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a1x1n · 2 months ago

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i want soft dom reader with sanji. i just wanna call him pet names and give him compliments so he believes it for once, all while hes destroying my insides ofc

Sanji x Reader 🔞 (smutt with plot)

Part 1 Part 2 (wip)

A/N: HII i’m back! For some reason i have a lot of ideas for this fanfic. so i decided to split this into 2 parts. because it was already 19k words until i had to shorten it LMAO please note this is the first part. so things will start spurring up in part 2 which i already have a good chunk of it done, just please be patient! <3

word count: 16K

CW, this fic will contain nsfw mixed with angst… (also the use of “y/n” i try my best not to use it but i had to.)

Sanji’s back on the ship now. You and the Strawhats are heading to Wano. But something’s wrong with Sanji. He hides it well from the others, but it’s clear that you and Luffy can tell something’s off. He’s more distant. I mean, who can blame him? Having to go back to your abusive family after years of trying to forget the horrible things that happened to you? That’s a kind of pain you couldn’t even imagine.

But still it hurt you to see Sanji so depressed.

Once a cook who was happy and always ready for anything, he’s turned into someone who seems chained to the kitchen. Cooking being one of his coping mechanisms, of course he’ll give the crew random dishes, even though none of them asked for dinner yet…

“Thanks, Sanji!” the others will cheer, seeing the delicious plate in front of them. So many different dishes, ones that originated from all over. A lot of them looked rich, complicated, and honestly, it was kind of clear he was going through something. The harder the dish, the more his heart must have ached over what happened. He couldn’t stop thinking about the words his father spat at him before he left that island. Wounds he thought were healed, buried—just seemed to rip open again the moment he was forced to face the truth about his past.

“Useless.”

“Disgusting.”

Every time Sanji closed his eyes, all he could see were his brothers laughing at him. Bound in that cage. That damn metal helmet forced on his head. The hopelessness he felt when they said he was weaker than them. Not like he didn’t know that already. Of course he knew.

It’s all they ever said to him, every day, just to break him.

He was cooking all day. He’s tired. His hands feel kind of weak now. It’s like he’s made every dish you could possibly think of for his friends. The sink had a couple of plates, forks, butter knives in it. When he turned around, he saw the mess he made himself. Pots. Bigger spoons. Tools scattered everywhere. He sighed at the sight. Rolling up his sleeves, his hands moved numbly grabbing the sponge and soap. He picked up a plate and started scrubbing the leftover sauce or food that stuck to it. His mind was blank. He tried not to think of what happened. Because if he isn’t thinking about that, he’s thinking of nothing. His eyes were empty, just staring at the plate, his reflection faint in the center. His fingers shifted slightly with each new utensil he cleaned.

Once Sanji finished, it was time for a smoke break. The apron he wore was now off and hung on the wall by a hook.

Grabbing his pack of cigarettes, he opened it only to see one left.

Damn.

There’s no way he smoked that much, right?

He scratched the back of his head, trying to replay the day and count how many he actually had. Didn’t really help much.

But he knew that one cigarette wasn’t enough, not for the shitty few days he was having.

He sighed, taking the last one and stepping outside. The sun was just going down, a soft red and orange glow casting across his face—and the Thousand Sunny. Looking out at the water was… something he could stare at forever. The ocean matched the sky’s color. Sparkles of light danced on the surface, and down below, little fish swam close to the Sunny, as if they were following it. Gentle waves hit the bottom of the ship, making a soft whssp sound each time water met wood. He enjoyed the view. The weather was nice, too.

A soft but cold breeze brushed across his face, making his hair blow gently with the wind. From behind him, he could hear soft, slow familiar footsteps. But he couldn’t tell who it was He narrowed his eyes at the thought of having to talk to someone but he didn’t mind it, either.

God, these emotions he had were so mixed. Can’t he just be a normal fucking person—?

“Hey…”

voice was soft, followed with a casual small smile. You leaned gently on the railings of the ship, only your fingertips gripping the flat, white painted wood. You were nervous. You’d noticed Sanji’s behavior ever since you all left the island. The change in his energy. The way he’d isolate in the kitchen, pouring too much of himself into meals no one even asked for. You’d wanted to talk to him about it for so long, you had so many things you wanted to say. But now, standing beside him in the orange-pink light of the dying sun, your mind felt blank.

Nervousness? Definitely.But not because you were scared of Sanji’s reaction. It was more the fear that maybe, nothing you said would comfort him in the way he needed. Sanji wanted to seem like he was as happy as he could be. But he definitely didn’t have the energy to keep up the act he’d been putting on all day.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said, offering a seemingly genuine smile. “What brings you here?”

You saw through it immediately. That smile wasn’t real. And you were determined to get the truth out of him.

“Nothing,” you replied, trying to sound casual as possible. “Just noticed you here. Thought I’d say hi. You’ve been in the kitchen for a while, no? Cooking so many meals for us lately.” You fake-chuckled, pretending like the conversation hadn’t been rehearsed in your head over and over again. You knew how you wanted to start. The hard part would be seeing if you could keep up with him and his emotions, if he’d actually did open up.

Sanji snorted softly. “Well, yeah. Can’t leave my crewmates going unfed. What kind of cook would that make me?” He avoided eye contact. His gaze stayed fixed on the waves below. He started to lightly ruffle his hair with one hand—a habit you’d noticed before. You weren’t quite sure if he even realized he did it when he was nervous. Maybe it was just instinct. He ruffled it with the same hand holding his cigarette. The tip burned slowly down. A small pile of ash had formed on the railing in front of him, scattered where he kept flicking it without much thought.

“I suppose that’s true,” you murmured, resting a finger gently to your chin. “You sure you’re not going through something right now?” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you looked at him. He could feel it, that weight of your concern hovering over him like a shadow. He knew what you were trying to get at.

But he didn’t want to talk about it. Not really.

“Why would I be going through something?” he replied, shrugging a little as he flicked the cigarette again. Another bit of ash fell lazily down to the small pile. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t need to, he already knew you weren’t buying it.

“Well, that thing with your parents, and the wedding.” His face looked relaxed like you’d just brought up something as casual as the weather. Sanji exhaled a small stream of smoke. “Your point being?” He finally glanced at you. But it wasn’t full eye contact, his head stayed facing forward, his eyes just shifting halfway toward you. “As much as I love you for the fact that you care about me, and that you’re worrying… you’re overthinking this.” He turned his body a bit, finally facing you. His expression unreadable, tone still calm. Detached.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

Yeah. Right.

Like you were gonna fall for that.

You crossed your arms, “Riiight…” you dragged out the word, especially the middle syllable, just to make it very clear you weren’t buying anything he was selling. “And I’m not supposed to believe those five-star meals are just you being a ‘good cook,’ huh?”

You finger-quoted that last part for emphasis.

Blunt? Yeah, maybe.

But pretending everything was okay wasn’t your style. Never has been. And honestly? You didn’t think it should be anyone’s. Watching Sanji throw himself into this exhausting act putting up smiles, serving meals like clockwork, burying his pain in butter and saffron, it was starting to wear on you.

It irritated you. Because you knew. You both knew. This wasn’t fine. And he hadn’t said a damn thing.

Not yet, at least.

His body flinched by your words, just barely. but you saw it. “What are you trying to say?”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Sanji?”

“No.”

His expression wasn’t angry. Just tired.

“I knew. Ever since the day after we left the island.” You added, voice softer but firmer now. “The dishes. The overly used smile you’ve been wearing all day. it doesn’t feel like you.”

He avoided your eyes again. That same move. That subtle withdrawal. You knew how hard it must be for him, someone so used to hiding pain behind charm to be confronted like this. But he’d left you no choice. What if no one ever talked to him about it? Leaving him to carry the weight he’d been dragging since Whole Cake Island? He would’ve drowned in it. And that thought alone made your chest ache. You didn’t even want to imagine what kind of dark place he would’ve ended up in, how much more depressed he might be by now if no one reached out. His jaw clenched a little. The cigarette burned too low for another drag, but he didn’t flick it away. Just held it there.

“I told you… I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly near the end.

You didn’t interrupt. You waited. Watched him as he seemed to wrestle with the words in his throat.

“I..” a big exhale from his mouth, making his chest move up, and down slowly. “I talked to Luffy,” he insisted. “We already had this conversation. I told him everything I needed to say. He understood. So, yeah—I’m fine now.”

He nodded like he was trying to convince himself more than you. But you could see it.

That was only half the truth. He did talk to Luffy. You could see the impact it had on him. But there was something he still hadn’t said out loud. Something still gnawing at him.

“So you talked to Luffy, and that magically made your problems go away?” you shot back, your tone sharper now. “That’s it? All better? Wow, I should just talk to Luffy about all of my problems if it’s so easy.”

Sanji stiffened.

“Why can’t you just accept the fact that I’m fine now?” finally looking at you “Can I not talk about my family? I’m getting irritated.” He snaps his head toward the ocean.

You took a step closer. You weren’t angry, not really. But the way he kept trying to brush everything under the rug like it didn’t matter, it was maddening.

“No, Sanji. I’m not looking for anything. I see it. In your face, in your hands, and face when you give out food. The way you can’t even finish a sentence about yourself without having to switch it to the other person.”

He turned his head sharply, jaw tightening again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The silence between you both felt heavy He looked away again. His voice came softer this time. Almost like a whisper. “I want to be okay…” he said. “I want to be okay. That talking with Luffy really did fix it. But..” His voice broke completely then, cracking in the middle like something inside finally gave way.

“But it didn’t.”

“It’s hot,” he exhaled through his mouth, pulling at his collar, his fingers shaking. “The heat is pissing me off… Why did it get so hot all of a sudden out here?!” But it hadn’t. The weather hadn’t changed. The breeze was still cool, the sunset still soft on both of your skins. He was overwhelmed. He didn’t want to say any of that. Words came out like they were pulled straight from the pit of his stomach. You could see it in his face, he was upset at himself for letting it slip. Furious that he has to feel this again for the same reason. His shoulders were tense, his hands trembling.

He still hadn’t looked at you again. “Sanji,” you said softly but firm enough to break through whatever storm he had spinning in his head. He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched again, his chest rising and falling too fast. You could hear how uneven his breathing had gotten, like he was stuck between wanting to talk and cry.

So you reached out, slowly pressing a hand to his chest. Right over his heart. His breath caught, it’s gotten just a little slower by your touch. You could feel it beneath your hand, his heartbeat, fast and uncontrollable… As you stood there, it started to slow down. And strangely, your own breath began to match his. Like your presence alone was helping him find steady ground again. That’s when you leaned in, arms sliding around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug.

Tucking your chin over his shoulder, wrapping your arms snug around his neck, your fingertips lightly brushing against his hair at the nape. The way you held him. You weren’t letting him slip through the cracks again. Sanji froze. Like the warmth of you against him stunned him more than anything else could’ve. Then slowly, awkwardly, his arms came up around your waist. His hands hesitated, hovering for a moment before they landed fully, fingertips flinching at every new place they touched, like he didn’t trust himself to hold you right. But eventually they settled.

He melted into your hug slowly, like it was something he didn’t realize he needed until his body gave in to it. The ship creaked faintly in the background, the distant waves and the sky. In this moment, everything else faded into a kind of quiet that pressed gently around you both. His chest rose and fell against yours fast at first, then easing.

“…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your voice barely rose above the sea breeze. Like you were afraid too much volume might shatter the moment. There was a pause. Not stiff. Just long, Sanji was replaying what you said in his head. Did he really want to talk about it? If he did, would you see him as weak? With the time he had to think about it. He agreed, sighing deeply but slow of relief. “Yeah.” His voice cracked just a little. But there was no shame in it.

You pulled back gently, just enough to see his face, but you didn’t let go of him. His eyes didn’t meet yours, not yet. But his hand found yours as if on instinct. Fingers brushing, testing… then curling around yours with quiet need Hand in hand, you started walking across the deck, your footsteps light on the wood beneath you. Sanji led you toward his room. For the first time since these past few days, he finally had someone to be honest with.

The silence in Sanjis room was very bothersome, you both didn’t know where to start. During the silence, you examined his room. You’d been in Sanji’s room before. Dropped off spices he asked for, borrowed a deck of cards once. Stood awkwardly in the doorway while he scolded Luffy for sneaking snacks. So you knew how he usually kept it. Tidy, and practical. A little stylish without trying too hard.

But now? It wasn’t a mess. Not completely. But it wasn’t like him. The desk in the corner had two books stacked neatly, but another one sat open next to them pages creased, like he meant to finish the paragraph and never came back. A pen rolled to the edge, dangerously close to falling. His drawers weren’t closed all the way. One of them hung halfway open, and inside you could see clothes that looked like they’d been folded once and then shoved in quickly, half of them sticking out like he lost the energy halfway through.

Even his scent usually sharp and warm, like cloves with a mix of tobacco and the faintest trace of cologne. It felt duller in here. Lingering in the corners like it hadn’t been refreshed in a while.

“I thought…” he hesitated, breath catching and scratching his blonde wavy hair at the top of his head. “I thought if I just gave them what they wanted, if I let them use me, marry me off, then it would stop. All of it. And no one else would have to get dragged into it.”

He let out a shaky breath, brow furrowing.

“And I know it was stupid. I know that now. But back then?” He shook his head. “It made sense. Giving up on myself made sense.” You didn’t move. Your eyes stayed on Sanji jas be poured out his heart.

“I felt horrible,” he muttered. “For leaving. For not saying anything. For the way I looked at all of you when you showed up to bring me back.”rubbing at his jaw, eyes still on the floor like he couldn’t bear to meet your gaze, he can’t believe he’s really saying everything. His voice cracked again. “But instead I got put on blast. Everything, everything I ever tried to forget about myself, just thrown out in front of them. Nami, Brook, and Chopper…” His voice trailed off. He sucked in a breath, like it physically hurt to name them.

“I saw the way they looked at me,” he whispered. “Not in disgust. Not pity, either. Worse. It was shock. Like they couldn’t even imagine the version of me that came from such a family. And for a second, I hated that. I hated that they had to see it.” His hands curled tighter in his lap.

“I wanted to keep everyone safe. Leaving was the only way out, especially with the circumstances we were in. And then,” He scoffed suddenly.

“Luffy.” He spat the name with a frustrated smile tugging at his lips, like it made him feel pathetic just to say it aloud. “That idiot had to come find me.“ He shook his head, biting back the next sentence. “I still pushed him away. Hit him. Told him to go home.”

His voice dropped to a whisper again, low and splintered. “He stood there and took it. And then he waited. Didn’t leave. Didn’t fight back. Just said he wouldn’t eat unless it was from me.” There was a silence that stretched long between you. Sanji’s shoulders had sunk now, like the weight of it all had finally dropped fully onto him.

“…I don’t know if I deserve any of you,” he murmured, barely audible.

You let the silence sit for a moment, not out of hesitation, but to make sure you both heard what he just said. Every word. Every broken, twisted thought he’d turned into truth in his head.

“Don’t say that.”

His head lifted slightly. He didn’t look at you. Just the wall. The floor. Anything but your face.

“I mean it, Sanji. Don’t ever say that again.” You cupped the side of his face for you to meet eyes.

“You think what you did was wrong, and yeah, it was reckless. It hurt us. It hurt me. But you did what you thought you had to do to protect the people you love.” You shifted, turning your body more towards him, your knee brushing his. His hands were still clenched in his lap. You reached for his hand, carefully. Your fingers brushing his knuckles first, then curling gently around them.

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve us.”He looked at you now. His eyes were wet, his jaw tense. “You’re not some burden we’re dragging behind us, Sanji,” you whispered. “You’re… you, You don’t understand just how enough that is.”

Rubbing your thumb slowly along his hand. “I missed you.” your face burned up a bit. “I was so worried about you. I missed you because this ship doesn’t feel the same without you, I loved waking up to your scent of love. walking through the halls smelling like smoked goods and burning toast in the mornings.”That got the smallest, most cracked half-laugh out of him. You looked down at your joined hands, then back up at him.

“So yeah. You messed up. You’re not perfect. But none of us are. And if you ever say again that you don’t deserve us, or me, I’m gonna get Nami in here.” That made him laugh more, a little more louder than before. His shoulders loosened just a bit.

“Okay?” softly giggling softly. He nodded. Slowly. His hand gripped yours tighter

“…Okay.”

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a1x1n · 2 months ago

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Not a concubine nor lover—just you.

2.4k W.C

Your relationship with Sanji has been going great! Even with some rough patches he’s always there to help. They care about you so much, and want to make sure that it will be different this time. He promised to love you unconditionally;they kept that promise.

[Warnings] implied fem reader, references to past abuse(not from Sanji), implied past sexual trauma (not w Sanji), orthostatic hypotension if you squint, he/they Sanji, Sanji monologues a lot sorry :(

[A.N] A gift to @/mwahgo for the oneshot (18+)they wrote. This is a continuation. Ignore how ass it is i’m not exactly a writer. Not beta read but edited from the first one i sent directly to mwahgo. (cause i wanted to expand) Expect grammar and probably tense errors. pacing is wacky and a jank LOR(line of reasoning). Kinda hard to understand if you didn’t read the other oneshot. sorry :( yippee i love phylum mollusca :3

Weeks have passed since their relationship bloomed. You’ve become much more lively and outgoing than before. So much life shined through and it spread to the rest of the crew. All of their big smiles and laughs echoed throughout the ship every day even in the toughest hours.

You still often tick back to old habits that were engraved into you. Apologizing for things you did not do or crying over a slight tone change. Those reactions were trained into you. What felt like years of constant pain and suffering had been reprogrammed to be felt like paradise. Whenever breaking it, you were punished and reticulated. It was hard to get rid of something that was trained into you.

Though ever since Sanji came into the picture, all was good. They always made sure to reassure you. Always saying that it was not your fault or warning you and communicating that he is upset;that he is not upset at you. Sanji never advanced onto you either despite his flirty personality. They always made sure if it was ok to touch you, always asking permission before continuing.

One evening when everyone was asleep there was a delivery which was a plushie. You bought one for your silly indulgences and you adored them a lot. A black cat plush which was larger than your head. You had to make sure to fluff up the little (big) guy before snuggling all night.

The next morning, all cheerful and happy because Sanji was coming back from shopping to restock the food supplies. When you heard the light footsteps that were traveling towards the kitchen you darted there to greet Sanji. In your excitement you ramble to him about the new plushie you just got.“I got a new plushie today! My 3rd black cat plushie to be exact!”Your face lit up in excitement and joy as you told Sanji about your silly indulgences. To your surprise, he took interest.“I would love to see it, my love”, they softly purred, which made you freeze for a moment. You felt so confused, astonished even—was this normal? Luckily someone else came into the kitchen snapping you out of shock. They were saving you from responding to Sanji at that moment. It was Nami. You looked at her before grabbing Nami and dragging her towards the women’s quarters where Robin was resting and reading a book. Closing the door with a kick causing it to slam. You forcefully sit Nami down to talk. You then looked at them with a confused expression and asked them, “Is this normal or am I going crazy?”

Both Robin and Nami were confused at this question due to not having any prior context. Thus you took a deep breath and began explaining quickly.

After explaining everything in a very frantic manner you asked the question again, “Is this normal or am I just not used to it? I just find it really odd that someone asks for such a thing with such manners—“

Getting cut off by a soft knock at the door all the girls got startled before opening the door to see Sanji standing there.“My dear, may I see the Cat plush? I am curious.”Their grin showed genuine interest and warmth. Again something you were perplexed about—why is he showing so much interest? Alas, you went to the bed where the plush was laying down and hugged it. You began to walk towards Sanji to show him the little (big) cat plush. The plush was big and soft all black except the eyes. You simply then turned the plush towards Sanji so that their eyes met with the push’s. He chuckled softly and patted its head.

“The biggest hug I would ever receive..” Sanji's hands travel down to the soft paws giving them a nice squish. “The eyes are like crescent moons. It is really cute! You should bring the little(big) guy whenever you want to cuddle. I bet he would enjoy some with you too.”Sanji then leaned down, stopping before his lips met your skin. You nodded and then they gently kissed your forehead “I will be cleaning up the kitchen, Goodnight dear. Goodnight to you ladies as well.” Sanji gave a flirty wink before closing the door and walking back to the kitchen.

“See what I mean? They’re being so polite over my stupid indulgences. I feel like most people would just not ask to see it and if they did give more of a short response like ‘cute’ or whatever. This is different, what is this?”You rambled as soon as Sanji's footsteps became faint.

Nami very quickly started with a more sad smile. “I think you are just not used to it—he is just being nice.” You gave a soft smile and then happily said “I love my partner.”

“And I can tell he loves you too.” Nami responded and then gave you a hug. Holding you tightly. Nami knew about your past and it broke her heart to know that someone as kind as yourself would be subjected to so much pain. Robins eyes peered over her book observing the situation. Her face was unreadable but you could tell she was scowling at the thought of your past relationship.

Something began to crack within your mind. As if walls were being broken down. Something began to strain within you. It left like you were getting slowly stabbed. Your chest felt heavy. This feeling was almost identical to how you felt that day. A sinking, dreadful feeling. Though this wasn’t dreadful. It was just so much of this feeling that it was suffocating.

“The difference between actually being loved vs. lusted over like your last partner” Robin mumbled under her breath, her face still buried in her book. You heard Robin just enough. Her remark eased the tension in your shoulders you didn’t even know you had but then just made you even more confused. That simple sentence made you completely nonplussed. Eyes wide and hazed over trying to figure out what you’re feeling. Of course that is true but you could not understand why you felt so conflicted.

Then a soft creak of the door brought you back to reality to see Chopper. He was all groggy and wrapped up in a blanket. His fur all messy from him probably tossing and turning. Poor baby’s ears are way too good at hearing. “You guys were being loud… And I also wanted to say that what is happening to you is very wonderful and joyous.” He softly smiled at you and walked towards you giving you a piece of candy. It’s not often the little reindeer gives away his candy. He must’ve really wanted you guys to shut up. Chopper then yawned before making his way back to the ajar door and closing and making his way back to the bed. His small hooves echoing through the hall softly.

“I’m glad but also sad you realize you were lusted after. It’s so gross that it happens to people.” Robin said breaking her silence. Her eyes still not leaving the book. You sat down on the bed next to Nami with your hands in your lap still holding the piece of candy Chopper had given to you.

“I always knew I was lusted over—logically speaking, but I think mentally I felt like it was genuine love still. You guys made me realize that I am safe now. That it won’t happen anymore.” You were trying your best not to cry at that moment. You clenched your fist tightly that would probably leave some marks later on. The realization finally hit you like a truck. The walls fully broke, you felt reawakened. So much anxiety was finally lifted and it was rejuvenating. Your body trembled from the sheer amount of emotions that you were experiencing. Nami then flopped back onto the bed and sighed dramatically.“Jeez don’t you just love womanhood?” Nami quips to lighten your tension. To even further help she pulls you down with her making you let out a small yelp. She laughs and grabs your hands tightly to try and calm you down.

“I’m happy you’re in a better relationship now.”Robin smiled at you, closing her book to head off to bed.

Nami then grabs your face with both hands squishing it “Don’t let no stinky man treat you like that anymore! Bop that motherfucker!” She yelled a bit louder than she should have in your face. Nami let go before moving to try and catch some sleep. “You should also go to bed. You seem way too tense. Sleep it off.” Then Nami clicked off the light leaving the room in darkness. Your eyes wandered eventually leading to the cat plush. You then frantically grabbed the cat plushie and ran to the kitchen. You need to talk to him.

You were crying, tears pouring down your face blurring your vision. Though you got up too fast causing you to collapse from a sudden change in blood pressure while running. You had to thank him—you needed to tell them. You got back up and continued to make your way to the kitchen even as your body was telling you to sit down. That you where going to collapse if you didn’t. You had to thank Sanji. To thank him for truly loving you.

You bursted through the kitchen causing Sanji to get startled, dropping one of the plates they just cleaned into the skink. Thankfully it didn’t break. Seeing your very unstable frame he quickly wiped their hands in a towel before approaching you to make sure you do not fall. He still doesn’t touch you, grabbing the back of your shirt and leading you to a chair to sit down. They kneel in front of you before going to cup your face to see if you would back away. You instead accepted it. They cupped your face gently to get you to look at him. “Hey dear, is something wrong?” He tilted your head up and saw you puffy red eyes and the tear stained cheeks. They looked so worried for you and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “What happened to you, my love? What is on your mind?”

His voice was soft and gentle; so pure. Your arms hugged the poor plushie tighter. You look up at them and give him the biggest smile.“Thank you for loving me, Sanji.” You then broke down. Sobs of joy filled the kitchen. Smiling happily at your partner that finally made you truly realize that you are loved. That no longer will you only be loved as an idea.

Sanji smiled happily as tears began to form in his own eyes. They wipe theirs off with his sleeve. He looked at you with such love and care. Impulsively they hugged you and held you close. Realizing what he just did they began to pull away. Instead you hugged him back. Their arms then confidently wrapped around you. He was so happy to savor this beautiful moment with you.

“I love you. I am so happy for you. Thank you for sharing this moment with me. I love you for you. I’m following you so you no longer need to be scared. I cannot bear to see you in such a tragic state again. Your pain is something that never consumes you to that level.” Their face tucked into the cook of your neck as he softly reassures you. His gentle tone and the warmth of their body made you feel like you where worthy of living.

Sanji patted your head to soothe you, still holding you in a tight, warm embrace. After a few sniffles he pulls away. Their eyes were red and his cheeks slightly shining under the lights. He held your hands gently.

“My dear, please sleep with me tonight. I want to hold you as we drift off to sleep and dream of each other. I want you to have no fear of me sleeping in the same bed as you. Let me gently love you.”

You nodded and they swiftly picked you up in his arms and carried you to their room. Placing you gently on the bed before tucking you in. “I’m going to get ready for bed my love. I will only be a minute. I promise.”

Just as he said he came back within a few minutes and joined you on the bed. Carefully wrapping their arms around you and playing with the plush you were still tightly hugging. He hummed softly—continuing to hold you in a loving embrace. Their presence lulled you to sleep. You felt so safe with them. You didn’t need to worry anymore. He soon joined you, holding you tight. Always making sure, and even at night that you are comfortable. “I want to be different for you. No one deserves to be driven that low. People never should be punished for doing their best. Their best is the best that they can do. You are doing your best. I am so proud of you, my love. You have made it so far. I’m glad you’re back to feeling like yourself again. I know in the beginning you needed comfort in the way you understood. I gave it to you to help I knew it wasn’t the best for you but…at that moment it’s what you needed. Now you no longer feel the need to be loved that way. Know this, I will never be upset if you don’t want to be intimate with me anymore. I did not fall in love with you because of that. I fell in love with you as who you are. I love you, let us dream of each other.” You softly cried during his small ramble. Once he finished you turned around and gently kissed him. Even all over his face which made him chuckle a little.

“Dear.. calm down first.. I know you get a little impulsive when you’re emotional. I want to make sure you’re in the right state of mind when doing this.” They said softly grabbing your face gently. “You are amazing. May I kiss you your tears away? They do not suit you.” You nod then Sanji begins to lay light pecks on your wet cheeks. He then pulls you into his chest, and kisses your head. “Goodnight love, sweet dreams.”

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a1x1n · 3 months ago

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YES GIRL 😍😍😍😍

Luffy is lowkey what keeps me reading fanfics😛

Anyways here’s a random things I think is so Luffy

Luffy would color in any tattoo for fun if his partner (platonic or not) allowed him ofc. Constantly asking where the markers are every time you showered his masterpiece off. He would be so focused on making it better than the last. But alas his ass has no artistic skills so it’s shit. It’s the thought that counts. He gets so happy then you show them off. It makes him just bounce off the walls!

Luffy 100% oral fixation. I don’t think i need to say much more. Always enjoys something in his mouth. Thus he resorts to food. Once he find something else that is more convenient WOAHHHH CHANGED MAN(not really). He would def try to eat his pillow in his sleep.

I feel like he picks at his skin/nails just because he needs to do something all the time. Also Nami paints his nails so he can pick at the paint and not his poor body.

meow meow luffy 🩷🩷🩷😍😍😍‼️

Warnings: suggestive, swearing

This literally is so amazing I love you

@a1ko-tanaka

Like weather

Luffy isn't consistent, first he wants orange juice, then whines for apple juice. He wants his blanket to be heavier then tosses the blanket aside because it was too hot, he constantly changes his mind for things... but that helps him to be more open to more "opportunity" !! Or so robin says...

You didn't find this little thing of his to be annoying, you were intrigued. Especially when he started coloring your arm tattoos, and he just couldn't make his decision on the correct color or drawing or place or tattoo or arm it was pretty exhausting. His intentions changing sometimes was unexpected

Ever since you spent the night with this man, he's been eating... Well more than usual. Biting his now painted nails, biting his pillow, chewing on his food longer.. I mean, he already was and is a big back so this surprised no one

A few weeks of this and you decided to ask him! Because why not? He DID say to get more comfortable.

"I don't know.. it doesn't taste as good anyway!"

You were at the dinner table when you asked him, grabbing some of the crew's attention. But they never turned. It was just a normal question on a normal day of Luffy acting weird on a daily basis, no one really questions him anymore anyway

You weren't really surprised either, you just kept eating sanji's amazing food, not even bothering to look at him

"doesn't taste as good as what?"

You said while in-between eating and drinking your food.

"you! You taste so much better than food" he said pouting, like there was someone behind this it was targeted at you

...what? (Was your reaction) BITCH HUH?? (was everyone else's reaction... Because they're normal)

There wasn't chaos, really, it was just sanji holding Luffy in a chokehold, nami choking on her drink, robin.. trying to act cool.

(you are NOT non chalant robin)

Zoro was asleep, chopper and ussop confused. Mainly chopper, ussop was too occupied in saving Luffy, brook cood and twirled like he isn't making this situation worse (he KNOWS what he's doing)

Franky didn't say a word, but it didn't act as well as robin did, jimbe was the only one expecting this and acting natural. He then proceeded to process what he just said and thought this was normal (oh jimbe, you innocent innocent man) Zoro was laughing his ass off, having the time of his LIFE for this after he woke up. As long as sanji suffers, it's a good day.

and LORD knows what was running through your dirty ass mind

Yep. Just a normal day in the sunny! No chaos at alll

You didn't survive the relentless teasing.

(you LIVED with these people)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS I LOVE YOU but anyway this literally became my source of motivation to write most of these

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a1x1n · 3 months ago

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Just Between Us

- ☆ - Sanji x Reader

- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!

- ☆ - 12k

- ☆ - a/n: ♧ reposting this fic because tumblr nuked it from the tags. if you ever happened to find the original two-parter floating somewhere lmk :3 ♧

- ☆ - tags: ♧ reader is a member of the straw-hats ♧ light!voyeurism ♧ teasing ♧ fem!reader ♧ some subby!sanji and dom!reader but Sanji-kun is a true switch :3 ♧ panty sniffing ♧ begging ♧ male!masturbation ♧ cum play-ish ♧ leg fetish(?) ♧ body worship ♧ humping ♧ Sanji gets a nose bleed so there will be mentions of blood ♧ idk how else to tag this but reader teases sanji and he's a lil desperate cunt-slut ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

“Bye, guys! Stay safe!”

Seated on Franky’s mechanical shoulders, Chopper waved back at you. His adorable laughter drifted past the treelines along with their farewells and energetic chaos fleeing towards another mini adventure. One you would not be a part of this time.

The rest of the crew left you on board with the promise to return soon as they scoured for supplies on an inhabited island, but with the way Luffy sped away— and Nami shouted after him— you knew there wouldn’t be much hope reigning in the Captain’s excitement.

You could trust Luffy to disrupt a plan and completely derail a simple situation. His shouts and the crew’s calls for him to slow down faded faster than the dust he left behind.

The seconds ticked.

You held your breath.

Standing alone, you listened intently for the silence to shatter the way you have become accustomed to— only to hear nothing but the squawk of birds resting on the mast. Undisturbed and unthreatened. Without so much as a song or laughter to burst, the ship rocked against the crystal waters of the shallow shore as you stood on the massive boat.

The world quiet, the view serene.

“Yes!” You let out an excited squeal, stomping your feet on the grassy deck in a silly dance of freedom and peace. “It’s finally quiet!” You shouted, laughing to yourself when no one answered you but the flaps of the wind against the furled sails above you.

There were no shouts other than your own, no arguments or explosions— no disturbances of other people. Finally! After five weeks of non-stop excitement and open sea, you twirled, jumped and danced your butt off with no one to interrupt or insult your ridiculous display of glee because you were alone!

“They all left, yes, yes!”

You sang merrily, taking up space with wide arms and a beaming smile.

You loved the straw hats. Travelling with them has been the most thrilling adventure of your life. They were amazing! Incredible, free-spirited— but sometimes, when the songs turn repetitive, and the merriment mutates into mayhem, you just want time to yourself.

Having grown up alone, you had become accustomed to the stillness of an empty room. It was comforting, the calmness of your own company and the hyper-independence it developed. A stark contrast to the life you started with your new makeshift family, and after so long of bumping and sharing space with colourful, loud personalities, you were thankful for the chance to stretch your arms and lay on the soft grass.

A moment to unwind, relax, and hear nothing but the waves below and revel in the tranquillity of solitude.

“Now, iced tea on the deck or a long bubble bath?” You mused out loud, whistling while making your way to the kitchen, “or both?” You paused up the stairs.

You sought to utilise all the time you had with maximum relaxation — with the way Luffy screamed over the odd-looking animal that stole his fruit; reading a book in the bathtub right now would guarantee no disturbances or uncomfortable attention for a while. No long lines or perverted interferences. You could take your time soaking in the warm water, and if they arrived by late dinner, they would find you already sated, happy and relaxed in the kitchen.

Right, decisions finally made, you went back down the stairs.

First, you needed your book back from Usopp, who swore he would finish and return yet never did, so you made your way to the boy’s quarters. They have lockers with their names, so it wouldn’t be too difficult unless he stashed it somewhere else, hopefully, the room wasn’t too messy— “Damn,” you heard someone hiss, a low voice that stopped you in your tracks, followed by inaudible murmurs that most definitely belonged to a man.

Fuck. Just like that, your good mood died, snatching your solitude away before you had the chance to indulge in it fully.

There was someone else here wrecking your fantasy and all the excitement of relaxing alone. No one ever said you would be guarding the ship with another person, yet the sounds of shuffling filled you with instant disappointment as you stood outside the room with the door slightly ajar.

You eyed them carefully through the crack, peeking in to seize a glimpse of who was ruining your day of fun, only to catch a wisp of blonde hair and a streak of smoke before you heard him hum something to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket, clearly undressing.

Oh.

Swallowing your nerves, you spied from the slim gap through the door— watching smooth, slender hands loosen and tug on the tie around a pale neck until it slipped out and neatly folded on the dresser in front of him.

You paused, disappointment somehow melting as something else fluttered through your body. Something hot. Something wicked and indecent thumped an ache in your core as you watched him unbutton his top collar.

Then the second.

Third.

Unwittingly, your thoughts began to drift. Obliviously slipping into a heated dream envisioning how his strong hands would feel on your hips, your waist, gripping your supple skin when he presses you into his chest. The hot wisps of smoke and spice fogging your perception when he tilts his head down to yours, lips soft and slightly parted…

Sanji rolled his neck, popping the tension that released a low hiss from him, startling you out of the fantasy you unknowingly faded into before a sudden realisation rooted you to the spot— you were watching a man undress.

You were watching Sanji undress.

You only needed your book— a simple noise or shuffle would make your presence known, but you watched Sanji rake his fingers through his hair instead and toe off his shoes, standing in the middle of the room.

You weren’t all that sure about the layout of their quarters, considering you were usually respectful— but you could tell Sanji was closer to the beds and had a medium-sized dresser beside it with a sink and mirror in the corner. The room was spacious, bigger than the girl’s quarters, including a sofa and table in a sunken spot nestled in the middle of their room. It wasn’t as disorganised as you pictured. A lot of colourful knacks matching different aesthetics, but they all had a place that belonged to them. A piece of individuality.

You leaned back, hoping you went unnoticed by the man who often sang for your attention— and Nami’s and Robin’s, and any pretty girl he laid his eyes on. He was shameless, obscene. Yet there you stood, watching him unwind and strip ever so slowly exposing a physique you never expected from the ship’s cook.

The wavering sense of guilt drifted from your consciousness, fading into a vague afterthought with every second you spent gazing into the rift through the door as if it were luring you into depravity.

You wondered why you held your breath when his humming stopped.

Say something before—

His tired groan flushed warmth on your cheeks as you ducked behind the frame, shamefully peering into the room and watching him finish unbuttoning his blue striped shirt with deft fingers. Gingerly unclasping the buttons one by one until the shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Over soft skin and hardened muscle.

It was almost elegant how he shifted his cigarette with his teeth to avoid the tiny trickles of ashes from falling on his suit, then gently placed his black jacket on the bed with grace you couldn’t fathom as he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders in the same motion.

Brightening the room, hitching your breath.

Sanji... he was beautiful.

In a gentle sort of way, with poise, strength and a style all his own. In an amorous way that kept you fixated on his toned back. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, and the cut of his well-defined abs. In the sense that had you admiring the grace of his movements and all the years he must have spent perfecting them.

You have watched him work while travelling with the strawhats these last few weeks. For no other reason than admiration, at the time, because you respected his power and the regency of his fighting style. But now, in the absence of stubborn rivalry and heart-eyed temptations— to glimpse the softness of his smile for yourself was like witnessing the shimmer of undisturbed water shining in the light of a spring day.

Peaceful.

A smile all his own, no snarky comment or perverted leer to taint the innocence or sincerity of his expression— you could only describe it as pretty.

It had you clutching the hem of your sundress, crouching down slightly when his lithe body sauntered from your sight. Was he preparing to take a shower? Did they have their own private facilities? Or is he about to walk out and catch you and your hidden decadence for unassuming men?

Your mind raced with questions, mixing with a perverted sort of fascination you dared not to admit, leering behind the door that hinged on the stillness of your presence.

Sanji turned back to your frame, humming another tune that was all too familiar when music played merrily on the deck. He sounded at ease, his voice carrying through the room softer than the smoke that swirled around him.

You bit back a smile, unintentionally slanting into the door, craving more than a slim peek into the room. deeper than a glance, especially when his hand inched towards his pants.

His movements were effortless— if it were not for the click of the buckle and the loud snap of leather, you would have missed how he unclasped his belt with one hand and yanked it fluidly with one rough tug out of the loops.

Fuck, that should not have been as attractive as it was, yet heat flushed anyway like it was coursing through your blood vessels, pumping your heart into a sensual beat out of its control. As much as you wanted to deny it, and turn your guilt away, it forced you to realise how difficult it was becoming to justify your presence— and even tougher to care about the intrusion of Sanji’s privacy.

He would have done the same, right? Though Sanji would have been less conspicuous and ten times more audacious, it was still innocent for you. For now.

“Where’s?” He mumbled before a soft aha came right after, a blue towel appearing in your field of vision. Hard muscles and a lean torso shifted through the gap, his back to you as he fiddled with something you could not see.

Your gaze lingered, slinking down every tight ridge and exposed skin you were blessed to witness.

There was a beauty to him you had not seen before, a tenderness to his features you only noticed now through the sliver of light. The colour on his cheeks, the tilt of his lips, the little curl of his eyebrow most people teased him for. There was something feminine about it— a spark of gentility he may have inherited from his mother, not that you knew much about that, just a softness he seemed to be blessed with.

It was admirable how he took excellent care of his things too. Rolling his belt, setting aside his cufflinks, buffing his shoes, even hanging his shirt over the chair to be later washed and pressed— you know he did after Brook thanked him for kindly ironing his shirts as well.

Perhaps there is more to him than silly sexual deviances. More than hazy eyes over full tits and round ass-cheeks. Sanji was diligent. Thoughtful. Tender.

Whereas you were the deviant leaning in a little too intently now, your perverted gaze following the veins on his forearms as he stretched them above his head, emitting low groans when his back pulled tautly and the muscles constricted tight.

You squirmed, the sounds of his groans and sighs making you clench your thighs as you watched him stretch, then admired himself in the mirror, rubbing his chin over the dark hairs you wished he wasn’t thinking of shaving. You liked the facial hair— almost as much as his ass when he leaned forward to splash some water on his face.

“Wait..” you murmured out loud without thinking. When did he snuff the cigarette?

Shame filled you instantly. Sanji’s ass distracted you for too long because now he was wiping his face with a clean blue towel, droplets of water rolling down his sturdy neck before they were selfishly wiped away just when you began imagining licking it off his skin.

You huffed, your feet planted to the floorboards, unable to speak louder than a tortured gasp while your thighs cinched to ease an unpleasant ache when he ran his hand through his hair again, with pretty blonde strands falling wet over his face. Over sweet eyes and high cheekbones.

It was exhilarating, intrusive, and extremely impolite, yet you could not turn away or apologise for the violation, too mesmerised by the physique usually clad in lavish suits. Only witnessing a faint glimmer of the man you had never known before— lurking behind the shadow of the door frame that separated you from him and spared him from your wandering stare.

There was a clink and a small flame before the smell of smoke wafted through the door once again. A thick cloud of vapour swirled around Sanji as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and basking in the serenity of the surrounding silence. Much like you wanted to before you became lustfully distracted, spoiling his privacy. Invading his space. That guilt you previously estranged yourself from inched back into your consciousness as Sanji sighed softly, looking every bit of the peace you intended for yourself earlier.

Your teeth latched on your bottom lip, nervousness churning, desire twisting into a sick delusion— your prying had to end. Even Sanji deserved the politeness of privacy.

So, you turned to leave, determined to ignore all you had seen, just for the floorboards to creak under your weight when your feet shuffled a little too loudly.

Your body stilled, you felt your pulse explode, and excuses and apologies were ready to spill from your trembling lips as you whipped your head back to the door— only to freeze when you caught him unbuttoning his pants.

He stood there, shirtless, hair damp and dark pants low on his hips as the zipper rang louder than the blood rushing in your head.

A smothered gasp escaped behind your hand, an inaudible “Oh god,” choking out beneath the pleasured grunts you heard through the wall. Sweat beaded down your temple, somehow feeling hot and sticky despite the chilling wind that ruffled your hair, tickling the flushed skin of your chest as your breathing quickened.

He was... touching himself— idly, lazily, using the heel of his palm to rub on his crotch as it steadily grew into a heavy bulge pressing into the teeth of the zipper.

“Fuck... ”

You squeaked, thankfully no louder than his own low grunt.

His teeth peaked through his smile, chuckling at something past your sight. His smile was sultry, his laugh airy. Thank God, no one could ever see the creeping blush up your neck over Sanji. Or feel the stickiness that marred your panties over the sight of his erection lewdly shaped beneath the fabric of his dark pants. The man who needed blood transfusions whenever he saw a pretty girl.

You would have felt humiliated if you weren’t so distracted. And breathless, lightheaded, and not to mention wet.

His ridiculousness was why you never noticed these things before, like the slenderness of his long fingers, or how his sharp jaw clenched to keep the cigarette in place— or the elegance of his strides across the room to place his shoes in the locker and hang his suit jacket before stepping into the sunken sofa.

A new light, a new Sanji to you— a voyeuristic secret you could never confess even through the stuttered breaths of your own arousal.

Shit, shit, shit!

He was right there, facing you— yet unaware of the glowering eyes and thundering pulse a few feet away from him. At least, that’s what you hoped as you watched him throw his head back over the couch and rub the back of his neck tiredly— teasing you with a view of his sculptured body and the heavy tent straining against the zip of his pants.

Fuck… he was a vision. Perhaps if he had a fraction of this elegance towards women, he would have them falling at his feet, begging for his attention— panting his name— raking your nails down his smooth chest.

Caressing him the way your fingers unconsciously mimicked on the door as you pressed yourself against it, tits hot and heavily squished into redwood, desperate for cool relief on your flushed skin while straining to see past the hem of his pants. He was so close, yet out of reach, as you watched his hand run down his neck, gliding it on his chest sensually before grasping the chubb that had him sighing lowly into his own touch.

“Just a little,” he groaned, rubbing on his cock lazily, as if he was convincing himself to indulge in his own pleasure, “before they come back.”

Oh god, oh god.

You weren’t in the right state of mind to be making decisions when every grumble and low hum of his vibrated straight between your thighs. Pooling slick in your panties that had you chewing on your bottom lip to sanctify some sanity when heated arousal rushed through your body.

“We have time,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to tug down his pants a little more, dark blonde tufts of hair peeking through, giving himself room to breathe with his underwear sliding just beneath it. His chubb was fat and still hidden, but you could see the tip twitch with every squeeze of his abdomen, teasing himself with the friction rubbing upon his dick. “uhh, yea, please.” He moaned a sweet sound seeped in desperation, his eyes closed and hips jerking, playing his fantasy out loud, his hands clenched by his sides. “Touch me, please, I’ll be good”, he whispered, smiling as he did, a flush colouring his cheeks. “Jus’ for you, yea? All you. Pretty girl, make me so hard.” He choked the last word, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a steady breath of air before clenching it back in his teeth.

You were a mess.

You had to stop, turn away— breathe.

Sanji was begging, whining to be touched as he bucked his hips, using his abs to move his cock in his pants. Edging himself in a fantasy you only hoped to be a part of— but you could never dare to interfere. Your chest heaved, nipples taut and stroking against the door, gripping the handle so it stayed put even as your legs shook from the pressure to keep you upright.

Leave, you had to leave.

Move your feet, release the grip on the door and shift your weight to the side.

You manually counted your breaths, ripping your gaze from Sanji’s pleading stare.

Leave, just leave.

“Don't leave,” he whined, sitting upright. “at least let me watch you too, it’s only fair.”

It was as if a wave of cold, salty, ocean water dunked on you from the way you shrieked at the sound of your own name.

The door creaked, opening wide, betraying you by exposing the statue you had become and on the brink of collapsing from shame or even darting from his sights if you could have managed to work your knees.

Though his eyes were free from shock or disgust, he looked almost excited. Eager. The cigarette clenched in his wide grin; hair pushed back— you could see how his eyes glowed.

You gaped back at him, shock contorting into a dry wheeze you couldn’t control while his smile curled into a light chuckle, amused by your flustered expression.

“Don’t leave,” he repeated, the invitation sounding almost kind coming from his lips, a charming smile hidden behind an obscene request while tugging on his pants when his hard cock pressed too tightly in its confines. “Watch me, please.”

Sanji asked you not to leave.

Sanji said your name while asking you not to leave— not to leave watching him masturbate.

Your breath fell past your lips, frozen just outside the bedroom door, your blood still humming through your body. You were stuck. Mortified. No matter how many times you rephrased or repeated it in your head, you could not move or answer him in anything but a squeak. “Why?”

“Why not?” He countered, striding towards you, bulge still prominent. “You’ve been watching me the whole time. Why stop now?”

“No! I-I didn’t mean to—”

He nodded teasingly, “you liked it.” Sanji snickered when you snapped your mouth shut, your denial ruined by the searing shame choking your words as he stalked closer. “I liked it too,” he said lowly, “made me so hard.”

“I wasn’t—” you huffed, desperate to explain yourself despite the way your gaze flickered down at his chest with every pathetic stammer. “I just wanted- and then you- it’s only—”

Sanji laughed, waving his hand dismissively with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, twirling a ring of smoke between you. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. No harm in a little peeking,” his teeth flashed prettily, excitement shining at your bashful glances towards his shapely crotch. “If you want, maybe you can make it up to me. I’d hate to tell the rest of the crew what you did.”

“How?” You hated how timid you sounded, so you cleared your throat and stood straighter, only taking a small step back when he got closer, heart thundering and not at all bothered by his proximity. “It’s not like I’d let you watch me. I know what you’re like.”

“Do you?”

“Y-yes.”

His curly brow quirked up, amusement glossing his tone, “You don’t sound so sure, dearie.”

“I know you’ll just brag about me looking at you as if I’m some horny perv lurking around the boy’s room—”

“But you are,” he interjected, taking a slow drag of smoke and blowing it downwind. “I wasn’t the one caught lurking—”

“This time!” You bristled from the accusation, digging an accusatory finger at his firm, muscled chest, lingering a second too long before snapping. “You’re the one always butting in when the girls bathe. You’re the one trying to sneak a glance when we change! You’re the rude one!” You shouted, guilt clawing in your chest when all he did was smile. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, okay? But don’t make me out to be a pervert like you.”

Sanji rubbed his chest sadly, palming the exact spot you touched as if he were cherishing the contact with his big hand sprawled on his own skin. “Aw, darlin’,” he cooed with a cute pout on his lips, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” you shrieked a little too quickly, “I-I mean, yes! When you—”

“When I undress?”

“God!—”

“When I rub my cock?”

Your cheeks burned, a strangled whine slipping before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip, “That’s not! You—”

“I, what?” he purred, tilting his head down again, the simmering scent of smoke tickling your lips, “you can’t even look at me in the eye, but you had no trouble watching me stroke my cock to you. Did watching me make you wet, darlin’?”

The lie spilled in an undignified splutter, the word no holding too many syllables when you tried to say it.

His laughter chimed in your ears, a vibrant sound that brightened his face, and though he was laughing at you, a part of you softened from the sight. Mesmerised by it.

Pretty. Shimmering waters.

Somehow, it helped you release a steady breath, perhaps for the first time since you discovered him. Putting you at ease and in control.

Taking another step back, it was easier to blurt out your next half-lie. “I wasn’t watching you, I came for something.”

“Is there any chance that thing being me?”

“There is a better chance I slap you if you don’t back the fuck up.”

“Promise?” Sanji chuckled, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. He invaded your space again, smoke and soap stroking your senses while his hands stayed respectfully by his sides. “Wow, dirty words sound so pretty when you say it.” He tilted his chin, inching closer, lips inviting, “Say fuck again.”

In your head, you slapped him. You pushed past his large, dominating frame, and went on your way to enjoy the bath you had planned and forget all that you have seen.

In reality? In the sensuous bubble of arousal he encased you in— the curse tickled his lips in a low murmur. Like a pre-emptive kiss he savoured by swiping his tongue on his bottom lip just so he could taste the words you teased as an insult.

“Again,” he pleaded, slanting you into the wooden railing. Gripping the beam. Almost chest to chest. Almost touching.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “you.”

“Please…again..”

“Sanji—”

“mmhh..”

“—fuck… you.”

“Shit.” his laugh strained into a desperate husk.

You could almost taste it. And you wanted to, to taste him that is, because you could tell he was cracking. In a singular moment, you turned the tides on him, taking the upper hand and the dominance he flexed exposing you. And like a switch, Sanji was pleading— his adams apple bobbed, lips parted, eyes blown. Not anything like the charm he exuded earlier. He sounded helpless. Distraught. Struggling against the invisible line you still held between you, yet honouring the boundary you have placed because he was still a gentleman.

You admired that.

Part of you— the wretched, drunk on lust part you shoved in a cage most nights to escape her fantasies— wished for him to push the waters and break the barrier. To feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His hands, his lips.

His eyes shined instead. Hooded and sparkling a desire you mimicked with your slow breaths.

The birds squawked above, and Sanji finally found his voice.

“Can I masturbate to you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re so pretty, so tempting,” he said. Flexing his grip on the beam as if it were a lifeline. “I loved it when you were watching me. If you don’t want me to touch you, that’s fine. I won’t push you. But please, watch me. And I promise it will be just between us, okay?”

You squirmed. The words of rejection faded faster than they formed while you tried not to shrink under his pleading stare. You could feel your back pressed against the rail, digging into your skin as Sanji stood tall, shirtless and strong— caging you with his hand gripping the wooden beam right by your hip. Your bodies close, breaths hot and almost in sync, yours just a little shakier as you contemplated his invitation.

To watch him. Openly.

Why was it so daunting with his permission? With his lust blown eyes homed in on yours. Longing for something more than your stuttered breath to brush his skin.

Even in the open air, all you could feel was the heat raying from his bare chest and the twinge of smoke fanning around you. His arousal straining yet inches away from contact with your thigh he keeps achingly out of reach. It was just him, you, and the birds sitting on the mast, but it felt like you were locked in a steel cage with hundreds of spectators waiting on your next move.

You couldn’t hear them above the raging waves of your own thoughts. However, it was hard to stay objective when the currents that pulsed in your blood rushed between your thighs, dousing you with a tender ache that was becoming harder to ignore.

When you took too long to respond, his smile faded. “I’ll leave you be—”

“Sit back down,” you commanded, pushing on his chest and smiling when he shuddered beneath your palm.

Sanji grinned. He took your hand, your name spoken softer than any ballad as he whispered it into your skin and placed a kiss to accompany the warmth it spread. “Yes, my lady.”

In the depths of his eyes, you fell. The world blackened and you plunged deep into his domain. Into his desires.

Tethered only by the delicate hold he kept of your hand, you stepped into the room behind him, keeping your head up despite the nervousness that swirled within.

The anonymity you deluded yourself into believing snapped when the door closed behind you. Sanji was freakishly deceptive. Of course, he knew. Of course, he was teasing you. But the genuine plea that shined in his eyes made it impossible to walk away.

He looked so cute. So masculine and vulnerable at the same time. You wanted to see more of him it drove you right into the lustful fog that blanketed the space in between.

When he released your hand, you found yourself missing the contact of his large palm clasped in yours.

Sanji took his place back on the sofa, thighs spread, and lips parted in breathless excitement. But before anything else happened, he snuffed his bud in the ashtray in front of him. “You can walk away any time you want, sweetheart. No hard feelings or awkwardness, okay?”

Your shoulders visibly relaxed, unaware they were ever tense, but it made you smile anyway. Grateful for the reminder and the familiarity of his gentlemanly deference.

“I know,” you give him a genuine smile, “just between us, yeah?”

“Of course, darlin’.” His smile mirrored yours like the glimmering waters they are modelled after. Putting you at ease and in control once again when he affirms; “Just between us.”

With a deep breath— you cooled your expression, while his eyes shined as an air of apathy befell around you.

There was no turning back from this, and as you stood there, shielded from the cooling wind and the anchoring weight of the door you once hid behind, you realised that you truly didn’t want to.

You were inside.

You had his attention. You could watch him— Sanji, undress, and pleasure himself without anything obstructing your view or fixate on the shame twisting in your gut this time because he invited you in. Led you by the hand while you pretended the contact didn’t ignite anything.

That the warmth of his hand clasped in yours didn’t buckle your knees when you stepped over the threshold. Or that you could still feel the brush of his lips on your fingers.

You could continue pretending none of it mattered because this was just a game, and you were good at playing games. You could play this one with him too.

“Sit back,” you ordered after finally finding your voice, “—and show me what you were doing.”

“Fuck,” his hands fumbled.

His excitement forced you to chew on your bottom lip to surpass a snicker. It was endearing, but you held onto your indifference like a vice. You were looking forward to seeing him unravel.

“Keep—” he swallowed thickly. “Keep talking to me like that.”

“Like what?” you watched him palm his cock through his pants again, his erection growing harder with the new stimulation beneath his hand. “Tell you how I like to watch pretty boys touch themselves?”

“uhh-ha,” Sanji choked softly. “You think I’m pretty?”

You crossed your arms, smirking when his attention locked on to the swell of your breasts curving over the top of the dress, flashing delectable skin that had him swiping his tongue hungrily. “I think you’re a little pathetic,” you shrugged, “and predictable.”

His lip tilted. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“Hmm, well, you can have a little more decorum, though. Be a little less obvious too.”

He chuckled airily. “Not when I’m stroking my cock to you, darlin.”

Sanji shifted slightly, dragging his pants down lower and exposing more of the dark blonde trail that led past his waistband. Taunting you with a flash of skin you couldn’t turn away from. “Want to see how hard just looking at you makes me?”

A smile peeked through despite your best efforts. “I can see well enough from here.”

“That’s not what it looked like before,” he teased, cupping his balls through the fabric. “I thought you might fall through the door from how far you leaned in trying to sneak a peek.”

“I wasn’t—”

“I thought we were passed the bashful lies, sweetheart?”

You peered down at him through your lashes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck from his sultry gaze.

Neither of you said another word for a minute as the room filled with Sanji’s breathy sighs. He was using his abs again, clenching them and bucking his hips to rub his cock against his pants. The friction making him grip the sofa. His lips part.

Your thighs cinched watching his reddened tip slip through when his pants slid further down. He looked wrecked already. Pearly dribbles of pre-cum smeared over his abs, trickling over the toned lines and ridges with every jerk of his hips, adding a lewd sheen to his skin as the rise and fall of his chest quickened.

Just standing there stumbled whines from his throat, you wondered about the sort of sounds he would make into your neck.

“Sanji”. His gaze snapped up. “Use your thumb for me,” you said softly. “Rub on your slit, I want to see your tip get sensitive.”

“Sh-it, like this?”

“Good boy.”

He moaned.

“Oh,” you grinned. “You like that, huh?”

Sanji nodded timidly, his blush darkening when his control slipped. He didn’t mean to confess such a kink, but the way you purred the praise sent shockwaves up his spine. Made his cock twitch, hand tremble.

“I like how you talk to me,” he confessed lowly. “Your voice, how it sounds when you say my name. How you lower your tone, or your breath catches when I groan— fuck. It drives me crazy.”

You hummed playfully, nibbling on your bottom lip when he canted his hips into his hand rhythmically. Now completely free from the confines of his slacks, his cock stayed caged in his fist, his shaft long and slender throbbing with a hue that matched his cheeks as pre-cum slicked loudly, coating his fingers in its sticky mixture while you stood there ignoring the wetness soaking your own panties.

“You look desperate already, Sanji-kun.” You teased lightly, hiding your hands behind your back so he couldn’t see you dig your nails into your palms. “Do you like being watched that much? I can see you leaking, your cock is so wet, and we’ve just started. Are you going to cum so soon? That’s sort of pathetic, don’t you think?”

“I can’t help it,” he groaned, damp blond strands falling over high cheekbones. “It’s like your eyes set me on fire. Igniting everything that sits under my skin, burning me through, it feels so good, it almost hurts. Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t imagine what would happen if you touched me. Your hands on my chest, your sweet lips on my neck. If you so much as leaned into me, letting me breathe in your scent, uhh-shit- I’m ashamed to admit I might cum untouched.” His throat constricted, seizing his words into a tortured rasp. “Darlin’, for my sake, for my sanity, you have to stay back and let me just watch. Let me look at you and imagine all the ways you’d set me alight with just a kiss.”

“Would you let me?” you asked breathlessly. “Kiss you, I mean.”

“Oh, in a heartbeat.”

“Even if you’d gush blood and pass out?” you couldn’t help the giggle.

“Even if it were my last,” Sanji groaned desperately. “To kiss you would be the end of me, and I would pray they’d bring me back so I can do it again.”

Your chest tightened hearing the affection hidden beneath his moans.

There were deep crescent shapes in your palms now, the skin reddened and pinched from your efforts to maintain even an ounce of control, but the sting paled in comparison to the drum of your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. Rattling the bars of your sanity the longer you stood in his presence.

Sanji looked at you as if— as if he would never see the light again.

With awe, longing, and something close to anguish when the light shines further away from him. As something beyond his reach yet to be cherished and marvelled at all the same. To be revered. Desired. Loved but never possessed because it wasn’t his place to assert his will, but to bask in the warmth the light spread.

It was intoxicating, and he was unravelling faster than you anticipated.

You could tell from how he thumbed the thin veins forking along his length, how pre-cum spilled over his fingers, pooling at the base of his cock and how his chest heaved that he was chasing a fast-approaching release that had him stuttering your name past his lips— involuntarily rising heat all the way to the tips of your ears.

Sanji was too erratic. Too frenetic.

Moaning and thrusting and rolling his wrist over and over his shaft so fast, it was a wonder he remained conscious. He looked unbalanced. A sort of frantic that reminded you of all the times he over-excited himself and exploded into a fit leaving him comatose and bloodied.

You had to slow him down, to set the pace for now only to have him moan in a melody of salacious cries later on, and then bend him into a rhythm only your pulse can match.

At your mercy, your control.

In a way that wouldn’t end with the rest of the crew returning to find Sanji dead on the floor seeped in his own cum and blood. This is exactly how this was heading if you let him continue down this path.

Whining incessantly while fucking his tight fist in faster strokes, his teary gaze seared straight into your core, almost certain you could feel the warmth of his touch from across the room as you fought the urge to squirm and find the power to bark:

“Stop.”

The command shot straight through him. Snapping him at attention like a stinging whip on his back.

His jaw ticked. Veins pulsed.

Sanji’s rigid composure would have been comical if his erection hadn’t slapped against his stomach. Angry red and swollen with need, it looked almost painful, especially with the way his brows twisted miserably as he panted heavily glowing with sweat and desperation.

“Breathe.”

When he inhaled a wheezing, sharp breath— you shook your head, instructing him to go slower. Calmer. Until his shoulders laxed and his throat swallowed a decent gulp. “Good boy, just breathe for me.”

Sanji nodded meekly, even managing a smile as he clenched and unclenched his hands on his knees, wiping off the gooey, sordid evidence of his arousal in quiet shame.

You observed him critically, assessing his mental and physical state and deeming him a little untethered. As if he were floating, glassy-eyed and adrift in his own mind until enough deep breaths grounded him back to your focus. You watched him come to grips with things— his attention shifting to his pants bunched at his thighs, to his cock standing full mast, to the hot air suffocating the room.

Sanji sighed wistfully, threading his trembling hand through his sweaty bangs and out of his face, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” you asked gently. “I just can’t have you passing out on me before things really get started.”

It took him a moment to find his voice again. His throat was dry despite the wetness clinging to his skin.

“Sorry. I’m just— I’m so hard,” he chuckled weakly. “Can’t, uhh— I can’t imagine what you might think of me right now. How ridiculous and pathetic I might look being so— so enamoured by you.”

You shrugged to lighten the mood. “I always assumed you were a two-minute man, but I won’t tell anyone.”

The laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes as he flexed his fists, actively avoiding the erection pulsing against his stomach, or the truth of his blinding lust and the dizzying spell it held over him.

“I thought I could— I thought I had more control, like when we were on the deck.” Sanji said sullenly, vaguely aware of the festering insecurities. “It was exciting being the one to tease you, to look down at a beautiful woman like you and make her flustered. Being so close to you was- it was so hot, electric even— but having you watch me right now in that commanding tone is ten times more intense. It’s addicting— it’s also humiliating and thrilling all at once. I feel so contorted and … I’m embarrassed to admit how far I’m willing to let you break me”. He confessed shyly.

“Sanji…”

“But that somehow turns me on even more. It’s just… you’re so beautiful”. Sanji whispered gravelly, “It’s just not fair what that does to me.”

“It’s okay,” you released your own shaky inhibitions with a slow exhale and offered a tilted smile, warmth tickling your cheeks upon his conviction. “I like seeing you this way. It was fun on the deck, how dominating you were teasing me. But right now, your eyes shine and it’s really flattering.” You smirked playfully, “Pretty boys like you look best when they’re sweaty and desperate.”

Sanji’s blush was much more obvious than yours, his fair complexion making every inner thought radiate through his skin, but he stayed quiet for a few seconds, his smile strained.

“Be honest with me. If-if I hadn’t said anything, would you have walked away without a word afterwards?”

You thought about it for a moment, stunning him with your impassive gaze towards his raw vulnerability.

There was a touch of wistfulness in it— in the tenderness of his question making it clear that your answer would mean more to him than simply feeding his ego— he needed to feel desirable, worthy— so with a wicked idea, you took those steps forward to bridge the gap between you and relished when his chest hitched visibly as you stood planted between his open thighs.

You pulled him back from the edge, only so you could push him down yourself.

You were so close he could reach out and touch you now if he wanted, his leg could press against yours. His arm could brush your thigh and call it an accident, or he could even brazenly drag you into his lap to finally feel relief on his aching cock. It wouldn’t even take much strength on his part, to grab you by the arm and yank you into his awaiting heat. Your body warm and pressed against his. Flushed and tight.

But as you peered down at him— his lashes wet, face burning, pre cum glistening. Hands stilted on his knees as he inhaled your scent so deep it filled his chest— you know Sanji would never cross that line, not without permission.

You felt powerful in that fact. In the knowledge that you could break a man as powerful as him with a caress, a word. A kiss.

“Yes. I would have walked away,” you confessed firmly. When his expression fell, you bent down at the waist, the words brushing on his lips. “But I would have paid extra close attention to you.”

His mouth fell open, your name almost coherent in the pitiful whimper that escaped disguised as a breath. Yet he still managed to smile despite the blood rushing to his head. “Sweet God, you’re cruel.”

“And you’re shaking.”

He was.

Already unsteady and trembling to keep himself upright. To stay conscious and not let his vision completely glaze over as white spots danced across your face, sparkling you in a tantalising light he fought to keep in his sights even if it muffled his other senses when your scent enveloped him too. Erotically feminine and something so distinctly you his pulse ticked beneath his jaw.

“More, please..”

“mhmm— you have to open your eyes and look at me, Sanji-kun. I might get sad and walk away if you don’t.”

When he finally opened them, you were blessed by the sight of shimmering tears glossing wide, love filled pupils.

“y’know…” you sighed, fighting the warmth spreading between your thighs, “watching you made me realise something.”

“What?”

“That there are layers to you, and I liked discovering them.” The noise he made resembled a strangled animal when you brushed your thumb over his soft cheek. “Your patience, tenderness, diligence, I never paid it any special attention until today. How you take care of your things, how gentle your hands are— I never thought you would be so…” you swiped your tongue upon his bottom lip. “Beautiful.”

“Fuck..” his eyes rolled. A full body shudder raked down his back this time, prickling every fibre etched in his being and ultimately triggering sensitive blood vessels in his nose to pop suddenly as spurts of cum pre-emptively dribbled out of his tip.

You giggled. “Are you okay, Sanji-kun?”

you watched him shake his head inaudibly, hips humping the air for much needed relief as the blood trickled down his nose in slow drips. Almost mimicking how his cock drooled obscenely.

He wouldn’t last much longer like this. Every muscle, nerve and vein burned to keep himself tethered to the seat. “More, I beg you. T-talk to me more, ‘m so close..”

His plea sounded hoarse even to his own ears, but it made you smile all the same.

“I think,” you trailed off, flickering your eyes to his lips, then wiping off the blood gently. “I would have paid attention to your laugh.”

That sobered him a little bit, the confusion furrowed his brows.

“You looked at ease, even though you were teasing me. I liked hearing you hum, chuckle, seeing you smile. You looked relaxed. There was something attractive about it, I can’t quite explain how much I enjoyed seeing that, even before you unzipped your pants. I think I was a little enamoured by you.”

His expression glowed. “R-really?”

You nodded earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Sanji. That’s why I was watching you, why I had to walk away cause it made me feel guilty to see you so … unguarded.”

“I—”

“Do me a favour,” you cupped his jaw with a warm palm, “don’t pass out.”

Before he could reply, Sanji tasted heaven.

It was the slightest touch on his lips, barely a kiss, hardly a brushstroke, but it was enough to hear something akin to an angel’s song as he was bathed in a white light.

Or …

His eyes rolled so far back, his vision became discoloured, and the sound he heard was a high-pitch whine that tore through his own throat and reverberated in the room.

“On your knees.”

Sanji collapsed, gasping and quaking on his hands and knees as if he’d been fighting for his life. Which, in a way, he really was. Fighting to keep some blood in his system that hadn’t already poured into his cock or down his nose when the heat coiling in his belly burned that much hotter from your kiss. Scorching him, blistering the goosebumps that prickled along his flesh making him hypersensitive and numb all at once— numb to the sounds outside this room, hypersensitive to your every move. And if anyone were to find him like this— no, he didn’t care. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from, even if it ripped him apart, and he’d be damned if anyone came to ruin it now.

Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of you, of your sweet gloss and plump lips and dizzying scent— but when he reached to fist his cock to the memory of you pressed against him— Sanji couldn’t stop himself from keening loudly when your foot pushed his hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, cutie’.”

“What can I do?” Sanji quivered up at you pleadingly. “I’ll do anything, please. Oh please, please tell me what to do for you, darlin’.”

“Take off my shoes.”

You lifted your right leg for him, offering up your foot clad in the strappy sandal and watched him inhale sharply through his nose.

“I—” his adams apple bobbed as he sat back on his heels, “I can touch you?”

This was a test, a prank. You were only playing with him. the kiss was enough to kill him, and your smile was too sinful to be sincere, but he prayed, nonetheless. Pleaded and hoped and then choked on his own spit when you nodded firmly.

“Yes, but only my legs. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you something better.”

Sanji nodded heartily, murmuring his thanks and gratitude for the opportunity presented to him, his voice carrying a thick layer of emotion he didn’t have the sense to evaluate for this blessing. Only knowing the relief he felt when your bare skin pressed against his, whispering the praises into the cleft of your ankle— his lips brushed a chaste kiss, a sweet touch that could only be seeped with devotion.

You wouldn’t have heard it at all if it weren’t breathed into your skin, ardently sincere like the last prayer whispered by the helpless. So, in an act of mercy, you brushed his hair back and tilted his head up towards you, holding him delicately as if he’d shatter by your hands. Which you were fully capable of doing— but you presented him the tenderness of your smile instead, verbalising your consent and letting it flow soothingly between you.

He took a few seconds to stabilise himself, though even with your permission, Sanji’s touch felt shaky against your skin as if he was unsure about your words or his own strength to maintain consciousness, but he did anyway. Willed himself with the strength to harden his spine and indulge in his deepest desires. Just this once, while you still graced him with it.

His hands were warm, soft, and gentle. Everything like the man they belonged to as Sanji stroked your leg sensually, starting from your knee all the way down to your ankle. His long fingers pressing and squeezing the supple skin beneath his palms, curving along your plump flesh pulling quiet sighs you didn’t bother to hide that he drank in greedily, relishing in your pleasure as if it was pierced straight into his vein.

“y’so beautiful,” Sanji groaned into your leg. “I can’t believe—” he shook his head, ridding himself of the doubt that plagued him before dragging his lips along your calf as his fingers fiddled with the strap that wrapped around you. Achingly slow and deliberately unhurried. “You’re so soft, it’s incredible. Even your legs are gorgeous.” he spoke as if thorns were scraping his throat, every word coming out in a low rasp filled with need. “Every part of you sets me on edge,” he continued, his kisses following where the straps once curled, “— as if I’m holding on by my fingertips, and the only thing that keeps me from breaking— from plummeting and colliding into the ground is you.” He slipped your shoe off and placed it gently to the side, your foot now bare, then moved on to the other leg and gave it the exact same treatment. “But… its also like you’re waiting for me at the bottom, ready to unearth me and giggle as you dust off the dirt from my shattered bones.”

You feel his kiss on your ankle again, a breathy sigh tickling your flesh as you swallowed your nerves. “What if I am? I like you beneath me.”

“I don’t mind,” he replied easily. He held you up carefully, his grip firm yet tender as he kneaded the taut muscle, every caress and gentle stroke pooling desire deep in your core. “If it were anyone else, I would have done what I usually do by making a fool of myself as soon as the rest of the crew left.” The heat of his stare was almost unnerving. “But it was you, and I never felt more compelled to fall.”

Fuck.

You lost your resolve, and your expression softened with a laugh that fluttered out like the butterflies tickling your chest. “You shouldn’t look so attractive with your cock so wet, Sanji-kun. It’s unfair, and hard to remain impassive when you look so beautiful desperate for me.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” He laid his cheek against your leg, exhaustion weighing him. “We can stop”, he offered sincerely. This momentary pause gave him the clarity he needed, the fog inhibiting his senses cleared enough to think. Though his cock still ached, there was a layer of calm settling too. Your comfort important to him above all else. “You’ve done more than enough for me,” Sanji pressed another kiss to your knee, your shoe accompanying its twin on the floor, “more than I could have hoped for already. It won’t take much for me to finish on my own. You were wonderful, darlin'.”

“You would stop, just like that?”

“Of course,” Sanji affirmed candidly, his eyes kind. “Like I said, I would do anything for you. My pleasure is secondary.”

The words hung in the air, but your plan was still in motion.

“Tell me, then. What would happen if I touched right…here.”

“Ahh-uhh!”

“Does it hurt?” you cooed sickeningly sweet. “hmm, from your expression it looks like you’re enjoying it a little too much.”

He bobbed his head frantically, blonde hair flailing with the movement, your devious plan wrecking him immediately. “Ye-es, in the-uhh best way, angel. Fu-uuck, I-I can’t believe you’re tou-ching me like this.”

“Yeah? y’like it that much?” you laughed airily. “Your balls feel soft on my foot, all rounded and heavy.” Lifting your leg up higher, you rubbed your leg on his length, sliding it up and down, skin to skin, until those salacious moans spilt from his mouth in loud cries. “wow, it’s’warm and wet from all the pre you were leaking earlier, too. How gross.”

“Oh-oh, god, pl-ease, sweet darlin’. Fuck-ngh!”

You hummed delightedly, watching his cheeks blossom into another sweet blush, his eyes glazing over immediately as Sanji shuddered and keened beneath you with the familiar scent of desperation clouding the room in a thicker layer. A potent, charged atmosphere that had you panting as you watched Sanji unravel once again in the short time you had him under your command— your plan a success.

“You’re dripping all over again.” you teased with another slow drag of your foot, his balls resting on top while his shaft twitched upon your shin. “Look at how your pretty cock leaks! All red and cute! So much cum, I’m surprised you haven’t squirted.”

“ohh-ahh, sw-sweetheart don’t be me-eean!”

“I’m not!” you insisted through unfiltered giggles. “Look at you, humping my leg! Gettin’ yourself all worked up from just touching me, you’re so cute, Sanji-kun.” Your laughter seized as you clicked your tongue, faux disgust colouring your tone as you rolled your foot over his long shaft, collecting the stringy wetness that drooled from his tip on your toes. “Tsk, your cock is makin’ a dirty mess all over my leg, though. Could you be anymore pathetic?”

“’m so’rry,” he squirmed. “Ca-an I clean it uhh-up?”

You leered down at him, “only if you use your mouth, pretty.”

Sanji licked long strokes along your leg, collecting the sticky essence that spit from his tip the harder he rolled his hips. Swallowing his own dirty arousal while fervently grinding his cock along the curve of your leg with no sense or rhythm, only following the lust you stoked within him, stumbling moans, hitching his whines. Begging and squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, but you saw them anyway.

You saw everything. How his chest concaved with every breath he took, how his balls pulled tight on your foot, how deeply and utterly he was at your mercy.

It filled you with pride. Along with a dark sense of satisfaction you couldn’t quite place to have Black-leg Sanji— bounty over a billion berries, the left wing of the future king of the pirates— whinging and coating your skin with his arousal.

And you had one more trick up your sleeve. One that could possibly kill him, but you wanted to push the boundaries.

See how far you could bend him before he snapped.

“You can’t cum yet,” you sang cheerily, weaving your fingers through his hair again. “You have to be good for me, okay?”

“Fuu-uk, ‘m tryin’!” Sanji cried out, his last threads of control almost slipping from his grasp, stitch by stitch, seam by seam, but he gripped them tighter in his fists, and fiercely blinked away the fog misting his vision just to have the chance to gaze upon your smile for a little while longer. “I wo-on’t, jus’ for you. Cause you-you asked.”

“Good boy. Now, tell me you like it.” you gave his hair a firm tug, directing focus to his bucking hips. “Tell me how much your cock aches, how hard it is, how much you love touching me.”

Sanji shuddered, another frantic nod dizzying his vision as he jerked his hips harder. “I do! So-so much”, he hiccupped. “I lo- ohhh, uhh, yes!— I love you touch-in’ me. Teasin’ me, makin’ a mess of me-eee— ahh, shit! Tou-uch me, please, fuck! Please, I love it— love your eyes, your voice, your touch. I’ll die, ohh, god-oh god, lemme jus’ die like this, it’s oka-ay if it’s you. For you, all you, fuck-fuck!”

“I think you deserve your reward now, Sanji-kun.”

Sanji snapped his head up, his hips stilting. “This-this isn’t the reward?” how could it not be? He was touching you, kissing your body, smearing his cock all over your pretty leg. What could be better than this?

You pulled back from him, and slowly, painfully slow, deathly slow, you lifted the hem of your dress.

He first saw your thighs, thick and supple, making him swipe his tongue along his bottom lip just imagining the taste of your sweat, of the grooves of your cellulite.

your dress lifted higher, and his hands flexed, picturing squeezing on the squishy flesh and feeling it fill his palms and pudge out against his fingers where he couldn't quite grasp.

This was the reward, yes? Pretty, coloured thick thighs he’d be happy to touch, to worship with hips he could sink his teeth into, full and curved and beautifully rounded.

But your hand lifted higher. Higher. Until he ascended so high he heard the angel’s song again, welcoming him to paradise.

“Sanji, you’re shaking an’ whining loudly.”

Was he?

“Wipe the blood first… good boy. Come here, it’s’okay,” you tugged him closer, his face inches away from your panties. “You’ve been so good, I thought you might like to ...” your cheeks burned, “To touch.”

He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench earlier. That had you sighing and chewing on your bottom lip as he chased his own pleasure. The arousal that allowed him this far with you, coating your pink panties and, fuuck.

You-your panties… they— they had the cutest bow on it. right above your mound and the lewd wet patch he ached to… “Did-did you say touch?”

You nodded, tugging him closer by his hair. “I won’t take off my panties, but I don’t see why you can’t use them to get yourself off, just this once. It’s what you always wanted, right?”

What he always wanted.

“Are… are you sure?”

What he always wanted and prayed and dreamed and lusted after— but he had to make sure. To know this is what you wanted. Sanji couldn’t— he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if it weren’t your desire too. Even if he was seeing double and the room tilted on its axis or his blood pooled on the floorboards more than his own body, he wouldn’t be able to stand again without hearing you say—

“Sanji-kun, touch me.”

You tugged him closer, cooing your affirmations, stroking his hair. Going slow and speaking so softly, he wondered if you were talking to him at all.

“It’s okay,” you purred, your eyes gentle. “You can use me to cum. I want to see you cum for me.”

Use you?

His brows knitted. That didn’t sound right.

Use.

Use?

That word felt wrong, dirty. Even in his inebriated, lust-filled fog, Sanji knew that it wasn’t right. That it was tactless. That you deserved better than that.

“I don’t— I don’t want to ever use you.” he husked. Just saying the word made his stomach churn, and though his limbs felt heavy, he lifted himself a little taller on his knees. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”

Sanji’s sudden coherency surprised you when he was trembling moments before, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his tone, and you could only stare— awed, heated and incredibly wrecked with the emotions he stirred. Yet rather than replying, your grip on him tightened, a challenge tilting your brow, waiting to see what move he’d make with the offer you raised.

“Okay… oh-okay, ‘m gonna touch you now, darlin’.”

With all the strength he could muster, Sanji pushed forward and inhaled deeply, pressing his nose in your crotch, and filling his lungs until the only air that could possibly flow through him was you. “Ohh, fuck.” Sanji groaned, the sound vibrating on your most intimate parts, pulling deep from his throat, and sounding nothing short of sinful that had you keening lowly in response.

“Oh, fuck- oh fuck, darlin’ you’re a dream.” He murmured into your cunt, his words bleeding back to babble as he breathed in long and deep. It was intoxicating, the heady scent of your pussy. Driving him mad, sick, practically delirious by the slick that marred your panties, creating the most dazzling patch of arousal right in the middle. Oh fuck, his tongue immediately began lapping at the damp fabric caging your plump lips. “Fuck!”

You choked on a moan. “Is that all you can say?”

Sanji shook his head, his hands finding your full-figured hips and squeezing, eliciting a low mewl with the fat filling his palms and bulging out at the sides just how he pictured it. “Fuck!” he grunted again into your cunt; his mouth muffled but his shouts reverberated from the intensity that shook him at the core. “Fuck-fuck!”

You huffed out a chuckle. “Sweetie, if it’s too much for you—”

He couldn’t hear you. Sanji held you tighter, drew you closer into his open mouth, his jaw slack, muscles taut, cock aching— but it was a sensation he could ignore while his tongue messaged and rolled and lapped at your clothed cunt. Dragging along your labia over and over until it wettened enough to slip his tongue down the seam of your pussy, spreading it to finally circle your pulsing clit and suck, the fabric damp with a lewd mixture of slick and saliva as your whimpers rang loud.

“Fu-uhh, shit, you taste so goo’ fo’me”, his words were gruff, his mind addled— Sanji couldn’t focus past your cunt, your scent, not when it wafted through him and settled deep in his abdomen— twisting lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling on the floor.

“Sa-anji! Fuck, hmm, keep-keep going!”

He groaned, digging his fingers into your hips and shoving you harder into his mouth. “Su’ch a pretty cunt, shit-fuck.” He held you firmly, his strength unrelenting even as you swayed, letting you writhe on his face. “Darlin’, sweet girl, sweet sweet cunt, uhh, y’make my cock hurt so-so much. Make me so hard, so dizzy. All you, shit-shit. Uhh-uhh, s’wet fo’me. Tha’ank you. thank y-you, than-k you.”

You moaned for him, and the sound of it tingled his spine, acutely aware of the sharp tugging on his scalp, but Sanji paid the rest of it no mind. He was touching you, licking your pussy through your pretty panties, inhaling your arousal, making you moan.

Making you cry his name, making you wet.

And he answered it all with low hums and deep grunts of praises, thanking you fiercely, his devotion syphoning from every breath as if you poured into him yourself.

Sanji flickered his tongue on your clit, alternating between soft and hard strokes that had you grinding your hips on his tongue, and he revelled in it while your pussy rewarded him by staining your panties with sticky fluids he drank greedily. Devouring your cunt with his whole face, bumping his nose into your clit, his chin wet, cheeks flushed.

“Imma cum!” you tried to warn him, to stave off the flutter in your belly and not embarrass yourself by cumming so soon, but his touch, his tongue— even with the panties in the way it only added to the friction. To the burn flooding over your body from the moment you discovered him. You squirmed, rocked, and sighed as the coil tightened in your belly— a sensation so intense you attempted to cinch your thighs, but Sanji pinched your hips, pulling you apart for him, ignoring your pleas.

Holding you closer, grunting praises, flattening his tongue, pressing hard until you came with a loud cry.

“Su’ch a goo’girl, so good for me. that’s it, lemme clean that up for you, darlin’.”

Sanji lapped at your cunt, your panties ruined and almost dripping from your release that he swallowed as best he could before you ripped him off with a harsh tug.

“Stand,” you panted harshly. Your balance was shoddy, but you stood firm, yanking the man to his full height, and wrapped your fist around his cock. Gently tugging on his flushed sex in quick strokes. “Cum for me.”

Sanji curled into your touch, white-hot and just barely keeping himself standing with a hard grip on your hips— he slumped into your chest, fucking into your hand chaotically. “I-I didn’t— y-you. Uhh, fuck!”

“What is it?”

Tears stung his waterline. “I di-idn’t clean u-uhh, ahh, mmm, I wanted— wanted to clean you u-uhp.” He cried out, fidgeting in your grasp, his cock overly sensitive and shamefully drooling all over your wrist. He wanted to be strong, to make you cum and slump on his chest, but Sanji could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. He felt airy, foggy, every sensation felt like it was dolled up to ten and he couldn’t find the strength to keep standing.

And it hurt, fuck, his cock hurt. His balls hurt, his chest hurt, breathing hurt— it ended up as short gasps and high-pitch whines into your neck until you brushed your thumb over his slit and Sanji saw stars.

“ahh! Im-imma cum! ‘mma cu-uuh, fuck-fuck!”

“It’s okay, sweet boy,” you jerked him firmly with one hand and pulled down the bow of your panties, exposing your plump mound. “Cum right here, I wan’ feel you cum on me.” you slipped his tip between your pussy lips, a low, wet, squelching noise added to his moans now.

To yours and the raunchy sounds that swirled in between.

“Sweet-sweetheart!” Sanji squeaked, bucking his hips widely, your pussy smearing wet kisses all over his cock. Hot and squishy and so so delicious his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, surging and pulsing and dousing him with a pleasure that raked a voiceless cry— splatting his cum in your panties and slathering your slit with gooey, icky glops of his release. Your panties filled with both stains of arousal.

“Good boy.” your kisses feathered over his rapid pulse, the praises almost as gentle as your lips. “Such a good boy, shh. I got you, hun.”

Sanji held you close, shivering through his climax, pitifully cowering his face into the warm crook of your neck until his cries settled into cute whimpers and the spots misting the corners blended into colours he could actually see.

“Shh, you did so well, cutie.” You stroked his back, unbothered by the sweat clinging to his skin or the sticky, hot mush that was caged to your cunt. the latter tingling the nerves of your spine in an addictive way. “That felt amazing.”

“Ye-yea?”

“Yes, hun.”

There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, then shuffling of clothes, and suddenly, Sanji was seated back on the sofa, but the comforting weight of your plush body sat on top of him too. He liked it, it was grounding. Safe.

Sanji held you tight, his strong arms locking you in place over his lap. Your bodies hot and tempering down ever so slowly in each other’s embrace.

There’s was a gentle hum in the room, or maybe it was your voice, tenderly washing over him as Sanji came to grips with his body again. With the heat, the sweat and throb of arousal cooling into a low ebb in his abdomen. With the reality that you both stood in and your roles in it. But he couldn’t bring himself to care of anything else but you curling in his lap.

You smelt nice, you played with his hair and hummed in his ear, and you felt so… so good in his arms.

“Thank you.” he croaked after a while. Feeling satiated and satisfied sinking into your embrace, Sanji could do nothing else but whisper his thanks into your lips over and over, his kiss filled with all the gratitude of an answered prayer. “Thank you for this, for holding me. I don’t know when it got so out of hand.”

You smirked, patting his chest playfully, hoping he did not notice how your heart soared as you attempted to joke. “probably as soon as I agreed to this little game.”

This time, Sanji’s smile beaned wide, pretty teeth shining bright. “I just can’t help myself, darlin.” he nuzzled into your cheek, savouring the intimacy. “I told you what would happen if you got too close.”

You laughed softly, “I suppose I was warned.” You shifted in his lap, straddling him now instead with the gooey mixture flushed hot in your panties, squishing against your achy clit, it made you breathless. Eager. “If you’re a good boy—”

His stomach flipped excitedly.

“—Maybe we’ll play again.”

Sanji shuddered, his smile waning as his lips parted cutely. “Don’t tease me. I—”

“SANJI! OI! I GOT THIS BIG FISH! IT HAS TWO HEADS CAN WE EAT IT?!”

“Oi, Shitty-brow! I found this buried sword, lemme cut you with it!”

You stifled the laughter behind your hand, the cutest frown scrunching his face from their untimely interruption. Even so, you began moving to crawl off his lap before the other straw hats walked in with their treasures, but Sanji gripped your wrist, his pleading stare shooting familiar sparks in your core.

“Promise we’ll do this again?”

You smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss only to swipe your tongue upon his bottom lip, “Yes, and it will stay just between us.”

Sanji blushed, savouring the taste of you on his own tongue. “Yea, of course. Just between us, darlin’.”

This time, you stood up to leave, but not without one final look over your shoulder, “just like your cum soaking my panties right now.”

You quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could notice, twirling your shoe as the sound of a heavy thud crashed behind you and the boys shouts followed shortly after.

“WOW! So much blood! Was there a fight?! Are they still here?! I wanna fight!”

“LUFFY N-NO THAT—”

“EW SHITTY BROW! WAKE UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT YOU PERV—”

// - tysm for the support! hopefully the tags will hold up this time:333 please do not repost or translate my stories.

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MY HEART OH MY GOD I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW YOU FILLED THIS 😭

I loved the way you depicted the reader with her monologue! Truly what i was expecting from someone like you! It was perfection.

I cannot emphasize how important and impactful the monologue is and i’m so so amazed that you executed it perfectly.

i loved this so much thank you for writing this!

this request is odly specific so i apologize in advance!

I CABT DECIDED IF IT SHOULD BE SOMEONE LIKE SANJI OR DOFFY :((( so you pick :3

Basically a good soft smut! (or not you can eluded to the sex and it would still be peak) The reader was in a toxic relationship beforehand and they kinda flip flop on being overly coquettish and going to hysterical when someone actually goes for them yk? Thus the character basically is like “They have been really off recently ever since they started dating that person… but now it’s just more dreadful. So the character attempts to comfort the reader making them fully just let everything out about how scared they are. Worried that again, the reader would only be good because of their body. eventually reader makes a move (make sure the reader is sobbing at this point) and begs the character for one night to have that feeling of being loved (cause at that point it’s the only thing that they see as love). Character helps the reader feeling terrible but with the constant praise and reassurance that the reader is enough and that they love them the reader soon feels loved as themselves.

the reader and character can get together at the end i dont care!

you can add as many kinks as you like but main ones are praise! also afab reader if you don’t mind

THE FEELING OF LOVE

— Black leg Sanji x Fem!Reader (One Piece)

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

: ̗̀➛ Summary: You always know the feeling of love—being able to please a man with your body. But what if a fine gentleman shows you that you can be loved with more than what you have?

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.8k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Toxic past relationship (not with sanji), overly flirty reader, insecurity, mentions of restrictive eating (if you squint), crying, soft sex, praises, petnames (my dear, my love, good girl), unprotected sex, P in V, confession after sex, body worship, sweet talking

Mwahgo's Notes: I hope i got your request right, I love this because it screams sanji <33

The sound of plates clinking against each other is accompanied with the loud munching of their hungry captain as he gobbles up all of the food, often steals from the others’ plate. Usopp irked as Luffy’s stretchy arm reached for the chicken on his plate as the others enjoyed the, somewhat, peaceful morning. On the other hand, Sanji was busying himself in the kitchen, cooking more food for the crew.

“Sanji! More food!” Luffy whined, childishly.

Sanji gritted his teeth with the annoying whining, “Shut up and wait, damnit!” He scolded.

The food from the pot was transferred to a big plate as he delivered it to the table, which Luffy immediately devoured. The chef just sighed and went back to the kitchen to cook more. The Straw hats continued their breakfast until the door swings open. You entered the dining room, still groggy from the sleep—hair strands flying everywhere and your clothes are a bit wrinkled.

Nami looked over her shoulder and giggled, “Looks like sleeping beauty is up. You slept longer than Zoro,”

The swordsman gave her a look as you rubbed the sleep off your eyes, “I just got into this book I found in the last island and I couldn’t put it down,” You explained.

You took the seat next to Zoro, “Wow, Zoro, look at those biceps. You’re taking more workouts?” You flirted as you graze your fingers on his thick arms, trailing on the prominent vein.

Zoro hummed, “Oh, yeah… Need to get more serious in my training,” He answered.

You giggled as you continue to caress his arms and he continues to not mind. You turned to Luffy and noticed some sauce on his face, “Oh, Captain, there’s some food on your cheek,” You pointed.

Luffy tilted his head in confusion as your hand reached out and wiped the sauce off. You bring your hand to your lips and licked it off as Luffy just laughs, “Shishishi! Thanks, (Y/N)!”

Nami just sighed at the captain’s obliviousness and your flirty attitude. Sanji walks back from the kitchen—new plate of food in hand when he saw your presence and his eyes turned into hearts.

“(Y/N)- CHWAAANNN!” Hs exclaimed as his body twirled towards you. He served a plate of omurice in front of your—drizzled with ketchup shaped like a heart, “A lovely meal for a lovely lady,” He flirted.

You, on the other hand, sweatdropped nervously at Sanji’s adoration towards you. You fell quiet as you meekly accepted his cooking, “U-Uhm.. thanks,” You mumbled.

Everyone noticed the sudden shift of the atmosphere, mostly Sanji noticed how timid you suddenly fell. You were just flirting both with Luffy and Zoro, happily chatting with the others but the moment he comes in the room, your energy depleted and you were quiet—barely giving him eye contact.

Sanji frowned at your reaction, “Is everything okay, (Y/N)-chan? Is my cooking a little off today?” He questioned.

Your eyes widened at his sad tone as you quickly try to cover your coy reaction, “N-No! Nothing’s off about it.. It’s just…” You bit your lip, picking the right words.

Zoro observed your cowering form—his eye glancing over your fidgeting fingers. He glanced back up to Sanji, “Did you do something to her?” He asked with suspicion.

An irked vein popped, “Of course not, you stupid marimo!” He yelled angrily.

Sanji huffed in annoyance as he stomped back to the kitchen. The others just sighed at their usual banter, but they knew this was a different concern. They watched as you eat a little bit of the omurice before sliding it towards to Luffy, which he happily accepted it.

Sanji’s eyes followed you and Zoro as you invited the swordsman to have a training session together. He bit the cigarette between his lips in annoyance, wondering what those that stupid mosshead have that he doesn’t. He was also concerned about you, when he cleaned the dishes this morning, he noticed that your plate was unusually clean. He knew you too well, you would often leave small crumbs on the side or of the meal is too saucy, there would be leftovers.

Confusion was written all over his face, he didn’t understand how you can be as flirty as him towards the others but when he comes in the picture.

He put his chin on his palm—in deep thought as the cigarette burns slowly, “Is (Y/N) giving you a hard time?” Robin walked in.

Sanji flinched at her voice before quickly turning to her, hearts in his eyes, “Hello, my Robin-chwan! What can I help you with?” He swooned.

Robin chuckled at his reaction, “Not much, Sanji but..” She trailed off, “… But you seemed a bit hung up on (Y/N),”

Sanji snapped out of his love-struck expression before leaning back on the railing, in his thoughts, “I-I don’t know what I did. I’m just trying to be nice to her,” He frowned.

Robin fell sympathetic to the chef, “Well I don’t really know all of the details but.. (Y/N) came from a bad relationship,” He revealed.

Sanji’s eyes widened at the information, “Wh-Who hurt her?” He snarled.

The archeologist just shurgged, “How will I know.. but because of that past relationship, it had her very confused. She doesn’t know how to react to affection and it made her very uncomfortable,” She explained.

Sanji felt this fiery rage inside in him. What kind of man would treat, a wonderful woman like you, that badly? You deserve to be loved, cherished and worship the ground you walk on, and Sanji was there to do that. But you refuse, you refuse his overwhelming affection because you were badly hurt—the invisible scars remained.

Sanji’ face fell, “Thank you.. Robin-chan,” He mumbled before leaning back on the railings, sinking in the information. Robin just smiles before leaving, hopefully one day, Sanji is able to make you feel whole.

“I’m gonna confront (Y/N)-chan today!” Sanji announces.

Nami looked at him, confusingly, “What do you mean, Sanji?” She asked

The blonde sighs, “I just can’t take it anymore, Nami-san.. She was hurt and I don’t want to see her sad anymore. I want to be the man to make a change for her, show her that she deserves to be cherished!” He ranted.

Nami’s eyes widened before giggling, “Well, I guess I can’t stop you about that. She’s with Luffy, watching them fish,”

Sanji nodded and walked out with determination in his chest. He immediately spots you with Luffy as he fishes with Usopp and Chopper. Your head leaned on Luffy’s shoulder as you laughed along with their antics.

Sanji takes in a deep breathe and exhales before approaching your little group, “(Y/N)-san?”

You body slightly flinched at Sanji’s familiar voice as you turned to face his determined expression, “Can you come with me for a moment? I just…” He trailed off, picking his words, “.. We need to talk,”

You gulped nervously, this is not the usual, flirty and swooning Sanji, he looks like he’s ready for a fight. Seriousness plastered on his face—eyebrow scrunched, sharp eyes and his lips in a straight line. Your demeanor cowers at his stare until Usopp speaks up, “Hey, hey, what’s going on with you two? You’ve both been weird since this morning,”

You both didn’t answer him until Sanji just clicked his tongue before grabbing your hand—softly—before leading you at the back of the ship. You wanted to pull away from his grip, but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of the crew. As you both reached to the back of the ship, Sanji’s hand pulls away from yours as your heart cracks a little, then your fingers started fidgeting with each other.

You were both quiet for a moment, anticipating the upcoming moment. He pulls out a cigarette stick out from its box, placed it between his lips and lights it up. He inhales the strong nicotine, and exhales the smoke out before speaking: “You know, you don’t deserved to be treated like that, right?”

Your eyes widened slightly with the lack of context in his question, “Wh-What do you mean?”

Sanji gritted his teeth, the end tip of the cigarette crushed between his teeth, “Robin-san told me about your past relationship..” You eyes widened completely, in shock, “.. And I just can’t help but feel angry.. What kind of man treats a woman like shit? I get so pissed whenever beautiful women like you are just used for their sole pleasure.. I hate it,” His shoulders shakes in hatred.

Your breath hitched at his powerful statement, “So please, (Y/N)-chan, who hurt you? How did he hurt you?” He growled

Your breath shakes, cowering under Sanji’s frustrated gaze, “I never liked talking about my past relationship, because it gives me bad memories,” You started as Sanji listens intently, “… But, my ex treated me like I’m nothing but a toy he can show around. He l-liked to degrade me that.. I don’t look sexy or pretty today… He-He only loves me when I’m pretty, when I’m not… I-I feel unworthy, unloved and I need to constantly make myself beautiful for him..”

Your lips trembled, the tears threatening to slip, “… My body is the only thing that can please him, that can make him happy… And if it works, t-then I’ll continue pleasing him with my body.. It’s the only thing that can keep the relationship strong…” You mumbled.

Sanji’s heart fell to his stomach and the frustration grew more powerful. A negative aura swirled around him as he continued to listen to your tragic story. His hands clenched angrily, veins popping in his temple and his jaw clenched, “I don’t know if I’m worth it anymore, I don’t know what loves feels anymore…” The tears now slides down your cheeks.

Sanji’s heart fell, frowning of the sight of a beautiful woman crying over a sorry of a man, “Pl-Please.. Please show me my worth.. I wanna feel loved, Sanji!” You exclaimed as you looked up to him, tears shining with hope.

Suddenly, Sanji leaned down and kissed your lips as you yelped in surprise, but you melt into the kiss—wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss got intense. Your hands played with his blonde hair as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you close to him.

You both pulled away, “It would be an honor to show you what love is, my dear,“ He swoons.

The door of your room swung open as you and Sanji stumbled inside—lips together, hands fumbling with your clothes, trying to remove it. Sanji’s foot closed the door shut and locks it as he pulled away from the kiss with a sigh. His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifts it up, revealing your lace bra, almost making his nose bleed but he continue to focus on his goal. You, on the other hand, you helped him remove his full suit—stripping his jacket and unbuttoning his dressed shirt.

As your clothes falls to the ground, Sanji admired your naked body, his eyes scanning every curve and the softness of your skin. With his wandering eyes looking at you, you felt insecure and awkward, “O-Oh! I’m sorry (Y/N)-chan for staring but it’s just that…” He sighed in bliss, “.. You look so beautiful,”

You blushed at his sincere words as Sanji carries you to the bed. He laids you down softly, like a porcelain doll being placed on its display, “So beautiful, my dear,” He leaned down to kiss your lips again as he hands wandered around your skin. His lips pulled away from yours and latched them on your neck as you whimpered when he found your sweet spot, “Gorgeous, so sweet and pretty..” He mumbled against your skin.

You blushed heavily at his praises as he slid down, now he’s facing your breasts. His mouth almost watered at the sight of your perky nipples as his lips wrapped around it, making you moan out, “My good girl, you’re such a good girl, letting me show how what it is like to be loved,” He whispered as he continues to suck on your breasts.

You moaned his name as he finished playing with your chest as he moved to your stomach as you immediately fell insecure, “S-Sanji..” You called softly.

“Don’t worry, my dear. Let me adore you,” He smiled as he littered kisses on your stomach.

“Sanji, please,” You begged as his eyes looked into yours and he got the message. He pulled away from your stomach and spread your legs open as he almost gasped at the sight of your glistening pussy. You gulped, “Please.. be slow with me,” You said.

He smiled and nodded, “Of course, my dear, I’ll take care of you,” He swoons as you blushed.

He wetted his hard cock and he rubbed your pussy—making you whimper as he positioned his cock on your entrance as your breath shakes in anticipation, “It’s okay, (Y/N)-chan, just relax and just feel the sweet pleasure,” He smiled as he slipped his cock in.

You gasped loudly as his hard cock penetrated your tight pussy, “My goodness, love. You’re so tight,” Sanji grunted.

“I-I’m sorry,” You apologized as Sanji shook his head.

“N-No, my dear. Your tight pussy feels so… good,” Sanji groaned, the feeling of your gummy walls wrapped tightly around his cock gave him a sense of euphoria, “Tell me when to move, my love,” He said.

You panted heavily, adjusting to his size before nodding. Sanji smiled before kissing your cheek, “Good job, my love,” He whispered as his hips started moving, making you gasp.

Your head leaned back against the pillows, your lips wide open in a loud moan. Your eyelids fluttered, blurry and confused, and your jaw slackened as the stretch and fullness blossomed within you. Your hands tried to find him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him down into a kiss as his cock hits your g-spot, making your eyes roll back with the pleasure, “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Good girl, such a pretty good girl for me,” He groaned, smiling down at your face.

Your face littered with tears and saliva from the intense kissing, mouth agape as moans spilled out from your lips. Your eyes in a daze as your cheeks blushed from the praises, “S-Sanji.. It feels so good,” You whimpered.

His hands intertwined with yours, holding them together as he fucked you softly on the bed, breathes fanning on each other. His hand finds your cheek as his thumb slowly caress the reddening spot, “So good, baby, you feel so good.. Fuck,” He groaned as his hips stuttered, “O-Oh, my love, I feel like I’m going to cum,”

You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Pl-Please, cum inside me, Sanji,” You said as his eyes widened.

“A-Are you sure?” He asked as you only nodded in reply. The tight knot in your stomach releases as you moaned loudly before cumming on his cock. Sanji felt your walls tightening which made him groan loudly as he spills his hot load inside you.

You slumped down on the bed, panting heavily as sweat ran down your forehead. Sanji leaned down to kiss your face—your head, eyelids, your nose and lastly, your sweet lips, “I love you, (Y/N)-chan..” He confessed.

Your eyes widened, “Y-You do?” You asked, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

Sanji nodded, “Of course, why would I agree with this if I didn’t love you?” He smiled, “You deserve to be treated correctly. (Y/N)-chan and I’m here to show you how it feels to live a life of feeling loved. I will worship the ground you walk upon and everyday, I’ll tell you how special you are, to me,” He declared.

Your heart bloomed with his words as your tears fell down your cheek, “T-Thank you so much..” You said, smiling, “I love you too..”

His thumb wipes away your tears as you both settled in bed. He pulled the blanket up to your chest as you cuddled next to him. Before you fell into slumber, his lips pressed on your head, whispering “good night, my love” before falling back to sleep.

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a1x1n · 4 months ago

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Doflamingo’s Marine

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

(Doflamingo x Fem!Reader, NSFW) You were an overly ambitious young marine under Tsuru’s command. Without knowing, you had also caught the Heavenly Demon’s eye for quite a while before he finally made his move on you. His fascination with you borders on obsession, wanting your mind, body, and future as his own to control. Story begins eight years before Doflamingo’s defeat by Luffy.

This fic also includes Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader, and Doflamingo x Crocodile as exes/past relationships. Please see individual chapters for content warnings. Smut heavy, but with plot.

Chapter 1 - Basement Negotiations

Chapter 2 - Sabaody Shakedown

Chapter 3 - Lovers

Chapter 4 - Rainy Day Man

Chapter 5 - The Victor

Chapter 6 - An Invitation

Chapter 7 - The Nest

Chapter 8 - Two Conditions

Chapter 9 - Abduction

Chapter 10 - Black Swans

Chapter 11 - The Crane

Chapter 12 - Past Wounds

Chapter 13 - Sweet Nothings

Chapter 14 - Interference

Chapter 15 - New Day

Chapter 16 - Proposal

Chapter 17 - Before the Storm

Chapter 18 - The Best Laid Plans

Chapter 19 - Trust

Chapter 20 - Breeding Grounds

Chapter 21 - Conception

Chapter 22 - Protection

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a1x1n · 5 months ago

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I wanna write fics again but i’m not creative

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a1x1n · 5 months ago

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inactive account(s)! major burnout and shit. im sorry🥲

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a1x1n · 5 months ago

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who the hell made smoker fine

i know that man would purposely puff smoke in your face just to piss you off it’s so funny😭

my bf got me into one piece. Not my abusive ex btw my current partner. He’s super nice!

#one piece #smoker #one piece smoker #random

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a1x1n · 2 years ago

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Gaz dosent know what he likes to see more in your pussy. His cock, his fingers, his tongue or your favorite vibrator 🫠

bloody shame ; kyle garrick

warnings/tags: fem american reader, smut smut smut, best friends to lovers, obsessive best friend gaz, squirting, overstimulation. italics = fantasies.

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Kyle’s palms stung as his calloused skin rubbed against the metal pull-up bar. He huffed as he pulled himself up, holding himself up for a few moments before slowly lowering himself down.

Pull up, hold, lower down. Up and down. Up and down. Again and again, working his way through his long set of pull-ups. Once he hit his last pull-up, he let himself land on his feet with a gentle thud.

He was walking over to the bench press station when he heard the doors to the gym push open. He looked at the reflection on the mirrored walls in front of him to see you and Soap walk in, both dressed in standard training gear.

His chocolate brown eyes automatically trailed up and down your figure, drinking in every detail and feature. He loved how that compression shirt perfectly hugged your curves and accentuated your breasts, all while showing off your muscles. He loved how your leggings hugged your waist and how the fabric smoothed over your legs like butter.

All Gaz could think of when he saw you wearing those leggings that hugged you perfectly, is how he wanted to grab you by your hips and bend you over. He wanted to hear your little shocked yelp as he pulls you against him, gripping you by your plump curves. He could imagine your eyes widen just a fraction as you look back at him, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes. He wanted to yank your leggings down your waist, revealing your white thong and your soft skin that he ached to grab and squeeze. He wanted to palm your soft flesh with his calloused hands, before bringing his hand down in a spank, letting the skin become sore under his touch.

He wanted to grind himself up against your clothed cunt, feeling you all warm up against his dick. He wanted to pull your panties to the side, ridding you of that flimsy fabric and revealing your already soaked pussy. He wanted to let the head of his cock graze your lips, teasing you with the smallest bit of contact. He could just imagine you whine and wiggle back against his cock, begging for more.

“So desperate, doll. Love seein’ you like this, all wet for me.”

“Please, Gaz,” He could imagine you whining, looking back at him. “Please touch me.”

He was brought out of his fantasies by Soap’s incredulous voice hitting his ears.

“So yer’ tellin’ me, it’s common in the states for ladies to fake it?” He overheard Soap ask, his Scottish voice filtering through Gaz’s headphones that had paused after a song.

Gaz’s brows furrowed as he picked up a dumbbell in each hand, ears perked up as he unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation with Soap.

What in the hell.

He watched as you failed to stifle a laugh, hinting at your own surprise at the subject. Or at least, your surprise at Soap’s nonchalance on the matter.

“Past the TMI stage, are we?” You joke.

Kyle started lifting the dumbbells, alternating between arms and grunting with each lift up. He couldn’t help but look at the two of you through the mirrors reflection in front of him, curious as to where the conversation was going.

How the hell did the two of you get to that topic?

He watched as Soap brought his thermos up to his mouth, taking a swig of water and you standing next to him, sanitizing the machine you were about to use.

Kyle saw you laugh a bit, almost humorlessly, as you looked up at Soap through your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You shoot back with a roll of your eyes, moving to sit on the machine.

At the tone of your voice, Kyle made a noise of indignation deep in his throat. You sounded way too familiar with the subject of faking an orgasm.

“Speaking from experience, aye?” He heard Soap quip, only half serious as he didn’t expect you to take the bait.

No, you couldn’t have possibly faked your—

“Again, you have no idea.”

Gaz’s eyes widened.

No way. Kyle’s arms falter from pure surprise as he lifts the weights.

He saw Soap cough on his water, just as taken aback as Gaz was by your insinuation.

“What, don’t tell me you’ve had to fake it?” Johnny asks.

Gaz’s brown eyes dart right back to you.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” You have a sarcastic quip, uncapping your thermos.

No fucking way.

(….)

That’s how you ended up here.

In Gaz’s quarters, in his bed.

With your knees pushed up against your chest and his cock buried inside your cunt. Your head thrown back against his pillows and his face buried in your neck, mouth already marking you up.

“Fuck,” He grunts against your skin, leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he spoke. The sound of his hips slapping against your skin mixed with the sound of your moans.

He couldn’t help himself as he drank in your squirming form trapped beneath him, all sweaty and on display for him. He commits every detail to memory. Every mark and scar and curve that decorated your body, every inch that he had been so desperate to see for so long. Now, he was finally seeing it. And he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t get enough of how your brows knit together and your eyes scrunched shut because you were so overtaken by the raw pleasure. When your mouth wasn’t hanging open and letting whines fall out, you were biting your bottom lip in an effort to muffle your noises of desperation.

When he notices you trying to silence yourself, he angles his hips to hit that spot just right and brings one hand down to rub at your swollen clit. That’s a fool proof way to get you choking on a sharp cry of pleasure.

He couldn’t get enough of your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your nipples just aching to be sucked on and tweaked.

He couldn’t get enough of how your legs spasm and twitch as he thrusts into you, your muscles unable to control themselves as they contract. No matter how much you squirm though, he just holds your legs steady — with a firm grip right in the crook of your knees. His soft yet calloused hands squeezing the supple flesh of your leg, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

He couldn’t get enough of how fucking wet you were, how wet noises filled the room while he rutted into you. He couldn’t get enough of how you were squeezing him so fucking tight, so fucking warm.

He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, feeling that knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t fucking believe it. Not even a full round into it with your best friend, your Gaz, and you were already closer to the edge than you ever were with any of your exes.

Even using a toy didn’t feel this good.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come to me for help.” Gaz mutters into your ear, angling his hips at a new, cruel angle. One that had you choking on air, your hands working to clutch him impossibly closer as his breath fanned hot against your skin.

“Gaz, fuck—,” Your cries of pleasure would be cut off by a moan as his mouth latched onto your nipple. His tongue lapping across the sensitive bud and moaning around it, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

“Bet that feels good, huh? Better than any of those other blokes you fooled around with? Yeah, that’s right.”

Moans and whines echoed throughout his room as his hips thrust inside your warmth, your face contorted in pleasure and your hands clutching at his broad back to ground you in reality. Your nails dug into his skin, dragging and leaving stripes across his back.

“You know where I am, doll. Coulda fixed this problem a long time ago.” He all but growled into your ear, feeling you squeeze around him so fucking warm and tight and perfect.

“Hm? Why didn’t you just come to me? Why didn’t you get your best friend to help you?” He asks, as if he wasn’t forcing an orgasm out of you right now. As if you could respond in any capacity.

He glances over at your blissed out face and his lips break out into a smirk.

“Please, please,” you whine, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Oh, yeah? Feels that good, huh?” He croons in your ear, his pace never slowing as he thrusts inside your soaking pussy. Brown eyes burning into your face as moans poured from your lips and tears streaked down your cheeks. “Poor baby. Can’t even fuckin’ talk.”

Every second he was buried in your cunt and filling you so deep inside, you felt yourself grow closer to the edge. Your toes curled and your legs twitched as they were pushed up against your chest.

“But I asked you a question, love. And I expect an answer. Why didn’t you come to me?” Gaz grounds out, punctuating each word of his question with a hard thrust. Soaking up every whimper and whine and moan you let out.

When you still didn’t give him a sufficient answer, besides your mindless babbling, Kyle grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your eyes shoot open, all wide and glossy as you have no choice but to hold his gaze while he fucks you. “Hmm?” His eyes boring into yours, savoring your teary eyed fucked out expression as you willed yourself to form a coherent response.

“I didn’t— fuck,” You cut yourself off with a moan, “I didn’t think that was an option. I didn’t think you liked me—”

Your explanation was cut off by him closing the short distance between you and crashing his lips down to yours. Your eyes widened but you quickly melted into him as the head of his cock kept hitting that spot that made your toes curl. He swallowed any moans and whines as he forced his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you so wholly and completely. The kiss was messy and passionate, full of unspoken feelings and building tension that had finally come to a breaking point.

With each whine and moan that Gaz pulled from you, he smirked against your lips. Those noises only pushed him to make you cum even faster.

“You have no. Fuckin’. Idea.” He all but growls against your mouth, nipping your lip as his hips thrust cruelly with every emphasized word. “No fuckin’ clue how much I like you. How much I love you.” Your brows knit together at his muttered words, so taken aback by his confession that you were half convinced you had imagined it. That you had conjured it up amongst the fog that filled your head.

“But I’ll make sure you know.” Was all he murmured against your lips, eyes flitting open to drink you in. He sneaks the hand that was holding your jaw, all the way down your stomach and between your legs. His fingers quickly find their place on the swollen bundle of nerves that was your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud furiously as he kept thrusting. He could feel the itch of his curls brush up against his hand and your juices drenching the hair and creating a seal around the base of his cock.

He found himself rushing toward his own orgasm right as yours crashed over you, letting out a guttural curse as he came inside you, his cock spurting ropes of cum into your warm cunt. He watched your face contort in even deeper pleasure as you felt his warmth flood your pussy, mixing with your own juices.

It didn’t take long at all for you to cry out into Kyle’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips. He pushes past his own sensitivity and grinds hard into your cunt, his fingers still rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his cock, squeezing him for all he was worth.

“There you go. Just like that.”

(….)

He was far from finished at showing you how much pleasure you’ve been missing out on.

Only a mere few minutes had passed since you came around his cock before he had moved down your body and found his home between your legs once more.

Your heart was pounding as you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your eyelids weighing heavy. Your mind was fuzzy and clouded, and your cunt was throbbing and pulsing.

Your legs were shaking, feeling so sensitive and boneless — so when you felt his gentle hands prying your thighs apart, your legs jolted. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open to see Gaz’s head buried between your slick covered thighs.

You could already feel his breath fanning your sensitive pussy. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

As soon as you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you down his bed, you scrambled to get away from his mouth. Your cunt was still throbbing and your legs were still weak, making it almost pointless to squirm away from his touch. Your legs that felt like jelly were no match for his strong grip, his arms full with corded muscle built from years of training.

“Kyle,” You whine, eyes glossy as you look down at him, “ ‘M so sensitive.”

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he grins, looking up at you from between your legs. His arms snake around your thighs, keeping you anchored for him and leaving your cunt on display.

Just how he likes it.

He looks up at you through his lashes while he bites at your thigh, savoring the gasp that falls from your lips. Then he sucks that bit of soft, warm skin into his mouth, forming a suction in favor of a future hickey.

“Oh, I know, baby.” He croons, voice sickly sweet, brown eyes peering up at you as he hikes your legs over his shoulders. You yelp as he pulls you impossibly close to his waiting mouth. Your hands find purchase in the sheets below you, fisting the fabric in an effort to ground you in reality.

“But you’ve never had anyone eat this pussy like you deserve, huh? I just know you haven’t.” He lowers his face down to your dripping cunt, the juices of your cum mixing with his. “Such a shame, doll. Bloody shame… for this pretty pussy to go neglected. To not be absolutely worshipped.” He traces your slippery folds with two gentle fingers, spreading your juices up and down your slit, before using those fingers to part your folds and revealing your cunt all spread out and ready for him. You gasp with every touch and trace of his delicate fingers.

“So that’s what I’m gonna do. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Is all he said before diving into your soaked pussy.

He was messy and unabashed, with no care for how loud he was as he tasted every inch of you. He took his sweet fucking time devouring you, kissing along your folds and licking wet stripes along your slit.

“Gaz, oh my god-,” You cry out, throwing your head back against his pillow. Your hips jerking and bucking up against his mouth involuntarily.

He smiles against your cunt as he hears you moan and cry over and over, writhing in his hold from how sensitive you were. He licks a wide stripe up and down your pussy, savoring your juices and cum as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck, you taste so fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your core and making you moan even louder.

He didn’t leave his fingers out, though.

The entire time his tongue was licking up your juices, his fingers were playing with your pussy. Starting out slow, dipping those same two fingers inside and letting the pads of his fingers gather your juices. Pushing them in and feeling around your velvet walls, feeling you squeeze around his fingers so damn tight — as if his cock wasn’t buried in your cunt only a few minutes prior.

“So fucking tight. Almost pushing’ me out, love.” He groans into your pussy, before finally dipping his tongue into your entrance.

“Kyle, fuck-,” You cry out, feeling him tongue fuck you while he pumped his fingers in your slippery cunt. Your hips bucked and twitched, making him grip your hips even tighter, grounding you against his face.

His fingers quickened as he heard your moans grow high pitched, knowing you were growing closer and closer with every passing moment.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s it.” He moans into your cunt, delving his tongue even deeper. He curled his tongue and hummed into your heat, almost even growling.

He curled his fingers inside you, enjoying the way you squirmed and jolted from all the sensations. Your legs wriggled on his shoulders, moving on their own accord as his mouth kept working in tandem with his fingers.

“Please, please, please!” You babbled mindlessly, tears stinging at your eyes and your lips sore from being bitten between your teeth too many times.

He smirked against your cunt, one last tactic popping in his head to push you over the edge.

All while pumping and curling his fingers, he used his free hand to reach into his nightstand drawer. He felt silicone beneath his fingertips before swiftly pulling it out, revealing a sleek vibrator. It was small, only about three inches long and matte black.

He clicked the toy on and felt it vibrate it in his hand, excitement flooding his veins as he imagined you jumping from the sudden vibration against your cunt.

With one more glance up at your fucked out face, he pressed the vibrating toy against your throbbing clit.

“Kyle, oh fuck!” You all but screamed, utterly overwhelmed by the mix of sensations. You were drowning in pleasure and ecstasy as his tongue lapped at your wetness and dipped into your cunt, while his fingers pumped into you at a furious pace. To top it all off, an intense wave of vibrations suddenly washed over you.

You didn’t know where the hell it came from, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you couldn’t even feel your face. Not when you couldn’t even tell which way was up and which way was down.

Not when your best friend was busy making you cum over and over. Not when your best friend was making you feel better than any other man ever could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wail, feeling that knot burst deep in your stomach as you squeeze tight, pulsing over and over. You squirt all over his fingers and tongue, absolutely drenching his chin and his palm in your juices. Your slick coated the vibrator as he held it against your cunt.

“There you go.” He purred, fingers working you through your orgasm.

“Bet you wish you would have come to me sooner, doll.”

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