#embrace your sexuality sanji

[beanghostprincess]

i think one of us needs to call sanji and tell him about bisexual awareness week bc he's still not aware

[obscure-imagines]

what you really want - Mihawk

👹 staring. Dracule Mihawk x afab!Reader

⚔️ preview. Some days you wish he’d settle down, wish he’d just choose an island and stay with you forever, but you know his first love will always be the sea. He’s a pirate, through and through, and you suppose you can’t blame him for that.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, quickie, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Mihawk, begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, fullness kink, slight cum kink, choking, manhandling, roughhousing, using a table hanging from the ceiling as a sex swing, instructed masturbation?, deep penetration, overstimulation crying, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) darling, good girl. (his) Captain.

🔞 rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I wc. 3.2k

⚔️ aus. One Piece Live Action, established relationship, pwp, etc…

🎈 mlist + an. It's the way I haven't been active on this blog in 3 years and then this stupid pirate show comes out and now I'm sinning again- I honestly couldn't help myself with this one

You’re in the kitchen rolling out dough when you feel a body press against your back. There’s only one person with the balls to touch you like this. As a girlfriend to one of the seven warlords of the sea, and the greatest swordsman in the entire world, everyone knows your body is off-limits to anyone but Mihawk.

“When did you get in?” you ask, pressing your ass back against him, enjoying the feeling of his breath on your throat.

“Just now.” His hands trace the curves of your hips, and you have to fight the groan that threatens to slip out of your mouth at his touch.

“Did anyone see you?” It’s definitely interesting being a member of the Strawhats while being involved with Mihawk. He’ll show up out of the blue, completely unannounced, and it’s clear to everyone what he’s here for.

You often feel very sinful any time he leaves, when you exit your cabin or the bathroom or wherever he just fucked your brains out, only to find the crew watching you with unreadable expressions.

“Your cook-”

“Sanji,” you interject, doing your best to teach Mihawk the names of your friends in the hopes that he’ll be more sociable with them.

“Sanji,” your boyfriend repeats with a sigh. “I bumped into him on the deck, he said the kitchen is all ours.”

“This should be fun.” You grin, releasing the dough and wiping your flour covered hands on your apron. “I’m guessing you didn’t show up to talk.”

“Definitely not.”

“So the question is…” you grind your ass back against him, “is that a sword in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, Captain?” 

He lets out a small laugh, digging his fingers into your hips to pull you flush to his chest. Mihawk is always amused when you refer to him as Captain. It’s always in a sexual capacity, and even though he’s a crewless pirate, the title feels fitting. On top of everything else, the ‘sword in your pants line’ is somewhat comical, as his sword, Yoru, is absolutely unmistakable when pressed against your body. 

“I guess I’m just happy to see you,” Mihawk sighs. He’s not the best with praise or dirty talk, preferring a more silent approach, but it’s always rewarding to work admissions of interest out of him. 

“So why are we still talking?” you ask.

It’s as easy as anything for him to turn you in his embrace, one hand reaching up to pinch your chin as he presses his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you press your chests together, enjoying the feeling of your breasts against his muscles. 

The kiss is almost gentle at first, but it quickly becomes heated, with his tongue dipping into your mouth. You sigh at the feeling. You’ve missed Mihawk. Some days you wish he’d settle down, wish he’d just choose an island and stay with you forever, but you know his first love will always be the sea. He’s a pirate, through and through, and you suppose you can’t blame him for that.

His hands slip down your body, squeezing your breasts, toying with your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. He pulls away from your mouth, staring down at you with Hawk eyes full of lust. “Turn around, and bend over the table, darling.”

You swallow thickly at the command, grabbing his jaw and pressing one final kiss to his lips before following through. The solid cooking table has more than enough space for you to flatten your chest against it without having to worry about messing up the dough or getting flour on your shirt. In fact, it’s probably one of the sturdiest locations for Mihawk to fuck you from behind. 

A soft sigh escapes you as his hand trails down your body, then he’s roughly gripping your trousers, tearing them down until they pool at your feet. He’s discarded your panties as well, and your skin tingles at the cool air that brushes over your hot, exposed core.

You hear Mihawk dealing with his own pants, and you wiggle your ass as an invitation, impatience getting the best of you. It’s been over a week since you’ve seen your boyfriend, over a week since anyone has touched you, or kissed you, or filled you up to the brim until you were crying-

“I missed you,” you tell him, relaxing your cheek against the wood of the table as he rubs his cock through your pussy lips, coating himself in the wetness already beginning to drip out of you.

Mihawk doesn’t return your sentiment, he only lets out a small grunt, grabbing your hip roughly as he begins to push into your core.

There’d been hardly any foreplay, so the stretch of his thick cock against your inner walls has you crying out and grabbing the edge of the table. You kind of like the pain though- being with a warlord of the sea is just like that sometimes. It’s quickies, and roughhousing, gasping into each others mouths and stripping naked the moment you get each other alone.

Your boyfriend can be kind though. He doesn’t push all the way into you, doesnt sink balls deep- he thrusts shallowly, and you can feel his gaze fixed on your tight pussy as you swallow more of him up, inch by inch-

“Fuck,” you groan, clawing at the wood. 

“Good, darling?”

“So good,” you whimper, feeling your toes curl when he’s finally pushed all the way inside of you, the tip of his cock just kissing your cervix. “Oh my god, you better fuck me stupid-”

“I intend to,” he promises, grabbing your waist with both hands to keep you presses to the table. His first thrust is rough, making you cry out and wiggle in his grasp. Your hips are pushed uncomfortably against the edge of the table, and as Mihawk finds a fast pace, each rut of his hips sends you forward.

It’s not very painful, although, you might bruise tomorrow. Part of you almost wishes you do. You love reminders of him, marks that make you think of him balls deep in your aching core-

“Captain-” you whimper, panting against the wooden surface of the table as he fucks you harder and harder, making you almost dizzy. 

“Let me hear you,” he instructs.

His hand finds the back of your neck only for his fingers to slip around the front of your throat and pull- he makes you arch your back, body contorted for him. The sensation makes you gasp, deep groans escaping you. Each smack of his hips against your ass has whimpers leaving your lips. Your eyes are closed, mind entirely focused on the feeling of his perfect cock filling you up and destroying you for any other man.

“Mi-Mihawk,” you stutter, lower lip warbling with effort, your body nearly overwhelmed already.

“Touch yourself. I want you to cum.”

You swallow thickly while he pulls you up from the table, tightening his grip on your throat and  giving you the space to slip your hand down to your pussy while he fucks you in a half standing position. You can feel his breath against the nape of your neck, can hear him panting-

Even small sounds are such a turn on for you. You can’t see his face right now, but it’s sexy to know that he might be as effected as you are by all of this. 

Your fingers brush by your clit and you cry out at the sensation, clenching your eyes shut while your pussy throbs around his cock. “Oh my god-”

“That’s it, darling. You’re close.”

You can only nod, applying more pressure to the sensitive bud while he continues fucking you stupid. His grip on your throat doesn’t help the situation- it makes you lightheaded in the best possible way, your stomach muscles tensing as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.

“I’d like to hear you beg for this first one.”

You moan loudly, the throbbing intensifying between your legs. “Please, Captain, please-”

“You can do better than that,” he scoffs, lips finding the side of your throat before his teeth bite at your shoulder.

“I’m so close, please make me cum- only you can make me cum this way, oh my god, your cock- it’s so deep- it’s so good-” 

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and your core clenches unbelievably tight around him- you’re on the edge, but you can’t cum without permission. Mihawk has trained you well, and by the satisfied sound he lets out, you think he knows it.

“Good girl,” he praises, and it goes straight to your pussy, making your legs quake with effort- “Cum.”

It’s the one word you need to fall over the edge, and as your pussy practically explodes with pleasure, you find yourself being pushed down to the table again. Mihawk’s hand leaves your throat, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

You can feel your juices dripping our around his cock, making a mess of your thighs- all you can do is claw at the wooden surface and take what he gives you, cries of ecstasy leaving you uncensored. 

He fucks you until you’re shaking, fucks you until your core stops throbbing around his thick length, then he pushes into you completely, holding you flush to his front. “Take a breather, darling,” Mihawk tells you, “I’m sure your Captain wouldn’t be pleased if I leave you completely broken.”

You can’t believe he’s bringing up  Luffy at a time like this- can’t believe he sounds so nonchalant, as if your pussy didn’t just try to milk him for everything he’s worth. Mihawk is just like this, you suppose. He’s always controlled, and it’s one of the sexiest things about him.

“You’re my Captain,” you whisper, heart still thundering in your rib cage. “You can leave me however you want.”

His hand caresses your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you twitch around him. 

“Turn around, I want to see your face.” He pulls out of your pussy and you moan at the loss. Your legs are shaky, you can hardly stand as you move to face him, leaning back against the table. 

Mihawk is too handsome for his own good. His facial hair is immaculate, and his eyes are bewitching. 

He cups your cheek and you lean against his hand, enjoying the soft moment of reprieve before the next round that you know is coming. 

“Beautiful,” he tells you, leaning in to kiss you gently. 

You reach for his hat, taking it off his head to place on yours, and it makes his lips stop. He pulls away and looks down at you darkly. You can only grin up at him. “Am I still beautiful?” you prompt.

“Always,” Mihawk responds easily, reaching own to cup your ass and lift you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his strong hips, trousers now discarded on the ground.

Your lips find each other, and you kiss him deeply while he carries you through the kitchen. When you’re set down, you find yourself on top of a wooden table platform hanging from the ceiling on four chains- you’ve never realized before that this is practically a sex swing.

This wooden platform that Zoro laid on while recovering from wounds your boyfriend gave him, is now going to be the very tool used to fuck you absolutely stupid. You’ll never be able to look at it the same way again, and you don’t want to. 

Mihawk pulls away from your lips, and you watch him take off his jacket. He places the duster and his beloved sword on the cooking table just behind you, taking the hat off your head to discard it with the rest of his clothes. You take the opportunity to remove your shirt, leaving you completely bare for your boyfriend, whose gaze takes in every inch of your body now that you’re exposed.

“I missed you too,” he says softly, reaching up a hand to grab at your breast, teasing your nipple between two fingers. 

You arch your back, legs quivering around his hips from the stimulus as well as his words. “Then fuck me,” you tell him. “Fuck me full of your cum until I’m dripping. Fuck me so deep that I’ll have a part of you with me even after you leave- I want to feel you inside for a week.”

Mihawk gives you baby fever like no other man you’ve ever met, and staring at him now- knowing he’ll leave you soon after this, it makes you even more desparate. You love him more than you’ll ever be able to say- but maybe if you gave him a baby, you’d be able to show him that he’s the only man that will ever have your heart. 

You watch his adam’s apple bob with effort, his hands slipping down to your thighs. He massages your skin, pulling you forward, his aching cock teasing between your pussy lips-

“You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, darling,” he tuts.

“You love it,” you insist, leaning back down against the wooden platform. “You love how dirty you make me. Love it when I’m begging for you.”

The tip of his cock pushes into your core and you both let out sounds of pleasure. You’re so wet, it’s the easiest thing for him to sink into you, and the swinging platform allows him to pull you close, only to push you away a little, using the hanging table to his advantage. 

With one hand, he can control the table, and with the other, his thumb can find your clit. 

Your legs shake around his hips, the sensitive bud is still trying to recover from your first orgasm, and the stimulation isn’t helping. 

“Mihawk,” you moan, already feeling desperate again. 

“You’re pretty like this, darling,” he tells you. “If you start to beg, I might just give you what you want.”

He’s not applying enough pressure to your clit to make you cum and you both know it. He’s just teasing you, gently rocking you onto his cock while your toes curl and your body nearly shakes. He’s such a fuck, but you love him so much.

“Please, you know what I want,” you whimper. “It’s the same thing I always want.”

“Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me rough. Want you to feel good. Want you to cum deep inside.”

“There’s more too it though. Don’t deny it, darling. I know what you want. What you really want.”

You blink at him in confusion, and he begins to rock into you harder, faster. His thumb applies more pressure to your clit, working it in tight circles that have your pussy clenching tightly around his cock.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you?” he asks, although, the question definitely feels rhetorical. “You want me to give you the one thing I’ve never given anyone. You want me to make you mine, completely. To do the one thing that would show everyone who you really belong to.” 

“Mihawk-” you whimper, body tingling with overwhelm from his words alone.

“This is why you’re always begging for my cum like a whore in heat, why you always want me to cum inside since the first time we fucked.” Mihawk lets out a small chuckle, grinning. “Bet you thought I had no idea, but trust me darling, I know your games.”

“They’re not games,” you try to insist, but your words are broken and whimpered as he fucks you more intensely, the wooden platform swinging almost aggressively now with each rough thrusts. 

“Tell me what you really want.”

You gasp as he pinches your clit between two fingers, your body contorting against the tabletop. Your eyes clench shut and you feel your skin heating with your impending orgasms. “I want you to give me babies!” you admit, feeling a wave of relief to finally say what’s been on your mind for months. “I want to swell with your cum and have your children- I want to be with you forever-” 

Mihawk lets out a sound that’s nearly animalistic, and then he’s hauling you off your back, leaning over your body and forcing his lips against yours while your hands grab at his shoulders. 

It’s the most intense kiss you’ve ever shared with him, all tongues and growls- 

Your pussy throbs around him, and you eat up his sounds, trailing your fingers through his beautiful dark hair and pulling gently-

Mihawk lets out another groan, fingers unrelenting on your clit. 

“Please cum for me,” you mumble desperately, the cord in the pit of your stomach pulled achingly tight. “Please, Mihawk, I need it- I’m so close-”

He pulls his lips away from yours, your foreheads touching while he stares deep into your soul. You can feel tears of pleasure already building against your lashline, and the way he’s panting has your stomach twisting into even tighter knots-

Then he’s smashing his lips against yours again, fingers digging into your hip as he pulls you flush to his front, cock burried as deep as it can possibly go inside of you. 

You can feel him cumming, and it triggers your own orgasm, which jitters through you like electric ecstasy, making your hair stand on end and your skin tingle. You’re gasping against his lips, enjoying his moans and returning them with sounds of your own.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around him while your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, your tits pressed against his strong chest. His hand moves from between your bodies to flatten against the small of your back, embracing you tightly.

You’ve never felt closer to him in your entire life.

There’s never been a moment like this one. 

You can taste the love he has for you on his tongue as it invades your mouth, tracing your lips and teeth-

Even though he’s still inside of you, hips flush to your own, it’s one of the longest orgasms you’ve ever had. There’s nothing like this type of closeness, nothing like being stretched to nearly your breaking point while he fills you completely with his cum, cock so deep you can feel him painting your cervix. 

It feels almost like a promise. As if he’s as dedicated to knocking you up as you are. He’s not said it explicitly, but you get the sense that he wouldn’t mind starting a family with you. In fact, he might even enjoy it.

You can imagine him teaching your child to use a sword, can imagine a three year old running around with the tiny little dagger Mihawk wears around his neck-

“I love you,” you whisper, tightening your grip on the warlord.

He lets out a groan. “I love you too.”

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[misslovasstuff]

“Something else”

Sanji x reader

summary: after a long day, you and your boyfriend find yourselves comforting each other. Soon that comforting turns into something else.

Tags/warnings: opla!Sanji x fem!reader, suggestive nsfw language, unprotected sex, sexual language, degenerate language and kinks… (first time writing smut, kinda nervous)

author’s note: although I think of Sanji as a power bottom (so i might have included some praise there as well) I just know how thirsty yall are for a dominant Sanji, especially if he calls you his bitch, lol. Anyways, enjoy.

“Finally alone. - you sigh, putting strands of hair behind your ear as you allow to watch Sanji with the corner of your eye as he closes the bedroom door. - It was such an exhausting day.”

“Agreed. - he sighs as he approaches you with a smile. - good thing we’re here for each other.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, hand caressing your cheek whilst his eyes seem to be putting some sort of magic on you, pulling you closer and making your head spin like coming across an hypnosis, strong enough to shake you off.

Don’t look at me with those eyes.” - you say with a terrible blushing voice, covering his face with your hand, slightly pushing him away from your embrace.

“Mhm? - he hums, pulling you by the waist and kissing your shoulder. - Since when are you so shy around me?”

Sanji asks with a teasing smile as you rest your hands on his chest, slightly blushing.

“Do I still make you nervous although we’ve been together for a while now?” - he keeps planting soft kisses on the skin of your shoulder, travelling to the collarbones, pulling down your coverage a little.

“S-sanji… - you gasp, not expecting him to be all over you right now. - I’m always nervous when I’m with you like this.”

He listens to your voice becoming shaky as he grabs your neck gently, devouring it with kisses and small love bites which only made him more eager.

“You can relax and enjoy it with me, love. - he kisses your ear and whispers. - I always make you feel good, no?”

As he leans you in his bed, his hot breath hits your cold skin, making you shiver. No matter how many times he touches you, your body loses all muscle memory and it feels like it’s the first time over and over again.

Sanji grabs your waist with one hand travelling up from your back, tracing your skin with his fingers. He stops for a moment and looks at you directly in the eyes with a smirk.

He unleashes your bra, a trick he’s mastered fully, taking in the satisfaction of seeing such a lewd expression on your face.

“Be a darling and take the shirt off for me, would you? - he says, taking your wrist and kissing it. - No princess treatment for you tonight though.” - Sanji watches you take off your top, revealing your already unhooked bra hanging over your breasts.

Usually, Sanji would praise you all the time during foreplay. He’d kiss you softly and gently, tracing your curves and calling you his princess. From time to time he’d ask you what you wanted from him and he’d always give it to you. Tonight however, -

“Tonight you’re my bitch.”

Your eyes open wide. Although Sanji had never called you that before, it was impossible to deny that something had just awakened in you.

“Your what?” - you face flushes red, not noticing him going down in your chest, biting your bra and putting it aside.

He’s a smart man who can read you like no other. Sanji knew what would take to make your shyness go away, and he’s doing exactly that.

He starts messaging your breasts while pressing his thumbs on your already hard nipples, getting a cute reaction out of your pretty mouth.

He wants to feel you moaning in his mouth, thus his lips soon enough crash harshly against yours without warning. He grabs your chin, tilting it down with his thumb:

“Open wide.”

Once you follow his command, his tongue starts playing with yours as never before, sucking on it all while his fingers played with your nipples and slowly travelled down your waist and lower stomach, caressing your soft skin.

“Bitch.” That kept playing in your head repeatedly as Sanji touches you, various fantasies playing in your mind like a film for which your face was Sanji’s movie theatre.

“You have anything against it? - he asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow. With that, you shake your head which makes him smirk. - Thought so.”

Your lips become so soft and wet when he kisses you, usually. But now, he bites them, sucks on them and licks them with no hesitation as he takes a strong grip around your waist.

Sanji moves his hand on your back, making you arch it so your bodies touch in the right places.

Unconsciously, as you are completely drown in his kisses, you start grinding against him, leaving out some desperate moans which he reciprocated in your mouth.

“Someone’s getting excited. - he says, plugging his nails into your skin ever so slightly, but still making your body shiver with immense pleasure. - You can’t wait to get dicked down, can you?”

With that question, you nod with a whine.

It can’t be helped. Heavy breaths between kisses, parts which are touching briefly but screaming to get nearer, sloppy lips and trembling legs, everything adding up was making you lose your composure.

“S-sanji… - you moan his name, running your fingers through his hair as you grind harder against him. - P-please…”

“Please what?” - he asks, looking down as your crotch desperately touches his.

With a whine, you touch his belt, pulling him closer.

He smiles and says: “now now, - he grabs your hand and place it in your what he liked to call his pet. - if you’re so impatient, might as well play with yourself until I decide to go down on you.”

Now you’ve completely staring to lose it. He has never asked this before. Whatever switched on him tonight, it’s also switching you up for good. As it goes, you follow his instruction and start touching yourself. Your fingers work their way through under your skirt, only to feel how wet you already had gotten.

“Good girl. - his voice deep and husky as he gazes at your every move. - Feeling good already? - he caresses your thighs with his fingers. - No wonder, a whore like you would get off this easily.”

His words only arouse you more as you let out moans while rubbing yourself slowly and gently. He smirks whilst watching your face literally melting, as you bite your lip and stare into his eyes, as if you were giving him a little show.

“Look at you, - he scans you from head to toe, seeing your body in full ecstasy. - so hot and bothered tonight.”

You moan, one hand in your wet cunt and the other on your mouth as you try to hold yourself from letting out any more lewd sounds. Meanwhile, your man is watching your hand moving under your white skirt.

“I want to enjoy the view, if you don’t mind.” - he grabs your skirt and pulls it down in one try.

So fucking hot of him.

You grab his collar, making Sanji’s body hover over yours. After moaning in his ear, you whisper:

“If I’m your bitch you gotta treat me like one. - you say, untying the buttons of his shirt eagerly. - so give me your cock already, Sanji.”

Something snapped in your lover’s eyes the moment you grabbed his collar and whispered those words. It was pure excitement, growing more evident with each passing moment.

“Love, if you were so horny to begin with you should have just come to me, - he explains, cupping your cheek. - But it’s too late for that now so I might as well cum in you. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes yes, I want you to fill me up, please.” - you whine, parting your legs as you come close to climaxing from touching yourself so desperately.

His mind goes crazy. Sanji takes off his shirt and reveals the body you so much adored all while you unbuckle his belt, attempting to lower his pants when he pushes you against the bed.

He takes the hand which you were teasing yourself with and kisses it, purposely not letting you hit your orgasm. His head goes down to your inner thighs, sucking on them until reaching your zone to which he forms a smirk.

“I wish you could see what I’m seeing. - he says, starting to rub your clit and sucking through the fabric of your panties. - Such a wet mess, all for me.”

You try to restrain your moans, but Sanji was making you almost come with your panties on, let alone what’d happen if he -

“Ah!”- you moan loudly as the blonde pulls down your panties and sucks on your clit while teasing two fingers around your hole. - Ah, fuck, Sanji!”

You whine, pushing your head back and pulling his hair once he puts them in and out slowly at first, only to pick up the pace as he hears your moans go louder.

“Fuck? - he hums, the vibration hitting your zone. - Fuck what, love? This tight hole of yours?”

Shameless. He’s going completely out to eating you like an animal.

You don’t know what has gotten into him but, it was so fucking hot. No matter what, Sanji always goes down on you with so much love. His tongue seems like it’s programmed to find your most sensitive spots and make you feel blessed.

His fingers pick up the pace, making you shout his name multiple times before coming close again.

“let me, Sanji… - you beg, seeing how the your precious love-cook had no intention on letting you finish that easily. He was already making you numb with his fingers alone. - Just let me come already, why you gotta be so mean?!”

“Asking won’t get you nowhere. - he says, inserting his tongue deep into you. - And calling me mean makes you sound like an ungrateful slut, love.”

“Sluts should be thankful then? How can I thank you?” - You lick your lips as you observe his tie still being the only piece of clothing he has on his torso, making him look so sexy. Truly, you swore to yourself you’d let this man do unspeakable things but also a part of you wanted to drive him crazy, make him whimper and cry under your touch.

“Thank me? Oh, trust me love you’re doing enough. - he claims, noticing you’re close. - But if you’re feeling so grateful, might as well finish like the good girl you are.”

It doesn’t take long before you finish on his face, letting out a scream of ecstasy.

Thus, you grab his tie, still hardly breathing, making him to look up to you.

He meets your gaze and licks his lips.

“Fuck, - you cuss out, - you look so pretty like that.”

Once he hears the satisfaction in your voice, Sanji smirks and approaches:

“You want to taste yourself, darling?”- he asks and you nod, pulling him by his collar, kissing him so deeply that he could swear feeling your tongue going down his throat.

“Who’s the bitch now?”- you smirk, attempting to catch him off guard. Little did you know that there was no taming him tonight. Once his eyes meet yours, watching his gaze, you gulp:

“How about you tell me? -

He opens your mouth with his long and tender fingers, inserting two of them in there. You moan, looking at his blue grey eyes intensely.

“Yes, just like that. - he says breathily, - look at that this mouth can do, goodness…”

You suck on his fingers, licking your own cum from them so eagerly. Sanji caresses your cheek with his other hand and says:

“Someone is growing too desperate, - he pushes your bottom lip down with his thumb, - such a needy whore you are.”

Fuck.

Seeing Sanji all worked up like this; his smoky eyes looking down on you, his golden hair already a mess, his tie still hanging on his chest and those strong arms of his that are now surrounding you, his body hovering yours. You felt protected, loved and cared for, but most of all…

“Please Sanji, do me now harder than ever…” - you manage to say breathily, whining about how much you needed him inside of you now.

“You sure? - he starts to take off his shorts painfully slowly. - You want me to fuck you hard, love?”

You bite your lip and nod, looking at Sanji’s hands whilst he unbuckles his pants, leaving you with a great view to witness as he reveals his cock already hard and striving to get deep within you.

“Beg for it.”

He demands while stroking his cock, making you even more eager than before.

“I … - words are hardly coming out of you as your mind is distracted at him touching himself like that.

He teases your entrance with his tip.

“Sanji! - as you moan his name, Sanji smirks and asks again:

“Beg.”

You turn to look away as you stutter out your desperation: “Please, Sanji, please… I can’t take much more of this torture, put your slutty cock where it belongs.”

“Look at me, - he holds your chin up, - you’ll do as I say if you want me to -

Sanji interrupts himself with a groan once his thing grinds against your entry because of your sudden hip movement. You were clearly teasing him and he knows and… he likes it.

“Fuck, - he cusses out, as he grinds his thing against your entry, stroking himself harder, knowing that you were already wet enough and ready for him, - this is gonna be so good, love. I’ll fuck my pretty whore so so good.”

Your eyes shut and your hands clench into the bed sheets, eyes gazing over his cock which looked so good in his hand, slowly entering you. Once you feel the tip going in, your mouth is already drooling. Sanji groans, feeling his length wrapped up all good by your tight walls.

He places a hand on your lower stomach, feeling proud of himself because of how deep he is within you. Then, all that confidence and amusement is reflected in his eyes which turn to yours, easily reading through them and realising how much you loved him doing you like this.

“Ahhh, love. - he moans, beginning to thrust into you slowly. - you’ve been waiting for this all day or what? You’re clenching so good around me.”

As your body gets hotter and hotter, his words only add gasoline to the fire burning inside of you.

“Hnngh, Sanji… - the way his name drops out your mouth like honey, how you grab into his arms as his thrusts become stronger, the way you bite your lip and keep whining about how amazing it feels… all of this was making Sanji experience sensations out of this world. - you’re so good to me.”

“Is that so? - his breath gets heavier, a hand travelling up your throat, grabbing with a light grip on it. - show me how good you feel then. I want you to keep moaning like the dirty bitch you are.”

“Ahhh, fuck… - you shout out loud, feeling his dick go deeper with every thrust. His hand chokes your neck, thumb reaching to your lower lip, brushing it off gently.- Sanji!”

“That’s right, baby. - he groans, surrendering as he clenches his hands on the sheets while looking at your pretty face. You put your hands around his shoulders, scratching it with your nails.

“You wanted my cock so badly didn’t you? - Sanji grabs a hold of your hips, pushing them down with each thrust. - Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I… ahhh shit… - you try to blur out the words. - I want you to break me, love.”

With those words, Sanji takes a hold of your legs and puts them over his shoulders, giving you a new angle which made both of you moan loudly as the pace of his thrusts increases.

“F-fuck, baby… - he stutters, biting his lip as he puhes his head back with a groan. - letting me fuck you like this, what a good girl you are… yes… yes you’re so … ahhh..”

“Sanji, - your hand reaches to pull him in but he reacts quickly, taking a hold of both of your hands and holding them with his on top of your head. - you’re enjoying it right? You like violating my pussy like that, don’t you?”

“Hnghh, s-shut your mouth…” - he says, panting heavily.

“I thought you wanted it opened wide?”

“For fucks sake… - he shakes his head with a smirk. - you want me to fuck your mouth too? Needy slut, wants me to go down her throat until she can hardly breathe.”

“Ahh, yess… - you exclaim, - but finish this first-

Sanji interrupts you as he tightens the grip he has on your hands, staring at your chest as your boobs bounce back and forth. Irresistible, he thinks as he leans in to suck on your nipples. His tongue goes on circular motions, soft lips pulling and slightly biting them. He gropes them with his other hand, as he keeps thrusting, he slaps your boobs and massages them harshly.

“Who knew you liked it rough too… - he smirks as he gets closer to whisper in your ear, his hand still grabbing yours as he caresses your palm with his thumb, - you wanted to be a whore for me, - you feel his cock getting even harder inside you, - you wanted me to slut you out.”

He was right, such a mess you were for him. He grabs onto your thighs, sticking his nails and biting them, leaving a hickey or two before feeling himself getting closer and closer to climaxing.

“Sanji I can’t last longer, - you try to pull away from his grip as your hands were desperate to touch him, - I want you to cum in me, please.”

“What’s that? - he smirks between heavy breaths, - my pretty slut has reached her limit? Alright then, - he lets go from your hands, - be a darling and cum all over my cock.”

“Fuuuuck, - you moan, holding onto his strong biceps as you both finish simultaneously. Your wish comes true as he fills you up inside with his warm semen, dripping out your hole. He came a lot, more than usual.

After a loud groan, he collapses on your body, still trying to catch his breath.

“Goodness… - you say, patting the back of his head. - Sanji?”

You check on him only to see a wide smile on his face.

“What a perv…” - you say with a smile on your face as he chuckles.

“I figured that you love every version of me. - he claims, wrapping himself up your arms.

“Of course I do, - you bite your lip before you claim:

Next time I’ll show you something else.”

Sanji widens his eyes, as his lips can’t stop forming a smile.

Something else, huh?

[feirceangel]

Imagine | Slice of Life (Luffy)

Imagine getting into a food fight and then cleaning up :)

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, bathing, non-sexual nudity, general good vibes.

Word Count: 1,056

(Not my gif)

"What's going on?" You ask with arms crossed.

"Nuf'n," comes the mumbled reply from Luffy. His face is stuffed full of the cake you had just finished icing, frosting plastered all over his face.

"Sure," you drawl, shaking your head.

Honestly, you excepted nothing less from Luffy. You know him better than anyone else. That's why you actually made two cakes and hid the other one where he can't get his grubby hands on it.

"You weren't supposed to eat that."

"But it was right here," he whines.

"No excuse."

He slowly pushes a piece of the cake across the table towards you.

"I saved you a piece."

You can't help but smile at that display of affection. Luffy is notorious for not sharing his food, but he always shares with you.

"Thanks, Luff," you grab a fork and sit down. "I'll forgive you this time."

He laughs, "You always forgive me, Y/n!"

You flick some cake from your fork and hit him directly on the forehead, "Only cause you're a dumbass."

He laughs harder at that, sending a splat of cake onto your cheek as he does.

Your laughter joins his as you stand and smush a larger piece of the frosted goodness into his face. He sits still for a minute before bolting to his feet and smashing his lips against yours.

Taken by surprise, you are quick to return the favour. The taste of cake on your tongue coupled with Luffy's lips is a heavenly sensation.

He breaks away with a huge grin, “I’m your dumbass, dumbass.”

You wipe some of the cake from his cheek, “We should go get washed up. You’re a mess.”

“So are you, shishishi,” he giggles.

“You two are making me sick!” Nami exclaims, having been silently judging you two for having a food fight as she sat in the corner and flipped through her ledger.

You and Luffy simultaneously stick out your tongues in her direction.

She rolls her eyes and goes back to ignoring you both. You know it’s all in good fun, Nami is your best friend after all. She just likes to tease you.

The weather has been excellent today, not a cloud in the sky. But you told Sanji you’d make dessert today, so that’s why you were in the kitchen. Luffy had snuck in after you went to tell Sanji that the cakes were done.

Now, you grab Luffy’s warm hand and drag him into the bathroom, serious about getting clean.

“Y/n, I don’t wanna,” he grumbles.

“But we’re filthy,” you reason. “Besides, I thought you didn’t mind bathing with me? Do you want me to go?”

You turn to leave, embarrassed at assuming he wanted to share a bath with you. Before you can walk out the door, hands grab your shoulders and spin you around.

Luffy pouts at you, having stretched his arms to stop you.

“Don’t leave! I didn’t mean that,” he pulls you close and you let him. “I like spending alone time with you.”

“Same here, Luff.”

You smile at him and he returns the grin. Turning the tap on, you fill the tub with hot water, adding sweet smelling suds.

Meanwhile, Luffy’s taken off his hat and shirt, tossing them on the floor. You grab a soft washcloth, getting the worst of the cake off of Luffy before focusing on yourself.

Stripping down, you and Luffy quickly step into the shower to rinse off before sinking down into the soapy water of the bath.

The tub has more than enough room for you both, but Luffy wraps his arms around you and draws you close to him. You lean back against him, smiling in his embrace.

It’s the tender moments like these that bring a swell of warmth to your heart.

Sure, you always know how much love you have for each other, but there’s something special in these quiet moments.

Normally, you’re both boisterous and loud. Making jokes and going on adventures. The last battle you went through had seriously drained your energy though. Luffy seems to realize that you need this downtime.

He slowly rubs circles into your arm with the washcloth, lazily washing you.

You let him, relaxing as he gentle cleanses you.

“Luffy, thank you.”

“What for?” He genuinely sounds confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Just, for being here and being you.”

“I’m always here for you, silly,” he pats your head.

“I know, I just want you to know I appreciate you.”

You take the cloth from his hand as you give him a small kiss.

“My turn,” you guide him in front of you, wanting to have a turn as the big spoon.

He obliged without question, resting his head on your bosom and gazing up into your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” you kiss his forehead as you tenderly wash his chest.

Your hands cover each of his scars, replacing the traumatic memories of how he acquired them with your loving touch instead.

Water hot around you, you secure your arms around him, sighing contentedly into the crook of his neck.

He giggles and twists to kiss your lips again, “That tickles.”

“Whoops,” you chuckle back, chasing his lips when he moves away. “Get back here.”

He splashes you with water, effectively leaving you sputtering. You grin with fire in your eyes and return the onslaught of water tenfold.

The laughter must be extremely loud, cause a bang of the door interrupts your water fight.

“Don’t make a mess in there!”

You exchange a look with Luffy before guffawing loudly, “Too late, Nami!!”

She cusses you both out loudly as you laugh hysterically and continue your fight.

“We really should get out now though,” you say after it’s calmed down a bit.

He pouts and scrunches his face.

“Guess what?” You say as you start drawing the tub and grab a fluffy towel to dry off.

“What?”

You grin mischievously, “I made two cakes.”

His eyes light up brightly, “Really?!!”

By now, you’re already clothed and have your hand on the door handle.

“Yup, and it’s all mine!” You laugh as you race from the room, leaving Luffy behind as his legs get tangled in his shorts.

“Wait, Y/n-“ he yells after you.

Laughing, you race to the kitchen, Luffy close behind you.

[rainbowmoonstonestories]

Why The Caged Bird Sings | Chapter 2

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Liveaction) Rating: Explicit Relationships Vinsmoke Sanji x F!Reader Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Patty, Red Leg Zeff, Original Characters, Strawhat crew. Warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, minor POV switching. Summary: One night, you were brought to the luxurious Baratie Restaurant Ship, renowned for its exceptional cuisine that your family had been intrigued to sample. A particular blond and comely waiter captured your attention with his charming smile and gentle eyes, but while your beauty and sophistication intrigued him, Sanji also observed the profound nervousness that caused your jaw and body muscles to tense whenever your fiancé made contact with your hand or your parents delivered a humiliating criticism towards you. One dinner at the Baratie soon turned into a recurring event, and then more. As your friendship with Sanji slowly evolved into something that burned from within, you strove to make your longstanding dream come true; freeing yourself from a constricting existence. ------------------------- As Sanji looked at you curiously, the gentle smile never leaving his face, you asked him, "Do you know why the caged bird sings?" He thought about it for a moment before answering, "Because it has a song to give?" You chuckled at his response and shook your head. "You're not entirely wrong, but no."

Divider by firefly-graphics

Trigger Warning: Minor physical abuse and threats included.

Feel free to read this on AO3 if it is more comfortable for you due to its length. I only ask to support me with a like and reblog if you enjoy my work. ☺️

As you made your way back to the island, an oppressive atmosphere of tension enveloped the ship. Your father, unable to look you in the eye, clearly carried a burden of shame due to your actions at the Baratie. Your mother's disappointment and disgust towards your lack of respect for your fiancé were unmistakable and she struggled to conceal them. Moreover, Christopher consistently displayed his disdain for Sanji, derogatorily labeling him as "the nasty waiter".

Your head pounded, the throbbing intensifying with every incessant complaint. Just when you felt like you couldn’t tolerate that situation anymore, Admiral Wheeler stepped in, declaring that it was late and everyone needed rest. Seizing the opportunity, you swiftly escaped to your cabin, firmly shutting the door before Christopher could follow you inside.

Despite your exhaustion, sleep eluded you as thoughts of the Baratie, particularly Sanji's captivating and genuine gaze, consumed your mind. Never before had someone been able to understand your true self with just a single glance like he did. The way he shielded you from Chris' fury at the bar, protecting you, filled your heart with an unfamiliar sense of happiness.

The next day, you formulated a plan to secretly meet up with your friends, using the excuse of going grocery shopping as a cover. As you recounted your experience and encounter with the charming chef from the restaurant, your best friend Mari instantly offered her enthusiastic support, suggesting that she join you to meet him again in the future. While you didn't necessarily object to the idea, you had to decline Mari's offer. You explained that he seemed quite flirtatious, leading you to doubt your chances with someone who likely wasn't interested in committing to a serious relationship. However, Mari quickly dismissed your concerns, stating that if Sanji had an interest in you, it didn't truly matter. Rubio, Marlo, and Rory also encouraged you to end things with Christopher and pursue a job at the Baratie instead.

By that point, your friends had become your chosen family, wholeheartedly embracing you for who you truly were. With them, you experienced a newfound sense of liberation, able to express your unique style through your clothing and jewelry, without the worry of judgment or ridicule. Despite Marlo and Rory being an enstablished couple, you never felt uncomfortable or out of place when you were around them. Instead, they served as an inspiration for the kind of relationship you desired - one marked by the freedom to authentically and unconditionally fall in love, without any sense of obligation.

As the days went by, your life became increasingly suffocating. Countless dinners and business meetings stretched out endlessly, and all you longed for was to release a scream of frustration and vanish, never to return. Gradually, Christopher stopped questioning you and started acting as if nothing had happened. It became clear that as long as he could showcase you like a prized possession, the man was satisfied enough.

Two weeks later, you were taken aback and completely perplexed when your fiancé expressed his desire to have a private date at the Baratie, just the two of you. Considering his dislike for Sanji and your obvious attraction to the chef, this was the last thing you anticipated from Chris.

When you confronted him about his shift in demeanor, he nonchalantly shrugged and explained that the cuisine at the Baratie was unmatched in his opinion. He believed that nothing else could compare now that he had tasted it and simply desired more. In his eyes, Sanji was just an average man with no significant status, and Christopher saw no reason to be bothered by his presence any longer.

What truly unsettled you was Christopher's uncharacteristic restlessness, coupled with his insistence on having a serious conversation with you over dinner. Deep down, a sinking feeling hinted that you already had an inkling of what it might be about, but you fought to suppress those thoughts, reassuring yourself that you could be completely mistaken.

Your friends made a sincere effort to persuade you otherwise, understanding the unease that consumed you at the thought of going to the Baratie alone with a man who might potentially make unwanted advances. Unfortunately, you felt trapped and unable to decline, as your parents had you cornered with their scrutinizing stares.

On the other hand, Mari attempted to find a glimmer of hope amidst your turmoil, suggesting that this unpleasant occurance could present an opportunity to cross paths with Sanji once again. All you had to do was pretend to be exhausted and make sure to keep your distance from Christopher's reach.

Fortunately, Christopher remained silent and somewhat distant throughout the entire journey to the floating establishment, though you could still sense a certain uneasiness emanating from him. His silence allowed you to finally lose yourself in a book you had been struggling to finish for weeks, savoring the invigorating, salty breeze on the ship's deck. As the sun began to set and dinnertime approached, the chilly atmosphere sent a shiver down your spine. Your dress provided little coverage and offered no warmth, but it wasn't a choice you had made personally. Your mother had selected the attire for you, and as she perused your closet, she appeared unusually radiant, humming to herself. It was not a promising sign.

The moment you spotted the restaurant ship in the distance, your heart leapt into your throat. You clung to the hope that Sanji could help you escape your predicament once again, but you knew that such a possibility was unlikely with Christopher by your side and no other means of diversion.

Yet, internally, you scolded yourself for allowing a complete stranger to have such a profound impact on you. You didn't want to develop an attachment to the first attractive man who showed a level of care and kindness that surpassed anything your own father had ever demonstrated. So why were you unable to erase the memory of the cook's smile even after more than 15 days?

You had no desire for a paternal figure in your life, not even in the slightest. Instead, what you truly yearned for was a man who could be your perfect counterpart, someone who could complete you as you completed him. You longed for an equal and a confidant, a lover whom you could trust with every part of yourself and who would willingly open his heart to you in return.

No matter how long you had known Christopher and his father, he was not the person you were seeking.

As you stepped onto the wooden docks, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of numerous ships docked in front of the restaurant. Eavesdropping on conversations, you discovered that many people were so enchanted by the exquisite cuisine at the Baratie that they had chosen to extend their stay.

According to Christopher, he had to wait at least 10 days to secure a reservation for the two of you, and even your family encountered difficulties in finding an available table.Sanji had shared with you that the head chef at the Baratie didn't value his culinary creativity, relegating him to serving tables as a form of punishment. If the restaurant's quality was already remarkable even without Sanji in the kitchen, you could only envision how extraordinary it could become if he were given the chance to be a regular chef.

To be honest, the rice that Sanji cooked for you was unbelievably delicious, surpassing everything else on your plate that you had ever tasted.

As you encountered the same fishman at the entrance, he greeted you with utmost courtesy and a friendly smile. Following him down the stairs to a small, circular table at the center, you couldn't help but scan the room in anticipation of catching a glimpse of Sanji. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found, leaving you with a bitter feeling of letdown.

As soon as you both sat down, Christopher promptly felt the need to unbutton the collar of his formal jacket, commenting on how warm the restaurant was with a nervous chuckle. You raised an eyebrow at him, finding the temperature perfectly comfortable and to your liking.

In that moment, it was impossible for you to ignore the fact that something was undeniably amiss. Compared to your previous "dates," Christopher seemed noticeably more preoccupied, his mind seemingly burdened by a specific concern that caused him to sweat profusely.

In a strange way, his peculiar behavior brought a sense of relief, as it kept him from becoming overly affectionate or intrusive. However, a nagging voice in your mind persisted, urging you to escape at once, even if it meant taking control of your parents' ship and leaving him stranded at the Baratie.

Lost in your thoughts, you remained silent as Christopher continued to mutter to himself. However, when you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of your eye, you had to verify that your mind wasn't deceiving you.

And there he was, Sanji the cook, placing a tantalizing steak in front of a customer. His face wore a serious and irritated expression, but as he turned, his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, your eyes met in a deep stare. A knot formed in your stomach as his lips curved into a captivating, flirtatious, and pleasantly surprised smile.

He stood there, motionless, his eyes fixed on you from a distance, and you couldn't help but reciprocate with a smile of your own.

"So, what would you like to eat?" Chris asked, holding the menu in front of you.

With a sense of déjà vu, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from Sanji and shifted your attention to the menu, but a wave of nausea washed over you as Christopher's hand brushed against yours.

Evidently, you had claimed victory far too soon.

"I'm in the mood for some meat tonight.”

You clenched your fists, causing your knuckles to whiten as you tightened your grip on the tablecloth.

"Meat? I thought you didn't want to eat that," he remarked.

You often pondered how oblivious he was to your actions, eventually concluding that even if he did notice, he likely wouldn't care.

"Let me guess. My mother told you it's bad for my health," you responded sardonically.

He scratched the back of his neck and replied, "Heh, well. Yes.”

“What a surprise.”

You glanced around cautiously, hoping to catch another glimpse of Sanji, but he had already disappeared. Meanwhile, Christopher grew increasingly agitated as he checked his pockets, only to release a sigh of relief when he found whatever he had been frantically searching for.

"Is everything alright?" you asked him.

"Hmm? Oh yes, everything is fine," he replied absentmindedly.

Your heart sank as a different waiter approached the table to take your order. This pale, young man wore a shy smile, suggesting that he was a new addition to the staff. However, he exuded a natural confidence and competence that immediately filled you with a comforting sense of warmth.

Just... he wasn't the one you were hoping to see.

Furthermore, Christopher's growing restlessness was beginning to try your patience. He couldn't seem to stay still, constantly fidgeting in his chair and looking around as if he were disoriented. He frequently adjusted the collar of his shirt, which was becoming drenched with his nervous perspiration.

Ignoring him, you drank the refreshing, ice-cold water that the waiter had poured into your glass, feeling your throat parched from your increasing frustration. Suddenly, you wished you had ordered something stronger.

When your food arrived, the enticing aroma of the steak enveloped your senses, causing your mouth to water the moment it was delicately placed in front of you. The rich, creamy sauce that coated it left you longing for more, as if you hadn't eaten in days.

With anticipation, you picked up the polished silverware, prepared to take your first bite. However, your excitement quickly waned when Christopher let out a long, deep sigh and nearly pushed his own plate aside, leaving it untouched.

"That's it. I need to do it now."

Your actions came to a halt, and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you talking about?”

Christopher cleared his throat once again, reaching into his inner pocket. He retrieved a small black velvet box and placed it on the table, sliding it towards you with care. In that moment, it felt as if all color had drained from your face.

"I had planned to do this after dessert, but I can't wait any longer. Can you please open it?" he asked, his voice filled with apprehension.

Your fingers trembled, causing the fork and knife to slip from your grip and clang against the plate. A surge of dread washed over you as you cautiously took the box and opened it, revealing a sparkling ring that seemed overly large and ostentatious, far from your own personal style.

"What your mother mentioned to us two weeks ago got me thinking. We've known each other for quite a while now, haven't we? We shouldn't waste any more time. Let’s get married," he said bluntly.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your heart pounding in your chest, as if it were about to burst and make you collapse. Deep down, you had a premonition that this was what he had planned all along, which is precisely why you had felt such a strong urge to flee, regretting ever accepting his invitation in the first place.

You didn't need to ponder it because you already knew the answer, and it was one that nobody was going to find satisfying.

"Chris, let me ask you something. Are you genuinely convinced that this would even work out?" you questioned.

"I don't see any reason why it wouldn't," he replied with a shrug.

"We might have known each other for a few years, but you don't even love me," you stated.

"So what? I like you enough to consider you worthy of being a good wife."

You swallowed hard, summoning your courage. "But we have nothing in common. We are complete opposites. How can you even believe that we are meant to be together?”

His expression hardened in a way you had never witnessed before. "Look, I don't see why this is even relevant. All I expect from you is to become the wife I deserve and the mother of my children.”

Hearing that, the pressing need to stand up and storm out of the restaurant overcame you, never wanting to see his face again. "How did we even go from talking about marriage to discussing having children?"

"That's what married couples do, right?"

"So this is all I am to you? A mere trophy to be won? Just an object to put on display and bear your children without any say or consent?" you inquired, seething with resentment and utter disgust.

Christopher's jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened to a degree that sent a shiver down your spine. "This is what you are meant to do. It's the reason why you were promised to me," he stated coldly.

You knew that you were expected to comply, and maybe, if this had happened just a little while ago, you might have accepted his proposal even if it tore you apart inside. But this time, everything felt different.

You felt different.

You closed the box, carefully placing it on the table, and slid it back to him. "I'm sorry. The answer is no.”

In retrospect, you should have anticipated that he wouldn't take it lightly.

"No? NO???" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and anger. "It's what your parents want too, so you MUST do as they say!" he insisted.

His increasing frustration and sense of entitlement only served to further distance you. As his voice grew louder, you became more self-conscious, aware of the stares from other customers as they turned to look in your direction.

Nervously, you implored Chris to lower his voice. "You won't achieve anything screaming at me, Chris. Please, let's talk about this later," you said, hoping to soothe his frayed nerves.

"Oh, no. Everyone needs to know what a damn bitch you are."

The whispers around you grew more audible, heightening your feelings of embarrassment and mortification.

"Give me a valid reason for not marrying me," he demanded. "Enough with the bullshit!”

Despite feeling intimidated by his unexpected outburst, you refused to allow your determination to crumble.

You knew it was audacious, but you managed to astonish even yourself as all the venom within you poured out without restraint. "I would rather die than marry someone like you."

It took a moment for the events that followed your confession to sink in. Suddenly, your head was forcefully turned to the side, accompanied by a throbbing pain that spread across your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. The room filled with gasps, and as the harsh reality of the situation settled in, you forced yourself to look back at Christopher, gently brushing your already swollen face with your fingertips.

Christopher was panting, trembling with anger. His eyes were filled with nothing but a toxic and malevolent disdain. "Your parents were right. You are such a disappointment.”

You had to concentrate on controlling your own breathing now, but the shock from the slap had rendered you motionless, trapped in the chair, immobilized by fear.

And yet, you allowed yourself to let out another stinging sentence. "I might be a disappointment, but you sure as hell are far from a real man.”

Christopher stood up and seized the edge of the table, flipping it over with a sudden, powerful force. You watched in dismay as the food tumbled down, landing in a chaotic mess of broken glass and ceramic shards.

It was a distressing and painful sight to witness, such a terrible waste.

Christopher was far from finished, especially when it came to you. Before you could even react, he forcefully pulled your hair back, his teeth gritted dangerously close to your face.

"Maybe I should ruin this pretty face of yours. See then if any other man will ever want your pathetic existence in his life.”

Your mouth opened, but no sound emerged. You remained seated, steeling yourself for whatever was about to transpire.

And then, like a beacon of light amidst the darkness, you heard a familiar voice.

"I thought the rules were clear sir: no wasting food, and no fights in the Baratie."

Sanji appeared by your side, his blue eyes emanating a menacing glare, assuming his customary pose with his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Ah, here comes the fancy jerk," Christopher said with an amused grin, letting go of your hair and straightening himself up.

Sanji stood his ground, showing no signs of being affected by the threatening tone of your ex-fiancé. In a firm voice, he cautioned, "I would strongly advise you to step away from her."

Chris let out a boisterous laugh. "What are you, her lapdog?" he sneered. "Perhaps I should teach you some manners. Let's see if you still want to meddle in other people's fucking business.”

In a split second, Christopher retrieved a gun from his holster, but even before he had a chance to point it at Sanji, the cook reacted with lightning speed, moving in a blur. With a quick and fluid motion, Sanji lifted his left leg and expertly kicked the gun out of Christopher's hand, causing it to clatter loudly as it hit the floor. Filled with a mixture of shock and escalating rage, Christopher let out a ferocious growl, launching himself at Sanji with the intention of landing a powerful punch. However, effortlessly evading Christopher's attack, Sanji countered with another forceful kick aimed at his face. The impact was so powerful that it immediately caused the man's nose to start bleeding.

As you looked up, you saw Sanji standing before you once again, his gaze resting on Christopher's pitiful figure. His blond hair partially obscured the left side of his face, while his leg remained slightly elevated as he readjusted his hands in his pants pockets.

In that moment, your breath caught in your throat, leaving you momentarily speechless at the unexpected display of Sanji's strength and agility.

Regaining his composure, Chris charged forward a second time, moving with surprising speed despite his disheveled and worn-out appearance. ”That is no way to deal with a customer!”

"And that is not how you treat a respectable lady, you shithead," Sanji shot back, his irritation evident in his scowl and rising anger in his voice. Any semblance of professional courtesy had long vanished.

As your heart raced with excitement, the sound of Christopher's approaching footsteps sent alarm bells ringing in your mind, erasing any trace of a smile that was about to appear on your face.

"How did you put it? No fights? Well, now you've made it personal.”

After wiping the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his jacket, Christopher took on a fighting stance and cracked his knuckles. He continued to taunt Sanji, just as he always did when confronting the pirates he despised so vehemently.

Once again, the cook seemed unimpressed. "You're only going to end up hurting yourself," he said nonchalantly.

If there was one thing you had learned about Chris the hard way, it was that he didn't take kindly to being challenged or disrespected. Sanji's dismissive and mocking manners only served to further ignite his fury, prompting him to charge at your savior with a fierce battle cry.

Despite Christopher's attempts to land blows on Sanji, each one was easily blocked, deflected, or completely avoided by the blond's incredible skills. Sanji's movements focused solely on his legs as he relentlessly unleashed a barrage of kicks to Christopher's head, chest, and abdomen.

You watched the scene in awe, completely captivated by the way Sanji's hair swayed in front of his eyes, only to be brushed back with a quick head movement. He pivoted gracefully, delivering a final, forceful kick that sent Christopher sprawling onto his back. Your ex-fiancé, unwilling to give up, relied on his Marine training, summoning enough resilience to rise to his feet again. However, before he could take another step forward, the sound of a gun being cocked echoed from behind him.

A tall man with a towering chef's hat, dressed in a white cook uniform and sporting an incredibly long braided blond mustache, brought him to an abrupt halt. He pressed the cold barrel of the weapon against the back of Christopher's head.

"That's enough," he commanded. "Get out of my restaurant. Now.”

Christopher's demeanor underwent a sudden and dramatic transformation, shifting from the confidence of a fierce lion to the innocence of a timid mouse. With his hands raised in the air, his current posture stood in stark contrast to his previous aggression.

The man in charge, unmistakably asserting his authority, positioned himself between Christopher and Sanji without lowering his weapon. Upon closer observation, you noticed that his right leg was actually a wooden peg.

"My father won't be pleased with this. This place is nothing but a damn hellhole, and you're no better than those filthy pirates," Christopher proclaimed, his voice dripping with hatred and contempt.

“I said, out!”

The owner's commanding voice resonated with such force that it echoed throughout the entire dining room. The authoritative command seemed to make even Christopher flinch, and just as he was about to turn and leave, his gaze unexpectedly locked onto you one last time.

"You'll pay for this, Y/N," he warned, his words carrying the weight of a vengeful promise.

Without hesitation, Sanji moved towards Christopher, but his path was intercepted by the head chef, who firmly pressed his hand against Sanji's chest, effectively restraining him.

As Christopher picked up his pistol from the floor and hurriedly left, you watched his figure fade away, his fingers clutching a bloodied nose. A profound sense of relief washed over you the moment he disappeared, but the emotional toll left you too drained to even move or rise. Your gaze drifted downward to the ruined food scattered about, and a wave of guilt engulfed you as you acknowledged the wasted efforts.

“Are you all right?”

You were greeted by a calm and soothing voice, tinged with a hint of roughness. As you turned your head, you found the chef leaning slightly over you, attentively examining your face. You could feel your cheek growing warmer and irritatingly swollen.

You managed to muster only a nod and allowed a smile to finally grace your lips. "I apologize for this mess, sir.”

The man placed his hands on his hips, letting out a frustrated sigh as he surveyed the chaos caused by Christopher's rampage. Your attention was drawn to more workers emerging from the kitchen, each carrying brooms, cleaning rugs, and trays to collect the scattered debris.

"Come on, Little Eggplant, take her to the kitchen," the chef instructed Sanji before shifting his attention to the others present. "Get back to your meals, folks. There's nothing to see here.”

The tension in the room was palpable as the customers made an effort to mind their own business but struggled to do so. Some sat in silence, their attention back to their now cold food, while others discreetly stole glances in your direction, seeking reassurance that your condition was not too severe.

As Sanji drew near, he came unexpectedly close to your face. One hand extended towards you, while the other delicately reached out to touch your upper back, conveying a gentle gesture of care. "Can you stand?" he asked softly.

"I think so," you confirmed, lightly brushing his palm with your fingertips as you pushed yourself upright. Your legs felt slightly unsteady, but you had no reason to worry about them giving way because Sanji was there, supporting your waist and guiding you towards the kitchen.

Everything happened so quickly that you were still trying to grasp the full extent of the situation. Rumors had been circulating about the Baratie not being an ordinary restaurant, but rather an establishment managed by a former pirate who had found solace in the Sambas Region. If anything, witnessing the owner's imposing presence and being privy to Sanji's astounding combat prowess only served to deepen your admiration.

As you entered the kitchen through the swinging wooden doors, all the workers inside turned their gaze towards you, their faces showing a mix of surprise and perplexity. They were taken aback by the commotion outside and the presence of a stranger being brought into their workspace.

Sanji guided you to an unoccupied table tucked away in a secluded corner of the room. He invited you to take a seat and made sure to stay by your side until you were comfortably settled. You quietly watched as he removed his black jacket and casually placed it over the back of a nearby chair, revealing his well-defined physique accentuated by the long-sleeved button-up shirt he wore underneath.

He then approached a refrigerator, inspecting its contents and rolling up his sleeves.

You noticed the same pale young man who had taken your orders earlier, repeatedly looking back and forth between you and Sanji. However, he chose not to voice the question that was likely on everyone's mind and quickly returned to stirring the pot in front of him when he briefly made eye contact with you.

That is, until a man with brown skin, short blue hair, and a distinctive stubble decided to step forward. He wiped his hands on the front of his apron and furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed the redness on your cheek. "What happened?" he asked inquisitively.

"It's nothing, Patty. Get back to your work. I'll take care of this," Sanji replied, closing the fridge with something wrapped carefully in tinfoil in his hand.

Patty seemed unsure, but like the others, he chose not to inquire further and let the matter go. You watched as he skillfully diced the carrots and tossed them into the sizzling pan.

When Sanji returned and handed you the frozen leftovers to use as a makeshift ice pack for your cheek, you couldn't help but suppress a mental chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. He apologized for the inconvenience, explaining that their kitchen was not equipped to provide proper medical assistance.

Despite all the chaos and mess, you found Sanji's tenderness to be heartwarming. His gentle touch as he carefully wiped a cloth across the other side of your face, removing a droplet of meat sauce just below your cheekbone, evoked a feeling of care and comfort, surrounding you with a warm embrace.

Neither of you spoke, completely absorbed in a peaceful, tender moment as Sanji meticulously cleansed your skin and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your eye. Feeling your right cheek lightly graze against the cool tinfoil, a slight throb pulsed through, but the refreshing sensation provided immediate relief, easing the pain until it gradually faded into a barely noticeable ache.

The workers diligently carried out their tasks, bustling around the kitchen, cooking, and cleaning surfaces to remove any traces of flour and various ingredients. Patty occasionally took a quick peek in your direction, but he remained focused on his station behind the stove, choosing not to intervene.

After a while, you found it impossible to contain the soft giggle that escaped your lips, quickly blossoming into genuine laughter. Sanji looked at you with a mixture of confusion and amusement, but a smile slowly spread across his face.

“What is it?” He asked curiously.

"It's not exactly romantic for me to be sitting here with a frozen salmon pressed against my face, is it?”

Upon hearing your words, Sanji joined in laughter, not to mock you, but to create a lighthearted atmosphere and demonstrate that he didn't mind at all, as long as you were safe and out of Christopher's reach.

But then, a thought crossed his mind. "How did you know there's fish in there?”

You shrugged lightly in response. "I can smell it through the tinfoil."

"Your sense of smell is quite impressive, madam."

"Y/N, please," you reiterated. "What you did back there was absolutely incredible, by the way.”

And then, like a vessel propelled by a gust of wind, your lips continued to move on their own.

“How is it possible for you to be such an amazing cook, handsome, and even a formidable fighter? It’s way too much at once, it should be illegal.”

Although you were still overwhelmed by the combination of his talents, you inwardly chided yourself for the blunt nature of the comment you made. Your compliments caught Sanji off guard, and you were astonished by your uncharacteristically straightforward words. He glanced down with a bashful smile, chuckling to himself, clearly reveling in the boost to his ego.

"Shit. What am I saying? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blurt that out loud."

"No need to apologize… Y/N. I like your honesty. Please, feel free to keep it coming."

Sanji's warm smile and gentle blue eyes were the most captivating sights you had ever seen. In his presence, it felt natural for you to express genuine compliments, even though you would normally hesitate to speak so openly without the help of a drink. Perhaps it was the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins that temporarily allowed you to let go of your usual inhibitions.

As everything flooded back to you, your expression faltered. "Thank you for saving me out there. And I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

"It wasn't your fault," Sanji reassured you kindly.

But you, being compassionate by nature, shook your head. "That idiot was with me, so I should take responsibility for what he did. I was the one who provoked him, anyway," you acknowledged, shouldering a blame that didn't truly belong to you.

"Nah. Anyone with enough common sense would recognize what a bloody knobhead he is."

"He's the absolute worst, truly," you affirmed.

Sanji seemed to became expectant, and a trace of concern flashed in his eyes, as if he was apprehensive about what Christopher might have subjected you to beyond the confines of the Baratie.

In the end, you concluded that it wouldn't be so terrible or inappropriate to reveal the truth of what had taken place. "You see, he actually decided to propose to me tonight," you explained.

He adjusted his posture, straightening his back against the chair. "And you turned him down?"

“I did.”

"You don't love him, do you?"

“As if I ever could.”

It did feel strange to have such a conversation in the bustling kitchen of his restaurant, but with the constant noise of boiling water, sizzling meat, and knives chopping, you doubted that anyone would pay attention to the two of you discussing the unpleasantness of your former fiancé.

Sanji smiled once more, looking at you with fascination and pride. "I must say, you were wrong about one thing.”

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "About what?"

"Last time you told me that some birds are not meant to fly.”

Your eyes flickered. “Ah, yes. I remember that.”

“And yet, I see a beautiful one spreading its wings right in front of me.”

You blushed slightly, lowering the frozen salmon and running your thumb over the tinfoil covering it. "I suppose. Although I can anticipate a significant backlash coming my way, so I can’t get too comfortable now.”

"You should to stay away from that git."

“It's not just him that I'm worried about."

Sanji waited, expecting further explanation, but this time you simply looked into his eyes without offering any additional information.

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and absentmindedly tapped his fingertips against the table. "It's more complicated than that, isn't it?" he asked, sensing that there was more to the story.

You smiled back at him with a hint of sadness. "You have no idea.”

Sanji leaned forward, lightly brushing your left arm with the cloth he was still holding. "My offer still stands, sweetheart. If you ever need any help, you know where to find me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and a genuine willingness to support you.

Your heart fluttered, and the butterflies in your stomach intensified, swirling in an endless spiral. Although he had gained the reputation of a womanizer, you now realized that Mari had spoken the truth. There was a hidden depth to Sanji beyond his flirtatious demeanor, and you couldn't help but wonder if his charm served as a shield to conceal something tormenting him from within.

You felt an unexplainable pull towards Sanji and the mysterious depths that you could detect in him. However, you were hesitant to fully open up to this kind man, determined to keep your personal struggles separate from others. Despite the tempting offer and the looming dread of what awaited you, you remained resolute in your dedication to handling things in the proper manner, even though deep down, you yearned for the comfort and affection of someone else.

"Thank you, but don't worry about it. I can handle it on my own,” you assured. “Besides, you've already done more than enough for me.”

Unbeknownst to you, you found yourself instinctively leaning towards him, delicately touching his bare wrist. Your cool fingers glided over his warm skin, grazing the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. Sanji glanced down at your hand, and just as you were about to pull away, he flashed another irresistible, captivating smile that was difficult for you to ignore.

"There is one more thing I can do for you.”

"What do you mean?" you asked, sliding your fingers down to rest on the table.

"You couldn’t eat your food, could you?”

You bit your lower lip. "No. The jerk ruined it before I could take a bite."

"Well, I can't have you here at the Baratie with an empty stomach, what kind of man would I be?" he winked. "What would you like to eat? Shall I bring you the same order as before?"

You were surprised by his eagerness as he stood up from the chair and retrieved the white chef uniform that had been casually discarded on an empty counter.

A part of you still craved the tantalizing steak you had missed out on, but you came to the realization that anything prepared by Sanji would be equally exquisite. With a broad grin on your face, you presented the wrapped salmon to him, anticipating the culinary masterpiece he would create.

"It would be a shame not to make the most of this lifesaver fish. I have complete faith in your skills."

Filled with a newfound confidence, he carefully buttoned up his white jacket, unwrapped the leftovers, and selected a freshly cleaned pan from the kitchenware.

“Right away!”

Saying that Zeff was irritated was an understatement. Every now and then, there was that one customer ready to jeopardize everything he had worked so hard for, forcing him and his workers to clean and repair the damages caused. Now, two plates and glasses needed to be replaced with fresh new ones, the food had practically been trampled on the floor and couldn't be salvaged, and the tablecloth required an immediate thorough wash.

He could finally return to the kitchen, only to find Sanji happily cooking something without his specific permission. Their habit of arguing out loud due to Sanji's tendency to improvise dishes and deviate from the menu was a constant source of frustration for Zeff. It led him to repeatedly banish Sanji from any cooking responsibilities and demote him to the role of a waiter, which the young cook despised. And yet, as the stubborn Little Eggplant that he was, Sanji never seemed to learn.

To Zeff, there was nobody as talented as Sanji in his restaurant, but he knew that the sole reason for the young man to stay at the Baratie was the strong sense of obligation he nurtured for the head chef. Zeff wanted Sanji to realize the enormous amount of opportunities he was wasting, and if he had to push him the hard way every day to get it through his head, he was willing to do it for Sanji's own sake.

Zeff was on the verge of unleashing another loud complaint, but the words remained stifled in his mouth as soon as he caught sight of you sitting at the table, tucked away in a remote corner of the kitchen. A shy smile graced your lips as you hugged yourself, appearing delicate and out of place. In your presence, he couldn't bring himself to create a scene, realizing that the only reason Sanji had donned his cook uniform again was to feed you.

Whenever their eyes met, Sanji shot Zeff a threatening look, fully aware of the chef's constant scrutiny on his food preparation. It was evident that he was once again modifying one of his original dishes, but Zeff chose to hold back his reprimand for a later time.

As Sanji returned to the table and placed the plate of salmon in front of you, your face lit up and your smile became much more genuine and carefree. Zeff felt a subtle warmth in his chest the moment he witnessed your satisfaction in finally being able to indulge in the meal that had been denied to you. Zeff remained unwavering in his code of honor, both in the past and in the present, even though he used to find enjoyment in battles and feeling a sense of satisfaction from the blood of his enemies on his boots. He couldn't comprehend any valid justification for the scumbag you had come with to inflict harm upon an innocent person like yourself.

Sanji was expected to return to his duties after tending to your injury, but he instead chose to sit down in front of you and showed no intention of getting up. Zeff couldn't help but roll his eyes at his behavior as he collected the prepared meals and left to serve them to the customers himself.

Sanji had done it again. You hadn't even wanted fish when you arrived at the Baratie, but the meal he prepared was so scrumptious that it completely overshadowed the steak you missed out on. The Salmon Meunière, as he called it, was exquisitely delicate on the palate and unquestionably the most tender and flavorful salmon you had ever experienced. Lightly fried in oil, it was served with a buttery sauce, lemon juice, and parsley. The crispy coating melted on your tongue the moment it touched your taste buds. Sanji explained that while it was originally part of Zeff's restaurant menu, he took the liberty to enhance the recipe with his own personal touch.

The way Sanji could elevate a simple dish into an authentic masterpiece was truly beyond belief.

"I'm telling you, your talents are wasted on waiting tables," you exclaimed, gazing in awe at your now empty plate.

Sanji clicked his tongue and pursed his lips. "The old man wouldn't see it that way," he replied.

"But why? Just because you enjoy being creative with your cooking? If the outcome is this good, he would only gain from it.”

Sanji stared at you in silence, but then he flashed another sweet, captivating smile that instantly made your knees weak. "Do you truly mean that?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and a glimmer of vulnerability.

Hopefully, the blush coloring your cheeks wasn't too noticeable in the dim light of the kitchen. "Of course. And I could tell him as well.”

He chuckled softly. "I appreciate it, but you definitely don't want to see Zeff when he's angry.”

You playfully tapped his hand. "Oh, come on. He can't be worse than my ex.”

Upon hearing that, Sanji was reminded of how your former fiancé had treated you. His gaze shifted back to the right side of your face, which, although no longer as swollen as before, still caused intermittent tingling and twinges of pain.

"Zeff is a man of honor," he replied. "From my personal experience, I can vouch for that.”

You raised an eyebrow as you scrutinized his expression. While his left eye was partially obscured by his hair, the other one shimmered in the gentle glow, captivating your attention.

"Ah, I see now. He's not just your boss, is he? There's something more going on between the two of you.”

Sanji removed the white cloth from his shoulder and delicately placed it on the table. He appeared lost in thought, his jaw tightly clenched with tension. "Well, it's..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

You didn’t need to let him finish. “Complicated?”

He nodded, a subtle grin playing on his lips. "Very much so," he replied.

Another comfortable silence settled between the two of you once more, and you welcomed it with open arms. The sudden sense of camaraderie and understanding that had developed between Sanji and you was beyond your comprehension, surpassing anything you experienced in your life.

This time, Patty took a step closer, his frustration becoming apparent even in your presence. "Are you returning to work or not?" he demanded.

Sanji took a deep breath, his right hand clenched into a tight fist. "Be quiet, Patty. I'm busy at the moment.”

"Oh, right. Busy. I see that."

Suddenly, a sense of guilt enveloped you for diverting Sanji from his duties. Although none of his colleagues had voiced their concerns, it was clear that Patty's patience had inevitably reached its limit.

And so, you gently brushed your fingertips against his clenched fist, feeling it gradually loosen and relax under your touch. "Hey, it's okay," you whispered. "Don't worry about me. They need you.”

Sanji hesitated, stealing a quick glance at Patty, who stood there with his arms crossed and waited impatiently.

"Go. I'll be fine here," you reassured him.

It took him a moment, but Sanji finally came to terms with what needed to be done, although he seemed much less resistant to the idea than he was with Patty.

"Call me if you need anything," he said, standing up from the chair and unbuttoning his uniform.

As you watched him discard his chef clothes, a twinge of sadness tugged at your heart, seeing him set aside his culinary skills to work as a waiter in the dining hall. Of course, you didn't dare to say anything, maintaining your smile and crossing your hands on the table, the black jacket fluttering behind him as he put it back on and walked away.

When Patty turned to you, all the annoyance he had previously displayed seemed to have completely vanished. "How did you manage that?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I… simply told him to get back to work.”

Patty let out a small snort. "He would only listen to me if I were an attractive lady," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, acknowledging Sanji's flirtatious nature.

You laughed wholeheartedly. "I'll take that as a compliment.”

For the first time since you entered the kitchen, you witnessed Patty flash a warm, toothy smile. You remained silent as you watched him skillfully work the pan on the stove, effortlessly cutting more fish, meat, and vegetables as he went. Everyone moved with impressive speed and confidence, yet the atmosphere managed to remain calm and devoid of stress.

For the next hour and a half, you remained there without interfering, meticulously studying your surroundings and observing every action unfolding before your eyes. Contrary to expectations, sitting at the table with nothing to do was surprisingly productive. Patty and the pale young waiter would occasionally check in to see if you needed anything else to eat or drink, but you were still perfectly satisfied and content from the dinner Sanji had prepared for you. The mentioned cook continuously darted back and forth, unwilling to leave you unattended, always ready to crack a joke just to bring a smile to your face.

Somehow, the attention that these perfect strangers were giving you sparked a strong desire to become a part of their world.

As Sanji returned to the kitchen after completing his last task for the day, he was taken aback by what he saw. Instead of finding you waiting for him at the table as he had anticipated, he discovered you standing in front of the sink, diligently washing dishes and polishing glasses. To his astonishment, you were adorned in an apron that somehow complemented your lovely dress and high heels.

Sanji stood frozen, a mix of bewilderment and amusement washing over him as he witnessed you engrossed in a lively conversation with Patty. With neatly stacked plates beside you, it appeared that everyone else had either retired for a well-deserved rest or gathered at the bar for a refreshing drink. Frowning slightly, he couldn't help but smile at how seamlessly you had assimilated into the environment. The stark contrast between the person he had brought to the kitchen and the woman diligently working before him was striking.

As Patty caught sight of Sanji standing at the entrance, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Don't blame me. She was the one who insisted.”

You turned your head towards him, greeted Sanji with a beaming smile, and wiped your hands on the apron. "Welcome back," you said cheerfully, your voice filled with warmth and genuine happiness.

"What are you doing, beautiful? " he asked, a playful hint in his voice.

"Sitting over there was starting to give me a cramp in my butt. I thought I could be of use and lend you a hand. It's the least I can do after the trouble Shithead caused.”

Sanji couldn't resist the temptation and brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face with a feather-like touch, just as he had done before. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your eyes. In that moment, as he observed you completely at ease and exuding confidence, Sanji found himself even more engrossed in your presence. The constraints of a snug-fitting dress and uncomfortable shoes were not enough to deter you, as you appeared completely undeterred by your less-than-ideal attire for such tasks.

"I apologize for leaving you here alone. It was never my intention to impose our job on you," he said apologetically.

"You didn't impose anything on me, and technically, I'm not even supposed to be here," you replied. "Truth be told, I was actually having a good time.”

"A good time washing dishes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Most people consider it a boring thing to do, but it’s not that bad to me.”

As usual, the dining hall was filled with a multitude of incredibly beautiful clients, and yet, Sanji couldn't shake off the enchantment of your delightful smile. While women held a special place in Sanji's heart, regardless of their story or background, there was something about you that radiated a unique aura. It compelled him to seek a deeper understanding of your personality and uncover more about your hardships.

As Patty grumbled a few steps away, annoyingly suggesting that the two of you should have a room to yourselves, he folded his stained apron and quietly left, leaving you and Sanji alone in the tranquil ambiance of the empty room.

Sanji felt an overwhelming urge to move closer to where you were standing, finding you the most adorable thing he had ever laid eyes on, especially with the noticeable red tint coloring your cheeks. However, he resisted the temptation, understanding the significance of maintaining a respectful distance.

Finally, it was you who broke the awkward silence by untangling the apron from behind your neck.

"Hey, um...do you mind if I make a quick call?”

Even though a part of him felt let down by your sudden change of topic, clearly an attempt to avoid any potentially embarrassing situation, Sanji didn't mind indulging in a game of playing hard-to-get.

"Of course," he replied. "Zeff keeps a Snail Phone in his office. I could take you there for some privacy, if you'd like.”

“I hate to take advantage of your kindness again, but… yes, please.”

He deeply respected your selflessness and compassion towards others, two qualities that he held in high regard. He couldn’t wait to discover the other hidden facets of your personality.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

Sanji gently brushed his hand against your back, guiding you out of the kitchen and towards the head chef's private quarters. The contact was pleasant, and he couldn't help but savor the smooth and silky texture of your skin once again.

Deep inside, and yet not buried too far, it was driving him utterly insane.

When you sat at the head chef's desk, the Snail Phone resting on top of it, you struggled to stifle your laughter as you gazed at its appearance. The uncanny resemblance to Zeff, with the braided mustache and tiny chef hat, was truly remarkable to you. The ability for everyone to customize their Snails according to their preferences always filled you with delight and exhilaration.

Once you managed to compose yourself, you dialed the number and calmly waited for your friend to pick up. Outside the closed door, Sanji patiently leaned against the wall, waiting for you to finish.

When Mari's voice came through the other side of the line, her name almost escaped your lips as a shout.

"Y/N? Where are you calling from? I thought you went to the Baratie restaurant with Nutty.”

“Nutty…?”

“Yes, you know. He’s a Nutter. Duh.”

YYou shook your head, exhaling a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding.

“Wait, what’s going on?”

Despite your friends' warnings about the man's unpredictable nature, you had obstinately proceeded without heeding their advice. Now, faced with the undeniable truth of their words, you found yourself unable to express the full extent of their accuracy.

"We came to the Baratie, but let's just say that things didn't go as planned," you replied, attempting to downplay the gravity of the situation.

"I don’t like the sound of that," she muttered, expressing a sense of concern or worry.

And thus, without beating around the bush or wasting time, you revealed, "He proposed to me. With the most flashy, biggest ring I have ever seen. I had to decline.”

"He did what...?" Mari's voice echoed through the room, reaching a volume that made it highly likely that even Sanji could hear it. "And you...you actually did that?”

"What other choice did I have? I can't marry someone like him.”

"Of course you can't, sweetie! The thing is, I never expected you to have the courage to do it. No offense," Mari replied, her tone filled with surprise and admiration.

"None taken.”

"So, what's the plan now? Are you still with him?"

"No, he's gone. Or rather, they made him leave after he-"

"Did he do something to you?”

You paused momentarily, your hand instinctively rising to touch your right cheek, before providing her with a brief yet comprehensive explanation.

Being your best friend, Mari had taken it upon herself to look after you during times when you struggled to take care of yourself. While you never quite mastered the art of physical combat, Mari possessed the ability to defeat any opponent she came across, regardless of their size.

"I'm going to kill him," she declared with determination. “I'll find him and give him a beating that will make him weep and beg for weeks.”

Having a good understanding of her character, you knew that she genuinely meant every word she spoke.

"That's really kind of you, but please don't. It's not worth it," you pleaded.

"Y/N, this is unacceptable. No man should ever treat a woman like that," she expressed, brimming with righteous indignation.

"Believe me, I learned my lesson the hard way," you said, conveying the painful experience you had endured.

Mari let out a deep groan. "So, if he's gone, that means you're still at the Baratie on your own, right?”

"Yes, about that. Is there any chance you guys could come and pick me up?”

"We can definitely get you, no doubt about it. But just keep in mind that even if we leave now, we won't be able to reach the restaurant until tomorrow morning.”

A wave of realization washed over you, causing your grip on the speaker to tighten. It felt like a chilling shower drenching you from head to toe as you suddenly grasped the most crucial detail of all: you were left stranded at the Baratie for the entire night.

While the idea wasn't particularly scary, knowing that you were safer at the Baratie than in your own home, you pondered whether the staff had a spare room on the ship to offer. However, your mind soon drifted back to Sanji, resulting in a stream of inappropriate mental images that you had to forcefully push away.

You were so consumed by your post-traumatic emotions and the flirtatious back-and-forth with Sanji that it hadn't even occurred to you until that precise moment.

"...Right, obviously.”

And then, panic engulfed you.

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ZoSan Marriage Bliss Part 2

- During award shows, Zoro whispers dirty stuff into Sanji’s ear that makes him giggle.

- Zoro admitted that he had always had a crush on Sanji for years ever since he first saw him on TV but was nervous to approach him until that party. Talk about a successful fanboy

- Sanji often calls Zoro his sweet teddy bear because he gives the best hugs

- Sanji has learned to love and accept himself regardless of his flaws and properly embrace his sexuality thanks to Zoro.

- Sanji’s ideal type is the bad boy with a pretty face that is a softie deep down and is very intelligent, calm and gentle (*coughs* Zoro)

- Zoro stated in an interview that whenever he and Sanji bicker, he always says, “Since when do blondes get this fiesty because golly babe you too spicy for me!!” Sanji always laughs whenever he says that

- Why did Sanji become the Sexy-Dol? Because no one else was brave enough to do that shit. He literally paved the way for others to follow

- Sanji is that guy that laughs at everything on-set

- Zoro calls Sanji kitty because let’s face it, he acts like a mischievous cat at times. Some fans compare Sanji to a fox as well

- Zoro is often compared to a wolf and tiger thanks to his cool demeanour

- Sanji got a strip pole because Zoro wanted to see Sanji’s stripper skills in action. It is obvious where this would lead to.

- According to Zoro, he finds it sexy when Sanji is mad because sex becomes a lot more fun

- Another way Sanji reels Zoro up is to basically touch himself in his presence . The moans are enough to make Zoro fuck him silly

- They both hate snakes though Zoro would at least be man enough to kill one if he ever sees it

- According to Sanji: “Good people have great sex.” Cue Zoro howling with laughter in the background

- On their wedding night, they had sex by their balcony. Thankfully no one saw them or heard Sanji’s moans or screams. Sanji loved Zoro sucking him off and driving him nuts

- Zoro asked Sanji in an interview, “Why are your lyrics that naughty?” Sanji’s response? “I just think about all the crazy things I want you to do to me.” Zoro smirks at that one.

- They are both loud in bed but Sanji takes the cake

- Sanji has actually sucked Zoro off from under a table once

- Sanji got diagnosed with bipolar as of recent. Thankfully Zoro did not judge him and is very understanding

- Zoro is the obvious dom whilst Sanji is the cute yet bratty sub

- Zoro wears a lot of bling and spoils Sanji with bling as well

- They both love cuddles

- Sanji admitted to hating sex as a result of past trauma from previous relationships and abuse from Sukuna in particular. Zoro made him love sex and made him fall in love with being sexy which is why he is comfortable doing the shit he does now

[lawluenvy]

hmm... so most of us agree that nami is a lesbian (duh) but since usopp is her best friend on the crew... he can't be a cis straight male. that's just not plausible. where there is one gay the chances of another are doubled, especially if they're bffs.

and zoro is also gay - so we have that. and luffy is ace (i also hc him to be panromantic), sanji bi...

i actually think usopp could be non binary? i can see it. he's (or they? O.o i'll stick to he/him, let's say he doesn't have any preference for pronouns but has obviously gotten used to he but if someone used a neutral pronoun or she it wouldn't bother him. their world doesn't make many strict categories about sexuality so they/them is a bit rare, most who are nonbinary either have their own pronouns in Their language and culture OR they just don't put weight on the gendering of pronouns. we're imposing our terms on them) - so he's got gorgeous curls that i bet he loves taking care of and because of that i also bet he has this feminine side that he's happy to embrace that he inherited from his mom as his dad left him so young. as a result, he doesn't feel attached to being a boy or a girl, and doesn't care. he does, however, still romanticize manliness - a result of insecurity that, over the years, he has come to understand better about himself. i imagine post-ts usopp to have matured a lot in character and also outlook: he now defines 'manliness' as accepting who you are, and living your truth to the fullest. this will solidify in eventual elbaf. he'll meet an incredible girl giant who everyone calls manly cuz her battle prowess is unmatched and so he'll learn that manliness is just sticking to your guns, being brave, and being there for your loved ones. he realizes that the "man" part doesn't really matter after all, and that everyone who teased him growing up was probably just insecure themselves and projecting

anyways, im obsessed with hairdresser usopp. and sure, male hairdressers can be straight but where's the fun in that? he is so handy - he's absolutely the one keeping the crew looking sharp. a lot of ppl probably think it's nami but i don't think she has the hands for it. she's got brains but i picture her being a bit clumsy. usopp is so tactful and adept with his hands, and he's got an eye for detail no one else does. sanji's for food is the only one that compares

yup. that's it. i officially headcanon usopp as a bi non-binary black person. he's long been spoken for by kaya though, but in their travels maybe he finds himself spending the night with a person here or there

this leaves chopper, jinbei, brook, robin, and franky.

franky's easy - he's a cyborg and he has no gender. he is agender. he's also probably bi, just straight-leaning. but he couldn't say no to a beautiful man ;) tbh, maybe he could be pan. that could also be fun. anyways, we all know he doesn't give a fuck about anything but his friends and family, he loves to dance, sing, party, dress wild and crazy- gender for himself and others means nothing to him. he doesn't get bogged down by labels

chopper is straight. like i just cant see it any other way, honestly. but also he's a reindeer so it's not the same as being a hetero cis white male. he's very unproblematic and pure-hearted

jinbei is aromantic i think? but he might settle down to have a family someday anyways with someone dear and kind to him. maybe someone who lost their first and only love, and just wants someone who can make them happy and comfort them. but i could also see him being content going the way of whitebeard and adopting all he loves as his for family. he's been on the sea so long now, been involved in politics so long, he doesn't know how to do much else anymore. he decides to put that good use

brook is straight. that's why he can be so annoying sometimes. and despite being a skeleton, he very much considers himself a man. but he ain't homophobic. he's a musician and he loves love. all love is beautiful to him

and last, but certainly not least, we have robin aka my wife. she's pan 100%. she has no vision about who she could fall in love with, she just wants to be loved and will accept anyone who makes her feel safe, wanted, and that can always make her laugh. she used to have too many walls to even consider romance or sex for a long long time - but having found her place with the Straw Hats, she's ready and waiting for whoever lights that spark (which in my hc is franky. i do love frobin. i love that franky would take such good care of her. i don't think they are in love yet, but it's blooming, and i think what will happen is one day they'll be fighting side by side and they'll both just realize they work so well together and it'll click and fall into place. they'll share a soft look, and after the fight is over, they'll meet on the deck at night once everyone's gone to bed, and they'll talk then robin will kiss him in the middle of him stuttering to confess and they'll make it official)

i love love. ugh it's the best

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

One Piece - Volume 42

Up next, Lufpy and the gang will jump AWAY from a waterfall so as to reset the status quo.

Chapter 400 - The Key to Freedom

The scary Heart Woman thinks about the past while Spamton NEO turns an elephant into a sword.

Kyngpin wants the terrifying trio to be dead, probably because they're lusting after him.

One Piece Creepypasta.

Anyway, Lufpy meets Spamton NEO's duffel bag. Spamton NEO's duffel bag delivers a bunch of exposition about how each dungeon boss is holding a key item, but only one of them is required for plot progression. Sanji says "Alright, time for six 1v1s." Well I knew that was coming.

Kyngpin needs to recharge his abilities with the hilarious soda joke, but Spamton NEO's duffel bag shows up. Duffel bags are made for going onto airplanes, so it's only natural that duffel bags would be good at travel.

Sniper King watches someone take a nap.

Nami bothers a cherry blossom samurai.

Sanji, tragically, is in the bedroom of the feminist who's even better than a German person.

Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off and Zoro are being creepy at each other.

...Wait, if Spamton NEO's duffel bag ends up fighting Kyngpin instead of Tony Tony Chopper or something, does that mean the least interesting crew member is once again getting the short end of the content stick? Well that's a pity.

Chapter 401 - Pirates vs. CP9

Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off uses two sword style... oh no!!! Two swords is less than three swords, and as was established early on, the fewer swords someone has, the stronger they are! Zoro's in trouble...!

Oh, false alarm, Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off actually uses four sword style. Phew, Zoro can win this.

They clash.

Sniper King wants to take the plot progression key from the napping person, but he gets scared of a chicken and starts screaming at the chicken, so the napping person decides to intervene. The napping person is an animal rights activist!!

Oh, the napping animal rights activist thinks Sniper King is an animal. Maybe he thinks Tony Tony Chopper is behind that mask. What foolishness!

Oh, he's actually such an animal rights activist, he turned himself into an animal. That's like being such an anime fan you turn yourself into an anime girl.

Oh, he's actually such an animal rights activist, he's summoning two animals from above: A giraffe and Zoro

...Are there not gonna be six 1v1s after all? Was Sanji wrong to put faith in Lufpy's belief system?

Chapter 402 - Handcuffs No. 2

You mean, a furry convention? C'mon Zoro, don't kinkshame. ...Well, maybe kinkshaming pedophiles is okay.

Wait, what makes wolves and giraffes so much worse than leopards? Explain, Sniper King.

Anyway, Sniper King decides to handcuff Zoro to himself. ...How insidious! Sabotage from the crew's so-called ally! Lufpy was right about Sniper King being Nico Robin's enemy.

The napping animal rights activist and Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off argue about who should get to be involved in this 1v2. They don't like 2v2s, apparently. Also that's who the giraffe was.

In order to have 1v1s again, they offer to undo Sniper King's sabotage. But Sniper King says they can't. I see your game, Sniper King...! Shame on you!

Oh, Tony Tony Chopper actually is getting to do something. He's climbing stairs. Neat.

Oh, also Zoro wants his help in turning the 2v2 back into 1v1s. So he's going to pay Sanji a visit. No, Tony Tony Chopper, you fool! Don't you realize Sanji is a bad influence on you?!

Oh, and Nami is getting disrobed by hair. That probably also counts as people stealing Lufpy's combat fetish gimmick. Jeez... Lufpy is losing his specialness...

Meanwhile, the feminist who's even better than a German person is furthering female empowerment by embracing her sexuality.

Chapter 403 - Mr. Chivalry

Sanji decides he's had enough of feminism and starts fighting the feminist who's even better than a German person.

What a drama queen. Nami deserves better than to have to put up with this.

Oh, Tony Tony Chopper failed hard at finding Sanji. Well, that's good. Maybe Nami can set Tony Tony Chopper back on the path of righteousness with her Catholic worldview.

Oh, Nami already stole the plot progression key from the cherry blossom samurai queen. I guess his life can be spared then. Tony Tony Chopper doesn't like that key though.

Oh, darn. Tony Tony Chopper found Sanji after all. So much for Tony Tony Chopper's redemption arc.

Is this Mob Psycho 100?

Anyway, Nami wants Sanji to assault women. I take back what I said about only the most masculine characters being based, because that's based.

Lufpy decides to activate Chibi mode to open a door or something.

Chapter 404 - Franky vs. Fukurô

This must be some kind of error.

Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it?

Matt Engarde gets chastised for not killing any children.

Kyngpin unzips Spamton Neo's duffel bag, but he does it wrong. Next, the two of them have fun rhyming together. Aww... friendship is beautiful! <3

Tony Tony Chopper's power source runs out, so he cleverly traps the cherry blossom samurai queen inside of Kyngpin's power source storage area. Phew! It's a good thing no 1v1s got lost due to our heroes not having their power source.

Tony Tony Chopper tries to use his medical degree to promote healthy living, but Kyngpin isn't a fan. What a sad day for puppy.

Tony Tony Chopper transforms Kyngpin into an old-timey prospector or something. Hey, Kyngpin totally IS stealing Lufpy's fetish gimmick! And I think Tony Tony Chopper is experiencing a sexual awakening!! That can't be good for Kyngpin, since Tony Tony Chopper is a yandere. Well, that's what you get for stealing.

Chapter 405 - Power

OMG, finally!! The Chainsaw Man crossover chapter!

Kyngpin says "It hurts when I move my arm like this." Tony Tony Chopper responds "Then don't move your arm like that!"

Spamton NEO's duffel bag decides to use his ultimate "hiding from Kyngpin" technique, and Tony Tony Chopper punches him normally.

Kyngpin starts drowning and the cherry blossom samurai queen comes back. I see... this 2v1... has become a 2v1...

Actually, Kyngpin starts trying to not drown and Spamton NEO's duffel bag is here to prevent that. I see... this 2v1 has become 1v1s... wait, we're right back where we started!!!

me when i have legs

Kyngpin decides to attach himself to Spamton NEO's duffel bag so the duffel bag drowns if he does, incentivizing the duffel bag to not drown him. I guess Kyngpin is just really reckless and stupid. A man after my own heart...

Chapter 406 - Life Return

Spamton NEO's duffel bag tries to use centrifugal force to make Kyngpin die really fast. Kyngpin uses the laws of physics to make it not be fast instead.

The napping animal rights activist and Usopp With The Personality Sanded Off decide to engage in a 1v1 against each other.

Zoro "I'll cut my legs off" Piratehunter back on his bullshit again.

Oh fuck yeah, I love his bullshit. Who's Sogeking though? Is that the true identity of the person under Sniper King's mask? I thought it was Zoro 7 and a half months ago but that turned out to be wrong. Unless... of course... it isn't... and all along, Zoro was never actually handcuffed to anyone!!!

Tony Tony Chopper decides to be fatphobic like a true medical professional. I'm so proud of him~!! My little puppy is growing up~!!

STOP!!! EVERYONE STOP STEALING LUFPY'S FETISH GIMMICK!!! HIS SPECIALNESS!!! PLEASE!!! HIS SPECIALNESS!!!

Oh, has the cherry blossom samurai queen seen the James Bond films? Octopussy? James Bond film Octopussy? Oh wait, if he only wants manly monikers, I guess I should respect his gender and stop calling him a queen.

Oh, is the cherry blossom samurai manly a Star Trek fan?

Tony Tony Chopper decides to overdose on drugs. Ah... hypocrisy... he's truly becoming a medical professional!!!

Hmm, it would be really bad if Tony Tony Chopper met Nagito Komaeda. He'd be an even worse influence than Sanji!

Hmm, Mikan would be a great influence though...

Oh, anyways he's getting Super Stabbed.

Chapter 407 - Monster

Tony Tony Chopper's drug abuse gambit seems like it was a bad idea. Even his highly unlikely finishing move wasn't good enough.

OMG SHE'S BACK

Reverse Santa!Carmen P. Sandiego my BELOVED

I knew she'd return I knew she'd return I knew she'd return!!!

my GIRL my WOMAN my EVERYTHING

This is just like CHRISTMAS MORNING. I guess that's why they call her Reverse Santa.

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY

I totally forget what's going on in the plot of One Piece now.

...

wait noooo don't go

my beloved... my queen...

Oh, right. The word queen reminded me of what's happening. The cherry blossom samurai manly is beating a puppy to death.

oh god what the fuck

Kyngpin discovers that Spamton NEO wasn't keeping the 1v1 McGuffin in his duffel bag, and realizes that it must be owned by the feminist who's even better than a German person and has been conspicuously absent from the manga for a really long time.

Oh, the reason Nami's fight against the feminist couldn't be shown in the manga is because sex scenes can't be shown in the manga. But now Nami is bored of sex and ready for murder.

Chapter 408 - Monster vs. Kumadori

internalized homophobia nami moments

That's great, honey.

That's not sexual harassment I promise. It's infantilization I swear.

Ooh, can she scrub away people's hygiene?

Unfortunately for Nami's bloodlust, the feminist who's even better than a German person's regular lust still isn't satiated I think.

Meanwhile, Wendell Wendell Chopper's a winner but his bloodlust isn't satiated either.

Lufpy still hasn't even gotten to 1v1 anyone yet, but luckily he's finally standing near Matt Engarde. And Spamton NEO and Nico Robin.

Chapter 409 - The Terrifying Broadcast

Spamton NEO accidentally makes a fatal phone call.

Oh, Matt Engarde doesn't actually want to stop Lufpy, he just wants to say a cool line.

He's fighting Lufpy for some reason though.

[taurnil]

Why Sanji is a Transgender Woman – A One Piece Essay No-One Asked For

Does contain spoilers!

Now, I’ll start off by saying I know a lot of people will disagree with me on this. And that’s okay! Honestly, different fan theories are one of the best things about being in a fandom. The only thing I would ask is for people to restrain from transphobia in their replies. I can wholeheartedly promise that if you do this, you will be ignored to death.

Sanji has issues, that’s clear enough. What I absolutely love about how One Piece handled Sanji is Oda taking what looked to be this typical anime perv character and delving into his issues with toxic masculinity, his father issues, and giving plenty of subtext as to why he is obsessed with women. You don’t need a psychiatrist’s degree to see that Sanji was heavily abused by his father and brothers, while his mother and sister showed him love and kindness. So it’s no wonder he gets angry and defensive towards men, while showering women with affection.

But this theory delves deeper into Sanji’s issues and explores the transgender tendencies the character shows. One thing that does worry me about this is that Sanji could very well embody the myth of ‘that trans person who just says they’re trans because they want to see nekked ladies in the locker rooms.’ But because I know Sanji’s backstory, I honestly have more sympathy for him here and don’t see how that could be the case. For one because I know he just wants to look not hurt/assault anyone, two because I grew up in a privileged generation of the internet so anytime I wanted to see naked ladies I literally just typed that into google (when I was thirteen my father bought my a computer for my room after he found out I wanted to be a writer lol) and lastly he suffers from a serious case of ‘Boarding School Syndrome.’

For those of you who didn’t grow up in Europe, this is basically when you’re sent to an ‘all boys’ or ‘all girls’ school and spend your entire puberty exclusively around people of that gender. So when you come out it’s natural to be excited by seeing people of the opposite gender, which can lead to some inappropriate behaviour. Not sexual assault (there is no excuse for that) or anything serious, just inappropriate social behaviour. Since Sanji grew up in an all-male environment it’s natural for him to want to be around women and to get over-excited.

So with that out the way, let me power forward with my silly, little theory. (I will also be using she/her pronouns beyond this point. I will also be referring to Anime-exclusive scenes as part of the canon.)

Let’s start with the most obvious point that comes up: Kamabakka Kingdom.

Sanji was sent here after the battle at Sabaody by the warlord Kuma. The warlord looked into the Strawhat’s hearts and picked destinations where they would be able to maximise their skills and train to become stronger. In Sanji, he saw that Kamabakka would suit her well.

This is obviously because of the 99 recipes, there being an opportunity for Sanji to grow as a cook. But it can’t just be coincidence that this is the island of “Girlie Hearts.”

Let me also put in the disclaimer that I am well aware that the residents of Kamabakka are not, or at least not all, transgender women. I suspect some are, but most are just cisgender men who like to live their lives in a femme manner without judgement. But even this terrifies Sanji! Throughout the series, she is shown to be literally afraid of feminine men. This isn’t just someone mildly uncomfortable by something they don’t understand- she completely freaks out.

Because she is scared of being seen this way. She doesn’t want to embrace being female as she doesn’t want the world to see her as a comical man in a dress. This is honestly a fear a lot of transwomen go through and one that is not easily overcome.

Let’s also mention how Caroline manages to open up that part of Sanji during their fight. The technique was called ‘A Maiden’s True Awakening.’ For that to have worked, there would have had to be a Maiden to awaken to begin with.

Caroline’s speech to Sanji during quotes verbatim things I have said about Sanji prior to this scene. Mostly the whole ‘deceiving your own heart and being honest with yourself thing.’ It’s easy to brush the scene off as purely comical filler, but it’s also fair to look for a deeper meaning behind it.

(Also, we can’t ignore that Sanji already knew how to run, jump and kick in heels when fighting Caroline. I’m sorry, but you don’t know how to do that if it’s your first time! She’s done a little experimenting before this.)

I also want to put in the side note that were Sanji to transition, I don’t think she would immediately find Ivankov. I think she would just start living as a woman and go through traditional medicated routes. The reason for this being that Ivan’s power is tied to a devil fruit so her transition would ultimately be tied to Ivan. Ergo if something happened to Ivan it might reverse the effects. There is also the point that Sanji’s body would go through an immediate, drastic transformation which she would have to learn to handle in combat. Even if she could swap between physical sexes as some treated by Ivan can, that would mean having to go back to her old body, which would be very difficult for someone with gender dysphoria.

I’m not trying to imply that women aren’t as strong as men, just that if your body looks one way then suddenly looks another, one has to learn how to do everything with their body all over again. Getting used to the way it moves and handles. This would undoubtedly affect her combat abilities, which would potentially endanger her family. A gradual medical transition would give her the chance to get used to the changes as they come.

Based on what I’ve seen of the medical world in One Piece, including references to hormones and cosmetic surgery, I think a medical transition would be possible. 

Kambakka is not even my biggest piece of evidence that Sanji is transgender. It merely plants the seed.

The biggest argument has to be Punk Hazard. Oh sweet Lord, where to begin with Punk Hazard!

I’ve seen in many Animes and other forms of entertainment: the body swap cliché. Every time there is always some cis man excited to be in a woman’s body and immediately squeezes their boobies. Which to be honest is natural. It’s natural to be curious about what it would feel like to have a different body. It’s not a sign of gender dysphoria, just curiosity!

But when this happens, the excited character squeezes their boobs and then carries on with things.

Sanji however is purley overjoyed to be in Nami’s body, showing extreme gender euphoria. She loves the experience and looks honestly happier than she normally does. It’s a body that she wants.

What hammers this home is when she literally begs Law not to change them back. After he does, she becomes incredibly depressed stating: “The dream is over.”

That’s not a reaction someone would have if they were happy with their original body. You could view this purely as Sanji being a pervert and wanting to see Nami naked or touch her. Or we could look at the tears in her eyes and recognise some pain there.

Finally, let’s move onto the big issue here. How Sanji views women.

I’m sure we can all agree that Sanji’s obsession with women stems from good old Daddy/Mummy issues. After Whole Cake, so much about Sanji’s character just made sense. As Freudian as it seems, she trusts women because she could only trust her mother and her sister growing up. She wants to protect women because women showed her kindness while the men in her life rejected her. We can also attribute this to her actual father Papa-Zeff drumming into her chivalry ideals that she can’t abandon as they were given to her by the father figure she could trust.

I could write a whole new essay about why Sanji views women the way she does (and I intend to.) But let’s focus on gender dysphoria.

The way Sanji treats women isn’t healthy. It’s patronising and degrading. (Although as of Chapter 1005 we can see she is growing and working on seeing women as capable. I literally cried when she asked for Robin’s help!) 

However, she does show a lot of signs of gender dysphoria during her obsession with women. She sees them as these flawless, ethereal beings rather than actual people. They are angels and she is a mere mortal in their presence. This is not a normal way to view women. She puts them on a pedestal, because they have something that she wants, but doesn’t realise she can have. Obsession so often stems from not being able to have something.

There is also a clear sense of lack of self-worth in Sanji. Time and time again she’s been too ready to give herself and her own safety up for her crewmates. There could be an element of gender dysphoria involved here too, as she on some subconscious level knows she is living an inauthentic life.

I really love the way Sanji’s character has developed since the beginning of One Piece. She’ll always be my favourite character. She’s beautiful, loyal, and brave. She’s comical certainly, but that’s what makes her so likable! I’m very much looking forward to seeing how her story finishes.

This is purely one fan exploring what they see and the reason behind it.

But rest assured, no I’m not letting go of this Head-Canon. Sorry, not sorry.

[infranuz]

HIII can I request a nami x fem reader where reader is meeting namis crew for the first time and they think reader is just a friend of namis until they see them be reaalllll close like hand holding, lots of hugs and maybe a kiss ;D

a/n — AAA MY FIRST NAMI REQUEST TYY <33 I love this imagine so much omg thank you for requesting this anon!! (Not proofread!!)

pairing — Nami x Fem!Reader meeting Nami’s crew for the first time and them finding out about Nami’s beautiful girlfriend!! <33

tw — implied sexual intercourse (just for one part)

After the straw hats saved yet another country they deserved a small vacation which lead to Nami picking out an island she knew well enough. It was hard to convince Luffy until she brought up the countries special dishes and deserts immediately sailing for the island after the captain gave the order.

Nami remembered she once had docked at that island for treasure reasons to which her surprise she ended finding something even more valuable than gold. Nami had found a woman like no other, she was extremely beautiful, she had a kind heart and was as strong as previous pirates she had encountered. At first Nami had decided to use her for her abilities but later she ended up saving her and realized it would be far too cruel to use such a kind hearted woman.

After some weeks spent there both grew closer to each other and ended up in the bed after having too many drinks. Both surprised with the outcome, they decided to start a relationship which no one knew about until that very day.

Nami seemed to be a rather “greedy” woman but needles to say she did have a heart deep inside, a heart for a very special person. Once they finally got to the island Nami immediately got off heading to the old restaurant that your family owned . Of course because so many years had passed since they last saw each other it was somewhat difficult to recognize how they looked.

“Hello ma’am I’m looking for a woman named Y/N, she works here.” Nami said looking at the woman in the reception. “Of course, hold on a moment please” she turned around and went to the back to call her lover. From the same way the woman left another lady came out heading straight to Nami. “Nami!! Is that really you?!” You shouted not caring about the others around her.

Nami immediately opened her arms to her girlfriend ready for the hug. Both had been waiting so long to meet each other again immediately embracing each other. “I’m so glad you’re okay!! After those two years without hearing about you made me worry” Nami smiled knowing how her lover cared so much for her. “I’m sorry I made you worry, but at least I’m here now..”

The couple decided to go out to their favorite spots to catch up before heading to the Sunny so the crew could meet her girlfriend. “I’m back” Nami shouted catching everyone’s attention. “I want you guys to meet someone” she announced with you behind her.

“Nami! Who is that behind you?” Chopper immediately asked after seeing you behind her. “This is Y/N, my-” Her sentence was cut off my Sanji’s typical shout. “NAMI-SWAANN” Sanji came running down.

“Sanji-kun!” Nami glared at the man returning her gaze to you . “Apologies Y/N, this is my crew” she continued “Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji-kun, Chopper, Robin, Franky and Brook” She finished pointing at the creepy living skeleton.

“Nice to meet you all! I thank you for taking care of Nami” you bowed as a sign of respect towards the crew. “Is there meat here?” Luffy asked out of the blue. You stared at him dumbfounded but laughed it off, “Of course! We have our special meat dish which I’m sure you’ll love” You smiled sweetly at him. “Follow me, I’ll show you at the restaurant” taking Namis hand you lead the way.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the crew specially Sanji to which he thought was rather weird but shrugged it off thinking it was something two friends would normally do. But oh boy was he not expecting the surprise coming his way. The crew enjoyed the meal served by you everyone complimenting your cooking skills. Another interaction that set the crews and Sanji’s suspicion out was when you were feeding Nami with your own fork like couples would normally do.

The others may have just found it as a friendly interaction but not Sanji. All the small interactions happening kept bothering Sanji. Not in a bad way, in a suspicious way. Until the final interaction would make everything clear, before setting off to another island Nami hugged you and pulled you in for a parting kiss which immediately shocked everyone. Both bid a goodbye and set off, meanwhile everyone stared at Nami “EHH?!” Was Luffy’s, Usopps,Brooks and Choppers reaction. Robin and Franky laughed it off already knowing while Zoro didn’t seem to care.

For the rest of the day Nami was questioned about her relationship with you. Of course they didn’t seem to understand (Luffy) but either way didn’t care because Nami was still Nami even if she loved you. Sanji was surprised the most, of course like the gentleman he is he respected your relationship, quite happy that Nami had someone that loved her and cared for her.

© zorosoup

[beanghostprincess]

well since you asked so nicely, what are all your straw hats sexuality (and gender identity?) headcanons :D

ps you dont have to explain them all if it's too much for you ^^

I love you so much for this mwah mwah /p I love when people send me asks like this <33

: ̗̀➛ [Luffy] Sexuality: Aspec. I'm very, very specific with this so I would have to write a whole paragraph to explain it well, but I'll try to do it in fewer words. I used to headcanon Luffy as asexual but the demi-sexual headcanon is growing on me. Only sexual with Zoro, though. Like- I ship Luffy with more people but imo he only feels sexually attracted to Zoro. Something something 'the bond between a captain and his first mate'. Romantic attraction: I can see him being demi-romantic (once again only romantic with Zoro. Or Sanji, even) but I personally see their relationship very Aroaspec QPR. Aromantic and Demi-sexual with a very deep bond with his first mate and his cook. Gender: Transmasc. Demi-boy. He/They. I think he, like, resonates more with being a boy but still doesn't fit the binary enough to be one. And transmasc because. Well. Have you seen him?

: ̗̀➛ [Zoro] Sexuality: Homosexual. Gay. The gayest man you've ever seen. I think he's demi-sexual too in the sense that only Luffy or Sanji would make him go insane and aroused, but he would sleep with other men just because. Like fr, just because he can. Idk. Homosexual behavior everywhere. He's so fucking gay. If there was a gay contest between OP characters he would probably win or end up in a tie with Nami, Law, and Kid. Romantic attraction: Demi-romantic. This dude is obsessed with his captain only. First mate things. I seriously believe that being a first mate makes you inherently unable to fall in love with somebody else. Well, perhaps Sanji too, but I'm not that much of a Zosan so I don't think about how they would work. And still, he'd be Demiro anyway. Gender: Transmasc guy because, once again, have you seen him? Dude even has a scar on his chest. Man tits. Love him. He/Him.

: ̗̀➛ [Nami] Sexuality: Graysexual Lesbian. Some might argue with me on this because she has a different girlfriend every arc, but I honestly think that she only feels genuine sexual attraction sometimes and it's not often. Playfully flirting doesn't equal genuine sexual attraction. Romantic attraction: Grayromantic Lesbian. Because, once again, people might not agree with me, but I think she doesn't have crushes often and she falls into more of a romantic gray area. Never with men, though. God forbid. Never with men. That much is clear, I hope. Gender: Demi-girl. She/They. My babygirl. My girlboss. Like I said with Luffy, I think she embraces being a girl but still doesn't fall into that term exactly and doesn't mind They/Them or more androgynous looks/terms at all. In fact, she loves them.

: ̗̀➛ [Usopp] Sexuality: Bisexual. I love him. He be pulling blonde bitches everywhere and by blonde bitches I mean Kaya and Sanji. Something that always makes me and my BFF laugh is the fact that he's canonically very normal about women's bodies, unlike Brook or Sanji or even Franky. Like, he's pretty decent and respectful and he's, well, a normal human being. I appreciate the bare minimum when half of the characters are perverts sometimes. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. Pretty much the same thing I just said. Simple guy. So true, king. Although I like the Demi-romantic headcanon and I think he doesn't really get love at first sight and would be bothered by Sanji's view on this. I think Usopp is somebody who needs intimacy to develop a romantic crush on someone. So, yeah, I also like the demi-romantic thing but this could be just me trying to make everyone Arospec for no reason other than projecting. Gender: Non-binary. He/They but prefers They/Them, he just doesn't expect people to use those pronouns, and it isn't that big of a deal. Also transmasc. I'm obsessed with that, honestly. However, I think he wouldn't use the term Non-binary? I think he'd just use Unlabeled, perhaps.

: ̗̀➛ [Sanji] Sexuality: Bisexual with a high preference for girls. For obvious reasons. Romantic attraction: Birromantic too. He's a hopeless romantic. Believes in love at first sight and everything. Gender: Transfem. Genderfluid. Any pronouns. I love you, Sanji. You're real to me. And I'm not explaining my reasons for these headcanons because watching the show is enough for you to understand this, but between his trauma and Momoiro Island... Like... I know what you are, girly pop. The closet is glass and the egg is hatching and you need to come out. Oda, please, let her ou-

: ̗̀➛ [Chopper] This one's just, like, Chopper. Chopper is Chopper. I don't think about this much. He canonically likes female reindeer. I have nothing else to say. Gender? Little guy. Sexuality? Honestly, if somebody gives him a reindeer boyfriend I support that. So bisexual and birromantic, I guess. I don't know how it works for him. I don't think he cares. It's not that he's too young because he's canonically a teenager already, I just don't think they've encountered enough reindeer for me to form an opinion on this. Why the hell am I writing so much to say something so fucking stupid. I'm sorry. Let's move on.

: ̗̀➛ [Vivi] Sexuality: Demi-sexual Lesbian. I don't think she's ever thought about sex as something she wants or feels attracted to. At least not until Nami shows up. Romantic attraction: Lesbiab. Lebanese. Dyke. Bollera in Spanish. Girl kisser. Woman liker. Homosexual. No men allowed between her legs and her heart. Friend of Ellen, as Annie Edison would say. Gender: I think she's a cis girl. She/Her. Would literally punch violently anyone who misgendered somebody from the crew. My princess. My girlfriend, actually. Her pronouns are loveof/mylife.

: ̗̀➛ [Robin] Sexuality: Bisexual but also probably Graysexual because I don't think she feels attraction often and doesn't really get aroused if it doesn't come with other emotions. Preference for big, and gentle men. By big, gentle men I mean Franky and Jinbe. And by gentle I mean Brook. The four of them together, btw. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. I think she's just, like, vibing. Learning to love. She has so much trauma she deserves to be in a tender relationship and she just happens to be with four men but she knows how to appreciate a woman. Gender: Transfem. She/Her. You know those older trans women who give the most comforting, calm, mature energy in the world? That's Nico Robin. Gonna keep it SFW but she tops Franky 100%. And also helped Sanji with her transition. I love this. Please adopt me, Robin. She's perfect.

: ̗̀➛ [Franky] Sexuality: Bisexual. If a man doesn't know how to appreciate another man's beauty, then he isn't manly enough. Women are perfect. Men are perfect. He's wonderful. I love him. Romantic attraction: Birromantic. I swear to fucking god he has something going on with Jinbe and Brook and Robin. I am so not normal about them- Gender: Cis man but he'd probably consider being a cyborg a third, secret gender, so I'm gonna let him have that too. He/Him.

: ̗̀➛ [Brook] Sexuality: Bisexual classy grandpa. The fact that he's a gentle grandpa has a lot to do with his sexuality (no it doesn't). He might be a pervert around women but at least he supports consent, so, he's better than Sanji here. Romantic attraction: Grayromantic because I feel he doesn't get real crushes easily. Especially since his boyfriend (his former captain) died. The trauma he probably has around romance now, damn. Gender: Hear me out he's the most Unlabeled thing ever. He/They. He's just bones and most people don't even know how to tell the difference between sexes when it comes to bones. Robin is actually the only one who knows his AGAB and she doesn't care anyway, so. Gender norms are bullshit and he's just the Soul King.

: ̗̀➛ [Jinbe] Sexuality: Graysexual and Bi. He's somewhere there in the Ace spectrum. I just don't know where. I think he's, like, not that interested in bodies and sex? He would only have sex with somebody he loves and it wouldn't even be for the arousal and the attraction. Romantic attraction: Demi-romantic, which is not the same as gray. Because I think he'd need, like, to spend time with Robin/Franky/Brook to form a deep bond and then he'd slowly and gently start falling for them individually. I swear I am so normal. Please, they should adopt me. I want the four of them to be my parents. Gender: Cis man. He/Him. Biggest trans supporter in the whole fucking world.

The Going Merry is actually called the Going Liberal and the Thousand Sunny is technically the Theysand Sunny and with the help of their ships the straw hats are trying to find the Woke Piece.

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Hi again Coop! Back for my NSFW request 😅 if it's okay, can I ask for #10 with either Sanji, Mihawk, or Smoker and a Fem!Reader please, and the Reader possibly suggesting the idea in the first place? Thank you so much again ❤❤

a/n: Em!! Always happy to write for you, sweet friend! I didn’t get any Sanji requests, so of course I had to pick him. 🤧 Hope you enjoy!!

prompt: BOX A - ⑽ Trying a new position

pairing: Sanji x F!Reader

warnings: nsfw | 18+ content | light foreplay | dirty talk | penetrative sex

word count: ~450

Sanji was a romantic through and through, and of course that only proved further in the positions in which he made love to you.

Spooning and variants of the missionary position had been your go tos, simply because Sanji loved to keep you close and the two of you were still exploring your sexual interests. When you presented a new position, he was of course more than willing to try.

“Sit like this?” He inquired, crossing his legs as he sat in the middle of your shared bed.

You nodded as you slowly crawled on the bed to approach him. His blue eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched you, waiting in anticipation for your next moves. He had absentmindedly been stroking himself, turning red when he realized and gasping as your gentle hand ghosted over his to replace it with yours.

He pulled you in for a kiss. Deep and passionate as if a silent proclamation of his unwavering trust for you. When you pulled away, you straddled his lap and hovered over his throbbing member. He accepted you into his embrace with open arms, sturdy hands immediately placing themselves in the middle of your back and around your hips.

You aligned him at your entrance, sinking down with an incredible amount of leisure and restraint as he stretched you open. Sanji hissed at the sensation, hands gripping at your bare skin as you swallowed him; your warmth intoxicating, your grip suffocating. The two of you sighed in unison when you were full and seated against him. He helped you wrap your legs around his waist and pulled you tightly against him. His hands excitedly roamed your body as they explored parts of you he didn’t typically have access to during your love-making.

The feeling of your chest against his, your legs around his waist, and your breath against his cheek had Sanji captivated, mind, body, and soul. You were so close to him, he could see you, hear you, smell you, taste you, really feel you. All of his senses were electric and alive, singing worships of your name like a hymn.

“S-shit. I can feel all of you, baby.” He muttered against your skin as he placed aimless kisses along your shoulder. As his lips traveled up your neck, his hips began rocking into you, slow, careful, and deliberate. Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you rolled your hips with his. You both moved against each other, bodies tangled and intertwined, with lips crying out sweet praises as you basked in the feeling of intimate unity.

Sanji tenderly kissed along your jawline, pulling you impossibly closer, “I’ll never let you go.”

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──➤ Prompt used : #15 “Look at what you’re doing to me.” ─➤ Genre : Smut. ➤ Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Sexual intercourse, jealous sex, mild degradation, choking, biting, cunninlingus, penetration, spanking (once), sir kink.

The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

[whereistheonepiece]

A Night Out (Part Two)

Part One

Note: I banged my face on the keyboard and this came out. 

Also, a quick reminder that my OC Luna makes an appearance in this because she’s a drag queen in her original universe. She’s a beautiful, funny trans babe and I hope you like her.

And tagging @optigeress because without you, this AU would be nothing more than a small idea in the back of my head. ^^

And, uh, sorry, if you’re seeing this and just now following my blog and you don’t know what the Performance AU is. I have a whole tag about it if you’re really curious to know more.

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Sanji was confused. After the I.D. check at the door, he’d looked around the interior of The Whole Cake bar, looking for where Usopp would be set up to perform his song. He only found a small dance floor with tables situated around it in a semicircle, set up in front of a DJ booth. He looked at Zoro, who’d driven them, but his co-worker spotted Luffy, Nami, and Vivi holding a table for them next to the dance floor, and he walked off before Sanji could start asking questions.

“Zoro! Sanji! You came!” Luffy yelled from his spot when he noticed them. The young man scrambled out of his seat and ran up to Zoro, jumping up into his arms and wrapping his four limbs around him in a tight embrace.

Nami and Vivi looked at Sanji as he approached the table. Nami’s brown eyes glittered with amusement while she sipped her drink and Vivi smiled warmly at Sanji, getting up out of her seat to give him a hug. “Hi, Sanji,” she said, pulling back and ushering him to one of the free seats. “We’re so glad you could make it.”

“Yeah we are,” Nami said, an enigmatic edge to her voice.

Sanji beamed at them. “I’ll always have time for you two lovely ladies,” he chirped.

“Of course you will,” Zoro said as he and Luffy turned their attention to the rest of them, an arm hooked around Luffy’s neck. “That’s because you’re predictable.”

Sanji scowled at Zoro, who grinned at him as he and Luffy headed for the bar. Vivi giggled, causing Sanji’s irritation to melt away instantaneously as he turned his attention to the two women. “So I’m confused,” he said. “Zoro said Usopp’s doing a song tonight, but I don’t see a band or any kind of equipment set up.”

“That’s because Usopp’s going to–” Vivi began to say, until Nami quickly pressed her fingertips to her girlfriend’s lips.

“Ah ah!” Nami said cheerfully, the saccharine smile curling her lips at odds with the glint in her eye that reminded Sanji of a predatory cat–beautiful, deadly, and ready to pounce. “It’s all a part of the surprise. Remember, honey?”

Vivi smiled from behind Nami’s fingers. She nodded. “Oh, right,” she said when Nami pulled her hand away. “My mistake.”

“What’s with all the secrets, ladies?” Sanji asked, glancing across the room and scanning for Zoro and Luffy in the small crowd gathered at the bar. “Usopp’s just performing a song.”

Nami sipped at the last of her drink, her straw sucking up the the bright orange-pink liquid sitting at the bottom of a pile of ice. “We just want you to be surprised, Sanji-kun,” she said, pushing away the tall glass. “It’s best to go in not knowing anything.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said as Luffy and Zoro returned. 

Zoro handed Sanji a beer, sitting down next to him and taking a drink from his.

“Oh,” Sanji said, looking down at the bottle in his hand. “You didn’t have to.”

“Accept the drink, Cook,” Zoro said, eyes trained on a curtain situated in a corner of the room directly opposite to them.

Sanji looked at the curtain and figured that it led to a room where the talent could set up. That had to be where Usopp was. Given the DJ and the empty dance floor, Sanji assumed that Usopp wasn’t playing with a live band. He tried to guess what kind of genre of music Usopp would be working with until he heard Luffy say his name. 

“Did you bring any singles, Sanji?” Luffy asked, excitement coming off him in waves.

“Why would I need to–”

The room came alive with cheers and applause as the song currently playing transitioned into a drumroll. Sanji’s eyes turned to the curtain when he heard a loud “HEE HAW!” coming from its direction.

A purple haired drag queen sauntered past the curtain onto the dance floor, a microphone clutched in her gloved hand. “Good evening, candy boys, candy girls, and candy everything in between!” she bellowed into the microphone. “How are you all doing tonight?”

Sanji immediately looked at Zoro, who was grinning at him like a kid on Christmas morning. Suddenly his cagey responses and outright refusal to elaborate leading up to tonight made sense.

“I am your host, Emporio Ivankov!” the flurry of red and purple cried from the dance floor. She turned quickly, her gown spinning around her feet dramatically as she surveyed the crowd. Her eyes landed on Sanji’s table. “Do we have any newbies here tonight?”

Everyone at the table pointed at Sanji, who just sat there, frozen to his spot. Ivankov strutted up to the table, shoving the microphone in Sanji’s face. “Well, hi there, candy boy,” she purred. “Is this your first time at Whole Cake?”

Sanji nodded, unable to speak with his mouth clamped shut.

Ivankov stared down at Sanji through her outrageously long eyelashes. She chuckled. “Awww, you brought us a shy one. That’s adorable,” she cooed to the table. She turned with a swish of her skirts, the sequins on her gown sparkling in the light as she moved onto the next table. “I’ll remember that,” she said ominously.

While the hostess grilled other patrons, Sanji wheezed and turned his attention on Zoro, the weight of everyone’s stares pressing on him. “You didn’t tell me you were taking us to a drag show!” he shouted over the music.

Zoro, the rim of the bottle in his hand paused on his lower lip, smirked at Sanji. And despite his irritation, Sanji found himself distracted by Zoro’s mouth, jumping when he realized what he was looking at and forcing his gaze back up into Zoro’s eyes. “You didn’t ask.” Zoro said.

“Asshole!”

“Is there a problem, Sanji-kun?” Nami asked sweetly, grinning devilishly. 

Vivi gazed at him gently, concern furrowing her brow. “This isn’t too much for you, is it, Sanji?”

Sanji deflated. “I’m just...surprised, Vivi-chan.”

“Yeah, Cook,” Zoro said, grinning at him. “You got a problem with drag queens? Your friend’s one of ‘em, you know.”

Sanji puffed back up, grabbing Zoro by the collar and shaking him. “I didn’t know that because you didn’t tell me!”

“Hey!” Luffy said sharply, an uncharacteristic scowl darkening his features. “You’re gonna get yourselves kicked out! Usopp’s already nervous enough, wondering how Sanji’s going to react.”

Sanji looked over Luffy’s shoulder and saw the security guard posted by the entrance eyeing them. He grinned nervously, letting go of Zoro and making a show of brushing the other man off and patting down his shirt. “Sorry, Luffy,” he muttered, staring down at the tabletop. Luffy was just being the supportive boyfriend, looking out for Usopp’s best interests. Sanji couldn’t fault him for that. “This asshole just blindsided me.”

“You couldn’t have made it any easier.”

“Okay, but when you tell someone that you someone’s going to perform a song, they’re probably going to assume you meant singing!” Sanji snapped.

“Enough, you two,” Nami said, leaning against Vivi. “The first act is going to come on in a little bit. Just drink your beer.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sanji said, shrinking in his seat.

Ivankov strutted back onto the stage. “All right, candies, grab a cock...tail, grab a shot, tip your bartender, and let’s give a warm welcome to our first performer tonight, Mizz Sakuraaaaa Sunriiiiiise! HEE HAW!”

Luffy cheered, throwing his hands up into the air as the rest of the bar clapped politely. He grinned at Sanji as a sultry jazz song came on. “That’s Usopp’s friend Luna!” he said, pointing as a drag queen in a champagne colored dress and faux fur wrap sauntered past the curtain and onto the dance floor.

Sanji blinked a few times as he watched this vision in gold lip synch to the music, her movements fluid and graceful, oozing feminine sexuality. Already people were surrounding the dance floor, holding out singles. Sanji looked at Zoro. “We tip them?”

Zoro nodded, sliding a small stack of singles towards him. “You wanna tip her?”

Sanji snatched the bills up. “I’ll pay you back,” he muttered, irritated that Zoro had kept him in the dark like this, leaving him unprepared in every sense tonight.

As their table was close to the floor, Nami and Vivi remained in their seats as they smiled at Luna–or should Sanji call her Sakura?–and held out their money for Sakura to reach out and take. She set her eyes on their table, gliding over to them and leaning down and kissing Nami and Vivi on their respective cheeks as she took their money. 

Zoro smirked, holding a folded up bill between his fingers. Luna smoldered over at him after she accepted money from Luffy, pushing her chest out towards Zoro and leaning closer. Chuckling, Zoro slipped the money into her cleavage and kissed her cheek as she kissed his. Sanji felt himself blushing, too flustered to do anything as Sakura winked at their table and glided away. He took a quick swig of his beer, deciding he’d get up and tip her when he got his bearings.

Ms. Sakura finished her route around the tables that the surrounded the dance floor, strutting to the center, where she tilted her head back as she pretended to belt out a sustained note. She raised her hands over her head, her fur wrap falling to the ground. The security guard came up behind her and picked up her wrap, folding it and setting it on the DJ booth for her to grab later.

Sanji adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, pushing himself out of his seat and joining the rest of the patrons circled around the floor, stopping at a long, tall table that came up to his chest. He grinned when Sakura turned her violet eyes on him, and he held his dollar bill out for her as he waited for her to approach him. Sakura Sunrise graciously accepted the money, leaning up to meet him halfway as he bent down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, baby,” she said over the music before she turned her attention to the next patron.

Zoro caught him grinning as he returned to the table. “Looks like you’re having fun,” he observed as Sanji plopped back into his seat.

Grabbing his beer, Sanji glanced at Zoro. “I am, in spite of your attempts to make me look like a fool tonight.”

“You do that enough by yourself, Cook.”

Sanji slugged him in the shoulder while he took a drink.

“You do realize that everyone else had to be in on it for it to work, right?” Zoro asked.

“Yeah, well, you’re the ringleader, so you get all the blame,” Sanji said, sneering at Zoro as he set his drink back down.

Zoro laughed at him, holding a hand up placatingly as the song came to an end. Ivankov stood up from the seat she’d taken by the curtain, thanking Sakura as she disappeared into the back room. “HEE HAW! Up next is my adorable little protege, Miss Candy von Satin!” Ivankov said. Luffy howled in anticipation, already jumping out of his seat and running to stand by the dance floor, a stack of money at the ready. Sanji raised his eyebrow. 

“You know,” Ivankov continued, “she used to bartend here. She was scared of her own shadow until I told her to get out there. So you guys can thank me for what you’re about to see.”

“AND ME!” Luffy shouted.

Ivankov glanced at Luffy. She laughed behind her hand. “That’s her boyfriend over there. He’s a generous tipper.”

“You bet, Ivan-chan!”

Nami, hand in her cheek, chuckled. “He’s cute, isn’t he?” she asked and Sanji found himself nodding, happy that Usopp was dating someone so supportive.

“You all could learn from him,” Ivankov declared, exiting the dance floor. “Anyway, you better put your hands together for Miss Candy von Satin!”

Sanji could hear Luffy cheering above the crowd and the music pumping through the speakers as someone Sanji could only assume was Usopp, based on context and the familiar nose, pushed past the curtain and raced towards the floor. Sanji had to assume, of course, because he had not been expecting this person in a platinum blonde wig, a sparkling white leotard, thigh high boots, and a corset. He hadn’t expected this person, who was currently skipping in a circle on the dance floor while she lip synched to a bright, upbeat pop song.

Sanji’s mouth dropped. He rubbed his eyes and found that his vision was perfectly clear. He watched, taking in Candy’s energy as she danced all over the floor. It made sense, he supposed. Sluggish, Usopp was not. That pent up energy could easily be channeled into dancing. But Candy seemed so sure of herself, so confident as she dropped into a split to a roaring crowd, tossing her hair back and winking at Luffy, who hadn’t shut up since she’d come onstage.

Luffy tossed his handful of money over Candy’s head while she slowly, seductively pushed herself out of the splits and began her work on the floor, writhing and sliding like a dancer in a music video. Sanji blinked, looking at the rest of the table. Nami had her phone out, taping Ms. Candy von Satin. Zoro watched approvingly, holding his beer up as Candy looked over at their table, crawling slowly in their direction before getting to her feet, doing her circle around the dance floor to accept money from her adoring audience.

No one who knew Usopp seemed surprised, and the crowd was eating up Candy’s performance. And her energy was so infectious that Sanji found himself letting go of his preconceived notions of his friend, applauding with the rest of them and getting up to stand next to Luffy, holding out a couple of dollar bills. While he waited, he told himself that he’d have to visit the ATM he’d noticed earlier near the entrance, not only to pay back Zoro, but to take out more money. He’d be a hypocrite to not be a better tipper than the rest of the audience, knowing what it was like to put on a show for tips.

When Candy came to him, she pointed to her corset, instructing him to slip his dollars inside. Sanji obliged, mouthing the word “Hi” at her before they kissed each other’s cheeks. “Thanks, hon,” Candy said near his ear before prancing off to accept money from the rest of Sanji’s table.

When Candy von Satin finished her song, Ivankov walked onto the dance floor and whispered something in her ear. “That was Miss Candy von Satin, everybody!” Ivankov said while Candy panted and waved. “Oh, I just get tired looking at you,” Ivankov moaned. “I used to be able to do that...hmm-hmm...years ago.”

Ivankov passed the microphone to Candy, who was still trying to catch her breath. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” she asked the crowd.

The bar cheered. Sanji smiled and clapped.

“BAAABE!”

Candy looked in Luffy’s direction, beaming when she saw him holding up a cup of water. “That’s Luffy, everyone,” she said, approaching him and taking the cup from him while everyone cheered for Luffy. She took a quick drink, then handed the cup back to her boyfriend, walking back to stand next to Ivankov.

Sanji took his chance to walk up to the ATM while the two drag queens talked, probably stalling for time. He took out enough money to pay back Zoro and plenty of singles for the rest of the night. He returned to his spot, trying to hand the money to Zoro, who refused. “Use it on the talent,” Zoro said, getting up out of his seat and heading for the bathroom.

Sanji watched Zoro, confused. So not only had Zoro invited him out and driven him here, but now he was paying for him. It was almost like this was a date.

Sanji startled at the thought, shaking his head violently as he got out of his seat. “Who wants shots?” he asked the table, earning cheers from Luffy and Nami.

“None for me, Sanji,” Vivi said, smiling at him. “I’m driving tonight.”

“Isn’t she adorable?” Nami asked, poking Vivi’s cheek. “So responsible.”

“Can I bring you a soda, Vivi?” Sanji asked, not wanting to leave her out. “Water?”

“Surprise me,” she said, giggling as Nami continued to poke her and praise her.

By the time everyone was back at the table, Candy and Ivankov introduced the next act. Everyone at the table held up their drinks, clinking them together. Sanji caught Zoro’s eye and found himself smiling at him. He felt warm when Zoro smiled back, but he wrote it off as the alcohol doing its job.

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“So, ready to go, Cook?” Zoro asked as he and Sanji left the bar after paying their tabs.

“In a bit,” Sanji said, nodding. “I wanna talk to Usopp. And I’d love to meet Luna.”

Zoro nodded, settling back into his seat while the girls chatted.

“Didja have fun, Sanji?” Luffy asked, cheeks red, lightly swaying to and fro to the music in his seat.

“I did.”

Luffy laughed. “Good. You should come more often.”

“I’d love to.”

“You didn’t even get to see Robin perform,” Nami said.

“Who’s Robin?” Sanji asked.

“Robin’s great!” Luffy exclaimed. “She goes by Damien Boulevard here.”

“Robin’s...a drag king?” Sanji asked hesitantly. With a drag queen named Emporio Ivankov, he couldn’t be too sure.

“Yep,” Nami said, nodding. “She also sometimes does burlesque. She and Vivi used to dance together.”

Vivi chuckled nervously, a sad smile on her face. “Oh, that was forever ago.”

Nami leaned her head against Vivi’s shoulder. “You could always try again...”

“Hey, guys!” Usopp called, still in the fuschia jumpsuit and black bob wig he’d changed into for his second performance.

“Babe!” Luffy threw his hands up. “You were great!”

“Aw, you always say that,” Usopp said, settling down into Luffy’s lap. He wrapped his arms around Luffy’s neck, resting his cheek against his boyfriend’s head. He looked at Sanji, smiling nervously. “Uh, hi, Sanji.”

“Hey, Usopp,” Sanji said, grinning at him. “Luffy’s right; you were great.”

Usopp chuckled softly, his blush visible even in the low lighting and the pounds of makeup he had on.

“Where’s Luna?” Luffy asked Usopp. “Sanji wants to meet her.”

“And she wants to meet him,” Usopp said, getting to his feet. Sanji sat up straighter in his seat. “Let me go grab my stuff and I’ll bring her over here.”

Nami looked at Sanji while Usopp walked off. “Well?” she said, expectantly.

“Well, what?”

“Aren’t you glad Zoro didn’t tell you anything?” Nami asked. “Didn’t that make the surprise better?”

Sanji scowled at Zoro, who looked pleased with himself. “I’m glad I came out tonight,” he said, choosing his words carefully.

Nami chuckled, shaking her head at him.

Usopp returned with Luna, who gasped and waved when they approached the table. The three women squealed and hugged each other, chattering about how pretty Luna looked tonight and how good her performances were.

“Luna,” Usopp said. “I’m going to bring our stuff to the car.”

“Okay, Usopp,” she said, pulling her phone out before handing her bag to him. “But let’s take a selfie first.”

“Sure.”

They stood next to each other, arms wrapped around each other’s waists. Even with Luna’s four inch heels and Usopp changed into comfortable shoes, Usopp was taller than her, so he held up the camera for them. “Look off to the left and look like we’re judging someone’s outfit together,” Luna instructed. 

“Got it,” Usopp said, falling into character and snapping the picture for them.

Satisfied with the final product, Luna grinned and hugged Usopp. “I’m gonna steal your boyfriend someday, Luffy,” she said as the couple walked off.

“You can’t steal him, Luna, but we can share,” Luffy laughed over his shoulder, waving at their group one last time.

“We carpool together,” Luna explained, turning her attention to Sanji. She smiled sultrily. “Now, who’s this tall glass of water?”

“That would be Dumbass,” Zoro said while Sanji blushed at Luna’s compliment. 

Sanji jabbed him in his rib cage, scrambling to his feet to stand before Luna. “Ah, I’m Sanji, Luna-chan,” he said while Luna offered him a hand to kiss.

“San-ji,” she enunciated while Sanji pressed his lips against her skin. “Why haven’t I see you here before?”

“No one’s ever invited me,” Sanji responded, chuckling softly.

“Zoro did last week,” Nami said.

“That, he did,” Sanji agreed. “And I’m glad. I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting you otherwise, Luna-chan.”

Luna tilted her head, humming. “Well, I better see you here again, okay?” she said. 

“You will!” Sanji promised. “I-I like seeing you perform.”

Luna giggled, bouncing cutely on her toes. “Thank you. It takes a lot of work to look this good.”

Nami yawned loudly, stretching her arms. “Well, we better get going,” she said as she and Vivi got to their feet. “I still have her for the weekend. Don’t ask me to go anywhere because I won’t be checking my phone.”

Vivi giggled. “Bye, everyone,” she said, giving Luna one last hug.

"Oi! Luna!” Luffy called from the entrance, waving. “Let’s go.”

Zoro got out of his seat and Luna hugged him. “Bye-bye, Zoro,” she said, rubbing his back briefly before she let go. “Thanks for bringing him around,” she said, sending them both a wink before joining Luffy and Usopp.

“Night, Luna,” Zoro said before looking at Sanji. “Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now are you ready?”

Sanji nodded. “This was nice, Marimo,” he said as they made their way out the door. “Different than I was expecting, but nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sanji chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?” he said as they walked closer to Zoro’s car.

“You still said yes to going with me,” Zoro said, pulling his keys out and unlocking his car as they got close.

Sanji watched him as Zoro got into the driver’s seat. He paused, hand resting on the door. “Yeah,” Sanji said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

Exhaling softly, Sanji got into the passenger seat of Zoro’s car, knowing he wouldn’t say no if Zoro offered to drive him the next time.

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CHAPTER 1 / The Peculiar Perils of Straw Hat Parties

Common commentary throughout the 5 seas held that Straw Hat parties were notoriously wild. This is something that Trafalgar Law, as well as the rest of his crew, are also learning first hand. Not that Law particularly feels like partying; after Dressrosa, the Heart Pirates Captain has a little soul-searching he’d like to attend to. But one tends to become… drawn in, to certain things around Luffy—regardless of one’s plans or intentions. This is how Law finds himself developing an unlikely and unexpected friendship with his ally’s navigator—and how that friendship, much like Luffy’s parties, grows far beyond his intentions.

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Chapter 1: More Than Meets The Eye

Chapter Rating: T Warnings: Mentions of canonical character death, sexually suggestive content

Thinking back on her first impressions of him atop that bleak, snowy hillside on Punk Hazard, she would have laughed at anyone suggesting the captain of the heart pirates was anything more than a cunning sadist with hidden malicious intent; after all, one manipulator knows another. She had him pegged the moment she met him: sharp eyes belying a calculating brilliance beneath his cool exterior, who knew the power of few words and subtle suggestion. He was a shichibukai—and she never had met one she liked, with a sizable bounty to match her estimation of his dangerousness. Yes, she had him pegged; or at least, she thought she did.

Had anyone dared to inform her then of how she herself would come to view him in but a few months time—as not merely a valued ally and friend, but a lover, she would have choked on her own spit.

But a lot can happen in a few months time; this, Nami would come to learn with startling clarity. And perhaps she shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, during Straw Hat parties, anything was possible.

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“I think I see it! I think I see it!” Luffy hollered eagerly from the crow’s nest, arms already stretching to swing from the mast before he’d even finished speaking. Nami smiled, glancing down at the jittering vivre card in her palm before murmuring to Franky who stood beside her at the helm.

“Seven degrees starboard should bring us alongside them.”

“Aye aye!” he responded with a grin, turning the wheel with slight, precise movements.

Glancing out at calm water, she could see in the distance the telltale swell amidst the usual ocean waves as the Polar Tang began to near the surface. Glancing briefly up at the sun—it looked to be around 4:30 in the afternoon, she estimated it would be about ten minutes before they reached their ally’s ship. Though he tried to hide it, she could tell he was eager to be reunited with his crew—especially after the unanticipated events on Dressrosa.

With clear skies and smooth waters, their allies located and no enemies in sight, it seemed they would finally have a bit of a respite—and about damn time.

She walked to the railing, quickly scanning the deck for her crew mates. Usopp sat fishing off the starboard side, animatedly telling one of his tall tales to an enraptured Chopper, and Zoro hollered insults at Sanji from beneath one of the deck trees—just the men she needed.

“Oi, Usopp! Zoro!” As both men turned to her, she gestured above her. “Start raising the sails!”

Before they could voice protestations she turned her attention to Law who sat quietly against the fore-mast, his Nodachi resting against his shoulder—a comparatively calm presence in an otherwise chaotic array of personalities staggered about the deck.

“Ten minutes ‘till we reach your crew, Torao.”

He tilted his head back to look up at her, golden eyes bright beneath the shadowed brim of his hat as he smiled—or, well, his version of a smile.

“Thank you, Nami-ya.”

She had to admit, It was nice to have someone with some semblance of manners on board. She nodded with a small smile, returning her attention to the vivre card and the rolling ocean waves.

—:—:—:—

“Incoming!”

Franky’s shouted warning was followed by a loud thunk as the gangplank fell onto the deck of the Polar Tang, connecting the two ships.

“Oi, oi, easy on the paint Robo-ya!”

However Law’s protestation was quickly drowned out by the stampeding footsteps of his crew, Bepo well in the lead as he ran full-pelt across the gang plank towards him.

“Captaaaaain! I’m going to hug you!”

With little ceremony the bear launched himself at a wide-eyed Law, who staggered back at the unexpected force. Wrapping around his captain’s upper half, the heart pirates navigator gleefully indulged in what couldn’t be more appropriately termed a bear hug.

It was, if she had to put a word to it, cute to see the way Law reacted to the show of affection. It was subtle—likely by intention if she knew him at all, which she liked to think she’d come to at least a little; but Nami was well-versed in subtlety even if most of the rest of the crew seemed incapable of comprehending the meaning of the word. His head tilted down just a bit to hide the glimmer in his eyes, and a small smile tugged insistently at the corners of his lips, his posture relaxing easily into the bear’s fuzzy embrace. She leaned forward on the railing, smiling.

“Shishishi!” Luffy’s laughter echoed from the forecastle deck as he launched himself towards Law and his congregating crew.

“We should celebrate! Oi! Sanji! Make everyone some meat!”

Luffy’s sudden declaration startled her out of her amusement over Law’s covert huggle session with Bepo. She straightened, her eyes darting to Sanji—usually a voice of reason, who was instead walking towards the kitchen. Anxiously, she returned her attention to her own captain.

“Wait, Luffy! Don’t you think we should maybe dock at an island or something first?! We’re out in the middle of the sea and this is the new world—the conditions could turn on us at any moment.”

He turned to smile up at her without a trace of concern, draping his arms easily over a smiling Bepo and a frowning Law who stared at the offending hand but made no move to remove it.

“It’ll be fine, Nami! Who knows how long it would take to find an island; and besides, you’ll know if the weather changes before we need to do anything about it—you always do!”

She felt her ire flare at his statement. He was absolutely right, of course—but his shameless flattery did little to minimize the fact that he had openly admitted he was relying on her to keep an eye out for danger while the rest of the two crews partied. She couldn’t kick Zoro’s ass at a drinking contest (and fleece him for all he was worth while she was at it) if she had to be the responsible one! Responsible people were sober!

“Baka!” she shouted from the railing, leaning over it further in her anger, “You don’t get to have fun while I’m stuck keeping your sorry asses safe!”

Luffy simply laughed, releasing both Bepo and Law. “It’ll be fine, Nami! This is a celebration so you should have fun, too!” He then turned towards the kitchen, stretching his arms for the railing as he shouted again. “Oi! Sanji! Meat!”

“I’m already on it, you rubber idiot! Be patient!”

“Yohohoho!” Brook laughed from the swing, standing and pulling out his violin. “Shall I play something for the occasion?”

“Suuuuperrr!”

Nami sighed, leaning against the railing with a hand to her temple. As she glanced out at the deck with a resigned huff—she well knew when she was beaten with her crew, she felt eyes on her. Following the sensation, she found Law gazing up at her display of exasperation with a hint of amusement. He readjusted his nodachi on his shoulder, one golden eye twinkling beneath the brim of his hat as he smirked and gave the smallest of shrugs, before turning to follow an excited Bepo into the kitchen. She couldn’t help but feel a little heartened. At least someone else recognized the inconvenience, even if it wasn’t anyone on her nutty crew.

—:—:—:—

The sun was just beginning to set, amber light turning the blue water seafoam green as it hovered above the horizon. The party had just begun to get underway, and Law was on his third mug of ale. Limbs loose and a rare smile on his face, he gazed out at the water from the solitude of the upper aft deck. The sweet smell of citrus blossoms danced in the air with the mouthwatering tang of Sanji’s shish-kabobs, piped up to the deck from the kitchen chimney not far from where he leaned against the mast.

He felt… peaceful; free. It wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with, nor one that he yet trusted, but it was nonetheless welcome. So much of his life had been dedicated to seeking vengeance against Doflamingo—building his crew, honing his skills, training and preparing and planning; until that vengeance had been achieved, he hadn’t realized how much he had pushed aside, the simple pleasures he had ignored or left unnoticed—the desires and whims he refused to allow himself.

Like watching the sunset and enjoying the smell of citrus blossoms.

Though there was a small, instinctually protective part of himself that refused to believe Doflamingo was really, truly dealt with, with the Shichibukai’s imprisonment a tremendous weight the likes of which he hadn’t fully comprehended had lifted from his shoulders—and for the first time in over a decade he felt able breathe deeply. His world, once black and white and grey—life and death and suffering, had been suffused with color. Everything was just a little bit brighter; sounds were sharper, smells were stronger…

From the lawn deck, he heard the lilting laugh of the Straw hat navigator rise above the chatter of their two crews. Frowning down at the tightness forming in his pants, he shifted uncomfortably.

Other things seemed to be… stronger, as well.

He’d never given his sex drive much consideration over the course of his life. Sure he’d had the occasional liaison, but his physical desires had never been much of a preoccupation. It was yet another thing he’d come to notice these past few weeks—something that his fixation on vengeance had repressed over the course of years; now that his decades-long plan had finally come to fruition, his mind suddenly found itself wholly unoccupied, and quite open to new stimulus.

It was in the wake of this realization that he, for the first time really, noticed how little the Straw hats’ navigator actually wore.

While the archeologist also tended to prefer less fabric to more, she was nowhere near as daring as Nami. Sure, he had been aware of this fact for quite some time—in concept. On Punk Hazard she’d been wearing nothing more than a bikini top and jeans, and in Dressrosa she’d reduced those jeans to very short shorts. But it hadn’t quite… registered, in some higher part of his brain, all he skin left exposed.

And good God what she left exposed…

Objectively he recognized that she was attractive; she was all long legs and full breasts, with a narrow waist and bright eyes… Her wanted poster was a favorite among pirates and marines alike, something he’d noted with some amusement when he’d crossed the Navy’s path as a Shichibukai. But like with her attire (or lack thereof), he hadn’t quite… registered, how striking she really was, until a few weeks ago.

It had made life aboard the Sunny a bit more trying in a way he hadn’t been expecting. He’d grown accustomed to Luffy’s… exuberance, grown familiar with Sanji and Zoro’s constant bickering, the small explosions originating from Usopp’s factory. All things considered, he rather felt he’d adjusted quite well to the overall lunacy of Mugiwara’s crew. His gratitude for their (albeit unexpected) loyalty on Dressrosa certainly aided his patience.

But he had not anticipated, nor had he been prepared for the wholehearted return of his sex drive after recovering from his injuries aboard Bartolomeo’s ship.

He quietly sighed, leaning against the main mast as he watched the sun slowly sink towards the water. In the larger scheme of things, it was a relatively small price to pay. He had some catching up to do, perhaps, once they reached a habited island; find some woman to charm into his bed for the night (or several) and relieve the tension his own efforts failed to. Until then he’d just have to suffer through Nami’s undersized wardrobe. Subconciously he rubbed his right arm; he’d been through far worse, after all.

The sun was beginning to ripple and waver as Law breathed in the crisp ocean air, savoring the silence of the deck. The party would get into full swing soon enough, he was sure, and he aimed to get a little peace before the ruckus was inescapable. He lifted his mug to his lips, swallowing back the remaining ale in his mug. As he closed his eyes, basking in the warm amber light, the squeak of the observation room door caused him to creak an eye open and glance towards the source of the noise.

“Oh! Hey Torao, I didn’t think anyone was up here,” Nami said with a smile, shutting the door behind her with one foot. She had a basket on one arm and shears in the other and, he couldn’t help but gratefully notice, wore a thigh-length sweater—far more than she’d been wearing earlier in the afternoon.

“Nami-ya,” he acknowledged before returning his gaze to the sea, debating the pro’s and cons of descending into the commotion of the lower decks to refill his mug.

She walked towards him—or rather, towards her trees which occupied the space against the other side of the mast.

“Here.”

Without preamble she thrust her basket at him, beckoning him to her trees as she knelt before them. “Since you’re just standing there, help me with this real quick—I want to finish before the sun goes down and I’ll work faster with two hands.”

Perhaps it was the foreign feeling of calm aboard the Sunny making him unusually compliant—refusal only briefly crossed his mind, but he did as instructed. Standing next to her with the basket in hand, he watched as she thoughtfully pruned the first tree, inspecting each mikan carefully and gently placing the ripe ones in the basket.

“You know there are easier ways to fend off scurvy. You don’t have to keep live citrus trees on your ship.”

“That’s not why I keep them,” she answered smoothly without turning from her task, gently squeezing a mikan between her fingers before deeming it ready and giving it a gentle tug. She then turned thoughtful, pausing in her task before adding, “Well, not the primary reason anyway.”

He eyed her a moment as she moved to the next tree, placing her clippings in a bin beside the small grove.

“Then why do you keep them?”

She smiled softly as she reached for the next fruit, rubbing a smudge of dirt from it tenderly before answering.

“Because they’re from my mother’s grove. A little souvenir of home.”

“You’re from east blue, right?” he asked, though he felt he already knew the answer. Mikans were a common export from that ocean.

She hummed in response. “Bellemére—my mother, ran an orchard, where she raised my sister and I until I was ten. Best Mikans in all of the Conomi islands,” she boasted proudly.

Law eyed her as she carefully parted the tree’s branches to reach a more hidden fruit.

“Why did you leave then?”

He didn’t know why he was asking, but curiosity and boredom encouraged his curiosity.

She stilled, fingertips gently brushing a particularly broad leaf as she gazed at it, eyes faraway. It was several moments before she answered.

“She was killed; and I was kidnapped and forced into a pirate crew.” She was quiet a moment before adding with a small laugh, “It’s kind of how I met Luffy, actually.”

Law’s brow furrowed and he eyed her closely as she resumed her task, but did not respond. As he was learning from his time aboard the Sunny, all of the Straw Hats had more to them than met the eye—Nami was no exception. A pirate at ten years old… he could certainly relate.

She finished her pruning in silence, though it was a peaceful silence. Law’s eyes once more navigated out to the sunset, where the bright orange orb was meeting with the water, mind briefly returning to his earlier thoughts—tumbling and drifting much like the waves.

Doflamingo was gone…

When finally she stood, he extended the basket wordlessly and she took it with a smile, her eyes on him uncomfortably analytical. She placed her shears carefully beside the ripe fruit before returning her gaze to him, then following his eyes out to sea.

“It’s strange, isn’t it? Like there’s a little part of you that refuses to believe you’re really free.”

Her voice was soft, her eyes kind, yet despite that Law felt himself bristle at how easily she had seen through him.

“And what makes you say that, Nami-ya?” he inquired guardedly.

She hummed quietly, tilting her head at him with a small knowing smile as she answered.

“Because I felt the same way when Luffy saved me.”

She didn’t wait for a response, merely turned and walked towards the door with her hand raised behind her.

“Thanks for the help.”

Then, she disappeared into the library.

Law stared at the door for several minutes, not quite sure what to make of her words—or her, for that matter. She was the one member of the crew he’d had little time to get to know personally, and had perhaps dismissed the most readily. But there was quite a bit more to Nami than met the eye. She was far more perceptive than he gave her credit, for one; and he was seeing more and more how foolish that dismissal was.

He returned his gaze to the sea. The sun was now half hidden by the horizon, and he watched the rest slowly sink beneath the waves as he let his thoughts turn. She wasn’t wrong; Doflamingo had haunted him his entire adult life. Now he was gone, wrapped in twice his weight in seastone chains at the bottom of Impel Down. It was hard to believe that someone who had been such an omnipresent and looming specter could truly be gone, though It was a change he was happy to try and adjust to.

It did, however, make him wonder about her own life, and what her careful words had only hinted at. He’d had no idea she’d been a pirate before joining Luffy—for it had been on his crew that she’d gained notoriety, and it made him wonder: who was Cat Thief Nami before she was the navigator on a Supernova’s crew?

He heard her reappear on the lower decks a few minutes later, the assaulting shouts of Luffy pulling him from his thoughts.

“Oi, Nami! Have you seen Torao?!”

Law frowned. He had sought refuge on the furthest deck from the festivities specifically because he wanted some distance before the party became inescapable, hoping that the rest of his crew would be enough of a distraction for the other captain. Apparently not. He let out a sigh, pulling away from the mast as he made for the door—and another hiding spot—but stopped when he heard her response.

“Haven’t seen him,” she responded casually. “Have you checked the sub?”

He stilled, a smile growing before he let himself relax against the mast again. He uttered a silent ‘thank you’ before turning his gaze up to the darkening sky. Yes, Cat Thief Nami was full of surprises.

Stars were just starting to emerge, and he decided he’d enjoy what extra time she had bought him. Straw hat would find him soon enough, and besides, he would need to head down there eventually if he wanted to refill his mug. By the sounds of the growing laughter and the noodling of a guitar—Brook, no doubt—the party was just getting started; and he knew, soon enough, he’d be swept up into the pace of the straw hats—whether he wanted to or not.

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Hello 😳 so I saw your post about Kyoshiro and Bartolomeo with a clingy short fem!S/O who's also a scary cat, and let me tell you, that post AWAKENED something inside of me 🤤💞 so I would like to request a King, Sanji, and Mihawk with clingy short fem!S/O who's also a scary cat if your request are still opened that is 😚👉👈 thank you in advance, and you can ignore this request if you want. I hope you have a good day or night luv 😚💗

King, Sanji with a clingy short fem!S/O who’s a scaredy cat

King x Reader,   Sanji x Reader

Description: King & Sanji (seperate) with a short fem!S/O who is clingy and gets scared easily + oneshot/drabble with her getting scared and hiding behind character

Warnings: very mild implied sexual harrassment (in King’s oneshot), mild cursing

A/N: I’m so glad you liked it, it was so fun to write! 💐 (I love how you used so many emojis in your request) and I hope it’s okay I only did sanji and king, it’s just that this situation ends up fairly long 💕

*for King let’s say you’re around his height, the top of your head is a little above his waist 

King is definitely not the most affectionate person, he’s not a fan of PDA other than having you sit on his lap. if you get too physically affectionate (which is very) then King will warn you in a stern voice to stop, and if you don’t then he’ll move you away or simply place you on the ground and push you away

in private he’s more okay with you being clingy, still not the fondest though

he has nothing against your height, he (secretly) finds it adorable and he likes to watch you walk around the Beast Pirates crew because he finds it amusing to see the height differences between you and everyone else, your height is another reason he prefers having you stay on his lap often or at least have you right next to him- he’s worried someone (Kaido) will step on you

he also likes the way your hand looks on him, whether it’s resting on his arm, his chest, or his own hand, he always stares at the interaction and admires how precious and sweet you look

he sometimes finds your cowardness irritating, but even as he scolds you or strictly teases you for being scared so easily, he’s happy that you come to him to feel safe- honestly he never thought someone would feel safe with him nor did he want someone to until he met you

and after he scolds you he always pushes you away or behind him so he can handle whoever messed with his angel (usually it’s Queen, he likes messing with King and one of the most effective ways to do that is to mess with you) he also uses his wings as somewhat of a shield for you, providing cover usually 

+ oneshot

You tentatively walked through the dimly lit hall in the Beast Pirates base, the cold stone chilling the air around you and creating a slight echo of the patter of your shoes.

keeping your eyes trained on the ground while a few lesser crew members passed you, you followed the little cracks in the stone, branching out and creating intricate patterns- your eyes fell upon a pair of shoes and you froze midstep, looking up and perceiving Queen staring down at you, an unsettling smirk contorting his face

you smiled slightly up at him, trying to step around him and continue only to be stopped by his hand reaching out and tilting your head to look at him, the touch seding shivers down your spine, the bad kind of shivers

it wasn’t unusual for Queen to mess with you, enjoying your disturbed and fearful reactions as the sadistic man he is, and the reaction he gets from King is pure gold to him- he enjoys making King get protective so he can tease him for being so smitten

“______, how bout you come with me! some of the crew are going to sumo wrestle! come see their heads pop off!”

Queen laughed at your unsettled expression before leaning down a bit and blowing smoke out into your face,

“or maybe I should snap the collar on you an’ throw you into the ring”

you gasped, causing Queen to chortle in amusement- you took the moment of his distraction to move away from his touch and scurry off down the hall, hearing Queen call after you in a mocking tone and follow in pursuit

you hurried through the halls and spotted King at the end in the large room at the end, he stood at the table conversing with Jack, though clearly uninterested with the subject

you picked up your pace and your heels clicked against the ground alerting King, who knew you are the only one who wears shoes that make that sound. he turned to the entrance happy to have something to do other than play with Jack, but he didn’t like the worried expression on your face- nor Queen rounding the corner after you having all too familar mischievous expression on his lips. 

scurrying into the room, you ran over to King and hid behind his large wings. his glare never left Queen as the large man entered the room and moved towards where you stood huddled against King’s wings, stopping in front of the armored man and taking a long drag on his cigar. 

“what are you doing you moron”

Queen laughed at King’s protectiveness already showing, finding amusement in his crewmember’s smittenesque.

“I was inviting her to play a game you jackass!”

he laughed heartily at King’s insulted and angry expression. your boyfriend took a step forward, now only a few feet away from Queen- the atmosphere in the room grew tense and Jack was watching with wary eyes matching yours as you watched the two calamities square up, both ready to strike if it came to it. but King is observant, he saw that Queen had no intention of hurting him, he simply wanted to scare you and get a rise out of him.

he scoffed and turned begrudgingly back to you, moving to take a seat at the table and lifting you onto his lap with ease. you settled against his steel covered chest, still slightly shaking from Queen’s scare- King’s eyes narrowed at Queen when he chuckled again and sat in the chair between King and Jack, throwing a wink in your direction. King visibly flinched and his behind left the chair momentarily before returning, remembering that’s what Queen wanted- and you were safe on his lap. 

Sanji is super clingy himself, he has no problem at all with your affection and neediness. he’s always more than happy to hug you or cuddle you or kiss you, it’s one of his favorite things to do- he’s constantly asking himself how he got so lucky to have a girl like you

one of the things Sanji finds most adorable about you is your height, no matter what you do Sanji thinks you’re the cutest thing ever, he’s always offering to carry you, he always pulls you onto his lap- back hugs are another one of his favorite things because your body is so much smaller than his own and he thinks it’s adorable how perfectly you fit in his embrace, and don’t even get him started on how cute your hands look holding onto his hand

your slight cowardness gives him an excuse to hold you even more, he offers his hand or arm for you to hold, and whenever you grab onto him he has to fight back the squeals and focus on the problem at hand, making sure you feel safe and are completely out of harm’s way

+ oneshot 

the island you docked at had a quaint little town, small but bustling with life- you had gone to look at a store for some new clothes. unfortunately you couldn’t find anything and you had to head back to the ship empty handed. to make things even worse, while you were watching the ground you bumped into someone, who happened to be much bigger than you and piss drunk. 

“oi! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, stuttering out an apology that only seemed to make the man madder. 

“you need to fucking watch where you’re... you’re going”

he swayed on his feet and leaned down so that he was face level with you, pointing an accusing finger in your face and once again his alcohol filled breath invaded your senses.

“you-you have no idea who you’re dealing with”

his words slurred together and his unbalance caused him to lean forward slightly and you took a step back- all of a sudden you heard a familiar voice over the crowd’s chatter.

“______-swaaaan!!”

you looked to the side and spotted the relieving blond hair bouncing through the crowd while your boyfriend quickly weaved his way through the crowd towards you. stopping beside you and throwing his hands wielding shopping bags into the air.

“I got you gifts my beautiful  _____-swan!” 

this is when he noticed the man far too close for his liking, his face fell with his arms, turning to one of suspicion and confusion, then to one of disgust and slight anger. he handed you the bags gently and stepped in front of the man, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“why are you bothering my little _____-swan?”

his voice was tight and you could tell he was mad, but the strager didn’t seem to pick up on the danger in his drunkness. you reached up and clutched the bottom of Sanji’s jacket in your hand, he felt the action rigth away and his anger dissipated and his face broke into a huge grin. he spun on his heel and threw his arms around your waist, picking you up and smushing his cheek against yours while he rambled about how adorable you are- his perfect moment ruined by the stranger’s words.

“she ran into me you bastard, make her *hiccup* apologize before I do”

“oi, don’t ignore me!”

Sanji’s smile faltered slightly and he lifted his foot, spinning quickly and kicking the man with such force that it sent him flying away through the wall of the shop behind. 

“I’m trying to hug my angel! don’t interupt you idiot!”

“_____-swan I’m so sorry you had to see that~!”

you giggled at Sanji’s foolishness, leaning you head down to peck his nose- making his cheeks turn an even brighter red and he squealed. 

“ooh we need to get back to the ship so you can try on the clothes I got for you my dear!”

he placed his arm under you, switching to holding you in a bridal style, and he pranced off down the street towards the awaiting ship- his face still dangerously flushed and his eyes closed in joy.