#Listen say what you want about Sanji but there’s no denying that he’s. SUCH a good person

[shima-draws]

The fact that this won’t even be the LAST time Sanji gets horribly manipulated by another woman. I’m just 😔

[traffytaffy]

OP men and being “told”they are in love with you:

Ft. Law, Kid, Zoro

Cw: implied fem reader (mainly in zoro’s part)

Ngl, not much of a fan of this so i might make a follow up! lmk if i should!

Part 2

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Law:

Oh boy.

This man doesnt realize it until one of his crew members tell him. He’ll give you small smiles when youre not looking. Completely mesmerized at you: Your focus, your dedication, your delicateness with every task performed. But most importantly: your smarts. Every-time you spoke, he would stop what he was doing and listen intently at whatever subject it was. Which was how the crew…mainly ikkaku, Shachi, and Penguin, knew there was a special interest.

“Am I in love with y/n? I dont see how thats any of your business”

Law says, looking at an accusatory Ikkaku.

“Captain. I can see that look on your face. You’re all red.”

“No im not.”

“Oh yes you a-“

“Room”

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After that, It really got him thinking. Why did he get all flustered? No. There is no way he was in love. It was just a coincidence that he happened to get all worked up around you. That his heart would beat a little faster. That he was willing to drop whatever he was doing to help/listen or be with you. That he spoke more softer and less stern too. That was all a coincidence….right?

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“Captain? Who’s that tiny person you’re drawing on your sticky note? Are you distracted by something? Is that… y/n?”

“Don’t any of you know how to knock?!”

A blue bubble surrounds the submarine.

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Kid:

Same as Law.

He doesn’t realize his behavior till a teasing Killer points it out.

“I didn’t take you to be such a romantic, Kid.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His soft tone of voice in comparison of his rough one. The way he yelled at everyone except you. The way his brows furrowed every time he saw you talking to someone else. The way he locked himself in his workshop and didn’t let anyone in when he saw you enjoying yourself with another crew member that wasn’t him. Killer was the one who found him and he could see right through Kid.

What was this feeling? Why was he more angry?

“You were staring at them that whole time. You’re jealous huh?” Killer asks, Kid could sense the grin from under his mask.

“Jealous? For fucks sake. No”

Killer shakes his head with a laugh and mutters “Whatever you say” before leaving the room.

Kid scoffs. Killer didn’t know anything. This is how he always acted….right? I mean you were beautiful… but that didn’t affect him right? You shouldn’t be all smiley and happy with anyone besides him.. thats just a friendly way of thinking right?

“Eustass? Killer sent me in here cause he said you needed my help with something?” You walk in all shy and innocently. You didn’t know about the little trick Killer was pulling on Kid.

Kid turns soft when he sees you and becomes a blushing and stuttering mess for how caught off-guard he was from your sudden appearance. This, as everything else, enrages him.

And who else is to blame for this?

“KILLER IM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

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Zoro:

He knows what he feels. He just doesn’t want to believe or pursue his own feelings.

Every-time he sees you, his heart beats faster. But this wasn’t the same fast heart rate he got when he was training. Nope. It was every time you were in his presence. Every brush of skin. Every-time he saw you fight. Every time you assisted him in anything.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for romance.”

“Ah! So you’re not even denying it!You’ve never told Sanji off when it came to him flirting with us, but now you suddenly do?”

Nami says, pointing at herself and Robin next to her, referring to the event that led for the crew figuring out he was in love with you. Sanji was serving ice cold drinks he made for the hot summer day and as usual…he got flirty. But once Sanji got to you, his heart eyes and kneeling position in front of you as if you were accepting his hand in marriage. Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from where he was napping.

“Leave them alone Sanji. Can you not be a creep for one day?!”.

Although Sanji would’ve made a snarky remark back. He didn’t. Sanji looked stunned? He looked back at Nami and Robin from where they sat at and Nami shrugged, while Robin gave a knowing smile.

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“You two don’t know crap. I don’t have time for this”

Suddenly, you walk in..

You look at Robin and Nami who were hovering over Zoro cleaning his swords on the bench. Although you were confused, you shrugged it off.

“Oh hey…” you say… “Zoro, wanna train?”

Zoro looks away and starts to stutter.

“Oh uhm…s-sure…”

Nami and Robin smirk at him, which is met with a death glare.

“Im slicing all of you.”

[cinnbar-bun]

Watching Reality TV With You (Various One Piece Characters x Reader)

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Luffy, Perona + Mihawk, Nami, Kizaru/Borsalino, Eustass Kidd

A/n: Sorry I’m a huge fan of Real Housewives so take these silly headcanons!!!

Note: GN reader, the relationships with the character(s) and reader can be seen as platonic/romantic depending on what you prefer :) Mihawk + Perona’s relationship to each other is also not stated just for your personal preference. These are all just very silly things, don’t take this too seriously since it’s crack!

Zoro

“The hell? Why are you watching this crap? It’s not even real!”

He just sighs and grumbles about how this is dumb the whoooooole time.

Tends to sharpen his swords or try and nap while it’s on.

Until lowkey he starts peeking a bit like ‘did she just say that?’

Suddenly has opinions on it and tries to deny he’s interested but his eyes are GLUED once they start arguing and the suspenseful music is playing.

“Well, if I was her, I think I’d just kick them. Or maybe cut their car in half.”

Sanji

Opposite of Zoro. The man is probably a bigger fan than you and most likely is reading the gossip online.

It’s your weekly night hangout where he brings snacks and cozy blankets for you two to sit and enjoy while watching.

Gasps audibly and loudly.

He’s both the best and worst to talk about this with because he respects all women and he forgives them for everything, so they all get passes from him.

“Yes she may have talked badly about [name] and stole [name]’s house and maybe crashed a car. But we all do that. We need to show forgiveness. She’s having a tough time- her dress came in the wrong color.”

Law

Like Zoro, he’s very disturbed by the very prospect of reality tv.

But he’ll try. Let it be known he’s trying.

He doesn’t get interested in it but he does try to follow along so he can discuss it with you.

Not gonna lie though he’s the guy who’s focusing on their plastic surgery or illnesses.

Will literally pause the show just to examine what they may/may not have done and if the surgeon botched it up.

Imma just manifest this, he’s prolly a Terry Dubrow stan.

“Who’s your favorite Housewife so far?” “Terry.” “But… Terry isn’t-“ “It’s Terry.”

Unironically would drop a horrible quote from whichever show you’ve been watching and he’d say it so seriously that everyone’s jaw will drop and it takes him a sec for him to realize what he said.

Luffy

Imma keep this short for you- he ain’t looking.

He ain’t caring.

No thoughts.

He only cares when there’s a party and food is being served.

“Woooooah! Look at all that food!!!”

Doesn’t even recognize who is who and will just mindlessly wait for food to come on screen.

Perona + Mihawk

I’m putting this as a two for one they’re my everything <3

You and Perona are the ones who watch it lots. Perona does complain about how much they argue but she loooooves looking at the houses and clothes of the women. Makes comments about wanting to fly first class or visit the beautiful places they go to.

Mihawk is reading.

Perona is biased as hell and only defends the people that are wearing cute clothes. Otherwise? Shit list.

“Ugh! What is that dress?! It’s so hideous!” “Is that all you’re focusing on?” “I agree with (Y/n), Perona, she just had gotten into some relationship troubles with [name], so I think [name] is wrong.”

You and Perona are gasping and shocked that Mihawk 1) talked and 2) had an opinion on this???

Turns out the man had been listening the whole time (he’s quite the multitasker).

If Perona is the most biased viewer, Mihawk tries to remain objective and impartial. He's always listing out the nuances of a conversation.

“I think [name] is just jealous.” “Well, if we remember in season 4, episode 14-“

He’s a smart ass sometimes, but it’s okay, he’s our smart ass.

Perona is always enthusiastic about marathoning the shows again and watching it. She tends to do dress up requirements for watching it.

Nami

I’d hesitate to call Nami a “fan” of reality shows.

She’s aware of them, yes. Does she particularly care for it? Nah, not really.

They’re more background noise and eye candy for her.

She just likes putting them on and glancing every once in a while to gaze at the beautiful houses and trips.

“Oh that’s so expensive… imagine what you could do with all that!”

Sometimes has a fun game for herself to estimate the cost of an outfit, accessory, or house. It’s scary how accurate and detailed she can get with it.

Tends to mostly focus on fashion and get new ideas to steal- I mean, incorporate.

Doesn’t have strong opinions on the cast, but she isn’t too crazy about the louder members.

Kizaru/Borsalino

He’s heard of it, he thinks.

And, well, since you’re so into them, he’ll give it a watch.

“Oh my, these ladies are incredibly wealthy and beautiful.”

He’s not even ogling them he’s just amazed at the way they dress, behave, and/or decorate their spaces. It’s almost like being starstruck???

The guy who will pause the tv at certain scenes to point at random decorations or outfits and be like “darling, would you like that?”

He does get sad when they start to fight.

“Aw… I was just liking the party… why are they arguing now?”

His favorite cast member is your favorite one <3 he’s just a cheerleader like that, dear.

He could listen to you talk about it for hours if you wanted, and he’d be amazed by your knowledge.

“You know, if you’d like for me to have you be on a show like this, I could probably pull some strings!”

Kidd

1000000x worse than Zoro

I cannot recommend putting it on in front of him.

“The hell is this shit?! Turn it off!”

You refuse and now he’s stuck watching grown women argue over dumb things (in his mind).

Complains the ENTIIIIRRRRE time. Nonstop commenting and complaining.

Okay but he’s hooked after a bit, the drama is just too good.

But now he’s WORSE cuz he’s got OPINIONS and THEYRE ALL SHITTY!

This man is an instigator. I swear to god he’s just saying shit just to rile you up and be contrarian.

He's stanning the biggest menaces on the show.

You two will probably get into (very silly) arguments about some of the situations and people.

And unlike say, Sanji, who tries to defend a person, Eustass will just say you’re wrong and then add something unhinged to it.

“Naw you just don’t get it. If I was her, personally, I think I’d just burn their mansion down and then slash their tires.”

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Thoughts on the live action one piece

Spoilers 😉

Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.

I’ll try to keep it short.

Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.

Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.

Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.

I will be listening to her song on repeat.

Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵‍💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.

Sanji😳 First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮‍💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.

Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!

The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts

Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.

They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.

It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕

The relationships they explored?

First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀

Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.

Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.

Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.

Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?

And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.

Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.

I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.

I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx

[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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I'm weak for "we were dating???" aus, heaving said that zosan/sanzo au:

Zoro thinks they've been flirting since little garden, and by the time they get to Skypiea they're practically engaged. Every time they bicker, Zoro thinks this it's the hottest thing and it's basically like saying "I love you" or "you're important to me" etc. And everytime they headbutt he thinks they're giving each other butterfly and eskimo kisses. And he honest to God thinks Sanji is just too shy/inexperienced to kiss him for real.

The whole crew catches onto what's going on but think it's too funny or just not their business to say anything, so one one does anything.

Sanji on the other hand is very oblivious and thinks Zoro is picking fights with him for no reason. At some point he decides he's had enough and he just doesn't respond to Zoro's taunts, avoiding conflict at all cost.

Zoro is super thrown off by it. He tries picking a fight a couple of times but when Sanji doesn't take the bait he gets all quiet and just sulks in the corner. At the end of the day he pulls Sanji aside and just ask him "Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?"

Sanji: What? No! In fact I've been trying NOT to pick fights with you!

Zoro, pouting: Exactly, you've been turning down my flirtations all day.

Sanji: ... what.

Zoro: Are you going to break-up with me? We can get through whatever it is!

Sanji, genuinely perplexed: What???

And they talk it through Sanji having do many questions like "How long do you think we've been dating?", "What do you mean I'm flirting back??" and mostly "HOW???"

And then the whole crew who's been listening the entire time just goes "Yeah, you guys have been dating for so long it's quite admirable, really cute."

Bonus angst moment:

When Zoro finds out about Sanji getting married he keeps denying it because that would mean that not only did he get cheated on, but it also would mean he wasn't enough and Sanji had been delaying their marriage just because he didn't want to settle for Zoro.

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader; modern AU; pining

Thinking of a messy, “are they or aren’t they?” type of friendship with Sanji.

Sanji doesn’t need to ask what your coffee order is anymore—he shows up at your desk with your latte as soon as you sit down in the morning. You brought lunch to work but you ask if he wants to go out and get something anyway; you trade off who drives, taking the opportunity to play curated playlists for each other that serve as the soundtrack to your conversations. You buy this time, curry from the hole-in-the wall shop where he knows the owner, telling him it’s the least you can do for the daily coffees. You offer each other tastes of what you ordered, exchanging bites over the cramped folding table in front of the restaurant.

You call him and tell him that you’re home safe when you go out, per his request—he’s the first person you tell when you’re out drinking, just in case something happens. He’s the first to offer to come pick you up when you seem like you shouldn’t be driving home—walks you to your door with an arm around your waist, makes sure you have a bottle of water to sip on while he scrounges around in your fridge for something that will soak up the alcohol. Sanji listens to you prattle on about the band you saw and complain about how expensive liquor is while he makes you the best grilled cheese you’ve ever had, and he strokes your hair when you fall asleep on his lap, lets himself out after a while and locks up with the key you gave him for emergencies.

You find yourself texting him just to talk—giving thorough reviews of whatever movie you’re watching alone, feeding him snippets of gossip when you’re out at brunch. In turn, he texts you moment-to-moment reactions during the new episode of a show you both watch, eventually asking if you want to come over and watch it with him. You find yourself dropping everything to say yes every time. It’s more fun to watch with someone else, you tell yourself, that’s all it is—even though you declined your friend’s invitation to come over and watch the very same show just a little while ago.

And sometimes—more often than you would ever admit—those silly texts about movies and what you had for dinner turn to phone calls about your parents, your anxieties, your dreams. Sometimes they last until bedtime, sometimes your earbuds die before ever you hang up, sometimes one of you falls asleep and the other listens to quiet breaths on the other end of the line. It feels like home.

Strangers mistake you for a couple with alarming regularity—you each throw up your hands and laugh nervously, quickly denying anything but friendship to the well-meaning waiter at the bistro where you always meet for drinks, or the smiling purveyor of a booth at the farmer’s market where Sanji helps you shop for the week. Your friends and co-workers snicker and ask when you’re going to give up and just go out already, and you give the same song and dance like always—you’re just good friends, you don’t like each other that way, the thought had never even crossed your minds.

But it had, in ways you refused to acknowledge. It was in the way Sanji’s stomach churned when you’d tell him about a date you’d gone on the night before. It was in the crushing feeling in your chest when he’d talk about the pretty woman at the bar that gave him her number. It was in the way relationships never seemed to work out for either of you, always secretly holding strangers to standards they’d never meet, to expectations they’d never fulfill. But you’d never admit it, never try to say it, even to yourselves, with your whole heart.

No, you’d never let yourselves believe that there could be love there in the lingering glances during pointless work meetings, in the warmth of memorized birthdays and personal anniversaries (it would be three years tomorrow that he got that new-used car, and you already had a cake ready). There could be love there, in the corners where fear couldn’t settle—fear that he would laugh at you, fear that you would reject him, fear that all you’d ever have is this and saying one wrong thing could bring it all crashing down. There could be love there, in the silence of a car ride home, sitting in traffic and watching the first glowing embers of the sun beginning to set, wondering if your hand on his thigh or his fingers brushing your forearm would be crossing a line.

There could be love there, if you’d let it in.

[luffy-addict-author]

MONSTER TRIO WITH A SHY S/O

FT: luffy, zoro, sanji (no warnings)

LUFFY-

You and him couldn't be more different💀 I mean where luffy is more outgoing and energetic, you however didn't like to be so open which confused him in the beginning.

He doesn't notice it at first, ignoring it while thinking you just don't like to talk to anyone but when he grew fond of you later on, he kind of sort of started pushing you towards things but he didn't meant to overwhelm you, he just thought it will be so fun with you there.

Sometimes when you deny or try to make some sense into him, he would grow so confused. "What? That's dumb. Why don't you wanna play with us?"

He never really understood Why you dont speak much but after conformation from sanji and robin, he tried to understand that you are uncomfortable sometimes and he tried. I swear he did but luffy can't help but drag you immediately after spotting a island.

The more robin and sanji tries to get it through His head, the more he grows to roll his eyes, tagging you along and later on, you don't seem to mind a lot and you figured he had difficulty understanding that stuff.

He still does it though but lesser since he wants to spend time with you more alone with your fingers running through his hair and face, just one of those few moments he feels in calm and peace.

ZORO-

He really was annoyed with you in the beginning, looking at your weird form silently becuase he thought he was pointless and just a little weak that you couldn't even stand up for yourself properly.

But later on, he started talking to you and the both of you didn't have a lot of conversation which made him fall in love with the comfortable silence the both of you woukd fall in.

He doesn't like to admit that he feels such obsessed over that but we know zoro. We know. Sometimes, he forgets about how different the two of you are and is more than happy to assit you or provide you help if someone starts saying shit. Actually, he just can't stand someone saying bad things about you that he has to interrupt.

Depending on how he is feeling, he will either start talking shit about someone *ahem* sanji with you  where you just listen with a smile, finding it so amusing how these two are friends but always bickering.

Sanji:

It doesn't really matter, especially if you are a women. *ahem* of course he respects your privacy and the Times you are uncomfortable but you grow on him so fast that he can't help but get defensive sometimes.

Especially if luffy starts pulling you into plays where you are hesitatingly trying to say no thank you, he immediately scoops in, hitting his captain in the head and telling him to let you go.

You are grateful for the interruption but feel bad for luffy since he only wanted to play with you.

Everything about you Is so precious to him. I mean you do anything and he is swooning head over heels. When you start conversations, rare times but he is extra kind and respectful, trying to be as light as you are but the attempt of him containing himself is so funny that you chuckle a lot with him around.

If you want to speak or get someone's attention, he is there to be with you, gladly doing to for you or when he knows you want to handle it so he just silently watches the crew to see if anyone bisbehaves when you are talking.

all right reserved. do not repost or copy my work but relogging, comments or feedback is very much appreciated! Thank you.

[eureka-its-zico]

I’m gonna need one of those short prompts of zoro just thirsting after doc. I wanna see heart eyes and bullying from Nami.

With that being said, something light would be nice. The series has been pretty dark for the last two chapters and it’d be nice to see them act relatively normal again

I took a small break from working on Ch. 10 to write this out. This chapter is a lot more fun and way less serious than the other two, and I feel like this little spin-off I wrote gives good insight into the chapter.

I hope you like it 💕

P.s. I wrote this on my phone and posting it from my phone so if it’s a little wonky, please forgive me.

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“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring.”

If Nami called him out one more time he was going to need to hit something. And if aforementioned orange-haired friend asked how long he’d been watching you, Zoro was going to lie.

Just like what he was doing now.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The shit eating grin Nami wore at his response told him all he needed to know.

He was a terrible liar.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Nami quipped.

“I’m sorry is there a reason you’re here? Besides to annoy me.”

“Ouch!”

Zoro didn’t finish watching Nami pretend to cover up a wound or to see her finish the playful pout she’d been sending his way the past couple of weeks. It allowed his gaze to fall back on where you’d been the last half hour tending to the tangerine trees they’d taken with them for Nami. A piece of Nami’s old life - her old home - planted on the ship as a reminder of all she’d overcome and what she’d gained.

It had taken less than a day for you to talk Nami into showing you how much water to give them and how to carefully trim their branches. Zoro warned you not to overdue it. You were still healing - some of your stitches barely keeping the once open wounds an inch from reopening with one wrong move.

You quickly overruled his worries with a soft press of your lips against his. He refused to admit it had left him shellshocked as you walked away; rooted to the spot next to the island in the kitchen with that damn cook smirking at him while his brain tried to remember how to make words.

“Shut up, waiter.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” Sanji replied, flabbergasted and yet, still smirking.

“Keep it that way.”

Zoro stormed out of that kitchen and wanted to storm away from Nami too, but this place on the upper terrace of the deck gave him the perfect spot to watch you. To make sure you were being careful and only a short distance away if you weren’t.

“I thought you guys were together.”

God, he really needed Nami to fuck off. Crossing his arms, Zoro leaned his forearms against the railing and hoped it would send the message he was done conversing. Unfortunately for him, Nami moved closer. Her back against the rail and her arms draped behind her. It gave Nami the perfect view of his face.

Zoro knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he answered.

“We are.”

“So, care to tell me why you are watching her like you’re still pining for her?”

“I’m not pining,” he grumbled back.

“This is the definition of pining.”

That’s it. He was going to toss Nami overboard.

“I’m not - “

He refused to admit defeat but damn it he couldn’t stop his forehead from pressing down into the wood of the bannister. He wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed to anyone listening to give him strength.

You would be super pissed if he did throw Nami overboard.

“Is there a reason you’re still here bugging the shit out of me?”

“If you’re with her Zoro, go be with her. That’s all I’m saying. You shouldn’t have to creep around and be away from her when you clearly want to be next to her.”

Zoro did.

He couldn’t describe it. Fuck, he couldn’t deny it, either. Every atom of his being craved to be next to you. To bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe you in. Memorize the smell of the sea on your skin and the different herbs you dried and for whatever concoctions you made that day. He loved it when he could smell Rosemary in your hair or the ginger that reminded him of home.

But he didn’t want to overwhelm you. It’d only been a couple of weeks since Luffy and crew had left the Conomi Islands. Only a few weeks when Zoro thought he would never…

“I’m just trying to give her space.”

Fuck. Why did his voice have to be so soft? Now Nami was giving him that look and - fuck.

Zoro refused to glance up at Nami - the look that must be on her face. So, he kept his eyes on the safest place he could find.

You.

“Look, I know this relationship thing is kind of new for you, Zoro. It can be scary, at times.”

“I’m not afraid,” he cut in.

“-but,” she continued ignoring his sudden outburst. “I know for a fact the last thing she wants is space. Doc wants you, Zoro more than she’s going to want to be left alone.”

She clapped her hand against his shoulder, signaling she was departing, and left him brooding against the banner. His eyes no longer watching as you gently cut dying stems from the tangerine trees, but out into the endless blue and wondered if it was possible that Nami was right.

He was never going to hear the end of it if she was.

[helios-writings]

Anything, Anything, Anything

Sanji x gn! Reader

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: mild spice (just making out)

Sanji isn’t your soulmate, but that doesn’t stop you from being in love with him.

The man you’re in love with isn’t your soulmate, you know that for a certain fact. You met your soulmate when you were eight years old, a passing face in a busy port town. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you,” etched on your side forever and said by someone you don’t know, someone you don’t love.

Sanji doesn’t know you’re in love with him, but you know he hasn’t found his soulmate yet, even if he really wants to. He’s an old fashioned romance type, even if he denies it. You don’t know where his soulmark is, have never asked because it’s painful to think about.

The crew asks about your soulmate, and you answer, saying you never saw them again after the five minutes you’d met, but you didn’t mind, because you wanted to find love on your own, not because some writing on your ribcage told you who you should love.

“Are you sure you’ll never meet them again?” Robin asks, hand on her cheek as she listens to everyone talk intently.

You shrug. “Big world out there Robin, with an even bigger ocean. But, I don’t care if I meet them again. If it happens it happens.”

She nods in understanding, but doesn’t ask anything else.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Luffy remarks, “I’ve never had a soulmark. But if I did, my soulmate would have to wait until I was king of the pirates to meet me!”

You roll your eyes at your captain’s enthusiasm, but you admire him. He never seems bothered at the fact that he doesn’t have a soulmate, Zoro the same way. Usopp and Sanji seem to lament not finding their soulmates yet, but they shove that worry aside to follow Luffy everywhere he takes them.

And then, you make port in a small town, known for their unique cuisine, which Sanji is, of course, ecstatic for.

He splits off from the group almost immediately and you fight the urge to tail and scold him. He’s a grown man, if he gets into a fight he can defend himself.

You instead go off with Nami and Usopp, who want to check out the shops. You don’t feel like being alone today.

You spend a few moments looking at a few odds and ends but not really interested in anything. Eventually, you leave the pair behind and walk through town, greeting the occupants with a grin.

And then Sanji runs into you, quite literally. He knocks you on your ass and then helps you up.

“Geez, Sanji, you’re white as a ghost.” You tease, dusting yourself off.

“Sorry,” he says, “I just….I’m out of it.”

“What happened? You were practically bouncing off the walls a few hours ago.”

“I met my soulmate.” The cook sounds scared, not at all like the lovestruck fool you know he can be.

Your heart drops. “Oh. That’s great, Sanji. I’m happy for you.”

Awkward silence passes before you tell him you need to go and you bolt towards the Sunny as fast as you can go. You say a quick greeting to those who stayed on the ship and then bury yourself under the covers on your bunk. You don’t come out until long after everyone is asleep.

You creep into the kitchen, looking for a snack and something to drink when the light brightens the room. You freeze, piece of bread midway to your open mouth.

“Oh,” Sanji says, “it’s just you.”

“Just me.” You repeat.

“I thought it was Luffy. He likes to sneak in here sometimes.”

“I know. Sometimes I help him.”

“You what?”

“Kidding.”

You sit on the counter, sandwich and water next to you. It’s silent between the two of you as you finish your meal.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you rinse out your glass.

“Peachy.” You respond.

“Don’t lie.”

You sit back on the counter. “Doing as well as I can be.”

“”I’m in love with you.” He says, like he’s telling you about the weather.

“No you’re not.” You say, a little dumbly.

He laughs in disbelief. “I am.”

“You have a soulmate.”

“I told them I didn’t want them. That I had someone else.”

“But- I don’t….I don’t understand. You always went on about meeting them, how could you just cast them aside?”

“I thought that if I pretended I wanted to meet my soulmate bad enough, I’d eventually believe it, that I’d forget about you. But it didn’t work.”

Sanji’s hands are on your shoulders, bringing you close, trying to bring you even closer. His eyes are wide, almost desperate as he stares at you, like he’s trying to get you to believe him through looks alone. His voice is strained as he speaks.

“I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

You let out a soft gasp at his words, almost unable to believe them. “I just-are you sure, Sanji? You met your soulmate, for fuck’s sake. What if you don’t know if this is what you want?” What if you don’t want me, remains unspoken.

“I know what I want,” he tells you, firm, “because it’s right here in my hands.”

You know the tears fall when he wipes a thumb across your face, and then he’s pulling you into a desperate kiss, your arms locked around his shoulders. He’s kissing down your neck and whispering to you: “anything, anything, anything.”

Before you can even think, he’s made his way back up to your lips, and presses against them again, whimpering slightly, like he’s wanted nothing but this for ages.

The two of you pull away and he presses his forehead to yours. His cheeks are flushed, pale skin tinged a light pink. “I love you, I love you.” He whispers, almost imperceptible, almost as if he’s scared you’ll change your mind.

You repeat the words to him, in that same delicate tone, the same soft whisper and he kisses up your arm as you do so, face still flushed.

His blazer comes off, the tie, the shirt. Your shirt. You see his soulmark, etched upon his ribs just like yours, and you run your fingers over it. He doesn’t stop you, though he shivers in response to the touch.

“I can almost pretend they match.” You whisper, mostly to yourself.

“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that.” He says, a kiss is placed on your bare shoulder.

“With you I do. I want to be bound to you by fate, Sanji.”

Sanji places his hand on your ribcage in turn. “I’d change it if I could, I’d leave my handprint right here, I’d leave my words etched upon your skin.”

You smile a little. “Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?”

“I asked if you were lost. Even then, I’d hoped you were my soulmate. Even when you didn’t say the words.”

“I don’t even know what it says.” You admit, looking down at the elegant scroll of writing on his side.

He lifts your chin up to meet his eyes. “That doesn’t matter anymore, I’ll get the biggest and ugliest tattoo in the world to cover it up, and then we’ll never think about it again.”

You laugh, albeit a little wetly, but your head swirls with emotions. A few hours ago you thought he didn’t love you back, that he didn’t even think about you. You almost fear that you’re in a dream.

“I love you.” He says again, like he’s testing out the words, but his eyes are still desperate, like you don’t believe him.

“I love you too.”

Reality hits you then and you let out another tear strained laugh. “You chose me over your soulmate.”

“As far as fate is concerned, you’re the only one I need.”

He kisses you again, pulling you close, the skin to skin contact a foreign but welcome sensation and the shiver that it causes leaves goosebumps in its wake.

The door to the kitchen opens and the both of you freeze. You and Nami make eye contact.

“I’m going back to bed.” She announces, and the door swings shut once again.

You and Sanji laugh, his head is on your shoulder as he lets out a silent wheeze.

“No more making out in the kitchen.” You tell him, still laughing.

“Then you definitely aren’t allowed in here anymore.”

You flush but playfully elbow him in the ribs. “Maybe you shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen.”

Sanji kisses your cheek and hands you your shirt. “We’ll hash out the details later.”

You’re loath to leave him, for some reason. But you shake the feeling off as leftover insecurity and kiss him gently, wishing him a good night. He keeps looking behind him as he walks to the bunk room.

You sigh dreamily as you sweep the deck and can’t help but think the stars look a little brighter that night.

[lankayu]

sanuso worms in my brainnnn😵‍💫 welcome to sanji’s struggle of being in love for the first time and not quite knowing how to go about confessions

i am a firm believer of sanji being in denial from little garden to water 7. after usopp returns to the crew, sanji finally comes to terms with his feelings for usopp as that gaping hole in his chest is filled by his presence — and following the acceptance comes the unbearable tension when he’s around the sniper. nothing has changed between them; sanji still respects usopp as the brave talented sniper he is…in fact, they’re even closer after the battle at enies lobby. sanji argued that it made the matter of his intensifying crush worse. but of course, the awkwardness was all in his head and it was his fault he couldn’t act normal around usopp or talk like they used to

but he misses talking to him. he couldn’t stand the thought of usopp permanently leaving the crew and never getting the chance to see him again. and now usopp is here, sailing alongside them, as things should be. he misses him so much so pulls himself out of his head and musters the courage to make a decision; he’ll tell usopp how he feels. it’ll fix whatever’s going on with him hopefully, because he’s been swatting these thoughts away like flies for months now but he can’t deny any longer how much more than a friend he wants to be to the sharpshooter. the only problem is that he can’t quite figure out how to tell him

sanji remembers that sunset at water 7, that bridge, where he had overheard usopp rehearsing stupid scenarios to get the straw hats to take him back (he still cant quite place why he had stuck around to listen to the idiotic display) and it gives him an idea. next thing he knows he finds himself pacing back and forth in the kitchen, rehearsing different scenarios of “the big moment.” he doesn’t want to come off as a sap, but he also doesn’t want to play it casual because he needs it to be special. this could either completely ruin them or complete them and sanji couldn’t fuck it up

after writing out a declaration of love on a piece of paper and practicing said declaration out loud and probably getting walked in on a few times by the sunny’s local food thief (luffy) he decides this rehearsing stuff is stupid and usopp is an idiot for doing silly stuff like this and why the hell did he even try something so ridiculous and fuck it all, he was just going to wait until the right moment because that’s maybe the most romantic way to go about it (even if it means this’ll take 5 more months)

there’d definitely be multiple instances where sanji has the perfect opportunity and tries to tell usopp before immediately backing out, muttering serious “it’s nothing” “nevermind” ‘s and whatnot, leaving usopp dumbfounded everytime. but he already sorta knows (more so just has his suspicions and mutual feelings to return) so he decides he’ll let the cook figure things out on his own until he’s ready. because knowing sanji, he’s probably going through an identity crisis because of him…usopp does feel the slightest bit bad that someone like him has put sanji in such a dilemma

I think the moment that the confession leaves sanji’s mouth would be the most inconvenient moment possible. possibly…. in the middle of battle, when they’re both pumping with adrenaline. possibly when usopp snipes an enemy that was just about to slice a distracted sanji in half — and the cook is so pathetically head over heels at this point, his bottled up love and the overwhelming feeling of admiration in his chest overflowing all at once, he just outright blurts out “i love you” when usopp asks if he’s okay and he doesn’t even realize what’s been said and done until usopp is cheekily smiling at him, saying something along the lines of “i know”

sanji doesn’t even get a chance to process what just happened in the span of 10 seconds before he’s forced back into battle, another wave of opponents storming the battlefield. he’ll have to deal with it later

[baahsu]

Zoro x 1234ji because I became obsessed with them

Bounty hunter zoro gets lost while tracking a target and ends up in germa

Judge thinks he can be a good asset, so he hires him to help the kingdom and to train his kids since the soldiers haven't been a match for them for a long time

Zoro thought it would've been an easy way to get stronger himself and to have easy access to more powerful targets, but he ends up keeping company to four colorful haired bastards, three of which that can easily tower over him, that become a pain in his ass

The four become increasingly more obsessed with him the more time they spend together

It starts with the fighting, they seem impressed with how strong he is, with how fast and skillful he is with his three swords technique

They even stop in the middle of training one day to ask him if he's really human. And what an odd thing to ask, zoro just raises an eyebrow and replies that of course he is

When judge's not around, they attempt to make small talk with him over lunch and dinner

When judge's there, though, they act like robots, only talking if their father directs a question at them, and zoro feels like he's intruding on something big and out of his control

But zoro's quick to notice how bad at normal conversation they are and he snorts every time they go about how "The sun… It's shining again today. All the way up there... In the sky. Exactly where it should be."

Once, zoro even wakes up in the middle of the night with four pairs of eyes intently staring at him, intrigued about his sleeping habits. He shrikes (and denies doing so to this day) and forbids them from doing that ever again. Surprisingly, they listen and zoro figures despite being such weirdos they aren't all that bad after all

They continue talking and getting closer after that, and the brothers slowly tell him everything about the experiments judge's performed on them ever since they were kids

Ichiji and niji have burn marks all over their bodies due to their powers. They couldn't control them in the beginning and judge couldn't spare resources to treat them properly

Yonji broke an arm during a mission when he was younger and instead of putting it on a cast judge ordered the scientists to cut it off and replace it with a robotic arm. Since they were already at it, judge ordered them to replace the other one as well

They talk about how judge fed poison to their older sister, reiju, even before they were born, all because he wanted to increase her immunity to it

When their mother died sanji was devasted, more than the other three that seemed to be under complete effect of judge's experiments. Sanji couldn't stop crying and judge got tired of it, deciding to lock him up in the dungeons with an iron mask covering his face just so he didn't have to look at or hear him anymore

Zoro's furious listening to their retellings, livid at some points, and he makes it his mission to get all of them out of germa

He wants to take reiju with them as well and she's thankful for it, but refuses. She opts to stay back to distract judge and eventually carry her revenge of poisoning and killing him

The day of the escape arrives and zoro clearly didn't fully thought it through

He's carrying sanji in his arms with yonji draped across his back and ichiji and niji hanging off of each of his arms. He gets lost one too many times and for the first time he hears the brothers laughing at him. He's so surprised he can't even justify himself by saying the castle has too many unfamiliar hallways that keep moving on him

The four share a look after their laughs die down and decide to take a hold of the situation, activating their raid suits and taking turns carrying zoro so they can finally fly out of the kingdom

It takes some time but they find their way to the east blue, where zoro said he was from, and eventually a curious boy wearing sandals and a straw hat demands they join his crew because "your hairs are weird and you look like superheroes!"

Zoro's lowkey offended for being clumped up with those four, but hell, they've been looking for a place to belong and this could just be it

When the times comes, they'll hear about the fall of the king of germa and that's when they'll know they can finally go back for reiju

[zombiedumbie]

I was not planning in post this because it's too long and it's just a draft, BUT I need to get used in posting smut here so...

here's a draft about you and sanji in a hot day. ~1,600 words.

afab!reader, pet names (english & french), ice cube use, not proofread. mdni!

you always secretly loved it when sanji flirted with you, even though you knew he did it with every girl he saw. nami swore there was something special about the way he did that to you, and robin added that sanji really liked you. all you wanted was for it to be true.

but you couldn't deny that the late night conversations you had when you woke up in the middle of the night had something special, just like nami had said. several times, you sat at the kitchen table and chatted with him as he expertly cooked everyone's meal; or sanji came to you, you lying near the Belle-mère's orange trees, to talk in a boring late afternoon, and you spent hours there. but none of those times were you able to express what you felt, never daring to say anything that showed an interest in him.

but the night before, while you were drinking for some reason invented by Usopp and Luffy, your conscious barriers were knocked down just for that moment. in a conversation between you, robin and nami, you revealed that no man had ever made you cum, and sanji couldn't help but overhear that, his ears always listening to the three of you's conversation, looking for any mention of his name by your mouth.

"oh, sanji hasn't come into action yet, apparently," robin commented jokingly. his face filled with a slight pink and his mouth curved into a smile.

"he could do something," you said, laughing. which made nami look at you with twinkle in her eyes.

"look, Robin! a confession!" the navigator said, smiling. "I knew it! I knew it!" meanwhile, the cook's cheeks took on a red hue that rose to his ears. he took advantage of the fact that you were looking at the bow of the boat, sitting over the deck, and left before you saw him. poor sanji needed a few more minutes of air to be able to return to his friends.

the next day, after lunch, you faced a draft so unbearable that you could barely stand on deck, so you walked to the galley, to find your favorite cook doing the dishes. you practically didn't talk that day, since you woke up later than usual, with a slight headache from last night's drink; he was also acting strange, but you didn't have the patience to ask what had happened, only now, after lunch and a few liters of water in your body, you wanted to understand what was going on.

you walked over to the empty counter next to the sink, lifting your body to sit there.

"sanji," you called, but he didn't answer. he seemed distracted by his cigarette, but what you didn't know was that he was making a huge effort not to look at your bare thighs because of the skirt you were wearing. you tilted your head, leaning your cheek against your shoulder. "why don't you talk to me? did i do something?"

sanji looked at you finally. the way your hair fell over your skin, yout parted lips and bare legs seemed to scream at him. sanji looked away, feeling that you would drive him crazy with all this. the truth is, after hearing that, all night sanji couldn't stop thinking of thousands of ways he could satisfy you and make you feel what you deserved.

his eyes darkened just thinking about it again.

"I'm sorry, ma fraise. I was just busy," you didn't believe it, but decided not to say any more.

next to him, there was a bucket full of ice cubes, which he was using to cool the water he was drinking, you crawled across the counter, trying to reach the bucket to get one of the cubes. sanji had to be quick to wipe the blood from his nose, his mind already wandering with thoughts again.

your voice walked freely through his head, repeating what he had heard before. naughty thoughts would start to creep in, the idea of his fingers between your legs, or how you must taste, or...

"ah!~", your voice caught his attention, you were lifting your hair to run the ice cube over your neck. "it's hot today!" your voice, which should have sounded like a complaint, sounded like a tease to him, and he couldn't help himself.

"let me cool you down, love," he said, and you could only laugh, thinking it was yet another innocent comment, but his voice sounded so lustful.

"I want to see how you're going to do this," that was enough for his eyes to darken even more. he was already done with the dishes, so he just dried his hands and grabbed the ice bucket. holding your hand, he looked into your eyes and said, "come down and follow me".

you hesitated for a few moments, mainly because of the thicker and more bossy tone his voice took on, that one didn't sound like sanji. when you realized they were heading towards his room, your heart wanted to stop at the same time that it accelerated.

what was he going to do?! sure, he'll probably find a way to cool you down, but why in his room? and why did he look so… weird?

anxiety was a key part of yout excitement at that moment.

he opened the door and made room for you to pass. he calmly walked in and closed the door behind him, setting the ice bucket down on a small table and motioning for you to sit down on the bed. he walked over to you, the serious expression on his face made you swallow hard.

with two fingers, he lifted your face and leaned in, his face approached yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but his mouth came right up to your ears.

"princess, you already know what's going to happen in that room, so if you want to stop it, just leave," you gulped. of course that possibility had crossed your mind, but you thought there was no chance he really wanted to have sex with you, nor could you understand the reasons behind it. maybe nami said something to him? or maybe robin? neither of them would do that. maybe you accidentally told him when you was drunk and didn't remember. "if you stay in this room, you're giving me the right to do whatever I want with you", so you gulped, not caring about his motives anymore.

"I trust you, sanji," you said.

then he turned away from your face, looking at you from above. "very good". then he knelt down between your legs.

you took a deep breath, trying to relax from it all.

his hand reached for one of the ice cubes in the bucket. his hand hovered over your thigh, running the cube close enough to your skin that you could feel the chill.

"nami said that we are passing through a very long current of hot air," the ice began to melt between his fingers, and a few drops of ice water began to fall on the inner part of your thigh, causing your legs to involuntarily close in a spasm, a slight sigh left your mouth when your skin felt the thermal shock of the cold water. "we'll probably only leave it at the beginning of the night," the drops ran down your thigh, sanji seemed to be just preparing your skin. "so we'll have the whole hot afternoon."

then he pressed the ice against your leg, making your body shudder. his fingertips were soft against the sensitive skin of your thigh, he moved the cube slowly, brushing the ice away from you every now and then so it didn't burn your skin.

"hmmm!" you groaned, throwing your head back. having sanji so close to your panties was a new feeling, but addictive from the first contact, you felt your pussy starting to throb. the cube soon melted, so sanji grabbed another one, you prepared to feel the ice on your thigh again, but he brought it to his mouth. you looked at him confused, but he just looked back at you and gave a smile.

he climbed onto the bed, sitting beside you. his fingers was still cold, so he brought it to your neck, caressing it before bringing his mouth down, kissing your neck with his icy cold tongue. you would have collapsed on the bed if he hadn't held you with his other arm. leaving a few kisses along the way, he moved up to your ear again. "no need to worry mon ange, I'll take care of you". you closed your eyes and threw your head back again, leaving room for him to continue kissing you.

sanji was capricious with his movements, and his tongue had the surety of someone who had done it many times, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed, of course sanji had done these things to many women before. you thought it would be just one more.

impatiently, you opened your bra underneath your shirt, sanji couldn't help but notice that and smiled against his neck. "calm down honey, we still have all afternoon," and then he traced a path from your collarbone to the bottom of your jaw with his icy tongue. your head felt so light.

"sanji...", you looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for more. sanji would like to give you everything he could, but your desperate look also made him want to take longer and longer. "please..." you said low, like a lament.

you saw his erection in the tight suit pants, and your hand ran there as your mouth watered. but he stopped you before could even reach him. "what did I say, sweetie? calm down," his eyes looked darker. your fingers straightened before retracted and sanji let go of your hand. "this is to cool you down," he pulled his face from the crook of your neck, looking at you.

[creamsickle-writes]

Secrets: Vinsmoke Sanji x Roronoa Zoro (ZoSan)

Tags: Friends with benefits relationship between Zoro and Nami, body swap, morally dubious!Sanji, penetrative sex, oral sex, squirting, and switch!Zoro (kinda)

When Sanji first swapped bodies with Nami, he was elated. He experienced a euphoria he never thought possible; with a female body, he could stare at himself and feel a sense of joy he had never felt before. It was a weird sense of pride and happiness. 

But then Zoro had to ruin it. 

After the groups reunited, Zoro motioned Sanji over.

“C’mere,” The swordsman gruffly speaks, pulling Sanji by his suddenly delicate wrist once he was within grabbing distance.

“Quit being so rough!” Sanji barks, not wanting that idiot to bruise Nami’s delicate skin.

“Keep quiet, woman.” He hisses, dragging Sanji behind the laboratory, “And since when were you picky about how rough I am with you?”

Sanji tsks and snatches his hand away from Zoro, “What do you want-“

Zoro narrows his eyes, “Why are you wearing that shitty cook’s jacket? Didn’t I tell you to stop looking for his attention?”

Sanji opens his lips to speak, but Zoro slams his hand against the wall, leaning closer to Sanji. The chef’s face flushed when Zoro leaned in closer, speaking through his teeth.

“Damn woman,” he hissed, “You never listen to me…”

Sanji wants to say that Nami shouldn’t have to obey his barbaric demands and that a woman has her own agency and can do what she wants. But Zoro’s following words cause him to falter.

“You’re so lucky I love brats like you.”

Before Sanji can respond, Zoro’s lips are attacking his neck. Sanji’s legs go weak, and his brain short-circuits. 

What the fuck?

Sanji pushes Zoro away, his cheeks bright red as he clutches his chest.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

Zoro smirks, “Punishing you for wearing his dumb jacket. What, playing hard to get today? You know I love when you do that…”

Zoro growls lowly before smashing his lips against Sanji’s (or rather Nami’s), and his body doesn’t know how to respond. His hands are awkwardly raised before him, fingertips hovering over Zoro’s chest. Meanwhile, Zoro’s hands unbutton the jacket, removing it from Sanji’s person and tossing it to the snowy ground.

As Zoro kissed him, Sanji remembered one thing: Zoro had fallen asleep during the explanation of what had happened to their bodies.

He must’ve genuinely thought he was Nami.

Zoro whispers into Sanji’s ear, “Not even kissing me back… and after we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the crew reunited…”

Sanji practically chokes on his spit.

Fucking? And like rabbits? He’s trying to figure it all out, wondering just how long Nami and Zoro have been a thing, but Zoro has other plans, shoving Nami’s bikini top out of the way, making Sanji’s new breasts fall out from the fabric.

“Let’s make this one quick.”

“W-Wait, I’m not N-!”

Sanji moans as Zoro leans down and takes one of his nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue sucks and swirls around the bud, his large, rough hands gripping Sanji’s waist.

Sanji tries to push him away, but his grip is firm, and he only laughs when resistance is presented.

“Stop it, you brute!” Sanji squeals in his feminine voice, but Zoro keeps sucking on his breast.

Sanji’s legs buckle and his chest tightens.

He can’t deny that it feels good; Nami’s nipples are much more sensitive than his own. And Zoro’s warm tongue stimulates him in all the best ways. As the green-haired man pleases him, he feels his panties grow wet. The feeling is strange, not something he’s used to with his new genitalia, but it’s so amazing, so unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

“Shut up,” Zoro growls, “You know you like it.”

Sanji’s throat dries. 

Okay, so apparently, Zoro and Nami have been jumping each other’s bones at least since a few weeks ago. But did he really talk to her like this? Was he so rough, so stoic all the time? Or is it because he thinks that he’s playing hard to get? Was this the kind of thing Nami liked?

Sanji’s thinking is cut short as Zoro’s hands reach for his jeans’ front buttons. 

The chef gulps as Zoro unbuttons them, his dark eyes watching closely. 

Zoro pulls the tight jeans and skimpy panties down to Sanji’s thighs, and the swordsman kneels before him, pressing wet kisses to his thighs. Sanji’s hand clasps over his mouth as the other man’s lips travel closer and closer to his crotch. 

Eventually, warm lips place a delicate kiss on his clit, and the chef moans as his cunt throbs. He never expected that a pussy could be so sensitive. 

Suddenly, he doesn’t want to stop the swordsman.

Zoro’s tongue flicks out from his lips, licking a stripe up his new slit. Sanji’s head tilts back against the laboratory’s walls, a familiar warmth trickling from his nose. 

Zoro glances up at him and chuckles, “You’re starting to look like that shitty cook.”

Sanji wipes his nose with the back of his arm. He squeals as Zoro suddenly latches onto his clit and begins to suck, his warm hands stroking his upper thigh.

Wow, this is what it felt like to be eaten out. 

Sanji was in absolute bliss, enjoying this new experience. 

It made him wonder what sex would feel like with this body. 

But as soon as he has that thought, he shuts it down. He couldn’t do this, not now and definitely not with Zoro. 

But… maybe he could enjoy the great head he was getting just a little bit longer.

Zoro’s tongue is sloppy, his movements hurried and passionate as he laps his slit. Sanji’s legs shake as he feels something bubbling up within him. Zoro coos quietly, pressing another kiss to his slit, “That’s it, cum for me.”

He resumes his assault, sucking and licking at Sanji’s swollen clit. The cook bites his lip as he attempts to keep quiet, but sounds still escape his lips as he approaches the edge.

“C-Cumming-“he gasps, “I-I’m-!”

Sanji’s vision blacks out momentarily as it hits him all at once. No longer is he worried about keeping quiet; he just lets his moans flow freely from his lips. His legs are quivering, and his chest feels tight as he attempts to catch his breath.

“Good girl,” Zoro chuckles, kissing his slit once more before standing up and ordering, “Put your hands against the wall and bend over.”

Sanji, too blissed out to care about any of the reservations he previously had, obeys Zoro’s words, presenting his pink pussy to the swordsman.

Zoro growls and uses his thumbs to spread Sanji’s lips apart. The cook whimpers as he feels his hole flutter around nothing, his pussy desperately needing something inside. He ached for Zoro; he needed him.

“Zoro,” Sanji whines, “Please-“

Zoro laughs before sliding his cock between Sanji’s legs, the head pressing against his throbbing clit. The green-haired man rocks his hips back and forth, grinding his shaft against the cook’s slick folds.

“You’re so wet today,” he chuckles, “Looks like I wasn’t the only one craving this, huh? Look at how your body reacts to me.”

“Mm-“Sanji turns his head back to face the swordsman as he prods at his wet hole, “Just put it in already-“

Zoro laughs before slamming in without warning. Sanji’s eyes roll back, and Zoro coos, “Oh, you’ve never made that face before. C’mere,” 

With one hand on Sanji’s hips, Zoro brings the other to take his jaw in hand, kissing him deeply. Sanji moans into it as Zoro hammers away, each thrust hitting him in all the right ways. 

“F-Fuck-“Sanji breathes out against his lips, “You fucking a-animal-“

Zoro gives a cocky smirk, pressing a quick kiss to Sanji’s lips, “Feels good?”

“Yes-“He drawls out, his nails dragging against the laboratory’s wall. “S-So, so good- Ngh-“

Sanji desperately reaches between his legs and rubs his clit quickly, his eyes crossing as the pleasure overwhelms him. Zoro kept thrusting his hips, skin slapping against skin echoing in the air. Their breath fans their faces as they lock eyes, lips dangerously close.

This sort of pleasure was overwhelming. Sanji had never felt this good before. A familiar tingling sensation snuck up on him.

“Cumming-!” Sanji squeals, his pussy constricting and throbbing before squirting all over Zoro. That causes the tanned man to stop for a moment before slowly thrusting in and out of the gushing hole. 

“Holy shit,” he says breathlessly, “You’ve… never done that before.”

Sanji whimpers pathetically before his legs buckle. Zoro pulls out and gently guides Sanji onto his knees, stroking his cock slowly as his other hand tucks Sanji’s lengthy hair behind his ear, “Shit, Nami, you’re so sensitive today-“

Sanji, with a shaky hand, reaches back to grab Zoro’s shaft, guiding it to his pussy, his voice wavering, “More-“

Zoro smugly smirks, and Sanji almost regrets being so desperate. He’s soiling Nami’s reputation as strong and unwavering, but damn it, it’s better than him in his own body begging for Zoro. And at this point, he can’t stop himself; his needy pussy is dripping onto the ground below, and it needs Zoro’s cock.

“Beg for- “

“Please-“Sanji interrupts, bumping his hips back against the blunt head of his cock, the tip slipping in, “Fuck me already, you damn brute! I need your cock!”

Zoro’s eyes are wide, surprised, “Goddamn, you never beg like th-“

Sanji makes a frustrated sound before bucking his hips, taking Zoro in one smooth motion. Zoro lets out a shocked grunt, his hands hovering over Sanji’s hips as he frantically fucks himself on Zoro’s cock. 

“S-Shit-“ Zoro groans, still shocked at Sanji’s eagerness. He watches, absolutely hypnotized by how his ass bounces against his dick. The swordsman simply leans back, admiring the view as Sanji lets out animalistic moans and squeaks below him. 

“So good, a-ah-!” Sanji drools, his nose beginning to bleed again as he works his hips back onto Zoro. His toes curl, and he mewls as his hands find themselves on his hips again. Though, to his surprise, they aren’t guiding him; they’re trying to get him to stop.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum-“Zoro’s voice breaks, “S-Slow down- I gotta pull out-!”

Sanji doesn’t listen; he just keeps fucking Zoro, his gigantic cock slamming into his furthest walls. 

“S-Shit, woman, stop-!” Zoro holds Sanji’s hips still, pulling his cock out just in time as hot spurts of cum decorate Sanji’s ass. 

Zoro’s left panting, his cheeks bright red as he looks down at the mess he’s made, with rings of cream built up around his base.

Sanji, mind clouded by lust, reaches back and slides him back inside. Zoro lets out a guttural moan, “They’re gonna ask where we are- fuck- let’s save it for later-“

Sanji knew he was asking for trouble, but he didn’t know how long he would be in Nami’s body. He had to take advantage.

“Just shut up- “Sanji whines, wriggling his hips, “We’re not done until I say we are-“

Zoro’s face up to his ears turns crimson, his eyes widened in shock, “Yes, ma’am.”

[vinnoa-articles]

Sweet Lies

[Image by Eiichiro Oda] Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 3 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there? Here are the links for the others. [Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 989

Type: Fluff

Characters: Usopp, reader (anyone), mentions of Chopper, Luffy, Robin, Sanji and Zoro (other members of the Straw Hats)

Trigger Warnings: None

“I am the GREASTEST!”

“That’s another lie!”

“No, it’s not!” Usopp stood at the helm, his right hand on his hip, his thumb pointed at his face, cocky, arrogant, a big crooked smile that showed his confidence, proclamation of his words. “I am the GOD Usopp!” There you were, standing opposite of him, your hands stuffed in your overalls, your eyes narrowing at every lie he was spouting today.

“Now you are going to say you are Sogeking right?” Leaning forward, to egg him on further with his lies. “Cause apparently, that another thing you-”

“Ah!” Usopp screamed, almost falling over his own feet. “I am not going to say that is a lie nor the truth. Just know, I am one of the best snipers out there!” If his nose could grow, you knew it would be so long, you could probably have everyone on the Grand Line perch upon his nose. “I trained under some amazing people. Don’t doubt my skills!” Flexing his left arm muscles, trying to impress no one, yet it seemed to only be directed at you. This was a pure headache, but there was a slight idea that popped in your brain.

“Oh, so pigs fly too right?” There was a pause, then he sat down cross-legged pondering. Hoping he would catch the bait, saying it was false.

“Well, maybe they do on some island,” his fingers stroking his jaw, glancing at the sky, seeing the gears in his brain turn through his eyes. “I did see some crazy animals too!” You sigh, plopping across from him on the top part of the deck as you hear Chopper and Luffy playing around on the grass, some faint sounds of Zoro and Sanji arguing, as always. If only life was super easy like theirs, but instead you are stuck with this guy, whom you had to admit had a slight grip on you. His constant bragging, his lies, yet some truths, his random talents he would whip out of nowhere. There was a lie? Maybe it was, but the ones you doubted heavily, he would prove wrong.

“Okay fine Usopp. If that is true, then I guess I am a warlock of the seas,” his eyes widened as you spewed out a lie. “Oh, and I can single handedly defeat Zoro and Sanji combined.” nonchalantly shrugging as if it was gospel.

“Hey hey, that can’t be true-”

“Oh but it is Usopp!” Leaning forward to convince him of your sweet lies, not swaying at all from what you just spoke. “Oh but if you would like to stick around and find out, I am more than willing to show you.” Your face was so close to his, he had to back up. There was a hint of pink on his cheeks, there it was, the one thing he can’t hide nor lie properly about; face-to-face confrontation.

“Fine, fine, but you have to believe me when I say that I am the one that has a lot of followers! People look up to me, in the thousands- no, tens of thousands!” Jumping up and pointing to himself again. Your eyes almost roll into your skull with his lies again.

“So it’s a lie that you like me then?” He paused, he heard those words, looking down on you, there was something about your posture that was intimidating, yet relaxed. Thank god, you listened to Robin, she was someone you heard those words from, ammunition to use against him. Leaning on the back of your palms, looking up at him. “Well?”

“Erm, well…I can’t confirm or deny that,” looking away, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull, confronted by the facts you were stating. “B-besides! My emotions are under lock and key!” That was it, you needed him to shut up, there was no way he was going to continue this little tale he keeps spinning, this game he wants to keep continuing. Standing up slowly, you grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face you.

“Fine…Usopp,” your voice was so dark, it was menacing, Usopp trembled under your touch. Your grip was firm, but definitely not strong enough to bruise him. You leaned forward, your face parallel to his cheek. Feeling your breath, he shuddered, his whole body froze and you could feel his blood almost running cold from his nervousness. “I’ll prove it then,” he shrieked, almost screaming, wanting to move.

“LUFFY!” He screamed, but you planted a quick peck on his cheek. You could see the poor fragile man nearly crumble before your very eyes. Of course, there was a faint “huh?” from the captain, but it was just something he misheard. Continuing to play with his crewmates as Usopp tried to pick himself up from what just happened. “W-w-w-what was that….that for?” Finally jumping away from your grip as you loosened your fingers around his shoulders.

“Hm, well it seems the lie was true. You don’t like me,” shrugging, knowing all too well his true feelings for you. It made your heart flutter too, being a little playful along with his personality. You smiled softly, jumping away towards the stairs to meet the others, stopping right at the top with your heels crossing. “I guess if it’s a lie that you like me, then it’s also a lie that I also don’t like you,” winking at him. His voice was caught in his through, his face so red it was evident what your words meant. “See ya.” Only for you to go down the stairs, him crying out for you, tripping over each step to try and reach out for you to get his words straight. It was cute, his lies. Maybe it was a lie that you hated seeing that man so flustered with something so simple. Maybe you just had to cut his lies off by something so simple like this, maybe he will tell the truth one day.

[prophecydungeon]

gimme 19 for blood of the covenant (eyes emoji)

19. While editing, did you kill any darlings? What are they?

ok let's crack open a cold one with the boys, there's almost 1400 words in my doc that got cut from TBotC so here's stands out as i'm looking through it now:

For one horrible second Sanji thinks that Zoro is angling for a kiss and he thinks no, not like this, not while talking about this, but then Zoro pins him to his chest with one arm around Sanji’s shoulders and the other around Sanji’s waist and Sanji heaves in an obvious, shuddering inhale because this is almost worse. Zoro smells like sea air and the familiar metal tang of his swords and the Ringo district’s distinct flavor of soba broth and all Sanji can do is go limp in the hold, his cheek rubbing against sweaty cotton. “Do it back,” Zoro mutters against his ear, and slides a hand up to the nape of Sanji’s neck. Sanji exhales – just as shaky as the inhale – and listens to him outside of a fight for once in his god damn life, just this once; he twists his spine so that he can suitably wrap his arms around Zoro in turn, and he can’t hunch in on himself like this so he curls into Zoro instead and Zoro just silently lets him. Zoro slides fingertips over the edge of his collar and murmurs, “Luffy knew you’d come back.” “And you?” “I knew you’d do what you thought you had to.” Zoro’s palm strokes slowly back down Sanji’s spine. He wants to break out of this hold; he wants Zoro to wrap himself around Sanji the way Luffy can, tight enough to suffocate. “You don’t have to keep trying to throw yourself away for us.” (there's a break here in my document; i think whatever had lived here ended up staying in the cliffside convo.) Sanji doesn’t know what to say to that. Can’t say anything to that. There’s a pitched war happening in his chest: one side that screams with the righteousness of the wronged and knows that Zoro’s words are the truth, and the other side, dark like tar, that knows he should always be first in line when it comes to stepping between the crew and anything that might harm them because there’s nothing else he’s good for. At best a wall. “I don’t,” Sanji starts, just to say something, but his voice is strangled and there’s nowhere for the words to go. He thinks his hands might be shaking, twisted into the still-sweaty back of Zoro’s yukata. Zoro pulls back; gently, incongruously gently, arms still keeping Sanji hopelessly pinned.  “You’re our crewmate. Luffy loves you.” There’s something wondrous unfolding before Sanji’s eyes: he’d always thought Zoro to be ruthlessly straightforward and self-assured, uniquely incapable of feeling shame or embarrassment, but here he is an inch away from Sanji with a bloom of red spreading across his cheeks that has nothing to do with exertion or arousal. “We all love you.” “I know,” Sanji whispers back, dazed by the growing flush on Zoro’s face. The moment is teetering on the edge of ruin; Sanji can feel the glee overtaking the awe like a tidal wave, all wrapped up in the terrible rush of this entire conversation. “You’re so embarrassed—” “Shut up,” Zoro snarls, and finally shoves him away, and while Sanji mourns the quiet contact he can’t deny that it feels so good to be back on familiar footing as he shoves right back and they scuffle with each other, fists and heels mean.

this one was a bit too squishy-soft to keep, but i still like it. i managed to wrangle sanji into saying something similar in situs inversus - "hold me like a person, you bastard" - which scratched the itch for me. i like the idea of them both needing reminders to Perform Affection Normally.

i liked this little bit, too:

Sanji wonders for a split second if Zoro is angling for something, but there's no heavy press of lips or breath to the back of his neck. What Zoro wants is simply touch; Sanji doesn't know if he's seeking or offering it. For another split second, Sanji weighs whether he wants to angle for something himself, to tip his head back and let his mouth speak without words. It's tempting for that split second: it'd be one way to take his mind somewhere else.

the very first scene was going to be a little more Touchy but i changed it up in favor of zoro (correctly!) assuming sanji wouldn't want any full-body contact so immediately on the heels of waking up Out Of Sorts.

and this one!

Luffy’s torso has drooped entirely out of his bunk to curl into Usopp’s side and they snore in tandem, the sight comical enough to bring a smile to Sanji’s lips. Zoro leans over to echo what Sanji had done earlier; his still-pink fingers brush Usopp’s hair away from Luffy’s nose, the motion absent-minded and automatic.

i think you said it in a Comint but yeah luffy is everyone's lil lucky rabbit's foot. always worth ruffling his hair or fixing the blanket or giving him a hug.