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cranky cook - sanji x you

BASICALLY sanji is sleep deprived and gets cranky and a lil bit jealous. brooke makes a guest appearance

w.c - 5k. not edited

I bolted upright in my bed, letting out heavy pants as I felt chills go down my body. My entire figure was shaking, but I couldn’t help it. These dreams were always too real, too lifelike. I glanced around the room, shared with Robin and Nami, to make sure I hadn’t woken them up. As soon as I confirmed they were asleep, I tiptoed out of my bed, curling my arms around myself, to protect me from the cold, and from any nightmarish zombies that could spring out at any moment. Despite knowing they weren’t real, I couldn’t shake the terrifying feeling that coursed through me. I quickly made my way down the hall, hoping my lover, Sanji, was occupying the kitchen, and that this journey wasn't for nothing.

I reached my destination perhaps a bit too quickly than I should’ve, but the nightmarish zombies had only spurred me on. I gently opened the door, afraid to awaken him should he be sleeping at the table. The view of the kitchen spread out before me. He certainly was at the table, but no more asleep than I was. His legs were spread out as he slouched over the piece of wood, one hand holding a cigarette just centimeters from his mouth.

He immediately perked up when he saw me, eyes scanning my body to take in my disheveled state. It didn’t take him long to put the pieces together. After all, while this may have been the first time I sought his presence after a nightmare, he knew I had been dealing with them ever since we left the zombie island.

His face morphed into concern, but I beat him to his words. “Can you… Hold me?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, my wavering voice giving away how shaken I was. Despite asking the question, I was already shuffling towards him.

“Mellorine, do you even need to ask?” He quickly extinguished his cigarette and turned his chair, opening his arms for me.

I silently straddled myself in his lap, molding my chest against his. I hugged him tightly, burying my face against his neck. My breaths fluttered across his neck, bouncing back to warm my face. I answered sleepily and somewhat incoherently, “Yeah, because you’re a zombie…”

His hands gently found their way under my shirt, skimming every inch of my bare waist. His warm fingers caressed my hips, nearly sending a chill through me, before settling his arms comfortably around me, and holding me tight. As he eased into my hold, I could practically see the fear melting off of me, being replaced by something much more warm. I could feel him burning with questions, especially since he wasn’t normally this quiet when comforting me. But I couldn't be more thankful as his lack of conversation allowed me to slowly fall asleep. My lips twitched against his neck, despite the fear I had felt only moments ago. How observant this man was.

“I should really hope not…” He murmured. I heard the click of his lighter flaming another cigarette, just moments before succumbing to sleep.

=+=

And so the cycle began. I awoke, terrified out of my skin. I found Sanji’s presence. I slept through the night.

After about 4 consecutive days of this, the effects of my endeavors were beginning to make themselves known. Specifically through the darkened, sleep-deprived eyes of Sanji. Every night, this man had ensured he stayed awake until I found him. And even then, would only allow himself to sleep in brief increments, checking on me occasionally. Despite that, I had felt increasingly guilty that I only realized this after Franky had said something at breakfast this morning, and that I hadn’t figured it out myself.

We had all made our way to the kitchen per usual. Breakfast was an interesting meal, as there wasn’t a set time due to everyone’s sleep schedules. However, due to my nightmares, I had become increasingly clingy towards Sanji, and would hardly leave his side. This meant I sat through every serving of breakfast the cook would serve for the crew.

About an hour after we had woken up, Franky and Robin made their way to the kitchen, sitting at their respective seats at the table.

“Morning guys,” I yawned.

Robin gave a small smile, “Morning.”

Franky gave a silent large wave as he ran a hand down his tired face.

Sanji whisked by, carrying two dishes that he dramatically placed before them. “For the beautiful lady, and the robot.”

“Ahh,” Franky began, practically salivating at the food, “Looking SUPER as always!” Whatever tiredness there was before, seemed to have been instantly dispelled at the sight of food.

Sanji found his way back to my side at the bar. We faced the other crew members at the table and I cracked a smile at Franky’s enthusiasm over food.

Sanji leaned against the bar, “The captain’s favorite is on the menu today,” he replied.

Robin took a bite, “Shouldn’t you call him before the food’s gone then?” she hummed.

“That idiot’s always stealing food. It’s on him if he’s late,” replied the blonde with a yawn.

“Would you save the food if I was the late one?” I asked teasingly, simply wanting a flirty response in that moment.

Before Sanji could reply, however, the blue-haired man beat him too it. “As if you would be late. You’re practically machine-welded to the side of that man.”

“Well, he’s like my personal therapist. So…” I trailed off.

Franky slurped his food, “Is he your therapist at night too?” He said this so matter-of-factly that I almost didn't pick up on the underlying message he sent.

I blinked, “Wha-”

Sanji crossed his legs, his head now resting on his shoulder with his eyes closed. Had he not spoken I would've thought he was asleep. “She has nightmares, cyborg. Get off her case.”

I bit my lip, why did both of them sound almost irritated right now?

Franky raised an eyebrow at him, “Well in that case maybe she gets a pass.”

“Is there something going on?” I spoke up.

The robot-man looked up at me from eating another spoonful. “You’re running him dry. Don’t you see how exhausted that man is?”

Sanji sat upright, repositioning himself in his seat as if he had just woken up. He let out a yawn, “Don’t listen to him, Mellorine. Nothing you’re doing is wrong.”

I glanced at the blonde. As if my eyes had finally been opened, I took in just how exhausted his man looked. The overly-dark circles under his eyes, the disheveled hair, the fact that he had been wearing the same outfit for almost two days straight. I gulped, “Sanji have you been getting any sleep…?”

He nodded and let out a hum, but not before letting out a long yawn. “I wouldn’t mind a quick nap though.”

I turned to Robin, who had a knowing look on her face. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize it, but... No offense Sanji, but you've been less and less yourself the past couple of days. You need your sleep.”

I reached for his hand, gently wrapping his fingers in between his, “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked quietly, guilt running through me.

He faced me, trying to blink away his exhaustion, but the simple fact that he didn’t respond to Robin’s allegation spoke more than words. “Who says they’re right? A man should protect his woman at night. Even from fake foes.”

I shook my head, “Sanji, you need your sleep.”

“Stubborn moron,” Franky muttered. But despite his choice of vocabulary, it was clear that he had begun this conversation out of concern for the man.

And with that, I had made the terrifying decision to conquer my fears by myself, and not let my nightmares interfere with him ever again. I had purposefully spent most of the day away from him, trying to silently tell him that he needed his sleep, and trying to decrease my own clingyness. I spent most of the day with Luffy, playing random games to pass the time, or simply keeping him company.

Around lunch time was the first time I ran into Sanji again. The meal was served later than usual, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to his sleep deprivation. While everyone was chowing down on their food at the table, I slipped towards the counter, where Sanji was fashioning a number of fancy drinks. I leaned my back against the counter, watching as his fingers expertly added perfect amounts of syrup and juice to each glass.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” he said. His voice was gruffer than usual, a tone he very rarely used with me. But the brief flick of his eyes towards me spoke a different story, like he had actually missed my company over just a few hours.. The dark circles under his eyes hadn’t lessened in the slightest. I had to physical resist the urge to grab hold of him and show him to bed.

“Did you not get any rest?” I asked, somewhat concerned.

“Mellorine, I already told you, I’m fine,” he replied firmly.

My brow furrowed, watching as mixed each glass, “Um, sure. I don’t want to be blunt but… You look awful.”

A testy tone entered his voice, “And there’s things that need to be done, lunch doesn’t cook itself.”

I huffed, “It did not take you four hours to make lunch.”

He scoffed, “Maybe it does when I’m busy at night dealing with more important matters.”

“Sanji, I know you want to help me with my nightmares, but if it’s impacting you this badly-”

His jaw flexed “I’ve helped you through every night, and now you’re acting like you barely appreciate it!”

I blinked at his outburst, “I really do appreciate it, but this isn’t about me. You’ve had your turn to help me, and now you deserve a break.”

“Like you can take a break on relationship things.”

I sighed, “I really appreciate the chivalry, I really do. But at this point, you have to draw the line.”

He set both hands on the counter and flashed me a glare, but one that spoke of exhaustion more than actual anger, “Is there anything else you’d like me to put a break on then, Mademoiselle,” he threw out heatedly.

I shook my head, knowing it was pointless to have this conversation when he was this exhausted. I reached for his closest hand, lifting his fingers off the counter before entwining mine between his. Both of our gazes were enraptured by the simple physical contact. I gave his hand a squeeze, somewhat stupidly hoping if he took a second to process the conversation then he would see that he needed sleep.

Eventually, his eyes flicked back towards mine, but there was little emotion behind them. He pulled his hand out of my hold, somewhat rougher than usual. “I need my hands for cooking,” he said distantly.

I clenched my teeth. “Guess you need them for your stupid pride, too,” I threw back. I shouldered my way past him, ignoring the glances the rest of the strawhats threw at me while I exited the kitchen. The only comment I actually made out was a confused “Yo ho ho…?” from Brook.

I didn’t see Sanji the rest of the day. It wasn’t a petty effort to get back at him for the argument, but more of a way to shout to him that he needed sleep. But even with that, I went to bed that night silently hoping the argument would work itself out tomorrow.

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Hours later, after another horrendous nightmare and very well into the depths of night, I found myself walking along the deck of the Sunny. By force of habit I was walking towards the kitchen, but I knew that wasn't a wise choice. If Sanji was there, I couldn’t make him suffer another sleepless night, and if he wasn’t, I didn’t want to fall asleep there, only for him to find me and feel regretting not being there for me.

Instead, I made my way to the upper deck on the back of the boat. I leaned against the rail, curling my fingers tightly around the wood to relieve my anxiety. No matter how many times I had these nightmares, my mental response was always the same, and I simply couldn’t escape the terror of it. I let out a deep sigh, trying to calm myself with the gentle noises of the sea, and the wafts of saltiness from the waves. But even with that, I couldn’t shake the feeling that a horrible, mutilated creature from my nightmares was watching me.

I let my chin fall to my chest. My heart burned with desire for Sanji’s comfort; to feel his arms wrap around me, and his soft whispers. My jaw began to tremble as I fully comprehended that I would be facing my horrible, awful, fears all alone tonight. I bit my lip, trying to wrack my brain for anything to latch onto, words that Sanji used to comfort me. A joke Usopp had made to cheer me up. An adorable act Chopper had done while he healed me. Or… I remembered the words Brook had once said when he tried to conquer his own fears. “I hum when I’m frightened, and I like to think it helps.”

I lifted my head, letting the light of the moon shine brightly upon myself, as it peeked out from behind the clouds. I bit my lip, and performed a quick scan of the area, ensuring no one was in hearing range. I took a breath, and let out a singular high-pitched note of the first song that came to my mind- and old sea shanty. A second note followed just as smoothly, and soon the entire song was tumbling out of my lips. The sound of my voice complimenting the night sky beautifully as I sang to the stars. My anxious frown soon lessened as I imagined the whole world to be my audience.

Within minutes, the song came to a close, and I contently leaned against the rail, searching for another song I knew just as well. As my eyes darted across the ocean waters, I realized not a single thought of my night terrors occupied my mind. I let out a small smile, but that thought brought me back full circle to my original thoughts of monsters and zombies. Dark figures that were stalking me- Crawling up to this deck on the outside of the boat- Creeping eerily up the stairs-

I whipped around, terror overtaking me. Before I even had time to process my view, I dropped to the deck, my knees unable to handle the fear of the thing before me. Directly in front of me was a terrifying creature. One that reached unimaginable heights.

“Yo ho ho! What a wonderful voice you have!”

That voice… I blinked, shaking my head to clear my vision. Standing opposite of me, leaning against the other rail, was the one and only skeleton, Brook. I should’ve known it was him. He often roamed the ship at weird times of the night because he rarely ever needed sleep.

“Do you need help?” he asked innocently, scaling the short distance towards me.

Guilt immediately wracked through me for thinking he was a monster. I shook my head in response, my hand reached for my own rail. I heaved myself up, trying to conceal the trembling that shook me from my head to my toes. “I.. I didn’t think anyone else would be awake.”

He stood next to me, and leaned over the railing, just as I had done moments ago. “Oh my, did I scare you?” he asked, with some concern.

I gave a weak smile and copied his position, “Only a bit.”

“I tend to have that effect on people, don’t I? Yo ho ho!”

I stayed silent, the adrenaline rushing through me keeping me from giving me an empathetic response. I wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon, that much was certain. “What are you doing out here?” I eventually asked.

“You do have a wonderful voice,” he repeated, giving me a toothy smile.

“Oh, um, thanks,” I said shyly, realizing he had probably heard most of my song.

“Do you sing often?” he asked curiously, seemingly undeterred by my quiet demeanor at the moment.

I shook my head, staring out at the water. Sometimes I forget this man had only been on our crew for a couple of weeks. “No not at all. Sometimes when we have a celebration and the crew makes me sing, but that’s about it.”

“Ahh, you should sing more!” he replied encouragingly.

I shrugged, slightly embarrassed, “I don’t know. It’s not a huge hobby of mine.”

“Well, what got you started singing tonight?”

I dropped my head, letting out a small disbelieving laugh, “Well, this is a little dumb. But it was actually something you said when I first met you.”

I couldn’t watch his expression, but slight silence left me even more embarrassed, “If you weren’t with Sanji I would assume you were in love with me,” he finally replied with awe. His strange, romantic tendencies getting the better of him.

My eyes widened and I jerked my head to look up at him. I gave an awkward laugh, “Oh um, it was actually about facing your fears.”

“Oh?” he questioned.

“Well, you said that you hummed to yourself when you were frightened, and I’ve been dealing with a lot of nightmares lately so… I decided to put my own spin on that idea.”

He let out a low hum, as if testing his own idea, “And did it work?”

“I mean, I’d like to think it did.”

“Would you like to sing again?” he asked simply.

This question caught me off guard, “Uh, I… Why?”

“To help you! I can play my violin if you’d like.” He pushed himself off the rail, and made his way across the deck, where his violin case rested. I hadn’t noticed it there before.

“Well… Only if you play really loudly, then maybe,” I replied.

He took out his violin and played a few practice notes. “Is that loud enough?” he asked warmly.

I nodded hesitantly, a new bubble of anxiety rising in my throat at having to sing in front of someone, “I guess?”

He repeated the notes again, but with more sharpness, increasing their volume.

I gulped, “Yea that works.”

“Why don’t we do the song you just sang?”

I gently hummed, warming my voice again. I let out a breath to calm myself, “Yeah… Let’s do it then.”

“Yo ho ho!” he let out excitedly.

And with that, his violin lit up the night with his expertly played notes. On cue, I joined with my voice, creating a melodic duo that snaked through the length of the boat, and beyond into the sea. We played on and on, our talents colliding in perfect synchronization with each other. When the song came to an eventual close, after many minutes, not a single terrifying thought occupied my mind. A grin stretched across my face as I felt the effects of the song channel through me, elating my mood beyond what it had been all day. Brook beamed at me as he set his violin down.

“That was really good!” I exclaimed.

“Yo ho ho! You’re even better with an accompaniment!” He hopped around the deck, practically dancing with glee.

I let out a small laugh, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Another?” he asked excitedly, jumping over to me. He suddenly link one arm around mine and spun me around once, before releasing me.

The action surprised me a bit but I remained my composure. I gave a small stretch as I tried to hold back a yawn, “Surprisingly… I actually want to, but I feel like it’s getting kind of late,” I admitted.

He gave a nod, “Ah, I understand.”

I smiled, “Another time though, definitely.”

He matched my expression, “Thank you for tonight then.”

With that, we had a bit of small talk before I made my way to the sleeping quarters. On my way there I briefly overheard Brook talking to himself. “I haven’t done that in… Many decades,” he said almost sorrowfully.

I frowned, but any thoughts relating to that were quickly overrun at the sight of something else- the kitchen door cracked just enough to reveal a sliver of light from it. A light wave of dread washed over me, had the blonde man stayed awake in the kitchen for me?

I reached the door, hesitating outside the room for a moment. I wanted to check if he was sleeping, but if he wasn’t… I didn’t want to keep him awake more than he needed to be. He needed to sleep. Despite the overwhelming thought that I shouldn’t enter, I did so anyway, and was quite relieved to see the sight before me. Sanji hunched over the table, resting his head on his crossed arms. I gave a small smile. A long-cold cigarette fell from between his fingers, signaling that he had been out for quite some time. While I knew it couldn’t have been the most comfortable, I was relieved he finally was receiving the sleep he deserved.

I glanced around the room as I made my way towards him, trying to eye his suit jacket that so often accompanied him. But a quick scan proved it wasn’t anywhere in the room. Without a second thought, I removed my own jacket and spread it over his shoulders, like a blanket. It may have been two sizes too small for him, but I became satisfied knowing he had some sort of layer over him. He shifted slightly in his sleep, but I continued to tuck it around him. Eventually, my work was done, and he came to a still. I took a step back and admired the sleeping blonde. His features finally earned the peaceful look they deserved after so many sleepless nights. I reached down, and gave him a small peck on his warm cheek, while also removing the cigarette from his hands.

I moved to make my way out of the room, but upon reaching the door I hesitated once again. I looked back at the man, hoping he wouldn’t beat himself up too much in the morning, when he would see the jacket and realize I had been there, but hadn’t woken him. I shook my head. If that happened, then so be it. I shoved through the door, letting it close silently behind me.

=+=

The following afternoon greeted me, as I quickly made myself ready for the day. A quick once over of the sleeping areas, told me I had slept far past the morning. And I certainly needed it too, because for the first time in over a week I had gotten the sleep I so desperately needed.

I made my way up to the deck as soon as I had freshened up, and was taken aback by the sight I saw before me. We were docked at a port town, and no one was on deck. In fact, they had probably all gone into town. I blinked, wondering why no one had even thought to leave me a note to inform me. And also a little hurt by the fact that I was now expected to watch over the ship alone.

But just as all these thoughts were hitting me at once, no one other than Prince Charming came walking down the steps of the upper deck. He focused on the cigarette in his mouth, trying to light the thing in the slightly breezy weather. When he reached the deck, he successfully lit it, and shook out his lighter, setting it into his pocket. He finally gave his attention to his surroundings, and immediately our eyes connected, spanning the length of the deck.

Tossed over one forearm was something similar to my jacket. At the sight of me, he reached for it with his free hand, gripping it tightly. He meandered towards me, a million thoughts scrawled onto his face, while I quickly paced the distance towards him.

Half way towards him, I called out, “Were you finally able to sleep?”

We met at the midway point of the deck, with him leaning over the rail. He set my jacket next to him. “I was,” he replied, almost begrudgingly, with a puff of his cigarette. His rosy cheeks and bright eyes confirmed his statement.

I settled to the left of him, keeping my jacket slightly in between us. I nodded, happy that we were both well-rested. Despite that, his closed-off body language spoke more than words, and it was clear that something was bothering him. Considering the course of the past 24 hours, I had a few different guesses.

“I didn’t see you last night,” he remarked. He moved his hand to grip my jacket again, as if that part of me was the only thing reassuring him right now. But it also served as a clear signal to tell me that he knew I had visited him in his sleep.

Out of habit, I reached his hand, but remembering the events that happened yesterday, I shifted my aim, and settled my fingers on his sleeve cuff instead. I gently played with it, running the material back and forth between my fingers. The weight of my single finger burned against the skin of his wrist.

“I thought you knew I didn’t want to bother you,” I finally said, wondering if he still held anything against me from our argument.

He out a puff of his cigarette, “So you bothered Brook instead?” he asked. His voice was low, but not the angry sort. The low that suggested he was trying to mask over whatever pain that idea brought him.

My fingers froze, coming to a still at the left edge of his sleeve. “How…?” I trailed off, not quite sure how to ask what I wanted to. Hadn’t he been asleep for that, after all?

He tilted his head to meet my eyes, “You have a beautiful voice, Mon Cheri,” he spoke quietly.

I opened my mouth to speak, a thousand questions rushing through me, but he beat me to it. He turned his entire body towards me, “It was the things I said yesterday, wasn’t it? That pushed you away...” His brow was creased, like he hated the idea of me confirming his words.

I took a breath, not too surprised he came to that conclusion. “No… Sanji I honestly don’t even care about the things you said. I didn’t bother anyone last night. He just showed up.”

He shook his head, dismissing my explanation, “I shouldn’t have said what I said,” he paused, “I’m sorry, my love. My hands are for far more than cooking.” As if to prove his point, he reached to grab my hands in his. “They’re for loving you. They’re for caring for you. For protecting you.” He reached up to caress my hair, “For stroking your hair, and holding you. Even when you have nightmares,” he added.

I stood there, completely starstruck by his words, a smile slowly spread across my face with the more he spoke, growing larger with each word. “I um…” Not having the words to convey my feelings, I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me. My eyes briefly flicked to his lips, before I leaned into him. Just as our lips skimmed each other my mouth parted. I whispered against him “I love you too.” My lips brushing against his as I spoke.

His shudders, yearning for my lips. “Don’t do that,” he warned quietly, his warm breath scattering across my face. He arms reached around my hips, squeezing me against him to show his affection. A smile briefly flickered across me, before he shoved his lips onto mine, devouring me in every way he craved. Both of us were enraptured in each other’s burning romance, after having no contact for the past day.

Eventually, we pulled away, his hands instantly reaching for my cheeks to keep me from retreating too far. He gazed into my eyes, “I adore you, Mon Cheri.”

My cheeks heated at his intensity, something that hadn’t happened in a while. I placed my hands over his, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles. With my other hand, I tilted his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Are your hands for kissing too?” I asked fervently.

“For anything you could ever need,” he replied.

I showed a sly smile, “What a tempting offer.”

He raised his eyebrows, an intrigued smile on his face as if waiting for me to continue that thought.

But I did nothing of the sort, and instead turned the conversation to another matter. I let his hands fall to his sides, and leaned my back against the rail. “So… Do you always get jealous of talking skeletons?” I asked coyly.

The smile on his face faltered slightly, and I had to bite my tongue from laughing at his semi-defeated expression. He parted his lips slightly, taking a moment to form his response. He smoothly replied with, “I’d like to think a man would never question his lady’s loyalty.”

I pursed my lips in amusement, “Oh? Well, liking to and actually doing it are two different things.”

He leaned his arms against the rail, facing the sea as he turned to look at me. He swiftly lit another cigarette, trying to hide his own smile behind it now that he picked up on my humorous intent behind my words. “It’s the thought that counts.”

I playfully elbowed him in the ribs, “Not sure that thought was there in the first place.”

He let out a puff of smoke, taking my physical jab without a problem, “Can you blame me?”

“He’s a skeleton.”

He eyed me up and down, “You have one too. And a hot one at that,” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.”

He let out a laugh, letting our playful banter continue through much of the rest of the afternoon.

#slayyyy this was so good i loved it!!!#brook is one of my faves Strawhats so I'm really happy he was part of the jealousy plotline lmao

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mere-mortifer · 4 days ago

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Meal time is meal time for everyone.

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mere-mortifer · 7 days ago

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#November 5th 2020 jumpstarted a level of collective insanity that no one who wasn't there can't even graso #i spent like three weeks scrolling through the Destiel tag for 9 hours a day and this did not get boring for even a second

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mere-mortifer · 8 days ago

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Wrong Time | The apology

17: When you move to a new town, you don’t expect to run into your high school sweetheart. Old feelings begin to arise and you are suddenly faced with the complexity of relationships, communication, and the struggle for true connection.

Warning: 18+ only. contains sexual themes and content, use of cigarettes, toxic behaviors, destructive behaviors, miscommunications, complex feelings, jealousy, anxiety, loneliness, reader x Ace mentions, cheating, depression, slow burn, angst, desc. of a panic attack

Sanji lays limp across his couch, head flat on the cushion with one leg thrown over the arm and the other awkwardly hanging off. Too short to accommodate Sanji’s height. But he was uncaring.

Smoke fills his lungs. The only effort he can offer within his low state was the movement of hand to mouth, already finishing the fresh pack of cigarettes he had stored away. His apartment reeks of nicotine and depression. It would be a miracle if he didn’t get kicked out if his landlord were to see its state.

Sanji’s heart is pounding in his chest. Ringing in his ears. So intense that it fills the apartment… It’s actually deafeningly loud in the apartment.

Then his head snaps up.

The door practically rattles from how intensely someone pounds on it. “Sanji!” A muffled yell follows soon after. “Sanji, Sanji, Saaaaanji!” The noise doesn’t cease. Even as Sanji watches the wood rattling from his place on the couch. No matter how silent he is. Luffy would never relent, if the phone calls were any indication.

His neighbors certainly had to be growing tired.

Sanji peels himself from the couch, feeling as if each limb had to be manually maneuvered, all the way to the door. He peers through the peephole to see Luffy leaning in try and peer into his apartment through it. Not that such a thing would ever work. It almost pulls a smile to Sanji’s face.

Almost.

He flicks the lock to tug the door open, barely cracking it enough to lay a single eye on Luffy. The guy lights up and Sanji doesn’t even have the energy to hold his own as he shoves his way inside. Sanji trips over his own feet in the doors swing.

Suddenly Luffy is standing in Sanji’s apartment with his nose wrinkled. “Thought you weren’t supposed ta smoke inside?” Luffy casts his eyes around the room. The shades were drawn and all the lights were out. The only thing preventing him from total darkness was the glow of the tv- nothing playing, just on.

“Why are you here?” Sanji’s voice is strained and he suddenly realizes that this is the first time he has spoken in two days. His throat was wrecked with the crying he has been doing. Entirely broken.

“I’m worried about you.” Luffy simply states, plopping himself onto the couch. Sanji frowns at the intrusion. What he wouldn’t give to just collapse back into the cushions, entirely alone. “So what happened? Nami told me that you picked Y/N up from Liberty Street when she got stood up.” He watches Sanji closely. “She never called any of us, we found out from Nami after.”

Something akin to anger flared up inside of him. The fact that no one else was there for you, regardless of the circumstances. You deserved someone who could always be there for you. If Ace was going to be that guy, he needed to step it up. Be the man you deserved.

Sanji feels sick at the thought.

“Sanji, come on.” Luffy’s voice brings him back.

He collapses onto the couch beside of Luffy. Sanji finally takes a real deep breath, full of something other than cigarette smoke, and shakily lets it out. Then another. Then they come in quick succession. His lungs burn and his hands shake. Sanji knows that there are tears streaming down his cheeks but he can’t stop them. This isn’t the first time it has happened today.

Sanji holds his breath. Trying to stop the quickened gasps for air- you can’t have a panic attack if you stop breathing, he reasons. His nose is running through all his efforts of crying. Luffy smacks a hand on his back and he gasps a breath of air.

His hands squeeze at the fabric of the couch, knuckles turning white. Unable to get a full breath. Panic flares inside of him.

He can hear Luffy’s voice breaking through it all. Rambling on about some meal he had that he really wants Sanji to recreate. Good. This was good. Sanji focuses on the words. Allowing his mind to consider what ingredients he would need. The techniques he would use. All the way down to the knife cuts to prepare such a thing.

Suddenly he is breathing evenly.

His eyes burn. Sanji is exhausted through his combined efforts of panic attacks, tears, and the lack of sleep. He wanted this day to be over already. And then the next day. And then the next day. Until his heart could finally get over itself and heal… if that could ever happen.

Sanji can hear the sound of his own voice but he doesn’t even know what words he is saying. Luffy seems to actually be listening though, eyes locked on Sanji, hand placed comfortingly on his back. He feels his lips forming the words. Droning on. And on. And on. Until everything is spilled out at his feet.

“Three days ago.” Luffy wonders aloud, head tipping and lips poking out in the effort to think. “What time?”

“What?”

“What time did you run into Ace?”

It was a stupid question that Sanji didn’t even know the answer to. Why did it even matter? The clock was the least of his worries when he felt like his legs no longer worked.

“I was with Ace.” Luffy states, blinking slowly. “Well, I was in the car, but I was with him that day. We went by her apartment to grab something that Ace borrowed from Sabo.” He rambles on and Sanji’s brows furrow further. “It was something he left back when they were hooking up, but they don’t do that anymore. Ace is into some girl at the gym and, well, she’s into you.”

Sanji stares at Luffy for a long time. Face void of emotion. Processing. Then his voice comes out clipped, “What?”

“What?” Luffy asks, confused. “You didn’t talk to her? Ask why Ace was there?”

He hadn’t, and suddenly he feels like the biggest idiot in the world over it. Sanji drops his face into his hands, tugging at his bangs, and letting out a deep groan. Three days. Three days of a deep depression over the woman he was in love with. The woman that he fumbled so horribly.

Could you ever forgive him?

“I’m an idiot.” Sanji groans into his palms.

“Kind of.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t deserve her.”

“Well that’s not true.”

“She’s too good for me.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re not helping right now.”

“Probably not.” There’s a certain humor laced in Luffy’s voice. It should make Sanji annoyed but his glare holds no heat. Sanji couldn’t ever be mad at the one person that didn’t give up on him. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I have…” Sanji’s hands fumble around in a search for his phone. “I have to call her.” He finally finds the device, shooting straight up and pacing as he hits call. It rings. And rings. And rings.

Before the ringing ends and he is sent to voicemail. Sanji hangs up the phone and yells out in frustration, collapsing back onto the couch and dropping his face in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay-“

“No it’s not! She’s not answering me. She probably hates me, Luffy. What am I supposed to do?” Tears well up in Sanji’s eyes and his breathing increases.

“Here, okay, try calling her on my phone.” Luffy holds it out to him and Sanji doesn’t hesitate to snatch it out of his hands. It takes Sanji a moment to find the goofy contact name that belongs to you, his only indication being the contact picture taken at an angle above your head, looking down at you. It would be an unflattering picture for anyone else but Sanji smiles at how adorable you look in it.

He hits call, waiting. Sanji isn’t even sure he is breathing. Then it connects. “Luffy.” Nami’s voice rings through the line in greeting.

Sanji launches into his rambling. He’s not even sure what he is saying but he can hear Nami’s annoyed sigh. “Is she at your place?” The question breaks through to his consciousness.

“She is.” Nami’s voice is clipped.

“Nami, please I need to see her. I need to explain how stupid I am, and that this is all a misunderstanding. I- I need to see her, please.” Sanji stumbles over his words in a haste to word vomit it all out. To beg your friend to see you.

“Sanji.” It’s an exasperated sigh. Disappointed.

“Nami, please.” Sanji sighs, feeling the tears welling up. He would get on his hands and knees to beg if it came down to it. He was desperate. “I love her. I love her so much and I just need to make it up to her. I can’t lose her, Nami.”

“Fine, make it quick though.” Then the call ends.

Sanji’s eyes shoot to Luffy, who has been surprisingly quiet through it all. “I have to go to Nami’s she- she’s there.”

“I’ll drive.” Luffy eyes him closely. Sanji opens his mouth to protest but Luffy has already collected his keys and made it halfway to the door. “You shouldn’t be behind the wheel right now.”

The two bolt out of his apartment, Sanji rushing Luffy impatiently all the way down to his car. Then even more so as Luffy begins driving. The guy already ignored the speed limit but Sanji wanted him to go faster. To get him there quicker. He needed to see you now.

Luffy barely makes it into the parking spot before Sanji is stumbling out of the car. He feels sick to his stomach. Sanji runs ahead, electing to take the stairs as if they would be any faster. Two at a time. His lungs burning far worse than they have been the past three days.

As he throws the stairwell door open, he watches Luffy step out of the elevator, laughing humorously when he notices Sanji out of breath. “Come on, stupid.” Luffy waves him on as he waltzes causally up to Nami’s door. Carefree. A stark contrast to how Sanji felt.

They both pound impatiently on Nami’s door. It swings open to reveal the red head with a more angered expression than Sanji had ever seen. Her eyes jump between the two of them, lips pursed in a thin line, before she allows them both in. Sanji attempts to burst inside to find you, but stops as Nami presses her palm into his chest.

She waits for Luffy to disappear further inside before turning her glare to Sanji. “Explain. Then i’ll determine if it’s even worth her time and energy.” Her arms cross over her chest.

Sanji sighs, ruffling his fingers through his hair. As annoyed as he was about the delay, part of him was happy that Nami cared for you so much. “I broke up with Vera, after everything that happened between us, and when I came over to tell her,” Sanji shakes his head. He felt so stupid to believe you would do such a thing to him. “I saw Ace leaving her apartment. I thought-“ His eyes flicker away for a moment and Nami lets out a sigh. He meets her gaze to see that it has softened. “But Luffy explained everything and now I see how big of an idiot I am.”

“You are an idiot.” Nami watches him carefully. “But she doesn’t like when I say that, lucky for you.”

“I am lucky.” The words rush out of him. “Please just let me talk to her.”

Nami’s jaw locks, “You hurt her.” Her hands ball into fists. “I want to hit you upside the head or something for doing that to her. You’re lucky I’m not screaming at you right now.”

“I know.” Sanji sighs. “I know.”

She stares at Sanji long and hard. Eyes raking over his face in effort to find something in his expression. What she was looking for, he isn’t even sure that she knows herself. Finally her shoulders drop. “She’s in my room.” And then Nami is turning to venture into her apartment.

Sanji makes a beeline for the door, hesitating only for a moment to take a breath, before opening the door and stepping inside. Only then does he freeze, watching as your pacing stalls and your eyes turn to him. Silence envelopes the room.

“I see Nami let you past.” You clear your throat as you speak, shifting on your heels.

“Yeah.” Sanji breathes, trying to gather his thoughts now that he stands in your presence. It was a harder task than he expected.

Silence lingers.

“Look I’m-“

“I tried to-“

You both stop talking as quickly as you started. Sanji takes a deep breath, “Me first, please.” He slowly crosses the room to move closer to you. “I need to explain how big of an idiot I am.”

“Don’t call yourself an idiot.” Your voice is small. Sanji feels his heart skip a beat. Then you take a breath and sit on the edge of Nami’s bed, nodding at the empty space at your side. You don’t seem angry and Sanji is more than grateful for that.

He takes place beside of you. “First, I broke up with Vera.” Sanji watches as your head snaps up to look at him, brows pulled together as you offer a cute, confused look.

“Then why-“

“I ran straight to Vera’s when I left your place. It was like two in the morning. She, uh, she said a lot.” His head bows. He sees your fingers twitch as if you want to reach out, but ultimately they stay at your side. Sanji frowns at this. “Then, the next day I came to your apartment. Ran up the stairs because I was so excited to see you,” Sanji’s hair falls further in his eyes as he shakes his head. “But I saw Ace leaving your place.”

“Oh.” Is all you say, shoulders dropping. “It’s not-“

“I know that now.” Sanji ruffles his fingers in his hair so that he has a clear view of you, only blocking one of his eyes. “But I thought the two of you… So I went home. And I don’t think I moved off of my couch in three days.”

He hears a sharp intake of breath, “Why didn’t you talk to me? I could have told you that it was nothing and this whole thing could have been avoided!”

“I know.” Sanji’s eyes fall to his hands. He presses the pads of his fingers together, applying light pressure, then relaxing. “It’s just, I don’t know, something Vera said really got to me.”

“What did she say?” Your voice is soft, caring. Emotions squeeze at Sanji’s throat and he can’t bring himself to answer. Then, one of your hands falls atop his folded hands. “What did she say, Sanji?” Still soft. No shred of impatience or aggravation in your tone.

“That, uh, you will eventually realize how unloveable I am.” He allows his fingers to brush over your palm. “How worthless I am.”

You’re silent for a long moment. Processing the words, turning them around in your mind, debating. It made Sanji nervous. As if he expected you to suddenly agree and kick him out.

But you don’t. Instead, you shift even closer to him. “You’re none of that.” Your voice is low, fingers catching his chin to turn his face to you. He meets your eyes and his breath hitches. “I was… I was devastated when you didn’t show up. I wasn’t angry, but I was so scared that something happened. That I would just lose you and never even know why.” Your forehead drops to lean against his. Enveloping the two of you in your own little bubble. “I wanted to be mad and yell at you over this whole thing.” Your hand moves from his chin to brush back into his hair. Sanji relishes in the feeling. “I couldn’t do any of that. All I wanted was you. I was ready to drop everything when you called me because I love you, Sanji. And I need you. And i’m not mad at you. And you’re so good.”

He doesn’t even realize there are tears in his eyes until you’re brushing them away. “I’m sorry.” The words tumble from his mouth before he can even think about them. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You coo the words to him, shifting so that he can fall into your embrace. Face buried in your hair and arms wrapping around your waist. Safe. Loved. “It’s okay, Sanj.”

The soft reassurances seem to have the opposite effect. For so long, he was used to a softness that came with conditions. It could be flipped like a switch. He could be told that it’s all okay one moment, and the next he was expected to figure out how to make it all up. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, i’ll do better.”

“Hey, come on.” You sooth a hand down his back. He is shaking in your arms, unsure of what to do with himself. “You don’t have to make anything up to me, I just want my Sanji back.”

His fingers twist in your shirt, crying a little bit harder. “I missed you.” His words are muffled against your shirt but he hopes you can make something out. He feels a bit pathetic but the tears flow freely and there seems to be no end in sight. The floodgates were open. “I missed you so bad and- and- and I was so stupid. I shouldn’t have gotten back together with her-“

“None of that matters.” A kiss to the side of his head. Arms squeezing him tight. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters. I finally have you back.” More quiet reassurances flow. Everything Sanji needs to hear somehow slipping past your lips.

You hold him until his tears stop flowing and his cries cease.

Then, you’re guiding him to sit up in front of you. Sanji tugs himself away for a moment, wiping his cheeks and nose on the sleeve of his hoodie. Trying to make himself look presentable in spite of the break down he just had. He worries a hand over his now frizzy hair, when you catch his wrist.

“You okay now?” Your lips press against his pulse point, making it spike at the feeling of your lips on his skin. It draws him in. Makes him want more.

“Do you forgive me?”

“I do.”

“Then I’m okay.” Sanji leans in close to you, appreciating the way your eyes flutter shut as he invades your space. His nose brushes over yours. Delicate. Affectionate. A smile pulls to his lips as he feels you scrunch up your nose in turn. Then he is leaning in closer to brush his lips over yours.

Your breath hitches and chin tilts.

Sanji takes this as his sign. His lips meet your in a slow embrace, movements still a bit unsure. That is, until your arms circle around his neck to bring him in closer. Sanji smiles into the kiss, hands placing on your hips, then tugging you into him. He hears you giggle as the kiss deepens. Close. Intimate.

…In the living room, Nami sits with Luffy in quiet conversation. The topics are random, unimportant, both trying to listen in on the muffled conversation through the wall. Luffy snacks on a bag of chips that Nami had been sharing with you.

The bag crumbles loud as Luffy tips it into his mouth to ensure all the crumbs were accounted for. “Hey, do you have any more of these?” But Nami has stopped paying attention to him.

“Do you hear anything?”

Luffy drops the bag down, straining his ears, before shaking his head.

The two slowly stand. They cross the room silently to press their ears to the door. Silence. They strain harder. Then there is a creak that catches Nami’s attention. “Oh, no way.” She doesn’t hesitate to throw the door open, Luffy nearly tumbling to the floor. Her eyes land on your figures, lying back on your elbows with Sanji leaning over you in the bed. Her bed. “No way! Not here, not my bed. I’m glad you two made up but go home now!”

Luffy laughs loudly as the two of you scramble to your feet, offering sheepish smiles.

“Sorry. We, uh, we’re gonna head out.” Sanji mutters, his cheeks burning a deep red, but his hand clutched tight in your own. Heat flares through your whole body but you cannot stamp down the smile that aches your cheeks.

“Yeah, uh, see you guys.” You then tug on Sanji’s hand, hearing Nami ranting and Luffy laughing as the two of you pass.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 18

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redraw of my old artwork

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does,,,does it really taste that good?? 🤨

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No Barriers

╰┈➤ pairing: Sanji x gn! reader

a/n: none

summary: In a quiet, intimate night aboard the Thousand Sunny, you and Sanji cross a new threshold in your relationship by making love without barriers for the first time, deepening both your physical connection and emotional bond.

wc: 1.1k

contains: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom Sanji, emotional intimacy

The scent of tobacco and spice still lingered in the air from Sanji’s post-dinner cigarette, the last embers of the day fading as the Thousand Sunny gently rocked under the moonlight. Most of the crew had turned in for the night, but you and Sanji were tangled together on his bed in the small, warm galley room he called his own.

This wasn’t new. Being lovers had become as natural as breathing for you both. The way he kissed you, whispered devotion into your skin, held you like the only thing worth holding—Sanji loved like a man who had waited a lifetime for it.

But tonight… tonight was different.

There was no foil wrapper between you. No pause, no rustling of packaging. Just skin. His to yours.

His body hovered above yours, golden hair shadowing those sea-blue eyes. You could feel every inch of him, heat and muscle trembling slightly as he rubbed the thick head of his cock between your folds—soaked and eager, waiting. But he hadn’t pushed in yet. Not fully.

"Are you sure about this, ma chérie?" he whispered, voice rough, almost pained. His hand cupped your cheek. "We always—fuck—we always use something."

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “I’m sure, Sanji. I want to feel all of you.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to yours. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Then he sank in.

Slowly. Carefully. Inch by inch. No barrier. No latex. Just him—hot, thick, and bare inside you for the first time.

Sanji shuddered. You watched his expression twist into something feral, almost tortured pleasure.

“Fuck—” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You feel… shit, baby, you feel unreal.”

His hips stilled once he was fully inside, deep enough that you felt the dull, beautiful ache of being filled to the brim. His arms trembled as he held himself over you, visibly struggling to stay in control.

You kissed him—soft, slow—hoping to help him breathe through it.

"You okay?" you whispered.

His head dropped to your shoulder. "No," he admitted, voice muffled. "You’re too tight, too warm—I can't—fuck, I’m trying to last, I really am, but holy shit, this is—"

You squeezed around him experimentally and he growled, biting into the skin of your neck just to ground himself.

"Don’t do that," he warned, breath hot against your throat. "You’ll make me come right now."

“But you feel so good like this,” you whispered, cupping his jaw to bring his face up again. “It’s okay if you don’t last. It’s our first time like this. I just want you.”

His eyes softened—deep, dark ocean blue, swirling with emotion and pure, unfiltered lust.

"Mon amour," he said lowly, rolling his hips in a slow, deep thrust. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

He started moving—slow at first, like he was savoring you, trying to memorize every part of the feeling. You gasped as he hit that spot inside you again and again, each thrust making your back arch and your fingers curl into his shoulders.

But you could tell he was fighting a losing battle.

His movements started getting erratic. His breathing ragged. He was biting his lip so hard it was nearly white.

“Shit, I’m not gonna—fuck—I’m not gonna last,” he groaned, hips snapping harder now, faster, chasing that edge. “You feel too fucking good, baby, I’m gonna—merde!”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“It’s okay. Come inside me. I want to feel it.”

That was it. That broke him.

With a strangled cry of your name, Sanji buried himself deep, holding still as his whole body shook. You felt him twitch and pulse inside you, hot and thick, filling you up in slow, overwhelming waves.

He didn’t pull out right away.

He collapsed over you, forehead pressed to your collarbone, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the faint sweat dampening the strands.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice raw, almost reverent. “That was… shit, that was something else.”

You kissed the crown of his head. “Yeah. It really was.”

He slowly pulled out of you, and you both winced at the oversensitive drag. You felt him drip out of you, his release hot between your thighs, but neither of you moved to clean up right away.

Sanji propped himself up on one elbow, gently stroking your hair back from your face.

"I’ll be better next time," he said, smiling sheepishly. "Swear to god, I’ll last longer than two minutes."

You laughed softly. “It was perfect.”

His gaze turned serious again.

“I love you,” he said. “With or without anything between us. But this… this felt like something deeper. Like I wasn’t just inside your body. I was inside you.”

You reached up to touch his cheek, heart swelling.

“I felt it too.”

He leaned in, kissing you softly, slowly—like a promise.

No barriers. No protection. No holding back.

Just Sanji.

Just love.

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Wrong Time | No Show

16: When you move to a new town, you don’t expect to run into your high school sweetheart. Old feelings begin to arise and you are suddenly faced with the complexity of relationships, communication, and the struggle for true connection.

Warning: 18+ only. contains sexual themes, destructive behaviors, miscommunications, complex feelings, anxiety, loneliness, reader x Ace mentions, slow burn, angst

You wake up far earlier than you have in a long time, your mind on him before you even open your eyes. It had been so long since you had Sanji to yourself, and it was now so close you could taste it, literally and figuratively.

Now you just had to wait around for the man to finally show up.

Within five minutes of waiting, you were already tired of it. Instead, you go about cleaning your apartment. As the minutes turn to hours, you are in stages of deep cleaning that you haven’t reach in a very long time, sweat clinging to your brow.

But you know that Sanji won’t care what state of disheveled or sweaty you’re in. That thought alone sends a thrill through you.

You’re elbow deep in your oven, scrubbing and degreasing, trying to ensure it was clean up and to the level of a chef. What level that was? You were sure. Why he would even care? You couldn’t answer that.

That’s when a loud knock on your door steals your attention. You scramble to wash your hands, stopping only briefly at the mirror in your hallways to make yourself look presentable, before excitedly tugging the door open.

Except it’s not Sanji.

“Oh, hi.” The disappointment is clear in your voice and Ace snorts at that.

“Good to see you too, darlin’.” He drawls, arms crossing over his broad chest.

“Sorry, I was just expecting someone else.” You sigh, stepping to the side. “Come in, but uh, you can’t stay long.”

Ace steps inside and takes in the sight of your place. He had never seen it so clean, or you so visibly nervous. “Wow, so i’ve been replaced.”

“Yes, finally.” Your voice is teasing.

He places his hand to his chest as if he was shot, dramatically tipping his head back. “You wound me.” He gasps, before his face breaks out into a big grin. You look at him expectantly, fidgeting with the package of a bulk pack of sponges, and Ace laughs. “I left something last time I was over, Sabo’s lookin’ for it.”

“Why does Sabo need it?”

“Probably because it’s his.” Ace grins mischievously.

You roll your eyes, “Go ahead and look around, I haven’t gotten around to cleaning the bedroom, so you might actually have some stuff over where you usually slung your crap.”

“You have such a way with words.” Ace calls out, voice steadily getting more muffled as he ventures familiarly into your apartment. As you wait, you glance down at your phone, hoping that Sanji doesn’t stumble upon Ace in your apartment. You didn’t give it much thought to let your good friend inside your home, but you’re suddenly aware of how it all may look, and that was the complete opposite of what you wanted. “Got it!” Ace yells out in triumph.

He walks in swinging a plastic bag in his hand.

“Good, now stop taking your brother’s things maybe?” You raise a brow expectantly, but Ace laughs, his usual easy air about him.

“Eh, probably not gonna happen.” He shrugs, casually leaning his elbows onto your clean counters. “So who’s the guy? Do I know him?”

“Maybe.”

“So that’s a yes.” He nods slowly, eyeing you closely. “Is it BlackLeg?” Heat floods your cheeks and you gape at the man, unable to form a reply at how easily he guessed it. “Hah! Knew you guys were into each other still.”

Your eyes narrow, “You knew nothing.”

“I totally did.”

“No way.”

Ace rolls his eyes. “Sanji was way too obvious. And you always got all flustered when I would bring him up, it was cute.”

“What do you mean he was obvious?”

“Oh, nothing.” Ace leans back on his heels. “Anyways, I gotta go. Luffy’s waiting out in the car for me.” He taps his hands on the counter. “Don’t worry, I left the AC on for him though.” He grins at his own joke. “Now, you be safe.” Ace throws an arm around you, tugging you into his side, and placing an obnoxious kiss to the top of your head.

“Gross.” You make a face at him and he only grins brighter.

“Use protection!” He yells out as he nears your door.

“Get out of my house, Ace!” You yell back to him, listening to his laugh, followed by your door opening and closing. Silence envelopes the room. It makes your shoulders slump. When was he going to get here?

You jump back into your cleaning.

Sanji had the hard part here, breaking up with the master manipulator he somehow found himself in a relationship with. You couldn’t rush him. But at the same time, you were dying to pick up where you left off last night.

On top of the very same counter you currently scrub.

The images flash in your mind, suds leaking onto the counter top as your grip tightens around the sponge. Heat floods your body. You need to get a grip.

Hours pass.

Your apartment is spotless. There’s nothing left to clean. Your messages remain on delivered and your calls unanswered. The hour was getting late and you were getting worried. Where was he? Did he still want to see you? Was he able to break up with her? Did something happen?

Worry squeezes at your stomach.

So you do the only thing you can think of, tugging out your phone, and hitting call. The line rings. One. Twice. Then it connects.

“Hi.” The voice is groggy, Nami apparently having recovered poorly from her night filled with Sangria. You almost envy her.

“Hey there, you drink too much last night?”

“You have no idea.” Nami grunts, a rustling sound coming through the line. “But, I have a bone to pick with you.” You can practically see the glare on her face through the phone. “Why did I only get a quick i’m home message last night? You didn’t answer any of my follow up messages!”

“None of those were coherent, Nami.”

She is silent for a long moment. “Ugh, okay, fine. You got me there.” She huffs in defeat. “What’s up then?”

You clear your throat awkwardly, knowing that the question would receive an onslaught of questions in return. But it needed to happen. “Have you talked to Sanji today?”

“Nope.” She pops the “p” with it. “He’s right back to ghosting us all. Vera has her claws in deep.” You make a noise that you don’t mean to make and Nami easily catches it. “Unless I’m wrong?”

“Wrong about what?” When in doubt, play dumb.

She says your name in a deadpan voice. “Be real. What happened last night?” The silence lingers for a long moment. You’re not even sure what to say. “That’s it, i’m coming over.” Then she is hanging up.

Time continues to drag on, until you’re receiving the second knock on your door of the day from someone who wasn’t Sanji. You consider ignoring her for a moment, but she would never let that slide. So you open the door to the pale faced woman, sun glasses over her eyes, and a bag in her hand.

“Let me in.” She grumbles, brushing past you to plop the bag on the counter. “I got you something too, but most of this is for me. I need the grease.” Nami begins to scatter styrofoam boxes about your clean counter top, offering a single one to you, and collecting her plastic fork. She throws one open to reveal a greasy, breakfast hash. After shoving a large bite into her mouth, nodding very slowly in satisfaction, she waves her fork at you. “Alright, I’m ready now, spill.”

You almost collapse into your food with a groan, scared of the reaction you were going to receive. Sure, Nami hated Vera, but you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t get yelled at. Well, harshly scolded at least, given she probably isn’t in the mood to raise her voice.

But you spill anyways. Because you needed a second opinion about all of this that has been haunting you. You tell her about the car ride, then about the argument, that you admitted you were in love with each other, and finally the kiss. That kiss. It was still so vivid. You could still feel his touch. And finally, you tell her that he has gone ghost again. When you’re finally done talking, Nami just silently watches you, slowly chewing on a piece of bacon.

It lingers on for too long. “Can you please say something?”

She takes another bite and you feel like you’re going mad. “Have you considered….” She takes in a deep breath. “That he wasn’t able to do it.”

You swallow hard. “I’ve agonized over it.

“Look, Sanji’s really been going through it. For a long time. And as weird and stupid as he-“

“Don’t call him stupid.” You pout.

Nami narrows her eyes. “Fine. What I’m trying to say, is that Sanji isn’t a cheater, but you already know that.” She leans her elbows onto you counter, finally feeling well enough to take off her sunglasses. “Sanji’s a victim in Vera’s little mind games, and if she’s got him that messed up that he would cheat on her, then…” She takes in a deep breath. “Maybe she convinced him to stay with her.” Nami cringes as she says the words, hating the way it all sounded herself. She couldn’t imagine where you stood.

And suddenly you feel sick. You had considered it, of course you had, but to hear it spoken out loud by a third party… you might have a break down of your own.

…When you don’t hear from him the next day, you feel as if you’re on the verge of it…

…And on the second day, you collapse onto Nami’s couch unmoving…

…By day three, you feel as if you’re rotting within your friend’s home. It hit you hard, unbelievably so. Admitting you were in love with Sanji was something you had been strictly avoiding. Living in that state of denial allowed you to go through your life, with only a few distractions to get by.

And now that you finally admitted it? That you told Sanji himself? That you felt what it would be like to have him back, only for him to slip through your fingers? You were grateful for Nami’s patience.

“I’m getting worried.” Nami plops onto the couch at your side.

“I can go home.” You mutter, lazily turning your eyes to look at her. “You invited me to stay over.” There was a certain agitation in your voice that Nami pointedly ignores.

Nami takes a deep breath, “Because I am worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You grumble angrily. In deep denial.

“You need to-“

Her words are cut off as your phone rings. She rolls her eyes as your hand snaps out in hope that it was finally him. Then your eyes blow wide. “It’s him.”

“Wait it’s him?” Nami bolts up in her seat, snatching your phone from your hand before you can even think about hitting that green button. “You can’t answer it!”

“What? Why!” You protest as you scramble to get to your feet. Nami holds one hand out to block you as you attempt to lunge for the phone, the other fully extended out of reach with the device clutched in her fingers. “Give it to me!”

“No way! I’m doing you a favor.” Her words come out strained. “You have been stuck on my couch because of him! No way am I letting you get sucked back in by him.”

“Quit it, Nami! I need to answer him!” You jump for the phone one last time to no avail. It stops ringing. You freeze. Your eyes lock. Then you’re yelling, punching her shoulder with the anger clear in your expression. “Why would you do that! He finally called me back!”

“Yeah, finally!” Nami yells back at you. “It’s been three days of a depressive episode because of that idiot!”

“Don’t call him that!” Your voice raises.

“What makes you think it’s a good idea to answer him? After he ghosted you like that!” Nami’s arms cross over her chest.

“Because I love him!” You yell in the woman’s face. “And it’s killing me that he just disappeared, Nami.” Tears are welling up in your eyes. “No matter what he wanted to say, even if he told me that he’s running away to Paris with Vera, I need to know. I deserve that much!”

You hold her eye for a long moment, before she dejectedly drops her gaze. “Just- just let me call him back, okay?” She holds up her hand before you can speak your protests. “I have had to watch you spiral the past couple of days. I invited you over to stay because i’m worried about you.” Her shoulders droop. “Just let me-“

She is cut off by a loud ringing.

You stare at each other for a long, long moment. Then you sigh, “Fine, you answer it.”

Nami’s brows furrow when she looks at the screen. “It’s Luffy.” She mutters, hitting answer. “Lu-“ Her mouth snaps shut and you can hear muffled words ringing down the line. Nami’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment, “She is.” More muttering. Then she lets out a disappointed, “Sanji.”

“It’s him?” You whisper scream at her. She waves a hand to silence you. “No, give it to me.” You lunge for the phone and Nami presses her palm against your cheek to push you away.

“Fine. Make it quick though.” Then she is hanging up the phone.

You land another punch to her arm, which she quickly returns. You repeat this process back and forth three more times before pain starts to throb in your arm. “Why did you-“

“They’re on their way.” Nami huffs out.

And suddenly your heart is in your throat.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 17

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Little secret (sanjixfem!reader)

Warnings: hint of somnophillia , hand job , etc

Small drabble.

Insomnia has you in a tight grip tonight , as well as every other night. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes just still wouldn't shut long enough to keep you dreaming. Awake , in the middle of the night , you felt so lonely. The girls in your room fast asleep, air filled with soft snores as they got they're beauty sleep.

You felt a little risky , tonight. You wanted to get some sort of indulgence , something to fill the hole deep in your chest. After , what felt like ages , you finally decided to get up. Quietly , making sure no one would hear you , you finally made it to the hall of the sunny. The light breeze tickled your skin , as you tried to ignore the coldness it brought to your bones.

Peeking up , the sky was full of little stars , a soft singing can be heard from the skeleton night watcher out in the deck. You finally made it to the room you were searching for , slightly creaking it open to find all of the boys deep in sleep. The target of your mission, of course, had to be on the last bed of the room. You knew , of all people , he wouldn't turn you down.

You silently made your way over past the hurdles of clothes , creaking floor boards , until you finally reached his bed. Laying on his back , his blonde hair whisping away with every exhale of breath he let out. He looked so peaceful. You tried your best not to wake him , he felt the dip of the bed and heard the slight creak but it wasn't enough to wake him.

You slides under his sheets , as he involuntary opened his arms for you. A small smile forming on your lips , even in his most vulnerable, his chivalry still showed. Nuzzling into his side , you finally made your self comfortable. You couldn't help but admire him from this angle.

He looked so calm , your fingers raising up to trail his beautiful face. Gently wiping his disheveled twirled eyebrows , slowly swooping down to the smooth skin on his button nose, down his gentle , cheek bones until they reached his jaw where your fingers softly played eith the small hairs in it's wake.

He's so pretty , you thought. And for some reason you were drawn to him tonight , even of countless of times he offered for you to join him in bed after finding out you had a bad case of insomnia , you never took it. Now you're realizing , you should've. He was so warm , made you feel so safe.

The intoxicating scent of his bed alone , cologne, musk and tobacco. Genuinely a smell you found comforting. He always protected you in battles , looked out for you , fed you , he really did take care of you. You knew about his crush on you after overhearing him with Nami a few weeks back, and now, was the greatest time as ever to reciprocate those feelings.

Your hand soon trailed down his neck , to his chest , where it rised and fell every so often. The hard yet soft surface, under your fingertips. Bringing it down lower , to his muscled abs , tensing under your delicate touch. He soon let out a heavy breath , before murmuring something incoherent making you freeze.

But he didn't wake up, eyes still shut as a small smile formed on his lips , must be a good dream.

You continued your movements until you reached his boxers , already a tent forming in them. Wouldn't expect anything less from him.

With greedy hands and hungry eyes , you slipped into his waist band , feeling the soft pubes as you gripped him gently. A soft , choked out moan escaping his dried lips , but still fast asleep. You took him out , just enough for his length to be freed. Hard and heavy on your palm, retrieving your hand , you slightly licked the dryness before bringing it back to grip him again.

You gave him a few test pumps , while peering up at his face to see if he'd wake up. But still nothing. You started to gently stroke him , watching the precum ooze out of his reddin tip. A sight that made your mouth water , bringing your thumb to spread it against his slit.

Apparently a very sensitive area, as his eyes shot up open , looking around to see if what he was dreaming was real. Only to look down at you in shock , eyebrows scrunched , "y/n , what? Wha-" "shh! You're going to wake them up" you whispered , as your hands still kept stroking him lightly.

His mouth opened slightly at the sensation , as he nodded quietly. You peppered small kisses onto his side breast , as you looked up at him through your lashes. "What did I do to deserve this?" He groaned quietly , as he eyes your hand movements from under the cover. You didn't answer , instead you quickened your pave just a bit.

His head thrown back , as he tried so hard not to moan out. Only letting a few puffs of air leave his nostrils. "Does it feel good , Sanji?" You whispered , as you felt his grip on your waist tightened. "Y-Yes , so go-" he stopped mid sentence as you both heard the swordsman stirring In his sleep. Pausing for just a moment , he looked over and gave you a confirmation that his roommate was still asleep.

You gave a go again , resuming your same pace. Not fast enough to make him cum quickly , but not slow enough to drag it on . He looked so good like this , cheeks pink , small heart eyes in his pupils , as he bit his lip from restraint. His chest rising and falling quicker now , as his breathing got heavier.

"I just wanted to thank you, for everything.." you purred softly , finally answering his question. But before he can respond , you started to pick up your pace , every once and while sliding your thumb over his tip. He felt your lips on his chest again , making his mind hazy as his hips soon bucked up into your hand.

He was close , his cock twitching in your palm , as you brought your other hand to play with his balls. Trying desperately to make this man cum , you looked over at his face, not wanting to miss a single image. He squeezed your hip , as his eyes screwed shut , as he let out more breathy moans.

Not loud enough to wake the others but enough so that you can hear them. You can feel the arousal drenching your underwear as you watched him get closer to his high. "Fuck" he breaths out , as his jaw becomes slacked. His hips involuntaryly fucking up into your hand before he finally let's go. Spurts of hot cum flying onto his torso , and dripping onto your hand.

His thighs trembled slightly , as you squeezed out the remaining of his orgasm. He never felt so hot ,needy like this. Especially when your brought your fingers to your mouth , sucking the salty sweetness from them while maintaining his eye contact.

It wasn't long until he he pulled you on top of him , sliding your shorts to the side and lining himself on your soaking slit. "Let's see if you can stay quiet.."

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