#(<- My Inner Sanji speaking)

[moongothic]

I'm laughing unreasonably hard at these two panels

[fiapple]

...the "nothing happened" scene has caused my brain to latch on to zoro with a vice grip. send help.

[citrinae]

alarm clock.

sanji x reader

contents; in which you’re having the sloppiest, laziest morning sex with sanji. fluffy smut, piv, creampie, afab!reader, mdni. thought this as a blurb of like 200 to 300 words but then things degenerated & now it’s 1.2k. oops i guess?

masterlist

Silence; the room taking from dark blue to beige.

You rarely wake up in Sanji’s arms—close to never, you dare to say. So when he allows himself the luxury to slack off, you try to make the most of the little amount of time you catch together. This is what is happening now; trying to blink off the sleep from your eyes, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Then you become aware of Sanji's hand cupping your breasts through your pyjamas. Absently he fiddles with one of your nipples, his breathing a heavy staccato against your nape as his lips trail down to reach your neck. You let out a satisfied hum into the covers. He chuckles in response, a light, dreamy sound that makes you shiver. 

“I dreamt about you, mon coeur,” he tells you, all melted sugar as his lashes ghost over your ear. 

It's reflexively that you press your back against his chest, embracing the warmth. Your lips part as he adds more pressure to your hardened bud. Still dazed from your sleep, you keep your eyes closed.

“Seems like it was a good dream,” you say.

“Mhm,” his fingertips roll off your chest and further down your stomach. He sounds distracted, but he buzzes with heat, like he’s trying to relive the events passing through him just moments ago in his sleep. It does not take long until you start feeling him under your shirt. 

“What was I doing there?” you wonder. 

Leaking through his boxers, Sanji's erection is evident as you find yourself moving against him. “You were just so,” hoarse, kissing across your jawline. “Beautiful, my dear. Like you always are.” A moment later, approaching the hem of your pants, he adds, “We had the ship to ourselves, and…” 

Your thighs shift in anticipation. “And?”

“You let me touch you,” he says. “From behind, like this,” his fingers touch across your inner thigh and further down your slit, one by one, squelching sounds climbing from the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so wet. A little needy for me already, are we?”

Truth is, you are, wet and needy, like you’ve never been this early in the day. His other hand continues to toy with your breast and now you’re practically grinding yourself against him, focusing on Sanji's throbbing cock into the thin fabric of your pyjamas. 

Speaking becomes a little challenging with Sanji’s fingers making diligent circles on your clit. “Just hoping we did more than just touching, mh—in your dream.”

“Oh,” his digits push themselves into a drowsy rhythm, paying special attention to the spots that make your toes curl. “Yeah, there was more.”

The air grows dense with body heat and your sheets are damp. For a minute you allow each other to just lose yourselves to the comfortable press of your skins, touching through your clothes and filling the room with your moans. You feel smooth in Sanji's arms, lit quicksilver, punched out as his fingertips grace your slit with their sugar devotion. 

Noticing the desperation with which your hips cling to his crotch, Sanji takes the opportunity to push himself into you, grazing his cock against your pants.

“You want it in, don’t you?” he murmurs, and it’s low, magnetic, barely containing the lust that settled at the bottom of his throat. 

Delirious. It makes you delirious. 

“I do,” you say, breathless. “I want you so bad.”

“Well you should have it,” Sanji buries his face into your hair as he tugs at the hem of your pants, pulling them off in a fluid motion. His cock springs free from his boxers, too, not wasting much time before brushing himself at your entrance. “I'm all yours, always.”

Despite the growing need he can read in your breathing, Sanji is a man who likes to start slowly, coating his cock in your slick and kissing across your shoulder to reward you for your patience. When he goes in, it’s with a sigh that leaves you in a hypnotic fog. Deeper he drags himself into you, and you whine at the fullness, your thighs damp with traces of your desire for Sanji and his cock and the way he makes you feel like you’re the only ones breathing across these seas. You accommodate fast, almost like you were made for him. 

“Goodness, you’re tight,” his lips vibrate on your skin. Moments later he starts up a pace, lethargic and messy as he pulls himself in and out of you, not that either of you seem to care. “Does it feel good, my love?”

“’s so good, Sanji,” rolling your hips against him. “Please don’t stop.”

So he doesn’t, thrusting deeper but not the less slow, mouthing heated praises into your ear. With just as much devotion he touches your breasts and stomach and butt, making sure you know he loves you down to every curve. In return you allow yourself the liberty of letting out the sounds that you know he adores just so. A shoulder slips from the covers, soon followed by an ankle, let sunlight spill in through the window and mix itself with the affection emanated by Sanji's body. This time he pushes himself a little harder than the context requires, skins pressed back together with a slapping sound, and the bed creaks as he does. 

“You always take me so well,” he heaves it with so much solemnity, so much love. “So good and sweet it’s driving me crazy.”

You clutch the sheets in your hands, feeling closer and closer to your high with each deep thrust he makes into you. Quivering from the friction, your folds are wrapped tightly around his cock, and Sanji growls wetly into your nape from the electric sensation coming from being milked by your heat. 

“Keep up, keep up,” comes out more desperate than you intended. “So close, god.”

Sanji picks up the pace here, buckling his hips with just the perfect amount of strength and using his hand to push two digits round your clit.

“Come for me,” he urges you, sweetly. “Cream around this cock you love so much, my dearest.”

And you come; heavily, loudly, letting yourself go to the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tempest. You can tell this has Sanji moaning, too, but it’s muffled, distanced from the orgasm he continues to fuck you through. Your head still buzzes as you ride off your peak, and that’s when you notice how close Sanji is from his own, breath trembling, overwhelmed. 

“Fuck,” is all he can manage. “Ngh, when you look like that I—” Something snaps within him. Soon there’s warmth spilling into you, dripping off your thighs and onto the sheets. His face collapses at your shoulder blades. You stay like that for a minute, his arms still wrapped around you in a closest embrace. Then he flips you over, and it’s the first time you meet his eyes today—droopy and dull like he just got pulled from a dream. 

A smile tugs at his lips. He is soon to scoop you up and clean after the mess he’s made of you. Doing something to these sheets, all wrinkled and drenched in arousal, would be a good idea as well. But before all that, there’s one thing he has to make sure of. 

“So what do you want for breakfast, butterfly?”

[fanaticsnail]

Please, I'll be good

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: after rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Themes: unrequited love, semi-sub!love-interest x semi-dom!reader, gn!reader, kissing, confessions of love, he sits on your lap, he is incredibly needy, he just wants to kiss you, fully clothed, sfw, literally just kissing, you call him "sweetheart," brief mention of 'reader' having a friends-with-benefits relationship with another character.

Notes: I couldn't get this kiss out of my head, and I needed to write it down. It was written with Sabo in mind, but I could seriously see any of these wonderful men in his position. I love writing kisses 🖤. Big thank you to @sordidmusings for her suggestions with the inner monologue 😩👌

Tag list: @lostfirefly @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @carrotsunshine @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry

He saved you. Again.

Whether it was standing beside him in combat, rescuing you from unwanted attention at a tavern, ensuring you were well fed and hydrated during the day, taking care of all the supplies you needed upon your next adventure - he was always there by your side: your associate, confidant and friend.

In this set of unique circumstances, he managed to do more for you than simply tear you from combat. He saved you. Truly, saved you.

A finishing shot was aimed at you, and your body froze in place. With your eyes wide, he snatched you from your stance and whisked you from your place in the heat of battle.

After checking you for injuries, he cupped your cheek and uttered with all sincerity: “You're safe. I've got you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” was all you managed to whisper in your shock, a name you had bestowed to him, half in jest, that simply stuck. He was a sweetheart, and you had no choice but to refer to him as such.

The relationship between the two of you was strong, as close as close friends could be. You shared your deepest secrets with him, and he shared his thoughts with you. You adored him, everything about him just sang to your soul.

At one stage early on in your comradery, you could've seen yourself diving into something deeper with him. But as you both opened yourself up more in your friendship, you chose to halt it in place. “Flirty friends,” is how you'd refer to it, “Just flirty friends.”

Casually lounging on the plush sofa beside him, you notice he's a little more on edge than usual. He's sitting up straight, rigid and firm beside you as his eyes fix on a point on the wooden panel behind the unwoken transponder.

Attempting to put him at ease, you sit up a little and rest your head on his shoulder and bring your hand up to encase his within yours.

“Thank you again, Sweetheart,” your words whisper as you trace gentle circles into the back of his hand with your thumb, “You're always so good to me.”

His body seemed to tense up more, the softest hitch in his breath alerting you of his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning away from his shoulder to glance into his face. His eyes remain fixed on the point, his teeth clenched behind his closed lips.

In one final attempt to put him more at ease, you lean up and gently touch your lips to his right cheek. A soft gasp along with the turn of his cheek inwards had you pull away from him to check in one more.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong-?” You attempt to ask, he immediately speaks over the top of your concerned tone with an unsure and elevated tone. He avoided your gaze with his eyes, but kept his face turned towards you.

"-Look, I know you've got someone. M-Maybe even a couple of someone's. I know I'm not what you want-...” He utters quickly, his words tumbling over his lips faster than he can hold them back, “...-I just want you to know that you're what I want. You're the only one I want. If you could be that for me, for just a little while, I'll be so good to you. Please.”

You're left stunned. You’d often play into your friendship a little with some light banter and flirting, simply to see how far he'll play along. Flustering him, watching him hide his smile by downturning his face, was one of your favorite things to behold. Whether you were working, or relaxing in your home for the night with a few of the others - he was often flustered with your words and body language.

He quickly turned his head more and angled his chin down, seeking out your lips with his own. He hovered just before making contact, dancing with the borders of friendship and giving in to his craving for something more.

“I suppose you do need something beyond a simple kiss on the cheek this time,” you smiled at him, cradling his cheek beneath your right hand and drawing him closer, “You've been so unbelievably good to me, afterall.”

Smiling broadly, you lean forward to press your lips gently against his in a chaste kiss. He deeply and sharply inhaled through his nose, a subtle whimper rising from within his mouth. This small peck ended as soon as it began, his body chasing yours upon your retreat. He wordlessly called with his body to you, beckoning you into another kiss.

You give him just a touch more than the kiss prior: a real kiss that is deep, long and loving. A kiss that leaves him begging for more and more. Any time he thinks you may end it, any time that you start to slow down or lighten the pressure, he’s grasping to have you impossibly closer and begging you not to break your lips from his.

In his mind, he is crying for you, screaming for this moment to never cease. “Just give me a little more, anything. I'm sorry I'm not what you want but could you please keep doing it? Please, please? As a reward?”

“I was good!” He continued his inner monologue, hungrily claiming your lips against his own, “I can keep being good for you.”

You could feel his desperation from each kiss he placed upon your lips, hungrily seeking more and more each time he broke one kiss to lead into another.

“I’ll be so good,” he whispered into your skin, his breath tickling against your lips as your eyes widened in response, “Please. I'll be good. So, so good.”

“Sweetheart- mmmfph!” you whispered his name as he consumed your words with his mouth hurridly, his eyes flinching as he drew his body closer.

“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, his knees crawling up onto the cushioned base of the sofa as he prowled towards you. You responded by inching away from him and bringing your hands down to cup behind his thighs.

Urging him towards you with your hands, you press your back against the frame of the back-rest of the sofa, and usher him to straddle your lap. His hands flew up to your cheeks, his long fingertips finding the hair behind your ears and lacing them within it.

He hastily pressed his lips into yours, turning his head and moaning against your mouth. Prying open your lips with his, he hurriedly sought your tongue out with his own: savoring every moment you were granting him your undivided romantic attention.

Raking your hands over his thighs, you drew them up to his hips: fingers dancing along the hemline of his shirt. He winced away, a huffed laugh in reaction to your gentle touch, a laugh that caught within his mouth as you tickled his skin.

He reached his hands down over your own, breaking your contact away from his stomach and placed them on the back rest beside your head. He interlaced his fingers with your own, deepening the kiss as you took every moment of affection he was pressing into you.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered once more, attempting to break away your lips from his to no avail.

“Please,” he whimpered against your lips, “Please, let me keep kissing you,” he sobbed, kissing the corner of your lips and uttering, “I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, darting down to his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. Your lips parted as you began articulating your thoughts, halting only as he drew his fingers to your lips and pressed against them softly.

“Please.”

[innerfare]

Paradise

Summary: a collection of short drabbles about reveling in nature with them. Includes collecting seashells, making snow angels, picking flowers, climbing trees, cloud watching, stargazing, and more. Names in bold are those I originally built these around, but I decided to expand it to include other characters I could imagine in these scenarios.

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Robin, Nami, Usopp

Genre: fluff

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Climbing out of bed before dawn because neither of you can sleep, having a cup of coffee, and walking hand in hand down the beach, stopping to bend down and pick up rare seashells to add to the collection on the bookshelf in your bedroom, not talking much at all but simply admiring your shared bounty in the pale dawn light as the sun creeps over the horizon.   

(Robin, Law, Beckman) 

——— 

Waking up to fresh powder blanketing the ground and jumping out of bed, barely getting your boots and one of his coats on before you’re outside, romping through the snow. Falling into a snow bank with your arms out, giggling as you make a snow angel, grinning even wider when he surprises you by laying down beside you and doing the same, letting his inner child show through for a brief moment. 

(Zoro, Law, Kid, Mihawk) 

——— 

Wandering through a flower field and picking some of the more beautiful blooms that catch your eye, sprawling out on a picnic blanket in the late morning to bask in the sweet scent, enjoying the breeze as it ruffles your hair, weaving some of the flowers you picked into a delicate crown that they wear proudly while the two of you share sweet kisses. 

(Sanji, Nami, Sabo, Corazon) 

——— 

Meandering through the woods in search of the tallest, most impressive tree, him giving you a boost up to the first branch to get you started before climbing up himself, staying behind you the entire time so he can catch you in case you fall. Finally piercing the canopy and poking your heads up above the forest, his hand on your leg to keep you steady, the two of you grinning as birds fly by, basking in the afternoon sun. 

(Luffy, Ace, Sabo) 

——— 

Escaping the chaos of life and climbing a desolate hill, sharing a late afternoon snack as you stare up at the clouds and point out different shapes, saying, “that’s you,” when you see a funny one. Arguing over which one of you gets to be the dragon cloud, your argument turning into roughhousing and the two of you accidentally rolling down the hill, him laughing and kissing your cheek when he knows you’re okay and then starting the argument again. 

(Luffy, Sabo, Usopp, Kid, Shanks)  

——— 

Waiting until late evening to meet beneath a peach tree, speaking at first in hushed tones, worrying someone is on to the two of you, eventually forgetting about all of that and settling into easy conversation about nothing and everything simultaneously, him jumping up to pick a peach for you to have as an evening snack, you taking advantage of the last bit of light to carve both of your initials into the tree trunk. 

(Sanji, Sabo, Beckman, Mihawk) 

——— 

Sitting out on the deck of the ship long after everyone else has fallen asleep, climbing into their lap once the two of you are alone, both of you staring up at the sky and picking out constellations in the night sky. The conversation eventually shifting from actual constellations to the ones you two invent on the spot, with wild fables to go along with them. 

(Ace, Usopp, Robin) 

——— 

Tossing and turning in bed, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, sneaking out as soon as it does and meeting them at the spring just inland. Stripping out of your clothes and diving into the warm water with him, splashing each other and floating on your backs, losing track of time and hurrying back to the ship when the moon dips below the horizon. 

(Zoro, Robin, Nami, Shanks)

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[misslovasstuff]

Prompt: “Wanna go on an adventure?”

You say whilst wearing a sexy dress that’d leave any man drooling.

paired with: Sanji, Zoro and Ace.

warning: contains nsfw, minors are asked not to interact.

author’s note: the opening line for Ace is the smoothest thing I’ve ever written till now. If you guys want me to continue any of this, let me know.

Sanji:

“Goodness, - he eyes you up and down. - oh my oh my oh my…!”

The cook’s mouth drops as he covers it with his hand in complete disbelief.

“You’re such a merciless woman! - Sanji approaches slowly, caressing your arm with the back of his hand just to feel you and understand that what’s happening right now is certainly not a dream. - Don’t you know what you do to me when you wear clothes like these~

He grabs your bra strap on your shoulder and pulls it, hitting your skin, all whilst never shifting his gaze away from your eyes which were too shy to look back. A small moan escapes your mouth as you look at your man in a new light, since he’s never done this before.

“Sanji… - you call him breathily, as there is a passion in his eyes you recognised very well. - you’re being so…ahh…”

His hand caresses your back and stops low. You can’t tell what he’s doing until your dress begins to losen up.

He reveals the bow tie he had just removed, putting it in between your faces as he whispers: “you’ve wrapped yourself like a present for me, my lady. “

His left hand pulls you by the waist while the other brushes off some strands of hair out of your face, thus making your eyes meet: you realise how beautifully intense his gaze on you, as if he was looking at a dream come true.

His charms were too much to handle, making you gulp hard as you glance at his lips, so much so that Sanji might have heard it. His instincts are insane, he knows what you’re feeling and why every single time.

“I did put this on for you.” - Sanji averts his eyes for a moment, staring at your body with a smirk after your reply. The dress was revealing but still managed to leave space for imagination to fill. And, anybody who knows men, especially the ones like Sanji, know that this is all they want to get that fire going.

He grabs your chin gently and kisses your cheek. You surely know because of Sanji about those kisses where the impact of his lips is like a signature on your skin and you just feel it as if he was kissing your soul, you absorb it with every fiber of your being.

“Right, you wanted to go on an adventure? - he smirks before kissing your face again and again in such an agonising small pace, letting you wanting more, so much more.. - You might take me on one, under one condition.”

You raise an eyebrow and grin:

“Oh really, you’re putting conditions now, huh?” - you say, playing with his hair as your arms rest on his shoulders. - What is it that my prince wants?”

“Well, adventures are dangerous so, - Sanji begins to kiss you on the lips soflty, as he speaks in between, - might have to keep you very close to me. - his lips move down your neck, fingers brushing off skin before he kisses and sucks there. Slight moans are already being heard from you. - not to mention all the excitement…

You’re completely pulled in by him. Not only physically, but your entire being deviates towards his body, like a moth to a burning flame.

“I’ll take… responsibility for it all…” - your breath begins to shorten as you drown your face in the nape of his neck, taking in his fragrance like it was a life-saving drug.

“You’re gonna take care of me, huh? Alright then, the most important thing is, - suddenly he goes down in one knee, grabbing your leg and placing your foot to rest on his thigh while he caresses the inner part of yours. - you gotta let me undress you bit by bit, on my own, throughly.”

You smirk, raising your dress just a bit higher to reveal more to his bare eye. That’s see how long it’s gonna take until this dress finds itself on the floor.

“Deal. All yours.”

Zoro:

“Oh, look at that. Someone’s been feeding her imagination lately.” - Zoro is sat on a chair, looking like he had just finished a glass of booze.

“Only mine?” - you close the door behind you, staying firm in front of him.

Zoro’s eyes adventure in your body before he spins his index finger as to signal you to turn around 360 degrees for him.

So you do.

If only there was a way do describe the way his eyes stared you down, as if he was consuming you only with his gaze. After taking a last sip out of his glass, he puts it away, licking his lips.

“Come here.” - he demands by patting his lap for you to sit.

You compose yourself on his thigh, the rest of your legs resting on his other whilst your long and tender arms wrap themselves around his neck.

Zoro scans your face with a smirk that hides so many nasty thoughts which only occurred when he was with you like this.

“Tell me about that adventure you were talking about.” - he claims with a low and deep voice, brushing your chin with his thumb.

Perhaps it was the booze or perhaps it was you who had gotten the swordsman a bit tipsy.

Zoro pushes your hair away from your shoulders, planting gentle but rooted kisses there.

“Tell you or show you? - you reply back, running your fingers through his hair and then brushing off the back of his neck.

“I’m a visual learner.”

With the cue, you caress his lower lip, leaning in and then facing away, teasing him.

A smirk from you doesn’t go unnoticed by your man, which he mirrors and shakes his head to.

“You know, it doesn’t make sense for you to play hard to get after coming to me dressed like this.” - he claims, biting his lip as his eyes glance at your body.

Zoro raises an eyebrow, at your next remark.

“Sorry, i keep getting distracted.”

You like the expression on his face. There’s frustration but love, eagerness but also resistance. Normally you wouldn’t continue teasing him like this but you know he likes it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you focused for some time.”

It’s not long till he grabs your cheeks with one hand while the other caresses your thigh and pushes you closer so your lips meet passionately. His tongue dominates yours and he kisses like he was sucking the soul out of your body. The taste of alcohol on his mouth, his heavy breathing and those subtle but harsh touches were making you go insane.

His hand travels down to your upper part of the dress, lowering it with one pull thus revealing your bare chest. He gazes upon it before grabbing it with a hand, squeezing those boobs together before devouring them in his mouth.

Seeing you dressed like this, although not admitting it, must have turned him on like crazy. Your moans only add to his excitement as you push your head back, breathily calling his name.

“Zoro…- you clench your hand to his shirt, keeping yourself balanced.

“Ima bout to take you to the best adventure you’ve had in your life.”

This said, his hands take a strong grip on your waist, grabbing it good before picking you up and making you sit on the table, parting your legs and looking intensely at your eyes.

Zoro pulls you in by grabbing your legs, touching his forehead with yours as he whispers:

“Damnit, you’re so sexy right now I’m barely holding myself together.”

Ace:

“Dressed like that, the only adventure you’ll take me is inside you.”

You get all flustered as he scans you from head to toe, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

“Not to mention, now I feel underdressed.” - he claims chuckling, as he pushes his body forward to approach you. Ace looks down on you, seeing your body from a perspective he didn’t imagine before. The way your dressed fit with your curves and just the fact that you looked so hot in it made his body go all ‘code red’ whilst standing in close proximity, but not putting any hands on you yet.

“Well, it won’t matter anyways, - you reply, making the first move by caressing his chest. - you’ll get it off me faster than I put it on.”

“I see you came with clear expectations. - he replies, touching the hand you were caressing his chest with and lending a kiss to the palm. - what can I do for you, beautiful? You want an adventure?”

Your expression softens, as small romantic gestures that he did always left you in awe. But you’re no fool because it is known very welll by both of you what happens soon after and how that softness turns into grabbing the bed sheets.

“Kiss me, please.” - your voice sounds desperate which makes Ace grin.

“So needy today ~

His lips are inviting yours in a way that’s never happened before. He presses them delicately at first only to go absolutely feral after. Feels so perfect that even his head movements are in sync with yours, like dancing a fierce tango. He’s too eager, too hungry and too demanding. You’d swear you felt his tongue going down your throat as his hands are placed so well at your lower back, sliding down slowly.

“Ace… - you moan after finally catching your breath. Meanwhile, this man can’t stand without doing something that drives you crazy and you loved him for that.

He manages to get his hands under your dress, squeezing your ass like it was the only thing he wanted to hold on in this life. Ace comes back with more passionate kisses and touches second after second, making you unable to think, thus you just surrender to him completely.

“Dressed all pretty for me, - he says, pushing you a bit backwards, pinning you against the nearest wall. - you deserve a good reward, don’t ya?”

As your back hits the wall, Ace wastes no time in grabbing your legs and pushing them up to his waist. The dress no matter how sexy, still prevented him from feasting his eyes at you. A smirk appears on your eyes whilst biting your lip as you hang onto him shoulders.

He starts unzipping the front of your dress, turned on even more by looking at your expression filled of burning lust, showing unconsciously how much you wanted him.

“Let’s do some adventuring, shall we?”

[withlove-xixi]

— NEW LIKE MORNING DEW: sanji x reader

KINKTOBER DAY TWO: MASTURBATION ᥫ cw: nsfw, masturbation, praise, afab reader, dom/sub ᥫ wc: 1371 ★ this is a bit self-indulgent for me (i think a lot of the kinktober fics are) and ... this is ... probably the only fic that's somewhat based off my personal experience (embarrassed.) (im a virgin and also an asexual lesbian.) cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— A CHEF’S HANDS WERE HIS NUMBER ONE WEAPON.

[♡]: it was a principle sanji was taught as a kid working at the baratie, one that later grew to the meticulous habit of keeping his hands free of blemishes and injury. as a result of his care, he's quite skilled with his hands, able to switch from crushing pressure to just barely the ghost of a touch. so of course there were a few tricks sanji wanted to teach you.

"THAT'S IT, EASY NOW."

You whimper in response, cheeks flushing a bit brighter, embarrassed from the position you were in. You lay by the edge of the bed, your legs draped over it, spread wide and held in place by Sanji’s hands. He kneels in front of you, his lips pressing encouraging kisses on your inner thighs, his breath fanning against your skin. Blue eyes watch intently at your core, occasionally flicking upwards to meet yours in a loving and reassuring gaze.

“S-sanji…” You call, voice slightly shaky.

He quickly shushes you, pressing another kiss on your thigh, his thumbs smoothing over your skin. “You can do it. You can be good for me right, darling?” He coos, voice so sweet and patient, you couldn’t help but melt.

You nod with a pout, brows furrowed. Sanji only chuckles in response, kissing a bit higher, a bit closer to where you ache the most. You whimper when his lips don’t meet your cunt and he tuts you.

“Thought you said you wanted to learn these things, darling,” Sanji asks, his fingers drumming against you.

You lift your head up to look at him, frowning. “But… Can’t you do it?” You plead.

Sanji chuckles again. “You can’t learn if I keep doing things for me. And you said you can be good for me, yeah?” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “Now, push your fingers all the way down, near your ass hole.”

Flustered by his curtness, you do as he says, gently pushing your fingers down as he instructed. You shiver at the feel of your own fingers against your slit and Sanji smiles at your reaction. His thumbs go back to rubbing circles on your thighs, soothing you.

“That’s it, good job, darling. That was so good.” He punctuates the praise with kisses, eyes trained on the slick pooling at your entrance. Sanji licks his lips in anticipation. “Now—” his voice is a bit shaky “—bring ‘em back up to your clit. Ah, ah! No. darling.”

You whine, but your fingers instinctively freeze anyway. “Slowly, slowly, dear. That’s it. So good, darling. You’re doing so good.”

You whimper at the sensation, the featherlight touch barely pressing against your cunt, and at the way praise just seemed to casually roll off Sanji’s tongue. You gingerly repeat the process, letting your digits glide down your slit then slide back up, trying your hardest to keep as little pressure on yourself as possible since Sanji had instructed it.

His lips continue to kiss your thighs as he watches you work, eyes practically glued on the delicate movement of your fingers, studying the way your cunt twitches at each touch, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest.

He hums and leans a bit closer, enough that you feel his warm breath against your core. “Put your fingers on your clit for me, darling.” Sanji instructs, his voice slow, tender.

Almost trance-like, you nod drowsily, fingers shyly lifting off and pressing gentle on your clit. You hips buck at the sudden feeling, a soft whimper follows.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” Sanji coos as his hands move further upward, thumbs spreading your folds apart. “Could you circle around it for me, love? Slowly, just like earlier.”

You bite your lip, partly bracing yourself as you begin to very slowly and lightly trace circles on your clit. The sensation instantly has you moaning, a soft, shy moan you can’t help but let out as electric shocks shoot up your spine, setting your stomach aflutter.

Sanji watches a bit more intently now, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth from the mere sight of you touching yourself, that combined with how obedient you were being for him, the reactions you’d have from the slightest bit of stimulation, and the strong smell of your pussy. It caught him a bit off guard at first, not expecting his proximity to even let him get a whiff but, God, he was so close now, he could practically taste you off your smell alone. And hearing the luring squelching sounds of your cunt combined with your labored breaths and meak moans? It was driving him crazy. Sending the blood straight down to his dick.

“Keep going, darling… Doing so good— you’re so good for me.” Sanji praises, and if you focus on it enough, you can tell there’s some form of strain in his voice, some tension that’s about to snap and make him lose his mind.

Your fingers keep swirling around your clit, encouraged by Sanji’s sweet praise and enticed by the sparks of pleasure it gave you. There’s a languid moan that leaves Sanji’s lips as his nose brushes against your slit, the tip of it wetting from your juices, followed by a soft rustling of fabric from somewhere below Sanji.

With his free hand, he undoes his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his rock hard cock. It takes all his restraint not to press his face any further into your cunt, not to stick his tongue out to lap up your sweetness and taste you on his lips. Another moan leaves his lips, it’s sticky heat fanning against your wetness, as he begins to slowly stroke himself.

“Love… stick your fingers in your cunt.” He instructs, his voice heavy, ridden with lust. “Two fingers inside you, please.”

There’s a meek noise that comes from your throat as you very carefully tread your fingers lower, the tips of them meeting your pulsing hole. You draw in a shaky breath, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. You hear Sanji groan at the sight, the noise followed by some sort of plea he slurs too softly for you to comprehend. His hand on your cunt reaches up for yours, slowly guiding your digits to push past your entrance and dip deeper and deeper inside yourself. Your breath stutters when you go past your second knuckle, the feeling of your walls clamping around your fingers so very foreign to you.

Sanji’s face lifts slightly, lips pressing against the back of your hand. “Does it feel good, darling? You feel how warm you are?” He asks as he rests his cheek against your tight, eyes now looking up at you.

Hesitantly, you nod. “Yes…” You reply breathlessly, teeth catching your bottom lip. “S-sanji…”

“Shhh… I know, dear, I know.” He coos as his eyes follow the shape of your body back down to where your fingers disappear into your cunt. “Push ‘em a bit deeper for me? Can you do that?”

You nod again. Slowly, you move your fingers again, pressing them further and further inside yourself until you can’t see them anymore. Sanji straight up moans at the sight, the noise unabashed and deep-sounding, causing you to whimper in response. There’s the faintest sound of skin slapping against skin, and when you realize it’s the sound of his hand pumping his dick, your walls clench around your fingers, the sudden tightness catching you off guard, causing you to arch your back in surprise.

Sanji’s head jolts up at your sudden movement, worried you had hurt yourself. But he watches your eyebrows twitch and your lips curl into a pout. Then, it amazes him more than it surprises him, he notices your fingers twitch, the slightest movement of your hand telling him that deep inside you, your fingers are curling themselves, pressing against the gummy walls of your cunt. He stills, almost upright as he watches you carefully as your flushed cheeks slowly relax when you let out a deep exhale. He studies your body language, the tensing of your shoulders, the heaving of your chest, the wet parting of your lips. Sanji’s just about to ask you if you’re alright, if you want him to take over and just relax, when he hears it. First was the sharp, shaky breath you draw in, next is the distinct squelch of your fingers drawing out and pushing back inside of you.

He looks down, eyes meeting the shy, experimental way you thrust your fingers in and out of you, and he licks his lips hungrily. You were a fast learner.

[chibieggplant]

Beck and call

Teasing Sanji. With fluff.

No warnings, really, just some kissing and a flustered Sanji.

Sanji stands in the warm glow of the kitchen; the tantalising aroma of tonight's dinner wafts through the air, mingling with the soft hum of the ship’s movements. With meticulous care, he tends to each dish, his culinary skills a testament to his passion for cooking. The rhythmic clinks of knives against cutting boards fill the air, accompanied by the gentle sizzling of ingredients in pans. Lost in his culinary trance, Sanji’s thoughts inevitably drift to you, the gimmer in his eyes revealing his lovestruck state. He can’t help but grin as he remembers your playful teasing, the way you effortlessly turn his world upside down with a sly comment or a coy smile.

Suddenly, the doors behind him glide open, and he turns around, a knife in hand, only to be struck by a moment of pure enchantment. Sanji’s heart skips a beat. There you are, a mischievous glint in your eye as you enter. His breath hitches, but he meets your gaze with a goofy smirk, knowing that behind your teasing lies a more profound connection that fills his heart with joy.

"Sanji~" you sing in a lilting, animated voice, your words carrying a melody as you skip into the kitchen. To him, your voice sounds like a sweet serenade that pulls at his heartstrings, making him forget the pots and pans swirling around him. "I missed you!" your playful grin lights up the room as you close the distance between you and him. Sanji's eyes brighten at the sight of you, the corners of his lips turning up in a fond smile. He tries to maintain his composure, but your cheerful entrance has already left him slightly flustered. With a glint in your eye, you add an extra skip to your step, teasingly swaying to an imaginary tune. As you walk closer, your lighthearted demeanour and teasing gaze intensify the flutter in Sanji’s chest, causing him to fumble with his utensil for a brief moment.

Sanji tries to compose himself. He really tries. He smiles brightly, his eyes going a tad bit glassy at your voice, his nose twitching. He manages to speak after taking a few breaths, his words shaky. "y-you missed me?" He's smiling, but it's clear you've caught him off guard. He's standing there, trying his best to make himself seem normal.

With a delicate chuckle, you saunter closer to Sanji, your footsteps echoing softly. "Oh, you don't even know the extent to which I did," you tease, your voice carrying a hint of mischief that causes Sanji’s heart to skip a beat. As you reach him, you casually hop up to sit on the counter next to him. Your presence is always a delightful distraction to him. “I always miss my favourite cook,” you add, your words like a sweet melody to his ears.

His mind went blank at your approach. You even teased him by sitting right next to him. You could have sat or stood anywhere, but no, you placed yourself right there, close to him, as you stared at him with your perfect smile. He was struggling to hold it together. He felt a surge of flustered excitement as you spoke, his hands involuntarily fidgeting with the knife he was carrying. His eyes darted from side to side, trying to regain composure amid your playful banter. "Favou-Favorite cook?" He was a mess, a puddle of pure love, sick emotion. Despite his inner turmoil, there was a softness in his expression, a silent confession of the love that bloomed in his heart every time you graced him with your presence.

With a mischievous smile dancing on your lips, you lean in slightly closer to Sanji, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, you caught me,” your tone lighthearted yet sincere. “You’re not just my favourite cook. You’re my favourite person,” you playfully admit, letting a hint of warmth seep into your voice.

He was so screwed. He was beyond screwed. His entire face flushed red. He's sweating bullets, and his breathing is short. The man is struggling. It's over. He was done for. A simple phrase was enough to reduce him to a trembling mess. He wasn't sure if you were being serious or simply playing around, but either way, it meant the entire world to him. The mere thought of him being someone's favourite anything made his cheeks burn. His heart was beating so fast that you could almost hear it. "...F-favourite..." He stammers out.

With a charming smile, you hold his gaze and speak light-heartedly. “Of course you are. Didn’t you know? Congratulations, you’re officially my favourite!” you declare with a playful flourish, your words carrying a hint of jest and adoration. Sanji’s eyes widen slightly at your proclamation, a mixture of surprise and delight evident in his expression. Pausing for a moment to let the words sink in, you lean in slightly closer, your voice taking on a more intimate tone that stirs a gentle warmth between you. “You know, being someone’s favourite comes with privileges,” you continue, your words laced with a playful promise. You give a subtle wink that adds to the playful allure of your statement. “Like getting extra attention and maybe even a few surprises.”

He's finished. He was doomed to fall at your feet like the simp he was as soon as you walked into the kitchen. He can see God as he's practically dying inside. A playful wink? A flirty comment about extra attention and surprises? He wasn't sure if this was real, but the possibility of getting extra attention from you and possibly more was already enough for him to want to faint. “W-what kind of surprises?” Sanji manages to stutter out, his voice betraying his attempt at hiding the storm of emotions inside him. His hands were shaking, and he wanted to fold and fold. He’s a man teetering on the edge of blissful surrender, caught in the enchanting web you’ve effortlessly woven around him. But by some miracle, he manages to stay grounded.

Seeing Sanji’s mixture of nervousness and excitement, you can’t help but smile warmly, your eyes shimmering with affection. Leaning back slightly on your hands, you maintain a playful demeanour, enjoying the delightful effect your teasing has on him. “Ah, the surprises? Now that would be telling,” you tourment with a playful spark in your eyes. “But I can assure you they’ll be worth the anticipation.” you can't help but notice Sanji’s hands twitching. “Don’t worry, I‘ll try not to overwhelm you…too much,” you flash a sweet smile, adding a touch of reassurance to your words.

He lets out a small whimper of desperation, a quiet plea for mercy, as he finds himself utterly captivated by you. The way you talk to him, your tone, your demeanour, it was simply unfair to him—it’s all too much and yet not enough at the same time. It’s a delicious torment that leaves him hanging on to your every word. His eyes have practically gone starry-eyed at your teasing. His heart flutters uncontrollably, and he feels like he’s standing on shaky ground, yet something within him keeps him upright, clinging to the edge of composure. “I’m already…overwhelmed…” he manages to squeak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

It’s evident that your playful teasing ultimately conquers Sanji, and although you enjoy the delightful effect you’ve had on Sanji, you can’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the flustered state you’ve caused him. “Well…” you begin with a grin. “Looks like my charm has left you in quite a state,” you remark, your chuckle soft and understanding. “But fear not, I come bearing a remedy for your overwhelmed heart,” you announce dramatically, reaching into your pocket and retrieving a small, beautifully wrapped box. “Consider this a little gift from me to you,” your eyes sparkle with excitement as you watch his reaction. As Sanji takes the gift, you add with a playful wink, “You know, a benefit for being my favourite.”

Sanji's composure continues to waver as he accepts the box from your outstretched hand. He was trying so, so damn hard to remain in control. It's a simple gesture, but to him, it feels like receiving the rarest treasure in all the world, a token of your thoughtfulness and affection that holds immeasurable value. "A-a gift from you?...for m-me?...y-y/n, you shouldn't have," he stammers out, his voice laced with genuine surprise and gratitude. His fingers tremble slightly as he holds the gift, his palms beginning to sweat in his nervousness.

You respond light-heartedly, enjoying the playful dance of emotions between you and Sanji. “Oh, but I wanted to,” you say with a chuckle, your words carrying a mischievous charm. “Consider it a ‘just because’ gift for my favourite.” You can't help but notice Sanji’s hands still shaking, and you offer reassurance in your own cheerful way. “Relax, it’s not a ticking time bomb or anything. Just a little something from me to you.” You gesture towards the gift with a warm smile. Your genuine intention is purely to bring a smile to Sanji’s face. “Go on, open it,” you encourage.

Sanji simply melted at your gesture, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. It didn’t matter if the gift was a ticking time bomb; he would have accepted it happily because it came from you. You could tell just how much your thoughtfulness meant to him. You didn't have to get him a gift, but because you did, it meant the world to him. Sanji’s eyes shined with admiration and adoration as he gazed at you. With a final smile in your direction, he turned his attention back to the gift, his movements slow and deliberate as he carefully unwrapped the gift.

As Sanji looked inside the opened gift box, his breath hitched briefly as he processed what he was seeing. His eyes widened in surprise, and a slight blush coloured his cheeks as he lifted the item from the box. It was a bracelet, but not just any ordinary bracelet—it was custom-made, a thoughtful gift crafted with him in mind. He ran his fingers gently over the intricately designed Jolly Roger emblem, his own personal Jolly Roger, adorning the bracelet, his eyes reflecting awe and gratitude. He looked back at you and then back to the bracelet. Back and forth. He was speechless. If only he could describe just how grateful he was at this moment. He eventually found his voice once more. "Y/n this…you had this made…just for me?" He said in disbelief, his mind still struggling to process your act. “You thought of me… and got this gift with me in mind,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if trying to grasp the moment's reality. It felt too perfect, too good to be true, yet there it was—a tangible reminder of your genuine affection.

You can’t help but grin mischievously as you watch Sanji’s reaction to the custom-made bracelet. With a playful sparkle in your eyes, you lean in slightly as if about to reveal a secret. “Ah, but wait, there’s more,” you announce excitedly, drawing out the suspense with a playful flair. “Ta-da!” you exclaim witha delighted chuckle, extending your wrist to reveal a similar bracelet adorning it. Gesturing between your wrist and his bracelet, you add, “Now we have something that ties us together.” a playful declaration, but the sentiment behind it is genuine.

It was all just so much for him to handle at once. You got him a bracelet. A rare gift with his jolly Rogers emblem placed perfectly on it. An emblem only seen on him. And then, you reveal that you now have a matching bracelet. You were both twinning, and he was all for it. Unable to contain his overflowing emotions, Sanji gently took your hand, his touch soft and reverent. He gently traced his finger over your bracelet, a silent gesture of appreciation and connection. Words. He had to find words to describe how grateful he was to you. Sanji's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his blush deepening with each passing moment. "A-a bracelet tying us...together," he managed, the words coming out in a soft, almost worshipful tone. His body remained a trembling mess, the warmth of your shared moment enveloping him in a comforting haze. He now held your wrist tightly as if afraid that letting go would break the moment's magic.

After a few beats of processing his new gift, Sanji decided to lighten the mood with a touch of humour. "I-Is this another of your flirtatious tactics?" he joked, a slight smirk playing on his lips despite his still-flustered state. He knew you well enough to recognise your playful nature, and he couldn't help but tease back in his own gentle way.

You roll your eyes playfully as you take Sanji's hand in your own, your touch gentle yet purposeful. There's a sparkle in your eyes as you speak, your tone flirtatious yet affectionate. "Well, I can't deny that I may have hoped that this would bring us closer together," you say with raised eyebrows. Bringing Sanji's hand closer, you slowly slide the bracelet onto his wrist. Your fingers linger for a moment intentionally, savouring the feel of his skin against your own. As the bracelet settles into place, you lean in closer, your voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "There we go," you murmur, your breath brushing against Sanji's skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "Now we're officially connected." Pulling back slightly, a smirk playing on your lips

Sanji's reaction was nothing short of adorable as you slid the bracelet onto his wrist. He let out a sound that resembled a contented purr, his eyes twinkling with delight at the intimate moment shared between you. Your proximity and the gentle touch of your breath against his skin sent a wave of warmth through him, a summer breeze that fluttered butterflies in his stomach. A sharp intake of breath escaped him as his blush deepened even further, the rosy hue spreading across his cheeks like wildfire. He struggled to form coherent words, his thoughts a jumble of emotions that left him feeling wonderfully overwhelmed. "I-I c-connected t-to you," he stammered, his words coming out in a mix of nervousness and gibberish. In that, he just wanted to be yours, to be connected to you in every way possible.

With a playful glint in your eyes, after you watch Sanji adorably fumble over the situation, you snap his attention back to the present moment. “So!” you exclaim, your voice brimming with enthusiasm as you sway excitedly while continuing to sit on the kitchen counter. “Now that you’ve had a little something from me, I just have to ask for something in return… just a little something,” you continue with a cheeky smile. It’s clear that the gift you gave Sanji wasn’t a bribe for anything in return. You did it because he deserved it, and you wanted to see him smile. However, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him further and have a bit more fun.

Sanji's realisation hit him like a gentle wave, washing over him with a sense of understanding. At this moment, he recognised that he was indeed at your beck and call, willingly so. The depth of his affection and desire to please you became evident. With a mixture of anticipation and eagerness, Sanji's voice trailed off slightly as he tried to articulate his willingness to fulfill your request. "I-I…" he began, his words tinged with a hint of vulnerability as he struggled to find the right words to express his readiness. "Whatever it is, name it. Anything," he continued with an enthusiastic, almost pleading tone. His eyes met yours with unwavering determination, a silent promise in his stare that he was prepared to do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face. The sincerity in his voice echoed his genuine desire to please you, to make you happy in any way he could. He was ready to go above and beyond, fueled by the simple yet profound joy of seeing you happy.

"Anything, huh? Well, since you're offering anything," your tone remains light and playful. "How about a little kiss?" you suggest with a wink, your eyes gleaming as the suggestion hangs in the air. "Just a small token of appreciation, you know?" you add, your charm evident in your words.

There it was. The most beautiful request he could have ever heard from you. His eyes lit up with excitement and adoration, his heart racing like thunder in his chest. This was almost too easy. Every bone in his body wanted to throw himself at you and fulfil your request. The idea of denying your request didn’t even cross his mind; the word "no" wasn't even in his vocabulary when it came to you. "Just…one...?" He says, sounding almost like he was almost begging with his response. It was as if he wanted to be greedy, to show more than just one “small token of appreciation”.

"Are you trying to tempt me into more kisses, Sanji?" You flirt with a soft chuckle. "Just one kiss…” your grin still evident as you lean forward with playful eagerness. “…For now”, you add with a slightly lower tone.

"F-for now...?" he squeaked, the words barely escaping through his flustered nerves. His eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation and perhaps a hint of reassurance for his excited jitters. Sanji's excitement was palpable as he eagerly nodded in agreement, his nerves skyrocketing with anticipation. His heart thudded against his chest, a rapid rhythm echoing his readiness for the kiss. The prospect of just one kiss from you was enough to send his thoughts into a whirlwind. He had craved more kisses right from the start, but he was willing to make do with the "for now" you playfully suggested. His tongue almost betrayed him, trying to slip out of his mouth in anticipation. Leaning forward with an eager anticipation mirrored in his eyes, Sanji's gaze fixated on your soft, glossy lips. He ensured that the distance between you closed quickly, propelled by his excitement and the magnetic pull of the moment.

As you lean in to close the gap between your lips, you notice Sanji’s intense gaze fixed on your lips. You can’t resist teasing him further. “I can see you’re eyeing my lips there, Sanji,” you smirk. “And here I was just going to ask for a kiss on the cheek.”

"Y-You..." Your teasing only served to escalate his nerves even further. This was torture, but in the best way possible. He lets out a small whimper. He almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself from giving into his urges to press his lips against yours. How do you make it so easy for him to fall to the brink of madness? A kiss…on the…cheek? But his lips were so close to yours! Just one little push, and he'd get to taste them. That's all he wanted. That's all he needed. "I-I...I-I.." He fumbled a few more attempts to find a reasonable response. But there was none to be found.

"You're so adorable when you're flustered," you say softly, your voice filled with playful affection as you admire Sanji's charmingly flustered state. The fondness in your tone is evident as you express your amusement at his reactions. With a gentle but purposeful movement, your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as you close the gap between you. The touch of your lips against Sanji's is soft yet electrifying, sending a wave of warmth through both of you. It's a moment filled with shared desire and affection, a culmination of the playful banter and unspoken longing between you and Sanji.

"Mmm..." He let out the softest of murmurs as your lips pressed against his own, melting the second he felt your lips grace his. Every nerve in his body was on fire as sparks seemingly went off in his head. A wave of pure ecstasy and thrill was over him as the kiss deepened. This was what he wanted. This is what he needed. Every part of him screamed to kiss you more. To grab you, to be greedy and claim you. Sanji couldn't resist the urge to pull you closer, his arms enveloping you in a passionate embrace. His fingers thread through your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss as if trying to merge every inch of space between you. The hunger for more, for everything, is palpable in his touch and how his lips seek yours with a genuine need. As the kiss drew to a close, Sanji reluctantly pulled away, his breath shallow with desire. "M-more..." he manages to breathe, his voice filled with a thirst and a hint of desperation.

You can't help but chuckle softly at Sanji's genuine desire, finding his eagerness utterly endearing. "So eager”, you smirk. “Think of that as just a taste of what's to come," you say, mischievously hinting at the possibilities ahead. Leaning in once more, you give Sanji a gentle peck on the cheek, savouring the softness of his skin against your lips. "Consider this a promise of more," you whisper, your voice carrying a hint of seductive allure that sends shivers down his spine. And with that, you gracefully hop off the kitchen counter, leaving Sanji with a delightful mix of excitement and suspense for what's possibly to come.

As you leave, Sanji is left in a whirlwind of emotions, a delightful torment of anticipation and desire swirling within him. The tension and hunger you left him with were enough to send him into the brink of madness. The soft brushes of your lips on his cheek linger like a sweet torment, igniting a fire of longing in his heart. Every step you take away from him seems to amplify the longing he feels, yet the promise of more keeps his spirits soaring. Sanj’s heart races as he watches you depart; excitement and yearning fill his being. The promise you left him with lingers in his mind, a beacon of hope for the subsequent encounter. Every detail of your playful exchange replays in his mind like a cherished memory, fueling his imagination with thoughts of what's to come.

"Until next time…" he whispers to himself, the words carrying a sense of determination. Taking a deep breath, he composes himself, channelling the exhilarating energy into his tasks aboard the ship. The wait for your next meeting couldn't come soon enough, and every passing moment is filled with thoughts of you and only you.

[waataah]

welcome, to my first attempt at a fanfic on tumblr.

✧ sanji vinsmoke x fem!reader ✧

｡･ﾟﾟ･ (nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

cw: nsfw, oral (receiving), praise, slight degradation, kinda submissive, lots of sexual tension, build-up, plot-heavy, power struggle, breast play, and unprotected sex.

summary: the straw hats stop at a mysterious never-before-seen island and their crazy captain recruits a woman who can finally rival the crew's flirtatious cook.

word count: ~about 2800

・❥・The Flirtacious Two

The captain of the straw hats Monkey D. Luffy had made an immediate order to stop the ship at the closest island. The closest island was not like any other they had seen, it resembled a forest but had many houses rooted into the trees.

Beautiful birds of many colors flew around in circles greeting the newcomers to their island. The island welcomed them and so did their people. This island was secluded and very small so it was avoided by most who went by, they did not oppose the pirates and showed them kindness and respect.

“They gave us enough supplies to last at least a few months stop eating them all!” Sanji yelled and smacked their captain on the head.

“At least show some respect…geez” Zoro had muttered under his breath.

Luffy rubbed his head and sprawled himself out on the ground at the new lump that had appeared poking out of his hat and ran from the crowd in desperation to get away from his fellow crew. The girls enjoyed themselves to new fruits, new fish, and especially new people. Being around the same boys on a crowded ship meant they NEEDED to converse with regular humans once in a while.

The crew had dispersed and spread amongst the island, till later that night they agreed to meet back on the ship for Sanji’s dinner. Sanji was making a special take on spaghetti and meatballs after all there was nothing wrong with cooking a basic pasta after all the new foods they had tried for the day. 

The pot was boiling with water as the noodles simmered in the heat, and the pan of meatballs were simmering creating a beautiful aroma that could make just about any mouth water.

“Well, well, well I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen spaghetti” An unknown voice to the cook quickly made him tense but hearing a woman's voice made him instantly feel like putty at the beautiful sound.

Once he gazed at the woman his eyes practically shot out of his head, a pure beauty just at the door of the ship's kitchen.

‘This island's weather sure is hot, but this woman is hotter’ his inner voice usually wasn't filtered but she had rendered him practically speechless with her beauty.

“Why hello there pretty boy~” she made her way over to the blonde and peeked over to glance at the food.

“Luffy said you were the chef, I’ve met the others… I believe he wants me to join this little crew you have” she said as she looked up at the taller man.

Sanji cleared his throat finally gaining the courage to speak to such a beauty, and she was flirting with him. That was new.

“What is a beautiful lady like you trying to join a group of pirates for?” he reached for his cigarettes in an attempt to occupy himself without having to look away from the woman before him. But patted around and failed to find them in his pockets.

The mysterious woman brought a hand up holding his cigarettes in hand, “Looking for this? I’m not too fond of smoking”.

‘Ah, she's a thief… a very… sexy one…’ he felt joy rising up in his chest.

She placed them on the counter and decided to answer his question.

“I want adventure, the men here are… getting dull, I figure there are many fish in the sea” She giggled a bit and made her way around the cook eyeing him up and down. Her reply was obviously a joke, but she wanted her reasons to remain her own.

This was the first time Sanji felt as if he was the prey, though he was visibly a bit nervous, he didn't hate it. In fact, he liked it.

“The others warned me, you're quite the flirt? But men tend to get quite intimidated by me. My name is [y/n] a pleasure” she said putting her hand out.

“Oh, please the pleasures all mine miss [y/n]” he said as he gently grasped her hand placing a gentle kiss upon her skin.

She smiled and gently caressed her slim fingers down his arm, “Well from one flirt to another, I’m quite the jealous type Mr. Cook if you flirt with me you can’t give the same treatment to another”.

Sanji felt a chokehold on him, he had just learned of this woman's name, yet he would give up all the other women in the world in a heartbeat.

“Jealous hmm? Well, there isn't a pretty lady as beautiful as you, so I doubt I would even think about another.” He was past the point of no return her charm had hooked and reeled him in she and he both knew it.

The woman retracted her hand from his arm and turned away from the cook walking back over to the entrance.

“Though I am a flirt, if I really want something… I will have it” she smiled devilishly.

Sanji felt a pit in his stomach, this woman was doing many things to him, he wanted her but of course, he wouldn’t just force himself on a woman.

“Oh and… you might want to check those meatballs I think they may be slightly overcooked” she smiled as she walked out.

Sanji panicked as the meatballs burst into flames he quickly grabbed a cloth to fan the fire out with and sighed in relief once it was put out.

“What am I going to do with her around…”.

Later that night at the dinner table, [y/n] had sat next to Sanji. Sanji felt a blush creep upon his face, though it had only been a bit since their first encounter he really couldn't take his eyes off her. 

After some time of everyone exchanging conversations, he finally decided to strike up a conversation. 

“You really are beautiful…” was all he could say, he was practically transfixed by her.

[y/n] looked at the cook she didn't mind if others were around, better for her to show the other ladies how it’s done.

“You're not so bad yourself handsome” she winked.

Sanji felt his heart racing, no woman had given him this type of attention, it was so new to him. He loved it. His grin and ego grew from the compliment.

“Don’t go complimenting fancy brows over there it will go right to his head” Zoro said in between bites of his meal.

[y/n] laughed at the comment and turned her attention toward Zoro, it quickly made Sanji fill with worry. He knew that Zoro and [y/n] would possibly get along, who wouldn’t get along with a woman like her?

Though [y/n] had continued her chat with Zoro she had sneakily placed her hand on Sanji’s obvious that her attention was still on him though she was talking with another man.

A small smirk came back to his face when he felt her hand on his, it made him excited but relieved that she still had her sights on him.

After dinner was over [y/n] went over to the deck to gaze upon the ocean. Sanji finished up the dishes and saw the deck was empty, no one was around but her. This was his moment, to get her attention without anyone to bother. He leaned over the railing and watched the ocean with her, he reached for his cigarettes but quickly placed them back into his pocket.

“Hello, lover boy~ What do I owe the pleasure?” she said while looking over to the chef.

He smiled softly, “You don’t owe me anything, I just thought to keep the beautiful lady company”.

[y/n] did feel a little flustered by the gesture, the whole time Sanji had been flustered and wrapped around her finger but now he seemed to be ready for her comments.

He gently placed his hand on [y/n]’s hips, causing the roles to reverse, he stepped up his game he realized that if he kept letting her be in control he would lose this flirting game. 

Though she was flustered she also didn't want to back down, “And who exactly said you could touch me?” she smirked.

Sanji let out a small laugh as he could tell she was enjoying it in comparison to her words, he leaned closer to her and looked into her eyes. “Someone told me once that if they want something they will have it. So I just decided to take what I wanted”.

“Oh really now?” [y/n] smirked at the blonde and grabbed his hand pulling Sanji closer to her “I do believe everyone had fallen asleep after their meal” she said gently while looking at his lips. 

Sanji was a bit surprised by the sudden pull, his mind flooded with ideas of just the two of you alone while everyone slept. She was bold, his mind was going crazy and he wanted to do something about it.

“Since no one is around how about a little taste?~” she kept her eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes and lips.

With the way [y/n] stared at his lips, he knew exactly what she wanted, a little taste of him. A smirk would then appear on his face, he enjoyed this new thrill of tug of war between him and her. 

“I could never deny a pretty lady like you,” he said before leaning forward and placing his lips onto hers.

For a man who had flirted with many women, he couldn't deny that this was his first time feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach. And for a woman who seemed to have all the boys wrapped around her fingers, she too had never felt quite like how she did with this man. 

He moved his hands around her hips and pressed their bodies closer together, the kiss was passionate, and long and made the two feel their bodies heat up. After their lips parted his face was simply in awe and he let out a satisfied breath gripping [y/n]’s hips with need.

“Wow… that was… great,” he said as he had his eyes fixed on the beauty before him. 

[y/n] also let out a content sigh, she felt a warm feeling stirring within her and she needed it to be extinguished.

“How about we head over to the lounge room? That is if you want to of course”.

“Lead the way…”.

He took her by the hand and started to lead [y/n] back to the kitchen/meeting/lounge room. Once in the room, [y/n] noticed that the whole place had been cleaned, Sanji was a very responsible cook. Though it was something that might go unnoticed by the rest of the crew she did take notice.

Sanji went over to the provisions and moved them aside to show a bed. It was a small bed, but the only place you could get privacy on a private ship with a group of men who shared the same room.

[y/n] didn’t mind it though, she would practically take this man anywhere in her current state. She sat on the bed and Sanji sat beside her.

“Well, are you ready?”.

“Are you?” he replied back with a playful tone.

[y/n] let out a small laugh before sitting on his lap leaning into him pressing their lips once again against one another. His fantasies were finally coming to life, her sitting in his lap making his pants tighten just at the friction from her body touching his. [y/n] gently ran her fingers through his hair, earning a moan from the cook. His body heated up at her taking the lead, he decided to put his hand in her hair pulling on it gently earning a moan from [y/n].

“You are so beautiful my dear~” he let out softly against her lips.

The two’s breaths increased, as the air between them kept thinning from the non-stop kiss.

The kiss eventually came to a halt, the two panting for air but eager for the next step.

“You taste good just like your meals chef~” she said softly under her panting breath.

The compliment sent him into heaven, his heartbeat intensifying just like the tightness in his pants.

“And you are even more tastier than my meals…” he smirked.

“Though there is something I think that might taste better than your meals…” [y/n]’s gaze fell upon the large bump in his pants.

His face reddened at the comment, “you really are too much…” he said softly not moving even a muscle. 

“That's what I’m told~” she giggled and moved off the bed to her knees unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down to reveal his size. His cock twitched at the cold air and hardened as he felt her gaze staring down at it.

Sanji gently tilted her head upwards, “A beautiful lady like you should be on the bed getting treated, not on her knees…”.

He got up and grabbed [y/n] gently placing her onto the small bed as he stood in between her legs lowering himself to her core.

[y/n]’s breath hitched at the sudden change of position. Sanji left gentle kisses trailing up her leg towards the hem of her shorts, gently pulling them off as he did so along with her panties. She was starting to press her thighs together, she hadn’t felt shy with anyone before but he made her feel like she was a teen head over heels for a crazy boy. Sanji smirked at the sight, he continued to place kisses till he reached her sensitive spot, his digits entering inside her folds gently adding another while he continued to kiss her inner thighs and thrust his fingers inside her.

“Ah~ Shit~” [y/n] moaned out at the attention her lower half was getting, she felt her walls clench onto his two fingers, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Be patient my dear~ we have a long night ahead of us~” he said as he went back down to shower her clit with his skilled tongue.

[y/n] was going mad, she felt her body tensing as it was getting ready to release, and she pulled back Sanji's head. She panted softly and grabbed him by his tie pulling him up towards her and pushing him onto the bed. She placed herself on top of his cock and slowly placed it at her entrance letting it fill her up inside.

“[y/n] fuck…” he clenched his eyes shut at the tightness, it felt so good he almost came just from putting it inside.

She sat for a moment as she adjusted to his girth and length. She was inwardly cursing him out for being so girthy. After the two settled, [y/n] started to move her hips up and down his length letting out small moans of pleasure as Sanji thrust his hips along with her movements. The two let out moans filling the empty room with nothing but the sounds of their skin slapping together and the bed creaking beneath them. Sanji managed to snake his hand up [y/n]’s stomach under her shirt grasping onto her breast as she bounced. He couldn't even catch his breath, the whole situation was like a dream to him, her moans coming from the pleasure he gave her filled him with ecstasy. He pinched her nipples lightly while he reached under her bra. Just the sound of her moans alone could make him cum, he could feel himself getting close to his release. 

[y/n] continued her movements leaning down and gripping his shirt, “make a mess of me Sanji” she said before pressing her lips against his.

Those words flipped a switch in him, and a signal went to his brain, making him go insane. He knew what she wanted him to do and he would deliver. His whole body quaked as he felt himself ready to cum. The two continued moaning and panting, and [y/n] felt herself tighten around Sanjis cock. Sanji groaned in response to the tightness he moved his hands from her breast and gripped her hips. He began to thrust upwards into her harder, filling every inch of her inside. They could both feel themselves, Sanji was the first to give in. His cum shot inside her, dripping from out of her hole and onto his pants. The warmth that shot into [y/n]’s body made her tighten and her body twitched from its high. The two let out a long moan and grunt when they finished and [y/n] laid herself against the chef.

“Who would think the two flirts would hook up with each other” she said softly with a content sigh as she caught her breath.

“You’re crazy you know that? You showed me a whole new type of woman, you really know how to make a man weak” Sanji laughed and threw his arms around her.

[y/n] lifted her head a bit in confusion, “what’s so funny about that?” she raised a brow.

“Nothing, I just feel like the luckiest man alive…” he said as he let out a few more laughs.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

iconic (random) quotes as the strawhat crew + shanks, ace!

luffy:

- if you didn't wanna get assimilated into my found family, you should have killed me when you had the fucking chance - i dont have sex cause it serves no narrative purpose to me - (flirting) you look so biteable today - the fact that i am constantly saying weird and unpleasant things is just part of my charm

zoro:

- he's probably texting so many girls sweet things. stand out. tell him you're gonna stab him. - got caught giving a fuck. embarrassing. - *clearly covered in blood and guts but trying to act normal* ok. maybe i did awaken my inner beast. so what. fuck u guys - dont care, didnt ask, plus my boobs jiggle when i walk

sanji:

- talking stage? baby just move in we can talk at home - hes NOT just some guy, hes my girlfriend - how is "pretty boy" an isult?? yes, i am the prettiest boy in town, call me a pretty boy - "what if your gf was wrong?" i'd reshape reality to make it right.

shanks:

- i knew i was gonna be a good daddy at the ripe age of fifteen - if i had a lame ass boyfriend i would hype him up so much. i'd make him wait outside as i go in first and and be like get ready here comes the most specialest boy ever if you dont cheer and clap for him ill blow this whole building up (talking about buggy) - bro your relationship with your friend is borderline homosexual and i think thats beautiful

ace:

- "i can fix him" good for you, i joined him in his insanity - (gripping the bathroom sink, knuckle turning white) but i stay silly :3 i stay silly :3 i stay silly :3 i sta - *gets caught pickpocketing cause i keep saying "yoink" out loud when i do it* - everyday i have to wake up and carry on being a little babygirl

nami:

- i am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend, im serious - if i had a boyfriend i'd trap him in a glass jar and shake him around - puts cocaine in my lip gloss so when she kisses me she thinks im god - you let a blonde man speak to you like that????

ussop:

-you can't "im just a little guy" out of this one cunt - i could never abuse substances, i love substances - you'd be amazed about the amount of times ive fucked around without finding one single thing

chopper:

- girls be like "i love animals!!" and hate themselves....... like you're an animal girl <3 peace on planet earht - if you look really closely i have this "fear meter" floating next to me that goes up whenever anything - being six feet tall seems excessive

[anemptypuddingcup]

Uhh blood. Really just Sanji and his nosebleeds.

A large groan leaves your lips as you hear Sanji’s voice grow closer to your room. You were already in a shitty mood so him being loud was just making it worse. “MELLORINEEEE~” Sanji beams in a singsong voice as he bursts through your door. You slowly sit up from your pillow and glare at him, wanting him to get out immediately. He waltzes over to your bedside and shows off a plate of cheesecake to you. “I brought a little snack for youuuu~” He smiles. As much as you wanted it, your pissy mood didn’t allow you to take the sweet treat from him.

“I’m pissy. Get out.” You huffed as you dove back deep under your blankets. Sanji sets down the sweet aside onto your nightstand and sets himself onto your bed. You squeal out as you feel his hand press softly against your back. You slowly mewled under the covers as he caresses your back through the blankets. “Sanji get out.” You huffed under the blanket. “________-San.” You hear him say softly as he peels the blankets from you. You lay there with your head on the pillow, not bothering to move an inch to look at him. “What’s gotten you in such a bad mood love? You can tell me.” He says softly. You turn over and look at him before sighing deeply.

“I’m just…M’just stressed Sanji…” You say upsettingly as you sit up to look at him. “What is it that’s bothering you though? You have to tell me everything.” He says inching closer to you. You pout at him as his hands hover over your body. Setting you back down onto the pillow, he slowly pulls his jacket off and rolls his sleeves up. You blush deeply as you realized what he was about to do with you. “Spread your legs for me sweetheart.” He says softly. You look at him nervously but slowly spread your legs open for him. He slowly slips your shorts and panties off you and trails his hands along your soft inner thighs. “Sanji…” You whimper. Sanji presses his fingers against your soaking cunt, those beautiful pale hands that you loved so much made you feel even more warm inside.

“Tell me all about it, you can do it can’t you love?” He teased as his fingers trails along your entrance. You shiver and slowly nod, taking a deep breathe before you began to speak with Sanji lubricates two digits with his saliva. “W-Well. I’m tired for one. I always stay up too late with my work..” You began. Sanji slowly pushes his fingers into your warm hole which causes you to moan suddenly. He presses kisses against your thighs and glances up at you. “Keep going baby, I’m listening.” He whispers as his kisses trails down to your clit. You breathe shakily as pressed smooches against your clit while his fingers did wonders on your cunt. “A-And…and~ M-M’tired of everyone…g-getting in the way…” You let out a loud moan as his fingertips hits against your sweet and soft bundle of nerves.

“Ahhh~ And- And!~” You moan as he pumps his fingers faster inside of you. Sanji smiles as he notices you begin to lose yourself on his fingers. “Keep going love~ I’m still listening.” He says as he tries his best to cover up his nosebleed. “I-I c-can’t Sanji!~” You whimper and moan as you grip your pillow tightly while Sanji’s movements grew rather rampant. Sanji nose began to bleed even more as he enjoyed the view of your now sweaty body. “Ah!~ Sanji! S-Sanjiii~” You whined as you threw your head back. Sanji presses another smooch to your clit as you grew closer to your orgasm. “Sanji!~ Please let me cum Sanji!~” You begged as you began to buck your hips against his hand. Sanji chuckles and latches his mouth onto your clit to please you even more.

Your hand rushes to his hair as he digs his fingers deeper into your cunt. You breathed heavily as you feel your orgasm rushing up through your body quickly. “S-Sanji!~” You cried out as you feel your orgasm being pulled from you. “Cum for me ________-San~ Cum on my tongue for me~” Sanji moans shakily as he feels your body shake under him. Your hand grips his golden locks tightly as you feel yourself cumming onto his face. “AH!~ AHH!~ SANJI!~” You whimper as your pussy gushes cum onto his tongue. You whine and squirm around as you feel your orgasm growing a bit intense. Sanji slowly removes his mouth from your clit and rubs tiny circles onto your hips to soothe you.

“Shhh, it’s okay ________-San. Just relax yourself.” He says softly as he slowly sits up. He lays beside you and presses a kiss to your forehead as you breathe heavily against him. “S-Sanjiiii…” You whimper as you slowly recovered from your orgasm. Sanji smiles softly and nuzzles against your neck before pressing a kiss onto your cheek. “You feel better now love?” He asked softly, his hand now firm on your hip. You shivered and slowly nodded, happy that he’d help you feel so much better than before. He looks at the dried up blood against your lower abdomen and apologizes profusely for making a mess.

“Ah! I’m sorry love, I left a mess on you.” He says all worrisome. Hopping off of the bed, he rushes out of the room to get some thing to clean his blood off of you. You yawn as you grew tired from cumming and slowly began to fall back asleep on your bed before Sanji comes back into your room. He sighs happily as he see’s you laying there asleep on the bed. “Get some rest, Mellorine…” He whispered as he cleans you up with a rag before gently laying the blankets onto you.

wrote this bc I had a bad day today. I’m

[sanjisblackasswife]

I cannot tell 100% if ur ask box is open or not so if it is not feel free to ignore this please!!!

But if it is open! Could you write about luffy, shanks, and sanji reacting to their significant others stretchmarks on her upper thighs? I got like real bad ones RIGHT below my butt that go down a bit so now I don’t wear short skirts or short shorts :,)

Again feel free to ignore have a LOVELY day!!!

I always wanted stretch marks on my butt :(((( i have em on my inner thighs n chest. I FRIGGIN LOVE STRETCH MARKS. Especially on men😚😚 Dont be ashamed of them stripes babe theyre so beautiful:) anyways enjoy!

Them with a S/O That Has Stretch Marks (SFW-ISH)

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Shanks

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Reader is insecure, Shanks needs a leash, Sanji’s is suggestive, Mentions of Sex, uhhh yeah

Luffy

Physical “flaws” isn’t something he even notices on you. Small/saggy breasts? Okay? He still wanna squeeze. Cellulite? Who gives af he likes ‘em. Stretch marks though? He still dont care.

He doesn’t pay mind to stuff like that let alone question it. Luffy…Luffy just dont gaf man if he likes you he likes all of you.

If he peeps you being out right “i hate my stretch marks” or whatever he just wouldn’t understand why.

“They’re like smaller versions of the scars i have! I like em!”

Bless his heart he will always make you feel so loved about your stripes. He traces them alot when you let him lay on you and trace them with his finger as he talks to you about his goal and dream.

(Slightly NSFW) For some reason you speaking on your stretch mark insecurity was something he just couldn’t forget. He has forgotten many things you’ve told him; anniversary, birthday, hell even your name once but he never forgets to lick and kiss your marks and blemishes in appreciation before going down on you. His kisses are so slow and soft giving each of your “flaws” the right attention you damn near cried when he first did it because it felt so out of character for him.

Sanji

Bold of you to assume this man would love you any less because of that.

Sanji doesn’t care if you have stretchmarks, pigmentation, hairy, cellulite. Doesn’t matter he loves you so just believe it and move on

He noticed almost immediately what your insecurities were by the way you act when they’re mentioned and his assumptions were correct when you and him were about to take a shower together for the first time, but you wasn’t sure he’d like what he seen

“I just…have stretch marks all over and—“

He didn’t say much, he simply begins to slowly strip down your towel kissing your lips tenderly mumbling praises in between about your body.

“Your stretch marks were never an issue.”

If anything Sanji does in fact love your stretch marks. They were one of the first things he noticed (AND WAS INFATUATED WITH) when he seen them. He wanted nothing more than to trace his tongue on each one and leave a kiss. They’re normal to have what’s problem with them?

“Everything about you is nothing less than perfect you know.”

You felt a tinge of embarrassment feeling Sanji’s soft hands glide over your marked breast, butt, and thighs in the shower, but his neck kisses gave you a form of calmness you just couldn’t explain. Which he was grateful for when you told him that night as he massaged your body.

Shanks

He doesn’t give af about your insecurities and i say that in the most respectful way.

“Stretch marks? Thats a dumb thing to be upset over? Here. Look.”

He doesn’t give a shit because he also has them on his shoulders.

“See? They’re just things you get when your body grows, dummy. Now come here.”

Yeah he teases you a bit, but only about being ashamed of something you can’t necessarily help.

He makes you sit on his lap in front of the mirror and begins to grope you like the caveman he was

“You know how hot your tiger stripes look when i cum on your ass? Or these great tits—”

“SHANKS!?”

He laughs at your shyness,kissing your cheek to then move your face to look at you both in the mirror.

He doesn’t know where the animosity you have against them began but he doesn’t really care to know. The most he wants to do right now is make you forget about it.

“How about i spoil you tonight.” His fingers dancing on your clothed cunt under your skirt, making your back arch a little at how delicate his index and middle finger swirled in your clit,“I want to see every stretch mark you have.”

Shanks reminds you that night that he is with you because of you not because of your stretch marks.

[mcereal]

UNREQUITED

SANJI X F!READER PT 2.

a/n: this is part two of my sanji x reader series, if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you do! :3

Part one

sanji was confused as to why you hadn’t replied. it had been two hours since he had last texted you and he longed to continue his conversation with you, it hurt that it ended so abruptly. had it been something he said? had he offended you? he sat at his desk tapping his pen on the wooden surface, eager for a response or for you to even just open the message.

DING!

the blond haired boy picked up his phone with haste, it wasn’t you. maybe he had read you wrong, maybe you weren’t interested after all.

you laid on your bed restless as to what you should do. you couldn’t deny your attraction to sanji, but you had a boyfriend. “one i don’t even like.” you muttered to yourself, placing your hands on your eyes to block the light from your ceiling bulb. you picked up your phone and opened up google. if anybody were to see what you had looked up, you’re pretty sure you would drop dead.

‘how to break up with somebody.’

you scanned the links of wikiHow, and various other websites. you had never broken up with someone, if you’re tired of a relationship you just stop trying and wait for them to break up with you— just so you can avoid the confrontation and conflict of breaking someone’s heart. once they bring up the idea of breaking up, you say “sure! sounds good!” and go on your merry way.

so breaking up with zoro over sanji is a big deal. and you needed to execute it with upmost precision. you couldn’t be a two timer.

you went to your notes app and wrote a very sappy letter, which you scrapped, then you wrote a very angry letter— which you had to scrap also. finally you wrote a sad letter, were you even trying to break up with him?

you groaned, and kicked your legs on the mattress. what if you just said ‘we’re done.’ simple. straight to the point. and you don’t have to go through the hassle of explaining anything.

oh but what you did was so much worse.

so much fucking worse.

you texted zoro, ‘we should talk.’ and in an instant there was a knock at the door to your single dorm. you froze, had he just teleported? you stood up from your bed and walked over to the door and creaked it open. you boyfriend on the other side holding his phone, reading a message while holding take-out.

zoro looked up from his phone up to you, and turned his phone to face you. “i’m here. what’s there to talk about?” he asked, pushing the door open and letting himself in. why was he here so early? he usually came to your dorm to go to bed at like 1AM it was 10:47PM.

“you’re here early.” you stated, closing the door behind you. zoro plopped himself on your bed, and kicked his shoes off. you groaned knowing your going to have to wash the sheets off his sweat.

zoro groaned as he got himself situated underneath your blankets, “doesn’t matter.” he stated coldly, obviously there being a reason, “what did you want to talk about?” he asked, his eyes closed.

you stood there awkwardly, rocking back and forth and fidgeting with the hems of your pants. “uh.” you stuttered, “how was your day?”

“that’s what you want to talk about? my day?” he replied, lifting his upper body with his forearms, “is that it? seriously?” he continued to question. you felt heat rise to your face, this was harder then the wikiHows said it would be.

you had many words to say but none at all at the same time, you but your inner cheek cursing yourself for not being able to speak. “y-yeah.” you felt embarrassed on how anxiety ridden you must look, zoro could tell you were wanting to say something but frankly didn’t have the guts to say it.

zoro stood up from your bed, putting his shoes back on, “call me when you’re ready to actually speak.” he told you coldly, you didn’t fight. you were relieved that he had left your dorm, more of a reason to break up with him. back when you guys started dating two years ago, you would beg him to stay, even if it were for five more minutes. he would shower you with love and attention, like the romance novels you read. but it slowly descended into a void of nothingness as you recall the times where he walked past you without giving you a peck on your cheek, or wouldn’t reply to your texts, or would ditch you for his good for nothing friends.

remembering the downfall of your relationship forced tears to brim at your eyes, until you heard your phone notifications go off. you grabbed your phone and read the message on your screen.

Sanji 11:04PM

“I hope you have a good night and sweet dreams :)”

Read 11:04PM

at that, hot tears streamed down your face as you squeezed your eyelids shut. you stood there unmoving until you wiped your eyes and replied.

(Y/N) 11:04PM

“goodnight and sweet dreams to you too.”

Liked by Sanji

[chiquititaosita]

maki zenin angel baby ☁️🤍

contents; comfort, slight angst, maki had a nightmare very fluffy. it’s heartwarming another lowrider oldie I’ll put it in here. Because I’m making a baby fic later. lmao.

@honeybleed @abbyslev @mommypieck @killxio @yourrfavzxri @theemrsjaeger @jujuyii @euphofic @roronoaswifey @kazushawty @hqkalon @abbyslev @loonadaworld @sanjis-all-blue @sanjisblackasswife @noritopia @noawithlove tagging my moots because y’all need to read this cute gay shit

waking up jolting from a nightmare out of your shared bed. It’s Makis inner demons from the zen’in clan. As a jujitsu sorcerer, it’s one of the most rewarding yet gut wrenching experiences to have as a result of an occupation. Maki looks over by her left side, seeing her lovely y/n sound asleep. you woke up maki from their nightmare multiple times.. And sounding soft asleep. maki puts up her glasses, and looks at you. after a few minutes she’s watching you tossing and turning in your sleep, Maki is holding you close and rubbing your head “y/n…squishy…”

“Squishy wake up… it’s okay it’s okay I’m here .” You’ll hum softly nodding stretching, when you had to use the bathroom. you’re back in bed from doing your business. “Is everything okay, mami?”

“Y-yeah no everything’s fine-“ y/n tries to cover up the fact she had a nightmare. But she starts to tear up. “No…. No it’s okay.” Y/n wanted to hug maki. And just started crying.

here you are being comforted by maki, she’s been having some bad days, or some nightmares. She’s used to it. However it’s y/n whose more sensitive. “i-i just don’t understand…” y/n would be quivering her lips slightly while crying into her girlfriends lap. feeling all of the overwhelming emotions that she has suppressed of the jujujstu society getting into her system. all of the things that had happened why did it have to be that way. “sometimes things happen like that.”

“It felt so real..” y/n was in tears, and crying being vulnerable with Maki. It’s one of those worst things that had to happen. Maki has already lost her innocence. “You were bleeding out badly..” Maki is holding onto to you tightly. “I can’t lose you again…” y/n muttered against her shoulders, maki began to rub your bag and kiss your forehead softly. “hey hey hey. Y/n.” Maki would speak so softly to you with her honey like voice. “Look at me baby.” your colored eyes looked into Makis dark golden hazel orbs. she’s holding your face with her slender yet delicate hands, that have calloused over the years of her training.

“Im not going anywhere y/n.” Maki would smile as she wipes the tears of your eyes with her thumbs kissing your forehead softly.

“Nor am I ever leaving you for another girl…” you’ll sniffle and wipe your eyes, with your oversized sweatshirt, “why not…I feel like a crybaby…” Y/n mutters sniffling

“because you’re my Angel and my baby. My angel baby.”

“”No one can love me like you can y/n.” Y/n is taking deep breaths and feeling comforted for the first time ever. Maki kisses your stomach. And watches you giggle. “There’s my squishy..” Maki coos at you and peppers your face with kisses.

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @tremendousardency please excuse me while I pound my fists into the pavement, Sanji is too damn adorable!!! Hope you enjoy your date!

Mostly fluff, SFW, Sanji X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC:1.3K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

When you received your blind date match you nearly passed out. A professional chef?? God knows you were not confident in the kitchen. You immediately agreed to the date, eager to meet the handsome blonde that graced the message.

Meeting Sanji was a little intense. You’ve always been the type to self-restrain, even subconsciously. Would you be good enough? Be attractive enough? Would you talk too much or embarrass yourself? Always stressing about one thing or another. You were hoping that going on a date or two would help build your confidence up at the very least. At best, you would meet your perfect match. You saw it as a win either way. You were not, however, expecting your date to fall for you – literally – the second you opened your door.

His gray-blue eyes widened comically as he laid eyes on you. You could have sworn you saw the slender man literally swoon in place.

“_____-chan! That wicked matchmaking medium sent me my match profile but it doesn’t do you even a fraction of justice!” he exclaimed, pupils shaped like hearts. It made you blush deeply.

“Oh, um thank you Mr. Vin—” you smiled warmly but before you could finish your statement, he gently lifted your hand up and placed a kiss over the back.

“Just Sanji, please,” he said.

Sanji drove a little erratically, not able to tear his eyes of you. Thankfully the date location was nearby or you were sure your date would end with you both in the hospital. During the drive you started with the icebreakers in your pamphlet. Getting the formalities out of the way as you got the basic gist of who Sanji Vinsmoke is and vice versa.

You were shocked to learn he was former royalty. He had given up his birthright to live his dream as a chef, something that thoroughly disgusted his family. As a child, he ran away from his lavish home and through many trials, found a new home and family. With none other than Chef Zeff, the most famous cook in the country who owned his own massive, exclusive restaurant right in the town you lived in.

Car parked, Sanji offered you the crook of his elbow as he carried a massive picnic basket in his free hand. You offered to help carry the blanket but he steadfastly refused. Opting to roll it over his shoulders instead. You were hesitant in accepting his arm but you relinquished that inner anxiety and slipped your hand through the opening he left you. While the two of you walked arm-in-arm down the garden path, it was your turn to talk about yourself.

By the time you made it to the private pond, Sanji learned about your passions, your mild interests, your favorite pastimes, and a bit of your own family history. He listened to you speak, only interjecting to question you more in depth about the things you spoke on or asking for clarification on the things he wasn’t sure he understood. He was beyond polite and you were thrilled that he was the type of person who actively listened.

Together, you placed the blanket down and unpacked the wicker basket. Sanji had prepared everything: the light finger sandwiches, the fresh fruit that was cut into heart shapes, a delicious salad with homemade dressing, caprese skewers, a small charcuterie board, a bottle of real champagne on ice and two thermoses; one with still hot tea and the other with cold water.

The food was delicious and light, it was the perfect meal for an outdoor date such at this. The weather was not too hot nor chilly, a somewhat cloudy day that partially blocked the sun but still left the sky bright. You both played the games inside the pamphlet, excited to learn more about each other and laugh together.

“Never have I ever…cooked a perfect meal,” you giggled, finishing your champagne flute.

Sanji gaped at you, “_____-chan, that was personal!” as he brought down his last finger, effectively losing the game. You laughed again, shrugging your shoulders casually.

“I’m not a very good cook so yeah, I picked low hanging fruit.”

“Cooking is a skill; I certainly wasn’t very good when I first started out. I also didn’t have an audience to taste teste and help me improve like I do now. I’m happy and privileged to be in a place where I found someone who not only adopted me into his family but also taught me everything I needed to know about being a man and chef.”

“I like your honesty, your authenticity,” you blurted out, eyes bugging a little at the sudden confession.

His eyes grew wide before he shut them close, a wide smile forming on his face.

“I like your personality and forwardness. Not afraid to say what you mean and standing by your convictions. Even if you try to shy away from it sometimes,” he chuckled as your hands tucked under your thighs.

“What are your deal breakers?” you ask.

“Hmmm. I would have to say…abusive behavior, maltreatment of food, and,” his face flushed, “people trying to get me to quit smoking. I’m a Frenchman through and through, I can’t change who I am. What about you, ______?”

You looked thoughtfully at him, “hmm well I don’t super love smoking but I wouldn’t dismiss anyone because of their vices, especially when there are much worse ones. My dealbreakers are, inability to express emotions, close-mindedness, and full blown chatterboxes. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed when someone can’t slow down for a moment of peace or silence.”

Sanji nodded his head, smiling as you explained yourself.

“I think a lot of people have things that do or don’t work for them and that’s ok. Although I am relieved to hear so far that we don’t appear to dealbreakers for each other, thus far anyways.”

You nodded in agreement, turning your head to the side when the wind picked up harshly. The two of you had been enjoying each other’s company that you hadn’t noticed the gray clouds that crept over the sky.

“Damn weather coming to rain on our parade,” he glared at the clouds. “I should take you home, don’t want you getting sick because of my selfish desire to continue our date,” he sighed.

It wasn’t how you anticipated it to end but you didn’t say anything as the two of you cleaned up your spot and walked back to the car. Though it was a bit of a rushed walk, Sanji did pause a few times to let you admire certain plants or little critters running around the flowerbeds. He squatted down to offer some squirrels the leftover cranberries and pecans from the salad dish and it made your heart do backflips.

The drive back to your home was peaceful. You conversed with each other a little but when the rain got heavy Sanji chose to focus on driving, making sure not to hit any potholes or swerve too sharply to make you sick. It allowed you time to contemplate your next move.

He held the blanket over both of you while he escorted you to your door. Pulling out your keys, you jumped when out of the corner of your eye you saw branches of lightning strike down followed by an immediate roar of thunder.

“Sanji?” he quirked his curly eyebrow at you, waiting for you to find the words you wanted to speak.

“I had a lovely time with you but I can’t knowingly let you drive in such awful weather. If you’re free and would like to, you can come inside and we can continue our date? I have plenty of DVD choices and games on my console,” you offered anxiously. Those intrusive thoughts were starting to peak in your mind as they did before your date started.

Sanji looked surprised for a moment before his eyes became heart shaped again, “_____-chan you’re so thoughtful! I would love to spend more time with you! I’ll watch any movie or play any game; you name it and I’m yours!” he excitedly chattered.

You smiled warmly at him as a cute blush spread on your face. You unlocked your front door and invited him inside, eager to see how the rest of your date would play out.

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Interactive ZoSan fanfic. Ch.01

AN:

Hello dear Straw Hearts!

So here we begin our journey with the first chapter of the interactive ZoSan fanfic. Please remember that I am not a writer and English is not my native language. But I will try and I hope we all have fun. I have some ideas but your choices are what decide where the story goes. In the vote, you chose that our story will take place in the canonical One Piece setting. But since I have not yet seen many events and am not familiar with all the characters (I only just met Brook in the anime at the time of writing this but I happily spoiled some things for myself so I know roughly Sanji's story), my vision may conflict with canon. There may also be spoilers here, so be careful. This first chapter is just setting up the scene.

 If you prefer to read on AO3, then the first chapter is here.

This is also beta-readed by wonderful @dad-cahoon ! Thank you so much for your help!

So, without further ado, buckle up and let our journey begin!👀

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-= My 4am Sun =-

Ch.01 "Distraction and consequences"

Sanji really thinks that Zoro will be the end of him one day. One way or the other. He's such a distraction. And he doesn't even know about it. And Sanji would never tell him. His sword work is blinding. Every time it catches the light and the glare hurts his eyes and Sanji hates it. He hates how it makes him freeze and silently demands “look at me.” 

Look at me. 

Look.

And Sanji looks.

Because he can't not.

And he stares.

Because no one really knows but Sanji loves.

He loves endlessly all the big and small things in this world that he finds beautiful. And now he loves how the 4am sun embraces the swordsman and grazes the steel of his swords. It stole the breath away from him in the same way it did on that momentous day when Zoro took a blow from Mihawk with his arms open and his gaze determined. Something shifted in him that day. Something sparkled and he treasures it still, keeps safe deep in his heart. Sanji will never admit it but Zoro became someone special to him that day. Someone he looked up to and strived to become in some way. Zoro was strong, passionate, and a man of his word. He was ready to follow his dream no matter what. Sanji was the same in some parts. Objectively speaking he was strong and passionate himself, but he always lacked self confidence. He always sought so much less of himself. Although It was always compensated for by him trying his best. And actually doing his best no matter what circumstances he was in (no, we are not talking about his weakness for women in this house). But nevertheless, Sanji was almost always blind to his own achievements. He never praised himself, even a little, and took the praise of others as if it was the biggest treasure. He never thought of himself as deserving anything good but still he dreamed of kindness and love and friendship.. 

And he always wanted to be friends with Zoro. And after all these years, he kind of thought they were. Even though from an outsider's view their friendship looked more like hatred, in reality it was just rivalry and they both loved it, at least Sanji thought Zoro liked it too. 

Sanji enjoyed their bickering and fights, he truly did. But there were times when he could get tired of it. In those moments he really wished they could have a “calm” friendship. Sanji tried from time to time to guide their relationship in that direction, but Zoro never got the message. It always ended up with sharp jokes, insults, or fights and every time Sanji–with an inner sigh–followed Zoro's lead. 

But also Zoro sometimes surprised Sanji by looking weirdly happy, or even proud when seeing the cook coming to the fight scene. It really throws Sanji off every time because he doesn't know what to think of it. It is too weird. And other times Sanji thinks that Zoro may even care for him. Like that time on the sea train when Zoro screamed at him to not go along further and wait for them because it was too dangerous. Of course it was turned into a joke in the end, but nevertheless. And if Sanji would be honest it drives him crazy every time. Every time he thinks they may have their “ordinary friendship” moment, Zoro snatched it away as fast as his swordwork. And once again Sanji sighs and goes along. Although to be fair, Sanji himself often starts the fight or bites first so he has nothing to complain about, really. Right?

Right.

So, he's completely okay with not having a normal friendship with the stupid mosshead.

It's only fair, he thinks. And dives down at the last moment, barely avoiding a killing blow from the enemy. It's a really bad idea to be distracted right now, in the middle of the battle on the deck of their ship. Sanji was actually starting to feel tired, and not only him, judging by the way others were fighting. The attack happened suddenly, late at night. A huge ship appeared as if out of nowhere, fortunately Zoro, who was on watch, quickly raised everyone. Their opponents were fast and tiring. And there were many of them. Although the entire attack was strange, as if they had a specific goal unknown to the Straw Hat Pirates. And their captain hasn't even shown up yet. They were also terribly silent, making the atmosphere of the battle sickeningly depressing and oppressive. Sanji and everyone else were used to the fact that their opponents were usually loud, demanding attention to their person, no matter how deadly, the atmosphere was almost always like a chicken coop fight. Noisy, bright and reckless. That's probably why Luffy loved these moments so much. He had a lot of fun, of course, when the situation wasn't life-threatening for his nakama. But now even their captain looked out of place. 

Suddenly, Sanji felt a long-forgotten but familiar chill running down his back. That kind of dark anxiety that cannot be explained because there is no reason for it.. But nevertheless, something inside begins to scream heart-rendingly, “run!”

And perhaps Sanji would have run, if in the next moment he had not felt a firm push of someone's palm to his back. Everything around seemed to freeze for a moment, for one painful heartbeat. The place where palm touched felt numb, but after a moment there was a tingling spreading throughout his body along with an increasing ringing in his ears. His head started to hurt. For a second he thought something had snapped inside him and a terrible heat exploded. He couldn't even scream.

He took a breath.

And blinked. 

And time seemed to rush forward again, drowning him in a cacophony of sounds

He felt confused. What just happened? Where was he? What was he doing?… Why is it so light already?

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a familiar voice next to him.

"Hey Sanji! I'm terribly hungry, can you cook something? No, not something, meat! A lot of meat!" Luffy slapped him on the shoulder as he passed by, making him step forward from the force of the impact. He shouldn't have though. Of course, their captain was many times stronger than any of them, but such a movement should not have moved Sanji so easily. He almost lost his balance. He felt shaken.

He blinked again, gritting his teeth and realizing that there was no cigarette in his mouth. He couldn't light a new one though. Not now, when his hands are shaking so much, hastily hidden in his pockets.

He looked around. Everyone went in different directions. The battle was over, they were moving away from the smoking ship of the unknown pirates behind them. Judging by the sun, it was now about eight in the morning. He lost time.

He lost time.

Sanji swallowed nervously. He should think about something else. He can't spiral  now. He can't fall apart. Not here where everyone can see him. He must be just tired... There is no reason to worry and especially no reason to give others reasons to worry. It sounded stupid even in his own head, but he has no choice but to persuade himself like this at such moments. He has a lot of practice. He just needs to hold on a little longer. 

And he will. 

He always does.

He exhaled, glad that Luffy did not wait for his answer and apparently did not notice his confusion. He will think about everything later, but now he needs to get to breakfast. Everyone is probably terribly exhausted and needs to replenish their strength. Sanji would make them the best breakfast he could. Something from rice. And not at all because the stupid Marimo loves rice dishes. Again. Sanji will never admit it, but he loves to surprise that stupid swordsman. He feels it as a small victory and grins proudly every time he sees that he likes his food.

He thought to himself as he walked to the kitchen and desperately tried to ignore the trembling which threatened to take over all of him. Nervousness was creeping through his entire body and as soon as the door to his personal temple slammed shut, hiding Sanji from prying eyes, he leaned against it wearily, hastily taking out a new cigarette and lighting it. It took him several attempts before a small flame touched the tobacco tip. He took a drag and exhaled, closing his eyes and resting the back of his head on the wooden surface.

He lost time. A few hours. What happened at that time? Has he passed out? Is he even awake now? No, no. He can't go there. He will drive himself crazy. He can't afford it. He must trust his crew. If he's passed out and it's a dream, they'll wake him up. If not, then to hell with it. Whatever happened during the lost time is not so important if no one asked him about it. 

As if in mockery, the hand mark on his back reminded him of itself with an already familiar numbness, as if someone else's palm was still touching him. It was disgusting.

"Fuck." His hand hit the wall before he even thought about what he was doing. He desperately tried to convince himself that everything was okay, but the truth is that he is scared to the guts. Sanji takes a breath and relaxes the fingers that he hadn’t noticed he had clenched into a fist.

Okay…

Okay.

Breakfast.

Taking another drag from his cigarette and exhaling through his nose, Sanji determinedly headed to the countertop, gathering the necessary ingredients as he went. After washing his hands, he took out a cutting board and a knife, forcing his hands to stop shaking, feeling the pressure in the back of his head starting to build up again. It made his ears ring disgustingly. He ignored it, clenching the cigarette between his teeth and starting to chop the vegetables. He will do what he should do. For what he became a member of this crew. Sanji would not allow himself to be a burden or a problem for this team. For his team, he corrected himself. Because he's part of it. He should not forget or deny it, even if at times he considers himself unworthy. 

His knife made the first “knock”, cutting through the vegetables and connecting with the board. 

It sounded oddly muffled.

He blinked.

Sanji watched dumbfoundedly as something was burning in a frying pan. He choked on his breath, dropping the extinguished cigarette from his mouth and hurried to turn off the heat, putting the frying pan aside. Feeling the world shift from the sudden movement, he hurried to grab the countertop to steady himself. A cold shiver ran through his body, his heart was pounding wildly, and his bones and muscles ached as if he had just taken a severe beating. Sanji sucked in a raspy breath, watching with incomprehension as dark blood dripped onto the surface of his precious kitchen, staining it. He touched his face, feeling the warm stickiness running down his lips and chin. 

This was wrong. 

He never bled out of the blue.

Sanji heard laughter coming from somewhere outside and winced. He hurried to the sink, washing the blood from his face and then wiped the countertop with a napkin, tossing it in the trash and throwing the scraps on top. 

He almost sank to the floor after that, but kept himself on his feet, making an incomprehensible quiet whining sound through his teeth, full of anger and something deeply painful. 

He felt weak. 

Again. 

He didn't understand what was happening or why. 

He will be a burden to them. 

He did not want that. 

Fucking hell. 

He didn't want it.

His eyes stung, but he took a breath. He must stop.

Breakfast.

He looked around the kitchen. Everything was ready, all that remained was to set the table.

Whatever happened to him during the lost time, his body apparently continued to work. That was good.

A small mercy.

He took another breath and lit another cigarette. His body ached, but felt calmer. It felt as if it was healing. Maybe it was. 

Okay.

He will set the table, get through breakfast and then decide what to do.

He's not weak. Not anymore. He can handle it.

Sanji felt something was torn somewhere in his body, he felt cold. He spat the blood into the sink and washed it off with water. 

He'll get through this, damn it.

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TBC.

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