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mirkoluvs · 8 months

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★ SUPER SHY

sanji (opla) x fem reader

genre: angst to comfort !!

notes: request !! this is a bit of a long one… also, yes. the title is inspired by new jeans hehe. also, request have been closed for a bit because my inbox is flooded… i appreciate the support and will open requests again soon once i finish most of them!

you were sitting as you listened to nami complain about how the crew was running low on money because of luffy’s food needs. you thought about bringing up her clothing addiction, but since you wanted the ship to stay intact, you kept your mouth shut.

“and i always tell him that we have enough to last us in the kitchen, but he never listens! i swear next time he spends money on food without telling me i’ll-“, “nami!”, sanji called out, walking out the kitchen with a tray of drinks. he quickly made his way over to the table that the two of you were at.

“nami, take this. it’ll help you calm down. i know luffy can be stressful”, sanji smiled, handing nami the drink. “why thank you, sanji”, she smiled back, taking the drink from his hand. “hey! what did i do?!”, luffy shouted from the front of the boat where he was watching usopp fish. sanji simply didn’t answer, continuing to smile at nami as he pushed off luffy’s whining.

finally, he turned to you. “for you”, sanji quickly said, handing you your drink and walking off. your eyes narrowed at the short lived interaction. it seemed like he didn’t care about you as much as he did nami. maybe you were overthinking it. but what if you weren’t? had you done something wrong? did you offend him or something?

“y/n?”, nami called out, tapping your shoulder. you jumped at the sudden touch, snapping out of it. “are you okay?”, she asked, a small bit of concern on her face. “yeah, i’m fine. i’m gonna go to the bathroom”, you smiled, quickly dismissing yourself. before she could further question you, you were already gone.

you quickly shut the bathroom door behind you, letting out a sigh. looking up, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. walking closer, you began picking at parts of your face.

is there something wrong with me? sure, i’m not as pretty as nami or other girls, but am i that bad that someone like sanji would barely acknowledge me…? he flirts with every woman he can, yet he always ignores me… that says a lot, huh?

before you could even realize it, there were tears streaming down your face. insecurities were swallowing you whole, it was unbearable. you leaned against the door, sliding down it as you tucked your knees against your chest and laid your head on your knees.

“hey, who’s in there? i gotta use the bathroom”, zoro asked, banging on the door. you jumped at his sudden presence. “sorry, i’ll be out soon”, you replied back, your voice unexpectedly quivering. you didn’t hear a response for a moment, the silence making you a bit nervous. “i’ll just wait, it’s fine”, he replied. before you could respond, he walked away. you sighed as you rested your head against the door.

the day passed by quickly as everyone was seated eating the dinner sanji had prepared. “where’s y/n? nobody ever skips dinner”, sanji asked, holding an extra plate. everyone looked around, shrugging. “i haven’t seen her since this afternoon, she might’ve fell asleep early”, nami answered. sanji rose an eyebrow but didn’t choose to question it.

after everyone, or so he thought, had left the kitchen, he started cleaning up what was left. “what the hell are you still doing in here?”, sanji groaned, being faced with the sight of the green-haired swordsman when he turned around. “quit whining, i can go wherever i want”, zoro fought back.

“did you say something to y/n earlier?”, he asked, picking up a random fruit on the counter. sanji rose an eyebrow as he continued scrubbing the dishes, “no? why are you asking me that”, he asked. “well, i saw her leave right after you gave nami and her those drinks. then i went to the bathroom and she was in there. sounded like she was crying or something”, he told him. sanjis eyes widened at what he said, pausing everything he was doing. “she was crying…?”, sanji muttered, turning to look at zoro who was playing catch with a random apple. “yeah, i guess. but if you say you didn’t do anything then maybe it was something else”, he shrugged, placing the apple down and walking out. sanji stayed in the same position he was in for a moment, thinking about what zoro said. he didn’t remember ever offending you, so what could’ve happened? he sighed, finishing up the last bit of the dishes left before closing up the kitchen.

soon enough, everything was packed away and sanji was able to go to sleep. he let out a yawn as he closed the kitchen door, rubbing his eyes. “finally, i’m exhausted- SHIT”, he exclaimed in shock, running into someone. “who the hell- y/n?”, he questioned in surprise. your eyes were wide as you realized who you had run into. you muttered small curses under your breath as you began to back away. “sorry, i’ll get going”, you started, beginning to turn around as you started to walk away. “no, wait”, sanji interfered, grabbing your wrist. your eyes widened at the motion. “were you gonna try to get leftovers?”, he asked. you let out a light laugh, trying to skim over the topic. “what? no! i just- well…”, you stuttered. yeah, you were busted.

“why weren’t you at dinner? nobody ever skips dinner”, sanji asked. his hand was still on your wrist as he looked into your eyes, a small bit of concern being prominent. “wasn’t hungry”, you muttered, looking away from him. he rose an eyebrow at your odd behavior, something was up and he knew it. “you don’t expect me to believe that when i just caught you trying to sneak leftovers, right?”, he asked, cocking his head to the side. “it doesn’t matter, just forget it. im going to bed”, you sighed, trying to pull your hand away from his hold. “tell me what’s wrong, y/n. did something happen? did someone say something?”, he asked, trying to look you in the eyes, something you were dodging.

“where is this concern suddenly coming from?”, you muttered just loud enough so he could hear you. that left him even more confused than before, his eyebrows tightening as he tried to figure out what you meant. the silence finally pushed you to look at him. you wanted to scoff at his confused expression. “you don’t care about me like the others, and you don’t have to pretend to because it’s just us here”, you told him, your voice a bit stern. his eyes widened at your words, shocked and lost. “wait, what? where is this coming from?”, he asked, a mix of concern and confusion lacing his words. “you always avoid me, sanji, and it hurts. it hurts a lot. you don’t look at me the same way you look at nami and other girls, you always keep our conversations short, hell, sometimes you don’t even look at me when we’re talking. i get it, maybe i’m not pretty like nami, or as entertaining as luffy and usopp, but is that really enough of a reason to hate me?”, you ranted, your voice cracking. once you started, you couldn’t get yourself to stop, it was a never ending pile of word vomit.

once you finished, you sighed, sniffling as you wiped a few tears running down your face. the silence was deafening as you looked at the ground, anxiously waiting for his response. “…is that really what you think?”, he finally muttered, his voice just loud enough so you could hear him. your silence clearly told him what your answer was. “y/n, look at me”, he asked. you remained still, your eyes staring daggers into the ground. he sighed, gently moving your head with two fingers so you’d face him. “listen to me when i say this. i do not hate you. it’s the complete opposite of that, actually. if i knew what i was doing made you feel like this, i would’ve stopped being such a wimp”, he sighed. you rose an eyebrow at his choice of words. “wimp?”, you questioned. “the truth is that i really, really like you. so much that i become a nervous wreck around you. that’s why i kept our conversations so short and never looked you in the eye. cause if i did, i’d probably explode on the spot. but to think that because i was such a coward that i had you feeling like this, had you skipping a meal all because i was nervous. i’m such an asshole”, he spoke, his regret being notable in his tone.

your eyes were blown open at his words, your jaw a bit agape. this whole time you thought he hated your guts, but in reality, it was the complete opposite. he was just nervous around you. you didn’t even know someone like him could get nervous around women. before you could reply, you felt his arms wrap around you, knocking the breath out of you due to shock. “im sorry, y/n. please forgive me. it hurts to see you cry, and it’s even worse knowing it’s my fault”, he apologized, his voice dripping with sorrow. you opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t even find words. you were shocked to say the least. sanji took the silence as a form of not accepting his apology, so he sighed. “it’s alright, i understand, i’ll-“, “NO! no, wait. i’m just shocked, that’s all… i forgive you… it’s alright”, you yelped, grabbing onto the sides of his arms. his eyes were wide for a moment, but quickly softened. a small smile grew on his face as he looked at you .

“you know what would be a nice make-up gift, though?”, you started. “what is it? i’ll do anything, you name it”, he answered quickly, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. just as you were about to speak, your stomach let out a loud grumble. the two of you froze for a second. “guess my stomach spoke for me, huh?”, you laughed. sanji let out a light chuckle.

“one fresh plate coming up!”

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dehydration-stati0n · 1 year

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I’m sorry if this request sounds a little strange (?), don’t feel obligated to write it.

May you please write some headcanons about how Nami, Robin and Brook would comfort the reader who feels guilty for something she did in the past and can’t fix it anymore?

Thanks for reading <3

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past HCs

You picked some great characters for a prompt like this. Hope that this helps you out some anon <33

Rules Word Count: 0.8k Spoilers: None

Nami

She'd be the most up-front about checking in on you. Nami wouldn’t wait around for you to tell her, she’d just stroll up to you and demand to know what’s wrong.

Nami will sit you down in private and be a shoulder to cry on- or rant to, whatever comes first.

Major sleepover vibes- I mean she literally just grabs snacks and a blanket and waits for you to start talking.

She tried to avoid how she felt to protect the people she cared about in her own past and wants you to understand that it doesn’t always work that way. Sometimes it's best to talk it out with someone you trust. She wants what she perceives is best for you, and, in her opinion, hiding your feelings isn’t the way.

She'd hug you tightly against her, running her hands gently through your hair with the simple promise that anything you tell her will never be repeated.

Any negative self-talk will be immediately shot down. That’s not gonna slide with her and she’ll have you list off everything you like about yourself instead.

She'd give you anything you needed if you asked her.

You want it to be a little quiet so you can think? She'll make it happen. You feel like crying? She's got the tissues. You want a distraction? She's got tons of gossip to tell.

A the end of it all, she'd have Luffy stop the ship at the nearest island and take you shopping. A little retail therapy never hurt anyone ;)

Robin

Robin is VERY observant and will immediately catch on when something doesn't seem right.

She'll ask you if anything's wrong and leave it at that until you're ready to talk more about it.

She'd sit with you and listen quietly as you explained what it was that happened. Take as much time as you need to process anything, she'll always be right there for you.

She'd have her hands caress you or rub your back to help comfort you. She's best at comforting people physically.

She probably knows some sort of mind or breathing exercise that could help you through your guilt or nerves. Maybe even some advice if you asked for it.

She’ll help point out all the things that are currently in your control. Maybe something bad happened in the past, but what can you do to avoid it in the future? Is there anything you can do now that might help ease the past situation? Or is it all out of reach now?

If it's out of reach, then she'll help you come to terms with it all. There's nothing you can do about it now, so it's all about acceptance.

The most important thing she wants you to remember is that no one’s perfect. Everyone on the Thousand Sunny has flaws, and that's ok.

Robin would advise you to try and work through them and better yourself as you move forward instead of overthinking the things that have happened in the past.

Brook

He'll try not to pry too much. He knows how hard guilt can be on someone. Instead, he'll try to cheer you up periodically throughout the day.

Making bad jokes, singing, telling you stories about his life prior to the Strawhats- whatever he can do to give your mind a break from thinking about it.

If you did decide to open up more about it to him, he'd be overjoyed at the trust.

Guilt is a strong emotion to feel, he's handled it himself. Most of it being survivor's guilt for when the Rumbar Pirates died. So he’s relieved that you feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

The exaggerated way he carries himself can be off-putting at times, but he means well. In his mind, he thinks that the more light-hearted he seems the more you’ll feel light-hearted in your situation.

Although, if you need him to tone it down, he can do that too. His default will always be to support you.

He’s been through a lot, so he’ll have a few things he can add— little tips and ways to cope that he’s learned through his time alone.

His voice is very soothing and it’ll help to calm your nerves if you're feeling antsy or stressed.

He’ll also try to do little things like playing a song to help you sleep, hanging random little positive reminders everywhere to help you come to terms with your past, or simply just coming over to talk to you. It can be about anything you want, he just doesn’t want you to be or feel alone. That’s the last thing he’d want for himself, and it’s the last thing he wants for you.

He's already experienced death once, so his end goal would be to get you to not dwell on it any longer than necessary. You only have one life, don't waste it in the past.

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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Hello! I'm so happy that your request is open again (because I've been waiting for it)! Do you mind if I request romantic headcanons for Katakuri, Zoro, and Law with F!S/O where S/O faints from overworking? If you think my request is uncomfortable for you, you could decline it! Thank you!

PS. Don't forget to take care of yourself!

Aww thanks for waiting so patiently!! I will do my very best!! 💜💜

Seeing your body fall to the ground shocked the man. He quickly did his best to cushion your fall as your skin grew sweaty and cold from the shock. His usual stoic expression is now one filled with worry for your wellbeing.

Once you wake up, he lets out a bated breath as he checks you over, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself while doing his best to ask the usual medical questions a doctor would.

Carries you like the prince(ss) you are, even if you are taller than him! He sees you as this higher being who deserves nothing more than the best. So carry, he will!

If the reason you passed out was caused from not eating or drinking enough water, he offers you some of his beloved donuts and makes sure you drink enough for two people!

However, if it was something scary or triggering, he does his best to remember the situation, so you never have to go through that again. He uses his Observation Haki to make sure you stay safe too in any new circumstance.

Just like the other two, he’s worried. He lost his friend to a fall, and seeing you tumble to the floor just brings back fears he didn’t want to remember. You were not Kuina, you can’t die like her!

Calls for Chopper to come look at you, while he shakes you awake, worry in his eyes as he feels unsure what to do. Once Chopper confirms you just passed out and would be fine is when he is reassured everything will be okay.

When you are awake, he goes back to his tough boy ways, but stays by your side, not wanting to let you fall again. Suggests you need some sake in you life (or some form of alcohol-) to help build up your system.

If you ask if he was worried about you, he will cough up his sake and deny it. No he wasn’t worried! Are you crazy, why would he waste his time on such a silly thing! Gosh! And no he isn’t blushing, don’t let it go to your head!

When you aren’t looking, he smiles a bit, happy to know you are safe and sound. He made a promise never to lose his important people again, and whether you like it or not, you’re one of them!

Law’s medical side kicks in and he goes into doctor mode. Fanning your face, making you lay on your back and checks your eyes while talking to you, letting you know he’s here for you.

He’s worried, but he doesn’t let it show, doing his best to stay calm for both of you, knowing you might react badly once you wake up. When he sees your eyes open, a sigh of relief leaves his body.

Shaky hands place themselves on your face as he looks you over. his body shaking despite his flat appearance, the only sigh that his own adrenaline had kicked in. You were okay, it’s okay.

Watches you like a hawk for the next few days, even if you think you feel better, he makes sure you are eating the proper food and drinking your daily intake of water. If you take medicine, you better believe he is checking too for side effects or if you are taking them.

Only shows he cares when you are asleep. He pulls your body close to his, almost as if you are a comfort plushie, he face buried in your shoulder as he breathes. He keeps reminding himself he didn’t lose you and isn’t planning on anytime soon.

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years

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Marco X Reader Angst-Comfort

Warnings- Experimental abuse, mentions of needles and syringes, panic attacks and past trauma. Reader can transform into a rabbit.

Word Count- 3.5 K

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“Good morning Y/N, do you need help carrying that?” Ace gestured to the large box filled to the brim with paperwork and medical charts.

“I’ve got this. Thank you for offering.” You smile at him and continue your walk to a certain blonde's office.

“Oh I see.” You look back to see Ace smirking wildly. “You taking that to your man?”

“He isn’t my man! ” You shoot a scowl at the smirking man. You could feel heat rise to your cheeks. You wish you had never told the freckled faced man anything about your crush. Now all he does is tease you any chance he gets.

“No not yet at least. You need to go ahead and tell him how you feel.” His tone turned slightly serious. “I speak for the entire crew when I say we are sick of seeing you follow him like a love sick puppy or I guess in your case rabbit.” He chuckled at his own joke. Classic Ace behavior.

“I’ll tell him when the time is right. I don’t want to ruin our friendship or our working relationship.” You wonder if there will ever really be a “right time”.

“There is no time like the present.” Ace gave you one of his comforting wide smiles. “Besides I have a good hunch he likes you a lot more than you think. You're his precious little Y/N after all.” Ace stuck his tongue out in a taunting way.

“Shut it fire farce. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get going. Unlike you I actually work instead of flaking out on job duties.” You stick your tongue back out at him, causing a pout to form on his face.

“Whatever. Anyways I guess I’ll let you “hop” to it.” He chuckled again at his own corny rabbit joke. You watch as Ace walks away. The jolly roger on his back flexed with every step. He was proud of it, and you were just as proud of the symbol.

(Flashback)

Ever since you’ve joined the whitebeards you feel like you have the family you always wanted. Although you didn't exactly walk up and join the bunch, they more or less rescued you. When you were young your parents sold you off to a scientist for money, you spent most of your life being experimented on. The scientist planned on making a bio-engineered weapon to overthrow the world government by turning them into small weak creatures that could be controlled easily. He was almost successful. He was able to turn you into a rabbit after a few years, the only problem was you could change back into a human. Most of the time you could change at will. But sometimes it happened sporadically. He was frustrated at the fact. You’ll never forget the day he came and grabbed you from the small cage, the angry look in his eyes. He dragged you down a hallway until you were outside. The first time you had been outside in years. To your surprise you were on a ship of all things. He called you worthless, his failed experiment. Without a second look he threw you off the boat and into the dark sea below. The cold water had shocked your small body. You were never taught how to swim.

After struggling to stay above water, you were lucky enough to find a small piece of driftwood floating. It was your saving grace. At that moment you were glad to be in rabbit form, the wood would not hold up your human body weight. After a few days of floating at sea with no food or clean water along with the heat of the sun , you were so weak you could not move. The thought of dying scared you, but then again maybe things would be better if you were dead. Maybe death will bring peace. You had accepted your fate, now it was just a waiting game. You could hear the sound of faint wings flapping. All you remember after that was seeing blue wings of fire, big hands grabbing your frail rabbit body and a voice asking “Can we eat it?” Luckily Marco, the one who pulled you from the sea also protected you from becoming rabbit stew. The doctor took pity on you, he could tell you were on the verge of death and he had a soft spot for small animals. He took you to the infirmary immediately and started healing you. You were up and moving in no time. Marco would smile at your progress, not knowing the small creature in front of him was not just a rabbit. You tried hard to go back into your human form, but could not no matter how hard you tried. It was frustrating, you wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you. You also wanted to tell him your name was not “fuzzball”.

After a while you started getting used to being treated like a princess by the man. He would hold you close to his warm chest as you took a nap. He even made a small bed that sat on his work desk so could nap when he was busy. Every now and then he would caress your soft fur. His big warm hands had become your source of comfort and protection. It was unlike anything you have felt before. You have craved this feeling of safety for so long. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. One night Marco was finishing some paperwork while you watched. He placed the papers in his desk drawer and got up from the swivel chair. “It’s time for bed fuzzball.” He picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms. And just like that, poof, you were back human again. To make things worse you were as naked as the day you were born. You’ll never forget the look of utter shock Marco had on his face. He held you up for a few seconds before sitting your feet on the floor. He wrapped his purple jacket around you. And gave you a confused look.

“Thank you for taking care of me. And my name is not fuzzball, it’s Y/N!” You blurted out and smiled up at the very confused Marco. He blinked at you a few times, processing what just occurred.

“Duly noted. You stay here, I’ll go get you some clothes fuzz- I mean Y/N” Marco ran out of the room. He had seen some weird stuff before but you took the cake. He came back with clothes and gave you some privacy so you could change.

You gave him his purple jacked back and explained everything to him. The first thing he did was apologize to you for petting your fur saying “It was rude” but you assured him it was okay. He took you to meet pops and the rest of the crew. After the initial shock and questions from the crew you explained everything to Whitebeard, after he heard you never had family he asked you to join. Without anywhere else to go, you said yes and now you're officially a pirate and a child of Whitebeard.

Pops noticed how comfortable you were around Marco, so he gave you the job as his assistant/ secretary. Marco was a busy man and you know that first hand from watching. You accepted his offer. Now you mainly forged his signature on paperwork and help take vitals when it's time for the crew's check ups. It was a busy job, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Getting to work next to Marco everyday was the best thing to ever happen.

(Flashback end)

As crazy as it sounds, you were glad that twisted scientist had thrown you overboard. You would have never met Marco or the rest of the crew if he didn’t. Fate had a funny way of bringing people together. Your trip down memory lane came to an end as you approached the door to Marco’s office/exam room. You knocked gently.

“Come in, yoi.” Marco’s voice called out. A smile found its way on your face.

“It’s just me, I got all the paperwork signed and organized.” He swiveled his body around to face you. He gave you the lazy smile he always does.

“Thank you Y/N, I appreciate your hard work.” He stood up, all 6’8 of him towering over you. He gently grabbed the box from your hands and laid it on his desk. “How are you feeling today?”

“No problem, I’m always glad to help. And I’m doing okay. I have a little bit of a headache, but nothing too bad.” Marco gave you a concerned look. You know he worries a lot about you and rightfully so considering most of your life was spent being injected with who knows what. All the unknowns made you anxious. His hand came down to ruffle your hair, he must have noticed the unease you were feeling.

“It's okay, you're okay. Would giving you a check up make you feel better?” You nod your head and sit down on the exam table. You would be lying if you said you're not nervous. You trust him fully, but being in a situation like this makes you remember things you want to forget. Marco went through a drawer and pulled out a thermometer and his stethoscope. He sat on his swivel chair and rolled over to you. “Breathe in and out normally.” You did as you were told as he moved the stethoscope over your back, listening to your lungs. “Your lungs sound normal.” He laid the stethoscope to the side and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Let me take your temperature and I’ll be done, yoi. Say ahh.” You open your mouth as he places the thermometer under your tongue. You hear a group of beeps meaning the reading was done. Marco had a concerned look on his face. “Your temp is 102. That is pretty high, I’m going to get you some meds to bring it down.”

“Okay.” You wait as Marco goes through cabinets searching for the medicine. Your eyes wander over to the small bed that is still on his desk. You still use it from time to time to take a nap. No one dares to bother you, especially with Marco around. He would beat anyone who tried to wake you up. Just last week he sent Ace flying because he was being too loud while you slept. Your heart swelled thinking about how protective he was. All the more reason you love him.

“Here we go.” Marco’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He turned to face you and what he held in his hand made you freeze. You could feel your heart rate pick up and heat rise to your face from the panic coursing through your body. He had a needle in his hand. “Are you okay Y/N?” Marco walked closer causing you to scooch back away from him. You could only stare at him in horror.

“No please, not that.” Your voice cracked as tears spilled down your face. You kept looking at the needle and syringe in his hand. Flashbacks came crashing in, all the time you were tied down and injected with something, all the times you screamed bloody murder for it to stop. All the small scars that littered your arms. It was too much. Your body unwillingly transformed into your rabbit form. Your flight response kicked in and you bounced off the exam table and straight out of Marcos office. You need to hide, you need to find a safe place.

“Y/N?” You passed a concerned voice, but you were going too fast to understand who it was.

You ran until you got to your bedroom door. You go through the small hole Ace had carved out for you due to you sometimes getting stuck in rabbit form. At a time like this you were thankful. Your instincts to find safety landed you under your bed. Going to the main back corner, you curled into a ball and as the world collapsed around you.

~~~~~

“Hey Marco, do you know why Y/N was running?” Ace peaked his head into the door.

“Unfortunately it was my fault.” Marco held the syringe up to Ace.

“What did you do?” Ace’s face went angry as he looked at the needle.

“She has a bad temperature and I was going to give her a shot to help bring it down. I should have known better. After what she’s been through I can understand why she is afraid of needles.” Marco stood up from his chair walking towards Ace.

“I see. Well I’m relieved to know it wasn’t on purpose. If it was, I was going to kick your phoenix ass.” Ace shot Marco an intimidating look.

“That’s some tough talk for someone who wanted to cook her up, yoi.” Marco retorted.

“I didn’t know she was a human at that time! What you did was much worse, scaring the poor girl who loves you.” Ace slammed a hand over his mouth a little too late.

“I know she does.” He could tell considering you made your feelings painfully obvious. “And it’s a mutual feeling. But that's not important right now. Which way did she go?”

“She was going down that way, if I had a guess she went to her room.” Ace pointed down the hall.

“Thanks, I’m going to go make this right.”

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The same scene kept playing in your head. Your body tied up to monitors, the sound of a iv dripping. You could hear it. It felt so real. The sense of doom was suffocating. Your eyes open, you're surrounded by darkness. You wanted to move but you feel frozen in place. Your ears pick up the sound of footsteps approaching your room. They stepped closer and closer until they were still in front of your door. The doorknob shook as the door creaked open.

“Y/N are you in here.” Marco’s voice softly called out. “I want to apologize.” You wanted to call out to him, but you can’t. The fear of the past had engulfed you.

“I am so sorry. I should have taken your past into consideration. I didn't mean to scare you and I swear on my life I won’t ever make this mistake again.” His voice was riddled with guilt. After a few moments of silence, he started to walk out of the room, he must have thought you weren't in the room. You look at the one of the wooden posts that hold your bed up. You decided to kick your fuzzy leg against it to make a “thud”.

“Y/N?” Marco got down on his knees and looked at your body curled up underneath the bed. His heart shatters seeing you all alone, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Hey there sweet girl. Can you come out for me?” Marco reached his hand out towards you. You hesitate for a moment, but you hop towards him until you sit in the palm of his hand. He pulls you out from underneath the bed and sits you on his lap.

“I really am sorry. I hope you can forgive me, yoi.” You look up at him and nod confirming you forgive him. You know he had good intentions. “I’m going to make that medicine in pill form for you. Do you feel comfortable going back to my office with me?” Again you nod your head. Marco stood up from the floor and held you close. The sound of his heartbeat was grounding you. He walks out of your room and shuts the door gently.

“It looks like you found the runaway rabbit.” Ace walked up and smacked Marco on the back. He looked down at your small form and gave you a small pat.

“Yeah, we are heading back to my office, yoi.” Marco stepped back from Ace, as if he did not want him touching you.

“Dinner will be ready soon, don’t be late. Oh and Y/N, I have bad news. Thatch said we are out of carrots.” Ace gave you a fake sad face. Without hesitation you jumped from Marco’s arms and kicked Ace in the face with your little leg. He let out a small oww and you nestled back into Marco’s arms. “That was mean.” He came eye level with you.

“You deserved it.” Marco brought you up on his shoulder so Ace couldn't get to you. “Well be there soon, I’m going to make her medicine first.” Ace nodded as you and Marco walked back towards his office.

“I’m going to start grinding the meds, you focus on turning back human if you can.” Marco sat you down on his desk. He immediately started rummaging through different cabinets and drawers. Your body was calming down with each passing second. Marco had a theory as to why you turn into a rabbit spontaneously. He thinks it's something to do with stress levels. He told you to try to picture yourself in a happy place when you were stuck as a rabbit. It was funny, because being with him was your happy place.

“Ace told me something interesting.” Marco’s voice broke your thoughts. “He more or less told me how you felt towards me.”

You looked at Marco, who did not turn to face you. He continued rummaging through cabinets. You were going to beat Ace’s ass.

“You have definitely softened me up. Ever since you’ve been around the crew says I’m more “Gentle” on them. In all honesty you have me wrapped around your finger whether you realize it or not.” He started to mix together different ingredients while you sat still, listening to his words. “I’ll never forget the time you wanted to go into town with me. I told you no, but you wasted no time turning into a rabbit and doing the little begging hands thing.” Your little trick ended up working. You and Marco went around the town collecting things for the ship. You didn’t exactly have money, but Marco insisted on getting anything you wanted.

“I guess what I’m trying to get at.” Marco turned around to face you. “I love you Y/N. I have for a while now, yoi.” He gave you a soft smile, one that melted your heart. So overcome with emotions, you jump off the desk and head straight towards Marco. Your body turned normal in the process, making you and him fall to the floor.

“Do you mean it?” You lift your body off of Marco’s, your eyes locked on his.

“I do. Here, let me show you.” His arms wrap around your midsection, bringing your face down to his. His lips met yours in a soft kiss. You felt like you could float away if his hands were not holding you to him. “Was that enough, or do I need to convince you a little more?”

“I believe you.” You had tears coming from your eyes. Marco’s hand cupped your cheeks wiping them away. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” The sweet moment is destroyed by your stomach growling. Marco let out a laugh. “We better go get food before it’s gone.” He stood up, taking you up with him so your feet stood on the floor. “Take this before we go.” He poured you a glass of water before handing you the medicine. You gulped it down.

“Thank you, I feel better already.” You smile up at the blond who has a pleased look on his face.

“Good. Now we better get going before that glutton Ace eats all the good food.” You laugh at his statement.

“Maybe we will get lucky and he’ll be passed out before he could gobble it all up.” You wrap your arm around his as you head towards the deck. You could hear the crew's rowdy voices booming. Lucky enough you see plenty of food on the tables, and Ace was indeed passed out on his plate.

“Well well well. It's about time you two got together.” Thatch looked at you and Marco. You hid your embarrassed face in his bicep. Some of the crew whistled out, while others cheered.

“Huh, did I fall asleep?” Ace raised his head up. A piece of corn was stuck up his nose. His eyes settle on you and Marco. A big smile formed on his face. “Good. My work as a wingman is done.” His head slammed back down on the plate. Everyone shrugged his action off and continued eating.

You and Marco sat down next to whitebeard who gave you an approving smile.

“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Marco whispered in your ear. You nod your head. After dinner you escaped to Marco’s room. He carried your body as if it was weightless all the way there. He laid you gently on his bed and crawled beside you.

“I love you.” You say barely above a whisper as he pulls you close to him. The warmth from his body engulfed you.

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

End

#marco x reader #one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece comfort #angst with a happy ending #one piece #marco the phoenix #ace is a menace #marco x chubby reader

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rose-riot-johnson · 1 month

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Hey my Tumblr Peeps😁I have a treat for you, not only I'm gonna write another One Piece fanfic, however considering that I have been noticing that there are people (aside from myself) who is a fan of Bartolomeo, I decided to give writing about him a try🔰😃👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🔰Why Do Want To Join My Crew?🔰(Bartolomeo x Afab (assigned female at birth) Reader)

Genres: Comfort, Possible Smut, Possible Angst (Warnings +18⚠️: Sexual Comments, mentions of cheating (niether the reader nor Barto are part of cheating), Language, possible mentions of jealousy, alcohol use (and reference))

You were one of Bartolomeo's childhood friends and one of his secret crushes. While he did worship Luffy since the incident in the Loguetown where he saw Luffy escape from Buggy (which prevented Buggy from executing Luffy), you are also very, precious to him in many ways. Unfortunately, you had a boyfriend before at the time prior to Bartolomeo becoming a captain of his own crew and what makes things worse for Barto is the fact that your boyfriend is a captain of his own crew, because you ended up joining your boyfriend's crew before Luffy inspired Barto to become a pirate and even joined your boyfriend's crew (and dated him) before Barto was able to confess his love for you.

Bartolomeo was happy for you and all, however eversince he met your boyfriend (and captain), he always has been feeling off about him. Barto has been tolerating him, especially to save your feelings, however there was just something he doesn't like about your boyfriend. Barto wasn't sure if he was jealous of your captain or if there was another reason he's easily irritated deep down, however he just has always felt off about that captain who you were in a relationship with.

Sometime after Bartolomeo and his crew formed an alliance with the Strawhats (Luffy and his crew), it became a coincidence that he bumped into you, as he notices you were currently in the same exact area of the same village without the captain or any of the rest of the captain's crew. Barto was surprised and excited to see you (even though he tried his best to contain his excitement). You were actually low-key happy to see him, as you gave him a hug. You asked him about how he has been doing and he actually was more than happy to tell you about his adventures with his crew, how he met his hero Luffy and other stuff he was super excited to tell you, even tough he believes that you only wanted to check on him to see how he was doing, as friends do. You listened to every word he told you, as you admitted being happy to hear that he's doing well. After he finished talking about his adventures, you then asked, "I hate to intrude on you or anything, however may I join your crew? Navigator or possibly any position you set me up in for your crew? If I can't join your crew, may I atleast tag along for a while, Barto?".

Bartolomeo was actually confused and surprised that you have asked the questions that you had asked him, as it took him a minute to think about your questions, as he then answered, "I'm confused... You want to join my crew? We will talk about that later, considering that I thought you were in a crew with, (captain name).", as he then smiled ashe continued, "However you can certainly tag along with me and my crew... I certainly don't mind...". You were actually glad he was going to let you atleast tag along, however you were surprised with his answer. It's not actually about his confusion, however it was how he answered you, as you somehow, expected him to not even let you tag along.

It was sunset, when you and Bartolomeo went on his ship and you were fascinated with how his ship was set up. You then asked him, if he did have his own room and if you could have alone time in his room if he did have his own room on his ship, which made him blush and was surprised you asked him this, so ofcourse he's going to tell you yes. He would never turn down any opportunity to hangout with you, especially without that captain you were around alot.

The next thing you did was follow Bartolomeo inside his room, as you became very fascinated to see, how he decorated his room. "I see, you liked what I did with decorating my room, (Afab reader name)...", he happily cooed before offering you an alcoholic beverage he knew you enjoy drinking. Once the both of you started drinking, he then said, "I will admit... I was shocked you asked me the questions and I'm honestly most shocked about the fact you asked me to let you join my crew... As much as I would be more than happy to let you join my crew, let me get something straight... You were in a crew with your boyfriend (captain name), who I thought was still your captain... I really don't know what to make of this... So, if you don't mind, I would like to hear your explanation on any motives you might have about asking me to let you join my crew, (Afab reader)...", as your questions from earlier were the main things that crossed his mind, as he was having mixed feelings of concern, happy, and frightened, while making sure not to jump to any conclusions about your questions you asked him earlier.

You were annoyed about something he said, as you were trying to keep as calm as possible as you explained, "It's complicated, Barto... I really thought my captain loved me... A few months ago, he had me fetch him a keg of beer... Unfortunately after I got back to his ship with a keg of beer I fetched for him, I caught him and another crew member having sex together... I snapped asking the both of them what's going on, to let them know I caught him cheating, because it was fucken obvious that he was letting her ride on him... After I asked, they were shocked I caught them, then they stopped fucking together, as he then told me that he no longer wants to be with me and I'm no longer his navigator... I was confused as I asked what did he mean by what he said, because I thought I have been doing an amazing job as a navigator and I treated him well, so he told me this woman who is part of his crew is my replacement, because I'm so horrible in bed that he couldn't help look at me anymore and that if anyone else finds out how horrible I would be to have sex with, they would cheat on me and/or wouldn't want me in their crew and that I would be the most unlovable person, where I'd be the most impossible to love... So, his philosophy is that if I'm horrible in bed, then I'm also a horrible navigator, crew mate, and lover anyone could ever have... So, eversince (captain name) started fucking his mistress who is his other fucken crew mate, dumped me, and kicked me out of his crew, I pretty much traveled alone... I did overhear plenty of people talk about your hero Luffy, his crew, you, and your crew often... Tough I haven't talked to anyone until we bumped into eachother and it was a complete coincidence... I'm actually surprised you still talked to me... I mean I wasn't trying to get at anyone nor was I being desperate by any means... I just want you to know I want to make things right, if I do join your crew... Just ask me for anything and I will try my best for whatever you ask... Tough, I might be terrible at anything you ask me to do, to warn you...", before you looked down at the floor. Barto was shocked about what he heard from you, however he was still confused about what you meant when you said about making things right. He also notices your felt really degraded.

Bartolomeo then asked, "What do you mean when you said about making things right? And doing anything I ask even tough you believe you can't do things right? Do you actually believe you have to be perfect in bed to be considered as someone'a amazing significant other and a great navigator?". You then began to sob, as you broke down in tears, proceeding to hug him. Barto then had his arms around you, while petting your head with his left hand. He just truly felt bad for what your ex captain (who is your ex boyfriend) did to you. Now Barto figured that no matter if he was jealous of (captain name) or not, he now has found a reason why he couldn't stand your ex. Your ex turned out to be that bad, after all.

Bartolomeo then calmly said, "You don't have to worry about being good at everything, sweetie... Infact, nobody is perfect... I can just tell from what you're telling me, he hurt your self-esteem really bad... Since you seemed to have good motives to join my crew, I will let you join... Just hear me out... I've been wanting to tell you this for a very long time... I had been in love with you for a long time... Even before I became inspired by my hero Luffy, to become a captain of my own crew... I will understand, if you only like me, as a friend... I rather not pressure you into anything... I just want you to be yourself... Fuck what anyone else thinks of you, (Afab reader name)... Sorry to say this, but fuck what your ex thinks of you, too... I knew something was off about him, it's just I didn't know he would stoop low as he did... Even Luffy would be ashamed of him, because how much of a disgrace he turned of to be, if he was to find out about it... I shit you not... Luffy would also be very livid to hear what your ex did to you, needless to say... I'm saying this, out of a captain's love, considering I will be your new captain now and you asked me to join your crew... So, all I'm asking you is to not push yourself into any favors, and you to be your own person... Seriously... Just because I have a huge crush on you and I'm your captain now doesn't mean, you have to throw yourself at me and be an object to pleasure me... Okay, (Afab reader name)?". You then stop sobbing, as you replied, "Okay, Barto... Thank you for being there for me, especially when I needed you... And may I hug you, atleast a little longer?". He then replied back, "No problem and go ahead... And that's what I'm here for, so hug me, as long as you need to, my precious angel...".

After that evening or night, you began to realize you were a part of a crew that really cares about you. Yes, even your captain Bartolomeo truly cares about you, obviously. It did took some time, however you and Barto took some time with your relationship with him, considering that it turned out, you felt the same way for him, as he does for you. It's like the both of you are soulmates, who are destined to be together.

A bonus for Bartolomeo is when he saw your ex hanging out with his mistress, Barto madesure to wait for your ex's mistress to go to another area, where your ex would be alone, before Barto does beat the crap out of your ex. The way Barto beat up you ex (captain name) alone, will tell your ex how Barto truly feels about him and Barto madesure your ex paid for what he did to you.

🔰The End🔰

Okay my Tumblr Peeps😃👍While I did get inspired to write some ideas down for this particular One Piece fanfic, I honestly have been wanting to write a fanfic about Bartolomeo for a while, especially before reading some fanfics pertaining him and a few fanfics that pertain characters from a different anime😁🔰While it's rare I write about the character beating up the reader's ex (which was something I have written in 1 of my Bleach fanfics), for this fanfic it was kinda a last minute idea while writing this fanfic😅 Aside from the character, no matter what character I write about I honestly wanted to write a fanfic with some ideas the way I have written this fanfic and I did my best to be creative with this fanfic best I could think of writing🔰💡😃👍As for grammar, if I made any spelling or grammar mistakes, it might be because I really wanted to write this fanfic about Bartolomeo and I may have rushed with the fanfic where I forgot to check it😅 Otherwise I hope you enjoyed this fanfic about him, and I really had fun writing this fanfic about Barto🔰😁👍

*Fun Fact: While I was reading one of the chapters of One Piece, for what Bartolomeo did to the guys talked trash about Luffy, I honestly don't blame Barto at all and this is why I have tons of respect for Barto🔰Ofcourse he's 1 of the characters I'm keen on😃🔰

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belligerentbaddie · 15 days

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After the strawhats find the one piece and properly celebrate, they decide maybe it’d be a good time to part ways. They each have a path to take now. But the strawhats are the strawhats: they’ll want to see each other again. They each get a eternal pose to a meeting point, one where if they ever want or need to see each other they can meet there.

A few months after splitting up, Luffy sees an island come into view. He made it! The navigator told him that was just it up ahead, and handed him back his eternal pose. Luffy vehemently thanks him, before turning back to look at the island. The closer they got to shore, Luffy spots a spot on the beach where there are people gathering. As they near closer and closer, Luffy starts laughing out of control.

He cannot believe it.

“LUFFY!!! IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!”

Zoro shouts, with a wide smile across his face. Nami and Usopp waving their arms in the air desperate to greet luffy. Sanji and Robin are quiet with smiles and light tears. Luffy can make no mistake telling what theyre feeling; they’re elated to see him. Chopper and franky are sitting off to the side cheering more and more as Luffy nears. Both of them sobbing, of course!

Brook says something about improvising a song, which Luffy can’t quite makeout but he can tell is funny by the way Jimbei laughed in response.

Luffy felt a bit embarrassed. He was the last one to decide to come, and here he was worrying if he might be the only one, especially so soon. shaking the feeling off, he decided to do what he wished like always. And it paid off.

“YOU GUYS!” Luffy just can’t stop laughing, even as he flies off the ship leaping into their huddle, crashing and shouting. Usually they’d be more upset, but right now it just made them happy.

They always begged Luffy not to do it and the moment he no longer was, was the moment they all felt the absence of him crashing into them, one that felt cold and lonely.

They all laugh, a heap of shouting and cackling friends trying not to crush each other as they get up. Luffy can’t wait to drink, catch up and play with them but he already can’t help but wonder where they’re going to go next.

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aveegrex · 2 years

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YOU KNOW YOUR HUSBAND WELL

Captain Smoker comes home after another stressful day at the Watch, and you know just how to alleviate his worries

pairing: sub!Smoker x f!reader genre: smut, sorta comfort word count: 1,7k cw: smoking (duh, although just a mention), dom/sub dynamics, sub!Smoker, dom!reader, ass play, impact play, rimming (annilingus), fingering, pegging, a tad bit of degradation ('slut' and 'whore' used), choking, restraints, usage of biblical metaphors and terms (a little bit, though)

author's note: yeah this one is pure porn, want me a big man to peg

You know Smoker all too well.

Your husband is a gloomy, calm type. Not an excess move, not an excess word, not an excess effort - years with the Marine Watch groomed a precision within him, maximizing his efficiency to unbelievable levels.

But Smoker is a tired man. Weathered and exhausted when he comes home by the end of the day. It only takes you a swift look at your husband to understand his immediate needs, years of marriage training both of you to comprehend each other without a single word.

To the outside world, to all his subordinates and higher-ups Smoker always appeared as an impregnable wall - hence the position of the Grand Line gatekeeper, hence the respect, hence the fear. All who knew you as his wife seemed to transfer Captain’s protective and supportive role to his personal affairs, deeming him a domineering post of stability for and security for you.

You never felt the need to correct his colleagues on that, preferring to leave your husband’s image undisturbed. They don’t need to know of moments like tonight, when Smoker’s desperation for a stone-firm pillar to rest upon is screaming at you through his heavy sight.

You waste no time sitting him on a little ottoman by the door, carefully discarding his clothes and shoes aside. Gentle fingers quick to remove the cigars from his dry lips, and you press a reassuring kiss to his forehead. Not a word shared, not a sound breaking the soothing silence of your shared home.

You pull his muscular body up, guiding him to the bedroom, and he falls to the bed chest first, naked and grateful, immediately stretching his limbs closer to the cuffs, carefully hidden by the bedposts. Four little crunches of leather on his skin and a loud clasp of metal around his throat, a thin dangling of a leash chain concluding his favorite overture. Like a conductor edging the public with a rustle of a score sheet before the main suite ensues, you plant a loving kiss to his nape, and he exhales loudly, feeling a warm tingle in his stomach.

You never restrict his sight with blindfolds, opting for simply making him concentrate on pillows. He’s ungrounded enough as it is, lost in many complicated schemes and strategies provided at work. Your job and responsibility for now is to collect him into a solid man and bring him back from the dark clouds.

A squelch of baby oil precedes a cold stream to his back and he huffs again as your dainty hands spread it across his back, working the soreness away. You start at his buzzing shoulders and get lower, unable to resist a teasing press to his loin. Smoker lets out a whine, feeling his cock stiffen at just that. He remembers how you found out about this weak spot of his, and then experimented with bringing him on the verge of orgasm by a slow massage to this area, as he whined and moaned, deranged.

He feels your body shuffling lower down his legs, your lips traveling down his spine, unpleased that your pretty nose is now faced with a rough odor of marine shower rooms. But his senses are quickly shifting in agitation as you grab a handful of his ass, eliciting a hoarse moan from your husband’s throat. He’s so sensitive there, vulnerable to any ministrations with his lower back, eager for you to use it to your benefit.

“Count for me, love” - a sharp drag of your nails leaving his throat dry. You waste no second to yank on his leash, interrupting his airflow. “Will you comply?”

“Yes, my apologies, yes, I-.. I will” - he manages, mentally preparing for a sweet torture. The chain of his leash still taut, his senses heightened, he registers a faintest shift of air when your hand ghosts over his ass. You were too good at this game, always betraying his expectations on when the next smack will adorn his ass red. It wasn’t just the usual rhythmic slapping that he was introduced to prior, no. You teased and tormented, gently brushing his skin and swinging your hand back only to caress his asscheek again when he mentally prepared for a rougher impact.

He whined when you teased again, and yelped, two slaps stinging on his skin.

“O-one, ah.. - his eyes glassy from intensity and suppressed airflow. - Andd, oh- and two, hah”.

“Very good, love. - soft voice too much of a contrast to your brutal palms. - Keep it up”. His docile mumbling sufficient for you, and you resume your toying, feeling your own excitement pool between your folds.

A slap. Ghosting touch, another slap - and tease, false alarm raging through his brain despite your fingers tracing gentle circles to his skin. Absence of contact, a fan of air on exposed skin, and he dares to expect another false signal only for an obscene moan to be smacked out of him. His cock raging hard, mind stuttering on count - Smoker whimpers, drool running past his lips.

“Losing count?” - cold chain falling to his scorching spine, airflow restored, Captain’s mind blurry at sudden overload of oxygen. He feels your hands groping his backside, shamelessly spreading the swollen cheeks to expose your main target. “Oh, what a sight you are now, love. Must be hard for such a whore, - and he thinks he’ll go insane as your oiled fingers press on his hole, - to guise himself as a marine every day”.

“P-please, ah-.. - his hips buckling under your feather-light touch for more. - Please, m-more, w-want, ah-...want more”

You know he’s crying now, and for a moment you wish you made him face you, but then he arches his back deeper, sticking his butt up to accentuate his plea, and you’d be damned to ever miss out on that rare sight. A fucking mountain of a man, oozing dominance and strength every working second of his life, now a pleading slut wiggling his ass, desperate to be stuffed with something, anything.

“You truly are a whore, love. - you chuckle, his hole twitching under your breath as you grab the chain once again, slowly putting pressure on his neck. - Mind if I get a taste?”

Smoker’s eyes roll back and a filthy vulgar moan vibrates in his throat as you yank on a chain, your tongue diving deep, swirling inside him. He might be the one to hide his submissiveness and weakness, but you’re the true devil in disguise, spoiling him with such delicious sin, tormenting him into an eager slave for your amusement. He knows his soul is long rotten with lust, but it’s you who lurked him off the path. You opened his eyes to all obscene pleasures, and he would be a fool to ever regret it.

Regret your tongue, plunging in and out of him, licking soft stripes to the outside only to bully its way within him seconds later? No, hell, never. Oh, now he understands why Eve had little hesitations about tasting an apple. All infernals must have impressive oral skills.

“F-fuck, ohh-.. fuc-ck me, ah, pleeease” - his voice flying a couple octaves higher only spurs you on, a brutal smack to his ass earning you a wretched sniffle.

“So eager, my tongue is not enough for you already, love? - you’re evil for that, making him bitch for more. - Need something bigger in your greedy hole now, huh?”. You can’t hold yourself from plunging two oiled fingers inside of him, forcing him into another shudder while your hand reaches for a strap. “Beg” - your icy tone going straight to his dick.

His cheeks are on fire, lust battling shame in his head and Smoker moans his plea. “Please, p-pleaseeee, fu-uck me. - yeah, he’s a total slut. - Need your, haah, need your dick, p-please..”

“How could I ever say no?” - you muse, spitting onto his hole, watching it twitch as your saliva trickles down to his thighs. He feels cold globes of lube being pushed inside him by your fingers and almost dares to complain, only to choke on his breath as you ram inside him, thrusting the heavy strap all the way in. “Good whores get rewarded”.

It’s not just punctuated moans now, it’s one long whine, his mouth refusing to close as you fuck him deep, hard, mean, hips picking up on the right angle from the first stroke. You wrap the chain around your hand, forcing him to arch his back to an unprecedented angle, controlling not just his pleasure - his fucking life. He feels his body buzz, shoulders starting to ache from a prolonged stretch, dick painfully hard against the sheets, your body putting a delicious pressure on his ass and thighs with every plunge of the strap to his prostate.

Your own arousal rings in your ears, all the blood filling in your folds driving you insane at how vocal and explicit your husband is with his pleasure. You know he’ll be sore the next day, forced to stuff a shameful pillow on his chair at work, but it’s impossible to go softer on him when he loses his all in pure ecstasy. “Wish everyone could see you now, love. - you hiss into his ear, teeth grazing against his lobe. - See what a desperate bitch you are for a fat dick”.

His body tenses at that, eyes rolling back, most sinful whine escaping his agape mouth as climax rakes through his blood and bone, shattering him to highest fucking bliss. He feels the sheets underneath him soak with his seed, his pulse thumping in his dick and temples, and Smoker plops to the bed helplessly, all tension and stress leaving his soul for good.

He can barely register you unclasping his restraints, freeing his throat of metal, your gentle hands turning him to his back. “I love you” - he reads in your eyes and lips, blissed out lovesick smile dancing in the corners of his own mouth.

“Thank you” - his weak trembling hand grazing your cheek and you kiss it softly, nuzzling your face in his flushed heaving chest. He’s out like a light after such nights, and you smile to yourself, watching his lashes flutter to close.

Yeah, you know your husband well.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, and never assume a big smoking hot hunk would oppose being dominated

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“How many times do I have to tell you to take off your makeup before bed?” Kid huffs and lifts your chin up, his massive hand holding your face in a tight grip as he rubs a wet washcloth over it, his mechanical arm making this procedure more gruffly than needed. “Or do you want irritated skin, you dumbass?”

“Then why are you wearing lipstick to bed every night? We have to change beddings twice a week because of you and your lipstick marks everywhere.”, you snap back, trying to wriggle free from his grip but it was useless. You slump down again on the edge of the bathtub, letting your partner spoil you with his tough love while he runs you a bath.

“Okay, first – it’s tinted lip balm, not actual lipstick. Know the difference. Second, you don’t seem to complain when I leave those lipstick marks elsewhere so go fu-”

Killer chuckles softly as he watches Kid and you bicker at each other. He is standing there in his boxers and a shirt, mask off, brushing his long hair patiently, an important part of the daily night routine of the three of you, same as you and Kid mouthing at each other before he shuts you up with a kiss. Kid was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips and the hair band you gifted him for his birthday. It was black and red and even though he complained about what the hell he should do with something like that he still wore it every night after a shower, trading his goggles for the silky good.

Earlier today you found yourself crying in your pasta at the dinner table after an especially rough day – a sight that alarmed Killer first and Kid after his partner elbowed him in the ribs, making him look up from his own plate that he gulped down without proper chewing. Killer was quickly by your side, rubbing your back while Kid’s stern eyes just rested on you, as if he was trying to read to your mind about what you needed right now. When you sniffled and just asked for a night in, just the three of you, doing a little reset with lots of cuddling, his features softened a bit and he continued twirling his fork in his spaghetti.

“Of course we can do that, silly.”

And now here you are. Kid had a shower first after some oil spilling incident in his workshop, barked at Killer to take care of you meanwhile which he did wholeheartedly, helping you out of your clothes and wrapping you into a big bathrobe while the bath water was running simultaneously to Kid showering. You melted under Killer’s touch, his fingers kneading your stiff shoulders, loosening up every knot until you felt like jelly. It was when Kid’s shower stopped running and you joined him in the bath that the captain took over, helping with washing your face and ordering you to get in the bath.

Handing Killer your bathrobe, you dip into the warm water and sink into it until the tip of your nose almost touches the bath foam. Your eyes linger on Kid and Killer who exchange some soft touches, Killer’s lips trailing down the side of Kid’s neck while the captain tries to brush his teeth. You always loved how they loved. They may look rough on the outside and in Kid’s case this wasn’t entirely wrong for his inside, but also an angry tulip like him had a soft side, one that asked to be held, to be plastered with kisses and to be told that he was doing great, that things are going to be okay. Killer had a rich inner world, and once he let you in you fell head over heels for him, for the gentle and kind man who would murder but also serve dinner at 6, protecting you with all he got. You were lucky to be theirs.

While Killer washes your hair for you, Kid (who got rid of his mechanical arm for the night because Killed scolded him that it’s gonna get rusty) crouches down next to the bathtub and takes your hand, looking at your fingernails from every angle and thinking out loud how you’re gonna try a new color tomorrow and that you could help him paint his even though “you’re hands are so fucking clumsy you put half of the paint anywhere just not my nails”. Once you get out of the bath and slip into your pajamas, the captain also helps you with your skin care routine (which he set up for you) while Killer gives you a blow dry, combing through your hair carefully. You could feel their love through every tiny gesture, hear it through their calm chatter to get your mind off the things that have been eating you up and through the way they looked at you with so much adoration it almost makes you cry.

Kid gets into bed already, telling you to hurry up, while Killer and you quickly brush your teeth, the first mate’s other hand resting on top of your head as if he was trying to reassure you that you’re not alone, that he got you, that you’re going to be okay. You never knew brushing your teeth together could be a sign of affection until Killer proved you otherwise. He kisses you softly on the lips before shutting off the lights.

You crawl into Kid’s outstretched arm, resting your head against his bare chest as Killer gets behind you, wrapping his arms around both of you. Between the two of them you barely had any space in this bed, but you didn’t complain because tucked in the middle of their chests was where you felt the safest. It was as if they didn’t leave any room for doubt in there, just warmth and their adoration for you. Just three hearts beating in unison, clinging to each other awake and asleep, holding a love that was bigger than any sea, any night sky.

Kid pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss on your forehead and mumbling out your name into the dark. His voice was low and a little hoarse, a little rough around the edges just as his love was. Loving Kid felt like stepping into the eye of a hurricane, calm almost if you get past the irascible layer first. It was sharp at the edges but always there for you to feel it, his kisses speaking a language that told more than any words ever could. It was a devoted love, carrying his heart on his tongue and you ate it up wholeheartedly.

Killer has his face nuzzled in the back of your neck, his beard tickling you softly. He wasn’t a man of big words but his gestures spoke volumes. From the way he helped you fix your hair or how he let you try his pasta sauce, asking for your opinion despite knowing it was perfect every time, to stepping in front of you during battle, ready to snap everyone's necks who even faintly thought about harming you (even if it was just the cashier at the fast food chain who you asked for no pickles). His kisses set your skin on fire, still. After all this time.

You fight to stay awake a little longer, enjoying their embrace more while awake, but sleep quickly catches up to you, pulling you into a deep slumber with dreams that could never be as sweet as reality. Sandwiched in between your men you had nothing to fear; they threw all your sorrows overboard and reminded you that you were so loved, that you were their everything. It was the three of you against the world, their hearts resting in your palms like an offering; to love and be loved in return, for as long as you were sailing under the same moon together.

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lucciluvr · 2 years

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with a s/o insecure about their smile ; scenarios

contains : self-deprecating language. no pronouns so gender neutral but a lil fem implied with sanji's. comfort. grammatical errors probably.

characters : luffy, zoro, & sanji

headcanon version

a/n : the correct and more comforting version lmaoaoa. except this is sanji falling in love with you and your killer smile. sorry again, anon, but here it is! hope you enjoy this too! also please excuse sanji's short scenario, it's either that or a whole ass oneshot because i love writing this request with him that i have to hold back.

✧ monkey d. luffy

luffy was observant but never to superficial things. he didn't mind you covering your smile, he thought it was a cute quirk of yours. but he loves making you laugh, and smile, and just happy.

one lazy afternoon, the two of you were hanging out on the deck. everyone was busy indoors despite the cool and cloudy weather so it was up to you to accompany your boyfriend.

you were just lying on the grass and staring at the clouds when you accidentally jabbed his waist, making him snicker and jab yours too.

somehow, luffy ended up on top of you, his arm literally wrapped around your wrists, locking your hands above your head. he looked at you with a grin before his other hand started assaulting your ticklish areas.

normally, you didn't mind a jab or two, but being tickled continously means you can't help but laugh continously too. you begged for him to stop but he didn't took it seriously, that was until he saw the tears from your eyes, and he immediately stopped. you sat up and wiped your tears, panting.

"what's wrong?! did i hurt you?" luffy frantically leaned closer in worry and confusion.

"you saw me laugh," you whispered into your palms, burying your face like there was more to hide.

"what does that have to do with you crying?"

"it's ugly. my smile is ugly; my laugh is uglier." you frowned before looking up at him again with glossy eyes.

"no, it's not! i like seeing and making you happy because it also makes me happy." he shook his head, refusing to agree with your statement.

"i am happy, it's just that i look bad when i am... and that makes me feel, i don't know, bad?" you shrugged and hugged your knees.

"should i stop making you happy then?" he tilted his head, jutting his bottom lip with furrowed eyebrows.

you smiled softly behind your fingers while your other hand reached for his hat and placed it on his head.

"you don't even have to try and you always do." you tilted your head in admiration.

your boy. your man. your special someone. the person who never fails to make you happy.

luffy giggled before slowly pulling your wrist from your face, making your smile smaller. he, not so gently, placed a kiss on your cheek, spit covering your skin when you whined and giggled, wiping his saliva on his top.

"you shouldn't hide your smile when you're happy, plus, you look very pretty!" he grinned.

the sun showed up and rays of sunlight began to hit you and the sea. the ray hit luffy's eyes; you saw yourself in his eyes.

maybe. maybe you do look pretty. you smiled. all you needed was to see yourself in his eyes.

✧ roronoa zoro

one of your favorite time of the day is post-workout zoro. it was after his workout and after you force him to shower, and the two of you spend some quality time sitting or laying somewhere together. this day, the aquarium was the winner.

it was unusual but anywhere with him is your favorite time of the day, to be honest. you were sitting across him in silence, drinking. your mind was elsewhere and zoro didn't have much to say either. you stared at your drink and watched as the ice melts and create a sound when they topple.

you gaze to your right where you saw yourself staring at you. a sigh escaped your lips as you thought, here we go again. and so it goes, you tried to smile at yourself, seeing what type of smile would suit your face.

smiling with your eyes? no. up your cheekbone? nah. with no eyes? oh, lord. soon enough, you frowned.

"if you like smiling so much, why do you hide it then?" zoro's voice startled you. you thought he was asleep.

"i– no, i don't. i wish i do, that's why i'm trying." you sighed, taking a sip of your now bland drink. sorry, sanji. "and you were awake the other times too? say something, would 'ya?"

"but you'll stop smiling if i do," he scratched his head. "if you don't want me looking or something, just tell me. don't wanna be the one who keeps you from doing so." he shrugged.

"it's not that," you countered as fast as you can.

"then what's bothering you?"

"it's stupid."

"if it's bothering you the it's not stupid." zoro looked over to the aquarium and watched at the fishes swam.

a few seconds of silence passed. he's your partner, you should trust him more, you thought.

"...i don't like my smile. i like smiling, but i hate my smile, if that makes sense." you mumbled.

"why?"

"because, it's ugly. it's crooked, asymmetrical. it looks out of place from my face and the fine lines makes it worse. it's like there's something wrong." you looked down on your lap, biting your lip. "ah, i'm sorry, i told you it's st–"

"stop saying it's stupid." he huffed before sighing. "you shouldn't sweat the small things, plus not that many people pay attention to your face anyways." ouch.

"smiling is the best you'll ever look, because you're happy. plus, you don't have to look all pretty just to be happy. that's stupid." he looked up the ceiling, yawning.

you stared at him, dumbfounded. because he's right. sure, it won't be that easy, but something inside you clicked.

"i don't have to be pretty to be happy?" you repeated, spacing out to your reflection does that mean i am ugly? you shook you head, you're sure that's not what zoro meant.

you were going to thank him before you saw him fast asleep and heard snoring. you shook your head, a smile creeping from your lips.

you stood and walked to him, placing a kiss on his forehead before gently positioning his head on your lap.

who would've thought that zoro would help you with these type of feelings? you thought you knew him but maybe not, perhaps you should open up to your boyfriend more.

you whispered an apology and thank you as you soon joined his slumber your fingers lost in his hair and a content smile on your face.

✧ black leg sanji

you were in the kitchen with sanji. he was preparing snacks and you just wanted his company. when he's not lovesick, his company is very relaxing, calming. the perfect background noise and presence when writing or reading.

he placed a plate of your favorite snacks in front of you. you gave him a smile behind you fingers, so that he knew you were smiling but wouldn't have to see your smile.

"i wish you'd let me see more of your beautiful smile!" sanji fake cried.

"beautiful? funny word. my smile is far from beautiful," you rolled your eyes and chuckled behind your flesh again, as always.

"everyone know that's a lie. everyone's beautiful when they smile, except zoro, but that's besides the point." he lit a cigarrete. despite the joke, sanji knew there was a truth to it. his behavior changed.

"well, i am not everyone." you took a bite out of your snack and thanked him. silence. not even a reply.

you started to feel anxious when a loud shout came from him, followed by "I'M THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE" as he passes out.

it wasn't long before he woke up inside the infirmary while you waited for him. chopper said there was nothing to worry about, it was just because of extreme emotions.

sanji opened his eyes and sat up, mumbling "an angel... i saw an angel..."

"you idiot! what was that for? you could've hit your head on the table or something!" you scolded him, not only that but you also choked on your snack.

"you shouldn't smile without a warning. a man like me can only take so much." he looked at you like he was actually serious.

you felt heat climb your face and flustered.

"don't say things you don't mean," you looked down to avoid eye contact. a person like you can only take so much.

"i mean what i said, really! you're very pretty and you smiling is something words can't even describe. i really did see angel, i'm looking at one right now." he looked like he was in love, and you couldn't bear to look at his eyes.

you sighed before conceding. you looked up to his eyes and gave him a defeated smile.

"you really know your way with words."

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lxffy · 2 years

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Hello there! First of all thanks for the amazing blog and content!

I'd like to request some comfort scenarios/headcanons with Zoro, Ace and Law (or you can just choose one of them) for a reader that's been feeling down lately

I'm struggling to find a job and I've been feeling very sad and it's been a terrible week, so I really need some comfort

Sorry if this is too specific

Take care ❤️

❦ finding solace…

pairings: ace x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, & law x gn!reader

note: fluff, comfort, established relationships, kinda modern!au?; made a spyxfamily reference w/ laws :]

on any given day, ace always asks how you’re feeling. so when the time comes and you tell him anything less than “the best,” he knows something’s up. he’s had his fair share of bitter days, so he knows what it’s like to constantly feel down. he’ll definitely want you to talk to him about what’s making you feel this way. as impulsive and energetic as he is, he makes a great listener during times like these. once he gets the gist of your concerns, he understands what you need right now is a reminder of all the amazing things in the world. ace’ll take you to visit your favorite places, whether it be a park or your favorite snack joint. if you just wanna sit at home for the time being, he’ll be glad to cuddle with you and watch a movie. he just wants to remind you that bad days don’t last forever, better days will follow.

while zoro isn’t amazing with emotions, he tries his best when it comes to you. he notices almost immediately that something is wrong, even if you don’t tell him. he won’t make you tell him what happened or how you’re feeling, but if it has gone on too long and you haven’t said anything, he’ll take matters into his own hands. he’ll straight up ask you what’s going on with stern eyes, but you can tell he’s genuinely concerned. zoro will listen to you and give you his full attention, and if you want, he’ll take you on a walk so you can take your mind off things for awhile. if you initiate any physical contact, he’ll reciprocate wholeheartedly, albeit hesitantly because he’s not used to it. but he doesn’t like seeing you upset, so he’ll do anything to see that smile of yours.

although law isn’t a feelings doctor, he sure does act like it sometimes. he allows you to talk to him or rant, which ever you prefer, and he’ll patiently listen. he waits for you to get everything out and wants you to process everything that’s happened, and then he’ll give you some amazing advice. comforting you with his words isn’t his forte, but he doesn’t comfort you with his actions. he lets you know that days like these don’t last forever, and you’ll always have another chance. if it makes you feel any better, he won’t say anything if he sees you wearing any of his hoodies, not that he ever cares. but after you feel a bit better mentally, he’ll make sure you’re okay physically, making sure you’re not feeling under the weather and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

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zoros-bandana · 1 year

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Emergency Request - Comfort with Robin

(SFW)

Platonic comfort

Robin x fem reader

Warning: mention of feeling unsafe, mentions of past trauma

Word Count: 1, 200

The crew sat down at the table, eagerly awaiting Sanji as he served the evening meal. It was a usual quiet day on the Sunny, everybody spending their time occupied with their given hobby; passing time as you sailed through a calm belt.

As Sanji went around the table he stopped, noting one person was missing, their chair empty. “Has anyone seen Y/n?”

The chatter fizzled, silencing everyone to look at one another, unaware in that moment you were missing. It had only just occurred to everyone just how quiet you had become in the last few hours, disappearing away from your friends. As realisation kicked in, a wave a panic soon spread, prompting everyone to evacuate the kitchen; splitting around the ship to look for you.

Robin avoided most of the mad rush, heading down to the cabin, listening to the bustling footsteps as a few crew members stays above. She was quick to note how something was wrong, knowing you would prefer to disappear as far from your friends as possible, needing your space. Opening every door, she peered inside, quickly checking each room as she called out, hoping to find any clue that you were around.

Reaching the girls' room, Robin once again called out, picking up on the slight rumble of sniffles deep within the room. Pausing, she listened out, blocking the excess noises from her friends as the noise continued. Looking around she carefully stepped inside, following the noise towards the other side of the room, wedged behind the closet door.

“Y/n?” Robin called out again, stepping towards the closet. She stayed cautious, hearing the slight sniffles and whimpers growing louder, knowing there was something worse than she initially thought.

Carefully, Robin slid open the door, crouching down to meet your figure huddled in the bottom of the closet. She stayed composed, letting you adjust to her presence, not wishing to startle you into more panic. As your moved your face to meet her she noted the worry in your eyes, clouded by a thick wave of tears. Your breath was deep and sharp, panicked stutters struggling a to form words, distraught by her sudden appearance.

Your hands came up to the door, sliding it back shut, wishing to keep yourself in the quiet dark. As soon as the door clattered shut you let out a relieved cry, huddling your head back into your knees. It had been a long time since you felt like this, so unsafe and detached from who you were; all you wanted to be left alone.

Understanding your request, Robin headed back to the door of the room, hearing a mumble of footsteps approaching her. “Usopp!”

Usopp turned to her, panicked at your unbeknownst state, still believing you were missing. Robin gave him a kind smile, easing his panic as she spoke, her words smooth like honey. “I found her”.

“Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you that, but just know I found her and she’s safe”.

Anything to keep more unwanted company.

“Okay, I’ll go alert everyone else”

Saying her thanks Robin shut the door, giving you both a bit more privacy before the crew noticed two members were now missing. Her attention was now on making sure you were okay, knowing something was troubling you to have you locked away in the closet. She was aware of your past and was soft when you spoke of your worries, sharing bonded stories of betrayal and heartbreak. The two of you shared a close bond, understanding each other fully without judgement, becoming a source of comfort for one another in ways the other members could not understand.

Gently placing herself in front of the closet, Robin sat, crossing her long legs under her. She faced the closet, settling in to the sounds through the door, reading your emotions to know how to proceed.

“I’m still here, Y/n. When you’re ready you can talk or we can sit in silence, whichever you would like. But I’ll be right here either way”

You sniffled, attempting to catch your breath, knowing there was comfort in having Robin around. Although you had your doubts of your safety, you know with her your words would be safe, keeping whatever you say between you both in this room.

“I don’t feel safe” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. The addition of the closed door made opening up easier, giving a sense of boundary to your thoughts and feelings; not wishing to see the pain on her face.

Robin waited through the pause, not wishing to push you for more questions; wanting you to take your time in expression how you felt.

"Yesterday I got this overwhelming sense that I was no longer safe and I didn't know how to shake it. It hit me out of nowhere and I just went on pretending like I was fine, continuing on my day, when in fact it did really blindside me. It reminded me of a very dark place I used to be, that I didn't wish to be apart of anymore, and I felt like I used to; scared and like I can't trust anyone or anything"

"I understand" Robin sighed, taking her time to speak clearly. "Sometimes with trauma we get waves of unpleasant memories that can trigger us and it isn't always talked about. There are obvious triggers that people tell us to avoid, whether it is a certain place or person or even item that collectively provides a triggering sense, like smell, but when the trigger is unknown it can hinder our perception of healing"

"It is always okay to have some drawbacks in healing, even when you think things are fine or you are passed all that. It doesn't make you any less weak or incapable of change, Y/n, it is a normal process that even I face from time to time. And when you continue on, in that moment it may seem like the best course of action for yourself, but in reality breaking away from that situation as soon as you identify what is causing you such pain is really your best option. Your body is trying to survive, it isn't a burden to listen to it. It isn't a burden to want to live"

"I am so proud of you for identifying that you are in an unsafe situation, and for realising you need to take action. You have come such a long way from all those years ago, and even if you don't see it, you have made so much progress. This isn't a setback, Y/n; you are still you and you are still safe. You will always be safe here on this ship, with our friends, in this room. There is nobody that can take away this safe space for you, so I will keep this a secret between us"

Robin slowly stood up, sharing her side of comfort, knowing you needed to resume your position safely and alone. As she walked away from the closet she paused, calling out towards you for a final reassurance, planning to return back to the kitchen with the rest of the crew.

“Take as much time as you need, Y/n, you're safe in here. Your friends, who love you, will all be upstairs when you're ready to join us”

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micahwritesweird · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet!!

Send in up to 2 letters with a max of 3 characters!!

(A) Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

(B) Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

(C) Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

(D) Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

(E) Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

(F) Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

(G) Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

(H) Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

(I) Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

(J) Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

(K) Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

(L) Love – How do they show you that they love you?

(M) Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

(N) Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

(O) Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

(P) Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

(Q) Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

(R) Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

(S) Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

(T) Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

(U) Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

(V) Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

(W) Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

(X) XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

(Y) Yearn – What do they do when they miss you? (Z) Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

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dehydration-stati0n · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Would it be okay if I request a platonic headcanon where Zoro, Marco, and Sanji (separately, you also don't have to do all three if you don't want to! Wasn't sure if you had a character limit) reaction to them overhearing the reader and the readers s/o fighting and the readers s/o slaps the reader? Thank you in advance!

Zoro, Marco, and Sanji when your S/O hits you during an argument

Hope you enjoy this anon! Sorry about confusing you with the character limit, I usually don't mind how many characters you request as long as it's not a ridiculous amount :)

Rules Word Count: 0.7k Spoilers: None

Zoro

He doesn't pay any attention to you both when you start arguing

He finds it slightly annoying since he's probably trying to take a nap

You guys decided to start fighting right in the middle of the deck

everyone else on the crew had left to get supplies for the next island, leaving you three alone

Zoro's in between you two the second he hears you get hit

He doesn't say anything to you s/o, just glares at them with one hand on his swords

He and you are pretty close so you can bet he's pissed

He thought of cutting their hand off, and if you weren't standing right there, he probably would've

He isn't all too good at comforting people so all you're really gonna get is an awkward pat on the back and questionable advice

He'll sit with you for as long as you need though

If you break up with them, he'll threaten them

full on like "I'll kill you"

He takes his friend's well-being seriously, and if this really seemed to put you off, then he'd be more than willing to go the extra mile

If you stay together then he'll just be REALLY passive aggressive

Might trip them randomly, but if it didn't seem to affect you too much, he'll leave it be

ridiculously petty about it all so be ready for that

Marco

Starts eavesdropping the second he hears you two arguing

I imagine him to be such a sucker for drama

He feels like he's gotta play the 'older brother' role with you as well, so technically he's obligated to stick around to make sure everything's alright

The second your s/o hits you, he's in the middle of you both restraining their arms

pretty easily at that, Marco is absolutely overpowering them

He might accidentally burn their wrists depending on how mad he is

he's pretty calm, so I don't imagine it would be too bad of a burn, but it'd be enough to get the point across

Snitches to Whitebeard

Marco makes sure you're good once the heat of the moment kinda dies out

If you stay with them, he probably asks how you're doing almost every day to make sure you're not getting abused

He'll be a little less petty than Zoro but still very passive towards them

If he ever hears they hit you again, you're s/o is getting kicked off the ship

If you break up, then Whitebeard's kicking him off

Or they'll kick themselves off by how cold Marco acts towards them

Sanji

He's in the middle of it before they hit you

He's already trying to deescalate the fight before it can reach that stage

But when he turns his back for a second and they hit you, bro will start beating them

absolutely knocks your s/o out

Although, if your s/o is a girl he'll push her back a little, stopping her from getting anywhere close to you

when he sees you shaking on the ground in shock and in tears he stops what he's doing and immediately kneels down beside you

he'll gently guide you to the kitchen, where he'll lock the door to prevent your s/o from getting in and make you some sort of tea

Like one of those teas meant for relaxing

comforts you

He'll get a blanket and ask if you're ok

He's probably apologizing for letting his guard down and letting them hit you

If you stay with them, he'll constantly start fights

like the fights, he starts with Zoro but 10x worse

If your s/o is a girl he'll act a little stand-offish

He isn't flirting or being overly nice, just polite

Either gender I could see him "accidentally" making food they don't like

If you break up with them he's making sure they feel like shit

How dare they hit you? someone so close to him?

He's acting the same as before if your s/o is a girl, with side comments here and there about the incident

would internally feel so relieved if/when they leave

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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My question

I saw your WIP list, the "Katakuri's S/O seeing his violence side" one. May I request Zoro, Law, and Katakuri seeing their S/O's violence side? The mirror version from your WIP list if you don't mind. Thank you and don't forget to take care of yourself!

Thank you, love!! I will do my very best on these!!

He’s quite excited to see your more violent side! He considers you an equal and wants to see what you are capable of! Definitely wants to spar with you sometime too!!

He doesn’t get scared easily and seeing your fiercer side doesn’t scare him. He actually finds a relief to know you can take care of yourself! He doesn’t need another person getting hurt or dying, he wants you to be safe and it reassures him you know how.

However, this comes as a double-edged sword. You know how to take care of yourself, but you’re also now a threat to his enemies and your own. This means you’re a bigger target and more worry for him.

Will go all out when he spars with you, he knows you can handle his demon nature and wants to see what makes you tick and where your limit is.

Hopes the idiot cook pisses you off and you teach him a new one, he thinks it’s hilarious and kind of hot seeing his S/O kick his rival’s ass.

Similar to Zoro, he feels reassured you can handle yourself, just don’t be the type to jump into battle without making a plan, then you will be stressing the man more than helping him.

He probably won’t fight you, even though he knows you could handle him, he still gets worried about hurting you or doing something that could cause your unexpected death. Just because you’re strong and violent, doesn’t mean you’re immortal.

Smirks with pride when you beat an enemy on your own (but deep down he was screaming in his head the whole time about you getting hurt-).

Penguin and Shachi totally don’t fangirl over you and ask for you to teach them cool tricks and love when you ask them for any self defense moves too!

As happy as he is that you can defend yourself, he does worry the World Government and Marines will find you as a threat, so he always cringes when he sees your bounty going up. Just let this poor man rest.

The most shocked out of the three. You are his innocent darling angel, you shouldn’t know how to fight, let alone kick someone’s ass!! This is totally a joke!

Just stares at you in total shock. You could be the most muscular person in the world, more than him, and he will still be convinced you are this pacifist angel who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

If you have a bounty on your head, he starts to understand why. In the meantime he keeps you far away from his mother, he doesn’t want her to get any ideas of controlling you and forcing you to work for her and her crew. Again, you are this baby bird and he is a big bad falcon, must protect!

Please pick this man up bridal style if you can, make him an embarrassed mess!! even if you aren’t the same height as him, just give it a try! He will cover his grumpy face with his scarf and refuse to talk!

Loves when you teach his younger siblings how to defend themselves! He tries to do the same, but his scary demeanor sometimes makes it difficult, but seeing your angelic face with his siblings leaves a small smile on his face!

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Hello! I’m new to your blog but am already absolutely in awe at how you write for One Piece. Your writing is so comforting I’m in love with it. It’s lovely!

I have sort of a out of the ordinary request for you? (I’m not sure if I should call it that or what to be honest with you.) But I would love a one shot where the reader has a platonic but very comforting friendship with Nami from One Piece. But the type of bond where they’re almost like siblings. Just besties ya know? I’d love a situation where Nami was cheering the reader up! (This isn’t an emergency a request by any means.) but I’ve been in such a crappy mood lately. So some bestie comfort is something I’d love to read if you’re willing to write it! Either way thank you so much. I wish you nothing but the best.

SPECIAL TREATMENT - NAMI X READER

Warnings : this is purely platonic, this is not proofread either, implied nudity (nothing sexual at all though), reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : absolute fluff and comfort

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : Ahhh thank you so much for being so sweet! I’m very much in love with the characters, so you’ll see that I’m pretty passionate about writing for them 🥰 I absolutely adored this idea, since I love how Nami is as a friend. She’s so affectionate (like she is with Usopp) and—money matters aside—very much an acts of service/quality time type of person. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! 💗

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“Five star treatment coming your way,” a cheery voice came from their left, causing them to turn around and face her. Nami stood with a bright grin, hands busy with the heavy weight of Sanji’s snack tray laden with an assortment of the most vibrant treats anyone could think of. At the sight of the mango-lemon parfaits, kiwi macarons, white chocolate-coated strawberries, and sugared crêpes drizzled with chocolate syrup, and passionfruit smoothie, their eyes brightened up.

They noted that all the snacks were in pairs, which indicated that the navigator really had intended on sharing the sunny ambiance on deck with them. True to how it seemed, she settled down on the chaise lounge next to theirs, sliding her sunglasses on her face as she began to dig in herself.

Reaching out for the parfait, they arched an eyebrow at her. “What’s the occasion?”

She shrugged, “Sanji offered, and I didn’t really want to say no. He made a whole bunch of stuff, so I thought we could share it?”

The whole thing seemed a little suspicious, and their gaze at her said that much, but they couldn’t really complain; not when the ice cream melted perfectly on their tongue and the fruit remedied the sweetness with its slightly sour tang. “Sanji’s got it right on the nose this time. I really was in the mood for something refreshing.”

“Well, you better be in the mood for hearing what I have to tell you…”

***

After an hour of pleasant sunbathing and mindless chattering, Nami stretched out—quite endearingly similar to a cat—and turned to them with an eager look shining in her eyes. “What d’you say you get into the bathtub? I’ll prep things up for you.”

Their eyes grew wide, “Oh, but you said you’ll be busy with cartography this week. I couldn’t—“

Rolling her eyes, Nami ushered them out of their chair. “Let’s not act as if you haven’t spilt ink bottles over my maps a couple of times. Off you go, better enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Fine, fine,” they chuckled, giving up and letting her push them in the direction of the warmly lit and inviting bathroom.

As soon as they entered, the navigator told them to wait by the door as she busied herself for a few moments, tipping over liquids into the massive tub while sounds of bumping resounded clearly throughout the room. Within seconds, she had the bath smelling absolutely heavenly. They ooh’ed and ahh’ed as they leaned over the tub, watching as wonderful colors swirled in the warm water. The vapor rising from the surface smelt of lavender and jasmine, perfectly combined to form that soothing aroma.

“I can already feel myself falling asleep,” they muttered under their breath, fueling Nami’s smug expression even further with how visibly excited to hop in they were.

“You go ahead and strip down, and I’ll turn around.”

“Offering me a massage too?” they lightly teased her, waiting until she had her back to them to begin slipping out of their clothes and letting them fall to the floor. A sigh of satisfaction escaped their lips as soon as they dipped their toes into the water, which soon turned into a groan of pure bliss as they submerged themself completely and shut their eyes. The water was the perfect temperature; hot enough to ease the aches that felt almost bone-deep.

“Actually, yes,” came her voice from behind them, and they leaned their head back enough to see her begin to roll up her sleeves up to her shoulders, “I’ve noticed you had trouble rotating your shoulders the past couple of days. I’m pretty good at massaging them.”

“Be my guest.” Too tired to even put up a fight, they waved a hand at her in a permissive gesture. Her eager grin back on her face, she dabbed some oil onto her hands from the bottle beside the bathtub, rubbing them together to properly spread the liquid.

Her dainty hands were stronger than they expected them to be when they pressed into their skin, somehow almost instantly managing to dig into their muscle without it being too painful. Nami kneaded their flesh carefully, fingers trailing in the direction of their muscle from origin to insertion to avoid causing any spasm.

Her carefulness only furthered the immense gratitude that washed over them at that very moment, reveling in her attention and the few ounces of relaxation they allowed themself to feel. In all honesty, being lavished with the affection of their best friend had their eyes stinging with tears. Sniffling, they tried to will them back.

Nami cleared her throat, an awkward silence settling for a few seconds before she spoke. “You know, you don’t ever have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But you’re seriously undermining my intelligence if you think that I haven’t noticed that something’s wrong.”

Opening their eyes, they grew worried at her words. “Nami—“

Her hands stilled on their shoulders as she interrupted them. “I don’t want you to feel guilty. That’s not why I’m saying this. I just,” she sighed, “I wish you’d rely on me more. Not to spill your heart out all the time, but to even simply let me know that you’re feeling down. I’m your best friend, after all.”

The silence blanketed them for a few beats, before they breathed out slowly. “Yeah. You are. I’ve just… been in a very crappy mood for a while now, and I didn’t want to bring you down with me.”

Frowning, Nami crouched down to make sure she could maintain eye contact with them, and hopefully communicate exactly how she felt. “You’re not a burden, so quit talking like you are one. I’d be one horrible friend if I only cared about being with you when you’re happy. Especially when you’ve always stood beside me.” Her lips pulled into a kind smile as she gently squeezed their forearm. “Besides, I like having self-care days like these every now and then. Honestly, we’re doing us both a favor unwinding like this.”

“You haven’t even gotten to enjoy the bath yourself,” they lamely protested, only to have her wave them off.

“Doesn’t matter. I can do that anytime. As long as you feel even the tiniest bit better, then I’m good.”

“Not charging me for all this, then?” they hopefully asked, to which she narrowed her eyes.

“Not this time, no. I’m making an exception, so you better be grateful I haven’t doubled your debts,” Nami playfully scolded as she wagged her finger at them (though part of them had reason to believe she was only half-joking).

Softly smiling, they nodded, “I am, don’t worry. Thank you for all this, Nami.”

With one last squeeze to their arm, she stood up and made her way to the door. “You rinse off all that stuff while I go kick Zoro out of the crow’s nest so we can nap there for a bit.” A thoughtful look crossed her face as she began to mumble to herself while walking out and closing the door behind her.

“Might even convince him to take a shower in the meantime…”

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