#The spices of the sea (Sanji)

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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Sanji flirts with every woman he meets, yet with you, there’s nothing. No swooning, no sweet words, not even a blush. It leaves you wondering… why do you seem invisible to him?

Word Count: ~2,200

tag: fluff

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——

The first time you stepped onto the Thousand Sunny, Sanji didn’t faint. He didn’t sprout hearts from his eyes or launch into poetic flattery. He simply… nodded.

“Welcome aboard,” he said politely, adjusting his tie.

That was it. No roses, no flirty remarks, no swooning. Just a brief greeting.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You had just joined the crew after all, and you weren’t expecting a grand entrance. But when Nami casually mentioned it later, it stuck with you.

“Wow, he didn’t even drool this time. You might be the first.”

You laughed along, but deep down, it left a small ache in your chest.

It wasn’t like you expected anything. You’d joined as a mapkeeper and assistant navigator, someone quiet and observant. But it was hard not to notice the way Sanji practically worshipped every woman who stepped on board. Robin always had coffee before she even asked. Nami had a seat pulled out for her every meal. You?

You got a plate and a soft “here you go.” No nicknames. No sparkles.

So you told yourself: You’re just not his type.

And it was fine. Or at least, you pretended it was.

——

Zoro saw it first. Sanji, standing outside the galley one morning, tray in hand, just… staring.

You were down the hall, laughing at something Luffy said. The sun caught your face just right, and Sanji? He froze like an idiot.

“Oi, cook,” Zoro muttered. “You gonna serve that or stand there drooling?”

Sanji flinched and muttered a curse. “Shut up. I’m just—checking the balance of the tray.”

“Uh huh.”

Zoro didn’t buy it. Over the next week, he started noticing the pattern.

Whenever you were around, Sanji got weirdly quiet. When you entered the kitchen, he found a reason to leave. When you complimented the food, he thanked you and turned away, ears pink.

“You’ve got it bad,” Zoro told him one night.

Sanji lit a cigarette and stared at the sea. “She’s not like the others.”

“Because she doesn’t punch you for being a perv?”

“No. Because she actually sees me.”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “You’re such a sap.”

“…Maybe.”

——

You leaned over the kitchen counter one afternoon, watching Sanji stir a pot.

“That smells incredible,” you said, inhaling.

He stiffened. “You… think so?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know how you always get the seasoning so perfect.”

His fingers fumbled the spoon. “Years of practice. Tasting. Balancing—uh, it’s not that hard.”

You tilted your head. “You always downplay it around me.”

“What?”

“You’re proud when Nami compliments you. You give Robin full ingredient breakdowns. But when I say something, you get all weird.”

He coughed awkwardly, grabbing the salt. “I—I do not.”

“You do,” you said softly, the joke falling flat as something in your chest twisted. “It’s fine, though. I guess I’m not really… your type.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. And for a moment, the kitchen felt too quiet. You busied yourself with brushing crumbs off the counter, trying to act like it didn’t matter.

But it did.

You’d seen the way Sanji looked at every other woman—stars in his eyes, endless flattery, a poetic streak a mile wide. Meanwhile, you got nods. Maybe a smile if you were lucky. No pet names. No swooning. You couldn’t help but wonder if something about you just didn’t measure up.

Too plain. Too quiet. Not glamorous enough.

Maybe he just didn’t see you the way you saw him.

Sanji didn’t say anything for a long beat. Then his voice came, low and strange.

“…You’re not boring. You’re the opposite of boring.”

You looked at him, surprised.

“What’s that mean?”

But he was already moving again, pretending to focus on a tray of bread as his face turned red.

“I’ve got stuff in the oven,” he said quickly, already backing toward the pantry. “Gotta check the spice rack. Or… something.”

And just like that, he was gone.

You stood in the kitchen alone, staring after him, your heart a tangle of confusion.

You weren’t sure what hurt more—that he kept running from you…

Or the possibility that it wasn’t rejection at all.

Just something deeper he didn’t know how to name.

——

“Nami,” you said quietly one night, sitting beneath the stars, “Do you think… I’m Sanji’s type?”

Nami blinked. “What?”

You shrugged. “He’s never flirted with me. Not once. I figured… I don’t know. Maybe I’m not pretty enough.”

Nami stared at you like you’d lost your mind. “Are you kidding? Sanji blushes so hard when you enter the room, he has to stir soup just to calm down.”

You frowned. “What?”

“He’s obsessed with you.”

You shook your head. “But he doesn’t even talk to me half the time.”

Nami sighed. “Exactly. That’s how you know it’s real. You’ve seen him flirt—he lays it on thick when it’s easy. With you, it’s not.”

“…Why?”

“Because you matter,” Nami said simply. “You’re not a crush. You’re you.”

And suddenly, all the quiet glances, the silence, the fumbling—it made sense.

——

It was raining on the next island. You pulled your hood tighter and jogged ahead, boots splashing through puddles as you helped Nami carry supplies back to the ship.

Sanji was waiting at the docks, umbrella in hand. The second he saw you, something shifted.

Everything slowed.

He watched you running through the rain, hair damp, laughing, cheeks pink from the cold. Your eyes found his—and for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

He held the umbrella out as you ducked beneath it beside him.

“Thanks,” you murmured, catching your breath.

He stared.

“Sanji?”

He blinked. “Y-Yeah. You’re welcome.”

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

“…I’m doomed,” he muttered.

You laughed. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “Let’s get inside before you catch cold.”

——

You found him in the kitchen later that night, leaning against the counter, cigarette unlit between his fingers.

“You always stare at me like that when I’m not looking?” you asked.

He jumped. “W-What?!”

You smiled. “Zoro told me. And Nami. And Chopper.”

He groaned. “Traitors.”

“Why don’t you flirt with me?” you asked softly.

He swallowed. “Because I can’t.”

“Why not?”

He looked up, eyes burning. “Because you’re not a fantasy, Y/N. You’re real. You laugh when I’m stupid and smile when I’m quiet and I—” he broke off, voice low, “—I don’t want to screw it up.”

You stepped forward.

“What if I told you it’s okay to be nervous? That I see you, too?”

He stared.

“And what if I said I like the version of you that gets shy more than the one who flirts?”

He dropped the cigarette.

“I’d say…” he whispered, “…that’s the best lie I’ve ever heard.”

You grinned.

“It’s not a lie.”

——

The next morning, he pulled out your chair at breakfast.

“Good morning, my sunshine,” he said dramatically, hand over his heart.

You raised an eyebrow.

“You flirting with me now?”

He smirked, blush rising. “Maybe I’m just making up for lost time.”

Zoro groaned. “He’s back.”

But this time, Sanji didn’t wink at Nami or flirt with Robin.

He just kept stealing glances at you.

And when you caught him, instead of looking away, he smiled.

Because for once, he wasn’t scared.

[kultofkorii]

─ Too Tight, Too Much

yandere! luffy x gn! reader

• fic type: oneshot

• summary: you felt like a burden to the strawhat pirate who constantly grew stronger by the day, especially Luffy. So you decided to do them a service by leaving the crew, little did you know Luffy doesn't like to let go.

• word count: 2.3k

• warnings: obsessive tendencies, kidnapping, possessive physical touch [nonsexual]

• a/n: I forgot to post this, sorry chat 🧍‍♀️,, also can be read as platonic or romantic. Also also,, I tried something different w/ this writing style! ^^

The decision had been made long before you ever set foot on that island. It wasn’t a fleeting impulse, nor was it born from doubt in Luffy’s dream. You believed in him—more than anything.

But belief wasn’t enough.

You saw the way the others grew stronger, how their names carried weight across the sea, how they each carved their place into history with their own hands. Zoro’s blade could cut through steel. Sanji’s legs burned brighter than the sun. Robin could summon a thousand hands to break an army.

And you?

You had no grand ambitions, no great power. No Devil Fruit, no Haki, no title whispered in fear. You weren’t weak, but you weren’t enough.

So you made your choice.

It was easier than you thought it would be. The town was alive with music and laughter, lanterns swinging in the ocean breeze. The crew was lost in their own celebrations—Zoro and Sanji already in the middle of another argument, Usopp animatedly recounting some grand tale, Chopper stuffing himself with sweets. Luffy was in the center of it all, as he always was, grinning wildly, a beverage in one hand and a drumstick in the other.

It was the perfect moment. He was happy.

Distracted.

You turned away before doubt could creep in. Your steps were silent, your presence barely a whisper in the wind as you moved through the streets. No hesitation, no second thoughts. You told yourself you were doing the right thing.

That this was for the best.

But deep down, you knew the truth.

Luffy would never forgive you for this. And you would never forgive yourself.

••••

The island had been peaceful. A quiet little stop along the trade routes, where merchants gathered to restock their ships, exchange goods, and barter over prices with a mix of tenacity and exhaustion. The scent of salt and various spices hung heavy in the air, blending with the distant hum of the waves.

You had taken up temporary work guarding one of the ships docked there—a simple trade of protection for passage. The work was easy enough. A watchful eye, a firm stance, and most left you alone. You were a ghost passing through, a nameless traveler in a sea of transient faces.

Or so you thought.

After fulfilling your end of the bargain with your employer and receiving your pay, you found yourself wandering the market area, searching for an inn. The moment your boots met the soft dirt of the market, something in the air shifted. It was subtle at first, a prickling sensation along the back of your neck, a whisper of something inevitable.

Then you felt it—him.

His presence wasn’t loud or forceful, but it was all-consuming. Overwhelming. Undeniable. And when you lifted your gaze, there he was. Luffy stood in the middle of the bustling street, his straw hat tilted slightly back, dark eyes shining beneath its brim. His grin stretched wide, the same carefree expression you had seen a thousand times before, as if no time had passed at all.

“Y/n!”

His voice shattered the din of the marketplace, rising above the merchants’ calls and the chatter of weary travelers. It was raw, unfiltered joy—too much joy.

Your muscles tensed.

For a moment, you considered running. You could slip into the crowd, weave through the alleyways, disappear before he got any closer. You had done it before. You could do it again. But your feet refused to move.

Because to run would be cruel. Even for you.

You watched as he closed the distance between you with long, eager strides, his sandals slapping against the dirt road. His arms were already outstretched, reaching, claiming.

And then, he was there.

The force of his embrace nearly knocked the air from your lungs. His arms wrapped around you like iron bands, pulling you in against the familiar heat of his body. He smelled like the sea, like sun-warmed cotton and something undeniably Luffy.

He held you tight. Too tight.

A moment passed. Then another.

Slowly, you exhaled, allowing your hands to lift—to rest lightly against his back. Not quite returning the embrace, but not rejecting it either. Luffy made a sound—a breathy, contented sigh—as if something within him had finally settled.

Then he pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers still curled against the fabric of your shirt. His eyes burned bright, his grin never wavering.

"I knew I’d see you again," Luffy said, his voice warm and bright, like he had never once doubted this moment.

His arms were locked around you, his grip firm—too firm—as if he thought you might slip away if he let go. His fingers pressed into your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you aware. His breath was warm against your shoulder, carrying the scent of salt and something faintly sweet, like the remnants of a half-eaten meal.

“You’re back now.”

Your lips parted, the words forming before you could decide whether you even wanted to say them. “I—”

“I missed you.”

The words came quickly, cutting off whatever you might’ve said. Luffy met your gaze, his expression unguarded, open. His dark eyes gleamed beneath the brim of his hat, wide and too bright, like the sun reflecting off the waves. There was something in them—something you couldn’t quite place—and it sent a slow prickle down your spine.

You had known Luffy since childhood. You had seen him angry, sad, frustrated. You had seen him laugh until he couldn’t breathe. But this? This was different.

And it made your chest feel too tight.

Luffy continued to grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers twitched against your sleeve, then tightened, his knuckles going white for just a fraction of a second before his grip relaxed again.

"Come on," he said, his voice light, casual, like this was any other day. Like you hadn’t left. Like he hadn’t spent who-knows-how-long searching for you. "The others are here, they’ll be happy to see you!"

You opened your mouth—to protest, to ask him to slow down, to breathe—but the words never left your throat.

Because before you could decide what to say, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

And this time, he didn’t let go.

There was no force behind his grip, no sharp tug that demanded movement. But it was firm.

Unrelenting.

Final.

You hesitated. Just for a second.

That second was too long.

Luffy moved, and you moved with him, pulled effortlessly into his stride as he led you through the streets.

The market blurred around you—the murmur of voices, the clang of metal, the scent of spices and fresh bread—all of it faded into the background beneath the steady press of his hand.

People turned as you passed, their gazes flickering to the infamous Straw Hat Captain. Some whispered, some pointed, but Luffy didn’t even glance their way.

His attention was locked solely on you.

And for the first time since you’d known him, you weren’t sure if that was a good thing.

••••

The reunion was warm. Too warm.

The moment Luffy dragged you into the familiar chaos of the crew, you were engulfed. Arms thrown around your shoulders, voices overlapping, laughter echoing through the air. It was suffocating in its sincerity.

Zoro was the first to acknowledge you, though in typical fashion, he kept it brief. A smirk pulled at his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Took you long enough,” he said, voice even, as if he had expected this outcome from the start.

Nami let out an exaggerated sigh, placing a hand on her hip. “You owe me for the stress you put me through,” she scolded, though there was no real anger behind her words.

Just relief.

Sanji, on the other hand, was all action. The moment you were seated, a plate was shoved in front of you, the aroma of a perfectly prepared meal filling your senses. “You’re too thin, Y/n-chan,” he fussed, already halfway to the kitchen to fetch more. “Have you even been eating properly?”

Usopp puffed out his chest, his hands gesturing wildly. “You should’ve seen what I did the other day! You’d have been impressed, I swear! I took down this massive sea beast with just—” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing. “Wait. Where were you, anyway?”

Before you could answer, Chopper had scrambled onto the chair beside you, pressing small hooves against your arm, his face scrunched in concern. “You’re healthy, at least,” he murmured, checking you over despite your insistence that you were fine.

Robin smiled knowingly from her seat, eyes studying you as if she already understood the story you hadn’t told.

Franky let out a booming laugh, giving you a hearty pat on the back that nearly sent you tumbling forward. “Took off on your own adventure, huh? Well, welcome back, bro!”

Brook, ever the performer, strummed at his guitar. “Ah, Y/n-san, I would ask if you missed me, but alas, I have no heart to feel longing, yohohoho~!”

Jinbe hummed lightly in approval, his eyes looking at you over the steaming cup of tea he'd raised towards his lips. "It is nice to have you back with it, Y/n."

It was almost too easy to fall back into place.

Almost.

Because Luffy never let go.

His eyes never left you, even as he laughed at Usopp’s exaggerated storytelling or tore through his usual mountain of food. His attention remained anchored to you, sharp and unwavering.

Every time you moved, his gaze followed. Every time you spoke, his attention sharpened. And then there was his touch. Fleeting, but constant.

A hand on your wrist when you reached for your drink. A brush of fingers against your shoulder when he leaned in to listen. The back of your shirt tugged absently when you shifted in your seat.

By the end of the night, you felt the weight of it. “I should go,” you finally said, standing up from the table. “I have a room at an inn.”

For a moment, just a second, something flickered in Luffy’s expression. A shadow, a hint of something unreadable, something wrong.

Then, just as quickly, his grin returned, wide and bright. “Alright,” he said, easy as ever. “I’ll see you later.”

Not goodbye.

Not see you around.

I’ll see you later.

But you didn’t think much of it.

Not then.

••••

You had fallen asleep easily, exhaustion pulling you under the moment your head hit the pillow. The day had been long, full of laughter and conversation, the warmth of old friends pressing in on you from every side.

You had thought you were safe.

But when you woke up, something was wrong. The air smelled different—saltier, thick with the scent of the open sea. The faint trace of damp wood and metal drifted into your senses, something familiar, yet out of place.

The bed was softer, the sheets heavier, and when you shifted, you could feel the subtle sway beneath you. The sound of waves was louder—too close, too steady.

Your stomach twisted.

Your eyes snapped open, and as your vision adjusted to the dim morning light filtering through the room, the cold weight of realization settled over you. This wasn’t the inn.

This was the Thousand Sunny.

More than that—this was the Captain’s Quarters.

Your breath came slow, controlled, even as the unease crept up your spine. You sat up carefully, scanning the space, noting every detail—your bag tucked in the corner, your shoes neatly placed by the door, as if you had never left. As if you had always been here.

The door creaked open.

“Morning!” Luffy’s voice was warm, easy, as if this were just another day on the ship. As if nothing was wrong.

He stood in the doorway, his straw hat pushed back slightly, dark hair ruffled from sleep. His grin was the same as always—wide, bright, too full of something you couldn’t name.

“Sanji made breakfast,” he added, stepping inside like this was normal.

Like this was where you belonged.

You stared at him.

Your expression didn’t change, your voice remained steady. “Luffy.” He tilted his head slightly, his bare feet padding softly across the wooden floor as he closed the space between you.

“Why am I here?” you asked. Luffy blinked, as if the question itself didn’t make sense to him. “Because this is where you’re supposed to be.”

Supposed to be.

You exhaled slowly, forcing down the cold weight pressing against your chest. “You took me from the island.”

Luffy laughed.

Not a nervous chuckle. Not a guilty one.

A simple, carefree laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You fell asleep, so I brought you home.”

Your fingers curled slightly against the sheets. “…You should’ve asked.”

“I didn’t have to.”

His certainty was unshakable. And that’s what made your stomach turn.

Luffy moved closer, his warmth radiating off him in waves. His hand landed on your shoulder, a light press of fingers—too warm, too heavy. But then, he curled his fingers.

Not enough to hurt. But enough to hold.

“Now that you’re back,” he murmured, “I can keep going.” You didn’t breathe for a moment.

Your lips parted slightly, a rare display of emotion flickering across your features.

Luffy’s grip tightened just a fraction.

“You’re my Emperor,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t be Pirate King without you.”

Your heart thumped, slow and heavy.

The weight of his words settled over you like an anchor.

Your lips parted, words forming before you could stop them. “…You don’t need me, Luffy.” He grinned. Wide. Too wide. “Yeah, I do!”

His hand slid down your arm, fingers tracing your skin, slow, deliberate. He didn’t grab. He didn’t pull.

But he didn’t let go.

Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, his thumb brushing lazily against your pulse.

Outside, the ship rocked gently with the waves. The world stretched endlessly in every direction, open and unreachable.

You weren’t on that island anymore.

And you wouldn’t be again.

Luffy turned toward the door, still holding your wrist, still smiling like nothing was wrong. “C’mon,” he said. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Your eyes flickered to his face, taking in the curve of his lips, the shadow in his gaze, the way he held you like he was afraid you might disappear again.

Your expression remained unreadable. But deep inside, something twisted.

This was Luffy.

And Luffy never let go.

[4rticbolt]

Bitterspicy? |Master-List|

Sanji x !Fem!Reader, fluff, crack, swearing, bubbly clumsy reader, cuteness aggression, one-shot

You check out what Sanji’s making and get a little too curious…

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You glided down the hall, hopping down the stairs as you excitedly made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to tell the cook you’d caught a fish. Or—well, somewhat, it was a flounder of the sorts, a mixed half-seabeast that left the scaredy cat trio utterly petrified.

Regardless, it’d been a fight to reel in, but thanks to the boys it hadn’t been too much of an issue—to you at-least. Your pole had been the lucky one, and you’d gladly handed it over to Luffy who’d been happy to eat it.

The sea-beast was large, large enough to keep a steady food supply for a week—that is if the captain didn’t eat it.

Swiftly passing the kitchen doors, a heavenly smell drafted through. Something similar to curry, maybe with peppers, left a comforting sense to your nose along with the herbs. You smiled, swinging yourself around the service hatch.

“Sanji! Guess what I caught,” you pipped, hanging on the corner.

“Hm? What’d you catch love?” his tone was gentle, using something he only used for you.

Sanji’s back was turned, and you couldn’t help but notice how nice his tux carved to his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled, accentuating his fore-arms that left your mouth watering.

Gosh, he could be so clueless. Or he couldn’t. You could never tell with him, from teasing to showing off to acting oblivious and naive he was a mix of the three.

“I have no idea,” you muttered, coming up behind him. Along the counter, your attention drifted to the organized ingredients he’d aligned in black and white bowls.

“It’s big and scaly though,” you shifted a bowl to check its contents, curious to what it was. “I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s weird. It has whiskers like a cat—but it looks like a pufferfish mixed with a halibut.”

He hummed softly in response.

“Oh, and it was really snappy too. You shoulda’ seen Usopp, he was terrified,” you laughed, leaning over to smell some of them. Your nose was immediately assaulted with spice and warmth, and you careened back.

Sanji nodded, listening with a smile. Your laughter was music to his ears, and he’d wished he could replay it over and over.

“Big and scaly? Did you catch a sea king?”

“No, I don’t think so, Robin said it’s high in protein though. She even pulled out a fancy fish-log to make sure.”

“Hm, well that sounds promising, good job Love we needed that,” he praised, stirring a pot he’d only break out for stews and curries.

The acknowledgment flew over your head as you sniffed a bowl’s contents, grown oblivious to the use of his affectionate tones. He threw love and praises like a child blowing dandelion seeds, leaving fluttering white fuzzlies of positivity you’d sprout from.

“Thank you,” you chirped, popping carelessly beside him.

“Zoro’s cutting it down for us now actually, so you don’t have to. I figured you were busy making something,” you jumped, leaning into his side, creeping slowly to check the food you so craved. You always knew it’d look good, but that didn’t change the fact you still wanted to see it.

The steam hit you like a burning fog, making your eyes water.

“Finally, moss-head’s actually pulling his weight,” he snarked, hovering his hand to quickly shield your face.

“Careful it’s hot sweetheart.”

“Yeah I know, it just smells good.” you shrugged, wandering back over to the small dishes.

The mindless compliment sent his heart racing, and his eyes turned to hearts. “Why thank you my Angel, you’re too kind.” He swirled, mixing the turmeric colored dish.

“Of course,” you muttered, sniffing a spoon of something you expected to be sweet, but it stung, yet again leaving your eyes to water.

You dropped the spoon, leaning back, coughing slightly.

“Phew, the fuck is that?”

“Oh? Those are the chillies,” he laughed, adding some cloves to the pot, keeping casual in your presence. You joined often in the kitchen, appearing time and time again and it’d just become a norm between you too. He watched as you inspected, he told, and you helped. It was a sweet balance, teetering on the edge of chaos with your clumsiness. Rather blunt recklessness in his opinion. But he’d loved you the same.

He found it endearing.

Though, this time you’d inspected a bowl of something sweet. Stark contrast to chilies and cayenne peppers from before, you simply wanted to taste. And the thought had been to quick to stop.

Your eyes wandered, purely drawn to Sanji’s fluent skills. Chopping vegetables and chicken so perfectly, it put his knives to shame.

You’d ironically been mesmerized, due to the fact he was so slim and tall, manly, and the literally epitome of a gentleman. Yet he worked with knives and food like a ballerina to her shoes.

Lost in the maze of your admiration, you’d mindlessly put a bit too much on the spoon to try, and the bitterness hit hard. You hadn’t paid attention, and now you payed the price.

A muffled cough sounded throughout the kitchen, and a hand flew to cover it, but it was too late. Your eyes watered and you immedialty regretted the impulsive decision.

Poofft . . .

Sanji paused. His cutting slowed, and he’d gently placed the knife down to wipe his hands. Maybe you’d sniffed the wrong bowl again? He thought, slowly turning around. But gods was he wrong.

Oh. Oh. Okay.

There was cinnamon everywhere. A clouded dust of brown had covered the counter, and he couldn’t even see your face. Had you—?

He urgently called your name, keeping ease.

“Mon Amour? Are you—is that the cinnamon?!”

He rushed to your side, eyes filled with concern as he finally met your teary ones. You turned to him in a coughing fit, splashing cinnamon painfully after. You owlishly blinked up at him, and his heart exploded at the sight.

His instincts told him to not make fun, but a light-hearted laugh escaped him before he’d grabbed a dampened towel for you.

His arms tenderly outstretched, wiping your face, chuckling, “Sweetheart what’d you even do?” he chided, sweeping his thumb over your chin.

“I didn’t mean’thu, I thought it—pff—“ another rasp of cinnamon launched between you, and you coughed. And he only laughed more.

Which turned to contagious giggles.

Sanji gingerly held your face, bringing your hand which held a cloth—close to your face.

He was truly your savior. Because you urgently spit it out, wincing.

“____, hun, here, there you go.” he said, pushing your brown tinged hair out of your face.

“Sorry,” you finally mumbled, surrendering in complete defeat and humiliation.

“I thought it was, I don’t know, like, edible—“

“It’s okay, you were just curious…though why you thought eating a spoonful of cinnamon was a good idea? I will never know,” he mused, looking quietly down to you. His thumb caressed your cheek and he fawned again. He squeezed your cheeks, and he was gone.

You looked absolutely adorable like this, and your perfume? Now infused with the spice? Did wonders.

This had to be what cuteness aggression was. Otherwise he wouldn’t be squeezing you so tight.

“Sanji let me go,” you muttered, struggling in the tight clasp of his hug. He only mumbled something whiny and incoherent in your ear, and your face felt like the burner of the stove.

“Just let me hold you, you’re too cute.”

You blushed, grumbling. What got slipped in his breakfast this morning? You rested your head on his shoulder and he tightened his grip, twirling you around.

You relaxed, giving into his affection. But smoke caught your glimpse.

“Uh, baby—“

“No. Let me hug you.”

“No you—Sanji!” You groaned, “The foods burning!”

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 - 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

This is a quick little Valentine's Day fic for Zoro! Short and sweet (pun intended,) but I loved writing it. I have a few other things I'll be trying to post leading up to Valentine's Day, but at the very least I've managed to get this out. I may end up editing it after the fact as I usually do.

CW: SFW, strong language, alcohol, tsundere-ish Zoro, female reader

~2k words

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“I hate chocolate.” 

“Good. These aren't for you, anyway.”

Zoro grumbles under his breath as he follows you out of the little confectionery shop, begrudgingly holding a bag of various chocolates. He's never been a fan of sweets, not at all, not even a little. So when you dragged him inside on the one day you have off the ship, he was a little annoyed, to say the least. 

“What, so you bought this many for yourself?” He asks. His steps keep in time with yours as he walks beside you, careful not to lose you in the crowd.

“Nope. For the crew.” You explain, peeking into the bag you carry. “I thought it'd be nice to get everyone something since it's almost Valentine's Day.”

Shit. Zoro knew he was forgetting something. 

“Right. Valentine's Day.” Zoro mumbles, glancing down at the bag again. 

God, how could he forget? Everyone's been babbling about chocolates, roses, festivities, and the cook has certainly been the worst offender, asking every woman aboard if they'd be his Valentine. Somewhere between his training, their fights at sea, and taking naps with you, he lost track of time. His eyes remain locked on the bag of chocolates, and just as he's trying to push the strange blend of feelings from his mind, he feels you tugging on his arm. In his train of thought, he'd started veering off the opposite way. 

“Whoa, there. Ship's this way, Mossy.” You say in your goddamn adorably teasing tone. It makes him clench his jaw. 

“Yeah, I know. And don’t call me that.” Zoro responds curtly, bristling with annoyance. 

It just makes you laugh. 

“Whatever you say.”

---

Zoro stares at you from across the deck, watching you hand chocolates to your crewmates. Luffy's confused at first, then overjoyed; Usopp’s awkward, then grateful; Franky's making his stupid poses; Nami's taking it off your tab; Robin's thanking you; Brook's asking to see your panties; Chopper's wiggling and grinning; Sanji's nose is bleeding; blah blah blah. All the same antics, the same lines, yet all Zoro is focused on is that look on your beautiful face as you give out your Valentine's chocolates. Your eyes light up with every ‘thank you,’ every hug, and all Zoro can do is think about how the hell he forgot about Valentine's Day. 

But it's too late now, isn't it? The ship has already left the port and he didn't buy any flowers or gifts. He sucks at making cards, expressing his feelings, baking cookies - basically, anything that could make a decent Valentine. Then there's the most troubling part of all. Is he even your Valentine? Does it even matter?

You've been dating each other for somewhere around two months now. That doesn't necessarily mean that you're Valentine's, though. Nothing was ever said, neither of you asked the other, and at this point, he's not even sure how to bring it up. It seems rather obvious to him that you'd be each other's Valentine's, but that's what makes it even more frustrating - what seems obvious to Zoro isn't always obvious to others. Sometimes he's exhausted being surrounded by so many idiots (though he refuses to admit that he’s one of them.)

But not you. You're the idiot he doesn't get tired of. But, god, why did it have to be chocolates? Valentine's Day has always seemed like some kind of worthless, annoying day where everyone just gives out candy and useless junk as an excuse to make out. Making out, Zoro can handle - sweets, not so much. But then there's you, who's all sugar and spice and everything nice. The antithesis of what he's supposed to like, but your attitude has proven irresistibly charming to the stoic swordsman. 

The way your smile beams across the ship could end wars, call ships away from danger, light up the moonless sky as it so often has when you've been on watch together. It's damn near impossible to deny how much he loves to see that look on your face, and even more irritating that currently he's not the one that put it there. So, chocolates. Zoro can't do that. But that smile? He'll maim, kill, and die for it. He reasons that maybe there's a simpler way. 

---

You're a little skeptical when your boyfriend asks you to come up to the crow’s nest in the middle of the night. Hell, neither of you is assigned watch and it's well past your usual hours for training. Usually, this late at night, Zoro's fast asleep in his hammock if he's not tucked into your bed with you. So, what gives?

“Just shut up and trust me.” He chides, his tone slightly irritated but mostly playful. Well, that's Zoro.

As you follow him out onto the deck, the cool night air hits the exposed skin from your pajamas. The stars are beautiful, glittering above in a way that's almost distracting, but you don't linger your gaze on them for too long. Instead, you stay closely behind Zoro, your arms crossed over your chest long enough to keep some semblance of warmth. The journey up the crow’s nest is longer than you'd like given the temperature and your sleepy mind, but you swear you can almost smell something weird wafting down from the open door hatch. 

It's not only until you peek inside that you recognize the scent of lavender, and through the candlelight, you recognize a large blanket, several pillows, a bottle of sake, and some kind of food on a few plates. As you're trying to register what you're looking at, Zoro pulls your hand gently to assist you up the rest of the way. 

“What is this?” You ask, and the way your lips curl into a smile makes Zoro's heart stutter. 

He lets go of your hand, walking across the planks of the crow’s nest to his makeshift picnic. It’s a romantic setup that took him all evening, and he can recall the several conversations he had with himself to try to figure out something to throw together. He’s a little satisfied with himself - smug, even - but he maintains his usual demeanor for now. Zoro doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, after all.

“Well, what does it look like?” Zoro responds in his classic, gruff tone. “Made you a picnic. Since it's Valentine's Day and all that.”

Your eyes glance around the candles, and while the setup is fairly simple, you can't deny the wonder you feel at the sight. Never once had you expected anything like this from Zoro. Quite truthfully, you thought he would have forgotten or written off the whole thing as stupid. Taking a few careful steps, your gaze finally glances back up at him. 

“Where did you…I mean, food and candles? I really didn't…”

Zoro hums, and his lips finally quirk up into a cocky smile for a moment. He couldn’t keep that smug feeling aside for long, especially when your eyes light up the way they do.

“Candles are from Robin, and I owe Nami for tricking the cook into getting us some snacks.” He responds before his eye flicks back up to yours. “You like it?”

“Like it? This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.” You grin, and you move to close the space between you two. It makes Zoro's heart stutter yet again. 

“Really? Is the bar that low?” Zoro replies with an amused huff. “Didn't think it was all that impressive. I pulled it together sorta last minute when I realized Valentine's Day meant so much to you.”

“It doesn’t.” You respond quickly, and you let out a laugh at Zoro’s shocked expression. So, you elaborate. “I mean, I like Valentine’s Day because it’s an excuse to express how much people mean to me. But the holiday itself doesn’t make or break anything. I wasn’t expecting you to actually care about it, which is why I never said anything.”

Zoro seems contemplative for a moment, his eye trailing carefully over to the makeshift picnic. He lets out a huff, one hand resting casually on his sword, the other against his thigh. 

“Of course I don’t care about Valentine’s Day.” He says, almost snapping. Guess you struck a nerve. “It’s a stupid holiday designed for people like that love cook to hit on women. I didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day ‘till you bought all that candy.”

Despite his harsh tone, you can’t help but smile a bit wider at his response. He seems irritated, and likely just because he was in his own head about it. And god, that smile you give him…

“But I care about you, moron. That’s why I threw this together.”

Zoro sits down on one of the blankets, patting a pillow next to him for you to join. You don’t hesitate, and as you sit down you watch as Zoro grabs the bottle of sake and pulls the cork out with his teeth. He spits it aside, taking a long swig of it. If the candles weren’t so dim, you might have been able to notice the way the tips of his ears light up red. 

“I already told you that this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me. You don’t have to feel weird about doing it just because I wasn’t expecting it.” You finally speak up, a hand moving to rest on his forearm. “Seriously, I appreciate this. It’s honestly really…sweet.”

Zoro takes his free hand holding the bottle of sake, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with a sigh. He’s definitely embarrassed, but that sweet tone of yours makes something in his chest feel lighter. 

“Yeah, well…I don’t normally do sweet. You know that.” Zoro says, setting the bottle of sake down between the both of you. And he knows that you know that - hell, you probably know him better than most people. “Just felt like now that we’re dating, I wanted to see you…have a good Valentine’s Day.”

“For someone who claims to hate sweet, you’re very good at it. Thank you, Zoro.” You reply, leaning against him just a little bit. The skin-to-skin contact makes Zoro heat up a bit, and when you lean in closer, you can’t contain the small giggle that leaves you. “But I feel like I should let you know that Valentine’s Day isn’t for another few days.”

Zoro’s expression drops once again, and that stupid annoying feeling of irritation fills him. His head snaps in your direction, and he visibly bristles. It makes you laugh.

“Dammit! Why the hell were you giving everyone chocolates so early then, woman?” 

“Because I didn’t want them to go bad! Plus, I’m horrible with surprises. I get too impatient.” You laugh again, and that laugh somehow both irritates and soothes Zoro. He’ll never understand the effect you have on him.

Grumbling, he grabs the bottle of sake again. Before he can bring it to his lips, though, your hand moves up to his chin, gently pulling it so that he looks right at you. With a grin, you lean forward and press your lips tenderly against his. That irritation in him is gone, and his eye slowly shuts as he feels you both melt into the kiss. Goddamn, Zoro hates sweets, but the taste of your lips against his is addicting. His chest aches when the kiss breaks, but your lips linger against one another.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You murmur.

[j4zzylyn]

Heatwave! - Sanjis summer fever

Summary - What was meant to be a new ingredient turns into a curse of desire, setting every nerve in his body ablaze with a need he can’t control. And the only person he wants—no, needs—is you.

Pairing - Sanji x mermaid!reader (the necklace gives you legs)

Wc - 7.18k (not proof read)

cw — 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, aphrodisiac (devil fruit based), power imbalance, rough sex, oral sex (f!recieving), riding/cowgirl, MULTIPLE rounds (most not mentioned), praise kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight degradation, dirty talk (lots of it), & fluids.

A/N :: before anyone says anything, yes I asked ChatGPT to give me the content warnings and my word count. And yes Ik this is late but yolo. <3

The sea had been so very rough that day. Salt stung your eyes, your tail thrashing against the cold iron cage each time a wave crashed beneath the ship, and your muscles ached from hours of fighting. You were so tired, so ready to give up. And suddenly, it was like someone heard your cries.

A boy with a straw hat burst into the deck door, the biggest blinding smile on his face. Luffy was his name.

“Come with us!” He said it so simply, big hand human stretched out toward you as if saving strangers was as normal as breathing.

It spooked you honestly.

A mermaid out of water wasn’t just valuable, no, they were treasured. So when a green haired swordsman, a ginger girl who obviously loved action, a boy so scared out of his mind that he carried a weapon at all times, and a blonde with the most charming smile you’ve ever seen, came to save you, you were…swooned?

His name was Sanji.

And when he swept you into his warm, cherishing arms, you instantly knew you were in good hands. “Mon amour,” he whispered reassuringly, a hand against your damp hair.

“No harm will ever be cursed upon you again.”

The boy with the straw hat walking up and handing you your necklace. “Think this belongs to you.” A warm and welcoming smile on his face.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to stay. Maybe, that’s why your heart was in danger long before today.

The kitchen smelled otherworldly. Spices that were mixed together filling the air so beautifully.

Sanji was a whirlwind—ingredients tossed knowingly into sizzling pans, knives moving as fast as light when he chopped, an occasional hum of a romantic tune under his breath. You leaned against the counter, watching, pretending not to notice the way he’d wink at you and the way your cheeks burned from it.

Then you saw it—the strange ombré orange and pink fruit.

“What’s that?” Curiously pointing at the exotic looking fruit. Sanji glanced at it, tossing it in the air and catching it effortlessly. “Found it yesterday at the beach. Thought it might add a kick or sweetness to the sauce. Gotta taste it first though, chefs honor.”

“I don’t think-“

You open your mouth to warn him, slightly recognizing the fruit and its backstory, but it’s too late—he’s eaten a piece off a knife and in a heartbeat, he’s heating up.

Color bloomed across his cheeks, his mouth becoming slick, pupils dilated like a sick dog, and his breath hitched audibly through his throat as he held onto the counter for stability.

“Y-you feeling a little hot too?” He asked, fanning his face turning away from the skillet he was infront of.

“No..think it’s just you.” You look at him with genuine concern, worry in your tone. “Ha, f—funny..” - “No, I’m like dead serious..” you reply, watching the sweat fall from his face like he was gonna catch on fire.

He cleared his throat, grabbing some water and drinking it, practically chugging it in seconds. “S-shit, why won’t it stop?! W-why do you look even prettier?!” He was pacing the kitchen, fanning his face whilst blush started to form across his cheeks.

“What?” You tilt your head, completely confused with what was going on as you watched him fold his arms against the counter and put his head down in his arms, then it was like a switch was flipped.

“. . .Sanji?”

He turned toward you like a man transforming, slow and deliberately, his gaze practically burning through you. “Chérie..leave. Now—please. Before I lose my mind.”

Oh, how you should have listened.

Because now he’s stalking toward you, backing you against the counter. His hands caging you in, trembling with restrainment. “Don’t wanna hurt you..please, Mon amour, I can’t—“ his voice full of agony.

But you on the other hand, were intrigued…how much damage could he really do to you?

You reached for him, fingers threading through his soft and well pampered hair, and that was enough for him.

He pressed a kiss against your lips, desperate, needy, hungry as if he had been waiting for this moment..this day. His hands roamed wherever they could touch with complete worship, fingertips memorizing every curve as if he was assigned to die tomorrow.

Every touch set your nerves ablaze, every moan he ripped from you just fed the fire further between the two of you.

And it doesn’t take long before clothes are discarded between kisses and gasps, leaving you two in your undergarments. He lifts you onto the counter with ease, parting your thighs with a reverent groan, laying you bare before him like you were a feast he could no longer ignore.

His hands trembled as he lift your legs, placing them around his waist. You should’ve been scared—more so worried, but there was something so delicious about him like this and not his usual little flirting antics. Wild, ravenous, and certainly starving.

“I need you,” his voice ruined to desperation. “please chérie. It hurts.” Oh how the whiny tone in his voice got you.

Your fingers reach to cup his face, the feeling burning to the skin. “Cause of the fruit?”

He nodded, eyes shutting like your touch was soothing this sensation. “It’s you. I-it’s feeding off my desire..and I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then take me sanji.” You spew without even thinking, biting your lip.

He just snapped.

His mouth against your throat, biting at your neck, your breast, your thighs, moving frantically like a man worshipping his goddess, which in many ways; you were.

He’s dragging his tongue against your torso, your lower abdomen specifically, moaning like he was tasting ice cream for the first time again.

“Mon dieu,” his breath ragged, lips slick with devotion as he kissed lower—trailing over your hips until he reached your clothed core.

“you’re perfect. So soft. So sweet.”

He looked up at you, golden hair falling over flushed cheeks.

He didn’t expect you to look so—dazed.

“Let me eat you mon amour, please. I need to.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second, nodding whilst whimpering his name, pleading. And that was all it took for him to rip your panties.

He dove in, your head instantly tipping back in pleasure as he wasted no time. “O-oh shiitt—sanji!” you’re breathless, your hands combing through his hair with ease, back arching off the counter.

He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t soft, he was starving. He licked and sucked as if your pleasure was the only thing in the world that mattered to him, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

His hands held onto your thighs even tighter, pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. He kept you open every time he felt your thighs twitch, knowing you felt helpless from the flood of sensation. And every time you cried or called out for him—it made it worse.

The fruit known as Aphrodite fed on his lust.

And yours was feeding it just as well.

He started to grind and create friction against the edge of the counter whilst he ate you out, needing the feeling, needing to rut against something, anything. Too lost in you.

His hips bucked with every gasp and mewl, making himself even harder. He was sure his dick was gonna explode any moment now.

He licked and sucked like a man who hadn’t eaten in ages, like each moan he pulled from you was feeding his soul. His hands knead your thighs and even snake behind to grip your ass, needing to touch wherever he couldn’t see at the moment.

He flicked his tongue against your clit before sucking on it, unaware on just how good he was doing you.

“H-hnnn—Sanji!”

“Tastes like paradise,” he muttered against you, humming afterward to elicit a choked out moan from your lips. “Wanna make you cum til you forget your own name, beau.”

He slides two fingers through you, curling them just right, syncing them with his tongue. Your hips bucked helplessly. And he moaned. Desperately, like he could cum untouched just from you falling apart.

“Can’t—can’t take it, fuck.” He’s struggling to even keep his damn eyes focused, you were so, so—sweet. Was it really just the fruit?

He flicked his tongue over you in messy, eager strokes, his hand gripping onto your thigh so hard it was sure to leave nail marks for a few days. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling harder, and he whimpered. He couldn’t help himself, he was that gone.

“A-anh! Sanjiii, gonna—!”

And before you can even finish, your orgasm is crashing, back arching off the counter, crying as you had nothing to hold onto but his hair.

You gasp when his mouth left your thighs.

Sanji’s lips were swollen just like yours, chin slick with your arousal, golden hair stuck to his forehead in damp, curling strands. His breath came in ragged bursts as he stared at you, no—drank you in, like a man who’d just found god and couldn’t look away.

“Mon dieu…” he murmured, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You taste like heaven.”

You gave a shaky laugh, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. “How many times you gonna keep repeating it?”

“As many times as I need to so you understand that I mean it.”

You giggle thinking this was over, palms about to press down on the counter to get up, but his hands are quick, holding you back down against the counter.

His eyes flicked up, locking with yours.

His hands still trembling, grabbed your hips and pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You gasped as your back arched slightly, your bare thighs brushing the cool wood.

“Sanji?” you whisper, still a little dazed.

He said nothing—just leaned in slowly, pressing his forehead against yours, panting like he was barely holding himself together. His cock strained against his slacks, the soaked fabric clinging to him like it hurt.

“I came just from eating you,” he admitted in a whisper, lips grazing yours. “and I still feel like I’m starving.”

Your breath hitched. “Y-you…came?”

He nodded once, face flushed and wrecked. “And I’d do it again. A thousand times. Just to see you fall apart like that. But…”

His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Now I need to fuck you.”

The air left your lungs as he spread your legs again, tugging your hips forward so your core was flush with the hardness still trapped in his underwear. You whimpered at the contact—still so sensitive, so raw—and his eyes fluttered closed at the sound.

“Please,” he said softly, like a prayer. “Tell me I can. Tell me to take you. I need to feel you around me.”

You think for a moment, as if you weren’t going to say yes either way and nod. “Yes Sanji, please.” Your hand running over his tank top covered abdomen.

And that was all it took.

He ripped the wife beater off his body, chest flushed and heaving, his abs flexing with every movement. You whimpered just looking at him, biting your lip. The boxers came next, dark and navy blue, just wet from the way he’d humped the edge of the counter earlier. And then finally, his cock.

Your breathed hitched—beautiful.

Thick, flushed pink at the tip, glistening with precum. He lined himself up without a word, hands curling under your thighs as he positioned you perfectly on the counter.

He was so quick to almost just slide in, but he held himself back the last second, taking a deep breath. “You’re sure, beau?” he asked again, even now—always making sure.

You pulled him close by the nape of his neck and kissed him, deep and messy. “..ruin me.”

With a low groan, he pushed inside—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to feel every inch of you take him. Your walls stretched around him, and you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he filled you fully, bottoming out with a tremble.

“Merde,” he hissed. “You feel—fuck—you feel like you were made for me..” His hips rolled once, experimentally, and you gasp out.

Then again, harder.

“O-ohh—s-sanji!” you cry out, legs tightening around his waist.

He grabbed your ass and fucked into you with increasing desperation, each thrust pushing you back against the counter with a dull thud. A bowl clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. Neither of you noticed.

Your breast bounced, fucked out expression already on your face.

“Mine, my siren..” he groaned, lips against your neck, biting back whines. “Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, all yours!” you whimpered, meeting his hips as best you could. “Shit, feels so good—don’t stop—!”

He kissed you through it, rough and possessive. His hands were practically everywhere. Thighs, back, waist—gripping, kneading, like he wanted to memorize every part of you. And the way he looked at you—wild, reverent—like you were the only thing that could quench the fire the aphrodite fruit had lit in him.

“You’re gonna come again, yeah?” he growled into your ear, pace brutal now. “I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded, tears brimming your eyes as your gasping his name as your body trembled.

He held your hips steady, fucking you through it, biting back his own groan when you clenched around him. “There it is,” he moaned. “That’s it. Let go for me. Give me everything—”

He slammed his hips, pulling you down against his shaft fully this time with a loud groan.

Your orgasm slammed into you like a wave you’ve felt in the ocean before, and this time you screamed his name, legs locking around his waist as he rutted deep through the aftershocks.

He came right after, shuddering inside you as he let out a large and oozing load with a strangled moan, spilling and stuffing everything into you as he buried his face in your neck.

You’re both silent, just panting against each other, chest heaving up and down, practically sticking to one another.

“Think you just rearranged my guts..”

Your first to speak, just staring at the ceiling, a hearty laugh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah? How about some more work, hm? Think your back needs some cracking.” Next thing you know, he’s lifting you up like a potato sack, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Wait- Sanji, no—!“

And of course this geniuses room is connected to the kitchen.

He slams the door, throwing you onto the bed, ready to drain whatever was left of the accidental usage of the fruit.

The crew stood outside the kitchen door, jaws way past dropping. Zoro had already walked away, disappointed at the fact that you two would do that in the kitchen.

Luffy just looked down at chopper, the both of them making eye contact and a disgusted look on their faces. “Ewww..” they whispered, looking back at the door.

After maybe…five or six rounds you two are finally dozing off? But curiosity was still brewing inside you. Maybe Sanji was just overreacting, no way the fruit made him act that ridiculous—right?

Your limbs are pure jelly, heart still thudding with aftershock whilst Sanji lie next to you, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, looking completely spent, snoring quietly.

But you’re not, at least not yet.

Because your gaze drifts toward to door back that led back to the kitchen, knowing the Aphrodisiac fruit was still sitting idly on the counter top.

So suddenly when your moving toward the kitchen on your own, mind just wandering, your not surprised.

That stupid shimmering chunk sitting so innocently on a plate, like it didn’t just turn your sweet ass crew mate into a goddamn whore for the past three hours.

It calls to you. Curious. Dangerous. Tempting.

“Just a little nibble won’t hurt..” you mumble to yourself as you pick it up from the plate, bracing yourself on the counter as your legs still shook violently.

You lift it to your lips, hesitating to take a bite, but you do so anyway. It’s bittersweet. Then?

Heat.

White-hot, all-consuming, feral heat.

It floods your veins like liquid fire, like you just ate a hot ass pepper, blooming in your chest, dripping low between your thighs until you’re panting, needy, and clenching around nothing.

A sound tears out of your throat—a whimper? A growl? You don’t even know anymore.

You walk back into his room as if you were just bitten by a zombie, bumping into shit on the way in. “Sanji,” you breathe. It’s not a plea. It’s a warning.

He stirs, his lashes fluttering. And the moment your scent hits the air, he sits bolt upright, like someone yanked him out of a coma with a taser. Golden hair a mess, lips parted, eyes glowing.

“You didn’t.”

You meet his gaze, pupils blown wide. A slow smile spreads across your face—feral, hungry. “I did.” Saying it out loud sounded more whiny than you intended, but either way, he got the point.

You lunge, slamming your lips into his, nails digging into his chest as you clunch onto him, kissing him like you’re trying to crawl inside his skin. He gasps, stunned, but you’re already climbing into his lap, grinding down, shameless and soaked.

“Wait, chérie—” he pants, trying to breathe and control himself. “You’re—”

“M’starving,” you growl against his jaw, licking it like it was a piece of chocolate.

“But you said you were tired- I know what I said, but now I’m full of energy.” You finish his sentence, an innocent smile on your face.

He groans as you shove him back down, straddling his hips, nails digging into his chest. You rock against him once and both of you curse, desperate for more.

You grab him by the face, locking eyes with him. “S’my turn to have my way with you, kay?”

His pupils blow wide but he wasn’t protesting in any way, just nodding as he stared up at you. And that was all the permission you needed.

You grab his erecting shaft, looking back as you align your self above him. You sink down onto him in one aching, slow movement, both of you gasping at the stretch. Sanji grabs your waist like he might lose his mind.

“Fuck—fuck, y/n wait—“

But you’re already riding him. Fast. Hard.

And very desperate.

Your hands are braced on his chest, hair wild, moaning his name like a chant. He watches you with reverence and disbelief, head thrown back, lips trembling.

“Look at you,” you whisper. “So pretty like this. Crying, for me.” You grin, leaning down to peck his lips.

And he is. Whining, babbling, begging, tearing up as you use him like he’s yours because well—now he is, and he loves it. Every second. Every motion.

“Gonna—gonna come, I—fuck—” he chokes. You grip his jaw, lean close, panting into his mouth. “Not yet. Not till I say.”

His breath stutters. “Yes, ma’am.”

And you break.

The orgasm hitting you like thunder, hips still grinding through it, dragging him right over the edge with you. He sobs under you, hands trembling, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

You collapse on top of him, both of you sweaty, ruined, panting messes on his now stained bed sheets.

“You didn’t take a big bite, did you?” Sanji blinks up at you, tear stained cheeks, and an amused look on his face as he tilted his head.

You look up, shaking your head with a smirk. “And end up like you with stamina for hours? No thanks.” He laughs loudly, hand coming up to caress your head, moving your damp hair from your face.

You lean forward, pecking his lips, the both of you just staring into each other’s eyes as if you were afraid the both of you would disappear.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He blurts, but not mistaken at all. You let out an amused huff smiling at him, your arms folded underneath your chin as they rest on his chest.

“Think I already knew that.”

Banner creds:: @junabuggy

Requested by my bby, hi nay it’s finally heree😁:: @lovelylilav

I’ll probably edit this later but probably not.

©j4zzylyn 2025 | written by me, do not copy. If you wish to translate, please ask.

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request Sanji and reader having a competition about who is more flexible but nobody (including Sanji) is normal about it at all? <3

(Also Neko reader was totally right about taking panties out of the equation lol)

Hello. Yes. Yes you can. I love Sanji bbyboi

I had a lot of fun writing this - don't worry if you cant understand the stretches completely, i cant either.

Enjoy!

Stretch Goals

One Piece x Reader (Technically more Sanji x Reader)

You were bored. Like, “make questionable life choices just to spice things up” bored.

Which is how you ended up perched on the rail of the Thousand Sunny’s deck doing a full split while eating an apple and trying to spark a reaction out of literally anyone walking by.

And it worked—because you made eye contact with Sanji, who froze mid-step, dropped his tray of freshly cut vegetables, and blinked like he just saw God herself do the splits on his kitchen counter.

���Mon dieu…”

You grinned. “You like that?”

His mouth opened. No words. Just vibes. Questionable, chaotic vibes.

“…Are you mocking me?” he finally blurted, flustered and weirdly competitive for someone blushing that hard.

You snorted. “No. Just showing off. Bet I’m more flexible than you.”

Oh. Oh no. That did it.

His eye twitched. A storm of sparkles exploded behind him. “You dare challenge the flexibility of me—Sanji, whose high kicks are more glorious than sunrise on All Blue?!”

“Okay but can you high-kick while in a backbend?”

His jaw dropped. You smirked harder. Around you, several crewmates were beginning to drift closer, drawn in like flies to extremely unhinged honey.

Zoro passed by, caught half a sentence, and immediately turned around. “Nope. I’m not getting pulled into whatever weird mating ritual this is.”

Usopp poked his head out of the workshop. “Did someone say mating ritual??”

“NO,” Sanji and you shouted in unison—before immediately going back to your Flex-Off.

“I’m serious,” you teased, rolling back into a bridge position. “I can out-bend you any day.”

Sanji’s eyes narrowed. He pulled off his jacket with a dramatic flick. “That’s it. Flexibility duel. Right here. Right now.”

You blinked. “…Is that a thing?”

“It is now.”

Chopper trotted up with an enthusiastic, “I’ll be the judge!!” Robin sipped her tea from a deck chair. “This should be... enlightening.” Nami folded her arms, watching like someone about to witness a live trainwreck. “You two are so weird.”

“Ready, mon chéri?” Sanji purred, one leg already lifting above his head at a frankly dangerous angle.

You grinned, not even pretending to hide the sparkle of mischief in your eye. “Let’s bend.”

And thus began the most uncomfortably sensual, overly dramatic, completely unnecessary contest the Thousand Sunny had ever seen.

Sanji was in his element. His leg was straight in the air, toes pointed, shirt open, collar popped like he thought this was a modeling gig, not a flexibility duel. The sea breeze dramatically tousled his hair. The sparkle effect? Unexplainable. Possibly supernatural.

“I’ll start us off,” he said suavely, flipping into a handstand with unholy grace. He bent one leg, extended the other, and winked at you from upside down.

There was clapping. From himself.

“Oooohhh~!” Brook whistled from the upper deck, adjusting his violin. “Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we are witnessing… ballet in battle form.”

Usopp was crouched beside Chopper, scribbling on a notepad like a sports commentator. “Sanji’s opening with the Scissor Swan Split—classic. Good form. 8.5 in showmanship.”

“He blew me a kiss,” Chopper said, blushing and confused. “I don’t think that was for me.”

You popped your knuckles. “Alright, Leg Boy. My turn.”

Your hands hit the deck and you swung into a no-hands bridge, then smoothly transitioned into a standing pose by lifting one leg completely vertical up beside your head like gravity meant nothing.

Sanji choked on his cigarette.

“Are you okay?” you asked sweetly, balancing like a human compass.

“I—YOU—THAT—!!!” He slapped a hand over his nose like a nosebleed was a legitimate threat. “You can’t just do that in front of a man! I am barely holding onto life here!”

“Bro. You challenged me.”

Robin tilted her head, smirking behind her book. “This may be the only duel Sanji has ever regretted starting.”

“You’re welcome!” you called, now in a full split on top of the railing, arms lazily dangling over the side like a cat sunbathing in the middle of a fencing match.

Sanji started pacing like a man on trial for war crimes. “Okay. Okay. Time to bring out the secret weapon.”

You blinked. “You have a secret weapon?”

“Oh, yes.” His voice dropped a full octave. “Prepare yourself.”

And that’s when he jumped. Like a pirouetting demon, he launched into the air, spun, and landed perfectly in a full split. Shirt flying open. Arms extended. Head tilted back with the sun directly behind him.

If he had landed on a plate of roses, it wouldn’t have been out of place.

There was silence.

Then:

“…IS HE CRYING?” Usopp screeched. “Why is HE crying?! I want to cry! That was beautiful!”

Chopper fainted. Brook began composing a ballad.

Even Franky, who’d walked out for one second to grab a wrench, paused and muttered, “That’s… SUPER illegal.”

You clapped slowly. “Okay. That was good. Real good. But I hope you're ready—because I'm about to pull out my final move.”

Sanji gasped. “There’s more?!”

You locked eyes. “Oh yeah. The move I swore I’d never do again.”

Behind you, Nami groaned. “You two are going to break something. Possibly each other.”

Zoro stomped past, eyes shut. “If anyone asks, I wasn’t here.”

You smiled like a demon summoned from the depths of Cirque du Soleil. “Ready?”

Sanji held onto the railing. “Never. But do it anyway.”

You moved.

And the world would never be the same.

--

The deck was quiet. The kind of quiet that settles before an earthquake.

Sanji stood, legs trembling—not from the stretch, but from anticipation. Sweat glistened on his temple. He gripped the railing like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’m ready. Hit me with it.”

You nodded solemnly, shook out your limbs, and cracked your neck like an elite gymnast about to destroy the competition and probably a vertebrae.

Everyone leaned in.

And then—

You jumped.

A full backflip. Into a handstand. Into a one-arm arched handstand split where you hooked your foot around the ship’s mast while casually sipping the juice box you had pulled from your shirt.

“WHAT IN THE HELL—” Sanji screamed, hands on his head, spiraling. “THAT SHOULDN’T BE HOT. THAT SHOULDN’T EVEN BE LEGAL.”

“I call it,” you sipped, “the Juice Box Dropkick.”

Brook’s jaw literally dropped off. “I—I think I’m in love.”

Usopp slammed his notepad shut. “Nope. No score. I’m not scoring this. I don’t even understand this anymore.”

Chopper wheezed into a paper bag. “Y/N has joints like a snake. Like a stylish, flirty, unholy snake.”

You dismounted with a flourish, landing perfectly upright and striking a pose like this was Chippendales: Sunny Edition.

Sanji fell to his knees.

“I have been bested,” he gasped, clutching his chest. “I am destroyed. I am... aroused and defeated.”

Zoro stood nearby, face hidden behind his hand. “I’m leaving. I can’t be part of this crew anymore.”

“You were never part of this crew,” Sanji snapped, dramatically draped over the railing like a Victorian widow.

“I was here, and that was my first mistake.”

And then—

“Ohhhh is this a stretchy game?!” Luffy landed with a thud between you and Sanji, arms flinging out to the sides like a noodle possessed.

You both froze. Sanji recovered first.

“No. No. Absolutely not.”

“I WANNA TRY!” Luffy yelled, immediately contorting into something that looked vaguely like a starfish having a breakdown.

You blinked. “...Did his shoulder just rotate the wrong direction?”

“It’s fine! I’m rubber!” Luffy cackled, suddenly balancing on one toe while his other leg bent behind his head and slapped Zoro in the face.

Zoro punched him in the shin. “Get me out of this crew.”

“Wait, wait,” you said, cracking up. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sanji looked at you like you’d just suggested marriage and public execution at the same time. “You have another idea?”

“Team flexibility competition. Me and you… versus Luffy and Brook.”

There was a pause.

Brook raised his hand. “May I remind everyone that I have no muscles?”

“You also have no shame,” Sanji gritted out.

“Exactly,” Brook said cheerfully. “Let’s make this indecent!”

Nami facepalmed so hard she might’ve concussed herself. “I hate all of you.”

Robin didn’t even look up. “I’m just waiting for someone to pull something. Probably a groin.”

There was a crowd.

An audience.

At least six crewmates had snacks. Brook had his violin. Robin had summoned extra arms specifically to hold up numbered scorecards. Chopper stood off to the side, holding medical supplies and muttering, “Someone’s gonna tear a hamstring. Someone’s gonna cry.”

And in the middle of the chaos stood you and Sanji. Team "Unholy Tension."

Opposite you: Luffy and Brook. Team “What The Hell Is Going On.”

You cracked your knuckles. “Alright, Sanji. First move is the Double Pretzel Bind.”

Sanji blinked. “I—what?”

Too late.

You grabbed his arms and spun him like a dance partner, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him backward until your torsos were pressed flush, both of you bent at 90-degree angles, looking like a yin-yang symbol designed by horny gymnasts.

“OH SWEET MOTHER OF—”

Sanji’s soul physically left his body. You were 99% sure you saw it float upward.

“Relax,” you said innocently, shifting slightly. “You’re too stiff.”

Sanji made a strangled noise. “I AM TRYING.”

“Not hard enough,” you teased, your breath ghosting over his ear.

Behind you, Usopp was openly screaming. “THIS IS NOT A FAMILY-FRIENDLY SHOW. I REPEAT. ABANDON SHIP.”

Nami shoved popcorn in her mouth with a vengeance. “You could leave, Usopp.”

“I can’t. It’s like a train wreck. With abs.”

Meanwhile, Luffy had twisted his entire torso into a loop and was hula-hooping Brook. Like. Using Brook as a prop.

“I call this move the Skeleton Spiral!” he cheered.

“I feel ALIVE!” Brook wailed.

“No, you don’t!” Chopper sobbed.

Robin, ever the supportive chaos enabler, casually raised a "9" and smiled.

“Okay, new round,” you gasped, having dismounted from Sanji only for him to collapse on the deck, face flushed and steam practically whistling out his ears.

“Sanji, are you okay?” you asked sweetly.

“I am...not okay,” he mumbled into the floorboards. “I am... experiencing every emotion known to man. And several that shouldn't be legal.”

You nudged him with your toe. “C’mon, Casanova. Final pose.”

He looked up. “What kind of pose?”

You grinned like the devil.

“Couple’s yoga.”

Sanji stopped breathing.

Brook immediately played a romantic waltz. Luffy yelled, “I WANNA DO A KISS POSE WITH BROOK!” Brook screamed, “I DON’T EVEN HAVE LIPS!!”

And then you sat on Sanji’s lap. Back to chest. Legs tangled. Arms up and curved into a heart-shape above your heads.

The deck exploded.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN A STRETCH,” Zoro bellowed from somewhere very far away.

“It is if you do this,” you whispered, twisting slightly and stretching your spine—your head lolling back against Sanji’s shoulder.

Sanji died. Just flatlined.

Brook kept playing. Chopper cried harder. Luffy attempted to mimic you both and fell off the deck.

“Sanji?” you murmured, glancing back.

He was just lying there. A gentle smile on his lips. Nosebleed imminent. “I saw heaven. She’s very flexible.”

The Sunny’s deck was wrecked.

Not physically—yet—but spiritually? Emotionally? The vibes? Ruined.

Chopper was sobbing quietly into a first aid kit. Usopp had duct-taped two planks together and was pretending they were “emergency blinkers.” Nami had stopped watching entirely and was just muttering, “I don’t get paid enough for this,” even though no one on this ship actually gets paid.

Brook was still playing violin. You were not sure when he learned the Titanic theme.

And Zoro… Zoro had made a critical mistake.

He came too close.

And Luffy grabbed him. “YOU’RE MY NEW PARTNER!”

“No—”

Too late.

Zoro was in a headlock, Luffy’s legs wrapped around him like some hellish rubber vine, and now both of them were rolling across the deck in what looked like a very violent—and extremely bendy—game of Twister.

“I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS—” Zoro barked as he went airborne.

Chopper screamed. Nami cackled. Robin politely gave them a “7.”

Meanwhile, Sanji had recovered.

Barely.

And was now leaning casually against the mast, one hand dramatically ruffling his hair. “Alright, mon amour. One final pose. Let’s end this right.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You got a move in mind?”

“Oh yes,” he said, eyes smoldering. “I call it... La Fin de Moi.”

“…That sounds like a dramatic way to die.”

“It is.”

You didn’t have time to process before he scooped you up bridal-style, spun you once like he was dancing through a storm of flower petals (there were no petals—only stunned silence), then dipped you into a perfect backbend, his hand at your lower back, your faces inches apart.

You blinked. “This isn’t a stretch.”

“It could be,” he purred. “If you lean a little closer.”

“…You mean like—”

And then he did it. He bent backward too, supporting you with one hand while you both formed a perfect mirrored arch, noses brushing, breath tangled.

“NOW THAT’S FLEXIBILITY,” Sanji grinned, eyes locked with yours, every fiber of his being screaming "kiss me, you absolute menace."

Everyone lost it.

“OH MY GOD—” Usopp threw his hat. Brook fainted. Just straight-up keeled over. Nami stood and started clapping like it was Broadway. Chopper yelled, “SOMEONE’S GONNA BREAK THEIR SPINE—BUT IT’S BEAUTIFUL.”

You laughed breathlessly, still arched in Sanji’s arms. “So… who wins?”

He leaned closer, eyes fluttering half-lidded, voice husky. “Who cares?” His breath ghosted over your lips. “We both got… flexible.”

And with that, he passed out.

Just full body limp, collapsed like a starfish with a romantic death wish. You ended up awkwardly cradling his head, laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

Zoro, bruised and tangled in Luffy’s arms like a cartoon pretzel, snarled from the side. “Next time I’m throwing both of you overboard.”

You wiped a tear from your eye and grinned.

“Only if you can reach us, Stretchy.”

[geekgirl-1717]

sanji x reader. 2.9k words. spoilers for whole cake island. implied fem! reader, no use of (y/n). more angst still no comfort

“fare thee well.”

tw: brief mentions of blood/violence, brief mentions of throwing up, anxiety/panic attacks

part two of i promise i'll be back

i apologize for the massive gap between this part and the first part. hopefully you enjoy! i have a draft of a part 3 in the the works and ideas for a potential part 4 ? but we'll have to see how busy my life gets again

something was wrong.

very, very wrong.

was this the work of a devil fruit? another illusion like what you had seen back in the forest? one of his brothers playing a cruel trick on you all, imitating sanji's voice and appearance to further mess with your minds?

because the man standing before you now couldn’t be the real sanji. that just wasn’t possible.

this wasn’t the man who so diligently and dutifully served his crewmates, cooking for them whenever they asked and always with a smile on his face. this wasn't the man who would so readily lay down his life for his captain or any of his friends, for that matter. this wasn't the man you'd shared so many mundane yet meaningful moments with, whether it was washing the dishes after dinner or passing time in the crow's nest talking about anything and everything.

this wasn't the man who had kissed you so tenderly, so passionately, before promising that he would return to you.

because that man would never say such horrible things to you and your friends. he would never dare lift a finger against his captain. he would never toy with your heart in such a malicious way, leading you to believe your love and affection for him was reciprocated before practically spitting in your face, looking at you as though you were scum while disavowing all previous loyalties to his crewmates.

that's right. this couldn't be sanji. this couldn't be real. there was just no way.

so why did the man before you look so much like sanji? why did his voice sound so much like sanji's? why, if you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, did you swear you could smell that distinctly wonderful medley of menthol and cologne and spices that seemed to follow sanji wherever he went?

you’d nearly burst into tears of joy when you, luffy, and nami managed to find sanji again. all the nights you’d spent crying yourself to sleep after your tumultuous separation in zou and the hell you’d just endured in the seducing woods were but a meager sacrifice if it meant you could finally bring sanji back to the thousand sunny where he belonged. back to you.

however, as soon as you saw sanji standing in that carriage, you knew something was amiss. he should have been elated to see the crew had come back to save him from the clutches of germa 66 and the big mom pirates. at the very least, you expected a smile, a glint of joy in his eyes, anything to indicate he'd been waiting for you. but the look on his face was nothing short of disgust.

"worthless peasants."

“filthy, low-life scum.”

“gallivanting the sea with you idiots or living in luxury with big mom’s beautiful daughter as my wife? the choice is obvious.”

your hand came up to clutch at your chest, his words like a knife sending a searing pain straight through your heart. you were sure that if you looked down, you’d see your palm coated in red, your heart bleeding and aching as though you truly had been stabbed.

it was all too much to process. you were hit with a sudden rush of dizziness that brought you to your knees. you could vaguely hear nami calling your name but it was muffled by your pulse thundering in your ears. the sensation of her shaking your shoulder, trying to get you to come back to your senses, was dull and muted, like you had lost the ability to feel anything at all.

you tried to steady your breathing but you could feel yourself hyperventilating, your lungs burning with each shallow gasp for air. you weren’t sure if you were going to vomit or pass out, or maybe both. your vision began to blur as tears filled your eyes, dripping into darkened puddles that stained the wood of kingbaum’s head. there was more indistinct shouting around you, but it was finally nami’s screams that brought you back to the present.

as soon as you looked up, you had to bring a hand over your mouth to stop your own petrified screams from escaping. you almost wished you could have stayed in a daze forever, convincing yourself this whole thing was nothing but a terrible dream. what you saw before you was certainly something only your worst nightmares could produce.

you watched in horror as sanji, your kind, selfless sanji, brutalized your captain before your very eyes. luffy put up no fight but sanji showed no mercy, even as nami cried out for him to stop from beside you. a voice in your mind was shouting at you to close your eyes, to look away, but you couldn’t. the thought occurred to you that had your captain been a weaker man, sanji’s attacks may well have killed him, and seeing that sanji was capable of such viciousness made your stomach turn.

your mind suddenly flashed to a montage of moments you and sanji had shared just weeks before the catastrophic series of events that led you to this terrifying ordeal.

in one, you found yourself in the kitchen with sanji, helping him wash dishes and clean up after dinner as you so often did. the rest of the crew had cleared out, their stomachs full and hearts warm from sanji’s delicious cooking, content to spend the rest of the night doing whatever they pleased.

a comfortable silence had settled over you and sanji, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm of sanji scrubbing the dishes before passing them over to you to be dried. your hands would brush from time to time as you grabbed a new plate or fork from him, and every little touch sent a pleasant jolt of electricity up your arm. it was a miracle you didn’t drop and shatter anything.

suddenly, sanji started laughing from beside you. it started off as soft chuckles, making his shoulders shake gently, before evolving into full-blown laughter that filled the room. you couldn’t help but get swept up in his joy despite your confusion at this unexpected outburst, your own laughter mingling with sanji’s in a beautiful, giddy melody.

“what’s so funny?”

you asked, trying to stifle your giggles. sanji wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye before turning to face you. his expression was one of such pure contentment and happiness that it knocked the breath from your lungs. he was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars in the sky, his smile so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“sorry, sorry. i’m just.. really happy, you know? i never thought i’d be able to have all of this.”

he made a vague sweeping gesture with his hand as he spoke, motioning to the kitchen around him before settling his gaze back on you. his expression then became more pensive, almost melancholy, and he seemed to become lost in thought.

there was so much left unsaid in that simple statement. sanji had never told you all about his life before the baratie but considering you knew at least that zeff wasn’t his real father, you could only assume his early childhood wasn’t pleasant.

“you deserve this.”

you blurted out before you could stop yourself. sanji’s eyes went wide at your declaration. he opened his mouth as if to argue, but the words kept spilling out of you.

“i mean it. your own kitchen, a place to call home, people who care about you. you deserve all of this, sanji.”

a bright pink flush spread across sanji’s face, your bold pronouncements making him sheepish. he seemed to ponder your words for a moment, before the look in his eyes shifted to something almost akin to pity, like he knew something you didn’t.

you thought for a moment he was going to try to refute your statements, but he simply smiled again. this one didn’t quite reach his eyes this time.

“thank you, dear. i appreciate that.”

another memory flashed through your mind. on this particular night, you had been struggling to fall asleep. the smell of ocean salt combined with the gentle rocking of the sunny and the sound of waves crashing against its hull would normally help lull you into slumber, but tonight all those sensations only seemed to amplify your restlessness.

you finally gave up tossing and turning, throwing the covers off yourself and gently creeping out to the main deck so as not to disturb your crewmates. you intended to go to the kitchen, hoping a glass of water might help soothe and refresh you.

or maybe sanji would be there, staying up far too late again preparing for the next day’s meals. you could listen to the soothing timbre of his voice as he explained each step of his cooking process to you until you eventually drifted off. and like always, you would wake up back in your hammock the next morning despite being absolutely sure you had fallen asleep at the dining table. knowing that sanji had carried you back to bed never failed to make your heart flutter.

however, on this night, you didn’t even make it to the kitchen. you spotted a familiar figure leaning against the railing of the ship, a gentle breeze carrying the smell of nicotine and cologne to your nose. you couldn’t fight back a smile as you approached sanji, silently taking your place beside him.

sanji quickly snubbed out his cigarette as soon as he realized it was you. you’d always told him you didn’t mind if he smoked around you, but he insisted on not “tainting you with the smell of smoke” and “ruining your precious lungs.”

neither of you spoke for a moment, simply basking in the serenity of the sea and the cool evening air. eventually, you spoke up.

“can’t sleep either, huh?”

sanji merely hummed in response before turning to you.

“do you need me to get anything for you, dear? a midnight snack? a cup of tea?”

you shook your head, smiling to yourself at how ready sanji was to serve even when he was clearly trying to seek some respite of his own.

“i’m alright, but thank you.”

sanji just nodded, turning his gaze back to the endless sprawl of ocean. another beat of silence passed before you spoke up.

“do you need anything, sanji? if you need to someone to talk to, you know I’m always here for you, right?”

he gazed down at you in surprise, before his expression morphed into one of adoration.

“thank you, darling. but i’ll be okay.”

his words almost made you frown. something was clearly bothering him. he was far more quiet, more reserved than he normally was around you. something was keeping him awake, and you be lying if you said you weren’t a little hurt by sanji’s seeming lack of trust in confiding in you.

you quickly pushed those thoughts from your mind. sanji had always been hesitant to open up to his crewmates, even you. you knew he tended to see his own needs as a burden and likely thought he was doing you a favor by keeping things to himself. you didn’t want to pry, but you wished you could find the right words to convince sanji he was anything but a burden to you.

at that moment, a frigid wind swept over the deck, causing you to shiver. you hadn’t bothered to grab a blanket or sweater before you left your bed, only intended to spend a few brief moments outside before taking refuge in the kitchen. now, left only in your pajamas, the chilly night air caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

ever the perceptive gentleman, sanji’s suit jacket was draped over your shoulders before you even had the chance to blink. he turned you towards him slightly, adjusting the garment so it properly shielded your exposed arms from the cold.

his jacket was so warm and smelled so strongly of him. you had to suppress the urge to bring the fabric up to your nose, wanting nothing more than to drown in the sensation of him wrapped around you. maybe sanji wasn't the only lovesick fool aboard this ship.

you smiled warmly up at sanji to show your gratitude, not wanting to disturb the silence that had fallen over you two once again. in a moment of impulse, you moved closer to sanji, wrapping your arms around his bicep and leaning your head against the side of his arm.

you wouldn't force sanji to talk, but you would still let him know you were there for him, that you cared about him, that all his gestures of care and affection were appreciated. sanji stiffened at your touch, but you soon felt his body relaxing, sinking ever so slightly into your embrace. eventually, a weight came to rest on your shoulder, warm breaths and soft blonde hairs tickling your neck.

you weren't sure how long the two of you spent out there, reveling in each other's presence and closeness, but it was a moment you cherished all the same.

you had heard of people’s lives flashing before their eyes in moments of near-death, and you vaguely wondered if this was something similar. were all these memories just a desperate attempt by your mind to recapture your relationship with sanji as you watched it slip away?

you were abruptly snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a sharp crack resonating through the air. at some point, you had begun making your way to where sanji now stood, the violent clash between him and your captain finally over. your body was moving on pure instinct, dragging you towards sanji even as your mind had wandered.

as you got closer, you soon realized the sound you'd heard earlier was nami slapping sanji across the face, his skin red and swollen where her palm had connected. she made her way back over to where luffy was laying, leaving you face-to-face with sanji.

he was wearing an expression you had never seen before, not even in battle. his eyes were cold, empty. his countenance was one of indifference, like he hadn't just beat his captain near to death and betrayed the people who had been like a family to him. or perhaps he had done all those things and simply didn't care. you slowly walked closer to him, hesitantly, like you were approaching a feral animal.

you wanted to cup his cheek and soothe the angry handprint nami had left behind. you wanted to slap him even harder and leave an identical mark on his other cheek. you wanted to tell him that it was okay, that you still loved him and would always love him. you wanted to scream at him and call him every foul name you could think of. you wanted to fall down at his feet and beg him not to leave you. you wanted to spit in his face and leave him behind without ever looking back.

he’d broken his promise to you. he’d hurt your friends. he’d lied to you, tricked you into believing he loved you then run off to marry another woman. anyone with even a shred of dignity and self-respect would turn and walk away, leaving while you still had some love left to give to someone else.

but you couldn't.

you wouldn’t be able to stop loving sanji, no matter what he did to you. your foolish heart still clung on to the hope that there was a reason why sanji was doing all of this, a reason he couldn’t share with you all despite everything you had been through together. he couldn’t come back to the sunny right now. but he would come back. he had to. he’d made a promise to you, and the sanji you knew would sooner die than betray you like this.

you'd run out of tears to cry. you wanted to say something to him, anything at all, but no words would come out. you could only give sanji a gentle smile that you hoped would convey everything.

that he could come back whenever he wanted, you'd always be there waiting for him.

that you would forgive him, even if the rest of the crew didn't.

that you would always love him, no matter what.

for a split second, you swore you saw sanji's expression shift. his eyes widen and his mouth dropped open slightly in shock. his resolve seemed to waver momentarily. but just as quickly as it happened, sanji returned to his stony demeanor, turning his back on you and making his way to the carriage.

you fought with every ounce of your might not to reach out and grab sanji’s red cape as it billowed behind him, wanting nothing more than to pull him back to you. you watched him leave for a moment, then went to rejoin your crewmates. luffy and nami were still understandably distraught, but you had steeled your resolve.

you would help luffy rescue sanji, with or without the others. you would bring sanji back to the crew no matter the cost. and once you got him back, you swore you would never let him go again.

[halfvalid]

Hey! Since your requests are open, may I request opla!Zoro x reader (established relationship) where the reader has a lot of self doubt (not only in their looks, but their abilities and their place in the crew) since it’s, unfortunately, been shoved done their throat by pretty much eveyone they knew, even their parents, that they would never be good enough? Maybe Zoro figures out that they have sort of been spiralling lately and they have a talk about the readers past and the problems they’re facing and he comforts them? Maybe it ends sort of spicy or turns out full on spicy, if you’re comfortable with that!

daybreak

ABOUT

alternate title: some fluffy established relationship hurt/comfort to save my soul

rating: teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k (short; sorry!)

description: zoro notices you've been seeming off recently, and you confide in him your insecure feelings of self-worth. he comforts you.

tags: strawhat!reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, kissing, no use of ‘y/n’, soft zoro, ridiculously stupidly absolutely horrifyingly fluffy. 

author’s note: thank you so much for the very lovely request! i hope i did your prompt justice; i ended up not writing any spice at the end (just slightly suggestive) since i didn't think it fit the story but i hope you like it anyway ^^

it feels slightly ooc, but i also wrote it in the span of two hours at 1:00 am so can you really blame me. 

It was morning on the Going Merry, and you were cleaning up the wreckage that had been scattered along the deck in your last battle. The crew had gone up against some other pirates; it’d been late at night, and the attack had come suddenly, what you’d thought would be a peaceful docking turning combative quickly. 

You barely remembered the fight. One moment, the warning bell had sounded, and the next Zoro was rolling out of bed beside you, grabbing his swords and darting out of your bedroom before you could even register what was happening. The fight had gone in the Straw Hats’ favor, thankfully; Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji had fended off most of the threat, and you were back on the open sea, safe from enemies for at least a little while now. 

You let out a sigh as you swept shattered glass into a dustpan, shaking out the collected trash into a nearby empty barrel. None of the men usually bothered to start cleaning up—typical—so you’d pulled yourself out of bed as early as possible to get the ship looking a little more like normal. 

Zoro had left some corpses on the deck for you to deal with, and you’d had to toss them overboard, a grimace tugging at your lips as blood stained the white of your blouse. No matter. You’d finished sweeping, at least; all you had left to do was mop, right as everyone else was waking up. 

You filled a bucket with warm water and soap, and were just grabbing the mop from the closet when you heard footsteps. You glanced up, surprised to see Zoro heading towards you, one hand grasped loosely around his sword handle as always. “You’re up early,” he said, casual as ever. “Woke up and you were gone.” 

“Figured I should get a head start on cleaning,” you answered quickly, not meeting Zoro’s eyes as you dunked the mop into the bucket. His brows creased as he watched you start mopping, pushing the handle along the deck to wipe it clear of bloodstains. 

“How long have you been doing this?” Zoro asked, after a few seconds of delayed silence. You shrugged, dunking your mop again before going for another few swipes. “We can help clean too, you know.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” you protested. You moved past him, trying very hard not to meet his eyes—but Zoro didn’t let you pass, one hand going out to grab the mop rod and stopping you in your tracks. “What?” 

“What do you mean, least you could do?” Zoro asked blankly. 

“I mean—” you shrugged, muscles limp like your entire body was sagging you down. “You and the others were the ones to deal with the pirates, so I figured I could at least—”

Zoro still looked confused, brows pulled together, forehead taut with a frown. “I distinctly recall you throwing a pirate twice your size overboard. Unless I was imagining things.” 

You sighed. “Not what I meant.” You tried to push past Zoro again, but he didn’t let you, hand still tightly grasped around your mop handle. 

“Okay, what did you mean, then?” 

“Nothing. Will you just let me finish cleaning so there aren't blood stains all over Luffy’s ship?” You sighed again, even as you attempted to keep the sound inside—but you couldn’t help it. It was like there was an anchor stuck inside of you, pulling everything from your feelings to your body down, the weight of gravity tugging at your features. 

“Luffy’s ship?” 

You shrugged. “The Straw Hats’ ship. Whatever.” 

“Our ship,” Zoro said. There was a certain twinge of something in his words; still blankness, but laced with a dawning realization that you weren’t sure you liked. “You’re upset.” 

“Nope.” This time you really did manage to get free of Zoro’s grasp, yanking your mop out of his grip and starting back on cleaning the deck. The acrid smell of iron hit your nose as you scrubbed the dried blood off—you’d have to go back in later with a sponge to get all the cracks and crevices, but for now this would be okay. 

Zoro followed you, unceasing with his interrogation. “Yes, you are. I know when you’re upset, and you’re upset. What happened.” It was more of a statement than a question—Zoro didn’t often doubt himself, really, which was one of the many things that’d helped make you stumble into falling for him. “Was it about last night? You know the cook's just making fun when he keeps a counter, right? It doesn’t matter if he brought two or five more men down than you.” 

“It’s not about that,” you insisted. 

“So you admit you are upset.” 

You groaned, finally turning to look Zoro in the eye. He’d stopped walking, the dawning sun glinting hazey gold onto his skin in the early hour. There was still an overcast of blue from the night in the sky, and it made the heavens look ethereal, watery and glittering. 

“Come on,” he urged. “Just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“It’s really nothing you need to be concerned about,” you attempted, but your voice was weak now. Zoro stepped closer to you, gently pulling the mop out of your hands. Your fingers let go easily. “It’s silly.” 

Zoro gave you a look. “Out with it.” 

“I don’t know, I just—” your fingers clenched, like your hand was trying to find something to do now that Zoro had rid you of your mop. “Comparatively I just don’t do much. So I want to help out as much as possible.” 

“Who said you don’t do much?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” Zoro said. He let the mop fall to the ground, arms crossing over his chest as he watched you. “Who said you don’t do much?”

“I mean, nobody. It’s just true.” You shrugged, distinctly uncomfortable with the way Zoro was looking at you—all attentive, like he was trying to strip you raw with his eyes, uncover whatever secrets might be hiding in the pores of your skin and the gaps of your teeth. “Luffy’s the captain, we wouldn’t be able to do anything without Nami, you and Sanji are the fighters, and Usopp’s everyone’s favorite. I’m just kind of… filler?” 

The more you spoke, the worse your words got, your tone turning more desperate as the sentences fumbled out of your mouth. Zoro’s eyebrows raised higher as you went on, and you flushed, red prickling all over your skin. 

“First of all,” he started, “Usopp is not my favorite. That’d be you. And—where are you getting this from?” 

You shook your head, trying to backtrack. “Nothing. Nowhere. It’s not that import—”

“Yes, it is, and we’re talking about it.” Zoro pulled a nearby barrel by the side of the ship, plopping himself down atop it and gesturing for you to sit. You didn’t, but you did move over to the railing, hands curling around the painted wood. “Speak.” 

“I have nothing to say,” you tried. Zoro just shot you an unimpressed look, and you squirmed. “Fine. I don’t know. I joined last, so I just figured… you were all kind of already set without me, right?” 

Zoro shook his head. “We’re a crew,” he said, voice strong but somehow still gentle. “You’re part of us for a reason. What, this entire time did you think you were—expendable?” 

You fidgeted uncomfortably, weight shifting from one leg to the other. “No.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Yes. No. I don’t know. Last night—I only got, like what, two guys? And you reacted way faster to the situation than I did,” you started, words flailing around on your tongue as they rushed out. It was indelicate, for certain, and you yourself couldn’t make sense of most of the words—but once you started, you couldn’t stop, even as they slurred together. “I was still getting out of bed and grabbing my weapon when you’d already dealt with half the enemy crew.” 

“Don’t compare yourself to me,” Zoro said with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair. I’ve been training since I was eight. It’s different.” 

You huffed out an exasperated breath, trying not to let your frustration get the best of you. “I can't help it sometimes. It’s a bad habit.” You loosened your grip on the ship railing, staring out at the golden clouds hovering over the sky.  “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Zoro answered. He didn’t say anything after that—giving you a space to talk, you supposed, in case you wanted to. But his hand did reach up to press against yours, pinky brushing against your finger as he held onto the railing beside you. 

“I guess I just always had these standards back at the village,” you managed out eventually. Your island had always been one of the more traditional places in the East Blue, and there were plenty rules and guidelines abound. One of the many reasons you’d left the place in favor for Luffy and the Going Merry, really. “So I just… always want to do more. It’s not that bad.” 

“Right.” Zoro’s pinky looped around your finger, now, holding it close in a soft kiss of the hands. You sighed. 

“My parents were kind of rough on me, I guess,” you tried, sneaking a glance over at Zoro’s face to see if it satiated his curiosity at all. His expression remained as steel as ever, so you just continued. “They wanted me to be the best I could. But their standards were too high, even when I was little.” You found yourself rubbing circles into the back of Zoro’s hand with your finger, more so to comfort yourself than for any other reason. “Just normal stuff, like being upset about my school grades or my combat training levels being too low. Nothing that terrible.” 

“But…?” Zoro asked, tilting his head up to look at you. You smiled, but the action didn’t reach your eyes—it was all mouth and jaw, cheeks lifting but eyes glinting with the same glazed stare. 

“It just affected me a lot, I suppose,” you answered. “Always trying to get better. Never satisfied. And I guess now—I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough.” 

“For?” Zoro asked. His voice was low, soft, all hollow and empty inside. There was a tinge of roughness lacing it, like he’d forgotten to clear his throat, and the scratch of his vocal chords had surfaced up along with the words. 

“Myself. My parents. Luffy. You.” Your lips tightened into a line. Vaguely, you could feel the warm pinpricks of tears starting at your waterline, and you tried to will them back, letting out a little laugh. “Everyone, I guess.” 

Zoro’s hand had come to hold yours fully, fingers woven in between yours, thumb pressed firmly against the joint of your thumb. Somehow, that one motion managed to force the last of the words out of you—all wet and soft, eyes glued fiercely to the horizon in fear of seeing what was etched on Zoro’s face. 

“We do arranged marriages back at home,” you started, trying very hard to keep your voice from trembling. it worked only marginally—there was a tiny quaver in your tone, but it was soft, not noticeable unless you were really listening hard. “And my mom used to tell me I’d die alone. Because I wasn’t pretty enough, or smart enough, or anything enough for any of the boys there.” 

“Oh,” Zoro said. It was quiet; barely a whisper. You tried for a wry smile. 

“I like helping, though. I don’t mind cleaning up or whatever. It makes me feel more useful.” You tried to tug your hand out of Zoro’s grip, but his fingers tightened, keeping you in place. A nervous laugh escaped your throat. “And I know I’m part of the crew and all of this is just silly. So it’s really fine—”

Zoro tugged your intertwined hands to his chest, causing you to stumble and glance down at him in surprise. His expression was nearly unreadable. It’d darkened, and there was a contemplative gaze in his eyes, lips parted with invisible words perched on his tongue. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, and your stomach dropped, the nervousness that had gathered inside during the conversation tightening up into a hall. “Don’t say it’s okay or that it’s not important. If it’s making you upset, then it matters.” 

“I guess,” you tried, and Zoro’s gaze lifted to fix you with a glare. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I just…” Zoro shook his head. “Look, whatever your parents used to tell you, whatever you have ingrained in your head—it’s not true. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to do more, but… you don’t have to do it. You’re enough already.” 

Your gaze softened, lips falling open to say something, but Zoro wasn’t finished yet. “You shouldn’t come out here and force yourself to clean up just to make up for your—waste of space, or something. You’re not a servant. And you’re not wasting up any space. I think everyone would agree that you’re a very important and vital part of the crew.” 

“Thanks,” you whispered. Zoro’s hand was warm around yours, and you felt the threatening droplets of tears start to rise up at your waterline, ready to fall at any moment now. Zoro just nodded. 

“You’re a great fighter, and way smarter than what you give yourself credit for,” he said firmly. He raised your hand to his mouth, then, leaning over to press a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. “And the boys on your island have to be blind, because you’re pretty enough. You’re more than pretty enough.”

He whispered the last words, all soft and sacred on his tongue. “You’re beautiful.” 

That was enough to drive your tears over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the flow as the warm sensation of liquid streaking down your cheeks began. Droplets caught in the crevice of your lips, and at the hinge of your jaw—Zoro brought a hand up to wipe them away. “Are you okay?” he whispered. 

“Yeah, I just, um.” You shook your head, sniffing. “Thank you. That… helped. I think.” 

Zoro bummed out his response. “Of course,” he said easily. “You’re my girl. It’s my job to cheer you up.” He kissed your knuckles again. “And you can talk to any of us. I’m not really the best at this, but everyone else…” he shrugged. 

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him. Zoro nodded, tugging you down until you finally took a seat on a crate beside him. “I think it’s just been worse lately.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re better than the waiter,” Zoro said. You just laughed. 

“I think you’re biased, but thank you,” you said. “Here, I, um, I promise I’ll let you know if I’m feeling down, I guess. If you don’t mind.” 

“Definitely don’t mind,” Zoro answered. This time he placed a gentle kiss on your neck, somewhere at the bottom near the back. “Leave the mopping for someone else. You’ve already done a lot.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as Zoro kissed the rest of the way up the back of your neck. He placed a final one right below your earlobe. With that, Zoro stood up, sweeping one arm under your legs and hoisting you up. You cracked open an eye to regard him with a blank look. “What are you doing?” 

“Bringing you back to my room,” Zoro answered. “You didn’t get much sleep tonight. And I doubt anyone wants to watch me kissing you on the main deck anyway.” 

That was fair enough reasoning, so you didn’t complain, letting him carry you all the way to his cabin and gently lay you down onto his bed. He leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your lips—you could still taste the saltwater from your tears from before. “Want me to stay?” Zoro asked. 

“You don’t have to,” you said automatically, and Zoro raised both his eyebrows. You let out a sigh. “Okay, I get it. Yes. Please stay.” 

“All you had to say,” Zoro said, shedding himself of his shoes and swords before leaning over the bed to watch you. He didn’t slip under the covers or anything, just propped an arm up on the mattress, kneeling beside the bed. There was tender silence for a few moments before Zoro spoke again. 

“I love you,” he said abruptly, voice rough but somehow still soft. Your heart beat too fast in your chest, ribcage squeezing in on the organ and making it skip. His hand slid along the mattress to find yours, and you took the offer, fingers clasping around his palm. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back. Zoe leaned over, then, the hand not intertwined with yours tilting your jaw over just so to allow him better access to your mouth. He kissed you full-on, tender but firm, mouth working against yours in a way that unraveled you entirely. Your grip on his hand tightened as he deepened the kiss, a soft sound emitting from low in your throat. Finally you broke apart, heaving for breath, exhales mixing together midair. An exchange of souls, you’d heard once, somewhere. 

“Come on,” you murmured, tugging Zoro closer to the bed so he got the hint. He slipped beside you onto it, turning your head again to meet you in another kiss. His hand drifted down to your waist, holding you securely in place.  

“I don’t think anyone should need us for a few more hours, right?” Zoro asked, and you laughed. He swallowed up the sounds with his mouth, tongue licking languidly into you as he rubbed delicate circles into the skin of your waist. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and then he was kissing you again. 

You let him siphon the soul out of your lungs, knowing you were getting his right back. 

© halfvalid 2023

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

[h1nanii]

Silent tunes, played by you.

[CH1] [CH2 here]

(Sanji x Deaf!Reader | F!Reader) inspired by the 2004 Japanese Drama “Orange Days”.

[Fluff, Angst, maybe smut as the story progresses.]

Genre: Romance, Drama, Adventure, Slice of Life (with canon-verse context)

Setting: Post-Enies Lobby, during the “calm” moments on the Thousand Sunny

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Deaf!Female Reader (former musician)

Inspiration: Orange Days (2004 Japanese Drama)

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The Violin That Couldn’t Sing

You are a former court musician from a peaceful kingdom, who lost your hearing after a traumatic explosion during a revolution. Your ship was attacked, and you were rescued by the Straw Hat Pirates. You now stay temporarily on the Thousand Sunny while they prepare for their next journey.

You used to believe the world was made of sound.

The warm pluck of strings. The hush of breath before a crescendo. The soft applause of children in the courtyard after each performance. Music was everything. Music was your language.

But the day the kingdom fell, the only sound you heard was the violent rush of wind as the palace exploded—and then, silence.

You woke up to a blurred sky and blood on your hands. Your ears rang for days before the silence became permanent, The time seemed to fly as you couldn’t hear the tick of the clock passing into 4 years. The revolutionaries hadn’t meant to kill you, but they’d taken everything just the same—your hearing, your home, your future.

Then, on the sea, a pirate ship attacked the vessel you escaped on. You expected death.

Instead, you found the Straw Hat Pirates.

A boy with a straw hat smiled like the sun and told you you could stay. A woman with eyes full of mystery gave you space. A reindeer-doctor patched your wounds. A cyborg asked if he could build you a new violin.

And the cook?

The cook stared at you like you were an aria he couldn’t quite understand—but wanted to.

Months had now passed & you settled quickly with the Strawhats despite the difficulties communication, Robin & Chopper were a big help as the two knew a decent amount of sign language themselves. Teaching a few phrases to the rest of the crew. It was a simple gesture but a great motion of comfort for the former musician. Feeling accepted into a family.

The galley smelled like warmth.

Not just spices or food—but warmth. Like comfort. Like the kind of room where you’d fall asleep before dessert, and someone would carry you gently to bed.

You stood in the doorway, hesitant. You could feel the hum of voices behind you—Luffy shouting something about meat, Chopper laughing, Franky yelling about cola—but the galley was quiet now. Or maybe that was just your world.

You stepped in.

Sanji stood by the stove, his sleeves rolled up, a white towel tossed over his shoulder. His back was to you, golden hair tousled as he hummed something you couldn’t hear—soft movements as he stirred a pot with gentle precision.

When he turned around and saw you, something in his face brightened. Like a sunbeam slipping through storm clouds.

He mouthed something you didn’t catch.

You pointed to your ear and shook your head slightly.

He paused, then smiled sheepishly and held up a small notepad again.

Glad you came. Sit. I made something special for you.

You raised an eyebrow but walked in. The table was set for one. Candlelight flickered lazily, casting amber shadows on the wood. You sat, uncertain, as he placed a steaming bowl in front of you.

Golden curry, fragrant and bold.

He handed you a spoon and signed—clumsily—“Eat?”

You blinked. It was a beginner’s sign. He must’ve practiced. You nodded.

The first bite hit like something you’d forgotten you missed.

Spices layered with care. Soft vegetables. Rice cooked just right. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the flavor bloom against your tongue.

When you looked back up, Sanji was watching you like you were an opera.

He scribbled quickly. I wanted to cook something that speaks without sound.

You stared at the note.

Then you picked up your pencil and wrote underneath:

You succeeded.

He smiled wider than you’d ever seen him smile.

⸻

After the meal, he didn’t let you leave.

He handed you another notepad and gestured to the couch in the corner of the galley. “Stay,” he signed. It was awkward, but he was trying.

You sat. He poured tea.

Then, to your surprise, he brought out something wrapped in cloth.

Your violin.

Your breath caught.

It was the same one you had hidden away in the storage room—its strings worn, the wood dulled by salt and time. You hadn’t touched it since the day the world went silent.

Sanji sat across from you, carefully unwrapping it like it was made of glass. He didn’t say anything, but there was something quiet in his expression. Something… reverent.

He placed the violin on your lap.

You stared down at it.

“I don’t know how to play,” he signed, slowly. “But… I want to learn. From you.”

Your hands tightened on the wood. You hadn’t played in so long. Not since you could no longer hear the bow sliding across strings. Not since the sound of applause faded into memory.

Why? you signed.

He watched your hands carefully, then pointed to his chest.

“Because when I watch you hold it, I feel something. I think you do too.”

You looked at him—really looked.

This strange, loud, golden-hearted man. A pirate, a flirt, a fighter with hands made for fire and flavor. And now, somehow, he was looking at you like you were the most delicate thing he’d ever seen. Like he’d protect that silence with everything he had.

You swallowed the knot in your throat.

Then, slowly, you lifted the violin.

You didn’t tune it. You didn’t care about perfection.

You just… played.

A single note. Faint. Scratchy. But real.

Sanji’s eyes widened.

He didn’t hear it.

But he felt it.

You could see it in the way he breathed.

He placed his hand gently on the table, palm up—offering it, like a promise. Not demanding anything in return.

You reached out and placed your hand over his.

And in the quiet, between candlelight and curry and stars beginning to rise outside the galley window, something stirred awake in your chest.

A song you thought you’d lost.

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[A/n: it’s been forever since I’ve written something on this account, I’m starting fresh with this mini-series and would love requests!! Feel free to let me know how you liked this story so far!]

[moonmaiden1996]

Asking Sanji to bite you 🧛

I mean...yesss!

The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room, the gentle sway of the ship rocking you both in a quiet rhythm. The scent of the sea mingled with the spice of dinner still lingering in the air, but it was the heat between the two of you that dominated the space. Sanji sat on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened, his fingers rubbing at his temple like he was trying to talk himself out of something—or maybe just trying to control the desire that was burning in him.

You stood in front of him, arms crossed, watching the internal struggle play out in his deep blue eyes, the fire in them flickering between restraint and something darker, something that ached to break free.

"Mi Amore… I—" His voice was hoarse, hesitant. "You don’t know what you’re asking for."

A slow smile spread across your lips as you stepped closer, letting your fingers skim under his chin, tilting his face up to yours. "I think I do," you murmured, your voice laced with a quiet confidence. "I see the way you look at me after you kiss me. You like leaving marks, don’t you?"

His breath hitched sharply, and for a moment, you could see the war in his expression. His hands gripped the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to his better judgment. "It’s not… proper," he tried to reason, but the way his gaze flickered to your exposed neck told a different story. The ache in his chest was clear now, but he was still holding himself back.

His fingers twitched like he wanted to touch you, but he forced himself to stay still. "I don’t want to hurt you," he admitted, his voice thick with restraint.

Your expression softened with understanding, but your voice held absolute confidence as you cupped his face, forcing his gaze to meet yours. "You could never hurt me, Sanji." You let the words linger, watching the way his body responded to you, the way his pulse quickened. "I just want to wear your mark. Let me."

Something inside him snapped.

Before you could blink, his hands were at your waist, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. His grip was possessive, urgent, and you could feel the heat of him through the fabric of his clothes as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The air was thick with the scent of him—spicy, intoxicating—and you felt it in the way he groaned against your skin. "Mi Amor…" His voice was thick with something sinful, something that had been building for far too long. "You drive me insane."

His lips brushed over your skin, warm and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. Then, finally, his teeth sank into you—sharp, demanding, and full of hunger. The initial sting made you gasp, but it quickly morphed into something entirely different—something carnal. Your hips involuntarily rocked forward, pressing against the firm bulge.

The sharp pain of his bite became a pleasurable thrum as he kissed the spot he had marked, his tongue soothing over the tender flesh. His breathing was ragged, heavy, and you could feel the control he had been clinging to slipping away with each heated breath he took. "Now everyone will know you’re mine," he muttered against your skin, voice laced with pride and possessiveness.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, and his low groan sent a thrill through your chest. "I’ve always been yours," you whispered, your voice just as teasing, just as needy. "Now let me show you other things you can bite."

I love this idea so I just had to write it. Sanji is just arghhhhhh, I can't even.

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[kaiijo]

LOVER — RORONOA ZORO

roronoa zoro + i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover content: gn! reader

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dinners between pirate crews don’t usually occur since your alliances are fragile and you’re all prepared to fight at a moment’s notice. but given the collaboration between the strawhats pirates, the heart pirates, and the kid pirates, it’s safe to say that you’re all a bit more reassured that no one’s about to slice someone’s head off.

you accept another glass of wine from robin as usopp rambles on about how he took out at least thirty marines in your latest high-sea tussle. across the table, zoro snorts and gives you a dead-eyed stare that has you giggling behind your cup. 

you and zoro have been dating for quite some time, having begun only a few weeks after you joined luffy’s crew. neither of you have been inclined to tell the rest of your friends in order to avoid merciless teasing as well as mitigating the damage should your relationship go south. if it does, only the two of you will know about it and stew over it — the least amount of risk, you both agreed.

franky glugs down another stein of beer, laughing jovially, “alright, alright, i’ve got an idea!”

“oh? and what’s that?” robin asks, resting a hand on her chin. 

“let’s play a game. gotta spice things up!”

“hey!” usopp protests. “my stories are super spicy!”

“yeah, right,” kid snickers, “they’re also lies.”

usopp glares and is about to retort but franky beats him to the punch, saying, “truth or dare!”

“really?” deadpans law. “isn’t that for kids?”

“aww, you need to loosen up, cap!” shachi says, nudging law. “i’m down.”

franky says, “i’m sure everyone knows the rules. only thing is if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare, you drink!”

luffy perks up. “yeah, alright! that sounds like fun! zoro! zoro! truth or dare?”

your boyfriend smirks. “dare. do your worst.” 

“i dare you to eat one of your swords.”

zoro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “no way!”

“gotta drink then,” you say to him. 

“not a problem.” zoro lifts his stein to his mouth and you watch with appreciation as his bicep flexes and bulges under the tight t-shirt he’s wearing. he easily chugs down his beer, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 

zoro dares sanji to throw out his collection of dirty magazines that he found under sanji’s bed; sanji asks nami who she would date if she could date any crew member (“ew, none of you.”); nami gets bepo to perform one of uta’s songs and bepo asks franky what’s the best kept secret he’s held from you all. 

franky smirks at law and says, “alright, law, truth or dare.”

“truth.”

“if you could hook up with anyone on the deck, who would it be?”

law frowns at the question and you’re sure he’s going to drink instead but when he says your name, the ship erupts into chaos. nami and ikkaku elbow you, their grins suggestive and encouraging; sanji glares at law; shachi, penguin, and bepo gape; and kid and luffy howl with laughter. you sit there in stunned silence, your face on fire, and you can’t look at law.

you chance a peek at zoro and find that, in all the ensuing chaos, he’s nowhere to be found. you catch the door to the belly of the thousand sunny swinging closed and you immediately stand, heading downstairs. you ignore everyone’s questioning shouts in favor of searching for your boyfriend. 

“zoro?” you call. “zoro!”

you wander the halls for a few minutes, checking the kitchen, the men’s quarter, the gym. you find him quickly, though, inside the energy room. he’s sitting on a crate, expression sour, and you plop down next to him. “you okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine.” 

you study him — his profile, the slope of his nose and the sharpness of his jaw, the way the low light of the room makes his tan skin look golden. you sit quietly with him for a few moments, listening to the engine of the ship run. zoro holds himself rigidly, unnervingly still, but you can feel the irritation rolling off of him, can still see the tension in his body. 

you reach over, brushing your hand against his brow to smooth out the furrow. he looks over at you, still scowling but a little less intensely now. you say, “i’m guessing what law said bothered you.”

he shrugs. you sigh, “it’s just a game, zoro. i’m sure he didn’t even mean it, probably said the first name he thought of.”

zoro grunts derisively, “he definitely meant it. look at you.”

you can’t help the pleased feeling the rushes through you but you don’t let it show as you let your hand fall to his shoulder. “it’s just a game. doesn’t mean anything.”

“yeah,” zoro says. there’s a beat and then he says, “i hate hidin’ this.”

“really?” you can’t hide your surprise. zoro’s the one who initially brought up keeping this from everyone.

“i’m sick of it,” he says. “sick of the fuckin’ love cook always saying shit to you. i hate when guys flirt with you and i can’t fuckin’ do anything because the rest of the damn crew is there and luffy’s makin’ me watch his scarf down twenty plates of roast beef.”

you snicker at the memory, which pulls a small smile at of zoro. you rest your head against his shoulder and he mutters, “hate that the fuckin’ doctor said you.”

“we could tell them, you know. i think it’s okay now.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you say. “i’m, like, super in love with you so you’re stuck with me.”

zoro snorts, “yeah, yeah. love you too.”

“are you ready to endure all the teasing from franky, robin, and nami?”

“for you, yeah.”

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw. zoro grins, leaning down to catch your mouth with his. 

When you break apart, you ask him, “I would’ve placed money on you going to the gym. Why’d you come here?”

“Oh. I got lost.”

“You two okay?” asks robin as you and zoro resurface. the game seems to have finished and everyone’s back to drinking and chatting, though they all turn to you when they hear robin.

“yeah, we’re good,” you tell her. “we actually have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” nami asks.

“we’re together,” zoro says. “have been for a while.” and then, unexpectedly, zoro’s arm wraps around your hip and pulls you close.

the ship erupts into the chaos again with you and zoro in the middle. somewhere among all the yelling and gasping, law taps your shoulder and apologizes, which you wave off with an easy smile and zoro gives a firm nod.

nami shakes her head. “i can’t believe you two kept this from us!” and then, she turns to you. “zoro? really? you could do so much better.”

you wind yours arms around zoro’s waist, crushing him in a sideways hug. “nope, i don’t think so. he’s all mine!” 

nami gags and robin smiles calmly. “i’ve always known.”

you and zoro stare at her. “what?”

[archrunes]

A Pinch of Salt

ᵎᵎ ⌞a/n; i had to look up the difference between soup and stew… then look up a recipe for stew when i realized idk whats in one⌝ ◞

╰┈➤ ❝ zoro / sanji (romantic) ❞

sum. Zoro makes a snarky comment about Sanji’s food being overrated, so Sanji challenges him to cook something edible.

꒰wc; 780꒱

જ⁀➴ contains. fluff, bickering, stubborn idiots

The day began like any other on the Thousand Sunny. Salt in the wind, sun on the deck, and the ever-present, maddening sound of bickering drifting from the galley to the rest of the ship.

"I’m just saying," Zoro drawled, reclining against the wall without care, "for all your fancy talk, that stew yesterday was… fine."

The word "fine" fell with the impact of a cannonball.

Sanji, beloved prince of pans and spatulas, froze mid-chop. A single carrot medallion, a fallen soldier, clattered to the floor. He turned, the light catching in his eyes, not unlike the glint of a whetted blade.

"Fine," he echoed, the word tasting of ash. "You insufferable moss-brained meathead- do you even know what goes into a proper stew? Or even a basic beef stew?"

Zoro tilted his head in mock thought. "Meat, water, something orange...?”

With the grace of a dancer and the wrath of a storm god, Sanji slammed his knife into the cutting board. "All right, you absolute disgrace to taste buds. If you're such a connoisseur, why don't you step behind the counter and make something yourself?"

There was a pause. A long, heavy silence. Then, like thunder rolling over the sea, Zoro grinned.

"Fine. Watch and learn."

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

It was a massacre.

Flour and other spices hung in the air as battlefield fog. A once-proud kitchen was now a war-torn arena. Broth lay splattered, puddles of gore streaked across the countertop. Peas slipped like treacherous enemies beneath Zoro’s boots. And yet, by some miracle, some divine fluke of fate, he persevered.

Sanji, perched on a stool as a reluctant judge, watched with narrowed eyes and twitching fingers, resisting the primal urge to intervene. The cleanup would be worse than when Luffy sneaks in at night for a snack.

Zoro chopped things too hard, seasoned with the subtlety of a cannon blast, and stirred as if the ladle were a sword. He moved with the raw, brash confidence of a man with no idea what he was doing, but determined to win.

And beneath the snark and steam, Sanji couldn’t help but watch. The way Zoro furrowed his brow at the stove like it was an opponent to conquer. The way his hands—scarred, steady—cradled the pot, surprisingly gentle.

It was doubtful that Zoro even had a recipe in mind. The way he wandered around and grabbed things seemingly at random (It was impressive he didn’t get lost when he walked all the way to the pantry). As if sensing his thoughts, Zoro looked up from his concoction and glared. 

He glared right back.

Sanji took the opportunity to freely look at him. The way Zoro looked both in and out of his element at the same time. Muscles flexing freely in a tank top, sweat dripping down his skin in a way similar to hours of training, the way his ass looked-

Sanji gripped his cigarette and looked away, taking a deep puff to push those thoughts away.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

At last, Zoro slammed a bowl in front of him. "Eat," he barked out with a scowl on his face.

Sanji stared. A... soup? A stew? A thing that vaguely resembled both. Vegetables and unevenly cut meat bobbed awkwardly. The aroma was surprisingly, and reluctantly, a little pleasant. Earthy, smoky, with a daring hint of cumin. His pride flinched. Did the moss head even know what cumin was?

Sanji took a spoonful.

He chewed.

Paused.

And then-

"It’s awful," he declared, far too quickly. "Bland. Overcooked. A crime against cuisine."

Zoro paused before he leaned in, arms folded, smirking with the smile of a man who’d just won a war. 

"Then why are you still eating it?"

Sanji blinked. The bowl was… noticeably emptier than it had been mere seconds ago. His hand not fully cooperating with his brain. It wasn’t that it tasted amazing, no, but that Zoro made it. Burly, heavy-handed, snarky Zoro. He took the time and effort to craft a meal, even if it was to spite him.

"T-Testing it. For poison. You probably don’t even know how hot chicken needs to be to be safe, you idiot."

Zoro’s grin widened. “Sure, cook. Whatever you say.”

And there, in the kitchen that smelled of burnt garlic and stubborn pride, tension swirled between them. Neither spoke of the warmth that bloomed in their chests, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Tomorrow, perhaps, they’d fight again. But tonight, Sanji scraped the last bite from the bowl, cheeks faintly pink, while Zoro watched with the quiet triumph of a man who’d finally learned the secret ingredient.

(Just a little salt... and a whole lot of heart.)

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[radio-fmm]

Ok now I need the strawhats meeting with laws Mexican s/o plz🙏🙏🙇‍♀️

your mind anon!!! absolutely

Law + mexican s/o meeting the strawhats

Masterlist

Pt.1

You finally had the opportunity to properly meet the strawhats until after the events in Wano, during a huge celebration for their victory

At the beginning of the alliance Law had asked you to keep your relationship a secret as to not put you in danger or give information that could hurt him away to other pirates

Eventually you broke and made it a little obvious that both of you were together and honestly he didn’t mind it that much anymore, of course Luffy wasn’t gonna be able to shut his mouth about it but after all, he had warmed up to the strawhats even if he wouldn’t admit it

Honestly they’re just surprised anyone would date Law, they know him as this brooding grumpy methodic of a Captain

They are asking a million questions about you and how did you guys got together making a fuss out of it

“How did you and Traffy met?”- you arch an eyebrow “Traffy?”

You are not letting the new nickname die and Law is absolutely livid, every time it leaves your lips he rolls his eyes to the back of his head

The first one to ask about your history was Robin after she picked up on your accent and antics. She was so amazed by you and wanted to know everything about where you came from

Suddenly everyone wants to learn spanish

“How do you say my name?” -“How do you say this in spanish?” -“Can you teach me some curses?”

Zoro and Sanji individually ask you for phrases to say that the other wouldn’t understand and piss each other off; you tell them the same ones and screw their little plan

When Sanji hears Law talk about your amazing cooking he is asking you for a million recipes, spices and just overall tips and techniques, notebook in hand

“Keep your hands to yourself you stupid cook” he grumbles as he sees Sanji swoon all over you

I hc Luffy as mexican (thank you Iñaky) so I see you and him bonding on that, having full conversations in spanish that Law can’t keep up with so he’s pouting in a corner not understand a thing

Nobody knew Luffy was mexican and they’re so taken aback “Nobody asked me” he says laughing

You talk about stuff you grew up with and things you miss having around now that you live on the sea

You end up being Luffy’s favorite heart pirate out of this alone and he makes you feel like home which is something both of you appreciate

No one is leaving the party until you make tamales for everyone

“Sanji you better learn to make some tamales” Luffy exclaims with his mouth full

You tell Usopp there are tamales made out of deer meat and he uses that information to scare Chopper

He’s traumatized

Nami asks you about your outfit and you tell her about the history of it and how it’s made and she even offers you some berry if you get her a set (which shocks everyone, Nami paying for stuff? Crazy)

Brook is 100% learning how to play some of your favorite songs, everyone is out of their seat vibing to some cumbias and Luffy eating that shit up

Everyone is all over you and Law is not having it, this should be quality time for both of you; he doesn’t want to share you, but seeing you having so much fun smiling and laughing with everyone while you sit by his side the whole night makes his heart full, he’d get you for himself later

[overtaken-stream]

Sweets Full Of Lies

Sanji x F!Reader

``I think you stole something from me.``

``I stole something?``

This doesn't need a warning, this happens after the drum island and It's just tooth-rotting fluff for me and me only, be grateful I'm sharing my Pookie with all of you😤

The sky is captivating, gleaming, and full of wonder as it overlooks the reflective sea below, each star lit with passion is moving along the calm waves that are dragging behind The Going Marry, gently slanting the ship to its tastes.

The watch tonight is beautiful as the cure for the country's heart dims on the horizon, scattering pink cherry blossoms across the dark and endless ocean, each piece lightens the midnight, giving hue to a brand-new kingdom.

The scenery is getting further yet, the cherry blossoms follow after the ship, leaving no space for a threat too small.

The chilly atmosphere grows distant as the island strays and the crow's nest feels ever desolate in this bitter aftermath. If it wasn't for the subtle footsteps making their way up to your location in this stillness, you would have slacked off.

A nice scent of roasted baby potatoes entices your nose as a pleased sigh leaves you, slacking off indeed.

Crows nest is not made for two people, yet, with intense and swift maneuvers he lets the plates holding the delicious food dangle on his palms, your pupils follow them, until he brings the right one near your face. You spare him and grab the food, digging in with vigor, among the bites you let out a satisfied hum.

``This is delicious Sanji!`` Delicious as always, one can taste the love and passion through the spices and the warmth of the meal.

His voice volume dismisses the late hour of the night.

``Really?! Thank you (Y/N)-chwan~♡`` Sanji sure appreciates compliments from a lady, maybe a little too much. Though you don't mind his swooning, it's certainly fun to see him become overly affectionate and energetic, a considerable change compared to his interactions with the male members of the crew.

``Thank you too, Sanji.``

After you, Sanji turns to his plate, staring into the view that brought the night chill. He doesn't waste any time as he bites into the hot meal. The silence is welcome among the stars, shining bright from the dark horizon. The obscurity brings peace, the comfort of knowing little and needing no more.

The time is but an illusion as the meal on both plates shrinks until it's consumed with no remains left. Calm is not addressed between you two, finding peace in each other's presence in enough, no words are needed.

Binoculars rest on the floor, unused, but no amount of enlargement of distant images could find the reasonable explanation for the bravery brewing as you stare at the side profile of a blond. The soft features and the clean skin mix well with the pink undertones. You know he is handsome.

You're sure most would agree to that statement. Perhaps that's the thought that picks the simple, sweet, and corny line out of your teeth. It pierces the silent atmosphere.

``Sanji.`` You watch as he turns. The dim blue eye answering your curiosity. At first glance, the cook appears yellow or black, depending on the individual. However, you'd say his soul is the color of roses, with shades of light and hot pink mixing with his pale outer layer. Yet, you can hear a green-haired man argue that his inner soul is but a burning red and orange at the back of your mind. The color of blood on the tip of a silver knife he handles with ease.

You find yourself seeing all three views. Sanji is all of them. You don't seem to mind.

You watch that eye blink twice before opening your mouth.

``... I think you stole something from me.`` You find yourself craving that shade of blush that only appears on his face whenever a compliment is given to him by a woman. You want to see the pink blush appear on that ear once more tonight, it would be such a beautiful sight next to the falling cherry blossom petals.

You watch as Sanji takes in what you said. His baby blue lights up with curiosity and focus. He thinks about what he could have stolen as he goes through the memories of today, only to come up blank.

``I stole something...?`` The confusion settles as a smile appears on your face. The man appears oblivious to your deep emotion. The wicked hidden-entertainment. He can not distinguish the extra twist added to your lips.

``I think you stole my heart, Mr. Cook.`` There's a moment of silence that's quite loud, it stretches for a while as you stare at Sanji's widened eyes, you would have compared them to dinner plates if it weren't for the fallen cigarette, that you stomped and made sure to put out. (Can't forget to pick it up later!)

His reaction is not something you've expected. The frozen state as he gazes at you is new. The blank eyes speak of such a shock that you are not sure it could be considered as an emotion, rather a process of doubting oneself, the reality, and the life itself. You're thankful it doesn't last because soon the man you are familiar with, returns.

Sanii who closes his mouth and lets the pink petals land on his head, shining and adorning him with pink light. The blush that arises on his cheeks is shy, the pupil holding a small heart as love colors the iris. Eye round and sunken, Sanji seems small, his body unmoving as he gazes at you. Tongue dripping with romance.

``...I did...?`` You didn't know that a voice could be described as small. It's almost enough to shock you into silence.

Lightly, you bite your lip. You should know better by now.

Your mouth moved. It spoke in a tone you are unfamiliar with, almost like in a trance, addicted to a man much like candy, so sweet and sugar-coated. Your face must be red too, but it can't compare to the flustered Sanji standing in front of you, lighting up in shades more intense.

Cute.

Hopeful, he felt hopeful. The smell of fright coming off of him, is thin.

Shit. You might just devour him tonight.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 2

Mo’s Kinktober Special

The Crew’s Whore (Part 2) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your power fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy. 

Pairing: Franky x afab!reader

WC: 3100 I'm so sorry

TW: IS THIS A SAFE SPACE?!?! Banging a robot, alcohol consumption oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, crying, forced orgasm? face shot, heavy use of pet names, cringe, his body is a sex toy idk, cringe, so much cringe, please forgive me I love him, idc

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Robo-boning uder the cut:

Chapter 2: The Cyborg

It was a breezy evening aboard the Sunny as you sipped from your wine glass while leaning forward against the railing of the deck. Sanji had once again prepared the crew a fantastic meal and you felt full and comfortable with the cool sea wind blowing through your hair. It was late, most of the crew had returned to their quarters. Zoro was up in his crows nest dojo having a late night workout, Franky had returned to his workshop to fiddle with some new cannon technology, Luffy was in a food coma and snoring loudly laid up against the mast, and even Sanji had finished dishes with Robin’s help and excused himself to bed. Robin was always so helpful with the dishes with her Devil Fruit powers and all. 

You were alone out here with only the sounds of the waves crashing against the hull and your captain’s aggressive snoring. You thought about how you missed your old life, but also how happy you were with the Straw Hats. You loved your job at the brothel and it certainly was less dangerous… but this new life? It was… exhilarating. You loved it. 

*I think I need something stronger* you thought to yourself…

You looked at your empty wine glass and walked into the galley for something more exciting. It was spotlessly clean and empty. You opened up the liquor cabinet and perused your options. Vodka, tequila, gin, rum.. hmm… 

*It’s a pirate’s life for me, I guess.* You giggled and grabbed the bottle of spiced rum off the shelf. You realized that taking it straight from the bottle was a little barbaric for a late night solo cocktail and went to the fridge for a mixer. Orange juice, mineral water, nothing suitable to mix with rum. You wracked your brain, what would go well with rum?  A lightbulb went off in your brain, there’s an obvious choice. Cola! 

Rum and cola went together like peanut butter and jelly, like pancakes and syrup, like tea and honey. Your mouth watered at the prospect of a tasty drink… You knew there wasn’t any cola in the kitchen, but you knew exactly where it was. You filled a glass from the cabinet with ice and held it in one hand and the bottle of rum in the other. You pushed past the swinging galley door towards the hallway that went to the center of the ship. You skipped down a flight of stairs until you reached a wooden door marked with blue cartoonish stars. Blue lettering adorned the top of the doorway reading ‘Franky House.’ 

*So nostalgic of him* you chuckled to yourself before knocking twice. 

“What’s up?” You hear Franky’s booming voice from the other side of the door. You opened the door and sidled in with your glass and bottle in hand. 

“Oh heyyy pretty thing, what are you doing up at this hour?” Franky turned on his stool next to his workbench to look at you. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” You smiled at him as you strode confidently towards the fridge you spotted in the corner of his room. “Fancied myself a rum and cola, figured you’d be the guy to call about finding a bottle of cola around here.” 

“Yeah babe! Mi cola es su cola!” He flashed you a winning smile before he turned back towards his work bench and continued fiddling with whatever gadget he was working on before your intrusion. You grabbed a bottle of brown syrupy liquid from the fridge and brought it over to him. You said nothing, just pointed the head of the bottle in his direction. He barely looked up as he reached his large hard out and popped the cap off of the bottle for you. You smiled. 

“Thanks, handsome.” 

You returned to the desk in the middle of the room where you had set your rum and glass, setting the cola down. You picked up the rum and poured a GENEROUS amount over the ice. You topped it off with the freshly popped cola and brought the glass to your lips. Holy shit you over did it with the rum but damn, that’s good. You took a few more sips and let out a big sigh. 

“Rough day, sweet cheeks?” Franky laughed after hearing your exasperated sigh. 

“Hmm.. I guess. Just feeling a bit nostalgic is all.”

Franky’s hands continued to manipulate the mechanical item on his work bench.

“Yeah I get it. It happened to all of us, ya have this whole life and then all of a sudden you’re a pirate. It’s super weird. You’ll get used to it, y/n, we all do. We can talk about it, if ya like.” He doesn’t turn around. He had always been so good at expressing his emotions, such a tender and kind soul. He knew how you felt, and wanted you to feel heard. 

*Such a sweet heart for a robot* you thought to yourself. But he wasn’t a robot, he was still a man. Sure, his body was more metal than flesh at this point, but it didn’t take away from what a gentle spirit he had. You started to wonder what other human instincts he had left… 

“Honestly Frank? I’m kind of trying not to think about it. What are you working on?” You walk over to his work bench and lean up next to him, against the table backwards, able to see the item on the table but facing his body. 

“Oh this? Nothing totally crazy, just something I was thinking about for my forearm cannon. You see this part here…” He was excitedly telling you about his work, clearly passionate about his science. You nod and give him “hmm”’s here and there. You pour another strong drink and bring it back over to Franky’s work bench. You set the glass in front of him.

“I can’t be the only one indulging tonight, right?” You say seductively as you slide the glass towards his massive chest. 

“Well little lady, I’m usually a cola purist, but I guess one drink won’t hurt.” Franky grabs the glass in his large hand and slams the drink in one gulp. He hisses out, not prepared for how strong you made the cocktail. 

“My god girl, you’re trying to get me drunk?!”

You laugh out loud and pour yourself another drink. 

“No no, just trying to get more comfortable!” You laugh again. “Now tell me more about this hydraulic, fusion combustion, thingy again…” 

You say this as you set yourself down on Franky’s wide lap, drink in hand. 

“Okay so if you can see this piece right here…” Franky continued explaining his latest project to you as you became distracted by his handsome features. He had a strong, chilled jaw, defined abs, incredible thighs and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to his swim briefs. Was it still real? Did he have anything or was he like a doll?

You let your thoughts get the better of you and you set your glass down on the workbench. You slid to your knees in between Franky’s spread legs and let your head rest on his thigh. 

“WoAAhhh sweet thing, something else on your mind?” He dropped what he was working on and lifted his sunglasses onto his head as he looked down at you. He leaned back. You giggled up at him while stroking his crotch slowly. 

“mmmm yes. How could I not wonder? I’ve thought about it so much. Never had someone like you before…” You drew your face closer to the growing bulge in his swim briefs as you palm him. 

“Are you sure? How much do you want it? It might be too much for ya, doll face…” Franky puts his large palm on the side of your face, seemingly a bit concerned. 

“I want it. I can take it, please show me.” Your fingers worked at the hem of his tight black speedo before he helped you bring it down to his ankles. You pull them all the way off and return to your kneeled position between his legs. 

“Wow…” 

His cock was so gorgeous. It had to be real. It was so long, thinner than you’d like, but the length was truly impressive. The base was decorated with tufts of blue hair. 

“Is this good for ya, babe? Tell me what ya like and I can make it happen." Franky stroked your hair as you were staring at his cock from between his knees. 

“What?” You didn’t know what he was talking about. Was he that confident in his sexual abilities? You felt your cunt clench in anticipation. 

“No, this," He nods his head down at his erect cock. "I can make it anything you want. Too big?” You stared up at him with wide eyes. 

“Want bigger? Maybe you’re a little size queen?” Franky smirked at you with those last words. 

“No no,” You stuttered out. “Could you… could you maybe make it a little… thicker?” You were so embarrassed, you felt so silly asking for this man to change up his own cock for you. 

“Of course doll, if you want to be stretched out real good, who am I to deny you?” Franky smiled as he pressed his metal nose. 

You stared at his erect penis as it became girthier right before your eyes. 

“No way…” You gasped quietly to yourself. 

“Yes way baby! You really thought I would rebuild my own body and not give myself an incredible dick?” He grinned down at you between his legs. “Now… where were we?”

You felt his hand gently push the back of your head towards his newly engorged cock. You were snapped out of your stupor and grabbed the thick length with both hands and began to pump it slowly. 

“Perfect….” Franky cooed at you as you stroked him. 

You leaned forward and took his tip into your mouth. He groaned loudly. You knew he would be loud, he always is, why would now be any different?

You gradually took more and more of his cock into your mouth and bobbed your head up and down. With each pull backwards you slurped and dragged your tongue across the bulbous head of his dick. 

“Fuck, shit, just like that…” He tried so hard not to ram his hips into your face, knowing it would scare you off. His body was too strong. 

“Shit baby… You’re way too good at this… get up here and let me stuff you.” 

Once again your pussy squeezed around nothing, pushing out a drip of your arousal. Franky leaned down and grabbed your hips to pull you upward. 

In a moment you were on your back on Franky’s workbench, his projects swept to the the floor with one brush of his huge forearm. He was man handling your body to pull all your clothes off of you. You lay back down on the table, now fully bare in front of him.

“Franky, fuck me. Please. I want it.” 

He hovered over you, massive body eclipsing yours. 

“And you’re sure? I told you it might be too much… Once I start… well it can just be a lot for someone who isn't used to it.” Franky asked you for the last time, making sure you knew what you were getting into. 

“Yes, Frank. I’m so sure.” 

He pushed you down forcefully, but you protested by rising to your elbows and catching his lips in a wet kiss. He accepted your kiss and forced his tongue past your spit covered lips. You groaned at his dominance, such a change from how you were used to being with your other lovers. 

After making out for several moments, you whined a bit too loudly when he pinched at your nipple. 

“Okay okay needy girl, I’ll give you what you want now. But don’t say I didn’t warn you…” 

He pushes your thighs up with one hand as he lines his perfect cock up with your sopping hole with the other. He squeezes himself in slowly. 

“Holy FUCK, my GOD Franky…!” You shout out as he sinks balls deep inside of you, having you in a mating press with one hand due to his large stature. 

“Oh pretty lady, we haven’t even started.” He begin to pull out and shove himself back into your cunt, slick coating his cock more and more with each thrust. You slammed your eyes shut in pleasure, his dick was hitting all the perfect spots inside of you almost like it was made perfectly to fit your body… oh wait… it was. 

All of a sudden you felt a new sensation along with his heft length splitting you open. Was he… vibrating? Your neck snapped up and your eyes shot open to meet his above you. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. Had to add something for the ladies pleasure, right?”

“FRANKY!” Your body lurched forward and grabbed his biceps. You had never felt anything like this before. It’s like your body was lit up by electricity. The smooth drag of his vibrating cock against your g-spot was complete sensory overload. 

Franky chuckled. He continued railing into your tiny body, chasing his own pleasure, not worried that you’d reach yours. 

“Frank I’m going to-!” You yelped as your body tumbled over the edge in pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Your spasming cunt pushed out your release all over your lovers abdomen and legs.

“Wow doll face, I never thought you’d be a squirter!” Franky laughed over you as he drilled his hips into yours further, not concerned about your recovery from your intense orgasm. Your body was limp in his hold now, not able to produce any sort of coherent phrase. 

“Franky wait, I feel like-Ah!“ 

You were cumming again. It was only a few moments after your last orgasm and your center was  squeezing and creaming on Franky’s thick robotic cock again. You had lost full control over your body, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. You screamed. You had no idea what words you were trying to scream, but you screamed. 

“You like that, huh baby? How about one more for me? I think you can do it, right?” Tears streamed down your face as you laid on his workbench, boneless. Your cunt was throbbing in both pain and pleasure. You were being thrust into so forcefully that your body slid back and forth on the table, your breasts basically hitting you in the chin as they bounced so aggressively. 

“Mmmm.. Hmm. FUCK! Yes I can do it, I can take it!” You felt drunk on pleasure, barely able to keep your eyes focused. The sensations in your pussy were unlike anything you’d ever experienced. As your cyborg lover pounded into you at an impossible speed, you felt the familiar wave of pressure bubble up from your center, but this time far more intense than the others. 

“There it is baby, I can feel it, I knew you could do it for me sweet thing.” He coaxed you into tipping over the edge. Your back arched and you shrieked up at him. You vision went completely white for a moment as you felt your massive release splattering against Franky’s thighs and cock. Wet, sloppy noises filled the room as you felt your cunt start to tingle with numbness and overstimulation, 

“Can’t… it’s too much!”  You whine loudly at him as you make a feeble attempt to push at his abs, not entirely sure what you wanted yet. 

“That’s just fine doll face, I’ve got something else in mind anyway.” He flashes you a huge grin before grabbing you around your ribs and setting you down on your knees on the floor in front of him.

“Open wide, pretty lady!” He held your hair in a makeshift ponytail with one hand and stroked his massive cock in front of your face with the other. 

Obviously after 3 earth-shattering orgasms you were putty in his large hands. You stick your tongue out and look up at him. After seeing the makeup smeared on your face from spit and sweat and tears, there was no way he could hold back any longer. 

“Fuuuuuuuck…!” He groaned out as he painted your eager, wrecked face with simply so much cum. It dripped off your cheeks and your chin as you happily kept your mouth open for him. He finally finishes his release and taps his cock on your tongue, so you can taste the last bit. 

“Shit you look so super like this!” Franky beamed down at you covered in his thick cum. You grin back up at him, delirious from exhaustion, cum dribbling down your neck. “But I guess I can’t leave ya like that huh?” He grabbed a clean rag from a drawer in his workbench and started wiping his seed off your face, you were so exhausted your eyes fell closed and you held your head in his free hand. 

“Hold on hold on doll, I’m almost done then I’ll put ya to bed.” Franky finished cleaning your face and picked up up off your knees and set you down on his bed. He tucked you in and went to put back on the little clothing he had on in the first place. He moved towards the door of his room. 

“Well thanks for the break, little lady! I have a repair I need to finish up on the deck tonight, but you get some rest.” Franky says from over his shoulder on the way out to the rest of the ship. You close your eyes and relax your bruised and exhausted body into Franky’s mattress. 

"Hey, if you’re feeling up to it when I get back, we can have a round 2! You haven’t even seen half the super stuff I can do, I just went easy on you!” He shouted as he left the room with his toolbox and the door closed behind him. 

Your eyes snapped open.

“WHAT?!”

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a/n I again, am so sorry lol but Franky needs more love. Justice for Franky Fuckers.