#party hard at vinsmokes

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ monster trio & kissing

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includingㅤ━ㅤmonkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, sanji vinsmoke

tag(s)&warning(s). drabbles, gn! reader, sfw, fluff?, what constitutes as fluff idk girl, established relationship w/ zoro and sanji, luffy is a secret third thing i guess?, stray 'kms' threat in sanji's part

from vyon. big up to alex turner and no. 1 party anthem; luffy's is marginally longer because he's my most specialiest boy and he deserves special treatment and i struggled way too hard with characterising sanji in a relationship aside from all the embarrassing simping stuff, he's just amazingly pathetic, i don't wna talk about it, the main star here is luffy

like a lot of other things, kissing comes easy to luffy. though he's never had any couples around him as he grew up, he's been on enough adventures to catch a number of couples share a few quick pecks here and there. sabo's once mentioned kissing as well— a sort of distant memory that comes back when your lips first land on his cheek on your supposed first date. it might be sabo's fault, or his parents, that luffy believes kissing to be bleugh before he's tried it. though in sabo's defence, there wasn't a child in the world that would want to see their parents kissing. still, it isn't as bad as sabo made it out to be, luffy thinks as his wide–eyed gaze follows you back onto the sunny. there's something in the shape of your lips sunburnt onto his cheek, crisp just underneath the scar he'd gotten as a child.

the old scar is a smudge between a burning hypersensitivity and a cold unfeeling stretch of skin; your lips brush against the scar and it tingles itself into simultaneous death and rebirth. burning, melting— luffy presses a hand against his cheek and feels full. then his lips pull into a grin and the burn of your lips spreads out, pushing through every fold of skin as his hand reaches out for the sunny and he flings himself into the air, allowing the feeling to crawl through sinew.

luffy is no stranger to touching— he does it in painstaking excess, but there's a childhood teaching in him that kissing is not the same as touching. he stares at nami for a while, wondering if the instinct to feel her is the same as it is for you; she gets annoyed by his unwavering stare and swats at his head. he decides it's a no.

kissing is meant to be con... consumption? conservative— constellation? no, it's one of those 'c' words that he doesn't really remember, but he knows that he's supposed to ask you if you want him to kiss you. he doesn't understand the idea of waiting for permission but he'd really hate it if you were grossed out, like ace once told him would happen if kissing happened unconventionally(?) (that's not right he thinks), so he asks you one day.

as simple as he gets, luffy comes up to you and asks. "do you want me to kiss you?"

you splutter in shock and you hear movements on the deck still. luffy thinks he'd maybe forgotten something that the people in foosa village taught him but he waits for you to answer anyways. it doesn't come because sanji is aiming a kick at his head and shouting at him about the delicate intricacies of romance and courting. through all the dizzying flips of colour as he jumped away from sanji's attack, a kaleidoscope of the things he loves the most (the sea, his ship, his crew) in his eyes, he sees the hesitant embarrassment that colours your cheeks in. the burn that you've placed in him sparking up a fuse between the two of you at the slip of his tongue against gums and he laughs, swinging away and crash landing on whatever usopp was building out of sticks.

you return to him at a more private time, slip up next to him wordlessly— he doesn't say anything so you fear that he'd forgotten.

"do you still mean it?" your shoulder knocks against his.

"mean what?"

you turn to look at him, your eyes flickering down. "when you asked if i wanted you to kiss me."

that gets his attention, his head turns to you with a flexibility only he has— his eyes blinking at you carefully. "i did, did you make up your mind?" his lips pulled up into a grin, "you want me to kiss you now?"

you wish he had a less abrasive way of asking, but the answer is the same regardless. you nod and luffy takes.

you're not sure what you're expecting at this point. you know how luffy is about psychical touch, he's no stranger to it— everything he's ever known, he's ran his hands over. the amount of times you've been knocked down to his reckless habit of flinging himself into your back, you expect the same thing here.

luffy inspects you for a moment, the corners of his lips pulling down before twitching into a pout, "it's not gonna hurt, silly, why'd you look like that?" he shifts his body to face yours, his knees knocking against yours as he pushes his face closer.

then, his lips stretch outwards— his damn devil fruit— and it's so comical how his puckered lips pulled towards you to press gently against your cheek that you're laughing when it snaps back into place. luffy laughs along with you for a moment. a gooey comfort strained inside of you, your hands pressed against his cheeks— you find a simple joy in pulling his face, and then you find a better joy in leaning yourself closer to press your lips against his.

you're giving so luffy takes. he shifts onto his knees for better leverage to lean into you— the movements are stiff and careless. he's less kissing you and more just pushing his face into yours but you can feel the strain of his smile against your lips so no matter. being luffy, he pushes and he pushes greedily until your hands move from his face to the deck to keep yourself from falling.

it's so stupid how, even though this sucks, you want to make an occupation of kissing him.

it becomes a habit for him to kiss you no matter how far away you are by taking advantage of his devil fruit. eventually, he does get better; you realise why after a pointed comment from robin that hints to the fact that he'd asked her for kissing tips.

zoro is all lingering touch, heated spaces, and fizzling affection. it's not often that he gives you the pleasure of being skin close with him— not that you mind. he's eye candy enough, grunting and sweating in a handstand with barbells methodically placed on his feet and boxes of miscellaneous supplies for added weight. he's never been the type to need the world in his life; everything he's done has always been to prove a sick something to himself, to his strength.

his devotion is similar. there's no place for prying eyes in your relationship when there's you, the fulfilling adoration, and zoro. sometimes, there is also his swords and other times, there is an overwhelming luffy (who knows no boundaries).

he's always more forgiving with you, but he draws the line at excessive pda and you respect that boundary. fleeting contact has never been zoro's strong suit, he's an all or nothing soldier so when it comes to kissing, he likes the ready privacy that allows him to indulge. so he ignores the pointed staring, how you've made yourself comfortable on the benches in the crow's nest; your body sprawled out following the curve of the seats as your face turns red from how you have your head hanging off the cushioned planks.

he grunted, turning his head back down to the floor before he loses his balance.

you start counting, "one, two, three." he's well past those measly numbers but he lets you do as you please. "four, five, one, three, sixty–five, twelve, two, negative five, twenty, fourteen, nine—"

he folds his legs down against his chest, letting the weights fall to the floor with a thud. "alright," he straightened up, "you've made your point." an unimpressed look crosses his face.

your lips curled up into a grin and then you pull yourself up, throwing his towel at him. he takes the hit to the face and presses his hand over the fabric to wipe away the sweat and falls next to you, sliding his body down for his head to lay on your thigh.

"ewwww," your face scrunched up, "you're sticking to me." his hair is clinging to his forehead, interrupted strokes of green paint against his temple.

"shut it."

a laugh is quiet on your lips as zoro falls into the comfort of the moment, his eye closing. you trace over his face and then you crane yourself down, ignoring the ache in your spine and neck, your lips fall onto his forehead, "one." you counted. then onto the space between his furrowed brows, "two," his nose, "three". over his eye, "four." you pull back just in time to feel his lashes scratch over your lips.

a heavy judgement in his eye, stern and serious— he curls an arm up to press against your nape and pulls you down. there's a weight that's tethering you to the moment in the curves of his arm and a light–headedness that makes the stillness burst at the seams as zoro ignites everything alive. it's a slow and careful thing, how his head rises to meets yours and then how it tilts so he can slide his lips onto yours.

his arm drags across your neck until you feel moisture in the contour of his calloused hand, fingers pushes into your hair as zoro leans back from your lips, humming. "five." he says, a whisper of a smirk on his lips. a flicker of tender violence in how he fists your hair at its base and pulls your head back to give himself access to your neck. all or nothing, you're reminded, he drags this kind of simple affection into long, several moments.

he continues counting, picking up where you left off until you both hear luffy calling for zoro to help him fish and your relationship mellows back down, protected in loud secrecy.

there's always a strange line to tread when it comes to sharing intimacy with sanji. he's the quickest to melt when it's passing pecks, a second touch of your chapped lips against his cheek.

it depends on the atmosphere of the moment. just as quick as you can puppeteer him to pliant stuttering, sanji is more than capable of wearing you down to your barest core with his appreciative methodical gestures.

what everyone else is most familiar with are the fast moments of sanji softening when you offhandedly touch him. a simple smile on your lips as he gracefully sets your plate down in front of you, ease in the way your head turns to face him and you give his cheek a grateful peck, a quick kiss against his lips when you're splitting ways upon docking on a new island. it's enough of a spectacle that luffy makes the same laughing racket when you kiss sanji casually to see him twirl with new founded energy and hearts in his eyes; that zoro has a trademarked insult ready on his lips whenever it happens; that nami owns a jar that sanji has to put money into whenever he starts his weird dance.

it's almost easy to forget how sanji reciprocates. love has always been a second language to him— it's burrowed in his every unhurried moment when cooking, it's a burn that drove an abscess in him when he was younger, it's straightened postures and the clean lines of his stature for every perverted thought that plagues him. his every move carries an echo, a drumming confession that rings i love you, i love you, i love you until the words are bleeding raw into each other and you feel undeserving in his passion that stinks of cigarette smoke.

the disturbance of the lit end against a clear canvas of blue skies, his arms folded over the handrails of the sunny, the strokes of grey smoke that taints the pristine clouds that rest languidly; a rigid lock on his features until you're brought to his attention with your shoes clicking against the deck. his face shifts into something more delicate— full of feeling that's different from his usual excitable manner.

"bad for you," you begin with a light–hearted scold, plucking the cigarette away from his lips. he turns to you, his back against the handrails.

his restless hands search for touch and find an answering comfort on your skin, turning up and down over the shape of your hips until his thumbs dig into the waistband of your bottoms. "don't," he pleads, "you know it kills me when you're disappointed."

your lips turn upwards, "should i cry?"

"please." his voice wavers between a weak warning and aching desperation as his head falls onto your shoulder, pulling you closer.

the smell of smoke is cauterised into his skin— you don't mind it and you don't mind him smoking, but you think it's funny to act like you do if it has sanji like this. his hair scratches against your skin, tickling an itch he'd placed in you long ago and you thread your straying hand into the strands as his fingers press demandingly into your hips. following your motion, sanji turns his head to look up at you.

a furrow in his brows and a plea in his eyes.

"you know i'm teasing," you lean down, pressing a kiss against his lips as an attempt to appease him, "but you know i'll have to kill myself if chopper comes and redirects his disappointment at me again." you sigh, weary at just the topic. "i mean seriously, he looks at me like i'm the one shoving cigarettes into your mouth and forcing you to inhale."

sanji tries to focus on your words but your lips have left him cold when you pull away; suddenly, being skin to skin isn't enough and he's trying to placate the greed that is curdling inside of him. it works for the better half of a second, his thumbs pull out of your waistband and his arms wrapped around you, one around your waist and the other dressed against your back.

he ducks his head down and settles his craving.

sanji is gentle all around, careful to make even his affections palatable. he starts slow, testing waters that he's skinny dipped in previously and when he finds no rejection, he moves in deeper. he's a lifelong hunger that can never hope to be satiated when close to you, unwavering in a promise that has wedding bells ringing deep in your bones.

there's a new memory of a life he wishes for you, brought to life and fed by the taste of you. for now, he has to pull away as the ship rocks into a tempestuous sea and panicked feet disrupt the echo of the bells. nami starts to shout orders. he pulls away. his heart stutters in time with the unpredictable storm. sanji trips over his feet on his way to pull up the sails and he starts twirling when it makes you laugh.

[yayakoishii]

Please please please!! Sanji x reader request during whole cake island where sanji and reader were already a thing prior to the event and how torn up sanji is over it. Especially if they still hadn't said I love you yet and sanji is realizing that yes he loves reader and wants to marry them but he can't cause he wants to protect them and everyone. Reader having a similar realization/crying to the crew about it and Luffy going, nope this is happening I'm a captain and I'm marrying you two (let's pretend he learned captains can marry people from shanks but he still doesn't know what marriage is just that he can do this so he wants to do it)

Yours To Love | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre/Tags: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Love Confession, Spoilers for Wholecake Island arc

A/n: I hope I'm not too late anon!! I think it's been a week or so since you sent this, so I hope you get to see this <3 I really sat down and wrote this in one sitting like a possessed person hahahah~ Thank you for the request and I hope this is to your liking (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) I tweaked your request very very minorly but I enjoyed writing it a lot!

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Seeing Sanji again was like seeing the sun after weeks and weeks of never-ending rain.

It hadn't been more than a week or two since you had separated in Dressrosa but being a part of the strawhat crew meant you could never catch a break for too long. When you heard what Sanji had done from Nami and the others, a small part of you hurt that maybe, just maybe, you weren't enough for Sanji.

The next moment you had discarded the thought completely and felt horrible for even thinking that way about Sanji. You knew he would never lie to you. You knew, more than anyone on the crew, just how much he truly enjoyed being a part of the crew. Your insecurity over how Sanji and you hadn't yet spoken of love made no difference to the fact that Sanji would never choose to leave the crew.

Maybe he didn't love you back but he loved the crew. So him choosing to go to the tea party where he would be married off was a sign that he must believe either that he can: (a) handle it by himself and make it back no problem, or (b) the situation was dangerous and he wanted to take care of it himself in a way that wouldn't harm the crew. You were more inclined towards b, considering this was Big Mom and Germa 66 that were being talked about.

You wanted to go get Sanji back too but the rest of the crew who had fought in Dressrosa was going to Wano and you were probably expected to do the same. But Sanji was still your boyfriend. He was yours, and he was going to get married off to some girl you had never heard of before today, and your heart refused to accept it. You refused to let him go. He was yours to hold, yours to keep and yours to love. You would get him back even if you had to fight Luffy to join them.

Thankfully, you didn't have to fight him at all. When you meekly suggested joining them, your captain had just tilted his head in confusion and said, "Huh? What do you mean? Of course you're coming. I was going to take you along the whole time."

And now half of the crew was here in Totto land, and Luffy had just defeated Cracker and Kingbaum was taking you three to the castle where Sanji was supposed to be. Instead, you had stumbled across Germa 66 midway and after days, you were finally seeing the face of the man you loved so deeply that it hurt.

"We've come to take you back!" Luffy was hanging onto the coach while you and Nami were still on the running Kingbaum and you could make out Sanji's face from a distance. You were smiling so hard upon seeing him look okay. He wasn't hurt. Good. Suddenly, he turned and kicked Luffy off the coach and you gasped.

"Hey!" Nami was equally shocked. "What was that for, Sanji?!"

"Get lost," Sanji said, his face unlike any he had ever shown the crew, "you miserable inferior pirates."

You considered the possibility that it could be a Germa clone. But there was no way they would take a close to the tea party when they already had done the effort of getting the real deal to come there.

"My name is Vinsmoke Sanji and I am a prince of Germa kingdom!"

He had never told you that in the few months of your relationship. You knew there was something he wasn't telling you but you had never pried because you knew that the reason Sanji wasn't mentioning it was probably because it was something that didn't matter. Germa was supposed to be a thing of his past– and it was supposed to stay there for the rest of his life. Except it had come back, like cockroaches are apt to do, and brought a storm into your lives.

You just stood there, listening to Sanji make claims that were like stabs to your heart continuously. For your situation, your mind felt thunderously calm. You were noting the laughter of his ‘brothers’ in the back, the way Sanji was staring with steely eyes at Luffy and hadn't met your eyes even once, the rigid muscles of his face as he spoke about how he would be getting married to Big Mom's beautiful daughter.

Maybe someone would say you are in denial, but you refused to believe it. Sanji was spouting a load of bullshit and it was making laughter bubble up in your throat. You only kept it down because this wasn't the time or place for it. The Sanji you knew would never say these words, unless he believed it was the only way he could keep you all safe.

"Don't get involved! I'll drive him off."

You couldn't say a word as you watched Sanji and Luffy start fighting. You had never thought you would see this one day. Your heart was hurting and your mind was a huge mess of thoughts but all you could focus on was how much Sanji must be hurting.

He must be wanting to come back home to the Sunny with you. He had told you in the dark covers of night when you two had made love, that there was no place more appropriate than with the crew that he thought of when he thought of the word ‘home’. The boy who had said that to you could never say these words and mean them. He would only say it if it meant protecting his home and his crew.

You watched as Luffy didn't hit back even once and kept taking hit after hit. Silent tears were already streaming down your face from watching Sanji's emotional hurt and Luffy's physical one. You wished this was a nightmare.

When Sanji knocked out Luffy, you finally exhaled and slowly walked over to him. Nami had already gotten past you and slapped him in the face, saying goodbye to him. You stared at Sanji when you were close enough. His head that had turned from the impact of Nami's slap didn't turn to look at yours, as if you were invisible. You let out a shaky exhale and smiled weakly at him.

"I guess," you swallowed as you placed a gentle hand on the cheek Nami was slapped and watched him flinch just slightly under your touch, "even if I said ‘Come back home with me, Sanji’, you wouldn't change your mind, huh?"

He still wouldn't look at you and he didn't respond, but his hand came up to rest over yours. He gave it a gentle squeeze, the way he always did when he would apologise to you for anything. You told your aching heart that it was fine. This wouldn't be the last time you see Sanji.

"This is farewell then," you said quietly, just low enough for only him to hear as your hand slipped away. "I hope you are happy wherever you are. Because if you were doing this for us, then you should know that we'll never be complete without you. And, foolish as I am, I won't be happy without you."

You turned away without looking at him and instead walked back to Luffy and Nami, your eyes threatening to spill tears you did not wish him to see. If this was truly the last time you would see Sanji, you wanted his last memory of you to be of you smiling at him.

You heard Sanji get back up and the carriage drawing away. Luffy got up and started shouting again. Your lips quivered, your back to the road as you looked at your captain. "You can kick me all you want, but you're the one feeling the pain!"

For all his idiocy and no brain cell moments, you knew how well Luffy knew all his crewmates. He may not show it most days, but he understood you all the best. You watched him scream some more, crying harder and harder until he ended with, "Without you, I can't become the pirate king!!"

They were gone after that and in the silence, you could finally feel the flood of thoughts wash over you once again, one thought the most prominent of all. You truly loved Sanji. You had never told him but you loved every inch of him, more than you had ever realised until this moment, when your heart was afraid that it would never be able to tell Sanji this.

"I don't know what I should do," you mumbled, covering your face in your hands. You could feel Nami's comforting arms around your shoulders. "I love him. I love that idiot. Who cares if he's a prince, a beggar or even a Marine?! No matter what he is, in every universe, I would still fall in love with him. I love him so much and I have to stand and watch him marry someone else, all while I keep thinking that it should be me. I want to be the one next to him on the altar and I've, I've lost my chance to tell him."

"No, you haven't," Luffy said firmly from where he was lying. Your tears were starting to dry up and you turned to look at your captain. His face was determined. "Sanji will come. And you will marry him."

"How are we gonna do that, huh?" You chuckled wetly as you settled down next to Luffy.

"We'll get him back and you'll ask him to marry you," Luffy said simply, "and then he will say yes and then, I will marry you two off."

"You'll be our officiant, Luffy?" You giggled. You didn't know what it was about him, but Luffy could make you believe in the most impossible of things. There was already a big part of you that felt at peace from his words. It would work out somehow. If it's Luffy, then anything is possible.

"I heard of it from two of Shanks' crewmates as a kid," he said, giving you a wide grin. "I didn't think I'd ever need to do it but I've looked into it ever since you two started dating. It was getting a little boring waiting for you two though. I was going to ask you two to marry if you took any longer."

"Oh god," you wheezed, feeling insane for laughing at this moment. "That would have been hilarious. A crazy story to tell if someone asked us ‘who proposed’ and we would have to answer ‘Luffy’!"

Your words were cut off by the arrival of clouds from Big Mom's rage. It was time for you to get Sanji back.

•

Pudding's words should hurt somewhere, Sanji thought to himself absent-mindedly from where he was hiding. He had brought the flowers and he had tried to convince himself that his marriage with Pudding could make him happy and it would keep the crew safe. But, she didn't love him the way you did. She could be the kindest, nicest person in the whole world, but she wasn't you.

You, who had seen him through his worst, who had personally tended to his wounds both physical and emotional, who had looked like a heavenly being under him, who had smiled at him despite his secrets, who understood him on such a fundamental level– you were the apple of his eye, the love of his life.

Pudding's words should have hurt but they didn't because he knew that her opinion of him had no impact on your opinion of him. And even if the whole world hated him, you never would. Sanji had thought that this would be where you draw the line. That you would finally get fed up with him and leave. No one even stayed with him in the first place and you had done it for so long that he was afraid you would leave. What he had done at this point would have been enough for anyone else to get angry and slap him.

And yet, when he had seen you there, he knew he couldn't look into your eyes. One look and his resolve would crumble. Because there was no mistaking what he felt towards you whenever he looked into your eyes that seemed to hold the whole world. He truly loved you from the bottom of his heart. There was no one else in this world who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It had to be you. It could only be you.

And yet, he didn't have much of a choice in this whole matter, did he? Sanji just walked away, thinking and thinking about what he should do.

About how he could get back home to you.

•

When all was said and done and all of you were back on the Sunny, making your way to Wano, Luffy just placed a hand on your shoulder and said with his most serious face, "You better do it fast or I will do it on your behalf."

"Shut up," you weakly punched him in the shoulder and rolled your eyes– but your heart was happy. Neither you nor Sanji had talked about anything the whole time you were escaping. You had just hugged him silently and he had done the same; you knew there would be time to talk later. And that time was now. "Sanji?"

"Hm?" Sanji looked up from where he was cooking in the kitchen. After hearing the mess the crew had made with cooking, he had slipped back into his role as always. The sight of him chopping vegetables on the kitchen counter of the Thousand Sunny made your heart warm up. "Sweethea–(y/n)."

He switched from the endearing term to your name, looking nervous. He was probably thinking about how he didn't deserve to call you that anymore, huh?

"Am I no longer your sweetheart?" You asked teasingly as you crossed over to stand across the counter from him. He looked at you, scared yet hopeful. "Did you change your mind about me after seeing, ah, Pudding, wasn't it?"

"No, my love!" He cried out, hands shooting upwards to take you into his arms but he stopped just in time. He didn't know if you still wanted him to touch you. Somehow, it felt like the two of you from all those months back, when you hadn't yet started dating. "This whole time… I couldn't think of anything but how I have wronged you the most out of everyone. I do not feel worthy to be on the receiving end of your love."

"Shouldn't I get to decide that?" You retorted, leaning over the counter. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. It had been too long since you had kissed your golden boy. "If you're the one I love and if you're the one my heart has decided it wants to marry, then you're already worthy, silly boy. You aren't a man until you realise that you're worthy of all the love in this world."

You ended up saying it all in a teasing manner but you could see the shock in his eyes at your words. The silence stretched over the kitchen awkwardly and your smile wavered for a second.

"You better say yes," you huffed to yourself, "because I don't think Luffy made a plan for you refusing my proposal."

Sanji was confused for all of one second before he was nodding, gently pushing aside the vegetables he was cutting so he could slide over the top of the counter to you. He cradled your face in his hands, holding you reverently as he placed kisses all over your face. You flushed under the attention, feeling home at last.

"This feels too much like a dream," he admitted, knocking his forehead on yours. "That you would still want me, that you would still love me… Despite all my mistakes, in spite of how I've wronged you, you're still here."

"I love you with all my heart," you admitted to him. "I love you for who you are Sanji, flaws and all. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If, if you happen to feel the same…"

"Don't be silly," he interrupted you, so unlike himself. "If I shouldn't doubt my worth, you shouldn't doubt my love either. I may not have ever said it before this, but I truly do love you so much."

Sanji pulled you into a kiss and you let him, your arms tightening around his waist. You had been so wrong back then. You had been scared that that would be the last time you're seeing him but right now, you knew that this was the start of seeing Sanji every day for the rest of your lives.

"C'mon then," you giggled after the two of you had made out for a while. "Gotta tell Luffy."

"Why?" Sanji was baffled. "What's Luffy got to do with any of this?"

"Hey now, our captain kindly offered to marry the two of us off, you know."

"He what?!"

"He was also ready to propose on my behalf. You better be happy I beat him to it."

"I don't even know what to say."

"Just let me do the talking, how about that?"

"But of course, sweetheart! ♡"

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[penkura]

hey! how are you?

hope you're doing well :)

I wanted to ask, If you could pretty please write a one shot about Sanji and reader, I'm watching the Zou arc now, and I really want to know how it would be If reader was with him in the moment he finds out about the marriage and leaves the note, she would cry and beg him to stay or something, you can decide If they were already in a relantionship or not.

Anyway feel free to ignore it if you don't want, and take care of yourself <3

PS: sorry If something got wrong, english it's not my first language.

Omg the Zou arc, pain with Sanji geez. I'm so happy for this request tho, I've not written this scenario before! I had an idea for their relationship as soon as I read your message too, so I hope this is what you were looking for! I kept it open for a part two if you'd like later on as well! I hope you enjoy it!

You and Sanji had been close ever since Luffy recruited you shortly after him. Something about the blond had just drawn you in and he was glad to entertain you and spend his free time with you. Even when you’d sit and watch him cook in total silence, Sanji welcomed it, he was happy to have company and someone to listen when he started talking out loud about what steps were next. You learned his most common dishes so well that you were able to rattle off the directions yourself, causing Sanji to become smitten with you quickly.

You’d fallen in the same way, after spending time with and getting to know Sanji. Despite his perverted tendencies at times, you found yourself drawn to and falling completely head over heels for your crew’s chef. He kept somethings about his life before meeting Zeff from you, the most you knew was that he was one of five children and from the North Blue, you didn’t dare pry too much farther. You didn’t want to push him away and ruin the friendship you’d built with him, especially once you realized your feeling for Sanji were more than just friendly.

Not like you’ll ever tell him, if you have it your way. You weren’t going to make things difficult for not only you and Sanji but your whole crew too. You’ve become content to just admire and pine after him, no matter how many times Nami tells you to just say something to him about your feelings, you refuse to do so. You won’t make things awkward, not when everyone is focused on their goals and now looking towards taking down an Emperor of the Sea in Kaido.

“The main event is a wedding,” Bege takes out an invitation and opens it for Sanji to see, “Between the third son of the Vinsmoke family and the 35th daughter of the Charlotte family, Pudding.”

You were content until this new development. A tea party invitation and requirement from Big Mom, a wedding to a girl he’s never met, the last name he’s never once told you about. You just believed he didn’t have one, like Nami or Usopp, it didn’t matter to you if he did or didn’t. He’s Sanji, he’s not this Vinsmoke Sanji. Your mind is reeling as he flat out refuses the invitation, while your crewmates shout their disbelief at this situation, you can’t even seem to join them. Everything moves so fast, the next thing you know, one of Bege’s crew members has whispered something to Sanji that’s got him going rigid, being getting a pen and piece of paper to write something down. You don’t even notice fully that he’s taken and ripped a piece off it, ignoring the looks he gets from the others around, wondering what he’s doing.

While Sanji slips the note he’s written to Nami, you try so hard to finally speak but the words won’t come out. He can’t leave, he just can’t! He’s so important to your crew, to Luffy, to you, Sanji can’t just go off and marry some random girl he’s never met! It’s not fair, even though you’ve never made your feelings known to him, you have no claim on Sanji. You’re able to get back into focus as he speaks to you all again when he hugs you.

“Please know, I never meant to keep anything from any of you.” He grips your shoulder just a bit tighter than he has before, and that’s what finally gets you to speak.

“Sanji, wait! You…you can’t go! I…I lo—”

He stops you with a smile and placing his hand on your head, nodding just a bit. “I know…but don’t worry, I’ll come back…and then we can talk, okay?”

You don’t believe him, even as he forces the four of you out of Bege’s castle, giving everyone a smile and promising to be back later. He’s never lied to you before, why shouldn’t you believe him? You have every intention of running after Bege as he goes to escape, but Nami reminds you that it’ll be pretty hard to do anything when you’re still chained up like the rest of them. Even after the Minks free you, you want to go after them, but she stops you again, with a hug that finally makes you start to cry over not being able to stop him.

At least, until you feel the scratch of paper on your shoulder and realize that’s what he was doing, when Sanji gripped your shoulder tighter. He was slipping you a note separate from everyone, now you can take it and see what he was telling you that he kept from everyone else. You don’t read it until you’re back to the room you and Nami are sharing thanks to the Minks, and all it does is make your heart ache and feel like you should’ve done more, because now you truly don’t believe he’s coming back.

No matter what happens next, I love you. I’ll tell you in person when I come back.

You’re going to help Luffy get him back, your mind and heart are decided.

[arsenic-catnep]

can i request getting a reward from crocodile (if he's an available character and if he isn't) being rewarded by luffy or sanji would also be chef kiss

Good Behavior

Sir Crocodile

He loves to spoil you, always buys you the most expensive clothing, jewelry, shoes and accessories.

Fancy dinners, new cars, flashy events. Croc with take any excuse to show you off.

Of course there's always a catch to everything. You have to be good.

Yes even when there's a vibrator set on high and shoved up your needy hole. You have to be good at this party.

You can't complain, or whine or get handsy.

You most certainly can not take it out.

Though he keeps you glued to his side so there's not much of a chance you'll get away long enough to do so.

You are graciously rewarded when you get home though.

"So good for me. I didn't hear a single complaint from you all night little dove. You must really want my cock huh?"

Soon, Croc has your head shoved into the pillows, cock barrelling into you relentlessly.

Monkey D. Luffy

He doesn't even need an excuse to reward you. He'll shower you in love and affection no matter what.

He loves finding reason to call you a good girl/boy and fuck you stupid.

Luffy uses the littlest things to be able to praise you and drag you off to somewhere private (he'd happily do it out in the open but not everyone else would be happy about that.)

He fucks you so good, complimenting you and telling you how good you are for him.

"You make my cock feel so fucking amazing you know that? And you make me smile and you're always so nice!"

He'll ramble as he's fucking you into the mattress, his fat balls smack against your ass and he just loses himself in you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Another man that hates punishing you, and finds excuses to reward you. Especially with food.

He loves making dishes specially for you, and definitely uses it as a way to get into your bed

Not like he needed to try very hard in the first place.

He loves it when he's pounding into you, and your moaning his name. He also loves to shove his fingers in your mouth so you can suck them.

"Hush now pretty girl/boy. I don't want anyone else hearing what's mine."

His rewards almost always seem to go from food to sex. A strange pipeline, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Served On A Platter (Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Aren’t you my good birthday boy?”

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: In which you give a very special surprise breakfast to your favorite love chef for his birthday...and you make pancakes too.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Bimbo!Reader; Food Play; Oral Sex; Titty Sucking; Deepthroating; msub switch!Sanji; FDom switch!Sanji; Kitchen Sex; Birthday Sex; Sanji Eats You Out On The Table; Bent Over The Counter; Doggystyle; Covering Mouth; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; Almost Caught

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very happy, wonderful to my love chef, my 200th baby daddy AND favorite Strawhat member, Sanji Vinsmoke!! Enjoy, y'all & happy March! Let's all make it a good month now that spring is coming! -Jazz 🩷🩷

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It’s a beautiful Saturday morning out at sea. 

The sun is pouring through the curtains and you’re snuggled up underneath your man with his arms wrapped tight around you in bed. 

Usually, you’d be giddy at the chance to spend the morning in bed with your handsome and cuddly boyfriend, cuddled up into his hard chest and breathing in his scent after a night of amazing, passionate, mindblowing sex that had you screaming and Zoro knocking on the wall to shut you both up. 

Usually, you’d spend time watching him as he sleeps, tracing his skin with your fingertips and admiring how the sun makes his lashes and hair look like spun gold. Sanji is such a pretty, pretty man––all long legs and a body lean with muscle and an even prettier dick. You couldn’t be happier or luckier to have him for your own…and yet he says he’s the lucky one! 

Saturday mornings are reserved specifically for cuddling and morning sex (exclusively in that order)...but not today. Today, you have a plan. A plan that involves keeping Sanji asleep until that plan is complete. 

So after pecking him gently on the cheek, you slip out of bed and tip-toe to the bathroom for your silk robe to throw on. You then walk to the bedroom door and silently slip out, closing the door behind you. As you creep to the kitchen, you can hear sounds of the Strawhats sleeping: snores from Luffy and Zoro; Chopper adorably talking in his sleep, etc. 

The sky is not yet alight with the sun which peeks ever so slightly over the horizon, making the water glitter like it’s made of diamonds. The crew is usually asleep around this time which means you have about two hours before everyone is awake and feening for homecooked meals…specifically Sanji’s homecooked meals. 

But today, you want to give him a break and cook for him and the crew for a change. Today is his day, the very day he was brought onto this beautiful, blue planet. His birthday! You originally had no idea what to do for him as Sanji isn’t a “birthday person”. You were shocked to hear that he didn’t even want a party. 

“Don’t strain yourself, mon chéri,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Every day is my birthday with you on my arm.”

Though the sweet talk worked for a little while, you still felt bad for not being able to give him anything for his birthday. Then one night, you came up with the perfect idea. Your man loves to cook for those he loves, so why not you cook for him and show him how much you love him? 

It’s the perfect idea! Though you aren’t a master cook like Sanji, you can read a recipe and you’ve helped in the kitchen many times before. You want to show how much you appreciate him sweating over a stove to fix meals for you and the crew. How much you adore his passion and his loving nature. And the way to man’s heart is ALWAYS through his stomach. 

So you tip-toe into the kitchen and begin to set up shop …but with a twist. Before you start cooking, you strip yourself of your robe and put on Sanji’s “Kiss The Cook” apron, tying it around your waist. It only covers your naked front, leaving the completely exposed so your thong and delectable asscheeks show. You giggle excitedly as you skip to the fridge for ingredients. Sanji is going to be soooo surprised! 

You figure pancakes, eggs, and bacon are good enough, so you begin making those. You play music softly on the stereo that Sanji usually plays his music on, either something jazz-related or French, wash your hands, and begin to cook. 

You butter up your pans. You pour milk into the bowl of beaten eggs and whisk them before pouring the yellow mixture into a nonstick frying pan for fluffy, scrambled eggs. You fry the bacon in a pan, loving the way it sizzles and snaps in the grease. You pop some yeast rolls dusted in flour and glazed with butter in the oven for twenty-five to thirty minutes. 

Then you start on the pancake mix, humming to Michael Buble’s “Sway” as you do. You find yourself swaying your hips and naked ass beneath Sanji’s apron as you add eggs, flour, milk, vanilla extract, and cinnamon (Sanji’s secret ingredient to sweet pancakes and waffles) to the mix. 

Though you find yourself multi-tasking to make sure things don’t burn, you also find yourself loving every minute of cooking. You love the many delectable aromas in your nose and the joy of doing something well. Is this what Sanji feels like every time he cooks? After placing the fluffy eggs on a plate and turning the bacon over in the pan, you begin to whisk the pancake batter with a firm hand like Sanji has taught you before, holding the bowl in the crook of your arm. 

You sway your hips without a care in the world, humming happily to the music and smiling to yourself as you picture your boyfriend’s face once he gets a look at this delicious birthday breakfast…but little do you know, he is already getting a look at his breakfast by the door and it has zero to do with the food. 

You hear a slight clearing of someone’s throat and it’s enough to make you jump and nearly drop the bowl. You whip around, finding Sanji leaning against the kitchen door. He is in the silk matching PJs he bought for you and himself though barefoot so you get a look at his big ass feet. Your eyes trail up to his crotch where you see the outline of him, meaning he’s freeballing this morning. 

You practically foam at the mouth for a piece of that dick this morning, but you know that comes later. Sanji gives you a crooked smile, nodding at the stereo. “Nice song.” 

You slowly inhale and exhale, slowing your hammering heartbeat. “What are you doing up?” you curiously ask. “I thought you were sleeping!” You turn to the counter, lowering the bowl of pancake batter down.

“Well, I woke feeling cold and I realized you weren’t in bed with me,” Sanji says as he wanders into the delicious-smelling kitchen. “Plus, somethin’ smelled good and I knew the others weren’t cooking. I initially thought I was just dreaming.” 

You giggle, turning off the fire for the bacon and scooping them out with a spatula before placing them on a plate beside the eggs. The butter in the pancake ban has begun to sizzle so you carefully scoop a bit of batter into a spoon and pour it into the pan in an almost perfect circle. But shape doesn’t matter. You just hope it looks and tastes good. 

“You’re up early,” he points out. “What are you doing out of bed, mon chere?” You feel him push himself up behind you, making you feel every outline of his muscles and his dick in his silk pants. You swallow hard, trying to focus on the sizzling pancake as he wraps his arms around you. “Cooking for the crew…but mostly for you.” 

“For me?” Sanji questions, sounding confused. “You’re cooking for me? Why?”

You pause, flipping the pancake over to reveal a golden brown surface with crunchy, brown edges. The best kind of pancake! “Because…” You twist around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “Today is a special day.” 

You watch as your beautiful boyfriend’s face, still twinged with sleep and laziness in his eyes, scowls at you with a cute, confused pout. “Your birthday!” you exclaim. “Hello?! Did you forget about your own birthday, babe?” You run a hand through his unruly, blonde hair, too tempted to ignore. 

Sanji shakes his head, still looking adorably befuddled. “No, I just figured it wouldn’t be a big deal for all of this.” You turn to take the pancake out of the pan and place it on a big plate to stack up late with pancakes. “All I’m doing is making pancakes,” you giggle as you pour another circle of batter into the pan. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but it still can be.” 

Though you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed or even a beautiful spread of flapjacks, eggs, bacon, coffee, and fruit at the table, you know he is pleasantly surprised and overjoyed when he hugs you to his body oh-so tightly. “Oh, darling,” he coos. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to go through such trouble. You are my birthday present.” 

After you flip the second pancake over, you flush at his sweet talk and twist around to face him. His lips are on yours immediately, claiming them in a kiss that is passionate at first but then quickly becomes passionate and heated. Soft moans travel into each other’s mouths as the hold you have around his neck grows tighter and you have to stand on your toes to reach him due to how tall he is. 

Sanji’s hands begin to sneak around your waist to give your ass a squeeze and then trail up o the ties of his apron and your naked back. He briefly stops kissing you to look down at you in shock. “Wait….are you naked under here?” He looks down at your chest where, sure enough, your luscious breasts and hard nipples push through the apron. “It’s another surprise for you,” you purr. 

Sanji nearly gets a nosebleed. He has to cover his mouth with one hand while the other quickly snatches at you, pulling you into his hardened cock under his pants. “Ah-ah,” you giggle, smacking his hands away. “No nookie until after I serve you.” Sanji’s eyes gleam with lust at your words. 

“You know what I mean!” you whine, ignoring the throb in your panties as you push him towards the small breakfast table on the other side of the kitchen. “Now stop trying to turn me on and go sit down. I’m putting the pancakes on now.” 

With a groan and a pout, Sanji does as you say and sits down, stretching his long legs out in front of him. You smile, feeling frisky and sexy after you pour the third pancake into the pan. 

“Lemme just check on the yeast rolls,” you loudly announce before opening the oven door and bending forward, giving your man the perfect view of your ass. 

“God!” he groans, making you giggle to yourself. “You’re killing me over here, baby. Please don’t tease me.” You close the oven and turn to him, finding him stroking himself through his pants, his face twinged with a red blush that makes him look absolutely adorable. You love how it’s so, so easy to rile him up. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you mock innocently say as you begin brewing some coffee. “I’m only checking on breakfast so I can serve you, sir.” At the mention of his favorite nickname in the bedroom coming out of those pretty, soft lips of yours, Sanji has to grab several napkins to clean up the drops of blood that have begun to ooze out of his nose. 

You strut over to him once more, bringing a coffee mug and a pot of freshly brewed coffee with you. “Would you like some coffee while you wait for your food, sir?” you ask, staring down at him and slowly batting your lashes. 

“You sure I can’t just have you?” he purrs, one hand sneaking sound your waist to smack your ass. The delicious sound of his hand making contact with your asscheek nearly makes you moan. “I don’t think he can wait until the pancakes are done.” He nods down at his cock that is throbbing in his pans. You think about throbbing in your mouth instead. 

“Oh, he’s gonna!” you scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “I’ve been sweating in here since 7 AM doing this, so until then…” You sneak a hand up Sanji’s lap and give his cock a squeeze, gasping him to gasp. “You can just watch,” you seductively whisper and give his earlobe a nibble before skipping back over to the stove, much to his dismay and torture. 

You can feel his eyes on you, your thick ass, beautiful legs, and award-winning, jiggly, soft titties as you move about the kitchen, flipping pancakes, setting the table, and preparing an ensemble of fruit. Finally, you finish cooking the pancakes and have a stack of them, golden brown and sweet smelling, that you’re proud of. 

After bringing the plates of bacon and eggs over to Sanji, you also bring him the pancakes and a tray of sliced strawberries, mangoes, cantaloupe, pineapple, and freshly picked grapes from the fridge. In addition, you add a plate of soft butter for spreading, whipped cream, and a bottle of blueberry-flavored syrup for dowsing his pancakes in.

After putting an empty plate in front of him, you step away with your hands behind your back and respectfully bow. “Here we are, sir: a birthday breakfast just for you.” 

Sanji looks at the food spread in awe as if you just roasted a hog and a turkey. “Darling,” he coos. “I still can’t believe you did this!” He smiles up at you, making you feel all warm and gushy inside. “Well, don’t be shy,” you giggle, nodding at his empty plate. “Dig in!” 

Happily, he begins to stack some pancakes and eggs onto his plate. You watch with bated breath as slathers his pancakes in butter and drizzles it in syrup before cutting a bit of the fluffy, flat cakes and chewing into them. He chews once, twice, three times, and then swallows, not saying much for a moment. He just stares at the pancakes, making you anxious. “Well?” you nervously ask. 

“It’s…” He slowly turns to look at you and a smile stretches across his lips “Baby, this is delicious!” he declares. He gazes up at you adoringly and gratefully, his eyes twinkling. “I’ve never had anyone do this for me before. Thank you.” 

You feel relief and happiness overflow you, so glad that you didn’t fuck this up. “I’m so happy you love it,” you sigh. You bend down to peck him on the cheek, giving the curl on his forehead a flick. “You’re very welcome and happy birthday.” 

You then turn to walk back to the stove but Sanji stops you by taking your wrist. “Aren’t you gonna sit down with me and enjoy this delectable breakfast too?” he asks. You shake your head, nodding at the pots and dirty pans stacked up on the stove. “I have to clean up first before the crew wakes up and…” The rest of your sentence dies when Sanji pulls you over and has you sit down in his lap. 

With you now so close to him, he begins to pepper your neck in kisses, coaxing you to lean your head back and enjoy them. “What are you doing?” you giggle.

His one hand moves to the ties keeping the apron on your body, playing with them. “Enjoying my other birthday gift,” he murmurs against your skin. “The pancakes are delicious, my love, but I believe something else is just as yummy.” 

He then pulls on one string, causing the apron to fall off of your body and expose your naked breasts to him. Attracted to your hard, brown nipples like a moth to a flame, Sanji attaches his lips to one of your nipples while he plays with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and index finger. 

You gasp, arching your back and pushing your chest into his touch despite your protests. “B-But, Sanji,” you weakly protest. “Your food…” 

“I have my food right here,” he softly growls before standing up with you in his arms and sitting you up on the table. “Don’t worry, I can heat it up later. I’d never waste such a meal you took the time to make me, mon chéri.” 

A mischievous and lustful twinkle appears in his eyes as he spreads your legs and presses a hot, passionate kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs to get rid of your soaked panties. “But I need to show you how much I appreciate such a gift, don’t I?” he asks, his voice much deeper and breathier than before. 

Minutes later, you are gripping your boyfriend’s blonde locks for dear life as he spreads your thighs wide and laps at your gushing pussy like a hungered man despite the food spread on the table. He eats you out like you’re the best thing he has ever tasted, alternating between fast flicking and slow strokes on your clit and dipping lightly into your pussy.

Your eyes roll back and your back arches, your body completely seized with pleasure. “Shit, Sanji!” you moan. “S-Slow down! Someone could–oh, fuck–someone could come in and see us!” 

“I don’t care,” he growls into your pussy, still licking and slurping away. “Let them see me kneeling before such a beautiful woman.” He moves his pillowy-soft lips to suck gently on your clit, making your toes curl by his ears. “Look at me,” he roughly pleads. You do, looking down to stare into his eyes between your legs. “Grab my hair, gorgeous. Put me where you want me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” 

And you do, unable to hold back as he continues to eagerly, hungrily lap, suck, and slurp at your pussy, giving you ultimate pleasure. “Fuck, baby, yes!” you whine. “You’re so good at this! Such a good boy for me.” At the sound of praise falling upon his ears, Sanji moves his jaw faster, wanting to take you to the peak of ecstasy. 

You giggle, loving how much of a switch your man is. The moment he gets some praise, he’s falling putty into your hands and turning into the cutest subby boy who only wants to please you and make you cum your brains out. “Aren’t you my good birthday boy?” you coo, stroking his hair back. “You love eatin’ this pussy?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” he moans, still eagerly lapping away at all that you give him. 

“Let’s make it even sweeter for you then,” you purr and reach over to get the bottle of syrup. Already aware of what type of time you’re on, Sanji stops eating your cunt to watch as you begin to drizzle some of the sugary, sweet, blueberry syrup onto your pussy lips. He is transfixed, loving the way the substance drips down your delectable, heavenly honeypot. 

He digs in immediately, making you moan and swear like a sailor at the way he works his tongue and mouth. “Fuck, darling!” he moans into your pussy. “You taste so fucking good! I could eat you out for days! So fucking delicious…” 

It doesn’t take long for his ministrations, mouth, tongue, and nose bumping against your clit to bring you close to the edge. Your thighs begin to shake and you can feel that knot in your core about to snap. “Sanji!” you whine. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby boy! I’m so close!” 

Sanji hums happily into your pussy, looking up at you with his soft lips sticky with syrup and wet with all that your pussy gushed onto him. “Do it,” he begs. “Cum for me, mon chéri. Give me all that honey. Please!” 

He continues to beg and plead for your cum until, finally, you spill all over him with a moan of his name. Bliss engulfs your senses as you cum deep in Sanji’s mouth much to his delight. He laps at your cream, cleaning up every spot that you could have possibly left wet until you are sensitive and twitching. With a soft sigh, he pulls away and licks at his lips, looking at you as he does so. “Definitely sweeter than the pancakes,” he sighs. 

You don’t waste any time recovering. You don’t need to do that. All you need right now is him…preferably naked. So you slide off of the table and plant one on him immediately, catching him by surprise. He doesn’t stop you when you begin to get him out of his PJs, making him laugh when you quickly unbutton his top and untie his pants. You take his pants and undies down in one sweep, leaving him naked before you. 

Your eyes hungrily trail over his toned, tan physique, blonde wisps of chest hair that always make you wet, and his hard, throbbing, leaky cock hanging like a third arm hanging from between his legs. He watches with literal heart eyes as you lower onto your knees with the syrup and the whipped cream, giggling mischievously as you do. 

“Your turn,” you giggle before applying the whipped cream and syrup on his dick and slurping it up. He tosses his head back and moans as you suck and gag on his cock, quickly becoming messy with the sticky syrup and whipped cream dripping from your lips. You stroke his cock and fondle his balls too, loving how your pretty, long, pink nails look against his skin and his veiny cock. 

Sanji praises you endlessly, nothing but sweet nothings and love talk dripping from his lips as he watches you give him neck on the kitchen floor. “Fuck, darling,” he sighs. “You’re such an angel, my love. I’m so, so lucky.” 

You pop off of his cock, spit dripping from your mouth and your throat feeling tingly. “Put your hands on me,” you pant, lightly dragging your nails down his thighs the way he likes. “Grab my hair and fuck my face, Sanji. Show me how much you love my mouth.” 

And he does. He grips the back of your hair and proceeds to fuck your face, pumping in and out, in and out, of your sloppy, eager throat. His handsome face flushes red as he watches you, his perfect woman, turn into an absolute slut for him as he rails through your throat like it’s your pussy. “S-Shit, Y/N!” he loudly groans. “That’s so fucking good. You take this cock so well, fuck!” 

He allows you to pull away to breathe, but you still stroke him with your hand, pumping his cock in your face. “Not so loud, baby,” you giggle. “You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” 

But you can tell Sanji is past the point of caring, his eyes dark and jaw tight. “I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, gently pushing you away from him to avoid spraying your face with his cum. “Stand up. I’ll be damned if I cum down my birthday gift’s throat instead of inside of her where I belong.” You giddily stand with a stupid smile on your face, loving it when he gets like this with you. 

But then you smell it: the smell of burning bread that invades your nostrils. You know Sanji smells it too and turns to the oven immediately. “What’s that smell?” you wonder aloud and then gasp, horrified. “The rolls!” you squeak before hurrying over to the stove, naked. You open up the door and cough as a plume of smoke explodes into your face. 

You quickly get an oven mitt and take out the tray, sighing in relief at the fluffy, golden rolls sitting there that are unharmed. You feel Sanji come up behind you, looking over your shoulder as you put the rolls on the kitchen counter. “They’re okay,” you reassure him. “That was a close call.” 

“Good,” Sanji replies. “Now I get the perfect angle to do this.” His hand is suddenly bending you over the counter, forcing you to bend your knees, and his thick cock is sliding inside of you, stretching out your soft, soaking-wet pussy in the best way possible. “Oh, my God!” you gasp when you feel his dick begin to pump inside of you at a merciless, quick pace that steals your breath and feels so good that it hurts. 

“Ah-ah, darling,” he chuckles, holding your hips still when you begin to squirm about. “No running from the birthday boy, especially when you’ve been teasing me for so fucking long.” He bends his knees to fuck you faster, harder, before slowing down to tease you, rolling his hips in a way that has you wanting to curse the stars and swear to God. 

“Sanji!” you cry out before clamping a hand over your mouth. You even sound slutty! And you’re sure the rest of the crew would agree if they heard you. “Now look who’s loud,” he softly laughs in your ear, leaning in to coat your cheek and shoulder in kisses. “Fuck, darling, you feel so good wrapped around me. Go ahead, fuck me back.” 

You do, tossing your ass back into him and fucking yourself on his thick cock, making both of you quietly moan and gasp as you do your best to keep your voices down. But it’s just too much. His dick is just too good! Sanji just knows exactly what to do to you too, cupping your tits and squeezing them as he fucks into you. “That’s it, good girl,” he praises you. “Such a good fucking girl takin’ that dick like that!” 

You feel your second your orgasm rising to the surface and uncover your mouth to warn him. “Fuck, Sanji!” you whine in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna…I think I’m gonna–” 

“SANJIIIII!” The sound of Luffy’s voice scares the shit out of both of you, causing the urge to cum to fade. You gasp, covering your mouth again. 

“Shit!” he hisses, looking toward the kitchen doors where you can hear Luffy padding around outside. He looks at you, putting a finger to your lips. “Shh, shh!” He clears his throat, making himself sound normal. “What, Luffy?” he calls. 

“Is breakfast done yet?” the captain whines. “I haven’t eaten in hours and I’m staaaaarviiiiing!” Sanji begins to slowly roll his hips against, gliding against your G-spot. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Luffy, you were eating in your sleep last night,” he says, his voice strained. “And no, breakfast isn’t ready yet. Y/N is helping me and we have a mess in here.” 

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that nearly makes you scream your head off. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he demands. “Keep covering your mouth while you take this dick like a good little slut.” Your pussy clenches around him, making him groan as ruts into you like he’s trying to nail your G-spot until it’s mush. 

“Y/N is awake?!” Luffy excitedly asks. “Let me come in and say hi!” You swear you’ve never felt such immense fear in your life until you hear Luffy’s footsteps. 

“No!” Sanji yells. “I just said we’ve got a mess in here. We spilled some eggs and I don’t need you coming in here to make it worse.” He hand hooks underneath you to rub your clit, making you sob into your hand. “Just wait outside, alright?” he huffs. “Tell the others the same or no pancakes.” 

“Awww,” Luffy groans. “Fine, but I get the first plate!” Sanji slows down a bit to listen until all traces of Luffy outside are gone. 

“He’s gone,” he sighs, relieved. He pulls out of you and gives your ass another smack. “Get that ass up on the counter. We don’t have much time and I wanna see your pretty face when we cum together.” You turn around, legs wobbly and pussy tingling with need. “Yes, sir,” you breathlessly giggle as he scoops you up into his arms. 

As soon as you’re up on the kitchen counter, Sanji slides between your legs, lines himself up, and slides himself back inside of you. He grips your hips and proceeds to fuck you stupid, pounding your pussy into the counter and getting you back to that edge of another orgasm in a snap. You grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin, as you moan and sob in pleasure at his dick. “I-I don’t think I can keep quiet,” you squeak.  

“Lemme help you then, my darling,” he pants before putting a hand on your mouth. Now you are free to moan, whine, whimper, and sob as much as you want, making all sorts of muffled sounds that only get louder the harder and faster he fucks you, his sweet girl. “So pretty…so fucking cute.” 

Sanji stares deep into your eyes, forcing you to keep eye contact as he dicks you down in his kitchen, quickly becoming riled up at the look on your face. “You’re my girl,” he moans. “My woman. Only I can fuck you this way, you understand me?” You frantically nod, taking your hand off of your mouth to place on his cheek. “Yes, Sanji, please!” you sob. “Shit, I’m gonna cum! Please cum with me!” 

“Gonna cum with you, baby,” he moans. “Gonna fill you up.” Sanji’s handsome face contorts in pleasure as he gets close with you, slamming his hips into you and causing the sound of skin slapping against the skin to mingle with the stereo music. “Cover my mouth!” he demands and you do just as he lets out a long, loud moan and explodes inside of you. 

He covers your mouth too as you clench that tight, wet pussy around his addictive cock and cream all over it with a shudder and a silent moan as your orgasm drains all energy out of your body. You feel warm as Sanji fills you up, giving you so much that it spills out of you and down your thighs. His cock pulses and throbs inside of you as he holds you to him tightly as if he is afraid that you’ll disappear. 

You embrace him back, cradling his head, damp with sweat, to your breasts and beating heart. You become one, panting together as you come down from your highs. Sanji finally pulls himself out of you, his cock soft and glistening with your mixed cum. The sight makes your pussy twitch excitedly. “I change my mind about not celebrating my birthday,” he pants. “You’ve convinced me, mon chèri.” 

You give a smile and press your lips to his. “I’m so happy,” you softly laugh. “Now let’s get cleaned up before Luffy comes in here and sees us naked.” He laughs, agreeing with you, and helps you off of the counter before you gather your clothes. You sneak off to toss your silk PJs on before inviting the Strawhats to the dining area where they all give Sanji their happy birthday statements as they sit before the pancake feast. 

Their wide eyes and joyous smiles fill you with warmth as Sanji comes to stand next to you, putting an arm around your waist. “Bon Appetit!” you exclaim, presenting the crew with your breakfast. 

Luffy is already stacking a heaping load of pancakes and bacon onto his plate, utter happiness in his eyes. “Wow, thanks, Y/N!” he exclaims. “This looks amazing! Wait…where’s the rest of the syrup?!” 

You and Sanji share a secretive smile as his hand creeps down to give your behind a squeeze. 

THE END.

[spookshollow]

Zoro & Sanji Celebrate Halloween (bonus Shanks)

A/N: since its close to Halloween, my favourite season, I am doing a little thing of what they dress up and how they celebrated,

Vinsmoke Sanji

• you know this will be true, he would literally dress up as Gomaz addams, this man is already a flirt and he smokes, (a/n: I also thought Jack skeleton but yeah I think Gomaz mostly he dress up)

• so you both dress up as Morticia and Gomaz addams from the addams family

• Zoro just thinks that Sanji just change suit,

• making Halloween themed food and dessert are a highlight to you two,

• he makes the most amazing pumpkin pies

• he is quite hard to scare but once you know how to scare him, it's funny every time

Roronoa Zoro

• Zoro probably wouldn't want to dress up, but with your convincing he decided to do so

• so he's vampire

• it's in his favourite colour black so he picks that's, though at first he wanted to be a samurai,

• but you told him he was already a samurai for two years so time for a change

• when kids go near the ship to find treats, they are quick to run away

• mainly because of Zoro staring down at them like he was Michael from Halloween, but you got him to loosen up a bit and he begins to enjoy it,

Shanks

• This man would go over the top probably

• He would decorate the whole ship to be spooky as well

• Shanks would literally dress up like the flying dutchmen or skeleton pirate king

• he goes all out, he is always in character

• he always love making people smile and laugh,

• he makes his whole crew dress up, and do a big Halloween party on the ship

[cauqhtz]

My opinion about Luffy and the world of one piece.

What does Luffy or One Piece in general mean to you?

I'll start! This is completely my opinion and my personal feelings!

I should start off my saying I am a hard person to please. I'm extremely "picky" with every aspect of my life. For example: I hate it when my food touches, even when I'm eating it. I eat it in order. there are exceptions though. I do like for my collard greens and rice to touch but only if I put them together. I still plate them separately.

It's ridiculous and sooo annoying but its a serious thing for me. It's like trying to swallow a pill. I physically cannot force myself to swallow anything that dont fit those standards.

It's like this for every aspect of my life. Books, movies, JOBS, tv shoes, etc..

the first time I tried watching one piece i turned it off maybe not even a minute after watching the first half of the first episode. I remember seeing nami at a party and her looking out to see the whirlpool and I got the wrong idea about what the anime was about so i swore off it.

Maybe a year later I saw a instagram post. It was basically saying how they didnt understand how they found a pirate story about some kid made of rubber kicking everyone's asses entertaining. I was in disbelief and kind of took it as a challenge. It sounded absolutely ridiculous to me at the time so I gave it another shot.

As soon as Luffy popped out of that barrel knocking one of those guys out saying he'd catch a cold for sleeping right there? I was laughing. ME? LAUGHING? To say I was sold would be an understatement.

Then theres the part where Luffy expresses his dream to be king. It wasnt because of some overused reason like very other anime like childhood trauma. It was because he wanted to. Thats it and thats all. I was blown away. My heart raced with excitement after that speech from luffy and I binged watched the episodes from then on.

I was obsessed. (Still obsessed) Back then I was still in highschool and I was binging the episodes from the moment I woke up, during all my classes and lunch, after school and falling asleep to it.

I think the only anime I binged like that would be HXH another anime I'm still obsessed with.

One of the funniest episodes of one piece for me is 497. I was rewatching the marine ford arc and I was in tears laughing at this episode.

But back to the question!

As a young woman of color? Luffy is a dream to me. Luffy is the perfect mixture of malcom x and MLK. He's what I think the world needs. He's one of a damn kind, there is NO character like him or story like one piece PERIOD and there's no amount of hate from naruto fans that'll make that less true.

The only character that is unafraid of crying, laughing, fucking up, tripping up in front of friends and enemies alike.

insanely selfish but he's strong. He can have his friends, hell he can make new friends and have them ALL by his side or far away from him. All alive and fucking thriving, why? because he fucking said so. He's strong in more ways than one. He has that luxury.

He's unafraid of asking for help. He has never once acted as though everyone else is beneath him and he can do everything by himself.

Gets pissed when he finds his vest with flowers sewed into it, wanting to be a manly man but unbothered at eating all the love themed food sanji makes specifically for nami and robin.

He has asked forced Pirate Hunter Zoro to join his crew? Nah thats just zoro his best friend and the guy who ate stomped out sand covered chocolate rice balls out of respect for the little girl he saved from Helmeppo.

Cat burglar nami? Nami the navigator. Her maps and weather skills are unreal!

Sniper king the liar? Yup but he's a damn good sharpshooter.

Black Leg/ Vinsmoke Sanji isnt he apart of a family of comicbook villians? Thats just Sanji! One of the best chefs in the world!

Tony Tony Chopper the raccoon dog that happens to be a doctor? Oh no thats chopper. Our crews miracle treasure. He's a talking reindeer monster.

The demon child is on your crew? Huh? Demon child? You can't mean robin! She's a good friend of mine and she's an archeologist! I'd have to kick your ass if you think otherwise! :D

Cyborg Franky? Oh yeah I couldnt take the sunny without him! They're a package deal!

The humming swordsman? Oh you mean brook! He's a talking, singing afro skeleton not to mention hilarious! The part about him being a sword-swinging musician was just a plus!

The first son of the sea jinbei...A fishman? Hell yeah! He's THE fishman! Jinbei is a good friend of mine and the 10th member I've been looking for!

Luffy's crew is a dumpster fire of diversity. That right there is rare within itself. I mean it's a Japanese show, yet most of the main characters aren't japanese! They originate from a little bit of everywhere across the globe!

They all look different and act different. They are all flawed and yet Luffy accepts them with open fucking arms with his TRADEMARKED grin nearly splitting his face in half!

Speaking of accepting them! Luffy is always overjoyed when reuniting with his crew. Jumping to give them hugs, screaming his hellos, jumping up and down, lunging forward to give them hugs, and waving with excitement at the sight of his friends.

I mean Luffy is unfucking matched. Even his voice is one of a kind and so fucking satisfying for his dialogue??

Two of my favorite quotes from Luffy are:

"I'm kicking your ass and wrecking your birdcage."

"Speak up for yourself, aren't you the leader of these guys? SAY SOMETHING ALREADY!"

Luffy's very name holds mind-melting weight.

I just recently found out that his brother ace was the one that came up with "Gum gum Rocket." Something I'm now pissed at OPLA for giving Garp the credit of.

Luffy as a captain doesnt do major plans or specific orders. He says something and his crew either follows along or finds their own objective for example the punk hazard arc when law asked luffy if he was going to leave his crew on the island to do what they said they wanted to do and leave with him to fight kaido.

Luffy refused saying if his crew was staying to get their own things done then so was he and that Law had to get used to it quick.

Luffy is freedom in physical form. There one second and gone the next. Something that gave Law heart palpitations.

ALSO SCREW YOU LAW FOR TELLING CHOPPER TO SHUT UP WHEN HE TOLD YOU BYE IN WANO!

Luffy has no rhyme or reason for doing things the way he does other than the fact that thats just who he is. Something that only Zoro and Robin TRULY understand. Chopper understood this recently, just before the time-skip.

For example when big mom assumed luffy was there in wano to pick a fight with kaido and luffy denied it sternly.

confusing everyone around him including nami and carrot.

He went onto say everyone not only responsible but associated would be getting their asses kicked.

And thats EXACTLY what happened.

Zoro wasnt even there for that and he was already cutting the majority of their members in half.

MIND YOU. LUFFY AND HIS CREW DIDNT PLAN ANYTHING. NOR WERE THEY AWARE OF THAT PLAN. ALL THEY HAD WERE DISGUISES AND THEIR WITTS.

You'd think that with every plan luffy screws up they'd be major consequences? NOPE bc he's stronger than that. Everyone else would have to adapt or get their asses kicked.

jinbei fought with luffy in the fishman island arc. not wanting luffy to make matters worse, instead wanting him to be seen as a hero to which luffy refused saying he's not a hero and that he had to get to his friends... until jinbei said and i quote. "Luffy, I'll let you have all the meat you want! Just do as I say!"

To which luffy agreed after a few more pleas.

friends and enemies are one in the same to him.

You want to hit him? Fine he doesnt care. but Lie to him? He's about to shove his foot up your ass.

You want to take credit for his wins unless your law or kid? Hell yeah! Couldn't have done it without you!

You want to defend him? Dont bother. This is his business. Stay the hell out of it.

You want to cry? Suck it up! Crying wont fix anything so get the fuck up and do something about it already!

You want to ask him for help? Sure! Anything! As long as you're the right person asking!

You want to call him a hero? Literally might knock your lights out.

You want to put him down in history and tell everyone what he and his crew did? Don't bother he's not interested.

I mean the list goes on and on. I can talk about luffy and one piece for HOURS and never get bored.

Luffy is a dream to me. I tear up thinking about him and wishing to be apart of that world for even a day.

Thats what Luffy means to me.

[luvrsux]

“Cinderella”

word count: 5.7k

summary: you’ve been stealing gold, treasure, and food for as long as you can remember until a certain kingdom is opening doors to even more riches to steal from. you bump into one of the son princes and it changes your life forever

contents: fluff, mentions of poverty

“The Vinsmokes are having a ball tomorrow night, can you believe it?”

“Who cares. It’s only for the elites and the filthy rich. They couldn’t care less about us peasants”

There you were, eavesdropping in a back alley gnawing at baked bread you certainly didn’t pay for. The two conversing were of the same quality as you; rugged, poor, and wishing you could be drowning in riches. There they stood washing their clothes that were covered in filth. You grinned.

“Still, I’d love to be in that ballroom in a dress, dancing with one of the Vinsmoke princes” The ditsy one swooned. The more realistic one, who was giving their body a workout by washing the clothes, just rolled their eyes.

“Keep dreaming, sister. With the way our wealth is looking, that’s nothing but a fantasy” She hissed. The delusional girl just replied with a pout.

Hearing the conversation already had your adrenaline flowing. You were the thief of the town. Who cares if you didn’t have money, you had swift hands and brains to make up for it. If you liked it, you got it.

The royal Vinsmoke Family having a ball party was rare. The royals never so much batted an eye at your hometown, which was poor and pathetic compared to the luxury they slept in. Hearing an open opportunity to sneak your way into the party, which was a one-way ticket to finding riches of all kinds, made your lips carve into a smile. Oh, imagine all the jewels you’ll snatch.

One major setback was the attire. You thought of ways to get your sneaky hands on a ball gown that fit the dress code of the party. You could steal one, you thought, but it’d be hard to steal an entire gown without anyone noticing. Even then, not a single tailor shop sold such glorious dresses.

“I actually have a dress of my own! If only I could get that invite so I could dance the night away with Prince Ichiji!”

The words of the dreaming girl you were eavesdropping made your head perk up. It was like a god heard your worries and gave you an open opportunity. It didn’t matter that the dress would’ve looked significantly dull compared to the guests, as long as it was a dress.

You threw the last bit of baked bread into your mouth with a smile. You gathered enough information for your brain to gather before you trotted away to steal more food.

・❥・

“Hey, get back here you witch!”

It was a very rare occurrence that you’d get caught, but thanks to some snitch who managed to catch you in the act, you were now running on your feet to escape the angry salesman. You had an adrenaline-filled grin on your face when you sped your fast legs through the crowd of people, who all looked dumbfounded and lost at your scene.

Once you made it back to your small home, you realized you lost the angry man who was ready to apprehend you. You couldn’t grab much, just some fruits and more bread. Typical peasant food.

You swung open the wooden door to see your sister preparing lunch, which was just cabbage soup. You smiled upon seeing her, knowing that you brought a little something more to the table for lunch. You exhaled.

“Home!”

You sang. Your sister wiped her hands on a cloth before smiling at you at the door. She saw the bag in hand that contained foods your swift hands snatched. Her once happy, delighted smile shifted to a frown.

“I’m guessing you didn’t pay a single berry for that” She placed her hands on her hips. All you could do was smile sheepishly and shrug.

“I guess I charmed them with my… Looks?” You tried making an excuse but to no avail. Your sibling snatched the bag out of your hands and peered into it.

“C’mon, you know it’s what I have to do in order to put food on the table. All we do is sell crops and that’s not doing justice” You rebutted but you heard your sister just sigh in annoyance. Although you loved the rush of stealing, your sister hated it. More than anything.

“No, you don’t. We do just enough to at least have a meal or two a day. I’ve said this a million times, (F/N)!” Said your sister with a lecturing finger in your face. You rolled your eyes.

“What would Mom think if she was here seeing you do this?” You’ve heard your sister say that countless times and each time it circled through your brain, it became less and less heart-wrenching.

Years ago, when you and your sister were just teens, your mother passed away from an illness that was too expensive to cure. Then, you started your thieving career by stealing medicines and herbs for your sickly mother. You tried everything you could but it wasn’t enough. Your mother passed in her bed a few months after she was diagnosed. Since then, you haven’t stopped stealing food and jewels from other towns and villages. Your sister hated it, afraid that you’d be locked up away for good if you got caught in the wrong situation.

“Well, mom isn’t here, okay? Look, I promise, soon we’ll have enough money to leave this shit hole and have huge meals every day. You just have to trust me” You lean on the wooden table. You carve a smile on your lips to reassure her skyrocketing nerves.

“I have a shaking feeling that you have something terrible planned, (F/N)…”

“I absolutely do”

She stared at you with worrisome eyes and just sighed in defeat. You had a proud smile plastered on your face as you watched her silently get back to fixing up lunch.

“Check on the crops for me, please?” Is all your sibling could say. You nodded and happily obeyed. At least she wasn’t giving you the silent treatment.

The crops that grew outdoors were mainly corn, potatoes, and carrots. Before your mother passed, everyone loved your vegetation and you’d make a sustainable amount of money off of them. Unfortunately, though, it seemed like her magic vanished once she passed. Now, you barely make enough to make ends meet. You couldn’t quit, though. Besides stealing, it was your only source of income that wasn’t illegal.

You grabbed a woven straw basket to pluck out the readied vegetables. You first checked on the carrots, only picking a few since the rest weren’t ripe yet. You made sure the vines and stems were healthy and not withering away from the blazing sun. While walking to the small cornfield area, you caught a glimpse of that same girl who was delusional about attending the royal ball tomorrow night. You called her over with a wave.

“(F/N)? What do you need?” She innocently tilted her head. You held the basket in between your arm and hip, dirt covering your hands and shorts.

“Y’know, all this work in here sure made me thirsty. Whaddya say and let me share a glass of tea at yours?” You smiled, not really intending to have tea with the oblivious girl. She hummed.

“I’d love to but… You have quite the reputation here, (F/N)”

‘Damnit’ You internally shouted. It was a small town, of course people knew you for your slick acts. You tried to hold your award-winning act.

“I know, I know, but c’mon! Here, I’ll give you these carrots for free as a thank you!” You gestured the basket toward her, knowing good and well that if your sister saw you give your mother's crops to someone for free she’d go on a rampage. The ditsy girl stared at the carrots for a moment.

“Carrot soup does sound nice…” She smiled. She grabbed her hands around the basket as a way of accepting.

“Sure, why not!”

‘Bingo’

・❥・

Upon arriving at her small cottage, you realize that it was more cozy than you imagined. She had a flower garden in the front of her house and you began to slowly regret stealing from her. She seemed to be a sweet girl with no ill intentions. You hated that you were beginning to feel bad.

The main room had a window peek through the stove area, where she prepared a warm glass of tea for you two to share. You made yourself welcome by sitting on a wooden chair alone, fiddling with your fingers as the nerves began to creep.

“Which tea would you like?” She asked with a soft smile. You snapped at your sudden waves of regret to look at her sweet eyes, not a single negative thought behind them.

“Um… Any, I’m not picky” You folded your lips at her. As dry as it was, she happily nodded and began assembling a tray of herb tea.

“I heard that… You wanted to go the ball?” Your voice grew nervous. You really didn’t want to shatter this sweet angel's heart by stealing a dress.

“Oh, of course!” She sang, walking her way next to you on the table. She placed her cheek into her palm to daydream her little fantasy.

“I’d be the happiest girl ever to live if I ever got the chance to go!”

You watched with a happy smile. She was so kind and oblivious to the fact you weren’t here to have a nice moment. You were here to raid her closet.

“I have the perfect dress that would look great. Would you like to see it?” She beamed, it’s like she hasn’t had the chance to talk about her fantasy without someone ridiculing her. It’s painful for you to say no but then again, it’d also ruin your entire plan anyway.

“Sure, knock yourself out” You giggle. She practically sprung out of her seat to fly her way to her room where the infamous dress confided. You couldn’t help but giggle.

There you were left in your state of regret. You had this itching feeling that she reminded you of your mother, which seemed to be the main reason why you felt horrible about what you planned on doing. Before you could retreat, she came running in with the dress in hand.

She presented it and you gazed in awe. It was a white basic dress, far from a puffy ball gown, but it was still beautiful. The sleeves hung below the shoulders and they were sheer. The dress would end at your ankles, just barely grazing the floor. You smiled.

“It’s gorgeous, you have amazing taste” You gleam. She seemed delighted in your answer and began to fold it gently in her arms.

“Right? While I visited my brothers far from here, a tailor was selling it for sale!” She explained. Her eyes trailed along the dress.

“I never wore it to go out, though. It’s been collecting dust in my closet” She said in a lower tone, as if she was saddened she couldn’t use the attire to its fullest potential.

“I see…” Is all you could muster up.

She made eye contact with you and folded her lips to form a half smile. Her legs began to walk toward you and your eyes expanded once she began to jerk the dress toward you.

“Take it,” She said, which made you speechless. You just stared at the dress with dumbfounded eyes before you could finally take it off her hands.

“Why?” That’s all you could say.

“Because I know you were going to take something here. Everyone knows you’re a thief” She giggled. Your cheeks flared out of sheer embarrassment.

“I don’t need it. Besides, when was the last time some gifted you something?” Her words shot through your core. The last gift you remember receiving was something your mom gave you when she was still breathing.

“Are you pitying me?” You abruptly ask. Her expression dropped and she flailed her hands apologetically.

“No, no! I just think you deserve it more than I do” She began. Her smile which she effortlessly made with sweetness behind it made her words genuine. “Plus, you’d look beautiful in it, I say”

You couldn’t help but smile at her contagious one. She gave you a rub on your shoulder before the whistling sound of the kettle echoed throughout the house. The tea, which you didn’t even care for, was ready.

“Still want that tea?”

“Sure”

・❥・

You tugged the dress onto your figure which seemed to fit rather perfectly. You internally thanked the sweet girl, now named Marie after a share of tea, for the pearly white dress. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and were caught in awe, never remembering the last time you wore such an elegant piece of work over your body. Not sure what to do with your hair, you left it hanging loose after combing it.

The anticipated night finally crept and the village began to see several carriages and rides zip through the roads upward to the grand castle. It was about time you made your entrance. Before then, you heard footsteps enter your room and stop at your doorway. Knowing who it was, you didn’t part your eyes away from the mirror.

“So you’re sneaking into that party, hm?” You heard your sibling say from behind. You gulp. You swiftly turn your head toward her with a careless smile.

“Duh! Imagine the treasure and jewels I can get my hands on!” You say excitedly, oblivious to the dangers of your bold act.

“Be careful, (F/N)…” Your sister sighed in defeat, not wanting to try to budge your stubbornness. You gave her a tender hug before your departure.

“I promise I’ll bring so much that we’ll have meals for months!” You cheered. You managed to carve a smile on her lips before you could make your way outdoors.

Your plan was to arrive at the party after everyone else did so fewer people would pay attention to the opened doors. Since they thought everyone invited had already come in, they wouldn’t bat an eye to stragglers, so sneaking in was a piece of cake.

The entrance of the castle was so big you thought it was acres long. The room was glistening with huge chandeliers that reflected the pearled floor. All you could hear was the elegant music of the miniature orchestra and chatter. You gulped, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people. You didn’t even know how to act elegant or fancy. Your eyes scanned the entire room and already found jewels that your hands ached to snatch.

You tried to fit in and pace your body around the rich bodies of the guests and already had your hands on several golden necklaces and watches in the span of an hour. You tucked them in a purse, which was also stolen, and so far no one caught onto you. You sat at a white clothes table sipping pure white wine happily, taking a break from your thieving.

Suddenly, you heard whispers, and the causal chatter began to die down. You thought that something happened and everyone equally began staring in the same direction. It made your back turn behind you to eye the balcony that displayed the five royal kins; Reiju, Ichiji, Niji, Yonji, and Sanji. The infamous Vinsmokes.

Four had prideful smiles plastered on their faces while the blonde had an expression that was quite the opposite. It immediately caught you by surprise. By the looks of everyone’s reactions, this was the first time the Vinsmokes made their appearance for the ball.

Each brightly-haired royals made their way to a shared table at the front of the room; a table to which they had the luxury of being on. You thought each of them was increasingly intimidating and made your spine shiver. Each one besides the timid blonde, that seemingly didn’t want to be there in the first place. You let it be for now…

Ever since the five royals made their way to their personal table, you itched to grab their top-of-the-list jewels for hefty cash. Occasionally, they’d get up to use the restroom or feast on the rather delicious food that was catered to them. Sanji, though, frequently left the table. He seemed to not want to be there with his siblings which caused him trouble.

He’d spit flirtatious remarks at the female guests every now and then but mainly kept his distance so he could get a breather. You didn’t care for any of that, though. You wanted that gold bracelet hugging his wrist.

“Oof-! Pardon me!” You giggle after “accidentally” bumping into the blonde. You took a quick chance to try to slip the bracelet off his wrist but he quickly grabbed it.

“I knew you were different” He cooed. You inhaled, feeling your heart drop now that someone finally caught onto you—and it just had to be a Vinsmoke.

His expression didn’t seem menacing or devilish, though. He seemed to be amused more than anything by your attempts. You should’ve known better than to steal from a prince.

In actuality, Sanji had been eyeing you all night. He noticed your rather outcasted attire and caught a glimpse of your thief acts. He admired how bold you were and you clearly weren’t a stuck-up, filthy rich citizen. He was pleased to know that someone with slight moralities stepped foot into his castle.

“What do you mean?” You giggle nervously, trying not to expose yourself just yet but those deep eyes staring into your soul made it increasingly hard. Suddenly, without a word, Sanji pulled you by your waist to his chest and interlocked his hand into yours. He was slow dancing with you.

You flickered your eyes around the newfound positioning, never slow dancing with someone ever in your years of living, and realized Sanji needed to fit into the mass group of waltzing couples to avoid suspicion. You struggled to keep up with Sanji’s pace.

“Your dress is beautiful, mon cheri, but it’s certainly not a ball gown” He chuckled down at you. Blood rushed to your ears out of embarrassment and the flirtatious nickname.

“I-… I decided to stay simple. I had a ball gown-“

“No need to lie”

Sanji seemed to see right through you. He continued to dance with you on the pearled floor and spun you in a circle before pulling you back into the same position.

“Who are you really. Why are you here?” He asked with a smile. There was no point in hiding it now. He had already exposed you bare.

“I just snuck in here” Is all you could say. You heard the blonde chuckle. You peeked at him shifting his head left and right to see if anyone heard.

“To rob this place dry?” He asked. Although, he wasn’t entirely off the mark putting it that way made her cringe.

“I guess you can say that” You gushed.

You realized you were rather close to a guy who was entirely foreign to you, let alone one of the Vinsmoke Princes. You traced your eyes on his pearly white button-up that was draped with a red cape. The cold chain connecting the cloth blinded you and your hands wanted to snatch it.

“Do you trust me?” He bluntly asked. Sanji spun you around once more before holding you tightly into his chest. You could feel the throbbing of his chest.

“I… guess?” Your answer sufficed and before you knew it, the Prince was dragging you away from the populated party.

His golden locks danced in the wind when he paced his footsteps towards an unknown door that looked to be locked and concealed. You struggled to keep your pace to match his own. He sure was eager.

His hands pushed the doors open with slight force and it revealed a dimly lit stairwell. The only thing illuminating the room was a cream, crescent moon that slightly peeked through the glass window. Your brain was entirely confused as to why a prince was escorting you further into the castle instead of booting you straight out.

He temporarily let go of your palm to trot up the cobbled stairs. You watched him walk up, his haste legs skipping through some of the stairs. When the blonde didn’t hear your footsteps follow behind, he halted. You made eye contact with his eyes.

“You coming, mademoiselle?” He asked with a small smile. Thankfully, he couldn’t see the blood rushing to your cheeks because of the darkness of the room.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask timidly, slowly placing your basic, cheap, heels on the stairs. Sanji watched with an admirable smile.

“Somewhere away from here” As soon as you made a sustainable distance between you and him, he grabbed your hand gently to escort you further. Right then and there you got a glimpse of his genuine eyes.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” He said lowly, that same smile never vanishing from his face. You stared for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled you to finish walking on the steps.

You stayed quiet throughout the entire journey. The inside of the castle was more beautiful than you imagined, but it was absolutely ginormous. The ceiling was meters above your head and the hallways were wide enough to hold a crowd of people. Your eyes were greedy, wanting to grab the expensive decor and paintings off the walls.

Sanji led you to a room. The doors were towering before you. Much like the rest of the castle, it was dark. You heard Sanji jiggle the gold handle before opening the grand doors. He presented a room that was empty if we’re excluding the grand piano and a few chairs.

The floor was pearled and marbled much like the grand foyer where the riches danced the night away. The way the moon reflected onto the floor from the two glass doors in front that led to a huge balcony. The room was beautiful despite it being so empty.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sanji had his hands tucked into his slacks while he watched you pace around the room you were fawning over. Your head whipped toward him with a smile.

“They don’t have rooms like this back at the village” You realized you finally revealed you were just a regular townsfolk, a poor one at that. Your smile dropped, already thinking of an excuse before Sanji could speak.

“So you’ve never been in a castle” Sanji didn’t seem to mind that you were a mere peasant. If anything, he seemed pleased to know that you were.

“Honestly, I wish I had it differently” Sanji sighed, standing in front of the crescent moon that shined on this fateful night through the glass doors. You made yourself welcome to stand beside him.

“How come? You’re a prince, you have it all. I wish I was in your shoes” You had a tad of animosity on your tongue, completely taking Sanji’s words the wrong way.

“Trust me, I know” He chuckled. “But my siblings are so stuck up and my father isn’t much of a pleasure either. Not to mention they treat townsfolk and food terribly….” Sanji explained. Your guard began to settle down once you heard that the Prince had baggage. You were always under the assumption that rich people don’t need to be upset because of the wealth that wedded them.

“All I hear is marrying a princess or other royal duties. But in reality…” Sanji formed a smile. His eyes began to shine in the light when he thought of his life king dream. “I want to be a cook. I want to own a restaurant to feed anyone who’s hungry” He beamed. You watched with awe, completely taken back that a prince had a heart.

“I never expected you to be so kind,” You say, peering your head to admire the moon similarly to him. “Being a peasant is the worst, though”

You cupped your hands and gripped them tightly when you traced back on your past. How the struggle of simply having a meal carried a burden on your shoulders and of course your angel of a mother parting with you at a young age.

“I barely have a meal a day and my poor sister works hard selling crops every day. Doesn’t help that we don’t have a mother either…” You say as if it was nothing. You had already come to terms with your baggage but Sanji's sympathetic eyes, considering he carried the same burden, would be the reason you could prick a few tears. He grabbed your hand.

“Mon cheri,” He begins. The pet name made your legs jelly. He tucks a hair behind your ear and stares into your eyes with empathy.

“I’m so sorry,” He says. You’ve heard those words so many times when you mentioned you were motherless, but they all seemed to be empty and hollow. This time, though, those saddened eyes and his voice made it seem like it was genuine. Why did he care?

“I brought you up here because I knew you were different, you had a heart” Sanji answered the major question that circulated your head ever since he grabbed your hand. “I knew you were stealing for a good reason, I don’t blame you…” There was a shared moment of silence while you collected your thoughts.

“Look, let me show you something even more beautiful” He smiled, trying to lighten the grim mood. With a hand once again connecting yours, Sanji pushed open the glass doors.

You felt a gust of crisp wind hit your face making your locks swarm in the breeze behind you. Sanji led you forward to the balcony which was even more beautiful than the previous room. The balcony towered over a garden the Vinsmokes owned. You’ve never seen so many flowers and decorative ponds in one place. You were completely taken by surprise.

“How could you possibly not enjoy this? It’s beautiful!” You gleam, leaning over the railing. You might as well have tumbled down if it weren’t for a hand to grab your waist as support.

“Careful, love” He chuckled at your amusement. You quickly retracted your position and dusted your dress off. You gushed in embarrassment.

“I haven’t gotten your name yet, Mr. Prince,” You say, standing next to the stone railing. Sanji perked his head up, realizing you spoke about your baggage before even saying your name.

“Sanji. Just Sanji” He greets with a charming smile. He might as well be named Prince Charming instead.

“Princess (F/N)” You did a courtesy playfully to mock his family's formalities. You birthed a blossom of laughter from the prince before you.

“Well, Princess (F/N), care to have this dance?” Sanji played along with your antics and bowed with a hand extending to welcome your hand.

You fanned your face and exhaled dramatically. Your other hand landed gently on Sanji’s open one with a smile. You batted your eyes.

“Oh, It’d be a pleasure to dance with you, Prince Sanji” You spoke in a high-pitched tone before being swept into the same position you two shared previously at the actual party.

There was no music. The music from the ball was muffled out entirely so to fulfill your playful acts, you two hummed a song to fill in the absent music completely out of sync. Besides the artificial music, you two danced together on the balcony happily. Sanji would twirl you which made you giggle. You don’t know what made this dance different than the previous, but you loved it.

Sanji picked you up by your waist to spin you in a circle a few times. You didn’t remember the last time you giggled so much before when your palms rested on his shoulders, staring down at him while he orbited. He had a euphoric smile plastered on his face for every second that passed while holding you.

Sanji placed you on your two feet while you both shared a fit of giggles like two gushing teenagers. As soon as you two collected your composure, you let out a pleased exhale.

“You dance amazingly, Prince Sanji” You acted once more. Sanji chuckled and sashayed his bangs dramatically.

“Well, I am a prince after all” He played along. He bowed down to you which caused you to snicker.

“Well, a prince deserves a stunning princess” You smiled dramatically. You then made eye contact with Sanji’s eyes below you before he toward upward to approach you further. Your faux smile dropped when he inched close to your face.

“This prince certainly deserves someone as stunning as you, mon cherie” Sanji’s words made it hard to believe if he was still playing along or genuinely swooning you over. Either way, you were blushing like crazy.

“I-.. Oh, please” You say, turning your head away from Sanji out of embarrassment once more. You then felt a hand pull your gaze from the floor beside you to the man himself. There laid that infamous, genuine smile once again.

“You are, (F/N). Honestly, I never had this much fun with someone before” Sanji left you entirely speechless, never expecting a royal prince wanting to swoop you off your feet when you weren’t remotely connected to royalty.

“Oh my, I’m sorry” Sanji’s cheeks grew pink and he stepped away from the close contact he held between you. “I shouldn’t have been so straightforward to a lady, pardon me-“

Sanji’s voice was cut off by your chaste kiss planted on the side of his cheek. You, being entirely flustered, looked away while your cheeks grew more and more pigmented by the second. Sanji had a hand on the area where your lips landed and couldn’t help but form a dope smile.

You let Sanji cup your face and pull you forward, into a romantic kiss underneath the moonlight right on your lips. You fluttered your eyes shut to accept the tender, passionate kiss that was shared between you and the blonde. It felt like eons before Sanji finally pulled away.

“From thief to my own princess” He smiles, holding your face in his own tender hands.

You beam, vowing to remember those words until you drop dead. Right then and there, you happily predicted further down the line of your future with the Vinsmoke before you. You felt happy and at ease, the magic the prince dwelled upon you was absolutely miraculous.

And now there you were, sitting at a clothed table that was illuminated by a waxed candle that was accompanied by floral decor. You had a tall glass of ice, which previously had water in it before you chugged it down. You sat comfortably at ease while you were surrounded by music and utensils making contact with the dishes of the restaurant.

“My love,” You heard a voice say behind you. You perk your head up to see the head chef of the restaurant you resided in, Baratie, smile down at you as if he fell in love all over again. He filled your empty cup with water once again by a pitcher.

“How are you feeling?” Sanji has asked the same question over the course of the night numerous times for one sole reason. You giggled.

“I’m feeling fine, amour,” You say with a smile. Ever since Sanji placed his lips on yours for the first time, you’ve picked up on his French dialect. Sanji placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Good, just making sure” He cooed, rubbing your stomach tenderly to give the bundle of love you two created some comfort.

“You’re too good for me”

“As always”

Sanji lingered at your table as his own little break time before he had to use his magnificent talents back in the kitchen. It’s been years since you’ve sealed the deal with the Prince, and he revoked his identity as a Vinsmoke. You two cast away from your village to open a restaurant that’d soon be booming in business because of Sanji’s enchanting cooking. Your sister wasn’t left out, though. Sanji took her under his own wing and she became the sous chef of the establishment. You never knew that infiltrating a castle would completely turn your life around for the better. You gave your sister just what you promised; a better life.

“Your sister is making your meal tonight” Sanji explained, beginning to light a cigarette at his lips. He made sure to keep a safe distance from your nose so the toxic fumes don’t contaminate your growth.

“Just like old times” You giggle, referring to the times your sister would cook poor meals for you in place of your mother.

“She said she’d love to feed you and her nephew” Sanji chuckled, glancing at your bump. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Of course, she’s always had a soft spot for children,” You say. Sanji planted a kiss on your cheek once more before he heard his call back in the kitchen.

“Your food will be out in a moment, ma douce. Babys’ not gonna feed itself” He winked. “I love you, (F/N)” He says with delight.

“I love you more, Sanji”

You hoped to give your kin that was in your pregnant womb a better life than your own and your husbands. You were determined to lead him to a life that would make him, and only him, the happiest child ever. Truly a happily ever after.

All licensing and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I hope you are doing well. Can I request a Sanji x female reader. Where reader was one of the daughters of the maid that worked for the Vinsmoke family and would bring her to help when she was a child. Her and Sanji became friends and promised that they would leave Germa one day together and start a life together. When Sanji comes back, she is now a chef and maid for the family. She is so happy to see Sanji again and falls in love with Sanji all over again. But Sanji pushes her away because he feels bad he never took her with him when he escaped and he didn’t want Big Mom or his family to hurt her (he is in love with her, not in the same way as he loves Nami or Robin, but a love that is real and selfless where he sees spending the rest of his life with her). In the end, he asks her to come with him. So they can start that life together like he promised.

Hey! I hope this is about what you wanted, I had a surprisingly hard time figuring it out.

Warnings: WCI spoilers, vague mentions of violence

Word Count: 1380

     Smiling at the young blond prince, you couldn’t help the pounding in your chest. Of the four princes, he was your favorite. He was sweet, caring and giving whereas his brothers were cruel, mean, and egotistical. The boy had tried cooking something, offering you the food to try in secret. It wasn’t the high quality food that the servants sometimes got when the family refused to eat it, but it was delicious all the same, smiling at the boy and telling him how delicious it was. You weren’t lying either, it was delicious; perhaps not the best looking or most complicated, but delicious. 

     That had been so long ago, or at least, it felt like it. Now it was just a happy memory of a young boy who’d left you. The two of you had promised to leave together, that you’d start a new life together, but when the time came, he’d left without you, leaving you in the palace to serve the royal family. You’d despised him at first, hated him for leaving without you. Calling him just as selfish as his brothers, angrily wishing that he was suffering for not bringing you with. Of course, you’d just been angry, angry at being left behind, at the thought that he might have forgotten you, forgotten your promise. While most people thought Sanji had died, you were one of the people who knew the truth, making his leaving all the more hurtful as you’d done your best to visit him as often as possible. Now you didn’t know what to feel. You’d heard about the engagement between Sanji and Pudding, heard about the ‘alliance’ between Germa and Big Mom. Granted, you didn’t trust either party to make good on their promises, but you’d heard about the plan. Sanji was, supposedly, going to be coming back. His father would make sure of that one way or another and it worried you. Had Sanji changed since he’d been gone? What was he like now? Would they hurt him just to bring him back? So many questions swirled in your head. 

     Bringing a tray of food into the room, your eyes landed on the familiar blond, wondering if he’d recognize you. Setting the tray down, you gave him a small bow as was expected of you.

     “Your lunch, your highness.” you said softly, turning to leave only to find a hand around your wrist.

     “Y-Y/n? I…” the words got caught in his throat as he looked at you. Though your back was turned to him, he still recognized you, it had been 13 years but he still recognized you. 

     “Can I help you, your highness?” you asked, turning to him, head looking down at the ground. It made his heart clench, you’d always looked him in the eye. While you turned your eyes downwards while in the presence of his father or brothers, he’d always preferred looking you in the eye. Your beautiful eyes, the ones he’d complimented so much as a child. Slowly letting go of your wrist, Sanji tried once again to say something; anything. Tentatively glancing up at him, your eyes met his. They were still the same brilliant blue as they had been when he was a child. He gently placed a hand under your chin, raising your head to look at him properly. 

     “Friends should look each other in the eye.” he said, repeating the same thing he’d said as a child when he’d first asked you to look at him, albeit quite a bit softer this time. Smiling at him, you couldn’t help but nod, feeling your heart pound in your chest, he seemed like the same, kind Sanji you’d known as a child.

     “Of course, your highness.” you said softly, trying not to get too excited. You were a maid, you couldn’t let anyone see you treating Sanji with such affection. You’re highness, he hated hearing those words out of your mouth. He was once more reminded of his predicament, of why he was here. Judge had brought him here to be married to Big Mom’s daughter, to be used as another one of Judge’s pawns. He wanted to pull you close like he’d done as a child, to seek comfort in your arms once again. But he couldn’t, the situation he was in, the possibility that he wouldn’t be able to escape this time, he couldn’t risk getting close to you again. Swallowing hard, Sanji turned away from you, looking at his food.

     “Give the chef’s my thanks. The food looks good.” he said after a moment, making you smile.

     “You’re quite welcome, your highness. I hope you still prefer seafood.” you said with a bow, making Sanji’s head snap back towards you.

     “D-did you…” once more, his words caught in his throat as he watched you smile and nod.

     “Yes, your highness, I made it myself.” you said, “If that’s all, I’ll take my leave.” you gave him another bow before exiting the room, leaving the boy speechless as he watched your retreating form. 

     He hated treating you like this, treating you like a servant, treating you like you didn’t mean anything to him, but he had to. If his brothers knew… if they knew, they wouldn’t hold back this time, not like when they were kids. You could tell though, you’d always been able to read him like a book, you saw the way he pushed you away, the way he told you off, the look, the sorrow, in his eyes. It pained him to treat you like this, but he was doing it because he thought that it would keep you safe, keep you from getting hurt. You also saw the regret in his eyes, the pained look as he remembered your old promise. It made your heart pound and ache at the same time. He didn’t deserve the cruel treatment given to him by his family, didn’t deserve to be married off just for political power. He deserved love like he always had, a soul as sweet as his deserved love. Real love. The kind of love you didn’t know that he craved from you. 

     Standing in front of Sanji, the boy caressed your cheek.

     “I need you to be on the Sunny tomorrow by the time the wedding starts, okay? I don’t care what anybody else says, tell them that I told you to be elsewhere, no exceptions. You have to be on the Sunny. It’s the safest place for you while the rest of us take care of things.” Sanji pleaded, a desperate look in his eyes.

     “I… I will, but… please be careful, Sanji. I don’t want you getting hurt. I don’t… I…” the words were stuck in your throat this time, but just as you could read him, he could read you, the blond gently pulling you closer, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss. 

     “I will, I promise. I’ll be alright, we’ll run away together this time. I won’t leave you behind again.” he said as he caressed your cheek, “We’ll start that new life I promised you. I promise, the others are really great… well, mosshead sucks, but I promise, you’ll love everyone else.” he swore, making you giggle. 

     “Alright, but I’m holding you to that promise this time, no leaving me behind.” you said, lightly tapping his forehead as if you were scolding him. Sanji gave you a small, guilty smile, he still felt bad about leaving you behind before, but he’d make sure not to make the same mistake this time. He’d take you away from Germa, from his family, from all of it. He’d take you away and start a new life with you like he promised. Sanji nodded before giving you one last kiss on your forehead.

     “Never again. I’ll never leave you behind again. I swear it.” he said softly before turning around and heading back to his room. He couldn’t be gone too long, couldn’t be seen with you, not yet. Once he stopped the wedding, however, once he saved his shitty father and brothers, once he got truly free of them, then the could spend as much time as he desired with you, giving you the new life he’d promised you. He’d never leave you behind again.

[z0r0ssw0rd]

Monster trio when you embarrass them

Monkey. D. Luffy

This mf takes being embarrassing as a challenge, not intending to though

Its hard to get this guy to get embarrassed or flustered. MAYBE BECAUSE HE'S TOO PUREE.

But there are times you have tried to that worked

He won't admit it lmao

HE GETS ALL POUTY WHEN HES EMBARRASSED which you find cute.

Turns out praising him is what makes him embarrassed

How did you find our? Well... he time he actually did is when you met sabo:

"SABO, LOOK HOW CUTE HES ALL GROWN UPP!!" you praised luffy, pinching his cheeks.

"Y/NNN stooppp, your embarrassing Meeee!!!!" he whined. sabo laughed his ass off as you claimed your victory.

Roronoa zoro

You can annoy zoro in so many ways.

One of the ways is getting him flustered. Or embarrass him

This guy has the shortest temper out of the three. So its fun to see his reaction.

HE starts TO INSULT YOU, AND SCOLD YOU SO LOUD.

he gets embarrassed by teasing.

How did you find out? Well... The time you Brought up the fight with sanji was what triggered him.

You giggled to your self, "what's so funny? The green haired swordsman asked." remember the time when you fought with sanji and you accidentally complemented him without knowing-"

"OI, STOP BRINGING THAT UP WOMAN. THAT HAPPENED LONG TIME AGO, AND BESIDES, I WOULDN'T COMPLEMENT THE SHITTY COOK NO MATTER WHAT!" he yelled flustered.

"... Zoro it happened yesterday, and you called him hot-"

"I WAS DRUNK OKAY??"

You started laughing as the greenette becomes reder and reder.

Vinsmoke sanji

He doesn't get embarrassed that easily.

Cmon, he screams the word mellorine at any lady, which makes them frightened (one time a lady called the cops) you think he'd get embarrassed easily?

He IS THE EMBARRASSMENT

When he's embarrassed, he tends to become socially awkward.

What gets him embarrassed is praising like luffy, however he enjoys it.

How did you find out? Well... You found out at a party hosted by luffy:

"this is our cook sanji! He's LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF PERFECT WHEN IT COMES TO COOKING, LITERALLY HE CAN COOK-" you Praised sanji. As he interrupted you.

"hahaa... arigato, y/n-chwan! R-really thanks!"

he said, blush creeping his face.

"that's not all! His fighting skills are no match!" you continued rambling as he giggled, blushing and studdering and everyword he'd say.

He likes being praised but not this much. So he left, ran towards his room, grabbed a pillow, and put it in his face.

Pt 2?

[duckprintspress]

November Created Works Round-Up

Duck Prints Press’s monthly “created works round-ups” are our opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all. Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

Bring me to life by Era JM Couts / @erajmcouts

art || arcane || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || complete

summary: Jinx falling. Or floating. Or diving. Or just being Jinx.

TUMBLR - AO3

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Orlesian Sex Magic by Andi Rigby / @andi-rigby

fiction || dragon age: the veilguard || m/m || rook/emmrich || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 1,998 || complete

summary: Rook is distracted while planning for a dragon hunt with Taash and Harding. Hilarity ensues as the entire team conspires to razz their leader about what’s in Orlais, and whether or not it’s safe to use magic during sex.

other tags: Canon compliant, no spoilers, party banter

AO3

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sometimes i need to hear your voice by dizzydragonfly

fiction || spider-man: spider-verse (sony animated movies) || f/f || margo kess/charlotte webber || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,500 || complete

summary: Charlie was in her French class when she heard it.

It wasn't anything close by; She snapped her head back to look around the room, but she was the only one who noticed it.

It was unmistakable, though, and after all these months she's been Sun Spider, Charlie knew how to recognize the sound of a gunshot. She tried to hold herself together long enough to raise her hand and wait for Mrs. Gibbons to call on her.

other tags: Triple Drabble Sequence, Slice of Life, Character Study, Spider-Man Interacting with New Yorkers, (but it's Sun Spider), Slight Violence, Canon Disabled Character, High School, Chronic Illness, Canon Queer Character, Mobility Aids, Physical Disability

AO3

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it's the only way i can escape by dizzydragonfly

fiction || spider-man: spider-verse (sony animated movies) || no ships || charlotte webber (marvel) || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 200 || complete

summary: You close your eyes, and you listen to the world around you. It comes in waves, in pulses. It's thousands of heartbeats pounding out of sync. It's overlapping conversations, footsteps, babies screaming. It's three different radio stations, and motorcycles passing each other on the street.

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having super-senses isn't always a good time

other tags: Double Drabble, POV Second Person, Sensory Overload, Super Hearing, Superpowers, Character Study, No Dialogue, Podfic Available

AO3

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Prejudice and Prejudice by Mitchan / @mitchancita

fiction || one piece || m/m || roronoa zoro/sanji || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 21,616 || complete

summary: It is very convenient for Mr. Judge Vinsmoke to arrange a same-sex union for his son Sanji with the son of a wealthy merchant who can buy his ailing business in good terms. Plagued with quarrels and misunderstandings, the marriage seems doomed to remain cold forever... until a flood, a ball, and a few murder attempts bring them together.

other tags: Regency(ish) AU, Marriage before Love, CW Kidnapping and references to the slave trade

AO3

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Beyond the Boundary - an Our Flag Means Death zine by Swev

fiction || our flag means death || multiple || explicit || creator choses not to use warnings || 70 || complete

other tags: Listed per fic in the zine

AO3 - LINK

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Phase Shift by Terra P. Waters / @terrapwaters

fiction || original work || platonic or familial, f/m, f/nb || teen & up || creator choses not to use warnings || 102,000 || complete

summary: Sixteen-year-old Oliver Mitchell was always a loner, content to spend his time taking care of his younger sister and hard-working mother. When his sister is the first in a string of impossible disappearances, he reluctantly teams up with his secret crush, Lizzy—and her boyfriend—to solve this mystery and bring their loved ones home. As more people are taken from their small Minnesota town, they realize these kidnappings are the first wave of an invasion of telepathic alien creatures. As they keep investigating, Oliver comes to realize that the kidnappings aren't completely random—and he's the aliens' next target.

other tags: science fiction, scifi, horror, teenage characters, friendship, aliens, alien invasion

LINK

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Noodles by ShannonXL / @shamwowxl

video || original work || no ships || mature || no major warnings apply || 00:01:51 || complete

summary: A video excerpt from my digital social life (Discord). Discussion topics this week included: Nap pods, invasions of privacy, Slow Horses, and noodles.

other tags: discussions of sex

YOUTUBE

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Frames for the New Unicorn - a collaborative animation project by Swev / @unicornframes

video || our flag means death || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 00:02:23 || complete

summary: A collaborative recreation of a beloved scene. Each frame has been created by an artist.

TUMBLR - INSTAGRAM - TWITTER - YOUTUBE - LINK

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[cryingpariah]

Was Jackie at Whole Cake with Morgans? Because that whole debacle is even more batshit from an outsider perspective. Also not too many journalists can put "Survived falling off a giant cake chateau" on their resume.

Did she go? Yes. Did she want to go? …..

A high-profile wedding full of powerful pirates and underworld brokers was by all accounts right up her alley!…until she found about the bride and groom that is.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong, the nuptials we are supposed to be attending are between a girl, not woman, G I R L younger than myself and Black Leg Sanji of the Strawhats who is apparently another one of those perverted Vinsmoke twats?”

“Cooorect! What a breeding ground for BIG NEWS!”

“Cool definitely don’t think you heard the part about the child bride, in any case I’m not going.”

“You have to go. You got a personal invitation from Big Mom herself! They say she’ll send your loved ones head in a box if you miss one of her tea parties.”

“……Really?”

“Yes she-, Jackie don’t even think about it.”

“>:))) Morgans have I ever told you how much I care for you??>:)))))))”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re soooo funny. We’re already on route, you’re going.”

“Boooooooooo.”

“….Also we’re boat-pooling with the other Underworld Brokers.”

“WHAT- is this a punishment?? Am I being punished?? I’ve been really good lately too what the hell.”

Suffice it to say, she went, unhappily but no one seemed to care about that part. She walked in shoulder to shoulder with her fellow members of the Underworld, got fawned over by the residents of Whole Cake while she sang, greeted Big Mom and Mother Caramel upon entry and spent her time watching the chaos unfold over her glasses of giraffe. She did notice her boss and Stussy sneaking around near the gift pile but considering Straw Hat Luffy's presence, there’s no way anything they could do would be as bad…

And then suddenly everything felt tilted and the wind began to rush in her ears. She immediately headed off on an arrow to see the damage and yeah the entire chateau was going down. She passed by a sky walking Stussy who very nonchalantly pointed downwards and mentioned that Jackie's boss was falling to his untimely demise currently. She saves him, not without making him swear to tell her what in the world they were up to first of course, and watched them gaslight the Charlotte family for the rest of the evening, pinning all the blame of the Strawhatted Scoundrel (which, yes he technically gave the rigged Tamate box to Big Mom but it’s just not his modus operandi. It baffled her, she is in desperate need of a trip to Fishman Island).

While they escaped in the hot air balloon Morgans declared that a member of the Worst Generation would be the King of Pirates, Jackie certainly would agree but that would be a discussion for another time. She need coffee (black, the thought of any more sugar right now made her head hurt) a shower (she has frosting!! In her hair!! Did you know how hard it is to get frosting out of curly hair?? She was about to find out!) and a 3 day nap (which Stussy very unhappily pointed out sounded more like a coma….sounds festive.)

[leftsidebonfire]

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Hello and welcome to Leftsidebonfire, where we always Go Left! 👈🔥

You can feel free to call me Katie or Elfie! I'm 26, Female, She/Her.

☠️🏴‍☠️ I have OCs and I also RP from time to time! If you like that sort of thing, Follow my sideblog: @talesfromtherollingmountain

✨️ In this little blog, you can expect to find my silly little rambles about a whole array of things, including (but not limited to!):

✨️ One Piece, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dungeons and Dragons, The Witcher, Assassins Creed, Epic The Musical, and more!

I also love to draw, which you'll find pretty frequently on this blog, with OC and Fandom art. I also have a lot of fun making moodboards and aesthetic boards for fandoms, characters, ships, and OCs.

And when inspiration strikes, I write!

Welcome aboard!

My rules here are simple.

1. Be Excellent to each other

2. Party on, Dudes!

Okay, in seriousness, I don't expect this server to really need much guidance. The obvious rules apply.No nastiness, be kind to each other, behave. Let's be good friends and care for each other. Life is hard enough. 💕

✨️ OH, and we don't call Sanji a "Vinsmoke" here.

Masterlist Below!

💀🏴‍☠️ One Piece

Wouldn't Hurt a Fly: Sometimes, even the sweet ones reach their breaking point. Unaek, forced to watch her beloved Sanji being hurt to protect her, takes matters into her own hands when she unlocks a new level of her Devil Fruit she had never expected before.

Wild Blue Yonder: The thought of a dungeon inside the Germa castle was terrifying. That was where all the bad people went. Killers and monsters. But, Unaek was going to be eight soon. And that meant that she could be brave.

Wild Blue Yonder (Part 2)

💜💫Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Tea For Thugs, A young Victorian woman known as Amaryllis helps out an injured stranger on the streets of London one night, unknowingly forming a bond with the leader of the most feared gangs in all of London, Robert E. O. Speedwagon.

Tea For Thugs (part 2)

Breathe Me: Joseph Joestar is strong in many ways, except for the moments when his resolve fails, and he admits that even he needs a little bit of comfort when it feels like the world is caving in. Jocasta offers Joseph some relief from his Hamon Training Mask.

At Our Place, We Do Four: The French are known to kiss cheeks as a greeting, and as someone with the world's biggest crush on a sweet, flirty Frenchman, I can't say I'm one to complain. (Self ship with Polnareff)

Hey Jealousy: "Keep an eye on Polnareff" is a difficult task when you won't admit that you're jealous. In which I follow Polnareff around the streets while he agonizingly flirts with Nena. (Self ship with Polnareff)

[theshytigergirl]

“checklist” (For Vinsmoke Sanji!)

I find you to be:

[x ] interesting [ ] cute [x ] attractive [ ] sexy [ ] reassuring [x ] intimidating [ ] annoying [ ] tedious [ ] terrifying

I think we should:

[x ] talk more [x ] hang out more [ ] date [ ] adopt each other as found family [ ] fight (friendly) [ ] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would:

[x ] just hang out [x ] talk about deep stuff [ x] cuddle [x ] go to bed together (to sleep) [ ] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [ ] go out and party till sunrise [ ] both get arrested [ ] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be:

[ x] a chaste press of lips [ ] a playful smooch [ ] swift and stolen [ ] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant [ ] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be:

[ ] romantic and luxurious [ ] fast, rough and hard [ ] against the nearest wall [ ] fantastic [ ] awkward [ ] a really bad idea [ ] an all-around disaster [ x] not happening

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would:

[x ] cuddle you [x ] offer you breakfast [ ] attempt to seduce you [ ] kick you out [ ] demand to know how you got there [ ] scream

[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Crema Catalana 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, @sanjisprincesswifey your 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆́ bonbon is filled with 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂, please enjoy the taste of 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒙

request: @sanjisprincesswifey asked: hiii sweet sashi! for your valentine's day event may i request bon-bon enchanté with sanji and a female reader, please? thank you so so much, i'm so excited for this event! tw:public sex. sanji fucks you in front of a whole party of influential and rich assholes on a valentine's night party of swingers. oral sex. food play. fingering. I'm well aware Sanji isn't such a dominant man, but I wanted to try it for this fic and I kinda like him this way :3 (see how I used his surname? it's for the Germa vibes you guys)| wc: 1.8k | masterlist

Not everybody has a valentine's day date. Not everyone, you don’t. And he doesn’t either.

The chef, blond and refined, a man that looks like a prince, shows the guests delicious chocolate creations. Bonbons and truffles, filled with sweet, spicy, and even salty cores. When the women try them, the juices of those little bombs drip so tempting on their lips.

Your body reacts to everything around. You’ve been hired for this event to perform some kind of guest receiver. You weren’t specifically told about what the gathering would be about, but, you were told it was for the pure, sinful entertainment of influential couples… Your attire, all black, shiny... You were asked to wear tall latex boots too. Lips red, long lashes…

Soon, you understand. A swingers party? Perhaps even worse.

“Lady, where are the rooms?” a rich man asks, laughing with a much young girl trapped by his old arm around her waist. You swallow. She doesn’t seem to be disgusted like you are. Nor his obvious wife, all over a young, tanned man.

You smile. Force a smile. “Sure, allow me to guide you” you mumble, pointing with your whole hand to the back of the main floor.

As you start walking, feeling the intense stare of the four of them on your ass, your guidance gets interrupted. “Wait, daddy! I want some chocolate first!” the young lady chimes, pulling the man that reminds you of a pig in a suit towards the blonde’s chef.

You follow them, after all, there was anything that interested you the most than meeting that blonde delight of a man.

With refined gestures, and quick pauses to clean a little drop of blood falling from his nose, he receives you five. “Sweet jesus, what a beautiful mademoiselle! I think I have the perfect bonbon for such a beautiful princess” he says, acting like a total gentleman but taking quick looks at you.

You stand behind the couples, waiting in silence but peaking with interest to his milky white hands give the women the chocolates on a little napkin.

“And for you, my sweet lady in black… would you like to try my most delicious creation yet?” he says, making you widen your eyes. At first you look behind you, but soon you realize he is talking to you.

“Me?” you ask, pointing at yourself. “I’m from the staff- I’m not sure if I’m allowed to” you mumble, because you are sure this is no part of your job.

The chef laughs. “Me, Chef Vinsmoke Sanji gets to decide who is worthy of tasting my creations and what best than the most beautiful woman in this whole party?” he says, making the guests a little angry, leaving the spot annoyed.

You try to stop them, but you don’t really try hard. You really wish to stay with him.

“Leave them, soon they’ll be too drunk to even perform in bed as it should be done. Please, try my Enchanté”  he says, handing you the tiny little chocolate dome for you to bite it.

You nod; the blue of his only visible eye reminds you of a calm ocean and the soft touch of his hands of the velvet graze of a summer breeze.

The moment the dark chocolate gets to your lips you can already feel energized and a little dizzy. How comes that just the taste on your tongue gets to be so intense?

You bite it; the crunch sound gets followed by a sugary, creamy texture invading your tongue. It tastes like vanilla, a little hint of cinnamon and definitely brings you the idea of passion. “Mmmh this tastes deliciously!” you chime, closing your eyes in pure ecstasy. It’s not a strong flavour, but rather a delicate caress to your taste buds.

“I knew you will like it!” Sanji says, coming closer to you with his handkerchief and a sweet smile. You watch him reach the commissure of your lips and wipe just the tiny little spot of cream left from how filled the bon bon was.

You look down in embarrassment, but he is absolutely happy of having done such movement. “Have you been to Spain, dear …?” he asks, because he still doesn’t know your name.

“(Name)… and, no. I haven’t. Why?” you ask.

“Oh, what a beautiful name, (Name)-san! Well, you see, the filling is made out of “crema catalana” a typical dessert there, especially in the region of Cataluña. Does it taste like passion? In my opinion Spain is the country of love and passion”  he explains, coming closer, even more closer than before.

You take a little step back; his aura is a little bit strong but definitely warm. Like a man you know can break you but is still a sweetheart.

“I see… and yes, it did taste like passion, Chef Sanji…” you whisper, this time taking the risk of coming closer to him. “Could I have another taste?”

Sanji’s pupil gets absolutely dilated. He gasps, his pale lips separate. And a little curl garnishes his lips as he slightly smirks. A smirk you imitate, placing your hand over his forearm.

You don’t exactly know if it’s the people around you making out freely or the flirtatious whole intention of the party. Or maybe people fucking on the rooms that surround the main hall of that luxurious venue… but you don’t want to stop passion...

“It would be a pleasure, (Name)-san” Sanji tells you, taking his index to your cupid’s bow. “Wait for me right there…”

He stretches to the table and picks another bonbon. Taking it to your lips, a simple look and you obey to his unspoken order. Opening your mouth, your receive the little chocolate in your tongue.

“Don’t bite until I tell you, ok?” he says, looking around as people begin to round you two. You may have not noticed, but your sexual tension is making everybody attracted to the start of an erotic gourmet show.  “Look around, (Name)-san… don’t you want to help me show how good my creations are? Can you please bite this now?” he says, leaving “Enchanté” in between your front teeth.

You smirk and do as he tells. Soon the same vanilla flavoured cream oozes out and drips from your lips to your chin. Sanji lets the filling keep falling down your neck until your cleavage and just there -trying to stop the little red drop coming from his nose- he uses the tip of his tongue to clean you from it.

“The taste is even better mixed with your skin” he murmurs, softly taking his hand to your neck to stretch it out.  “What does it taste like, (Name)-san? Tell the audience, please” this time he says it louder for the public to hear.

You swallow what’s left of the bitter taste of the dark chocolate. “Like passion, Chef Sanji” you purr, as he turns you around delicately to show your raptured face to the audience.

“Passion you say? Is that so? And how it makes you feel?” he mumbles, taking his hands to the zipper in the middle of your dress, as it slides so easily because of the latex texture of your clothes. “Does it make you wanna have more, and more? Does it make your inhibitions to be forgotten? Does it make you feel hot? Are you hot, (Name)-san?”

You smirk, allowing him to pull down the zipper to free your nudity in front of a crowd that had succumbed to a sinful place that’s not hell, but looks more like heaven.

“I’m hot, Chef Sanji. I want more, Chef Sanji…”  you whine, feeling the dampening reaction of your core getting excited. Never in a million years you would have thought you loved to be watched, but as Sanji said… indeed, that flavour wants you to forget all inhibitions…

“Show me then, what you wanna do…” he whispers in your ear, taking a quick trip to your pink panties from behind.

You let him kiss your neck and play in between your folds, giving everyone the filthiest of the shows. Your moans and whines get many couples to enjoy the show with great pleasure, others who had had enough have already gone to their rooms to unleash the same passion as you two.

And, Chef Sanji is not satisfied with your shaking limbs as your climax approaches because of his fingering motions… no, he isn’t. “Dear (Name)-san, would you like to be my best creation yet? Can you please sit on my table and spread wide open those delicious thighs of yours?”

You moan and nod. Quivering legs take you to the table behind you. He helps you sit over the cold surface of granite and presents you as another of his ingredients. Sanji’s fingers bury in your thighs, and he helps you take of your panties and spread your legs as widely as possible.

“Behold the best ingredient ever created by God… a woman’s body” he announces, showing the rest your spread anatomy. You are presented to the world, dripping and so ready for something else. People clap at your steamy core; you are there to be shown like a work of art. And after all, that’s exactly what you are.

Sanji plays with the litmus slippery products of your arousal in between his fingertips. He looks at the strings forming, he shows them to the rest and then as if he was tasting a cream before using it on a dessert, he takes his fingers to his mouth.

“Ah… perfect! You are totally becoming my main ingredient (Name)-san!” he says, kneeling right in front of you. “And for that I need to study your flavour a little bit longer”

His lips touch your entrance, his tongue your folds. He goes up, down, sucking on your clit too. His thumb in and out, hitting a special spot. Your fingers become white from clenching to the table underneath you.

You throw your head back, the scent of sex mixed with dark chocolate invades your nose, the soft murmur of the people around gets to your ears… but nothing matters the most than the orgasm that hits you and Sanji’s grunts as he drinks your release drop by drop…

“Thank you so much for joining us tonight! Please, don’t forget to choose “Enchanté” when asking for sweets tonight. Remember this is just a little show of what my sweet creation will lead you to feel like” Sanji stands and opening his arms he announces the show’s finale.

The blonde turns around with a pleased smirk as the many applauses fade with the loud music and the steamy atmosphere of the party. “Now, would you like to finish things up with me in one of the rooms, dear (Name)-san?” he asks, helping you stand up.

“It would be a pleasure, Chef Sanji…”

[ask--zoro]

i recently watch to Fullmetal Alchemist and it is good. Im on episode 12 now.