#zoro x sanij

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would you agree that we all need more Sanji getting nosebleeds over Zoro in this fandom?

YES *pelting down a hill waving the proposal for this in my hand like a madman* YESSSSSS

the first time sanji gets a nosebleed over zoro is his clue-in that oh. i’m not straight, am i. the swordsman’s doing a bench press (shirtless, as always) as sanji walks by (and sanji sneaks a look, as always, because who wouldn’t?) and when he glances over the plates he has to do a double take because what the fuck. zoro’s pressing more than twice his body weight. zoro’s repping more than twice his body weight. he’s just registered that maybe he’s stared for a bit too long when he feels something warm and wet on his upper lip, iron dripping over his mouth, and he books it for the galley.

he slams the door shut and presses his back against it before he slides to the ground and screams into his knees because what. the fuck. it’s not even that he’s getting hot and bothered over a guy; it’s just that the guy’s zoro. he’s not supposed to get nosebleeds over zoro.

but he does.

and it gets worse.

zoro walking around shirtless on deck? nosebleed. zoro re-tying the sails and just hanging on with his legs around the mast? nosebleed. zoro strutting out of the shower door, damp with steam and hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist? nosebleed. zoro tsking irritably and grabbing all of sanji’s food and packages from him to haul the whole lot over his shoulder? NOSEBLEED.

and not even that. he starts getting breathless around zoro and his chest hurts. he kicks zoro back while they’re sparring one day and the swordsman grins, feral and unrestrained and all challenge and teeth, and sanji’s heart spasms so hard that he actually wonders if he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. he’s barely twenty, he isn’t ready to die— much less because of some stupid marimo. chiselled abs and a nice set of biceps are only worth so much of sanji’s dignity. he twists and smashes the sole of his shoe right into zoro’s pretty face.

still, it gets so, so bad that he’s elected to just. avoid zoro completely. he’s sneaking around corners and running across open expanses ducked low like some kind of goofy thief and he knows it’s so fucking stupid but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know if zoro likes— no. he doesn’t even think about it. there’s no way, and if he gives himself false hope he’ll just break his own heart. he doesn’t know if zoro likes men, or anyone, much less him; nobody in their right mind would, not really. he's nice to have but not to keep and he's come to terms with it.

…until zoro corners him in the galley and demands to know what the fuck’s going on.

sanji stays facing away, slowly washing the dishes even as his heart pounds so hard it hurts. he is painfully aware of the way zoro’s seething like an over-boiled kettle in one of the chairs behind him, arms crossed over his stupidly broad chest and stock-still because he never, ever shakes his leg even though sanji knows he wants to.

his sponge squeaks across ceramic. the water’s warm against his fingertips, and his eyes flick up to meet his own reflection in the porthole window; he looks… well, he doesn’t know. scared, maybe. nervous. his mouth is thin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, a shudder running its fingers down his spine even as his heartbeat thumps between his ribs and god, fuck, it aches. and he knows. he looks himself in the eyes and he knows that somewhere along the line nosebleeds had turned into falling in love and he was the stupid idiot who had just let it happen because he was too weak to pry zoro out of his thoughts.

his gaze flicks down sharply when he hears the sudden scrape of the chair, and zoro spits, “look, i can’t fix whatever i did wrong if you don’t tell me what it is.”

sanji’s heart throbs. “what?”

he can hear zoro’s scowl. “what, what? i obviously did something. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

the cook almost laughs. he bites it down and swallows his words, salty-sweet at the back of his throat. guilt nips at him; zoro’s his rival and and his personal annoyance and a blockhead but he might also, maybe, just maybe, be sanji’s best friend. and sanji hasn’t been very fair to him lately.

he swallows again, clears his throat silently. “you didn’t do anything, marimo,” he murmurs to the plate in his hands, trying for airy and getting more somewhat vaguely strangled. he coughs. “just forget about it. sorry i’ve been weird.”

sanji will deal. he will, somehow; he’d been careless and careless is dangerous and for perhaps the first time in his life, he has too much to lose. he’ll squash his heart into a box and lock it down tight like he always has and it’ll hurt, but when does it ever not? he mentally declares the matter done and dusted as he shakes off the plate and gently sets it on the drying rack.

his lungs hitch as a callused hand cups his elbow.

zoro pulls him around. he’s too weak to resist. the edge of the sink digs into his hip as stormy grey eyes scan his face and zoro looks tense, his jaw set in the way it only is when he faces off with a particularly vexing foe.

“did i not look happy enough at dinner?" he asks, and it could be mockery but it isn't, not with that edge to his voice; not desperation, but damn near. like filter paper burning its way to ash. "was it my clothes on the floor? my boots on the bed? what?���

sanji can't stand it anymore. he looks away, tries to twist out of the invisible bonds zoro has him trapped in, but fingers looped around his wrist are all it takes to make him stay and fuck, fuck, he's so fucked.

"sanji, what did i do?” zoro breathes, brow furrowed, voice too near and too damn earnest, and sanji's throat bobs as he digs the heel of his palm into his eye.

this isn't how it's supposed to go. zoro isn't supposed to care. zoro isn't supposed to be standing here in the galley saying his name in that tone of voice. a hand carefully pulls his own away from his face, and zoro doesn't fucking let go, and sanji feels too much like he's been stripped down to the bone.

"i know," zoro continues, gruff like he doesn't know how to be anything else, "that i upset you. so would you please tell me what i did so i can fix it?" he bends lower still, ducking to try and catch sanji’s line of sight but sanji just can't look at him. "i'll fix it, i—"

"you can't fix this." the words are out and in the air before he can stop them, and a bittersweet smile curves his mouth. "there's nothing to fix, so you can't fix it. just let it go, alright?"

zoro wants to argue. sanji can tell. but the swordsman lets out a measured exhale after a long moment and pulls back, face carefully neutral. "at least tell me what's going on, cook."

sanji looks down at his feet. "...i can't."

"like hell you can't," zoro replies immediately, and it's such an abrupt reminder of their normal banter that it wrenches a rough noise from sanji's chest. "i was the one who held your hair back after you had, like, seven margaritas too many. don't think you could tell me anything worse than the experience of trying to stop you from falling into your own puke."

"oh, jesus fuck," sanji swears on instinct, then laughs. it's unfortunately hollow. "that was one time, asshole."

"one time too many," zoro hums, raising an eyebrow. "so you gonna tell me what's going on, or do i have to make it a captain's order?"

sanji grits his teeth.

"i will drag luffy in here, i don't care—"

"fucking—" he holds his breath, flipping around to white-knuckle the edge of the sink and letting it out slow. "fine. you ever loved someone, marimo?"

"sure." zoro shrugs easily, crossing his arms as he looks out the window. "kuina, but i think i learned to love her memory more than anything else. luffy, nami—" a near-unnoticeable flutter of thick lashes. "you."

sanji exhales through his nose as he rocks back on his heels. squeezes out air till it hurts. "you know that's not what i meant."

"what did you mean, then?"

he turns to look at where zoro has settled lazily against the counter, the moon turning his eyes to silver. "I mean the kind of love that makes your blood race. that makes you want more even when you know you'll never take more than you're allowed. the kind that makes your heart hurt so badly you feel empty without it."

the swordsman's face is unreadable as he tilts his head slowly. "i did say i love you."

it hits sanji like a bullet. he sucks in a sharp breath, and his throat burns as he turns away and tries to stop his shoulders from heaving up. "don't fuck with me, zoro. not about this."

it feels rather like a cruel cosmic joke. he's so near yet so far, just one step away with a gauzy curtain between but he can't touch it. he won't. he's got too many things on the line and yet he can't even name one of them.

"hey."

he squeezes his eyes shut against the burn of salt that shouldn't even be there, and look at that. little sanji's gone and broken his own heart again.

"hey," zoro tries again, more insistent, one hand hovering in the space between them and sanji feels the pull of it like a magnet.

he doesn't turn away as it cups his cheek. doesn't run as fingers slide through the short hairs at his nape, a thumb behind his jaw. his lashes are damp. it is everything he wants and everything he cannot have and he can't—

"look at me."

"i can't," he breathes, lungs rising fast and shallow. he's afraid to open his eyes. he's afraid of what he'll see.

"yes, you can." zoro shifts closer and another hand joins the first. it's big and rough and warm and he holds sanji's face like he's the moon herself. "look at me, curly."

he can't.

he does.

zoro's gaze is almost painful to meet straight-on with how intense it is. he seems to realise, face softening as he leans closer, closer, posture loose enough that it would be no problem for sanji to shove him away. "you love me," he breathes. "yes or no?"

sanji's heart stops. his tongue is clumsy in his mouth, his brain a mess of yesnoyesyesnoiwon'tican’tido—

"don't think." zoro's voice cuts through the haze as he shakes his head slowly; a sword through smoke, silver-bright, singing in the air and leaving silence. "don't think. you love me, yes or no."

the galley swims around sanji as his vision blurs. he feels his tears spill hot down his cheek, knows the way zoro aches to brush them away and yet stays still. he opens his mouth and it feels like stepping out of the only shelter he's ever known; he is an open fucking wound and he's raw and everything hurts, everything but zoro. zoro. zoro. "yes."

just one word, three simple letters, and still it feels like damnation; if he'd never said it he could deny it but now it's real. the swordsman relaxes, shoulders dropping enough that his forehead brushes sanji's, and sanji tracks the way his throat bobs. the way steel-grey eyes flicker over his face, molten in the light of the electric lamps and the moonlight spilling through the window, gilding zoro like something out of a dream. a fairytale sanji read as a child until the edges of the pages fitted familiar to his thumbs as his little hands reached for a happy ending that was never meant to be his.

he shakes, now, as zoro reaches up to run tentative fingers through straw-pale hair. "let me love you. yes or no."

"i—" the sound that twists from his mouth is cracked jagged down the middle, unpolished as a common pebble picked up off the damn street. "you don't—"

"yes or no."

"i'm not what you want," he gasps, his face wet.

"yes or no."

sanji wants to break apart. because zoro sounds like he's begging, and he cannot fathom anybody possibly wanting him that much. he wants to scream and cry and claw at the walls until his nails break. he wants to shatter into pieces all over the floor without having to worry about putting himself back together. he wants. he wants, and zoro's looking at him with the closest thing to reverence he's seen in his life, and even that isn't enough for him to believe it. "i'm not what you want."

he can barely look at zoro. he can barely look at himself. the shame is clawing a pit into his stomach, and he lets it, feels every inch of it, because what kind of person doesn't know how to be loved? his breath catches wetly as zoro cups his jaw in both hands, tilting his face up, and once again sanji is too weak to pull away.

"you are everything i want."

the words are so fierce, so sure, and sanji is cracking apart at the seams. the stitches pulled tight by his own hand are unravelling and he can't stop it—

"yes or no."

zoro's breath ghosts warm across his mouth, fingertips in his hair, just far away enough for sanji to see the way his eyes are blazing and yet he waits. his thumb on sanji's cheek is the gentlest thing sanji has ever known.

"you'll get tired of me," he tries weakly, one last time for good measure, and zoro just shakes his head. the resolve in his expression does not waver even once.

sanji breaks.

"yes." the word scrapes itself out of his throat seconds before arms are going around him, and he sobs. lets the swordsman bring them both to the kitchen floor as he curls up in zoro's lap, fingers clawing into his white shirt, numb with how hard he cries because nobody, nobody has ever stayed. not without him getting hurt in the process. he pushes them away when he gets scared and they let him and then it becomes his fault when it all blows up in his face, but zoro's not leaving, and it's so foreign to him that he's shaking so badly and he can't stop.

a warm, heavy palm smooths over his spine and he lets himself be shifted closer, settles sideways as zoro wraps an arm over his shins and rocks them until his breathing evens out. the embarrassment hits like a gut punch; he knows he looks like a mess, face blotchy and hair everywhere and eyes puffy as hell, but zoro cards his bangs out of his eyes and looks at him like he doesn't care, and sanji turns away.

he feels... fragile. like he's made of tinted glass and spun sugar, like he'll cave in at the slightest touch. there is something melting in his chest and it drips down over his ribs; pools fresh as a river in spring, offset by the grounding presence of zoro's hands on his skin. "don't say i didn't warn you," he mumbles, masking his very real fear behind a layer of watery bravado as he hides his face in zoro's shoulder, and of course, of course zoro sees right through him.

the swordsman's thumb traces the swirl of his eyebrow before zoro rests his chin on top of sanji's head. "i don’t listen. you know that."

you know me, is what goes unsaid, and sanji doesn't deign to reply. he buries his face into zoro's chest and breathes in the smell of steel and sword oil and— he sits up slightly, eyes narrowing. "you've been stealing my deodorant, yes or no." the way zoro stills momentarily is a dead giveaway, and he yelps when the swordsman flicks his forehead.

"would you rather i be stinky?" zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes gently as sanji settles back down with a huff.

"you still are stinky. if we're gonna be together i'm expecting you to shower at least once every two days—" zoro groans, and he powers through, raising his voice, "—and if you aren't fussy i'll let you shower with me."

the way zoro instantly stops complaining cracks a laugh out of him. it's weak and watered-down, but it's a start. zoro's hands slide back into his hair and he hums as he lets his eyes fall shut.

the moon's full tonight. their ship rocks gently, and sanji gets comfortable; zoro's warm and solid and happens to make a perfectly respectable pillow. the thought that he can have this now sends a thrill through him.

he's not a fool. he's not optimistic when it comes to this. when it comes to love.

but with zoro's thumb rubbing mindless circles against the side of his thigh and a kiss pressed to the top of his head, he's got a pretty good feeling about this time around.

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Zoro has never cared about soulmates, so when Koshiro tells him his soulmate is dead, he doesn't feel sad. He thinks it's great, actually—he doesn't have to worry about love or feelings or shit like that. He doesn't need love in his life.

That is, until he meets the cook.

OR

Judge's experimentation "kills" Sanji's humanity, and so his soulmate thinks he is dead.

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he’s sweet like candy in my veins

a/n: i live!! for those still around i’ve been getting by slowly and posting art when i can but for the most part, writer’s block is nasty-- i won’t make any promises for when i’ll be post again but for now i gift you this, thank you for your patience with me ┗( T﹏T )┛

(I watched that one filler ep about curry with a friend and that part where the kid talks about the All Blue was super sweet/that’s what inspired me to write this so here we are ><)

ZoSan | oc x canon (Lawrin) | he/they law word count: 0.5k

Morning rays shine pleasantly through the clouds and waters lap against the bay where four pirate ships dock, bobbing languidly with the waves. Each crew’s hustle and bustle within their own and amongst each other is amiable as they prepare to leave the Land of Samurai and the strife it caused behind.

Hard feelings are pushed to the wayside for now but everyone knew the alliance would be over once they were out on open sees again.

Sanji instructs his (marimo) mule where to put heavy crates of provisions needed for the fraught journeys to come, bickering idly with every other complaint Zoro throws his way at being bossed around. Not too far away he can hear Usopp spin his typical grand yarns to a handful of Heart pirates as he’s doing his share of lifting. The older members don’t look like they’re entirely buying his schtick but seem to be content enough to let the kid entertain himself.

Somewhere out of view but well within earshot Sanji picks up on Luffy and Kidd getting into another benign screaming match about Emperors and Pirate Kings.

He smiles.

It lingers as Sanji makes a motion at Zoro to signal he’s going for a smoke break, pecking the swordsman’s cheek as he makes his way up the stairs but doesn’t miss the way Zoro’s hand takes its time sliding off the small of his back. The squeeze in his ribcage doesn’t betray what should be a relaxed, collected if not passive expression.

One... that doesn’t fool the captain resting on the railing he chooses to lean against. At all.  Sanji’s fortunately spared from whatever teasing remarks he caught swirling in the older man’s eye in lieu of what he has to say, however,

“I heard you’re looking for the All Blue, Blackleg.”

That brief flutter from casual affection with his partner at once flickers again and spreads as far as his finger tips. Playing it cool, Sanji busies himself with lighting a cigarette instead of looking at the man head on.

“Yeah, you interested in it too?”

“Nah, but I know it’s out there - Shacchan wants to find it for his dream, right?” 

Kirin leans over to smile at his partner on the deck of their ship-- submarine, barking orders but looking up to give a non-committal wave at his partner’s query.

Sanji’s gaze follows their interactions curiously, immediately noting how the pirate closer to him effortlessly lightens up around Law, the way no matter how busy the latter is, always manages to find time to pay Kirin the attention needed to answer a question or simply look over in approval. 

It’s a warm, playful kind of magnetism they have about each other that’d surely get groans from their less than friendly peers. Sanji suspects they were the cause of Kidd’s gagging noises and exaggerated hand motions earlier from the captain’s discussion table. His eyes drift to movements of green on the lower decks - not just the Sunny’s grass dancing with morning winds, either.

“You’ve got more than one dream too I see, looks like you’re already living this one, though.”

Caught red-handed this time, Sanji can only huff when Kirin’s laugh echoes charming and bright. 

For a brief moment he thinks he can see a spotted cap on the deck below pausing to enjoy the sound, too.

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I love your work and how you write story's, I just want ask, Zoro and Sanji's confession? They could be separated or together I'm not picky! You can choose the story btw, Sanij feels like a malewife finna be honest

Confession

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Characters: g/n reader x Sanji, Zoro Cw: post battle for Zoro but nothing crazy Total word count: 460

Zoro

“That was sloppy!” Zoro scolded, storming over to you. 

“I got it done, didn’t I?” you snapped back. Zoro would be the only person to critique you after you had just taken down five men single-handedly. 

“And you’ll get yourself killed in the future if you do it like that again!” He sheathed his swords and offered his hand to you. 

“Oh yeah? And what do you care if I live or die?” You stood up without taking his hand, staring daggers at him. 

“I care.” 

You scoffed, turning around and heading back to the ship. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Hey!” Zoro’s hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him. “I care. A lot.”

You were so close to him, you could feel his ragged breath steamy against your skin. His fingers ghosted across your arms, sending shivers down your back. Your own breath caught in your throat, electricity humming through your veins. 

His eyes fixated on your lips. “I just don’t always know how to show it.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but you were frozen in the moment. Waiting for him to make a move.

His fingers moved up your arms and danced along your jawline, cupping your cheeks and anchoring you to him. Then his lips pressed firmly against yours, and your entire world flipped upside down as he kissed you with everything he had. 

Sanji

Sanji had confessed his love for you every day since you met him. It never felt real, especially considering he would go tell every other girl the exact same thing the moment you left his frame of view. 

But then Sanji stopped saying it to other girls. He only reserved his sweet talk for you, Nami, and Robin. And even then, he was always sweeter with you than with the others. 

“What’s going on with you?” you asked, walking into the kitchen. “Why did you make me this chocolate heart? Nami and Robin said they didn’t get one?”

“I told you, my love,” Sanji cooed, looking at the heart in your hands. “I’ve given you my heart!”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster in your chest. “I bet you say that to every girl you see.”

“I used to,” he admitted. “But I haven’t said it to another soul in the past 42 days.”

“Really?” you scoffed. “And why’s that?”

“Because 42 days ago is when I realized it.” Sanji took a step closer to you, and your breath caught in your throat as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s when I realized I loved you with all my heart. And you’re the only one for me, now.”

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Making a Mess Part 2

Sanji x Zoro

It may have started with a night of drinking, but the morning after starts with a migraine and ends with something much nicer.

If you haven’t already, please read part 1 before!

NSFW Below the Cut

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“He’s been like that since I got up this morning.” Nami whispered to Robin as they picked at the breakfast that had been prepared by the cook with less love than normal.

Sanji had woken up with a hangover, the kind of hangover that makes it feel like your stomach is full of magma and all you want to do is crawl under a rock and hibernate for a week and a half. Unfortunately Sanji didn’t have that luxury, at least he didn’t award himself with it. He quietly worked on breakfast for the crew, the only thing keeping him from throwing up was his undying refusal to waste food and the half a pack of cigarettes he’s smoked his way through since rolling out of bed.

“He’s barely said a sentence in an hour” Robin said between bites of fruit that had been cut into hearts and stars.

“I almost miss being fawned over,” Nami said with a giggle. She noticed Zoro climbing down the ladder and braced for the impending argument between him and the clearly off cook, but when he quietly sat down at the end of the table she shot Robin a look. Sanji walked over to the table from where he had been preparing food and silently put a plate of Omurice in front of Zoro before returning to preparing more food for whenever Luffy rolled out of bed. “What the hell is going on here?!” Nami finally gets sick of the tension that’s stifling the air.

“N-Nami-swan? What do you mean?” Sanji looked up from the fruit he was delicately chopping. His eyes were tired and a cigarette was loosely hanging from his lips.

“You’re acting so weird!” He smiled gently, shaking his head.

“I must just be hung over from last night, thank you for your concern. Let me prepare you two something special for caring so much for me!” And that’s when he made a mistake. He brought a hand up, loosening his tie so he could rub at his neck.

Robin was the first to spot his neck. She sipped at her tea, her expression unchanged. Nami walked over to Zoro who was quietly (for once) eating, she snatched the spoon from his tired grasp. “What do you want, woman?!” Nami held the spoon just out of his reach.

“What did you do to Sanji?!” Without even looking up Sanji heard Zoro snort before continuing the battle for his spoon.

“I didn’t do shit!” He finally managed to rip the spoon from Nami’s hand and resumed eating as he bickered with his mouth full.

The arguing faded into the background of Sanji’s mind as he tried to focus on cooking, something that normally helped him clear his mind but today it felt more like a chore than anything. He was in his own world, paying no attention to anyone around him even though Nami and Robin had been talking about him as though he wasn’t even there. But he might as well have been in another room since he was giving them no attention. It wasn’t until Robin cupped his face in two hands and felt how warm he felt that she became very concerned. Despite Sanji reassuring her that he was fine and was perfectly capable of finishing breakfast she walks him to Chopper’s office. This is how he ended up getting sent to bed having only finished half of the breakfast prep, falling asleep the moment his head touched his pillow despite his shirt and pants crumpling on the floor while his tie was still loosely tied around his neck.

“Only you could manage to get your dick sucked AND told to nap all day,” Zoro grumbled as he quietly padded across the shared boy’s room to where Sanij was going in and out of sleep. Slowly waking up when he heard the sound of a glass being set down on the small table next to his cot.

“W-wha are you doing?” Sanji asked, half annoyed, half confused as his head was still throbbing.

“Brought you water.” Sanji rubbed his eyes as he sat up enough to reach over for the glass.

“Since when do you bring anyone water?”

“Drew the short straw.” That was, in fact, a lie. But Sanji didn’t know that. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day you got a hangover.” Sanji half smiled as he gulped the water down, setting the glass back on the table and reaching for his pants that were just out of his grasp on the floor. He dug through the pocket of his pants until he found the crumpled carton of cigarettes in one and his lighter in the other. He opened the carton pulling out the last one, lighting it and inhaling as though it was going to be his last breath.

“It takes a lot, that’s for sure.” His voice was still scratchy from his midday nap. As he pushed himself up into an upright sitting position, his blanket slid down into his lap leaving his chest bare to the swordsman. Zoro tried to fight the proud smirk that forced its way across his lips as he saw the roadmap of bruises left from the night before. ”Can’t say feeling like this makes me want to drink again any time soon.” Sanji huffed out a lazy laugh, not noticing how Zoro was staring at him like a hungry lion stares at a hearty gazelle.

After a few moments of comfortable silence between them Zoro decided to take his leave, knowing that if he sat much longer he might be inclined to repeat the night prior, and he couldn’t say for sure whether the other man would remember the events let alone want to repeat them. As he turned towards the door he leaned down and grabbed Sanji’s discarded dress shirt and hurled it in his direction, “You’ll probably want to put this on, Chopper’s gonna’ come check on you next and I don’t think you want him to see all that,” Zoro’s hand gripped the handle to the door, pausing for a second before saying, “Shame you won’t be drinking anytime soon, was hoping for another round.” Zoro allowed himself to look over his shoulder just to see the realization smack Sanji before his face turned a bright shade of red, mouth agape as Zoro closed the door so he could be alone with his hazy memories.

Sanji should have known that was more than a drunken dream. The more he recalled, the more clearly he remembered everything. The way Zoro’s calloused hands had felt on his thighs as they slid around to grip the meat of his ass. He recalled thinking how good Zoro looked between his legs, the way his eyes watered every time Sanji’s cock hit the back of his throat but never pushing him away. The more he thought about the previous night the more his cock stirred. Part of him was begging him to call Zoro back, to lock the door, slam the larger man against the wood and do anything in his power to get Zoro to make those sounds again. But despite Sanji’s will being weaker than normal with each ebb of his migraine his resolve was still strong enough to force himself to lay back down and deal with the issue at hand his own way.

He scooted back down into bed, pulling the blanket over his body and fishing out his aching cock from his boxers. He knew it wasn’t going to feel as good as Zoro’s hand, he would never admit that, going as far as to silently vow to take the fact to his grave. He slid his hand along his shaft, closing his eyes as he tried to imagine his last sexual encounter with a woman. No matter what he thought about, his mind would always go back to Zoro, how every possible sexual act would feel with him in a woman’s place. Surely his pecs could work in place as tits, he wondered if Zoro would have the same reaction to having his nipples toyed with as his last partner did. If circling them with his tongue would have Zoro begging for more, how would Zoro sound if he begged. Would Zoro beg? He definitely seemed more submissive than Sanji would have expected. His orgasm caught him entirely by surprise, ripping a loud moan from his lips that he normally would stifle with ease.

Zoro couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest as he heard his name be moaned as he walked by the shared men’s quarters in the direction of the shower. As if his cock weren’t straining enough against his track pants, he couldn’t get to the empty shower fast enough after hearing that. After knowing that Sanji was thinking of him. That he was so caught up in his fantasies that he couldn’t catch Zoro’s name before it pushed past his lips as he came. The why didn’t matter much to the swordsman, what mattered was the fact that Sanji had gotten so aroused by the memories that had flooded back that he came in less than 5 minutes since Zoro had left his side. He was desperate and so was Zoro.

[aetherdoesthings]

I've seen your post on Sanji vs Zoro x Reader and Sanji vs Nami x Reader and loved both. now how about.. Sanji vs Robin for Reader's affections? >:)

😳 i'm about to do all of the straw hats at this point trying to compete for y/n's love 😭 but let's see how far this can go >:)

forethoughts: i had so much fun writing robin's one. lowk starting to feel bad for sanji because it's been 3-0 for him against nami, zoro, and now robin. but life goes on :).

notes: fem!reader, competitive robin = no mercy for the other competitor.

You were the new ���scribe’ for the Straw Hat Pirates, a role that Luffy deemed important because he wanted someone to document all of their adventures so when they passed your writings will live on for the next generation.

You knew how important your job was, since you were documenting the future King of the Pirates’ adventures. You were constantly under stress to perform well and record everything, not missing anything at all so you could paint an accurate picture.

You were very well at hiding your stress in your job, but only two people on the ship noticed your anxious self.

The archaeologist and the cook.

Robin, the ever observant soul, could tell by the way you ran around the ship trying to document everything, to the way you locked yourself in your shared room with Nami and Robin to write everything out, that the job was putting you under a lot of stress.

Sanji could tell something was putting you under a lot of stress by the way you constantly skipped meals and brushed away his desserts.

They weren’t just concerned because that’s what good friends do, but because they were both in love with you.

Robin admired your work ethic and how you always wanted to put your best work forward, while Sanji was in love with you because, needless to say, you were a girl.

Robin knew that Sanij had a crush on you (obviously because you were a girl), and began to see it as a competition to see who was worthy of your love and your time, by seeing who could help you destress more. Sanji knew that Robin had a crush on you just by the way she looked at you, and he was mad.

So from the first day you joined, the lovestruck archaeologist and cook made it a competition to see who could help you relax.

Robin had an upper hand, as you were a girl, and shared a room with her. Every time you had locked yourself in your room to write everything, she always quietly entered the room, holding a tray of coffee and tea. 

She’d always tell you to take a break, and that she wanted to discuss something with you, just so you could take your mind off of your task at hand. 

The two of you have a little setup inside your room with a table and two chairs, made for your conversations you would frequently have, depending how hard you worked that day. She’d always talk to you about how her day was, about what all the Straw Hats were currently doing, so you wouldn’t have to run around anymore to find out what everyone else was doing. With her devil fruit ability, she was able to monitor all the Straw Hat’s whereabouts and what they were doing, making sure that you never had to run around to find out for yourself. She’d also supply you with her own papers if you ran out, or ink if you ran out as well. She’d also talk about a new book she was reading, recommending a book for you to read as well.

Needless to say, Robin 100% made your job easier and less stressful for you. She’d always stay by your side throughout the day, as she saw quality time as a big love language. You loved her company as well. Robin always had a calming aura and sensation that drawn you to her, especially with your hectic life. You always loved to spend time with her, ranting about whatever it is you wanted to and Robin was there to listen. 

Nami would sometimes crash into your conversations you two would have, sharing her insight, before leaving to give you space. Of course Nami knew about Robin’s massive crush on you; it reeked so heavily whenever Robin treated you like she treated Chopper, whenever Robin lended you her sweater if you were cold or whenever Robin let you borrow any book from her library.

Sanji was very mad, enraged by the upper hand Robin had. And it didn’t help that most of the time you and Robin were always in your room, a place Sanji was banned from because of his perverted tendencies.

The only time Sanji could even see you was when you were with Robin, sitting down together in the galley yapping about a book Robin was reading as Sanji served the two of you dinner. Out of spite Sanji would serve something less appetizing compared to your gourmet dish to Robin, but you always would give your extras to Robin just because. 

It was safe to say Robin was winning the destress competition, as well as your love. You didn’t know that Robin was doing all of this to win you over, but you knew that you were more than friends with Robin compared to everyone else on the ship.

It sucked more for Sanji because the ever clever (ha it rhymes) Robin made sure that the only time you spent with someone else was with her, so that inevitably you were going to be the closest with her just purely because of time. Robin had her eyes on you, and she wasn’t going to let some perverted cook stop her from getting what she wants.

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The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (11)

Sanij x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 11: A Sister and a House (Previous) (Next) Summary: You're reunited with your sister. Sanji sees where you live. Warnings: Depictions of Illness, Poor living conditions

"Okay, so here's the plan, Robin, Chopper, (Y/N), and I are going to the hospital while the rest of you take the Sunny to the other side of the island," recounted Nami. Due to the nearby marine base, the Strawhats were forced to stop before reaching the island's main docks.

"And why the other side of the island?" asked Zoro through a yawn.

"Well if you weren't too busy sleeping your life away, you would have heard our beautiful (Y/N)'s plan," scolded the cook. He rolled his eyes and continued, "her home is on the other side of island, away from any Marine eyes, so we're going to hide out there while she does want she needs to do... moss head." Sanji whispered that last part.

"Thank you, Sanji," you quickly added, immediately standing in between the two. You didn't want anything to delay today's disembarkment. After months out in the sea, you were going to see your sister again and give her a new lease on life one way or another.

"Okay then, so we'll see you guys later. Please, don't do anything stupid while we're gone," pleaded Nami. She turned to you three, leaving the boys to fend themselves. Robin activated her devil fruit, and created a bridge of arms for you all to walk on. Grabbing your chest, you made your way across the arms.

The second you reached the mainland, you started to run to the hospital. Your three companions right behind you. If you weren't so excited, you would have walked but you have waited far too long for this. And thankfully, Robin, Nami and Chopper seemed to understand as they just laughed and ran alongside you.

In no time, you three reached the marine hospital. The Strawhats hid in a bush while you made your way inside and talked to the front desk. After making the full payment, they allowed you in, sending you up to the 5th floor of the building.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," announced a feeble voice. You rushed in, throwing your mask off. The little girl that took up less than half of the bed immediately shot up, squealing your name in joy. You ran to the bed and pulled her in a full body hug.

"You're back," she said while in your arms. Of course, I'm back. I'll always come back for you, you thought as you affectionally rubbed her head with yours. After holding each other for a bit, you let go and grabbed your mask.

Once it was secured on your face, you made your way to the window. "And guess what I found along the way?" you announced. You popped the window open and waved your hand out of it. Before your sister had a chance to ask what, a giant hand holding three people appeared in front of the window.

Robin, Nami, and Chopper crawled through the opening. You quickly scanned to see if anyone saw, shutting it once the coast was clear. You turned back to see your sister's jaw touching the bed. Got her!

"Ta-da!" you cheered, waving your arms around the three Strawhats. They smiled and waved at your sister who just sat in shock. Your three companions took the room in, taking note of the wood nightstand which was littered with various small bottles, the IV bag that was connected in your sister's arm, and the various posters and newspaper clippings that adorned the room's walls.

Thankfully, Robin took the initiative and walked towards the little girl. "Long time no see, little one," she gently said, taking a seat on the side of her bed. Your sister immediately hugged her and asked you if it was really the woman who saved you all those years ago.

"In the flesh," you smiled, "I ran into Robin and her crew at my last stop and they were nice enough to give me a ride back." Nami glanced at you, grateful for your condensed story of what had transpired.

"Really nice to meet you! Your sister has told us so much about you. I'm Nami," said the navigator. She sat at the edge of the bed. Your sister, still holding Robin, looked at Nami and waved.

"And I'm Chopper!" added the young doctor who stood near the IV bag, inspecting it.

Out of joy, your sister let go of Robin and squealed, "Oh my god! You're so much cuter in person!"

"No, I'm not, you dumb girl," complained Chopper who did a little dance. Your sister laughed at the reindeer's antics. You felt tears at the corner of your eyes. It's been awhile since you've seen your sister smile so brightly.

Your sister moved her head back and forth, almost in search of something. "Where's the rest of them?" she asked.

You laughed. "Wow, is three not enough?" You sat next to Nami as your sister pouted. "They're back home, but don't worry. You'll get to seem them... once you're cleared after your surgery." Her eyes grew in size. "Yep, after tomorrow, you'll be cured," you assured her.

Before anyone could celebrate, your sister began to aggressively cough. The Strawhats pulled back as you rushed to your sister's side. You grabbed a glass of water on her nightstand and lifted it against her lips. After pushing her to take small lips, your sister's coughing eventually settled down. You ushered her to lay down as she slowly caught her breath.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. Save your energy. After tomorrow, you can cheer, talk, play all you want. Just wait," you cooed. Your sister argued back as she wanted to still talk with Robin, Nami, and Chopper.

"And you will. Just sit back and let us tell you about our trip with your sister here," reasoned Robin who returned to her side. Nami and Chopper joined Robin on your sister's bed. That seemed to calm your sister as she settled in her bed, waiting for the the story to start. You looked at the sight before and felt extreme gratitude for everything in your life right now.

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"Are we there yet?" whined Luffy. After docking the boat, the rest of the Strawhats slowly made their through the forest where your house sat.

"Almost... I think I see it straight ahead actually," announced Franky. With that, Luffy ran forward, excited to see the home of a real life robot.

"Oi, Luffy!" scolded Sanji. The rest of the Strawhats just shook their head in either amusement or disappointment at their captain's antics.

However, Sanji couldn't completely judge his captain as he too was excited to see your home. He imagined to see a cottage that exuded love and warmth, a home that he always wished for growing up. With the way you care for your sister, he assumed that your home would also emulate that same level of attention. As they got closer to your home, Sanji felt his heart beat faster in his chest. Just a few more steps and we'll be at lovely (Y/N)'s ho--.

"Is that it?" asked Zoro. Sanji looked up and saw a sad sight. Instead, of a glorious home, a barren, husk of a house stood in the middle of the clearing. The house slightly sagged to its side, windows shattered with plants slowly making their way through them. Luffy poked out of from the back, confusion written all over his face.

"It has to be. It's exactly where she said it would be," informed Jimbei, uncertainty laced in his voice. That being all the confirmation he needed, Luffy kicked the front door open.

"ROBOT HOUSE!" he squealed as he ran in. Sanji ran right behind him, but froze when he stepped inside. Inside the house sat a small bed in one corner, a rusty stove in the other, and absolutely nothing else. It seemed like there used to be more furniture at one point but all that was left of it was marks on the floor.

"It's bare bones in here... just like me, yo-ho-ho-ho." Brook, Jimbei, Franky, and Zoro followed the two inside and also stilled by the sight before them.

Jimbei spoke up, "I didn't expect to see the girl's home look so--"

"-Sad," finished Zoro. Everyone stood in silence, unsure on what to say or think really. Sanji felt so confused. Is this really where you live with your sister?

Suddenly the sound of a machine whirring broke everyone out of their trance. Sanji turned around to see Franky's hand replaced with a drill. "Well, don't just stand there. Let's do something about this," announced Franky. He immediately began to shout orders for some to get wood, others to tear down the walls, and the rest to buy supplies from the town.

Sanji immediately got to work. He was ready to give you and your sister the home that you both deserved.

Word Count: 1481

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Author's Notes: Hey y'all, sorry that this is a late chapter! Took me a bit longer to write out this chapter, but we did it!

Honest question, was the sister reunion long? I feel like it was a little long but I feel like it goes back to me not being such a big fan of OC. Like I think it was necessary here to see the reader (you) interact with this sister that you've been on about for awhile. But like was it interesting to read? Let me know!

Also should I name the sister? I can not name her but if it's easier for y'all or even you just want a name for the sister character, let me know! We're about to reach another plot point here so before it happens, would love to know know if she needs a name or not!

[manyfandom]

{NSFW WARNING}

Sanij x reader

Sanji was tired and exhausted, so you were in charge of cooking for the straw hat pirates. You were in the kitchen humming a small tone, and sanji walked in. He was surprised to see you in the kitchen, and he immediately asked why you're cooking. You tell him that you're going to cook until he gets better. Sanjis nose bleeds and thanks you with excitement. You giggle and nod as you go back to cooking. Sanji would take a glass of water and swallow some medicine. He sighed and watched you cook. He saw it was very early, and he wrapped his arms around you, waist from behind, thanking you again. You sighed and told him he doesn't need to thank you so much. Sanji would pout and press his chest against your back as his hands go under your shirt. You drop the knife as you gasp, you felt sanjis cold, soft hands rubbing your breasts, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand as you breathe heavily, and sanji puts you on the counter and take soff your shirt. He kisses your chest as he rubs your thighs. You gasp and let out a small moan as he keeps teasing you. You told him to stop, but he didn't listen and kissed you on the lips. His tongue invaded your mouth and started to French kiss you. zoro walks in, and you both freeze in shock, zoro stares at you both and takes a bottle of sake Before zoro left, he told you both to lock the door so luffy doesn't walk in. Sanji runs out and yells at zoro. You sighed and put your shirt on as sanji and zoro were arguing outside. You went back to cooking and blushed heavily out of embarrassment.

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