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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Luffy as a Camboy (VISUALS)

Sanji Version Here

I was ganna do Zoro next, but im in a Luffy mood. Also yall can like consider this as if Luffy had an OF ig.

CW: Twitter Links so turn ur audio down

Link 1: Out of all the boys Luffy is definitely the most “authentic “ camboy. He just props his phone and gets busy. In this case, this would be the most average livestream of Luffy and you. Most of the time he just gets in the mood, and once you see him hit record you let him do what he pleases to your body. Not understanding why, but Luffy loves to start eating you out while you’re distracted. He doesn’t know why he likes the challenge of you trying to ignore him, but the moment you finally break against his tongue alone, is when he feels most proud.

Link 2: Luffy can never get enough of fucking you even after you/him have came. Pushing him away only gets him more riled up to the point that he can and will force another orgasm out of you regardless if the blissful sting of overstimulation hits you both

Link 3: Sometimes Luffy will just take out his phone and start recording whenever you begin to suck his dick. Granted, it does take a moment for him to adjust the camera angle correctly, take it as a compliment though, you’re just too damn good to him

Link 4: He gets so many donos asking him to face fuck you, it’s almost became expected between you both when he is fucking you live. Luffy can sometimes get ahead of himself when face fucking you so, unless you say something he will utilize you as his personal fleshlight.

Link 5: Luffy is such a needy boy. Literally fucking you like a dog when he is already pussy drunk and nearly getting milked dry from you. Between the music, your moans, and the chimes of constant donations he can get easily lost, muttering such dirty words of how well you’re taking him from behind.

Link 6: These are Luffy’s personal favorite videos to film with you. POV; He has a unhealthy love for playing with your pussy, specifically your clit. Like literally toying and rubbing all over it in a trance. He gets real goggling when he sees you reach over to his phone and start recording. Telling himself in his head he won’t indulge. But who is he fooling, Luffy loves eating your pussy as much as he loves fingering it

Link 7: Again, POVs. The way your ass looks against his pelvis will never not have him in a daze. Your screams of his names just motivates him to go faster, possibly even holding you by your neck or hair with both hands….you know if the other was’t busy holding the camera.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ⋆˙⊹ portgas d. ace x afab! reader

request: Anonymous asked: may I request a portgas d ace x reader sfw afab on we wish you a merry christmas ? :3 idk any details I can add on this 😭😭 that's all!!!! Thank you <333 again feel free to ignore or delete! kisses xxx 💋🔥 | tw: sfw. mentions of pregnancy. mentions of the covid pandemic | wc: 445 | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly @owlham |

There was a time, where going out of home was kinda forbidden. It wasn’t the cold, neither the snow blocking the streets, but a dark time in human history. However, there is always a light that shines so bright...

“Ace, (Name)! Hi!! Merry Christmas!” family and friends chime. Luffy, with his mouth still stuffed of a certain amount of meat waves at the camera from the table.

“Hi dear family!” the freckled youngster salutes, sitting on a couch, to the screen of his laptop. You and him, wearing matching sweaters; you are sitting on his lap.

Before anyone else could say anything, the screams coming from Zoro and Sanji took over the videocall… them, always fighting, but always together, also joined the zoom meeting.

“Shut up you stupid marimo! (Name)-chwan, you look beautifully different!” the blonde cook says, making a little happy dance over the webcam.

You giggle, putting your hand over Ace’s that’s right over your belly. “I’m good, Sanji-kun! We are happy! How are you all?” you ask, taking a gasp of air as it’s a little difficult to breathe for you.

Nami and Vivi join the conversation, as well as Robin and Law. Bepo screams from the back, the white-haired young man hugs the doctor, and everybody laughs. Sabo and Koala, who had to postpone their wedding, have been taking care of Luffy (even if he is a grown up already). They tell everyone about their future plans and how they are going to visit Cuba when this is all over.

When the news of every family and home have been told, and laughter filled the night before Christmas, Brook proposes a toast. Everyone agrees, and so, Ace gets up to bring the cups. However, yours isn’t gonna have alcohol, but simple water.

To the women, the most observant of the group, that gave them already a little hint. They were surprised that it was Ace who make the call, but they weren’t sure if there was any other reason behind but to celebrate in family as they couldn’t reunite.

Ace seems to be getting a little anxious as he keeps bouncing on the couch. “Babe, calm down…” you whisper, while Brook sketches what you could say it’s a speech.

And as the cups chime one against the other and everybody start saying goodbye you stand up. “Uh.. guys, before you go… we wish you a merry Christmas…” you say, acting all innocent but with an internal revolution that isn’t easy to calm down.

“Thank you so much (Name)!” “Merry Christmas you all!”

But the many good wishes get cut all of a sudden, when Ace nonchalantly mumbles… “Also, we are pregnant… 💖”

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dokojuice · 1 year

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A/N: I am a big big big fan of the theory that all vinsmoke boys were born with the genetic potential to be what judge envisioned them to be, but it was only activated later on in their respective lives. before that, they were real brothers

It was no more than a few days after they had gotten Niji and Yonji back from Big Mom did the news of the emperor’s defeat in Wano arrive at Germa. Holding the newspaper gingerly, the princess reads about the battle in Onigashima, along with interesting new bounties for the entire Straw Hat crew. Feeling proud of her little brother and his latest 1billion berry bounty, Reiju wanders the halls of her castle in Germa.

Judge had heard of the news of Sanji’s feats after leaving them once more with Niji’s ‘gift’ of his raid suit, resulting in his pride being ever so wounded over the prospect of his “failure son” possibly being his greatest creation, gone out of his hands - which means his attitude is insufferable, like that of a toddler throwing a fit.

As soon as they had landed on Germa with Ceasar, Reiju was happy that the gas-man had provided enough distraction for her to sneak away to her corner of the kingdom.

“Reiju-sama! Would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” One of her handmaids asked her, opening the large set of doors to her bedroom.

“No, thank you.” She says curtly, walking inside and giving the handmaid enough of a hint to close the door behind her without another word.

Stalking towards her window, she gazes out into the far courtyard, where scorch marks and broken concrete litter the ground. No doubt from Ceasar and Judge’s fight, but God knows where they are now.

She catches a glimpse of a large book sitting on her vanity, next to the box of inflammatory masks. She smiles, recollecting the first night Sanji was back.

He had stayed next to her for hours, clearly uncomfortable but he didn’t feel safer anywhere else. Reiju took it as a compliment.

“Don’t worry. He doesn’t bother me much so I doubt he’ll come looking for you here.” Reiju tells Sanji, walking over with a box in her hands.

“Don’t bother. I don’t want any shitty bachelor gifts. Especially from the likes of you guys.” Sanji grunts, eyeing the box wearily.

“Wow, don’t you remember what I did for you? I was the closest thing you had to an ally, and technically, I still am.” Reiju retorts with a smile, putting the box down and opening it, lifting a large leather-covered book.

“After Father imprisoned you, they cleared out Mother’s room.” She starts, and Sanji’s eyes widen. Any mention of his mother made his heart sink in sadness. He hadn’t even built up the courage to visit her grave since returning to Germa.

“Eponi gave me this in secret. It could have gotten her killed but she said it was Mother’s most prized possession.”

Handing it over to Sanji, he opens the book and sees it’s a photo album. The first page sporting a photograph of Sora and her five children in front of her. The same photo that was framed above her bed.

Eyes brimming, he begins to flip the pages.

“Remember when we were all friends?” Reiju says as Sanji looks at the second page.

Six photos, side by side in twos along the length of the page, showed Sanji and his siblings, back when he was proud enough to call them so.

They were no older than 5, toddlers, and smiling.

The first picture had Niji atop Ichiji’s shoulders, and Yonji atop Sanji’s. They two youngers were charging at each other with sticks as they were mounted atop their elders, like a makeshift jousting fight. They all had giant smiles on their faces, and Sanji distinctly remembers Yonji slapping the glasses off of Niji’s face while Niji’s stick flew up Yonji’s nose shortly after the camera flash. What the photo also didn’t capture was Ichiji and Sanji falling over backwards with their brothers’ weights, and Yonji’s piercing scream that echoed off the walls.

The next picture is taken from his mother’s point of view, a picture of him and Yonji next to her and smiling up at the camera from under her bedsheets, where they were hiding during a game of ‘hide and seek’. Niji was always the sorest loser so whenever he was the seeker, he told the guards around the castle to keep an eye out with him, ever the sour-sport. Sanji remembers how a guard came in and asked where the two were, and his mother replying with a coy smile that she hasn’t seen them.

Sanji remembers the guard. The thought crosses his mind that he may be dead now. Perhaps under the order of Niji.

“Fuck..” Sanji mutters heartbrokenly. A small whimper grows in the back of his throat as he continues.

The next photo was a shot of the boys playing with Nyasha, the cat still a baby. Due to it’s altered genetics, however, Nyasha was much larger than a normal cat, standing at about what Sanji’s height is now when they were children. He buries the thought of Judge using animals before using his sons for his testing into the deepest corner of his mind.

Sanji was sprawled atop Nyasha’s head with a smile, buried in her fur, while Niji was at his side and grappling one her ears, as if wrestling it. Ichiji was sitting cross-legged in front of her, patting her nose, and Yonji was holding on to her tail as she wagged it, sliding back and forth along the ground. His heinous giggles were practically sounding through the photo, ever the hyper.

“We had fun.” Reiju says with a fond smile. Sanji, absentmindedly, nods.

The next photo had Reiju in it. Part of her, at least.

It was another perspective shot from their mother, with the back of Reiju’s pink head shallowing at the bottom of the frame. Her hands were up in front of her in claws and the four brothers were side by side, under a blanket at the foot of their mother’s bed. Ichiji, on the farthest left end, was fast asleep on his crossed arms and drooling. Next to him was Sanji, Niji, and Yonji, eyes wide with fear over whatever ghost story Reiju was portraying. Sanji and Yonji respectively had their arms clinging to their older brother in fear, with tears brimming in Sanji’s eyes and Yonji’s mouth open in mid-scream while in the middle, Niji had a stiff upper lip, trying horribly to conceal his fear. He remembers him, Yonji, and Niji later sneaking out of their respective bedrooms to meet up and sleep in Ichiji’s room, who was still softly snoring having been carried by one of the handmaids. Niji made a retort about how Ichiji’s snores would scare the ghosts away and he remembered completely agreeing with his older brother’s logic. Having pulled their blankets together to make a makeshift futon on the floor, the trio fell asleep with surefire hearts that they were safe from monsters, thanks to their unbeknownst eldest brother’s skills.

The next was when Germa had sailed into winter-island territories. They were outside, bundled up from head-to-toe in puffy winterwear in the midst of a snow-covered courtyard. Sanji remembers this day clearly as well, having been woken up by Niji and Yonji kicking his bedroom doors open with excited overlapping shouts of snow being outside. He raced with them down the steps of the castle to find Reiju and Ichiji being dressed into winter clothes by handmaids and their mother, who was well enough at the time to sometimes be out of bed. When outside, he, Niji, and Yonji decided to form an alliance and attack Ichiji with snowballs. “A revolution of the younger brothers”, he remembers Yonji screaming at the top of his lungs as Ichiji had ran and hid behind a flagpole, building a snowball cache of his own to fire back. The picture portrayed the trio mid-attack on one side of the field while Ichiji was mid-charge on the other, a pile of snowballs in one arm and the other extended mid-throw. They had spent hours in the snow that day, finally being coaxed back inside with promises of hot chocolate when their throats were sore from the dry air and their fingers were red with the cold.

The last photo on the page was the four of them in the castle bath, bubbles piled up to their chins. Yonji was leaning over the edge of the tub, posing for the camera with a wide smile and peace signs, while Niji and Sanji were mid-giggle at Ichiji, who was staring dead at the camera with a bubble beard and pointed ‘hat’ on his head. Their mother was sitting on the edge of the tub, arms heartbreakingly frail as she was mid-scrubbing Niji’s hair. Sanji didn’t understand how he missed the severity of his mother’s condition as a child, and his heart breaks at the thought of what she had to endure. Her fond smile towards her sons made him even more devastated.

He’s so selfish for reminiscing about a past he ran away from, while his mother was trapped in a nightmare she could not escape. A small part of him believes her early death to be a mercy of sorts. She wouldn’t have had to deal with the agony of witnessing what her sons had become.

Reiju stills in her seat, arms and legs crossed as she watches Sanji hunch over. Her eyes follow silver tears plopping down on the marble floor.

Sanji’s fingers ached with tension, shaking in their place as they held the book open in his lap.

He has never allowed himself to reflect on his brothers before they were altered, their new personalities taking a drastic turn against him and their brotherhood as a whole. When they turned 8, Sanji simply transitioned into a point in his life where he suddenly had no brothers.

“I imagine Mother looked through it often.” Reiju says, leaving the statement hanging in the air.

Sanji refuses to look up from his lap and closes the book shut. There were many more pages but he couldn’t bring himself to look through any more of it.

“Screw you.” Sanji spits, clenching the book with tensioned hands. “Why would you bother showing this to me? This... This is nothing. Just a book with pictures full of people I don’t know.”

Feeling overwhelmed enough to think his lungs are concaving, he stands from his seat and stalks out of Reiju’s room. Refusing to break down in the middle of the hallway, he leaves Germa entirely and rushes towards Whole Cake Chateau, from one prison to the next.

Watching his feet patter against the marble, taking lefts and rights to his room, as he buries himself in his mind. Dissociating is a terrifying thing.

Slamming the doors behind him, he exhales loudly and collapses onto the floor, shaking with the depths and weight of his strangled sobs.

It’s a horrible tragedy that had no other blame but Judge. Even what the horrid man called his sons had nothing to do with it.

With blurred vision, Sanji remembers the day Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji’s eyes went blank towards him. There was never even pure hatred behind them. Hate was an emotion. A human emotion that Sanji oh so desperately wanted to feel towards them. It would have made it all so much easier if they hated him, so he could hate them back.

But they were wiped into clean, mindless slates, not aware of anything they feel or do. They’re nothing more than drones with short leashes under Judge’s hand.

Do they still have their conscience?

Are they aware of what’s happened?

or did the boys Sanji grow up with die and are currently buried deep under a wall of bulletproof skin and mutated genetics?

Sanji never allowed himself to reminisce about what he had lost.

He hates that he was reminded of it.

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poopersdoopers · 5 months

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i just had a sanji head cannon from watching yuri on ice omg.

it goes back to him being a stern softdom HELP all my hopes and dreams realized.

definitely abo dynamics involved.

imagine being a twitch streamer. one of the top fem omega streamers.

you have been having a tough month, the last of your cycle about to hit for the end of the year:

- it makes your anxiety and depression worse

- mood swings become ten times more intense.

- and your cramping plus really irritable.

-so your alpha bf sanji suggests to stop streaming until you’re feeling better.

-you honestly could do it, after making a name for yourself and keeping your self afloat for years.

-the two of you are quite comfortable when it comes to finances as well.

-but instead, the stubborn defiant part of your brain says no!

-and another side of you wants to melt into the comfort of your alpha.

-and another side would miss your community so much? and what if your numbers drop? what if you become a failure and let down others —especially up and coming omegas.

-your anxiety spikes and your soreness is heightened by it, so you do what you do best and go against your bf’s wishes: streaming it is.

-asmr comfort stream: cute & funny clips to react to.

-comfort games like kirby, zelda, or fun indie games.

-you prop up the comfiest pillows in a makeshift nest and put a water heater on under your shirt so quell your cramps.

-normal fans account for your quietness and recount how your usual heats start around his time but they know not to comment on it, as it’s a sensitive topic and kind of tos to discuss.

-a tts alerts and alarms you goading about your alpha not keeping a watchful eye on you ..blah blah blah.

-your face goes red but instead of screaming or ranting as you usually would or just banning, you sit there and cry.

-something about it humiliates you and makes you feel weak, so you ask the mods to ban them and take the stream key.

-your alpha bf sanji walks in moments later, asking why you’re upset, kissing the top of your head, and rubbing your shoulders.

-he asks if your still feel achy? or sick. you don’t answer face in hands absolutely crushed. that’s when he notices the red camera light beeping.

-another tts goes off: pushing you further. telling them to ignore that sexless loser chatter, but it’s too late.

-sanji feels anger bubbling up in his chest, the need to protect but also make you submit and give into your heat at your pace.

-he lifts you into his arms, making sure to block your face from the audience, then sits in your makeshift nest pulling into you into his chest.

-“i thought we discussed you not streaming when you’re like this.i don’t want to show you off to everyone when you’re in *this*vulnerable.”he rubs circles into your back.

-your hiccups slow down, feeling your panic subside at his presence.

-you hide yourself completely into his neck and ask him if he’s going to punish you.

-he shakes his head no. “only if you want it because it’s what you need. it’s not really a punishment, it’s you letting yourself be settled.”

-you hug him closer, he now rubs circles into your hip, as if he can tell exactly where your back aches lie.

-“i think that’s the end of stream for a while, mods get rid of the vod. thanks everyone.”

-you nuzzle closer into his neck. he lifts you out of the chair-nest and into your bed, where you half began to make a nest before deciding to stream.

-you shiver beside yourself in fear.

-“you wanna tell me what happened”

-you shake your head no.

“you wanna tell me what you need?”,you would speak but your jaw was locked and you felt that familiar soreness wash over.

-“you wanna be settled?”

-you nodded. sanji grinned impossibly wide.

-“ill be whatever you need me to be right now. just tell me.”

-“alpha” he kissed the top of your feet, your ankles, down to your thighs. then slipped your shorts off in one fell swoop. you whined.

-“shhh…just let yourself be settled”, he grabbed your arm and locked it behind your back. marveling at how pliant you’d become but with a little fight left in you.

-then came the spanking and the tears. his hand firm and strong as if he float you off into that familiar headspace and take the reins of your mind. you tried to kick him off, not out of malice but out of fear of the desperate place you’ve always went to and some people looked down on your kind for it. sanji never did. he enjoyed settling you. he enjoyed your little routines. he loved seeing you all sweet and submissive. and he was always willing to give you more and more love under his careful embrace.

-he chides, telling you, you can run away almost you want and he’ll still love and fuck his sweet little omega 🏃🏾‍♀️(im coming sanji). he’ll hold you down and take all the fight until all you want is him.

-you eventually give into him, mind racing to one point: sanji sanji sanji. you can hear yourself mumbling his name under your breath.

-he’s in awe at how long it took you to settle, but full of desire -pupils drawn wide- at how you wither under his touch.

-after your bottom is properly red, he draws you back up for a big kiss, then it’s back into his lap, where you grind your wet pussy against his hardened cock.

-you’re still there not fully taken by the madness of heat, so he holds you close and watches you grind against him until you’ve had your filk. praising you endlessly.

-he cleans you up, taking extra care of your sore bottom, rubbing soothing lotion and massaging out kinks from your hips, back, and thighs. you feel the familiar need lessening a little, as he pulls your shorts back on and then presses your fully into him, his cheek rubbing against yours.

- “y/n ur so cute!!! i can’t believe it. even when your feisty and miserable, i can’t believe it”.

-typical sanji you rolled your eyes.

-he picks you up and you secure your legs around his waist, his freakish alpha strength keeping you secure with one arm.

-you watch as he grabs supplies between the kitchen, bathroom and main room. he then plops you down on the kitchen counter , you watch him cut up some fresh fruit for you to eat.

-you shake your head no at first. he looks around you sternly and you shiver, but still your stubbornness wins.

-“do i have to put you over my knee again, little girl?” his eyes sharpen.

-okay wow! you suddenly feel yourself floating away a bit, your bottom feel tighter, and you begin rubbing circles over your clit.

-sanji steels himself, kisses you once before throwing you over his shoulder and picking up the plate of fruit.

-suddenly you were in your alphas lap again, safe and sound as he fed you his food. this was sometimes the only way you’d eat during heats, in the comfort of his lap, and right off of his plate. you were truly as submissive as you were stubborn through and through.

-after you’d had your fill he decides to reward you by filling your hole with his cock. keeping it warm, before your heat really hits you. he kisses over you sensitive scent glands,forcing some of the sweetness out, before scenting you. enveloping you in the soothing scent of tobacco, vanilla, cinnamon, a little bit of thyme. it sometimes made your nose tickle and you giggled, wondering how your own sweet scent mixed with his warmness.

-he keeps you locked into place, before lifting your legs up and fucking your in a steady pace. you grab tightly onto his thighs and hold onto dear life. completely immobilized you couldn’t fuck back only beg for release and move further down into the fuzziness you’ve been fighting all day. he makes you cum 3 times, before knotting you and finally letting go of your legs. then placing a hand on your clit to draw more orgasms out of you as he pulses into your tight sweetness, milking him.

- “little one, you know i love you.”

- you were too far gone to even reply. but you tried anyway. “mmmm yeah”, you hiccuped at another pulse of cum coating your insides.

-his hand slowed down. “so why did you disobey me?”he growled.

-you tear up a little, “im sorry, alpha i thought i could handle it”.

-he sighed, “i understand why you do it and what you’re trying to prove to those shit heads out there. but why push yourself when you clearly do not feel well. i’m a little disappointed sweetheart.”

-“i have to keep working!”

-“you do not have to. not when you’re like this.”

-you wanted to pout, fight back, but ultimately he was right and you deflated. disappointed?

-you wanted to get up out of his lap and go stream just to prove a point to him and alphas everywhere that you were more than your secondary gender.

-but the knot between the two of you kept you there and normally you would love that, in fact it was your favorite thing to do at the end of the day.

-in the afterglow, cuddle closer to your lover, be praised endlessly and praise him back. you loved hearing how good you are for him. stare into your alpha’s pretty big eyes and melt. he would ask you about your day. you would ask him about the cafe he was planning on opening up soon, with his adopted father. you would listen to him talk for hours about his dreams, even when he’d gone soft and you were empty. just listening to him made you happy enough to just doze off. and you’d always wake up to kisses all over your face the next day.

-instead you were here fighting and it wasn’t fair because you weren’t in the right headspace and it felt like sanji was using your sensitive biology against you to win a war you didn’t know was waged.

-then it hit you…and you started crying from distress for real…all the anxiety and tension releasing from your brain at once. and sanji could feel it, sensing that he fucked up.

“we don’t have to talk about this right now. im sorry, my dear.”

“can you not criticize me when im like this? u already feel bad enough as it is , i can’t even control my body. do you know how much im trusting you right now to even do this?”

“you’re right, dear. i’m sorry. i did not intend tead to— “

“you intended to tell me what to do, framed it as a “suggestion” then shame me for wanting to work through my one weakness”.

he looks at you, understanding a little bit better what you are struggling with,

“you’re half right. my hind brain wanted to order you to submit. keep you locked on my knot the moment i saw you quiver this morning. but i knew it was your decision. but you ended up almost hurting yourself, to prove ?”

“that omegas aren’t weak during their heats.”

“baby you are vulnerable, please. you’re killing me.”

“don’t call me weak.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it. you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. but”

“but”

“but you need me just as much as i need you during my rut. it’s fine. it’s normal.”

“that’s so easy for you to say.”

“easy to say and even easier to practice doing instead of seeing my omega, my darling little princess work while in pain. or hear assholes speculate over our relationship and write it in a chat.”

you were stunned. he had known. and—

“i was watching to support your decision and i walked in to help you, not just control you like you were a helpless little child.”

you wanted to dig a hole and crawl away into it. be. buried by centuries of guilt.

“don’t run from me. don’t run from who you are, who we are *ever again*. i know it’s hard, harder than i could ever imagine understanding. but i can’t just sit there and watch you harm yourself.”

he wrapped an hand around your neck, lightly squeezing.

“what is if you went into full blown heat and those bastards got a hold of you? what if you went into subdrop? and beyond that the mental anguish you clearly feel being exploited by viewers?”

you gulpped.

“i couldn’t bare it. not as your alpha or lover or boyfriend but just as someone who cares deeply for you.”

he squeezed around your neck harder, before letting go.

“you’re mine. and im going to fuck that lesson into you until it’s understood. got it?”

“i’m yours alpha”.

“good girl”.

#me when when when when when when when when when when sanji (>//// )#pooperdoopers wip

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kingofhalo · 8 months

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BAD LUFFY

Our story begins with me in school I love watching anime I was not popular they call me an weeb and an weirdo but I don't care I got one friend named Lucas he also like anime mha Naruto we hade an blast one time we go to news sim an new video store for anime and game like horror games and horror movies we took an walk down the aisle and found an one piece dvd it had one episode the cover is decaying with blood and it rotting like flush we took it up to the cashier and he said *hay this disk is curse* he said we said what why? We say he told the backstory of this dvd in Toei Animation an worker is so tired of his work by that he got yelled at and humility of his boss so to get back for revenge he decided to summon an demon to curse this dvd but it cast him his life and his son and wife so he went home and he killed his wife by shooting her in the head and son by slitting his throat and shooting him self by that he did it he cursed the dvd while the episode is complete and ready an another employee at the studio came and yelled luffy will kill zoro nami sanji usopp robin he grab an gun and shoot 5 people after that he got arrested for murderer by this the episode was never released when viz media and Tokyo tv saw the episode Luffy snapped neck drank blood say devil voice things it just not him and there disturbing images of dead people at the shooting by that the episode was never released the legend ends that somebody watched it they will be next in Luffy killing spree of Cours we didn't believe it we bought the dvd and we bought the dvd home my dog is barking at it we took the dvd at my room and started to watch it the episode started with the normal intro but it sounds like people screaming in the background and saying help me after that it cut to black and we saw an image of an man face getting cut open after that we cut to Luffy talking to the camera that was not in the show he saw nami and he creepily slowly walk to her and twist her neck an another image now showing an woman neck got broken and it shows an boon luffy have an grinning wide and in an daemonic tone say "what sanji is doing" he look to the kitchen he saw sanji cooking he walk slowly behind him he grabbed sanji head and put his face on the burner and burned his face an another image show an man slowly burn alive luffy is going to usopp and he saw him trying to hang his poster luffy grabs an rope and raps around usopp neck and lifting him up to the air he struggles to get it off but cant he an image show an man hanging him self after that he hear the sound of Zoro he knows that we will put up an good fight but he is smart he decided to make noises around he saw Zoro working out he make noise Zoro follow him and he saw an lake he look down and luffy grab the back of his head and hold it in the water he put up an great fight but luffy over power him and drowned him an image shows an man walking up behind him and push him down luffy look at the camera and say your next to both of us we are scared and that luffy turn into an demon and 666 keeps popping up and an loud scream put up after it stop we slowly passed out on the floor after that I woke up in the hospital my family rush over to meet me and they told me that my friend has died I saw his parents talking with the doctor that he saying that luffy talk to him and threaten him to kill me and my classmates at school but he didn't go through but after he rejected him he died after he woke up I grabbed the dvd and mailed it away i never talk about it again and my friend parents blamed me for his death that I know one thing the demons is true.

#one piece #horror #short story #fan story #one piece creepypasta #fanfic

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The boys reacting to their s/o pulling themselves out of a Bad Depressive Relapse:

Warning(s): Mentions of depression, Intrusive thoughts, self-destructive behavior’s

A/N: I’m very proud of myself for pulling myself out of my bad depressive relapse episode this morning so, it’s time to write some comfort!

This man is pretty dense when it comes to dealing with other people’s internal suffering tbh.

Like, unless your outwardly showing signs of pain, he won’t fully get it.

He noticed that you were...Not your usual self for a while. A long while at that, it started to worry him that you weren’t laughing with him anymore for that period of your slump.

But, one morning, an early morning that is, you had snuck out of your room that you shared with the girls to find Luffy for some much needed Cuddling.

Ever so quietly moving towards his bed, you slowly climbed in. Him feeling movement on top of him startled him awake but, he kept quiet.

Seeing that you were the one crawling in his bed, literally made him have the biggest grin on his dorky face you’ve ever seen.

“Welcome back y/n-san” He whispered as he pulled you in for a tighter cuddle session, you couldn’t help but chuckle but, you kept quiet to avoid waking the other boys.

Soon enough, it was morning, and the rest of the crew saw that you two were finally cuddling again after your depressive slump.

Nami so took a picture with the Camera-snail for blackmail evidence to tease you with.

Seeing you severely depressed drove him Mad.

Not because he was mad /at you/ But because he was mad at /himself/ for not noticing it sooner than he should have.

Robin tried telling him about your depressive slump but, Zoro was completely clueless on what she was getting at.

“My y/n? Depressed? Why? She looks perfectly fine to me.”

That line was a big mistake on his part since you accidentally heard that, which sort of drove you over the edge again

Ngl, it took him quite a while for him to start making it up to you again after that night. His guilty conscious refused to let him rest peacefully until things where settled between you two again

Weeks went by, and even though most of the Straw Hats assumed you where still depressed, Zoro sensed otherwise.

It seemed like to him that you were finally starting to shed your light again, even if it was a slow start at first.

One day though, while the two of you were on grocery duties to help Sanji since he took the role of guard duty this round. You grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly.

it startled him at first because he thought he was being kidnapped or something, but once he saw that you had just grabbed onto it and acted so casually about it

This mans started to blush a pink hue. A brief silenced filled the air between you two before he spoke up,

“...Y/n-san....” He paused before turning towards you, “Is everything ok now? And I don’t mean that fake bullshit ‘Ok’ either...” he asked while looking concerned

You looked up to him, with the biggest smile he’d ever seen. Even if it was a small one, the fact that you smiled again after so long of not smiling, it drove him Wild.

“Yeah...........Yeah.......Everything’s gonna be ok now.” You started off before holding his hand firmly, “I have my Nakama...And I have you by my side. So, I’m no longer alone anymore.” You smiled again while looking up to Zoro, who still had the blush but, a genuine smile back

“That’s my girl.” Zoro just says while bending down to give you a quick peck on the forehead, which made you blush a deep crimson red seeing as you two were in public still.

Okay but, you /KNOW/ this idiot is gonna think it’s his fault your depressed.

He’ll constantly blame himself for your sadness, as it’s not something that could be easily cured with affection or food.

He’s even more sad when he can’t dote on you so much because it makes you feel even worse.

You have to keep reminding him that this was just how your brain worked sometimes.

It wasn’t until Nami and Chopper explaining it to him properly, is when he started to finally understand that some people just feel down and needed some space for a bit.

Even when he was giving you your personal space, he still made you your favorite foods, making sure that you had stuff to drink and eat even if you were cooped up in your bedroom for a long time.

He won’t admit it directly but, he genuinely misses you. He misses your smell, your touch, your face, your body, your everything.

He especially misses the way you can easily fluster him and make him feel like a King, but he’ll deny those feelings if you asked him though.

A couple of month’s had gone by of this depressive state of yours. it was starting to take a mental tole on himself, knowing that you were stuck in those same four walls, missing everything that was happening, being unable to help you at all during this.

Just as he was about to head towards the sleeping cabin area to drop off your next meal, he’d noticed that your door was slightly open. He blinked, confused and worried that somebody had tried sneaking inside of it somehow.

But soon enough, you had popped out, yawning as you’d just woken up that morning. Nothing had harmed you physically from the looks of it, he looked up and down for a while before placing the food tray on a nightstand to avoid spilling the food.

You turn after hearing the tray clink against the wooden surface, “Oh? Morning Sanji-sa--Ouf!” You where cut off from a tackle hug.

Sanji had wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you so close to him you were practically choking on his hair. “S-Sanji?? Is everything alright?” You asked, patting his back gently

Your eyes widened as the next thing he did was give you a big passionate kiss on your lips. You felt salty fluids on his face. “Oh.” You thought as you realized what was happening

“I missed you so fucking much y/n-chan.” Sanji says after the kiss. Hearing him say that so bluntly made /you/ turn red-faced and start to stutter.

“....Yeah....I missed you too Sanji-san.” You admitted while smiling again after so long of not showing your smile to anybody. Poor Sanji nearly fainted.

Law knew something was off about you even before you realized it yourself.

You were grumpy, snippy, more “tired” than normal. You had constant mood swings that showed up out of the blue. Everything was just...Off.

It didn’t take much for him to realize that you were dealing with Depression. Although he knew very little of your past, he knew that something was eating at you.

Once your downward spiral of your mental suffering began, you stayed in your bedroom for the majority of the time, refusing to go out even if it was for a general meeting for a mission, or even for food.

Law wasn’t the best at communicating his own feelings towards somebody, so helping his crush with her depression was a little bit harder to do than he thought.

He didn’t realize that you would get so bad that you just woke up absolutely /screaming/ at the top of your lungs during a nightmare. The only reason he knew what was happening was because Bepo went to drop off some food for you, and then ran once he heard the screaming.

After a while of some studying on Depression, Law tried everything that he could to at least /try/ to get you to speak with him...But, after a few weeks of this, he started to get tired of chasing you.

“Y/n-ya...At least let me check for injuries.” He said as he sat on the floor, leaning against your bedroom door with a frown....No response.

He could hear silent sobbing and hiccups behind him, which hurt because he didn’t know how to help you! it drove him Mad!

He was about to give up, sighing in irritation. As he started to walk away, he heard the bedroom door start to click open. You peaked your head out tiredly, face stained with dried and fresh tears, your face all red from not just crying but from stress as well.

Seeing you so Broken hurt him. He’s been there before, he’d never wish to see his friends be broken like this...Let alone his crush.

You opened the door wider so that way he could come in, “...sorry....For the mess...” You weakly spoke, allowing him to enter your room.

Once the two of you were in your room, you had shut the door, then locked it behind you...Eventually turning to face Law, the next moved startled him

You were so tired from the depression night terrors, the screaming, the crying and well...Everything else...That you just fainted into his arms! “Y-Y/n-ya??” He questioned as he stood still. No response...Well, nothing with words anyways. A soft snore leaked passed your slightly open mouth

You had fallen asleep, quite literally in his arms. And he didn’t know how to handle it. You were his crush after all! What was he supposed to do!? Move you away!? Fuck.

He calmed down and carried you bridal style in his arms, thanking God that you were a heavy sleeper, and shuffled his way onto your messy bed, kicking his shoes off at least before getting comfortable.

Another week had passed since that night, and throughout that week, law would give orders to Bepo and Penguin to take control of the ship while he stayed put. he would only move to take a piss/shit or a quick shower before rushing to your side again. He’d forgo the shower if waking you would cause you to feel alone and start crying again.

Once that week had passed though, you had woken up to feel a body underneath you. Blinking, you were confused as to what was happening. You then blushed a deep crimson red seeing Law underneath you, holding you so tightly to him that you could hardly breathe properly because of it.

Law had woken up after feeling your movements to try and get out of bed and take a shower, since you hadn’t taken a proper one in the past three weeks due to your depressive state hitting you like a two ton truck.

You then felt an arm snake around your lower waste, pinning you down of sorts, which made you jump a bit and turn to see who’s it was. Only to see Law wide awake and looking upwards at you

A brief silence filled the room before Law had spoke. “Y/n-ya......You’re Ok.” he says quietly, trying not to startle you...Soon, the memories of what you went through during your depressive state had hit you. You saw everything that happened. And then you saw that Law had tried his hardest to get you to feel ok.

You started to cry again, which made him frown in worry, only to . be taken aback by the sudden tackle hug you were doing, “Law!” You kept muttering in between your hiccupped sobs as you held him.

All Law did was rub your head gently and held you close to him again. He didn’t know how to respond. “....You saved me.....” You commented, now hovering over him with a shaky smile.

Those words. Those three single words made his heart melt with pure happiness. A feeling he hasn’t had in a LONG while. Despite the fact that he hated being called a Hero, if he could save /you/ from death? Then he’ll take being called a Hero by you any day.

You just kept hiccupping as you cried of happiness, but that was easily silenced with Law’s next action. You felt Law’s rougher lips against your own, which easily made you stop crying. He broke the kiss after a while and smiled back, “...I’m glad that your Ok y/n-ya.” he says before pulling you down for another kiss

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader #holy fuck this got long #sorry that law's was long but listen #I love Law ok #tw// depression

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