#sanji x gn reader

[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 others, but with you? He shares. If you're eating, expect him to hover around, asking for bites, and if you're cooking? He's there for a taste test 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 extra food on your plate, watching you until you take a bite.

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 a confused expression. "Oi, don’t make that face!" He huffs, catching you looking at yourself in the mirror with a familiar look on your face 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 everything. He didn't seem to care despite your growing embarrassment. Watching as 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 only you, 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 (which, let’s be honest, is pretty often), 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 like he needs to be touching you to function. If you really need 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. He’ll flop onto them, sighing dreamily. "So soft…I’m never moving again," he groans, dozing off. Be careful, once he has you, getting free is impossible. Unless you mention food, of course, then he forgets about cuddling for a second.

-> The first time he picked you up, you were shocked, but let’s be real, this man is strong. He lifted huge 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. He does it to hear you squeal and giggle.

-> Having chubby cheeks is absolute chaos. Luffy loves them. He’ll squish them, poke them, and, his favorite, take exaggerated ‘bites’ out of them 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 in the first place.

-> He gets weirdly 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 loudly 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, completely flustered.

In a different scenario when someone flirts with you, complimenting your appearance? Yeah, he notices. 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 and brief 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 by curiosity. He runs his fingers over your stomach, your hips, your thighs, liking how soft and plush you feel under his touch. He’ll grin as he gives your sides a playful squeeze, saying things before 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 your laughter.

And when things start heating up? His hands always find their way to your thighs. He squeezes them, sometimes even buries his face between just to watch you squirm.

-> Zoro isn’t the type to shower you with compliments, instead, 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 creeping up his ears betrays him every time.

-> Like Luffy, he loves how soft you are. After years of training, his body 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. The contrast between and his hardened body grounds him, makes him feel at ease.

-> He can fall asleep anywhere, now with you, you’re the ultimate comfort. He'll silently drops 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 like a human-sized pillow. Try to wiggle, he tightens his hold with a quiet grunt. “Stay put.”

He secretly loves when you sit in his lap. Zoro acts like it’s no big deal, though the way his hands settle 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 actually enjoys feeling your weight on him, it’s grounding, you also keep him warm.

-> 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, he lets it slide, 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, even playfully, 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 composed. He still gets a little crazy over you, even though he treats most men with a colder demeanor. 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 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 shuts that down instantly. “How could you ever think something so perfect isn’t beautiful?” And then he proves it, covering you in kisses until your doubts melt away.

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. Always focused on you. 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-

ᝰ.ᐟ Author's Note: Please do not re-upload my work or feed it to ai, if you wish to translate my work and upload please get my permission first and credit me that's all I ask for, please remember to stay hydrated, take your vitamins and medicine, and remember you are loved.

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

ᝰ.ᐟ Request Open: ☑ Yes | No

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

[nicorobinmywife]

🌻 when you like Sunflowers 🌻 | OP boys x GN Reader.

Luffy

Luffy is always excited to discover new islands, and this time is not much different.

when Robin said that the island they are on is known for having beautiful fields of sunflowers he noticed your eyes shining, since they are your favorite flowers.

unfortunately you didn't have time to see them, as Nami gave you the task to go get supplies for the ship, and they couldn't stay there long.

As the ship sails away, you are upset that you didn't have the opportunity to see the sunflowers, until Luffy came to you.

he takes a sunflower out of his pocket, saying he went to get you one himself.

unfortunately the sunflower was all ruined, due to Luffy always messing around with Usopp and Chopper, he probably forgot it in his pocket.

babyboy gets sad thinking you got upset but actually you appreciated Luffy's attitude a lot, pulling him into a hug and filling his rubber cheeks with kisses.

Sanji

once Sanji discovers his darling's favorite type of flower, he doesn't think twice.

expect Sanji to give you sunflowers at the most random times, just to make you happy.

he asks Nami for help, maybe she'll help him plant some sunflowers for you.

Sanji is extra asf, like once you walked into your cabin and found several sunflowers scattered around the room.

when Sanji isn't wearing his signature suit, he's wearing sunflower-printed shirts just to please you.

he once prepared a romantic picnic in a field of sunflowers for you and him to enjoy each other's company.

Sanji likes to tuck small sunflowers behind your ear, saying that not even a beautiful flower like this compares to your beauty.

Kid

do you like sunflowers? okay, Kid will conquer an entire island of sunflowers just for you.

some people think it's stupid for someone to like sunflowers, and an unlucky bastard had the nerve to make fun of you for it, poor thing, Kid just squashed him like an ant.

Kid wouldn't admit it but he likes it when you walk into his office and put a little sunflower behind his ear, little acts like that make his day less stressful.

Kid once gave you a bouquet of sunflowers, they were made of metal, created with his devil fruit powers, he really worked hard on it and your smile upon receiving his gift made Kid feel it was all worth it.

[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.'

[luffyvace]

Vinsmoke Sanji x reader who fights his royal treatment~

@starrymiko suggested/requested these!! This a fun idea I’ve never seen before, because most people ik wouldn’t reject royal treatment from a hot guy—turns out I have a lot to learn (😂💗)

I really don’t how to explain this as a short title so here’s the post where they explain it better than me: Vinsmoke Sanji with reader who rejects his royal treatement

also going to link the posts they got inspired by/read to give them this idea:

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons & Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Sanji loves hard when he loves

And he certainly loves you!

He’s also a very expressive man!

whether he despises you or wants to marry you, he expresses how he feels!

usually verbally too

But he also has practically all love languages, and he tones them to your favorites

but one trait that definitely sticks is his need to take care for who he loves!

so when you reject it?! “But my ethereal and whimsically attractive darling?! What do you mean??”

you explain that you don’t want his coddling and that you can do things on your own, as you prefer your independence

even though that’s not the full story, technically

Pushing him away is pretty darn hard as we see in the anime with Nami and Robin. He’s been trying and failing for 2 years..So if your his s/o this simps’ definitely not just gonna be like “ok 👍” and simply walk away 🤷‍♀️

Alr I apologize for that dad joke.

he’s gonna try every love language in the book to try and get you to open up, you two are dating after all, so maybe your just shy? Awww so cute! His dearest is embarrassed~ Physical Touch is probably the first thing he’d try and the first thing you’d say no to. Mainly since he’s a simp and touching is too direct for you. You guys are a really ironic couple since you’re almost scared of love and he’s all about it.

He tried to initiate contact of all types and got rejected each and every time. Let me carry you for a romantic walk as I hold your bags! 💥💥 “I said got it! 💨 🎒😑” Well at least let me carry the bag to your room! It’s really heavy! “No! I can do it on my own!” But darling- “NO!”

tbh you can hit him as much as you want but he won’t hit you back. So whenever you argue or fight about these kinds of things you usually end up winning the argument

for acts of service literally everything is a no- I washed your laundry for you! “What! Don’t touch my clothes! I’ve got it!!” I got that thing you’ve been searching for! “I wanted to find it myself! Now it’s not as rewarding! I could do it on my own! Stop doing things for me!” Darling, let me help~ 😞 “no way!”

tbh the only thing you let him do is cook for you because he is the cook, and even so, if you want to fix a snack you prefer to do it by yourself. It makes his love for cooking grow even more and he looks forward to daily meals because he can finally take care of you! 🩷

receiving gifts is probably another thing you’d reject seeing as though you’d figure you can get it yourself. But words of affirmation and quality time? May or may not be so bad for you! I’ll let you decide :) if you allow him to display his love in these ways he’d be overjoyed and just assume this is your preferred way of display of affection, and that the other 3 aren’t your forte 💗💗

when he finds out he’s truly scaring you away simply by treating you right and respecting you, he figures somethin’s up.

he’s gonna get to the bottom of it too, whether you like it or not because you, need. it. He knows what it feels like to bottle up your past and smile at the future, despite the fact that the past is still hurting you inside, and it’s like a ticking time bomb before you implode.

He knows he doesn’t want that for you. (Especially after whole cake)

So he’ll gently pry as much as he can with out upsetting you too much. It’s also helpful if you visit your home land, because then he can learn what it was like for you growing up.

if he finds out a person did this to you? They’re cooked.

LOL- literally tho, he’s going Infrit Jambe and lighting’ ‘‘em up! 🔥

if they’re a women he’ll explain the situation to Robin and Nami who’ll certainly want to help you, and they’ll beat up that trifling tramp! 💥

(even if you don’t visit your homeland this still applies ⬇️)

after that Sanji would want to ease you into being used to respect especially and his care too

now if your just naturally independent he’ll try and let it go as best as he can, but he does want you to command respect, because if you let others disrespect you, that proves you have no respect for yourself.

and it’s essential to be able to at least stand up for yourself on the grand line.

but don’t worry! If you won’t do it, he will for you! 😏 No? Well then stand up for yourself dear! 😊

🔥🧑‍🍳

🍜🍳🥘🥞

🔥🔥🔥🔥 Let. Me. COOK.

[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.

[z3llous]

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕪 12

Masterlist

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Sanji disinfected and bandaged the cut on his neck long ago, or at least it felt long ago. It’s sting was nothing compared to the uncertainty.

Waiting and waiting. Incessant ticking of that damn cat clock. It’s eyes moving back and forth mockingly.

Tick, left.

Tock, right.

Tick, left.

Tock, right.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Left. Right. Left. Right.

It’s tail swaying back and forth, back and forth.

Ace’s foot tapping, Sabo’s pen clicking, clock ticking, echoing together in hellish symphony.

Tap, click, tick, tap, click, tock.

He sat there hunched over, head in hands.

Tap, click, tick, tap, click, tock.

Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Everything is fine. They will be fine. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Creek.

The door opened.

Sanji’s head shot up, Ace’s tapping ceased, Sabo put down the pen, and Marco walked out.

Their breathe held.

“Y/n will really need to take it easy for the next few weeks, keep their stitches clean, change their bandages daily, and get plenty of rest. I’d recommend having someone around to help them for at least a week and a half. I’ll write a doctors note to keep the school off their back about attendance, yoi.” Marco said grabbing a clipboard and pen.

All three boys released a sigh of relief.

“I’ll stay with them.” Sanji volunteered without hesitation.

“Fine by me. I don’t think I’d be the best for that anyway.” Ace said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Obviously.” Sabo teased. “I’m too busy to be of much help myself, so no arguments here.”

“Sanji, was it?” Marco asked turning to him.

“Yes.”

“This cream is to be applied to your cut daily, and this one is for Y/n’s stitches and scratches, also daily.” Marco said grabbing two containers from a shelf and handing them over to Sanji.

“Got it.” Sanji said seriously taking note of the color of each container to remember which one is which.

“Now that things have been settled, you three wait here a moment and I’ll go get them, yoi.” Marco smiled and walked back into the other room.

Sanji took that moment to call his old man and let him know he’d be busy taking care of a friend.

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Tags: @vission-kid​

@vemuabhi​

[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.

[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.

[trashland-llamas]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat

Sanji x reader + a soulmate au where he’s able to sense their heartbeat. There isn’t anything physically denoting it like a tattoo on his wrist. It’s just always been a rhythm he’s followed along to. So whenever it gets out of sync, Sanji is immediately tense. Because it’s not the usual ebbs and flows. It’s due to reader having a panic attack.

He didn’t know the cause when he used to work at the Baratie. The change in demeanor clear as day. He wouldn’t flirt with customers like he usually does. He’d burn a few entrees. These off days would concern Zeff as the man’s cooking skills would be all over the place. It was only after joining Luffy on his ship, that he’d put it together.

When it speeds up after he compliments them. Or when it slows down when they’re on the verge of sleep, nursing a cup of hot chocolate. Thus it’s pure instinct; Sanji lets his feet guide him. Searching the whole ship to find them. ‘Oh, mon amour/ma chérie.’ Trying to suppress the lump in his throat.

‘Is it okay if I touch you?’ Seeing their nod, he starts to narrate everything he’s doing. ‘Just gonna put you in my lap.’ Knowing that external pressure was comforting, whether it was a weighted blanket or his body. ‘It’s okay, you’re on the ship. No connards in sight. And you’re with your best pal, Sanji.’

Still feeling uneasy, he grabs their hand, placing it on his chest. Fingers interlocked, right over his heart. ‘Follow me, try and take a deep breath, sweetheart.’ It takes a few shaky attempts but they eventually get their breathing in sync.

‘Can I just rest here for a minute?’ Their panic attack taking a large amount of energy. ‘Of course, ma/mon ange.’ They both end up falling asleep. Sanji’s arms wrapped them tight in a bear hug with his head atop theirs.

[fanaticsnail]

Ease the tension

Masterlist here

Word Count: 4,500+

Synopsis: After an extremely long stint at sea, tensions were at an all time high aboard the Thousand Sunny. The one person that never seemed to let it impact the important work needing doing aboard was the ships cook, Sanji. Deciding he must be as pent up as the rest of the crew, you offer to help him ease it. What you didn't expect was how truly dominant being tense would make him.

Themes: Dom!Sanji x gn!reader, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, blowjobs, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, minor BDSM, top!Sanji, mean!Sanji (little bit, not much), coaching, praise, no prior relationship, mutual crush.

Notes: Massive shout out to @mermaniaa and @autumnnjoy for being a listening ear and beta reading this for me. Love you guys! Thank you for helping me out 🖤

“Just what the hells do you think you’re doing?” Sanji’s panicked voice called down at you as you knelt by his feet. The cool tiles of the kitchen met with your knees as you gazed up at Sanji with your eyes rounded and innocent. Your actions, however, were quite the opposite. Fiddling with his belt buckle, you effortlessly pulled the leather strap from its iron fastening while still peering up through rounded eyes and blinking nonchalantly at him.

It had been several long and grueling weeks of travel aboard the Thousand Sunny. Tensions had been beginning to arise in the comradery between the crewmates. Zoro was stuck in a bout of silence while only interacting with Sanji in an effort to bait him into a fight, Robin confined herself to her room to escape from the noise that was Usopp and Luffy bickering over who the captain truly was in one of the retellings of complete and utter lies, Nami was trying to balance her books before yelling up at Zoro regarding increasing the interest on his loans due to late repayments.

Chopper was more mopey than usual as he stated he was running out of medical supplies, while Franky was starting new projects left right and center to ease his ever whirring mind, and Brook was seemingly playing the same song over and over again. It was pure and utter nonsense, and the migraine forming in the back of your mind only eased up when the smile of the ship’s cook dawned on you like pure sunlight as he offered you tea.

Sanji has always managed to draw a smile out of you. There was never the moment of tension truly between you, and your friendship only seemed to grow more while you chronicled the journey of the Straw Hats. You pondered this more throughout the day spent etching in notes and cataloging memories from the last island you made port at.

However, each time you made a scratch in the notations, your mind always seemed to be drawn back to the ship’s cook.

The chef of the Thousand Sunny ran his kitchen like the commercial one back at Baratie. He got up at 5am to begin breakfast preparations. After breakfast was conducted in a varying schedule throughout the day, he moved onto several elements of preparing snacks for the next few days before the lunch meal was completed - all the while ensuring there were no dishes left behind to dirty the countertops in his work space. After lunch, there were further snacks. After snacks, there was dinner to prepare while dessert was being set in the refrigerator or baking in the oven.

Then he would do it all over again, each time the kitchen being more spotless and clean than the last.

As Sanji made his way back to the kitchen, you snapped your chronicler’s journal shut and hastily finished your tea. Your migraine had long-since left you with a newfound purpose forcing your momentum in every solid step.

Sanji was already doing the dishes, finally polishing the last pot with a dried tea towel before placing it on the overhead rack above his cooking space. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, rings left in a small dish beside the sink where they normally were when he would cook, and a him of a song he learned from the kitchens we're leaving his lips as he whittled down the wick of his cigarette to the edge of the filter.

You watched as he carefully began the routine of adding a moisturiser to his hands, ensuring the epitome of care to every nook and crevice of his greatest treasures. His hands were what formulated his art, and they needed protecting from any soaps and chemicals used in his duties. After the moisturiser came the rings. One by one, those circlets of beauty slid back on the pirate-chef’s lengthy digits down to the knuckles. The sight alone almost had you drop to your knees.

Which is where you found yourself presently.

“I’ll ask you again,” Sanji’s voice snapped you out of your momentary daze while your fingers set to work at his pant button, “What in the hells are you doing?”

All you could do was simply smile up at him while quickly flickering the onyx button outside of its fabric fastening. Before you had the opportunity to relieve him of his zipper, Sanji’s delicate hands gently grasped yours in a bid to stop them. You blinked rapidly while you wriggled your hands within his grip in a bid to continue completing what you set out to accomplish.

“Sanji,” you softened your voice and exhaled an exasperated sigh, “You’ve been taking such good care of us. You always seem to ease the tension with the crew by just being yourself.” You returned your eyes up to his and darted them between his shocked and partially disgruntled eyes. “I just… I wanted a way to ease your tension in return. If-... I mean… if you don't want me to-.”

“-I don't want you to,” Sanji hastily cut you off. Releasing your hands from his grip, he slowly reached down to take your chin in his thumb and freshly ringed index finger. Your breath hitched as shock and embarassment only had an opportunity to find you for a second before Sanji’s thumb tapped on your lower lip. Barely understanding what was occuring, the pad of Sanji’s thumb entered your mouth and pressed down firmly on your tongue as he did so.

“At least, not in my freshly mopped kitchen,” he uttered with a soft quirk of his lip. Your eyes continued gazing up at him while you instinctively began rolling his thumb on your tongue and gently bobbing your head at a very subtle increment.

Sanji’s eyes held an aura of command that you had only seen a handful of times: in battle with a foe about to be conquered, focussed on a dish that required extra handle and care, and bartering with a vendor to get the best price on the freshest produce. You had begun feeling like an enemy made from the best ingredients at the most fortunate price before Sanji removed his thumb from your mouth and gently rubbed your saliva over your lips and chin.

“And just what were you planning on doing to ‘ease my tension’, hm?” he quipped down at you, removing his hand from your face while the other fiddled with his belt. “Offer me a hasty relief with manic frivolity before I begin preparing the evening meal? Suck my cock in the kitchen, kneeling down before me at the sink and watch me unravel at your touch? No. I don't think so.”

The crack of his belt leaving the hoops lining his pants struck the air like lightning. He drew his other hand up to the belt and began fiddling with the leather and sockets. Butterflying it out to the sides, he nodded with his whiskered chin down at your kneeling body.

“Hands. Now,” Sanji ordered down at you. You gingerly rose your hands up in front of him with mild alarm ringing now in your eyes. He soothed you with a smile while strapping the loops around your wrists and tugs you closer to him. Leaning down towards you, Sanji tilts his head to the side and smiles warmly down at you.

“While I appreciate you taking the initiative to seduce me, darling,” he encouraged you with his smile still beaming down at you, “I don't want us doing anything like this in my kitchen. Contrary to popular belief, us chef’s from Baratie don’t particularly enjoy sexual acts in the space we work.” He leaned away from the sink, drawing you by your wrists to shuffle on your knees to follow behind him.

“It takes all the routine out of the kitchen, and throws everything off balance.” He aided you to your feet first, still beaming radiantly at you with a soft smile, he began leading you by the end of his belt towards the green sofa lining the circular port windows.

“Now,” he sighed out, turning back to face you and plonking himself down on the sofa while gazing up at you with a sweet smile, “Where were we, hm?” You rolled your eyes and slowly lowered yourself to kneel between his thighs. His knees straddled out beside each of your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable at between them.

“I was offering you a bit of stress relief because you’ve been taking care of us for far too long all by yourself,” you shrugged nonchalantly, moving your leather-cuffed hands to his parted fly and rubbing circles with your thumbs against his crotch. “You’re always so attentive to everyone's needs, working so hard to keep us happy and comfortable aboard in long stints at sea. I just wanted to give you something that I know you needed.”

“And how do you know what I need, hm?” Sanji leans down towards you, gently scrunching his nose and peering at you through the lengthy curtain of his bangs. He playfully. tapped your nose gently with his index finger. You initially frown before offering him a small pout to mask your hidden grin.

“Be so kind as to educate me, chef?”

A small spark bloomed behind Sanji’s eyes, blackening his globes as he leaned his back on the punctured sofa. Letting out a shaken sigh, he gently reached forward with his unoccupied hand and gently cupped your cheek while tugging on the belt.

“Alright then, chronicler,” Sanji mirrored your expression back at you, smirking while angling his chin upwards in a soft taunt. “Get my cock out for me and I’ll talk you through what to do with it.” He released your chin and leaned back against the sofa once more, gazing adoringly with his smile, but with that hidden fire in his eyes you can come to enjoy. You peer up at Sanji with a warm, tight-lipped smile and began to fiddle with his pants and reach gently inside his briefs.

Drawing your hands beneath the elastic waistband, your digits trail along the dark blonde patch of his neatly trimmed hair before finally reaching down and grasping his cock. He was already swelling with need as he twitched in your single-gripped hand. Slowly, you reveal his flushed tip and outwardly sigh at how beautiful he truly was. Sanji took care of his appearance, certainly, but his cock was smooth and simply almost sweet to behold.

“There you go, darling,” Sanji praised you, “That's good. Now, gently grip around my shaft and slowly pump it in your hand.”

“I have given a handjob before, Sanji,” you scoff while doing as instructed, gently fastening your hands around his cock. Gently rolling his velvety skin backwards and forwards along the ever-swelling shaft, you were surprised when he yanked the belt looped around your hands hard enough to hold you stationary.

“But you haven't given one to me, have you?” Sanji retorted with his smile turning more cheeky and mischievous, “And you were adamant about this being for me, right?” His smile grew yours on your face with a natural radiance, your own reflecting his mischief as he slowly released the belt to slack the binds.

“Yes, chef-,” you began, halting as he spoke over you.

“-It’s ‘Sanji’ here, darling. I don't want to be thinking about work when I've got you doin’ that to my cock,” he chuckled easily before his throat hitched with a small moan catching within, “Routine, you know?” You nodded as you moved your hands along his shaft, only ever gently caressing it in a soft tease in lieu of the hastened pace you were going to gift him in the kitchen, “That's it. Nice and slow. I… I like a bit of delayed gratification, you know? Like waiting for a souffle to rise in the oven or a brisket roasting over a low and slow coal in a barbecue.”

“I see why I don't call you ‘chef’ while doing this,” you chuckled as you moved your other hand to his inner thigh, “Comparing a handjob to brisket is very unsexy. ‘Souffle’, I don't mind. I could get behind 'Souffle'.” Sanji chuckled before a soft sigh flew from his lips while he hung his head back on the stippled backrest.

“H-hah. A little firmer and faster,” he gasped while his hips involuntarily twitched in a small bucking motion. You pressed firmly down on his thighs while you strengthened your hold slightly and focussed on drawing up your thumb to gently stimulate his frenulum with every up-tug. Sanji let out a breathy moan as he turned back to gaze at you.

“Th-That’s nice,” his soft praise was as melodic as those soft moans he was granting you, “Focus on my tip a little, darling. What you're doing with your thumb, I want it there. It’s sensitive, you know?” You bite your lip as mischief continues to grow in between the both of you. The thick air of lust was palpable as your own ignored need began to swirl in your abdomen and tingle in your pants.

Instead of using the hand pumping his cock, or the other bracing against his thigh, you leaned your mouth forward and lulled your tongue out and gently flickered the muscle over the small slit at the top of his mushroomed tip. Sanji’s whimper was unexpected, but he hastily recovered by reaching his hand to cradle the back of your neck.

“I don't particularly like teasing. Delayed gratification, yes. Teasing, no thank you,” his chastise was laced with playful admiration as he drew your lips closer to his tip, “If you're keen on sucking it, please suck it. Don't taunt me with just a little lick. Open up and let me feel that beautiful mouth wrapped around all of me.”

Sliding your lips over his cock, Sanji gently coaxed you lower with his fingers splayed over the back of your neck. Inch by inch, you focussed on swallowing around him while he eased you to take him entirely into your throat. You gulped a little, choking as the blunt tip brushed against your tonsils, but you took a few stabilising breaths through your nose and continued on deeper.

Once snugly fitting in the back of your throat, Sanji eased you back up to swirl your tongue over his tip. You followed the swiping motion of your thumb prior, swirling against his frenulum before bobbing greedily against his cock. At each pass of your lips circling his cock and swallowing around him, Sanji’s breath escaped him in small huffs and pants.

Contrary to his earlier notions, Sanji was as pent up as the rest of his crew. His work simply never ended, and his supplies were running scantily close to the end of its tether. He usually waited until his shift finished for the night, returned to the boys’ shared quarters, and viciously pumped his cock while his hand was clapped over his lips to halt his whimpers to relieve his tension.

It was just not working as much as it usually did. Not when you would always offer him a soft smile. Not when you would always offer him a gentle touch. Not when you would always offer, without fail, to aid him in the kitchen if it was simply too much to handle alone.

He could always rely on you, depend on you, and expect you as someone to lean on when travelling on the seas - likely why he was so keen on ensuring you had everything you needed. While you were not together romantically, you both had an unspoken familiarity with one another that had a small promise of more being possible to unfold.

The unspoken familiarity was further halted from speaking while your lips muffled themselves around his cock, humming and messily sucking around him as if his bliss was your life’s tether. Sanji let out a low groan as he felt his need reach its pinicle.

“Ffffffuuuuuck,” he whispered, gently massaging his fingers over your scalp and rocking his hips to meet your momentum. “That's it. Just there. Keep doing that. Y-You just keep doing that and you'll make me cum.” He tries desperately to keep his voice as even, commanding, and dominant as he began this small session together. As you hummed around him, vibrating your voice and flattening your tongue over your bottom lip, he simply couldn't help himself.

You gazed up at him and depicted simply need. A need to be filled, a need to be used, a need to satisfy, a need to ensure the Chef of the Thousand Sunny knew how truly valued and cherished he was by spilling his hot cum down your throat. He met your eyes with his own and picked up the pace of aiding you to gulp his lengthy down your throat and bucking up to match your bobbing.

“G-Gonna cum. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I-I’m g-gonna-!” He warned you, which only made you keep the pace and focus on your task. Molten rings of his viscous ecstasy coated your throat, forcing your parted lips to swallow around him to the best of your abilities. The thick gulping sound of you drinking him in only seemed to have him cum harder into your mouth, the tadte barely making contact with your palate as you greedily consumed him.

“Cumming,” he panted, holding your head down to the base of his cock, pressing your nose flush against his pubic hair, “Fuck. Fuck. Gnghhh-, shit. T-Take it. That's my good little thing. Swallow it all.” He gave a few shallow thrusts into your mouth while holding you close. Just as your eyes began to water from lack of oxygen, he pulled your head off his cock and gently held your chin in his cupped hand.

“Come up here, darling,” he gasped. His entire face was flushed with that soft glow of relief as he soothed over your skin. The hand behind your head moved to his belt and slowly removed the buckles from your bound hands. He eased you onto your wobbly legs, slowly moving you to sit on his lap. His cock slowly deflated at every moment, still limply lingering over his belt as you straddled his lap.

“How are you feeling, Sanji?” you asked him while bringing your hands over his chest and gently caressing the cotton button-up stretched over his torso. Sanji moved his hands to your hips, rubbing soothing circles against your body with his thumbs.

“Like my ‘tension has been eased’,” he parotted your words back at you with a charming smirk. You shook your head and clicked your tongue at him in a bid to scold him, only halting as he drew his head up to nuzzle his face into the nape of your neck. You move your hands over his shoulders and hold him close to you, gently reaching up and caressing his soft hair with your hands.

“I'm happy to be at your service like this whenever you need it,” you affirm to him with a small smile in return, “I mean it. Any time you need relief like this, I'm more than happy to be there for you.”

“Careful now, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead into your neck before pressing a gentle kiss against your throat, “I'd never want you to leave.” He slowly moved up and blinked dotingly at you through a flurry of his lengthy eyelashes, “Although, what I'd really prefer is just this. Just a little bit of human contact, you know? Human contact that isn't me and the moss-head sparring while we yell at each other. Just… Just me holding you like this is enough for me to feel relaxed.”

“Just like this?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side. He smiled up at you as he gently nodded his head at you.

“Just like this. Are you… are you okay with this?” Sanji asked softly against your skin. He pressed a deep and soft kiss against your skin, slowly moving gently up to caress his doting lips over your jaw and up to your cheek. His actions were soft, an apology laden in every motion for his prior rough treatment. “I went a little overboard. I… I don't usually have the luxury of being a little bit unrelenting. I'm usually a bit more gentle and doting when I… I mean, I don't usually have people doing this act for me in the beginning. Personally, I like giving a whole lot more.”

“If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have let you do it. I trust you, Sanji,” You hum as he continues to worship your cheek, neck and chin, slowly moving his kisses to above your lips. He hovered over your lips and tilted up his head, asking for permission non-verbally to kiss you. You tilt your own head in return and raise your eyebrow at him playfully to encourage his words.

“Can I kiss you, please?” Sanji asked sweetly, his hands softly beginning to caress your back softer before lingering over your ass. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief at his question.

“Of course you can,” you smile down at him. Leaning closer, you draw your lips over his before pressing them fully against the skilled chef. He immediately parted your lips and needily explored your mouth with his deep and desperate kiss. Your tongues collided in a messy and enthusiastic kiss, flickering together and tasting one another as you added a deep intensity.

“I want to pay you back,” Sanji muffled his speech against your lips, “I need to make you feel good too. Worship your skin, feel your flesh warming mine, show you how truly sorry I am for getting rough with you just now.” His hands move to gently place you on your back beside him. You laugh against his lips as he adjusts his pants back up, doing the top button and moving to cage you beneath his form.

Just as he began snaking his hand down to your waist, the kitchen door flew wide and your Captain’s smile was what greeted you therin.

“Sanji! Cook up everything you can, we're heading to a new island to resupply-... Oh, hi down there!” Luffy halted his question to approach you as Sanji froze in his position above you. Crouching beside you, Luffy reached out his hand and passed you a sheet of paper, “Nami said this is the map notes for your chronicling journal. Took me a minute to find you. Tried everywhere before I got hungry.”

The both of you exchanged a flickering alarmed look before you addressed your captain and his unwavering grin.

“Did Nami give us an estimate on when we're arriving?” you asked him as you attempted to hide your fluster. Sanji shook his head and disguised his own smile by turning his head into the back of the sofa.

“Said it was all in the notes,” Luffy shrugged before standing up to full stature. “Well, get to it, chef. I'm hungry! Make all of the food we have left in the kitchen. I need everything!”

Luffy rolled on his feet before turning back and exiting the kitchen as hastily as he arrived without mention of the position you and Sanji were situated. Your momentary silent fluster was immediately broken as the two of you began to laugh with every inch of your diaphragms.

The return of joy overwhelmed the both of you at that severed moment crafted by the hands of your captain. Sanji shook his head and pressed a soft kiss to your collar bone before sheepishly gazing up into your eyes. His brows sorrowfully triangulated upwards as a pout warmed his kiss-blown lips.

“I would prefer to return the favor right now, but if you wouldn't mind waiting-.”

“-You and I both know the captain will continue to periodically check on his ‘everything’ until it's done, Sanji,” you shook your head as you halted his words. Gently leaning up, you brushed his nose with your own before gently pressing a hasty kiss against his lips, “Get me back when we get to town? I mean, you don't have to. I didn't do it for you to owe me one, Sanji.”

Sanji shook his head and leaned off your lap, offering his hand to you to lift you up. Taking it, Sanji aided you to your feet and welcomed you into his arms in a warm, fully engulfing embrace. You both sighed out as you felt the tension fully release from your shoulders at the promise of a new port.

Lingering like this for a moment, you both finally pull apart and gaze into one another's eyes. Sanji’s eyes drew half-lidded, swarming with devotion and adoration for you, alongside the lingering promise of new beginnings solidified within this unspoken moment. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and holding you to him as if you would vanish at any moment. In the silence, Sanji and you shared breaths to calm yourselves before he finally broke the moment.

“I’m going to make you another tea, and bake something suitable to accompany it,” he nodded as he finally raised his hand to claim your chin in his hand. Slowly rising his thumb to caress your bottom lip, he chuckled and added another note of apology, “Perhaps a little bit of honey and lemon to help with your sore throat. Again, I really am sorry about that.”

“And I'll say it again: if I couldn’t handle it, I could’ve stopped you at any time,” you confirm with him, raising both of your hands up to hold the back of his hand, “I like you, Sanji. In all ways you come, I like you. A bit of meanness from time to time is fine by me, pretty boy.”

Sanji shook his head with a small smile before you both finally pulled away from one another. Sanji pulled out the kitchen barstool for you and gestured for you to sit before assembling the ingredients to brew your tea for you. You hopped up onto the stool and began looking over the notes and charts Nami comprised for you, opening your journal and adding the next stop into your course.

Everything was purely organic and fluid in the way you both worked alongside one another in silence. He assembled a meal, you took note on every ingredient missing and used to restock in town. He brought you your tea, you exchanged your kitchen notes with him. Everything seemed to flow into one, with joy reverberating in every notion where tension was found moments prior.

Sanji was already delegating an entire banquet of what he was going to do with you in his mind, stealing glances and undressing you with his eyes as a soft shudder in every breath drew through every exhale. Where there was once a kind gesture from one friend to another, Sanji was hoping for more to come of this small exchange of stress relief. The lingering promise of what was to come at the next port added an almost giddiness to every action, and you were both anticipating the next chapter of this friendship with hidden smiles and soft kisses at every opportunity.

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