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[lale-txt]

🌙 waking up at night without you by their side ↳ w/ Kid, Rayleigh, Denjiro & Yamato

a/n: another draft that's been sitting here since forever. in the light you go!! love me some lighthearted fluff. slightly suggestive + poly mention for Rayleigh (i feel like i'm putting this ALWAYS when writing Rayleigh omg) also sending kisses to all my anons swooning over Yamato. i know i don't write him that much but wanted to include him here for you ♡ i always love reading about your undying love for him, it's the purest thing.

Kid 

how dare you leave his side while he’s sleeping

don’t you know about your big spoon duties which involve holding him tenderly from behind, rubbing his back and making sure your arms are constantly wrapped around him all the time? 

Kid huffs when he wakes up with his back cold and your side of the bed empty

were you going for a midnight snack without him? didn’t you know that he was also craving shredded cheese at 3am? was your relationship a lie the whole time? 

no he’s not being dramatic why do you ask

or did you miss a step of your skin care routine and went back to the bathroom to do it again? he told you countless times that it didn’t work that way…

he throws back the covers and gets up, his red hair a mess and barely held together by the cat ear hairband you once gifted him 

Kid’s first instinct when he’s in trouble is to consult Killer so they can be in trouble together, so naturally he stomps down the hall to Killer’s cabin and doesn’t bother knocking, just bursts in like the Kool Aid man 

he lets out a surprised gasp when Killer isn’t sleeping peacefully in his bed but playing cards with you, Heat and Wire – very wide awake 

before Kid’s face can turn the color of his hair, you already kick out a chair for the tulip and gesture him to sit his ass down so you can explain

“see… on the last island when we stocked up on supplies Killer didn’t buy decaf coffee like ne normally does but regular… and since everyone but you drinks coffee–” “because it’s BAD for your skin, but no one ever listens to me” “–all of us have just been unable to fall asleep.”

Kid rolls his eyes and continues huffing, but also pulls you in his lap and wrap his arm around you, falling asleep with his head resting against yours as you continue your game

but no more coffee for you after 2pm, decaf or not. the big spoon rule book got updated, you gotta keep up duh

Rayleigh

even in his sleep Rayleigh reaches for you, wanting to hug you close to him, only content when he can nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

so when his hand pats into empty space, he’s suddenly awake, mumbling out your name into the dark 

first thing he does is turn on the light on the nightstand and reach for his glasses because he can’t see shit without them

still fighting off sleep, he takes a moment to reconstruct last night, smiling over it. no, you definitely fell asleep in his arms after you both finished… several times

actually he could go another round now that he was awake, but someone was missing…

it’s when he hears muffled voices coming from downstairs that he calls out your name again, louder this time

“we’re in the kitchen!”

we? … oh

with his observation haki never failing him, Rayleigh realizes within a heartbeat now what is going on

following your laughter he finds you in the kitchen… accompanied by a very familiar face

“Ray, I must say your taste is exquisite as always…”

Shakky cups your face, a cigarette dangling from her lips, as she beams at her husband leaning in the doorframe

“i think I’m in love with your wife”, you sigh dreamily, melting under her touch and gazing up to her with puppy eyes, completely encharmed by her 

Rayleigh ruffles his white hair and just smirks. he was about to introduce you anyway, so this makes things much easier now

he comes closer and places kisses on both of your cheeks. this night just got so much more interesting… 

Denjiro

Denjiro is always a little sleepy and would pass out within a heartbeat wherever and whenever, but preferably with you by his side, pulling you close even in his sleep

so why were his arms empty right now?

long blue hair is spilled all over the futons and usually by now you would complain because you’re getting tangled up in it 

rubbing his eyes he sits up, he murmurs out your name into the dim light of your shared room 

Denjiro isn’t too worried, he knows what you’re capable off, otherwise the yakuza boss wouldn’t have married you. he twists the golden band on his ring finger absentmindedly as he’s slowly forcing himself to wake up properly

it’s when he notices the gentle breeze coming through the open sliding door leading to the veranda and he immediately knows where to look for you

throwing the blanket over his shoulders he gets up, already making out your silhouette in the milky moonlight as you sit there huddled up, looking over your shoulder when you hear his footsteps approaching

“Den… you gotta see this…” 

your excited whisper and gestures to keep quiet had him curious, but more than that he was just happy to see you smiling

Denjiro sits down behind you and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his big arms and the blanket around you and kissing the side of your neck. you’re cold but feel warmth tingling in your limbs immediately under his touch

“what is it, little moonshine?”, he whispers and rests his chin on top of your head. you almost disappear in his embrace due the size difference and wiggle yourself in a comfortable position, the tip of your nose and your curious eyes peeking out from the blanket 

“snow bunnies”, you say softly and point to the garden where a pair of white bunnies frolic around in the falling snow, almost invisible for the eyes

Denjiro smiles and leans down to kiss you again. love is stored in the little things, you taught him that. and soon he falls asleep again, holding you tightly as he drifts into dreams of you, but none sweeter than the reality he gets to live with you

Yamato

personal space? not in this house 

Yamato usually sleeps sprawled out like a starfish and rotates in his sleep like a beyblade

but it’s fine because you adjusted to that! nothing can stop you from cuddling your big golden retriever boyfriend in his sleep

so when he wakes up at night and doesn’t feel your familiar weight on top of him it just sends him into straight up panic

in an attempt to turn the lights on he gets tangled up in the sheets and stumbles, taking down the lamp and everything else on the nightstand with him 

he’s calling out your name and trying not to cry on the spot

did you have a bad dream and he didn’t notice? were you somewhere crying on your own? his heart couldn’t take the thought of it. 

this was even worse than the one time he lost you at the supermarket in the candy aisle and he had to make an announcement over speaker which was mostly him sobbing into the microphone

his brain still lagging from the sleepiness and shock, Yamato doesn’t notice how you squat down next to him, picking off various nightstand items (tissues, crystals, harness…) off him 

“Yams, just what are you doing down there? were you sleepwalking? i knew this would become an issue one day…”

cut to Yamato sobbing in your arms because for three hot minutes he thought he had lost you forever 

which is when you kindly explain him that nature called and you only went to the bathroom but would have returned into his arms straight away

however you can never hold back tears as well when you see Yamato crying and now you’re both on the floor sobbing as you hold each other tenderly 

only when he kisses away the salty streaks you both calm down a little and can laugh about the situation

ever since you leave a little note out when you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and make sure to snuggle extra close to him once you return, making Yamato smile even in his sleep

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[bas-writes]

Snowed In

Character: Denjiro Reader: gender neutral CW: size difference (smaller reader) Word count: 727 Prompt: One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. A/N: to cleanse my palette from the everlasting smut, I decided to return to my favorite prompt list, and sprinkle y'all's dashboard with some shameless fluff! i'll randomly assign blorbos i enjoy writing (or set traps on my friends and moots), until the whole list of 50 will be full :3 i hope you will enjoy!

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You could swear it’s been snowing for eternity. In other circumstances you would probably be happy like a little kid—or at least in awe at the views alone—but here and now you’re just terrified. The snowdrifts reached the level you would call impassable hours ago, and so far you haven’t seen any sign of the cataclysm any time soon. If you two are lucky, maybe someone will find you and free you from the semi-abandoned home you took as your shelter. If not…Well, for sure there are worse ways to spend a night together.

Well, at least there’s a place to sleep. And more than one bed.

Denjiro is in a far better mood, shamelessly sprawled on one of said beds, a tad too small for his huge body. Hands behind his head, he gnaws on a toothpick and hums, deep in thought, with a dreamy smile across his lips. Even if your face is turned towards the window, you keep observing him from the corner of your eye. It’s been so…long since you saw him smiling so naturally for the last time. Just as you thought he can’t show any more emotion but a wicked smirk or anger, here he is, relaxed and pleased with something. Much like a well-fed cat.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” He rolls the toothpick from one corner of his lips to the other, his smile now directed at you. “Do you have any news for me?”

A little needle of embarrassment pricks your ears. Have you been that obvious? How far has he read you? You’re still not sure whether you want your crush to be known or not, so you’ve been doing your best to be discreet.

With little effect, it seems.

“All I can say is that—” You pray that at least your voice sounds neutral— “we’re in trouble.”

“It cannot be that bad.” He stretches and springs on his feet. To look through the window—and over your shoulder—he has to bend nearly in half. “Oh. Well. Seems it can.”

He rests chin on your shoulder—as expected, quite a weight to carry. But even if he placed only a feather there, the effect would be no different. Your body stiffens and your heart races in your chest, beating against your ribcage like a wild bird trapped in a cage.

Calm yourself down. He hasn’t done anything, he’s just…close. Oh, so close…

“And we don’t have firewood here.” Denjiro clicks his tongue, his careless smile fading a bit—just to explode anew a second later. “We might have to cuddle for warmth, isn’t it romantic?”

“I don’t think we’re close enough for that.” You roll your eyes but, underneath, you’re burning at the mere thought. Oh, to be so close, to feel with your whole body how big he is…

As if reading your mind, Denjiro wraps arms around you and pulls you close, trapping you against his chest. He’s not standing straight and yet, the top of your head barely reaches his chest. Involuntary, your body starts melting and leaning against him.

And he’s not losing this opportunity, one hand supporting your middle, the other gently cupping your chin and tilting your head in his direction, his face dangerously close…

He tastes of mint, you realize, eagerly opening for him. He brushes the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip before closing it between his and sucking a little, teasing, not breaking the subtle status quo. It happened so quickly you stand no chance for reaction, frozen in place, unable to even close your eyes.

“Ah!” He pulls away as fast as he leaned for it, his face genuinely concerned. “Do you want to do this? I’m sorry, I should have asked first—”

Instead of giving him an answer, you reach out and, threading fingers through his silky-soft hair, pull him closer again, your lips finally free of motionless curse. For a second or two you’re able to take control over it, attacking him with passion that surprised you both.

But it doesn’t last long. With a given permission, his gall returns—and he claims your lips his until you’re out of breath and leaning into chest, all your power gone in seconds.

“You know—” He wipes the saliva off your lips with his thumb. “I don’t think I want to be saved from here that early…”

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[doctorgerth]

Hey Doc! Hope your Sunday is going good. If there is still a slot open, may I please request a Denjiro x female straw hat reader scenario where it’s after the war on onigashima has concluded and they are keeping each other company, cuddling with each other, and enjoying the peace of their victory. I hope those are enough details to use. Thank you and hope you are feeling alright.

a/n: I really really hope this turned out okay! I spent a lot of back and forth on this. 😵‍💫 I love love love Denji but he’s a little difficult to write for sometimes...I apologize if this didn’t turn out how you wanted! I also STRUGGLED in the fight against making this angsty, so there’s just a itty bitty bit of angst in there, hopefully that’s okay! Hope you like it, friend!! x 

featuring: Denjiro x Fem!Straw Hat Reader

warnings: extra cheesy fluff, teensy bit of angst

VICTORY

The wind is gentle, wisping through your hair and dancing along your skin; sealing each bandage with a kiss. Denjiro places one against your shoulder, hurrying the healing process with his tender affection. The townsfolk below are smiling of their own accord, grinning from ear to ear as they help one another with their own healing. The healing of their homes, their town, and of their spirits. All at once it hits you — the war is finally over.  

“We did it,” you breathe out, exhaling all pent up air. It takes a moment for your lungs to find their natural rhythm of inflation and deflation, but for the first time since your fateful meeting, time is on your side. With your back against his sturdy chest, you find yourself at last relaxing, muscles noticeably sore from extended tension, but every passing second in his warm embrace unravels the knots within you, melting you into him.

Denjiro’s there to absorb you with thumbs tracing patterns along exposed skin. He pulls you deeper into him, securing you in his arms as if feeling threatened by the wind. You couldn’t be whisked away from him just yet, not before he had this moment with you; a peaceful moment with just the two of you long overdue.

“We sure did,” he sighs as if coming to finally believe it himself. Long, silky strands of light blue hair envelop your right side like a curtain as Denjiro nuzzles his face into the side of your neck. His lips curve upward as you exhale airy laughter from his tickling lashes and he knows this is how you’re meant to be — happy and carefree. There’s no doubt in his mind that he’d go through hell and back a second time just to keep you like this.

He pulls away to look at you, admiring the crinkle of your eyes, glossy irises mirroring the smile on your lips as you stare up at him. His cheek presses against the palm of your hand as you reach up to tuck a flower behind his ear that you had plucked earlier from the grassy hillside the two of you have to yourselves.

“You’re so pretty, Denji,” you grin further, lips and cheeks bruised from battle, yet curving effortlessly for your lover. You can’t help but be mesmerized by how unbelievably handsome he looks under the comforting Wano sun; hair let down, flower behind his ear, bright blue eyes glistening like the ocean after a storm, pink lips relaxed in a lazy smirk, revealing the look of a man so helplessly in love. You’d keep this image of Denjiro with you forever.

“What will you do now, my pirate princess? You’re leaving with Wano’s greatest treasure you know. Take good care of my heart, will you?” His smirk widens, teasing. Truthfully, you were leaving with so much more than his heart. His body would remain in Wano, but you’d be taking his heart, soul, and everything in between with you when your crew eventually departed. He didn’t want to think of that just yet, though.

“I love you, but you are so horrendously cheesy,” you groan with a huff of laughter, squeezing into him as if you weren’t ready to think about being apart either. Neither of you were sure you’d ever be ready for that.

Denjiro knows that there’s still so much to say, memories created to reflect upon, but there’s a lump in his throat swelling with immeasurable adoration that’s proving difficult to swallow. How could he possibly say everything he wishes to tell you and deem himself a sane man? He couldn’t; not when the feelings he harbors for you are so unbearably difficult to depict with accuracy and vast enough to drive a man mad.

Still, the validity of his devotion, and your miraculously returned affections, help him to speak at least a small fraction of what’s weighing heavy on his heart, “I want you to know that I have never, and will never, love anyone else in the endless ways that I love you. Together or apart, for me, it will always be you.”

Warm tears dampen Denjiro’s cheeks when you reach upward to pull him into a breathless kiss and the samurai isn’t quite sure who they belong to. Though his sense of victory should come from winning the war, he can’t help but feel a deeper triumph in knowing that he’s won your heart.

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[rnakamura22]

Love That Bloomed in Hell 1

I talked about this and finally put it into Words!!! Please excuse me for bad Writing...

It was a typical day for Denjiro, during the 20 years which was destined for him to wait. Wait for his comrades to come into the future, conduct the raid and defeat Kaido, the greatest wish of his deceased master.  20 years of pain, misery, agony, and patience.  His master’s daughter, Hiyori was forced to become an Oiran to fool Orochi, the enemy that killed her mother and father. What disgrace for the princess of the Kozuki Clan!  He had nothing more than hate for Orochi, Kaido, and his minions.  Unknown to him, there is a person that is about to come into his life, that would change how he sees his country.

“Big Boss Kyoshiro!” a voice of a woman drove him back to reality from his domain of his thoughts. “What is it?”  He turned his eye which led him to look outside the window.  “We found a girl lying outside the shop!” “She’s unconscious and thin as a stick! Poor little thing.. she looks cute, but she’s in bad shape...” two of the servants in his brothel were outside, and the older one was carrying a girl who looked no more than 5 years old. Her kimono was black, but it was ripped to shreds in several places, and barefoot with numerous cuts on her foot. She had short (h/c) hair, which was cut unevenly, and her legs were thin as a tree branch with a bad burn that he could see from afar, and yet her skin was milky white similar to snow.  Little did Denjiro know of what waited for him in the future with this girl, unknown to everyone carried the blood of the villain that ruled Wano.

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[chenziee]

Fly, little bird (away from everything)

Written for the wonderful @opmarcozine! So happy and honoured to have been able to take part in this project 💙

I wrote one more fic for the digital add-on which is much, much lighter than this ahaha If you fancy yourself some silly pineapple flambe and jealous kittens, stay tuned for later this week! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Last chance to grab yourself a copy!

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The one time the Whitebeard Pirates had visited the Land of Wano, it was a peaceful and beautiful country. Marco still remembered the lush forests of Kuri, could smell the aroma of the giant koi being grilled over fire, could hear Kin'emon scolding Oden for wanting to leave. It was a great place; the stories Oden, Inu, Neko, and later Izo had shared with the family were all fun and happy.

With the isolation policy, they all assumed the country was still the same. That Oden had made his way back to the country after Roger's execution and was now busy being a terrible Shogun—having more fun than governing, giving Kin'emon and Denjiro grey hair while Toki did nothing but encourage her husband.

They had no reason to think there was anything wrong with their brother (or uncle?) and his country.

But then the news reached them.

Watching Pops' almost permanent wide grin freeze and eventually disappear was never a good sign. Honestly, a skirmish with some stray Beast Pirates who thought picking a fight with another Emperor was a bright idea wasn't a good sign either but Pops going from relaxed to shocked to angry was in a league of its own.

"What's going on, yoi?" Marco asked as he rushed towards the group dealing with the mess.

When Izo turned to look at him, Marco startled at the sight that met him. Izo's lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched. His brow was furrowed so deeply that his carefully applied make-up was creasing and the look in his eyes was… full of fear.

Marco took a deep breath, his gaze darting between Izo's twisted expression, the looks of anger on his other brothers' faces, and Pops, who had stood up to his full height with Murakumogiri in hand, his grip tight as he glowered at the pirates in front of him. Haki was vibrating in the air when he finally spoke up, his voice resounding around the Moby Dick with a commanding tone that would make even the greatest Neptunians quiver.

"Kaido's ruling the Land of Wano? What's that mean, squirt?" he asked.

"Exactly what I said," one of the Beasts said, voice full of fake confidence even as he visibly shook in fear.

Dead silence followed his words. Everyone could imagine what it meant.

Carefully, tentatively, Marco raised his hand, placing it on Izo's shoulder. When he didn't immediately shake him off, Marco squeezed lightly, hoping to remind his fellow division commander that he wasn't alone. Marco wasn't sure if that was enough… but he didn't know what else to do for him right then.

It seemed like a pointless question when Pops demanded to know what happened to his little brother; Marco was sure they could all imagine Oden's reaction when he had learned Kaido put a pawn on the Shogun's throne and took control of his homeland. Oden might have hated the isolation policy but he loved his country and its people.

Letting go of a shaky breath, Marco tried not to imagine what Oden's last moments might have been like. He simply squeezed Izo's shoulder tighter.

The man stood still for a moment longer but then he finally shook Marco's hand off and stepped forward.

"What about the retainers? What happened to them?" he asked, voice carefully measured.

"The castle burned down. There's no way anyone survived," the Beast answered after a reluctant pause.

Heavy silence settled over the deck before Izo turned around, his coat swishing behind him as he walked away. No one dared follow him.

"Toss them overboard. I don't care what happens to them," Pops announced, sitting back down in his chair to signify the matter over.

Marco didn't wait around to see Jozu leaving their lives in the mother sea's care. With one powerful wave of his wings, he rose up high to the air, soon leaving the Moby Dick behind as he shifted into full phoenix form and took off to nowhere in particular.

It was moments like this that he was grateful to his devil fruit. The ability to just up and leave when he wanted to clear his head or just needed a break—that alone was worth the threat of drowning in a puddle. Maybe he should take Izo up here once the gunman sorted out his thoughts.

Once Marco sorted out his own.

He wanted to go back; he wanted to go to Pops and demand they turn the ship around and go to Wano to free their family's country, to get revenge… But he wasn't stupid. He knew it was impossible—not without putting countless lives in danger and not without the World Government getting involved. After all, this wouldn't be just a matter of two rival crews fighting amongst themselves. This would be an open war between two Emperors.

It was simply not going to happen. Pops would never agree and Marco himself wouldn't easily make that decision. Maybe if Oden was still alive, if they were sure Izo's sister was alive… it would be different. But as it was, there was nothing to gain, Marco knew.

He knew, but that didn't stop him from wishing they could just go and do it.

And so he merely waved his wings, rising higher still.

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­­Looking at the large stones in front of him, Marco wondered if it was possible for tears to run out. It had barely been a week since Marineford, the wounds still fresh, still tender, still so damn painful... and yet, Marco's eyes stayed dry now. They stayed dry despite the cold, hard reminders within an arm's reach; reminders that he would never again hear Pops' laughter, never again find Ace sleeping on top of his own medical records and setting them on fire.

It almost felt like the gravestones were mocking his inability to cry anymore.

It didn't come as much of a surprise when quiet steps approached him before a delicate hand came to rest on his shoulder.

It took a long time for either of them to speak, time filled with mutual understanding and mourning for the ones they had lost. But finally, Izo's soft whisper was carried by the breeze to Marco's ears. "Thank you for being here."

At that, Marco snorted. "Shouldn't I be saying that in this situation?"

"Maybe. I just wanted to say it," Izo replied, his tone lighter but every bit as serious as it was before and Marco's shoulders sagged.

"I'm sorry. This is the second time we let your family die," he muttered.

Izo clicked his tongue, letting go of Marco's shoulder to instead whack him over the head. "Shut up. Neither what happened in Wano, nor this was your fault. We all did what we wanted in the end. Including Pops and Ace."

"I know," Marco sighed. "It's just hard, yoi."

"It is," Izo agreed quietly, his hand landing back on Marco's shoulder to give it one last squeeze.

Marco huffed, a small smile finding its way to his lips for the first time in days. "Thanks, yoi."

"You know where to find me," Izo said before he took a step back.

Marco briefly wondered whether he was that predictable or if Izo was simply that perceptive but he decided not to dwell on it. He let his arms be engulfed in blue flames that soon formed into fiery feathers—soft, warm, and familiar, turning his arms into powerful wings which could carry so much weight… but which still couldn't carry the future of the crew.

But if he let them… maybe they could at least carry the guilt and leave it somewhere far above in the clouds. Maybe turn it into rain to replace the tears Marco couldn't shed anymore.

"I'll see you later," Marco only said before raising into the air, Izo's nod nothing but an afterimage as he took to the air, just like he had done years ago after they had learned about Wano’s fate. Just like he had done countless times in the past few days.

As he rose up, higher and higher, he was surprised by how much lighter he felt now; it was like he was leaving behind not only Izo and Whitebeard and Ace’s graves, but also a large portion of the weight that had been sitting on his shoulders for days—months, really; ever since Thatch was killed—and which had been keeping his wings from spreading fully.

It would probably never go away but maybe, just maybe… it would become easier.

And he would never have to take to the air to mourn ever again.

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As he soared through the skies of Wano, Marco couldn't help the wry smile pulling on his lips. What a naive wish he had made two years ago.

There was no one to comfort him now; no one to squeeze his shoulder and smile encouragingly. Izo was gone, just like Pops and Ace and so many others.

But Marco… kept soaring.

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

Let’s have a fun Akazaya headcanon. Obviously Oden was a natural disaster that destroyed every room he stayed in until Toki either reigned him in or made the issue far worse. Hard to tell with that girl. Looking at how big Oden Castle was back in the day though...seemed big enough I always imagined the retainers ended up having a floor to themselves. Not too many people so each one could have their own room.

What do these rooms look like? That’s where I come in:

Kin’emon: Quite nice actually. No Kin has nothing to do with that. Tsuru though would of course curate a lovely space. That reminds me, there is something about that in canon I need to circle back to but we’re assuming they get a fancy double suite and Tsuru has your average sensibility for classic Wano decor. Nice floral arrangements, cozy but the furniture is nice. Tidy and smells clean. Kin doesn’t exactly spend a lot of time indoors.

Denjiro: Ever-shifting with no rhyme or reason. His room is basically a warehouse for various things he’s in the process of moving around. Imagine a somewhat organized hoarder. There’s also a table cluttered with papers and sake bottles as the centerpiece of the actual small living area. Smells kinda musty. 

Izo: Oden Castle, kind of spartan because he keeps a lot of space empty for dance practice. Everything has a place but it’s tastefully arranged. Since he was dragged away middle of the night, a few things are out of place but the gang left everything as it was. Moby Dick? Classy as hell. Fine silks, the most well-stocked vanity you’ve ever seen. Little library and pistol collection. And one of the greatest mysteries of the Whitebeard Pirates, how he always has a flawless vase of chrysanthemum in there. He keeps them refreshed as well as possible, but Marco’ll perk em up if he has to.

Kiku <3: Well duh, the coolest room. It’s just official her hobby is aromatherapy so this one obviously smells the best. Fought the rest of the group for the good balcony so she can have a flower garden. But also little shelves of jars, apothecary equipment like mortar & pestles, diffusers, etc. Noh decor on the walls, cool houseplants, nothing super extravagant but it’s all nice and comfy. Spends the most time in hers. Neko has also soft-claimed a really good sunny spot in here for nap time. Kawamatsu is allowed to use it but chooses not to, and there is a growing feud now that Toki’s learned of it.

Kanjuro: Perfectly normal but has a vaguely sinister vibe. There’s also like, a holodeck vibe to it since he doesn’t really need permanent furniture. He’ll use his fruit to make the space suit his needs. Makes the place smell like ink though. It’s strong enough Kiku & the Minks don’t like it.

Raizo: The one you really want to knock before entering. The room is fine, if a little spartan. Raizo even has a decent head for aesthetics. There’s a couple of cool statues, some nice inspiring scrolls hanging. Ninja weapon wall is always bitchin. But man...there’s a lot of pornography not very well hidden and it kinda smells like a sad lonely dude lives here. The whole thing gives off a Franky vibe. The guys think it’s cool as hell, then smash cut to Tsuru, Kiku, & Toki deadpan.

Ashura Doji: It’s a type of orderly. Everything is in it’s proper place. Quite tidy even. Doji just...doesn’t understand the difference between proper indoor and outdoor activities. So he keeps it clean but he might be making snake blood soup in a giant pot or something wild like that. A little hazy from the herbs Kiku makes him burn to keep the house from stinking. Doji thinks this adds a touch of class. He also maintains at least one statement floral arrangement. But like, a tough one. 

Inuarashi: He is a samurai dog man, what the hell else would it look like? Cool, orderly weapon displays. Maybe a little religious shrine or scrolls like Raizo’s. A tasteful collection of some luxuries he’s picked up but functional things. Then bone. Some furniture made out of bone that would look a lot better without the little bite marks on it. There’s also this type of carnival prize where they creatively make a little animal that squeaks when you squish it. Inu keeps the big one he won one fire festival.

Nekomamushi: A damn mess. He has a couple of piles of things to snooze on at various times of the day. It smells like smoke from his pipe. Nothing ever stays in place because he compulsively bats it around. Outside or in Kiku’s room half the day anyways. Samurai cat man. His life is a chain of rotating whimsical duties and rotating through his daily schedule of sleeping spots.

Kawamatsu: His room is a little animal sanctuary. First floor and even opens to a small pond. Makes it easier to pop over to the stables and such. He just kinda...chills out underwater decompressing a lot. Divulges his (and all the gang’s) worries into wounded baby squirrels and such. Doesn’t exactly smell nice, but he tries to keep it clean.   

Shinobu: Girl’s a hot mess. It’s kinda like Raizo but for a woman. Makeup & sake bottles strewn about. You might step on an um...marital aid. Piles of clothes, a bit of natural funk not entirely covered up by some attempt at an air freshener. Tries to have floral arrangements and plants but they’re too “mature” for most people’s tastes. Stop saying they’re rotten!

#one piece #akazaya nine #akazaya headcanons #okiku #kinemon #raizo #izo #nekomamushi #inuarashi #kawamatsu #denjiro #kanjuro #ashura doji

[askmiokuri]

Considering her power, I’m curious about 10 and 28.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

"I couldn't imagine a life in which I unlearned to hear the difference ever since Orochi gave me this gift. Denjiro helped me a lot with coming to terms with what it means."

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

"It was a complicated situation, one I would rather not go into detail about. However, I betrayed the trust of my best friend. Selfish, scared, tired of it all, I could have been considered all of them, but it doesn't excuse how I made her feel."

"Would I have done it differently if given the choice? I don't think so. Coincidentally, I made a good choice... I just wish to know what happened to her after I left. It has been years since we last spoke."

#kurozumi miokuri #denjiro #raizo #one piece ask blog #//I can't go into too much detail without plain retelling her story so #link to the fic it's based on is in her about page :D

[gildedmuse]

Tbh idc what the pairing is (it could be Mihawk x Law or anything else) as long as you’re writing it, bc I will 100% be reading it. I’m glad to hear from you 😅 and also glad you didn’t die! Hopefully the situation of avoiding death continues for a good long time yet!

Oh my God thank you so much. Haha, about the not dying part, of course, but also I'm so happy when people really enjoy my writing.

I'll tell you what, recovery is going slower than I expected (I would have hoped that once I was back home and not puking up blood that I would have magically gotten better; turns out that, just as all my past experience has suggested but I refuse to accept, it doesn't work that way.)

I'm not sure about posting the Mihawk/Law piece, just because it has a lot of gaps in it which makes it hard to read. This is hard to read, too, but only because the writing sucks in parts. That is down to me not sleeping. If you can forgive some really poor writing, though, I can offer you this Mihawk x Law (with some obvious future Law x Zoro) that I wrote for @jhaernyl who was having a real tough night, and I wanted to make it better and refused to let the fact I obviously shouldn't have been writing at the time stop me.

Swordsmen Are Flexible

Law as a yoga instructor who teaches at Hawk Eyes, a dojo/gym/training complex.

The dojo is perhaps the biggest piece in all this. They have a full sized, League approved, competition stage that often plays host to Grand Line Division matches.

So, of course, the two most popular instructors at the center are not only well known Kenshi with high international rankings, but also are both fully certified as 9th Dan Hanshi by the IKL: Sensei Kyoshiro Denjiro and Sensei Dracule Mihawk. Considering the level of such instructors, it's only natural that following the announcement of a new sensei joining the team at Hawk Eyes, everyone developed theory, had heard a rumor, or just "had a hunch" about who the new trainer would be ranging from romantic ("Imagine if Sensei Hawkeyes brought his old rival to teach us!") to reasonable (He's visited often enough, and has the relaxed air of a retired Kenshi who would be glad to teach rather than compete. Rayleigh just makes sense....) to ruthless (Mihawk may not be the kindest Sensei, but no way he's throwing his students to King!) to truly ridiculous (Cavendish is more movie star than Kenshi, and and student who believes Mihawk would bring in that overhyped fop should probably see the on sight medic; they clearly need their head checked).

In spite of himself, Law can't help but be just as curious as the rest of the club. Unlike the students who excitedly chatter and spread each and every new overheard suggestion as if it's a confirmed fact, the club members who aren't part of the kendo circle but keep finding themselves in or around those areas of the complex trying to catch a peak, or the staff who are happy to gossip among themselves but are sure to shake their heads and tut when students do so loudly when the boss is nearby, Law doesn't bother with all the baseless conjecturing and wasteful speculating and instead takes the bold move of simply asking.

Of course, that IS easier when you have some pull behind the scenes. Which Law definitely had. Despite being just shy of 22 and whose activity fell well out of the realm of kendo (by enlarge, sword styles depend on either strength/power or speed, and so some sports or exercise classes that might otherwise have nothing to do with blades find themselves under the general kendo umbrella simply by offering the students a way to bolster their skills in other ways; no real style depends so heavily on flexibility) which is where nearly 1/4th of the entire Club's is based, Trafalagar Law happened to be - by number of students and private lesson cost - the third most popular instructor currently employees by Hawk Eyes. An accomplishment for which he is overly competitive and a smug little brat to have earned so quickly mildly proud. But which also meant there was nothing stopping him from simply entering the boss's office and asking, "So, who is this superstar kendoist everyone has spent the last week gossiping about?"

Mihawk doesn't even look up from the paperwork he's finishing up. "Roronoa Zoro." With his eyes still down on his desk, he somehow seems to know the expression that crosses Law's face. "You wouldn't have heard of him."

Sure enough, digging around in his memory of an International Kendo League competitor under this name, left him coming up completely empty on matches, information, even passing references. Huh. Well, that is.... Unexpected. "Hmm," Law wanders in deeper to the office, sliding down into the chair across from Mihawk. He manages to throw himself into the most awkward position possible, half draped over the side, legs bent and yet hanging off the opposite arm of the chair while rolling his shoulders back, staring up at the ceiling as he considered this unsuspected and yet wholly underwhelming news. "What classes is he being given, then?" That would help Law figure out if this is Mihawk being pragmatic, bringing in some one who was competent yet mostly unknown purely as a result of the volume of business growing too large for the current instructors to handle or if instead this is one of his delusive strikes - entirely unseen and unbroadcast until suddenly he is right there and making deft work of his opponent - that he's hiding the true intent behind.

For such a serious-faced man, his boss has quite the sense of dramatic flair at times.

"He will take over the four Junior League Final Year classes from Shigure," Mihawk draws, only briefly glancing up to see what position Trafalagar had managed to twist himself into.

Law nods, agreeing that handing off the four most difficult of Tashigi's courses makes sense, although it's not as if he's being consulted on the matter. All the same, Law has at least some stakes in how business is going, and more than that he's a smart young man who keeps himself abridged of the general state of matters around him. Tashigi is the Club's youth kendo instructor, and while she may only be a 6th Dan Renshi, and hasn't yet progressed beyond tier 3 of the International Division (with a rank of 127, out of the 1000+ rankings. Apparently, before she left the Easterner Division she'd held a top 5 ranking which Law has to admit is damn impressive; he'd only ever held a rank of 8 in the Northern Division) she has proven to be quite popular with both parents and students, especially the younger swordsmen. She is easily the areas most popular Junior League instructor, somehow managing to hold down a total of 23 different classes ranging from the large general Club training sessions where it could be up to 20 students of various ages to the smaller "semi-private" affairs with just three to five kids. How she hasn't ended up slicing one of those over-involved, opinionated, (stupidly wealthy) is beyond Law. He knows Tashigi to be very focused, highly principled, and the kind of stubborn that is like nails down a chalkboard to Law. She is precisely the type that would take on far too many students and refuse to turn a single one of them away even after her schedule has been consumed by her job.

The four top classes are students who are entering one of the two final groupings for Junior League. The International Kendo League is divided into Divisions - Eastern, Western, Northern, Southern, Grand Line, and International or "All Blue" - which are then further divided into tiers with each of the local division having ten in all while the International has a total of eleven tiers starting at 10 and working down to 1 before jumping to Tier A, the All Stars tier, containing only the top 20 ranking actively competing members of the League. On the other hand, the Junior League uses a grouping system, placing junior competitors within a group dependent on age and skill level. For ages 14 to 18 you are placed in either the T Grouping or the L Grouping, with the L group containing those who will move onto the League once they turn 18 and pass Rank 45 of their local Division (this tends to be tied to age, though younger competitors can qualify if they hit Rank 14 or less early on. The ages differ by region; you must be at least 17 years old to enter the IKL in East and West Blue, whereas the South and Grand Line Divisions only require competitors to be 16. North Blue sought a special cultural exception from the League Committee to allow 15 year olds to qualify. While the League allowed this despite it allowing what the League considered "exceptionally young competitors to enter matches against fully trained adults", they required to Northern Division to raise the ranking requirement to 9 or less. And while in other Divisions, Junior competitors only need to hold this rank through 4 challenges (or matches), those in the Northern Junior Division have to keep their rank through 7 challenges, at least 4 of which must be wins.

So, it's clear why these last two groupings are so important to Junior competitors and why those classes, specifically, are going to be demanding of any instructor's time and attention. Law doesn't doubt Tashigi's dedication, but with the number of classes on her schedule, the students entering the T and L groupings probably aren't getting as much attention as they would like. It doesn't surprise him at all that these are being hoisted onto the newcomer.

"He will also start assisting Kyoshiro in his three First Year classes," Mihawk continued, now focused back on his paper (after the smallest hint of a smile having confirmed that, yes, indeed Trafalagar HAD managed not only to curl himself into quite the arrangement but did so in that oh so casually posed way the boy had about him). So he misses the momentary surprise that flashes over Law's features before he pulls it back.

It's just that first year Kendoist who come to a place like Hawk Eyes, this tends to be their *life*. There are waiting lists and drawings for the positions in Kyoshiro's First Year classes, which teach not just stance and techniques but also strategy, League Tradition, and Style development. Basically, everything a young competitor needs to ensure some level of success in the years ahead.

Which, Law assumes, is why this unknown swordsman will start out only as an assistant to Denjiro. Those students are between 17 and 19, and he can only imagine that they, along with their parents, might riot if they found out they had been tossed aside to some newcomer lacking Kyoshiro's reputation and knowledge. It could be that the new hire is simply meant to help Denjiro in organizing and setting up these classes which go well beyond the definition of mere training sessions. They are, as Law understands it, far closer to a university level lecture but one that is still half swordsmanship and practical exercises. An assistant could certainly help to lighten the load.

However, the club itself is less of a university and more like high school, at least in terms of the way that rumor and gossip ripple through them like waves after a seaking crashes through a ship. So without even having to ask, Law knows that Denjiro has been looking to free some of his time from the club. His husband has started a Dojo of his own, although it isn't sponsored by the Kendo League or IKL approved which is likely the only reason Denjiro has stayed in this job as they aren't directly in competition (how anyone found all this out is beyond Law; Denjiro isn't the type to discuss such personal topics, though he'd gladly spend the next 40 minutes telling you how bold and clever and wise his "Kin-san" is, as well as how hot the man is without his shirt on. Law has learned to avoid conversations with Denjiro). Fire Fox Dojo specializes in the Wano Form, teaching all sorts of exotic practice methods and ancient Wano secret techniques. Or so Law has heard some of the other staff say…. And apparently, with their wife splitting half of her time between here and Wano these days, Denjiro's husband could use the added support. Which leads Law to believe whoever this Roronoa is, Mihawk must see a Blues worth of potential in him. He wouldn't give Denjiro's First Year classes to anyone he didn't have respect for, and that he didn't believe could maintain the reputation Denjiro has built the club. Every single Kenshi who sits for the entirety of the class has moved up to at least 8th Tier by the end of their first year as full members of the IKL Grand Line Division. Handing those three classes off would also free up the largest portion of Denjiro's time, while still allowing him to teach the highest number of classes. It is a shrewd move on Mihawk's part.

Provided, of course, this guy can live up to his expectations.

"I will also be handing my three lowest level courses onto him," Mihawk informs Trafalagar of this one just as he finishes the last of the forms he'd needed to finalize in order to secure Roronoa a place directly in the All Blue Division with no need to waste his time working up through the Grand Line first. Such a task would only slow Roronoa's progress. He makes sure the forms are nearly stacked before him, arms resting serenely on the desk and focus squarely on Trafalgar as he makes this next proclamation.

Law jolts slightly, almost as if he's about to start and choke. Only there is nothing to choke on, just his tongue and the huge amount of shock he'd needed to suddenly swallow past.

Mihawk's three "lowest level" classes would be the upper limit to what most dojos or gyms could even offer. He is, after all, the current Tier A champion, holding the coveted Rank 1 title: Greatest Living Swordsman. The classes he teaches are both highly specialized and incredibly select. Each one is restricted to no more than ten students, and those who apply must first pass a multilayered audition.

"YOUR classes?" Law can't quite hold back the disbelief that leaps out of his voice. "Where is he from?" It must be some island like Wano or Pasofica, some place with their own form and a system that stands apart from the official League. That would explain why Law hasn't-

"East Blue. To be honest, I can't remember the name of the island itself. It was some small, provincial little town-island. A perfectly idyllic place to grow up, I'm certain, but not one worth anything of note." Mihawk cocks his head ever so slightly as he draws out his explanation, carefully watching Trafalagar and his reaction.

The EAST!? He's just some unknown guy from the East!? Law can feel the incredulity rising up in his chest yet again, and it causes him to twist and turn until he's sitting in his seat properly, which in itself strange enough. But behind all the restlessness, Law's mind is trying to fit the piece together. He's thinking about that faster than sound way Mihawk has of cutting down an opponent; no warning, no time to react, he just goes from nothing to winner in a lightening's bolt lifetime. Just because the attack happens in no time at all doesn't mean it isn't planned well in advance. Law has a feeling that Mihawk is lining up just such a strike, an aggressive move to keep the club at its winning rank.

Why on the mats Law always loves watching him take out opponents with such a burst of unexpected power, finding the whole performance, well, erotic as hell, honestly, it's a different matter when Mihawk is using it as a business tactic.

It makes Law want to do the impossible; he wants to read the move, to see it before it hits. Not to block it, he is sure Mihawk took all options into consideration and found this one the most appealing for a reason, but for the simple reason that he can. He is sure of it. There is more power behind this than is clear at the surface, there is a plan there. Law wants in, but he wants to find his own way there.

"Was there more, Trafalagar?" Mihawk asks with a raised eyebrow, clearly expecting a litany of righteous, indignant incredulity to come his way, as has been the case with nearly all others with whom he's shared this decision.

Law is just caught staring off into the distance for a heart beat longer until he catches himself and shakes out of it. "Mm? Yes." Law has all sorts of questions, but most of them will have to wait. So instead he leans forward, giving Mihawk a curious look. "Are you going to allow him to take over our private lessons as well."

Mihawk leans back in his chair, the smallest of smiles playing at his lips. Law knows him well enough to see it for the playful grin it is. "Bored of me already, are you, Trafalagar?"

"Bored? Of you old man? No, never." Law gives a cheeky roll of his eyes before rising up to his feet. He pauses before extending his arms up over his head to get a good stretch, a move that turns into something of a full body roll, but only after he's drawn himself taunt, unfurling upwards and then leaning back until he can actually start to feel some strain pulling at his muscles. Once he's content he'll feel this one at least a little, and also sure he's laid himself out as much as possible for a causal stretch, Law rolls his shoulders forward and comes off his toes back to his feet and lands with a soft bounce. "I've got class in 40 minutes." And plenty of poking around he would like to get done before that.

Apparently, something in Law's expression must give away as much, because he's only made it two steps towards the door before a heavy hand lands on his shoulder, putting just enough force to ensure Law comes to a complete stop.

He tilts his head all the way back, throat completely bared as he stares up at Mihawk's near upside side expression, the slight glint in his golden eyes. "Behave yourself, Trafalagar," his boss warns, voice a low, surprisingly soft rumble.

Law just shots him a cocky smile. "Now why would I do something boring like that?"

🧡

Law is very nearly late to class. He could have been perfectly on time, only it's harder than you'd think finding a yoga appropriate top that also covers most of your neck.

The atmosphere in the room is, much like the rest of the club, one of high excitement with the students too busy whispering about the famous, legendary Swordsman whom Dracule will surely have brought on to be the new kendo instructor. Law can only snort, trying not to smile knowing just how disappointed they will all be when they discover the guy is just some nobody Eastern. It's all part of that trick attack, hiding the actual strike behind a seeming stillness and nothing.

Law is so lost in his own thoughts regarding what role this mysterious stranger plays exactly in Mihawk's plan he almost doesn't notice him. Which is surprising, since you hardly see such bright, naturally green hair everyday. The boy is stretching out towards the back of the room, wearing a pair of loose black pants and a white tank top that makes up for any bagginess by being about three times too small. He's quite the cutie, actually. Lean frame, strong shoulders, that hair. But, oh, what a baby! He probably isn't even out of highschool!

(There are, of course, plenty of folks who would say that LAW was barely out of high school himself, though it had been 4 years now since he graduated, which in Law's mind was a world of time. More than enough to make him a fully grown adult, while green haired cutie was clearly but a child.)

Poor thing must have gotten lost, Law chuckles to himself, crossing the back of the class as quietly as possible. He actually isn't trying to embarrass the boy. "Hey there. Excuse me?" Law says softly with a tap on the boy's shoulder.

"I think your in the wrong class." Cutie turns around, and for more than a passing moment he just stares at Law. Like Law is acting strange or…. - fuck, those stupid bite marks don't show, do they? He tugs at the neck of this high collared shirt he found but, no, he's good - what is this kid's problem, honestly? Law decides to just ignore the weirdness and push through. "This is-"

"Intermediate Yoga, Level 2," the boy chokes out, fast enough that Law worries for a second he's swallowed his own tongue. He certainly goes red enough in the face that something has to be wrong. "With Trafalagar Law."

"Yes," Law says with a smile that might be *just* a tad condescending. "That's me."

"Oh, good," the boy breaths, as if he thought for a moment he really did just have the wrong room. "I mean, I knew that."

Only you clearly didn't, Law wants to say, but keeps the snide thought to himself. Instead he explains, "We have a Beginners class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and early afternoons Friday." Which is just about the polite way he can think to shoo this baby away.

"Hmm?" The boy looks honestly confused as to why Law would be sharing such useless information with him. It seems to take a moment to click. "Oh, no. I'm good."

Law raises an eyebrow. "If you're sure, Midori-ya."

"It's actually Zo-"

"Alright class." Law is already walking away, raising his voice to get the rest of the class to settle down and pay attention. Look, if the boy wants to wake up tomorrow sore all over and cursing Law's name, let him go for it. Law isn't going to waste his time trying to explain to the kid that while he's sure that whatever yoga his girlfriend showed him was super easy, and she probably called him a natural and oh, he's so good at this he should do yoga with her! That isn't anything like what they're going to do here. He isn't in the practice of teaching people sloppy, easy poses that make them feel better about themselves without any of the actual physical work out. "Today I want to get you all started on some more advanced poses. They're going to be a bit trickier than what we've done so far, but we'll start with a solid warm up, and if you've been keeping up with your stretches these should be a rewarding experience."

🧡

It turns out, Law's first impressions of the boy were off on multiple points. For starters, he had greatly misjudged just how flexible the boy is, which turns out to be "damn more than expected". Especially given that, while he's pretty lean in general with narrow hips and a compact build, he's also incredibly solid looking. The wider shoulders say that he could put on a good mass of muscle yet, and Law had been expecting plenty of core strength with little stretch, but, depths, the boy can bend.

Enough to draw those baggy pants right over his ass. Nowhere near as tight as his shirt, which is a shame, based on the few peaks Law did get. He may have walked by the boy once or twice or six times more than he had with other students.

"That's really good, Midori-ya, you just need to straighten out this hip area a bit more. You should feel the pull coming from your back, here, down to here, and into your hamstring, like this." No this isn't just an excuse to touch you, that would be horribly perverted and - wow, that ass really is as tight as it looks, isn't it Midori-ya? "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Y-yes, much better, Trafalagar-sensei."

Law has to take back the part about the boy only showing up because of some psedu-yoga with his girlfriend. He won't dismiss the entire theory out of hand, it just requires one minor correction.

He isn't the only one who noticed the cute new student. Several times during the lesson he looks up to see the girls on either side of the green haired boy having a go trying to get his attention, whisper-flirting when they can get away with it, one goes as far as to very nearly shove her breasts in his face. The boy only apologizes before moving back to give her more space. After that, the two don't make any serious attempts.

The class empties out slowly, with most students straggling behind to see if they can't ask the Sensei a question or two (or however many it takes to keep him there until the others have finally all given up and gone home and they have him to themselves). Still, Law is surprised when he looks up - after having finally dismissed a whole flock who all wanted to know if they were doing this pose absolutely right, Sensei? Plus the blond hottie that, well, Law had to give him points for the brazenness of coming right up and asking for his number, though his reason for why ("in case I have any questions about yoga") could use some workshopping - and sees the green haired boy is still standing around, examining at a map of the complex. He appears to actually be fairly engrossed in his study, too, as Law manages to approach without him giving so much as a sideways glance up from the unfolded pamphlet.

"You looked really good today."

The poor boy jolts back, clearly startled, but when he meets Law's eyes he looks less like the scared little lamb that Law expects and more like he is ready to fight to the death.

The mettle quickly fades, though, replaced just as speedily with a different kind of blood. This one leaves him with pink cheeks, so hot Law swears he can feel them from all one and a half feet away.

He feels this all but confirms it. He's definitely doing yoga at his boyfriend's suggestion.

"Oh, um, thanks?" The kid doesn't seem to know if this is a real compliment or not, and Law can definitely see the doubt in his eyes. It only makes Law's smile a little more genuine. He appreciates suspicion.

"I guess I'm just surprised," he goes on, as if he can explain away the compliment which, again, makes Law feel that much more comfortable with the kid. Direct compliments never seem truthful, anyway. "You're quite good, but I don't remember seeing you around before. Do you and your partner usually practice together?"

Hmm, well, that wasn't exactly subtle. The weird thing is, Law hadn't MEANT to be so blunt, asking after such personal details in such an open manner. He's never so straightforward, especially with students. Depths, when is the last time he even bothered to ASK about an individual's partner!? That's not even information he needs to know.

"What? No, no. No. I'm new. I mean, I just moved here, that's all."

Ah, yes, that could explain a lot. Maybe about that cute blush, too, and his lost look studying the map. He must be from one of the smaller nearby islands, or maybe his home is back in Paradise, this could be his first time in the Big Cities of the New World. "In which case, welcome to Punk Hazard, Midori-ya. Don't worry, you get used to it after the first few weeks," Law explains, nodding towards the unfurled map.

The boy makes a face, looking down at the map as though it has personally cursed his entire family tree. "Yeah, I'm sure I will."

"Oh," he adds, blinking as the grumpiness fades and he looks back up at Law. "You called me that again… Actually, my name is Ro-"

"Trafalagar-sensei!"

The two girls who had been making sure to arrive early enough that they always get to sit in front seem to have finally lost their patience waiting for the room to completely clear out. Whatever plan they've been hatching over the last few weeks is apparently ready to go NOW and not a moment later, and before Law knows it he's got both swarming up to them, eyes alight with whatever scheme they've got hidden up their sleeves.

Well, it's only right to let them have their chance with him now, isn't he?

"Zoa, Kere," he greets the two, who break down in giggles at the fact that he knows their name. Speaking of which, their blush and spontaneous joyous outburst gives him enough time to look back up, only to find that despite him having taken almost fifteen minutes to get out and check his map of the club's complex, the boy is all packed up and halfway out the door in less than a minute.

"Bye, Midori-ya!" Law calls out, waving a quick farewell to the boy, who trips over himself, apparently not having expected Law to wave him off.

He half turns around, giving him a small bow in return. "I'll see you tomorrow!" He shouts back, face bur jmg red again before he quickly hurries off.

Tomorrow? Law wonders, his attention returning to his two admirers. He will have to pick that boy up a proper class schedule.

🧡

The next day, the whole club is abuzz, and the crowd and chatter only increase the closer to the kendo hall you get.

Still, Mihawk looks surprised to see Law walking through the doors, or at least, surprised for Mihawk. He steps out from the doorway he'd been looming in - see? so dramatic. - and right into Law's path. As if there had been any change of Law walking right by him.

"Trafalagar," he greets, earning a polite but shallow bow and a return greeting. "I'm surprised to see you've lowered yourself to such an affair."

Law gives him a crooked grin before stepping around Mihawk, as if content to go along without him. "I'm only here to see their great disappointment you haven't brought them Shadow Lord Rayleigh."

"Hmm," Mihawk remarks, catching up to Law in mere seconds. "Of course, they could have simply asked and spared themselves."

It's true, Law supposes, but only technically. He can't imagine Mihawk would do that much to keep Roronoa's name a secret, but of course how many would dare to ask when he hadn't openly announced it in the first place? "It's almost as if they're intimidated by you."

"Really? How dull."

Law chuckles, using his next step to move in closer to Mihawk. Their arms brush, and Mihawk slides his gaze over to Law. It is…. Surprisingly intense, and full of…. Not heat, but warmth.

Law shifts his eyes directly ahead, tries to ignore it. "Let's go see this mysterious swordsmen of yours, shall we?"

Law decides it's best to take his cues from the excitable crowd, his own stride speeding up ever so slightly from his and Mihawk's slower pace.

There isn't any great height difference between them , and Law has the longer legs comparatively, Mihawk seems to swoop in, immediately falling in step right beside Law again. Which is fine.

Until his arm falls around Law's waist.

Law tenses, nearly freezing in place, only barely able to keep himself falling forward, forcing himself to keep walking. It's impossible to hide the way his whole body tightens at the sudden, public contact between the two of them, though. Mihawk gives his hip a gentle squeeze, a sign of comfort, Law supposes, only it does very little to comfort him. It really only serves to put Law FURTHER on edge.

"You are worried," Mihawk points out, voice low and soft and dark. Just the right timber to usually leave Law lying against his chest, eyes closed and near purring, utterly content to curl up next to him. "That people will see."

Now, Law is just left feeling.... Itchy. The need to move away, to get himself some room, is so strong he ends up shoving his hands into his back pockets. Just to keep them still.

This isn't like Mihawk at all, to be so... Public. Law can't help but feel something is wrong. Or, if not wrong, he still doesn't like it. This sudden overreach of established boundaries. They were never like this, not where anyone could see. "You're not on the clock, are you?" Mihawk asks, and then - this is fucking madness - the he KISSESS the top of Law's head! As if that is something they do! As if this is something they are.

What is he thinking!?

"Dracule-sensei...." Law very purposefully pulls out his title, eyes slowly scanning the room as if he expects people to have their e-mushi's out, snapping photos of this natural disaster in progress. "Do you really think this is the right."

"Law." And this time, Law really does freeze up, though luckily they're close enough to the kendo theater that most of the crowd has stopped trouting forward and has instead started loitering about, waiting.

Mihawk NEVER uses his first name, not even in bed. Why-What is he doing, exactly? And why wouldn't he warn Law about this part of the plan? When he turns to glare up at Mihawk, pissed that he's being used in all this, the man stares back with nothing but tenderness. No plotting, no analyzing, just soft emotions, and all of them for Law.

What is going on? Why is he doing this? Law doesn't understand what is happening. Why is he trying to ruin this amazing thing between them?

"We're in public," Law whispers, as if maybe Mihawk simply hadn't recognized the large crowd around them. "People are going to see, they're going to know..."

"Good," Mihawk whispers back, voice dropping that octave lower, into that range that usually makes Law want to melt, but now he just wants to run. The arm around his waist makes that difficult, though, even more so when Mihawk brings Law in closer, until he's almost pressed up against him.

He's SURE from the whispering that a good number of people have more than noticed now. And yet Mihawk just reaches down, taking Law's chin in hand. He knows that look, that darkness in his eyes, that gentleness that overtakes his expression - fuck, he's going to try and kiss him. Law needs to shove him away, he needs to run, scream and cause a scene. Just get out of there. Now.

The murmuring picks up across the crowd, and like a miracle, Mihawk's more serious, work appropriate face reappears. He lets go of Law, though holds his chin long enough to kiss him on the nose before entirely letting go. "I best go show Roronoa to the door, or he will never find his way."

Law slouches down, body relaxing as pure relief floods his system. Clearly, whatever madness had momentarily overtaken him, Mihawk has returned to his senses. The proof is in how bad that excuse is, and yet he takes it to give them both some much needed room from one another.

"Yes, please. I'm as curious as everyone to meet the boy," Law says, encouraging Mihawk to go, give them both some room. He isn't sure what almost happened there, but the relief he feels that it DIDN'T is strong enough he feels nearly giddy with it's effects.

#warning: too much world building ahead #like #more information on this imaginary Kendo League than anyone needed #why did I include all that? #arg I hate myself for including it #but it's there now #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #law x zoro #dracule mihawk #MiZo #mihawk x law #so all my usual swordsmen pairings #there was some Mihawk x Zoro but it didnt quite make it in but trust me #Mihawk is lusting after the boy #of course he is have you seen him!? #Yoga Law #Because he's so bendy during Sabaody! #Kendo Zoro #Because Zoro what are you kidding me why do you even have questions about this? #OBVIOUSLY Kendo Zoro #modern Au #but modern in the sense I just modernized the one piece world #so they still have different blues #they use e-mushis like cell phones #that kind of modern #one piece au

[fallensnowfan]

Looked at 1081 again and yeah, that this is my favorite part of the chapter.

Sometimes all it takes is a single second of hesitation to change the course of a battle/fight. Which also ties into Kuzan’s wavering loyalty to the organization he once believed in so strongly. Wavering loyalty is an idea that we’ve been shown different angles of though Stussy, Sentomaru, and York this arc.

After Usopp’s words to her in 1036, I imagine similar feelings of loyalties shifting were going through Kiku’s mind. It’s not that Kiku failed, keep in mind she’s the youngest of the Akazaya and not the leader of the group. It’s that Wano failed her by making her feel she had to be the “ideal” samurai/something she’s not, which also works really with the fact that she is trans. Whenever we next see her, I wouldn’t be surprised if Miss Lingering Snow has left the bushido mindset behind entirely.

If it’s this arc, her appearing would line up perfectly with 1081 showing Blackbeard’s main crew being completed. 1079 was named for Shanks and he got to show off, 1081 was named for Blackbeard’s crew and felt very impactful, and 1056/1058 could be seen as the chapters showing the completion of Buggy’s crew. He’s in the middle of the poster, so that means he is the leader, naturally.

1060 was kind of that for the Straw Hats, though it didn’t really have the same punch as the other three Emperor’s chapters do, and it makes the most sense to save the main cast getting their chapter of finalizing their group for last.

In addition to potentially setting up a cool Kyoshiro=Denjiro type of reveal, Kiku being a late arrival could also have been done to parallel her not being with the group who changed into the gendered Beast Pirate/Vegapunk outfits, though she could totally rock either, and means that Oda doesn’t have to have found creative ways to hide her missing arm for the entire set up period for this arc.

#one piece #post-wano arc #chapter 1081

[one-piecee]

#ONEPIECE1050

I wasn't able to write a review/rant last week so I'm very... very very late.

Chapter 1050 title is: Honor

The cover shows Ichiji and Reiju coming to help Niji and Yonji, which explains who set the books on fire last chapter!! No sight of Judge...

But anyways,,, the chapter starts off exactly where it ended (Kaido is falling down after Luffy's punch) and it seems like he's getting buried underground exactly where Big Mom fell...

Now, for a while now, we've all been saying that Big Mom's story isn't over... we all think she's going to be relevant in Elbaf (but it's not confirmed) so if that's true... maybe she escaped through the cracks on her path? Kaido's path down is straight down but Big Mom's has multiple cracks out...

Then we cut to Luffy falling from the sky after passing out, and Yamato (beautiful gorgeous Yamato) catching him (Look at how pretty Yamato looks:

)

And then come the waterfalls...

Toko and Tengu are talking about Yasuie and Toko is saying how some people said that Yasuie knew he was going to die because "he's very important" and Tengu says

Yasuie-dono gave his life in order to give this country one last chance. If he did not, the embers of hope we were entrusted with would have been snuffed out in an instant. He sacrificed himself for the future... He hoped that one day you would be able to live happily.

Upon hearing this, Toko decides to change her message on the lantern...

For a samurai, there is no greater honor:

...AND THIS PANEL. Is just so beautiful. Wow. It's so pretty, Toko looks so happy and so beautiful, I love this whole page.

CAT VIPER ANNOUNCES THE VICTORY AND IT'S OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER AFTER FOUR LONG YEARS OF WANO IT'S OVEEEEER LUFFY FINALLY BEAT KAIDO (or so we think, let's just... hope)

AND NAMI STRIKES HER "LUFFY WON" VICTORY POSE

WITH HER BEAUTIFUL SMILE LOOK AT HER I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Zoro is STILL unconscious... god help all of us zoro stans because this had been a hard few chapters....

and then... Momo starts talking to Zunesha... the whole point of this fight, of this war, is to defeat Kaido so they could fulfill Oden's dream of opening the borders of wano but suddenly...

Why can't they open the border just yet? So many questions,,,,

AND THEN THE UNDERGROUND LAVA THAT KAIDO IS IN RIGHT NOW LITERALLY BLOWS UP

AND LET ME JUST BE CLEAR THAT YEAH MANY PEOPLE WANTED AN AWAKENING FROM KAIDO, OR THEY WANTED MORE, AND I UNDERSTAND IT AND I WOULDN'T BE MAD IF HE DOES GET ONE BUT IF THIS IS THE WAY KAIDO IS DOWN?? NOT MAD AT ALL, HE LITERALLY DIED IN LAVA THE SAME WAY ODEN WAS BOILED TO DEATH. PERFECT PARALLEL.

AND THEN MOMONOSUKE GOES DOWN TO THE FLOWER CAPITAL TO ANNOUNCE THE END OF THE WAR AND EVERYONE GOES WITH HIM

HIYORI, DENJIRO, RAIZO, EVERYONE ALL OF THE SCABBARDS TO ANNOUNCE THE END OF KAIDO AND OROCHI'S WRATH AND IT'S TIME IT IS FINALLY TIME

TO ANNOUNCE THE SHOGUN OF WANO

KOZUKI MOMONOSUKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LET¨S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOMOOOOOOO

AND LET ME BE CLEAR. YES. I UNDERSTAND YOU WANT KAIDO TO GET UP. YES SOME PEOPLE DIDNT LIKE THE PUNCH YES YES YES BUT OH MY GOD IMAGINE GOING TO ALL OF THESE PEOPLE WHO HAVE, FOR TWENTY LONG YEARS, HAD TO LIVE WITH SUFFERING AND PAIN AND STARVATION AND POVERTY UNDER THE WRATH OF KAIDO AND OROCHI... TO TELL THEM THAT I'S FINALLY OVER. THAT THEIR PAIN AND THEIR SUFFERING IS FINALLY OVER, ONLY FOR KAIDO TO COME BACK??? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT???? TO TORMENT THESE POOR CITIZENS MORE THAN THEY ALREADY ARE TORMENTED????

anyways... no break but we already know this because enxt chapter comes out in.... less than 12 hours. see you then.

#one piece #op #luffy #opspoilers #spoilers #zoro #wano arc #manga #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #chopper #momonosuke #momo #shogun #wano kingdom #kaido #big mom #end of fight #hiyori #raizo #tengu #otoko #yasuie #yonko saga #punch #manga spoilers #chapter 1050 #ch.1050 #one piece 1050

[lale-txt]

♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) thigh riding w/ Denjiro, Kin'emon & afab!reader

a/n: requested by @theluckychemist (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i was SO happy that you requested the two as pair, hehe. thank you for that and for always being so sweet, your comments often make my heart all fuzzy. hope you enjoy this little fic!

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used to describe genitals), thigh riding, dirty talk, cum play (no pregnancy or breeding implied), anal play, masturbation, hints at breath play at the very end but no throats are squeezed, also a little size kink

word count: 696

“Sweet little thing… So good for us, right, Kin?” 

Two fingers lift your chin up, forcing you to look Kin’emon in the eyes. You could get lost in them so easily, their darkness with tiny speckles of gold pulling you in. His kimono is slipping off his shoulder, exposing his broad chest and as your gaze wanders down you see him fisiting his throbbing cock, a sight that makes your cunt flutter even more.

Meanwhile Denjiro’s fingers dig into your flesh and leave crescent-shaped marks all over, smirking as he watches you grind up and down on his thick thigh, spreading your juices everywhere. You knew he was up for no good when he sat down in that chair and patted his thigh, demanding you to take a seat with your legs spread wide, facing him. But who were you to resist a temptation, especially when it comes in a pair? 

You’ve been eyeing the two men for months, charmed by their broad silhouettes and how they towered over you, their big hands brushing your arm when you walked past each other in the hallway. The stolen glances across the room didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did your panties which you left in the baths with the pure intention that one of them will find and use them wisely. At night you muffled your needy moans with a pillow as you fantasized about taking them both fully, your own fingers leaving you only more hungry and craving.

Your palms rest against Denjiro’s exposed chest, feeling like marble underneath you. Every time your hands wander down, greedy to touch him too, craving to wrap your hands around that thick erect cock of his, he stops you with a little tsk tsk, amused by the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you rock yourself further into your high, slowly losing your composure.

“Are you gonna cum for us, love? Show us that pretty face of yours when you do?”, Denjiro whispers in your ear while Kin’emon walks around you, pushing your kimono up to your hips, exposing the lower half of your body fully. You can’t see his face but you hear his heavy breaths as he watches you grind up and down on his friend’s thigh in a broken rhythm. Denjiro spreads your cheeks for Kin’emon so he can get a better view while you cling onto him, fingers tangled in his long blue hair, panting against his chest as you feel the waves coming. 

“Fuck… fuck, this ass of yours, I–”

A few heartbeats later you feel something warm drizzling down the small of your back, followed by a low grunt and muttered curses under his breath, and you know Kin’emon just came all over you. Denjiro chuckles softly at the sight and lets his hands wander, until two fingers find your puckered hole and spread the thick load all around it, making you mewl.

“Think you can take us both?”

His low voice in your ear is enough to push you over the edge and you come undone, sobbing out loud from the intensity of your orgasm that leaves your whole body trembling. Broken moans fall out of your mouth, getting muffled when Denjiro leans down to kiss you while your hips still rock back and forth on his thigh frantically, going feral under his touch. Your whole body feels on fire, like a fever dream.

“Yes… yes…”, you whine and look over your shoulder to Kin’emon who stands there with flushed cheeks, his cock in his fist almost hard again. “I’ll be good, I promise, I can take you both… just fuck me already, please…”

A big hand wraps around your neck without squeezing it, but the touch alone is enough to shoot warm shivers down your spine. Hungry lips seek yours again and now your hands are free to roam down that toned torso of his, palming Denjiro’s throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his kimono. His deep growls make your cunt flutter, and when Kin’emon leans down from behind you and starts kissing down your neck you let out the prettiest little whimpers, feeling drunk on their touches… 

#denjiro #kinemon #denjiro x reader #kinemon x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece smut #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #2K3D event #purethoughts.exe has stopped working

[incorrect-akazaya]

Hiyori: I never “ugly cry”. My crying is beautiful, magnificent, flawless from years of dedicated practice. You should be so lucky to even see it. I’m crying right now just imagining your awe.

Denjiro,in the background with thumbs up: You’re doing amazing sweetie.

#one piece #kozuki hiyori #denjiro #akazaya nine #nine red scabbards

[genjitsutouhi-dot-com]

In a remote location about an hour by train from Osaka Minami, there is a restaurant called Jounetsu Udon Araki Denjiro, which draws long queues every day, and which won the Michelin Bib Gourmand in 2017 and was recently ranked first in the ranking of popular udon restaurants in Nara Prefecture in July 2022. If you know that such a restaurant exists, as an udon lover, you have to go there once, don’t you?

So, one weekend, I took a train from Kintetsu Osaka Abeno Station to Kashihara, aiming to get there before opening time. When I got off at the nearest station, Ukiko, I was surprised to find that the place was more tranquil than I had imagined…

Continue reading... >> Araki Denjiro

#foodie #japan #restaurant

[basedkikuenjoyer]

SAMURAI BASEBALL! Now hopefully I don't have to tell you about the time a bunch of ragtag ronin beat back a team of hostile Americans at their own national pastime. A strong national athletics team is crucial to maintaining any kind of closed borders. I've been watching too much baseball lately (go Dodgers!) and it was fun to do this with basketball. I do still think the samurai are going to be a #1 seed basketball team, but the art of baseball is naturally a crucial skill for any proper retainer! There's also the right number of them...

Naturally, this means someone needs to put the Nine Red Bats together...seriously, please use the Akazaya if we ever do another sports filler/special.

Kin'emon and his golden retriever boyfriend ass is the classic All-Wano boy at first base. Second batter. Without fail, once per game he will make an amazing catch that was only possible because of a lucky blunder. Crumpled up on the field in strange contortions but he caught it with his foot or something. But shave those sideburns!

Denjiro is a pitcher and that's the only time you'll ever hear someone say that about him. Skillful & patient.

Kiku sits at second base getting right up to the line of heckling the batter as much as she can. First batter, not socking a lot of home runs but will get a hit. Sure can steal a base or figure out the catcher's signals if she gets a double. An absolute menace...but does throw like a girl.

Izo's at shortstop because this is a gang of good-natured assholes. Relief pitcher if Kanjuro decides not to be a higher magnitude of asshole. Fastball like a gunshot on top of maybe being a lefty.

Sad thing is Kanjuro would be a top batter due to his familiarity with blunt weapons. Very precise.

Raizo bats late but he's an all-star at centerfield. Man can leap high enough or use ninjutsu to stop a home run. Not a bad pitcher either.

Ashura's the mighty 4th batter and home run king. Outfield.

Inu Holds down 3rd base and gets into entertaining arguments with...

Neko the catcher because he will pounce on a dropped ball. Too easily distracted to be in the batting order.

Kawamatsu looks for grasshoppers in the outfield but he's such a good boy it's okay. I also have trouble imagining him holding a bat. Like, legitimately. Can you swing one with a backhand grip? I'm also now legit interested how webbed fingers could affect pitching. We're going to say he's charmingly bad at this but doing his best.

(Oden is a designated hitter, Otsuru manages them, Shinobu & Hyogoro are backup pitchers, Speed the pinch runner, and Toki gets drunk in the stands heckling the other team.)

#akazaya nine #akazaya headcanons #samurai champloo #one piece #got a lot of extra names in this one

[myonepiece]

I saw that you made an order where the pair discover that their s / o has hummingbird wings or angel wings, with Zoro, Mihwak and Kyoshiro. please.

S/O has hummingbird wings

W/ Zoro, Mihawk, and Kyoshiro/Denjiro

-He couldn't care less about what you look like, honestly, unless you're a sword or possibly Mihawk

-He'll give a quick look over, observing all of the different colors and the way they look when hit with the light

-When you're laying together or just sitting near each other he'll just trail his fingers lightly over your wings, he does the same when he's going to nap because it's kind of like counting sheep or one of those things you do to sleep

-Besides that there's really nothing else

-He finds it quite fascinating, hummingbirds have always been interesting and entertaining to him

-He likes they way your wings have the same traits as the actual birds, the way they move so rapidly and look like a blur of colors

-He likes all of the different colors and the way your wings have a sort of metallic look

-He likes how they're sensitive, when he lightly pokes the area where they connect to your back you shudder and your wings flutter a bit, he finds it amusing

-He gets excited around his S/O, he can get pretty giddy and energetic

-So he pesters you a lot, poking your wings (carefully because he doesn't want to hurt you), blowing on them, grabbing them (again carefully) and moving them himself like they do when you fly

-I am very confident that he'll ask you to take him flying, at first he just jumped onto you but you couldn't hold his 10' ass especially when you weren't ready so you ended up holding him under his arms and he dangled there while you flew with him

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece #zoro x reader #zoro imagine #zoro headcanons #zoro #mihawk x reader #mihawk headcanons #mihawk #mihawk imagine #kyoshiro x reader #kyoshiro imagine #kyoshiro headcanons #kyoshiro #denjiro x reader #denjiro headcanons #denjiro imagine #denjiro

[bas-writes]

Hey, queen Basi!! I absolutely LOVE the idea of a chubby reader-specific box opening. Thank you for always being so inclusive :-) Could I possibly get X Drake and Denjiro (separate) with a chubby s/o (tummy, thighs, and ass) who WANTS to wear lingerie for her man but ends up hella insecure everytime she tries some on? Some soft nsfw with body worship, if at all possible. Thank you and you’re the best! If my ask is too similar to something else/something you can’t work with, please let me know! All the hugs for you 💕

We might talk almost everyday but I STILL get a stupid, wide grin whenever I see you in my askbox, Coop 😳 I hope you'll enjoy some chubby love with those big boys 💖

Chubby S/O Is Insecure While Wearing Lingerie

Characters: Denjiro, Drake Reader: female (cis) CW: hurt/comfort, chubby Reader, vague mention of insecurity regarding body image, explicit n.sfw content, oral sex (Reader receiving), praise kink, pet names, cum on body

Denjiro

The lingerie is a gift from him. He had no idea where you heard about this exotic thing and it cost him a lot of time and connections to get it finally tailored for you, but he almost bounces like an excited kid when he hands you a little bag with your dream set made mostly of lace and frills. The sight of pleasant surprise on your face is more than enough for him—but let’s be honest, this man is dying to finally see you in it.

You’re very, very grateful and overwhelmed with joy, but the more you look at Denjiro’s excited face, the more shy you become. You can tell this lingerie was made for you only to wear, its quality and how comfortable it is surprises you. But still, when you see yourself in the mirror, when you judge your body from all angles, you just feel more and more self-conscious.

And you hate the thought you might disappoint him.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” He frowns in concern, gnawing on the end of his kiseru.

You show yourself wrapped in a gown, careful for not a single part of your chubbiness to slip through. It’s not the first time he sees you shy and insecure, no wonder he shakes his head and approaches you, quick to peel your hands and additional clothes away.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. Let me see you. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

The sight leaves him breathless. He thought he was ready to see you in this set. He wasn’t ready at all.

His expression, lips parted, eyes gleaming in adoration, already makes you feel a little better. It’s just impossible to feel insecure, when Denjiro devours you with eyes, hands resting on your love handles, pulling you close, so close you can feel the growing proof of excitement.

“You look so damn sexy. Like a love goddess.”

He doesn’t give you time to answer, already scooping you in arms and carrying you to his futon. Denjiro tries to be gentle with you, but you can feel impatient trembling, a heated rush in his moves as he places you in a perfect position and spreads your legs open. Oh his way to your pussy, he nibbles on your plump thighs, licking and sucking your skin, murmuring compliments and praises.

“Babe, you drive me crazy with those legs and ass.”

He feasts on your cunt as if he wasn’t eating for a whole week, taking breaks only to spill more praises or show more love to your thighs or tummy. If you try to cover yourself, he grabs your hands and kisses them, leaving trails of your juices that stained his lips. If you squirm, he holds your hips in place; what a perfect opportunity to feel your softness even better.

“You’re so sexy that only fear I could ruin your beauty stops me from fucking you silly.”

Drake

Lingerie and Drake don’t mix well. This poor man feels already weak, if a stronger blow lifts your skirt and he can see a glimpse of your calves. He has problems watching you, especially in public, because the way your curves jiggle whenever you move faster simply drives him crazy. And his tight leather pants are definitely too tight for those kinds of views right in front of him. (Would it stop him from trying to snatch a quick look at your booty? Nope. Sometimes you have to call for the rest of the crew to carry this manchild back on the ship.)

Because of that you can’t surprise him with the set you got for yourself. Drake needs time and mental preparation to not die on you once he sees lacey panties, corset or stockings. You dose him the experience, introduce him to your idea step by step, with the patience of an angel. Sadly, the more used he gets, the more the anticipation grows. And the more your own fears grow.

When the promised day comes, you almost bolt from the bedroom, your insecurity overpowering the promise of good time with your partner. Luckily, Drake knows you as well as you know him; he awaits right by the door and pulls you inside as soon as you start withdrawing. With a hold on your wrist and his gaze studying you, you don’t feel the need to escape.

But anxiety still boils in you.

Drake is not a man of many words. His jaw drops as he tries to speak, eyes nervously moving along your body, focusing especially on your hips. “Child-bearing”, as he sometimes calls them in jokes.

You can see how his hidden, feral nature fights with the need of providing you comfort. Eventually, he meets both needs half-way, throwing himself on the bed first, but pulling you on top of his. Grasp on your hips tightens, his nails almost literally sinking in your skin.

“Ride me, pretty girl, otherwise I might wreck you. You’re so sexy it drives me insane.”

He guides you to take his cock, his hands moving from your hips to thighs or ass and back, grasping your plump flesh desperately, to not finish too fast. Contrary to rather harsh moves, praises he showers you in are soft and almost endearing. His face is all red; the way his cock disappears in your wet pussy, the way your whole body jiggles on top of him, the way you moan his name…

He pulls out to end on your tummy, nearly ruining your precious lingerie.

“Sorry…” He mumbles into your ear, stealing sweaty kisses from your neck. “Didn’t mean to… You were just so sexy… Sorry.”

How could you be angry at him, after how sweet he was with you?

#denjiro x reader #denjiro x you #denjiro x y/n #denjiro imagine #x drake x reader #x drake x you #x drake x y/n #x drake imagine #op drake x reader #op drake x you #op drake x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #bas writes #denjiro #x drake #sinful #female reader