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summary: you’re jealous of zoro and hiyori so to prove his loyalty, zoro gets law to cut open his chest to show you his heart.
contains: f!reader, down bad zoro, jealousy. uh, do not cut open your chest to prove your love in real life pls and thank you.
It was one thing to see her on his arm, it was another to see her sleeping on top of him. Your rightful place. The child did not bother you, every child deserves a place of warmth and comfort, and if your husband could provide that, then you welcomed it, but another woman?
No matter what he said, or when he tried to catch you alone, his words were to no avail. All you could do was focus on the battle, and cry when it was over. And when you cried, Zoro watched you from afar, and his fists balled at his sides.
Zoro hates seeing you cry.
But fuck did you look pretty sitting by the river, with the moon as your witness to your tears, and he hated himself for being the reason for it.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to stop.” Zoro says to Hiyori, beyond angry, after finding out from Nami that she tried to clean him as he rested. “I have a wife, I love my wife, I’m loyal to my wife - why would I ditch what I have with her for you? I will live for her, I will die for her, and I will breathe only for her. She can slit my throat right now and I’d thank her as I bleed out.”
Hiyori was taken aback.
“I didn’t think it was serious.”
“Not serious?” Zoro hissed. “Are you—?”
Zoro brought his fist to his mouth to quieten his rage. He didn’t want to say something he’d later regret.
“I don’t half-ass things, and that includes my marriage. If you do something like that again, I’ll have Nami deal with you.”
Zoro took one step forward. Then another. And every step towards you, his heart beat a little faster, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were visible. It hurt to walk, it hurt to breathe, but he had to reach you.
Then, he dropped to his knees, and when you yell, he grins. At the sight of his heart, you cover your mouth with your hands.
“Zoro!”
He brought his hand up to your face, looking like a helpless man in love.
“You want me to do what? Are you hearing yourself, Roronoa-ya?”
“I’m not going to beg you. I’ll do it on my own if I have to. But I didn’t want to put this on Chopper, so I came to you.”
Law looked at him like he was stupid. But then again, he did sail with the crew for a while - he bore witness to the affection Zoro had for you.
Eating together, polishing his swords as you read your book with your head in your Zoro’s lap, talking together, drinking your favourite drink as he drank his sake, sleeping together, training together - Law will never forget the look on Zoro’s face when you screamed out of fear, or how he ran to the scene, or how Zoro reacted to an injury you sustained in battle.
It was like you had died.
So this offer should not have surprised him.
“Get on the ground, Roronoa-ya. It’s going to be painful.”
“Zoro!” You gasp, placing your hand to his chest but he caught your wrist.
“Hey beautiful,” Zoro grinned, his eyes sleepy, but he didn’t care. “You’ve been crying because of me?”
His heart was racing. You thought it was a heart attack and panic all over again.
“Hey, listen to me - I asked Law to do this. I’m fine.”
“Wha—” You choke on your sobs. “Zoro?”
“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much. I don’t like her. I don’t care about her. I never have, I never will, you’re the one for me. If I have to show you my heart to prove it, I will show you my heart to prove it. My heart isn’t even mine, it’s yours. See how it beats for you?”
Zoro kissed your hands, and when his hand felt cold in yours, you place your hand to his chest.
“Why would you do this?” You whisper. You couldn’t be angry anymore. “I would’ve gotten over it with a conversation.”
“What Hiyori did was out of line, and I didn’t want you to doubt our marriage. The last thing I want is you overthinking about us. I need you to see for yourself—”
His breathing was ragged.
“I’ll talk to you once I know you’re safe.” You say, and call out for Law, who was nearby and heard your call.
He rushed over, didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told you he found this stupid.
Feeling as though he was intruding on something intimate, Law was quick to patch him up, check his breathing, and when everything was back to normal, and Zoro’s injuries didn’t affect him, he left.
Zoro pulled your face to his and kissed you under the moon, wiped away your tears, and whispered constant praises of love for you.
Your doubts went away, and the truth of his love solidified.
“You’re so stupid.” You hug him tightly. “Oh my Zoro. I can’t even be mad at you properly!”
Zoro laughed, and rests his head in the crook of your neck. “I’d do anything for you.”
“I know.” You whisper. Tears well in your eyes. “I know, I know, I know. But seeing her on top of you… that’s my spot. Not hers.”
“I know,” Zoro kissed your cheek, and when your hands brush his chest, he sucked in his breath. You pull him into your body, and lay down. Zoro protectively held you. “I know pretty, it will never happen again.”
You tremble in his arms. He let you cry. You kiss his chest where you once saw his heart, and how fast it beat for you, and your fingers tremble as you cling to him.
“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much.”
You press your forehead to his chest in response.
He brushed your hair.
Then, as quiet as a mouse, he heard it, and all his anxieties melted away.
“I love you too.”
BONUS SCENE.
The sun was up, and Sanji watched as you and Zoro spent your hours together. He noticed Hiyori watching from afar.
No malice, only a twinge of sadness.
Feeling eyes on her, Hiyori looked up, and when Sanji caught her, she looked away.
“He’s one crazy bastard,” Law walks up to Sanji. “Got me to cut his chest open.”
“For what?” Sanji frowned.
Law shook his head. His lip quirked. “To show his heart to her.”
Just then, Zoro’s chuckles filled the air, as he smirked at an insult you threw his way.
“I should be surprised but Marimo has always been that way.” Sanji lights up a cigarette. “I feel sorry for Hiyori-chan.”
“I don’t. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
Sanji agreed. Heard Usopp call out to him. So, he walks off. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Law nods. Looks ahead. Shook his head and grumbled.
summary: f!reader leaves the straw hat crew to form her own crew, only for luffy to come in and destroy her efforts.
contains: this request, yandere luffy, proofread (but mistakes may be present).
Zoro harboured no open concern for the crew and left that to Nami and Usopp, who held each other, crying and screaming - their tears spoke not just for themselves, but for the entire crew when something didn’t go as planned. Their openness to their emotions welcomed in Chopper, who screamed and cried with them.
Sanji would watch from afar, Robin would lean against Franky with a book in hand, Brook would sing a song, and Zoro would stand guard; he’d feel at ease to hear the voice and laughter of his Captain, who’d fail at comforting them - he was the source for their anxieties, after all.
However, it was different today.
Sanji was still watching, Robin was still reading, Franky was still a human couch to be leaned on, Brook was still singing and Zoro was still standing guard.
His Captain was not speaking; his Captain was not laughing.
Luffy was sat at the table, a bunch of cards placed in front of him, his hands clasped together, as he focused intently on the mess before him. His stomach rumbled, his cup of sake was full, and his clothes were scruffy.
“Curlybrow, stand guard.”
Zoro said it as he walked past and Sanji opened his mouth to complain, until he saw where Zoro was headed.
“Luffy,” Zoro said his name as he took the empty spot beside him. “The cards aren’t going to play for themselves.”
Silence filled the air.
The crying stopped, so did the screams, and all eyes were on Luffy and Zoro.
Luffy did not say anything. He did not want to.
But when Zoro reached out for the cards, his hand went to Zoro’s wrist.
“I’m planning.” Luffy says. “This is helping.”
“Planning what?”
“On bringing her back.”
Silence.
Nami and Usopp shared a concerned glance whilst Sanji smoked his cigarette.
Everyone was listening.
“How?”
“If not with words then by force,” Luffy stood up. “It’s my fault she was captured by the marines, it’s my duty as Captain to bring her back. She’s my priofirty.”
“Priofirty?” Zoro blinked. Let out a tsk. “You mean priority idiot.”
Luffy waved him off.
“Same thing.”
“It really isn’t.” Usopp mumbled.
“She made her decision. We have to accept it.”
“I won’t accept it.”
“Luffy,” Sanji called out. “A question for you.”
“What is it, Sanji?”
“Every person that Name has gathered for her crew was either bruised or missing. Was that your doing?”
In response, Luffy grinned, and everyone groaned.
“How?” Chopper blinked.
“Roosterhead.”
“Bartolomeo?” Nami blinked. “Seriously?"
“He said he couldn’t find her.” Luffy explained. “So I got angry.”
“Has he found her now?” Zoro asked.
Luffy nods.
Then, Zoro stands.
Luffy frowned.
“If your orders are to retrieve her, I will retrieve her.”
“Zoro—” Nami starts.
“Nami,” Robin cuts in. “I’m in agreement with Zoro.”
“Seriously?” Nami grumbled. “Name made her choice, we have to respect it!”
“It was a pretty dumb choice, Nami-san.” Sanji says, looking at Luffy. “I’m in agreement too. Just this once.”
“Me too!”
“Me three!” Chopper and Franky say at the same time, as Brook laughs and agrees too.
Nami had no choice and reluctantly she nods with a bunch of grumbles.
“What if she doesn’t agree?”
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
Nami sighed.
Idiots.
—
You knew you made a mistake leaving the Straw Hats when Bartolomeo kidnapped your second in command. It was late at night, the moon was not visible, with all hands on deck. You stood tall in your billowing cape, the very same cape that Luffy had gifted you after rescuing you from the marines, only for you to leave without him.
It was terrifying being captured, and you left out of fear - he promised to protect you and he failed.
You gave out orders, spent weeks in the navigation room trying to find them but your efforts were for naught. Then, it was the medic, and then it was your navigator.
Your crew questioned the future of your pirating and the power of the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy and one by one, they turned up battered and bruised with a “I quit” on their lips, or they never turned up at all!
“I had to do it Name-senpai,” Bartolomeo said as he put up his barrier to protect himself from your attacks. “Luffy-senpai gave me no choice, he was not happy!”
Now you were at a tavern, drinking your problems away and deciding your next move.
“What do you want, Roronoa?”
You knew it was him by his scent.
You were too tired to care anymore.
“For you to come back.” Zoro leans against the bar, drinking his sake.
“I don’t want to.”
“Understandable. But not for Luffy.”
Luffy.
Your tongue hits the roof of your mouth, a bitter feeling settles inside of you, and you rise to leave.
Sanji was in the back with Nami and Chopper; Brook and Robin and Franky were in a corner. Usopp was busy playing a game of cards to earn Nami some money, but his eyes would land on you from time to time.
You don’t ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. You knew you weren't going to like the answer.
You leave, and they let you, but something was very wrong. You go to the beach where your ship was docked - it was nowhere to be found.
All that was left was your things, and Luffy who sat by the fire, an unpleasant look on his face.
“We’re leaving.”
“You’re leaving.”
“Sit down, Name.”
“No.” You snap.
He extended his arms and pulled you closer. You were forced to sit beside him. He did not let go.
“I don’t like doing things like this but if I have to do this to get you to stay, I will do this to get you to stay. I don’t like it when things that belong to me go missing.”
“I’m not a thing.”
“You’re right. Sorry. A person.”
“That’s even worse.” You grumble. “Now let me go.”
“I did once. Didn’t like it.” He takes off his Straw Hat and placed it on your head. “Are we going to do this the nice way or are we going to do this the bad way?”
You struggle in his arms. He grins.
Tears form in your eyes.
“I hate you!” You scream.
“Good,” Luffy purrs into your ear, and rubs his cheek to your neck. “At least you feel something for me.”
“You let them take me!”
“I know. It won’t happen again. It’s my fault.” Luffy kissed your pulse. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“We can work on that.” He pulls you onto his lap, still grinning, as he pats your head. “There there.”
“You’re the worst.”
“Thank you,” Luffy gets up with you in his arms. “You don’t need your room anymore, you’ll be sharing with me! You can have your room as a spare room for your reading and stuff and we can eat meat together there.”
He takes you to the Sunny and puts your things onto the deck, and guides you towards his bedroom.
“Zoro and the others are gathering supplies.”
He sets you down on his bed.
He was pleased when you cling onto his shirt.
He couldn’t stop grinning.
“There there.” Luffy pats your head. “There there. You’ll never leave me again will you?”
You couldn’t stop your head from shaking.
“Good,” Luffy pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I want to go home.”
“You are home.” Luffy pressed another kiss to your forehead.
It did feel like home, but you couldn’t trust him anymore. Finally you look at him. You blink and the last of your tears fall.
His grin softened to a gentle smile, and he almost looked like your happy, jolly Luffy, until you noticed the glint in his eyes.
He still wasn’t happy.
“If you leave again, more people will suffer.”
He was telling the truth.
You look at the scar on his chest. He brings your hands to his face and kisses your palm.
Then, he takes his Straw Hat from your head and puts it on his head.
“They hurt me.” You whisper.
“And I made them suffer because of it. That doesn’t mean you leave me behind.”
Luffy gets on top of you.
“I need to hear you say it. Say you won’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you.”
He scanned your face, saw what he wanted, then the glint was gone.
“Good!” Luffy laughed. “I’ll tell Usopp to throw a party! Let’s have fun together!”
He walked out of the door, still laughing, and your eyes find his hand.
He was holding a key.
“Luffy,” Nami says, hands to her hips. “Is that really necessary?”
They were back with the supplies.
“Of course,” Luffy locked the door, and turned to face her. “It’s only until she feels safe again.”
“Wouldn’t that make her feel unsafe?” Chopper asked, curious.
“No,” Luffy tucked the key into his trousers. “We’re all going to be here for her. Right, Zoro?”
“Right.”
Hours later, when Luffy unlocked the door and joins you in bed, did you accept his outstretched arms, and begin to accept your fate.
cw: slight NSFW(?), fem!reader, bunny hybrid reader, use of Y/N, mentions of being experimented, mentions of death, blood mentioned, pet names (my bunny / my lady / mon amour / ma chère), fluff, not proofread
a/n: i’ve been down the rabbit hole for sanji lately.. ugh get out my head sanji!!! (꩜ ᯅ ꩜)
it’s been a month since luffy stole you away from the world government. yup.
you’re a bunny hybrid. born with those sweet bunny ears and little cottonball tail. your strengths were unmatched—all without a devil fruit either. your family loved you dearly, the town adored your sweet personality and kind heart. what more could you have asked in your life?
but as words traveled… this didn’t go unnoticed by the world government. upon hearing a strong hybrid—scoffing that out of all hybrids—a bunny? how pathetic they thought. what would a weak bunny hybrid do? yet, they arrived to your home. despite defending yourself and your family, your strengths were noticed. so what did the marines do? stripping you away from the place you onced called home—not able to say your last words to your family, watching the marines burn everything in front of your eyes. until it was all faded into broken ashes of memories.
tested in labs, tortured—trying to be built as a weapon. no matter how much you’ve fought back, how much you’ve endured—they’ve only made your life hell. day after day, night after night. the more injuries you’ve recieved, the more you’ve been injected with all sorts of drugs—until they found the right one. the one that would make you completely obedient and submissive into the hands of both the world government and the marines.
you were nothing but a pawn, a toy—just a weapon. and they’ve succeeded.
the collar seeping chemical dosages into your system, making you lose focus of your emotions—your morals, everything. word has spread everywhere—the world government’s new threat.
a bunny that could kill.
many pirates laughed, but the ones who laughed, paid the price. their life.
you were unable to see the sun. you could only dream of freedom. little by little, praying, hoping something or someone could end your misery. whether or not if it was easier to die.
until…
the sun came to you. the dream of freedom became a reality. as if your prayers have been heard from the sun god—your savior—saviors, came.
you were up against luffy. as the collar around your neck triggered the dosages of chemicals into your system, losing your morals, targetting to the strawhat pirates. one attack to the next—you were tiring them all out with your stamina, your eyes were dull and lifeless, but each kick—managed them to stumble back.
“it’s the remote—!”
luffy was two steps ahead—flying himself towards you, slamming you down harshly to the ground, as you desperately tried getting him off. sanji following after luffy, getting a hold of you. the marine officer with the remote for your collar overdosing the chemicals into your body.
“robin—get it away from that officer—!” luffy shouted, sanji grabbing you, holding you tightly to restrain you—he already felt guilty as is for holding you without his permission. as you fought and squirmed, biting down harshly onto his hand, the chemicals seeping into your blood couldn’t hear his small pained wince, but he never let you go.
“hey, it’s okay.. focus on my voice.”
your mind was hazy—but all you could think of besides the chemicals being drugged in your system, was someone’s soft voice, your back against his chest, holding you tightly. your pupils dilating, you could taste the blood from his hands from how hard you bit him—the guilt beginning to register in your head.
guilt..?
you were beginning to focus—you were stronger than the strong dosages of the chemicals now.
“hey! you got this—! we’re here to help you!” luffy shouted, as he stood up, running to ward off the marines away, you tried your best to focus, fighting the control. weakly picking your head up, noticing that the strawhats—fighting the marines, defying all odds, to save you. you’re only a stranger to them—why are they doing this? what did you deserve to be saved by them?
you slowly removed your mouth away from sanji’s hand, the bitter metallic taste in your mouth, your eyes focusing.
“it’s okay. you’re safe with us.”
tilting your head back slightly, seeing sanji’s face—focused on you.
you didn’t even realize tears began burning down your cheeks. the tightness in your throat beginning to contrict, a small hiccup leaving your lips. the tears wouldn’t stop, your frame trembling, wiping your bandaged hands, the scars all over your body, the pain and agony—and yet, you’re being held in a warm embrace. his hands gently wiping your tears, you could only shatter. after enduring for so long—you could finally feel.
the moment you boarded the ship with you in his arms after escaping from the marine base, him carrying you to chopper’s office, before leaving. already in the kitchen, already finding himself busy with ingredients, making a warm soup for you amongst other dishes. the fact you entrusted him with carrying you, holding you even—his heart ached. after chopper finished flushing the toxins and chemicals out of your system before attending to help your wounds, seeing sanji enter in the office with a tray of food, chopper hopping off his chair, leaving to get desserts, and to give some space for you.
watching him placing the tray down on the table, you watched his movements, noticing his features—god he’s good looking and you bit his hand??? he was never going to forgive you for sure there’s just no way—
“i’m sorry for biting your hand.” you mumbled softly. you already tilted your head down in embarassment. “i’m truly, truly sorry—”
as he glanced down, his hand bandaged up earlier since chopper was busy treating you, he only smiled softly, sitting down beside the infirmary bed, holding the bowl of soup in his hand with a spoon.
“no, it’s my fault.” he said, softly blowing on the hot soup, gently spoon feeding you “what matters more is you getting better, mon amour.”
your eyes gently closed, enjoying the breeze of the sea, as your mind thought back from what happened from the past weeks, before hearing the conversations below you—luffy, chopper, and usopp playing together, zoro napping, nami and robin having their tea time together, franky working on his own projects, and brook providing the music.
it wasn’t your home when you first stepped onto the thousand sunny, but now it was.
“there you are ma chère.”
your fluffy bunny ears perking up, opening your eyes and turning your head around seeing him—the one who held you through your worst.
“hi sanji.”
his warm soft smile forming on his lips, sitting beside you, before reaching out to your hand, placing a soft kiss, making your little bunny tail softly wag—curses to his sweet and charming moves.
“i was looking for a certain bunny yknow.” his gently teased, gently keeping your hands in his, the warm touch lingering. “anything you’d like to eat or drink, my lady?”
“sanji, i still feel bad when you ask me for what i want..”
“nonsense mon amour, after all i’m the cook of our crew!”
our.
if you heard that from a month ago—you wouldn’t have believed that you were now a part of a new family. a family who loves you just as much as your family did back from home.
“could i get an iced lemonade?”
“anything the beautiful lady desires.” watching him stand up before pressing a warm kiss onto your forehead before leaving you, on his way to the kitchen.
for some reason, even when getting used to the feeling of being on a ship, being in a crew, getting to know all of them—your heart lingered with sanji. you couldn’t even understand why. you knew nami would tease you. wondering why you would love a lovesick pervert like him—but who wouldn’t?
in your eyes, he’s perfect.
his chivarly, his kindness, his appreciation towards women, his admirations, his ambitons, his dreams.
even when he came from an abused home—he still chose compassion and kindness.
no matter how others see him as a fool in love with women—you knew the truth. not many would understand, but you did. the late nights where you talked with him in the crows nest, telling each other’s stories from the past, and living for present and future, you understood him. you connected with him.
he’ll fall head over heels for almost any pretty woman he sees yes, but his adoration stemming from his childhood trauma, the lack of maternal and familial love. viewing through his eyes—that women as inherently precious and worthy of absolute protection, regardless of whether they are allies or enemies. and because of chef zeff teaching him the gentleman code, his appreciation is both honor and chivalry. even if he’s swoon over women, he still cares for others.
his heart is warm. soft. the kindest out of all.
in your heart, he took a permanent residence.
his hands lingering around you making sure you didn’t trip, making sure you’re satisfied with the meals and all the treats, spoiling you. of course the lingering thought came to mind whether or not he does like you or not.
his hands were slightly trembling in the kitchen, his cheeks flushed from just looking at you—god he would never play favorites at all amongst his crew, but you—you were something else.
the nights where you couldn’t sleep and you trusting him only to hold you before falling asleep together—how could his heart not race???
your kindness, your smile, your courage—everything about you is so endearing to him.
despite it being a month since you’ve boarded the thousand sunny, his flirts died down towards both nami and robin—which made it already seem like sanji was sick according to his own crew members.
but his heart yearned for someone else.
his heart wanted—no needed someone else.
he needed you.
tossing and turning in bed after dinner, everyone was already asleep…
great, another night where you couldn’t sleep. as your feet guided you to the aquarium bar, watching the fishes swimming in the tank, resting your head against the soft cushioned seats, the soft but dark light shining on your face lightly, before hearing footsteps near by, your ears perking up—hearing the familiar voice.
“can’t sleep again, love?”
“yea..” the moment you turned around to look at him, there he was.
he was holding a cake.
a strawberry choco cake.
your favorite.
“sanji…? what.. what’s the cake for?”
“it’s been a month since finding you, mon amour.”
“you made a cake…just for me?”
“of course. i couldn’t ever forget the day we found you.” the lighter and the cake being gently placed by the table, watching him opening his arms for you to come. “one month anniversary since you joined us, a month already passing of us sharing our stories and past, a month of being a part of this crew.”
you could feel your bottom lip quivering already, leaving your spot and running into his arms, his hand gently cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair softly, his fingers gently brushing against your floppy ears.
“sorry for touching them.”
“no—it’s okay.”
“are you sure?”
“positive. i trust you sanji”
god just strike lightening on this poor man now, his heart was beating out of his chest as is.
his hands carefully touching your ears, watching your cottontail wag, his cheeks turning red—
“you’re adorable.” he blurted out—he couldn’t even take his words back now oh god what if you thought of him as a weirdo now—
“thank you, sanji.” looking up at him to see his face, noticing his cheeks turning more pink, you could only smile softly.
both of you stood there, drowning into each others eyes, hearts intertwining, the forgotten cake beside you both on the table, gently standing on the tip of your toes as his head leaned down to match your height.
“may i..?”
instead of responding to his permission, gently tugging him by his shirt, pulling him down to a kiss. the kiss was soft and sweet, his hands not touching you before it found its place onto your waist, bringing you closer. melting into the kiss, your cheeks turning pink and your heart racing—there was no way he’s actually kissing you back.
your bunny tail wagging even more, brushing against his fingers and his heart about to explode, pulling away from the kiss first, watching his reaction.
“you’ve completely and utterly ruined me, ma chère.” him covering his face slightly to hide his blush away from your gaze before getting a piece of cake for you, holding the fork and his hand underneath to prevent from spilling.
“say ah..”
obeying almost immediately, opening your mouth as he fed you the sweet cake, the flavors of strawberry and choco melting in your mouth, you could only hum in satisfaction.
“perfect as always, sanji. thank you.”
as he noticed a bit of cream at the corner of your lip, leaning his head down again, licking the small bit away before giving a quick peck onto your lips. “anything for you, my bunny.”
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law and you used to be friends before his band got signed and he left everything, including you, behind in your hometown. three years later you find yourself at one of his shows.
tags: rockstar!law x f!reader; modern!au; slowburn; childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers; he falls first; reader is a little slow; like seriously she just doesn't get it; until she does; background namivivi; eventual background zosan; luffy is a small business owner; usopp is also there; stressed out bepo; mostly fluff; maybe very mild hurt/comfort; law is an emo-edgelord with a lipring
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✧ band introduction
1 - stuck in the melancholy
2 - a man can dream
3 - coming soon
disclaimer: none of the songs, lyrics or photos used in this story are mine. all songs will be listed with their original artists. all photos are from pinterest.
nami's devious giggle makes your skin burn as the vibration of her weapon rises. the rounded edge of the metal teases your clit with light pressure while her arm pins you to the bed by your shoulder. her legs cage yours, hovering her half-naked torso over your squirming body. your panties muffle any desperate sound that might want to come out.
she had pulled you out of your chat with robin with a light on her face you've come to know as her "i want to fuck you right now" look. she locked you into your shared bedroom, clima-tact in hand and a vision in mind. she had stripped you off your clothes, but in order to torture you a little she kept her underwear on. she knows you love to touch her.
"aw, baby, what's wrong?" nami asks with fake corncern, a little pout on her face. you give her a pleading look, brows furrowing and cheeks burning. "d'you want me to stop?"
she knows you're going to say no, that's why she laughed at your pathetic and desperate shake and little whines.
"of course you don't want it to stop, my girl loves it when i play with her pretty pussy, right?"
you nod rapidly and your hair sticks to your sweaty forhead. her wrist flicks and suddenly the pressure is stronger and the vibrations are driving you crazy, your poor cunt pulsing and clinging to the air.
nami seems to notice how your hips buck in search of her touch, but she just clicks her tongue and pecks your forehead.
"you're gonna cum to my clima-tact before i touch you, 'kay? be a good girl."
just his warm chest flush against your back, spooning you as he thrusts in and out of you with an idle pace. from this angle you can feel the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot of yours that makes you see stars. your moans fill the room while he whispers filthy compliments into your ear, the way his morning voice sounds so rough and croaky makes your pussy gush.
sanji takes his sweet time in each stroke of his cock, as if he had the ultimate need to memorize every corner of your warm walls. you think he's being mean about it, begging for more. yet he doesn't comply.
"tch. just let me enjoy our morning together," he insists, biting his bottom lip to hold back a moan when you tighten around him. "before everyone starts bothering me about breakfast."
you surrender and let him enjoy his slothful desires. for a while.
he notices you're starting to get impatient, but one slick finger pressing right over your clit fixes everything. your airy whines let him know you've been on the edge of orgasm for a while. your ass presses back against his pelvis, a new angle that has you almost biting the edge of the matress to not scream in pleasure.
"oh fuck, sanji!" you cry out as you try to look back at his cock starting to drill into you faster. "yes! fuck!"
sanji lets out a mix of a huff and a laugh, grabbing your hips harder to heave his movements. his eyes are fixed on the way your ass jiggles with each thrust. "don't be so loud, baby, they're going to hear you..."
"i don't fucking care," you blurt between gritted teeth, grabbing onto the bedsheet, the pillow, the matress, on anything to keep you at least a bit grounded. "just wanna cum, sanji, please!"
the lazy movements dissappeared a long time ago, and now sanji is focused on satisfying his woman. his hips buck to fuck you into an angle that feels like touching heaver with your fingertips, meanwhile his fingers press tight circles onto your poor clit, all puffy and needy for him.
and when you cum, it's with a gasp, followed by a loud moan that definitely wakes up the rest of the crew.
you let sanji cum inside in exchange of breakfast in bed with him; something he would've done even if you told him to finish himself in the bathroom.
ahh, you love this—getting fucked by your handsome boyfriend and eating syrupy pancakes. especially if they're made by him.
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Summary: When Sanji pisses you off so you punish him by committing culinary atrocities
Sanji x reader. Crackfic. Enjoy.
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"Please, mon amor, don't do this," Sanji pleaded, moments away from dropping to his knees and begging like a man who has never known dignity. Hands pressed together at his heart, lips turned down, eyes wide.
He received no acknowledgement - only cold silence.
It was at that moment that Zoro decided to enter, pausing at the threshold when he noticed the scene before him. "What's going on?"
"Stay out of this, moss-head." The cook shot back, refusing to take his eyes off of the woman in the kitchen.
Nami and Usopp sniffed out the drama hours ago, sat at the back of the room watching it unfold as if it were peak entertainment. They beckoned the swordsman over, eager to gossip about the situation Sanji had gotten himself into. “He’s being punished.” Usopp explained, sipping on a lemonade as he watched.
“Why?”
Nami gave a cool smile, crossing a leg over her knee. “Because he’s an idiot.” Her smile only grew when the cook shot a glare over his shoulder. “He flirted with a waitress in town.”
“I was not flirting!” Sanji insisted. “I swear, I wasn’t!”
“Oh, excuse me,” Nami rolled her eyes, “he accidentally flirted with a waitress in the town.”
“I told him that ‘charm’ would bite him in the ass one day.” Usopp chuckled, paying no mind to the gesture Sanji sent his way.
“My love, please, there’s no need to take such drastic measures—”
“—Drastic?!” (Y/N) seethed, grabbing a knife.
Zoro tensed, wondering what the hell she was going to do with it. “Um… so what exactly is the punishment?”
“I’m calling it ‘culinary torture’.” Usopp answered, drink forgotten as the drama finally started up. “He’s locked out of the kitchen.”
“Darling, please, what are you— THAT IS A BREAD KNIFE! YOU CAN’T USE IT TO CUT MEAT!”
“Oh, I didn’t realise you were in charge of my free will.” (Y/N) sassed, using the knife with more force as she sliced through a chicken breast with added fervour.
“Did someone say meat?” Luffy appeared, smile stretched wide. “What’s for dinner?”
“Chicken.” (Y/N) replied.
“No, my love, please don’t— you’re supposed to cut against the grain. The texture—!”
“—Be quiet, Sanji.” She spat, dropping the meat into the nearest pan.
“That’s a SAUCEPAN! It’s for sauces — you can’t cook chicken in that!” The cook exclaimed, a face of horror overtaking him as he gripped his hair in both hands.
Luffy sat down with the others, beyond confused. “What’s going on?”
“Sanji’s being punished.” Zoro mused.
“Oh, okay.”
“What are you doing now?” Sanji asked, his voice shaking with dread.
“Pasta.” Replied (Y/N), seconds before they heard snapping and a cry from the chef.
“NO! DID YOU REALLY JUST SNAP SPAGHETTI?!”
“Did you really call that girl ‘beautiful’ in front of me?” (Y/N) scoffed as she filled another pan with boiling water.
“I was truly only being nice—”
“And I truly don’t care.”
“You are the only woman I have eyes for! IS THAT MAYONNAISE?!”
“And what about the woman at the market? You certainly had eyes for her.” (Y/N) turned up the heat, determined to overcook the spaghetti just the right amount.
“It was an accidental wink.”
“A wink, nonetheless.” (Y/N) strained the pasta and added it to the now cooked chicken, then reached for the spice rack.
A weak gasp escaped the man, a hand brought to his chest to clutch his heart. “Mon amor, I am begging you, don’t.”
It was all the motive she needed.
A large sprinkle of oregano would finish the dish off nicely.
“PLEASE, this has gone too far!” Sanji cried, face pale as a pained sound escaped him as she continued to sprinkle the herb in. He was doing his very best not to let his tears fall.
"You know what? I think I'm going to add some prawns."
"With chicken??"
"And how about a nice cheese sauce?" She pondered aloud, grabbing a frying pan and adding her ingredients.
"You can't make sauce in a frying pan!"
"And you can't accept your fate." (Y/N) shrugged him off, grabbing the bread knife and some garlic.
Finally, Sanji began to cry. "No! Stop! You don't chop garlic-- stop using the bread knife! Please!"
She blocked out his pleads and gasps of horror, continuing with her preparations as the rest of the crew watched in amusement. Before they knew it, dinner was served and Sanji was forced to watch as their friends ate without complaint.
The cook was served last. His plate was gracelessly dropped in front of him and (Y/N) sat herself down at the opposite end of the table, daring him to complain. The crew watched the interaction in silence, bets made and breaths held. With wet eyes, Sanji looked up to her pleadingly, but was disappointed to find the heartbreak on his face had no effect.
Finally, the man accepted his fate. He grabbed his cutlery, only to pause.
The knife and fork were at the wrong side.
The minx knew exactly how to get under his skin. And perhaps there was something thrilling about that; though, he could never admit it.
Sanji was at least wise enough to say nothing about the intentional mix-up. He swapped the cutlery to the correct hands, took a breath, and prepared himself to eat the monstruosity before him.
The spaghetti was lathered in a creamy cheese sauce at the centre of the plate -- half the size that it ought to be and not cooked al dente, as it should be. A mix of chicken and shrimp (a blasphemous combination) sat on top, in a buttery sauce of chopped garlic and oregano. No one else seemed to notice, but the chicken was too tough, a result of being cut with the grain.
To anyone else, it was a decent meal. But to Sanji -- a chef with a passion for culinary rules and refined senses for taste and texture -- it was all wrong. She broke every rule. And she knew it.
Obediently, Sanji brought a forkful to his lips, doing his best to keep a straight face as he chewed. Nami discreetly passed some cash to Usopp under the table.
Dinner was mostly silent as their friends watched the interaction, whispering between each other. This could very well be the highlight of their week; a drama they'd be bringing up for years.
He'd barely gotten halfway through the dish when he simply couldn't stand it any longer. He dropped the cutlery and pressed his face into his hands. "(Y/N), mon amor, I am sorry. I swear to you, the flirting was completely unintentional. I was only being nice--"
Nami audibly sucked in a breath, Usopp squeezed his eyes together, and even Zoro shook his head. Yep, he was fucked.
"Sanji, you really ought to learn the difference between being nice and being a flirt." (Y/N) glared at him, slowly cutting into her pasta with her knife and fork, ignoring the pained tensing of his jaw.
"I know that." He admitted defeat. "And I swear to you, I will not make that mistake again. And I will spend however long it takes making it up to you."
It was then that the others finally felt like they were intruding on this lovers' quarrel and not watching a scripted drama.
(Y/N) put down her cutlery and faced him fully, lips pursed and eyes steady, giving him a scathing look. She would forgive him, of course, but he would certainly feel her wrath for days to come. "You're cleaning up."
"Of course." Sanji conceded.
"I'm making breakfast tomorrow."
He ducked his head and sucked in a breath, but nodded anyway. "Alright."
"And from now on, the only person you will flirt with is me."
"Absolutely."
There was a silence again as everyone deciphered if it was safe.
Luffy, with his clean plate pushed aside, was the first to speak. "So... what's for desert?"
"Chocolate sauerkraut cake."
"Darling, PLEASE--"
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Sanji, the whole time:
Poor thing needs at least 5 cigarettes at the end of dinner.
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welcome to ohmylaw's first kinktober! are you ready for a night full of scares and pleasure? then be my guest and stay for a bite! your dear host has gathered the most terrifyingly hot creatures of the night to spend some time with you. so, prepare for some one shots that are to die for [evil laugh]
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🔮 now, without further adue, let me introduce you to your ghoulish companions . . .
DAY 1 ⋮ I PUT A SPELL ON YOU ! 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 & 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊
ˋ°•*⁀➷ you have a big fat crush on sanji, your crewmate, yet you haven't found the correct moment to confess your feelings (and the fact he drools over every woman he sees doesn't help). so you turn to the special help of your grandmother's grimoire.
ft. love spells. dub-con. obsessed!sanji. jealousy.
DAY 2 ⋮ WHO LET THE DOGS OUT !? 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇!𝒛𝒐𝒓𝒐
ˋ°•*⁀➷ you followed your boyfriend zoro into the woods after he suddenly ran away. you completely forgot it was a full moon today, a blood moon to be exact, but zoro didn't. that's why you find yourself pinned to a tree by a werewolf in heat.
ft. heat. predator/prey. outdoor sex. rough sex.
DAY 3 ⋮ HEY MR. ROBOT 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆!𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚
ˋ°•*⁀➷ you asked franky if he could turn himself into a sex machine as a joke. you're suprised that he can, in fact, turn himself into one. well, when in rome...
ft. crack fic. getting fucked by a machine. rough sex.
DAY 4 ⋮ WHO'S YOUR DADDY ? 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!𝒂𝒄𝒆
ˋ°•*⁀➷ ace is obsessed with you, he kisses the ground you step on. too bad you're his brother's girlfriend, that means he can't make a move at all...or can he? he's going to try his luck tonight at the custom party, thankfully luffy agreed on the matching costume.
ft. cheating. dub con. mask kink. semi public sex.
DAY 5 ⋮ LUST AT FIRST BITE 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 & 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏
ˋ°•*⁀➷ af first you thought you were dreaming about being kissed all over by two beautiful women at the dead of night. turns out you left your window open and a pair of cute vampires came in for a bite.
ft. f/f/f threesome. bloodplay. biting. body worship.
BONUS ⋮ BONES AND ALL 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌
ˋ°•*⁀➷ you've always wondered how it would feel to be fingered by brook. tonight, you solve that mystery.
ft. fingering. crack fic.
🕯️°. comment down below if you want to be in the taglist for this event ! the taglist will close on sept 25
a/n: i'm warning you now that not all of these will be long works, some will probably be 1k PWPs due to the amount of works i'll be posting (in my main account as well) !!
𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖 | secretly adopting a kitten behind 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒛𝒐𝒓𝒐's back
you found it alone next to a dark alley, crying out for food. it was so tiny you almost didn't see it, a furry black ball, wet from the rain. it broke your heart to find him like that, and you weren't going to leave him there—so you took off your sweater and covered it in its warmth.
you stopped by the nearest vet to check him. while they de-wormed him—they told you he was male—and ran some tests, you were thinking about a way to break the news of your new pet to your boyfriend.
it's not that zoro wasn't an animal lover, you've seen him pet the dogs at the park and feed the stray cats near your apartment, but owning a pet was a big step in your relationship! a whole new responsability you weren't sure he was willing to take.
when you arrived home, carrying a bag full of kitten food and toys, you were glad he hadn't arrived yet.
the kitten—you weren't sure of a name yet—made himself at home quickly, curling up into a tiny loaf between the sofa cushions. you sat next to him, enjoying the loud purrs.
half an hour later, after about a hundred pictures of the cat where taken, zoro arrived. the sound of his keys unlocking the door made you a bit anxious. you took a deep breath.
when zoro stepped into the living room, about to throw his hoodie on the couch, he paused on his feet. his eyes went from the black furry animal playing with one of his toys to you kneeled on the carpet holding it for him. back and forth. the kitten, you, the kitten, you.
you opened your mouth, but he beat you to it.
"what is that?" he asked, but it sounded more like a deadpan.
"a kitten," you replied.
he rolled his eyes. "yeah, i see that. what is it doing here?"
"i found him abandoned near the alley, a few streets from here. he was crying from hunger, all soaked, i couldn't leave him there!" you felt your heart being squeezed in pain by the thought of what could've happenned to that little baby if you went on your way.
"..." zoro just looked at you and how glassy your eyes've gotten. then, he looked at the cat again, which was still playing.
"please, zoro," you begged, clasping your hands together and pouting.
"..." no answer, he just threw his used hoodie on the sofa.
"pleeeeaseee."
"..."
"pretty pleaseee."
he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. he came back from the gym, he was probably very tired. "i don't know," he began, eyebrows furrowing together. "it's a big responsibility."
"i know, i've had cats before. i'm sure i can take care of him."
"yeah, but i've never had a pet of my own. i don't know if i'm going to take good care of...him."
you stood up and walked over to where he was standing. both of your arms slithered around his waist and hugged him tight. you took a moment to inhale his smell, sweat mixed with his perfume.
"i'm sure you'll take good care of him."
"babe, let's see our options, maybe someone'll want to adopt him if we post him online..."
you looked at him when he stopped talking, then turned back to see what caught his attention—the kitten fell asleep on top of zoro's hoodie.
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+18 | 𝒍𝒂𝒘 helping you strect . . . requested by anon !
law is glad you decided to start working out.
it's not only beneficial for your health—helps with cardiovascular efficiency, your muscles, your posture, prevents injuries—it also improves your overall mood.
except when you don't stretch... which you often "forget". he knows sometimes you are too tired and skip it, he makes sure to scold you about the risk of injuring yourself but he finds himself speaking to a wall when it comes to you and stretching.
well, he found a solution.
he'll just sit there and make sure you are stretching. no other motives; it has nothing to do with the way his pants get tighter whenever you do the downward dog and let out a little whine when your muscles hurt, or how your cleavage spills out of your sports bra, the tiny sweat drops falling down between your breasts—
law shakes his head, fake-focusing on the paper he was fake-reading to conceal his hungry gaze towards you...
ugh, but you keep doing it wrong! silly girl.
with "correcting your form" as an excuse, he gets between your legs and places one tattoed hand under your knee. he pushes your leg towards your chest, stretching your hamstring and drawing out a deep moan out of you that went straight to his cock.
oh, and you know it did. you have the biggest smirk, mischief written all over your face and sparkling up your eyes.
law just pushes your leg deeper, erasing that smile and drawing out another moan from you. he admires the way pain and pleasure contort your face, how similar this looks to what you both did this morning on his bed.
note, another benefit of stretching: you become more flexible.
+18 | thinking about 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 watching you work out . . .
𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊's sitting on a wooden stool on the sunny's deck, back leaning against the semi-wall behind him. there's a cigarette burning between his index and middle finger, one he ocasionally brings towards his lips to take a drag out of.
he feels very good.
the sunset is warm against his skin, and the sea breeze cools him down perfectly.
and to accompany this feeling he also has the most perfect view of your ass at the other end of the deck.
you are in all fours on top of your mat doing your second set of ten donkey kicks. the pair of light pink leggings show every curve and crevice it's clinging to, he can even make the outline of your panties under them.
but it's not only your ass what he's admiring. he's following every drop that runs down your back with his eyes. he can almost imagine the delicious saltiness of your skin when he gets to kiss all over your body after this.
the soft huffs and whines you make when you get tired are also music to his ears. he wishes he sat in front of you so he could see the frown on your face and that exhausted look you only get with him.
ahh, he truly thanks that moss-head of zoro for convincing you of letting him train you; now he can watch you in tight (sometimes tiny, if he's lucky) clothes, in all kinds of positions, moaning and grunting―outside of your bedroom!
he loves it now that when he goes outside his kitchen to smoke a cigarette, he gets to sit down and enjoy your little show.