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JUNE 2, 2026, 6:32AM: if you’re the girl dressed like a hot dog that just knocked me on my ass on the side of the road, please know that i am in love with you.
TO SUMMARIZE - miya osamu meets the love of his life on his way to work for about two minutes total, and then spends five weeks trying to find her.
PLEASE BE AWARE that this story contains written parts, longing, alcohol, swearing, lewd jokes, and everyone is out of character. warnings may change as the story progresses
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and if I recycle the ideas I had from my previous blogs? then what?
specifically the matsukawa married in Vegas smau, my Law tinder smau, and uhhhh idk I don't remember many others
I was thinking of writing for jjk too, but upon returning to Tumblr I've found out that the jjk fanfic community became toxic as fuck, what with the mean girl wannabees using morality as a way to bully people and feel better about themselves
who's your friend? (｡· ヮ ·｡)
ch. 1 - i'm just a girl
Y/N and Law run into each other—literally—and think nothing of it. they don't expect to keep running into each other, and end up navigating the trials of undergrad, friends, and love together.
tags: fem!reader, social media!au, modern!au, university!au, nerd!law, slow burn, mutual pining, crude language, bestfriend!zoro, eventual zosan, established namivivi, cliche tropes incoming, miscommunication, fluff, happy ending
i do NOT own any of the photos used in this series.
photos sourced from pinterest and google, unless otherwise stated.
» everyone's all moved in!
» zoro is everyone's big brother, but that doesn't stop them from bullying him all the time
» law is a nerd who sleeps early for the first day of school
who's your friend? (｡· ヮ ·｡)
(trafalgar law x reader) SMAU masterlist
Y/N and Law run into each other—literally—and think nothing of it. they don't expect to keep running into each other, and end up navigating the trials of undergrad, friends, and love together.
status: complete!
tags: fem!reader, social media!au, modern!au, university!au, nerd!law, slow burn, mutual pining, crude language, bestfriend!zoro, eventual zosan, established namivivi, cliche tropes incoming, miscommunication, fluff, happy ending
i do NOT own any of the photos used in this series.
photos sourced from pinterest and google, unless otherwise stated.
masterlist °.⊹📖.˖✧
🫀 indicates written part!
» ch. 0.5 - student roster
ch. 1 - i'm just a girl
ch. 2 - sweet treat
ch. 3 - mort dying in a glue trap
» ch. 3.5 - motorcycle man
ch. 4 - loser roommate
ch. 5 - keg stands and darts 🫀
ch. 6 - prospects
ch. 7 - act natural!
ch. 8 - be my wingman
ch. 9 - get your man
ch. 10 - not sulking 🫀
ch. 11 - is it actually working?
ch. 12 - not so secret crush
» ch. 12.5 - cute
ch. 13 - freakin weekend 🫀
ch. 14 - campus crush
ch. 15 - 7/11 🫀
» ch. 15.5 - tall and brooding
ch. 16 - tattooed glory (outtake 🫀)
ch. 17 - don't joke about that
ch. 18 - the void
ch. 19 - bravest girl ever
ch. 20 - be normal 🫀
ch. 21 - congratulate meee
ch. 22 - very veryyy good
ch. 23 - chritmas
ch. 24 - romantic?
ch. 25 - post-hangout clarity
ch. 26 - wheel with u
ch. 27 - holy shit 🫀
ch. 28 - dub in the chat
ch. 29 - i won
ch. 30 - epilogue
I'll probably make a side blog for writing so it feels less like an obligation. I found that having my main blog be the writing one makes me feel a little guilty about posting and reblogging stuff and not writing
Hello!! So glad u opened ur request again so here I go can you do a strawhats x reader (platonic) where the reader is a former slave and she has scars and a branding but she doesn’t tell any of the strawhats and maybe one day she like stretch’s or smth like that and her shirt rides up causing like zoro or robin to see a bit of the branding and then she gets hurt on her back like a knife cuts the back of her shirt causing everyone to see her branding ive been craving angst so I hope you feed my cravings Thxs 😋
The Things We Don’t Say
strawhat crew x fem!reader (platonic)
words count: 2.5k
tags: former slave!reader, found family, platonic bonds, hurt/comfort, secret backstory
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The sun is hot today. The deck of the Sunny shines so much it almost hurts your eyes. You carry a bucket of soapy water, pretending everything is normal.
Luffy sits on the rail, kicking his legs “Y/N! Come eat lunch with us!”
“I’ll come in a minute!” you say with a small smile.
You don't plan to go. Your side still stings from the last island’s fight. You can feel the bruise, dark and heavy under your shirt. You don’t want anyone to see. You don’t want questions.
He squints at you like he doesn’t believe a word. Then he shrugs and walks away, but you notice he keeps looking back.
You kneel down and scrub the deck. When you reach forward, pain shoots through your ribs. You bite your lip to stay quiet.
Of course, Chopper notices.
He stands near you, tiny hooves clicking softly “Y/N… are you okay?”
His voice is small and worried.
You force a smile “Yeah. Just cleaning.”
Chopper steps closer “Mmm… can I check you? Just a little? You look like you've been in pain since the last fight.” His nose twitches “I can even smell something is wrong.”
Your heart jumps. You don’t want him to see your scars. The number burned into your skin. You don’t want anyone to know that you were… No. You push the thought away.
“I’m fine, Chopper,” you say “really.”
He tilts his head “But—”
“I said I’m fine.” You stand quickly. Too quickly. The world spins for a second, and you feel Chopper’s tiny hands grab your leg for balance.
His eyes go wide “You are hurt!”
“Chopper, don’t.” Your voice comes out sharper than you want.
He freezes, ears low “…Okay. I won’t touch you. But I’m your doctor, Y/N. I want to help.”
Guilt hits you “I know. I just… I don’t like being checked.”
He looks even more worried now, but he nods “I won’t force you. But if you need me… please call me.”
Before you can answer, Nami walks over with her hands on her hips.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asks.
“Nothing!” you and Chopper say at the same time.
Nami raises one eyebrow “Really?”
You laugh a little too loudly “Really.”
Nami stares at you for a moment. You avoid her eyes. She sighs “Well, lunch is ready. Come if you want.” Then she walks off, but you hear her mutter, “Something’s not right…”
When they all leave, you put the bucket down and breathe out slowly.
You pull your shirt up just enough to peek at the bruise. They look dark and ugly. Close to the old scars. You feel sick.
You whisper to yourself, “No one can see. No one can know.”
Because if they know… if they see the number burned into your skin… they will see your past. The chains. The place you escaped from.
You can’t let that happen.
The Sunny rocks gently under your feet, but you feel unsteady anyway.
You don’t notice Sanji coming from behind you, a plate in his hand “Y/N, my dear—wait, why are you…?”
You jump so hard you almost fall.
Sanji catches the bucket before it tips over. His eyes narrow “You’re shaking.”
“I’m… just tired,” you say.
He stares at you, serious for once “If someone hurts you, you tell me.”
“No one hurt me.” you say fast, a bit too defensive.
He opens his mouth to ask more questions—
“SANJI! FOOD!” Luffy shouts from the kitchen.
Sanji groans and points at you “We’re not done talking.”
But you know you will find a way to avoid him too. Because as much as you care about them…
Some secrets feel too heavy to share.
Days pass quietly.
You heal slowly, without Chopper’s help. Well… kind of without his help.
You remember sneaking into his office at night and the medicine bottle sits right on the desk in the open, with a small cup next to it.
As if he left it for you.
You frown even now, thinking about it.
“Did he… know?” you whisper to yourself.
You shake the thought away. You don’t want to think about it.
Today you train with Zoro on the deck. He swings his sword easily, like breathing. You try to copy some moves he showed you before.
“Put your feet wider,” he says “You’ll fall if you don’t.”
You follow his advice and grunt “Like this?”
“Better.” he nods “Now again.”
You move. Twist. Step. But your side pulls sharply, like something inside stretches too far. You wince.
“Oi.” Zoro says, stopping “You okay?”
“Yeah, just—” You lift your arm for the next move and your shirt rides up.
Only for a second… but it’s enough.
Zoro’s eye lock onto your side. The dark scar. The number branded into your skin.
Your whole body goes cold.
You drop the practice sword. You cover your side with both hands. You back away so fast you almost trip.
Zoro’s eye widen “Hey!”
You shake your head, panic rushing through your chest “I—I didn’t… It’s nothing! Forget it! Don’t say anything! please don’t…”
Zoro lifts one eyebrow at first, like he wants to ask so many questions. You see the words forming in his mind.
But then… he sees your face. Your shaking hands.
His expression changes.
Slow.
Calm.
He closes his mouth and looks away “I didn’t see anything.”
You stare at him, breath unsteady “…Zoro…”
Before you can say more, tiny hooves hit the deck.
“Y/N!! Are you hurt?” Chopper runs toward you, eyes wide.
Your heart jumps. If he checks you… If he sees…
But before Chopper even reaches you, Zoro steps in front of him like a wall.
“She’s not hurt.” Zoro says simply.
Chopper stops “But I heard her wince!”
“She’s fine.” Zoro repeats, firm. Then he glances behind him at you, just once. A silent message: Go.
You nod fast and run past them both.
“Y/N?!” Chopper calls.
But Zoro blocks him again “She said she’s fine. Leave it.”
Chopper looks frustrated “Zoro! I’m her doctor! I—”
“She’ll come to you when she needs and wants.” Zoro says “Don’t push her.”
Chopper huffs, unsure.
You don’t stay to hear more. You bolt down the hallway and lock yourself inside your room.
Only when the door closes do you exhale. Your back slides down the wood until you're sitting on the floor.
Your hands still shake.
Your breathing is too fast.
“He saw…” you whisper.
You look down at your side. The branding. The number. The memory.
Zoro didn’t ask. He didn’t stare. He actually protected you.
You close your eyes.
For the first time today, your chest feels less heavy.
But the secret is still there and you have no idea how long you can keep it.
More days pass quietly.
Zoro never says a word about that day on the deck.
Not a single word.
He just… watches. Quietly. Always a few steps behind when you move, or lingering near when you train. You know he saw your scars and the branding, but he doesn’t push. He says nothing. And somehow… that helps.
Then one day, during a fight on the next island, an opponent lands a hard kick to your side. You grunt and stumble back, biting your lip. Pain spikes, sharp and ugly.
You swallow it down, trying not to make a sound.
But Zoro sees. Of course he sees.
He watches as you grit your teeth, clutching your side. And he waits, because he knows you won’t go to Chopper for this.
Later that night, the Sunny rocks gently under the stars. You lie in your room, trying to soothe the ache, but it throbbs relentlessly.
A soft knock.
“Y/N,” Zoro’s voice murmurs “Can I come in?”
You hesitate, but the pain wins over pride “Yeah…”
He enters quietly, holding a small bundle of bandages and a bottle of medicine.
“I train and fight a lot,” he says, voice low “I know how to deal with injuries like these…”
You nod silently. He kneels beside you, inspecting the side you try to keep hidden.
“Let me” he says. And you allow it.
His hands are careful, precise. He cleans the bruise and wraps it with practiced ease. You watch him in silence, the room quiet except for the gentle rustle of cloth.
Finally, he sits back on his heels “All done.”
You breathe a shaky sigh “Thank… thank you…”
For a long moment, you just stare at him. Then, quietly, you say “Thank you for not asking questions…”
He hums, adjusting the bandage “You will tell us when and if you feel ready to say it.”
Tears prick your eyes. You nod slowly, your voice small but steady “Thank you.”
A soft smile spreads across your face, and for the first time in a long while, your chest feels a little lighter.
You know your secret is safe.
The fight starts normally.
Luffy is laughing. Usopp is screaming. Zoro is annoyed. Everything feels like a usual battle… loud, messy, chaotic.
You fight your part, staying close to Robin. But then one of the enemies steps in fast and swings his blade. You jump back but not fast enough.
The blade slices across your shirt, ripping it open on the side.
Your branding shows.
A flash of burned numbers. A past you never wanted seen.
Your whole body freezes.
“No, no, no…” you whisper, your hands flying to cover your skin. Your breath speeds up. Your vision blurs. The sound of fighting fades into a ringing in your ears.
You crumble to your knees.
The enemy sees your panic and smirks. He raises his weapon to strike you while you’re down.
“Cien Fleur!” Robin calls.
Arms bloom from the ground and grab the enemy, holding him in place.
Zoro appears an instant later, sword drawn, eyes blazing. He knocks the enemy out with one clean strike.
The battle ends, but you don’t even notice.
You sit curled on the ground, hand pressed tight over your side. You can’t breathe right. Your eyes burn.
You hear footsteps. Everyone gathers around, voices soft, confused, worried.
Luffy: “Y/N?”
Sanji: “Who hurt you?! I’ll kill—”
Usopp: “Guys, give her space!”
Everything feels far away.
Then gentle hooves walk closer.
Chopper kneels beside you, voice soft like a whisper “Y/N… are you hurt?”
He reaches out and touches your arm and you jump, hard, like he burned you.
“Ah! S-sorry!” Chopper squeaks, pulling back fast “I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”
Your breathing stutters. You wipe your eyes “…Thank you, Chopper. I’m— I’m not hurt.”
Your voice cracks. Everyone looks worried. Everyone is silent.
Zoro steps forward, clearly wanting to help, and tries to take the attention off you. He clears his throat loudly “Uh—so. Fight’s over. We should, uh… check supplies or something.”
But it doesn’t work. Not even a little.
Your hand is still covering your side tightly. Your tears still fall. Your body still shakes.
Then Nami moves.
She walks slowly, kneels in front of you, and places both hands on your shoulders… not grabbing, just resting, warm and steady.
“Y/N,” she says softly “Look at me.”
You lift your head with difficulty.
Her eyes are gentle, but full of something deep. Understanding. Pain. Recognition.
“I know what a mark like that means.” she whispers.
Your breath catches.
Nami touches her own shoulder, where her tattoo is.
“I also had something burned into my life.” she says “Something I hated. Something that wasn’t my fault.”
Your lips tremble. She squeezes your shoulders gently.
“It’s okay if you can’t talk about it,” she continues “But you don’t have to hide from us.”
Your tears fall harder, this time not from fear, but from the weight lifting.
You shake your head “I—I didn’t want anyone to see. I didn’t want you to think I was… weak. Or dirty. Or—”
Nami cuts you off with a soft, strong voice “You are none of those things.”
Robin moves behind her, her voice calm “We are your crew, Y/N. Your family.”
You press your hand harder over your side, shaking. But for the first time… you aren’t scared, because you’re not alone anymore.
Then they all walk you back in your room. No one touches you unless you let them. No one asks questions.
Zoro walks behind you the whole time, making sure no one gets too close. Robin and Nami stay beside you, silent but warm. Chopper keeps glancing up at you, checking your breathing.
You sit on your bed, still shaking a little. Robin closes the door softly behind everyone.
There is silence. A heavy one. But not scary.
Luffy sits cross-legged on the floor, watching you with big, honest eyes. You know he senses something important.
Nami sits at your side. Zoro stands by the wall with his arms crossed, pretending he’s not listening. Chopper sits right in front of you, waiting for any sign you’ll let him help.
You hold your hands together. You breathe in and… out.
And finally say, “I can tell you a little.”
The room stays absolutely still.
You touch your side gently, over the brand. Your voice shakes. But you keep going.
“I was… taken. A long time ago. Before I met you all. I don’t know exactly how long.” The words taste bitter, but speaking them feels like removing a weight from your chest. A small one, but a weight.
Nami puts a hand on your back, slow and gentle.
You look at your fingers. Not at their faces.
“I was… put in a cage,” you whisper “A metal one. And there were numbers. So the buyers could check. So they could… pick which one they wanted.”
Chopper’s eyes fill with tears at the word buyers.
Robin and Zoro’s faces darken with quiet anger. Nami squeezes your back. Sanji’s jaw tightens hard.
You swallow.
“I was a… Slave for Auction.” Saying it out loud makes your stomach twist.
Luffy’s face changes. Not angry. Something deeper. Like a fire without flames.
You whisper, “Someone bought me. Someone cruel. I don’t want to say more. Not now. I escaped later. I ran for days. I hid for months. And then… then I found you.”
Your voice breaks “I think that’s all I can say right now.”
Chopper wipes his eyes “You don’t have to say anything else. Ever. If you don’t want to.”
Robin nods “Thank you for trusting us with even this much.”
Nami touches your cheek gently “You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With us.”
Zoro finally steps closer, just one step, enough for you to see him.
“We’re your crew,” he mutters “No one is ever putting you in a cage again. Not while we’re breathing.”
“No one will ever hurt you again. We’re family.” Sanji adds in his unusual serious tone but always with a comforting smile.
Luffy stands up slowly and says with that strange, quiet tone he rarely uses “You’re my nakama. That means you’re free now.”
Your tears fall before you can stop them. You hide your face in your hands, crying hard, but this time the tears feel different. Safe.
Then you whisper, “Thank you… all of you.”
And for the first time since the day you escaped…
You don’t feel alone. You feel loved. You feel like part of a beautiful, comforting family.
oh sweet bimbo, there's only so many times you can mess up before your bosses have to lay down the law—and there are no objections in their court room.
warnings: nepobaby!reader, smut, bdsm, punishment
an: repost. original got deleted for some reason. cleaned up a bit.
Your first internship is at a law firm.
Not just any law firm, one of the most prestigious law firms in all of Japan:
Higuruma Nanami & Associates.
You were lucky to get this job.
Very lucky in fact.
So lucky because frankly, you weren't qualified for the job at all.
Your light pink pumps only graced the pristine Italian marble floors of the firm because you were the daughter of one of their biggest corporate clients.
You shouldn't have even been here.
The only expectations given to you surrounding your education and career was to go to a respectable college, earn a degree in a softball Humanities major like English or Liberal Studies, find a husband, get married—and never lift a finger for a day of actual work in your life.
But no, not you.
You were a stubborn girl who wanted to prove her daddy wrong.
You weren't just a ditzy trust-fund crybaby you were perfectly capable of doing whatever you set your mind to!
And what you set your mind to be when you stormed into your daddy's office to tell him after your 3 years long skip-years of traveling the world to "find" yourself is that you wanted to be a lawyer.
So he did what any nepo-parent does and got you a job at the law firm his company had on retainer for millions of dollars.
Yet no amount of money could prepare you for the situation you are in now.
You were beginning to second guess your decision entirely as you sat after hours in your bosses' office spread open, tights ripped through with Nanami Kento's fat cock fully sheathed inside of your soaked cunt.
His partner Higuruma Hiromi grills you as prosecution, judge and jury.
You had fucked up big this time.
Well honestly, you had been fucking up since you started at the firm.
You didn't know the legal term for anything.
You had misfiled classified information in public folders on the firm's server and had caused a near riot when you accidentally ordered decaf instead of regular beans for the firms espresso machine.
The final straw was when you had sashayed into your second week of work in the newest fresh-off-the-runway baby pink Chanel tweed suit that had be tailored to your exact measurements... all with the exception of the skirt which rode up to ass cheeks when you bent over even slightly.
The distraction had been too much for Nanami, who had pulled two consecutive all nighters for a huge case he'd been working tirelessly on.
Fully rested you would have been a great temptation regardless, but given the circumstances he could not stop watching you—fixated on your curvaceous form as you fluttered around his office to incorrectly catalog recent case files.
This resulted in him discovering that on days you wore tights you did not deem it necessary to wear panties.
You gave poor overworked Nanami a full view of your puffy pussy lips peeking out so perfectly between your thick thighs and sheer tights as you bent over to shuffle through the bottom file cabinet mere feet away from his face.
Your distraction caused Nanami to miss click, sending the wrong case files to the court clerk and almost causing the firm to get their injunction dismissed—
—that is, if it wasn't for Higuruma's quick thinking and inner court connections saving the day. He had to call in favors he'd been saving for a while.
Consequently, Higuruma was livid.
That was the final straw for you.
You had to be punished.
And so you were.
"Nanami, s-sir, please," you sniffed as moisture gathered in your long lashes.
You bat them slowly, appealing for leniency as you look up at him as best you could with your arms tied in thick black leather cuffs behind you. The twisting causes you to arch further and sink even lower onto his cock.
Nanami groans softly seeing your sugary peach glossed lips stuck out in an angelic little pout, that makes his balls tighten even more, he could cum from this alone.
God, Nanami knew he wasn't nearly as strong as Higuruma. Not with him being this overworked and you sitting on him so pretty like this begging him.
Your cunt's gooey walls tightened and convulsed deliciously from the thick stretch of Nanami's girth and his fingers dug into your hips to steady both you and himself.
Nanami wanted nothing more than to bend you over his desk and fuck some legal knowledge as well as some respect for the court system into you but he knew his partner Higuruma was a stickler for justice.
Higuruma wouldn't allow for you to cum until he felt like your punishment for distracting his partner had been served sufficiently.
"Don't look to me sweet girl."
Nanami cooed in your ear, a strong hand grasping your jaw and turning you back to Higuruma.
Higuruma wears a stern mask of discipline on his features as he produces a black braided leather flogger from a secret drawer in his desk.
The thought of the heavy leather raining down on your soft skin causes your pussy to gush harder as you squirmed on Nanami in anticipation of the sting.
"You will have to appeal to the judge."
Nanami hissed a low warning of legal advice to you as Higuruma approached you with an intense look that told you he planned to correct their errant intern's ways for good...
Even if it took all night.
there will be a sequel once i get around to finishing the xmas series one of the stories is a continuation—'naughty girls get coal, bratty girls get pole!'~comment or reblog the mlist to be tagged.
sometimes pre-ts zoro is just so very Nineteen that it makes me emotional. he's reckless. he's vulnerable. he's never worried about wrecking his body because he's young and strong and he can bounce back. (or maybe it's that he's kind of suicidal.) he's lonely. he laughs at stupid things. he acts older than his friends who are barely younger than him. he completely overestimates his skill level. his guiding philosophy is "fuck it we ball." his sleep schedule is just whatever happens. he has not been held in a long time. he can barely contain the love he feels. he is so so awkward about showing it. he's sure of what he wants. he thinks he's much closer to it than he is. he really really needs a damn hug.
A lot of ppl are reblogging this saying they miss the pre timeskip characterization and he doesn't feel like him anymore he's not silly anymore etc. and what they're noticing is true but I'm not sure it's a writing flaw like everyone seems to think. I think actually Zoro's post timeskip behavior is a very realistic trauma response.
For one bright, shining moment in Zoro's life he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by family and love and laughter. And then he couldn't protect them. Even after wrecking his body in every possible way it wasn't enough. He lost them. Luffy, the man to whom he swore he'd never lose again, nearly died and Zoro wasn't there to help, because he did lose. Helplessly, brutally.
Then he spent the next two years doing nothing but fight and train and wonder if his friends were okay, aware even when he returned that he's still not the strongest fighter out there. That he still might fail and lose them all again if he's not careful. He had basically no social development at all during that time with only Mihawk and Perona to keep him company, both of whom are awkward loners themselves, really. All he had to occupy his mind with was grief, shame, and determination to be stronger.
So yeah he acts tough and stoic and he doesn't laugh as much anymore or goof off in the middle of fights because now he knows the cost. He knows what could be taken from him at any time. He is not going to let his guard down. If keeping his family safe and together means he doesn't get to feel as carefree anymore, he'll choose that in an instant. He will always choose the option where he takes on a burden and carries it as well as he can so that no one else has to.
In short, he's terrified. This is how Zoro acts when he's afraid and refusing to show it. And I don't think his characterization will stay this way forever. I think sooner or later he's going to break.
Summary:
Who better to help you explore your firsts and get to know your body than your best friend/captain/doctor?
Tags:
friends to lovers, best friends, awkwardness, fluff, SMUT (MDNI!), first time, virginity loss, oral, fingering, mutual masturbation
It’s basically my way of (hopefully) learning how to write smut, because I’m a grown-ass woman and wanted to challenge myself to see if I can actually pull it off.
A few things first:
MDNI! — seriously, there’s no reason for minors to read this kind of content.
You’re responsible for what you read!
Also, there’s absolutely no rush to “check things off the list,” like the reader wants to here. There’s nothing wrong with you if you’re an adult who hasn’t had sex or even your first kiss yet. Or if you don’t want those things at all. I promise. ❤️
part I (I am also leaving it as a fluffy separate one-shot)
