#sanji x gn reader

[scirelistener]

LONG TIME NO SEE

sanji x gn! reader

synopsis : a familiar face emerges in an unfamiliar town. someone calls his name and sanji feels the world go blank with only one to focus on.

things to note! : has not been beta read probably!, kind of ooc! sanji (??), reader is older than sanji but not by a lot, reader was a helper/baker at the kingdom but i think and hope it’s ambiguous to be whatever role you wish to choose! also there’s a disgusting amount of ‘-sama’ used so i apologize in advance

“Great job, Sanji-sama!”

The little prince winced at the ominous ooze radiating from the chiffon cake you held so carefully, but when he looked up, all he could see was the radiance beaming from your grin.

“R-Really?” Sanji wriggled his fingers, hope rapidly blooming inside of him as you nodded.

The boy watched with anticipation when you reached for a nearby fork and took a bite. Once he saw you hum in delight, Sanji let the smile overtake his face.

“I used a different method to make the cream this time, just like you told me!”

“Well, you did fantastic! Oh, but who am I kidding.” You let out a theatric sigh, placing down the fork and clasping your hands together against your chest. “Our Sanji-sama is good at anything he puts his mind into!”

The fits of giggles your words sent the prince into made a smile break through your dramatic facade, the kitchen now filled with an air of joy and happiness.

“It’s only because you helped me!”

“My prince is so kind..” You fake sobbed, pressing your hands closer to your chest while looking away to ensure blindness doesn’t come for you with how brightly Sanji’s expression was.

The prince giggled once more before leaning closer with a look full of anticipation, his eye sparkling with the child-like curiosity that couldn’t be found from the other children of Vinsmoke.

“Can you teach me more?”

Easing down the facade, you broke into a wide smile. “Of course. I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“…” With how strongly Sanji was glaring into the cake, it was a surprise that the dessert hadn’t been struck with two holes.

There was something wrong with the way the newly finished chiffon cake held itself. A certain factor was frustrating the cook yet he could not, for the life of him, figure what exactly was it.

Perhaps the cake was underbaked and therefore too soft? No, it was unlikely considering the toothpick he poked into the cake came out with slight crumbs and not batter. It also wasn’t likely that the chiffon cake was over cooked either as it still had the signature soft yet bounce to it.

Perhaps it was because he rushed to the kitchen to make a cake as soon as he woke up from that dream.

With a heavy sigh, Sanji instinctively shoved his hand into his breast pocket to find his relief cancer stick when Luffy slammed the door open.

“Sanjiii~ Do you have any- Woah! Cake!” The captain, as he barged in, immediately had stars shining in his eyes and hurried towards the counter where the cake sat in prime condition. Luffy then, with expecting eyes, whipped his head to Sanji. “Can I eat it??”

As Sanji was about to say no out of habit, he took a second glance at the cake before thinking otherwise. “You know what, sure. Go right ahead.”

Without a thought, Luffy dug in and Sanji left the galley for a smoke break. His fingers itched to figure out what felt wrong about the cake, but there was no need to overthink over something that was probably already in Luffy’s mouth.

With his elbow leaning against the railings and a cigarette in his hands, Sanji stared out at the waves and let out a heavy sigh. If only you were here to help him.

———

The town they stumbled upon was strange. Not only were there pirates roaming around and talking to the locals without any malice from both parties, there were also a lot of bakeries and patisseries. A lot might’ve even been an underestimation.

“Hooooly cow!” Luffy guffawed as the Strawhats walked down the street, everyone but the captain sporting wary expressions.

Wherever they looked, it was a strange sight. All the other pirates seemed wary of each other, but never at the locals. In fact, as the Strawhats made their way into the main town, Zoro noticed a gang of pirates swarming around an old lady.

As the swordsmen squinted his eye and was about to tighten his grip on the hilt of his swords, he realized the pirates were helping the lady. Zoro blinked when one of them crouched down to carefully pick up all the groceries the lady must’ve dropped and handed in over with a smile all too kind for a pirate.

Zoro immediately let loose of the hilt before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “… What is this town on?”

Meanwhile, Sanji was rather amazed and impressed as they passed by the many stores selling backed goods. None of the shops seemed to be selling cheaply made desserts and breads; no, even by a passing glance could one tell the amount of dedication and quality in the baked goods.

An impressed whistle came out of the cook’s mouth as the crew passed by a shop that displayed a rather wide variety of assortments. From breads that seemed to differ in thickness and texture to pastries that glistened with a shine that tempted passerby to come take a bite.

“They look quite good, don’t they?”

Sanji almost jumped out of his skin, but quickly regained himself as Robin approached with her usual all knowing smile.

“They surely do, but! No worries, Robin-chwaan! Whatever desserts we come across, I’ll make sure to make it ten times better once we get back to our ship~!” Sanji swooned as he always did, heart replacing his eyes. To his words, Robin’s only reply was a polite chuckle.

Sanji was just about to speak up when someone called him from behind with a voice all too familiar. A voice he knew all too well.

A voice that he heard only in the cold kitchen of his old home, the only thing that managed to bring warmth into such an environment.

“Sanji-sama..? Is that you?”

The crew all halted their steps, looking back to their cook whose face had no other expression other than shock.

Sanji slowly turned his head around, a silent prayer in his head that begged for this not to be a cruel joke.

As he turned to face the owner of the voice, Sanji’s heart stopped beating. The world came to an abrupt stop. Time stopped ticking and the only thing he could focus on was..

You.

You stared at him with a startled expression that was probably plastered all over his own face.

You looked different from how he remembered you in his faded memories at the shitty kingdom. No longer were you the teen that was taller but never loomed over him. No longer were you the teen that helped raise little Sanji up when he couldn’t reach the baking soda in the cabinet.

Your eyes held a different kind of maturity from the one back when you both were young, but still held that same shine that Sanji liked seeing whenever you baked. Your cheeks were slightly shined by a thin layer of sweat that made you glisten in the attention of the sun, but there was no hiding the smudge of flour near your nose. (His heart ached, you always had flour somewhere on your face whenever he stumbled into the kitchen.)

Sanji wanted to comment on the irony of how you were still wearing the worn out apron from before even after all this time yet the words died down in his throat before it could even reach the tip of his tongue. How could he when you looked so.. beautiful.

He whispered your name into the air, his words almost dissipating in the crowd that felt like it was getting busier with every passing second, but it caught your ear. He could tell. Sanji could tell by the way your eyes were glistening with newly forming tears and how your arms tightened around the bag of groceries.

“Is it really you..?” It was Sanji’s turn to ask as he dared to take a step closer. He could feel the crew’s confused stares glaring into his back, but he cared not one bit. You were in front of him. “A-Are you really.. here?”

You wetly chuckled, placing down the grocery bag with the same carefulness he remember you used with everything he made back then. You then opened your arms and tilted your head with a smile, a silent invitation.

Without hesitation, Sanji sprinted.

He ran until he could feel you and wasted no time in diving into your embrace. Sanji wrapped his arms around you like you were going to slip away any time soon. The lingering smell of sweetness, flour and freshly baked bread hit his nostrils, and Sanji fought the urge to sob on the spot.

When he felt your arms gently wrap around him in return, Sanji decided to give up fighting and let a stray tear escape from his eye.

“It’s you.. It’s really you.” Sanji heard you mumble and pulled away to feel his heartstrings get pulled at the sight of you with tear eyes, a warm smile tilting up the corners of your lips. “You’ve grown, Sanji-sama.”

“Don’t.” Before he could think, the words stumbled out of his mouth. You blinked away the tears in replacement for confusion, but the confusion went away as Sanji spoke, “I’m not- I’m not a prince anymore.”

Sanji watched the way your smile reappeared, this time with more fondness. Your eyes shined knowingly and he safely presumed you knew what he was implying.

“Well, at least that means I get to do this without any problem.” You spoke up with a tone that cleared the air of any sad nostalgia, one beaming with an eerie mischief.

“What do you- Hey!” Before he knew it, Sanji’s hair was getting tousled and ruffled as if he was a dog. Despite his protests, you kept on going with both hands. Your laughter boomed through any complaints coming from Sanji and the cook felt more and more pliant as the sweet melodious sound of your laugh rang in his ears.

Your eyes creased like crescent moons as you playfully messed up the cook’s hair. “I must say, you’ve grown into a fine young man! I still remember how little you were, Sanji-sa-” The ruffling and your words halted, making Sanji look up. You coughed into your hand before correcting, “Sanji.”

The way you said his name like it was a delicacy made his heart twist and turn. Without the honorifics, somehow his own name sounded even better than usual. Almost like a song meant only for him.

“I missed you.” Sanji let the words slip out, not even bothering to care about the crew’s reaction. He really did miss you. A part of him almost forgot you in the process of forgetting about that wretched place yet in his mind, it was always you and his mother that managed to shine through the bad events that happened at the kingdom.

Sanji grabbed your hand and gently pressed it against his cheek, closing his eyes when he felt your warmth radiating through the contact and letting out a shaky sigh. “I missed you.” He repeated.

With his eyes closed, the cook could not see how your eyes visibly softened. Instead, what he felt was your forehead pressed against his as well as your other hand cupping the other side of his face. Your thumb caressed the skin under his eye, treating him like he was a delicate piece of art.

“I missed you too, Sanji.”

Out of the captain’s request, you somehow made your way to the ship that loomed over you with an impressive height. Sanji’s friend was his friend, Luffy declared and immediately invited you over to which you agreed to despite Sanji’s reluctance in letting you deal with the hurricane that is the crew.

Yet you seemed to be dealing with them just fine. Conversing with the crew like you’d known them for years, laughing at Brook’s terrible jokes.

It felt like you were home.

Sanji tightened his grip on the mug, suddenly all too conscious of how your shoulders pressed against his. He was too busy overthinking about how the scent of baked goods weirdly matched well with the ship that he hadn’t realized Luffy had started running his mouth. Only when the captain mentioned the word ‘cook’ did he snap his head back into the conversation just in time.

“A cook? That’s amazing, Sanji!” You beamed at the blonde who flustered over the attention and looked away with a hasty grin along side a blush that overtook his features.

Luffy let out a hearty laugh, one that dared to echo out of the ship and to the town’s ears. “Sanji always makes the best food! Everything he makes taste incredible!”

“Oi, Luffy!” Sanji was no stranger to compliments and he wasn’t one to deny any either yet it felt weirdly embarrassing when you were with him.

Despite Sanji’s protests, you only seemed more impressed and let out a laugh that matched Luffy’s exuberance. “Well, I’m not that surprised!”

You looked over to Sanji and smiled so proudly it made his heart ache. “Sanji’s great at anything he puts his heart into.”

While the crew laughed and tried to coax you into telling more tales of you and little Sanji, the cook couldn’t stop the concerningly fast rate of his heartbeat. You’d said that to him before, but the way your words was soft yet stern with conviction and pride made something in his brain go haywire.

As you were about to reach for your glass, your hand was pulled and held by fingers that were larger and wider than yours.

When you glanced at Sanji, he was having an argument with the swordsman who had a cocky smirk on his face. Meanwhile Sanji, on the other hand, looked as red as a strawberry. Even as he snarled at Zoro, the tips of his ears burned bright red.

You let out a quiet chuckle before gently squeezing back, finding warmth in the way Sanji’s hand held yours.

It’s nice to see you again.

a/n : little sanji is so cute, i want to hug him and let him cook anything he wants. he’s so cute that i want to drop kick vinsmoke judge over a flight of stairs and proceed to pluck out every single strand of that fucker’s hair. hate judge. how dare he treat my child like that. (i have not reached the whole cake island arc yet.)

[adozowa]

Incorrect quotes #12

Reader: "It's hot on the bottom."

*giving a pot with food to zoro*

Zoro: *Reaches out for the bottom*

Reader: "it's hot on the bottom..."

Zoro: *still reaching for the bottom*

Reader: "IT'S HOTT ON THE BOTTTOOOOMMMM!!!?!?!?"

*Sanji laughing his ass off behind zoro*

[zzzssleeping]

Soft Love

Monster Trio x gn reader

The monster trio dating a chubby s/o.

Fluff, slightly suggestive, bisexual Sanji, reader being called "beautiful"

-> We all know Luffy loves food, he steals from everyone, with you? He shares. If you're eating, he's nearby, asking for bites. Cooking? He's there for a taste like a starving puppy. He notices if you’re eating less too, he assumes you’re not hungry, but the second he gets suspicious, he's putting an extra food on your plate.

That being said, he doesn’t understand body insecurities, like at all. Sees you frowning at yourself, he flops onto you dramatically, blinking up at you with confusion. "Oi, don’t make that face!" He huffs, catching you looking at yourself in the mirror with a expression that Luffy knows all too well.

"Luffy, I'm changing!" You scolded after he barged in without warning, making you jump.

You made sure to quickly hide yourself with a towel that seemed almost too small to cover certain parts. He didn't seem to care, not caring about your growing embarrassment. He walked forward to poke your cheeks, trying to make you laugh.

He doesn’t get why you'd ever feel anything but perfect, because to him, you are.

-> He absolutely adores your body. Luffy never understood why people make a big deal about weight. To him, you’re soft, warm, and comfortable. He takes full advantage, draping himself like a lazy cat whenever he gets the chance. It doesn't matter where you are or what you’re doing, if he wants to cuddle, best believe he's finding a way to relax with you.

-> Speaking of cuddling, he is loves it. When he’s feeling lazy, he tackles you onto the nearest soft surface, bed, couch, deck, or even a random tree. Try to move? He stretches his arms and pulls you right back, pouting. "You’re my pillow," he mumbles, nuzzling into you, try to get up, he’ll trail after you anyway, sticking like glue.

Congrats, your body is officially Luffy’s personal nap spot. Whether he's actually asleep or lazing around, he needs to have some part of him resting on you. His favorite spot? Thighs. "So soft…I’m never moving again," he groans, dozing off. Be careful, once he has you, getting free is impossible.

-> The first time he picked you up, you were shocked, but let’s be real, this man is strong. He lifted boulders, fought warlords, and punched a celestial dragon into next week. Carrying you? Easy. He'll throw you over his shoulder, cradle you in his arms, or even piggyback you for fun.

-> Having chubby cheeks is absolute chaos. Luffy will squish them, poke them, and, his favorite, take exaggerated ‘bites’ only because they look soft. He’s always tugging at your cheeks until you scold him, he grins innocently before peppering your face with kisses, making you forget why you were mad at him.

-> He gets defensive when people comment on your body, whether it's positive or negative. Someone tries to insult you, he might not catch on quickly, and once he does? He shuts that down. "Huh?! You must be blind, they’re perfect just the way they are!" He says it with so much confidence that the person usually backs off.

In a different scenario when someone flirts with you, complimenting your appearance? Yeah, he notices after a while. And he gets pouty. He doesn’t like people getting too friendly with you.

He'll probably watch for a split second between you and the person who seems way too close for comfort, catching the lingering stares, soft touch, confused on why the sudden interest in you, wasn't it obvious that you were taken? So, he’ll wrap his arms around you, tugging you against his chest with a mischievous grin.

"Oi, get your own!" He yells suddenly, sticking his tongue out like a brat before wanting to suddenly leave, tugging you to go someplace else.

-> His hands wander, running his fingers over your stomach, your hips, thighs, liking how soft and plush you feel under his touch. He’ll grin as he gives your sides a playful squeeze, kissing your skin like he can’t get enough of you. If you have a ticklish spot? He’s not letting that go, poking at it just to hear you laugh.

His hands always find their way to your thighs. He squeezes them, sometimes even buries his face between just because, not noticing the way you squirm.

-> Zoro isn’t the type to shower you with compliments, his actions speak for themselves. He’s a quiet admirer. You’ll catch him staring, his eyes lingering anywhere, watching the way you move. If you question on it, he’ll grumble, “nothin’...” and look away, but the red on his ears betrays him every time.

-> Like Luffy, he loves how soft you are. After years of training, his body being nothing but muscle, he enjoys the way you feel. Once the two of you get comfortable, his rough hands are always running over your skin, tracing lazy circles. Your body grounds him, makes him feel at ease.

-> He can fall asleep anywhere, now with you, you’re the ultimate comfort. He'll quietly put his head onto your lap, arms crossed, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Lying in bed together? Good luck trying to move, he pulls you against him, trapping you in his warmth. Try to wiggle, he tightens his hold with a quiet grunt. “Stay put.”

He secretly loves when you sit in his lap and Zoro acts like it’s no big deal, though the way his hands are on your hips says otherwise. You ever hesitate, he pulls you down himself, muttering with annoyance, “sit down. You’re not gonna break me, idiot.” Unlike most people, he enjoys feeling your weight on him.

-> Zoro is protective of his crew. With you? It’s on a whole different level. Anyone makes a rude comment, they’re getting the glare that makes people rethink their existence. He doesn’t tolerate any disrespect. Ever. Or you handle the situation, knocking someone down and standing your ground, his arms crossed with approval. “Hmph, not bad.”

He respects your strength, no matter your size. Once you start training with him, don’t expect him to go easy on you, he watches you push yourself, offering blunt but encouraging words. “You’re tougher than half the guys I’ve fought.” By some miracle, you manage to knock him down, he’s grinning.

-> When it comes to intimacy, which would take months, maybe years, Zoro makes sure you know you belong to him. He isn’t one for flowery words, the love bites he leaves all over your body speak volumes. He takes his time, kissing, sucking, grazing his teeth along your skin, humming in satisfaction when you make the sweetest noises for him.

-> Doesn’t matter who you are, you take control, don't be surprised when he's turned on. Try to push him down or straddle him, his usual smug confidence cracks slightly before he smirks, gripping your waist and pulling you even closer.

“Takin’ charge, huh?” He says with a grin. He’ll let you have your fun, for now. Don’t get the idea that you can control him because the second you get too cocky, he flips you over effortlessly, pinning you down.

Manhandling? Yes. Zoro knows he’s strong, and he’s not afraid to use it. Try to resist his teasing, he easily picks you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you onto the bed with ease. He lives when your breath hitches, the wide-eyed look you give him right before he cages you beneath him. Yeah. He enjoys making you flustered just as much as he enjoys having his way with you.

-> From the moment you two met, Sanji was captivated. Your softness, your stomach, the way you carry yourself, it drives him wild. But it’s not just your body he loves; he worships it, treating you like you’re the most divine being he’s ever laid eyes on.

He constantly compliments you, and not just flattery, his words are detailed, spoken with pure devotion. “Mon amour, do you have any idea how absolutely stunning you look today? Magnifique!” He never lets a day go by without reminding you how breathtaking you are because, frankly, he can’t help himself.

-> Sanji spoils you rotten. Cooking your favorite meals, giving you massages, doting on you, he lives to take care of you. You eat the food he makes, he’s in heaven. He watches you with his chin in his hand, heart-shaped eyes glowing as he sighs dreamily. Knowing you’re taking care of yourself, relaxing and enjoying life, brings him so much joy.

-> That said, he can be a bit much. If you’re not eating, he notices immediately. His brows furrow, then suddenly, he’s working harder than ever, determined to make you the best meal you’ve ever had. He won’t pressure you, he’ll gently encourage you. “Please, mon amour. Just one bite?” He knows it’s not always easy, but that’s why he’s here, to help, every step of the way.

-> Dancing with you is one of his greatest joys, but he especially loves doing it when you’re feeling down. He’ll take your hand, twirling you effortlessly, leading you with natural grace. Even if you don’t know how to dance, it doesn’t matter, Sanji makes it feel effortless.

-> If you lean more toward the masculine side, Sanji tries to stay calm. He still gets a little crazy over you, even though he treats most men more colder. As time passes, he becomes more comfortable with his sexuality, he stops holding back. He blushes when he compliments you, shyly ducking his head when he sets a plate of your favorite food. It’s a quieter affection.

-> In bed? Sanji is a worshipper. Your body is a masterpiece, and he treats it like one, his hands on your skin, his lips following, whispering sweet nothings. He doesn’t just want to make you feel good; he wants you to know how beautiful you are.

His favorite part of you? Your stomach. He’s obsessed. His hands constantly resting there, his lips trailing over your skin, nuzzling against you like it’s the most comforting place in the world. If you’re insecure about it, he gets angry. “How could you ever think something so perfect isn’t beautiful?”

Don’t think for a second that Sanji isn’t a tease. He loves pushing you to the edge, kissing you everywhere except where you want him to, smirking when you get impatient. Hearing you whimper his name drives him insane. He’ll take his sweet time, making you beg before finally giving in.

Yet, no matter how intense things get, he’s always gentle. Every reaction, he memorizes it all. And if there’s anything you don’t like, he stops immediately. That’s how much he cares. Sanji makes sure, in every possible way, that you know just how adored you are.

[tiki-was-here]

Ex boyfriend Black Leg Sanji x GN Baker Reader

Word Count: 1.2k Words

Reader and Snoj used to date for a while when he was at the Baratie,i know they move around alot but lets pretend that they stayed at reader’s town for a while cus business was really good.They broke up because although Sanji is a gentleman he was definitely not mature enough for an actual relationship. Also I didn't know how to end this don't shoot me

Valentines Event

Masterlist

The smell of vanilla and sugar filled the small bakery, the air warm and quiet .You were carefully piping an intricate lace pattern onto an elaborate cake .A towering thing, layered with deep red velvet and delicate, sugar-spun roses. Romantic, ridiculously so. It had taken hours, order placed at the last possible second, and the only reason you even agreed was because the person had offered more than enough money to make up for the trouble.

It was the kind of job that would normally require at least two days of work, but here you were, staying up way past closing hours because some snotty royal had placed a last-minute order under the name "Mr. Prince."

You hadn’t recognized the voice over the transponder snail so he must have been from out of town—it had been smooth, charming, and far too smug for your liking. The kind of voice that practically oozed privilege.

You hadn’t cared. Money was money, and business had been slower than usual.

-Still, the request had been absurd.

You yawned, rubbing the back of your flour-dusted hand against your forehead. It was almost midnight, and whoever this "Mr. Prince" was, they were taking their sweet time picking up the damn thing.but hey, if some rich bastard wanted to spend a fortune on a Valentine’s cake, who were you to complain?

Money is money, you reminded yourself.

The soft chime of the bakery’s front bell made you jolt. You hadn’t even heard footsteps outside. Straightening up, you wiped your hands on your apron and stepped out from behind the counter.

"Finally," you called out, irritation seeping into your voice. "I was starting to think you’d—"

You stopped mid-sentence, the words stuck in your throat.

There, standing in the doorway, was Sanji.

Your Sanji.

His blond hair was longer,shoulders broader, but it was his eyes that made something inside you clench tight.

The same piercing blue. The same warmth.

The same regret.

“…Hey, love.” His voice was soft, like he was afraid he’d scare you off. “Did you miss me?”

Oh, you were going to kill him.

"You? Are you serious? You are Mr. Prince?"

Sanji had the audacity to grin. "Guilty."

A flood of emotions surged through you.”You absolute bastard!" you snapped, stomping over to him and shoving a finger against his chest. "You really made me stay up all night for you?! Do you have any idea—"

His hand was suddenly on yours, wrapping around your wrist in a gentle, steady hold. "I know," he murmured, voice softer now. "And I’m sorry, truly. But if I gave you time to think about it, you might’ve said no to seeing me."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he wasn’t wrong. After all these years, you’d convinced yourself that if Sanji ever returned, you’d stay strong, keep your distance. You’d made peace with the past.

"You haven’t changed," you muttered, pulling your hand away.

Sanji chuckled, but there was something heavy in his eyes. "In some ways, maybe. But I have in the ways that matter. " There was something steadier in the way he held himself, something deeper in the way he watched you.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. "Well anyways… what are you doing here?"

His expression softened. "I told you I’d come back for you. Didn’t I?"

Your heart lurched.

"That was years ago. You left, and I—" You took a step back, shaking your head. "I moved on. I had to."

"Did you?" he asked, voice low. "Because I never did."

Sanji took a step closer, slow, careful, as if you might bolt. "Every single day since I left, you were on my mind. When I fought, when I cooked, when I thought I was going to die—" He laughed, breathless, like he couldn’t believe it himself. "You have no idea how many times I almost turned back. How many times I imagined us standing here, just like this."

Your throat tightened. "Sanji…"

"—I know I don’t deserve to waltz back into your life expecting anything. But I had to try."

You stared at him, heart caught between anger and something dangerously close to longing.

"Sanji," you said carefully, "I told you before—"

"I remember." His gaze darkened slightly. "You told me you’d give me another chance when I was ready. When I could prove to you that I wasn’t just some flirt who couldn’t take us seriously."

You swallowed hard. You had said that. But after so many years, after seeing him on wanted posters, hearing whispers of his deeds across the Grand Line, you’d thought he’d long forgotten about you.

"And you think you’re ready now?" you asked quietly.

"I know I am," he said firmly. "I won’t lie to you, love. I still want all your attention on me. That much hasn’t changed. But everything else? I’ve grown. I’ve seen the world. And I’ve planned for this—for us."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was thick, every unspoken word, every lingering feeling pressing in from all sides.

Finally, you whispered, "I was always scared."

"Scared that I’d love you too much. That you’d leave, and I’d be stuck waiting." Your voice cracked. "And you did."

His fingers brushed against your cheek, featherlight. "I know. And I’m so fucking sorry love."

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch before you could stop yourself. You hated how easily you melted under his warmth, how his presence felt like home after all these years.

"I want to believe you," you admitted. "But I don’t know if I can."

Sanji exhaled slowly, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "Then let me prove it to you. One step at a time.I’ll keep you safe. I swear it on my life," he said, voice fierce with conviction. "I won’t lose you again."

The words sent something warm and aching through you. Because the truth was, you had followed his journey. You’d worry every time you’d heard news of a battle, your heart sinking at every bounty increase, wondering if this would be the time he wouldn’t make it.

You had never stopped caring.

And fuck, looking at him now—stronger, older, still painfully beautiful—you knew you had never stopped loving him.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his coat. "You really had this all planned out, huh?"

He grinned, but there was a flicker of nervousness behind it. "Only for the past few years."

You let out a soft, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. "Damn."

Then, before you could second-guess it, you tugged him down and kissed him.

Sanji froze for half a second before melting into you with a low, satisfied groan. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and for a moment, it was like no time had passed at all.

The warmth, the taste of him, the way he kissed you like you were the most precious thing in the world—it was all still the same.

You laughed softly, still breathless from the kiss. Maybe, just maybe, everything had worked out exactly as it was meant to.

And then—

"OI, SANJI! WHERE’S MY CAKE?!"

[everlastingauthor]

Skin Care With Sanji Vinsmoke & Roronoa Zoro ˊˎ-

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ᝰ.ᐟ Tags: Skin Care, Relaxing, Sanji Vinsmoke, Roronoa Zoro, GN Reader, One Piece, & Romantic Activity

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Sanji agreed without hesitation to do skin care with you. He wasn't familiar with skincare, but he let you take the lead. You had to pop him whenever he would get all giddy from you touching his face and massaging in the serum and lotion. Sanji thought a lot of these things felt nice, but he got confused when you asked him if there was any avocados. He said if you were hungry, then he wouldn't mind making you a snack, but you laughed and explained to him that you would turn the avocados into a mask. Still confused, he gave you the avocados and watched you go to work on making the avocados into masks.

He was impressed at your skill,when you finished Sanji thought it felt weird to have it on his face, he also yelled at Luffy for trying to scoop the avocado mask off his face using a chip, after having the mask on your face for fifteen minutes. You helped Sanji wash it off and he washed off your mask.

He was surprised at how smooth and soft his face felt, he kept touching his face saying that he felt beautiful and maybe even younger. This made you chuckle watching your cook of a boyfriend admire his face and he also went to admire your face saying you look amazing. Sanji wanted to make it a habit and routine of doing skin care with you, and you were delighted that he wanted to do skin care with you, now it was time to explain different types of skin care to him.

It was nighttime, and you were ready for your daily skincare routine. You tried asking Nami to join you, but she was busy working on a map, so you tried asking Robin, but she was playing a board game with Chopper. With a sigh, you walked off and saw Zoro, your moss head of a boyfriend, looking stressed. You thought to yourself maybe a little skin care with help him especially since you got some new rollers like a jade and rose quartz one, you asked Zoro to do skin care with you but he said no. You pouted and gave him a watery soft gaze which made him grunt and sigh in defeat.

You sat in Zoro's lap doing a clay mask for him, he kept complaining about how weird it smelled and felt but you told him to hush and relax. When you told him it needed to stay for fifteen minutes, he asked how you do this every night and morning, you just shrugged and got started on your own.

After a while and washing off you and Zoro's masks he didn't say anything but when looking in the mirror he did feel like he looked more handsome and his face felt soft, he hadn't felt this relax in sometime. When you brought out the rollers he was confused but when you used the roller on his face, he felt relaxed that stress was rolling away, now Zoro will try to join in your skin care frequently.

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[softxsuki]

Happy new year!! I hope your holiday season was amazing!!

If it’s no harm (you can ignore this if need!) could I request sanji, law or ace surprising the reader for their birthday? Thou has aged today and was wondering if that was okay:]

(Also I really love your work it’s very edible)

Sanji, Law, and Ace Surprise Reader For Their Birthday

| Pairings: Sanji x Gn!Reader, Law x Gn!Reader, Ace x Gn!Reader | Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Headcanons | Word Count: 460 |

Warnings: none :)

Note: Happy New Year! I had a pretty great holiday, and so far I'm on track with everything I need to do. I hope you had a great holiday season! But I hope you had a great birthday (it's probably already past January 2 where you are, but Happy Birthday anyway!) It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it <3

Sanji:

It’s a given that Sanji is always affectionate and attentive towards you

But now that it’s your birthday, that affection multiplies

He spends all day in the kitchen cooking up your favorite foods and sweet treats, making sure Luffy doesn’t sneak any bites of food

It’s your special day, so you get first choice on everything

His surprise for you aside from his huge feast, is breakfast in bed

You’re truly treated like royalty from the moment you wake up, and that won’t end until the day is over

Works his butt off to ensure you have a great birthday

After cleaning up later at night, he’d spend some quality time with you, showering you in all the gifts he bought for you from some of the islands the crew stopped at on their journey

Law:

Omg this man is so shy

He wanted to so something special after learning it was your birthday, but he chooses to act like he doesn’t know it’s your birthday, so he can plan everything out and have it be a huge surprise later on

Law insists on doing everything himself, as he claims it would make it more special, so the rest of the crew is tasked with keeping you occupied so you don’t ruin your surprise

When the time comes for them to lead you to the designated area Law was using, he’s just standing there with a red face

He’s not used to this, he’s a tough looking guy on the outside, but he has a huge heart (so fitting for mr doctor over here lol)

But it’s all worth it to see the look of surprise on your face when you see everything he planned–he’s relieved 

Ace:

Ace’s surprise for you is a bit different form the guys above

He doesn't cook food for you or decorate a space for a celebration for you and the crew

But he decides he wants to make something for you, a hand threaded bracelet; one for you and one for him to match

Yet he struggles with his large thick fingers, and it ends up taking him a majority of the day to finish, but he’s happy with it

On the day of your birthday as the Whitebeard pirate wish you a happy birthday, eating the food that was prepared as everyone sings in celebration having a good time, Ace pulls you aside

He’s a little embarrassed that it isn’t much, but I just feel like handmade gifts mean so much more than buying something for someone because you know he took the time and effort to do that for you

Probably even tries and sneak you away from the rowdy bunch on deck so he can spend some quality time with you alone

Posted: 1/2/2024

[gingernut1314]

Just For One Dance

Sanji x GN!Reader

Summary: You didn't smile. Didn't laugh. Didn't dance. But when you do, you become Sanji's whole world.

Warnings: Fluffff, some angst, Spoilers for the anime (Alabasta Arc)

Word Count: 1.1K

Song:

September - Instrumental

A/N: I've had this little idea for a whileeee now, and I've been itching to write it, so I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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It was as if the moon had carved itself onto your lips. So bright and shining with a celestial glow that was otherworldly. 

You were smiling. 

You were smiling and it was making it hard for Sanji to breathe. 

The cigarette he had lit seconds ago fell from his lips as he watched you tilt your head up to the sky, arms spread so you could feel every last droplet of rain upon your skin. Tears rolled over the flushed rounds of your cheeks, a laugh bordering on a sob falling from those grinning lips of yours. 

Your laugh--your laugh. 

It was a sound sweeter than honey--richer than the smoothest chocolate. It was a sound that was engraving itself into Sanji’s very mind. One he would not easily forget.

Sanji had known you for a short while now. Had known you ever since the protection of Vivi had been passed from the recently deceased Igaram onto you. 

He knew you were a serious, honor and duty-driven warrior. Knew you didn’t seek any of life's pleasures out for yourself, putting your duties and princess above all else. 

He knew that included any of the special treats or drinks he made for you and the ladies of his crew. Included the simple act of partaking in conversion outside of snapping words at his crew whenever they grew too careless around your princess. Words Sanji himself had been bitten by more times than he could count on both hands for even trying to make a conversion with you. 

Sanji knew you didn’t laugh. Didn’t joke. Didn’t cry or get upset for yourself. Didn’t smile. 

He had wanted to change that ever since he had first laid eyes on you at Little Garden after you had someone managed to track your princess down. 

He had wanted to bring you joy. Had wanted to try and ease that pain and strife waging a war in your eyes. 

He had learned from Vivi what had happened to your family. Your mother and baby sister had been killed during a rather horrid sandstorm. Your father, after joining the royal guard, had been killed in battle. Your brother, very shortly after joining the rebel forces currently opposing Vivi and her father, had been killed during a raid. 

Yet you stayed steady in your loyalty to Vivi, who had become your friend and given you sanctuary as her handmaiden as well as the opportunity to train with Igaram. Yet you sought nothing out for yourself, always giving and protecting. 

So Sanji did what he could to make you feel appreciated. He made sure your meals were prepared with the utmost care and packed with all the protein and nutrients you needed. Made sure to bring you water after hours of sitting in the sun and training. Sanji even tried his hand at downplaying his flirting. At just sitting with you in your silence and even throwing you the occasional joke just so he could see you crack the smallest of smiles. 

It never worked of course. You were a steadfast warrior, one whose serious nature rivaled that of the Straw Hats’ own warrior. 

But here you were, smiling as the rain-soaked you to the bone. Smiling and laughing and crying for your country which had faced so much hardship.

And when you turned that smile onto Sanji, his heart stopped. His brain stopped. The soft hush of the rainfall around them and the voices of his crew fell away until all he could hear was you.

He watched you approach him with a carefulness he wanted to tell you wasn’t needed, but his throat had run dry--words catching and faltering under your stunning beauty. 

A calloused strong yet gentle hand smoothed over his, slowly interlocking fingers in a soft hold. Some semblance of sense came back to Sanji then, his fingers tightening their hold around your hand and feet moving him closer into your joy-filled presence.

“Dance with me?” You asked, eyes turning away from his in yet another emotion you had yet to gift him. Shyness. 

“I thought you didn’t dance?” Sanji teased, leaning ever closer. 

He wanted to be near you--needed to be near you. It was a feeling so strong it had a hold on his physical body. 

You rolled your eyes at his tease, but that smile never once drooped. 

“I told you I wouldn’t dance with you until the rains fell for my home again.” You said, voice cracking in your over-flowing happiness. Your light-filled eyes glanced upward once more, your smile only growing. “I could be mistaken, but I believe it’s raining now.” Sanji’s own laugh flew from his chest, gaining those watery, joy-filled eyes once more. 

“I believe it is.” He pulled you carefully against his body, his own hand guiding yours to lay on his shoulder. 

“I must warn you though. I am a horrid dancer.” You laughed in that silvery way of yours, pulling your body flush against Sanji’s. “I am but a lowly soldier.” 

“And I am but a lowly pirate. What brilliant dance partners will we make for each other.” You watched Sanji was a long moment. Watched him as your eyes softened and your smile grew warm. A softness and warmth meant only for him. Warmth that wormed its way into Sanji’s heart and would stay there until death was kissing his brow.

Just as Sanji’s hand found purchase on the small of your back, the voice of your princess came floating closer. A voice that had your smile faltering and that seriousness filling your eyes. You were going to leave him just as he had been gifted your smile and laughter and joyous brightness. 

Sanji held you closer against his body--leaned in closer so that his nose was just a breath away from kissing your own. Your eyes widened and that shyness Sanji had instantly loved upon its first arrival bloomed over your face. 

“Let's be selfish. Just for one dance.” You blinked at him. And blinked and Sanji was sure you would pull away from him. 

“Just for one dance.” You agreed, your smile growing once more and setting Sanji’s heart ablaze. 

The rain was your music and the beat of your heart against his guide. 

You may have been true to your word about your dancing abilities, but it hardly mattered to Sanji. Not when you hooked your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. Not when your smell, like the very rains falling around you, filled his nose and sent his head spinning. Not when after moments of lovely quiet in each other's arms, you showed him one last gift.

You gifted him a kiss. A smiling kiss he was more than eager to gift right back.

Tags: @fanaticsnail , @lostfirefly

[trashland-llamas]

Sweet Treat

x gn reader

Sanji who asks Reader if they have any requests for the ship's ever-changing menu. It wasn't them declining that grabbed his attention. Rather the severity in which they shook their head. The next time this happens is when Sanji offers to cut them a slice of pie. In which, they yet again politely decline. This being the point where it transforms into a desire to know why they refuse to want for things. Seeing it in other avenues of life as well such as never buying anything for themselves when docking for supply hauls.

'Lovely, what are you doing up?' Sanji yawns, speedily waking up to catch them from falling. Y/n, in the middle of the night had decided to climb the counter to gather a sauce pan. 'I was trying to make hot chocolate, but I couldn't find the chocolate. Helps me go to sleep.' Sanji lit up in excitement when he realized it was something they wanted. 'I'll get it, go sit down.' Eyebrow raised when they hop onto the counter. 'You didn't say where.' They liked watching Sanji cook, finding comfort in how he stirred the shaved chocolate into the warmed milk. Spooning out a droplet of whipped cream on top before handing y/n the cup.

'You didn't make yourself any?' Sanji smiled at how they relished in the cup's warmth. Eyes barely open, chest slowly rising with each breath. 'I'm fine, sweetheart. Your company's all I need,' hopping up to sit next to them. Finishing their drink, the reader laid their head on his shoulder. The soft gray cotton cushioned their cheek. Sanji couldn't help but place a kiss on their forehead. 'Can I request something for tomorrow's menu? If the offer's still on the table...'

'What would you like?' Despite having to wait a few more months to hear the reader divulge the not so savory parts of their childhood, Sanji considered this progress. 'Could you make y/f/f?'

'I'd be glad to make that for you.'

[discodreaming]

you're so gorgeous.

you're so gorgeous, it makes me mad

It makes you so furious, the way Sanji made you feel every day whenever he looked into your eyes. His ocean-blue eyes could instantly make you weak in the knees, or his smile practically caused a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You hated it – it made you so mad. 

Blackleg Sanji was so gorgeous; it made you so mad. But, you could never hate him for it – it wasn’t his fault that he was gorgeous.

It angered you so much that you couldn’t say anything to him, talk, or even be in his presence without feeling you were going to sink and drown in your feelings. 

He made you so stupidly happy and was sometimes easy to be around ( when you weren’t choking on your tongue when he simply said your name or when he smiled towards you ) it made you so mad; you wanted to kiss him so badly. You didn’t know how to tell him about these feelings, about how you wanted to be with him so badly but you couldn’t. 

You were so in love with Sanji and you were pissed you couldn’t tell him.

You are so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face.

a/n: sanji pretty

song: you're so gorgeous - taylor swift.

[k-koriikorner]

DAY 2 - PRAISE

kinktober 2023. - masterlist |

warnings. - gn! reader,, dom-ish!sanji,, french dialogue, reader speaks some french but has no distinguished race,, also some what short

♠︎sanji vinsmoke...

These things were simple, normal nights turned in the nights of pure passion between you and Sanji. You never cease to be amazed at how good he was at these things, despite the well known fact of him being a womanizer. All that stopped though, once he was able to have your warm body against his very own, without the fear of you pushing him away.

A series of events and an intricate collection landed you in the position you're in now. Beneath Sanji, taking every he gives you, as he pushes his pulsing, erect member into the farthest reaches of your canal. ,, hnn, you feel 's good-HAH, right ther' Sanji pleas',,

His length reached into the depths of your canal, dragging deliciously in and you of your tight entrance. The tight pull of your trench sending him nearly toppling towards you, the friction enough to send him into a frenzy. He prided himself at being a gentleman though, and opted at keeping a steady pace unless you so wished him to fasten his pace and increase your overall pleasure.

Sanji laid above you, his lanky but equally strong arms holding him up, his sky blue eyes locking onto your ethereal body beneath him. He loved having you in this position, having you babbling below him, is endearing pillow princex. Your hair, how ever long or short it was and any head covering beginning removed, lay in a halo beneath you, shifting at every thrust he made with his slick hips, covered with the evidence of your and his enjoyment.

A squelching sound began to pick up in volume from beneath your two bodies and so did your whines. The sweet sounds you were making fueled Sanji to speed up his pace, the angle of his member pushed into your gummy walls, the faint rocking on the ship pushing his hips just a little deep.

You reached a warm hand towards Sanji's cheek, he turned his head to the side to catch the hand in a kiss. ,, Mi... amor, lo estás haciendo tan bien,... tan lleno... te llenas tan bien!,, (my love, you're doing so well...so full...you fill me up so good!)

Sanji's member twitched inside of you at the realization of you speaking in his mother's tongue, and once again at the sound of your praise. Yes, Sanji has been praised and complimented for many things, mainly his cooking- but the sound of you praising him during your most intimate moments felt like a angelic hymn from your plump lips. No amount of mermaid melodies could match the enticing chime of your voice, shivers of ecstasy trailed through his abs to his member buried inside of you. A desperate whine leaving his pink lips as he gazed down at you, sky blue pearls locking onto your half lidded ones.

,,encore une fois, ma douce, dis-le encore...s'il te plaît,, (once again my sweet, say it again...please) The increase in his pace did not go unnoticed as you cried out his name at the delicious pace. The feeling of his hips rubbing against your sensitive hips, sending you into overdrive. ,,You're always so good to me- hnm...tu es si grand,, (you're so big)

Bending down to the shell of your ear, warm breath with the scent of faint cigarette smoke and bay leaves fanned the right side of your face. His pace rapidly increased, thrusting a mile a minute, your body begins to rock with every thrust. Subconsciously pulling away from his warmth, his ever encroaching thrusts- but the drag of his cock felt too enticing, the feel of his warm slightly calloused hands on either side of your waist grounded you. ,,encore une fois mon cœur... s'il te plaît, dis-le encore!,, (once again my heart, please say it again)

,,Sanj-Sanji!, tu te sens si bien, trop bien..., close 'm...so close,, (you feel so good, too good)

,,One more time mon amour, je promets que je te comblerai, je promets,, (my love, I promise I will satisfy you, I promise) Your hips began to move in sync with every jolt of his hips, stuttering at times when it became too much. Sanji lowered his face towards you heated neck, your heartbeat practically jumping from your supple skin. For a moment his last request slipped for your mind, the thoughts of you mind seemed to drift away as your lower body began to feel a hot, heavy pressure building up. A hand crept up the valleys of his back towards the nape of his neck, before finally resting, in his golden locks. Before giving them a harsh tug, drawing a pornographic moan from his glazed lips.

,, Sanji I love you, Je t'aime tellement... I... Je ne peux plus tenir,, (I love you so much...I...I can't hold on anymore)

,, Je..Je t'aime aussi ma douce- Hah!,, (I... I love you too my sweet) His voice gave out by the end of his sentence as he left you constricting around him, his member pulsed once more before white sticky ropes began shooting into your canal. You tightened your hold on Sanji as she pumped you a few times, riding out both of your highs.

Sanji gazed down at your spent body, that same otherworldly he loved to see after a night under the sheets, reflecting from your skin. He kneeled down to place a kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling out, softly shushing you at the sound of your soft whine.

Sanji walked to the built in bathroom and drew a bath for the both of you. Returning to retrieve you he blushed at the sight of your and his arousal leaving your previously occupied hole. He slowly walked towards you, gently lifting you up before beginning his routine of after care but not before you greeted his left cheek with a kiss.

[scirelistener]

IT’S YOU THAT I’M LOOKING FOR ALL MY LIFE

strawhat pirates / east blue gang (luffy, zoro, nami, ussop, sanji) x gn! reader

It was a tough week for everyone. Ranging from the small-time pirates to idiotically big navy ships, everyone exerted their limits to the point where there was at least one crewmate lying on the floor out of exhaustion. Even the ever so energetic captain seemed dimmed in radiance.

In times such as this, everyone gravitated towards a certain individual whose existence was like a solid boulder against the ruthless, crashing waves; you.

LUFFY

Aside from the slight fog, it was a generally pleasant day. Most of the crew, aside from Ussop and Franky who locked themselves in the sniper’s factory to discuss whatever mechanical ingenuities they’ve come up with and Jimbei who continued to meticulously manage as the helmsman, were lingering around the lawn deck.

The sun shyly peaked through translucent clouds, offering just the slightest of rays that warmed the grass just a little to be the perfect temperature.

Nami and Robin sat underneath one of the trees, basking in the good weather while also enjoying the natural shade offered by the branches. Next to Robin was the little reindeer who had his body slightly leaning against the archeologist but his head fully submerged into whatever book he was reading.

The three had drinks sitting around them which was no doubt given by Sanji who roamed around the boat with a tray filled with an assortment of drinks, begrudgingly handing one to the swordsman who had been dozing off against the wall.

Though the two started bantering as usual, their usual deafening voices were muted by Brook who sat on the swing while he gently played the violin in such a way that it echoed across the ship like the enchanting sound of a siren’s voice.

The ever melodious sounds of Brook’s song was beckoning you to fall asleep, especially since you were sitting right besides him with your back against the sturdy tree trunk. If it weren’t for the book in your hand that dominated your attention, you probably would’ve already been dead asleep.

As you were about to flip to the next page, a certain captain made his way towards you and announced his presence by whining out your name.

You looked up from the book just in time to receive the full body weight of your captain. “Oof-”

“I’m bored~” Luffy whined as he settled his head against your lap, looking up to you with an expression that resembled a puppy who’d been denied an extra treat. “Aren’t you bored?”

Picking up the book that was luckily not damaged nor had any of its pages folded, you showed it to Luffy with an endearing smile. “Nope. Only you, captain.”

Another whined drew out of Luffy before he decided to change position.

“Luffy?” Completely ignoring you, Luffy swung a leg over your thighs so that he was fully sat on your lap and he wrapped his arms around your neck, fully closing the distance between him and you with a content sigh.

Though your captain has always been touchy and affectionate with all the crew, it never failed to set your cheeks ablaze at his openness. Yet the way his body slowly relaxed against you with his steady breathing fanning the side of your neck, your lips twitched upwards into an unbidden smile.

As you were about to open the book once more, Luffy mumbled against your skin, “You’re always so warm, like a really warm soup..”

“…Did you just compare me to food?” You couldn’t help the spontaneous bark of laughter that bubbled out, somewhat impressed at Luffy’s ability to correlate anything with food.

When you received no response from the captain other than a snore, it drew another laugh out of you. A small chuckle could be heard from beside you, the owner of the chuckle being Brook who was watching the scene unfold all the while playing his instrument without a pause.

You gently leaned your head against the captain’s before submerging yourself back into the book; only this time, you were accompanied by the grounding presence sitting atop of you.

In Luffy’s dream, he dreamt of the crew as he always did. It was an endless field, endlessly decorated with flowers that scattered its petals into the air. If he squinted, there were two figures far far away from his reach yet he didn’t feel sad about the distance between them.

Instead, his attention was drawn to his fellow pirates who surrounded him with their presences, all beaming with joy.

As he looked down, he saw his hand interlocked with another. When he tilted his head back up, Luffy felt blinded by the sheer brightness from your smile.

“C’mon, Luffy!” You tugged at his hand, pulling him towards the crew.

Luffy, who could never deny you, felt his own smile ripping through and nodded before running towards the crew with your hand tightly held in his, never letting go.

ZORO

With all the windows wide open, cool breeze flowed through the crow’s nest relentlessly yet it wasn’t unwelcome. It felt nice despite the shiver it sent down your spine and the way you could visibly see the condensed breathes coming outing your mouth.

Perhaps opening all the windows was not the smartest move, you noted as you pulled the blanket around your shoulders to cover you more, but as you gazed up at the night sky, the coldness became nothing but a passing sensation.

The stars were shining in ways that couldn’t be captured in a photograph or drawing. They were shining in ways that had to be appreciated through the naked eye, by those who waited for their stars arrival. With a keen eye, one could even see the constellations that flickered with stories of their past.

One small detail that you cherished from being a pirate was the access to such scenery. Of course, stargazing was accessible even on land, but the view from the crow’s nest could never be beaten.

As you were about to blow against your chilled hands in hopes of warming them up, you heard shuffling from near the ladder.

As you wondered who could it be, a familiar patch of green hair emerged from the ladder which caused you to smile knowingly.

“Why is it so cold up here?” Zoro grumbled as he brought himself up onto the crow’s nest, a heavy thud echoing as his boots made contact with the floor.

You turned to face him fully, leaning your back against the railing as you took in the swordsman’s rather sluggish form with a smile. Besides the three swords that he, for some reason, brought along with him, the swordsman still looked as though he had the remnants of sleep lingering in his body. His coat wasn’t even tied probably, instead just hanging off his shoulders.

“And why are you up here? You should go back to sleep.” You said, rolling your eyes as the swordsman grumbled something unintelligible before walking up to stand besides you, leaning his elbows against the railing.

Seeing as you weren’t going to get an answer from him, you turned around to face the stars, mimicking his stance.

However, before you could go back to admiring the sea of stars, Zoro gently pushed your body to face him.

Wordlessly, the swordsman adjusted the blanket around you as if making sure the cold wasn’t getting to you. The warmth emanating from the small contacts of his fingers to your skin seemed capable of warming you up entirely.

When you looked up at him, the warmth in the endless depth of his brown eye made you forget the seeping cold air that continued to flow through the crow’s nest.

You smiled at his heartfelt action, gently pulling his hand away from the hem of the blanket to hold in yours. “Worried about ‘lil old me?” You couldn’t help but tease, feeling a little victorious when Zoro let out a chortle.

“Someone has to make sure you aren’t gonna freeze to death.” Zoro quipped back, but the way he squeezed your hand was all the reply you needed.

Like a natural instinct, he lifted one arm as an invitation and you, following natural instinct as well, easily slotted yourself against his side and found comfort in leaning against Zoro’s sturdy form. The swordsman wrapped an arm around your shoulder, providing extra insulation along with the blanket.

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” You muttered, sneaking an arm around Zoro’s waist to make sure he doesn’t get cold as well.

Zoro hummed, his chest reverberating the vibrations from the sound to you. He hooked his chin against the top of your head as the arm around your shoulder tightened.

“The moon is beautiful tonight too.”

NAMI

Aside from the faint sound of pencil grating against paper and the occasional satisfied hums from the navigator, the library was a quiet haven reserved for only Nami and you for now.

Though the circular sofa didn’t provide the best structure for laying horizontally, the plush structure of it made up for the slightly uncomfortable posture you had curled your body into. Accompanied by the blanket Nami so graciously placed on top of you, you almost let your eyelids close operation for the day.

Yet you were drawn to the way Nami exuded ease and looked content as she worked on her maps, her glasses perched against her nose as she diligently swapped the pencil in her hand for a nearby compass.

There was no other way to describe it other than Nami being in her element.

“I’m going to start counting fees the more you stare at me.” You snapped out of your daydream, eyes averting to see Nami with her hands against her hips with a smile all too mischievous, but still beaming with fondness. The glasses were no longer there, instead placed on the table on top of her on going project.

You sat up, blanket draping down onto your lap as you gave her a sheepish smile. “You look cool when you’re working. I’m innocent, Your Honor.” You raised your arms up in mock surrender, making Nami let out a small chuckle before leaving her work station to sit next to you with a sigh that felt all too heavy.

You gently draped a part of the blanket over to her lap as Nami found comfort in placing her head against your shoulder, her face slightly smushed against your neck.

“I’m so tired..” It was a mix of groaning and grumbling, the way the navigator muttered. You let out a small giggle before raising an arm up to push away some of the hair blocking her face. As you softly tucked it behind her hair, a faint of a smile could be felt against your skin.

With the help of her arm slithering around your waist, the navigator pulled you in closer and impossibly further pressed her face into the crook of your neck as if she was hell bent on making that place her new home.

You laughed at the slight ticklish sensation, but not without wrapping an arm around her in reciprocal.

“You’re touchy today.” You grinned at the pinch Nami gave to your waist as you said it, but noted how she didn’t attempt to pull away.

“It’s been a long week, I deserve it.”

“You do.” You replied without a beat of hesitation. (And if Nami felt her heart stutter, it was just her imagination.)

After that, you two didn’t share another word. Instead, what you did share was the comfortable silence that welcomed itself into the library and the warmth from the embrace you two would prolong for the rest of the day.

As you felt yourself being drawn by the tendrils of sleep, you almost missed the way a certain navigator got hold of your hand and gently squeezed it.

Before you succumbed to dreamland, you made sure to squeeze her hand back in return.

USSOP

Even with the exhaustion that waved over many of the crew mates, including Ussop himself, it didn’t seem to stop his brain from coming up with new innovations and seeing as he had been stuck in his little factory for a good few hours now, it seemed as though his body still had enough energy to comply.

As you handed over the tray of food Sanji made specially for him despite putting an indifferent facade, you made yourself a seat by cautiously pushing aside tools and other metal junks that clattered the space.

“How you keep going is beyond my comprehension, Ussop. Even Zoro’s up there snoring up a storm.” You said with a fond smile, taking note of the presence of seemingly newly made equipments that hid itself amongst the various other objects that invade Ussop’s factory.

The sniper choked on his drink for a bit before regaining himself, puffing his chest in pride and smiling widely. “Well, of course! Nothing this great warrior of the sea can’t handle!”

You laughed in return, nodding your head in agreement. “Of course, of course. How could I forget.” The two of you shared a knowing glance before letting out a small chuckle.

Whenever the two of you were together. Ussop was never as boisterous as he was around the others. Of course, he still joked and told tales as dramatic as poems written by a certain author from the old days yet there was a calmness that stabled the air between you two. A calmness that enabled Ussop to let go for a moment.

As Ussop slowly finished up his food, you noticed a cut you’ve never seen before on his left hand. Unbidden, you grabbed his left hand and raised it up to inspect it despite the slowly forming sound of Ussop’s flustered protest.

“Is this new? It doesn’t look deep.” You frowned, as you made sure to not make contact with the actual wound in the possible case of infection. “Have you treated this yet? Why haven’t you at least put a bandage on?”

“Ah, well.. I might’ve forgotten..?” You looked up to send a stern gaze to the sniper who pointedly looked to the other way, a sheepish smile adorning his features.

You let out a small sigh. “You should be glad Chopper didn’t see it first.” You said as you dug your fingers into your pant pockets until you grasped the bandaid you kept in your pockets just in case.

As you took out the bandaid and proceeded to carefully place it against the cut, you didn’t notice the way Ussop’s eyes soften at how gentle you were with his hands. The way you softly pressed the bandaid against his hand to ensure it doesn’t slip away, the way you caressed the surrounding calluses around the wound.

Before you could slide your hand away, Ussop gently but firmly held it in his making you avert your gaze to him once more. Yet all the sniper gave in return was a cheeky smile.

“Want to know what I’ve been making?”

While the factory was soon filled with the excited ramblings of the sniper’s explanation of each intricate factor and how it contributes to the usefulness of the equipment, his hand never let go of yours.

It was almost as if it tightened with every second passing by. At some point, your fingers ended up interlocked and never let go even as Ussop reached to grab some of the prototypes.

You basked in Ussop’s presence and words while you squeezed the hand that tightly held onto yours, knowing he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. Neither were you anyways.

SANJI

There was never a day on the Thousand Sunny where the smell of food did not roam around the galley and the surrounding area. Even from outside of the galley, one would smell whatever dish the meticulous cook was preparing when passing by. The smell would always be noticed with the loud yet somewhat harmonious sounds of sizzling food, bowls clacking against each other and the faint sound of Sanji’s humming.

When the day later on dims to nights that were accompanied by the lonely cries of the sea waves crashing against the Thousand Sunny’s structure and the only source of light came from the wall lamps, the lingering smell of food is extinguished by the sickeningly rich aroma from expensive candles.

No longer were there the noisy sounds of sizzling, frying, clanking. Instead, the only noise that indicated the cook’s activity was the sound of boiling water that was then taken off from the stove to cool down before pouring it into the two mugs already ready with tea bags.

Once the colors from the tea leaves slowly infused into the water and faint smell of herbs rose into the air, Sanji took the two mugs and made his way to where you were sitting.

“For you, my dear.” Though his voice lacked the usual exuberance, the way his words glided with tenderness made your heart warm despite the slightly cold air.

Thanking him as you took it out of his hands, you felt your hands feel less numb as it made contact with the hot mug. You let out a comfortable sigh while Sanji took the seat next to you, leaving a strangely large distance that felt like a wide gap.

You decided not to comment on it, opting to take a sip of the tea that immediately soothed your body as soon as it entered the system. You couldn’t help but let out another content sigh, finally feeling some sort of warmth amidst the air that seemed to be getting more frigid.

You looked over to the cook who had his mug placed on the ground, his back fully against the backrest of the sofa, his head tilted upwards to the ceiling. Though you couldn’t see as clearly, his eye looked clouded with thought.

“ ..Are you alright, Sanji?” The gentle calling of his name must’ve snapped him out of his thoughts as he tilted his head down to give you a reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eye.

“I’m alright, dear. Just..” His hand fiddled with the unlit cigarette, grazing against the grainy paper. “Just a lot on my mind is all.”

You waited for him in case he said anything more yet the cook remained silent, so you only nodded in understanding.

Then out of the corner of your peripheral vision, you saw Sanji’s fingers that were resting on the sofa twitch as if it itched for something. You looked back at Sanji who seemed to have not notice that his own body was doing that.

In an act of confidence, you placed your mug on the ground and gently scooted towards the cook. Closing the distance just enough so that your shoulders were touching each other and your knees gently grazed one another.

Sanji’s shoulders tensed, but in a blink second, the tension washed away and you felt a wave of relief when the cook slightly leaned his shoulder against yours.

Despite his frequent outbursts against Zoro and his overly aggressive fawning for women, it seemed as though the cook was never one to express what he was truly feeling. You’ve only seen glimpses of sadness, nostalgia and yearning that would seldomly find its way into his gaze, his voice or his actions before it went away like it was never there.

Yet as the two of you sat together in silence, the way he gently placed his pinky against yours and hooked it together indicated a vulnerability he was willing to share to you to.

Without a word, you gently pulled his hand into yours and held it tightly, hoping that the words of comfort that were floating in your head right now was somehow transferred by the way you squeezed his hand.

“Dear,” You looked over to Sanji who looked both nervous and relieved, calling you in a tone that shook at the end of each syllable. “Could I be selfish, just this once, and ask something of you?”

“Of course.” Without a beat of hesitation, you answered.

With a shaky inhale, the cook nervously asked, “Could I rest my head on you for a while?”

Once more, you nodded and pulled away enough to make room for Sanji to lay down. You patted your lap and beckoned the cook to come closer with a smile.

Sanji slowly laid his head against your lap, letting out a small content sigh as he let his body rest against the sofa. His eyes closed shut when he felt your fingers run through his hair, a motion that oozed of affection and gentleness that it unknowingly brought tears into his eyes.

“Thank you.” The cook whispered into the air along with your name.

All he got in return was the gentlest kiss on the forehead and the resumed motion of your fingers running through his golden locks.

a/n : evil polycule, call that diabolycule

if there’s any errors, please look the other direction for i don’t think i even blinked once in the five hours i spent writing this blurb of a writing 😔 and if the characters seem ooc, please look the other direction also for i am very sleep deprived. the one piece brainrot is taking over and i had to output it somewhere and here we are! sanji is like a wet cat to me, hes so cute i want to punch vinsmoke judge for him

[eustasscherrygirl]

Ugh I wanna get inside his ribcage😔😩😩

Sanji melts when you give him head.

His fingers are gripping on your hair so tightly, he’s panting and moaning against his other hand, which is fisted against his lips. He can’t risk the rest of the crew listening to him in such a weak state.

He bucks his lips softly into your mouth. He knows that although he’s not very thick, he’s still long and overall a lot to take in, so he tries to be patient, using all his might not to fuck your face and come in under two minutes.

He also adores it when you take your time and spice things up. He had gotten the casual blowjob before, but it was mostly quick one night stands in some shady corner of the Baratie, where oral was just a cheap and easy way to lubricate and not actually a sensual affair, so it always gets his knees weak if you worship him for a little while, teasing and appreciating him through your touch.

He falls back on his elbows, praising you when you’re kneeling between his spread legs, your hands caress his waist and grip him as you go down on his length. You can never look away from him, blinking the tears from your eyes to see his head thrown back in pure pleasure.

During your time apart, Sanji also grows much more comfortable with his own body and desires. Once you reunite, safe in the privacy of your bedroom, he doesn’t hesitate to whisper everything he wants to do with you — and everything he wants you to do to him. That’s how you find yourself between his legs while his hips are supported by soft pillows, his cock deep down your throat and your fingers gently moving inside of him.

His dirty talk goes through the roof, curse words falling from his lips as he talks you through pleasuring him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. I can take a bit more, come on, it’s okay… Oh fuck fuck fuck, right there, right there… No, don’t stop sucking baby, come on… You’re so smart, you can do two things at once.”

His sounds are angelic. Breathy moans and soft whimpers, begging and commanding all at the same time.

“Take it deeper... I said deeper…” His hand grips at the roots of your hair, pushing down and making his tip press at the back of your throat, and he loses his composure in a second, eyes rolling back. “Ah! Please, baby, please… Oh that’s a fucking good… Ugh…”

Once he’s close, he always lets you know. Sometimes it’s a verbal warning, but most of the times it’s just gentle tapping against your cheek combined with the trembling of his legs. He lets you choose if you want to swallow it, if you want to jerk him so he paints your face in his cum, and if you do let him come in your mouth but you don’t want to swallow it, he simply extends his bare hand for you to spit on.

And, of course, Sanji always returns the favour.

[tiki-was-here]

⭑=nsfw

ONE PIECE

SANJI

─ ⋆⋅ ᡣ𐭩 Valentine’s Event: Ex boyfriend Sanji x GN Baker Reader

"—I know I don’t deserve to waltz back into your life expecting anything. But I had to try."

BAKI THE GRAPPLER

Jack Hanma x Restaurant Owner Reader

[soaln]

can i request hcs of monster trio and ace/law getting jealous of someone stealing reader’s attention?

𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ﹒ ౨ৎ

𓏵 ﹒ ┈ warnings : none, pure fluff, gender isn't mentioned I think ｡— ◟ 𖦹

𝓜𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

Luffy, despite his carefree and unrefined nature, is open about his feelings for you. His youthful exuberance and boundless energy make his attachment to you both overwhelming and endearing. If someone tries to take your attention away, he doesn’t hesitate to express his feelings. His face scrunches up into an exaggerated pout, his lips puffing out as he declares, “Hey! That’s my [Y/N]!” in a tone that is both childish and possessive.

Luffy usually doesn’t care much about competition, but when it comes to you, he will go to great lengths to capture your attention. Whether it’s interrupting conversations with his signature enthusiasm or pulling you into a tight, playful hug, he makes sure everyone knows you are his priority.

If someone continues to ignore him, Luffy's behavior will become even more outrageous. He might start doing silly stunts, telling jokes, or even challenging the intruder to a goofy competition—all to get your attention back. His actions are loud, chaotic, and completely in character, but they stem from a place of genuine affection.

𝓡𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

Zoro’s jealousy is as sharp and precise as his swordsmanship. He’s not one to wear his emotions openly, but when someone catches your attention, his stoic demeanor becomes a little more intense. His arms cross, his gaze narrows, and his silence speaks volumes. He doesn’t need words to convey his displeasure.

If the situation escalates, Zoro's pride won't allow him to stand by without taking action. He'll find a way to involve himself, often pretending that he needs your help with something trivial, like adjusting his swords or reaching for a drink. His movements are deliberate, and his tone remains casual, but his piercing gaze is always fixed on the intruder.

Zoro’s jealousy is subtle yet powerful. He doesn’t create a scene, but his actions and presence are enough to remind everyone—especially you—that he’s not someone to be underestimated when it comes to matters of the heart.

𝓥𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

Sanji’s jealousy is as intense and dramatic as his personality. When someone tries to capture your attention, his romantic nature ignites like a storm. His words are filled with passion and possessiveness, and his voice drips with charming sweetness as he declares, “Darling, you should know, no one could ever treat you the way I do!”

His jealousy is anything but subtle. He showers you with flirtatious compliments while his eyes smolder with intensity, casting pointed glances at anyone he sees as a threat. Sanji's love language revolves around grand gestures, which he uses to remind you—and everyone else—that you are his muse, his one and only.

If the situation requires it, Sanji will go all out. He might prepare an extravagant meal just for you, presenting it with a theatrical bow and flourish. His jealousy is intertwined with passion, spectacle, and an unwavering devotion that is impossible to ignore.

𝓟𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄

Ace’s jealousy is subtle, reflecting his laid-back personality, yet it runs deep. When someone captures your attention, he observes from a distance, maintaining a calm expression while his gaze remains intense. A quiet tension fills the air, and a slight change in his demeanor reveals the depth of his feelings.

If the intruder persists, Ace will step in with his trademark charm and ease. His words are teasing, his tone light, but there’s a possessiveness lurking beneath the surface. “Careful, they might bite,” he might say with a smirk, his voice smooth and affectionate. “You wouldn’t want to get too close.”

Ace’s jealousy is never overt, but it’s always present. He doesn’t need grand gestures or dramatic declarations to remind you where his heart lies. His quiet confidence and subtle actions speak louder than words ever could.

𝓣𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝓦𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖

Law's jealousy is a masterclass in restraint and quiet intensity. He doesn't engage in loud displays of emotion, but when someone attracts too much of your attention, his presence becomes unmistakable. He lingers in the background, his posture rigid and his gaze sharp, while his silence is heavy with unspoken possessiveness.

His actions are intentional and thoughtful. A gentle touch, a soft word, or a slight change in distance is enough to remind you—and everyone else—that you belong to him. “You seem… quite interested in them,” he might murmur, his tone cool but tinged with a hint of irritation.

When Law's patience begins to wear thin, his jealousy becomes more evident. A slight scowl, a protective arm around you, or a sharp glare at the intruder acts as a silent warning. His love is deep and intimate, and he won't hesitate to defend it with the same precision he uses in battle.

[softlypossessive]

I’m so glad I stumbled onto your blog! I was wondering if I could request a monster trio headcanon for one piece. I was wondering how would they react to having a s/o on the crew whose role was to be the scribe? She basically set out to sea in hopes of writing the greatest adventure story and she joined the straw hats and decided to write out all of their adventures and stories. How would they value the work she did to ensure the straw hats story would live on? Would they ask her to also write about their blossoming “love story?”

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Monster Trio x Scribe!Reader Headcanon𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, gn!reader (with romantic s/o dynamics) ♡ Warnings: Fluff, supportive bfs, romantic tension, praise for your writing, mentions of legacy/storytelling, love story references, emotional softness, no use of Y/N ♡ Notes: Thank you for the lovely request!! I had so much fun writing this—soft, dream-chasing Strawhat energy is my JAM. This is romantic-coded, but still soft and cozy! These boys adore you and want the world to remember it ~~

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🍖Luffy

Luffy is beyond excited that someone is literally writing down his story

He lit up the first time you told him your dream

At first, he thought “scribe” just meant you liked books

When you explained your dream—telling the greatest adventure story ever so people stuck in small lives could feel free—something clicked

That’s what Gold Roger’s story did for him

He immediately declared that you were going to make people want to be pirates

He constantly interrupts your writing like “HEY! Did you write about the Sea King punch? What about when I kicked Crocodile’s butt?!”

He doesn’t always understand the full weight of what you’re doing, but he respects your dream because it’s yours

He takes it seriously because everyone supports his dream the same way

He’s very into the idea of his rise to Pirate King being written as a legendary tale

He wants people to read it and feel inspired, just like he did as a kid

He’s obsessed with your writing now—brings you snacks, peeks over your shoulder, and grins when he sees his name

He absolutely wants the love story included

Not because he’s super romantic—but because he thinks it’s cool and funny

“Make sure you write the part where I asked you out and you said yes really fast”

You did not say yes fast—he asked twice, but he swears he heard a yes the first time

He gets kind of serious when it comes to your place in his story

“You can put that part in too, right? That I love you? That we sail together?”

It’s not about the mushy stuff—it’s about you being part of the journey

“When I’m Pirate King, I want them to know you were there. You wrote it. That’s important.”

He says it so proudly—like he’s always known your name would be written in history beside his

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You're sprawled on the deck one evening, a gentle breeze stirring your pages. Luffy plops down beside you, upside down like a gremlin, head hanging over the edge of the bench.

“Whatcha writing?”

You smirk. “You.”

“Oooh!” He rolls over eagerly. “Read it to me!”

You hesitate for a second—because this part’s soft. It’s not about battles or meat or dreams. It’s… this:

“He laughs at the sky like it’s an old friend. He loves with the same wild heart he sails with—loud, boundless, impossible to hold. But if you’re lucky enough to be his, truly his, he makes you feel like you’ve already touched the sun.”

When you look up, Luffy’s staring at you wide-eyed. Then he beams—beams—like he’s never heard anything cooler in his life.

“That’s SO COOL!!! Write more! Write the part where I kissed you! And the part where I said I’d never leave you behind! That’s important too!”

He grabs your hand like it’s the anchor holding him to the ship.

“I want people to read that and want to fall in love on the sea.”

⚔️ Zoro

Zoro was confused at first—thought “scribe” was just a fancy word for someone who sat around reading books

Then he saw you scribbling after battle, muttering about footwork and blade arcs, and it clicked

He doesn't ask about your work directly but will silently glance over your shoulder now and then

Especially curious when he spots his name in the margins

One night, you were half-asleep at your desk, and he dropped off a sake cup with a quiet, “Don’t forget to write the part where I saved your ass”

The idea of a love story written about him makes him grumble

“Tch. What’s there to say? You like me. I like you. End of story.”

But later, you find your notes moved slightly and a new entry about Loguetown added—with perfect detail about how he looked at you when you were hurt

You didn’t write it—he did

Zoro doesn’t care about fame or legacy, but he cares because you care

You’ve caught him rereading entries about battles when he thinks you’re asleep

When he reads your writing about him—his resolve, his strength—he gets quiet

“That what you really see when you look at me?” he asked once

When you nodded, he didn’t say more, just trained harder that night

He pretends not to care about the romance stuff, but when you suggest keeping it private, he actually frowns

“Why wouldn’t you write it? It’s real, isn’t it?”

It’s not about the world knowing he’s in love—it’s about the world knowing you’re his

“Put it in the book. Make it clear.”

He won’t say ‘I love you’ out loud a hundred times—but he wants it written. Inked into history. Quiet. Permanent. True.

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

You find Zoro in the crow’s nest, dozing shirtless with a bottle beside him. Classic. You don’t mean to wake him—you’re just scribbling quietly in the corner—but he cracks an eye open anyway.

“You stalking me?” he grumbles.

You don’t reply. Just keep writing.

“…What are you saying about me this time?”

You smirk faintly. “Want me to read it?”

He shrugs, but the way he leans in says yes.

“He walks like the world owes him nothing. Like pain is just something to cut through. But he’s the one who stands between you and the storm, every time. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. He doesn’t say he loves you. He just stays.”

You glance up. His brows are drawn, mouth tight, jaw working like he’s chewing on glass.

“…Tch.” He looks away, then back at you. “You’re gonna make me sound like some damn tragic hero.”

You shrug. “You kind of are.”

He takes your hand wordlessly, callused fingers curling around your pen-stained ones. Doesn’t say anything else. But you catch him rereading the entry later when he thinks you’re asleep.

🍳Sanji

Sanji is your biggest supporter—like, aggressively supportive

Brings you snacks, checks your wrist when it cramps, makes you tea or coffee without even asking

Fawns over every line you write like you’re the author of his heart (which you kinda are)

“Mon amour, your words will immortalize us! Should I pose for the cover illustration? Shirtless, of course—unless you prefer mystery~”

He’s completely enchanted by your dream to tell stories—especially their story

It’s romantic, meaningful, and he thinks it’s the most beautiful thing in the world

Sometimes you catch him just… watching you while you write. Like the weight of it all hits him out of nowhere

“We’ll be gone someday,” he once said softly, cigarette glowing. “But your words won’t.”

He’s the most emotionally open about what your writing means

Will 100% beg you to read parts of it to him like a bedtime story

And when it comes to your love story? Oh he wants the whole thing

A novella-length subplot with kissing, longing glances, dramatic declarations—he’s all in

“Put in every moment,” he says one night, curled around you as you write

“Every glance, every word I said that made you blush, all of it.”

Not embarrassed at all—he wants the world to know how deeply he loved you

“I want people to read it and feel jealous,” he says with a crooked smile

“That they weren’t loved like I loved you.”

Flirty and ridiculous 80% of the time—“What are you saying about me now? Is it about my devastating charm? My noble soul?”

But that last 20%? Pure, sincere, overwhelming admiration

He knows you’re creating legacy—and he’s honored to be part of it

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Sanji catches you writing at the galley table, nibbling the end of your pen. You don’t even notice he’s there until he’s sliding a plate beside you.

“For the brilliant mind behind our legend,” he purrs.

You roll your eyes. “You wanna hear the part I wrote about you?”

He leans in immediately, chin propped on one hand. “More than I want air.”

You clear your throat, a little bashful now.

“He’s fire, but not just the kind that burns. He’s warmth, too. He’s the hand that feeds, the eyes that linger, the voice that sings when he thinks no one hears. He loves like he’s starved for it—like he wants to feed it back to you in spoonfuls until you’re full. And you’ll never convince him he deserves the same in return.”

Silence.

When you glance up, Sanji looks like he’s been slapped by Cupid and set on fire.

“…Mon dieu.”

His voice is thick. He presses a kiss to your wrist. Then your knuckles. Then your palm.

“You better publish that. I want the whole world to know exactly how ruined I am for you.”

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[stuckinmymind22]

where they like to lay their head

ft: sanji, zoro, and ace, no gendered pronouns but in sanji's reader has titties lol

sanji

loves to bury his face in your chest adores it actually, finds the valley of your breast to be soothing wouldn’t mind if he died there

zoro

not that he’d ever admit it but he has grown fond of laying his head in your lap and taking a nap while you play with his hair or draw patterns on his face

ace

loves touching you in general, his go to spot is to rest his head on your shoulder (bonus he can do it an public and you won’t complain) he’ll do it all the time too. he also loves to curl up on your lap like a cat while you play with his hair (its one of the few reasons he takes his hat off)