#How to marinate meat

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I made dinner at lunch time since it’s supposed to downpour later and grilling in the rain isn’t my fave. Marinated steak tips & potato salad. There are also some leftover seared scallops I made last night, so those may have to go along with the steak.

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My Christmas Dinner tasted like

Revenge!!!!

Thank you for your kind words and support @subtlybrilliant @jadedzer0 @quilleth 💛 and Merry Christmas if you celebrate!!!! 🥳

context for the family drama

[arttsuka]

what is the meat(?) in the food photo called

It's a salmon fillet (I'd take another picture to show it better but I already ate it)

Here's a picture of another, still frozen salmon fillet I have in the freezer.

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Warhammer Astartes OC, first attempt 😭

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oh my goddd I just read the Monster trio & pregnant reader fic and i loved it.

Could you write about them as baby dads?

🫵 Made Him a Dad

after the pregnancy and labor let's see they’re doing as newly dads?

a/n: tried to not be repetitive but it was hard lmao

also a special thanks and credits to @katsukis-foxie6 for giving me some ideas, espcially for sanji's ❤︎❤︎❤︎

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji

words count: around 0.9k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

The Straw Hat crew was anchored at a small island, taking a rare break after a long stretch of adventures. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the ship as you cradled your baby girl, Dawn, in your arms. She was only a few months old, but her presence already seemed to brighten every corner of the Thousand Sunny. Her tiny hands wrapped around your finger, and the sound of her soft giggles filled the air.

Luffy, his usual exuberance toned down just a bit, sat across from you, his eyes locked on Dawn with a mixture of pride and awe.

“She’s so cute, y/n,” Luffy said with his signature grin, his voice filled with warmth “Look at her! She’s already so strong! I bet she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at Luffy’s enthusiasm “She’s barely even walking yet, Luffy. Maybe let’s wait a few years before we start recruiting her into the crew.”

Luffy’s face lit up “Oh, at her age I already wanted to be the king of pirates!" He turns to look at you and your serious face kinda scares him "...Y-yeah, we should let her grow a little first! But she’s gonna be the best, I just know it! I’ll teach her everything I know!”

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed from the shore, and you looked up to see none other than your grandfather-in-law, Garp, strolling toward the ship with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Luffy!” Garp shouted, his signature Marine coat fluttering behind him “I heard you had a kid! About time you stopped being such a carefree idiot and started taking responsibility!”

Luffy jumped to his feet immediately, his eyes widening with excitement “Grandpa! You’re here!” He grabbed Dawn from your arms before you could even protest, holding her in front of Garp with the same proud grin he always wore “Look! This is my daughter!”

You stood up and approached them with a smile, watching Garp’s reaction carefully. Garp stared down at the tiny bundle in Luffy’s arms, his usual gruff expression softening as he regarded her.

“She’s tiny,” Garp muttered, squinting at Dawn, but his voice held a strange tenderness “I didn’t think Luffy could make something this cute.”

Luffy puffed out his chest with pride “She’s gonna grow strong, just like me! And she’s gonna be a great pirate!”

Garp grunted, crossing his arms “A pirate, huh? You’ve got a long way to go if you’re gonna make her one of your little nakama, brat.”

Luffy beamed, clearly not bothered by the teasing “I’ll make sure she’s ready! Right, Dawn?” He shook her gently, making silly noises that caused her to giggle. Dawn’s tiny fingers grasped at Luffy’s hand, and it seemed like the whole world stopped for a second.

Garp let out a low chuckle, his usual gruff demeanor melting a bit as he saw the deep love in Luffy’s eyes “Well, kid, looks like you’re serious about being a dad. I can’t believe it, but I guess you’ve really grown up. She’s got your stupid grin, that’s for sure.”

Luffy looked over at you with wide eyes, his face flushed with excitement “Grandpa likes her! He said she looks like me!”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for both your husband and daughter “She has your smile, alright” you said gently, brushing a strand of hair from Dawn’s face.

Luffy beamed, clearly feeling validated by Garp’s approval “I’m gonna teach her all kinds of stuff! How to eat a ton, how to never give up on your dreams, and how to make sure the meat’s always cooked perfectly! She’s gonna be awesome!”

Garp raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward into a smirk “Well, she’s not gonna be a pirate, that’s for sure.”

Luffy blinked in confusion “Huh? What do you mean? She’s gonna be the greatest pirate ever!”

Garp crossed his arms, grinning mischievously “No way. I’ve seen what happens when you let brats like you run wild. She’s gonna be a Marine, just like her old grandpa.”

Luffy’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief “What?! No way! She’s gonna be a pirate! You can’t stop that!”

Garp laughed, thoroughly amused by Luffy’s reaction “Oh, I can see it now: ‘Little Dawn, future Marine Admiral!’ No pirates for her! She’ll be the one taking you down one day.”

Luffy’s face scrunched up in determination “No! You’ll see! She’ll be a pirate! And she’s gonna be the best one there is!”

You chuckled softly at their bickering, watching as Garp playfully ruffled Luffy’s hair and then glanced down at Dawn.

“She’s got a strong spirit, though,” Garp admitted with a sigh, softening just a little “I can tell she’ll be a handful, just like her old man. But I’ll make sure she knows the proper way to punch things if she ever tries to follow in your footsteps.”

Luffy grinned, not giving up on his dream “I’ll make sure she’s ready to punch things too—pirate things!”

Garp snorted and let out a deep laugh “Well, kid, you’ve got a good one here. Just don’t be surprised when she ends up in a Marine uniform one day.”

Luffy huffed but looked down at Dawn lovingly “We’ll see about that.”

As the sunset painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, you felt the promise of a new journey unfolding, one with your family at the heart of it all. With Luffy by your side and Garp giving his usual advice, there was no doubt that little Dawn would grow up surrounded by love, adventure, and laughter, her own future as bright as the sun setting before you.

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

Your daughter, barely a few months old, has her tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, her grip firm, almost unrelenting. Zoro raises an eyebrow as he tries to gently pull away, but she refuses to let go, her tiny face scrunching up in determination.

“Damn,” he mutters, glancing at you as you sit beside him, amused “She’s strong.”

You laugh softly, leaning against his arm “Like her dad.”

Zoro doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he watches your daughter with an unreadable expression, his free hand absentmindedly running over her soft, wispy hair. The moment lingers, quiet, thoughtful, before he finally speaks again.

“No,” he says, voice low “Like her mom.”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. When you look up at him, you see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers twitch slightly against your daughter’s back. He’s thinking about something serious. Something deep.

Zoro’s gaze flickers to you, intense in that way only he can be “That day…” He exhales sharply through his nose. “And not just that day. The whole damn time. Pregnancy, labor... all of it. I thought I knew what strength was, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Your chest tightens. Zoro isn’t one to put things into words often, but when he does, he means every syllable.

“I couldn’t do anything at all,” he admits, still staring at your daughter’s tiny hand around his finger “I just had to sit there and watch while you went through all of it. No fight I’ve ever been in, no injury I’ve ever had... it’s nothing compared to that.” He finally looks back at you, eyes dark with something raw “You’re stronger than me, y/n, believe me.”

You feel your breath catch.

It’s not just the words, it’s also the way he says them, with complete sincerity. Zoro, who has trained his entire life to be the strongest swordsman, means it. He believes it.

You squeeze his arm gently, your voice soft “Zoro…”

He huffs, shaking his head as if the thought still overwhelms him. Then, his expression softens just a little as he looks down at your daughter again. She’s still gripping his finger tightly, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Zoro smirks faintly “She’s lucky to have you as her mom” he mutters.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest “She’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but you catch the way his grip on your daughter shifts slightly, gentler, but still firm. Protective. Always.

She might have his strength, but Zoro knows exactly where it comes from.

And he’ll never forget it.

Zoro started to be protective towards her since you first announced your pregnancy.

He’s that type of super stressed dads who keeps running around following every single thing she does so that he can catch her if needed. All this with always a big blush on his face.

But it’s not that bad that he controls her bec, in fact, right now, your one-year-old daughter is standing in the middle of the deck, holding onto Luffy’s index fingers as he swings her back and forth like a human jump rope. Every time he lifts her up, she squeals in delight, kicking her little legs mid-air before landing on the deck.

“Again! Again!” she demands, her tiny fists gripping Luffy’s fingers with ridiculous strength.

Zoro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, scowls “Oi. Don’t drop her.”

Luffy grins, stretching his lips wide “Don’t worry! I won’t!”

You, sitting on a crate just a few feet away, shake your head with a sigh “She’s fine, Zoro. Look at her, she’s having fun.”

Zoro doesn’t budge, arms still crossed “She’s one wrong step away from flying into the ocean.”

Luffy gasps, looking at Kazuki with sparkling eyes “You wanna fly?!”

“Luffy, NO.” you and Zoro shout at the same time.

Kazuki claps her hands “Fly!”

“NO,” Zoro repeats firmly, glaring at Luffy “You are not throwing my kid.”

Luffy pouts “But she’s got a strong grip! She wouldn’t even let go—”

“Luffy,” you say, rubbing your temples “let’s not test her durability today, please.”

Luffy sighs dramatically but doesn’t argue. Instead, he lifts Kazuki up and plops her on his shoulders, holding onto her tiny hands so she doesn’t wobble off.

Zoro mutters under his breath but doesn’t stop it. At least Luffy’s holding onto her.

Sanji chooses this moment to stroll onto the deck, cigarette between his lips but dropping it as he walks towards Kazuki “There’s my little princess,” he coos, hands in his pockets “You hungry, sweetheart?”

Kazuki, who has long since associated Sanji with food, beams “Yummy?”

Sanji grins “The yummiest. I made you something special.”

Zoro immediately frowns “What did you make her?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Relax, moss-head. Just some soft fruit and rice balls.”

Zoro doesn’t move “You sure there’s nothing weird in it?”

Sanji bristles, instantly getting in his face “Weird? She’s a baby, you muscle-brained swordsman! What the hell do you think I’d put in her food?”

You sigh, standing up to intervene before they actually start fighting “Okay, okay, both of you calm down. Sanji, thanks for making her food. Zoro, you really do look stressed, why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll stay with her.”

“I’m good, I’ll go later… don’t worry” he says softly but still watches like a hawk as Sanji hands Kazuki a tiny rice ball. She immediately grabs it with both hands and shoves it into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

“Good?” Sanji asks, kneeling to her level.

Kazuki chews, sways on her little feet, then beams “Good!”

You smile and ruffle her hair “Say ‘thank you,’ Kazu.”

Kazuki tilts her head, then garbles around the mouthful of rice “Fanku.”

Sanji clutches his chest like he’s been shot “Ohh, my sweet little angel, you’re so polite—”

Zoro scoffs “Don’t act like you raised her.”

Kazuki points a chubby little finger at Zoro and proudly declares “Dada’s idiot.”

Silence.

Then the crew loses it.

Luffy collapses onto the floor, clutching his stomach. Nami has to lean against a barrel, wiping tears from her eyes. Sanji turns away, shoulders shaking with laughter. Even Robin chuckles from where she’s reading in her chair.

Zoro stares at Kazuki, completely betrayed.

You, barely containing your laughter, kneel beside her “Sweetheart, don’t call your daddy an idiot.”

Kazuki tilts her head, as if deep in thought. Then, just as serious, she looks back at Zoro and says—

“Dada’s big idiot.”

Zoro groans so loud it nearly rattles the ship.

Luffy wheezes. Nami nearly falls over. Usopp actually falls over.

You bite your lip, but it’s no use, you’re laughing too.

Zoro glares at all of you “I blame all of you for this... y/n, stop it”

Kazuki, sensing she’s won, lifts her arms up to Zoro. He sighs, scooping her up, resting her against his chest. She immediately nuzzles into his shoulder, letting out a happy little hum.

“Dada” she murmurs.

Zoro exhales, the corner of his lips twitching despite himself. He presses a kiss to her hair, murmuring, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I like you, brat.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm “You love her” you tease.

Zoro scoffs “Obviously… unlike you, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

You go and leave a quick peck on his lips “You’re my lovely big big idiot”.

He blushes like crazy.

Kazuki looks up, sleepy “Dada?”

“Hm?”

She grins “Dada’s big big idiot.”

The crew howls with laughter.

Zoro sighs so deeply, but even as the teasing continues, he holds Kazuki a little closer.

She’s happy, safe, and in his arms. That’s all that matters.

That afternoon, you find them sleeping adorably together, in the same napping position. Smiling, you take a blanket and gently cover them both. Zoro stirs awake, thinking the baby has moved, something that makes you smile even more, knowing how hard it usually is to wake him. When he sees it’s you, he reaches for your hand and quietly invites you to join them, pulling you in for a cuddle.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji is soft with her.

Softer than you ever thought possible.

You watch from the doorway as he sits on the edge of your shared bed, cradling your daughter so delicately, like she’s made of glass. His thumb gently strokes over her tiny fingers, his breath slow, steady, controlled. But his eyes hold something else.

Something hesitant.

Something uncertain.

Your heart tightens.

“She’s sleeping,” you whisper, stepping closer “You don’t have to be so tense.”

Sanji barely glances up “I know.”

But he doesn’t relax. Not even a little.

Instead, he just keeps staring at her, as if waiting for something. As if at any moment, she’ll change into something unfamiliar, something he won’t know how to handle.

You sit beside him, curling close, resting your head against his shoulder. One arm wraps around his waist, the other reaching out to trace the soft fabric of the onesie your daughter is bundled in. She shifts slightly, making a tiny sound, and Sanji freezes.

You feel the sharp inhale he takes. The way his fingers twitch, just barely, as if bracing himself.

And suddenly, you understand.

“Sanji.” You keep your voice gentle “What’s wrong?”

He exhales slowly through his nose “Nothing.”

You don’t let that slide. Not with him. Not when he’s never been able to lie to you.

You shift, pulling back just enough to see his face “You’re scared.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on your daughter tightening the smallest bit “Of course I am,” he murmurs “I’ve never done this before.”

You shake your head “No, I know it's not just that.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. You can see it all over him, the weight of his past, the fears he won’t say out loud.

So you say them for him... “You’re scared of being like him.”

Sanji flinches.

It’s barely noticeable. A fraction of movement, a flicker in his expression. But you know him too well.

“I’m not,” he starts, but his voice falters “I mean—I would never—”

“I know,” you cut in softly “And she’ll know too.”

His breath shudders “But what if—”

“She won’t be like them, Sanji.” You rest your hand over his, where he’s still holding her so, so carefully “And even if she was, she’d still be ours.”

Sanji swallows hard “I don’t want her to be cold,” he whispers “I don’t want her to feel like she has to earn love. I don’t want her to think—” He stops, jaw clenching “Like I did.”

Your chest tightens.

You knew. Of course you knew. You knew how deep his scars ran, how much he still carried, no matter how much love he poured into everyone else.

You squeeze his hand “She won’t.”

Sanji shakes his head “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” you insist, voice steady “Because you are her father.”

That makes him pause.

“She’s going to grow up knowing love, Sanji. Because you give it so easily, so naturally. Because you would rather die than see her cry. Because when she wakes up at night, you hold her before I can even sit up. Because you—” Your voice wavers, but you press on “Because you are already the best father she could ever have.”

Sanji exhales, shaky, uneven. His grip on your daughter loosens just slightly, his thumb resuming its soft strokes against her tiny hand.

“She’s so small” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smile, leaning into him again “Yeah. But she’s yours.”

That does something to him.

You feel the tension in his body shift, melting just a little. He looks down at your daughter again, something lighter in his expression now. Something less like fear and more like wonder.

“She’s beautiful” he breathes.

You kiss his shoulder “Like her dad.”

Sanji huffs, but you can hear the warmth creeping into his voice “I hope not. She deserves better than a troublesome cook.”

You nudge him playfully “She has a father who will love her unconditionally.”

Sanji doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shifts, adjusting his hold on her, drawing her closer. And when he finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost miss it.

“Yeah, she has that.”

Your throat tightens.

You don’t say anything, just slide your arms around him, tucking yourself against his side, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Sanji rests his chin lightly atop your head. He’s quiet for a moment, but you can feel the way his heartbeat slows, steadying.

Then, just as softly, almost like an afterthought, he murmurs, “I was easy to love. My father was just really bad.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not something he’s ever said before, not so plainly, not so simply.

But now, with his daughter sleeping in his arms, with you curled up beside him, with love so clear and so real around him, he finally believes it.

The fears won’t vanish overnight. The scars won’t disappear. But right here, right now, in the quiet of your room, with your daughter safe in his arms Sanji finally lets himself believe it.

He is more than enough.

And he always will be.

The next morning you wake up to chaos.

“Oi, oi, oi, CAREFUL!” Sanji nearly vaults over the table as Luffy lifts the baby girl high into the air, laughing as she squeals in delight “Luffy, she’s not a sack of flour, PUT HER DOWN!”

“She likes it, though!” Luffy beams, spinning in a circle with her in his arms “Right, mini-cook?”

His daughter giggling is the only reason Sanji doesn’t immediately drop-kick his captain into the next century. Instead, he clenches his fists and growls, “If you drop her, Luffy, so help me—”

“Oh, come on, love-cook,” Zoro snickers, leaning back against the railing “You’re acting like she’s made of glass.”

Sanji whirls around to glare at him “You grip your sword too tight, you sit too close, you BREATHE wrong, and I swear—”

“Oh no,” Nami sighs, crossing her arms with a smirk “We’ve lost him.”

Usopp nods dramatically “RIP Sanji. He used to be cool.”

Franky wipes an imaginary tear “Another victim of dad syndrome.”

Sanji ignores them, practically vibrating with anxiety as Luffy tosses the baby just slightly in the air before catching her again.

“LUFFY, I SWEAR TO ALL THE—”

You snort. Loudly.

And just like that, Sanji freezes.

His brain short-circuits because—oh.

You’re laughing.

Not a little chuckle, not a polite giggle. Full-on, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

Sanji forgets about murdering Luffy, forgets about all the dumbasses around him, because you’re happy.

His shoulders drop. His fists loosen.

Then, as if sensing his shift, his daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him.

Sanji immediately swoops in, taking her from Luffy and holding her close to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “That’s enough flying for today, sweetheart.”

Nami smirks “Aww, the overprotective dad act is over already?”

Sanji barely reacts. Instead, he turns to you, watching the way you’re still wiping laughter from your eyes, and—

God.

If this is what family feels like, if this is what love feels like, then he never, ever wants anything else in the whole world.

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one piece men + making out hcs | nswf-ish

while i work on the match-ups have some more hcs abt our fav boys. btw how do u guys feel abt repeating characters? i was really trying to avoid doubling up matches but w over 50 of u unless marine fodder #78 wants to get some i think i might have use some ppl twice. apologies for the inadequacies o(TヘTo)

ps: i have a community now, if u want u can join here (o´▽o)

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, gn! reader, alludes to sex, boners, biting, virgin! loser! law

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monkey d. luffy

luffy is really enthusiastic when the two of u make out. he doesn't mind if there are other ppl around and would always try to seek u out during parties. something abt the afterglow of a battle + being around his favorite ppl just fires him up to wrap u up in his rubbery arms and kiss away ur surprised gasps. luffy usually tastes like meat, sweet barbecue sauce, and a hint of whatever tropical drink he was guzzling down prior.

his stretchy abilities easily allow him to feel closer than u then a normal body could. coiling his arm around ur waist multiple times like a statement belt only to pull u impossibly closer so he can shove his tongue deeper down ur throat makes his head kinda light and eyelids heavy. occasionally u explore his mouth too, but he always cheats and stretches his tongue forcing himself to take control.

bonus: he has definitely gotten carried away before and gotten you two actually tongue tied. in his own passion of open kisses he found u struggling to pull away, panicked and wide-eyed as you pointed to the apparent knot between ur tongues.

roronoa zoro

zoro is a messy lover. when he gets his calloused hands on u he makes sure to hold ur face as gently as he knows how. his lips are soft and he tastes strongly of sake and variations of cheaper booze. u could get drunk off his mouth from feeling and lingering alcohol together. his hands never stop cradling ur face, he enjoys the soft moment of intimacy throughout so much violence in his life.

while he handles u with care, his tongue could be fighting u like a marine. similar to his captain, he much would rather push himself into ur mouth than have u take the lead. he also enjoys having u in his lap, while he rocks u back n forth. the motions of u rubbing his strong arms and chest while he loses himself in ur lips may lead to something else up in the crow's nest.

vinesmoke sanji

sanji prides himself on being a gentleman and yet all of his manners fly out the window when u push ur tongue into his mouth. his facial hair tickles ur face and sends tingles to the rest of ur body while his hands struggle on deciding whether to rest on ur waist or face. he tastes like mint, as his hygiene is impeccable, and pre-timeskip his upper lip may or may not have tasted like shaving cream.

the blond would gladly let u guide him through the motions as move ur tongues together. he would never brute force himself between ur lips and adores how sweetly u place chaste kisses on the corners of his mouth before u reach him. he would love to keep u as close as possible, however even after a few minutes of making out ur chef is going to need to sort out the growing tent in his pants.

portgas d. ace

i think ace was shy at first and allowed u to take the reins due to his lack of experience. not only would the makeout sesh be hot (haha) but sloppy too. strings of saliva would fall from both ur lips as u pant for air and ace runs a hand through his messy hair. blown out pupils stare at ur mouth expectantly like a patient puppy waiting to be told he can have his treat.

in terms of taste he probably just tastes like his last meal and charred bits of food. ace is going to be insatiable once u get him hooked on the feeling on ur tongues intertwining and mouths moving against each other in ways that send sparks down his spine and into his shorts. I doubt he would mention his erection, but it's not like u can't exactly tell.

sabo

ugh. sabo is a yapper and unfortunately not even making out can get him to shut up. hot open mouthed kisses pressed against his stupidly perfect lips would only lead to a cheeky smile and commentary on his luck. sabo tastes like English breakfast tea, and while his appetite is almost as crazy as his brothers he often cleanses his palate with the hot beverage. while his arms circle ur waist he makes sure to strip himself of his leather gloves if he hasn't already, wanting to feel ur skin on his own.

u should be careful not to rile him up too much or he might burn ur tongue. he hasn't had his devil fruit for long and deep emotion can easily set him off. sabo enjoys making out best when ur on top of him while he's lying down. during leisure moments in the Revolutionary army he wants nothing more than to spend his days lazily sliding his tongue against urs and trying to memorize the cavern of ur mouth.

eustass kid

kid is the type to pat his lap while he spreads his legs and gesture for u to come sit. and I would absolutely fall for it every single time. despite placing u on his knee the guy is 6'8 so i doubt ur gonna be taller than him. small kisses on his lipstick clad lips only act to annoy him because u both know what he really wants from ur mouth. when he finally gets bored of ur games he decides to bite ur lip and use ur surprise to bring ur open mouth to his own.

he has a lovely tongue piercing that sends a contrast of cold metallic steel whenever he runs it across ur own. sometimes he'll take his goggles off and let his bangs fall in front of face, tickling ur forehead in the process. while he is a rough lover, this is one of the view times where he lets his guard down and indulges himself in another. if u weren't wearing any lipstick beforehand he'll make sure u are by the end of this.

killer

n/a: killer wears a mask so u can't make out :(

jk I wouldn't be that mean to the 8 killer fans out there! if he does ever remove his mask and share something so personal like his own face to u, the first thing he wants to do is finally kiss u. and pirates aren't known to be the most self retraining ppl so ofc ur sweet kisses would lead into a steamy make out session with the blond. for some reason i can imagine this happening on the floor as the both of u awkwardly stumble around on ur knees until u fall into his lap.

as he gains more confidence he would move his hand behind ur head to press u closer to him. he spent so long watching ur lips grace everyone else in the crew with smiles and kisses on the cheek he can't seem to stop himself from wanting to reap all the times he should've taken u in his arms and he didn't. in terms of taste, unfortunately due to his diet full of pasta he will be tasting entirely like spaghetti.

trafalgar d. law

law has watched movies and read books where people make out but actually acting out the scene himself? entirely different playing field. he would be sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed as u stare up at him curiously. u've given each other quick pecks before (all that have led to wonderful wank bank material) but now it was time to get serious and fulfill a long time dream of his.

after hyping himself up for a few seconds he turns to u and u begin to crawl towards him on the bed. finally making out for law is overwhelming, erotic, and kinda sweaty. he can't stop his palms from sweating and he doesn't want to weird u out by putting his damp hands on ur body so he awkwardly keeps them by his side. he's already planning his escape to the bathroom after this encounter but it's totally worth it, esp bc the two of u r watching sora, warrior of the sea: the germs of germa after this!

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[darkbluekies]

In the dungeon

yandere!king oc x fem!reader

Summary: after disrespecting him, you've found yourself in his dungeon. Edmund comes to visit you because he has heard that you haven't eaten in three days

Warnings: self starvation, punishment, toxic relationship,

Word count: 1.1k

He doesn't like it, but what choice does he have? If people found out that he doesn't punish his own wife, what would they think of him? That he's not a well respected leader because he can't even punish his own wife? No, he can't have that. He has to do it. But by doing it, he also feels pain, so it's a punishment for both of you. That's how he explained it.

You had disrespected him, belittled him and his masculinity. And now you're here. Easier said than done. Saying the words to him was easier than doing the time for them.

Your head hangs low as footsteps echo down the spiral stone stairs. You don't look up to see who it is, don't care who it is. Another guard to switch swift.

“Oh, my love …”

You look up. Edmund is standing on the other side of the metallic bars, wearing his clean, colorful clothes made out of the finest satin. He places a plate with a silver cloche on the bench beside him. You pull yourself up from the floor slowly, back sore from resting against the stone wall for eternity and stomach empty. Edmund's ice blue eyes follow your every step. It's not often that they contain any type of emotion, but seeing you like this brings out a deep worry that seems to make his eyes glow.

You drag yourself over to the door, which is nothing more than metallic bars. You hold onto one of the cold metal rods. Edmund places his hand over yours.

“The guards have told me that you haven't eaten in three days”, he says softly, as if you could break if he raised his voice even a decibel louder. “You can't do that, Y/N. You can't worry me like this.”

As if he would have eaten that stale bread and drink that moldy water, you think.

“Can I come up now?” you whisper. “I want to get out of here”, you cry weakly. “Edmund, please …”

Edmund shakes his head carefully.

“No, not yet”, he answers with a heavy sigh. “It's going to be okay, darling”, he reassures you softly, kissing the hand he's holding. “Soon, you'll be back with me, okay? Believe me, I want nothing more than to let you back upstairs and have you in my arms, but they would think I was incompetent in my role.”

He wipes one of your tears apologetically.

“Do you care more about your power than you do me?” you whisper.

He looks taken aback, unable to know what to answer.

“Don't be like that”, he says. “You know I love you more than anything else.”

But not enough, apparently, you think and sniffle.

He looks behind you, around the cell.

“I brought some food from the kitchen”, he says. “I want to see you eat it before I leave.”

He gestures for the guard to unlock the door as he bends down to pick up the plate. You back away from the door, finding your safe spot on the floor by the opposite wall. Edmund walks over, checking the floor before hesitantly sitting down.

“Do you have to sit on the dirty floor?” he mumbles dislikingly.

“I like it”, you reply.

“Alright, alright.”

Despite grimacing and dusting of his satin clothes, he makes himself comfortable on the hard, dirty floor and opens the cloche. The smell of boiled potatoes and marinated meat meets your nose, and the sight is even more exquisite. He takes out a silver fork from his pocket, stabs one of the potatoes and holds it to your lips. You open your mouth, letting him feed you. It tastes better than you remember it to. It has only been a week since you got locked down in the dungeon, but without anything to do, without necessities and comfort, the hours creep by. For all you could care, a month could have gone by. The only form of company you've had have been the rats crawling around on the floor, just big enough to squeeze through the metal bars. They bite.

“Tasty?” Edmund asks.

You nod. Anything that the kitchen prepares is delicious — or at least a thousand times better than the rock hard bread and dusty water.

“Good”, the young king says, pleased, feeding you another fork full of meat. “It makes me feel better to see you eat.”

Eating the food he has brought for you reminds you of how badly you want to vet out of here … and how much your comfort relies on Edmund.

Edmund wipes away a sauce smudge on the corner of your lips and sticks it between his lips to lick it off. You doubt he would do that to anyone else. Ever. He has certain liberties with you which he has with no one else. He can hug you, touch you, smile at you, joke with you. You give him life in a way no one can.

“You should see how restless my hours without you are”, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “I'm a walking bomb without you. I almost feel bad for my secretary.”

“Then let me back up …”, you whisper, a last attempt to try to plead with him. “Please.”

“I can't. Not yet. I've already given you special treatment and advantages no one else has gotten. If I let you back upstairs before an appropriate time my authority will be questioned.”

“I'm sorry, Edmund.”

Your voice is barely audible. His hand stops dead in its track on its way to your mouth. A drop of sauce falls down on the floor. You can see that it hit him right in his heart, shattering it.

“Oh, I know”, he reassures you and feeds you the piece of meat. “I know, darling. I believe you.”

You chew slowly, swallow slowly. The food seems to get stuck in your throat.

“Good girl”, Edmund praises. “You can hold out a little while longer, can't you? Just a few more days?”

You nod in defeat. What other choice do you have now that your pleading didn't work?

Edmund stands up. You follow him panicked, quickly reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“No!” you shriek. “Dont leave me. I don't want to be alone!”

“It's getting late”, Edmund answers. “I thought that I would let you get some rest.”

“No … not alone … please. Please stay. Just a little while longer.”

He thinks for a second. “Okay.”

You breathe out in relief. He sits down with his back against the wall, letting you fall asleep against him, wrapped in his warm, strong arms. Leaving him alone with his thoughts — his conflicting, torturing thoughts.

When you wake up the following morning by the sun shining through the little window pane you're alone, lying on the floor, covered by a colorful cape made out of the finest satin.

[erenists]

Boyfriend!Luffy Headcanons!

Bf!Luffy who always makes sure you’re fed and always tells Sanji to cook your favorite meals.

“OI, SANJII! MAKE MY PRETTY GIRL

SOMETHING TO EAT!! AND MAKE SURE IT’S A BIG PORTION!!”

Bf!Luffy who literally cannot keep his hands off you—he needs to be attached to you 24/7. Whether it’s hugging you like a koala or holding your hand while stretching halfway across the deck, he’s always touching you somehow.

Bf!Luffy who would do anything just to see you smile—even if it means risking Zoro’s wrath.

“Hey hey hey, look at me! I’m Zoro!” he says, one eye squinted shut and a piece of green seaweed slapped on his head. Zoro was not amused… but you sure were.

Bf!Luffy who brings you random souvenirs from every island, whether it’s a beautiful flower that reminded him of you, a giant gold goblet, or… a boar horn…?

“Wow, Luffy..! Thanks… um, what is it?”

“That, my 𐙚˙⋆.˚, is a boar horn. I beat that little sucker up real bad >:)”

Bf!Luffy who sees you as someone to protect no matter what. When he’s fighting, all he has to do is think of you and he’s locked in.

Bf!Luffy who hates sharing—except when it comes to you. For you, he’d give up his left lung.

“Take this piece, 𐙚˙⋆.˚—oh! And this one too!”He piles massive chunks of meat onto your plate. Aren’t you just the luckiest?

Bf!Luffy who likes to sit on top of the Sunny at night and watch the stars with you, making up ridiculous constellations.

“HAHAHA! That one looks like Usopp when he gets ‘I can’t go on that island’ sickness!”

He points at a cluster of stars that—somehow—does resemble Usopp mid-freakout.

Bf!Luffy who talks about you to anyone who will listen. Random pirates. His enemies. Sea Kings. Marine captains. Everyone knows about you because he won’t shut up.

Bf!Luffy who promises that when he becomes King of the Pirates, you’ll be right there beside him as his Queen of the Pirates.

A/N: How do we feel about these headcanons! should I make headcanons for like Sanji Zoro and etc!?? would you guys want a part two..? and would You want it with smut 😋😋??

[luffydotcom]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader where they encounter an enemy who’s devil fruit makes people reveal the truth which ends up with Luffy confessing his feelings for the reader and leaves him all embarrassed and the rest of the crew in shock. maybe he even says something along the lines of “I think y/n looks cute when she’s wearing my straw hat” idk, I just had this thought I hope it makes sense cause I feel like it would be super adorable! thank you!!

this is so cute! i had a lot of fun writing this too. honestly... i did find this a bit of a challenge because luffy's so honest and not good at lying in general! but i tried to make it work anyhow. i hope this is alright!

also sorry that this is so overdue, i swear i didn't forget about your request anon!! i've been so busy with college assignments but i swear i kept thinking of writing up your request when i got the chance the entire time 😭

truth be told

pairing: luffy x female! reader warnings: none! word count: 778

you know luffy is honest to a fault - always speaking his mind and it's like you always know what he's thinking. yet there is one thing he hasn't told you - that he likes you. seriously, too. and it's because well... for someone so to-the-point and forward with his words... even he isn't sure how to say it to you.

you've just arrived on a new island, and once again he's already managed to stir up trouble by attracting a big number of marines towards the crew when they recognised his straw hat.

while you're busy fighting off some of the marines, you miss one of them in particular - the captain. his expression is cunning and dark... and you don't even see how quickly he is approaching luffy from behind until he's inches away from him.

"LUFFY!" you call out to warn him as you see him knock a straight punch into a whole line of marines with ease. but when luffy whips around to face you, the captain clenches his hand on luffy's shoulder.

"HEY! what're you doing, you -" luffy manages to break free of his grip without much trouble, but he's interrupted when he feels chills all over his body.

the captain lets out a dark laugh. "you'll see soon..."

luffy still hasn't moved from his place, as if he's completely stuck, and his face is empty of any kind of readable expression. you run over to him, afraid he'll get hurt, but within seconds you see zoro is already there and has cut the enemy down as he falls to the ground in pain.

"oi, luffy! what's gotten into you? snap out of it!" he grabs luffy by the shoulders and starts shaking him. by now, all of the enemies are on the ground and you and the rest of the crew rush to join their side, looking concerned for your captain.

luffy doesn't say anything at all, dead-silent. until suddenly the light returns to his eyes.

"what happened? i just got a funny feeling all over my body!" luffy looks down at his hands as zoro releases him and breathes a sigh of relief.

"that guy must have done something to you," nami says, thinking back to what happened just moments ago.

"maybe he had some kind of devil fruit... do you feel any different, luffy?" you ask, looking worried.

luffy turns to face you as if he's just noticed you were there. "about you? no, i still love you."

everyone's jaws practically fall to the floor, even luffy's.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" the whole crew, including you, gasps in unison.

"CRAP! WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT? IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SECRET!" luffy yelps and covers his mouth with both hands.

"WHAT? between who?" you move away in complete shock, hands shaking.

"MYSELF!"

you want to laugh but you're absolutely blown away by how straight-forward that confession was, even for luffy. heck, you just wanted to know if he was OK. you weren't expecting him to say that he loves you.

"sanji, i just wanted to say i ate all the ingredients for today's lunch," luffy says, deadpan, before covering his mouth again in surprise. "also, nami, i used some of our money to buy more meat -"

"WHAT? HEY!" sanji and nami have to get held back by usopp.

"something's clearly wrong." zoro steps forward, tapping luffy's forehead with his finger. "it's like he can't stop saying the truth. and that guy definitely has something to do with it." he looks down at the collapsed marine on the ground.

"wait, so luffy... does that mean you're serious about what you said about y/n?" chopper's eyes shine with eagerness.

you glance at luffy, but he hesitantly looks away from you, attempting not to meet your eyes. you couldn't believe it. for the first time in your life, your captain actually looks... embarrassed?

"...i just think y/n looks cute when she's wearing my straw hat..." luffy mumbles so that you can just about hear him.

"how long have you been hiding this...?" your mouth parts slightly in surprise, although you feel flustered by the unexpected compliment.

luffy starts to count on his fingers. "i don't know, but definitely a while now." he almost looks guilty. "i just didn't know how to say it!"

"perhaps it doesn't matter how you were meant to say it," robin chuckles. "you've said it now, haven't you? even if it was by strange circumstances."

luffy takes in what robin has said, then looks at you with his confidence returned. he smiles widely. "i'm glad... i don't know how much longer i could keep that to myself!"

© luffydotcom

[one-sunny]

Silent Affection

Sanji x f!reader drabble

Summary: Sanji is Sanji and it’s not unusual to witness his displays of affection. However, you never seemed to pay attention to the silent displays of affection that are reserved solely for you. Typical Sanji nicknames and f!reader.

Masterlist

It was natural in an almost startling way.

Sanji was a man that showed his affection for those around him loud and proud. He would dote on you, Nami, and Robin around the clock. Any of your compliments of his food would turn him into the physical embodiment of heart eyes. None of you would ever go without.

But aside from all of the showmanship, there was a silent affection that was reserved for only you.

In the way that he always managed to hand you your sun glasses on a particular bright day, when you’re squinting uncomfortably and attempting to shield your eyes. No words passed between you or call to attention. Just the simple act of noticing.

It was in the chore rotation. How any time you were assigned your least favorite task, Sanji suddenly had the free time to get to it before you. It didn’t matter how many times you protested this, because often times this meant you aided him in his own chores and the man would do anything for that extra time to spend with you.

And above all else, it was the extra sprinkling of oregano in your pasta sauce. The day your nose crinkled when Sanji asked for you to taste test for him, announcing the sauce needed some oregano, he was instantly sent back to the Baratie. Of course, Sanji couldn’t stop himself from uttering the phrase “oregano is for savages”, just as he had so many times to Zeff. He didn’t have it in him to throw the ingredient into the whole pot, but he found himself adding the ingredient to your plate alone.

But all of these acts seemed to fall on deaf ears. You didn’t acknowledge them, for the most part, as this was just Sanji. Despite being reserved solely for you and you alone. You never seemed to notice.

When the Sunny docks onto an island, much to everyone’s relief, the crew is more than ready to head out and explore. Groceries are the number one priority with a captain that could consume the entire ocean three times over. But, groceries are not Nami’s main concern as she is dragging you and Robin away from the group and to a couple of shops nearby.

You spend your day split between a dress up doll and personal hype woman for the navigator. When Nami deems herself done and the shop keepers are all seething in rage at her lack of purchases, you meet your crew outside of a restaurant. Luffy had decided your chef needed a break and, after hearing a local rave about the marinated meat that was a local delicacy, he was more than excited.

Your waiter is an older man that regards your group with immediate distaste and huffs off when Luffy orders one of everything.

When the man returns with a tray of drinks, he places the glass of ice directly in front of you, a lemon wedge on the edge of the glass. Your nose crinkles at the sight. Sanji, caught up in a conversation with Nami about the grocery bill, doesn’t even seem to realize as he plucks the lemon off of your glass to drop it in his own water. After all, your chef knew of your distaste for lemon in your water.

And you simply shrug it off, because he is Sanji after all.

Before the food arrives, Nami requests you follow her to the bathroom, a silent plea in the room full of unfamiliar faces. You follow her with little protest.

Upon returning to the table, plates litter the surface and your food is presented at your seat. You notice Ussop’s eyes lingering on you for a beat too long as you settle down. An arm swoops in at your side before you can question it and a small ramekin of sauce is placed next to your plate. You cast a confused look to the waiter but he is already off.

“Sanji asked for it for you.” Ussop answers your silent question, his brows raising. “And he did that.” He nods towards the raw circles of onion placed on the edge of Sanji’s plate. The raw onions you specifically had asked to not come with your meal.

“Oh.” Is all you can mumble out.

“Oh.” Ussop mocks you with the roll of his eyes. “You should be used to this, ya know.”

Your brows pull together, “What do you mean?”

A smirk pulls to his lips, “So you really are just dense?”

“Says you.” You scoff defensively. At your weak retaliation, Ussop drops the issues and focuses on defending his own plate from Luffy’s hungry gaze. Your eyes drop to your plate as the words ring in your mind. “You should be used to this.”

The meal is good, the marinated meat just as lush as described, but you couldn’t seem to focus on your plate. Sanji’s knee knocks against yours under the table and you are quick to meet his eye.

“Everything okay, darling?” He prompts, lifting his drink to take a sip as his eyes level at you. You can only focus on the extra lemon swirling in his cup.

You clear your throat, “Yeah, i’m fine.”

“Enjoying your meal?” He asks further.

“ ‘S good.” You nod slowly. Your next words leave you before you can even process them, “But i’m almost certain you could do better.” And you begin to wonder just how long you have spoken so freely to Sanji without any thought.

A bright smile pulls to his lips and heat rushes color to his cheeks. “Thank you, mon amor.” He hums in thought. “The marinade is quite good, I believe I could recreate it if i tried hard enough.” That was the thing about your chef, he was excellent at dissecting a meal and recreating it to be a thousand times better. “And I could easily make it more to your taste.” He bumps your knee again with a smile and you find yourself leaning into that touch, much to his surprise.

Your knee rests against Sanji’s as you turn back to your plate- which looks suspiciously lacking from when you last focused on it. Across the table, Luffy chews with a goofy grin on his face.

Yet, you cannot bring yourself to care. Your thoughts rush in your mind as you attempt to piece together just when this all started. When it stopped just being Sanji.

[fluffylino]

worried!minho

minho wants to take away all your pain~

-contains mature themes

when were the cramps going to go. it was your second day of having your period. you had leaked through your pad and stained your clothes. now, you sat on the bed, swaddled up in a bedsheet while a random anime was playing on tv.

you were far too distracted to even pay attention to the dialogues. another sharp pain to your lower stomach. you huffed, wrapping your arms around your stomach. you curled up into a ball, adjusting your pad which had moved out of place.

minho's footsteps could be heard. he was busily moving about. from the kitchen, to the living room and then to check on you.

"how are you feeling, baby?" you jumped at the sudden appearance. he was standing beside you, looking at your bundled up figure with soft eyes. you let out a whine, lightly kicking your legs. you could hear his quiet laugh.

"mm' hurts" you mumbled, reaching your hand out. he took it, sitting close to you. he brushed your hair out of your face and leaned over you to take the remote. switching off the tv.

"still?" he seemed worried.

the thing was, it was rare for you to get cramps. you hardly ever got cramps that made you stay in one spot. on any other period you'd only feel a slight discomfort in your stomach. but today was different. you weren't used to it. and minho wasn't used to seeing you in such pain.

you looked at him through the bedsheets, only your eyes and mouth visible. his smile grew and he couldn't help but pat your head like you were one of his cats. which to him you were.

"i gave you a heating pad..we did some muscle relieving exercises and drank lots of water..what else could possibly work?" minho furrowed his eyebrows, his lips jutting out as he blinked. and blinked. and blinked-

"you know there is something that definitely works for sure. i was reading that orgasms help"

your eyes widened and then you slowly sighed.

well, that was true. but sex on your period would just end up looking like a crime scene. it made you feel confused. because yes, all the raging hormones were constantly at battle with your mind.

"but its icky and you'd probably find it...not so nice"

minho looked at you. "what makes you say i wouldn't like it?"

you were taken aback. did he really not mind?

"i don't think i want to do the...whole thing" you mumbled, shyly.

"so then should i try eating yo-" you screamed, pushing the bedsheet over him. shivering at how cold the room actually was.

"no no no" you chanted. that was not something you'd ever want to put him through, for the sake of your pleasure. you were aware of him. he didn't care about blood at all. in fact he was so chill about it. like the time you accidently stained his pants when you fell asleep on him.

he even washed out the sheets.

he ruffled around, throwing it on the ground. he scooted closer.

"should i finger you then, hm? that shouldn't be so bad, would it?" you nodded slowly.

"but what if i make a mess..again"

"i'll put a towel underneath"

"what if you get blood all over your fingers..."

"baby if i did mind it, i wouldn't have been so eager to suggest it"

he smiled. minho was ever so patient. always answering you with a reassuring statement whenever you fell down a spiral of unecessary thoughts.

"can you use gloves...?" you asked so softly, you had to repeat it for him to hear.

"whatever you want, baby. i recently just bought a whole new pack of gloves for when im marinating meat"

you smiled nervously.

"guess ill be using them to touch some other kind of meat" you pushed him off the bed. he gave you a sarcastic smile. your stomach doing flips at his expression.

.

you stood up, freezing when you felt a blood clot come out. there was no way you could do this. you finally decided on washing your lower body. so you did, carefully stepping out of the bathroom.

"take your pants off.." minho had come back, this time pulling the gloves up and over his wrists.

oh, so they were like the surgical gloves. the ones that fitted well...a little two well. his hands looked nice. they looked very nice in fact-

"what? you don't want the gloves? i don't mind" your eyes met his and doubt filled him. if only he knew what you were actually thinking about.

"i want it"

he had laid the towel down and you sat on it. you pulled your oversized shirt down, trying the cover up.

minho walked towards you, opting to sit behind you. his back resting against the headboard and your back to his chest. you felt a little exposed. he was fully clothed while all you wore was a t shirt.

you could feel his breath on your ear. minho's left hand rubbed on your stomach while his right hand slid between your legs.

he let out a surprised laugh. you knew you were wet. he could feel it. after seeing his hands in those latex gloves, you couldn't fight it.

"be a good kitty and open up for me"

you mewled at the nickname. lifting your knees up while he kept your legs open for him. he pushed a finger inside before slowly adding a second digit.

at this point you weren't sure if it was blood or slick or maybe both that leaked out onto his fingers.

"sorry" you apologized, you didn't even know why you were saying sorry. the pain in your stomach was the last the thing you were worried about.

"talk t-to me" you whispered, leaning into him. he lazily grazed his thumb over your clit while his digits pumped inside of you. with just enough pressure to not be too much for you.

"its okay, baby...you're doing so great, let me see how well you take my fingers" you moaned, as he pressed his palm against your heat. the latex feeling unusually nice. on your skin. and especially inside you.

"n-nice hands"

"yeah? you think my hands are nice? what do you like about my hands hm?"

he asked. he wasn't teasing you. he wasn't even joking about it. in fact he seemed to be curious. he wanted to feed into you.

"v-veiny..pretty and big...feels amazing inside of me" you answered back, bucking your hips when he added a third digit.

"you sure you aren't talking about my dick, kitten?"

"that even" you blabbered. letting him hook his chin on your shoulder. his breath hitched when you traced the veins on his forearms. they were so prominent. you wanted to lick them.

"that good, hm? who knew you'd be so attracted to my arms"

another warm sensation between your legs. his gloved fingers gliding in much smoother. you wanted to cringe at the sqelch it made every time he pushed in.

"you know, you have such a pretty little pussy, kitten?"

you blushed, trying to hide away from his comments. he nuzzled against your neck.

"i can't resist when it comes to you. i want to give you everything that i can"

willingly you parted your mouth, taking his other fingers in. he pressed down on your tongue. you sucked on them.

"you'll take anything i give you, won't you because you're my obedient princess"

[pinejayy]

╰➤ Lady Time

paring: nami x f!strawhat reader x robin

summary: it’s a peaceful day for the strawhat pirates, and sanji decides to make the crew a huge meal. while the crew is eating their meal the girls are having their own fun.

warning: threesome, teasing, dirty talking,, making out, nipple play, fingering (for you and nami) ,, masturbation (robin’s part) ,, oral (robin receiving) ,, sanji at the end walking in (getting a bloody nose)

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Finally a peaceful day for the Strawhat Pirates, it seemed like ages since they’ve gotten a peaceful day. So Sanji decided to make the crew a special meal, all the sweet treats and meats you could think about. Luffy was the most excited one, he was constantly on top of Sanji, demanding for food.

“FOOD! I WANT FOOD! YOUR CAPTAIN DEMANDS FOOD!” Luffy yelled at Sanji and the poor cook was getting annoyed. “Calm down Luffy! You have to wait like the rest of the crew!”

There yelling was heard across the Sunny, and you and girls were relaxing and sun bathing on the deck. “Hmm the Captain seems very excited for the meal Sanji is preparing.” Robin spoke up, which both of Nami and You looked at her.

Nami couldn’t help but scoff. “Yeah! That idiot is ruining our peace and quiet. I would prefer to relax in our room. Since someone where is yelling like an idiot!”

And you couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “Yeah..it’s hard relaxing while both of them are yelling.” You say and look at both ladies and nod. “Yeah let’s go relax somewhere more private.”

And with that all three of you stood up and followed each other to the girls cabin. And once you guys made it to the room you lay on the bed and sigh, and Nami laid besides you. Which left Robin standing there, watching both of you. You really were enjoying yourself in the sun, the one time you guys were able to relax Luffy was of course yelling and was making it hard to fully relax. But at least you can spend some quality girl time with Robin and Nami.

In reality you ha didn’t notice how tense you were until Robin pointed it out. “Hey, are you feeling okay Y/N? You seem really tense?” She said and sat besides you. And she eyed both you and Nami.

“Yeah, it’s been weeks since we’ve gotten a day to ourselves. You know with the constant battles and also Marines up our asses. I’m just a little worked up…” You say, rubbing your eyes. “I could use a release..”

“Yeah tell me about it! I could use one too!” Nami chimed in.

This quickly caught Robins attention and she couldn’t help but smirk slightly. “You know there’s a good way to help each other out…it seems like we all need a good release. And let’s be honest we don’t know when is the next time we’ll have time for something like this. Or the next time we’ll have a peaceful moment to ourselves.”

“What are you talking about Robin?” Nami spoke up and she opens her eyes and she eyed her. “Are you implying we sleep with one of the guys? Because I’m not doing that! That’s gross!!”

“Oh, no! Of course not. And as I said. There’s a good way to help each other out.”

“I still don’t get it.” You say. And Robin couldn’t help chuckle slightly and she walked towards the bed and she sat on the edge. "Why don’t I show you instead.”

And before you could even reply, two slim arms appeared between your legs. Your cheeks turn slightly red as her actions. “I mean like this, let’s be honest ladies. We’re all ladies here, so we’ll know each other’s bodies best and know what we want exactly.” She said, and you couldn’t help but mentally agree with her. But still, these two were your best friends. Sleeping with them would just make things complicated.

“So you’re suggesting a threesome?” Nami spoke up before you could. And Robin nodded. “Indeed.”

“Well…you are right…” Nami sighed out, seemingly thinking to herself. “And this wouldn’t affect our friendship?” To which Robin shook her head. “No, in fact it might bring us closer.”

To which you sigh in relief, that’s the last thing you wanted. A ruined friendship. “I’m in, only if you two agree.”

“Heh..I was the one who suggested the idea, so Nami?” Robin chuckles and eyes the red head. And Nami pouts slightly and she nods. “Yes..I need it.”

Robin wasted no time, she leans in and captures your lips against hers. Both Robin and you shared a deep kiss, you couldn’t help but against her lips and she wasted no time to slide her tongue between your lips and in your mouth. Exploring new territory, while the two arms were still holding your legs apart. Both lips moving against each other, the prefect pace.

As you guys were deep into the kiss, Nami couldn’t help but grope her chest through her bikini. Sighing softly at the sight.

After what seemed forever she finally pulled away from your lips, panting slightly. Nipping your bottom lip before smirking at your reaction. “You know, I’m quite fond of your blush, I’m wondering what else makes you blush.”

You didn’t realize you were blushing until she told you. Making you grumble. And the two arms that were around your legs disappeared.

“Okay my turn. Thank you very much.” Nami said and she sat in front of you and she wasted no time. Grabbing your face and her lips came crashing against yours. Taking your mouth to a heated kiss. Nami licks your bottom lip, asking for permission. And you opened your mouth. Granting her access, and she slides her tongue in and explores the most inside of your mouth. Both tongues fighting for dominance.

Robin watched both of you. A hint of mischief in her eyes. “What a sight. Beautiful sight.” She chuckles, and both of you and Nami pull away. A red tint across your guys faces. “But how about I make things a little more interesting, Nami would you please lay besides Y/N.”

Nami huffs and laid besides you, and arms sprouted against your body and Nami’s. The arms quickly began to peal off the swim wears you guys had on. You weren’t ashamed of your body or embarrassed by it. Considering you’ve guys have seen each other naked before.

So both of you guys were laying there naked, arms around your guys body. The arms slowly and gently roamed around your guys bodies. And you couldn’t help but relax slightly.

The arms kept roaming around. Feeling every curve you guys had, squeezing your guys boobs. Making you both moan at the touch. And Robin couldn’t help but smirk to herself, she was slowly stripping off her swimwear as well, watching as the arms were feeling your guys bodies. Both so different and both so beautiful.

“Come on ladies, open those beautiful legs of yours. I’m sure my hands will give you a lovely treat.”

And both of you wasted no time, spreading your legs. Exposing yourself to Robin. “Wow, already so wet. Both of you.” She giggled slightly, and she licks her lips. Her hands running across her own body, playing with her own nipples.

The hands that were across your body and Nami’s body were now in your guys inner thighs. Both of you were needy. And fingers slowly trace against your inner thighs.

Both moaning at her touch. “I must say your devil fruit is quite useful.”

Robin smirks as she continues to play with her own nipples. And without warning there was a finger rubbing your clit, slow and steady movements. The prefect pace…Making you bite your lip. Holding back your moan.

“Oh…that’s prefect…” You moan softly… and you heard Nami’s soft moans too, seems like her clit was getting the same treatment as yours.

“You tell me…the past guys I’ve had are terrible at finding the clit..” Nami spoke up. She moans softly, the fingers kept moving in small circles against her clit.

Which made Robin laugh slightly. “Hm. I’m aware and if they do find it. They don’t know what to do with it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle through your moans. The finger kept moving against your clit. “Mmm…ah…yeah…and if they do find it. They think that going fast and hard is good..”

Robin fingers kept the prefect pace against your guys clits, and she couldn’t help moan feel the heat between her legs grow more at the slight. The way you were moaning. And Robin slowly brings her finger to lips and gives her middle finger a long and slow lick before rubbing her own clit. Moaning under her breath. Rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves sent a shiver down her spine.

The room was filled with soft moans and whimpers.

“Oh…Robin…” You whimper softly, feeling your stomach tighten up. “I’m so close..” “Me too…it feels so good..”

And suddenly the fingers and arms that were around your body and Nami’s disappeared making you both groan. Before any of you could speak up Robin spoke up. “Please…finish each other off…I need to see it.” She moans out, rubbing her clit faster. Too lost in her own pleasure.

Both you and Nami looked at each other and were immediately In each other’s arms. In a deep kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Nami’s hands were all over your body, feelings your curves. Giving your boobs a harsh squeeze. Her fingers made their way to your wetness between your thighs. She wasted no time, inserting two fingers inside of you. Moving them slowly , making you moan against her lips. “Nami…”

“That’s right…keep moaning my name.. please..” She practically begged out. Moving her fingers in and out. And before she could speak up again your hands were between her legs..also inserting two fingers inside of her. Feeling her walls clench around your fingers. “God…feels so good…”

Both of you were lost in your own pleasure that Robin was watching both of you. Watching both of your guys tongues wrap around each other, the way you guys were fingering each other. It was a beautiful slight.

Robin moans softly, rubbing her own clit while she pinches her own nipples.

Moaning against Nami’s lips, you pulled away to catch your own breath. And she was panting slightly. A blush spread across her face. You pick up the pace with your fingers and Nami quickly copied your pace.

Both moaning “Fuck…”

This went on for awhile, and Nami was hitting every spot you craved for…you felt her walls clench around your fingers and you gasp. Picking up the pace, and curling your fingers. Hitting her G-Spot. She quickly covers her mouth to prevent herself from being loud. And after a few minutes she was a moaning mess against her own hand. Gushing all over your fingers, giving her a few more thrusts before pulling your fingers out and bringing them against your own lips. Sucking on her sweet juices. “Mmm so good…”

And Nami smirks, and her fingers were still inside of you and her pace picked up, making a scissoring motion inside of you. Curling her fingers to hit your G-Spot. And she kept abusing that prefect spot making you reach your own climax. And she hums softly and slowly she pulls her fingers out and licks off the juices. “Mm even better.”

Both of you were catching your breath and a soft moan caught your attention, both you and Nami turn to Robin and she was lost in her own thoughts…she was watching both of you as was fingering herself. She had her head thrown back, moaning at her own touch. You and Nami look at each other and smirk.

You guys move towards Robin, she really seemed lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t notice either of you. And with a quick motion Nami quickly pinned her shoulders down against the bed. Making her gasp out. “Nami…” She mumbled softly, and Nami quickly kissed her. Robin couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. Getting lost into the kiss. While you couldn’t help but lick your lips. Making your way down to her thighs, spreading her legs open, exposing her pussy to you.

You couldn’t help but place small kisses against her inner thighs, making her moan against Nami’s lips. Your tongue tracing small circles against her skin and close to her sensitive area.

Leaning in, giving a small lick across her folds. Tasting her, moaning softly. “Mm Robin…can’t wait to eat your pretty pussy.”

Before fully diving into her folds, and eating her out as if it was your last meal. And Robin was a moaning and whimpering mess against Nami’s lips. While Nami was sharing a deep kiss with her she pulls away to look at her, before leaning in towards her neck. Placing sloppy kisses against her neck. Nami’s fingers found their way to Robin’s nipples and gave them a pinch, playing with them.

As both Nami and Robin were deep in their moment, you were lost in your own world. Your mouth moving against her pussy, taking in all her juices she was leaking out. Pulling away slightly, placing small love bites across her inner thighs. Making her moan.

Looking at her pussy, you couldn’t help but spread her folds slightly and lean in to blow slightly on her clit making her shiver. “Mm seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”

To which she just moan softly, making you giggle. Before taking her clit between your lips and sucking on it gently.

The room was filled with moans from all three of you, and after awhile Robins moans had gotten louder which meant she was close to you bring a finger to her clit and rub circles and your mouth moves her to needy hole and you couldn’t help but get a better taste at her. Shoving your tongue in her hole, and with the sensation of your tongue against her and your finger was making her legs shaking in pleasure.

And suddenly she moans loudly, to which Nami quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Shh they might hear us.” She teased softly. Kissing her earlobe.

Robin reached her climax and she was a panting mess, you moan at her taste. Licking up all her juices, sitting up and licking your lips as you watch both woman.

“Hey I wanna have a taste too.” Nami said and she grabs your face and smashes her lips against yours. Her tongue already sliding into your mouth.

And Robin quickly sat besides you guys and she spoke up. “I wouldn’t be opposed to taste myself as well.” She said and scoots in. And all three of you shared a three way kiss, all three tongues tasting each other. You guys were so lost into the kiss that you didn’t hear the door knock.

“Hey! Ladies! Are you guys okay? The food is ready! You guys aren’t answering the DOOR!!!”

That snapped all three of you guys into reality, pulling away from the kiss. And your guys eye landed on Sanji..

Sanji stood there, he was knocking before walking in and he wasn’t expecting to see all three of you naked! AND ESPECIALLY HAVING A MAKEOUT SESSION! He couldn’t help but breath heavy. And suddenly his nose started to bleed…like there was no tomorrow.

Making Nami groan “Oh! Great you ruined our fun you creep!” She yelled out and Sanji was a giggling mess and Nami walks towards him and she shoves him out of the room. And he fell backwards onto the floor and he was a blushing and bloody mess, before slamming the door. “Oh…My…ladies…” He giggles.

You shake your head. “So should we change.” And Robin nodded. “It seems like the best idea, I suggest we lock the door for the next time.”

And both you and Nami nodded “Sounds like a good idea.”

Getting all dressed up, you guys heard the rest of the crews voices behind the door.

“SANJI I WANT FOOD NOW! GET UP! I’M HUNGRY!Luffy yelled out.

“OMG SANJI WHAT HAPPENED! YOU’RE BLEEDING ALOT!” Chopper cried out.

“Sanji what did you?! Did you see panties! Tell me! What color were they?’” Brook said.

While Sanji was giggling and bleeding on the floor, while the three of you guys were giggling behind the door.

tagging: @genderless-naper ,, @oatmealmika ,, @purplegemadventures // sorry about the long wait!! hope you guys enjoy!! uwu

[demonpiratehuntress]

brother's keeper pt. 2

Portgas D Ace x F!Reader

summary - As you get closer in Alabasta, your feelings for each other quickly become clear. first part of this in my FIRST masterlist, which wouldn't allow me to add this second part.

warnings - i didn't remember exact details of the Alabasta arc, so if there are any inconsistencies please forgive me. also it's a little shorter than the first part, so i'm sorry, but i guess i'm making more parts <3

a/n - you guys have no idea how much i absolutely MISSED writing for Ace, it's my favourite thing to do <3 he's so fun to write for

The ground was shaking.

Luffy was rapidly approaching on a camel.

Followed by a giant lizard.

There was so much happening that you didn't have time to react appropriately. And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, another lizard popped up right out of the ground behind you.

You, being the great warrior you were, stumbled and fell over from the force of the creature's emergence.

But instead of hitting the ground face-first, you stopped mid-fall. A strong arm was holding you in place, wrapped securely around your waist to stop your fall. You glanced up, your eyes meeting a pair of warm, concerned ones.

"Thanks," you breathed out, any other words you might have planned to say catching in your throat at his proximity.

"Don't mention it," he grinned, steadying you before turning his attention to the giant lizard. However, before he could really do anything, the creature lurched forward and closed its enormous mouth around the raven-haired commander.

Though its "victory" was short-lived - it burst into flames brighter than the sun itself seconds later, becoming a charred mess on the sandy floor as Ace just walked away, unfazed.

Your eyes widened, the sight of Fire Fist Ace's might freezing you to the spot in awe. You'd seen it before with the Marine ships, which had been on a whole different level, but you were still amazed.

"Hungry?" He asked you, with such a silly grin that you couldn't help but laugh.

The group settled down to eat, easily cooking the meat on the scorching rocks. Ace took a seat beside you, and you quickly learned that he was just as ravenous as his brother when it came to food.

"Now I see the resemblance," you remarked, teasingly.

Ace, with his mouth full, looked up at you and his cheeks turned slightly pink. You laughed and finished your own portion, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his leg brushed against your own.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, subconsciously following an orange cowboy hat, that you didn't even realise you two had been separated from the rest of the group. Until you smacked right into Ace, who had stopped to look around for everyone else.

"Where...is everyone else?" You asked, blinking once, twice, but only desert stretched beyond you. You would have thought your friends had been a mirage, if not for the solidity of Ace's body against your own.

"No idea," he murmured, a hand subconsciously reaching around to feel if you were real. It ended up touching your own, and instinctively you grabbed it.

Then quickly let go once you realised what you did, your face burning. Ace smirked just a little, before looking around again.

"Come on, let's try to find them."

You started walking again, only to be disrupted by yet another lizard. This one, to your relief, was much smaller, though it did seem like it was mocking Ace's movements as the commander tried to move around it. When he threatened it with fire, you swore you saw sweat droplets on its forehead.

"Interesting ride," you remarked as he insisted you get on the lizard. He had left no room for argument, now grinning up at you like he hadn't just argued with you over who would ride the creepy reptile.

"Had to keep it interesting," he chuckled, "Wouldn't want you getting bored, now."

"Somehow, I don't think I could with you," you laughed.

That statement hung in the air for a second, before your face heated up and you urged the lizard to start moving. With burning cheeks, you avoided Ace's gaze, hearing him chuckle softly at your flustered reaction to your own words.

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you for a while, as you approached a small town. You wanted to say something, anything, just so he could respond and make you laugh again, but you didn't know what to say. Your brain felt empty, but your heart felt full. You knew very well what that meant, though you were too afraid to face it right now.

The next time you spoke was when Ace had led you into a building in the small town, and sat down to eat the food that had been laid there.

"Ace-"

"Frauds," he mumbled, or at least that's what you think he said.

You didn't know what that meant until three guys walked into the room, and started protesting. Ace quickly shut them up, stuffing something in your mouth to affectionately keep you from talking as well. Not to mention he wasn't very sly with the way his arm wrapped around your waist, when he noticed those guys looking at you a bit longer than he'd liked.

And that's when you knew.

Your heart fluttered at the realisation, a mix of excitement and nausea suddenly overwhelming you. You carefully extracted yourself from his grip, standing up and walking back out to take a deep breath.

Ace followed not long after, worry clear as daylight in his tone.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm...I think so," you replied, confused about your own feelings. Or maybe confused about what this could mean. And the logistics behind such a relationship - though you couldn't allow yourself to hope for that much.

Ace noticed the conflict in your eyes, his mind quickly connecting the dots. He had gone too far, with his touch earlier.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No!" You quickly denied his claim, "You didn't. I promise. It's just..."

Ace's familiar smoky scent filled your nostrils - a comforting campfire-like smell that put you at ease and reminded you of better times - as he cautiously moved closer to you, stopping an inch away.

Your reaction confirmed his suspicions.

Your breath hitched, your body tensing slightly. Your eyes became unfocused, hazy with something far deeper than lust. Something he had never allowed himself to feel with anyone, and never allowed anyone to feel with him.

And then his lips were on yours.

BONUS:

"Hey...where's (Name) and Ace?"

The entire crew turned in a full circle, the movement comical as they all looked around. But neither you nor Luffy's incredibly strong and intimidating brother were anywhere to be seen.

"He kidnapped her!" Was Sanji's panicked response, earning sceptical looks from Nami and Zoro, and a glare from Luffy.

"He wouldn't do that!" The Straw Hat captain argued.

Nami and Vivi exchanged looks, something passing between them that the boys didn't quite understand. Or, at least, most of them didn't. Sanji's wail and Usopp's expression indicated that they very well understood what the two girls were implying.

"She's fine," Nami clarified for the other boys, who were staring at them with bewildered expressions.

As Sanji and Luffy bickered over whether or not Ace was a kidnapper, Vivi sighed and Nami face-palmed. But before either of them could suggest just looking for you and Ace, a ship appeared on the horizon.

On...sand?

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOU’RE IN THE KITCHEN HUMMING

osamu dazai x reader

you show dazai the beauty in domestic life

inspired by sweet nothing

when dazai pictured his future, he pictured it short.

a mastermind of people, he knew that that the universe would eventually catch up to him. to his crimes, his wrongdoings, and all of his faults. truth be told, he pictured himself in some sort of prison, bleeding out on a stake of revenge, or simply just gone. he never exactly rejected death in the first place. he accepted it with open arms.

so to think he’d find himself, washing dishes from leftover marinated crab meat and glasses stained with sake while you do the laundry is more of a surprise than anything else. every now and then he looks over his shoulder, watching how you handle the delicate fabric of his brown vest with such care. you always use unscented soap. though you certainly have the money to buy lavender, or bergamot, the two of you enjoyed the simplicity of regular soap. because then, it has the scent of home.

but what exactly does home smell like? for so many years, he couldn’t answer that question. how do you match a scent to something that doesn’t exist? maybe he’d say it smelt like the port mafia hallways, or the smell of old bandages. maybe dazai felt that home smelled like it wasn’t there to stay.

now, home smells like you. it smells like the face mask you make him use because he takes shit care of himself. it smells like your bare shoulder in the morning, the patch of skin he always insists he kisses you awake on. it smells like your laughter, your smile, your beautiful eyes. you were home.

“samu?” you quip, pulling your boyfriend out of his trances. he blinks, his lazily draped arms subconsciously tightening around you.

“yes bella?” he asks, his voice lazy and his brown eyes tired from the day. if he could melt and simply become apart of you, he would. you’re the only part of himself he actually seems to love, anyway.

“were you listening?” you chuckle, knowing that he’s a thinker. he loves you for understanding that, for knowing the signs when he’s lost in his own brain. his nail biting, his wandering eyes, his occasional hums. you know it all, maybe better than dazai knows it about himself. you’d give anything to see what he’s thinking, the beautiful equations in his brain.

his lips curve into a smile, refocusing on you as you laid in his lap all tuckered out. “i’m sorry.”

you sigh, half disappointed but half too-love-struck-to-care. he pulls you flush against his chest, letting you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. oh, how beautiful it sounds.

“i was saying we should go down to that new bakery.” you hum, not minding to recount your experiences for him. “atsushi told me kyouka really likes the crepes there.”

you know he’s listening this time, evident by the way his slender fingers travel through your hair. he loves the silky feel of it, how it may be the softest thing he’s ever felt after years of strangling throats and pulling triggers.

he melts onto that couch with you. the only other sound that can be heard is the occasional drip and drop from the sink. he makes a mental note to check on it in the morning, making sure its not leaking too much.

in his experience, everyone was up to something. no person was just kind for the sake of being kind. and for all his life, people wanted things from dazai. he was used and shaped into a demon when all he’s ever wanted was just to disappear. he insists he’s fine, and that this is just the person he is. he assures everyone that the voices he hears, in and external, don’t bother him at all.

but to you he can admit, that sometimes, he’s just too soft for all of it.

you built a home from the ground up with him. you sheltered and fed a man who never knew what it was like to be loved without condition. all you ever wanted from dazai was nothing. sweet, sweet nothings. and he knew he’d give you everything he is and more in return for that love, for those sweet nothings.

[inseobts]

The Confession Chronicles

sanji x fem!reader

Sanji tries multiple times to confess his feelings just to fail and fail and fail and fail... until?

a/n: thinking about using this prompt(?) for different characters

words count: 3k

tags: fluff, sfw

masterlist // ko-fi

It’s another peaceful day aboard the Thousand Sunny, the kind of day that gives Sanji far too much time to think—and unfortunately for him, all his thoughts are about you. He leans against the counter in the ship’s kitchen, staring at a bouquet of flowers he picked earlier.

It’s perfect. The flowers are bright and delicate, just like you, and their scent reminds him of something soft and sweet, like the desserts he always makes for you. This time, he isn’t just going to flirt with you or throw out some casual compliment that could be taken as a joke. No, today he’s going to confess his feelings properly.

“Today’s the day” he mutters to himself, running a hand through his hair.

“Today’s the day for what?”

The voice makes him jump. He spins around, clutching the bouquet behind his back like it’s a weapon. Luffy is standing in the doorway, casually munching on a piece of bread he’s clearly stolen from the pantry.

Sanji narrows his eyes “Nothing, Captain! Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, doing captain things?”

Luffy tilts his head, crumbs spilling down his shirt “You’re acting weird. Are you doing something cool? Can I help?”

“No,” Sanji snaps, exasperated “This is something I have to do myself.”

Luffy stares at him for a long moment, then grins “Okay! But if it involves meat, save me some!”

He bounds out of the kitchen before Sanji can throw something at him. With a deep breath, Sanji straightens his tie and sets the flowers down on the counter.

“Alright, Sanji. You’ve got this,” he mutters to himself. “Just cook her the perfect dinner, bring her here, and tell her how you feel. Easy.”

He moves like lightning through the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and arranging them on the counter. Every dish he makes is infused with care—your favorite flavors, the perfect balance of texture and taste, and just the right amount of flair. By the time he’s finished, the table is set with candles, plates, and a meal that could make even the grumpiest marine weep with joy.

Everything is perfect.

But then, the door slams open.

“Sanji! I’m starving!” Luffy whines as he barrels into the room, his eyes locking immediately onto the table.

Sanji panics, throwing himself in front of the setup “No! Captain, this is not for you!”

Luffy ignores him completely, lunging for the nearest plate “It smells so good!”

Sanji wrestles him back with one arm, though it’s no easy feat. “Damn it, Luffy, this isn’t for you! This is—this is important!”

Luffy pauses mid-struggle, blinking “Important? Is it for Nami? Or Robin? y/n?”

Sanji groans, shoving him out the door. “Get out!”

Luffy finally relents, though not before grabbing a roll on his way out. Sanji slams the door shut behind him and slumps against it, running a hand down his face. The perfect setup is a mess now—plates shifted, candles tilted, and one of the dishes missing its garnish.

“Why is this so hard?” he mutters.

Sanji sighs and straightens his tie again. He can fix this. He has to. With renewed determination, he tidies the table, replaces the garnish Luffy stole, and checks every detail twice. This time, nothing is going to go wrong.

He takes a deep breath and steps out onto the deck, scanning the ship for you. It doesn’t take long—he spots you leaning over the railing, gazing out at the calm, endless sea. The sunlight catches in your hair, and Sanji feels his heart stutter.

“Steady, Sanji,” he whispers to himself. “You’re the prince of love. You’ve got this.”

He strides toward you, clearing his throat softly to get your attention. You turn, and the smile you give him is so warm and genuine that it almost knocks him off balance.

“Oh, hey, Sanji,” you say “What’s up?”

He freezes. What’s up? What’s up? How is he supposed to answer that when his heart feels like it’s about to leap out of his chest?

“I… uh…” He clears his throat again, scrambling to find the words “I was wondering if you might… join me for dinner. In the kitchen. Just the two of us.”

You blink at him, surprised “Dinner? Is something special happening?”

“Special?” Sanji repeats, his voice raising an octave “No! I mean, yes! I mean… it’s just a small… gesture of appreciation. For you. Because you’re…” He trails off, his face turning a deep shade of red.

You tilt your head, clearly amused by his fumbling. “Well, sure. That sounds nice.”

Sanji feels a wave of relief wash over him. Step one is a success. Now all he has to do is make it through dinner without embarrassing himself.

The kitchen is dimly lit when you arrive, the soft glow of candles reflecting off the polished tableware. The spread Sanji has prepared looks almost too beautiful to eat. He stands off to the side, his hands clasped nervously in front of him, watching your reaction like a hawk.

“Wow, Sanji,” you say, your eyes wide. “This looks amazing!”

He beams, his confidence returning for a moment. “Only the best for you, my dear. Please, have a seat.”

You settle into one of the chairs, and Sanji serves the first course with a flourish. For the first few minutes, everything goes smoothly. You chat casually, praising the food and making Sanji’s heart swell with pride.

But as the main course arrives, the door flies open.

“Sanji! I’m still hungry!” Luffy whines, storming into the room again.

Sanji spins around, his eye twitching. “Luffy, I swear—”

Luffy makes a beeline for the table. “Whoa, you’re having a feast in here? Why didn’t you invite me?!”

Sanji intercepts him, pushing him back toward the door. “Because it’s not for you! Out!”

“But I’m the captain!” Luffy protests, trying to duck under Sanji’s arm. “I deserve at least a bite!”

“Luffy, I will—”

You burst out laughing, and both men freeze. Sanji turns to look at you, his frustration melting into confusion. “What’s so funny?”

You cover your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles. “I don’t know why, but this is hilarious. Poor Sanji, you can’t even have one peaceful dinner.”

Sanji stares at you, completely thrown off by how easily you’re laughing at the chaos. And then, to his own surprise, he starts laughing too.

Luffy, sensing an opening, uses the distraction to grab a piece of bread off the table before bolting out of the kitchen.

“Damn it!” Sanji yells, but he’s still laughing, shaking his head in disbelief.

You smile at him, your laughter softening into something warm. “Thanks for inviting me, Sanji. Even with the interruptions, this is really nice.”

Sanji feels his heart skip a beat, and for a moment, he considers blurting out the confession right then and there. But the words catch in his throat, and instead, he just smiles back.

“Anything for you,” he says softly.

Sanji wakes up the next morning with fresh determination. Dinner might not have gone as planned, but he isn’t giving up. If anything, your laughter only made him more certain—he has to confess his feelings.

Standing on the deck with a cigarette between his fingers, Sanji brainstorms a plan. He taps his foot impatiently, running through scenarios in his head. A love letter? Too old-fashioned. A song? He’d have to borrow Brook’s guitar, and that skeleton is far too unpredictable. Maybe he can just pour his heart out the next time he sees you? No, too risky—he needs everything to be perfect.

As he’s deep in thought, Usopp strolls up behind him.

“Hey, Sanji,” Usopp says, startling him out of his thoughts. “You’ve been acting weird lately. What’s going on?”

“None of your business, long nose,” Sanji snaps automatically, but Usopp smirks.

“Oh, I get it,” Usopp says, crossing his arms. “This is about them, isn’t it?”

Sanji freezes. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please.” Usopp waves him off. “It’s obvious. You’re trying to impress them, right? Let me guess, it didn’t go so well last time?”

Sanji glares at him but doesn’t deny it.

“Well, lucky for you, you’re talking to the Great Captain Usopp,” Usopp continues, puffing out his chest “Master of romance and heroic gestures! I’ve got plenty of ideas that could help you out.”

Sanji hesitates. As much as he hates to admit it, he could use some advice. “Alright, I’m listening. What’s your plan?”

Usopp’s first suggestion is a classic romantic gesture: serenading you with a song. Sanji isn’t much of a musician, but Brook happily lends him his guitar, even offering to “add some soulful backup vocals.”

“Backup vocals are not necessary!” Sanji barks, already regretting this plan.

That evening, Sanji waits for the perfect moment to approach you. You’re sitting on the deck, watching the sunset, and he feels his heart skip a beat at how peaceful you look.

He clears his throat to catch your attention. “Good evening, my dear.”

You glance up at him, smiling. “Hey, Sanji. What’s up?”

He strums the guitar awkwardly, wincing at the slightly off-tune sound. “I wrote a little something for you. A song, if you’ll indulge me.”

You blink in surprise, clearly not expecting this. “A song? Really?”

Sanji nods, ignoring the sweat forming on his brow. He starts strumming again, his voice soft and low as he sings about your beauty, your kindness, and the way you light up his world. It’s cheesy, but it’s heartfelt.

You’re watching him with wide eyes, clearly touched—until Brook’s voice cuts through the moment.

“Yohoho! Don’t forget the bridge, Sanji!”

Sanji’s hands falter on the guitar as Brook joins in with an enthusiastic violin solo, completely overshadowing Sanji’s heartfelt performance.

“Brook, what the hell are you doing?!” Sanji shouts, his face red with fury.

“I’m providing the soul of the song!” Brook replies cheerfully. “Yohoho!”

You’re covering your mouth, trying not to laugh, but Sanji can see the amusement in your eyes. His shoulders slump as he realizes the moment is ruined.

“Thanks, Sanji,” you say, your voice warm despite your obvious amusement. “That was sweet.”

Sanji watches you walk away, Brook’s violin still wailing in the background.

Sanji is undeterred. If music didn’t work, then food will. After all, it’s his specialty.

He spends the entire day crafting a dessert that’s as perfect as you are: a delicate, heart-shaped cake with layers of your favorite flavors. He even adds tiny edible flowers for decoration, knowing how much you like those little details.

By the time the cake is finished, Sanji is practically vibrating with excitement. He carefully places it in the fridge, making sure it’s perfectly protected until the big reveal.

But disaster strikes when Luffy finds it first.

“Whoa, a cake!” Luffy exclaims, his eyes sparkling as he reaches for it.

“Don’t touch that, you bottomless pit!” Sanji yells, appearing out of nowhere to block him.

“Why not? It’s just sitting there!”

“It’s not for you!”

But Luffy is already one step ahead, stretching his arm to grab the cake. Sanji lunges for him, but it’s too late—the cake is in Luffy’s hands.

“Noooooo!” Sanji cries as Luffy takes a massive bite.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s great!” Luffy says with his mouth full.

Sanji collapses to the floor in despair, mourning the loss of his masterpiece.

By the third attempt, Sanji is desperate. He decides to keep things simple and pours his feelings into a heartfelt love letter. He spends hours perfecting every word, making sure it captures exactly how he feels about you.

When he’s finally satisfied, he seals the letter and tucks it into his pocket, determined to deliver it to you personally. But in his rush, he accidentally leaves it on the counter in the kitchen.

The next morning, Zoro finds it.

“What’s this?” Zoro mutters, picking up the letter and skimming it. His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, this is good.”

By the time Sanji realizes what’s happened, it’s too late. Zoro is standing in the middle of the deck, reading the letter aloud in a mocking tone.

“‘My dearest y/n, every time I see you, my heart beats faster—’”

“ZORO, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Sanji shrieks, chasing him across the ship.

You’re standing nearby, clearly confused. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing!” Sanji yells, his face bright red.

Zoro smirks, holding the letter just out of Sanji’s reach “I don’t know, it seems pretty romantic to me. What do you think, y/n?”

You tilt your head, clearly amused but not taking it seriously “I think you two have some weird rivalry going on.”

Sanji groans in frustration as Zoro finally tosses the letter back to him, smirking all the while.

Sanji spends the rest of the day sulking in the kitchen, trying to figure out where he went wrong.

“Why can’t I just tell them how I feel?” he mutters to himself.

But even as he wallows in his frustration, he knows one thing for certain: he’s not giving up. Not yet.

Sanji wakes up the next morning more determined than ever. He’s tried everything—songs, desserts, love letters—only to fail spectacularly every time. But if there’s one thing he knows, it’s that love isn’t about giving up.

As he tightens his tie and heads to the kitchen, he makes a vow: today will be the day.

It’s late afternoon when Sanji finally sees you. You’re sitting on the deck, talking to Chopper about something, and the sight of your smile nearly makes him forget his own name. He takes a deep breath, rehearsing what he’s going to say for the hundredth time.

But before he can approach, an unexpected voice interrupts him.

“Oi, love cook, what are you doing now?” Zoro asks, leaning against the mast with his usual bored expression.

Sanji bristles, immediately going on the defensive “None of your business, moss head.”

Zoro snorts “Let me guess—you’re going to make an idiot of yourself again?”

Sanji’s face turns red “I don’t have time for this. Go sharpen your swords or something.”

But Zoro isn’t done. He smirks, clearly enjoying Sanji’s frustration. “You’ve already tried everything, haven’t you? What’s next? Skywriting?”

Sanji glares at him, clenching his fists “You wouldn’t understand. You’re a heartless brute who knows nothing about love!”

“Maybe,” Zoro says with a shrug “But at least I don’t embarrass myself every time I open my mouth.”

The argument quickly escalates into shouting, with both men trading insults back and forth. You and Chopper glance over, confused by the commotion.

“What’s going on over there?” you ask, as you see everyone going towards the two.

Chopper shrugs “I don’t know, let's go there and see”

The fight gets more heated until, finally, Sanji snaps “Why don’t you just mind your own business, Zoro?! I’m just trying to confess to the person I—”

He freezes, his eyes widening as he realizes what he’s just said.

The entire deck goes silent. You’re staring at him, your expression unreadable, while Zoro’s smirk grows wider.

“Well, well,” Zoro says, crossing his arms “Looks like you finally spit it out.”

Sanji’s face turns beet red “I… I didn’t mean to—”

“You were saying something about a confession?” you ask, standing up and walking toward him.

Sanji panics. This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. He had a plan! There were supposed to be flowers and candles and a perfectly prepared speech!

“I—uh—” he stammers, unable to meet your eyes.

You stop in front of him, tilting your head “Sanji?”

The way you say his name is so gentle, so full of curiosity, that it’s enough to break through his panic. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to look at you.

“I… I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now,” he says, his voice softer than usual “But every time I tried, something went wrong. I thought it had to be perfect, but… maybe I’ve just been overthinking it.”

You blink, surprised by his honesty “What is it you’ve been trying to tell me?”

Sanji hesitates for a moment, then squares his shoulders “I’m in love with you.”

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Sanji feels like the entire world has stopped.

But then, you smile—really smile—and Sanji feels his heart skip a beat.

“Sanji,” you say softly, “you didn’t have to do anything fancy. I think I’ve known how you feel for a while now.”

He stares at you, stunned “You… you have?”

You nod, your smile turning teasing “You’re not exactly subtle, you know.”

Sanji’s face turns bright red, and he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly feeling shy “Well, I guess I can’t argue with that.”

You laugh, and the sound is so warm and genuine that Sanji feels his nerves melt away.

“For the record,” you say, stepping a little closer, “I like you too.”

Sanji’s jaw drops. “Y-You do?”

You nod, and before he can say anything else, you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. It’s quick and gentle, but it’s enough to make Sanji’s legs feel like jelly.

“I’ll let you cook me another fancy dinner later,” you say with a grin, “but for now, this is enough.”

Sanji watches you walk away, his hand pressed to his cheek where you kissed him.

Zoro’s voice snaps him out of his daze. “Congratulations, love cook. That was the most awkward confession I’ve ever seen.”

Sanji whirls around, ready to yell at him, but Zoro is already walking away, chuckling to himself.

Despite the teasing, Sanji can’t help but smile. He finally did it. After all the chaos and failed plans, he finally told you how he felt—and you feel the same.

As the sun sets over the Thousand Sunny, Sanji lights a cigarette and leans against the railing, a dreamy smile on his face.

Today turned out to be perfect after all.