve been in love with Sanji for a long time, but have never been brave enough to do anything about it, until now.

The breeze brushes against your face as you stare out at the blue sea, the rising sun peaking out above the horizon. You were up earlier than the rest of the crew, wanting to watch the sunrise before the day dove into chaos, as it was bound to do when Luffy was awake. You watch the rest of the stars disappear and then climb down from the crow’s nest, ready to begin your day.

You always woke up earlier than the rest of the crew, cherishing the alone time you got in the morning silence, the waves crashing against the Sunny being the only sound filling the air. You took a deep breath, letting the salty air wash over you, before the yelling started.

“Luffy, get out of the kitchen!” Sanji shouts, followed by the crashing of pans.

“But I’m hungry!” Your captain whines, and you laugh, before heading into the kitchen to herd him elsewhere.

“You should ask Nami about where we head next, I hear there’s a port nearby.” You tell Luffy, who grins in response before running off to bother the navigator.

Sanji sighs. “Thanks. Have you been awake long?”

You flush. “Who? Me? No.”

He cracks a smile like he doesn’t believe you and hands you a glass full of something to drink. “Well, you are welcome in here any time, as long as you clean up your mess.”

“Don’t worry about any mess from me! I’m as clean as they come, haha.”

You turn to walk out, run into the doorframe and contemplate walking into the sea, wishing you had eaten a devil fruit so you could drown. There was something about Sanji that made your brain short circuit and disconnect from your mouth, letting it run unattended.

“Are you….okay?”

You’re almost certain there’s a mark on your forehead from the door, but you wave him off. “Never been better.”

You are definitely walking into the ocean when you make port, it’ll be less embarrassing in the long run.

Making your way from the kitchen, you run into Zoro, who is desperately trying to hold back his laughter. “That was-”

“Say one more word and you’ll be tied to the front of the ship as the new figurehead.”

He doesn’t take your threat seriously. “You’re this flustered over curly brow in there? Unbelievable.”

“I hate you. So much.”

He’s still cackling as you walk away, and you definitely don’t deserve Zoro to understand what you see in the cook, but Sanji was…..he was amazing.

You saw parts of him that no one ever did, like when you helped him in the kitchen and he hummed softly to himself, sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he washed the dishes. When you accidentally cut yourself with a knife and he doctored it right there, eyebrows furrowed in concentration but you were only focused on the impossible blue of his eyes, always focused on his eyes. Sanji was kind and gentle and brave, but no one else could see that.

Soon enough, the crew made port and you went ashore alone, desperate to avoid Sanji(and the more annoying Zoro) but mostly to find something to give to the cook, if you could sync your brain with your mouth long enough to have a meaningful conversation with the man. But what would you get him? He didn’t use cookbooks, and he bought his own ingredients(not that you’d know where to start, being as you wouldn’t be able to know what were good quality ingredients).

He wasn't a jewelry guy either, though he would wear it beautifully but then you remember a conversation the both of you had a few months ago.

Sanji sets the knife down on the cutting board with more force than necessary, startling you. He laughs lightly and apologizes.

“I need new knives, but I keep forgetting to buy any when we make port. Would you remind me?”

You flush and nod furiously but say nothing, just watch as he picks up the knife and starts chopping again.

You grin and make your way towards a stall you passed a few minutes ago, now certain that you were getting Sanji the perfect gift. At least you hoped so.

***

You were the first one back to the ship, box in tow, leaving it in the kitchen where you knew he would find it. You had decided that you didn’t have the courage to give them to him yourself, but hoped he didn’t think much of it. Maybe he would think one of the other crew members gave them to him.

Proud of yourself, you climb up the crow’s nest again to look at the stars, always seeming brighter when you make port. You hum to yourself as you do so, leg bouncing in anticipation. What if he hates them? Or he tells you that he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore? Were you risking your friendship over a set of knives?

Just as you had decided to return them, you heard the crew clambering back on deck and you curse, crouching low so they don’t see you. It works, because they soon start asking each other about your whereabouts. They don’t seem especially worried, since it’s a safe town and you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but it’s nice to know they care, even if they tease you.

The crew goes their separate ways, and the cook finally heads into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner and that’s when you begin making your way towards the lower decks.

You almost make it when he comes back and spots you. “Oh, there you are!”

You turn and grin. “Here I am, haha. What do you have there?”

You gesture to the box, though you already know its contents.

Sanji beams, and it’s so bright you fear you may go blind. “Knives! I don’t know where they came from, but they’re gorgeous.” He takes on out to show you.

It is gorgeous, that being the main reason you purchased them. A beautiful pearl handle, topped with a gorgeous steel blade. You knew he’d love them, even if your brain wanted to argue.

“That is really pretty, Sanji.”

“Did you leave them? I know we talked about knives a while back.”

This is your chance.

You shake your head no and shrug. “Sorry, wasn’t me, but I hope you find who left them soon.”

His face almost falls at the aspect of you not being the gift giver. “Oh, well, whoever it was picked out a really nice set.”

You smile at him as he bids you goodbye and you curse yourself for not telling him the truth. Oh well, you suppose it’s better than him rejecting you outright. It was kind of nice, leaving him anonymous gifts.

He seemed happy to receive it, but it was always nice to see him happy, especially since it seemed to be a rare sight most days. You wanted to continue making him happy.

***

A few days later, Zoro joined you in the crow’s nest before dinner.

“You know, the shit cook really wanted those knives to be from you.”

“Huh?”

He rolls his one eye. “You’re not serious.”

You say nothing.

“You are. The cook’s been staring at you and sighing hopelessly for days, it’s really pissing me off.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“He told Robin the other day he wanted it to be you. Plus, the whole crew can see that you two are in love with each other. Even Luffy.”

“I’m not going to take romantic advice from you of all people. Sanji and I are friends. Really good friends, a friend I have no intentions of confessing to.”

Zoro sighed, leaning his arms against the wood. “Do you remember when we got into that fight with that gang of bandits a few months ago? And you got injured real bad and were unconscious for what, three days?”

“Of course. Why?” You thought he was just changing the subject.

“Curls was the one taking care of you while you were out, making sure you drank water, helping Chopper clean and dress your wounds, sitting on a chair in the infirmary while you slept, he was really worried.”

You open your mouth to object, to say anything other than what was going through your head but he cuts you off.

“And don’t you say he would do it for any one of us, because that’s bullshit. Now go down there and tell him how you feel.”

The swordsman pushes you towards the ladder and you begrudgingly climb down and head for the kitchen. It wasn’t like Zoro to lie, in fact he was the most honest man you knew, so you knew he had to be telling the truth.

You knock softly on the door before you enter and find Sanji beaming at you. “Hey, what brings you by?”

“I….I think we should talk.”

He sets the towel on the edge of the sink. “Okay.”

You wring your hands as you sit on the counter, something that the cook used to object to but now has accepted as a quirk of yours. He leans next to you.

“I did buy you the knives. I was too scared to give them to you myself so I left them in here for you to find.”

“Why didn’t you say something when I asked?”

You aren’t looking at his face but you can feel his gaze burning you. “I really fucking like you, Sanji. It actually makes me stupid because I like you so much. You’re just so incredibly caring and strong and I like being around you because you make me happy and I didn’t want to ruin anything by telling you that.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything.” He tells you, voice impossibly soft.

“You sure?”

He takes your face in his hands, and you are trapped in the impossible blue of his eyes once again. “I’m certain, because I feel the same way.”

You laugh a little wetly as he kisses your hand and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips. It’s a little sloppy, but you have nothing to compare it to. You know he doesn’t either, and he told you as such one late night in the kitchen.

He pulls away grinning, cheeks a little red. “That was…nice.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “Yeah.”

The two of you get one quiet moment before the crew charges in to tease you and you yelp as Franky wraps a particularly large arm around you and ruffles your hair, while the rest of the crew begins to tease Sanji for getting up to no good in his kitchen.

He yells and scolds them all while you laugh, and then when he makes eye contact with you over the chaos he smiles and everything is as it should be. Perfect.

[thus-spoke-lo]

For your requests :3c

Do you remember that show Silent Library? Something like that but sexy.

"Sexy Silent Library"--the newest late-night program in the North Blue, airing over projector snails near you! (I'm sorry...lmao)

CW: NSFW/18+; afab!reader [no pronouns used]; vaginal fingering; kinda soft-dom Sanji if you squint WC: 698

“Darling,” Sanji admonishes you sweetly while he lazily drags a fingertip up and down your arm, “you missed a step in the preparations portion, make sure you get everything.”

“Sorry.” You swallow hard and a shiver runs down your spine. “I think maybe I’m just going a little too fast.”

The library in this village is vast, the shelves of cookbooks stuffed to capacity, and you promised to tag along with Sanji and help him transcribe as many of the recipes as possible. Not that he needed to, of course, he boasted a bit while you strolled through town, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips as he spoke, but having a vast repertoire was always a great benefit to any chef, no matter how experienced—and perhaps, if you were particularly interested, he could show you some new techniques when you arrived back at the Sunny.

You suddenly have a very clear picture of the kinds of techniques Sanji intends to teach you the longer your sit together at the table in the back of the study room, his methods apparent in the way he moves his chair next to yours, how he bites at his lower lip and gazes at you hungrily through the mess of blonde hair hanging in his face. The fingertip tracing patterns over your forearm becomes a hand caressing your upper back, then a palm placed on the back of your neck, squeezing it gently.

“Sanji, knock it off, you’re gonna distract me,” you grumble half-heartedly for show.

“Oh, am I?” His hand moves down your back, across the plush of your hip, then slides under the table and settles gently on your thigh, his fingertips lightly pressing into the exposed skin just above your knee.

“Sanji!” you gasp, quickly clamping your hand over your mouth.

“Hush now, my darling, you’re going to attract attention,” he whispers as his soft hand creeps up your leg, pushing up under the hem of your skirt as he glances around the room at the few other patrons spread out at other tables. “Let’s see how well you do with some real distraction.”

Sanji’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, and he inhales sharply when he discovers the damp heat awaiting him, a patch of wetness growing in the gusset of your underwear.

“My, my, mon bijou,” he quietly marvels, “already wet from just a little teasing? You really are a dream, you know.”

He presses against the dampened fabric, and makes slow, unhurried motions over your clit, smirking at every little sigh that he earns from you, clucking his tongue when those sighs start to become moans. Two fingers push your panties aside and he slides them inside you, subtly pumping them in and out while he watches you; he rests his chin in his hand and nods every now and again, pointing at the pages in the book, silently reminding you that your task was transcription, not pleasure. Your hips gently rock against his hand, matching his deliberate rhythm, and you clench the pencil in your hand so tightly it threatens to snap as you feel a warm, familiar heat start to spread through your lower body, a delicious tension building in your core. All of a sudden, he stills his motions, and slowly, torturously, pulls his fingers out of you, a smug grin settling on his lips.

“Sanji,” you whine in a whisper as he tugs down the hem of your skirt. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because, my sweet,” he smirks as he licks your sticky wetness from the tips of his fingers, “you’ve missed at least three-quarters of that recipe, and what you did write, I can’t even read.”

You glance down and can’t help but laugh a little at the nearly-empty page, your handwriting an unintelligible scrawl.

Sanji leans in and the tip of his tongue caresses the shell of your ear while one lean arm snakes around your waist. His breath is warm against your skin, his tone suddenly ravenous as he whispers, “Get it right this time, angel, and we’ll find somewhere a little more private so I can hear every beautiful sound that falls from your lips, c’est bon?”

[egg-emperor]

do you think eggman makes his own food or does a robot do all the work? Also, do you think he actually likes to eat lots of eggs?

I imagine he mostly doesn't cook by himself with his reasons being a combination of inconvenience, laziness, and impatience. He says it's convenient not to because he can keep working for longer while it's made for him and to preserve energy for more important things. But even when he has the time, some laziness shows as he'd really rather just relax and wait for it to be brought to him

It's also a lack of patience for something he considers trivial when he has robots that can do it for him. Especially if he's particularly hungry. He'll sooner just end up eating the ingredients separately. This hinders him from being able to learn well enough to cook much more food by himself. Because his short temper and desire for absolute perfection could get him too worked up too

So it's an area where he almost acts incompetent, besides simple things like putting a sandwich together, toasting/microwaving something, warming some meal robots readily made for him. But he often doesn't have the patience for that, he considers himself always too busy, and he usually prefers freshly prepared and cooked meals brought right to him by his robots instead

I mean, with robots that can do it for you, programmed to do it the exact way you wants, why ever bother doing it yourself right? Can't really blame him there unless you have a passion for it. He can download any cookbook or any of his own recipes to them and they'll make it perfectly with rare error. He takes good advantage of the luxury of having five star chefs feeding him good

He'd be getting fast food constantly without robots, fine by him because he loves fast food often what he makes his robots cook are fast food items as his favorite food but it's homemade so it's way better quality. Especially because he makes his own special recipes for them to follow and as long as they're programmed or scared into competence, they deliver well XD

I've always had the headcanon that he's great at making his own recipes and now the official cookbook suggests it to be true. I imagine he just doesn't want to cook it himself. He comes up with the recipes, programs into his robots to test it and he'll toggle it until they make it exactly the way he wants it. He's the brains behind it, they're the chefs that do as they're programmed

His biggest reason above all is that he feels that lounging around like the brilliant glorious emperor he is, while he has only the best robot chefs cool and servants to bring it to him is best suited for him, it's what he deserves! This is clearly the case as we see in his Sonic Channel art:

(Translation for the concept stage version is by Windii)

Especially the second sketch, with him kicking back eating fried chicken while Orbot and Cubot are fanning him, the suggestion of a foot rub, his sense of being high and mighty and very pleased with himself as a man to be respected, so he should be pampered and have his food cooked and served to him. It's the regal luxury, hedonism, and decadence he deserves! 🥰

And yeah I do imagine he likes eggs quite a lot. Iizuka said he likes his eggs sunny side up most which is what I imagined with his liking for fried foods. But it's not his favorite food, that's said to be fried chicken! But fried eggs can go very nicely with that too. I can see him often having a side of eggs in some form with a lot of meals- especially breakfast, inside sandwiches, etc

I can see him liking eggs for how many forms they have, all of which he finds delicious but especially when they're fried. He thinks they work well as a side to his meals or as components of other foods and they're a crucial ingredient for a lot of the things he likes too when it comes to both cooking and baking, so he has a lot of love and appreciation for their existence hehe

They also have forms that are quicker and easier for him to make than a lot of other food, so much that he can tolerate the process of making them by himself the most often than anything else. My main reason behind this idea is this LINE sticker that depicts him flipping eggs very cutely and happily. I imagine it's more appealing because it's simple and fun for him

He could probably stand to make simple things like bacon, eggs, and toast, or put in a sandwich and such occasionally. It's when he'll finally bring his cute pink apron out 💜 Besides that, he can prepare sandwiches but often uses robots or a machine (which I hc is how he has an enormous one made for Zomom), use a waffle iron, flip pancakes, microwave things readily made by robots, etc

But it's always best when he can just lounge back and click his fingers and have everything brought to him at his command like he deserves 💜

[skribbyposts]

HELLO AGAIN!!1111!!!! based off of @bidisastersanji's post about Sanji not being able to sit like a normal person (its cause hes a homo). i kind of took the hc and ran w it but thats okay hee hee

Also from Law's pov bc i love him so much and i wanted to try!! hope yall enjoy!!!!!!!!&!%@^#&^(!*#^$W yeah

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Law prides himself on being a very observant person.

It seems he wasn't looking hard enough when he made the mistakes that led him here, sulking under an umbrella on the deck of Luffy's ship.

After Dressrosa, Law was never supposed to see his crew again. That plan was thrown out the window by a certain straw-hatted pirate, and now he's hitching a ride to Zou with this absolute circus that is Luffy's crew.

It's been a week since Law came aboard, and the more he looks, things get weirder and weirder. Specifically, their chef.

The first time they met, the man was well-mannered, minus his attitude towards women and cigarette habit. However, Law finds him ever more strange after every interaction they have on the Sunny.

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The first time Law notices something off is when he happens on Sanji in the galley. He understands being awake in the wee hours of the night, but not like this.

Law finds the man still fully dressed in his three-piece at three in the morning, sitting - no, crouching - on his chair and poring over a cookbook. His cigarette dangles loosely from his mouth as he mutters something unintelligible to himself and brings his knees together to rest his chin on top of them.

What the fuck, Law thinks, and as if the chef heard his internal monologue, a blonde head whips around to face him standing at the door.

Sanji's wide-eyed, slightly disheveled face stares back at him, and his neck is uncomfortably craned so he can look directly at Law. The pair look at each other awkwardly, and after a moment of silence he just...closes the door.

This is not Law's ship. It is none of his business, and he will go back to the men's quarters to sleep.

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This keeps happening the longer Law stays on Luffy's ship, and every day he notices how rarely the Sunny's resident cook takes a break. In addition to that, he also can't help but notice exactly how Sanji chooses to rest.

Whether he's chatting with Robin in the library the lawn or napping with the swordsman on the lawn, it's always with one leg up on the seat, both slung over the back of a chair, or contorted into a position that shouldn't be humanly possible.

Law finds it mildly concerning, but no one else on the crew seems to mind when Sanji stops bustling for half a second and decides to perch himself somewhere (not unlike a gargoyle, Law thinks), so he leaves it alone.

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Once, he spots the chef sleeping on deck with Zoro, but... upside down. As in, the swordsman is leaning on the mast and Sanji is resting his feet on Zoro's shoulders while his back is on the ground. It looks extremely uncomfortable. He also spots Zoro crack open his eye to peer down at the man, before closing it with a very resigned expression on his face and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Again, this is not his ship and Law most certainly does not want to open that can of worms right now. He leaves the two in peace and hopes they figure it out by themselves.

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ik its not the best but this has been in my drafts for like a week and if i dont post it now im gonna forget about it for like three months so... you guys can have it yeah !! i didn't proofread this either so please lmk if there are mistakes

ANYWAYS Spawned a brand new hc that bc Sanji was locked up for like 5 years he had to teach himself stuff and develops the muscle memory for it wrong and just self-corrects in front of other ppl after learning the right way to do it. i might explore that in a longer fic at a later date, we'll see.

ALSO!!!! by popular demand(read: one person) im gonna start posting on my ao3 soon. you can find it here and all my zosan ficlets will be compiled into a series soon! watch out for that yall

[dennisboobs]

do you guys ever sit and remember that dennis takes a mental health day is an episode that exists

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

Straw Hats Favorite Book Genres

I'm personally a bookworm and wanted to give my thoughts on this~

Luffy: Picture books, not because he can't read, but he likes looking at the funny pictures and making his own stories. He can be pretty creative about the twists and turns, even if they don't make much sense. He loves pirate tales and as a kid he would always put himself in the stories as Captain Luffy!

Zoro: This man does not read. However, he's always enjoyed action stories people have told him - full of adventure, daring fights, the rise and fall of character arcs. It enthralls him to hear it being told to him far more than if he ever attempted to read the same story from a book. That being said, if someone just started telling him a story they were reading, he'd act annoyed but then say, "Yeah? Then what happened?"

Nami: She is a sucker for a good romance. Specifically the ones where the main plot is fraught with danger, action and angst. She doesn't often take the time to read, and will sometimes take suggestions from Robin in her downtime.

Usopp: This boy loves urban legends and fairytales. He's always appreciated the way those stories can be both silly and dramatic, and he'll often recall them on his own adventures, making comparisons from what he remembers.

Sanji: He doesn't really care about reading now as an adult, but it was his escape when he was a kid. He loved to read about far away lands and adventures that involve groups of friends. He's always been seeking that found family dynamic and hasn't even realized he's fulfilled that dream. This is where his interest in the all-blue comes from! Sometimes he's been known to pick up a cookbook and tear it apart piece by piece, scoffing and insulted by how juvenile the recipes are, thinking of ways to make them better.

Chopper: This one's obvious, but the only books Chopper reads are medical books. He likes to expand his knowledge and continue training to best support his crew. He is more than willing to listen to the girls talk about their books, but those stories dont really tend to be his taste.

Robin: This girl loves mysteries. When she's not reading history or nonfiction, she eats up any mystery or drama she can get her hands on. She loves to try and guess the ending, always excited when she's correct. Robin loves to talk about the books shes reading and will gladly share her thoughts on the story.

Franky: He doesn't read anything aside from manuals. He's willing to hear someone talk about the stories theyre reading, but its just not something he personally gets. He'd much rather be working on new inventions, the Sunny, or making his own adventures. He does love to hear a good story from strangers at the bar, though, and will be completely enthralled in whatever they tell him.

Brook: This bag of bones loves nearly any kind of story. He doesn't often make time to read, but he's more than willing to read stories that provide some kind of inspiration for his songs. More than reading, Brook enjoys writing and reviewing the adventures that the crew has logged, reminiscing on their adventures.

Jimbei: Strictly non-fiction and history. He doesn't typically read, but when he does, he uses it as an opportunity to expand his mind. Biographies, informational books about new lands, you name it. He's not interested in reading something fictional, not really seeing the point in it.

[pineappleciders]

Could you do omori x reader thats rich and spoils them with gifts and trips and stuff? 💛Thanks

A/N: i already did this with aubrey but i'm gonna redo her part cuz it was awhile ago

RW OMORI characters with a rich S/O who spoils them

includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, and BASIL

SUNNY

SUNNY hates it

not because he doesn't like gifts or money or anything, but he truly thinks he doesn't deserve it. you can spoil anyone in the world, why him?

he'll get flustered and look away mumbling "thanks" if you hand him a gift

concerned as to why you can just. blow money on him

he'll accept these things, because he doesn't want to be rude, but it's still awfully embarrassing . he has no idea how he scored someone like you

he wants to scream into his pillow whenever u show up to his house with his favorite drink/food

tries to go all out and hand-make you gifts for your birthday and such but he feels bad since it can never out-do your gifts

he's kinda scared you're gonna betray him and you're trying to get on his good side or something, so it helps if u reassure him you just love him a whole lot

AUBREY

she doesn't get it, why would you do something like that for lil old her??

but she cherishes everything you do for her to the fullest extent.

she spends a lot of time at ur house and has lots of sleepovers with u to get away from her own home life

she rlly thinks she doesn't deserve you. like at all

tries to take you places and pay for your meal but she can't do it all the time, so she makes the most out of every date and trip

gets embarrassed if u show up with a gift and just hugs you until she isn't flushed anymore,, she can't have you seeing her face!!

she doesn't have a lot of money so she really appreciates everything u get her, especially food

gobbles on any food u get her or dinner u buy,, she isn't passing free food up!!

KEL

"oh! for me?? are you sure??"

he'll be awfully confused every time you randomly show up with something he's been wanting

if you buy him food or take him to GINO's a lot he'll try to cut down his order to make you pay less but gobbles it all up

gets embarrassed if u ask him if he wants anything else,,, like stop !! spending!!! money!! on! me!!!!

"haha, no, i don't wanna make you pay more... wait, where are you going?!"

he tries to tell u not to get him anything but he is a big growing boy that needs his nutrients. he gobbles up whatever you buy so you know none of it went to waste

he accepts your offers and gifts gladly, but not without hesitation!! he hates being a bother

"hah, i'm supposed to be paying for your meal.." lowkey damages his masculinity

HERO

he's also confused. why are you buying him all of this?? cookbooks??? new, fancy silverware??? paying his dogs medical bills??? what the fuck

he's actually kinda skeptical about it at first,, like what if you're breaking up w him?? are you trying to soften him up so you can backstab him?????

but he realizes that's stupid and awkwardly accepts anything u do/give him. he gets all blushy about it and starts stuttering though

he spoils you back. to an extent because your family is richer n all that, but he still tries to spoil you by getting you gifts and flowers and chocolates and stuff you like/need

it's weird to him because he's usually the spoiler/gentleman in the relationship,, so he's lowkey swept off his feet

he would've done that for you anyway, but now he has to do it extra so it isn't unfair!!! he feels like he's taking advantage of you or something

MARI

she always denies everything u do/get for her,, but she'll eventually accept it and kiss you on the cheek as a thanks

like SUNNY she doesn't think she deserves that kind of treatment,, you shouldn't be wasting your money so fast like that!!

she does love the romantic aspect,, like if you went on a trip together all alone and romantic,, or if you show up to her house with flowers and chocolates and... is that a diamond ring?

it gets her all blushy but she tries to hide it by being devious and teasing u,, then she goes home and goes crazy over you in her room

"oh? is this for me?? why, if i didn't know better i'd say you're in love!"

teases to cover up the fact that she's embarrassed as fuck

BASIL

he's constantly telling you not to spend any money on him

he tries to spoil you back by giving you home-planted flowers and drawings and pictures, but he never feels like it's enough

"really, you shouldn't be spending this much money.."

makes him super flushed if u show up with something he said he wanted,, he didn't mean for you to actually go out and buy it!!!

always insists that he pays for dinner. always

gives u lots of hand crafted things and drawings,, he really hopes you think it's the thought that counts

cherishes everything u give him,, new garden shears? he's going to use these the rest of his life

if u two go on a trip he takes lots of photos of you and the scenery, and has an entire album dedicated to you

[nunezs-stuff]

Yui komori

Likes

Pink

Going outside on rainy days

Disney movies

Cooking

Stitching

Spending time with her sister

Bath bombs

Criminal Minds

Crime documentaries

Strawberry Shortcake

cupcakes

Reading Slice of Life manga

Rose gardens

Wandering around and exploring new places

Singing church songs

Laying in bed

Reading

Warm weather

Dislikes

Being yelled at it terrifies her

Being in trouble

Getting dirty

Extremely revealing clothes

Rats and rodents Etc

When things are dirty

Hot sunny days

Bad days

Horror movies

The dark

Sleeping in the dark

Rewrite facts

Yui taught herself how to cook through cookbooks and and the nuns of the church and

She actually convinced Seiji to buy kianna a phone as well

She taught Kianna how to use her phone

And actually stitched most of kianna's close to save money

She always carries a rosary with her

At all times since she was in the church she was always active helping the nuns helping with charity events so she never wore heels too high or too low

and she actually became worried for kianna since she was always inside so Yui would bring her to help out on the charity events for the church

[tianasimstreehouse]

Grilled Scallops

Sunny and Olivia live by the sea in Brindleton Bay, and love to collect fresh scallops that sometimes wash up on the shore. Occasionally, Sunny's work brings him to Sulani, and he always returns with a bag of scallops from the fish market vendors. Olivia grills the scallops in their shells with butter, garlic and parsley, and they sit out in the summer evening and eat them with a generous glass of white wine.

Category: Meals

Ingredients: Parsley, Garlic* (Vampires), Scallop Shells* (Island Living)

Skill Level: 5 (Gourmet)

Available sizes: Single, Family, Party

Dietary: Vegetarian-Safe, Lactose Free

*REQUIRES the latest version of my TianaSims Cookbook to work* Download this here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/tianasims-64612779

*This food is quite high poly for foods, I have tried to lower the poly as much as I could, but it may not perform with really low graphic laptops.

DOWNLOAD: https://www.patreon.com/posts/78721548?pr=true Milk and Cookies: Now! Sugar Cookies: 7th March Public: 14th March