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gingernut1314 · 5 months

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Confidence: Sanji

Sanji x F!Reader

Summary: Sanji is taken with you from the moment he lays eyes on you at the beach. And when you come up to him at the small tiki bar, flirty and all so confident, he can't help but become fully enamored with you. You hitch a ride with the Straw Hat crew and grow ever closer to their chef, but will you let go of all the things that keep you from giving in to his enamored feelings for you?

Warnings: tiniest bit of angst, some fluff, some alcohol use, mild talk of age difference (like mild, mild--also everyone in this fic is 18+), smut (p in v, oral (f!reader receiving))

Word Count: 4.0K

A/N: Here is the first part of the four-part, requested mini-series I couldn't just keep sort and sweet lol

(@fanaticsnail I couldn't help but add in his tongue piercing cause you've brought it to my attention and I can't not unsee it and I need it in my lifeee!!)

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It doesn’t take much to get Sanji falling head over heels for you.

A beautiful lady in a bikini all stretched out over a beach towel for all to see??

He’s dying to know you in an instant--to wine and dine you with a meal prepared just for your delicate and, obviously, refined taste buds.

He hasn’t even spoken a word to you and he is imagining his life with you by his side.

His crew mates are less than love-struck.

They grumbled and repairman him before Nami was grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, dragging him away from your beauty. A beauty which shone as bright as the sun you bathed in. Shone maybe even more so bright than the sun.

Your attention was pulled away from your book upon hearing a forlorned shout, looking up just in time to watch a flash of sandy hair and black fabric disappear into the seaside town. You gave a little shrugging humph before returning to your romance novel.

That night, you made your way into the tiki bar that boarded the beach you had reluctantly left once the sun had set, it a crowded mess of tourists visiting from the other side of the island and locals of this town.

You weren’t local, neither from the town or the island it was on, but had been here long enough to learn a few names and have a few learn yours.

You were a traveler. Someone whose broken heart drove you from your home in the South Blue to brave that of the Grand Line.

It was a feat you were proud of in itself, having made it with no harm to your person and with just a few less berries to your name. A few thousand barries you had paid a pirate crew to bring you here, only for them to leave you stranded on this island, whose people never left and never had any reason to sail the seas.

“Pirates.” Was the first thing the bartender you had gotten to know all too well said.

Pirates. It was very rare anyone came to this island, let alone pirates. So rare that the last time a pirate had stepped foot on this island, it had been to dump you here.

That had been a year ago.

He pointed out two standing at the other side of the bar, one green-haired and brooding while the other was blond and flirting up a storm with Mia, the second bartender, who smiled and nodded at whatever he was saying.

The rest of them sat by the back of the tiki bar, waiting for their friends. Two were a constant stream of words and bouncing energy, while the girl looked very much unamused at their shenanigans.

They were too--young. Too happy looking. Too un-pillagey. Very un-pirate like in your opinion and experience.

You took your chances with the two at the bar, thinking the green-haired one looked the most captain-y.

You grabbed your drink before walking over to the two, running a hand over the blond’s broad shoulders and leaning against the bar next to him in one fluid motion. You pulled your most playful and flirtatious smile on your lips, taking hold of the curly straw in your drink as he stopped his conversations with Mia to look upon you with sea-blue eyes, one of which hid behind a lock of his blond hair.

“Hello, handsome.” You all but purred up at him. He stared down at you in something like shock. Shock that quickly turned excited and, if you weren’t just seeing things, all but enamored.

Sanji was enamored by you. By your bright smile and voice and utter confidence as you stood next to him. A confidence he gravitated towards like you were the center of his universe.

“It’s you,” Sanji said, his breathy voice accented in a way you adored. “Such a beauty I had thought lost to me.” He continued, taking hold of your hand in his own.

“We’ve met?” You questioned, watching as he placed a soft, warm kiss on your knuckles that had your cheeks heating.

A kiss your skin burned through Sanji’s lips like the hottest of fires--a kiss he yeared to place on your lips. A kiss he wished to press along every inch of you skin you had to offer.

“Unfortunately not madam. I saw your stunning glow on the beach upon our arrival. I’m Sanji.” You thought back to the beach. To that shout and flash of sandy hair you had seen.

Him. It had been Sanji who you had caught a blurred glimpse at.

“Y/N. And how unfortunate indeed, right when I was in need of some help applying lotion to my back. I’m all burnt to a crisp now.” Sanji’s eyes widened as he scanned over your body, which still wore your bikini top and now a tie-on skirt. His cheeks flushed at your comment making a giggle spill from your lips.

“Forgive me. How could I have allowed such a thing happen to skin as fair as yours?” He was quick to say back in a flirty tone to match your own.

My oh my was he handsome and charming and--young. He was young. It was a fact that had you pulling your hand away from his despite the near heartbroken, puppy dog-like look he gave you.

“Allow me to make it up to you,” Sanji said, moving just the much closer in your hand's absence--needing to be closer to your glorious smile and confidence.

“Allow me to rid myself of this horrible situation.” Sanji’s green-haired crewmate gruffed, pushing off the bar with two beers clutched in one hand, a cocktail in the other, and what looked like a glass of milk tucked against his scarred, exposed chest and the crook of his elbow.

“I am actually looking for your captain.” You spoke quickly before the green-haired one could rush away. He narrowed his eyes down at you suspiciously. “I assume that must be you?” Sanji scoffed, gaining your attention once more. You watched him grab up the wine he had ordered, his half-obscured blue eyes returning back on you in seconds.

“That old mosshead? I think not.” The green-haired one huffed, thoroughly annoyed, before walking off towards where the rest of their crew sat. “Our captain would be one who ordered a chilled glass of milk.” He said with an amused chuckle as you watched the green-haired swordsmen hand out drinks. The milk went to the bouncy, straw hat-wearing boy who looked the youngest of the bunch.

That was their captain?

“Come, I’ll introduce you.” Sanji introduced you to his captain, who had been very excited to meet you. You sat, drank, and bartered with their navigator for passage off this little isolated of island for the rest of the night.

A good handful of berries had won her over and the next day you had been sailing off aboard their ship; The Going Merry.

And two months later you were still sailing with them, despite the various islands you had come across. None had felt right. None had been as full of adventure and fun as it was on the Merry with the Straw Hats.

It had been two months you spent helping Sanji in the kitchen. Two months of dishwashing, food prepping, and constant flirting back and forth with the crew’s chef.

Two months Sanji spent pining and pining after you. He had done everything to try and win your affections. Flirting, cooking meals, buying you gifts. But nothing. Nothing besides a thank you and a sad little look as you pulled away when he started trying to confess such feelings for you.

But Sanji was determined to win your heart. To win your playful smile, your kind soul, and your electric confidence. To have you be his.

So, on a night when your brightness had been overwhelming and the kitchen was all cleaned up and empty, he confessed his feelings for you. Confessed them quickly and all too rushed for his taste, but it was necessary when he knew you would be quick to shut him down--to laugh it off as more filtrations.

“Y/N, sunshine--I am deeply and utterly enamored by you.” You stared up at him. Stared up at him as your face grew more and more panicked. A panic he felt himself become as well. He grabbed hold of your hands, holding them gently as he pulled you closer. Holding onto them as if they were a lifeline. He leaned down so he could look into your eyes--eyes that had crept into his dreams. Eyes he wished to look into until he turned to dust and returned to the earth.

“You are who I wish to spend my days and nights with--and I mean it. You are stunning--and kind and confident. You give me the strength to find my own confidence.”

“I--Sanji…” His heart beat painfully in his chest as you hesitated. As that panicked look turned near saddened--hurt. It was an old hurt, he knew. A hurt you had told him little of. Just enough to know you had been hurt horribly, it sending you from your home to wonder about the dangers of the Grand Line.

“I can’t--you don’t mean that.” He pulled your hands to cradle them to his chest, where his heart beat like some drum.

“I do. Every word.” You swallowed against the dryness in your throat. Because you wanted to accept his words. You wanted to allow your feelings to rush free to meet Sanji’s own feelings, but you couldn’t. You shook your head, feeling your eyes burn. Sanji’s face stayed so--loving. So ready to give you everything he had to give.

“Tell me why? If you feel even an inkling of what I do for you, please, please tell me why?” Sanji pleaded--begged you.

“Because…Sanji, you deserve someone better than me. I-I’m broken. Too old and too hardened by past mistakes and loves. And you--” You gave a sad little sigh, looking into those blue eyes of his. “You’re bright and shining and so full of life and love. You have your whole life ahead of you--dreams to keep you going and I--”

“How could I ever possibly wish to achieve my dreams without you by my side every step of the way? How could I possibly even dream if I didn’t have you near?” You shook your head to disagree, but Sanji was quick to take your face in his warm hands. Hands you grabbed onto, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Too old, too hardened, too broken.” He said with a shake of his head, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. You reopened your blurry eyes to look up at him, to find a small, comforting smile on his lips. “Hardly. Not when you make me feel so alive. When I wake up excited to see your smile and hear your voice and bask in your utter confidence I could never get enough of. You make me feel alive--you make me feel everything you think I am without you.”

Hot tears escaped your eyes as you reached your hands to brush over the skin of his cheeks. To brush his face gently down closer to your own, which he did eagerly.

Noses brushed, then lips, until Sanji was closing the microscopic distances between you two. He kissed you soft and sweet. Kissed all the sweet, sweet words he had spoken into your lips.

You kissed him back just as sweet. Just as soft. A kiss you pressed all the devotion and love you held for him into. A kiss you deepened by allowing his tongue access to your mouth--a tongue that a bit of metal was pierced under. A piercing he had shown you after you had playfully teased him about being too much of a goody-to-shoes. He said it was his own little bit of rebellion.

Sanji’s hands moved over your back until they came to rest on your hips, grabbing you closer to him. You allowed your own hands to roam over his strong body, feeling the muscle hidden beneath his blue and white striped shirt--muscles you had seen on the special occasions he decided to train out on the deck. He grabbed your wrists just as your fingertips reached his belt.

He pulled away, looking so cutely flustered with his lips all swollen from your kiss, breath coming out in short puffs, and face almost as red as a tomato.

“Here?” He questioned.

“Unless you wish for an audience? Then in that case, let us pick a room--” You teased, turning to walk towards the exit.

“No.” Sanji grit, cutting you off before you could keep agonizing him. He gave your waist a small little tug back into himself. “Only I get to see you--devour you and your beauty.” That playful smirk of yours pulled to your lips in a way that had Sanji’s stomach twisting and heart nearly stopping at its beauty.

“Oh? Is that so?” You continued to tease, making Sanji’s flush deepen. You brushed your fingers over his cheek, feeling the warmth of the flush you had put there. “Then that must mean you’re only mine to see?” You traced the heart-shaped curve of his upper lips on feather-light fingertips. “To devour?” Sanji nodded--nodded in a rush that had you chuckling.

“Yes.” He said, his voice as low and as breezy as a whisper.

“Good.” You said just as whispery low and breezy before gently pulling Sanji back in. Back into that soft, devotion-filled kiss that sent warm strings of warmth flowing from your lips throughout your entire body.

Sanji’s grip grabbed for your waist again, holding you close once more as he turned and guided you backward until the backs of your hips hit the island you had just helped clean. Before you could protest against dirtying it once more, Sanji was hosting you up to sit on its gleaming surface.

“Sanji, you prepare food--” You started, but he silenced you with another warm kiss.

“You were the one who suggested the kitchen, sunshine.” He said, kissing down your jaw and throat. Your fingers brushed through the bits of blond hair on the nape of his neck. “And I will be having one last meal for the night, so it is only reasonable I prepare it here.”

You hummed as he kissed over your collarbone, hardly registering what he had truly said. Words that processed in your brain as he placed an open-mouthed kiss over the swell of your breast. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he licked a wet strip over your cleavage.

“Yes. Only reasonable.” Sanji paused, those beautiful blue eyes flicking up to meet your own.

“Really?” You nodded in a yes that had that charming smile, which had stolen your heart the moment you had first laid eyes on it, cross his features. A smile that made him look all that much more bright and handsome. You felt his hands move from your hips downward over your legs, which you had wrapped around his waist.

“You know,” You said, voice faltering the slightest bit when his hands found the bare skin of your legs, running right back up them. The feel of his warm palms and the cold metal of the ring he wore on his middle finger sent goosebumps rising over your body, their tingling only spreading and staying. “most men wouldn’t be so…eager to suggest such a thing.”

“Most men waste without a second thought.” He said, fingers finding the edge of your underwear. His eyes lit with the same excitement you saw in him when you would compliment his meals using specific cooking lingo you had learned from listening to him talk about it. “May I?” You nodded on a breathy yes that lodged in your throat the second he began pulling the thin fabric down and off your legs.

He placed them on the countertop with a care that you knew wasn’t needed but was grateful for seeing as those were your favorite pair. It only added to your ever-growing liking of the chef, now placing one of your ankles over his shoulder, blue eyes filling ever more in that excitement as he gazed upon your needy pussy.

“So beautiful, sunshine. So perfect.” You couldn’t help the little whimper that spilled from your lips at the words. Words that had your body zapping and singing in need right alongside your core.

You leaned back on your elbows as you helped along the process your pussy was begging to end. A process of trailing kisses up your inner leg and fingers that traced shapeless figures into your skin.

“Sanji--please.” You begged, lightly tugging at him with the foot lying behind his neck. Sanji's breath brushed over your throbbing core and made another whimper fall from your lips.

“Yes--yes, of course.” He grabbed your other leg and wrapped it over his shoulder where you hooked your legs together to pull him ever closer to your pussy, which begged right alongside you.

Sanji placed another kiss to your inner thigh--then to the bit of skin that connected your core to your hip before running that pierced tongue through your all but dripping folds. He moaned against your taste and you felt your body burn from it. From just the mere knowledge that he was enjoying tasting you.

He did more than taste you. He sucked and licked and devoured you like he was eating his favorite meal.

He ate you in a way that had your heart beating fast against your chest and your body squirming in his sold grip around your hips. Ate you in a mind-numbing, pleasure-rolling way that had you moaning his name so loud you had to slap a hand over your lips to keep from alerting the rest of the crew.

That pleasure built and built in you until it was pouring out of you in a viciously electric wave.

Your head fell back against the countertop as you finished, chest heaving up and down rapidly.

But Sanji didn’t stop. He dipped that pierced tongue deep within you, collecting all you had given him into his mouth before attacking your clit once more.

“S-Sanji--oh my gods--” You whimpered out as you grabbed hold of his writs, which hardly faltered under your weak attempt to pull him away. It was too good--too much for you in your recent, post-come state. “Holy--I’m gonna come again--” You whined out, feeling that electric pleasure begin to build again. An electricity that zipped and zapped around your body before releasing it in a shaking flood.

You didn’t hold your moan back as you came yet again on his tongue.

Sanji pulled away then, looking as if he had come himself--his eyes lust-glazed and lips puffy from use.

“F-fuck Sanji.” You breathed, reaching for that soft face of his. He let your legs fall from his shoulder as he leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry, sunshine…” He said sheepishly, his nose brushing against your own. “You just tasted too good to let go.” You gave a low curse before claiming his mouth against yours once more. A mouth you could taste yourself on--a fact that had your body buzzing again.

Your hands roamed over his strong neck, over his broad shoulders, and down his chest and muscle-ripped abdomen before finding their home at his belt. Your fingers made quick work of undoing his belt, which you placed just as gently on the countertop as he had done for your underwear, before going for his button.

“Are--are you sure, sunshine?” He asked, pulling away enough to look into your eyes.

“Yes. I want to repay you.” Sanji shook his head the slightest bit.

“You don’t need to repay me for anything.” You kissed his chin as you unbuttoned and zipped down his pants, loosening them around the erection that had been trapped beneath them.

“But I want to.” You kissed his chin again as you slowly pulled his pants down. “Unless you wish to stop?” Sanji’s grip around your hips tightened the slightest bit.

“No. Not unless you wish it.” You smiled, running your finger over the edge of his underwear.

“No. I want to have you in every sense of the phrase.” A small little noise sounded in his throat that had your smile widening. Had you slowly pulling his underwear down and allowing his cock to spring free, its warm skin hitting your hand. You bit your lips as you looked over the wonderful sight, it twitching under your gaze.

“So beautiful, sweetheart. So perfect.” You said, mimicking his earlier words and meaning every one of them. He kissed your temple.

Wrapping your fingers around the smooth bit of flesh, you gave him one, gentle pump that had Sanji all but gasping for air. He fell forward, face burying itself into the crook of your neck and hands clutching at your dress for dear life.

So sensitive You thought as you kissed the shell of his ear. If he was this sensitive against your hand, you were eager to see his reaction to being inside you. You pumped him again as you scooted yourself closer to his awaiting cock.

“Ready, sweetheart?” You murmured into his ear, your other hand coming to run through his hair in comfort. He nodded, kissing your neck.

You hummed as you ran the tip of his cock through your folds, lining him up perfectly against your entrance, allowing him to easily sink into you. Your hum turned into a moan as your pussy stretched and flexed deliciously around his cock, allowing him to sit within you comfortably.

“Darling--sunshine--gods you feel so, so good.” He huffed against your throat, making you wrap your legs fully around his waist to pull him deeper within you--so that his hips pressed against yours in a way that had him gasping for air all over again.

“So good, sweetheart.” You praised back, letting him adjust to your warmth. You nudged his face with your own, kissing at his cheeks so that you could claim his lips against yours again. Lips that, once molded against yours, spurred him to move within you. Move in small thrusts that kept him close to you. Kept every little bit of skin that was exposed to the world covered and touching.

Breath became heavy against each other's lips. Lips that parted and allowed your tongues to dance with each other in a wet dance of passion.

You tugged lightly at his hand to unravel itself from his white knuckle grip on your dress so that you could direct him to your clit.

Sparks shot through your body as he began to rub circles into it. Circles that copied his shallow thrusts making your mind spin with it.

Sanji moaned a warning into your mouth about his quickly approaching end. You nodded, wanting him to come whenever he needed to--wanting him to feel no pressure when it came to such a thing because he had already given you more than most ever would. But he held out. Held out until you were moaning your own warning, the walls of your pussy fluttering around his cock until that build became unbearable to stop.

As soon as you came, Sanji buried himself deep and spilled strings of come into you.

Your body slumped against Sanji’s body, which slumped right back against you. Your panting breaths melded together and filled the once more quiet kitchen.

“Sun-sunshine?” You hummed in acknowledgment, running your fingers up and down the back of his neck. “I think--I think I might love you.” Your heart fluttered like some caged bird in your chest at his confession.

His second confession of the night.

“I…” You started as your mind thought of the reason you had even come to the Grand Line in the first place. A reason that had whispered sweet nothings in your ear before tearing you down on the next breath.

This--Sanji--was not them. Sanji was different. It was something you had come to know early on. Sanji was someone you could laugh with and be around without feeling less than yourself. Without having to prove yourself worthy of his attention. Of his love.

“I love you too.” You confessed back.

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ay0nha · 7 months

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Sharing a smoke with Sanji.

Maybe just a quiet night in deck or stepping outside during a celebration.

It could be fluff or more. Like shot gunning the smoke or close to getting caught when things get more heated.

I don't know, Sanji smoking scenes/gifs have my mind spinning!!

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 600~

WARNINGS: alluding to smut (18+), smoking, flirting, post-coital cigarette sharing, vague setting/plot because I was too hyped on them locking lips lmao, etc.

A/N: I ADORE smoking (fiction smoking, lemme be clear, I don't condone smoking). It's just So Hot. Also, I'm convinced that Sanji would roll his own cigarettes. This was a little different from the request, but I hope you enjoy what I've come up with! Enjoy.

ALSO PSA I plan to start a Sanji series that will have a much higher word count, so as I make my way through requests they'll be on the shorter side so I don't overwhelm myself!

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED.

“So this is what you do.”

“Depends on who’s asking.” The freshly rolled cigarette sat on his lips. “Are you a friend or foe?”

“Depends.” You teased his words. His lips curled into a smile, moving as they had when you moaned his name. “Are you going to share?”

You curled your toes, trying to hold back. Sanji was only a few steps away, arm dangling out your window with a smirk. He wanted you to cave, wanted you to beg him to feel him deep again. You were steadfast, staying within the warmth of the sheets, giving him nothing but an open invitation.

“And what do I get?” He hummed.

Sanji played along well to a game he didn’t know the rules to. He formed a habit of lingering. With each visit, he found it harder to leave and lie. It was a reckless decision the first time inviting him to stay. Yet, the things you faced required something beyond your control

“Anything.”

He repeated your promise, smirking. It was becoming a look permanently etched on his face. If you hadn’t known any better, he looked smitten. The cigarette hadn’t even been lit yet, but your lungs were already tight as Sanji crept toward you.

“I’m sure you can be creative.” You provoked him further. The bed dipped beside you, but you were far too focused on how Sanji traced the cigarette over his lips in ritual before lighting it. “All you have to do is share.”

“I’m finding it hard to say no to you.” Sanji had a knack for choosing moments after intimacy to share his thoughts. They were always veiled by flirting, but it became simple to feel what he wanted.

Now that he was closer, you could see the pink tinge on his cheeks. He was gentle-looking, with a few freckles littering his face, which could make just about anyone swoon. You were past the point of return, warmth in your stomach turning into dampness even lower.

“You think so?” You pulled him closer, toying with the lengthening hair at the nape of his neck. You loved how the smoke curled around you, encasing you both.

“Mhmm.” He took a drag just to push it through his nose. “Looking at me like that…” Sanji's eyes took their time taking you, free thumb tracing your bottom lip. “...Any man’s weakness.”

“Don’t be a tease,” You whispered. “There won’t be any left.”

“There’s plenty.” Sanji tipped your chin up gently as you followed his guidance eagerly. “But first, I want you to hold it for me..." If he could have anything, this would be it. Kissing you, breathing you in, and swallowing you whole. “...think you can do that?”

You nodded against his hand, barely in contact, as his free hand drew in a deep drag.

Sanji smiled down, leaning in, gently guiding your mouth open with his as he exhaled smoke past your waiting lips. You consumed Sanji’s senses for a moment. All he could feel was one of your hands coming to lay on his chest, your scent amongst the smoke, and the faint taste of something sweet on your lips. You breathed in, doing your best to take everything he offered into your lungs, as rich and intoxicating as the warmth it was attached to.

Sanji’s lips brushed yours for a moment longer. “Just like that…”

“Hold on, I don't think I have it yet.” Your voice matched his softness, your hand holding his jaw steady, keeping him from getting too far, “Show me again.”

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aveegrex · 2 years

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hi!! i love your writing and i was wondering if you could write about sugar daddy sanjj breeding fem reader? i absolutely love what you wrote for dilf ssnji i keep re-reading it 😩

Well hello there, my fellow older Sanji connoisseur

I tried to match the tone of the dilf!sanji piece here, but turned out with way more dirty talk than intended. Hope you like this one, feel free to comment or send an anonymous ask with your thoughts!

Also I had @giadin-a 's older Sanji in mind when writing it, hope they don't mind that and make sure to give them love!

SUGAR DADDY SANJI (and breeding kink)

genre: smut pairing: sugardaddy dilf sanji x f!reader word count: 0,9k cw: sugar relationship, slight overstip, orgasm control, fingering, lewd kissing (mention), breeding kink and breeding, daddy kink, 'princess' as a pet name, everything that happens is consensual

Who on earth would ever say no to a platinum fox of a criminal that looked like an A-list movie star, smelled like best sex ever and shot a jolt of arousal into your core with each smile?

Not you.

Who on earth would ever say no to the smoothest suave frenchman who cooked you a three course meal, devoured your mouth to the brink of climax and almost made you faint as he clasped a black pearl choker around your neck, his fingertips tracing a suggestive pattern on your soft skin?

Not. you.

Who on earth would ever say no to the hottest experienced bastard that pressed his lips to your shoulder the second a whine escaped your lips, who made you see stars with his fingers and folded you in half, ripping off the dress he bought you exactly three days ago at the store where price tags resemble telephone numbers?

Oh, definitely not you.

You, in all honesty, could barely even talk.

Not that you needed to. Not with how precise he was at hitting that special spot inside you, Not with how animalistic he was when digging his teeth into your ankle on his shoulder. Not with how he lost all restraint at the sight of little fucked out you, his fingers deep inside your mouth, hips snapping harder and harder, bullying his cock deeper inside your tight spoiled cunt.

“Like how daddy fucks you, yeah? - his growling adding to shivers running through your body. - Like his dick s’much you can’t even see straight?”

“Oh, you sure do fucking like it, princess. - and he dares to pout mockingly, slowing down his movements to pull you into the lotus position. - What a pity, huh?”

He’s already fucked enough thoughts out of your pretty head for you to not suspect anything, only moaning at all the new sensations the position was delivering. He chuckles, flexing his thick thighs to bounce you up and down, his wet fingers sinking into your waist.

“But princess, - his exasperated breaths tickling your nipples. - How can I be a daddy with no baby down there?” - at that his hand lands across your lower stomach, pushing on it to accentuate how deep he’s nestled inside you. “Need to fuck one in, ain’t I? Need to breed this leaky cunny to make ya swell and plump, u-huh?”

Fucking amusing how a man of such flirtatious eloquence is now slurring on some simplest words, losing his all to the thought of having a young little darling begging for his seed. “Breed, breed, BREED” coursing through his brain, his blood boils in anticipation.

You try to move faster on him, the slowed rhythm and his filthy questioning riling you further up. “Da-a-ddyyy. - you whine, tears glistening down your cheeks. - Please, mooove”

“Uh-huh-huh, princess, don’t be bad. - he scolds, fingers toying with your swollen clit. - Need you to ask for daddy’s cum first, okay?”. Seeing you shake under his touch, he moans, slamming you down his cock. “C’mon, don’t you want daddy to fill you up?”

You squirm, his words and actions all too much for your poor hazy brain, his dick reaching too deep inside to think straight. “P-please, - sniffling, you try to rock back and forth on him, your weak hands clutching on the broad shoulders. - Ne-need your cum, d-daddyyy”.

“o-OH ffuck! - his pupils dilated, he grabs your jaw and bounces you up and down, his teeth grazing your bitten lips. - No worries, no, no fuckin’ worries, princess, daddy gon’ breed you good, a’ight?”

He’s mumbling too, long hair sticking to his face and neck, brows scrunched in purest ecstasy as your pathetic little pleas for his seed ring through his ears. “Just like that, just like that, yes, hold it in. - his lips finding purchase on your neck, strong hands on your waist slamming you down that beloved thick cock. - Need to fill you up first, mkay? Don’t cum just yet, princess, need to have it in you”

He’s driving his cock inside harder and harder, his feet planted to the floor, squelching and slapping sounds filling the room with indecency. The pearls on your neck sticky with sweat now, you moan and whine as he bottoms out one final time, painting your walls with white hot seed.

“Take all, take all, princess, yeah. - he chokes on his breath and keeps bouncing you up and down overstimulating himself. - Cum for daddy now, cum, baby, yeah?”

You cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling your pussy clench on him and a fucking tsunami of bliss runs over you, electricity jolting through your core. He’s gasping again, driving you through your climax and stilling you with him inside, making sure not a drop goes to waste.

“Good girl, that’s it. - he’s muses, whisper and tobacco breath tickling your ear. - Sshhh, that’s okay, so good”. Your shy smile is reciprocated with a content one, and he plants a loving kiss to your forehead, letting you two fall down to the couch.

“Next time, I’ll get you a different kind of pearl necklace”

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, daddy Sanji can do whatever he wants to me and I know I'm not the only one

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turtletaubwrites · 2 months

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Same Time

Thank you, anon for this delicious request! I hope you enjoy it! 🔥

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader x Zoro

Word Count: 1123

Ao3 Link

Summary: Your boyfriends are always arguing, but sometimes you're the one that wins the fight. Tonight the battle is for who gets to go first.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Arguing, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Threesome - F/M/M, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (be safe out there), Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Come Eating, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Spanking (barely), Polyamory, Established Relationship, Pet Names, Shameless Smut

A/N: This request was so 🥵🥵 I hope I did it justice!

Your boyfriends were always competing.

Who could take down the most enemies? Who could hunt down the biggest beast for dinner?

Who could make you come the most times in one night?

Their bickering could be cute or frustrating depending on the day, but you quickly learned that there was no way to stop them. Luckily, certain battles ended with you as the winner.

I should have brought a book with me.

“I’m first tonight, cook. You went first last time.”

“You’re too rough when you start, moss head. Our princess deserves more attention before you hammer away at her.”

You sat up a little straighter at the kitchen counter as their argument leaned closer to what you’d been looking forward to all day.

“Nah, she loves it when I ruin that pussy, don’t you,” Zoro teased, pulling you off of your stool to press you up against the counter. “Bet you want me to take you right now, huh?”

“Let me make her come on my tongue first,” Sanji demanded, tugging at your wrist, stopping as Zoro refused to let you move. “Since you’re too lazy to care for her.”

Their feud continued on for long enough that Zoro’s arms loosened their grip, so you pulled away to walk toward the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

“Where ya going?”

Rounding on them, you couldn’t help the hint of sharpness in your voice at all the time wasted.

“I’m tired. You’ve spent so much time arguing about who gets to do what first that I’m not into it anymore.”

The guilt on both of their faces was almost cute, although Zoro looked like he was itching to stay mad.

“So, I’m gonna go get myself off and pass out, unless you two can agree on something in the next thirty seconds.”

Your cook and your swordsman had another rapid fire argument while you tapped your wrist until they practically yelled their decision.

“Same time!”

“What?”

“Come here,” Zoro growled, as they both moved toward you, the dark looks in their eyes making you shiver.

Finally.

There was nothing like having these two men touching your skin at once. All that annoyance was forgotten as strong hands and warm lips took control.

Sanji made you moan when his fingers twisted into your hair, cradling your head as his lips found yours. Zoro’s rough hands trailed down your back, gripping into your hips before pulling your pants off, leaving you bare. He left a gentle kiss on your ass cheek followed by a hard smack that made you yelp into Sanji’s mouth.

The blonde pulled back with that look, almost a snarl as he shot cold eyes at Zoro. He caught your glare before he spoke, and kissed your cheek as he helped you out of your shirt.

“Bet you’re already drenched for me,” Zoro teased. You cried out his name as the silky hardness of his cock rubbed along your ass.

Sanji guided you, setting your hands along the edge as he went to his knees between you and the counter. The eye not hidden by his hair filled with a heat that parted your lips.

“Same time,” he breathed against your thigh, not speaking to you.

“Same time,” Zoro agreed, rubbing his tip along your folds before lining himself up behind you.

“Oh gods,” you moaned softly as Sanji’s mouth found your clit, that tongue starting to play right as Zoro slammed into you.

“So fucking wet,” Zoro laughed, fingers digging into your hips as he found his brutal pace.

Strangled moans and screams left your throat, and you clung to the edge of the counter as you fell apart, already so close.

The heavy thrusts of that thick cock inside you along with that wicked tongue on your clit was unreal, overwhelming, fucking incredible.

“Gods, this pussy is fucking tight,” Zoro hissed, between sucking and biting at your neck. “Gonna fill you up so good.”

Your knees were going weak, but Zoro kept his grip, while Sanji wrapped his arms around your legs, shoving his face even closer. His tongue explored further, licking along your folds. Zoro moaned in your ear as Sanji’s tongue tasted along your entrance, as if wanting to join that thick cock in fucking you.

Sanji left a deep hum of pleased laughter against you, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. Zoro’s thrusts staggered, his breath hot against your ear.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he growled, somehow slamming into you harder. “We’re gonna fuck so much come into you tonight, you won’t be able to walk. You want that?”

He tore a scream from your throat in answer as his movements became frantic.

“You taste like heaven, mon coeur. Do you like my tongue on your clit?”

The loss of his tongue where you needed it brought your eyes down to his, that mischievous glee doing you in.

“Fuck, Sanji. Please…”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Sanji wrapped his lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, just as Zoro bit down on your neck hard.

Your mind went fucking blank. All the sensations, all the pleasure poured through your body. Zoro groaned with your flesh still in his teeth as you milked his cock. You felt him twitching inside you, throbbing, spilling hot ropes of come, filling you up. Sanji moaned around your pulsing clit, still sucking until you were about to go insane from the overstimulation.

Their strong hands held you up as you thrashed, your throat gone raw with screams.

Sanji finally released your clit as Zoro slowed, making the swordsman moan again as he licked along your entrance, definitely licking that sensitive cock as it pulled out of you.

“Oh, fuck. San–”

Instead of helping you collapse, Zoro fisted his hand into your hair, holding you around the waist with his free hand while he shoved his tongue down your throat, interrupting your cries.

Your eyes were rolling white as Sanji moved beneath you. That sinful tongue ate at you like you were a bowl of something sweet, eating up that mixture of pleasure you and Zoro had created.

Tears streamed from your eyes, but your boys didn’t stop until Sanji had licked up every drop of come, kissing your thighs. Zoro helped you lie on the ground, your head in his lap while you watched Sanji strip.

“So,” Zoro teased, tracing his rough fingers over the marks on your neck, “Which do you think is better?”

“Huh?”

Words were still distant, especially as Sanji leaned closer, rubbing his hands along your thighs.

“Do you prefer to have the brutal assault, or the tender affection first, princess?”

An insatiable smile touched your lips as you moved your gaze between them.

“Same time, please.”

Likes and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: What do you think? I think both is good 🥰

tags: @shewrites02 | @jadeddangel

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writing-wh0re · 2 months

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Zoro: Hey, look at this girl tryna fight two guys.

Sanji: Uh, that's your girl.

Zoro: Fuck *pulls swords out*

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 3

Back again with hopes of new.

Hello my loves!~ Part 3 as promised. Look here for Part 2. Make sure to check out my other works and the ao3 account by the same name. Please make sure to leave a like and follow. Comment what you want to see next.

My request are also open and a Dracule Mihawk story should be coming out soon this week.

Cliffhangers are going to be a thing and Buggy is totally going to chase after reader.

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Oh how did it come to this?

Here you were, on a night out with your friends. Freshly shipwrecked but looking hot. Crew in tow, survived a crazy fall from a trap door and even made it to the show you had so excitedly told your friends about to boost their spirits.

Though, not everything went as planned. As in you and your family of a crew almost died trying to get rare ice cream and were now shipwrecked. Like how the horror house had given you some bruises you’d definitely feel in the morning. Or how Brooks and Usopp almost shit themselves trying to find you in the loony house. You losing the face mask you wore in public to remain anonymous. Luffy going from being excited to frowning so hard it scared the fuck outta you.

And then there was the clown.

Oh yeah, the clown.

You were totally thirsting over a clown.

Back to the present moment, you couldn’t be in a more delicious situation.~

To the performer's credit, they did not react much. Everyone in the East Blue knew the flashy captain. Most towns he had paid a visit to would definitely remember him. Anyone who had ever met the infamous red nosed clown couldn’t forget that one appendage. Your Captain, Luffy, surely didn’t forget that first encounter.

Nor would the Flashy Fool himself forget this enchanted meeting with you.

You had tumbled off the stands from the safety of your friends and crashed into the clown prince of crime.

With your Cherry Red lips pressed right into his infamous nose.

Now surprisingly, Buggy did not react negatively at all. In fact, he didn’t have a reaction.

The man that now held you in his arms was staring at you in disbelief. You slowly removed your lips after what seemed like hours to everyone else. Normally, Buggy would throw down with anyone who even mentioned his nose, let alone touched it.

However, you were rather soft in the action. Sure you stumbled into him like a blind bat. But the accidental kiss was something to behold. Flustered, you removed your lips from his nose quickly, making a soft, "Tch," sound. Stunned (Y/ec) looked up into his green eyes to see complete stillness.

And that scared everyone, including yourself, even more.

You found yourself gasping for air as his firm grip on the small of your back made you feel vulnerable and exposed. Despite your best efforts to hide it, your voice gave you away as you whispered an apology. Your hands were still tightly pressed against his chest, and the other was gripping his shoulder for support. In that moment, you realized that you had lost your focus and gotten distracted, leaving you feeling embarrassed and uneasy

As his gloved fingertips trailed up your arm, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His touch was gentle yet firm, and it seemed to calm the nerves that had been jangling inside you. You looked up at him, and as your eyes met, you felt your heart skip a beat. His other hand found a resting place where your cheek and jaw met, and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

As you opened your eyes again, you noticed that small bits of the carefully placed glitter on his skin had fallen onto your chest. You realized that you were chest to chest with him, and the realization made your heart race even faster. The fast pounding was so loud that you couldn't tell if it was coming from your chest or his.

Finally, he stopped, and just stared at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. You felt your cheeks flush as you met his gaze, and you wondered what he was thinking. It was a moment that seemed to last forever, and yet it was over in the blink of an eye.

“The fuck-” “SHHHHHH!”

Suddenly, Buggy's expression changed, and he did something that filled you with fear - he smiled. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Buggy burst into a fit of laughter.

The kind that made you feel uneasy and unsure of what to do next. It wasn't a simple chuckle or a casual laugh; it was loud and uncontrollable, as if something deep within him had been unleashed. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle within as you watched Buggy laugh on and on.

“Oh, my,” he chuckled, finally wiping away tears. You could hear Zoro behind you clip open a sword. You could also hear Robin cracking her fingers in preparation. Not wanting any trouble, you tried to separate from the giggly clown.

As you stood before him, his gaze was still fixed on you, holding you captive. His eyes were a striking shade of green, clear and bright, yet there was a hint of danger to them. They seemed to bore into your soul, piercing through the spotlight and the darkness beyond. As he looked at you once more, his pupils dilated, giving his gaze an even sharper focus.

By then, your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights, allowing you to take in every detail of his physical appearance. You noticed the redness creeping up his neck, the warmth of his cheeks as they flushed with color, and the subtle changes in his expression that his makeup couldn't hide.

When the grip on your waist momentarily slackened, he lifted you in front of the cheering crowd, only to hold you tighter again. "What an affectionate fan you are, Sweetheart! If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask," he teased, his voice laced with forced stage presence and barely concealed anger. Despite his impressive ability to improvise and clean up the situation, you couldn't help but sense a faint hint of embarrassment and sadness in his tone that he was trying hard to mask.

You ran out of time to ponder this though as his acrobats began to hoist you over the crowd. Next, his dancers brought in a cage with a cover on it. It was rather large, larger than you would’ve expected given the space.

Looking over at your friends you could see them at war with themselves. On one hand, they wanted to help, but on the other, they wanted to not blow your cover immediately.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, thank you, so much for your patience.”

His tone was still teasing and you could see his shoulders tense under the coat. Okay maybe you could look him over a little bit. His arms were very strong and while you couldn’t see them you sure felt the muscles when you were being held up. Not to mention but he was rather tall, actually. You’d guess he was about 6’5 even without the boots. Also those blue ‘ribbons’ were his hair in two pigtails.

As your eyes peered over the room, you realized that you were trapped inside a net, suspended in the air by three ropes connected to the ceiling. The clown had stopped talking and was now facing you. Then he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out four daggers.

Buggy's mischievous smirk returned as he turned his attention back to you. "You ready up there, dollface?" he asked, his voice dripping with sinister glee.

“Ah Shit.”

As the audience held their breath in anticipation, the clown pulled the sheet off the cage to reveal a massive pink lion. With four sharp blades in his hand, he waved them around in the air and announced his next feat.

"Now I'm going to throw these four blades, count 'em, folks, four," he exclaimed with a grin. "Let's see if that pretty thing up there can keep her cool and NOT fall into the lion's den."

Buggy turned back to you with a dark smile, but something seemed off. As you looked closer, you couldn't help but notice that your lipstick had smudged onto his nose, overpowering his grease paint. Would it be inappropriate to mention it now?

Flick~*

One dagger hit the wood post behind you.

You had to get out of there and fast.

You nodded towards Zoro who patted his shoulder in response. Hopefully, the moss head would pick up what you were putting down. The dress you wore offered no hiding places for weapons, but your thighs did. Pulling your legs up slightly, you feigned fear as you pulled a switchblade from your garter belt. From the looks of things, the lion was very alert. But you were not on the menu this evening. The crowd seemed to love it though. Cheering and gasping at the deranged clown as he drank up their attention.

Flick!~*

Another dagger, another rope, and you only had one lifeline left. The goal was to cut the rope before he could and swing yourself away from the lion's cage. You could see Zoro managed to get away in the chaos of the crowd and hearing a familiar sword click behind you brought some comfort. On the ground behind you was the mossy goof you loved to whistle and take walks with. Taking a deep breath, you began to quickly cut away from the rope below you.

Flick!~*

The final dagger sliced into the rope below you. Had you not been prepared, that lion would've had a very tasty dinner. You held onto the net with one hand as you regained your footing and got ready to swing.

"Ah!~ Now that's cheating!" Hissed the clown below before he threw the last dagger.

Fuck you forgot about that one.

The rope fell, but not without many things happening at once. For starters, Zoro lunged forward and tackled the clown in front of you. Second, Luffy had stretched his arms over the lion's cage and Robin grabbed you and used her powers to bring you back to safety.

Chopper was tucked into Sanji's arms while Ussop got ready to take a shot if needed. Nami drew her bow staff seeing Zoro rise with his hands around the clown's throat before-

"HE'S LOOSE!"

A man that resembled a bear screamed out causing the parents to grab their children.

"EVERYONE OUT OF THE BIG TENT!"

Making sure the towns people got out safely was dangerous but you couldn't help but look back at the clown that you smooched, albeit on the nose. Body parts were flying everywhere as his performers drew various weapons.

"What do we do?" Ussop called out. Brooks dropped his mask and steadied a hand on you. "We're too open to attack, everyone, RUN!" Nami called out, grabbing your hand. Your eyes found Luffy's and while he didn't want to abandon a fight, he knew that there was no way they could protect the citizens of the town if everyone was captured now. As the crew scrambled for the exit you felt a foreign object on your ankle. The gloved hand crawling its way up your leg was NOT welcomed and you screamed while hurling it towards the face of the clown chasing you.

"WHY YOU?!"

The next few minutes seemed to last hours as you and your crew ran into the forest of the island. Truthfully, it was much larger than it had appeared on any map. Too bad you couldn't take its beauty in while running for your actual life.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SHITHEADS!"

Grabbing Zoro and Brooks's hands as you ran you made a Beeline for the ship's remains. They felt a surge of determination, urging them to move faster as you ran. Your heart raced as you hoped that the rest of your group would somehow make it to safety.

As you burst from the dense foliage, the frigid air hit you hard, and you all stumbled down the melting ice-covered beach. You could feel the sweat on your forehead, and the fabric of your dress clung uncomfortably to your thighs as you ran towards the tent and ship remains with your hands outstretched.

Despite not knowing what d.fruit you had eaten as a child, you knew that your powers allowed you to manipulate matter and you could compress objects to a tiny size for transportation. However, the efficacy of your powers depended on the emotions you felt while compacting the object, and you were anything but calm right now.

Your hair was wild and fizzy from the night air, and your heart continued to thump wildly in your chest. The image of those piercing green eyes was seared into your mind, adding to your already heightened sense of anxiety.

"(Y/n) do whatever you're going to do and do it fast," Zoro said, getting his swords ready. Brooks dispatched his cane while taking a stance a few feet from you. "We'll have company soon," you nodded at the bone Dad, and closed your eyes to concentrate. Soon you could feel your remaining energy being drained as you concentrated on compressing the debris around you. The tent and ship remain quickly compacted, and you swiftly scooped them into Nami's bag for safekeeping. It was clear that soon, you would have company, and you needed to be prepared for whatever was coming your way.

"(Y/n)!"

Looking up you quickly realize that your luck has run out.

"Well would you look at that! The little princess has got herself some bodyguards."

It was a blue-haired clown, unmistakably the same one that you had given an unexpected nose kiss. He seemed to be following you with a purpose as if he had a score to settle. The nervous bear man from the town square and the green-haired juggler were standing closely behind him, almost as if they were his accomplices. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you secured Nami's bag over your chest.

"We don't have to do this Buggy. We all know how it'll play out." Zoro seemed to be buying you some time. But you weren't leaving your comrades deserted. Taking a look around you realized that someone had left a bucket on the deserted beach. Creeping away as 'Buggy' and Moss head traded barbs you filled the bucket with seawater.

"Stop moving you little mouse," the green-haired male threw a knife in your direction which was blocked by Brooks. "Trash like you will not speak to the lady in that manner," the bag of bones rattled. Which was funny considering the skeleton's track record. However, you had no time to laugh about this as you crept up close enough to the clown.

"Hey, Mister Clown guy?"

Verdant eyes snapped towards you. A cold sinister smile stretched wide over his blood-red lips and you noticed how sharp his jawline was in the moonlight.

"Yes, cherry princess?"

You smiled and leaned forward with your hands behind your back.

"Catch!"

Confused his posture straightened before you threw the sea water over him. 'Buggy' was now completely soaked with you throwing the bucket.

"ARGH YOU SHITTY BITC-!"

Buggy's rant was abruptly halted by Zoro's fist, which knocked the jester of the seas unconscious. Brook's cane took care of the green-haired male and the bear man held up his hands.

"Please," he looked towards you, "Let me take them back." Your heart softened for a moment as you considered the man carefully. He looked like he was ready to run away but not without his captain and comrade. You nodded towards him and then at Zoro.

"Alright, take them back. But we're even after this." You spoke firmly but your eyes offered a kindness. He smiled a small smile at you before dragging the green-haired male away first. As you approached Zoro, you noticed the sweat glistening on his forehead and bruises forming on his knuckles as you ran your fingers over the grooves.

With a deep breath, you extended your arms and pulled both him and Brooks into a warm embrace. Even though words were unnecessary, the shared hug conveyed everything you needed to say, and they reciprocated with equal emotion.

After carefully inspecting the pack, you turned your gaze towards Buggy's unconscious body. His vibrant blue hair was splayed out around his head, creating a unique and almost ethereal halo-like effect.

Despite the fact that his crew was known for their penchant for violence and insanity, there was no denying that Buggy possessed a certain attractive quality.

If not for the circumstances, one might even describe him as being quite handsome.~

'Oh who am I kidding he's still really fucking hot. Plus the moonlight reflecting off his hair is NOT helping,' you frowned and shook the thoughts from your head.

Zoro gently nudged you with his hip while looking over his shoulder. "The bear guy will be back later. Let's just leave him here," he whispered. You nodded slightly, taking in the serene surroundings. The moon was setting, casting a silver glow over the rolling waves and the sound of chirping crickets filled the air.

You knew everything was fine, but you had to resist stealing a final glance at the peaceful man before falling into step with Zoro and Brooks, quickly walking back into the lush flora. Each step brought you closer to your group, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving something behind.

If you had bothered to look back you'd see the Blue clown's eyes intently following behind you.

That's right folks it's another cliffhanger.

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Chapter 4 to be posted soon.

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Requests are open as well so don't be shy. Dracule Mihawk will be next sometime this week.

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majorluz · 1 year

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Sanji W/ A Fat S/O (SFW!)

cw: fem reader

ho. ly. shit. as if he didn't love women enough and here you appear, a new type of beauty he had yet to witness until now. kinda weird how all the other eligible ladies in the world are hourglass shaped, almost like god doesn't know how to make women any other way... /j

usually he's a very verbal flirt but this man thinks you're some sort of goddess instead of a mortal woman so he actually gets choked up and stammers softly, fidgeting with his tie while talking to you. he's sweaty and beet-red but he gets his intentions across when you make unwavering eye contact with him and see the burning neon pink hearts glowing in his pupils.

starts doting on you TEN TIMES as hard as he does with Nami and Robin and Nami deffo notices and teases him about it. 'you always ask y/n if she wants seconds or dessert before either of us! are you in love with her or something?' he is. he very much is. please love him.

love love loves your residual movement. he can See how soft you are, when you wave at him and your arm jiggles softly, when you run and he can see your thighs rub together and wobble from the shock of your feet hitting the ground, when your whole bust jiggles softly when you laugh heartily he desperately wants to hold you close to him, it's all he thinks about when he's in the kitchen by himself. what would it feel like to hold y/n in my arms... to bury my face in her hair... to tell her how i really feel about her... (you totally know how he feels about you. its an open secret)

if you return his advances he will melt into a puddle of pink goop. 100% if you make flirty banter with him or brush your body up against him, you will see his knees buckle underneath him. He is so very touch-starved. If you put your hand on his thigh and slowly stroked up and down while he sat next to you, he might literally die. Chopper and Usopp would literally have to resucitate him. Cue snide remark from Usopp about how your flirty nature is going to make Sanji's heart stop altogether one day.

Expect to have his arm around your shoulder or hand caressing your back ALL THE TIME once y'all are together. He's a love handle grabber. He grabs and squeezes not to tease you, but because it's super comforting to hold you in his hands like that. Loves to hold the lowest roll on your back when he pulls you close to kiss you tenderly.

Would never make you feel bad about your weight. Full stop. He's an expert on nutrition and knows that some people have a heavier resting weight than what's considered average. He would only get on your case if you suddenly stopped eating, especially if it was for diet purposes. 'Y/n-chan, you're a pirate. You need all the energy you can get. Plus, I made it special for you. *soft pout* And if you went on a diet I would miss the way your body fills out your clothes so well...' His nose starts to bleed a little bit and you give him a small bonk to the head, crimson red with flattery as he laughs uproariously.

he loves you so so much. he understands what it feels like to think you're unloveable for your entire life, and he vows to never let you feel like that ever again.

#vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one piece #f!reader #luz attempts writing #f/o positivity #fat positivity

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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!

in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can)

warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

my fav little gremlin's in town ^^

- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him

zoro:

myhusband ^^

- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him

sanji:

mhm, a fine specimen ^^

- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - so with cum-painted tits and face, he whispers, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him

a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat

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httpsclarye · 7 months

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#GOOD LOKING+!

Your plan was quick and simple. You would go to the kitchen, make some tea to ease your headache, and then return to your comfy bed. You weren't expecting to come across your crew's blonde cook barechested cutting carrots.

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, swearing, pet names, big dick sanji, kitchen sex, blow job, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, sanji moaning, p in v type of sex.

Ao3: Good Looking

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes :) Enjoy!

You are used to this. The utterly exhausted sensation after several hand-to-hand combats, so when the headache started when you finally lay down in bed, you just decided to ignore it; the sleep would catch up before it got.

Until the needed sleep never got you. So, after an hour or two of rubbing your temples and staring at the ceiling while feeling envy-induced annoyance for Nami’s peaceful breathing, you pushed yourself to stand up.

Even if the cool night air almost makes you wish you hadn't left your warm bed, you needed that green tea to stop the pounding headache in the back of your head. The kitchen lights shining through the window went undetected as your mind was busy figuring out how you could prepare the drink quickly so that the pain could cease as soon as possible.

“Oh, it’s you, darling. Is everything alright?” As you walked into the door and recognized Sanji's words, you snapped out of your thoughts and began to look over your surroundings. He was not wearing any type of shirt while he sliced carrots from behind the counter.

Barechested. Topless. Half naked.

“Y-yes, I mean, no. Just a headache.” You gaze the blonde in the eyes as you stumble through your sentences, you are merely vaguely aware that your face is beginning to turn red. “I just want that green tea; I know it's somewhere around here. I saw Nami storing it in the cabinets earlier.”

You felt foolish. You became used to seeing shirtless men given that you lived in the middle of the ocean and therefore often came across Luffy, Usopp, and even Zoro barechested. They would often walk around the deck that way on hot days. Sanji, however, always showed up in a suit or, at the very least, had a formal shirt rolled up to his elbows. Even so, there was no chance of seeing him dressed otherwise since he went to sleep after you and woke up before everyone.

“I can do it for you; it’s my job after all, taking care of my sweet girl.” He placed the knife down, threw the chopped carrots in a nearby pot, and proceeded to go through the cupboards. “Love, do you remember where she stored it? There are plenty of cabinets in this place.”

"What are you doing here?" You instantly regret your tone as you noted Sanji just froze in his search.

“I mean, sorry, the kitchen is your place, I know. I just never saw you here this hour, and me and Luffy go here to do midnight snacks sometimes”

“I could not sleep”

“Me too” Once again, an irrational remark. He was informed that you were having trouble falling asleep; that's why you were there. “Why the carrots?”

“The attack that happened today. I had hoped for more food, but I believe you are aware of how fucked our situation is.” He continued looking for the tea while chuckling flatly. “We don't know when we will receive more supplies; we right now have barely anything stocked. Even the carrot peels have been put to use in an effort to reduce waste, you know.”

You weren't sure how to respond. It was clear that everyone's mood was negatively affected by today's incident. The worry of what would happen in the next few days or weeks was filling your head since Usopp managed to escape the ship. His back was to you, so you were unable to see his facial expressions, but you couldn't help but notice his muscles.

You felt a little guilty since you couldn't take your focus away from it, despite him having just voiced some serious concern. Has he lately started working out, or has he always had muscles like that?

“Are you and Luffy close then?”

The sudden break in silence confused you as he turned toward you with the pot of tea in his hands and a pleased smile.

“I suppose so. After all, he was the one who invited me to join the crew, right?” You smirked at the thought. It wasn't much time—perhaps a few months—and you were losing track of time at sea. “I fearlessly agreed to become a pirate, although I had never spent more than two weeks on a boat.”

“I remember that. You were so naive”

Of course he remembers. When you joined the crew, it was very easy to have a conversation with Sanji; he was constantly complimenting you or flirting in a straightforward manner. You never took him seriously, hearing about the blonde's techniques from Nami from the first day, but it was often hard not to chuckle or blush when he was so…

“Not anymore.”

He grinned at you before returning his attention to the tea. It was impossible to look away from his bare chest. You were unable to rest your mind from imagining how his skin would feel on your hand now that he was in your line of sight. You are already aware that he's a good-looking man, but now seeing more of his body did things to you.

“All right, madam. Here is your tea.” He circles the counters until he's right next to you. Really close. His eyes twinkle with recklessness, and you know he caught you staring at his figure.

You ignore the tickle in your lower belly as you stand there, grab the mug in your hands, and sip while gazing at his face. He still has that typical smirk, and when you finally finish drinking your tea, he glances at your lips before returning to your eyes. Everything becomes fuzzy and hot then.

He's very close. His hand has been lying on the counter, his chest is nearly brushing your own, and you can't help but notice his modest, almost transparent blonde hair in there. Perhaps it's a sign for you to walk away, that this is going in a dangerous direction, but you can't.

“What dear? See something you lik-”

You interrupt him with a kiss; it's all very messy and quick, and he is unable to have time to handle everything. You come to an abrupt halt and stare at him with wide eyes, realizing what you have done.

“Sanji, fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant t-”

He didn't let you finish the apologies. His hand pulls your head back, bringing your lips together. The kiss looks right now. It begins carefully, with both sides cautious, but it quickly gets heated as he doesn't hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth.

You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, and his eyes are hungry. He didn't think twice before pressing his open mouth and tongue on your neck. A moan escapes from your lips.

His left hand shifts down to grab your hip, and you catch your breath. Your hands graze his nipples as you reach for his pecs, and he hisses at the fresh sensation in your throat.

“Gods Y/N, you’re going to kill me this way”

You chuckled, and he kissed you again, although this time you took charge, moving one of your hands to his blonde hair before tilting his head to grant you more access. You stop the action just to take a moment to recover and gaze into his dilated pupils. He looks so attractive like that that you can’t help but want to go down on him.

”Sanji,” You whisper breathlessly, enjoying the sensation of his name in your mouth, “let me taste you.”

He groans in response, which you take as encouragement as you lean down and proceed. You lick and kiss the trail that leads to his crotch, and he hisses softly, his abdomen tense beneath your hands and mouth. As you get down on your knees and look at his pants, you can see his erection, which seems big and marked.

You don't hesitate to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers together, exposing his hard, leaking cock to your eyes. It's big. It's more than you expected. There's a buildup of cum at the head, and you reach forward and wrap your lips around it, licking gently just to tease.

You look up as you swirl your tongue over the tip and dip your tongue into the slit to see him biting his lower lips, his head thrown back. You wanted to see his face while sucking him. So you take him out of your mouth and cautiously wrap a hand around him, teasing him a little with your hand. Your movements are agonizingly slow as you lightly suck and lick the sensitive head until finally he looks down.

“Oh, darling, you’re so pretty like that.” Sanji whined above you, and then your mouth opened around the head of his cock, and he slid it into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck. So… so perfect.”

You can clearly see the blonde struggling to keep his composure, like how his knuckles are white while gripping the counter behind him. You relax your throat, take a long breath through your nose, and exhale slowly before swallowing him whole while gripping his inner thighs.

His penis is large, so the initial sensation isn't the most pleasant, but as he lets out a loud groan, you forget about everything. Something about hearing Sanji whine in the kitchen while you gagged on his cock made the aching between your legs unbearable.

"Oh yeah, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your mouth feels so good in me.”

You moaned softly at his words of praise, making vibrations around his penis, causing another moan from him. His left hand reached from the counter to your hair, and you didn't reject the help while bobbing your head up and down.

“My love, you are so perfec-“

A few tears occasionally escaped as you sucked him and he fucked your throat, sometimes only taking him out to run your tongue along his length. You started to see signs that he was close to cum. One of your hands left the thighs to rub his balls.

“I… I'm going to cum, Y/N, dear... I" He gives you a chance to pull away from him, but you choose to continue and accept it all. You remove the entire length of his throat and leave just the head in your mouth.

He comes soon after, with a muffled groan, while you attempt to swallow as much as you can before it gets difficult, followed by a satisfied moan coming from you.

You felt his hand leave your hair, and for two or three minutes, you just remained there. He has his head back and is trying to catch his breath while you are on your knees, glancing at his chest and the beads of sweat gathering on his neck. It’s a perfect vision, honestly. You ponder whether he would notice if you began to masturbate right then.

“Come on, madam, let me help you up.” Sanji extends his hand to support you in getting up, and once you are upright, he grabs hold of your waist to keep you close to him.

He kisses you, tasting himself in your mouth. It's slow, and you realize he's still trying to emerge from his afterglow. When he breaks the kiss, that smile returns to his face, and you peck him once more just to get rid of it.

Sanji deepened the kiss again. And fuck, what else could you do but reply in the same aggressive way?

You're hoisted up by the hands on your hips and thrown onto the counter. The blonde is now between your legs, breaking the kiss, only to go straight to that specific spot on your neck that you're almost certain will leave a mark in the morning.

“Oh- Sanji,” You try to speak breathlessly as he licks your collarbone and his fingers brush the hem of your t-shirt, “You don’t h-have to do that.”

It wasn't that you didn't want Sanji. Since you entered that kitchen and spotted him without a shirt, you wanted this. Yet, you took the decision to give him an opportunity to back out, be thankful for the blowjob, and never bring up the matter again. Him taking you would be very personal.

“Please, my love,” You can hear the yearning in his voice as he whispers in your ear. “I just want to make you feel good too.”

You nod, and he attacks your mouth once again while his hands pull the hem of your t-shirt, exposing your chest, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at being so bare to him.

He doesn't think twice about placing his mouth on your breasts as he rolls the hard bud between his teeth and tongue and gives the other one a gentle stroke with his other hand. He bites your nipple as your head is flung back, and all you can do is pray that no one hears your loud scream.

He takes his mouth from your breasts and begins a trail down your stomach, and you can't stop whining due to the lack of warm sensation from his tongue in your niples, but you quickly figure out where he's headed as he lowers himself between your thighs.

He doesn't ask for permission as he aggressively rips off your shorts and, along with them, your underwear, revealing your pussy to him. He pulled your hips closer and dragged a finger down your folds, then placed it inside his mouth.

"Oh, you're so soaking wet, just for me, hm?" You are so stunned by the sight that you hardly pay attention to what the blonde is saying. “You taste so good, my darling.”

You stand on your elbows and glance at the man who is standing in between your legs. You can't help but gasp at the taunting as he starts giving you small small bites and kisses along your inner thighs. But you want him now.

“Oh Sanji, stop teasing for fuc-“

He didn't wait for you to finish the curse word before burying his face, pushing his tongue against your wet pussy, and licking a long, temptingly slow strip through your folds until he reached your sensitive bud.

In an attempt to create more friction, you thrust your hips into his mouth, and your left hand immediately settled on his blonde hair. Sanji found the ideal pattern to swirl his tongue over your clitoral region, leaving you panting for air.

He pushed two fingers deep within you, and you felt your walls clenching around them, sucking him in. His pace was fast, and he was still paying careful attention to your clit, leaving you close to the edge. You were a mess, and it wouldn't take long for you to cum. Yet you still needed him; you wanted more.

You sucked in a sharp breath and tried to block out the inappropriate sounds echoing through the kitchen.

“Sanji, p-please more”

"Use your words, my angel." You could see the glistening fluids from your pussy plastered on his chin when he pushed his head off of your thighs. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me, oh g-gods. I need you inside me." At your words, he groaned and took both of his fingers out to direct his cock at your entrance.

It wasn't difficult for him to enter since you were so soaked. At the feeling of it, you both simultaneously moaned. You felt completely filled; he just stood there for a while, waiting for you to get used to the size, until you signaled for him to start moving. It began off slow, but soon he started out moving his hips at a faster pace to satisfy both of you.

"You're perfect,” he moaned in two thrusts, and you had to put your hand over your mouth. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, oh darling.”

The hands on your hips let go and grabbed you under your right thigh, opening your legs and hitting you more deeply and faster. You thought you were seeing stars when he hit an exact spot inside your pussy that made you shout.

“Cum for me, my love. I know you want”

It didn't take long for your orgasm to hit you after that, your eyes rolled back and you let out a whine sound as you felt your walls squeeze his dick. He moaned along with you at the feeling and a few more thrusts and he came inside you.

Sanji's head fell directly to your shoulder, and you instinctively placed your palm in his blond locks. While the fluid was slowly dripping out of you, he continued to remain deep inside and breathe loudly.

He raised his head only to smile recklessly while glancing into your mouth. “So, do you still have a headache?”

Your hand reached out to push him, but you were helpless to suppress the giggles that came. He drew away from inside you but was still between your knees as he chuckled proudly.

“Do you think anyone heard?”

“I'm not sure, maybe when you let out that screa-" You slapped him on the shoulder to cut him off while embarrassed because of the probability. “Ok, ok my darling, next time we’ll find a more private place.”

“Next time, huh?

Sanji stood still with an anxious smile on his face; it was almost hilarious how someone so confident in themselves would respond in that manner. You wrapped his neck with both of your arms and gave him a quick kiss to reassure him that everything was fine.

"You should come to the kitchen more often, preferably alone.”

"And you should go shirtless more often too.”

"Only for you, my love.”

You gave him another kiss before leaving the counter, getting ready to go, and returning to the bedroom. Even though the night seemed to be becoming lighter, you were aware that there were still a few hours until sunrise. It was evident that there would be plenty of issues to address when you awoke, but for the time being, you were content, even though you were a little exhausted from the activities. As sleep came, all you could think of was Sanji and his smile.

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gingernut1314 · 7 months

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how do you think sanji would react if reader (who likes him) asked if he has feelings for nami? thinking emoji

Through Shadow

Sanji x F!Reader

Summary: You've had feelings for Sanji ever since he was able to see you from your hiding spot in the shadows. Feelings you know the chef will never reciprocate, especially when he only has eyes for Nami. Nami who you couldn't help and hated to be jealous of. So when you find yourself spilling these jealous feelings to Sanji, you are terrified to hear what he might have to say.

Tags: angst and fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Y'all...he's too good. I love him and I had to write for him. First time doing it so I hope it's good but I had too much fun writing this. This is strictly angst and fluff because I lowkey (highkey) needed it. But....will I be eventually writing a 2nd part full of spicy goodness? I can't make any promises (yes I can). I hope you guys enjoy and thank you so much for the request!

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You flipped a page in the book you were currently reading, finding it was one of the last few remaining. It was just a small book on some of the things to be seen on the next island your crew was going to stop at, but it was your job as informant, or as Luffy liked to call you, the “tour guide”, to know everything and anything there was to know about the places you were going to land.

You enjoyed the job greatly, seeing as you had always loved to read and know things. Before you had joined Luffy’s crew, you were a spy of sorts for one of the local mobs on the tiny island you grew up on. It was your job to infiltrate other rival mobs and gather as much information as you could so your boss could use it to destroy them.

You loved learning new information, so doing this job for Luffy was second nature--second nature that was also being used for good, rather than unrelenting bad.

It hadn’t taken much for you to join him, having always wanted to leave your hometown and do something good with your life.

Though, the true reason you had joined was because of the simple smile, kind words, and the best meal of your life the Straw Hats’ cook had given you. Sanji was his name and you orbited around him an embarrassing amount.

You flipped another page in your book when the door to the kitchen opened, the voice of said cook floating in with it. A voice you instantly perked up to listen to, peering over the edge of the rafter you had all but claimed as your personal reading nook to find the face it belonged to. A face that had your cheeks heating even without its attention directed at you.

But your body froze when you saw another person follow after him. A person who was beautiful and fearless and who you had been jealous of ever since you laid eyes on her.

You absolutely hated that you were jealous, especially of Nami because she was your friend--family...but Nami--Nami was everything you had ever wanted to be.

And she had caught the lovely eye of the cook she followed in here.

You watched from the shadows as Sanji went about pulling everything he needed to start making breakfast for the rest of the slowly waking crew, Nami placing a book full of maps on the counter as she read it over. Sanji glanced her way here and there, that perfect smile on his lips anytime she pointed something out to him.

That green emotion coiled in your chest like a snake as you watched it all happen. An emotion that grew every time you saw them together. Saw Sanji pull a smile from her, saw Sanji sweet talk and flirt with her.

It was enough to get you to walk away from the situation every time it happened, but now you were stuck watching. Stuck in your stupid reading nook in the rafters of this stupid kitchen that was all too warm and cozy and smelled ever so wonderful--smelled not only of the delicious food being cooked up, but of him. Of his cologne and freshly showered scent.

You pulled yourself further into your nook, shoving your book back into your face to keep your mind distracted. To try not to think of the conversation that was happening below you. Of who was having it.

“Here, try some. I’m trying something new.” You heard Sanji’s smoothly accented voice speak. A voice that unfortunately had you instantly looking back over the edge to find him extending a wooden spoon with whatever sauce he was cooking up on it out to Nami. She ate it without so much as a blink, Sanji watching her intently the whole time.

“Good.” She said, before going back to her book full of maps. “I think the best place to get the supplies you need is here, in this market.” And on and on she went, Sanji nodding along and smiling away at her as he continued to cook.

When they had both agreed on the best plan of action for this supply run, Nami closed up her book and began to leave. “Nami,” Sanji spoke, stopping Nami before she could fully leave. “Be sure to check with Y/N, ya? She’ll know the best places to go.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to her at breakfast. Can’t find her anywhere but at mealtime.” It made you just a little proud you could hide from her, though you could hide from anyone. Blending into the shadows and going unnoticed had been your specialty way before gathering intel. It was more useful, in your opinion. Kept you safe and away from the prying eyes of those you wanted to avoid--which was everyone.

You preferred to keep to yourself. To read your books and go utterly unnoticed…but going unnoticed had its downfalls. Downfalls such as having to watch the guy you liked, who was way out of your league and very much unattainable, flirt with the girl who was equally out of your league and unattainable.

“What are you reading up there, sweetheart?” Sanji asked, his voice startling you. You kept quiet, willing the shadows to cover you in their entirety as you watched Sanji continue to chop away at some fruit, but when those ocean-blue eyes snapped up on you, one covered by a lock of his blond hair, you knew you had been found out. Your face instantly flushed under his gaze. A gaze that had always made you feel so--seen.

You remembered back to the first time that gaze had found you. It had been a relatively sunny day so the streets of your home town had been bustling with activity. You, unfortunately, had been sent by your boss to go spy on the straw hat-wearing man and his crew who had just landed on the island, so you couldn’t enjoy the day one bit.

It wasn’t hard to find the guy, seeing as he was bouncing around full of an energy you had never experienced before. It was--refreshing. No one on your island could ever dream of being that happy thanks to the mobs ruling over them.

They were looking around the larger marketplace on the island, grabbing up different kinds of meats, fish, veggies, and all sorts of food you never could have afforded yourself. And as you watched the blond buying it all, your stomach quickly began to rumble to life with the hunger you had been fending off for days now.

You may have been working for the mob, but they hardly took care of you. It was more indentured servitude than a true job. The most food you got was a scrap of bread and maybe, maybe if you were lucky, a piece of dried meat that would hold you over for a day or two before your stomach was roaring in hunger again.

You had hardly reached for the carrot sticking out of the basket he carried when those ocean-blue eyes, one covered by that lock of perfect blond hair of his, landed directly on you. Saw you. Saw you through shadow. Through shadow you had perfected the art of disappearing in. Had been practicing ever since you were a baby.

And he--he was looking at you. Really seeing you. A gaze that had your body freezing up in its spot. You’d never had to deal with this before. Never had to deal with getting caught like this.

The overly attractive blond had given you a charming smile, those eyes still refusing to leave you.

“Hello there, sweetheart.” His accented voice had made your face flush as red as a beat then and there. The straw hat-wearing guy you had been sent to spy on came over then, oblivious to your location.

“Hey, Sanji, who are you--AHHH!! A GHOST!” The blond, Sanji, had hardly batted an eye at his captain's shenanigans, those same eyes still pinning you to your spot.

“How about instead of eating this raw, I cook you something befitting a hauntingly beautiful woman such as yourself.” He had said, playing with the fact you had just been mistaken, rather loudly, as a specter.

You had hardly even realized he had offered to feed you because all you could think about was the fact that he had seen you and was now calling you beautiful. Two things no one had ever done.

When you finally came down from your shock and Luffy had come down from his scared, wildness, he had agreed to let you come aboard their ship--the Going Merry--and you had agreed to food. Any food would have done, truly, put Sanji--gods he had whipped up the most glorious meal you had ever tasted. A meal fit for a king. Something your taste buds definitely didn’t deserve.

While you had eaten, you told Luffy and his crew about your life--about life on your island. Of the mob bosses running it ragged and driving many of its residents to an early grave. It had surprised you nearly as much as Sanji finding you through shadow when Luffy offered to help. When his whole crew offered.

They had taken care of the mobs with little effort, you being a great help in their destruction. You knew where their holdouts were, where their money was kept, and who they loved the most in the world. You had been a double-edged sword ready to be drawn and used by just the right people.

Luffy had been awe-struck by your memory and ability to hide in plain sight, and after your island was saved, he offered you a place on his crew. A place you took gratefully, ready to serve this man who was the most generous man you had met--a man who would be King of the Pirates and rightfully so.

It’d been a few years since then and still, Sanji was able to see you through the shadows you practically lived in. The others on the crew always tried, but never could quite find you until Sanji pointed you out, that is, if you wanted to be pointed out. He was always kind enough to gauge your mood--whether or not you wanted to be amongst the rest of the crew. You loved them, every last one of them, but they were all so--extroverted and you were content to watch from the shadows.

“...A small history of the island we are heading for.” You spoke, flipping the cover to show him. He looked it over with a nod.

“Ah--and what have you learned?” You felt yourself grow excited at his interest and you pulled yourself just that much further from the shadows.

“There’s this rabbit that can only be found on this specific island in the mountainous regions, called the Rina. Its fur is the color of a muted rainbow and its meat is said to be chewy and sweet and is best used in--”

“A stew?” You smiled.

“Yep! The locals will also glaze it in a honey sauce mixed with its blood and cook it on a stick.” You said, absent-mindedly flipping through the pages of the book until you came to the small section on the rabbit. You looked back up at Sanji who had taken a pause from chopping, turning the page to show him the illustration of the rabbit. “We’ll have to try some.”

“Of course, sweetheart. And I’ll make a note to get some of its meat so we can cook up that stew.” You nodded happily, your mouth watering at the mere thought. You watched Sanji pick up where he had left off, throwing some of the fruit into a bowl. “What did you think of the market Nami pointed out?” That green emotion filled your chest once more and you pulled yourself right back into the shadow, flopping back onto the pillow you had pulled up here with you.

“She’s right. It’s the best place to get supplies. It’ll have everything we need.” You said rather softly, reopening your book to where you had left off. Sanji was quiet for a short moment.

“But is that where you think we should go?” You shrugged.

“Yes. Do you think we’ll be staying there for the night?” You heard the slice of a sharp knife through meat.

“I believe so.”

“Then we should dock on the western side of the island. It’s a little more secluded than the eastern docks. There are more markets there as well, but it is full of people known for their anonymity and hostility. We will find everything there as well.” You heard Sanji drop slices of meat onto a pan, it sizzling under the heat.

“Sound perfect for a crew of outlaws.” He said in a joking tone despite it being completely true. “And you will want to tell Nami this when she comes to breakfast? So she can get us there.” Again, green spiked through your heart.

“Sure. I can do that.” Silence filled the air once more as you tried to finish the last page of the book, but you couldn’t shake that snake-like emotion. “...there’s this small mountain range near the village we would stay at…a lot of the locals call it Sweethearts Ledge. There’s this tragic story behind it but the local teens just go up there to--you know.” You said, scratching at the hardcover of the book, not wanting to outright say it was a hook-up spot.

“But regardless of that it’s a local favorite to watch the sunset--see the entirety of the western side of the island. Said to be a breathtaking view.” Your nail dug so deep you nearly tore the thin fabric covering the book. “You should take Nami up there.”

All that filled the air was quiet except for the sizzle of meat. So quiet you thought Sanji had left until the pan was moved from the heat and the sizzle slowly died out.

“And why would I take Nami up there?” He said, amusement coating his voice. It had your embarrassment flooding your chest in seconds.

Stupid, stupid!

This is why you stayed in the shadows, why you didn’t speak to many people. Because you always had a tendency to embarrass and make a fool of yourself.

“Uh--because it’s…you know. Beautiful up there. Could have a picnic.” You rambled out, trying to save yourself, yet only managing to dig yourself a rather massive hole. “You know…”

Sanji let out a charming little chuckle that made you want to curl in on yourself. Oh gods…he was laughing at you.

“Come try this.” He said, moving on from your embarrassing train of conversation drastically. It took all your willpower to peek around the corner and look down at Sanji, who had put a little bit of meat on a small plate, the sauce he had finished on top of it. It looked delicious. So delicious it made your stomach grumble.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, pulling yourself right back into the shadows. A lie. A complete lie that your stomach was hating you for. Sanji gave a little huff of air and you thought that was the end of it until you heard the screech of a chair being dragged across the floor.

Peeking over the edge again you found him doing just that, dragging a chair over to your hiding spot, small plate in hand, and a determined look on his face. You watched in shock as he climbed up onto the chair and came face to face with you, flashing that charming smile of his your way.

“Sweetheart,” He said, making your face burn like lava had been poured on it. “We both know that’s a lie. I need your opinion.” He said, placing the plate on the large rafter you sat on. You watched the plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world, not able to meet his gaze--look at his too-handsome face.

“You already had Nami try it.” You mumbled, looking back to your book as you tried to re-read the same sentence you had been trying to re-read for a minute now.

“Yes, but she doesn’t understand the dish’s complexities like you.” You’re eyes snapped onto his face, that grin never once leaving his handsome face. His eyes were watching you just as you had been watching that plate.

And your face was going to melt off it was so hot.

“Uh…but--” Sanji chuckled again, picking up the bit of meat and extending it to you. Extended it into your shadowy heaven.

“Please, sweetheart. Just one bite?” You’re mouth ran dry. He had to stop calling you that. Had to stop seeing through your shadows. It was going to destroy you.

Unable to find the words, you merely nodded, allowing Sanji to feed you his hard work. You ate it all, chewing it slowly. You took note of every bit of seasoning and spice and texture you could. And Sanji watched you the whole time, his eyes moving from your lips to your eyes and then back to your lips again.

“I wouldn’t want to take Nami up to Sweethearts Ledge. I would want to take my sweetheart, sweetheart.” You nearly choked on the bit of food in your mouth, coughing to keep from doing so. You sat up so fast, you hit your head on the ceiling, causing yet another coughing fit to spill from your lips. “Oh--Y/N do you need water?” You shook your head, feeling utterly mortified.

“No--no…” When you finally calmed your cough, you shyly looked back to Sanji, finding him watching your every move. His face was set in a near-serious tone. Near--near nervous? Was Sanji nervous? There was no way. Not Sanji, the man whose second language was flirting and hitting on women. “You’re teasing me.”

“Teasing you?” He asked, looking a bit shocked you were even suggesting it.

“Yes. You’re teasing me because I’m--” You glued your teeth shut before you could say something that would further embarrass yourself--humiliate yourself. “It’s not nice, Sanji.” You said, you’re tone turning harsh. But you couldn’t take it--getting teased in such a way. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“Sweetheart--”

“Stop calling me that.” Something like hurt flashed in his eyes. A hurt you hated to see. But you had to protect yourself because you couldn’t handle getting yourself hurt. You were too--fragile.

“Did I do something? If I did I am truly sorry.” You shook your head, a slight frustrated huff spilling from your lips.

“No, you--” Another little huff. Sanji’s ocean eyes never once left you--kept piercing through the shadows. “You like Nami.” You said, your voice all but defeated. Sanji’s eyebrows fell the slightest bit, eyes softening. You hated it--hated his pity.

“I’ll never be like her, that’s why you're teasing me. Everyone teases me because--because…I’m not like her. Because she’s--she’s perfect. She’s strong and confident and beautiful--”

Sanji reached into your shadows once more and covered your mouth with his hand. A hand that was strong and sported small scars he had gained from his culinary journey. A hand your skin always zapped to life under whenever he touched you in the most simple ways.

You stared at each other for a moment that seemed to stretch on like an eternity. Just watching the other. Sanji’s eyes held such--shock in them. Almost…hurt?

“Don’t…” He was upset. You upset him. You’re heart felt heavy and hard and like it would snap in two at any moment. You hadn’t wanted to upset him. “Don’t say such things about yourself.”

He was upset…upset for you?

“Y/N…sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You are smart and sneaky and kind-hearted…” He gave an airy chuckle, “and you know the difference between ragù and ragoût.” You felt your eyes begin to prick as you shakily pulled Sanji’s hand from your mouth, keeping hold of it.

“Ragù is a sauce…Ragoût’s stew.” You said, your voice just as shaky as your hand. Sanji’s smile pulled up onto his lips as he nodded, another little airy chuckle leaving his lips.

“You are my sous-chef, my friend, my sweetheart.” Tears did well in your eyes then. Tears you tried to hide from the man saying such sweet, sweet things to you, but he took hold of your chin in a gentle manner, keeping your eyes on him. “Y/N, you’re beautiful--hauntingly beautiful and I couldn’t image anyone else I would rather take up to that mountain and serenade with a delicious meal than you.”

Your tears did fall then. Hot, burning tears you had been holding back ever since childhood. Tears you felt tear through your very soul.

You wanted to believe he was lying. That he was being cruel, but his eyes--those ocean-blue eyes told you everything you needed to know. Told you Sanji believed every word he was saying. His thumb wiped away your tears, that smile of his never once leaving his face.

“You’re beautiful--even when you cry. Even shroud in shadow.” A little, pathetic sob escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around Sanji’s neck, nearly sending the chef falling off the chair he stood on. He stood strong, wrapping his own arms around you the best he could at this angle. As tight as he could. “I’m not teasing.” He whispered in your ear, as if to confirm it.

“I-I know.” Another little sob you tried to hold back fluttered from your lips. “I-I’m sorry…no--no one has ever said that before--b-been so nice to me.” You felt Sanji shake his head against your cheek.

“Well, they’re utter fools for not searching hard enough for such a gem.” You pulled away the slightest bit so you could look into his face. Hesitatingly, you went to brush away the bit of hair blocking his left eye, but you paused.

Sanji noticed this and leaned into your touch, silently telling you it was okay to do so--to touch him. You did, brushing away that hair so you could look deeply into both his ocean-blue eyes.

“How--how did you see me? That first time, back on my home island? How did you see through the shadows?” Sanji’s thumb rubbed little circles on your back, sending your skin burning.

“Because it was hard to not see you--because I’m no fool.” A smile pulled onto our own lips. A smile that pulled a small laugh from your rusty throat. A smile that Sanji copied in an instant. “Gods, you’re stunning.” You shook your head slightly, his words still too kind.

Sanji brought his hand to take hold of your chin again, his thumb brushing over the curve of your bottom lip. “So, so pretty. So, so divine. So, so lovely. So, so beautiful.”

You gave a little shaky huff of air, trying to hold back yet another sob that threatened to pull itself from your chest before you pressed your lips to Sanji’s. Lips that were so soft and plush and tasted vaguely like the sauce he had no doubt tried before coming over here.

You hardly had much experience kissing anyone--only ever having kissed one other man before the chef and that had been a drunken, sloppy thing. So this--this was new. This was exciting. And gods if you weren’t nervous, but Sanji kissed you gently, slowly. Kissed you in a guiding manner that allowed you not to think too much about the action and let you just enjoy it. Really, really enjoy it.

When you two pulled away for air, you couldn’t help the giggle that spilled from your lips. A giggle you tried to muffle but placing a hand over your mouth.

“Why are you trying to hide, huh?” Sanji said in an equally as jovial tone. “You know you can’t hide from me.” A laugh of his own pulled from his throat as he took your hand away from your lips and kissed you again. A quick thing. A kiss he did again and again until your ribs were aching from all the happy giggling you were doing. “Such an exquisite sound.” You rolled your eyes, though your smile stayed plastered on your face.

“You can stop that now.”

“Oh no. Never. Darling, I will shower you with praise in my every waking moments. I’ll do it in my sleep, just you watch.” You ran your fingers over his grinning cheek, taking in as much of his features as you could possibly take in at once.

You had just kissed that. Kissed this handsome, handsome man who you would have never dreamed of actually kissing in your wildest dreams.

“...fine. I guess I can endure.” Sanji gave another little laugh before kissing your lips once more. A kiss you gave right back in seconds.

“Now, how about you come down here and tell me how breakfast tasted?”

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ay0nha · 7 months

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are you doing a part ii to your sanji angst on the baratie?

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, angst, longing looks and bitter words, mentions of sleazy pirate, food/food consumption, not proofread, squint, and you'll see fleabag vibes (shout out to that anon), rushed ending, etc.

A/N: ahhhhh, idk how I feel about this, so I’m posting it because I know if I don’t, it’ll sit in the drafts forever. Thank you so much for all the love and support on the part before this. It truly means the world! Enjoy.

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PART I

The coolness felt sharp on your skin, numbing superficially but struggling to pinpoint the pain.

It sunk in when the ice melted and bled down your elbow that you were alone, and the ache was still there.

The devil’s hour was the only time you felt the ship's rhythmic sway. The constantly anxious environment was silent, leaving your shallow breaths to fill the space. There was only so much time before the early risers would begin the prep routine all over again.

You didn’t fare well with the cyclical nature of it all, but you were skilled in covering the discomfort. It was a game you were good at; the facade behind the swipe of deep lipstick and the soft fabric of your dresses hid you well. Yet, the pressure became unbearable on nights like these. It made you feel stuck, with nowhere to go, as the open ocean surrounded you.

The constant adrenaline at all hours was taunting you. It kept some focused and motivated their drive, but you struggled to stay afloat. Instead, you toyed with the thought of letting the tendrils pull you down into the sinking pool of burdens you ran from.

“You hear me?” Sanji’s voice pulled you to the surface for a shock of air. You failed to notice he even entered the room. “Where’d you go?”

Sanji broke your thousand-yard stare, just shy of waving a hand before you. You wanted to scold him for accurately reading you. Instead, your heart pinned to your throat at his overt observation.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, moving deeper into the space. Worry began to etch his tired features; you failed to hide. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m—” Your response was lost in its formation. Emotion pricked at your nose, but you refused to spill any tears. You were drained, and it all started to feel claustrophobic. “—tired.”

The practiced lie felt smooth and believable enough to be a sufficient excuse. And, yet, Sanji matched the defiance. “I’ve known you a long, long time…I know your tells, sweetheart—

“Come off it.” You discouraged the name, but it fulfilled Sanji’s purpose. You always stumbled, and your frown conveyed your disdain. “It’s been a…” Day. You stopped to begin again, frazzled, “I-I…I just, I’m just…hungry, Sanji.”

His name rang in his ears like a confession. He waited for you to correct yourself, scold him for prying as you always had. The air shifted to something unexplored, vulnerable. Despite the years of working together, moments like these were rare. Sanji used the pause to take you in, searching for any deception. But you laid bare, asking for comfort and company.

“Alright...” Sanji’s voice was soft so as not to spook you. He nodded, more confident in his promise. “I can help with that.”

Clearing your throat, you nodded, a rush of relief flowing through your body. Sanji’s flirtations were easy to ignore. His sarcasm, you returned. The attitude you dished, he accepted with his own. It was how you worked; it kept things fluid. The push and pull kept you going.

However, the static of your hesitancy tugged at something foreign. It kept you quiet and made you thoughtful. Sanji moved like he always had, calculated and knowledgable of the dish and whose palette he would earn the respect of. Everything he touched turned into a creation. He didn’t do it to prove a point or for a broader ‘them.’ Tonight, he created for you.

There was assurance in Sanji’s demeanor. He rolled his sleeve to his elbows and tugged at an already loosened tie; he became just as exposed as you were under your watchful eye. You itched for something familiar. The smile you fought proved Sanji read your mind, choosing correctly—a grilled cheese.

The tomato was missing, and so was the dill. Yet, there was a thick slather of freshly made mayo on each slice of homemade bread. The smell wafted, reminding you how the day's stress surpassed your hunger.

“Something to drink?” Sanji’s low rumble broke the silence, checking on you indirectly.

Sanji spoke through food and understood another through choices and habits. You were picky. You had staples that he perfected the recipe for, this one of them. He knew to be gentle and use his fingertips to smooth the toasted edges of the bread against the browning butter lining the pan.

“I’m trying to keep the wallowing to a minimum.” You shook your head. You tried to laugh through the feeling, but the joke felt ill-timed and ill-received. “Don’t hurt yourself too much trying to play nice.”

The air felt still, like the moments of a taut breath. There was no longer an eye on the throne of fabricated competition the Baratie created rather, you looked at each other as if it were the first time, both newly transparent.

“Oh, no—” He tutted, smirk settling naturally. “—that’s not the painful part, love.”

The kitchen was always warm—burners running, heat lamps, bubbling stovetops, and incidental fires. That very temperature caused certain anger to tip over and still provided fluidity in the brigade. However, even when you found yourself in the back, you brought a chill to the air. It rivaled the walk-in and existed as your only trait in the eyes of those found under your glare.

Yet, the warmth Sanji transferred to you was different. It didn’t come from the kitchen or from anger. It was just him, and his words carried him over. His smirk was more of a smile, hesitant to become a smile as he presented his tenderness on a plate for you to devour.

“Bon appétit, madam.”

You pulled at the edges of the grilled cheese, the inner parts reflecting fondue. The jagged edges defined the unorthodox moment. There was something so perfect in the imperfection of comfort it provided.

“C’mon…” You cleared the lump forming in your throat. Blindly, you push a hand forward to offer Sanji a half. He half-expected it to be a ploy, for you to snatch it back just as he would go to reach it. Instead, you gestured again, “Go on, take my olive branch so I don’t look like a total dick.”

“Gladly.’

This was what you needed. This was a warm hug at the end of the day. This was a blanket wrapped tightly around you, protecting you from the mess of it all. The simplicity of the company broke you.

You cleared your throat, wanting to be heard. “You know earlier…”

Sanji hummed encouragingly. He would never pry, afraid of your retaliation, but he knew that the slimy pirate clung to you. While he cooked, Sanji noticed the deep hues on your wrist and how you nurtured them with patience.

“He scared me.” You scoffed at your own admission, belittling your feelings already. It felt ridiculous in hindsight, allowing someone to crawl so deeply under your skin. “I just didn’t see it coming…and wasn’t sure where it was going.”

You played with a few crumbs on your fingertips, allowing a thoughtful pause that you refused to fill. Sanji knew you’d eat the crust first, saving the gooey inside for when you ripped off the bandaid.

“I could have—” He started, unwilling to miss the opportunity you gave him. “I’ll talk to Zeff. We’ll handle this. You’ll never—That’ll never happen again.”

Sanji’s sandwich half was forgotten, his hunger only satiable by your security. You almost fed into it, tripping into the depths of his gaze’s concern. But you’d been tricked before and you’d be damned to fall for it all over again.

“No—” You were blunt, words pointed. “Sanji…” It didn’t matter what promise he could give; it had no power against the past. “This world doesn’t look out for people like me but carves spaces for you. For him.”

Everything became unappetizing, as if you’d come back to yourself. Any defenses dropped were regained with dual force. You’d scold yourself later for accepting the shared meal as if that were the obvious solution to it all.

“And what does he get, hmm?” You hummed with disgust. “A slap on the wrist? Meal on the house?” You barked with hate. “And me? My professionalism gets questioned. I’m told to cheer up and move on—and yet, you all are blind! The real problem has nothing to do with that fucking pirate.”

Zeff was your advocate. He only tolerated so much, and anything that interrupted or dragged you in unwillingly was dealt with. You heard how those around you reacted. They cheered and glorified Sanji’s heroic acts but didn’t waste a breath to see if you were still intact.

Sanji had, in his own way. You knew that and detested how it made you crumble to the pieces you always had to pick up. Drawing a sharp but much-needed breath, you promised never to allow it again.

Sanji read your expressiveness; understanding the sentiment was a deep-running thread. He knew it wasn’t his place to advise, tempt, and, worst of all, ignore you.

Despite being at loss for words his effort was persistent.“Love—”

You wanted him to curse you or mock you or do something that would qualify the anger that made you tremble. You couldn’t stand how readily he took everything you gave him with such gentleness.

“Sanji—” There was a coldness you attached to his name, but a warning nonetheless. You detested how, even now, he still remained. “I never wanted this…Here I shift–I change, I mold into this…hybrid of a being just to fulfill what you think you want me to be—And still, I find myself disappointed in that fact that I think that’ll change—shame on me.”

The scraps of the sandwich had grown cold, its newly rigid, solid form symbolic of how things were supposed to be. You left Sanji with the weight of your words, a clear reminder that he was no more than a cog in the grand scheme of things---an insignificant part of your greater plan to be heard.

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aveegrex · 2 years

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PERVERT!SANJI

genre: another filthy smut, yep, here we go again pairing: sanji x f!reader word count: 0,6k cw: ohhh here we go. panty-stealing and sniffing, voyerism, groping, non-con cum feeding, masturbation, panties as a gag, piss kink, oral (f! receiving), footjob, degradation, slut-shaming (somewhat), blackmail, dom!reader, sub!sanji, spit kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pet names (literally), there's a little aftercare tho so I'm redeemed

author's note: I've come to terms with my own horniness and now it's everyone's problem. Also birds haven't been fed for a few days, and they're starving so here you go, have some seeds.

pervert!sanji who wakes up before your usual morning workout and pretends to be asleep as you stretch, palming his dick to the thoughts of your ass straining against the stretchy fabric.

pervert!sanji who adds aphrodisiacs to your food, making sure to settle closer to you when you’re about to eat.

pervert!sanji who cooks a separate sauce for all your dishes, lacing the creamy substance with his seed.

pervert!sanji who innocently offers you to do your laundry only to stick his nose into your soiled panties and jerk his dick till it’s raw and downright painful.

pervert!sanji who proposes his help when you’re about to climb to the crowsnest only to push his hands against the plump of your ass, telling you it’s the safest way to hold a person above.

pervert!sanji who accidentally spills the whole tray of drinks on your chest, quick to tap it dry with a cloth. A cloth that so happens to also be his cumsock.

pervert!sanji who somehow manages for the only empty space to be left beside him, the whole crew snuggled against each other in search of warmth on a chilly night.

pervert!sanji who thinks he’s oh so smooth, slowly grinding his crotch against the plush of your thighs, careful not to wake you.

pervert!sanji who barely holds in a yelp as you reach behind, sinking your nails into his hip, asking him what the hell he thinks he’s doing.

pervert!sanji who’s about to die when you turn around, your sly grin a clear sign he’s been made. Who’s shaking of embarrassment and fear when you grip his hard-on, tears streaming down his cheeks as you threaten to tell the whole crew what a naughty, naughty boy he is.

pervert!sanji who’s stunned and scared as you turn out to be a way bigger fucking freak, happy to catch him red-handed.

pervert!sanji who’s only choice is to become your little fucktoy, or his dirty deeds are to be revealed.

pervert!sanji who wants to dismiss you when you prohibit him from touching his dick, but finds himself unable to, feeling overwhelming guilt and disgust the second he even thinks about relieving himself.

pervert!sanji who now gets on his knees every time you snap your fingers, ecstatic to bury his face between your thighs whenever you please.

pervert!sanji who’s on cloud nine when you finally let him rub his pathetic dick against your foot, his blonde locks fisted tight in your hand. Who’s nodding way too eagerly when you degrade him, spit on his face as he’s painting your ankle white.

pervert!sanji who cries of happiness when you call him your filthy pup slut, his dick pressed tight against the kitchen floor with your heel.

pervert!sanji who will do anything to earn your praise, going as far as offering his mouth when you need to take a piss, licking your pussy clean afterwards.

pervert!sanji who then keeps your wet panties in his mouth, suffering since he has to focus on cooking the meal for the whole crew.

pervert!sanji who busts the second you let his dick inside you, about to cry and beg for forgiveness, his lips trembling with shame.

pervert!sanji who mewls and sobs when you laugh, riding him through his nth orgasm, realizing he’s a mere human dildo from now on.

pervert!sanji who wouldn’t have it any other way when you later coo tiniest praises at him, hugging his spent body into the night.

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, have fun with this

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turtletaubwrites · 4 months

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Touching What's Yours ~ Part 3

This story started with a request from @punkclowngutz found HERE. Thank you again for the request! 🙏🏼 This follows the poly fic 'We've All Got Needs' series linked below through Part 6.5, then diverges from there into this alternate miniseries.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji

Word Count: 6048

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: Relationship discussions, and secrets revealed. Zoro and Sanji decide how comfortable they are with sharing you with each other.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader Insert, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Condoms, Penis in Vagina Sex, Face-Fucking, Choking, Hair-pulling, Spitroasting, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Porn with Feelings, Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Shame, Cigarettes, They're Gross, Don't Smoke, Pet Names, Zoro might be getting better at feelings, maybe

A/N: Sorry about the length, I didn't want to split this up and leave out the goodies, lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Zoro was itching to touch you. He could see your thighs next to his under the kitchen table, and the feeling of you avoiding his gaze made him sick.

Hardly putting a thing on his plate, Zoro breathed through the memories of all his recent fuckups, and the dread of how you would look at him after today. The memory of sake with the cook last night rolled through his mind, and he clenched his jaw at the thought that he was right.

We need to talk.

Sanji cared for the crew, though his attention kept being drawn toward a certain swordsman this morning.

If this idiot doesn’t eat a decent meal soon, I’ll have to shove it down his throat.

A small, wicked smile curled his lips at the thought, and he coughed as Luffy called his name, asking for fourths.

“Hey, Needy…”

You had stayed back as the rest of the crew filed out after breakfast, then asked Zoro to let you out of the booth.

“But…”

Sanji sat across with his own plate of breakfast, pleading eyes on you while Zoro awkwardly kept you captive by not moving.

“Mon coeur, we were hoping you’d have time to speak with us this morning.”

Zoro’s fists clenched, but he gave a small nod.

“Okay. Can I sit over…” You pointed to the counter, but trailed off as you looked at Zoro. He could feel your eyes on him, and found himself shaking slightly.

“I just want to see you both better,” you explained as you started scooting along the bench to the middle of the large booth so that you could look at them both clearly.

Sanji had to chew his tongue to stay serious with how cute you looked scooching along.

Zoro breathed in slowly, resisting the urge to wrap his arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

It’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine. It’s not over.

“We, uh, have a lot to talk about.”

Your words shot through Zoro like steel bars in his bones, keeping him rigid.

“Of course, darling, please go ahead.”

You cleared your throat, and Zoro was struggling to keep his eyes on yours, feeling like he was waiting for a blow to fall.

“I can’t do this if it’s going to cause issues for the crew, if there’s going to be big fights over me. I know you guys will never stop fighting, but that was serious, and I won’t be a part of it.”

Zoro nodded, his face heating up while Sanji agreed.

“And Zoro,” your voice made his breath hitch as he held your gaze, your face almost blank with your next words.

“I will not be spoken to the way you did yesterday. If something is bothering you, then I will talk with you about it. But not like that.”

Can he rein himself in, Sanji wondered as he watched the faint trembling of the swordsman’s hands.

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

He felt your assessment, your eyes boring into him as you started to nod.

“Thank you. I have something else…”

“Anything, ma belle, what’s on your mind?”

Zoro couldn’t keep himself from clenching his jaw at Sanji’s lilting voice.

This time it was your eyes that were avoiding connection, your fingers twisting as you took a deep breath.

“I know we’ve decided that this arrangement is purely casual. But I don’t think I can be casual. With either of you.”

Zoro stared, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed.

Sanji felt a thrill, wanting to taste your sweet lips as you shared what he thought you were.

“What do you…” Zoro’s voice was strained, and he trailed off as you gave him a small smile.

“I don’t feel comfortable or right with the thought of choosing one of you over the other. I don’t want to create a greater rift. I’m hoping you will both want to continue seeing me, as in a polyamorous relationship.”

“Of course, angel-”

Sanji’s heart almost melted when you smirked at him, cutting him off.

“Please take time to think about this. This is a serious decision, and we would all need to work on communication and trust with each other. I really care about both of you and the crew, and I don’t want to hurt anyone by entering into something you aren’t comfortable with. We need to be honest with each other.”

Sanji watched your face fall as Zoro leaned back, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Marimo… Do you want-”

“Go ahead, cook. Get on with it.”

Your brows tensed as you looked between your paramours, Zoro leaning over the table to rest his head on his fists, while Sanji’s mouth pulled to the side as he chewed the inside of his lip.

“Mon coeur, we’ll take time to think on what you’ve shared. We also have something we need to speak with you about.”

Sanji watched you frown slightly at the word ‘we.’

She’s an angel, she won’t be bothered by something like this.

“Honesty is crucial in relationships, and neither of us would wish to enter into-”

“Gods damn it, waiter. Can you just say it?”

Zoro leaned toward him, his lip twitching as he fought his every instinct. Sanji’s eyes narrowed as he fought a smirk.

Both of their heads snapped to you when you cleared your throat, as if they had forgotten you were there for a moment.

“Everything okay,” you asked, caution in your voice.

“Would you prefer to tell her?”

Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t push any words through. He shook his head, and Sanji nodded, taking a breath as he met your eyes.

“Y/N, dear. Zoro and I were, uh… intimate recently. We thought you should know before we go further in any relationship with you.”

Your mouth parted slightly as you looked between them, Zoro avoided your gaze while Sanji’s eyes were soft.

“Intimate… Like?”

Zoro clenched his eyes and fists while Sanji stepped in, voice slightly higher than normal.

“Ph-Physically intimate, darling. I didn’t think the details-”

Sanji stopped as Zoro’s eyes seared into him. The blonde let out a tiny gasp at the intensity, the hard lines of Zoro’s face reminding him a bit too much of the other night, not too far from where they were sitting.

Zoro’s eyes flicked to the door, the memory of Sanji gasping for him making his body shake.

“O-Oh… Well, that’s great, you guys,” you breathed out, eyes a bit wide as you took in the tension between them. “If you want to be with me in a poly relationship, then you can be with each other too.”

“No,” Zoro growled. “It’s not happening again.”

Sanji looked down at the table, but he was sure you caught his small smile. He gave you a subtle wink that widened your eyes even more.

“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat again. “How about we talk after dinner? And it’s alright if you need more time to decide.”

Sanji affirmed while Zoro nodded, leaving the booth to give you room.

Zoro couldn’t keep his eyes off the floor, the shame and humiliation eating at him.

She won’t look at me the same way. And she still wants to be with him.

“Zoro?”

Your soft voice pulled his eyes to you, your face leaning down as you looked up at him softly.

“Yeah, Needy,” he said, his voice rough.

“Can I hug you?”

Zoro paused for a moment, feeling stuck in his own mind, but he opened his arms, and breathed in the scent of your hair as you hummed against him.

His mind fought to enjoy your touch, but he couldn’t tell if your hug was for pity or not.

He squeezed you against him, letting his body memorize the feel of yours before he watched you walk out of the galley.

“Moss head, can you hold on a minute?”

Sanji watched the struggling swordsman look toward the ceiling before turning to face him. The morning light was inching toward the afternoon, and Zoro’s face was etched with exhaustion, the light revealing just how dark his eyes were.

“What now?”

Sanji leaned against the counter as he lit his cigarette, watching the smoke trail up to the ceiling before speaking.

“I’ve already thought about this. I am serious about Y/N, and I am alright with sharing her with you. Please, really think this through. She wants to be with you, for some reason.”

“Not just me.”

Sanji scoffed at Zoro’s dark tone, his small words.

“No, our lovely angel has so much love in her heart, she deserves more than one person to hold it. I know it’ll be a difficult task for you, but I hope you can avoid being a dumbass while you decide if you want her love or not.”

Zoro flinched at those words, heat spreading through his body as Sanji stepped in front of him.

“Are you really going to say no to the possibility of being loved?”

Those words fell on them both, heavy and sharp, digging their claws in.

Sanji followed his question with another slow drag, bringing the cigarette to his lips as he stared Zoro down.

Zoro’s eyes were drawn to that mouth, his mind empty as he watched that tongue wet those soft lips. Those soft lips that curled at the edges, smiling while Zoro stood in silence.

Sanji’s eye that wasn’t hidden by that blonde hair was practically sparkling when Zoro finally met his gaze.

“Well, Marimo?”

Zoro turned and left, not sure what he would have done or said if he stayed a moment longer.

Sanji stood in the quiet, biting his lip.

An awkward silence fell over the galley as the three of you sat after dinner. Sanji loved the way you fidgeted with your fingers when you were nervous.

“Have you… Have you both had enough time to think about this?”

Sanji nodded, his heart practically beaming from his eyes as he answered.

“I have, sweet Y/N. I would love to enter a serious relationship with you, and I am willing to share you, even with moss head.”

You smiled, keeping your mouth closed as if you were holding it in before shifting your attention to Zoro.

He forgot all the words he’d practiced, but after a moment, he spoke into the quiet room. Letting himself feel.

“Me too, Needy. I wanna be with you.”

You let out something between a laugh and a sob, and reached both of your hands out.

Sanji grasped one, leaning down to kiss your soft fingers. Zoro squeezed your hand, breathing deep before questioning.

“So how… is this gonna work?”

Sanji and Zoro both resisted as you pulled your hands away, but it was only to wipe small tears from your eyes as you looked at them.

“Honestly, is it alright if we go through all of that tomorrow? We should check in after breakfast again, we can figure everything out.”

“Of course, my love. Would you like anything else to eat, dessert maybe? A drink?”

“I’ll take a drink,” Zoro huffed, gaining a frown from Sanji. But you laughed and agreed, so Sanji brought a bottle of sake to share.

Zoro and Sanji moved in, sitting on either side of you. Zoro wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and Sanji didn’t push him by leaning too close. Instead, he held your hand, occasionally letting his rest on your thigh, fingers tracing pretty shapes.

Little satisfied sighs kept leaving your lips, and Sanji wanted to cherish each moment of you looking so happy and relaxed.

Zoro kept drinking until he felt lighter, finally laughing.

“I know we’re talking about it tomorrow. But I… I still wanna know.”

“Know what,” you asked, head tilted up.

“How this is supposed to work,” Zoro questioned, gesturing between the three of you while Sanji stifled a laugh.

“Oh, I, uh. Well, it’ll work how we decide it will. We’ll need to be open and talk about our needs, and work it out together.”

“... Yeah, that’s good. But how?”

Zoro gave another small wave of his hand, and Sanji couldn’t keep from laughing.

“Shut up, idiot cook.”

You ignored Sanji, reaching to touch Zoro’s cheek.

“What do you mean, Zoro?”

“I believe I know what moss head means. He wants to know how sex is going to work.”

“It’s not like-” Zoro growled over Sanji’s laughter, squeezing you closer to his own body. You had to bite your lip to keep from joining in.

“It’s okay, Zoro. We’ll talk about that too, and work out what everyone’s comfortable with.”

There was a brief pause before Sanji let out a low chuckle, unable to keep his mouth shut.

“Marimo, are you wondering if our lovely girlfriend wants us to pleasure her at the same time?”

You yelped, and smacked Sanji’s hand softly, but all he did was lower his head to wink at you.

Sanji assessed Zoro, wondering how long it would take before the first mate admits what he wants.

Zoro stayed silent, arm still tight around you until you practically squeaked out a response.

“We don’t have to do that. But I would, um… I would definitely like to try. If you’re comfortable with it.”

Gods, she’s so perfect, Sanji thought as his body thrummed with desire.

Zoro took another swig of sake before looking down at you with a smirk.

“You are so fuckin’ needy.”

You poked at his ribs, squirming with happiness at the mischief on his face, and Sanji’s lips that were leaving soft kisses along your hand and arm.

“What? It’s true. Can’t even settle for two boyfriends, you need to have two cocks in you at the same time?”

Sanji heard the laughter in those words, glad to hear the swordsman loosening up. Those words could have been said in anger, but Zoro gave a deep, hearty laugh as you shoved against him playfully.

He’s got a good laugh.

Zoro felt light, and it was a relief. He hoped it wasn’t just the sake, he knew he hadn't gone anywhere close to his limit. Regardless, he wanted to remember how this felt, how relaxed he was with sharing you. He wouldn’t get you to himself, but he still got you.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Zoro leaned in, kissing your temple while you still protested against him, laughter shaking your body.

“Is that what you want, Needy? You want us both to fuck you right now?”

Zoro’s words came out husky and dark, and he smirked as you gasped, your body going still beside him.

Sanji hummed, letting his fingers trail along your bare thighs, just tickling along the edge of your shorts.

Your head fell back against Zoro’s arm, your breath heavy.

“Don’t forget to be honest, pretty thing. Do you want this?”

Zoro needed you to say yes. Your scent, and the heat of your body against him was overwhelming, especially after the last few days. He needed to be inside you, to watch you fall apart for him.

Fuck, I need her so bad.

“Yes. I want you both right now, please.”

Sanji moaned softly, and brought his fingers to trace along your clothed cunt, feeling a damp spot already growing from the thought of these two men taking you at the same time.

Zoro grabbed your chin, pulling your face to his, and claiming your lips. Zoro wanted to have you, wanted to take the feeling of you into himself, so he let his tongue dig into you while he ate your little moans.

Sanji kissed and touched where he could reach in their position, not wanting to push Zoro too far with his touch before the fun had even started. But the need in your voice had made him achingly hard, and he wanted to shower you with every pleasure.

“Our gorgeous girl is soaked through her shorts already. Let’s take care of her, swordsman.”

“Hold the sake,” Zoro commanded, handing the bottle to Sanji after taking another drink.

Then you were gasping as he twisted, grabbing your waist and pulling you up off the bench before sitting you on the table to face them, your calves dangling off the side to the bench between them.

“What are you-”

“I’m hungry,” Zoro teased, his husky voice sending shivers to both of his companions.

With a nervous giggle you laid back on the table, and let them both pull at your shorts until you were bare from the waist down.

Leaning on your elbows, your eyes rolled back in your head at the sight of both of their needy faces as they watched you spread like a meal before them.

“Come here.”

Your face, your skin, and your pretty little pussy took everything from Zoro’s mind except for need. Your wordless invitation of your spread legs had sent fire through him, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your delicious body toward him before plunging his tongue inside you.

Your back arched, and Sanji watched Zoro feast on you with such intensity that his mouth fell open. Sanji moved in closer, kissing your ankle and calf as his hand trailed along your hip and stomach. You reached out your hand and he grasped it, feeling his own body pulse as you crushed his fingers.

Zoro groaned into your core, sending vibrations through you before he brought his tongue to your clit, attacking while he shoved two fingers inside you.

Sanji let you rest your ankle on his shoulder as Zoro lost himself in you.

“Go easy on her, we’re just getting started.”

“You’ll get your turn, waiter.”

You cried out at that gruff promise, then stifled a scream as Zoro sucked your clit into your mouth, biting it softly as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside over and over. Sanji moved down the bench so he could trace his fingers along your lips, and you eagerly took them in, sucking on him as you fought your screams.

You were bucking against Zoro’s face now, and he laughed into you while he ripped the orgasm from your body.

Sanji felt dizzy as his focus kept sliding from your beautiful face, contorted with pleasure as you choked on his fingers versus Zoro’s feverish assault, his face near manic, dripping in your pleasure.

Zoro left a few kisses and small bites along your thighs as you caught your breath before taking the sake from Sanji.

“Alright, needy girl. Show us how much you can take. Your turn now, cook.”

Sanji wanted to argue, to step in that he was being too harsh with you, but the moan that left your lips when his turn was announced had his cock straining in his slacks, he could feel precum already leaking through the fabric.

Zoro pushed your knees toward you as Sanji scooted in, taking his place. Their thighs and hands brushed against each other, and Sanji held his breath, waiting for Zoro to freak out.

Instead, Zoro just moved down the bench toward your face, tugging at the bottom of your shirt.

“Take this off.”

There was no arguing with his voice, and Sanji moaned as you sat up, freeing your breasts so they bounced above him.

You smiled at him, biting your lip as he couldn't resist reaching up to caress and gently squeeze that warm flesh, rubbing his thumbs across your nipples.

Zoro cleared his throat, and you laid back with a smirk, his fingers trailing along your chest now.

Sanji stared down at the mess Zoro had made as he ran his hands over your thighs. The thought of tasting you after watching Zoro make you scream was almost too much. Sanji's mouth hung open, and he didn’t think he could last much longer with all of this.

I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.

Sanji tasted you, leaving a sensual kiss on your clit as you started moving for him.

“Gods, you taste incredible, darling.”

“Yeah, she does,” Zoro agreed, his hand forcing you to look at him while Sanji got started.

Sanji licked long, slow stripes through your folds, and you were already so sensitive after Zoro’s attack.

Sanji found your clit again, and treated it like it was precious, humming against your skin. He couldn’t help but smile when you reacted to his tongue ring, and he started to fall into the feel of you, nothing in his mind except for your sounds, your scent, and the way your clit started pulsing in his mouth.

Sanji started with two fingers, curling expertly until pretty moans left your lips.

Then you were twitching as Zoro’s fingers wrapped around your throat, the delicious sensation of it bringing you so close.

Sanji looked up to the sight, a hint of anger hitting his system.

Zoro chuckled, loosening his grip.

“Couldn’t you tell she liked it? Maybe you don’t know her pussy like-”

“Stop,” you gasped, not wanting to lose the high you were so close to. “Sanji I do like that, and I love what you’re doing. Please keep going, I’m so close.”

Sanji’s eyes rolled back at your beautiful whine, so he brought his mouth to your clit, and added a third finger.

He kept his eyes trained on you as Zoro choked you again. The sight was still hard for Sanji to sit with, but the way your pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise had him groaning.

Zoro loved the way your eyes were fluttering for him, letting his grip loosen, then starting again as you gave him small, hungry moans.

He tried not to think about the other person making you feel good, but kept glancing down at that blonde hair, and the heavy lidded eyes that watched his hand on your throat.

Zoro covered your mouth with his free hand while Sanji pulled an intense orgasm from you, your body spasming with waves of vibrating pleasure.

You fell limp against the table, Zoro’s low laughs and Sanji’s praises washing over you.

“All done,” you breathed out in question, voice rough.

“Fuck no, not even close.”

Zoro gripped your hair, the soft feel of it in his fingers making him want to rip you toward him.

Sanji cleared his throat, kissing your shins as he pulled away, always keeping his hands on your skin.

“Sweetheart, would you prefer to continue here or in a bed-”

“She doesn’t-”

“Bed, please.”

Zoro glanced down at you, your face loose from pleasure and he smiled, loving the way you hummed as you nuzzled against his outstretched fingers.

The glow of you distracted him so much that he didn’t notice that Sanji had moved and stood from the table.

“Why don’t you two head to Y/N’s room, I’ll follow with some goodies and supplies.”

Zoro huffed a laugh, trying not to notice the very clear evidence of Sanji’s desire tenting his dress pants.

“Don’t take too long, cook, or there won’t be anything left for you.”

Sanji ignored the threat as he helped you to your feet, handing you your shorts. He pressed himself against you as he kissed you, deep and slow. The overwhelmed cook almost cried at the moans you let him taste while he rutted his clothed, aching cock along your hip.

Sanji could have died at the whine you let out when Zoro pulled you away from him.

“Alright waiter, there’d better be booze with those goodies.”

Sanji headed to the cupboard with a laugh as Zoro watched you put your clothes back on, steadying you with his warm hands when you wobbled.

“I’ll be right there,” Sanji promised as he added some fruit and another bottle of sake to his platter.

Fuuuck.

Sanji waited for the door to swing closed behind you before grabbing a hand towel, and shutting himself in the pantry.

A soft hiss left his lips as he pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, holding his breath as he started to stroke the feverish skin.

He couldn’t believe he’d held off as long as he did, the sights and sounds of you letting them both taste you was too much.

Sanji remembered your back arching over the table while Zoro laughed, his face gleaming with your pleasure. He gripped the towel, taking no time at all to fill the fabric with hot spurts of come, slumping against the wall.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered as he caught his breath, cleaning himself up before running to get more of you, anything you would give him.

She’s a fucking goddess.

Zoro was smirking to himself as he led you down the hall, leaning to kiss your temple as you moved on unsure legs.

“Need me to carry you, pretty girl?”

“No,” you scoffed, the blush creeping up your cheeks feeling like a drug for your green haired escort.

“Don’t lie,” he whispered over your ear as you made it to your door.

Zoro watched you shiver as you stepped into your quarters, and he took a deep breath as he followed.

She still wants me.

The shy smile you gave him made his whole body hot. He couldn’t make sense of the way you made him feel. All he could do was act on it, so he pulled you up into a kiss, holding you as your thighs wrapped around his waist.

He kneaded the soft skin of your ass, and your fingers pulling the strands of his hair was sending shockwaves through him. Zoro forgot all the things he’d planned to do to you once that door was closed. He forgot that someone else would be joining, until the soft knock and lilting voice traveled in.

“May I come in, princess?”

“Only if you have booze,” Zoro demanded, leaning in to lick and bite at your neck and chest while you giggled in his arms.

Sanji balanced the tray on one hand to open the door, walking in to see you and Zoro melting into each other. His mind couldn’t help the flash of jealousy, and the worry that Zoro had found you first, that you wouldn’t feel the same for him.

But he shook it off, just grateful to be here with you.

And maybe with this stupid Marimo.

Ignoring that thought, Sanji set down the plate of sake, fruit, condoms, and lube.

“All four food groups,” you giggled as you reached for a grape.

You were so cute that Sanji wanted to squeeze you, resisting the urge to crush you in his arms while Zoro grabbed the sake.

Snagging it from him, you took a long swig before crawling to the center of the bed, pulling your clothes back off.

The boys stood silently, eyes burning into you as your skin flushed.

“Come here,” you spoke softly, reaching your hands out.

More clothes dropped to the floor, and your eyes flicked back and forth between them, gasping when they were fully nude.

“Who goes where?”

Zoro’s voice was low, raspy as he kept his eyes trained on you.

“Oh, I… I don’t want to pick.”

A nervous laugh left your lips, and you scrambled to your bedside table. You found a coin, holding it up.

“How about since you asked, Zoro, I’ll flip this and see if you get heads or tails?”

They both laughed, while Sanji surreptitiously glanced at Zoro, whose long cock bounced with the movement.

Damn, he thought, shaking the shivers away as you tossed the coin in the air.

You caught it, barely, but planted it on your arm before revealing the coin, heads side up.

“Is that alright?”

Zoro crawled onto the bed, answering your question with his lips on yours.

Sanji followed, smoothing his hands along your back, kissing your shoulder blades as he squeezed your hips. He snagged a condom and lube, then waited as you turned for him, melting into a kiss.

“Come on, needy girl,” Zoro teased as he looked your gorgeous body up and down.

Sanji moved behind you, whispering against your shoulder.

“Reach back and tap your thigh if it’s too much, angel.”

“You must not know our girl. It’s never too much, huh, kitten?”

Shivers ran over you as you dropped to your hands and knees, eyes on the bead of precum pooling on Zoro’s tip.

“Just tap if you need to, sweetheart. But I know you can take it. You’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?”

Sanji rubbed the condom and lube down his sensitive shaft, his words coming out darker as he looked at your sweet ass arched up just for him, your body inviting him in.

He looked up at Zoro, the image of him about to shove himself down your throat making his own cock twitch.

“Don’t be too rough with her.”

Zoro finally looked at him again, eyes narrowing as he glanced at Sanji’s cock, the intense girth making him frown slightly.

Sanji held in a smirk as Zoro met his eyes.

“How about you worry about yourself, and enjoy how much her pussy loves it when she chokes on my cock.”

He didn’t see Sanji’s open mouthed reaction to his words because your tongue had reached out, licking the precum, and swirling around his tip.

Zoro threw his head back, moaning softly as you slowly took more of him into your mouth.

Sanji shook with need as he smoothed his hands over your ass before teasing his fingers along your clit.

You were already giving gorgeous moans around Zoro’s cock when Sanji tested you again, three fingers curling inside.

Zoro was losing himself again, your beautiful noises vibrating through him before you’d even taken him fully. He gripped your hair, holding you steady, aching to just shove himself in your warm throat already.

“Quit playing around, this needy girl wanted two cocks in her.”

Sanji huffed a laugh, but brought his tip to rub against your clit, making your body push back against him, begging for more.

With a groan, Sanji held your hips in place, slowly pressing into you, your muffled moans getting more intense, more desperate as your body was stretched for him. The feeling of forcing himself into you filled him with guilt and need at the pain and pleasure you took from his thick cock.

You were whimpering around Zoro by the time Sanji was fully sheathed in you, and he shuddered before slowly pulling out to thrust back in.

“Fuck, angel, your pussy is perfect, sucking me in so well.”

Zoro closed his eyes at Sanji’s praise, feeling his cock pulsing on your tongue. He gripped your hair tighter now, looking down at your face, your eyes already tearing up.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you, Needy? Open that throat up for me.”

You nodded as well as you could, and Sanji gasped at how hard you squeezed around him when Zoro shoved himself into you.

Sanji wanted to stop him, but your moans and the spasming in your sweet pussy stole his words. All he could do was start thrusting into you harder, every movement turning you into a twitching, desperate mess.

“You’re doing so well, princess, just like you were made for it.”

The feeling of your throat squeezing Zoro’s cock while you whined and cried for him sent his head spinning.

And soon his own rhythm of fucking into your face was aided by Sanji pounding into you, getting more intense with each thrust.

Zoro met Sanji’s blown out eyes over your quivering body, and his mind flashed on the way the blonde had looked when Zoro had taken him in the kitchen. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, and the way his dick throbbed on your tongue as he remembered how Sanji’s throat had felt.

Sanji’s mouth was hanging open, your body, your scent all overwhelming him.

The way Zoro’s muscles tightened as he thrust into you, and the memory of those hands gripping his own hair as the swordsman took what he wanted.

When Zoro met his eyes and moaned, Sanji’s body spasmed, and he reached down to play with your clit, needing to feel you coming again before he let himself fall to pieces.

Zoro clamped his eyes shut, trying to focus on you, and not that blonde cook, but it was too late.

Two faces with red, swollen lips filled his mind, and the thought of them both taking his cock like this sent Zoro groaning, gripping your hair while his hot come poured down your eager throat.

You were already twitching as Sanji’s fingers danced on your clit, and he followed almost immediately as your orgasm tore through you.

He kept pushing through his own, helping you ride yours out while he panted behind you.

Zoro leaned down, stroking your hair and wiping tears from your cheeks. He smirked at your dilated eyes that were almost crossing as you relearned how to breathe.

Sanji pulled away to clean himself up, then brought a towel to your thighs, helping you lay down off your wobbly arms and legs so he could gently clean your skin.

“So Needy, was that too much for you?”

You shook your head, smiling as your body sank into relaxation. Zoro sat at the headboard, and pulled you until your head was in his lap. Sanji laid beside you, tracing fingers along your stomach and hips, your body shivering with pleasure at their touch.

“Mm, can you stay?”

Sanji and Zoro’s eyes met, Zoro quickly looking away as he cleared his throat.

“Who?”

Your eyes cracked open as your skin flushed, looking between them.

“Both. If that’s alright?”

Sanji took a breath, standing and pulling on his briefs before sliding into bed next to you without a word.

Zoro chewed his lip, watching you curl around Sanji's back, humming as you nestled against him.

He grabbed his boxers, and pulled the blanket over your bodies as he curled around you. He didn’t know where to put his arm, as it would curl over Sanji if he wrapped it around you in the middle.

He awkwardly laid it over the blanket, reaching it down along your thigh.

The contented sighs falling from your perfect lips filled Zoro and Sanji with warmth. They were both so grateful to be with you, especially now that you were theirs, their girlfriend, not just something casual.

But there was a new kind of tension now. A push against each other that tinged their past feuds with just a taste of heat.

The cook and the swordsman drank in the warmth and joy of you against their skin, but neither could shake that awareness, that knowledge of just how close they were.

Sanji’s breath was heavy as his body practically hummed in anticipation, and the uncertainty of how Zoro would react.

He thought of tomorrow, and if they’d go back to business as usual, or worse. Or if he even wanted anything to change with the first mate.

He’s such an idiot, Sanji thought, still feeling the inches of distance between Zoro’s fingers and his thigh.

Zoro plunged his face into your hair, hoping to drown in you. But no matter how much he flooded his mind with images of you, that stupid blonde’s face kept popping in, and he could practically feel how close they were to accidentally touching, like the pressure of magnets pushing apart.

I’ve got Needy. I don’t want anything else.

He repeated that thought like a mantra as his hand itched to stretch out. He finally rolled away from you, laying on his back as you slept, soft breaths lifting your chest as you stayed snug against Sanji’s back.

Grumbling at himself, Zoro turned away, pressing his back against yours, caging you between them as he fought his racing thoughts.

Sanji tilted, lifting his head to check on the movement. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Zoro turning away, closing himself off.

His own words poured through his mind, and he bit his lip at the thought that Zoro might keep saying no to the possibility of being loved. He settled back against you, his eyes drifting closed as sleep fell on this group of lovers.

Dumbass Marimo.

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cozage · 8 months

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It's me again, feel free to ignore this if you're only taking 1 request per person

Congrats on 2k followers ♡

I would like to request, option 1, the reader asking "can I give you a kiss? If you don't like it, you can can return it" with Zoro, Sanji and Luffy (if you can also with Law, Ace and/or Kid)

Thank you in advance, hope you have a lovely day ♡

Nonsense! If you send it in and I like it, I'll write it! This was a fun request too :) I would've done them all if I had the time <3

Characters: gn reader x Zoro, Sanji, Luffy Total word count: 740

Returned Kisses

Zoro

“Zoro!” you sang, skipping across the deck. “I have a question.”

Zoro groaned. Your questions were never as simple as you initially made them out to be.

“Can I give you a kiss?” you asked, your cheeks turning a cute rose color. “If you don’t like it, I can return it!”

Zoro scowled at you, trying to decipher your strange slew of words. “How do you return a kiss?” he asked. He set down the weights he had been using, trying not to sound too interested.

“I guess you’ll just have to see!”

His eyes scanned the ship. There was nobody else around. And he had to admit, he was curious how your lips tasted.

“Make it quick, then.” He sighed, trying to act as if he were apathetic to the whole idea, but his pinkened cheeks did not go overlooked.

Your lips pressed against his, and he could taste a distinct sugary sweetness Normally he hated sweets, but he found it quite enjoyable upon your lips.

When you finally pulled away, he quickly wetted his own lips with his tongue, desperate to get another taste.

“I think I’ll return it,” he said, looking at you.

“Oh.” Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Not very good then, was-?”

He pushed his lips back against yours with a sort of desperation and hunger that you weren’t expecting, and your mouth fell open in surprise against his. He quickly pushed his tongue past your lips, hungry for more of your sweetness.

When he finally pulled away, he shot you a cocky smirk. “Maybe you should try again later. I might not return it next time.”

Sanji

“Sanji!” You opened the swinging door to the kitchen, searching for him.

“Do you need something, my love?” he asked. “Whatever you want, I will gladly give you.”

“Great!” you smiled. “I was thinking I could give you something, though.”

“Me?” He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant.

“Yeah! I was thinking I could give you a kiss,” you offered. “If you didn’t like it-Sanji!”

The poor cook had collapsed to the ground, sent into shock by your offer. He seemed to be mumbling and babbling words, but you couldn’t make them out.

You knelt down next to him, pulling his head into your lap to make sure he was okay.

“Oh, Y/N love,” he whispered, finally coming back to his senses. “I had this strange dream where you offered to kiss me.”

You laughed. “I did offer to kiss you.”

His eyes were suddenly clear now, and very focused on your lips. So you bent down and pressed them against his own. You could hear his breathing become shallow, but you steeled your nerves and stayed there for a moment before you pulled away.

“If you don’t like it, you can return it,” you whispered.

Sanji’s eyes were practically hearts as he stared up at you. “Can I still return it even if I did like it?”

You giggled, crinkling your nose as you laughed. “I suppose so.”

“Good!” He reached up and pulled you back down to him, keeping his lips pressed into yours until Luffy ran into the kitchen looking for more food.

Luffy

“Luffy! Come here!” you called up to the captain. He was in his seat on the figurehead, like always.

“You come here!” he yelled back. Rubber arms extended towards you and whipped you up next to him. “What’s up?”

“Can I give you a kiss?” you asked. “You can return it if-”

His lips smashed against yours, and you could feel his mouth stretching into a smile. You couldn’t help but smile too, your head foggy with giddiness at his willingness to say yes.

He finally pulled away from you, his laugh filling the air around you. “That was nice.”

“I was supposed to give you a kiss, Luffy!” You were trying to scold him, but you couldnt wipe that stupid smile off your face.

“Do you want to give me one?” he asked, his eyes lighting up. “You can give me another one!”

You leaned back into another kiss, his arms already wrapped around your neck. He was trying not to be too eager, but once your fingers tangled into his raven locks, he abandoned all common sense and worked to devour as much of you as he could get.

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thebunnednun · 2 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 4

Part 3: Here.

Back again my loves!!~ Raise your hand if you wanna fuck the clown!

Reader gets sassy in the next one I promise.

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My request are open and a Dracule Mihawk x maid reader spicy story should be coming out soon this week.

On with the show!!~

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The dense foliage of the island's forest enveloped them, casting dappled shadows that danced across the forest floor as they ventured deeper into its heart. Your heart pounded with a mix of adrenaline and uncertainty, each step forward a silent testament to their resolve. Zoro and Brooks led the way, their presence offering a sense of reassurance amidst the oppressive silence of the jungle.

"So, what's the plan now?" Brooks voice was barely above a whisper, as if afraid the very trees might betray their presence.

Zoro glanced back, his expression unreadable behind the bandana that adorned his forehead. "We find the crew. That's our top priority."

(Y/n), breaking the silence as she scanned the surrounding foliage for any signs of movement. "They could be in danger if we don't find them soon."

"And what about Buggy and his lackeys?" Brooks's bony fingers tapped against the hilt of his sword, a subtle reminder of the looming threat.

"We deal with them if they decide to show up again," Zoro's grip tightened on his swords, a silent promise of confrontation.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you pushed through the thick vegetation, your senses on high alert. Brooks followed closely behind, his skeletal form swaying with each step as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.

The memory of Buggy's piercing gaze lingered in the reader's mind, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. There was something unsettling about the way he had watched them vanish into the foliage, a silent predator biding his time. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the symphony of nature.

Your footsteps were muffled by the thick carpet of leaves beneath their feet, the occasional rustle of wildlife the only indication of life in the dense jungle. Hours passed, each minute stretching into eternity as they searched for any sign of their missing crewmates.

The weight of responsibility pressed down on the your shoulders like a leaden cloak, each moment of uncertainty a silent reminder of their duty.

"We need to split up," Zoro's voice shattered the oppressive silence, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

You blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. "Split up? Your mossy ass can’t even find your way around town-"

"It's the only way we'll cover enough ground to find them," Zoro's gaze was steady, a silent command that brooked no argument. "You go east with Brooks. I'll head west. We'll meet back here by sundown." Before you could protest some more, Zoro had already vanished into the underbrush, leaving them standing alone with Brooks. The skeleton swordsman shrugged, a skeletal grin spreading across his face.

"Well, shall we, my dear friend?" Brooks's voice held a note of anticipation, a ghostly echo amidst the silence of the forest. You linked hands with the afro pianist and got to steppin. With a heavy sigh, you nodded, steeling yourself for the task ahead.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, a sense of unease settled over y’all like a shroud. What dangers lurked within the shadows of the jungle, and would you ever find your missing crewmates amidst the tangled maze of trees and vines?

And what of Buggy, the enigmatic clown whose presence loomed over them like a dark cloud? Would their paths cross once more, and if so, what fate awaited them at the hands of the unpredictable pirate?

Only time would tell as the reader embarked on their journey into the heart of the unknown.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes ahead caught your attention, and you froze, your muscles tense as you waited for whatever lurked within to reveal itself. You didn’t have much fight left, but you weren’t going down like that. However, instead of a threat, a familiar figure emerged from the foliage, his black hair and distinctive scar marking him as none other than Luffy, the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"Hey, guys!" Luffy called out, his voice ringing out through the forest as he bounded towards you with a wide grin.

"LUFFY!"

Relief flooded through you as you swallowed Luffy into a tight hug. Brooks joined soon after as the three of you quietly rejoiced. He tugged you both through the dense undergrowth, your heart lightened at the sight of your friends gathered together in a small clearing. Nami, Sanji, Chopper, and Usopp were huddled together, their expressions a mix of relief and concern as they took in the sight of you and Brooks emerging from the forest.

"Thank goodness you're all right," Nami said, her voice filled with relief as she rushed forward to embrace you. "We were starting to worry when you didn't come back."

"We ran into some trouble with Buggy and his crew," Brooks explained, his voice grim as he recounted the events of the encounter. "But we managed to get away before things got too heated."

Usopp paled at the mention of Buggy, his eyes widening in fear as he clutched his slingshot tightly in his hand. "Buggy?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "But he's one of the most dangerous pirates in the East Blue!" Sanji scoffed at Usopp's words, his expression filled with disdain.

"Please, Buggy is nothing compared to the likes of us," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "We'll take him down without breaking a sweat." But despite Sanji's bravado, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Buggy may not have posed a threat in that moment, but you knew that he wouldn't give up so easily. And with a bounty on your head, you couldn't afford to let your guard down for even a moment.

As you and your friends discussed your next move, a sense of determination settled over you. You may have escaped Buggy's clutches for now, but you knew that the real challenge lay ahead. And with your friends by your side, you were ready to face whatever dangers awaited you in the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

But as you glanced back towards the forest, a chill ran down your spine at the thought of the clown pirate lurking in the shadows, his piercing gaze following your every move. The encounter may have ended for now, but you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness. And with Buggy's watchful eyes upon you, the real battle had only just begun.

Wait…..

“ZORO!”

You slapped your hands over your mouth in shock as the surrounding birds began to fly away. Luffy and Nami turned towards you with a serious look passing between them. Usopp groaned as he pulled his bandana over his face. “My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice called toward you, ”Please tell me that he is somewhere close by?” You shook your head no and began to tie your sweaty hair away from your face.

“Welp, we’re fucked,” Usopp stood up and began to pace around. “I’m fucked, you’re fucked, we’re all!-”

Robin proceeded to slap the back of his neck effectively cutting off his speech.

“Zoro will be fine. He’s barely had enough time to even get lost on the island. Luffy and I will go search for him while you guys have a rest.” She took note of her bag in your arms and nodded towards it. You nodded back, happy to not use words as you realized your lungs were still burning. Robin gently pulled the bag from your arms and you sat down in the tall grass.

Luffy continued, “Nami and I will be back by sunset. If we don’t find him by then, Sanji and Usopp will take the next round. Robin and Chopper will-” you raised your hand and Luffy slowly tilted his head forward. “Robin, Chopper, and (Y/n), will go out next.” Everyone nodded towards the straw hat captain as he and the navigator set out.

“The funky clown was after her. I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to be on the move.”

“(Y/n) is her own person and she can defend herself. I think she doesn't want to be alone right now. I can’t stop her from wanting to help and find her friend.”

But little did they know, amidst the dense foliage and winding paths of the forest, another figure moved with silent purpose. His flamboyant attire stark against the muted greens and browns of the jungle, watched from the shadows as the reader and their companions disappeared into the distance.

A smirk played across his lips as he adjusted his tricorn hat, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. The game was afoot, and Buggy was determined to play his part to the fullest.

With a theatrical flourish, he melted into the undergrowth, his smile echoing through the silent forest like a harbinger of chaos.

Hours had passed before the duo came back without the mossy giant. Sanji and Ussop had no luck either. During this time, you had enlisted Chopper and Brooks to help chop wood and draw the layout of a wood cabin. The materials you compacted inside Nami’s bag would come in handy. (You really put those boys to work, lol.)

Chopper took the time to hug and smooth out your hair before getting to work. You appreciated the moment of comfort it brought you. Communication was touch and go for a while with your voice still recovering as you tried to ignore the other aches and pains.

At the very least, the foundation of the cabin was laid. Not to brag or anything but it was a very large cabin in the middle of nowhere. The nearby tree’s still offered privacy and there was plenty of farmland and a nearby waterfall/river. You also enlisted Sanji and Robins help in digging a basement with three levels. You and Sanji got to work on the bathrooms while Nami and Luffy set forth creating the walls for the second and secret third floor.

You personally saw to finishing the roof of the cabin before sending everyone to get started on the farm outside. There was no telling when you’d be able to get back your mission or when the ship would be repaired. Speaking of which, you had checked on the remains within the pouch inside Nami’s bag. Safe and sound, for now that is.

You all ended the day extremely tired and sweaty. You were happy in your abilities to create such a home for your family to live in during this uncertainty. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the sea. Especially with Zoro missing and that damn clown on the loose.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting an orange hue over the island, you and your crewmates gathered inside the now finished cabin. Sanji produced some matches and brought the fireplace to life, the crackling flames providing a comforting warmth against the cool evening air. Despite the chaos and danger that lurked in the shadows, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group, a bond forged by shared trials and victories.

As you sat by the fire, sharing stories and laughter with your friends, your thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Buggy and his crew. Despite the danger they posed, you couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity that tugged at your mind. Why had Buggy sought you out? What did he want with you, and why did he seem so fixated on your presence?

What was with that damn nose and why did your little smooch set him off?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when Brooks approached you, a concerned expression on his skeletal face. "(Y/n), are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem lost in thought."

You shook your head, forcing a smile as you turned to face him.

"I'm fine, Brooks," you reassured him, though the unease still lingered in the pit of your stomach. "Just thinking about everything that's happened today."

Brooks nodded understandingly, his hollow eyes filled with empathy. "It's natural to feel overwhelmed," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "But remember, we're all in this together. No matter what challenges we face, we'll overcome them as a team."

His words were a comforting reminder of the bond that held your group together, a reminder that you were not alone in this journey. With your friends by your side, you knew that you could face whatever dangers lay ahead, whether it be pirates, marines, or the treacherous waters of the Grand Line.

As the night wore on and the fire burned low, your crewmates settled down to rest, the gentle sounds of the jungle lulling you into a peaceful slumber. You, Robin, and Chopper began to venture out for Zoro. Sanji and Luffy would be keeping watch while Nami and Brooks got some rest. This whole ordeal was slowly starting to wear on all of you. Before you left, Nami passed you the dagger you dropped inside the big top. “Be careful out there,” she hugged you three before going inside.

And as you ventured off, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them with courage, determination, and the unwavering support of your friends.

Hopefully 8 hours of sleep.

Robin had regained her compass and you both took turn carrying Chopper. The beach was empty with no sign of Zoro or the Flashy fool. (Thank God!) But you couldn’t help but stand far, far away from where the man once lay.

As the night deepened, casting long shadows across the forest floor, a sudden rustling in the underbrush shattered the tranquility of the evening. You and your crewmates tensed, reaching for your weapons as you scanned the darkness for any signs of danger.

But instead of a threat, a figure emerged from the shadows, his distinctive red nose and flamboyant attire marking him as none other than Buggy the Clown. His toothy grin sent shivers down your spine as he approached, his eyes fixed on you with a almost teasing predatory gleam.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Buggy said, his voice dripping with amusement as he sauntered towards you. "It seems I've stumbled upon quite the little gathering."

He stood over six feet tall and sported a sexily teasing look. Maybe you were staring too hard because his angry green eyes flicked directly towards you. Time honestly just stopped there for both of you. Your (e/c) starbeds locked with his piercing green ones in a mix of curiosity and interest. Your whole body seemed to hum especially down there again-

Blinking hard, you bristled at the sight of him, hand tightening around the hilt of your dagger as you prepared for a confrontation. But before you could react, Buggy raised his gloved hands in a placating gesture, his grin widening.

"Now, now, there's no need for hostility," he said, his tone disarmingly casual. "I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I've come with an offer."

An offer?

You exchanged wary glances with Robin, unsure of what to make of Buggy's sudden change in demeanor. But before she could respond, Buggy turned his attention to you, a calculating gleam in his eyes. "I couldn't help but notice that you've lost quite the swordsman," Buggy said, his gaze lingering on your lips with a mixture of curiosity and greed. "And I just so happen to have a score to settle with him."

You bristled at Buggy's words, taking a step forward.

"What are you getting at, clown?" Chopper growled, his voice angry and anxious. Buggy chuckled, his grin widening as he took another step closer.

"Simple," he said. "I'll back off your swordsman in exchange for her."

He nodded in your direction, his eyes gleaming with avarice as he gestured towards you with a flourish. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down your spine as you realized what he was proposing.

You felt a surge of fear and anger rise within you, the thought of being handed over to Buggy like some kind of bargaining chip filling you with a sense of indignation. But before you could voice your protest, Zoro stepped forward from the brush, his expression steely as he faced off against Buggy.

He seemed as cool as ever, though. Rolling an apple in his hands and offering it towards you. You frowned and his grinned stretched even wider as he withdrew the apple and brought it to his matching lips.

You watched him take a sinful bite as the juices dribbled down his chin. That lizard part of your brain wondering what it would look like to have you dripping down his chin instead. His chuckle broke your trace however and he wiped his mouth with the back of his glove.

"Tik tok, cherry princess. There's no sea water out here to help you."

"Like hell I'd ever agree to that," Robin stepped forward, her voice dripping with contempt. "You think I'd trade one of my friends for some measly berry? You've got another thing coming, clown." Zoro walked past the clown prince like he didn’t even exist.

Buggy's grin faltered at Zoro's words, his eyes narrowing as he took a step back.

"Fine," he said, his tone bristling with annoyance. "But don't say I didn't offer you a chance. You'll regret turning me down, mark my words."

With that, Buggy turned on his heel and disappeared into the darkness, leaving you and your crewmates standing in the silence of the forest, the tension thick in the air. But despite the danger that lurked in the shadows, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at Robin and Zoro’s unwavering loyalty, a reminder that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always stand together as a team.

The tension lingered long after Buggy's departure, casting a shadow over the otherwise tranquil night. You and your crewmates remained on high alert, wary of any further threats that might emerge from the darkness.

Zoro's refusal to entertain Buggy's offer had earned him a mixture of admiration and gratitude from the rest of the crew. As the initial shock of the encounter began to fade, you found yourself filled with a newfound sense of respect for the swordsman.

"Thanks, guys," you said softly, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. "For standing up for me back there."

Zoro grunted in response, his expression unreadable as he stared off into the distance. "Don't mention it," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Just doing my job as your friend."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you could sense the underlying sincerity in his words, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that held your crew together.

Robin grabbed your hand tightly and the four of you began to walk home quietly and carefully. Buggy was clearly on the prowl and you didn’t realize how badly you were shaking until Zoro scooped all of you up to take you home.

You couldn't bring yourself to admit that it was from excitement though.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and unity among your group. You gathered everyone inside and were greeted sweetly by the best cook and best shot in all the seven seas. You added more wood to the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over your faces as you got ready to turn in for the night.

But even as you tried to push thoughts of Buggy and his crew to the back of your mind, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't shake the feeling that they would return.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the comforting presence of your friends and the shared sense of purpose that bound you together.

And as you settled down to rest once more, the comforting warmth of the fireplace lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within you, a hope that no matter what trials awaited you on the horizon, you would face them head on.

As for now, you were content with curling up around the rest of the crew and having a bath first thing in the morning.

But little did you know, just outside your window in the shadows stood a flashy man. His green eyes glowing in the darkness the lush forest had to offer.

Buggy was determined to meet you again and as he looked over your sleeping figure one more time it couldn't be more clear he was not giving up.

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