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Katakuri x Male reader

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• Katakuri loves you, loves you so so SOO much. He wonders how he could be so lucky to have you as HIS husband HIS muse he felt like the most lucky and happiest man alive ever since he met you.

• He felt like he had gotten the most biggest treasure in the world bigger than the ONE PIECE itself, in his opinion.

• He didn't care what ur appearance was or how much you weighed. He would love you and treat you like the royalty you were supposed to DESERVE.

• He would be there to comfort you, protect you, and spoil you rotten. You are the light to his darkness the key to his heart, and he would never EVER let you go.

• If he was on his merienda time, he would have you sit on his lap and give you a big donut for you to eat, too! Sometimes, he glances at you while he is eating his donuts, just giving you some head pats here and there.

• He IS ABSOLUTELY SO HAPPY AND FLUSTERED, WHEN YOU BOMBARD HIM WITH KISSES, HAJBAJSBKWJA.

• Will kill anyone who DARES say anything rude to you! >:(

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Sorry if it's short. But I'm writing a yandere katakuri next, so be sure to stay tuned on that one and hope it is to your liking.

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

"WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS. " he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS, yes, that's right t-this feelings will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

[The end is so fucking random]

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I know this is kinda shit but... THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO OKAY!?

Suprise adoption

Summary: You came back home with a few bruises and some scars while carrying a small child that looked like him. Now you both are parents to said child.

Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader

Content warning: None

Genre: Fluff

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It was a quiet evening, birds chirping, trees swaying a bit from the wind it was a perfect day to relax and do nothing.

Mihawk was reading the news to see if there was anything interesting happening while drinking black coffee.

Until...

SLAM!

Mihawk heard the door slam open, and he already knew who it was. It was his husband [Reader] who was screaming his name with excitement, running towards him with a wide grin while holding something or someone.

Mihawk wasn't phased when he saw him until he saw his spouse holding something behind his back he took a good look at it, and it was a child...? Mihawk raised one of his eyebrows and asked what he was holding behind his back and than [Reader] smiled even wider and showed him what it is and spoke.

"Look, Mihawk, I kidnapped found a child when i was exploring egghead Island, and he looks just like you! isn't he just adorable? Let's adopt him!"

The child was stoically looking at him while crossing his arms together, demanding why he was taken here.

Mihawk looking at said child and to put it frankly, not surprised at the slightest he had a pink bubblegum goth and a moss headed swordsman who had no sense of directions dropped at his and your castle out of the blue so he didn't care if there was another one coming to freeload at his home again.

He was amused by your enthusiasm when you wanted to adopt him, oh well. Whatever his love wants, he will get and do no questions asked. (Wish I had a lover like him fr)

After you had forcibly adopted the seraphim child, You and Mihawk took care of him as if he were your actual child. The little hawk was warming up to you both quickly and started to see you both as his parent figures, and he even called Mihawk and You, his dad, and Papa!

Nothing really changed that much, except you both now have a bio-engineered seraphim child that had an unfathomable amount of strength, but what's the worst that can happen?

Everything

First order of business, You and Mihawk had started working on the murder tendencies that Vegapunk had put on the child instead of wanting to murder everything as if that would solve all problems.

Second order of business try to give the said murder tendency child a normal childhood like like giving him wooden toy swords or a plushie and not make the child feel as if his an object.

Mihawk is a dad by nature he even has the skills and reflexes to prove it too.

Mihawk wouldn't be the spoiling type of parent if anything discipline would be high on his list of parenting the child you're probably gonna be the one who would spoil the child because I mean how could you say no to the little baby-hawk hm? Or not who knows.

Mihawk is a quiet man, and so is the child. While baby-hawk doesn't always communicate verbally, he makes up for it by for example doing some gestures like holding up books for You to read to him or tugging You or Mihawk's leg to point or say if he wants something.

Now imagine this scenario.

it's just that You and Mihawk are asleep cuddling in bed, and then you both wake up to mini-hawk, turning on the lights.

You groggily rubbed your eyes, and Mihawk was a little irritated that mini-hawk woke you both up, and then you asked mini-hawk why he woke you both up and than he said.

"I want to sleep with Dad and Papa"

Mini-hawk said stoically while keeping a serious face on and holding his favorite toy sword you bought for him.

You then cooed at the child and scooted over and patted the bed, letting him sleep in the middle, and You and Mihawk started sleeping while also cuddling the child in the middle just a happy gothic family bond.

All in all, it was just You, Mihawk, and your little child goth, and he wanted nothing more than that.

The world's strongest swordsman, the cute house husband, and the little baby swordsman, what a chaotic yet beautiful happy family, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry if it's short. This is all I could think of...

Everyday mornings...

Summary: Every day mornings with your husband Mihawk.

Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader

Content warning: None

Genre: Fluff

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You stir slowly from sleeping with a soft inhale, shifting amongst the warm, cotton covers that never fails to get tangled between Yours and Mihawk's legs.

The morning chill that settles over the castle hits your shoulder as it peeks out from the sheets, and you shiver, trying to tuck the fabric back up for warmth.

With a bleary crack of your eyelids opening, now roused beyond the point of falling back into slumber, they train onto the first thing in your line of sight.

And, oh, what a sight this was.

A smile starts forming from the corners of your mouth, gazing softly at your lover beside you.

His face is serene, his brows normally furrowed in thought and concentration, now smooth and relaxed. A dangerous man, yet so handsome in his slumber.

Seeing Mihawk your beloved like this, asleep and at peace beside You, his hand had unconsciously finding and pressing against the skin of your hip for contact, was something you’d never forget and had You blushing slightly.

No person disturbing him, his breathing even and deep. Slumber holding him tightly.

"Good"

You thought, he certainly needed it.

Waking before the legendary swordsman is quite a rarity.

He keeps strange hours,training and finding other ways to occupy his time around the castle when he isn’t out sailing the seas, and often rises early to tend to the garden. And so, you don’t squander this moment to gaze upon him with reverence.

Eventually, as if he can feel your stare on him, his eyes blink open, regarding you with a tenderness that has your heart beating hard.

A low hum emanates from Mihawk's mouth, and one hand reaches up to slowly caress your smooth cheek.

“I’ll never get enough of this…”

His muttering was breathy as he stirs.

“Waking up and seeing such a lovely sight before me.”

You scoff, gently pushing his arm, but can’t help but agree to the statement.

“Getting sappy in your old age, hm dear?”

There’s something in the way Mihawk looks at You, thoughtful and quiet.

“No. I'm just being honest with you, Mi amor~”

“Well ill be…”

You hummed, amused, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.

“I managed to make an honest man out of you after all this years, i guess being married to you was worth it after all.”

You could feel the smirk on his mouth as you leaned in for a second, and then a third kiss.

He lingers, savoring the feeling just a moment more, before rising with a groan from the bed.

There’s so much to do today, but you looked forward to it every single second of it.

And if it means seeing your husband's sexy and handsome face every day. ;)

(Wink wink nudge nudge)

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I MADE ANOTHER MIHAWK FLUFF BECAUSE I LOVE THIS DILF OF A MAN AAAAAAAAH! Btw I hope you liked this. I had to rewrite this a bunch of times in my notebook, but it was worth it.

– Burning with obsession

Yandere Sanji x Male Reader

Summary: You're not sure if you even feel safe with your boyfriend Sanji anymore, and you're very concerned with his behavior with you.

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The Going Merry rocked gently on the waves, the moon casting a silver glow over the deck. You stood alone, leaning on the railing, lost in thought. The sea was calm tonight, yet something felt off—a strange tension in the air that you couldn’t quite place.

“Y/N, you’re out here late”

Came a voice, soft and smooth, but with an undercurrent of something that sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Sanji”

You greeted, trying to keep your voice steady as the cook approached. You could feel his presence behind you, closer than usual, the warmth of his body almost palpable. He had always been attentive, but lately, his attention felt more intense, more suffocating.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone”

Sanji said, his voice dripping with concern as he moved beside you.

“Anything could happen, and I wouldn’t be there to protect you.”

You glanced at him, trying to read his expression. His usual charming smile was in place, but his eyes—the way they locked onto you with an almost predatory focus—made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

“I can handle myself, Sanji. You don’t need to worry about me so much.”

His smile faltered for a brief second, and then it was back, wider, almost forced.

“But I can’t help it, Y/N. You mean so much to me. The thought of something happening to you… it drives me crazy.”

You swallowed hard, the word “crazy” echoing in your mind. Lately, Sanji had been growing more possessive and more insistent on being near you. It was flattering at first, but now it was starting to feel like too much, like he was always watching, always there.

“Sanji, I appreciate your concern, but I need some space,”

You said, trying to put some distance between you both.

“You’re always looking out for me, but it’s… it’s overwhelming.”

Sanji’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you saw something in them that made your blood run cold—something obsessive, something dangerous. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual adoring gaze.

“I’m sorry, [Name]”

He said, voice softening as he stepped closer, closing the distance you’d tried to create.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just… I care about you so much.”

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, too firm, as though he feared you might slip away.

“You’re the most important person to me. More important than anything else.”

You tried to pull your hand back, but Sanji’s grip tightened, holding you in place. His eyes bore into yours, the intensity in them making your heart pound.

“S-Sanji, you’re hurting me.”

He blinked, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his face. Then, as if realizing what he was doing, he released you, stepping back with a strained smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

You rubbed your wrist, unease settling in your stomach. The way he was acting, the way he was looking at you—it wasn’t right.

“Sanji, I think you should get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Sanji’s smile remained, but there was a glint in his eyes that made your skin crawl.

“Of course, Y/N. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against your cheek in a gesture that felt more like a claim than a kiss.

“Sleep well, my love.”

As he walked away, disappearing below deck, you exhaled, realizing you had been holding your breath. Something was very wrong, and you knew you needed to be careful. Sanji’s affection had crossed a line, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

That night, as you lay in your hammock, the memory of Sanji’s eyes lingered in your mind, and for the first time since you being his boyfriend, you didn’t feel safe.

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This yandere oneshot delves into a more intense and unsettling version of Sanji. :D I tried my best, lol. Did u like it? :3

– How could this happen?

Yandere, OOC?, didn't know where the plot would go, reader is deaf, shitty ending, and other warnings I don't know blah blah blah...

Trafalgar Law x Gender Neutral Reader

Symmary: Basically, you have somehow ended up in the One Piece universe, but you're deaf and only use sign language, but luckily, you had joined Trafalgar Law's and his crew the Heart Pirates and you had joined! But something about Law isn't right...

Btw thank you, kiyoahdiy, for this idea credits to them and but I had a hard time writing this since it was hard coming up with this story would go, so I especially hope you liked this!

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Waking up to the familiar sensation of the ocean’s rhythmic sway beneath you, you had to remind yourself—yet again—that this wasn’t some strange, vivid dream. You really had ended up in the world of One Piece. The sight of the bright, open sea stretching endlessly around you was beautiful yet disorienting, a constant reminder of how surreal your situation was. What had started as a normal night back in your world had turned into a reality where you found yourself stranded in this dangerous yet exciting universe.

At first, you had struggled, not just with the shock of being thrown into this pirate-filled world but also with how to communicate. Being deaf meant that you couldn’t hear the chaos around you, and your way of communicating—sign language—was foreign to everyone here. You had felt more isolated than ever.

That was until you met Trafalgar Law and his crew.

The Heart Pirates, initially wary of your sudden appearance, had quickly taken a liking to you. Bepo, the giant talking mink, had been the first to show interest in learning how you communicated, his wide, fluffy paws trying their best to mimic the signs you taught him. Penguin and Shachi followed, eager to help bridge the gap between you and the rest of the crew.

And Law… Law had been watching you closely the entire time. From the moment you stepped on his ship, his amber eyes had never strayed far from you. He was quiet, calculating, as though he was studying every aspect of you—not just your movements but the very essence of who you were. It had unnerved you at first, but you’d quickly chalked it up to his nature. Trafalgar Law was a brilliant tactician, always thinking ahead, always planning. You had assumed his interest was nothing more than that of a captain trying to understand a new crewmate.

It wasn’t until one fateful night that you realized there was much more to it.

•~•

The crew had been sitting around the deck after a long day, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the air—though you could only see their smiles, their body language giving away the friendly banter. Bepo had sat beside you, signing clumsily about the day’s events, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his efforts. It felt nice, like you were truly part of the crew.

That’s when Law appeared, as he often did, quietly, his presence casting a shadow over the lighthearted mood. His expression was unreadable, a subtle frown etched across his face as he glanced briefly at the crew before turning his focus solely on you. Without a word, he motioned for you to follow him.

You hesitated, wondering what could be so urgent, but ultimately complied, rising to your feet and trailing behind him. Law led you to the far end of the ship, where the noise of the crew faded, leaving the two of you alone under the stars. The sea breeze was cool, and for a moment, you simply stood there, watching the moonlight dance across the waves.

Law turned to face you, his usual gruff demeanor replaced with something almost… vulnerable. He pulled out a small notepad, something he often used when words weren’t enough to communicate with you, and scribbled something down.

"I want to learn more."

He wrote before flipping the paper around for you to see. You had blinked in surprise. You had been teaching the crew basic sign language for weeks now, but Law had always stood on the sidelines, watching with that intense gaze of his. Yet he never seemed interested in joining.

Before you could sign a response, Law continued writing.

"But I want you to teach me. Alone."

Your heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t like Law. The captain was always distant, calculating, rarely showing any signs of personal interest. Why now? And why alone?

You nodded cautiously, curious but unsure of his intentions. You began showing him some basic signs, expecting him to struggle as the others had, but Law, true to his reputation as a quick learner, picked up the language with ease. His movements were precise, controlled—just like him.

The two of you spent hours like that, the rest of the crew long asleep, as you taught him more and more. And the more he learned, the closer he seemed to get. Literally. His presence was starting to be overwhelming, the space between the two of you growing smaller with each passing moment. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, and every time your hands brushed during a sign, a strange tension built in the air.

Eventually, Law stopped signing, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. His expression shifted slightly, his usual cold exterior softening ever so subtly.

And then he signed something with his that made your heart stop.

“Be mine.”

You froze, your mind racing to comprehend what you had just seen. Your eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if you had misinterpreted his signs, but Law’s gaze was unwavering, his hands still poised in the air, waiting for your response.

You had never considered romance to be a possibility in this world—especially not with Trafalgar Law. He was always so focused, so guarded. And you? You had resigned yourself to thinking that love was out of reach, that surviving in this world was all you could hope for.

But here he was, asking you to be his... his lover...

You hesitated, a million thoughts running through your mind at once. Was this real? Could you even trust him? Law was powerful and brilliant, but he was also ruthless. You had seen firsthand how he commanded his crew with an iron will, how he controlled every aspect of his surroundings. Was this just another form of control?

Yet, despite the uncertainty, despite the unease swirling in your gut, you found yourself smiling. Something about the way he was looking at you, the vulnerability hidden behind those amber eyes, made you want to believe that this was genuine.

You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your doubts, and as you had blushed a bit as heat was coming in your face as you signed.

“I accept.”

For a moment, Law’s expression didn’t change. He simply stared at you, his face unreadable. But then his eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a small smirk as his brows had furrowed. He looked almost…pleased? As if he knew you would accept... Or perhaps something deeper, something darker was lurking behind his gruff exterior.

He stepped closer, his presence now fully overwhelming, his eyes piercing into yours with a possessive intensity. You had sealed your fate, though you didn’t realize it at the time. The moment you accepted his confession, the moment you agreed to be his, you had unknowingly surrendered to something far more dangerous than you could have imagined.

-(So how's your day been...?)- XD

From that point on, Law’s possessiveness became suffocating. It wasn’t obvious at first. To the crew, things seemed normal, but you could feel the shift. He would always be nearby, watching, waiting. If you spent too much time with the others, even if it was something as innocent as teaching Bepo a new sign, Law would find a way to interrupt, his hand resting on your shoulder as a silent reminder of his claim over you.

It became clear that Law didn’t want anyone else near you—not even his own crew.

One evening, while you were sitting with Penguin and Shachi, showing them some new phrases, Law appeared as if from nowhere. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, arms crossed, his expression as dark as the night around you. The others quickly picked up on the tension and made an excuse to leave, but you could see the worry in their eyes.

As soon as they were gone, Law pulled you aside, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes burned with something intense, something you hadn’t seen before.

“They’re not important”

He sighed quickly, his movements sharp and precise.

“You are important. Only to me.”

You frowned, signing back that the crew mattered, that they were your friends, and was also Law's crew, but Law’s gaze darkened.

“I don’t care”

He sighed as his hands moved with frustration as he was signing with his hands.

“No one else gets to be close to you. Just me.”

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. This wasn’t love—it was obsession. And you were trapped in the middle of it.

•~•

The final straw came when the Heart Pirates met up with the Straw Hat crew. Luffy, in his usual carefree manner, had approached you, all smiles and curiosity. He tried to communicate with you, his wide eyes filled with excitement, but before you could even sign a greeting, Law was there.

His hand gripped your arm tightly as he stepped between you and Luffy, his eyes cold and dangerous.

“Strawhat-ya”

He said, his voice low and threatening.

“Back off.”

Luffy blinked, confused, but shrugged it off, turning his attention elsewhere. But you could see it—Law’s possessiveness was spiraling out of control. No one was allowed near you. No one but him.

That night, as you lay in your bunk, you realized the truth. Law didn’t love you—not in the way you had hoped. He was obsessed, consumed by the need to control every aspect of your life. You had thought that joining the Heart Pirates would give you a chance to survive, a chance to live in this dangerous world.

But in accepting Law’s love, you had sealed your fate. You weren’t just part of the crew. You were his prisoner.

And no matter how hard you tried to escape, no matter how much you wanted to be free, Law would never let you go. You were his, and he would make sure no one else ever came close to you again.

As Law had kissed you, and the kiss was nothing more on how much he loved you... in a sick and twisted way. The kiss was how Law had held your waist so tightly as if he didn't want to let go...

As the two of you kept kissing as after a few more moments of passionate kissing, Law had said something that made your spine chill.

"You're mine (M/N)-ya and mine alone."

And as Law gave you one more kiss on the lips, you could see the smirk on his face as if he knew he was right.

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Yeah, this was hard to write, especially with school and how i could barely think of the plot, too, and sorry if it had been a long time as I posted... again...

Irresponsible

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

Law hated it—the carelessly and inconsiderate behaviour towards you, from your friends and Captain, who—Law had knew it all along, wasn't the right person for you—has a nonexistent and illogically mindset of thinking—and overall, Law simply hated it.

Since their start of Alliance on Punk Hazard, then during Dressrosa—and what happen on Cake Island, only being told about it—all the way to the here and now, Wano—your crewmates seemed, either purposely or unintentionally forgetful, to ignore your problem of health and denying you the medical attention you (desperately) needed.

This all lead up to the current situation, where you continue to push through—going way beyond over your own limits again—without a break, discarding your own health too—and came, after collapsing more than just once, close to dying. A repeat of the last few time.

Law watches you, how you stumbled towards him—unconsciously and out of focus, having just won one of the many final fights—against Kaido, his henchmens and Big Mom—yourself, which left you more than just bloody and beat.

Before you were even close enough to Law, your knees buckled in—falling forward, eyes rolling backwards and face scrunching up in pain—and Law had barely time to catch you.

Picking you up, Law carried you behind a broken stone wall—propping you against it and put his coat on you, to keep you warm.

Law checked your pulse, it was faint—unnoticeable even—but still there. The symptoms, just a few of many, were clear; short rapid breathing, sweating and shivering.

Your blood sugar levels had reached the lowest point. Probably having dropped to Zero by now. If that's the case and Law as a Doctor knew it was, he needs to inject you at least around four doses glucose—but Law himself has only one, actually two, though the second one broke and left behind a sticky mess in his pant pockets, syringe left—to get you stable enough and bring you somewhere far safer—the Polar Tang preferable.

»d-don't......I don't.....want« you mumbled out, having come back to your senses, weakly pushing Law's hand away from you.

»Shhh, I need to [Name]-ya« Law hushed you gently, moving your shirt upwards—rubbing over your stomach with his hand, giving you a bit of comfort—looking at the faint dots of injections, which begun to build up to an scaring area onto your skin.

You whined out painfully loud, body jerking and rolling over onto your side—holding your stomach after the cold needle left your skin.

Every interjection you had to take, you cursed your body and this damned blood sugar—which had made your life more miserable than those pills—to reduce your devil-fruit ability—you were forced, by mother, to take. You hated it.

Law turned you back, patting your cheeks to keep you awake and you were close to tell your boyfriend off—how this is his sole fucking fault and how you hate him for the discovery of it.

You didn't though, hadn't the energy left in you and minds busy to not vomit any minute—gulping down the rising bile.

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»Traffy! Is [Name] alright?« asked Luffy, voice loud as always and laced with concern for his friend.

Law was honest, when Luffy had appeared next to him—out of nowhere it seems—it did spooked him a bit, only a bit though.

»Strawhat-ya, give me your Syringes.« and when Law didn't received a reply right away, he asked again—harsher now, not having the time and nerves for niceties or to have a conversation with the Strawhat.

Luffy rubbed his neck sheepishly, when Law looked at him expectingly. Luffy knew you kinda needed the glucose at specific times, but he believed you can pull through it without them—like you had all the time before, because you're strong after all!

»I don't have them anymore, they broke during one of the fights, but [Nickname] doesn't need them, he's strong!«

Law had enough. Enough from all this bullshit talk about believe, because believing doesn't solve or cure anything—it's nothing but a false, selfish sort of hope and a nonsense of illogical and ignorance.

His short fuse of stressed nerve and building up anger bursted for final now. Getting up, Law grabbed Luffy by his short collar.

»Are you that incompetent inconsiderate towards [Name]-ya or just plain stupid?! I told you over and over again, just how fucking vital the Glucose is for him! Do you want [Name]-ya so desperately dead? Huh, Strawhat?!«

Law screamed the last bit, vocal cords shaking with furious anger. Dropping Luffy to the ground, Law picked you up again and teleported somewhere, hopefully far enough this time, else.

~~~

Wiping your sweaty forehead and the spilling tears from your flushed red face, Law couldn't tell how much that one dose would last for you—probably not long as your body already starts to fights again against the conscious drop.

Law said it once and he would say it again; Luffy as your captain was irresponsible and soon—not now or tomorrow, but in near future—the cause of your death.

Leaning down to you, kissing you on the lips—Law murmured in a whisper, that everything gonna be alright and that you're feeling better soon.

Law promised himself—and even when that means, being at war with the Strawhats—he would take you away and keep you by his side.

Rules

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Just request something, currently really obsessed with cod modern warfare so... yeah just be respectful and I might as well write for anythinv

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Rape

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I will write

Basically anything that has something male x male reader

As for fandoms:

Check out my masterlist, basically any fandom that's there, but right now I'm obsessed with

Spiderverse

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DC (batfam)

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I will try to let you know if I won't answer your request.

I saw you said you write for One Piece and I was wondering if you would do Luffy(if you write for him) with a sleepy bf

Sleepy head

Luffy x sleepy!male reader

tbh Luffy isn't my favprite character so this might not be as good as other things i wrote but i still hope you can enjoy it . i didn`t know if i should write "you" or "(Y/N)" . Thank you for the request.

It was an honest surprise that Luffy was dating someone, nonetheless a man. Luffy and you were childhood bestfriends. Both of you lived in Foosha Village, although you could say you had it easier. 

Luffy would visit you everyday and literally took you to go exploring with him. You were always a sleepy person so Luffy often had to carry you on his back. Eventhough you were asleep you somehow still listened to what Luffy said and would answer all of his question, even if you didn’t know the answer.

Your relationship didn’t really have a start, he just randomly called you his boyfriend and that was that. Luffy would always cling to you, if you were in public or not, he didn’t care. he would hug you , give you a kiss on the cheek and scream how much he loves you, whenever he seemed fit.

When Luffy set to sea, it was a sad goodbye. You really weren’t fit to go out into the rough sea , so you promised him you would train everyday till you were strong enough to catch up with him.So when you were ready , you set out to sea with your own little boat, trying to find your amazing boyfriend and join his crew.

Luffy had no idea when you departed from Foosha Village but he was patient, he knew you would find him eventually. He, of course, told his crew about you but obviously they didn’t believe him, who would?

You can imagine their shocked faces when Luffy brought back a sleeping boy. of course they berated him that he couldn’t just kidnap someone, even after he explained to them the sleeping boy was his boyfriend. Only after you woke up and told them you were actually in a relationship, did they calm down.

You would sleep most of the time, somehow even while fighting (like zenitsu) and Luffy would always carry you around if you fell asleep while walking. It was an interesting relationship you two had, but everyone could see how lovingly you cared for each other.

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DId you know that Luffy’s name in german is Ruffy?!?!?!

the eternal devotion | roronoa zoro

synopsis: it was suppose to be your head in his hands, not his heart in yours. words: 3.4k - part 1 | part 2

o(*≧▽≦)ツdarling’s note: ok! originally this was going to be all in one but i quickly realize that there is too much to add for it to be one part. i had 3 friends edit this and myself so hopefully *fingers crossed* that there are no mistakes. other then that i hope you enjoy this, it's my baby. part 2 hopefully coming out next weekend or earlier

what i was hearing while writing this: sleeping token <3 i highly recommend listening to - the summoning, jaws, sugar, and chokehold!

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when does a hunter turn into prey? when it falls victim to a trap? or when the hunter no longer wishes to slaughter or fight? it was a frequent question that came upon zoro’s mind when he looked at this bounty. seeing your name with a price, it was any other job he’s taken. every god was the same, every god had taken or stolen from humans. lives, money, wants, or needs all ripped away from the desperate mortals they called.

yet when he stands in front of you, the divine god that he was required to slaughter. zoro was entranced, the wind blowing in the night sky. the moon shining on your figure, your features looked breath-taking even in this lighting. zoro felt his body freeze seeing your pure white coak with multiple slits creating a flowy outfit.

“what brings you here?” you ask, in a friendly tone coming from an immortal being. with the nature of it being around midnight, you unexpectedly didn’t accuse him of trespassing or threatened him with a strike of your weapon. walking down the stairs, wind chimes fill zoro’s ears. the grip on his sword tightens. the nerves he hasn’t felt in years, you’re just any other god he’s slaughtered. nothing more and nothing less.

“i’m here to- '' zoro stops himself, this is where he’ll announce his dramatic entrance. telling the god they would be slain and why. that was until now, you tilt your head, a mortal showing up on your front door in the middle of the night wasn’t the strangest thing you’ve seen in centuries. it still raised eyebrows. you didn't fear the swordsman.

“i got lost, i stumbled upon this place” zoro felt his gut punch him, even the possibility that you would catch his lie would be life threatening.

the fear that you would strike first became stronger the longer the silence between you two lasted. your eyes were captivating, how you stared at him with a glimmer of light. for the first time zoro felt his legs tremble. oh dear, not of fear but of alluring desire he’s never felt before. “poor mortal, let me go find a map for you. i must have some” you turn around. zoro following closely entering your home.

striking you behind your back would make this easy, an easy distraction as you were shuffling through your papers. your home was different from other gods that fall victim to zoro, their homes were filled with riches and gold. marble from all over the land, some of it tacky and some unnecessary. it was never his place to judge what people spend their money on. but was it right when it was the mortal’s money the gods would spend it on? the mortals that pleaded for them to help, to heal their sick children, to make their crops grow during seasons, or to make them drown in riches.

on the other hand you only had barely a quarter of what the others had. your home was traditional, it fit in with the other homes around the town. people came to you in search of help from a friend and not a god. you didn’t promise them false hope nor did you promise to stay. gods had duties and were assigned places. warning them they couldn’t depend on you, with the risk of you relocating at any moment.

“here, take this map. it will take you downtown, they have fantastic views and cuisines” you smile, zoro grabs the map from your hand. seeing multitudes of different trails and names of places. “i have a feeling you’re not truly lost,” you say after he grabbed the map. zoro nearly yanked out his sword to kill you right there and then.

“your earrings, i’ve seen them decades ago at the store here. the maker was one of a kind. he died a few years ago” you raise your hand, caressing the jewels attached to his ear. zoro tenses, this would be the first time a god has ever laid hands on him. “they look perfect on you” you compliment, zoro looks away, glaring at your shelf full of photos. you looked the same age in all of them, still having the graceful presence.

“you’ve probably told other mortals that crap” zoro calls you out. you retreat your hand and look at him, the large scar across his chest. “i haven’t, but if you don’t believe me then i can’t do much about it” you lean closer to him. seeing his scar over his eye. shut closed, the luscious green hair that you don’t see everyday, and the three swords he holds against his waist.

zoro glanced at your direction, seeing your eyes lay on his stomach. the feeding desire in his stomach swirls, wanting to be let go of. zoro was never interested in sex, when given a new opponent that was his ecstasy. nobody could replicate that. you couldn’t be one of lust with your dressing. it was modest, leaving room for zoro's imagination.

you let him go, not wanting to cause any trouble. sending him off with a smile and a wave, zoro held the map in his hand. crumbling it, throwing it to the ground.

why couldn't he do the job?

"the god has been slain" zoro presents his findings. expecting the cash to shortly come after. zoro was questioned about the whereabouts of the head, he had lied. telling them it turned to ash, they didn't question his word as zoro's reputation is that of the infamous god slayer. you wouldn't be the one to be his defeat.

not you. anyone but you.

days later, steps were heard at your front door, getting up from your chair you opened to zoro again. he stood there, his posture straight and his coat revealed more of his chest. caressed by temptation, leading you to invite him for a walk.

"you do know it's not my offering season, zoro" he followed you through a trail of the woods. light bugs revealing the path, the only noise was his own breathing and the snaps of twigs and branches. "but i see you brought me food" you glance at his hands, a few of your favorite foods were in his hands.

your elegant steps, your voice that digs deep into his brain. the dreams of you two felt like a curse, waking up sweaty in his own filth, the familiar swirl of desire left inside him. the barrier between the two. zoro has slayed your fellow gods, left panic and terror in the god's realms yet you don't even lift a finger or carry a weapon around him.

you arrived at the waterfall before zoro could ask a question. standing hearing the chirping crickets, the moon's light shining perfectly on the waterfall, and the terrain was well maintained.

“it’s the most fresh water i’ve seen in decades” you kneel down and let your hand submerge in it. zoro looks at your crouched state. seeing the fishes swim and coexist with the other creatures. “it’s where i go when i want to free my mind” you spoke softly, glancing at the raging waterfall in front of you. the small splashes of water landing on your face.

you leaned closer to see a glowing creature, zoro zoned out before he snapped back to see you had fallen into the water. running after you, you hit the surface of the water. the water made your outfit almost transparent. zoro saw every curve and every detail of your body. zoro blushed and looked away holding out his hand.

“i’m glad the water isn’t too deep,” you chuckle lightly. smiling gracefully as always. the droplets of water on your face, zoro felt his heart skip a beat. why weren’t you wearing anything under your pure white cloak?

“come in zoro” you whisper. pulling him in. the only sound you heard was a yelp before a splash. zoro gets up and sees the distance between the two. he huffs and sees you staring down at his chest. his coat was completely off. zoro’s eyes weren’t any better than yours.

“what are you?” zoro whispers, feeling a pull to you. feet became inches, raising your hand to his cheek. “i’m just a god” just a god like it was nothing extraordinary. “and this god wants to kiss you” you felt yourself lowering your modest persona. you couldn't resist when zoro is just presented to you on a silver platter.

"would you let me?" you ask, pressing your forehead against his. "what are you doing to me?" he whispers, his hand wrapping around your waist. "just what kind of god makes me feel this way?" he feels your legs touch first, the sound of the waterfall covers how quickly zoro's heart is beating.

the cold waters naturally made zoro look for warmth. he waited for the first move, afraid this would be some kind of sick joke you pull on foolish mortals like him. the doubts died down when he saw just how desperate you looked, glancing at his lips.

"just kiss me before i kill you" you chuckle, although what sounded like a funny joke. it was all too real to zoro, if you kept teasing him and kept him on the edge of insanity. he'll have to kill you to save himself and his honor.

pressing your lips against his, zoro felt his eyes widen. the touch of yours, a god's lips on his. he felt the heaven skies and the deep dark corners of hell in that kiss. groaning in your mouth when he put his tongue into your mouth, him gripping your shoulders.

it felt like he was getting swallowed by your grace. your power eating him whole. so addicting giving zoro so little but so much.. he yearned for more of you. the desire for you to feel him, devour him, and make him yours. the soft lighting on your face, your eyes looked into his. your hands never left his waist. holding you close almost like he was priceless.

you rub his waist, placing him closer to the shore. allowing him to sit on the floor of the lake. the wet and sensual night was just beginning. zoro grabs his sword, but you don’t move a muscle.

zoro hated it, hated how you had so much faith in him to not kill you. he was a mortal that was feared by the gods that felt they were invincible. would you allow him to place a knife on your neck? would you surrender and beg for your life to be saved like everyone else?

"you have too many goddamn layers" zoro whispers, a quick slice making most of your layers float away in the pond. more and more of your body was revealed and zoro felt himself gawking at it. looking at your shoulders made him feel childish with how red zoro became.

you grab the sword and set it back down behind him, lifting him up to wrap his legs around your waist. it felt natural but god did he feel embarrassed, the great swordman's getting carried around like he weighed nothing. zoro rubs himself against your stomach, grunting in pain and pleasure. the flow of the water hitting his sensitive cock making him sensitive.

your hand rested on his cheek, staring deep into his eyes. it was like you were hypnotizing him. the taste of your saliva still on his tongue, it was poison and a cure all in one. you made him feel so much more than he's ever had in just one kiss. brushing zoro's hair out of his eye you rut your hips into his crotch, feeling his warm body for the first time.

"are you okay doing this in the water zoro?" you ask him, biting his lobe of his ear. it felt like the other gods in the sky were watching down upon this sinful act. the lust between the two polar opposites. you couldn't care less of what they thought of you. most of them didn't deserve their role, only getting lucky by chance. "well if we do it in the grass, my ass will just be on show for someone that could pass us," zoro complains, you had a faint smile.

"so you only want me to see this ass of yours?" that was the first time you broke the modest persona.. it made you feel more human, making him unknowingly closer to you. the disconnection between his hand to his blade grew.

"if you want me to stop or need a break, just pinch my back" you explained, zoro being confused. leaning back on the rocks. lowering your head under the water, zoro felt your hands grip his thighs. your head pushes between his legs.

"hey! don't you need to bre- oh!" zoro felt your mouth around his cock, licking his tip, taking your time to lick every vein of his. throwing his head back on the soft grass next to him. covering his mouth from making embarrassing noises. zoro rolls his body, gripping your hair. he hisses when you press your tongue against his slit. how the fuck did you know how to please a man so well?

"shit shit shit" zoro tries to resist himself from bucking into your mouth, you liked to take your time. twisting his waist to lay his body on the rocks, supporting him as he moans. soon enough he felt your hands playing with his balls causing the man to almost jump out of the water. zoro felt pure bliss as his cock reached the depths of your mouth. huffing into the inside of his elbow, cursing your name. you pick him up by his upper thighs, angling his body to allow yourself to access his hole, zoro's eyes widen but you jump up from being underwater.

"can i finger you?" you ask, zoro's lips turn into a scowl. blush covering his face. "do you even have the- uh oil for it?" zoro shyly gets out, you lift him up pushing most of his body out of the water. turning him around to allow his ass in front of your face.

zoro was felt like he was going to die of either embarrassment or how hard he was at the moment. the god slayer, the man that brings gods to their knees and beg for mercy, is currently bent over a rock. ass shown to what was supposedly an enemy of his. it felt like some sick fate that brought you two together.

"i don't but who says i couldn't somehow obtain it.." you guided your hand down zoro's back. seeing all types of burn scars, deep gashes, new and old scars. kissing the back of his neck. "i know what you want zoro, but for me to continue you must tell me you want it" you whisper in his ear, he feels your body against his. he looks down and sees his hands gripping the soft grass.

"i want it… is that what you want to hear? just another mortal begging for you gods?" you snicker admiring his earrings that shined just perfect in the night sky.

"1,000 mortals could offer their lives, their dreams, their wishes for me yet they are not worth what you are to me zoro" zoro's stomach sank. looking back at you, you kiss another scar of his. "and what? you fell in love with me after you just met me?"

"i've lived for 1,000's of years, i think i would know what it means to find the one." you stand up. kissing his neck, leaving small hickies on his rough skin. "i don't just fall in love with the first person that gives me some type of attention" you turn his head to look at you.

“i get plenty of that”

moments later, zoro was pudding in your hands. your fingers deep inside him. his groans filled your ears. you insert another finger inside him. the slight push of his body every time you thrust inside him. zoro was too busy blabbing about how you’re a bastard and how good your fingers felt inside him.

“fuck.. i fucking.. can’t stop” zoro looks down between his legs. his cock leaking pre-cum over the grass. your clothes were completely off allowing zoro to finally see all of you. “you’re so beautiful zoro,” you whisper in his ear. finally hitting his prostate head on with one thrust. he silently screams, throwing his head back. your hand slithered underneath his chin. holding his head up.

he sees how your eyes never left his body. not for a second, all your focus on how he reacts makes him more flustered. the pleasure becoming too much where he didn’t care. if you say you love this man you’ll accept his whorish acts. you’ll accept him and his sins.

“i’m gonna cum… shit i’m gonna cum” zoro whines out. your kisses on his neck. breathing in his scent, the pure aroma of sex, zoro moans again when you grip his hair. “my love… my mortal” you whisper. you pour more oil between his ass. hearing the slicking sound of your fingers, he was so wet. his ass taking your fingers so well.

“please.. fuck.. just a little more..” zoro whispers. feeling your fingers hit his prostate again. the drool dripping down his chin. zoro grips the rock for support as he cums. yelling in ecstacy. you continue your pace milking him of every drop of cum. zoro’s felt fatigue hit him, his legs could barely stand on their own. you grabbing his chest preventing him from falling on himself.

“come here, fall into my arms” zoro didn’t protest. laying on your chest back in the lake. he groans, feeling your arms wrap around his chest. “you took my fingers so well,” you whisper in his ears. you had to tread carefully before zoro popped another boner. zoro only responded with a groan, not wanting to give into your invitation.

“care to sleep at my home?” you ask. zoro nods, he'd rather die than let himself explain why he was limping on the way home.

arriving at your home, zoro got set down. you placed his swords next to him, you turned on the water in your bathroom. washing his body for him, letting him borrow some clothes from you.

“it was an offering, it was all they could give at the time” you smile. knowing it would come in handy. zoro thanks you, changing before quickly laying back down. you stand in the doorway, checking up on him once again. “you can stay, rather than standing creepily like that” you chuckle and rest next to him. he sighs and turns his body away from you.

“was it true?” zoro asks. the silence between the two of you breaks. he sees his swords, each filled with the essence of the gods he’s killed. only a reminder of what he was assigned to do. “what are you asking?” you rested your hands on your stomach. staring at the ceiling.

“your whole.. i’m worth 100 mortals shit” zoro whispers, zoro not believing that out of anything in this world to love him. it was an enemy of his. “it was, and it was also 1,000-”

“i get it. message received” zoro brushes you off. he turns his body towards you. turning your head, he sees the glisten in your eyes becoming mesmerized again. ever since meeting you he’s done so many uncharacteristic acts, things he would never do in a thousand years.

“goodnight zoro” you whisper, seeing his eyes slowly start closing. you kiss the top of his forehead. hearing a small snore out of him. if you were asked why you were so attached to zoro you couldn’t answer.

maybe it was you being selfish for a chance or you seeing how battered and bruised he was. zoro was a man that clearly had weight on his shoulders, strength to keep up with and an honor to fulfill. you would be a fool to not know who he was, the slayer that you’ve been warned about after every god’s death. yet you stayed oblivious, ignorant to all of it when you saw his eyes. the bandana on around his arm. the swords he carried and the scar across his chest.

you ignored every sign that came your way. turning your body away from him. not even an hour later, zoro’s shadow rose from the dark. seeing the same sword he used on you to decloth you above his neck. closing your eyes, accepting what lovesick fate you had, moments came and all that came out of it was a grunt of frustration before a soft pat of his body hitting the bed.

silence filled the rest of the night, neither you nor zoro got a wink of sleep that night.

Zoro’s Dare | (Roronoa Zoro x Male Reader)

You and Zoro are walking through the streets of Wano Country, exploring the sights and sounds of the vibrant marketplace. As you walk, you look over at Zoro with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Y/n: "Hey, Zoro. I dare you to not wear underwear under your kimono today."

Zoro raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that you love to push his buttons.

Zoro: "What? No way, y/n. I'm not gonna go around like that in public."

Y/n: "Oh come on, Zoro. Live a little. It'll be fun. Plus, you know you can't resist a challenge."

Zoro grumbles, but deep down he knows you are right. He loves a good challenge, and he's never been one to back down from a dare.

Zoro: "Fine. I'll do it. But if anyone finds out, it's on you."

You grin, knowing that you’ve won this round.

They continue to wander through the marketplace, taking in the sights and sounds. As you’re walking, you’re suddenly attacked by a group of Kaido’s minions.

Zoro immediately springs into action, unsheathing his swords and taking on the attackers. As he's fighting, he suddenly feels a gust of wind hit him in just the right spot, causing his kimono to fly open and exposing his bare backside to the world.

You can't help but burst out laughing as you watch the scene unfold.

Y/n: "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like someone's not wearing any underwear today."

Zoro scowls, embarrassed by the situation.

Zoro: "Shut up, y/n. You're enjoying this too much."

Y/n: "Hey, I can't help it if you have a nice butt. But don't worry, I'll protect your modesty."

You step in front of Zoro, shielding him from view with your water barrier as he continues to fight off the bandits. Zoro can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards you, even as he tries to brush off your teasing.

As you continue through the day, you can't resist the urge to tease Zoro about his lack of underwear, even going so far as to sneak in a few playful caresses on his bare ass.

Zoro tries to banter back, but secretly he's enjoying the attention. He never thought he'd be the type to go without underwear, but there's something freeing about it. And the way you look at him...well, that's a feeling he can't deny.

Trafalgar Law - You fancy me or something ?

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : MR is tending to Law wounds due to an incident that occur and while tending him MR notices a new tattoo that Law has and it is a tattoo with MR name and he ends teasing him about it getting Law flustered.

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

Law didn't need your help. He could tend to his wounds on his own. He's a surgeon, after all.

Yet he says nothing as you do it for him. Letting you take care of his wounds without complaining as you bandaged his arm.

"You should be more careful."

"I am careful. The most careful of the bunch."

"You wore a simple mustache and sunglasses in Dressrosa." You deadpan.

"But did I get recognized ?"

"You had a big mask in Wano with your marks all over your clothes." You continue.

"But once again, did I get recognized ?"

"You're just a lucky bastard, you're not more careful than Luffy or Kid. You're as bad as them."

Law stared at you in shock. How dare you. "Take it back !"

"Over my dead body." You laughed, focusing back on your task.

It's when you began your stitching elsewhere that you saw it. On his shoulder, your name.

"Law, what's that ?"

"What ?" He asks, not registering what you're talking about.

"Why do you have my name written on your shoulder ?"

Oh.

"Why do you think ?" He asks again, a smug smile appearing on his face.

"Is this a real tattoo ?"

"It is."

You stare at it for a moment. The font is thin, linear, all in sobriety, it reminds you of the one on his fingers.

"Law, why do you have my name on your skin ?" This time, it's your turn to smile.

"I told you-"

"You have me under your skin ?"

He said nothing, staring at you instead.

"What ?"

"You're smitten with me ?"

"[Name]."

"You're into me ?"

Law blushes at your words, embarrassed at the sudden turn of events. It was all his fault after all, he's the one who got the tattoo. He should've seen it coming.

"I'm plaguing your mind ?" You kiss his cheek.

"Stop it."

"I make your little heart beat faster ?" You say, placing your hand on his heart, imitating his heartbeat.

"[Name]." He glared, cheeks still red.

"You love me ?" You continue, nudging him with your chest.

He bit his lips, embarrassment all over his face.

"Of course."

Your Honor

Pairing: Corazon x m! reader

Word count: 1k

Content: Kinktober smut for the prompt "Praise"

Notes: bottom... bitch...

∥ M.List ∥

“Strip for me.” You ordered, cock in hand as you lay on your back watching Corazon who stands at the foot of the bed. 

He was rendered speechless at first but promptly obeyed your words. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor before unbuckling his belt and letting his trousers drop to his ankles. He went for his underwear next, He went for his pants next, and as he did so he dared a glance up at you. You were lying there, enjoying the show and stroking yourself, eyes dancing over every inch of his body.

He wiggled out of his pants and underwear quickly. He set his hat aside as well and then stood naked and red in front of you.

You say nothing for a moment, before grinning up at Corazon, “Very good Corazon, will you do something else for me now?”

Corazon nodded, crawling onto the bed and up to you until he was straddling your shins. His half-hard cock twitched. 

“With your mouth, darling…”

Corazon blushed at your request, almost trying to hide in his hair.  He leaned down and with a shaky hand, he wrapped his scared fingers around you’re length. He stroked it gently, your cock was already wet with precum.

Holding a hand at the base, he dragged his tongue across his length, from the base to the tip before taking the tip in his mouth. You rear your head back and moan, putting a hand to his fluffy blond hair. “Good boy, Cora.” 

Corazon hummed around you, his dick now fully hard from your praise. 

He bobbed his head, slowly bringing the member further and further into his mouth, his tongue tracing the underside of your cock. 

You shift below him and bring a hand to his ass. Your warm hand caressed his cheeks before spreading them. Corazon moaned at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance. 

“Don’t stop.” You smiled, thrusting up into Cora's mouth. Your cock hits the back of his throat and taking him by surprise. 

He didn’t have long to think about it as you pressed a wet finger into him. Corazon moaned while you began penetrating him with your hand. “You’re so good for me my darling. You make me so happy.” You cooed before adding another finger.   “Are you feeling good, Corazon?”

He pulled away from your length with a wet sound, your dick popping out from between his lips, his makeup smudged about. “Yes…” he breathed. 

Before he knew it, a third finger was added, and Corazon couldn’t help but rock his hips back against you, his hands on either side of your abdomen in an attempt to hold himself up.

“do you enjoy fucking yourself on my fingers?” You mused out, enjoying the sight. 

Corazon's face went red, so much so you could see him in the dark. However, his pleasure was cut when you pulled your fingers out. Cora let out a whimper at the loss and gave you an annoyed look. 

“It's not fair if you get to have all the fun.” You tease, pulling his face closer and bringing him into another deep kiss. “Be a good boy and straddle me.” You ordered hands following the curves of his body all the way to his hips. 

Corazon nodded, his face still red and his eyes half-lidded. He climbs higher above you, straddling your stomach with weak knees. He could feel your erection pressing against his backside, almost taunting him. 

“Now fuck yourself on me.” You state suddenly. 

“What?..” Corazon’s heart pounded in his chest. Corazon swallowed as he lifted his hips up and positioned himself over your dick. Use one hand on your stomach for balance and another to guide your hot member to his hole. He takes a deep breath and lowers himself. He scrunches his face as your head pops in. 

He keeps lowering himself on you, impaling himself as your hips gradually meet. His cock bounces against your own stomach, heavy and leaking precum. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of your head. He takes it slow at first, rocking his hips against your own, back and forth as your thighs twitch for friction. 

You watched him through lidded eyes, “God your wonderful Cora.” You moan out. 

Cora let out a loud moan as you thrust up into him, head rubbing violently against his prostate. Heat stirred through the entirety of his being, all of him was on fire. His head dropped and his toes curled as he felt himself approaching his orgasm.

“Touch me, Please,” he begged. 

“Not yet, you gotta work for it.” You tease, breathing becoming heavy. 

Corazon whimpered once again but that didn’t stop him from leaning back, gripping Your thighs behind him and bouncing on your cock. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure scorch through him. He chanted your name over and over again mindlessly. 

You trail a hand across the scars on Corazon’s chest. “Just like that Corazon. You’re so good. You feel so good.”

“Please,” He whined, his movements becoming erratic with each thrust. His moans grew louder and louder,  the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

“Please what?” You grunted, Your own climax closing in. 

“Please touch me.” He repeated messily.

That was all it took for you, to pull Corazon down into a heated kiss, and scratching your way down his stomach.

Corazon panted into the kiss with his hair dancing on your forehead, hips jerking the moment you grabbed his dick.  It only took a few tight, strokes to send him over the edge. He cried out as a thick load erupted from his cock and onto your stomach. He continued to ride out his orgasm, his whole body burning with pleasure.

You soon followed as Corazon tightened around you. You didn’t bother to pull out as you came hard and filled your lover to the brim. Corazon collapsed forward onto your chest, completely out of strength. He was breathing heavily unknowingly smiling all the while.

You wrapped him in your arms and squeezed, kissing him on the head. “That was amazing Corazon, you’re such a good boy.”

playlist : tender by blur

(pre-timeskip) monkey d. luffy x male reader

this was a special i wrote for my fanfic (thats not published here on tumblr) but i realized it could be a good standalone one shot so i wanted to post it hereeeee :) the relationship status is ambiguous, but its obvious luffy and reader have known each other since chidhood/foosha village and luffy really really really loves clinging to reader ! another thing, if u want this could be a soft yandere luffy as well cause hes definitelllyyy showing summ tendencies here lol

“tender is the night, lying by your side. tender is the touch of someone that you love too much. tender is my heart, i’m screwing up my life. lord, i need to find someone who can heal my mind.”

luffy’s first impression of [name] was that he was strong. he looked up to him, he wanted to be as cool as him and as capable as him. how many times [name] had saved luffy’s ass when they were children was uncountable. and all those memories live so vividly in the captain’s head.

and when he made [name] promise that he’d find him in the grand line - made him swear that he’d join his crew and not anyone else’s, it was all so serious. the most serious luffy had ever been in the face of [name].

because to luffy, there would be no reason sailing out to sea if [name] wasn’t by his side. it sounds childish, especially if luffy were to ever verbally say that, but overtime he had realized that it was another genuine sentiment. there was no way luffy could become the pirate king without [name] by his side.

"luffy, stop running over the mud, you’re gonna fall on your face!” [name] worriedly called out from the treehouse, seeing the rubber boy play in their yard. it had just recently rained and all the soil that was surrounding their treehouse was still sludgy.

of course, luffy wanted to play in the mud like the child he was. [name] wasn’t going to stop him, but he could at least warn the younger one of injury.

"come play with me, [name]! let’s make mud pies!”

“no! you’re just gonna get hungry and actually eat them! gross!”

“i won’t- i am hungry though!”

[name] didn’t reply, only leaning over the wooden railing of the treehouse and watching as luffy got himself all mucked up and dirty. somehow, his straw hat stayed clean the entire time. he sighed, fiddling with his own piece of shanks, the cloth on his wrist before smiling gently.

just as he was about to turn around and get some naps in, luffy’s shrill voice started screaming, “[name]! [name]! save me!!! save me!”

he whipped his head around in an instant, eyes widening when he saw that luffy was caught in a mud slide.

"i can't breathe!!"

his voice was getting farther away and [name] jumped out of the treehouse without hesitation.

“luffy! luffy!” he shouted desperately, grunting when his ankle got caught in the mud and he was being dragged into the disgusting substance as well. he jerked his body upwards, wanting to at least see where luffy could’ve possibly been.

and then he saw it — his tiny palm waving frantically around in the air. [name] grit his teeth, twisting his body every which way to break out of the sticky grasp the environment had on him.

"[name]-” the boy’s scream was cut off and the sound of coughing began to fill his ears.

”luffy!” he grabbed a vine that was on the side of a tree and ripped it off, unlocking a newfound strength in himself to save luffy. he threw it right into luffy’s palms and tugged as hard as he could.

he dug his heels into the ground, his jaw clenched as he put all of his strength in pulling luffy out. and when he finally did, the first thing he did was wrap his arms around the boy’s torso.

"can you breathe?! are you okay?!” he frantically asked, patting the boy’s back in case anything was lodged in his chest - hindering his breathing. but luffy just collapsed into his arms and began wailing.

“i thought i was going to die, [name]! thank you!!”

[name] protectively wrapped luffy up in his arms, hugging him as tight as possible as he tried to reassure himself that luffy was alright. and he steadied his breathing, allowing luffy to cry into his arms for however long he wanted.

“you stupid idiot, don’t ever play in mud again!” he scolded luffy, pushing away the black locks of hair out of luffy’s face. he grimaced when he felt how dirty his hair felt, reminding himself to bathe with luffy to ensure all the grime was washed out.

and despite luffy’s face almost being completely covered in mud, he still flashed that bright smile, “you saved me, [name]! thank you!”

[name] blinked a couple of times before laughing, “of course i’d save you! i’ll always be there! just scream like the little baby you are and i’ll come running!”

luffy frowned, hands balling into [name]’s mud ridden shirt, “i’m not a baby!”

“yeah, you are,” [name] corrected, “but it’s alright, i’ll take care of you no matter what! so you get the excuse of acting like a baby! but! only for a little while longer, you gotta start maturing soon, luffy!”

“don’t wanna, that sounds boring!”

“captain’s can’t be immature, y’know! i don’t want an immature captain!”

“i’m mature, the maturest captain out there!”

[name] laughed as loud as possible, finding luffy’s eagerness to please and obliviousness more heartfelt than anything he’s ever seen before.

and as [name] was sitting in the crow’s nest, watching luffy run around the deck whining for adventure, he realized how lucky he got that his captain was still an adventurous, reckless, and immature as he was. he fears that if luffy had lost any of those traits, he’d make for a boring captain.

as if knowing that [name] was watching from above, luffy looked up and grinned happily to see that his e/c eyes were looking at him. in a second, he stretched himself up to where [name] was and crashed into his chest.

“don’t you want to go on more adventures, [name]?” luffy asked, rubbing their cheeks against one another. the grin on his face could be felt along [name]’s skin. his rubbery, but soft, skin was already making [name] crack into a smile of his own.

“yes, i want to go on more adventures, but we need to find an island for that to be an option,” [name] reasoned logically, making luffy’s smile turn into a frown.

“but i wanna go now! can’t you take us to an island?!”

“it doesn’t work like that, luffy!”

“it so does, you liar!”

“you’re right it does, i was lying!” [name] grinned, laughing as luffy began play fighting with him. “but aren’t you on an adventure right now?”

luffy paused, stilling in his fake attacks as he mulled over the question. then his signature grin came back onto his face, “i guess i am!”

“what makes you say that?”

“if you’re here, i’m on the best adventure!” luffy sincerely, and unapologetically, shouted.

[name] was shocked at first before his expression melted into a loving stare, “i feel the same way,”

“good! it’d be wrong if you didn’t!”

luffy calmed down from when he was running around on the deck. he still had [name] wrapped up in his arms, but the man wasn’t fighting against his embrace. so he only tightened it further.

“i’m really, really, really, really, really happy you’re here, [name].”

luffy’s statement came out of nowhere, but [name] didn’t bother showing his surprise. he simply let luffy continue on.

“i don’t ever want to be seperated from you again,” luffy said, out of nowhere his voice was now trembling, “you’d leave and leave and leave and then i never knew when you’d be back — if you’d even come back! and i don’t want that ever again…don’t ever leave me again!”

[name] frowned, fists clenching at his sides as he heard luffy’s shaky voice.

“and then you left for three years and there was no way i could talk to you, you and ace left me by myself! but you promised me we’d find each other, so i knew you’d come back! and now that you’re back, you can’t ever leave again,” luffy tightened his hold on [name], nuzzling his now cold nose into his neck. it had turned cold due to the sudden rush of tears that were clouding his vision.

“no! no! don’t take him away! don’t take [name] away!” luffy shouted, fighting against the uniformed men. his fists were pathetically pounding into their legs, his cries filling the night air.

“[name]! don’t go! please, don’t go!!"

for [name], those cries that came from luffy lived in his mind on repeat. whenever he’d have to leave, against his will, luffy would wail and cry until he was too far that he wasn’t able to hear him. he’d never make luffy suffer like that again, he’d sworn it to himself.

he was supposed to be the one protecting him, not causing him pain. no more suffering would come to luffy, if [name] could help it. he’d never have to cry for him again.

“i won’t let you leave, i won’t let anyone take you away — never again!” luffy said stubbornly, his teeth grazing the flesh of [name]’s shoulder.

the captain never got sentimental like this — nearly coming to tears for apparently no reason. but, it was not a secret that he had an unseen side to himself when it came to [name].

it was a side that no one else on the crew had really witnessed for themselves (yet). a side of vulnerability that only [name] was capable of bringing out. it was like the way [name] could command luffy stop stealing food off of other people’s plates and the captain would listen (for a solid 5 minutes, then he’d have to cave in and steal more food for his stomach).

“i won’t leave, luffy.” [name] said in a determined tone, “no one is going to take me away. i belong here with you, so don’t worry about anyone coming for me.”

“if anyone tries taking you away, i’ll kill them. i’ll send them flying that they’ll never try coming back, ever again!” luffy shouted once more. a deep pit of anger lived in him, a secret that he kept hidden for the most part.

it was a sense of guilt, probably, that fueled it so wildly. the guilt of not being able to do anything when he was a child. so he feels the need to overcompensate now that he has become stronger. if [name]’s position in their crew was ever threatened, someone tried taking him away, luffy would have had years upon years of pent up anger to release.

no one really knew how angry he was. only himself. it was the type of anger he would showcase when one of his crewmates, his nakama, was threatened on a personal level. when he saw nami crying for help against arlong was the one instance he can remember the clearest.

but the thing is, if anything like that ever happened to [name], he doesn’t think he’d be able to control himself. if [name] was ever pushed to the point of begging and crying for help, luffy doesn’t know how sane he could act.

just thinking of how frail [name] was whenever he’d be taken away when they were younger made him feel blood thirsty.

and it was an odd feeling. he almost never feels this way. never so violent. but when it comes to [name], everything is a free for all in luffy’s mind.

ever since he was a child [name] has been nothing but kind, a protector for luffy. and the captain would rather die than fail in protecting the one person who was always there for him.

“ace, quit being so mean to luffy!” [name]’s voice shouted, scolding the freckled man. he ran over to the younger one’s side immediately, collecting him in his arms and creating a physical barrier around luffy and ace.

“you baby him too much! how is he supposed to get stronger-”

“he’s just a kid!!!” [name] would shout, as if the three year age gap between himself and luffy amounted to decades. “don’t be so mean to him, don’t hit him anymore! i won’t allow it!”

“there’s no way he’ll survive in the real world if you keep this up!”

[name] grit his teeth, standing up and socking ace right in the face, “you can’t decide that!!”

“i’m being realistic!”

“you’re bullying him, enough!” [name] spat out, once again gathering luffy into his arms, “i won’t allow you to hurt him any more! don’t ever think about laying your hands on luffy again!!”

luffy hid his face in [name]’s torso, a feeling blossoming in his chest. he didn’t know the name for it and in the coming years, it seems he’d never learn how to properly state this feeling.

but he did know that whenever [name] was nearby, luffy was protected. he felt protected. [name] was, as he is for so many people, a protector. natural instincts make him a self-sacrificial person. if taking a bullet in the place of someone else meant they’d live, he’d jump in front of the gun in an instant.

it was a trait of [name]’s that luffy genuinely hated. not how protective [name] was, but how involved he was in making judgement calls without regards to his own health.

that self-sacrificial mindset that made [name] think more irrationally than he’d ever notice. luffy hated that.

only tiny instances has ever been seen by luffy when they were growing up. taking scoldings and beatings from garp in order to save luffy the pain, shadowing luffy’s body with his own if there was a sudden danger directed towards him, things along those lines that would leave [name] with some injuries or scars.

but to think that this attitude of [name]’s could lead to more serious injuries, or even death, was what made luffy uncomfortable. made him want to punch a hole in the wall. it really, really infuriated him.

because in his eyes, [name]’s life was something more important than anything else. he didn’t understand how [name] could be so careless with something so important to luffy.

the idea that one day, someone may be in a life threatening situation, and [name] would take their place makes luffy’s heart start beating at impossible speeds and his breathing quicken. his mind would get cloudy in dark thoughts. and then he’d have to snap himself out of it to remind himself that he was day dreaming and nothing of those sorts was going to happen any time soon.

he’d make sure of it, as captain he was determined to.

”is he going to be okay, dadan?” luffy sniffled, tiny hands curled into fists as he stared at [name]’s bandaged form.

recklessly, [name] had jumped in front of an animal attacking luffy and took the attack for himself instead. it was a tiger slashing out to draw blood from luffy. [name] had caught the sight from the corner of his eye and ran as fast as he could, hoping to god he had made it in time.

and when he looked down and saw luffy unscratched, he weakly smiled in victory. three slashes were bearing into his skin and making him bleed profusely, but to see luffy unharmed in front of him was enough for him to pass out without a worry in his mind.

imagine luffy’s fear as he had to carry [name] on his back, on his own, not knowing if the ragged breathing coming down on his ears would suddenly stop. the fear and dread he’d feel if he took him all the way back to dadan and it was already determined to be “too late” to save [name].

and the way it would have all been his fault.

now, in reality, the damage wasn’t as bad as luffy had thought it out to be. but he was still only a child. the fact he had seen that much blood was enoug reason for why he thought [name] was really going to die. it was a relatively valid fear.

“he’s going to be alright, this brother of yours is the toughest one of the whole pack of you rabbid animals,” dadan grunted, taking her seat across from luffy by [name]’s side.

“not my brother,” luffy grumpily corrected, tired of people getting the wrong idea. how many times has he had to tell people [name] wasn’t his brother. to luffy he was so much more than that.

as rude as it sounded to his two other brothers, [name] was so much more than a simple title of “brother.”

“apologies,” dadan sarcastically said, “but really, he’s going to be fine luffy, he’ll be better if you just leave him alone, though.”

she stood up, going to walk out of the room and held the door open for luffy. she waited for him to join her side, but he was glued to being by [name]. seeing his resolve in staying by [name], she gently closed the door behind her.

luffy already promised himself he wouldn’t move until [name] opened his eyes.

he wouldn’t sleep until [name] opened his eyes. he wouldn’t eat until [name] drank water — since luffy knew that would be the first thing the boy would need when waking up.

he wouldn’t allow himself the luxury of things [name] was missing out on. especially when it was luffy’s fault he was in this state in the first place.

in the crow’s nest of merry, [name] could only rub up and down luffy’s arm in hopes of calming him down. he felt guilty for being the reason of luffy’s tears, but realized that there was nothing he could have done to prevent them.

the two were too familiar with why he was crying in the first place. they knew that combatting it before the tears would start was useless. luffy had broken down to [name] many times before, especially when they were younger. it would end in sleepless nights and sweet nothings being echoed in the air for luffy’s ears and luffy’s ears only.

and the best way to take care of it was to let it happen. whispered nothings weren't really effective to luffy. he didn’t want to be fed empty promises, he could tell when things couldn’t be guaranteed. but, he thinks, if [name] is the one saying them he wouldn't mind at least hearing them. that didn’t necessarily mean he was listening though.

there was something else he would never pass up on hearing over and over and over again from [name]. it was four simple words. it could be false hope being put into luffy’s head, but he’d believe it for as long as he could.

“i’m not going anywhere,” [name] whispered into luffy’s arms, twisting his body around so now he was properly hugging luffy as well. before luffy had simply suffocated him in his arms, chest to back. but now that they were in a proper embrace, luffy could really hide himself in [name]’s arms.

it was like they were in the treehouse again. in their own world.

“i’m not going anywhere,” [name] repeated more slowly, raking his hands through luffy’s hair and gripping him tight. to emphasize the fact that this was a promise that he’d try his best in keeping.

to luffy, [name] was not a brother.

“i won’t let you,” luffy said in a stubborn voice, the syllables shaking as they left his lips. “you belong here, only here! you belong with me!”

[name] weakly laughed at luffy’s childish exclamation, nodding his head to ease his worries.

luffy never really got to vent these emotions out, so when did they come to surface, they were almost like a tsunami. they’d drown him in saying things he might’ve not even understood, but felt right to say.

and he’d blabber on about things he might not understand because he knew keeping them suppressed wasn't an option.

luffy didn’t know how to talk about the emotions he felt regarding [name], not in a way that would do them justice at least. he didn’t know how to articulate how protective he felt of [name], so instead as a compromise he’d attach himself to him whenever he could.

if someone tried sweeping [name] off of his feet, he wouldn’t know how to tell other people [name] was only his, so instead he’d yell about how annoying that person was to him and [name].

he didn’t know how to properly say how much he loved [name] so he’d boil it down to thinking [name] was heaven on earth.

[name] smiled gently when he felt luffy bury his head into his neck, tears pouring out of his eyes. he wondered what spurred luffy into being so open at the moment, but he wasn’t going to ask. it wasn’t appropriate and it didn’t matter.

he didn’t care why luffy was suddenly so worried on him no longer being there, he’d only focus on assuring him that he really wasn’t going anywhere. because someone would have to pry his cold, dead hands off of luffy if they wanted to separate the two. there’s no way he’d ever leave luffy again, especially after hearing his worries so vividly spoken now.

sure, luffy would say things relatively similar things to this when they were young. but there was always a sense of uncertainty in [name] when he would comfort luffy back then. he wasn’t sure if he was really going to be able to stay with him. the circumstances were so confusing back then.

but now it’s a clear picture. he knows that there is no way anyone could come between the two. after being pulled apart so sporadically in their youth and then being separated for three years due to [name] setting sail earlier, there was no room for argument in this matter.

[name] and luffy wouldn’t ever be separated for long ever again. [name] would do everything in his power to ensure that didn’t happen. anything to keep luffy happy. anything to keep luffy safe and protected.

“will you always leave like this when we are older, [name]?” luffy innocently asked one night. the two were awake due to the younger one having vivid nightmares regarding [name].

a nightmare that was reoccuring nowadays. [name] would be taken away and then he’d never come back, leaving his status unknown to luffy. and he’d wake up screaming and crying and [name] would be at his side in an instant.

”i’m working on it, lu, i really am,” [name] consoled him, holding him as they bathed in the moonlight. “i hate being away from you too, but there’s nothing we can do abuot it — for now.”

“i’ll get stronger and then i’ll beat all those stupid guys up!” luffy said in pure determination, his eyebrows furrowed together in anger and frustration, “i’ll fight them next time,”

[name] chuckled, shaking his head, “don’t fight them. just promise to me you’ll always be waiting for me when i leave and i’ll always, always come back,”

luffy blinked owlishly before settling on that compromise. he wiggled his pinky finger in the air, right in front of [name]’s face, “i’ll promise to always be here waiting if you promise to always come back,”

[name] paused, thinking of he really should make empty promises. but then he shook his head, refusing to think so negatively and in a pessimistic way when luffy’s smile was bringing nothing but optimism to their conversation.

so he interlocked their pinkies together, shaking slightly as he nodded, “i promise.”

[name] was tender.

in his earliest memories of [name], luffy has known him to only be tender. the tender care [name] would show him, the love that was delivered to him so tenderly. the touch that would ghost over his skin, not because he was scared of holding him, but so he wouldn’t startle him.

no matter what, [name] would always be tender to luffy.

yandere sanji headcanons

sanji x male reader :)

yandere ! sanji . . . is much, much, much smarter than others. sometimes he has a very subtle way of making all your attention be on him, in ways that you don't pick up on until it's too late. oh, you wanted to go to the island the crew recently docked at? that's fine, he had to go into town as well for new ingrediants, but suddenly you "lost" your way into the main town and are now having a cute picnic at the mountaintop. don't worry about the groceries, sanji had chopper and usopp take care of it so you can have this cute picnic! with all your favorite foods too, don't you love it?

yandere ! sanji . . . cares so, so, so much about you and your comfortability. if he has to kick innocent civilians down the street to make enough space for you, he would do it in an instant. he just wants to make sure you're comfortable enough. if he finds out something is bothering you, he very readily jumps at the oppurtunity to "save" you from your discomfort. he's your knight in shining armor and you're his prince. his entire life reputation rides on keeping you comfortably, safe, and happy.

sanji was hovering behind you, a delighted look on his face. he was carrying around a drink that you were drinking, begging for you to let him hold it, so, "your hands don't have to get tired, my love, don't worry, i'll hold it for you," as if holding a cup would make your hands fall off.

him holding it almost meant that you had to turn to him each time you wanted a sip and that meant all of your attention was on him, even if for a milisecond.

unfortunately, when you turned to take a sip from your drink and as sanji was too enamored in looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, neither of you saw that you were about to hit another group of people.

they were holding a small plate of street food which splattered all over your clothes. they were about to begin apologizing profusely, but were interuppted when sanji's curses cut them off.

"hey! bastard, why don't you watch where you're going?! you've just completely ruined his shirt!" sanji defended, hands clenched at his sides as he tried to not completely floor the people in front of him, "apologize to him this instant, you scum!"

"sanji! stop, it's not even that bad," you tugged sanji backwards, the blonde absolutely melting at your touch. the tight grip you had on his wrist was almost enough to make him keel over and begin kissing at your feet as a sign of worshipping you. "please, don't mind him - it was an accident. i'm sorry for ruining your meal, would you like some beri to buy it again?"

"my love, please, don't give these men-"

"sanji, enough," that single word was enough to silence him.

the men didn't want any of your beri, opting to run away before sanji had kicked some sense into them. a single stern look from you to your lover was enough to make him apologize profusely to you, begging for forgiveness at his brash words and aggressive actions.

yandere ! sanji . . . is an absolute sucker in worshipping you. in any way he can, any way that can make you know that he loves you so, so, so very much.

"my beautiful boy, do you need anything from the kitchen? i can make your favorite?" he wants to make sure you know he is willing to drop everything for you. if you're hungry, he will immediately put his skills to work in cooking up the most delicious meal for you.

"my love, do you want me to wash your hair later tonight?" he loves carding his hands through your hair, he even massages your scalp to make sure you find the experience pleasant as well.

"[name], the light of my life, please, allow me to do this for you - i swear i will get it done as fast as possible," you just needed to wash your clothes.

yandere ! sanji . . . who condemns the idea of finding anyone else but you attractive. his shenangians that he used to do towards women are long gone. he still treats them with respect, but it's genuinely the bare minimum. all his shouts of how beautiful they were turned into cries of how handsome his prince was. the shouts of glee that erupted whenever nami praised him were turned into gruff, abrupt "thank you"s. and whenever you even breathe in his direction, he's going down on one knee and begging you to marry him - to make him your husband.

yandere ! sanji . . . has a really terrible habit of only taking things seriously if it involes you. the crew is in danger? he's going to ask if you're with the crew first and if you are - he's jumping to action. if you're not, then he kind of needs convincing. your presence has clouded his moral compass. because if you're safe and by his side...should he even care about those that aren't you? genuinely sees others that are not you as nothing but nuisances.

yandere ! sanji . . . wakes up everyday and acts as your servant. he lives and breathes everyday to please you, to make you happy. he can't imagine having any other purpose in his life, cooking perhaps comes as a close second. but in his mind, he shamelessly puts you first before every single thing.

sanji has a crush you ♡

-> alternative title: sanji's ass is gay as fuck and you gotta deal with his flustered ass desperately trying to win you over.

-> kinda rushed aat the end

sanji is exhibiting normal sanji behavior, cutely obsessed with you and everything about you. he's soooooooooooooooooo obsessed. i'm sorry i couldnt help it. forewarning: if you are scared of obsessively in love men DO NOT READ THIS lmfao (that's a joke, but he is rlly in love w u and overwhelmingly so)

sanji x male reader

— just sanji crushing on you and acting like a whole ass middle schooler with a crush, but not in the "i'm gonna pull your hair because i like you, but i don't want you to know" type of way, rather a, "i, uhm, found this pretty flower that...i think you would like...do you like it :3"

you were lounging on the deck of sunny, basking in the sun beside robin and nami. the three of you were peacefully enjoying the breeze, while the girls were talking about their recent adventures and you happily listening on to their stories.

when suddenly, a shadow covers the sun from hitting your skin. lifting the glasses from your eyes, you grin when you notice that the figure is sanji. and he's looking everywhere but you.

"hi, [name]," he greets in a quiet voice, eyes darting everywhere but your bare torso. if he were to look at your glistening skin any longer, he might just get a really bad nosebleed...it was tempting for him, though. you were so handsome, he'd get as many deadly nosebleeds if he needed to just to stare at you longer. but for the sake of keeping you clean of his nosebleed, he continued averting his eyes.

robin and nami stopped their chatter and smiled at each other when they recognized the flustered look on sanji's face.

"hi, sanji," you said in return, leaning against your elbows to comfortably look up at him, "what's that you have there?" you ask politely,

the blonde jumped at the question, clearing his throat as he finally met your eyes, "oh, this, i thought you'd want a drink...it's your favorite," your eyes widened at that, making sanji's heart do leaps.

at moments like this, he loves being the ship's chef. there was no one else on board that could make you react like this, only his careful expertise as being a chef could do this to you. it made him feel important and his face got redder at that fact.

"wow! thanks! you're like a mind reader, i was starting to get a bit too hot-"

"do you want me to move the umbrella more to cover you?" sanji asked immediately, happy to be of service to you. you laughed at his eagerness, shaking your head.

"i think nami and robin are using it right now, i'll be alright. i don't want them to burn up,"

"oh..." sanji's voice trailed off as he lifted his head to bravely look towards the women on the side, "nami-san, robin-chan, is it alright if [name] uses the umbrella for now?" he very politely asked, shoulders square and head held high.

nami laughed at him while robin took it upon herself to answer, "no, it's alright with us," and sanji was bolting over to lift the umbrella and position it right above you, a meek, but proud smile on his face.

"sanji, you didn't have to," you said softly, but then you thanked him for his efforst in making you comfortable. that was enough to make him burst into a tomato red color. "and, by the way, this is delicious! i love it so much, sanji,"

"i love you so much."

"sorry?"

"oh, nothing!! i didn't say anything, [name]!! i said, nothing!!!" and he was running off before you could tease him further.

he slammed the door to the kitchen shut and then repeatedly hit his head against the wood as he muttered degrading words to himself, "idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!!!"

"well, you are an idiot, we knew that, but now you're acting borderline insane, what's up with you, pervy cook?"

of course, zoro had to be in the kitchen. sanji whipped his head around and screamed at the top of his lungs, "out of my kitchen, marimo!!!"

this made zoro laugh in his face and then leave at his request, muttering something about how love sick sanji was and how obvious he was about it.

— sanji carefully crafted each dish he makes for you, making it look pretty and extra nice. cooking is his speciality and acts of service are his love language. combining the two is the closest he can get to confessing his actual feelings to you.

the crew was lively in the kitchen and you were hidden away in the crow's nest. sanji had drowned you in treats throughout the day, leaving your appetite for the dinner not very big. you assured him (more than 20 times) that you indeed felt full, you weren't skipping meals, and you were already satisfied. that was the only way he let you skip out on dinner.

but while the crew was eating, sanji was still behind the stove. his fingers nimbly moved in decorating the platter very carefully, holding his breath every now and then in anticipation.

"whatcha making, sanji?! extras for me?!" luffy excitedly asked, coming bounding around the counter and standing beside the chef.

immediately, sanji kicked him away and warned him, "do not!! touch this, this isn't yours, luffy! i'm serious, don't even think about it!" sanji looked at the men of the crew, "that goes for the rest of you too, this isn't yours, filthy batards!" and his voice softened as he spoke with a smile to robin and nami, "if you want a dessert, ladies, i wouldn't mind making seconds for you two!"

"it's alright, sanji-kun, just focus on making [name]'s," nami said with a wave of her hand, a knowing look in her eyes.

"yes, i am quite full of the dinner you served already. it was delicious as usual,"

there wasn't a grand shift of emotion on sanji's face as he politely thanked the ladies for their kind words. but then his cheeks erupted in color when he finally caught on to what nami said, "ah! no, no, this isn't for [name]-"

"there's no denying it, sanji, just keep spoiling him rotten and leaving us to starve. even if he is a man just like us, for some reason he's not a "filthy bastard" but [name]~" usopp said in exasperation, eyeing the dessert sanji was making with longing, "we wouldn't expect you to spare us any of that...anyway..."

sanji's red face from embarassmnet instead turned into one of annoyance, "shut your mouth and quit complaining! i'm not spoiling him - he deserves this! he didn't come and eat dinner with you guys, meaning there was more servings for you! be thankful to him! ... and don't call him a filthy bastard!! he's very clean and neat, unlike you guys!"

"ah, yes, lord and savior [name]!" usopp said, clapping his hands together as if he were praying to the man, "i wish he were here right now, though, to save us from sanji's fury, ughh," usopp sighed at the end of his sentence, making sanji's eyebrow quirk in annoyance.

"calling me a god, usopp?" your voice rang in the dining hall, making everyone's heads snap to you. "that's a pretty hefty title,"

"woah, that was just like that enel guy - you came when we summoned you! do you have ears all around sunny, [name]?" luffy asked, wonder in his eyes as he walked towards the door, "you should teach us that sometime!"

you smiled at your captain, allowing him to pass you with ease as he went to blow off his energy on the deck. chopper and usopp grinned at you as they followed after luffy, going to entertain each other. robin and nami walked past with kind smiles, the orange haired girl winking at you. franky pat you on the back, a thumbs up being thrown at you, only making you more confused about what you possibly missed.

brook was singing on his way out, something about young, forbidden love. you didn't see it, but sanji threw his head in his hands in embarassment. zoro was the last to leave, whispering to you to, "fix the idiot cook already, it's getting tiring dealing with his bullshit everyday," and then leaving you with no other explanation.

"what was up with all that," you rhetorically asked, chuckling underneath your breath and making sanji just shake his head in response. "sanji, did you forget to serve that to robin and nami? if you want, i can give it to them?"

sanji shot his hand out, catching your own that was reaching for the plate he was just preparing. realizing his actions, he immediately released you from his hold and shook his head, "no, no, it's...um...it's not for them."

the blonde cursed himself in his head, wishing he didn't become so blubbery in his words whenever he spoke to you. but he couldn't control it! not when you were looking at him so gently, so patiently. god, just thinking about you looking at him made him weak in the knees. because that meant you were just focusing on him. sure, you could be thinking of others things that weren't him (his heart literally shatters at that notion), but in the moment, you were physically turned to and only paying attention to him.

it made him almost sigh dreamily. his heart was already beating faster and his stomach was filled with butterflies.

"they're not?" you leaned over the counter, taking a seat as you did so.

"no, they're," he took in a deep breath, fists clenched at his sides, "they're for you,"

your eyes widened. and sanji internally cursed you for being so effortlessly handsome, while tilting your head in confusion, "but, sanji, i told you you don't need to prepa-"

"i wanted to," sanji cut you off, quickly apologized for doing so, before continuing, "i wanted to make your favorite, just to give you something to eat before bed,"

you smiled, and sanji internally cursed you again for being so sweet, and gently rubbed his arm, "thanks, sanji, you're so kind,"

he bit his lip in content, trying to hide his happiness as he simply nodded his head. there was no way his voice wouldn't shake if he spoke now.

wordlessly, you moved your hand off of his arm and picked up the spoon from the plate. humming in content once the food hit your tongue to let sanji know that his expertise did, in fact, not fail him.

"it's so delicious, sanji!" he was going to thank you, but was cut off when the spoon you had just used was shoved into his mouth. you were grinning at the surprised look on his face, "let's share!"

sanji got a nosebleed. because the gears in his head quickly turned. the spoon in his mouth, which you just used, meant that you two just...indirectly kissed.

his head flew backwards and blood was streaming down his nose. the last thing he saw before passing out was your worried face above his own.

— sanji often times thinks he looks like an idiot pining over you. he just feels so awkward. he cannot mess this up or else his life might seriously just cease having meaning. he's never felt so serious about someone before. it was always fleeting thoughts of how someone was attractive in his eyes. now, with you in front of him everyday, looking like an actual angel (or handsome devil, both are fitting, he thinks with an odd smile). he just can't help his thoughts from running wild. what if after your pirate adventures, the two of you settled down together? happy. near some shoreline, not a worry in the world. sanji just catches himself thinking of a future with you in it, despite the two of you not even dating or being remotely romantic towards one another...not yet, at least.

it was nighttime and the both of you were on night watch. you were scheduled to be in the crow's nest and sanji confidently took it upon himself to join you out of courtesy. in the crow's nest, you were looking out at the calm sea while sanji was just looking at you, admiring you.

"sanji," you called out, your eyes still trained on the sea, "you've been staring at me for the past 10 minutes,"

the man gulped nervously, wondering if this would be the moment. the moment he finally confessed to you. it's been long enough for him to be sure of his feelings (he was in love with you), this was the perfect setting - just the two of you, and it was all calm.

but what if you rejected him? then his heart would be laid out in front of you, you wouldn't reciprocate, and then you'd have to sail together for however long needed, knowing in the back of your mind. he would know you didn't like him back and you would know that he one-sidedly liked you.

it was too painful of a loss. that was the main reason why he hasn't ever thought about pursuing his confession to you.

"make it 11 minutes now," you chuckled, finally turning your head to him and examining his confused features, "what are you thinking about, sanji?"

you. he bit his tongue to prevent that single word from slipping past his lips.

"nothing," he said quickly, maybe too quickly.

out of nowhere, your hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him in close. he turned rigid at the action immediately, turning into a stiff statue as you stared right into his soul.

"why're you lying to me?" you asked quietly and sanji almost collapsed into your lap and began begging for forgiveness. you, obviously, weren't actually mad or annoyed at him for his little white lie, but sanji didn't want you thinking he lied so easily.

that wasn't a good quality to have as your boyfriend, your lover. so sanji quickly said, "i'm sorry," with a weak tone and looked right into your beautiful e/c eyes with nothing but sorrow.

you could so easily spur an immense amount of strong emotions from sanji. he felt like he was being played like a toy. but, also, he didn't mind. not if it was you. he didn't mind a lot of things if it was you.

"sanji, why do you treat me so differently?" you just saying his name made him feel like he wanted to just collapse on your lap and stay there. be nurtured by you.

"i don't mean to," he answered, "i really don't. i can stop, if it makes you uncomfortable, i'll stop,"

you shook your head and sanji felt some strands of your hair brush against his skin. goosebumps formed at those points. even the strands of your hair made him react so vicerally to you.

"no, that's not what i meant," finally, you released your hold on his neck and leaned back to create a more comfortable space between you two. unconsciously, sanji leaned in towards you. "i mean, have i done some amazing thing to you before? it kind of feels like you're making some thing up to me, like you're repaying a debt..." your voice trailed off awkwardly, "you don't have to act so doting to me, sanji, for whatever reason - especially if it's to repay a debt. i don't want you stressing about something silly like that,"

what? sanji was confused. you thought, this entire time, he was just being nice to you to make up for something. there's no way. he wondered how oblivious you had been ot his advances. have you been unaware this whole time? was he perhaps not acting as obvious as he thought he was?

that was slightly comforting to think about, if that was the case. but also a part of sanji felt as if he failed. he was pursuing you. behind all his blunders of stuttering words, unhealthily red faces - he wanted you to know that he was pursuing you. he wanted to hint at his feelings so you could hopefully pick up on them.

"that's not why i act the way i do," sanji carefully said, watching your reaction. and when your face twisted into confusion, he urged himself to take this chance to continue, "i wanted you to know...want you to know, i mean, that i really, really, really..." he took in a deep breath, offering a weak smile, "i really like you, [name], and i was too scared to tell you like i am now, so i was catering to you to hopefully make it obvious. well, i see how ambiguous that my actions are now and i wish i had done it different so i could properly have wooed you, but, it's too late for that. i wish i had done it more-"

he was cut off when you suddenly moved forward and pressed your lips to his. he melted into your touch immediately, his body reacting so naturally to yours. his eyes fluttered shut, intenally sighing in relief at how his confession did in fact work out in his favor.

and it took a lot out of him to move away from you, but he did need air to breathe, unfortunately. if only he could just breathe you in and live off of you alone.

he sighed, chest heaving as he really wrapped his head around what just happeneed.

"i know," you said softly, a smile on your handsome face that was literally captivating him, "i knew, i mean. just wanted to hear you say it,"

sanji blinked. were you...taunting him? no, teasing was the more appropiate word because you weren't hurting him with your words. but your mischevious grin and glint in your eyes did tell him that you were in fact teasing him.

"uhm, you knew?" he repeated, making you chuckle and pinch his cheek lovingly.

"i wanted you to confess to me," you clarified, leaning forward and playing with the strands of his blonde hair around your finger, "i though you'd sound cute confessing," you leaned in further, lips ghosting over his, "and you did,"

sanji's face was exploding a dangerous shade of red. god, this was so embrassing. but, your lips were on his again and he wiped away any self preservation and completely gave himself to you.

you pulled away quickly, speaking in breathy tones, "i like you a lot too, sanji," his heart skipped multiple beats, then started racing even faster when you gently pushed him down onto the cushioned sofa, "been wanting to kiss you like this since i joined the crew,"

sanji was going to pursue more answers, but your hands carding through his hair made him speechless.

"been wanting to kiss you all over like this for so long," you peppered short kisses all over his skin, making him feel like he was on fire.

"why didn't you?" he quietly asked, making you pull away and grin down at him.

at this point, he was completely laid out on the sofa, his legs spread and hugged around your waist as you leaned yourself over him. the hands on either side of his head felt like a cage that he definitely didn't mind being in. with you looking down at him from above, he wouldn't mind staying there forever.

"i liked imagining you confessing to me," you grinned, "plus, i wasn't sure if you were even into me. i heard from the others that you were exclusviely nice to the women of the ship, so i didn't want to bother pursuing you either."

so, you were basically saying that you and sanji could have been together even sooner if he had just showed more obviously to begin with that he was deeply enamored by you.

sanji was cursing his past self very colorfully right now.

"sorry for being so mean to you, though," a bashful apology was enough for sanji.

and he missed the feeling of your lips on his, so he leaned up to meet you halfway, but you stopped him, "do you forgive me?"

"yes, yes, i do," sanji breaths were hitched from how excited and happy he was.

you grinned at his reaction, feeling proud that you were the cause of it, "aren't you glad we waited, though?"

sanji almost shook his head no on instinct. if he could have had this sooner rather than later, he would've taken the former over the latter any day. you saw the way his head stuttered in place, unsure of the right answer. so you leaned down, right next to his ear and sent shivers down his spine by whispering, "cause this is gonna feel so much better now after such a long wait, right, sanji?"

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

rockstar ! trafalgar law headcanons

trafalgar law x male reader ; he might seem ooc but he isn't, trust me. this is how law is supposed to be perceived, i talked to oda himself and sorted this all out with him before publishing.

-> listened to brooklyn baby by lana while writing this...hehehehheheehhehehehehe ps. i think that is my favorite photo of manga law ever oh my fuking godhes so hot.

rockstar ! law . . . did not get famous overnight, but also did not get famous on purpose...if that makes sense. like his ass was up posting his guitar covers on youtube for years before someone reached out to him on joining a proper band. but also he wasn't posting those guitar covers with the intent of getting noticed. he just wanted people to see how SICK he was on guitar (he's a not-so-secret narcisst). but also another reason he posted them was because of you, his boyfriend who he had been in a relationship for a year at that point, was encouraging him to do so. your support for him and his talent was really assuring and fuelled him to be confident enough to post them online. (he was kind of against the idea at first, probably saying romantic shit like, "i want only you to hear the songs i play," but eventually was swayed when you spent many minutes convincing him to)

rockstar ! law . . . when he finally goes on tour with his band, he is pretty insistent and headstrong in allowing you to come with. he doesn't care if he needs to pay out of pocket money to fund your stay with him and his bandmates, he will if he has to. because he's not leaving you for months on end, pursuing the dream that was only possible because of how you supported him through it. there's absolutely no way he's going on tour without his boyfriend.

law's tattooed arms were crossed over his wide chest as he listened to their manager and a team of people tell him and his band about their upcoming plan for their first ever tour.

after the end, when it was about time for everything to wrap up, law calmly asked, "what about bringing significant others?" this makes the executives share looks with one another before apologetically smiling at him.

"sorry, another person added onto the travel, boarding, and all that will not be able to fit into out budg-"

"then i'm not going," law says simply, already getting ready to storm out of the room. but the manager stops him by his wrist.

"n-now, let's not get hasty! this was not something we accounted for-"

"well you should've, i'm not going anywhere without him. i'm not gonna leave him." law states stubbornly, glaring down at the man that was much shorter than him, "he's either coming with us or i'm not going at all."

a silence passed over the room and his bandmates were internally praising law for having the balls to stand up to these powerful guys so carefree like that.

maybe that's what had made him such a good rockstar.

his passions that he was not willing to back down for, he'd settle for his desires being fulfilled or nothing at all.

what they didn't know was that all of those passions were singlehandedly fuelled by his immense love for you.

"a portion of it will have to come out of your pocket, then. we really don't have the funds to bring on another person. so if you can't-"

"i can manage. if that's all, and we're all good. me and [name] will be ready by the designated time and meet you all at the location with all of our things," law easily says, walking out of the room with his broad shoulders being the last thing the executives saw.

"wow, law is so cool!" a memeber, stage-named penguin, said with stars in his eyes.

"don't get any ideas." the manager immediately cuts them off before they can gush further.

rockstar ! law . . . is very openly gay for you <3 doesn't really care that people are expecting him to act a certain way because he is a rockstar, he could care less. he's said time and time again that the only reason these fans of his have the oppurtunity to appreciate him to such an extent is because of you. had it not been you encouraging him to post his covers, he would not be standing on that stage for them to admire. so he can be as shameless as he wants in displaying his affection for you. naturally, law isn't the most into pda, but when he hears annoying people batter him for being so into you, his boyfriend, he feels the need to piss them off even further.

law's calloused fingers were playing with the flesh of your waist as he held you close. it was dark in the after party room so he made sure to keep you secure to his side so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd.

there were a bunch of celebrities that attended their recent show scattered around the room, but he didn't care for them. not when he had you on his arm. plus, he didn't really like these after parties that much - he'd much prefer to be on the tour bus cuddling with you.

feeling unimpressed with the party, he turned to you to feel some comfort. when he saw how you were just taking in the view of everyone, he leaned down to kiss you, surprising you at the sudden affection. but soon, the both of you were just pressed against the wall of the room and blatantly making out with each other. his raven hair was messy by the time you two pulled away from each other and that knowing smirk of his was proudly plastered on his face.

the next morning, the internet were ripping law into pieces for still being in a relationship with you despite having access to as many beautiful women, handsome men, and alluring people that he could have wanted. he was a talented, well-known name in the scene with a handsome face and charming demeanor. he could have had anyone. and some were frustrated, for some reason, that he was still with you.

five years going strong in your relationship wasn't enough for the press to believe he was satisfied and completely settled down with you, for some reason...

he groans the moment he sees the headlines, throwing his phone to the mattress and turning into your side to be comforted by you once again. the only person capable of calming him down still remains to be only you.

"love you," he says against your skin, making you laugh at the sleepy confession.

"love you, too, law. you know i don't care about the stupid shit they say," you comment, making note of how tight his arms were around your waist.

he doesn't acknowledge what you say, only peppering more kisses to your bare skin.

rockstar ! law . . . kinda perfectly fits the rockstar bf aesthetic to a T. he's wearing the leather jackets and the other staple fashion pieces that scream "rockstar boyfriend." it doesn't help the way the clothes so perfectly fall into place on his body. he enjoys matching with you too, even if your aesthetics may not match. if he's wearing a heavy jewlery piece, like a necklace, ring, or bracelet, he buys a matching one that you would like and would be able to style. he doesn't mind discarding his iconic leather jacket for you if you are feeling cold. and of course, he's attentive, protective, and caring for you (and only you) - perfectly fuelling the fantasies many people have of that "rockstar boyfriend persona"

law was not known for being hot-headed. there were never any stories of him giving customer service people a hardtime, or of him trashing hotel rooms like many others in the same genre as him were guilty of doing. his overall attitude was off standish, but polite.

with a slight difference whenever he was seen with you. still off standish and polite, but specially doting and careful when he is with you.

his arm is always slithered around your waist or shoulders and he is always seen attentively listening to whatever it is you're rambling about. his eyes focused in on you, and only you, show that he is blocking out the rest of the world and listening to you intently.

the way he almost, kind of, definitely glares at people that interrupt your time together before he softens his gaze the moment you catch him making faces and scold him. he's completely wrapped around your finger, despite his seemingly intimidating and threatening persona, he's complete mush with you.

his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders as he protectively stood behind you. tonight, the two of you were at the bar and watching the live performance of the local band of the town you were in. due to your begging, he agreed to get off of the counter stool and dance and sway to the music with you.

his arms are resting in front of you as he holds your hands in his, completely engulfing them with the size difference. the jacket around you is practically drowning you as well.

he's rocking you back and forth, occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering sweet nothings to you. your cute moment unfortunately comes to an end though. some drunkard knocks into the two of you and spills their entire pint of beer on you and your clothing.

your first reaction is to take off law's jacket to spare it from reeking of the beverage, but law's first reaction is to push you behind him and size up the guy that knocked into you.

"the hell is your problem, man?! it was an accident!" the man defends himself when he feels threatened by your boyfriend.

law's one hand is holding your own, wanting to make sure you stay close to him some way, while the other is clenched at his side to form a fist. noticing how he was very close to landing a hit on the idiot's face, you pull him back by his shirt, "c'mon, people are staring,"

"don't care, this guy has got his head so far up his ass," law simply says, genuinely not caring at all that people were looking at him as if he were crazy.

"law, let's just go," he turns his head to you, his gaze softening as he turns.

he waits a couple seconds before speaking in whispers, "do you really want to go? i can just take care of him-"

"i do, really. let's just go, babe, it's alright, it was an accident," you continued trying to convince him.

"he could've done it on purpose, he could be a complete, total asshole,"

you laughed at his reasoning of giving the guy a lesson, shaking your head, "let's just go and get out of here."

law doesn't seem satisfied with having to let the guy go without any reprecussions, but if law is anything: he's a boyfriend that listens to his boyfriend.

so he walks away with you close by, tight grip on your hand, and silently cursing the asshole the entire ride home.

rockstar ! law . . . very casually dedicates the most romantic, sensual, loving, etc. songs to you when he is on stage.

"this one is for the man standing at side stage, waiting for me,"

"i've been with the same idiot for 5 years now and this song is for him,"

"this is [name]'s favorite, by the way. so if you don't like it, you can fuck off,"

rockstar ! law . . . who doesn't understand the way some fans really idolize your relationship. he loves you a lot and he's glad that they're accepting of that fact, but why are people on the internet asking him and you to adopt them...? or why are they calling the both of you their "daddies"? he's confused. he at least pieces together that they're being supportive, but he doesn't truly understand what they mean when they say stuff like "i wanna go to paris" underneath his posts of you and him on his instagram.

rockstar ! law . . . whose favorite audience is still you. he loves playing his guitar for you, just in the quiet of your room (when you're finally home for tour) and with you on the bed with his strumming as background noise to your reading, or whatever hobby you commit to.

his fingers move with such familiarity he can easily take his eyes off of the neck of the guitar. he looks at you with such love and care that it would make any onlookers vomit at how sweet he was being.

the song that he was playing was faintly resembling "can't help falling in love" by elvis, with his own personal twist. the moment you recognize the chords and notes, though, you look at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

he smirks, tilting his head, "what?" he'll ask with that annoying knowing look on his face.

"you're so cheesy," you comment with an eye roll.

"oh, don't be an asshole now,"

"not being an asshole, just being honest!"

law puts down the acoustic guitar, walking over to where you were and planting a kiss to the top of your head. clearing his throat, he begins to mimic the singer with exaggeration. it spurs you into laughter at his impression, which he only grins wider at. your laugh still remains his favorite sound in the whole world.

this soft side was only shown behind closed doors with you. and you liked it that way. no one else got to see your usually intimidating boyfriend with his walls completely down. how sweet and doting he actually was. polar opposite to that persona he put on whenever he walked onto those grand stages.

he was just yours right now.

and as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you can smile against his with comfortability. and warmness spreads throughout both of your chests as he smiles back.

and finally, rockstar ! law who definitely gets your name tattooed somewhere on his body. probably on his hands or arms tbh because that is the most visible body part of his that gets photographed and noticed due to how he plays the guitar. that way if anyone wants to take photos of him in his element, they'll see a small part of you that he carries with him everywhere.

"How do the monster trio act around (and eventually get with) their crush?"

☆ - Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro x M! reader.

♡ - guys m'sososososo insane ab these three m'literally gunna explode | also !! jus cus reqs ar gunna be closed, doesn't mean m'won't be uploadin !! jus not takin reqs f'the time bein (❁´◡`❁)

— MONKEY D. LUFFY.

He's so clingy around you, more than he is with anyone else.

Always, always, shares his food with you. Especially if you were busy training before dinner.

He's always around you no matter what. Oh? You're trying to help Sanji cook? He's on the floor watching you. Want to go buy supplies for Nami? He's clung onto your back like a Koala. Want to sleep due to a long day? He's right there in your bed with you.

He's so dorky about it too! Wants to spend every waking moment with you but doesn't know that he has a crush on you, just always wants ta be around you!

He's so jealous without even knowing it. What are you doing hanging out with Usopp when he's right here??

"[Name]..." Luffy groaned, clinging to your back with a sad expression on his face. He had his limbs wrapped around your torso and his head between your neck. "You aren't going to talk with Usopp again, are you?"

You stop walking, staring at him through the corner of your eyes. "Yes? I thought you and Usopp were best buddies, what happened?"

Luffy groans louder, causing Nami to yell at him to shut up from her room. "Nooooo, stay here and talk with meeeeeeee!" He wraps his arms around you three times (thanks to his devil fruit) and starts to shake your body around.

"Luffy— I can't even move if you don't let go of me!"

Luffy looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Why hang out with Usopp when I'm right here?! I should be the only one you have eyes for..." He pouts as he presses his cheek against yours.

Your body flushes. Did... did he realize what he just said?

"Luffy, you can't say things like that if you don't know what they mean..." You huff, trying not to look too deep into what he could've meant by that. Luffy says things he doesn't mean, so you don't want to get your hopes up.

That only seems to coerce Luffy into whining. "I do know what it means! I said it, dummy! Stupid!! You should be mine, not Usopp's! I'm cooler and better and bigger and amazinger and uhm, you're mine because I say so!!"

Amazinger...?

You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, trying to force yourself to calm down while Luffy shakes you repeatedly. "[Name] c'mon, you'll be mine, right? Not Usopp! Cause, he can't cook and he's a sniper!"

"What does him being a sniper have to do with anything? And besides, you can't cook either Luffy."

Luffy blanks for a split second before going back to what he was doing. "I dunno. Doesn't matter! C'monnnnn, [Name], you're bullying meeeeeeeee!"

You hold onto Luffy's arm with a laugh, pressing your cheeks together as a form of affection. "Yes, Luffy, I'll be yours."

Luffy stares at you with surprise before turning back to his usual happy-go-lucky self. "Yippie!! Now, we can do all the things boyfriends do! Like go on dates, and eat together, and sleep together, and—"

As he continues to list off all the things he thinks boyfriends do, you can't help but chuckle.

Not like you two weren't doing that before his confession.

— VINSMOKE SANJI.

(inspired by @/sanjisboyfie 's oneshot ab this tragic little adorable man !! :3)

It took so long for Sanji to realize he liked you because he's not used to being attracted to men.

Thought that every time you complimented his cooking and his heart swelled up, it was just the flu. Nothing interesting or important.

Then, he started noticing how pretty your features were when you were eating, or how embarrassed he gets whenever it's just you and him in the kitchen.

When he realizes he does like you, his mind utterly falters, because... why would you like him back?

Even though there are lingering fears in his heart, he always tries his best to please you. Even if it means blushing like a moron whenever you address him directly.

"[Name]! I uhm, made this for you since you were... hurt, during our last fight." Sanji muttered nervously, averting his eyes as he held out a plate of food. Something small and easy to digest, but a food you like.

You smile warmly as you take the plate from his hands, your fingers brushing slightly as Sanji's face flusters even more. "This looks amazing! Thanks, Sanji. Do you want to sit with me? The seas are calm tonight."

Sanji pauses as he looks at you. His cigarette is inches away from falling out of his mouth and his face dazes.

"Sanij? You okay? You can say no, I won't be mad. It's not even your shift yet and everyone needs sleep." You say with an airy smile as you turn your attention to the food.

Sanji was right (like he was most of the time when it came to you and food), after the 'Big Mom incident' you were quite injured (and hungry). Seeing all the... talking food, didn't do much to raise your appetite.

There's a soft thud right beside you, long black legs resting a safe distance away from yours. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, even if Sanji's cheeks are flushed and he's nervously playing with his thumbs.

"Wowww, this is really good Sanji!" You say happily, flashing Sanji a warm smile as you return to eating the food so gracefully given to you. Oblivious to the man beside you whose face looks so red it rivals Luffy's signature vest.

Sanji looks at you with nothing sort of affection. It's not the same as when Nami or Robin compliment him, you just saying his name is enough to make him flustered, but being this close to you alone might send him into cardiac arrest.

"[Name]...?" His voice is quiet, staring at you with expectant eyes.

You pause eating, covering your mouth, and cocking your head in confusion.

"This uhm... might be a weird question, but do you um,, l-like anybody?" He becomes more flushed with every word that comes out of his mouth.

The second you take too long to answer he starts to curse himself out for even sitting down. Everything was going so well until he opened his mouth—

"Yes, I do. What, trying to feel out if I'm single?" You tease with a light chuckle, picking up the last bit of food and holding it out expectantly. "You want some?"

Sanji can't say no to you. Even if he tries his hardest, his body will not let him say no, not to an indirect kiss; especially when you're offering. Even if you might not see it in the same light he does.

He opens his mouth and lets you place the spoon in his mouth as your eyes turn into crescents. "See? Does it taste good?"

God— Sanji feels like he's going to explode.

He nods, begging himself to calm down before his mind starts to run.

"Oh," You say suddenly, "—that was an indirect kiss, wasn't it?" You lin hum thoughtfully and place the plate beside you, letting out a soft yawn as you stretch. "You sure you don't need to—"

"I am so in love with you."

"...pardon?"

Sanji stands up immediately, his face red. "Nothing!! I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy now so I'll—"

"Sanji, what did you say?" You ask carefully, holding onto his hand to try and stop him from running away.

"It's nothing, [Name], please just let me—"

"Sanji." Your voice comes off soft, relaxing your body so you come off as gentle and not hostile. "Just say it, one more time for me, okay?"

Sanji could feel his entire body burning up just from holding hands, more so from him getting caught blurting out his feelings again. He stares at the floor of the Sunny, too ashamed to look you in the eyes. "I... I'm in love with you? I'm sorry if you don't like me back, I didn't mean it I swear!"

"Sanji, what makes you think I don't like you back? Better question, what makes you think I didn't know?" You cock your head playfully, pulling him gently so he's sitting again.

"...what?"

You chuckle. "I've heard all the other embarrassing times you've confessed your feelings, it's just that the crew was around and I didn't want to put you on the spot. I've liked you since we met on the Baratie, silly."

Sanji's eyes widen as his mouth falls agape. You've liked him... for two years?!

"Sanji...?" You move up to straddle him, your hands resting on his cheeks. "Can I... kiss you?"

Sanji nods so fast he thinks his head might fall off.

You smile, leaning forward to press your lips together. Sanji's body physically relaxes as he practically melts into you, his face redder than blood.

It takes all his willpower and the need to breathe for him to finally pull away from you. His face is flushed and his breathing is heavy, staring at you like you're the only man in the world— like you're the prettiest thing in the world.

You giggle, pressing your heart onto his chest. "I love you so much."

Zoning back into reality, he carefully places his arms around your waist. "I love you too, so so much [Name],"

— RORONOA ZORO.

Zoro isn't good at expressing his emotions, everyone knows that.

So, when he figures out he might have a romantic attraction to you, he's confused about what to do. Considers asking Nami about it, but goes with Robin since Nami is... an interesting woman!

Robin tells him to be upfront with his feelings, or subtly tell the person.

He's a naturally mature person, having a crush on his crewmate doesn't change that by any means.

Even if he is cold to everyone, if you two are alone on the deck of the Sunny, he lets you sleep with him or touch his swords.

Just having you around is enough to calm him down. Seeing as his biggest love language is quality time and you enjoy talking about the randomest things around him, it makes his heart flutter whenever you act like he's the only person in the world who you care about.

"Mhm! And did you know that otters hold hands when they're asleep?" You point to an otter in the marine life book Zoro got you during your last pit stop.

Zoro shakes his head, his arms crossed with a small, barely noticeable amused smile on his face.

"Yeah! It's so they don't drift off when they're asleep. Not sure anyone knows why, but I like to think it's because they don't want to lose each other. After all, they're social animals! Oh! They also like to cuddle a lot—"

"Kind of like me and you, no?" Zoro interrupts with a playful aura, causing your train of thought to stop, face flushing as you stare at his smug expression.

"Um, y-yes! Like... like me, and you..." Your voice progressively gets smaller under Zoro's gaze. He moves closer, causing you to move your arms back, resting on your palms. "Zoro?"

"Keep telling me about the otters, don't worry," He replies coyly, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you into his lap.

Your face flushes, stuttering over your words as you nod. Shakily grabbing the book to bring it closer. Carefully picking your words, you begin speaking again. "They might also, uhm, hold hands because they don't have very thick fur. It could be to share body heat and keep warm, since they get cold easily."

"What if I said we were otters?" Zoro asks from behind you, resting his chin on your head.

"Ah, then we'd have to hold hands when we sleep!" Quickly realizing what you said, you try to reel it back in. "O-of course, only if you want to! I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I know how much you like your personal space so—"

"You're in my personal space and it doesn't look like I mind very much, does it, [Name]?"

Twiddling your thumbs meekly, you shake your head no. Zoro laughs and takes one of your hands, putting it above his. The size difference is obvious, your fingers stop just below his second knuckle. Something about that causes a riot in your brain, especially when Zoro squeezes them together.

"Okay, another question," Zoro starts, moving the intertwined hands to your lap. "What if I asked you to be my boyfriend?"

You turn around immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. He isn't... joking, is he? Zoro doesn't normally joke about things (unless he's with Sanji), so it wouldn't make sense for him to joke about this. Especially when it's something so serious.

"Hm? What's your answer, pretty boy?"

You've liked Zoro ever since he sat down and listened to you talk about the different kinds of fishmen after the ordeal with Arlong. Zoro has never expressed romantic attraction to anybody, not even to the bountiful amounts of women who've expressed attraction to him.

Your mind blanks, and you must've been staring at him for too long because the smallest bit of worry falls on his face. "You okay? I'm not forcing you, you know? Saying no is okay."

Saying... no? To a man that looks like he was crafted by Zeus himself? Hell no! "No! I-I mean, yes, I mean—"

"Take your time pretty boy, I'm not going anywhere."

He's adjusted your position to where you're facing each other, hands still intertwined as he looks at you with a soft (?) expression. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to make eye contact with him.

You've never looked at his this close before. Sure, you two have cuddled to sleep on countless nights, but then you were always faced away from each other.

He has long eyelashes. Not extremely long, but longer than you thought they were. Even if his eyes are black, you've noticed they soften whenever he looks at you, it makes him pretty.

Meekly, you nod. Holding your head down to try and hide your embarrassment. Before you can, though, Zoro stops you by lifting your chin up with his finger. "You can use words, can't you?"

It should sound condescending, the way he's talking to you, but it sounds more encouraging than anything. Even if there might be light teases mixed with his words.

"Yes, I, I would want to be your uhm... your boyfriend."

Zoro grins at that, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and twisting you around, pulling you closer so the back of your head is between his boobs pecs. "Love you, pretty boy."

"I-I love you too, Zoro," You force out, even if it feels like you're overheating due to the blood rushing to your cheek and... other places, as well as Zoro's added body heat.

You two truly were like otters.

Sleepy and sloppy

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader Summary: A lazy fuck in the middle of the night with Zoro. Tags: soft / he's needy / sleepy sex / bottom Zoro A/n: sloppy writing, sorry

Requested by anon ["Can you do Zoro x top male reader? Fluff/Smut"]

MASTERLIST

          “No,” you mumbled with a groan, feeling yourself being taken away from the comfort of sleep each time more, instead being shaken and forced back into consciousness without being ready for it. That bed was so comfortable, some luxurious bed in the guest room of the Alabasta castle as you crashed by. It was a rare opportunity and a very welcomed one, since the beds were much better than the bunks at the ship. Spacious, soft beds that didn’t send you suddenly rocking around because of the waves—there were none on land, anyway.

Still, all of that was taken away from you when firm hands gently shook you, making you groan and curse in protest, but it didn’t seem to work. Soft kisses along your neck replaced the shakes until a last one was pressed to your lips, accompanied by soft nibbles that sent the warm stings of pain sparkling through your skin. It was enough to force you to finally open your eyes, blinking until you were met with Zoro’s eyes looking back at you in the darkness as if he were waiting for that already.

“Zoro,” you mumbled groggily, trying to decide whether you wanted just to turn over and go back to sleep or hit him upside the head before that. “Mm, fuck, what time is that—”

“Babe,” Zoro mumbled against your lips, kissing them again.

No sunlight shined behind the curtains, nor could you hear any birds chirping—only the moonlight that slipped through the curtains illuminated the otherwise dark room. It was too early for that, so why was Zoro waking you up? Keeping your eyes open was hard, but you put a little effort into kissing him back a little bit.

“Come here,” you mumbled, wrapping a hand around Zoro’s waist to pull him in front of you to cuddle and go back to sleep—

Zoro shifted with a groan of complaint, continuing to squirm around. Couldn’t he lay still? A few slurred complaints escaped your lips as you tightened your arm around his waist and buried your face into the back of his neck. Maybe it’d make him stop. Or at least you thought it would—instead, he kept shifting around, his bare back rustling against your chest, the contact of skin against skin making you sweat a little. 

“Zoro—” You cut yourself off with a groan when Zoro shifted again. He kept putting pressure against your cock, his ass grinding against it almost every time he moved… It wasn’t doing anything to you at first, but your cock ended up twitching at the continuous stimulation. Damn it. “Damn it, Zoro, fucking lay still.” Even if it were just the two of you in the bedroom with thick walls, you couldn’t help but whisper-yell, just keeping the mood.

“Fuck you,” Zoro said with a groan as he hooked his leg with yours and rocked his hips back against yours. It was clearly intentional this time. So that’s what he woke you up for.

A sigh escaped your lips as you firmed your arms around his waist and ground against him in return, snatching a soft whimper from Zoro at the same time you groaned at the nice friction against your cock, inhaling his smell. “Mmph, okay, maybe I will,” you mumbled, mouthing on the skin behind his ear, leaving soft kisses there. It was a small battle between sleep and arousal that you could handle for now, as long as Zoro didn’t mind the slowness that came with the hard conciliation.

“Yeah, please,” Zoro breathed.

Zoro’s cock was hard in his shorts when your hand pressed to the top of it, giving him a squeeze through the strained fabric that made him groan and arch his back. His cock twitched under your touch, hot through the fabric, and you wondered how long already he’d been hard for. Maybe he had tried to sleep through it or humped you in your sleep—which was one of his favorite ways to wake you up—, but it wasn’t even important now that you slipped your hand into his shorts, his pubes tickling your palm. His cock already had some pre-cum dripping down the tip, making it easier to pump his cock, but it wasn’t exactly ideal. If only you had the lube… Oh, lube. You’d need lube.

“Did you bring the lube?” You mumbled against his skin, squeezing his cock around the base, feeling it twitch in your hold.

Zoro clicked his tongue, patting around until he retrieved a packet of lube from the bedside table. He usually carried some around in his haramaki just in case, so he’d probably put the stuff from his haramaki on the bedside table before he took it off to sleep, which was rather rare, but he knew you would’ve made him remove that bloody thing to sleep, even more so after a shower.

It took you a moment to gather the energy and fight back the sleep that soaked in your muscles so that you could finally shift around enough to pull Zoro’s shorts down properly and then your own. The lube packet was too hard to open, the foil slipping from your fingers while your eyelids heaved, but there finally was an opening. The lube warmed up on your hand as you spread it over your cock, breath hitching. Proper touch felt so good. You almost got lost for a moment, but eventually moved back to Zoro to lube him up with what remained on your fingers.

A low groan came from Zoro as your fingers trailed his entrance, feeling it flutter under your touch as it clenched around nothing in anticipation of your cock. Your fingers were fast and messy in spreading the lube in Zoro’s ass despite the way he seemed to want more, groaning in complaint when you pulled your fingers away. You didn’t have the energy to finger him right now, even more so with your own cock demanding attention between your legs.

“Hold on,” you mumbled. It took you a little more effort this time, needing you to prop up on your elbow, struggling to keep your eyes open until your cock finally started slipping inside Zoro, so you could lie down again, with your arms around his waist for leverage.

Groans and moans dissipated into the darkness of the room as Zoro’s walls accommodated around your cock, taking it in nicely. His hands were wrapped around yours, holding them tightly as he arched his back, finally receiving the pleasure he’d been aching for. A breath—more like a breathy moan—finally escaped Zoro once your cock was buried inside him as far as it could, his body tense and aching for yours. The position wasn’t the best, but it felt perfect for the sloppy and sleepy sex right now when the pleasure felt enhanced by the way the sleepiness clouded your mind and perception.

Your cock twitched inside Zoro before you could start moving your hips again, messily thrusting into Zoro, which sent pleasure sparkling up your thighs and spine nicely. He let out long moans, arching his back, and pressed himself closer to you in a fruitless attempt to get your cock deeper into him. His moans were breathy with the lingering sleepiness in them, and he sounded so hot like that. He felt so hot.

For a moment, your motions were slow and sensual, hitting a spot inside Zoro that made him tighten around you and his moans go a pitch higher, but you’d finish too soon if you kept doing that. The way his ass milked your cock while you slowly pushed it in and out of him… Exhaling slowly, you sped up your motions.

“Mmmm, babe,” Zoro groaned as he arched his back, hands tightening around the pillows.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, breath warm against the back of Zoro’s neck as you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, taking in his smell deeply while also pressing soft kisses to the hot skin. Your hand moved around until your fingers found his pec; the skin was soft under your touch, rising in shivers as you squeezed and fondled it before your fingers pinched his nipple.

Another whiny moan spilled from Zoro’s lips, becoming more frequent as you kept playing with his nipple, twisting it between your fingers. It would be between your teeth and under your tongue if you weren’t so sleepy right now. Even the motion of your hips felt hard due to the weight of sleep on your muscles, but the arousal rushing through your veins kept you going.

“Mmph, good,” you mumbled against his skin. You doubted the words reached his ears—at least coherently—, but you could barely understand what he babbled about against the pillow anyway.

Your hand went from his nipple to his cock, gripping the base of Zoro’s cock tightly before stroking it slowly. It was enough for Zoro to gasp, arching his back and groaning. Incoherent words escaped his lips among moans, while he folded one of his legs, bringing it up as it still pressed to the mattress, allowing your cock to sink a little deeper into him.

“Fuck,” you gasped at the way he clenched around your cock, the intensity making you pause when a strong wave of pleasure ran down your spine. Your breath shook as you moved a little, pressing closer to Zoro, pushing him onto his stomach as you moved on top of him. Your shorts made it hard to move at first, but you eventually kicked it off one of your legs—it was enough.

With a little struggle, you guided your cock into Zoro again; it met less resistance this time, so you didn’t have a lot of trouble missing the pleasure. Zoro’s back arched, his louder moans muffled into the pillow as he hugged it under himself. The new position required more effort, your elbows sinking into the mattress by Zoro’s sides as your muscles protested at holding yourself up in the position, but you were up to pay it, craving the new pleasure it gave both of you.

“So good,” you whispered against the back of Zoro’s neck, with short green hair tickling your nose. “Close?” The familiar warmth was already building in your lower stomach, making your balls tighten as your cock twitched.

Zoro must have said something in confirmation, but you could only get it through the faint nod he gave you, so you invested in moving faster, chasing your release along with his. It took only a couple of thrusts before Zoro gasped, arching his back and cumming under himself—which was no new, given how he’d been hard for longer than you and most likely had tried to get himself off. His ass was so tight around your cock, easily driving you to the edge.

A gasp escaped your lips as you bit the back of Zoro’s neck, breathing heavily against the skin as you sucked a mark into it whilst your thrusts became sloppier until you finally came, releasing into Zoro’s ass as you kept thrusting into him to make sure every little drop was pushed deep into him.

Zoro groaned, only releasing his death grip on the pillow after your motions came to an end. His back heaved up and down against your chest as it did the same, both of you panting heavily to catch your breath while descending from your high. The burst of energy was gone with it, making the sleep tug harder on you, and it took some effort from you to roll off Zoro and lay back against the pillow. The cold air replaced the warmth that Zoro once transmitted to your skin, feeling even colder with the light sheet of sweat that covered it.

“Damn it, I love you,” you whispered without thinking, just for the sake of it. A whiny groan came from Zoro, still muffled against the pillow, making you chuckle as you patted his shoulder. He shifted a little, promptly pressing to your side and burying his face into the back of your neck, also drained from the little energy that motivated him to ask for a fuck. He clung to you, making your heart flutter, as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and kissed his shoulder a couple of times. Your hand ran up and down his back as you slowly relaxed against the mattress to go back to sleep again.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.