#I like to imagine sanji possessive

[bjorngr]

Hmm yes

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE SIX : DOWNWARD DOG !

Starring… ‘Black Leg’ Sanji 📸

SET SCRIPT : “ooo what about sanji and yoga?”

MATURE WARNING(S) : smut, unprotected vaginal sex, dom!reader, mirror sex, yoga teacher!reader, student!sanji, handjobs, cunnilings, semi public sex, fingering, flirting, pervy!sanji, cum eating, femme!reader, minor cum play, “miss” used as a title, reverse cowgirl.

DIRECTORS CUT : for my first tumblr mutual @sanjisjuul !!!! I had to deliver the best for the ceo of Sanji. I got off that vc and started cooking in my drafts, I thought you’d enjoy the fic going in this direction. 🤭

Sanji did not really know what to expect using his “1 free session of yoga” ticket that zoro ended up gifting him for his birthday (long story). At the very least he was hoping he wouldn’t be there alone. However, of course fate casts its cruel hand and he’s the only one there in the studio.

Occasionally, his anxieties will get the best of him. He began frantically pacing the floors like a mad man and sees you walk in, his entire mood does an immediate 180. Just a second ago he swore he would destroy Zoro, now here he was singing his blessings in fine tune.

“Here all by yourself handsome?” you say smiling while walking through the studio doors to set down your belongings. One thing you adored was teaching beginners how to practice yoga, but it is very rare to have a male student. Especially one this handsome.

To be fair, for all his womanizing it’s rare that Sanji is shown the same energy back. The second your sultry voice slipped past your plump limps and called him handsome, he thought he was going to start hyperventilating or maybe salivating on the spot. You are the most beautiful woman he thinks he’s ever seen in his life, bountiful curls tied up in a silk scarf, a matching set that accentuates your undertones, and a set of eyes that pierce straight through his heart.

If Cupid shot him, he wouldn’t mind one bit. “Is it really just me in here?” He asks turning around the room to see if anyone had appeared from thin air within the last second.

“Don’t be scared, I don’t bite hun,” a shiver runs down his spine, “I’m y/n, your yoga instructor for today, just gonna be me and you so let’s try our best!” You clap your hands in excitement as you queue up some music.

Sanji will try his upmost best to not freak you out with his habit of love bombing and undying adoration for the mere ground you walk on, but only if you knew what he was thinking, ‘A beautiful babe and so radiant, goodness you could be the sun itself… a perfect goddess here before my very own eyes. Thank you stupid moss ball, but only this once.’

As you begin to work with Sanji, you quickly realize he’s excelling at all the physical parts of yoga, just not the mental ones. So, while he may be able to hit the cleanest triangle pose you’ve seen a beginner do due to sheer flexibility, he can’t seem to relax or concentrate at all.

“Deeper breaths Sanji, relax for me honey.” Well, he can’t when you say things like that to him. He is pleased to know you can’t tell it’s a furious blush overtaking his face because he can blame it on exercise and perspiration.

“I—,” your place your hand on top of his diagram, squatting down so you’re eye level with him, “can’t..” the weight of your palm makes his heart rate sky rocket

“Let’s try something different then, yeah?” How could he deny you when you ask so nicely with a pretty smile? He nods, waiting for further instructions. Sanji is an excellent student, what a good listener.

“Kay, I want you to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. Try to breathe in, and out deeply.” You motion for him to follow you to the mats, sitting down behind him as he tries to find his centering.

You curve your body behind him like a puzzle piece, ‘helping’ him by placing your hands on him once more. “Mhm, yes. Just like that.” He’s supposed to be watching himself in the mirror, practicing his breath, not watching your hands essentially grope him. Fuck. He’s going to get hard, he can already feel the blood rushing there with the help of your hot breath on the back of his neck.

You keep talking him through it, pretending not to notice the unruly state you’re leaving him in. He shudders continuously, unable to regulate his bodily functions when your hands begin to trail down his abdomen.

“I can help you relax better y’know, just ask,” your teeth graze the shell of his eat and he can’t help himself from begging for your sweet beautiful mercy.

Sanji is a big man, but he utterly trembles in your hold. His hard cock out in broad daylight as you stroke him for anyone to see if they walked into the studio by chance. You have him practically sitting in your lap with his legs spread wide open, pumping his cock in your hand as you turn his head to kiss you sloppily. He’s panting into each kiss, barely making the timing because he can’t stop moaning like a whore.

“Fu—fuckfuckfuck, ngh— wait slower slower,” he chokes out, his balls feel heavier knowing you’re watching his every twitch and whine in the mirror. You are beautiful but oh so cruel and he loves it.

“Slower? Didn’t you just say you wanted me to go faster? You don’t seem to be very smart Sanji,” you continue to pump him up and down as he feels his orgasm rearing its head already, he hasn’t gotten to feel you, he can’t cum yet.

The way you tut your head to belittle him makes Sanji want to squeal out in mind-numbing pleasure, it was just so perfect. “I’ll cum!! D-don’t wanna,” he pathetically whines.

You decide you’ll reward him for his honesty, slowing your hand to bite the sensitive skin of his neck. “Then switch places with me,” you offer, letting your eyes meet in the mirror. The pad of your thumb swirls over his oozing tip waiting for an answer.

If it wasn’t for the fact he was catching his breath, evident from the steep rise and fall of his chest, Sanji would have already been behind you. “Yes, pl..please.”

He helps strip your shirt over your head, massaging your breasts lightly and twirling your dark nipples between practiced fingers. You sigh into his touch, letting your head rest against his shoulder, “I like it hard and fast, can you do that for me Sanji? I wanna make sure it’ll all fit,” you pur.

“Fuck me,” he whispers under his breath, he’s still leaking. Yet he’s no where near as drenched as you are when he slides your panties down your legs.

Pools of it running down your ass crack, he coats his fingers in the white translucent substance. “Help yourself,” you tell him, eyeing the way he plays with it between his fingers. He spreads its before sticking it back together. What a perv.

He almost gags himself trying to taste it all, desperate for the sweetness. He plunges his fingers into your sopping cunt, sticking one knuckle deep while testing the waters. He prods around trying to see what you like, when he finds the one that makes you tighten around him, he smiles; adding in another lithe digit.

You’re leaning against him for support as he works up his pace, pounding his fingers into you like clockwork. Once he starts he can’t stop the inertia, feeling his muscles burn in his bicep and forearm.

But it’s worth it, all worth it when he hears your guttural whines and praises. Your pussy rewards him with even more slick that he stops himself to taste, gorging himself on it. “Let me taste it please, I have to taste the real thing, miss please,” oh and he begs so sweetly.

With a nod he scrambles around to wrap his arms around your thighs, strapping himself to your cunt. His tongue is hot and heavy on your lower lips, lapping at anything he can. “Augg-ahhh Sanji! Oh my god,” you can feel your eyes roll back into your skull as you prop yourself up on your elbows for some stability.

But he doesn’t stop, exploring further, pressing his appendage at your entrance. The smooth ring of muscle no match for his hunger as his tongue guts through you. “It fe—fuck—els so good, don’t stop!” If anyone else needed to come by the studio you’re sure it would sound like murder with the way he was killing that cat, no mercy.

He’ll scissors his digits, press his greedy fingers against your gummy soft walls while sucking your clit. Then maybe prod at that spot that makes you go limp. He’s just so excited he is getting to make you feel good he didn’t even realize he was also moaning. You were just so addicting, he felt at peace.

He stops when he realizes you came all over his face, coating him in the residue that he begins to lick up like an obediently trained mutt. You’re gripping his scalp with your nails to stop him from overwhelming you as he hisses. The sight of him below your mound is enthralling, so you drag his face in your cunt to work off the aftershocks. Grinding into his plush pink tongue.

You decide you’ll mount him reverse cowgirl on your feet (with help of course), he holds your hip as you find balance. You feel him start to stretch your entrance, welcoming the painful burn. He’s long and skinny, hitting a spot inside you that has you saying, “oh fuck,” as you try to take more of him.

You watch yourself in the mirror, his inches disappearing behind your pussy lips, form crumpled over trying to selfishly fit him all inside.

But you keep going, needy to hear more of what you could pull out of Sanji. Bounce by bounce you pick up the pace, swallowing his cock with each clap of your ass.

The view was unreal, your thick curls beginning to fall down your back as you worked up a sweat. Titties bouncing up and down as you rock back n’ forth on your feet. “More! More! Please, need it so bad miss!” His hands help piston you on top of him, wanting to lend you whatever support you might need from him. He’s just hoping you can’t see the way his toes curl from how tight and wet you are.

You place your hands behind you on his chest for even more balance, the new angle making you feel even fuller than before. You both felt on fire, your hot breaths began to fog up the mirror as you made love on the floor.

Sanji, desperate to feel you even deeper, thrusts up to match your pace. It makes his cock drag just right on your clit and the pressure begins to build again in your stomach. It’s not like he’s much better though, a blubbering mess underneath you even if you can’t see his face, the desperation of his hips is evident enough.

A few moments later you’re both a sweaty and convulsing mess on top of each other as he makes you cum harder than before. It knocks the wind out of you as you shake in pleasure. Sanji is left whimpering underneath you, unable to pull out.

“So, same time next week?” You ask.

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Die Happy - Sanji x Reader

SUMMARY: Sanji is disillusioned about your lack of interest in him. Someone like you could pick and choose among princes, kings and emperors. What's a measly cook to you? Nevertheless, his lovesick heart continuously rejoices when you choose him to waste time with.

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Part 2 -> "Maelstrom"

Sanji has never believed in ghouls, witches, faeries and the like. However, when he met you his belief began to shatter:

Like a dark sorceress covering the whole world with a curse, you lured all the influential, important men like fire does moths. At first, Sanji fooled himself that all those generals, merchants and noblemen only wanted something pretty to hang onto their shoulders but reality destroyed his comforting illusion when the said men offered riches most people couldn’t even fathom. If you asked them for an armada to sail to the Grand Line, they’d only ask what type of wood you’d prefer. Despite something akin to world domination lying at your fingertips, you always laughed those offers off, telling your powerful suitors that you would think about their words and get back to them.

Sanji once asked whether you’re truly considering marrying one of the generals or kings. Some more naive part of him hoped you’d say no. Alas, the truth, once again, was his adversary:

“Obviously!” you giggled at his silly question. “But I won’t marry the first one that offers me wealth and whatnot. First, I’d like to see all of my options and the world…” your voice trailed away as you vaguely pointed around the two of you. “Well, it’s a big place. Many more kingdoms to visit.”

But to his own demise, the cook was a fool unlike any other. He had no chance at winning your heart, no matter how much he’d try. Still, his untamable desire egged him on, whispering sweet songs of your grace. Even if he could taste your lips only in his imagination, he could do his best for you to have a reason to keep him around like a dog that begs for scraps at his master’s table.

Sanji knows he’s only hurting himself, only furthering his desperation when he makes you smile or earns a speck of your affection. Every dawn, he promises to free himself from your sorcery but when dusk comes and his left with the Moon, his only confidant, he realizes that he could never possess enough power to cut himself free from you. You’ve pierced his heart right through and if he pulls your knife out of his chest, he’s bound to bleed out and die. It’s better if he lets you have complete control over his mind and soul - it’s the only way he will make it out alive.

He’s left cold and lonely on that night. Soft, silver moonlight washes over him through the small porthole in the wall of his room. The sea is almost black at this hour of the night but it becomes a mystical sapphire when the Moon’s glow washes over the lazy waves making them glisten like pure diamonds.

Diamonds… maybe if he had diamonds, you’d see him as a man and not just a shipmate.

Quiet knocking on his door wakes Sanji up from his thoughts. Before he has a chance to get up and open the door or tell the guest to come in, the mysterious visitor enters out of their own volition.

Your tired face makes Sanji think about painting in museums - the ones all connoisseurs consider “classics” and “timeless”. The silk shirt you’re wearing looks not only awfully expensive but, which is much worse, to be a men’s size. Its hem ends right underneath your buttcheeks, threatening to expose your body should you lift your hands. In the darkness of his cabin, you appear as nothing beyond a phantom, a hallucination born out of desperation. And just like a ghost, you’ve come to haunt and torment him in the sweetest of ways; in a way only you can.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks in a raspy voice. Sanji is doing a great job at appearing unaffected by your rather scantily clad form.

Carefully, you close the door behind you and walk towards him. Your skin glows when you step into the rays of soft moonlight pouring in through the porthole. Dishevelled hair, half-closed eyes and a slightly puffy face - Sanji has imagined you this way countless times but never actually seen. He can feel his body burning up, telling him to seize the opportunity, to wash you in the most charming and suave words he can think of.

“Nami kicks while sleeping,” you say quietly. “I swear to god my whole side is bruised at this point. Can I sleep with you?”

Sanji has to remind himself to breathe and to do so calmly. He’s cool, completely in control of himself. His mouth feels unbearably dry.

“‘Course you can,” he answers casually. With a swift move of his arm, he lifts the duvet. “Come on in.”

The pure bliss that suddenly appears on your face forces Sanji to take in a sharp, ragged breath. It’s an expression he also imagined one too many times when his desperation poisons his mind - not that he’s willing to admit it even to himself. He knows it’s wrong to even entertain a scenario in which you would grace him with such an enraptured face. Still, his will is not as strong as he often makes it out to be.

“Sanji, you are my salvation,” you tell him while getting under the covers with him.

“I know, love.”

It’s both strange and natural, the way your body fits his. As though the two of you have done it so much the memory of your muscles twists and turns your limbs to rest in the most comfortable and intimate way. The odd familiarity makes Sanji think that maybe in another lifetime this is how he always sleeps. He wishes he could find himself in that reality even for a second. Alas, it’s too far out of his reach.

“Damn, you’re really comfortable,” you mumble against his chest. Your hot breath makes him shiver. “And warm. I don’t think I’ll be going back to my bed.” A small grin of cosiness appears on your face - one that Sanji will never forget.

His broad chest and strong arm normally go unnoticed by you but now they’re like a fortress. And just like high stone walls are an unspoken promise of security and happiness, his firm hold on your body is a silent oath of a good night's sleep.

“Stay as long as you want,” he whispers back to you. 

Maybe if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d notice that his words aren’t a statement but a plea. They’re the last thing you remember before drifting off to a restful slumber.

Your breathing slows down and gains a steady, shallow rhythm. Keeping you close to his chest, Sanji allows his hands to gently brush against your arm and back. His movements are feathery, almost fearful. He wouldn’t want you to wake up and change your mind about spending the night beside him - he can indulge in his heart’s desire but he must do so carefully.

“If you only gave me a chance,” he whispers into the night.

Knowing you’re asleep and bound to remain ignorant of his affections, Sanji kisses the top of your head. His lips linger against your hair while he takes in the scent that haunts him day and night. Unknowingly, his grip around your body tightens at that moment as though he has suddenly grown most terrified of having you disappear. Too many nights he’s dreamed of this exact scenario only to wake up to a cold, empty bed.

When the dawn arrives and you leave his arms, this little moment of affection won't mean anything to you. It means nothing now. Sanji knows this very well. He doesn't try to lie to himself that maybe you'll wake up a changed person and finally see him as more than a friendly comrade. Although tonight means nothing to you, it holds an unspeakable weight to Sanji, who will forever gloat about the fact that when you needed help, it was him you turned to. It was his arms that guarded your sleep for a few hours.

Fighting off sleep until he collapses, Sanji revels in the feeling of you against his body and pretends, even if for one night, that you’re his the same way he will always be yours. Watching you sleep cuddled into him, he swears he could die happy now.

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They find out you had their Child pt. 2🐊 🚬🫧

Sanji, Crocodile and Law

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️ Tsundare Themes, mild Angst in one story and obsession in another. General Drama tho

Crocodile

"Crocodile you can't do that. It is not your place to keep me here and just have me as your house wife" You said offended, angry as Crocodile looked back at you with a amused smirk-

"Ssshh I got you I got you" You whispered softly. Gently rocking your son in your arms, fussy from his feeding and clearly wanting the world to hear about it.

It had been a few months since you'd given birth to your son, Kibo as Crocodile had named him. He was the light of your light and brought you more happiness then you could imagine.

Almost immediately after you'd given birth, Crocodile had taken you to his base having what was equivalent to a luxury pent house apartment set you for you.

And you'd been there since-

He would leave for a while, you assumed to whatever pirates do. But he'd return to you and Kibo always, finding it important to spend time with the two of you.

As you stood there, deep in your thoughts you didn't hear the sound of the door opening. Only falling from your daydream when a large hand hit the small of your back, snapping to see Crocodile peering down at you and the now quieting child.

"Oh hi Crocodile, Didn't exact you back already" You said softly, not wanting to get too loud and wake the baby.

"Of course- Dinner should be done soon as well and sent up. Is the lad alright?" He asked calmly, looking over his sons pink face and twisted pout.

"He's fine, Just fussy. Actually speaking of Kibo, I wanted to talk to you about something" You said rather cheerfully as Crocodile escorting you from the nursery and out to the lounge.

"I want to start working again soon anyway so a Nanny for Kibo may be nee-"

"Work? What Work?" He mused, you raising a brow at his words. His hand leaving your back as he had you take a seat.

"My Job- I have to return to work eventually"

"No you don't and no you're not" He stated calmly, you looking at him confused.

"And do tell, what are you going to do about it my love? Do you know where you are? Or even how you got here? I set everything up so you could never leave me again" He said, and it felt like ice had been injected in your veins. The Sinking feeling of realization hitting you.. this was once of the most dangerous pirates currently living, you we're without a home or income as well-

"So You are either going to stay here, play house with our son. Or I hire someone to watch over him till you come back to your senses and as you know, Im very persuasive~" He said calmly, staring down at you as you held Kibo close to your chest. The realization hitting you like a tsunami- he was going to drag you back here no matter what, When he came to your apartment that day it wasn't to just check on you.. it was the bring you back-

This wasn't love was it?..

This was obsession...

Gazing in his eyes you could see it now- Like he had found a treasure that he never intended to let go or have others risk finding. His Possessions-

Sanji

"Do you understand now mh flower?" He asked you calmly, seeing the way your eyes shifted as you thought through your options and finding non of them satisfying what your thoughts were.

A look of horror stretching over your face and Crocodile chuckled at this- Stepping towards you and kissing your forehead gently the smell of the tobacco making your eyes water a bit, or it was just tears welling.

"Sees like you do Darling" Your skin crawling at the feeling of his kiss as he stepped back and began to leave the room.

"I will return"

He said calmly, leaving you in the room as you heard Kibo start to cry in your arms as you stood there in shock-

This was your prison...

Sanji had been on cloud nine since he had found you and Sunaki. His Darling Girls- The loves of his life!

Law

The Chef of the Strawhats had been staying on your island for well over a month now. The new father wanting to soak in the joy of having his daughter- That and also spending time with you.

You weren't sure what he was trying to do, assuming you had just been a fling for him and nothing more- But you never expected to see the man trying so hard to woo you. Cooking dinners, gifts you knew he couldn't afford, the works.

That evening he invited you onto the ship, cooking you and Sunaki dinner and then helping you when the toddler inevitably got it all over herself.

The two of you sharing in the domestic bliss of bathing the squirming blonde toddler who was more interested in splashing the two of you then getting clean.

"Darling you gotta stop splashing Mommy" You giggled, Sunaki giving a loud squeal. Sanji who had his sleeves rolled up taking a cup of the warm water and carefully rinsing her blonde locks with a chuckle.

"I think that's all we're gonna get done (Y/N) without getting soaked ourselves- I'll grab a towel" He said calmly and went to steal the fluffiest towel on the ship to take the now mostly clean toddler. You grabbing some spare baby clothes Sanji kept for his time with her and a diaper.

Like a well oiled machine both of you worked to get Sunaki dressed, baby powdered, lotion on her face and ready to settle down for the night. Sanji holding her since she settled down faster in his arms-

"Thank you for dinner tonight Sanji"

Sanji smiled, a twinkle in his eyes as he held Sunaki who was hell bent on trying to use Sanji as a jungle gym.

"Of course (Y/N)"

Sanji sat before you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and adoration as he held Sunaki in hid arms. He took a deep breath, gathering his nerves.

"So ive been thinking and Please hear me out (Y/N), but come with me. Join the Strawhats on the Thousand Sunny. I adore you, and I want you and Sunaki by my side, always-."

His words made your face warm and your heart swell at this. You searched his eyes for any hints of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was sincerity. Sunaki seeing the tension between her parents and squealing as she reached a hand up to grab some of her father's hair which she managed to dodge.

"I can't imagine having to wait two years out at sea and leave you and Sunaki behind- but it would be safer if you joined us! I swear it would be great" He insisted as he sat closer to you, Setting your daughter between the two of you.

"B-But Sanji I don't know.. I could be invading your ship and having me and some toddler on a pirate ship could be bad- Besides we aren't even together so they may not be up for-" Sanji stopped you dead in your tracks and kissed you suddently. Your face flushing as red as a tomato as you stared at him wide eyed.

"Then I'd marry you-! Your the only one I'd want to marry anyway! You gave me our daughter afterall!"

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, the weight of Sanji's words sinking deep into your being. To know that you were adored by someone as incredible.

"Really?-" You whisper out. Sanji smiking as he stood up then, Pulling you up to your feet and handing you Sunaki who was babbling randomly and excitedly at the world. Sanji rushing to Nami's room and you hear crashing and the sound of the red head screaming which drew a giggle from you-

Soon Sanji came back, a fresh black eye forming on him as he fell to his knee before you- His eyes no better then hearts at this point as he held out a beautiful gold ring out to you.

"Marry me (Y/N)- Please do me the honor of officially making me the happiest man on earth"

"We are having this talk. Now-" Law said evenly, you sighing heavily at realizing their really wasn't a way out now and didnt think arguing with him while in his little prison was in your best interest.

"Fine..." You said as you patted your hands on your clean scrubs before pushing him away from you to create some space- anxiety building in your chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Why didnt you tell me? You should have told me (Y/N)! I could have helped. Looked out for him- for all you know he"

"I am a medical physician just like you Law- I can watch for signs of the genetic illness just like you and on top of that it's not like your exactly an easy person to get ahold of" you said calmly, clearly taking some of the wind from his sails as he awkwardly stared at you for a moment.

"You're a RN not a doc-" The harsh glare shut him up quickly from saying that mistake and he backpeddled "It's just.. A boy should have his father at least and I would have helped you"

You impatiently crossed your arms over your chest as you waited for Law to figure out what to say.

"In that it may be good for him to come with me its far better fo-"

"Over my Dead Body-" You said sharply, His eyes locking onto yours as he clearly thought of your words. Carefully.

"There isn't a reason for-" You cut him off again with a harsh glare.

"Just because you have regret in not being in our child's life doesn't mean you get the right to take him away from me or push your own agenda onto him and this relationship" You hiss angrily making the Doctor sigh in annoyance.

"Why are you making this so difficult? I wish to be in the child's life in my way and make sure he isn't ill. I care about you as well-"

"Dont. You. Dare! You Gave that up- So don't you DARE act like it's me who is the problem here Law. You never wanted this do you remeber?" You hissed gesturing to yourself, your anger bleeding through which made Law blink at you in surprise.

Marching forward you jabbed your finger to his chest.

"I don't do well with things long term- Those were your exact words to me, we dated for less then a month just so you could get the edge off wothout having to pay for it" His face twisted in something that could only be guilt, seeing the anger in your eyes.

"So why in hell would you think I would tell you or bother to find your ass? Hm?"

Law was silent at this, staring at your face and seeing the rage painted on it.

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"Now release me- This conversation is done. If you want to see our kid then you have to go through the proper channels like every other deadbeat dad" You said still reeling from your anger. Law snapped his fingers and the room disapeared around the two of you- The man taking a step away from you.

"Fine... At least tell me his name (Y/N) and give me the chance. You forced me to he a so called 'deadbeat' by not telling me about him and despite what happened between us it shouldn't affect him" Law reasoned "Don't let your hatred of me deprive him of a father-"

You flinched at his words, rubbing your face as you knew this was on you- your anger making you slightly unreasonable.

"A-Ame.. His name Is Ame... and fine. You get one chance however- if you fuck up you leave us understand?" You clarify and the man gives a soft smile and nods.

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Can we get the strawhats with a reader who's kinda creepy? Like poping up out of nowhere, obsessed with dangerous creatures, blanked faced, macabre interest, stuff like that. I kinda want to see how they react to that. Like, would they get used to it, or is it a jumpscare every time? Would they be used to it and new ppl aren't? I wanna see your interpretation, honestly.

I'm becoming a mortician, and ppl tell me that I have those traits a lot, lol.

lowk describing me in my day to day life lmao

forethoughts: i have returned to my roots and have wrote something about one piece again :D. i'm gonna be quite busy for the next week, so won't upload as much. i'll try and squeeze some in here and there though!

notes: gn!reader

Old Straw Hats (Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji)

The Old Straw Hats have somewhat gotten used to your ‘creepy’ attributes.

One time when Luffy was trying to share a spooky ghost story with the crew at night, you’d barge into his story midway through, appearing behind him and whispering ‘boo’.

Yeah none of the crew slept last night.

Luffy finds you funny though. It’s like a game of tag to him. If he could spot you before you’d scare him, he wins. If you’d make him scream, you’d win some Berry from him.

Zoro in the beginning jumped whenever you’d suddenly approach him and talk to him, but now he’s just used to your sudden appearances and morbid queries about death and everything spooky.

If you’re a boy, Sanji would yell at you and scold you everytime you randomly showed up and asked him if he’s ever cooked with human meat and if he was willing to experiment. If you’re a girl, Sanji would stifle a scream, and then offer to cook you a meal or snack, giving him the chance to keep an eye on you so you would at least stop disappearing and reappearing at the worst possible moments.

You had become Usopp’s bane of existence the moment you joined the Straw Hats. No matter how many times Usopp claims to be the strongest and bravest pirate ever, just one ‘hey’ was enough to send him packing. He eventually got used to you jumpscaring him, but he still shakes in his boots and has to take a minute to recuperate himself before continuing what he was doing before you approached him.

I’d imagine Nami would see you the way she sees Robin, so she does not pay much mind to you. Sometimes she’d even give you Berry to scare the living soul out of the other boys if they got too rowdy. Nami was the only one you’d be comfortable with sitting down and talking to, since everyone else was always screaming at your unannounced and unexpected presence or at each other.

New Straw Hats (Chopper, Robin)

Chopper was freaked out by your presence in the beginning, finding it creepy how you could show up out of nowhere and no one noticed. But over time, he started to see you differently and respected the strange amount of medical knowledge you possessed and how you could probably operate on someone with your eyes closed. Chopper still screams every time you pop up, but he had to admit you two made a good medical team when it came to trying to resuscitate Luffy after the billionth time.

You and Robin complimented each other and were definitely the closest. You two would always scare the living soul out of any Straw Hat member who dared to trifle with you. Robin would always have the answers to your morbid questions and vice versa. You two would spend your time in the library researching the most weird and out of the world topics. Robin shared the same fascination with dangerous creatures, macabre interests, anything you liked she had already studied. All in all, the two of you were an unstoppable morbid duo, and you both knew it. The moment Robin walked on board the Sunny you KNEW you two were going to be pals.

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Possessive Sanji

NSFW 18+

Jealous and possessive Sanji

Sanji watches on in jealousy as you chat with Traflagar Law, who was standing a little too close to you for his liking. Your beauty in his eyes captured the hearts of not just him, but so many men.

His possessiveness and jealousy start to grow as he stands there watching intently, as he tries to make out what the two of you are talking about. Sanji's mind races as he watches closely, his chest grows tight and his heart beats rapidly. His thoughts begin to grow paranoid and obsessive as he thinks of the worst case scenario between you and Traflagar. He can't bear to even imagine any other man getting close to you.

Sanji slowly takes a step forward, he wants to let him know that you're already taken. His mind screams for him to remain cool but his jealousy grows intense and grows paranoid that Law could be making moves on you to steal your heart. He continues to step closer to the both of you, but tries his best to act as casually as possible. He's trying so hard not to look jealous as he keeps his gaze on the two of you talking. Taking another step he starts walking up to you as nonchalantly as possible despite his burning rage. He puts an arm around your shoulder and leans his head to you.

“Y/n do you mind helping me in the kitchen?” he smiles sweetly. He knows he doesn’t actually need your help, he just wants an excuse to drag you away from Law.

You smile back as Sanji puts his arm around you, happy to see your boyfriend’s face. “Sure, what do you need help with?”

His arm wraps ever so slightly more tightly around you. “Oh just some help with the veggies I have to prep for dinner”

He leads you into the kitchen happy that he put himself in the middle of what was once a conversation between you and Law. When you enter the kitchen Sanji shuts the door behind you making sure it’s locked. He has you where he wants you, now he just needs to make sure Law doesn’t come near you ever again…or any man for that matter.

“You seemed quite talkative with Trafalgar” his voice is lower than usual with a slight possessive tone, you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

“It was just small talk, we were just talking about-“

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you” he quickly cut you off.

Law hadn’t made any outright advances, but Sanji sees him as a threat. His possessiveness and jealousy start to grow even more, his words carry a hint of underlying aggression.

“He was checking you out” Sanji says through clenched teeth. “I saw him”

“I didn’t notice, it seemed like he was looking at me the same way he does with everyone” you shrug brushing it off.

His paranoia starts to grow and his rage is starting to boil inside him. He runs his hands down your sides feeling your curves letting his hands settle on your waist. He’s losing it but he’s trying to play it cool. However he’s starting to slip through the cracks as he imagines other men looking at you with romantic intent and flirting with you.

“I mean can you blame him?…You are very pretty” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear as he takes in all the details of your face.

“We were just talking…you know I’m yours right?”

“Yeah I know” he chuckles lightly trying to act like seeing you with law didn’t bother him in the slightest… “but I want to make sure that you know” He’s leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I-I know…”

He knows you’re his but your words don’t seem to satisfy him. “You’re mine” his arms pull you flush against him, his breath hot against your ear. “Say it”

“I’m yours…I’m yours Sanji”

“Good…” he says softly, his lips brushing against your neck. “However I think you need a reminder” he murmurs before he quickly turns you around pushing you against the kitchen counter. He’s insatiable, and as his need for dominance surges, he reaches around with a possessive grip, his hands finding purchase on your heaving breasts as he begins to kiss and nibble the side of your neck.

You press back against him, the heat of his skin on yours causing you to shiver. His grip on you grows firmer, his fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples as he kisses your neck up to your ear. His mouth works at your skin, sending tingles of pleasure down your spine as the intensity of his lust grows.

“Mm, S-Sanji” you whimper, shutting your eyes tightly. Your body responds to the growing intensity of his desire. You can feel each of his sharp breaths against you, his hands grasping and groping your breasts while his fingers tease you. “That’s right” he growls, “Just like that.”

The sensation of his hands upon you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.  With each firm squeeze and possessive caress, you feel yourself surrendering even further to his dominance, willingly offering yourself up to be claimed in every sense of the word.

“You feel that?” he whispers against the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath hitting your bare skin. His hands move down to grip your hips to pull you against him, grinding his twitching length up against your body with all his intense desire and passion.

“I want you to know I’m only this rough with you because you make me crazy” he mutters.

“You make me like this…” His lips continue to move over your neck, nibbling and kissing your skin.

“It’s because of you, that I’m like this…” he exhales, his hot breath making you shiver “Just thinking about you with another man makes me go crazy…”

“S-Sanji~” you whimper softly.

“You are mine…” he grunts, his words laced with possessive desire that betrays how much he is holding himself back “I’m only like this because of you…”

With the passion and heat of his desire mounting higher and higher, his breathing becomes heavier and more intense, his grip tightening on you.

“Can you feel what you do to me…?” he asks through heavy breaths as he rubs his buldge against your ass.

“Look at what you do to me…” his breath is panting and hot as he grinds his hips. You feel the hard pulse of him against you as he leans into your ear and whispers again. “It’s your fault that I do this…”

Your heart rate quickens as you feel his cock throb against you. Every touch and caress from his hands sends shivers up your spine as the intensity of his lust grows. Your body responds on instinct, pushing up as a response to his touch. His presence alone is enough to push you over the edge, and you feel your breath catch in your throat as you let out a soft pleasurable moan.

“You see?” he murmurs, feeling your body respond to his touch as much as you did. “This is how much I want you…” his hands trace their way up and down your body as he pins you from behind against the counter.

“I can’t control myself…” he’s panting now, his breath hot and needy. “Look at what you do…” he whispers “I’m losing it…”

He lets out a soft grunt as he presses himself hard against you from behind, his hands tracing over your curves as his fingers dip lower and lower until you can feel his fingers brushing against your panties. He lets out a low growl when his fingers reach the top your underwear.

“I’m so crazy for you…” he whispers, leaning his head against you as one hand kneads your chest while the other slips under your panties. You try to keep quiet but let out an audible gasp as his fingers brush your bare skin.

“your making me loose it…” His breaths grow heavier, the growls louder. His fingers brush against your sensitive skin, his touch growing more intense as his fingers make their way lower to caress your sensitive bud.

The tension mounts as his hand continues to brush over you, his fingers grazing on your sensitive skin. Your body responds to his touch, the heat between your legs starting to rise as though the heat from his breath alone was enough to ignite your body.

He lets out a low moan as he feels your body respond to his touch. He grits his teeth together, his grunts becoming growls as he continues to rub himself against you while his fingers work confidently rubbing circles over your sensitive area.

“You are mine,” he growls, tightening his grip on you as his hand continues to work its magic.“Mine…” his breath growls out of him, he can barely contain himself. He’s barely holding back.

Every touch from Sanji’s hand sends your body into a frenzy as his fingers rub against you. Your breath grows heavy and your heart rate quickly rises. You let out low, soft pleasured moans as he teases and touches you.

Your body trembles as his fingers rub in calculated movements, the heat of his breath on your skin igniting your nerves and setting your heartbeat to a fever pitch. The heat between your legs grows hotter and hotter as his fingers continue their movements, creating ripples of pleasure throughout you. Your body squirms against his hand, begging for his touch. Your soft moans become louder and more frequent.

“Mm~ Sanji I’m going to~”

His breath grows heavy as he realises what you’re building towards. His fingers continue their work as he pushes his hardness up against you.

“Say it…” he growls, his voice low and rough as he rubs faster and harder. “Say my name…”

“Oh, god…” you gasp, your breath quickening and your body trembling. Your fingers clench at the edge of the counter, as you arch back against him.

“Don’t stop…” you groan, your breath catching in the back of your throat and rising into a louder, more intense moan.

"Say it..." Sanji's harsh whisper burns hot on your neck as he holds you in place. His hand continues to push and rub, pushing you towards the edge. Every touch sends jolts of electrifying pleasure through you as your breath grows heavier and heavier.

“Mmm…” you murmur, your eyes closed tightly. “Sanji…”

Your hands grip tightly as your spine curves against the touch of his hand, pushing you ever so close to the edge. He is working his magic on you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like an unstoppable force.

„Oh, god…” your breath comes out in short gasps as you try your best to contain yourself. “Sanji…” “Oh, Sanji…”

“Say it again…louder” he whispers, adding more pressure in his hand as he continues to work his fingers against you.

“Sanji! Oh, god…” your voice is shaky and broken as you are pushed closer and closer to the edge. Your body arches back against him, your legs twitching beneath you as his fingers work tirelessly at you, pushing you towards the edge.

“Not yet…” he says, his voice sounding rough and husky with desire. “Not until you say who you belong to…”

“Oh, please… don’t stop…” you plead, your breathing growing heavier and heavier as the heat rises throughout your body. His hand slows down slightly, his grip on you still tight as he puts all his force into making sure you remember who is bringing you to this point.

“Who…do you belong to?” he murmurs in a low, rough whisper. Each movement of his fingers sends ripples of sensation throughout your body as your breath grows heavier. Your body begs for more attention, your skin heating as your hips shift as much as they’re allowed to against his hand.

You let out a small whine as he slows down his pace. “S-Sanji, I belong to Sanji…please…” you gasp. “Don’t stop” Your body trembles with every caress, and every kiss, every lick of his tongue on your neck sends shivers through you. His breath growls out of him.

“Good girl…” his fingers speeding up again as he squeezes your breast tightly and pushes you against the counter. Your breath hitches as he pushes harder, his fingers finding a faster rhythm.

“I-i belong to…” your words trail off as your body quakes with pleasure. Your breath grows heavy and your eyes close as you feel the heat pooling between your legs. His grip is firm while his fingers continue to rub circles, squeezing you tightly against him, pushing his chest against your back.

“Oh, Sanji…” your breath becomes ragged as you get closer and closer to reaching your peak. Your body trembles as you start to reach the point of no return, responding to the heat and mounting pressure. Your breathing becomes ragged and your voice breaks as you reach your climax. It’s as if the entire sensation of pleasure is rushing throughout your body all at once, sending you into an explosion of satisfaction.

S-sanji!” you moan, your voice breaking as his grip on you tightens as he pushes you against the counter harder, feeling your body trembling with release on him.

“Oh, god~” you moan with satisfaction, your body writhing and quivering with each wave of pleasure that shoots through you. Your breath catches in your throat as your body quakes against his hand.

“Sanji…”you moan softly, your voice broken as he continues to rub your sensitive bud letting you ride out your pleasure.

“That’s right…you’re mine” he murmurs, his hand slowing its rhythm and applying a softer, gentler touch as your breathing grows softer as your body slows down with the intensity of the pleasure slowly declining. With his body flush against yours you can feel the warm heat of him as he cradles you against him.

“Mine…” he repeats again, a low purr in his voice as he holds you close to him, caressing your curves as he nibbles and kisses the side of your neck lovingly.

“You belong to me…” he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, his breath on your skin feeling hot and heavy. His hands rest on your waist, kneading your soft curves as he holds you close to him.

[turtletaubwrites]

My Needy Girl ~ Part 4

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,707

This is part 4 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You’re starting to question how safe your arrangement with your crewmate is. Zoro really wants to be the world’s greatest ‘swordsman.’ Someone on the crew might have heard you last night. Zoro might be taking it badly.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Mildly Dubious Consent, Reader-Insert, Smut, Flirting, Accidental Exhibitionism, Mention of Masturbation, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Warming, Dom Zoro, Swearing, lil angst, Casual Sex, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Hair-Pulling, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Shameless Smut, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Relationship Discussions, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy, and we love that, but now he needs to figure out what he wants

A/N: Oops, I accidentally wrote way too much again. Some character stuff, more crew interactions, lil angst?, and some build up to future installments. But there is smut at the end, I swear! I hope you enjoy, I'm excited for what's up next! 😊⚔

Somehow you’d managed to stay awake while Zoro slept easily, resting his head on your lap. You would have left on your own, but you couldn’t leave without waking the sleepy swordsman. He carried you, and he would brook no arguments.

All that time sitting there had driven you a bit crazy. Your body was still sore from the mind blowing abuse, the orgasms he’d ripped from you. But your mind was still reeling from your brief discussion of boundaries, followed immediately by the most possessive sex you’d ever had.

That’s just sex. He told you he wanted to stay casual, you agreed you could see other people.

Not that you wanted to. He was right. You couldn’t imagine going to anyone else when he’d be here, waiting to tear you apart like that again. 

This is dangerous.

What if I fall for him? What if he actually is that possessive, and it causes problems? What if I get hurt? What if I have to leave the crew because we can’t keep our shit together?

These fears had kept dancing in your mind, taking turns with your shivering memories of his rough hands on your skin.

You didn’t want to have these worries. You wanted to trust that he was honest with you and himself, and that you both could keep this strictly casual.

You wanted to keep space between you. 

How can I be sure he can keep his own distance? Keep that possessive nature just during sex?

You’d managed to fall asleep at some point, til Nami stuck her head into your room.

“Come on, sleepy head. You’ve gotta get breakfast before Luffy eats everything.”

Groaning, you looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, you only looked half dead. You did what you could quickly, then traipsed to the galley. 

Sitting yourself on the end of the table next to Luffy, you gratefully poured coffee into the mug that was waiting for you. Luffy scooted over to give you room before leaning over the table, and speaking with his mouth full. 

“Hey Zoro, have you been exercising in your room lately? You’ve been extra noisy.”

Nami narrowed her eyes at Zoro while you took a sip of your coffee, pretending you hadn’t heard Luffy’s hilarious question.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve uh, been working on some extra core strengthening exercises lately.”

Usopp chimed in after chugging some tangerine juice.

“Mind not doing them in the middle of the night, green guy? Some of us can’t nap seven times a day like you do.”

You joined the group in laughing, and kept your eyes away from Zoro’s.

Sanji appeared next to you, setting a plate down, the delicious scent making you sigh as your eyes fluttered closed. Having Sanji as the ship’s cook made you feel spoiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I made some cinnamon syrup for your pancakes, I know how much you enjoy it.”

“Oh, um, thank you Sanji.”

His smile deepened, and you looked away from his bright eyes.

Then the whole group went quiet as Sanji sat at the table next to you.

Normally, Sanji didn’t eat until the rest of the crew was finished. He’d never sat beside you during a meal that he'd cooked before. 

He reached across you to grab the coffee pot. The whole length of his thigh pressed against yours while he poured himself a drink. 

“Can I have some cinnamon syrup, Sanji? 

“You already ate 12 pancakes Luffy. I’ll make you cinnamon syrup tomorrow.”

You looked down at your tantalizing breakfast, body tingling from the heat of Sanji's firm leg still pressed against yours. You risked glancing up at Zoro, but he was too busy scowling at Sanji to notice. 

You spent the day cataloging the seeds and dried herbs on the ship. There were a few that you’d had to argue with Sanji about, agreeing to split whatever you found for kitchen use.

Thoughts of the cook this morning made your cheeks flush, and you shook your head. Sanji’s just being Sanji. 

You avoided the kitchen for lunch, enjoying a few snacks and tangerines on deck with Nami.

“Do the boys seem extra obnoxious lately, or is it just me?”

Your eyes widened at Nami’s words. You wanted to tell her everything, but didn’t want to risk her judgement. 

“It’s hard to tell, aren’t they always?”

“I guess.”

Nami picked at her nails before eyeing you again.

“Find any cool plants on the last island?”

Feeling a soft smile hit your lips, you leaned toward her, and shook your head.

“Nope, just picked up some rosemary and chamomile. We’re always running out.”

“Ohh, did you make more of that rosemary hair stuff?”

Chuckling, you nodded. 

“I have enough, I’ll make you some tomorrow. Chopper uses it too.”

“I can tell! He’s like a walking air freshener when he washes all that fur.”

Still giggling with Nami, your laugh got cut short when Zoro came out on deck with rage in his eyes.

“Someone didn’t get their beauty sleep.”

Nami had given a stage whisper, and Zoro scowled at her before starting his training routine. 

You had to go inside, otherwise you would have been drooling on deck while you watched him. 

Your work always had you bouncing between studying with Chopper, and making salves and tinctures in the kitchen. You chose Chopper today. 

“Hi Chopper!”

“Oh, hi, Y/N! What are you working on today?”

“I was going to ask you. Are we stocked up on salves?” I’ve got more aloe for burns if we need it.”

“We’re all set! I’m so glad we have you on board, it really helps me focus on learning more with you helping me make such good supplies!”

You grinned at Chopper, his cute, sweet face had been planted into medical books when you interrupted.

You decided against spending the rest of the day in the kitchen. They can wait on their rosemary oil for another day.

By the time dinner came around, you were feeling more yourself. Until you walked in and saw both Zoro and Sanji look at you. Rushing to your seat, you knocked over your glass while reaching for the carafe of water. Luckily Robin’s many hands caught it. You thanked her, but she just tilted her head at you inquisitively.

There’s no way we can keep this secret for long. 

You fought again not to glance at Zoro, afraid that one look would make everyone see what you’d been doing together. 

Sanji appeared next to you again, and you startled.

“Apologies, beautiful. I was just checking that what you have is enough to satisfy you. If not, I’m sure I can provide something more to your liking.”

It sounded like normal Sanji banter, but your pulse raced when you met his eyes. They’d dilated a bit, making them dark, and you realized you hadn’t responded.

Sanji winked at you, and now you were sure he seemed a little more forward than even he normally was. Nami interrupted, saving you from your stunned silence.

“Ew, gross, Sanji. Quit making Y/N uncomfortable, and go bring us dessert”

Sanji kept his smirking eyes on yours for another moment before bowing, and excusing himself to the pantry.

You flicked your eyes toward Zoro, and caught him staring after Sanji like he was about to pull out his swords in the kitchen.

You made a face at your tea, and Luffy poked you with a stretched finger on the forehead.

“You okay, Y/N? Your face has been red a lot lately. Do you have a fever?”

You held in a laugh as Usopp scooched away from your potential illness, while Robin sent hands across the table to touch your forehead.

“Y/N’s fine, you boys just need to stop bothering her. Nami, why don’t you raise their interest if they don’t?”

You laughed at their outrage while Nami grinned at you. 

Glancing at Zoro, you saw that his jaw was still clenched as he watched for Sanji’s return. 

As the group stretched, some yawning and heading to bed, Sanji cleared his throat behind you. 

“Y/N, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind helping me. I’d like to stock up on some infused oils so I don’t have to make them daily. Would you give me the honor of assisting me?”

You felt Robins calculating eyes, and Zoro’s penetrating gaze, but couldn’t think of a reason why you shouldn’t help out.

Sanji beamed when you agreed, and you busied yourself grabbing the tools, avoiding everyone’s eye contact as they left.

Zoro seemed to be acting possessive, but you couldn’t tell if it was just his general dislike of the cook, or if he would be this possessive around anyone you get close to. Or if he would want more from you.

You didn’t like the thought of testing it out. 

I need to stop this now if he can’t handle being casual. I can’t risk that.

Sanji’s warm presence beside you was so calming. You worked together, talking softly, laughing at jokes, and grinning at his praise. He’d always been too much, and the way he hits on every woman in sight made your eyes roll. But he really is good company.

Finishing up, you carefully labeled each bottle with the date and ingredients while he started on the clean up. You joined him at the counter to dry the dishes, shivering when his fingers would touch yours for too long.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. Can I make you some tea?”

You returned to the table, watching him work after you agreed.

Sanji sat across from you, and the air seemed hot, not just from the steam of the tea. 

“Y/N, I need to be honest with you.”

“About what, Sanji?”

He pulled back, looking ashamed.

“I, um. I heard your conversation here last night.”

Your mouth fell open as you remembered. Trying to get Zoro to talk about boundaries. Zoro rubbing your hand along his cock before dragging you out of your seat to go fuck in his quarters.

“Wh-Why did you listen?”

You felt very still, not sure what emotion to feel.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was coming back to prep for the morning meal. I should have interrupted or left. But I heard, and I had to make sure you were okay. I didn’t like the way he spoke to you.”

You watched the muscles in Sanji’s jaw clench.

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

Sanji’s eyes went wide, leaning forward.

“I would never, Y/N! But I will kill him if he hurts you.”

You stared, realizing that he was completely serious.

“Thank you, he’s not hurting me, Sanji. We just have an arrangement.”

Sanji scoffed, and you raised your brows.

“I’m sure that Mosshead is perfectly happy with his arrangement. Happy to take and take.”

Sanji set his hand on the table next to yours, a few fingers trailing along the edges of yours. Chills ran up your body as you looked back into his darkened eyes.

“You deserve someone who will give and give to you. Someone who values your pleasure more than their own.”

“How would you- You listened to that too, didn’t you?”

He pulled his hand back, and ran it through his hair. He sat back from you, lighting a cigarette. I’m actually starting to enjoy that smell. Fuck.

“I know, it was wrong. But he was so rough with you in the kitchen. I was worried he would hurt you too much.”

Your breathing got heavy at the thought of Sanji listening in while Zoro fucked you into oblivion. Of him listening to your muffled moans and screams, hearing you beg for Zoro’s cock. 

You met Sanji’s eyes again, feeling heat pooling between your legs. His eyes were trained on your parted lips, your breathing hot. Your brain seemed to shut off as other parts of you took the wheel.

“Did you touch yourself while you listened to me?”

“N-No, Y/N, I...”

His eyes looked panicked, and you watched his tongue push forward slightly to wet his lips.

“Please don’t lie.”

Your words came out strained, and Sanji glanced at your breasts as they heaved with your breathing.

“I-I’m sorry. It was so wrong. I just… the sounds you made…”

Your eyes flew back in your head, a small moan escaped your lips. You felt the table shift, as if Sanji had thrust toward you at your sound. 

His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth hanging open, but he pulled himself together.

“Let me show you, beautiful. Let me give you what you need. Let me take care of you.”

Sanji’s pleading made your skin hot, and you felt wetness seeping through your clothes at the thought of him taking you right now on the kitchen table. 

But you managed to keep your head enough, trying to keep a fucking handle on something. 

“I-I can’t. Not yet.”

Sanji stared, waiting. The word ‘yet’ seemed to hook him.

“I made an arrangement. I have to make sure that’s okay first. Then we can talk.”

You traced one finger along his hand, pulling it away before you pulled him toward you. 

Sanji looked like part of him wanted to be angry when you mentioned the arrangement, but the rest of him seemed to be practically drooling.

I wonder if he’ll listen in again.

That thought sent you shivering as you went to find the swordsman.

You didn’t have to go far.

Zoro was waiting for you in the hall. Your breath felt trapped in your throat at his expression. He nodded toward his quarters and you started moving, his body radiating heat behind you. 

When you made it inside, he closed the door quietly, then shoved you against the wall. 

“Zoro, I- Zoro!”

You cried out as Zoro shoved his hand down the front of your pants, fingers slipping into your folds from how wet Sanji’s confession had made you. 

Zoro pulled his fingers from you, and you slumped against the wall as he shoved them into his mouth. 

“Zoro…”

“It’s all good, Needy. Go fuck the cook if you want to. I know he won’t be enough for your tasty, needy little cunt.”

You moaned, but tried to pull yourself together. Your voice came out high and breathy.

“I don’t want what we’re doing together to cause issues. Tell me if you’re not okay with this.”

“I’m okay, Needy. You can fuck everyone on the ship if you want. I know who you’ll be begging for.”

You moaned again as Zoro started trailing his hand down your stomach, crawling back down to your center.

“But Zoro, why? Why are you claiming me? We shouldn’t be doing this if it’s already causing prob- unf…”

Zoro had shoved two fingers inside of you, and was curling them right against that needy spot. 

“You want me to stop, Y/N? You want me to stop giving you what you need?”

His fingers went faster, and you were panting, hanging onto the wall. 

“Tell me you want me to stop making you feel good.”

You moaned, your body so close to the brink already.

“Well, what do you need me to do?”

“D-Don’t stop, Zoro, pleease.”

Your desperate whine made him groan, thrusting against your thigh while his fingers kept going.

With his free hand he dug through his pocket, and shoved a condom at you, before pulling himself out of his pants.

“Put this on my dick now, before I take you without it.”

He groaned again at the feeling of your pussy clenching his fingers at that threat. 

“You’d fucking like that wouldn’t you?”

You scrambled to open the wrapper, crying out as you touched him, smoothing the condom down his length. 

Gasping as Zoro withdrew his fingers from you, you whined pathetically, begging for him. 

“There she is. My Needy girl. Come here.”

Zoro tore your pants off, then sat with you straddling him on his chair. 

He made you lift up, gasping as you hovered over him. Smirking, he pulled your panties aside, and forced you to slam onto his swollen cock. 

You felt tears stinging your eyes as you fought your scream. 

“So good at staying quiet, huh, Y/N. Just a hungry little kitten, crying for some attention.”

You were lost, the feeling of his long cock hilted within you, but not moving, was making you feel feral. You tried to move your hips, to fuck him, but Zoro laughed and held your hips in place. 

“Nuh uh. You’ve gotta earn it now. Just sit still, and keep my cock warm, Needy.”

You slumped against his shoulder, twitching with every slight movement. He was so long and it almost hurt, but you knew if he just moved a little it would take you there. You continued struggling for friction, but he just gripped you in place and chuckled at your distress.

“Wh-What do you want Zo-Zoro?”

Digging your nails into his arms to stay steady, you watched his smug face. 

“I just want you to remember how it feels to have my cock inside you. I want you to think about it, all day everyday.”

You couldn’t help your whimpers as he leaned forward to breathe the next words along your neck.

“I want you to crave my cock, even when he’s fucking you. I want you to remember that no one can fuck you like I can. The cook will just warm you up for me.”

He laughed then, and bit your ear.

“Maybe I should thank him. He’ll get you ready for me. All warmed up, your hungry cunt dripping wet, so I can fuck you even harder than I have been. How does that sound, Needy?”

Zoro had thrust up into you to emphasize your nickname, and you were a desperate mess. 

All you could do was drag your drooling lips along his neck and shoulder, scratching uselessly at his arms while you begged, practically sobbing.

“Please, Zoro. Yes please, fuck. I need you, pleeease.”

His hand gripped into your hair, and you stopped breathing as he stared down at you. 

“That’s right, Y/N. I’m the one who can give you what you need.”

If you’d known how to respond, you couldn’t. Zoro used the fingers in your hair, and the hand at your waist as leverage to start shoving you onto his cock, over and over. You came so quickly, and he growled, invading your mouth with his tongue. Tears kept streaming down your face as he kept thrusting up into you through your orgasm. His rough hands and mouth kept you trapped on his cock, his tongue muffling your screams.

He pulled away from your lips, leaving you gasping. 

“Tell me you need my cock, baby.”

You moaned for him, your body almost taking you there again for him. 

“Finger yourself, and tell me how much you need my fucking dick.”

The demand in his words made your eyes roll back. You reached for your clit, slippery with your overwhelming pleasure. 

“I love your cock Zoro. I-I need to feel your cock in me everyday, it’s so fucking good!”

Zoro groaned, his eyes clamping shut as his thrusts slowed, erratic. You could feel him start to pulse inside you, it sent you screaming while you came again. Zoro managed to cover your mouth with a hand while he fucked into you through his own orgasm and yours, until he collapsed against the back of the chair, your body slumped onto his. 

Thoughts were out of reach as you convulsed in his arms. 

Then you gasped as his warm palm started smoothing along your spine, then rubbed in gentle circles. 

He kept twitching inside you, and you kept clenching around him, so he stood with a grunt, lifting you and settling you into his hammock. He cleaned himself up while you closed your eyes, still not back to reality. 

Then Zoro was leaning toward you, running a hand lightly along your arms. 

“I’m sorry I keep interrupting you when you want to talk.”

You choked out a laugh, and had to clear your throat a few times before replying.

“I have enjoyed the interruptions.”

His satisfied smirk made you grin. 

“But we’ve got to be clear on this. As much as I love what you’re doing to me-”

Zoro bit his lip, eyes filling with heat again.

“-we can’t keep this up if it’s going to affect how we act as part of the crew.”

He furrowed his brows, taking a breath. You pushed through, trying to say everything before he distracted you again. 

“I don’t think starting a romantic relationship would be smart. It could end very badly for everyone. I think a casual arrangement to fulfill our needs could be perfect, but only if we don’t let our feelings get in the way.”

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“You just want to fuck the cook.”

You choked again, wanting to laugh, but not sure if he was joking or not. 

“I want us to be very clear about what is and isn’t okay. What do we do if one of us wants to fuck someone else, or starts falling for someone else? How do we handle that, talk about it? What  if one of us starts feeling serious about each other?”

Your face felt hot, but you kept going. 

“I can’t risk losing my place on this crew. Even if it means I don’t get to enjoy our time together again. I need you to seriously think about what you want and need, and what your boundaries are.”

Zoro looked serious, almost sad.

"Zoro, I want to know if how you treat me when we, uh- I need to know how you feel about me, and us right now. Before we get in too deep."

Struggling to get yourself off the hammock, his rough hands helped you steady yourself. 

You pulled your pants on, still wobbling a bit, before you placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. 

“Let me know when you figure it out. I can wait.”

You left Zoro’s quarters, and didn’t look for eavesdroppers as you snuck to your room. 

Thank you for reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 5

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

[milkzoro]

don’t wanna miss you cry

warnings/tag : MDNI, smut with plot, pussy eating, foreshadowing, missionary, brainwashing, manifesting, possession, idk how to tag this tbh T_T

summary: fic heavily inspired by song the first punch - ptv // “and it’s good enough to make me wanna fall in love… why can’t we just be friends”

☆彡

~

you’ve found yourself on a spring island, the weather is perfect and the greenery is so beautiful. you walk up to the cute island market picking up and examining the fruit they have for sale. you gathered a few making your woven basket heavier in your arms. “excuse me, miss! excuse me! you’re a such beautiful lady. the kind of beauty that makes my heart skip a beat! do you have some time for me? i want to have a chat with you~” you turn your head to look at the cute blond. you thought his words were some type of trickery for a scam but you decided to hear him out. “hm yea. i have some time.” you coo. retracting your hands from the fruits before you.

sanji’s heart stopped for a moment, his ears going warm and pink. he didn't think you would actually entertain him. but he keeps his demeanor calm and relaxed. he smiles and puts his hand over his heart, then bows before you to introduce himself.

“pretty miss, my name is sanji.. the cook for the strawhat pirates. what a rarity to meet such a gem like you. so, what's your name?”

skeptical of his intentions, you hesitated with your answer. unsure whether to tell him your real name or not. something about him though, maybe you would give him your real name. he was kind of endearing. “my names y/n. it’s nice to meet you.. s-sanji?” you reach to shake his hand.

he takes your hand and kisses it softly...
“y/n-san~” he looks at your hand then back up at you... “you have such beautiful hands... may i ask for more of you?” his lips curl up into a cute little smirk as he comes closer to you.

such a gentleman? you thought. you haven’t had someone approach you like this like… ever. though, it did feel nice having the attention of such an attractive looking guy. “more of me huh?” you giggle. “what? you wanna take me back to your place sanji-kun?” you were amused with yourself. you were never this bold, but something switched within you, maybe it was him.

“y/n-san...” he moves a little closer towards you. “i think we should be alone...” he gives you a sinful smile, and as you look into his eyes, you feel your breath being stripped away... “may i take you somewhere where we can be alone?”

you feel you heart pounding as he moved close to you. his smile was so inviting and his voice so gentle... he was doing something to you, never would you have imagined that fruit shopping would lead to maybe considering going home with some cook. the way he looked at you made your mind run like wild.

“yn-san...” he moves even closer towards you, cold fingers lift to touch your burning cheeks. “won’t you come with me mademoiselle? i’ll take good care of you~”

~

the blond was faced between the softeness of your thighs. eating and licking up your folds like it was his life’s only mission. slurping noises poured from him as he suckles on you a bit harder. he takes hold of your thighs as he feels you struggling to fuck yourself on his face.

“stay still mellorine” he pinches your skin. he want you to really feel him.

you whine for him trying to focus your breaths. the tingling in your clit intensifies as he pecks at it ever so softly. “haah- sanji mm close~” you take a full grip of his soft locks of hair, tugging him just hard enough. he groans, sending deep vibrations to your core. taking a firmer grip on him, you pull to control where his tongue is. he winces at how tender his scalp feels, he would never complain though. he is in a state of bliss.

he can feel the tremors within your cunt. wanting to get you there, he takes two of his fingers and fucks them slowly against your g spot. his fingers scissor and piston themselves in and out of you while still toying with your clit in his lips. “you taste so sweet y/n-san~. squirt on my face baby.” his voice is trembling, eyes black with lust. “i crave you~” watching your eyes squint and tear up while your whining his name has his cock wet and jumping. his hips roll into the mattress trying to get some sort of relief. he had so much energy for you but you were unaware of what was to come.

~

it’s been a little bit since you’ve seen your cute blond toy. he is so intoxicating but you had to make sure to tell him that this was just a fun little thing, just hookups. sanji definitely knew how to take care of you, his dick game was strong, and his aftercare? otherworldly. but you can’t help shake the feeling that he may be just a little bit psychotic.

“sanji? are you telling people that i’m your girlfriend?” you’ve heard from his crewmate zoro that he’s been blabbering all round the island saying how the two of you were made for each other, or something like that.

“yeah... yeah i am.” he confesses. “we are an amazing pairing, and the world needs to know about it.” he smirks to himself, he looks so proud.

“why? don’t you want others to know you are my girlfriend?”

you sigh deeply to yourself, taking your head in your hands. “no sanji, i told you this. we are just fucking. remember?” sanji has no idea what you’re talking about. every time he sees you it’s just angelic harps bombarding his inner monologue.

maybe he does recall what you’ve said. well, you can't deny y/n-san. all our nights together, seeing you clench around me so perfectly~ hearing your filthy moans, it’s all proof that we really are made for each other~ so, i am going to make you my girlfriend. he thinks to himself but lies straight through his teeth when he tells you he’s sorry and won’t ever do it again. you accept his apology.

“okay good!” you were so relieved he didn’t make it such a big deal. “so i’ll see you tonight then?” you giggle as you reach to join your arms with his. his heart pounded rapidly as he tried to contain himself while having you in his arms.

he agreed with you and kissed you goodbye.

-

things were starting to feel different though, you had the feeling of eyes on you the rest of the day as you were out shopping. you had to stop yourself from frequently looking over your shoulder in hopes to stop making you feel… insane. nothing a little lunch couldn’t fix. sanji would usually make whatever you craved but you had to stop him. he was making things ‘too much’. things were starting to feel a bit too much like a relationship for your liking. nothing could ever compare to his cooking but it needed to be this way. hearing him sing your name as he platted everything you enjoyed out in front of you, it made you feel guilty. never having been cared for like this made you feel strange, undeserving almost. you didn’t know why but you just regressed those feeling back like always. things shortly came to an end with his services, you were avoiding him for anything that wasn’t just sex.

the island has a seafood bar, it wasn’t much but if the locals loved it, who were you to say anything. you walk to an available table with your plate of foods and take a seat.

a man sits down with his own plate beside you. he watches your movements intently, but does not engage. he notices you’re not from here and must be visiting. still, his unharmed eye remains open as he looks you over. he seems to be judging you.

“oh, i’m sorry. i can’t move.” you hurry to scramble your loose napkins and silverware together and rush to get up.

he shakes his head, clearly amused by the way you are reacting to him. "no, that isn't necessary. stay here," he says, his voice is commanding and stern, but oh so smooth. "what’s your name?”

“it’s y/n.” an eerie feeling made your answers short. you felt like you were engaging with something that you shouldn’t.

“y/n, a lovely name.” he turns his attention back to the view of the sea, tides are low right now. his gaze falls to your attire and he seems to be taking notes. the man was looking back at you, his eye narrowing slightly. “you’re not from here.”

“ahahaha you can tell~” an awkward laugh falls from your lips as you try to look for an excuse to leave. “i’m really sorry sir but i should get goin-“

he interrupts you. “not to worry. you just remind me of my wife, shakky is her name.” his eyes were closed as if he was reminiscing. old people are strange, you’ve got to get back and get ready for sanji♡ you’re feeling a bit guilty now that you think if it, still unsure of why you are feeling this way.

“heh yeaaa that’s sweet. uhm, it was nice meeting you sir.” you run off.

~

sanji can sense you’re uneasy feeling and it’s making him feel that much more in control. his dick is jumping in his pants as he thinks of you even trying to escape. his precious wife. he would do anything to keep you coming around. sanji would do countless amounts of research on the power of manifestation. he would set his intentions. ‘yn-san is obsessed with me and never wants to leave me.’ he closes his eyes and repeats his mantra over and over again. he would visualize his whole life with you being the central focus, ‘y/n is a god.’ he would believe one hundred percent that this was his reality. sanji would also try to your raise your vibration. whether that be through his innocent praises, “yn-san you’re doing so good today. i’m so proud of you.” or through a more literal way, like sending subliminal vibrations through your cunt while he eats you out. so far his manifestations were working, he knew you couldn’t stay away for long. you were his.

-

while you’re getting ready you notice the pile of letters that have accumulated from sanji these past couple weeks. you don’t know why you keep doing this. why you keep coming back to him but you just do. all of his letters are still unopened, just to ensure no feelings were being caught. you wanted to open them so bad but you knew you needed some self control.

you sighed as you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. satisfied with your efforts, you made your way over to his ship. luckily sanji had told you that his crew would be gone for the night so there would be no interruptions. he must have something planned.

sanji had spent most of the day trying to keep his composure, tonight would be the night. such a special night for the both of you. he was so giddy he couldn’t wait to see his girl. he finally had the perfect set up for you. the flowers and lighting were perfect, and he had his special candles carefully placed all around his room. as he heard the sound of your footsteps, he smiled.

“hi, my love” he kisses your lips ever so softy. your eyes fluttered at the sensation. “i’ve prepared something special for us tonight.” he gently kisses your hand. “are you ready.” his devilish smile returning to his face. you were nervous as he pulled your hand leading you to his room, but we’re relieved once you saw what was before you. thank god it wasn’t another romantic dinner before fucking, you thought. the candles were a little bit creepy but his efforts to make the vibe right were sweet.

~

“look into my eyes, who’s fuckin you this good baby, tell me” his words were hypnotizing you. his manifestations were coming to life. “fuck ha- haah- it’s you sanji only you could fuck me this good~” his words send waves of pleasure through your whole nervous system. pornographic moans dripping from your face.

“can i cum in you baby?” you don’t know why you agreed but something was telling you too. “fuck yes sanji fill me up please d-don’t pull out.” your legs were wrapped around him pulling him deeper, the vulgarities coming from him were like a spell to you. “want it that bad baby? tell me, say you want it.” his thrusts are fast but they feel so fucking good. he is wiiideee, stretching you in the best way. “sanji please i want it mmng~ i wanna feel y-you spilling from me.” hearing you say this drove him to his peak. he’s finally done it, he has you. this will be a night he won’t forget, his dreams are coming true.

he doesn’t want to forget the look on your face as tears fall down your face and you beg for him to fill you up. “it’s okay baby” he kisses you. “say i’m yours and you can have whatever you want♡” he has you gripping the sheets. you’re sooo close for him. so frustrated that you want to give in to his requests. hooking up with him again and again might have been a mistake but you can’t help but feel addicted. he has possession of you now, he doesn’t know when to stop and you don’t think he ever will with you. he must think this is a game, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. the way his cock softy moved in and out of your cunt had you in a daze. it made you feel as if nothing bad would ever happen as long as you were with him. fuck, maybe you were in love with him.

“taking me so good angel, you close huh? i can feel you trembling~” his veiny hands come to hold your cheek, he looks deep into your eyes. “cum with me angel” his hips were pounding against yours, with so much power and desire, you feel yourself starting to push past the edge. tears are dripping from your eyes as you squeeze tightly around him. you take firm hold of his shoulders and back muscles trying feel grounded, you’re shaking involuntarily. “s-sanji!!!!” you scream.

“baby wait - shiiit haah” his breaths are uneven as he is also approaching his orgasm. he is destroying you. it’s so intoxicating. he doesn’t stop, locking into you with a final pump and a squeeze from you, he fills you up. cock letting out so much fucking cum, he’s everywhere and so are you. your soul has ascended from your body and is now in a new, bright world. it’s like you could see your life flash before your eyes. you see him. you are scared but no words come out regarding your concerns, you are brainwashed. sanji is the only man for you, no one else could ever live up to him.

you snap back to being in your body as you feel your post orgasm pleasure run you over like a truck. you’re whimpering around his soft, empty cock. you need him again and always, you roll to fall into his arms as he separates from you. tears continue falling from your eyes, “don’t worry my love, i’ll always take good care of you.” he smirks and lifts a cigarette up to his mouth as the two of you lay together in his massacred bed.

~

a/n: sanji is him

omg & pls tell me ur thoughts cuz i lowkey struggled writing this one!! but i’m so happy it’s finished and i actually luv it :)

love you <3

[bidisastersanji]

In this episode of I can’t do anything without thinking of ZoSan please go listen to “Lay all your love on me” by ABBA and imagine it from Sanji’s perspective I swear. Maybe someday it can be a fic featuring:

Sanji struggling with his feelings of jealousy when women keep accosting and flirting with Zoro

He thinks he’s jealous because he wants the women to be flirting with him but as time passes he realizes he’s being possessive of the stupid marimo and his head is so far up his own ass he doesn’t clock that Zoro has never shown interest in a woman ever

What drives him even more nuts is that this means he feels some resentment towards WOMEN and that’s a big no no these feelings are wrong and bad and should be buried because he’s a gentleman and women can do no wrong and he would never think bad thoughts about a woman his only vice is smoking after all

But now it isn’t true - and he comes to turn with these new feelings- feelings of attraction towards a man, which he hasn’t had before, and it’s just completely overturning his self perception- so he’s bisexual apparently???

At every party his possessive jealousy gets progressively worse, he begs higher powers that zoro notices him, not the women flirting with him, nor the men that he sometimes sees the marimo walk off with into the night

He yearns, he yearns so much for the swordsman’s love, daydreaming about his touch, his voice- the way he calls him by stupid nicknames- completely distracted as he cooks by himself. He wants it all, he wants it so much it hurts but there’s no way Zoro would want him.

When he looks back on it, it’s truly unfair how easily the swordsman made him fall for him- a little talk and a smile and his insides were turning to mush - it’s embarrassing, really, how he as an adult man fell so easily, like shooting a sitting duck

After Thriller Bark it gets worse- sometimes he feels a sharp flash of fear run up his spine, a faint echo of the abject horror he felt when he found the bloodied swordsman on deaths door, and he, panicked and against all logic, needs to find him and make sure he’s ok, needs to have him near. Zoro looks at him quizzically as his excuses when he does find him get weirder and weirder

Back when he was at the Baratie, he’d had a few little love affairs- and Zeff would always scoff at him when he claimed he had found the one and gush about whatever woman had decided to string him along that week, chastising him about the ease at which he gave his affections away- he’d told him repeatedly that it wasn’t love- that he’d know love when it really hit him

And oh god had it hit him now. Pining from Momoiro island does nothing for his poor little heart and his mind goes crazy over not knowing where his nakama are and what they’re doing and he’s definitely not worried about the marimo possibly being off on some island with a better, stronger, more beautiful man than him

Iva and the candies notice him moping and decide to coach him to get his man

Sanji’s mindset is completely different two years later - he’s determined to get ALL of Zoro’s attention, his love, his devotion, and he’s not afraid of using every weapon the Candies of Kamabakka taught him

[nina-ya]

Paper Rings

Pairing: Sanji x Reader CW: None, just fluff. WC: 1.5k

A/N: Important things to note for this: Pink is the song lyrics Italics is the present. Regular text is the past. This is written with the song Paper Rings by Taylor Swift in mind.

The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet. Now I've read all of the books beside your bed.

It’s late at night and you are flipping through one of Sanji's cookbooks, the room dimly illuminated by the lamp beside your bed. Your thoughts wander as a cherished memory of the night that you met Sanji plays through your mind. You had been on your way home, the streets lit by the moon,  when you rounded a corner and collided with a blonde man sporting curly eyebrows. He’d seemed distressed and was in a rush, but as he looked into your eyes, there was a glimmer of hope. "Oh, I'm so sorry, mademoiselle," he'd apologized profusely, his voice carrying a trace of optimism. "I would never intentionally bump into someone as beautiful as yourself." You dismiss the action, quickly accepting his apology when you noticed he had an exotic blue and white plant in his hand. "Do you live around here? Do you know what kind of plant this is?" he asked. "My dumb friends ingested these and are acting completely loopy." He sighed with frustration.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "I know that plant," you'd said, still amused. "It's a potent hallucinogen. No wonder your friends are acting all loopy."

Sanji groaned in frustration at the revelation, his shoulders slumping. However, your offer to help shorten the effects lit up his face with gratitude.

"You do?! Really?" He'd sighed in relief. "You can't imagine how relieved I am to hear that. Thank you so much. How about I take you to them now?"

Sanji extended his hand to you, a bold move that you found irresistibly charming. You accepted it, your fingers intertwining with his, as he led you to where his friends awaited.

Later that day, once you were back in your own space, you sifted through every newspaper you possessed, hoping to find even a glimpse of the enigmatic cook from the Straw Hat Pirates who had captivated you that fateful night.

With the memory lingering like a sweet dream, you close the cookbook in your hands, placing it gently on the stack of cookbooks on Sanji's bedside table. Each of those books bore colorful tags, bookmarking the pages of recipes you hoped Sanji would make for you. Feeling content, you turn off the lamp and snuggle up against him, his warmth comforting you as you drift into a peaceful sleep. 

The wine is cold, Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street, Cat and mouse for a month or two or three, Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.

From the moment you bumped into each other, there was an undeniable spark between you. You tried to brush it off at first, but you couldn't deny that each second with him was filled with tantalizing moments that left your heart racing.

You'd often meet in the most unexpected places, exchanging witty banters and sly smiles. One day you'd find a charming note served with your food, a playful message filled with riddles only you can unravel. The next he shows up next to you, handing you your favorite drink with a wink.

You often would try to one-up one another, each trying to outdo the other with clever surprises and flirty gestures. A bouquet of flowers appeared on your pillow, and you would respond with an exotic fruit that he has been dreaming of trying. The chase was thrilling, and the tension undeniable. Sometimes your conversation would turn serious, and you'd share your dreams, fear and your past. These moments of vulnerability only deepened the connection between you two. You guys would revel in your childhood memories, share your hidden desires, making every conversation feel like a meaningful step toward something greater. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, this little game continued. You knew you were falling in love, but the excitement of the chase and the sweetness of the words left unspoken only added to the magic.

You wake up from your slumber, a smile gracing your lips at the fond memories that your mind replayed. You reach over and gently brush a piece of hair out of his face, watching his serene expression as he sleeps. Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

Your gaze shifts to his lips, eyes lingering as you note the parting of his lips, the rhythm of his breaths like a soothing melody. You smile softly as you notice the drool that had escaped his lips and settled onto the pillow below him. It’s a sight that fills you with warmth and nostalgia, prompting you to reminisce about that unforgettable first kiss you both shared.

The tension between you two had become palpable. It was a warm evening on the Sunny, and the sun was dipping over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the ship’s deck. 

The night held a sense of promise, and it was clear that something was about to change between you and the cook. You found yourselves leaning against the ship’s rail, the salty breeze tugging at your hair and clothes. You had assisted Sanji in preparing a delicious dinner for the crew, sharing longing glances and laughter amongst the sizzling pans and aromatic spices that filled the air. The crew had enjoyed the fruits of your labor and began to disperse, leaving the two of you alone on the deck, the gentle lapping of the waves the only background noise. Sanji extended his hand, and you placed yours in his, fingers intertwining. There was an unspoken understanding between you two. He leaned in slowly, capturing your lips with a tenderness that surprised you both. His kiss was like a promise of all the unspoken words, a promise that was intoxicating. It was a moment of longing and patience, of waiting for something incredible.

As your lips parted, he kissed you again, a little deeper this time, as if to reassure you that the connection between you was real and profound. You felt the warmth of his affection in every touch and the depth of his feelings in the soft sigh that escaped your lips.

And just when you thought your heart might burst from the sheer intensity of the moment, he kissed you a third time. It was a kiss that declared his devotion and sealed the unspoken promise of your future together. I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this. Uh huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want.

You shift in bed, your eyes drawn to the jar of paper rings lovingly collected over the course of several months. These seemingly simple but deeply meaningful tokens held a special place in your heart, each representing cherished moments and declarations of love. With a smile, you reflect on the unique memory tied to every single one of those paper rings.

Sanji had many charming habits, one of which that he had recently developed was the practice of crafting paper rings. Every time he stumbled upon a stray piece of paper or a napkin, he couldn't resist the urge to fold it into an intricate ring and present it to you. 

These paper rings weren't just a whimsical hobby; they were his way of proposing, of showing his affection without the formality of a diamond ring or a grand gesture. The first time he'd presented you with a paper ring was on a starry night while the crew was celebrating on the deck. He'd taken a napkin, expertly folding it into a ring, and slipped it onto your finger with a grin.

"Mon amour," he said, looking into your eyes, "I know it's just paper, but one day I'll replace it with a proper ring. Until then, consider this a promise."

As the days turned into weeks and then months, he couldn't resist the urge to make more paper rings. You'd find them in your pocket, on your pillow, even in your morning coffee mug. They were simple, yet they held a deeper meaning—one that you cherished. The crew members aboard the Thousand Sunny grew accustomed to the sweet tradition. They'd watch with knowing smiles as Sanji would take a piece of paper and begin his craft. He'd tease you about how you were collecting more paper rings than he had eyebrows, and you'd simply laugh, knowing that each one was a testament to his love.

You're the one I want. In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams. Oh, you're the one I want.

For the time being, you treasure your assortment of paper rings, patiently waiting for the day when Sanji surprises you with a genuine ring. Unbeknownst to you, a dazzling, shimmering ring resides hidden in his suit pocket, awaiting the perfect moment to make its appearance.

[pholla-jm]

Jealousy Fits You

IMAGINE: JEALOUSY FITS YOU ~ ZORO X READER GENRE: FLUFF (MAYBE A BIT SUGGESTIVE) WARNINGS: SLIGHT CURSING? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zoro wasn’t really of the jealous type. He had complete trust in you. Whenever he saw a guy hitting on you, he had complete confidence that you would turn him down. And Zoro was completely right. The amount of trust that Zoro has in you is a green flag. Honestly, you kind of wished that you got some sort of reaction when someone flirted with you. Showed a little possessiveness.

So, you hatched a little plan… if the opportunity arrived. You told yourself that the next person flirted with you, you wouldn’t tell him to back off. Well, except for Sanji. You never take what he says seriously anyway.

At the moment, it was proven hard. With Zoro’s arm thrown around your shoulder as he gulped down his sake was enough to steer away any man that dared to lay their eyes on you. You were about to give up and walk around the town to hopefully cure your disappointment. Just as you were about to get up, a man was brave enough to talk to you.

“Hey there.”

Your lips upturned, excited that your plan was finally going to be put into action. “Hey.”

“I gotta say, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.”

Upon hearing those words, Zoro’s gaze flickered to the man that was talking to you. He eyed him up and down, not really deeming him as a threat. So he went right back to drinking. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by you. It irked you that he had no reaction. It was a green light for you to continue.

With a bright smile on your face, you thanked him. “Thank you!”

When you responded back to the man, that’s when Zoro starts to listen. It didn’t look like it though. To any outsider, it looked like Zoro was drowning in his alcohol, completely oblivious to what was happening next to him. It was the complete opposite though. He was only taking sips of sake, eyes casted downwards as he listened to what was being said.

The two of you chatted like two long lost friends. Zoro listened to the conversation the whole time. A little aggravated with some of the things that he said. The man was quite bold to being saying some of these things to you, especially since Zoro was right there.

You were too engaged in the conversation to even feel the slight tense of Zoro’s muscles.

“So, do you have any plans tonight?”

That was the last straw for Zoro.

He slammed the bottle of Sake down, causing the table to shake a little. The both of you looked at Zoro in confusion.

The arm that was thrown around you tightened. His now free hand grabbing your waist to pull you closer. This took you by surprise. You weren’t really expecting it, but you liked this reaction. You had to hold back the smile that was about to break out.

“Dude, what’s your problem.” The guy sneered at Zoro.

This time you felt Zoro’s muscles tense. Not too hard to cause a mark, but you definitely felt it. Zoro’s face turned into a scowl. It took everything in him to not cut him down right then and there.

“You do realize that I’m (y/n)’s boyfriend, right?” “Yeah….????” The guy’s tone was unbothered, something that irked Zoro even further. Zoro stood up from the table, one of his hands going to the hilt of his swords. A scary aura rolling off of him like wave. “Then act like it.”

That’s when the guy finally got the hint. He quickly stood up, the chair making a scraping sound and quickly rushed out of the place.

Zoro then turned to you with a frown on his face, “what the hell was that for?” You gave him an innocent smile, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He squinted his eyes at you. He wasn’t intimidating to you at all. Not one bit.

“You know…” You start, “Jealousy fit you.”

That’s when it clicks in Zoro’s head. That you had planned this.

He leaned down so that his mouth was next to your ear. Your eyes widen and a scarlet blush soon covers your face at his next words. You knew that you were in for it.

“You’re gonna regret doing that.”

[redriotinggg]

Hey I saw your post about Zoro and Sanji getting jealous over every person they meet getting a crush on Usopp and it reminded me that I made up an entire Pirate Crew OC's with the sole purpose of all of them having a crush on Usopp (because he deserves having a bunch of people fawning over him <3) and how this bleeds to Zoro and Sanji (and to a minor degree Nami and Luffy) to get a little more "possesive" over him like sitting closer to him, glaring at the other crew members (Luffy in his Luffy way), more physical contact (specially Sanji), Usopp meanwhile thinks its all really funny but tries not to think too much about it or he'll get really flustered

Meanwhile the other crew is just chilling talking amongst them how cute the Strawhats Sniper is, mildly oblivious to the rest of the crew's murder looks (as in, lets ignore it because obviously that guy is taken and we respect that)

Anon your brain is so gigantonormous……… I’d like to assign myself the role of Captain of the Usopp Admirers.

IDK what your OCs are like but I imagine that a scenario such as this can go as follows:

The Straw Hats are hanging around on an island while they wait for their log pose to reset and they run into another pirate group. Luckily, the other pirates are similar in their interest in having fun adventures rather than looting or pillaging. It's good times all around as the two crews laugh party, eat, and drink. It doesn't take long for Usopp to take his place on the main stage and grab everyone's attention as he shares the dramatic tales of the Straw Hats. His crew mates are watching fondly as the other pirates are left starstruck by their sniper and storyteller. Usopp happily plays his role as an entertainer--dancing, singing, telling jokes, doing magic tricks, and showing off his sniping skills. The other crew head back to their ship that first night singing Usopp's praises.

Over the next few days, the pirate crews mingle and it soon becomes clear to the Straw Hats that their new friends are completely enraptured by Usopp. The rest of the Straw Hats are chopped liver compared to their sniper, only made worse by him playing into it and soaking up all the attention. Nami can't help but feel scorned when she catches him fixing up a weapon for one of the other pirates. Luffy frowns when someone on the other crew throws an arm around Usopp's shoulder. Sanji bites his cigarette in half when Usopp is handfed food made by the other pirate crew's chef. Zoro grips the hilt of his sword when he goes to one of the other pirates for protection.

The Straw Hats are a possessive bunch, so it doesn't take long for the other pirates to realize that their admiration of Usopp is going to have to remain platonic. If looks could kill Zoro would've slain them a thousand times over. He doesn't say much, but he stays near Usopp and glares when one of the other pirates gets too close. Nami makes sly comments about their sniper, who is their priceless treasure. Sanji is even touchier than usual as he runs his hands over Usopp's arms, holds his hand, and tugs on his hair. Luffy doesn't bother hiding his jealousy. When his frustration boils over he grabs Usopp and yells that Usopp is his sniper and they can’t have him!

As his partners, Zoro and Sanji can’t simply allow for their boyfriend to be accosted right in front of their eyes. They kiss him right in front of everyone. They whisper promises in his ear that make him go red in the face. Sanji calls him pet names and Zoro holds him from behind.

Usopp is absolutely loving all of the attention. He's embarrassed because he doesn't really understand why he's the one being fawned over, but he'll happily soak up all the adoration. He loves seeing how much his nakama care for him and it's pretty funny to see how possessive they can be.

The other crew find the Straw Hats’ possessiveness amusing, and they’re glad that Usopp is part of a crew that loves and value him so much. They leave the island with lots of hugs and compliments for their favourite sniper and promises to meet up later on the Grand Line.

“Usopp, love?” Sanji says once the other pirates’ ship is out of sight. “Let’s avoid entertaining affections from other pirates in the future, hm?”

Zoro nods, arms crossed. “Don’t entertain anyone. You don’t need them. You have us.”

Usopp laughs and buries himself further in their arms. “Hey, it’s not my fault that everyone wants a piece of the Great Captain Usopp. But yeah, okay. You guys are all I need.”

[blacklegsanjiii]

This is not an AU more a headcanon

But Lusan has been hitting me hard lately and i keep thinking of luffy very rarely letting anyone wear his hat except when his crews in distress (like nami in arlongs park)

But im thinking a lil possessive/jealous luffy who gives sanji his hat to wear allll the time to lay his ‘claim’ on him.

Like this can be post confession but imagine pre?? Sanji being so confused on why luffys giving his hat but being like ‘oh he must do this to everyone!’ While the rest is just watching like ‘i know what you are’

That's so fucking good. You're right. Pre confession and PreTS Sanji randomly having a hat plopped on his head and immediately giving it back, both in confusion and because Sanji doesn't wear hats because of the helmet. He doesn't want to hurt Luffy so he'll wear it for a few minutes while making him a snack and then gives him both and sends him on his way.

Post TS after being with the Okama for so long he's better about it. He doesn't mind them near as much now and will let Luffy leave his hat on him as long as he likes. He's confused because he's the only one this happens to regularly but he likes it. Likes Luffy claiming him as his, especially after WCI. Sanji finally asks why he does it and when the reply is that Sanji is Luffy's. Sanji asks for clarification, because yes, he is Luffy's cook, he's Luffy left hand but Luffy says no, Sanji is his. No one else can have Sanji, can kiss or hug him. Sanji belongs to Luffy only.

Sanji, red as Luffy's band around his straw hat nods, says 'yes, captain' and heads to the galley where Luffy follows and puts his hat on Sanji and kisses his cheek. Sanji blushes harder and Luffy giggles at him. Sanji is indeed Luffy's, and when he gives the hat back later he gives Luffy a proper kiss.

(Also imagine Law seeing any of this happen in Trafalgar!Sanji verse, he would explode!)

[greyskyflowers]

Someone used the tag bloodhound Zoro on one of my posts recently and FRIEND I'm so glad someone else thinks that way.

The guard dog/bloodhound dynamic is one of my absolute favorites when done correctly, especially with characters who are the embodiment of that type of dynamic.

Not sure if I have any leverage fans hanging around but I see this dynamic used with Elliot a lot and it's always really well done in that fandom.

Territorial

Loyal

Protective

Fearless

Alert

Adaptable

A little bloodthirsty

I could point out every instance of Zoro showcasing these characteristics and I could imagine every scenario that could happen for fic ideas.

But my favorite is the side that not everyone gets to see.

Being soft only for the people who matter

Coming back bloody from fighting and patiently waiting for affection

Only being able to relax with certain people

The love and trust needed to allow yourself to be vulnerable around someone

💚

Have some soft, guard dog Zoro brainstorm dust bunnies. Although he's 100% a guard cat if we're being honest.

Petting along his jaw and down his throat in soothing and firm touches.

It takes time but he lets them at his neck, belly, and back. When they grab around his waist they brush fingers against his side, barely feeling ribs under the muscles layered over them. Rubbing his shoulders and down along his spine when he falls asleep around them. The skin of his back so soft and smooth compared to the rest of his body. It's sensitive and breaks out in little goosebumps when they linger.

He's an oversized cat.

He goes from only light napping with his back against something to complete trust.

His head tipped back and his throat is left completely vulnerable. He curls on his side or lays on his front, back fully exposed. He sprawls on his back with arms tossed out to the side or over his head, belly left unguarded.

He doesn't wear shirts as much, skin growing warmer and warmer under all the sun until he's a full canvas of sun kissed skin. It makes his eyes pop, the green of his hair more vivid, and the color of his lips more distracting. The occasional flush that graces his cheeks is harder to spot but they're skilled at looking for it now.

He seeks out affection once he knows he'll get it and he's willing to let them give it.

Sleeping curled against someone's side, face pressed to their necks like he's tucking himself away in them. Draping across their laps like an oversized kitten, blinking up at them slowly until they take the hint and pet at him.

Sometimes when they're somewhere off ship or someone is traveling with them, he gets restlessness in a way that says he wants that affection. It's a way to relax, to uncoil all the tension in his muscles, and a way to show his care for them. He doesn't do well with words, but they all speak love differently and they know what he means.

He doesn't do that in front of anyone other than crew though and they're okay with that. The idea of Zoro being vulnerable around strangers makes them protective and the thought of anyone but crew seeing that side of him at all makes them feel possessive.

Only crew gets to see each other so innocent, vulnerable, exposed, submissive.

So they find work arounds.

Luffy sleeping curled around Zoro's back and possessive arms wrapped around the swordman's waist. Satisfying the urge for closeness and touch but still protected, all vulnerable spots hidden from anyone else's eyes.

After all, no one blinks an eye at Luffy clinging to Zoro.

Luffy presses his face into the back of Zoro's neck and top of his spine, biting marks into the skin because sometimes he's not good with words either. Zoro doesn't even flinch, still asleep and completely trusting of Luffy to do what's best.

Luffy passes it off loudly in the morning with cries of dreams filled with meat and Sanji can they have a bunch of meat for breakfast please?

Zoro doesn't hide it because he doesn't hide anything Luffy gives him and the crew all get stuck on it through the day. Staring at the skin, where the bruising has pulled blood to the surface and painted it different colors. The darker spots where teeth had been pressed.

The only mark anywhere near his back and it was given willingly. He isn't ashamed of the bruises on the top of his spine, almost flaunting them as he trains shirtless in the afternoon sun. Skin glowing with sweat and everyone within eye sight trying to discreetly stare.

It's not the last mark he gets and it becomes common for him to have marks and bruises on his skin. Bright colors and dark hues in shapes of fingers and mouths, usually resting by the hinge of his jaw, the top of his spine, or the top of his hips and lower belly, where there's just the very slightest hint of stubborn softness clinging.

💚

Am I obviously obsessed with Zoro being feral?

Showing his affection by letting people at vulnerable spots they could use to easily hurt him?

Is my soft, bottom, and/or submissive Zoro bias showing?

Yes

[icaberries]

What if Sanji’s rescue of his siblings doesn’t end in Whole Cake Island? 

I see a lot of headcanons where Ichiji is possessive over all his siblings, but imagine if it's Sanji who's also possessive.

Sanji who had his brothers taken from him at a young age, whose sister had to keep her distance and put on a mask to protect him, Sanji who after all the years of hurt can’t help but love his siblings anyway because his heart is so big.

Sanji who blames Judge for everything they’ve been through. Judge took them from him. He took away his sibling’s freedom and childhood, things that Sanji was gifted once he left for Germa, things that they rightfully deserved. (Judge took away Yonji’s hands. That’s his little brother!) 

While he's in Germa, Sanji works tirelessly to find a way to reverse the genetic modifications made to them and he partially succeeds. Ichiji, Niji and Yonji regain the ability to feel empathy, but it’s up to them to process the rest of the emotions as they come. At first, it's overwhelming for them because they went from emotionally numb weapons to suddenly experiencing an onslaught of overwhelming feelings. Sanji and Reiju do their best to help them through it, while also planning a way to escape Germa.

But Sanji still has to go through with the wedding to keep up appearances. Only this time the rest of the family is there to witness it. The rest of the Strawhats work in the background for a way to subdue Big Mom and Judge.

For a while, everything is going according to Sanji's plan.

But he miscalculates.

Pudding doesn’t change her mind about him.

She pulls the trigger. 

Seeing Sanji topple to the ground, suit coated in blood, triggers the change in the Vinsmoke brothers.

They see their brother right there, bleeding out on the ground and something shifts inside them. They’re not the ones who got shot, but they’re in pain. Sanji isn't waking up and something inside them hurts.

As Big Mom’s army converges around the prone form of their brother, Ichiji is the first one to start fighting back, then Reiju, then Yonji, then eventually Niji. All of them surround their fallen brother, protecting him and eliminating anything they deem as a threat. They're soon joined by the rest of the Strawhats and right then and there, everyone Sanji loves is fighting to keep him alive.

They fight their way out of the Island, escaping with Sanji who is clinging to his last strength. His siblings are begging him to stay awake, telling him how they have a lot of lost time to make up for, but Sanji needs to stay awake! 

They get him to Chopper in time. The Strawhat-Germa alliance takes care of Big Mom’s army and Germa 66. Judge is taken care of permanently.

The Vinsmoke siblings are finally free to live as they are just like Sora wanted. 

And all because Sanji never stopped loving them them. 

Part 2 for the Vinsmokes in Wano!

[garnetea]

le dépôt de l'amour

who yandere! artist sanji x darling! fem muse y/n. length 364 words. byr nsfw/angst!, death, gore descriptions, unhealthily obsessive sanji, yes he's a murderer here- i craved violence, some french, written in third person, around the time of the renaissance if you want some setting. just brief madness.

leman's letter! p.s, the title should translate to "depository of love", more or less. i know i said zoro was coming.. he'll be here by the 12th.. okay? and at some point law will be making an appearance; expect more angst cus this was too entertaining to write. also, a reader of color is always intended when i write, i just didn't actually describe y/n as any shades here, so it's safe to imagine what you will. bitch can be yellow if you're a simpsons kinda fellow who cares??

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★

Slowed pulses and spilled stomach links are the inspiration of artists, and the horror of muse's. His dainty hands caress mercy like a newborn, feeding it innocent nothingness and a warm embrace; he's not rich with milk. Her hair is the wind and the wind is white with grief, tinged orange with sour, citrus truths; her lips have churned and curdled into this.. pulpy blue with molding splotches of the forest. He fawns over her smile, certain that her heart's everlasting love has sewn itself into her greying cheeks. He sways and wiggles and shudders and giggles on his resplendent throne with adoration and absent-mindedness.

"Mon amour! Goodness.. even when your art has been perfected, I can't help but..." And the familiar tickle of blood outlines his cupids bow, once again. His most notorious representation of sincerity. "I can't help but bleed for you... as you do I.. ..Mmmph.. Thank you."

The windows have been locked since they were installed.

Oil paint, add just enough thinner to cremate her precious ashes in the field's decaying stubble, half a cap of linseed oil for lumpiness, and the most sacred rapier. Those brushes are for lazy lovers; blades are for the dedicated. Sanji would know. White streaks, dribbling red ribbons, rancid ridges over severed tendons in numb limbs; this is her. This is you.

And he's your monumental mason.

Digging through another pile of keys, another box of cold chalk and sandpaper strips; we're going to the gallery again. She's waltzing to the pearly gates-- and oh how she loved pearls and tall, elegant, locked, forbidden doors. She watches with a glacier's smile, it's the silver key with the square finger hold. Wind it up and wait for jack's jump scare, or burn the knob off when it doesn't open. If Eros would take one of the five hundred bows out of the poor artist's back, he'd know there's no key for this hell.

He'd know the difference between a morgue and a museum.

"Now, now, ma cherie, I'm sure you're feeling rather possessive with all of my darlings here so suddenly, but I promise, our love is like a Viola in January. You, Y/n, will always be my precious, precious, precious muse.."

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