#even if luffy isn’t my favorite to write

[hollythius]

Hi hi!!! I hope youre doing well?

Was wondering if i could ask for a luffy fluff where for one whole day he was silent while staring at the reader and it turns out that he was thinking how beautiful the reader is 😭 you can delete this if you want :)

today ; luffy x reader

hi maira!! i’m doing great! hope your alright as well :) i’m not too much of a luffy fan (in the romantic sense) so i’m so sorry if this turned out bad! i’ve…actually never written luffy before i don’t think. huh.

the sun beamed down on the crew, nami explaining that today would be one of the hottest they’d experience. luffy positioned himself on the ship’s figurehead, while you took to sunbathing on the deck.

luffy’s eyes wandered, looking for something interesting. the pout on his face was evident when he saw that ussop and chopper had retreated inside, and that zoro was fast asleep against the mast. nami and robin were chatting with sanji in the kitchen, brook was busy tuning his violin, and franky was busing repairing scratches on the sunny.

so naturally, his eyes landed on you. the sun’s rays bounced off of you, giving off an ethereal glow. his stomach felt tingly, sorta like he was hungry, but he couldn’t bring himself to go nag sanji about meat. luffy’s gaze was stuck.

as the hours passed and you occasionally got up to reapply sunscreen, or fell asleep, or do other mundane things, luffy still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his stomach was rumbling, but for once he didn’t care. the crew was growing worried, all except you, because you had felt his gaze on you all day. if you were the most interesting thing out here, who were you to deny your captain his entertainment?

eventually it was time for dinner, and luffy mindlessly followed you into the kitchen. upon his entrance, several hands were on him; checking his temperature or making sure he still had a pulse.

“stop it guys! what’s up with you?” luffy whined, swatting their hands away.

“you haven’t said anything all day! isn’t that cause for our concern?!” nami roared.

“you haven’t even begged for meat once! did you get a heatstroke out there?”

as the crew’s concerns fell on deaf ears, luffy simply couldn’t take his eyes off of you. it was flattering that your captain really cared like that, so you’d let him be.

[zoromuse]

want you (need you) | headcannons

taking an aphrodisiac with them and seeing who gives in first

characters. eustass kid, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji

general cw. f!reader, aphrodisiacs, just overall desperate men

a/n. based on this ask, thank you for requesting, i had such fun writing this <3

part two

EUSTASS KID

cw. mention of thigh riding, bulge

It definitely takes some convincing for him, but once he sees the competitive aspect of it, he’s kind of driven to the idea. 

At first he found it kind of amusing, since he could see it started affecting you first; even though you said you were fine when he asked you, he didn’t miss the way you clenched your thighs for some friction from time to time. 

Then it started affecting him, his body growing hot all over, from his cocks to his heat that were bright red from all the nerves, but he’d rather die than give in first. 

In the end, you’d have to give up and ask him for what you want, he’s too stubborn to lose and you can’t take it anymore.

You were the first to pounce on him, straddling his lap and quickly grinding on his thigh to get any sort of relief you could find. Your thighs tremble on either side of his waist, and you’re panting wildly because it feels like you’ve been holding your breath ever since you felt the delicious drag of his cock in your walls for the first time of the night, but you’ve never felt better. 

You bask in the afterglow of your orgasm for the next few minutes before you realize he’s growing hard inside of you again. You’re terrified to look anywhere, down to the place you connect with him for fear of seeing the bulge he’s surely leaving in your tummy, and absolutely terrified to look up to his face for fear of being met with the unchanging animalistic look of his face.

"Did you think I would be satisfied with just one time? I was just waiting for you to give in, now I'm gonna have my way with you…"

MONKEY D. LUFFY

cw. whiny luffy

He is always willing to try anything you want, so I don't think it would take a lot of convincing. 

He understood the competitive aspect of it, but as soon as he started feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac he got extra touchy with you.

When you remind him you were supposed to see who could last the longest away from each other, it's almost like he doesn't hear you.

"Fuck that, I need you right now"

“W-wait!” you exclaim, his hands pushing at the dip of your fack to get you to arch further into him. This isn’t his favorite position, he much prefers so see you bounce on his lap and make a mess of yourself, or just simple missionary where he can see all the pretty faces he causes in you with every drag of his cock, but he’ll take this for now. 

“No please, I don’t wanna stop…” he all but whines. His cock keeps abusing that same spot he knows drives you crazy, that’s why you’re having such a hard time voicing your concerns. 

“You can’t be so… l-loud, someone might hear!” Your warnings fall to deaf ears, his pace is unrelenting and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, despite this being the third time tonight. The substance only gave him a boost on his already big stamina, and you’re starting to regret suggesting this to him. 

“I love you so much,” he said. “I don’t care if anyone hears, I just want to-... mmm f-fuck-!”

RORONOA ZORO

cw. lots of dirty talk, a little bit of mean dom zoro if u squint, mating press, bulge

Much like Kid, he likes the competitiveness of it all, so it’s easy to convince him about this idea. 

I think he would take a more teasing approach on it though.

As soon as he sees you’re feeling the same heat he is, he starts whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to give in first.

“You’re so warm, bet you feel so hot down there too, don’t you?” “How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?"

“Fuck, thank god…” he groans, his hands holding your legs pressed to your chest as you claw at the sheets next to you. “Didn’t know how much longer I could take” 

The irony of it all is that you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. His grasp on your legs and the way his cock hits all the right spots you were aching to have filled, it’s so overwhelming, and yet it’s everything you had been craving tonight.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his thrusts growing deeper and harder, if possible. “Too dumb to talk now?”

You nod, knowing if you tried speaking a mixture of slurred and unintelligible words would be the only thing falling past your lips. He doesn’t mind though, he likes watching you go dumb on his cock, still mindful enough to look down at the way his cock keeps bulging at your tummy. 

VINSMOKE SANJI

cw. dacryphilia if u squint

He’s willing to try anything for you, so it literally only takes suggesting it for him to agree. 

He tries to act like it’s fine, part of him wants to impress you, and part of him wants to see you beg for him. 

Then again, he’s not very patient when it comes to you, so he’ll start with sloppy kisses to your neck, acting like he’s trying to make you give in first.

Eventually it turns into him cursing under his breath, and before he realizes the words are coming out, he’s begging for you to give him something, anything.

“Fuck-!” He groans, throwing his head back. You’re riding him, your tits are bouncing to the rhythm of your hips and your hands are grasping at his chest for balance. He keeps bucking his hips into you, and it’s throwing you off, but he’s reaching the deepest spots of your walls and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

Still, it’s not enough for him. 

He turns you both over, your back landing on the bed with a cry because he took you by surprise, and his hands now on either side of your body, holding himself up as your legs wrap around his waist and he fucks into you just the way he knows you like it.

Sanji hates to see you cry, but somehow he finds the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your closed eyes so appealing, it almost drives him to the edge. Almost. He wouldn’t even think about leaving his baby unsatisfied.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Served On A Platter (Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Aren’t you my good birthday boy?”

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: In which you give a very special surprise breakfast to your favorite love chef for his birthday...and you make pancakes too.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Bimbo!Reader; Food Play; Oral Sex; Titty Sucking; Deepthroating; msub switch!Sanji; FDom switch!Sanji; Kitchen Sex; Birthday Sex; Sanji Eats You Out On The Table; Bent Over The Counter; Doggystyle; Covering Mouth; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; Almost Caught

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very happy, wonderful to my love chef, my 200th baby daddy AND favorite Strawhat member, Sanji Vinsmoke!! Enjoy, y'all & happy March! Let's all make it a good month now that spring is coming! -Jazz

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It’s a beautiful Saturday morning out at sea. 

The sun is pouring through the curtains and you’re snuggled up underneath your man with his arms wrapped tight around you in bed. 

Usually, you’d be giddy at the chance to spend the morning in bed with your handsome and cuddly boyfriend, cuddled up into his hard chest and breathing in his scent after a night of amazing, passionate, mindblowing sex that had you screaming and Zoro knocking on the wall to shut you both up. 

Usually, you’d spend time watching him as he sleeps, tracing his skin with your fingertips and admiring how the sun makes his lashes and hair look like spun gold. Sanji is such a pretty, pretty man––all long legs and a body lean with muscle and an even prettier dick. You couldn’t be happier or luckier to have him for your own…and yet he says he’s the lucky one! 

Saturday mornings are reserved specifically for cuddling and morning sex (exclusively in that order)...but not today. Today, you have a plan. A plan that involves keeping Sanji asleep until that plan is complete. 

So after pecking him gently on the cheek, you slip out of bed and tip-toe to the bathroom for your silk robe to throw on. You then walk to the bedroom door and silently slip out, closing the door behind you. As you creep to the kitchen, you can hear sounds of the Strawhats sleeping: snores from Luffy and Zoro; Chopper adorably talking in his sleep, etc. 

The sky is not yet alight with the sun which peeks ever so slightly over the horizon, making the water glitter like it’s made of diamonds. The crew is usually asleep around this time which means you have about two hours before everyone is awake and feening for homecooked meals…specifically Sanji’s homecooked meals. 

But today, you want to give him a break and cook for him and the crew for a change. Today is his day, the very day he was brought onto this beautiful, blue planet. His birthday! You originally had no idea what to do for him as Sanji isn’t a “birthday person”. You were shocked to hear that he didn’t even want a party. 

“Don’t strain yourself, mon chéri,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Every day is my birthday with you on my arm.”

Though the sweet talk worked for a little while, you still felt bad for not being able to give him anything for his birthday. Then one night, you came up with the perfect idea. Your man loves to cook for those he loves, so why not you cook for him and show him how much you love him? 

It’s the perfect idea! Though you aren’t a master cook like Sanji, you can read a recipe and you’ve helped in the kitchen many times before. You want to show how much you appreciate him sweating over a stove to fix meals for you and the crew. How much you adore his passion and his loving nature. And the way to man’s heart is ALWAYS through his stomach. 

So you tip-toe into the kitchen and begin to set up shop …but with a twist. Before you start cooking, you strip yourself of your robe and put on Sanji’s “Kiss The Cook” apron, tying it around your waist. It only covers your naked front, leaving the completely exposed so your thong and delectable asscheeks show. You giggle excitedly as you skip to the fridge for ingredients. Sanji is going to be soooo surprised! 

You figure pancakes, eggs, and bacon are good enough, so you begin making those. You play music softly on the stereo that Sanji usually plays his music on, either something jazz-related or French, wash your hands, and begin to cook. 

You butter up your pans. You pour milk into the bowl of beaten eggs and whisk them before pouring the yellow mixture into a nonstick frying pan for fluffy, scrambled eggs. You fry the bacon in a pan, loving the way it sizzles and snaps in the grease. You pop some yeast rolls dusted in flour and glazed with butter in the oven for twenty-five to thirty minutes. 

Then you start on the pancake mix, humming to Michael Buble’s “Sway” as you do. You find yourself swaying your hips and naked ass beneath Sanji’s apron as you add eggs, flour, milk, vanilla extract, and cinnamon (Sanji’s secret ingredient to sweet pancakes and waffles) to the mix. 

Though you find yourself multi-tasking to make sure things don’t burn, you also find yourself loving every minute of cooking. You love the many delectable aromas in your nose and the joy of doing something well. Is this what Sanji feels like every time he cooks? After placing the fluffy eggs on a plate and turning the bacon over in the pan, you begin to whisk the pancake batter with a firm hand like Sanji has taught you before, holding the bowl in the crook of your arm. 

You sway your hips without a care in the world, humming happily to the music and smiling to yourself as you picture your boyfriend’s face once he gets a look at this delicious birthday breakfast…but little do you know, he is already getting a look at his breakfast by the door and it has zero to do with the food. 

You hear a slight clearing of someone’s throat and it’s enough to make you jump and nearly drop the bowl. You whip around, finding Sanji leaning against the kitchen door. He is in the silk matching PJs he bought for you and himself though barefoot so you get a look at his big ass feet. Your eyes trail up to his crotch where you see the outline of him, meaning he’s freeballing this morning. 

You practically foam at the mouth for a piece of that dick this morning, but you know that comes later. Sanji gives you a crooked smile, nodding at the stereo. “Nice song.” 

You slowly inhale and exhale, slowing your hammering heartbeat. “What are you doing up?” you curiously ask. “I thought you were sleeping!” You turn to the counter, lowering the bowl of pancake batter down.

“Well, I woke feeling cold and I realized you weren’t in bed with me,” Sanji says as he wanders into the delicious-smelling kitchen. “Plus, somethin’ smelled good and I knew the others weren’t cooking. I initially thought I was just dreaming.” 

You giggle, turning off the fire for the bacon and scooping them out with a spatula before placing them on a plate beside the eggs. The butter in the pancake ban has begun to sizzle so you carefully scoop a bit of batter into a spoon and pour it into the pan in an almost perfect circle. But shape doesn’t matter. You just hope it looks and tastes good. 

“You’re up early,” he points out. “What are you doing out of bed, mon chere?” You feel him push himself up behind you, making you feel every outline of his muscles and his dick in his silk pants. You swallow hard, trying to focus on the sizzling pancake as he wraps his arms around you. “Cooking for the crew…but mostly for you.” 

“For me?” Sanji questions, sounding confused. “You’re cooking for me? Why?”

You pause, flipping the pancake over to reveal a golden brown surface with crunchy, brown edges. The best kind of pancake! “Because…” You twist around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “Today is a special day.” 

You watch as your beautiful boyfriend’s face, still twinged with sleep and laziness in his eyes, scowls at you with a cute, confused pout. “Your birthday!” you exclaim. “Hello?! Did you forget about your own birthday, babe?” You run a hand through his unruly, blonde hair, too tempted to ignore. 

Sanji shakes his head, still looking adorably befuddled. “No, I just figured it wouldn’t be a big deal for all of this.” You turn to take the pancake out of the pan and place it on a big plate to stack up late with pancakes. “All I’m doing is making pancakes,” you giggle as you pour another circle of batter into the pan. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but it still can be.” 

Though you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed or even a beautiful spread of flapjacks, eggs, bacon, coffee, and fruit at the table, you know he is pleasantly surprised and overjoyed when he hugs you to his body oh-so tightly. “Oh, darling,” he coos. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to go through such trouble. You are my birthday present.” 

After you flip the second pancake over, you flush at his sweet talk and twist around to face him. His lips are on yours immediately, claiming them in a kiss that is passionate at first but then quickly becomes passionate and heated. Soft moans travel into each other’s mouths as the hold you have around his neck grows tighter and you have to stand on your toes to reach him due to how tall he is. 

Sanji’s hands begin to sneak around your waist to give your ass a squeeze and then trail up o the ties of his apron and your naked back. He briefly stops kissing you to look down at you in shock. “Wait….are you naked under here?” He looks down at your chest where, sure enough, your luscious breasts and hard nipples push through the apron. “It’s another surprise for you,” you purr. 

Sanji nearly gets a nosebleed. He has to cover his mouth with one hand while the other quickly snatches at you, pulling you into his hardened cock under his pants. “Ah-ah,” you giggle, smacking his hands away. “No nookie until after I serve you.” Sanji’s eyes gleam with lust at your words. 

“You know what I mean!” you whine, ignoring the throb in your panties as you push him towards the small breakfast table on the other side of the kitchen. “Now stop trying to turn me on and go sit down. I’m putting the pancakes on now.” 

With a groan and a pout, Sanji does as you say and sits down, stretching his long legs out in front of him. You smile, feeling frisky and sexy after you pour the third pancake into the pan. 

“Lemme just check on the yeast rolls,” you loudly announce before opening the oven door and bending forward, giving your man the perfect view of your ass. 

“God!” he groans, making you giggle to yourself. “You’re killing me over here, baby. Please don’t tease me.” You close the oven and turn to him, finding him stroking himself through his pants, his face twinged with a red blush that makes him look absolutely adorable. You love how it’s so, so easy to rile him up. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you mock innocently say as you begin brewing some coffee. “I’m only checking on breakfast so I can serve you, sir.” At the mention of his favorite nickname in the bedroom coming out of those pretty, soft lips of yours, Sanji has to grab several napkins to clean up the drops of blood that have begun to ooze out of his nose. 

You strut over to him once more, bringing a coffee mug and a pot of freshly brewed coffee with you. “Would you like some coffee while you wait for your food, sir?” you ask, staring down at him and slowly batting your lashes. 

“You sure I can’t just have you?” he purrs, one hand sneaking sound your waist to smack your ass. The delicious sound of his hand making contact with your asscheek nearly makes you moan. “I don’t think he can wait until the pancakes are done.” He nods down at his cock that is throbbing in his pans. You think about throbbing in your mouth instead. 

“Oh, he’s gonna!” you scoff, putting a hand on your hip. “I’ve been sweating in here since 7 AM doing this, so until then…” You sneak a hand up Sanji’s lap and give his cock a squeeze, gasping him to gasp. “You can just watch,” you seductively whisper and give his earlobe a nibble before skipping back over to the stove, much to his dismay and torture. 

You can feel his eyes on you, your thick ass, beautiful legs, and award-winning, jiggly, soft titties as you move about the kitchen, flipping pancakes, setting the table, and preparing an ensemble of fruit. Finally, you finish cooking the pancakes and have a stack of them, golden brown and sweet smelling, that you’re proud of. 

After bringing the plates of bacon and eggs over to Sanji, you also bring him the pancakes and a tray of sliced strawberries, mangoes, cantaloupe, pineapple, and freshly picked grapes from the fridge. In addition, you add a plate of soft butter for spreading, whipped cream, and a bottle of blueberry-flavored syrup for dowsing his pancakes in.

After putting an empty plate in front of him, you step away with your hands behind your back and respectfully bow. “Here we are, sir: a birthday breakfast just for you.” 

Sanji looks at the food spread in awe as if you just roasted a hog and a turkey. “Darling,” he coos. “I still can’t believe you did this!” He smiles up at you, making you feel all warm and gushy inside. “Well, don’t be shy,” you giggle, nodding at his empty plate. “Dig in!” 

Happily, he begins to stack some pancakes and eggs onto his plate. You watch with bated breath as slathers his pancakes in butter and drizzles it in syrup before cutting a bit of the fluffy, flat cakes and chewing into them. He chews once, twice, three times, and then swallows, not saying much for a moment. He just stares at the pancakes, making you anxious. “Well?” you nervously ask. 

“It’s…” He slowly turns to look at you and a smile stretches across his lips “Baby, this is delicious!” he declares. He gazes up at you adoringly and gratefully, his eyes twinkling. “I’ve never had anyone do this for me before. Thank you.” 

You feel relief and happiness overflow you, so glad that you didn’t fuck this up. “I’m so happy you love it,” you sigh. You bend down to peck him on the cheek, giving the curl on his forehead a flick. “You’re very welcome and happy birthday.” 

You then turn to walk back to the stove but Sanji stops you by taking your wrist. “Aren’t you gonna sit down with me and enjoy this delectable breakfast too?” he asks. You shake your head, nodding at the pots and dirty pans stacked up on the stove. “I have to clean up first before the crew wakes up and…” The rest of your sentence dies when Sanji pulls you over and has you sit down in his lap. 

With you now so close to him, he begins to pepper your neck in kisses, coaxing you to lean your head back and enjoy them. “What are you doing?” you giggle.

His one hand moves to the ties keeping the apron on your body, playing with them. “Enjoying my other birthday gift,” he murmurs against your skin. “The pancakes are delicious, my love, but I believe something else is just as yummy.” 

He then pulls on one string, causing the apron to fall off of your body and expose your naked breasts to him. Attracted to your hard, brown nipples like a moth to a flame, Sanji attaches his lips to one of your nipples while he plays with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and index finger. 

You gasp, arching your back and pushing your chest into his touch despite your protests. “B-But, Sanji,” you weakly protest. “Your food…” 

“I have my food right here,” he softly growls before standing up with you in his arms and sitting you up on the table. “Don’t worry, I can heat it up later. I’d never waste such a meal you took the time to make me, mon chéri.” 

A mischievous and lustful twinkle appears in his eyes as he spreads your legs and presses a hot, passionate kiss to your lips before ducking down between your legs to get rid of your soaked panties. “But I need to show you how much I appreciate such a gift, don’t I?” he asks, his voice much deeper and breathier than before. 

Minutes later, you are gripping your boyfriend’s blonde locks for dear life as he spreads your thighs wide and laps at your gushing pussy like a hungered man despite the food spread on the table. He eats you out like you’re the best thing he has ever tasted, alternating between fast flicking and slow strokes on your clit and dipping lightly into your pussy.

Your eyes roll back and your back arches, your body completely seized with pleasure. “Shit, Sanji!” you moan. “S-Slow down! Someone could–oh, fuck–someone could come in and see us!” 

“I don’t care,” he growls into your pussy, still licking and slurping away. “Let them see me kneeling before such a beautiful woman.” He moves his pillowy-soft lips to suck gently on your clit, making your toes curl by his ears. “Look at me,” he roughly pleads. You do, looking down to stare into his eyes between your legs. “Grab my hair, gorgeous. Put me where you want me. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” 

And you do, unable to hold back as he continues to eagerly, hungrily lap, suck, and slurp at your pussy, giving you ultimate pleasure. “Fuck, baby, yes!” you whine. “You’re so good at this! Such a good boy for me.” At the sound of praise falling upon his ears, Sanji moves his jaw faster, wanting to take you to the peak of ecstasy. 

You giggle, loving how much of a switch your man is. The moment he gets some praise, he’s falling putty into your hands and turning into the cutest subby boy who only wants to please you and make you cum your brains out. “Aren’t you my good birthday boy?” you coo, stroking his hair back. “You love eatin’ this pussy?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” he moans, still eagerly lapping away at all that you give him. 

“Let’s make it even sweeter for you then,” you purr and reach over to get the bottle of syrup. Already aware of what type of time you’re on, Sanji stops eating your cunt to watch as you begin to drizzle some of the sugary, sweet, blueberry syrup onto your pussy lips. He is transfixed, loving the way the substance drips down your delectable, heavenly honeypot. 

He digs in immediately, making you moan and swear like a sailor at the way he works his tongue and mouth. “Fuck, darling!” he moans into your pussy. “You taste so fucking good! I could eat you out for days! So fucking delicious…” 

It doesn’t take long for his ministrations, mouth, tongue, and nose bumping against your clit to bring you close to the edge. Your thighs begin to shake and you can feel that knot in your core about to snap. “Sanji!” you whine. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby boy! I’m so close!” 

Sanji hums happily into your pussy, looking up at you with his soft lips sticky with syrup and wet with all that your pussy gushed onto him. “Do it,” he begs. “Cum for me, mon chéri. Give me all that honey. Please!” 

He continues to beg and plead for your cum until, finally, you spill all over him with a moan of his name. Bliss engulfs your senses as you cum deep in Sanji’s mouth much to his delight. He laps at your cream, cleaning up every spot that you could have possibly left wet until you are sensitive and twitching. With a soft sigh, he pulls away and licks at his lips, looking at you as he does so. “Definitely sweeter than the pancakes,” he sighs. 

You don’t waste any time recovering. You don’t need to do that. All you need right now is him…preferably naked. So you slide off of the table and plant one on him immediately, catching him by surprise. He doesn’t stop you when you begin to get him out of his PJs, making him laugh when you quickly unbutton his top and untie his pants. You take his pants and undies down in one sweep, leaving him naked before you. 

Your eyes hungrily trail over his toned, tan physique, blonde wisps of chest hair that always make you wet, and his hard, throbbing, leaky cock hanging like a third arm hanging from between his legs. He watches with literal heart eyes as you lower onto your knees with the syrup and the whipped cream, giggling mischievously as you do. 

“Your turn,” you giggle before applying the whipped cream and syrup on his dick and slurping it up. He tosses his head back and moans as you suck and gag on his cock, quickly becoming messy with the sticky syrup and whipped cream dripping from your lips. You stroke his cock and fondle his balls too, loving how your pretty, long, pink nails look against his skin and his veiny cock. 

Sanji praises you endlessly, nothing but sweet nothings and love talk dripping from his lips as he watches you give him neck on the kitchen floor. “Fuck, darling,” he sighs. “You’re such an angel, my love. I’m so, so lucky.” 

You pop off of his cock, spit dripping from your mouth and your throat feeling tingly. “Put your hands on me,” you pant, lightly dragging your nails down his thighs the way he likes. “Grab my hair and fuck my face, Sanji. Show me how much you love my mouth.” 

And he does. He grips the back of your hair and proceeds to fuck your face, pumping in and out, in and out, of your sloppy, eager throat. His handsome face flushes red as he watches you, his perfect woman, turn into an absolute slut for him as he rails through your throat like it’s your pussy. “S-Shit, Y/N!” he loudly groans. “That’s so fucking good. You take this cock so well, fuck!” 

He allows you to pull away to breathe, but you still stroke him with your hand, pumping his cock in your face. “Not so loud, baby,” you giggle. “You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” 

But you can tell Sanji is past the point of caring, his eyes dark and jaw tight. “I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, gently pushing you away from him to avoid spraying your face with his cum. “Stand up. I’ll be damned if I cum down my birthday gift’s throat instead of inside of her where I belong.” You giddily stand with a stupid smile on your face, loving it when he gets like this with you. 

But then you smell it: the smell of burning bread that invades your nostrils. You know Sanji smells it too and turns to the oven immediately. “What’s that smell?” you wonder aloud and then gasp, horrified. “The rolls!” you squeak before hurrying over to the stove, naked. You open up the door and cough as a plume of smoke explodes into your face. 

You quickly get an oven mitt and take out the tray, sighing in relief at the fluffy, golden rolls sitting there that are unharmed. You feel Sanji come up behind you, looking over your shoulder as you put the rolls on the kitchen counter. “They’re okay,” you reassure him. “That was a close call.” 

“Good,” Sanji replies. “Now I get the perfect angle to do this.” His hand is suddenly bending you over the counter, forcing you to bend your knees, and his thick cock is sliding inside of you, stretching out your soft, soaking-wet pussy in the best way possible. “Oh, my God!” you gasp when you feel his dick begin to pump inside of you at a merciless, quick pace that steals your breath and feels so good that it hurts. 

“Ah-ah, darling,” he chuckles, holding your hips still when you begin to squirm about. “No running from the birthday boy, especially when you’ve been teasing me for so fucking long.” He bends his knees to fuck you faster, harder, before slowing down to tease you, rolling his hips in a way that has you wanting to curse the stars and swear to God. 

“Sanji!” you cry out before clamping a hand over your mouth. You even sound slutty! And you’re sure the rest of the crew would agree if they heard you. “Now look who’s loud,” he softly laughs in your ear, leaning in to coat your cheek and shoulder in kisses. “Fuck, darling, you feel so good wrapped around me. Go ahead, fuck me back.” 

You do, tossing your ass back into him and fucking yourself on his thick cock, making both of you quietly moan and gasp as you do your best to keep your voices down. But it’s just too much. His dick is just too good! Sanji just knows exactly what to do to you too, cupping your tits and squeezing them as he fucks into you. “That’s it, good girl,” he praises you. “Such a good fucking girl takin’ that dick like that!” 

You feel your second your orgasm rising to the surface and uncover your mouth to warn him. “Fuck, Sanji!” you whine in time with his thrusts. “I’m gonna…I think I’m gonna–” 

“SANJIIIII!” The sound of Luffy’s voice scares the shit out of both of you, causing the urge to cum to fade. You gasp, covering your mouth again. 

“Shit!” he hisses, looking toward the kitchen doors where you can hear Luffy padding around outside. He looks at you, putting a finger to your lips. “Shh, shh!” He clears his throat, making himself sound normal. “What, Luffy?” he calls. 

“Is breakfast done yet?” the captain whines. “I haven’t eaten in hours and I’m staaaaarviiiiing!” Sanji begins to slowly roll his hips against, gliding against your G-spot. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Luffy, you were eating in your sleep last night,” he says, his voice strained. “And no, breakfast isn’t ready yet. Y/N is helping me and we have a mess in here.” 

He speeds up, fucking you at a pace that nearly makes you scream your head off. “Don’t stop fucking me,” he demands. “Keep covering your mouth while you take this dick like a good little slut.” Your pussy clenches around him, making him groan as ruts into you like he’s trying to nail your G-spot until it’s mush. 

“Y/N is awake?!” Luffy excitedly asks. “Let me come in and say hi!” You swear you’ve never felt such immense fear in your life until you hear Luffy’s footsteps. 

“No!” Sanji yells. “I just said we’ve got a mess in here. We spilled some eggs and I don’t need you coming in here to make it worse.” He hand hooks underneath you to rub your clit, making you sob into your hand. “Just wait outside, alright?” he huffs. “Tell the others the same or no pancakes.” 

“Awww,” Luffy groans. “Fine, but I get the first plate!” Sanji slows down a bit to listen until all traces of Luffy outside are gone. 

“He’s gone,” he sighs, relieved. He pulls out of you and gives your ass another smack. “Get that ass up on the counter. We don’t have much time and I wanna see your pretty face when we cum together.” You turn around, legs wobbly and pussy tingling with need. “Yes, sir,” you breathlessly giggle as he scoops you up into his arms. 

As soon as you’re up on the kitchen counter, Sanji slides between your legs, lines himself up, and slides himself back inside of you. He grips your hips and proceeds to fuck you stupid, pounding your pussy into the counter and getting you back to that edge of another orgasm in a snap. You grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin, as you moan and sob in pleasure at his dick. “I-I don’t think I can keep quiet,” you squeak.  

“Lemme help you then, my darling,” he pants before putting a hand on your mouth. Now you are free to moan, whine, whimper, and sob as much as you want, making all sorts of muffled sounds that only get louder the harder and faster he fucks you, his sweet girl. “So pretty…so fucking cute.” 

Sanji stares deep into your eyes, forcing you to keep eye contact as he dicks you down in his kitchen, quickly becoming riled up at the look on your face. “You’re my girl,” he moans. “My woman. Only I can fuck you this way, you understand me?” You frantically nod, taking your hand off of your mouth to place on his cheek. “Yes, Sanji, please!” you sob. “Shit, I’m gonna cum! Please cum with me!” 

“Gonna cum with you, baby,” he moans. “Gonna fill you up.” Sanji’s handsome face contorts in pleasure as he gets close with you, slamming his hips into you and causing the sound of skin slapping against the skin to mingle with the stereo music. “Cover my mouth!” he demands and you do just as he lets out a long, loud moan and explodes inside of you. 

He covers your mouth too as you clench that tight, wet pussy around his addictive cock and cream all over it with a shudder and a silent moan as your orgasm drains all energy out of your body. You feel warm as Sanji fills you up, giving you so much that it spills out of you and down your thighs. His cock pulses and throbs inside of you as he holds you to him tightly as if he is afraid that you’ll disappear. 

You embrace him back, cradling his head, damp with sweat, to your breasts and beating heart. You become one, panting together as you come down from your highs. Sanji finally pulls himself out of you, his cock soft and glistening with your mixed cum. The sight makes your pussy twitch excitedly. “I change my mind about not celebrating my birthday,” he pants. “You’ve convinced me, mon chèri.” 

You give a smile and press your lips to his. “I’m so happy,” you softly laugh. “Now let’s get cleaned up before Luffy comes in here and sees us naked.” He laughs, agreeing with you, and helps you off of the counter before you gather your clothes. You sneak off to toss your silk PJs on before inviting the Strawhats to the dining area where they all give Sanji their happy birthday statements as they sit before the pancake feast. 

Their wide eyes and joyous smiles fill you with warmth as Sanji comes to stand next to you, putting an arm around your waist. “Bon Appetit!” you exclaim, presenting the crew with your breakfast. 

Luffy is already stacking a heaping load of pancakes and bacon onto his plate, utter happiness in his eyes. “Wow, thanks, Y/N!” he exclaims. “This looks amazing! Wait…where’s the rest of the syrup?!” 

You and Sanji share a secretive smile as his hand creeps down to give your behind a squeeze. 

THE END.

[gingernut1314]

'Tis the Season

Straw Hat Crew x GN!Reader

Summary: You share your holiday celebrations with your crew aboard the Going Merry.

Warnings: fluffffffff, some (very little) mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Soooo I've gotten into the holiday spirit and needed to write this, so I hope you all don't mind too much! @fanaticsnail thank you for contributing to my holiday cheer with your wonderful x-mas works! (go check them out if you haven't already! Very good!!) I hope everyone has an amazing holiday or can find joy in something that brings you happiness this month!!! 🩷

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Luffy: 🍖

As soon as you tell him anything about the holiday you celebrated back on your home island, he would insist on doing it right then and there

Festive and colorful decorations? He’s stopping at the nearest island to gather supplies and doctorate the Merry to your liking

Hot chocolate and food? Yes please.

Turkey, roast beef, or ham for dinner? Why not all of it?

The food is the most important part of this new holiday, he thinks

He’s getting Sanji to whip up every delicacy you can possibly think of

Fun holiday activities? The crew will be dragged along and they will have fun

He’ll want to double--no triple check that Santa is going to visit the Merry because he sounds super cool and he wants to recruit him onto the crew 

I mean, come on! The guy loves cookies and milk and those are some of Luffy's favorite things!

…and he will be very skeptical of you telling him Santa is, unfortunately, not real 

Luffy is dead broke so he goes to Nami to beg for berry so that he can get you a gift

Nami, of course, refuses to give him a single coin and tells him to make you something

So he would spend hours making you a gift

He would hand you a drawing of him hugging the life out of you on the Merry

And you would have to have him explain to you what is happening in his creation because all you can make out is the colors red and blue and what looks to be his signature straw hat

You love it regardless and hang it on the wall next to your hammock

Luffy will want to recreate the picture of course, and you’ll be more than happy to hug your captain back

Will leave cookies and milk out for Santa (and will eventually devour what he left out) and will try (and fail) to stay up all night to see Santa

You would find him dead asleep half an hour later and would be sure to leave a few gifts under the too-large tree he had Zoro set up on the deck for him

Luffy will get that guy next year, just you wait and see

Zoro: 🗡️🥦 ⚔️

He is uninterested

None of it is his style

Too flashy and too loud

He’s good to take a nap during the festivities

You will be able to entice him to come and eat the food Sanji was kind enough to prepare

And you’ll entice him further with some spiked holiday drinks

Luffy is all over the holiday, so it won’t take much convincing to sail back to your home island for the day

And while the rest of the crew is partaking in the festivities your home village is throwing in the snow-covered street, you’ll slip away with Zoro’s hand in your own

You will tell him how this holiday isn’t just about joy, food, and festive songs, but about life and death

You showed him back to the ruins of your childhood home, which he had been in mere moments before the villain you had been helping them fight set fire to it

The scorched front lawn was covered in clumps of candles, garland wreaths, rocks, and food, just as you knew it would be

You explained that your village had done this in celebration of the life your family had lived--to remember them and keep their souls filled with joy in whatever afterlife they might have entered

He would watch you light a candle and pull a small trinket from your pocket, placing them both on the blackened steps of your home

Zoro would light a candle and place it next to yours, sitting there with you for as long as you needed

He would even wrap you up in one of his strong arms, holding you tight

Later, you would gift him a bottle of sake 

He had no clue gift-giving had anything to do with your holiday, so he would insist you share the bottle with him

He will be sure to get you a gift next year

Nami: 🍊

She would be a little on the uninterested side at first

But after watching how excited you got as you explained to the rest of the crew about the holiday you celebrated, she would warm up to it

She would even warm up enough to allow you to doctorate her tangerine trees with lights and tinsel

The lights were pretty enough, she supposed. The tinsel shiny

And she does love shiny things

Once in the holiday spirit, she would let it fully take her over

Nami would dock the Merry on the closest island and go searching for the best gift she could find you

When it came to you, she hardly thought much about how much berry she was spending

You and your joy were more important to her than a number

You had commented on needing a new pair of shoes a week ago? Bought.

Commented on wanting something so offhandedly you had forgotten the moment you stepped away? Bought and wrapped in whatever wrapping paper she could find that screamed your holiday in its bright colors

She would be very excited to watch you unwrap everything she had gotten you (which you had been very shocked at, but had been told strictly to just unwrap everything and not worry so much)

You would feel a bit embarrassed at how little you had gotten her, but she wouldn’t care because your gift was thoughtful

So thoughtful it nearly brought her to tears

After everyone else had gone to bed, she would take you back up onto the deck and hand you a cup of hot chocolate she had attempted to make (which she had done a pretty good job at creating without the help of Sanji)

The two of you would sit, snuggled up next to each other under a heavy blanket and watch the dancing, multicolored lights adorning her trees late into the night

Usopp: 🤥

Will get into it right away

He loves any excuse to celebrate, so your holiday is already perfect

Usopp is quick to make colored lights to hang up around the ship

And he’ll want to make everyone a stocking, which will be color coordinating and have some sort of special technique that didn’t need to be added in the first place

He loves all the different holiday-themed stories and songs 

Throughout the day, he’ll randomly burst into horribly off-tune song and you will be expected to join in

The traditional stories you tell him get the typical Captain Usopp spin to them

But it just makes them that much better in your opinion

They become your crew's stories, making them so special

While the crew eats and drinks holiday drinks, he’ll tell the stories and have everyone, even Zoro, entranced by their colorfulness

You made the big mistake of telling him about Krampus

And now he is utterly terrified of getting kidnapped and beaten by the goat-demon

Though he won’t say he’s scared

He'll be very admit that he isn't

But a loud stomp of the foot against the deck floor from Zoro has the poor storyteller jumping out of his skin and using you as a shield

Usopp is a very good gift-giver

Not only is it handmade, but it is also functional (for once) and it will help you out loads

You give him his gift and he bursts into tears, thanking you and hugging you profusely

Everyone will go to bed, the lights hanging up everywhere only adding to the cozy, homeyness of the Going Merry

And you’ll just be nodding off when Usopp comes crawling into your hammock, begging you with tears in his eyes to keep Krampus away from him

You’ll laugh at him at first, but end up promising to keep him safe while you hold him tight

And he’ll hold you back just as, if not more, tight

Sanji: 🧑‍🍳

Of course, Sanji gets into the holiday spirit 

It's a holiday you celebrate and one that makes you happy

And all he ever wants to do is make you happy

You’ll sheepishly bring him your family's old cookbook full of recipes passed down from generation to generation

And he’ll be more than happy to cook you whatever your heart desires

Nothing is too much in his eyes when it comes to you

He’ll insist you help him cook everything, seeing as you are the expert when it comes to these recipes

And you two will share bits and pieces of everything before it all disappears into the void that is your captain’s stomach

He will also be very interested in this mistletoe tradition

He makes it his mission to not only hang the green sprigs everywhere around the ship

But to get you under as many of them as he possibly can, for as long as he possibly can

You find yourself purposely wondering under the mistletoe and lingering there until Sanji notices and rushes over

Though Sanji wants to get you the best gift he can possibly buy, he’s not the best when it comes to gift-giving

Food and physical touch are his love language after all

So he bakes you a sweet treat you had once told him about, one you hadn’t had since your childhood

And it’s the best gift you could have ever wished for because he made it just like how you remembered it

He loves whatever you give him

It could be a stick you say reminds you of him and he would be over the moon, mounting it and hanging it up in the kitchen

Though you are sure to get him a very nice gift, one you had spent weeks thinking over so it was just right

He doesn’t need the mistletoe to show you just how much he appreciates the gift

Sanji makes you both hot chocolate and holds you tight as you two talk in the abandoned and cleaned kitchen

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INTOXICATED - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : alcohol consumption, hints at Sanji’s personal traumas and self-image issues, Sanji displaying obvious symptoms of PTSD, a lot of curses, Sanji might seem OOC because he’s quite literally shit-faced drunk, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff (I think?)

Word count : 2.2K words (not sorry)

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Heavy thumps in the kitchen had long woken them up, startled out of their sleep and frowning as they dressed themselves up enough to be decent. The only person who dared enter the kitchen at this time of night—3:30 AM it was—was Luffy, and even then the only sounds one could usually hear would be that of him whining after struggling and failing to unlock the fridge. The current noises were rather alarming, to say the least, and they had to mentally prepare themselves for anything to go down.

As they neared the light of the kitchen, they heard another heavy sound of knocking, along with a slew of curses that had them picking up the pace, realizing that the voice belonged to Sanji. If he was in the kitchen at this hour, then it was most likely he needed help with something. After all, what other reason would he have to be in the kitchen so early?

… Apparently, an entirely different reason.

Leaning against the kitchen door, they watched as the usually composed cook lost all gracefulness he possessed, stumbling over the chair he’d clearly overturned while walking around. In one hand he cradled a bottle of hard whiskey, the other leaning heavily against the dining table with the half-empty glass, as he struggled to sit back upright. His blue eyes were glazed over and just the tiniest bit unfocused, an involuntary pout on his lips as he set the bottle down and slumped against the chair.

The sight made their concern grow tenfold, having never seen him so drunk—and on whiskey, too. “You good there, Sanji?”

He jumped a little in his seat, an adorably startled look on his face as he finally noticed their presence by the door. Slowly, his shoulders untensed and his lips relaxed into a dopey smile.

“Oh, ‘s you. Care for a drink with me?” he gestured to the table, “I’ve had three… wait, five?” he mumbled to himself, a small contemplative frown on his face for a second, before he smiled once more, “C’mere, c’mere. Bottle’s good.”

They sighed, perching themself on the chair to his right and leaning over to snatch the bottle from him, much to his dismayed protests. “You’re shit-faced drunk. I don’t think you should be having any more.”

“One more please, ‘kay?” he quietly asked, pushing his glass towards them, “Jus’ one more.”

Eyeing him skeptically, they gave in and began to pour into it. “Alright, but that’s the last one for tonight.”

Within seconds, the blond had downed it in one go, a content smile on his face as he set it down. A trickle of whiskey had dribbled past the corner of his lips, the messiness only serving to make him somehow more enticing to look at. With his flushed cheeks, half-closed eyes, and wet lips, he looked like the perfect picture of tantalization.

Still, with how intoxicated he was, they could only shake their head at him and reach out with their thumb to swipe at his face. “What’s got you in this mess?” they asked, watching as his cheeks grew redder at the skin contact. Cute.

“Wanted a drink, ‘s all,” he slowly replied, eyes hypnotized as they followed them. “Everyone’s asleep, so I could… unwind a bit, y’know?”

Something not unlike sorrow panged in their chest. Seeing him in that state was a little… sad. Their voice was steady as they asked, “Anything on your mind?”

For a few beats he remained silent, his gaze settling on the table and his index finger circling the rim of his glass as he contemplated an answer. When he finally seemed to have decided on something, he simply shrugged. “Fair bit of things, here ‘n there.”

“If… if there’s ever a time you feel like sharing, just know I’ll always listen.” That same feeling thrummed in their chest as they watched him visibly melt, his expression morphing into one they couldn’t recognize but felt indescribably protective of. Something about him in that moment was so vulnerable and almost fragile, that it completely countered his cool-headed, often detached demeanor when it came to matters concerning himself. It’s something they’d always noticed about him, and watching it crumble right now in front of their eyes was precisely why they had trouble breathing.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Sanji groaned, his slurred words both sweet and surprising as he folded his arms on the table and buried his head in them, “Really. What ‘m I gonna do with you?”

Chuckling at his muffled voice, they inched a little closer, a gentle hand on his head and carefully brushing through the soft tresses of his hair. Silky smooth as always, even when he was quite clearly feeling terrible. Everything about him in the moment resembled a cat, and the imagery was too endearing for them not to grin at. “What do you want to do to me, then?”

Propping his head on his hand and causing their own hand to fall and rest on his arm, his eyes flickered to their lips. He was being so painfully obvious that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his intentions like that. “Fair bit of things, here ‘n there,” he mumbled again, before sighing. “You… you make me feel weird.” He glanced up at their eyes, encouraging him to go on, and so he did, his voice growing a little more agitated. “It’s stupid, ‘cause I know. I know I can’t get too attached, because… I’m me.”

“I’m a little confused here. You’re Vinsmoke Sanji, yes?”

“That’s-that’s exactly it,” he frowned, frustration etched onto his face, “I’m not… not built to do… whatever this is, without fucking things up.” Deft fingers reached up to tug at his hair, a tortured look in his eyes. The alcohol might’ve loosened his tongue, but it seemed like it did nothing to quell his muddled thoughts. “But then fucking… looking at you makes me want things that I don’t deserve.”

“Of all the good things on earth, there isn’t a single thing you don’t deserve,” they gently said, squeezing his arm in an affectionate manner that they’d always done to him in passing—something they now realized he’d probably never interpreted correctly. “Sanji, you of all people are supposed to expect kindness and love from those around you. You’re a good, selfless man. What else do you need to do to feel like you’ve earned it?”

“Don’t say stuff like… like this. End up wanting to be a selfish bastard.” He turned away, momentarily brushing a hand over his face as he grunted. “‘S enough that I want you when I can’t have you.”

Their heart was thundering in their ears as the gravity of his words settled. The fact that he was laying everything bare right in front of them without even being aware of doing so had guilt gnawing at their insides, but they knew damn well that if they didn’t give him the opportunity to speak now, he’d chain his words on his tongue and never speak them again. He’d tie himself down with them and take them to the grave if he had to.

“What makes you think you can’t have me, though?” Their question came out quieter than expected, the complexity of their own emotions making it hard to ask.

“Because… I’ll never be loved, and that’s how it is,” Sanji said, before giving them a wobbly, terrible attempt at a smile, when his eyes were shining with unshed tears underneath the warm kitchen lights. “Look at me, all pathetic. Shit, wouldn’t want to be w’ me either. Couldn’t even talk without ‘most a whole fucking bottle. No one wants all that.”

Blinking back the tears in their own eyes, they swallowed thickly. With every words he spoke, he drove a knife deeper in their heart—not out of offense, but out of hurting for him; as though they felt the horrible pain of every laceration at his own self. “You haven’t once asked me if I did. You’re assuming things.”

“Can’t hurt if I don’t… won’t hope for it.” Shrugging, the cook rolled his shoulders back and leaned against the back of his chair, closing his eyes for a second as a tremor ran through his body for a second, before he sharply inhaled and mumbled under his breath. “God, I could fucking use a smoke…”

Fumbling hands went in search of the pack of cigarettes on the table, but theirs settled on top of his, halting him in place and startling him enough to open his eyes. “Tell me what you want with me. Tell me everything you feel, and then some,” they firmly said, fingers wrapping around the back of his hand as they did.

“I—“

“I’m not leaving you alone tonight, Sanji. I’m keeping you company right here.” The intensity in their eyes bore into him, praying that they could reflect every single ounce of determination to stay by his side. “So tell me precisely what it is that you want, and I promise you I won’t shame you for it for a single second.”

His face crumpled, and he hunched over once again, hazy eyes trained on his lap. A beat, then another of silence, before trembling lips parted to speak the words. “Want to… hold you in m’ arms. Kiss you ‘very damn minute till I can’t breathe. Love you, but not hurt for it. Have you love me back ‘n not have to fear—believe ‘m not good ‘nough. Even… even call you mine, without having to worry that I’ll fucking wake up the next day and… and you’ll be gone.” He hadn’t even noticed it, but a lone tear had escaped and trailed down his cheek, as he tried to muster up the strength to look up and smile serenely, but it only looked ridiculous when he didn’t even have it in him to do anything but fall apart at the seams. “Foolish, huh?”

“Yes,” they hummed, hand reaching out to ever-so-tenderly wipe at his cheeks, where the tears were now openly falling, “Truly foolish that you would think that I wouldn’t want that too.”

“Don’t—don’t be cruel,” he chuckled derisively, looking anywhere but at their face as their hand trailed to delicately brush his hair. “Don’t lie just to… comfort me. I’ve long accepted this.”

“Sanji,” their voice was hard as they said his name, hands stilling his face in place before he could turn away and ignore their words. “I mean it when I say that I truly do love you. Don’t let your reservations blind you from realizing that I tell you that every single day without actually saying the words.”

The man sniffled, looking smaller than he ever actually did. Turbulent emotions flitted across his face, and they could almost name every single one of them; stunned disbelief, hesitance, a deep, deep sort of sorrow whose origin they couldn’t precisely pinpoint, and immense hopefulness laced with a silent plea.

Please don’t toy with my feelings. Please don’t feed me false hopes. Please let this be real.

Whether Sanji was begging them or some deity above, they weren’t so sure. They remained patient, letting what they’d just said completely sink in before they could ask for a reply. A minute or two later, they got one in the form of a tentative, slow question as they gently brushed at his brow, an unconscious smile on their face as they traced the curve of it.

He took in a shuddering breath. “Will…will you wait?”

“What for?”

Finally allowing himself some semblance of tranquility and comfort provided by someone else, he leaned into their touch. Something about the eager look in his eyes (yes, even as they hooded over with inebriation and pure emotional exhaustion) sent the warmth pooling in their tummy, and their heart racing in their chest.

“For me to… to tell you ‘verything. ‘Bout me.”

If he’d tried, he would’ve been able to read the sheer relief and unadulterated joy they felt in that moment. They nodded, so quickly that, had the moment not been this fragile, it would’ve almost seemed laughable.

“Take all the time you need,” they reassured him, meaning every word. His eyes began to flutter shut of their own accord, tiredness winning over with the ease that settled over him (and probably encouraged by the bottle of liquor already in him). Once they saw that, and noticed the way he began to sway forward towards the table, their heart went out to him. How he’d functioned with that emotional turmoil the entire time without uttering a single word of what resided inside him, they had no idea.

“Don’t leave,” Sanji murmured weakly, his eyes almost completely shut now as they brushed his hair with their fingers, the fondest smile on their face.

Pulling away just to take his jacket from the back of his chair and fold it underneath his head, they made sure his head was rested comfortably as he slipped into the world of dreams. His breathing began to even, and they felt their heart swell to twice its size at the sight of his usual busyness tamed to absolute stillnes and serenity.

Sidling their chair next to the man they loved so much, they plopped down with the intention of falling asleep beside him; even if they would wake up with a sore neck, they wouldn’t dare leave his side right now. Careful not to wake him up, they pushed his bangs up, exposing both his eyebrows and pressing a feather-light kiss to each, mumbling sweet words against his flushed skin.

“I’ll be with you when you wake, and every day afterwards, Sanji.”

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Usopp asks sanji to write out the recipe of a favorite dish of his and let him borrow the kitchen to make it but sanji keeps Observing and Hovering

set vaguely after arlong park I guess??

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Despite what anyone on the crew might think, Sanji isn’t actually against having other people in the kitchen. Working in a restaurant means working with a bunch of assholes who know how to sauté shit without setting themselves on fire. But while the bastards on the Baratie could barely be considered chefs, they were still—technically speaking—chefs.

He doesn’t miss the cacophony of steel and iron, of stupid banter, of order after order after order. He doesn’t miss elbowing past Patty on the way to the fridge, or heckling some dipshit’s new recipe until it’s actually worth serving, or cleaning with the geezer at the end of the day.

What he does miss is working with someone who knows how to hold a knife.

“That’s not how you fillet a fish,” Sanji says. Once he’s sure Usopp’s not in danger of accidentally cutting himself, Sanji reaches over to reposition Usopp’s hand, finger off the spine of the blade.

Usopp makes a face, probably torn between deferring to Sanji or spinning some story to brush him off. They’re still feeling each other out—it’s been a weird leap from ‘reluctant waiter and picky customer’ to ‘crewmates bound by the whims of their idiot captain.’ In the end, Usopp nods, carefully cutting into the pike while holding the knife in his new and improved posture (smart choice, less chance of losing his grip and a finger).

“You’re not cutting close enough to the—“

“Do you not want me here?” Usopp blurts out. “In the kitchen, I mean,” he clarifies, and for a second it looks like he’s going to continue, but he. Doesn’t. No backpedaling, no deflection, no convoluted over-explanation, which—isn’t Usopp supposed to lie? That’s his whole thing. Sanji knows that much, at least (but not much else).

“I’m trying to be nice,” Sanji says, eventually. To his own surprise, he means it. “If I didn’t want you here, I would’ve kicked you out.”

“…Oh.”

Usopp continues filleting the pike, and Sanji doesn’t point out the bones that are stuck in the pieces.

Alright, so, the thing is. Spending nine whole years surrounded by thugs will apparently have an impact on someone’s social skills. Which doesn’t matter with Luffy—he doesn’t really care about what Sanji says (unless it’s about food). It doesn’t matter with Zoro—Sanji doesn’t give a shit about that mosshead. And with Nami-chan, Sanji doesn’t have to think—a single glimpse of her radiant beauty is so soul-stirring that Sanji’s simply helpless against the flood of praise that springs forth ❤️

So how the hell is he supposed to talk to someone like Usopp?

Thankfully, it’s not a question Sanji has to consider for too long—Usopp clears his throat, taking the lead.

“I actually did this a lot before joining the crew,” he says, which—knife technique aside—sounds plausible.

“Yeah?”

“I must’ve grilled a thousand—no, ten thousand fish,” he continues, which sounds like bullshit. “By the time I was eight, the whole island was lining up for a taste of the great Captain Usopp’s legendary fire-grilled fish! Using spices foraged from the forest and fish caught by spear, not even the most refined palate could resist the food I poured my heart and soul into! But you see—” and here, he smiles, bright but somehow bittersweet, “I’d only cook it for my loyal crew and the princess we’d all sworn to protect.

“Now, as astounding as my own recipe was, I’m man enough to admit when I’m beat. And yours beats mine, no contest. So someday, I’d… like to cook it. For my old crew.”

It’s impressive, the way Usopp manages to be blindingly honest while lying his ass off. Sanji’s not quite sure what to make of it. If anyone else was feeding him this crap, he would’ve told them to eat shit, but…

…

“Hey,” Sanji says. “Tell me about your old crew.”

And, with a wide grin, Usopp does.

(The fish comes out fine. A little over-seasoned, but edible. They’ll work on it.)

[shanksxbuggy]

PLSOLSPLSSS share more of ur shuggy headcanons the last one was so good that it has been my lil entertainment in the head cuz i cant write for shitttt

Ask and you shall receive c: I didn’t know if my headcanons would be very interesting, so I’m glad to hear you enjoy it.

I started this out thinking hmm do I even have any more headcanons, but now I’ve written all this…

Sometimes I imagine them as cis, but sometimes I like to headcanon them as trans. Shanks as a transman, Buggy as nonbinary or trans or genderfluid or like a drag queen. However they are, they’re hanging with Ivankov and the rest of queer community because they just fit there.

Buggy used to be insecure about his hair and hid it under a beanie. He used to want a more ‘normal’ hair color like the other crewmembers.

Shanks is the better liar when he wants to be. He doesn’t lie as often, but he’s better at controlling and hiding his emotions.

Buggy first became interested in the circus by seeing street performers as a kid, and somehow felt the circus lights calling out to him. His heart longs for the stage, to be at the center of attention before a huge crowd. But he also hates being made fun of and isn’t very good at dealing with criticism. He became inspired to include circus techniques and magician’s tricks in his fighting style, light and airy and impossible to predict.

Buggy didn’t come up with being called the clown, the Marines did. He just begrudgingly went with it.

Shanks is a lot more touchy-feely. He likes casually having an arm around Buggy, having their thighs touching, resting his head on his shoulder. Buggy is generally fine with it in front of people he knows, but he’s not one for overly public displays of affection. He has a reputation to uphold.

After Buggy got his powers, whenever he used to get annoyed or mad at Shanks, he’d detach his body and float away where Shanks couldn’t reach him.

Buggy knows sign language, because it’s useful for subtle communication and even better when you’re someone who can detach their hands.

Shanks used to show his affection by teasing Buggy a lot, who’d take it the wrong way and thought Shanks was just being an ass for no reason to Buggy. It’s classic pigtail-pulling behavior.

Buggy was real upset about not being able to swim anymore, so Shanks promised to take Buggy out into the water whenever he felt like it, so he could experience the seas without fear of drowning.

One of Shanks’ favorite foods is lobster, which is hard for him to eat unless someone cracks open the shell for him. Buggy is always the one who unshells it for him.

Shanks is a morning person, Buggy is more of a night owl who consumes multiple cups of coffee to function.

Shanks doesn’t like sleeping by himself so he shares sleeping quarters with the crew. After Elegia, he started getting nightmares more frequently. Sleeping with a room full of people he can trust helps put him at ease.

When Shanks can’t sleep, he’ll drink a lot of alcohol until he just knocks himself out.

Same as Luffy, Buggy also has the special ability to turn people into allies, just in a slightly different way.

All the Red-Haired Pirates already know about Buggy because of Shanks’ tendency to ramble while he’s drunk. At first they expected Buggy to be this exotic beauty, they were shocked when they found out the love of Shanks’ life was a literal clown. But then again, Shanks always had…questionable tastes, so they should have expected it.

Shanks really loves Buggy’s red lipstick. He especially loves it when Buggy leaves red lipstick marks on his clothes and skin. Buggy does it as a way of staking his claim.

Despite his good looks, Shanks is bad at posing for photos. He’s not the type to try and utilize his looks, so he’s more awkward in photos than in real life. Buggy is the one who knows how to work the camera and loves showing off in front of it.

Shanks definitely isn’t the type to whine or complain about pointless things…except he will with Buggy, just as a way to get his attention or be pampered. Shanks turns into a big, immature baby around Buggy, but it’s because he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Shanks likes summer islands, Buggy prefers winter islands (his nose gets sunburned easily lol)

They used to swap clothes a lot when they were kids. As adults they don’t do it that much anymore, but when they do, usually it’s Buggy stealing Shanks’ things.

Shanks wears the same damn outfit all the time unless someone forces him into something else (usually it’s Buggy who does). Shanks also sleeps naked or just in his underwear most of the time.

Buggy trains Uta in the circus trade and teaches her tricks so she can include them in her performances. The Buggy Pirates and Uta do collaborations on the stage. It’s like an idol concert meets Cirque du Soleil and the result is mind-blowing. Shanks is not talented enough in that area to be an entertainer, but he is their biggest fan.

[mangekyuou]

Hello I really admire your writing is your account 😽 I can request a Law x Fem!Reader where she is Garp's granddaughter then she decides to make an appointment for them to get to know each other is etc then imagine Law very afraid of being alone with Garp 😂

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  when he meets your grandfather.

✸    characters! . . .  law.

✸   cw(s)! . . .  f!reader. she/her pronouns used like once. garp being garp. not proofread.

✸    notes! . . .  I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH !! this was so fun to write. never in a million years would i believe i needed this. so it got pretty long. i love grandpa garp <333 i know you said appointment…but i made it an awkward family dinner moment. thank you so much for requesting !!

you were garp’s pride and joy. the reason he got out of bed every morning. the sunshine in his gloomy world. the brightest star in his life

his favorite grandchild out of you, ace, and luffy

and he would do anything to make you happy

...even having dinner with you and your wanted criminal boyfriend

garp is trying his best not to jump across the table and wring law’s neck

and law is trying his best not to cause any potential arguments that could lead to full-on fights (but it’s not easy)

both men were there for you, to make you happy. they weren’t all that fond of each other. but if this dinner was what you wanted ?? they’d pretend to get along just this once

garp insists that you sit next to him, while law wants you to sit next to him. almost fight number 1 out of 20

to keep it from escalating, you switch seats every so often. sitting next to your grandfather for about 15 minutes, and then switching off to sit next to your boyfriend for 15 minutes, and then starting the cycle all over again

garp definitely strikes me as the overprotective kind, who is quite disrespectful to law’s face. he doesn’t care about sparing his feelings. talks about younger marines with you whom he thinks would be a better match for you...in front of law

“you know ( y/n ), i heard smoker is single. he seems like a responsible gentleman”

when in reality, garp hardly knows a thing about smoker and wouldn’t trust the vice admiral with you either. he just wants to get a reaction out of law

but alas, he can’t get the reaction that he wants from law because you’re so utterly in love with the pirate you don’t even entertain the idea of being with someone else. so by default law has already won

you gather the dishes and head into the kitchen to clean them up. law’s plan is to follow you but garp has other plans, putting his large hand on law’s shoulder, and pushing him back down in the chair

now law claims he isn’t scared the hero of the marines...and he’s not. but the way he said “sit back down, son. why don’t we get to know each other more?” worried him

he looks at you with a ‘save me’ expression but when you see your grandfather’s bright smile, you just let it be and leave the two alone as you tend to the dishes

as you step out of view, garp’s smile is gone instantly, glaring daggers into your boyfriend. if looks could kill, he’d be dead 10 times over by now

the table was silent for a while

law taps his foot, needing you to hurry back, trying his best to not look into garp’s serious eyes staring directly into his soul

when you finally return, garp bursts out into laughter, punching the HELL out of law’s arm like he just said the funniest joke he’d ever heard. it was definitely going to leave a bruise

much to your surprise, they go the rest of the meeting without even an argument. garp even pulled law to his side, ruffling his hair to distract you from the fact that he said if he ever hurt you, he’d murder him in cold blood

other than that, law has received garp’s blessing. but he’s still not allowed to call him grandpa

© MANGEKYUOU — do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[salteytakesonmanga]

Oda and Takei were assistants together so that’s why they did this crossover!

Shaman King is another one of my favorite series, but it had such a different trajectory from One Piece and other series from this cohort. It ran for over 30 volumes but by the end Takei was severely burned out and unable to write the ending he wanted. He returned to the story several times with miniseries and side stories set in the same universe, but he’s never been able to bring everything together to actually complete the story.

I’ve always thought of Shaman King as an unfinished work on a 20-years-and-counting hiatus. It’s clear Takei isn’t satisfied with the ending so I hope someday he’s able to finish the story that he wants to tell.

EDIT: someone just now told me about the Kang Zeng Bang chapters which somehow I never learned about and now my mind is spinning so that's nice. In its own way lol

Even though they’re very different, Luffy and Yoh are both unconventional shonen protagonists and I have a special place in my heart for them.

Another fun connection here is that Takei Hiroyuki's brother Hirofumi draws the Chopperman spin-off manga. Of course Oda knows them both, so he calls them Takei-san and Takei-kun. But I can't remember which one is called which...

[redriotinggg]

usopp + 3, 5, 12, 13, 21, 22, 23 uwu

hi lunaaaa!!!! thank u for this sorry it’s a little late <333

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character? His whitewashing and loop lips lol. I'm pretty endeared to his personality even when he’s being super annoying, so things I don't like aren't about Usopp himself, but how his character has been treated in the story. Mostly I haaaate that he’s constantly being put in close-combat situations so he can’t show off his sniping. Also I don’t like how so many of his attacks were forgotten, especially post-ts. His gadgets and all those weapons he used against Luffy in Water 7, I miss them! His fighting skills are so under-utilized.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? The Sogeking theme song and his little character song. But the song Trying by mercury always makes me think of him on Water 7 :(

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? He's naturally right-handed but taught himself to be ambidextrous!!

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot? Obviously these two remind me of him 🤥💛. I think he’d use this one 🤬 a lot because that’s him always.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like? If it weren't obvious, I loooove writing Usopp, he's dramatic and silly just like me, so I enjoy writing him being extra, especially when he’s teasing one of his friends. I need to make him more whiny and annoying tbh, just go full camp because he’s honestly so dramatic.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like? I like when he bounces off other characters really well, because I think he’s always best with someone else to parry with. I also like when his talents are showcased. I don’t like when his dialogue is boring. And I hateeee when people make him super insecure about his looks! He canonically says he’s cuter than Nami so I know he knows he’s a looker.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

There are so many pics of him that I love and this isn’t even my fave, but I saw it again recently and it made me happy. He’s making his crew laugh! As always! Such a wholesome moment.

send me a character for the character ask game!

[cebwrites]

Heeey could you please write some headcannons for Ace and or Marco with a male (or gn reader) whose having a hardtime and just needs a little extra love and attention? Thank you so much <3<3

of course, franky! this is my first time writing anything for marco, though, so i hope he’s not too ooc for you ;3; if anyone else needs a little bit of pick-me-up ace content, you can pop by these hcs here!

comforting their s/o who's having a hard time (ace, marco)

masc reader, one line of poly at the end word count: 0.6k

Ace

You don’t need to ask, Ace is already at your side, immediately swooping you into his lap or ‘subtly’ nudging you for cuddles but spinning it to sound like he needs em more than you do

He’s good at running from those icky feelings, he’s done it his entirely life - though he wouldn’t want you to bottle up what was making you upset forever, Ace is a natural at taking your mind off stressors in the meantime and just having fun

He’d shoot you a cheeky little smirk while you were tucked by his side and you’d immediately know what he was up to 

Ace making mischief was nothing new, whether it was with the Spade pirates or on the deck of the Moby Dick - it’s the express way he’d look to see if you were enjoying yourself, keeping closer by even with his less dangerous stunts, or how he seemed like more of a goofball than usual

That’s what tips your peers off to something being potentially wrong, but they leave it to Ace to handle internal affairs, you boys’ cleanup duty isn’t going to be any less severe depending on the amount of trouble you two cause, however, no matter how much Ace whines

Ace’s favorite wind-down activity is just sitting up somewhere high and watching the stars with you, your head nestled comfortably on his chest while Ace has an arm around your waist and goes on and on about the same old stories, about his lovely boyfriend, too

They’re mostly about his childhood with him and Sabo, and also largely about Luffy, but you’d listen to them no matter how many times Ace repeated himself - you still tease him about it though to watch freckled cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red, even with his tan covering most of it in Ace’s favor

Marco

Marco’s methods are a lot less destructive, thank the lord for that

He’d see you not being yourself, likely out of stress or upset, out of the corner of his eye and make plans to rectify that behind the scenes, pulling double-time on his work to make sure he’d be free enough

With his responsibilities settled for the time being and Pops giving the okay for him to take some time off, Marco takes you on a nice day out on the town

He has a whole itinerary of shit to do (all very laid back, but there’s a list no less) - a short walk through town for a breather, some window shopping, sharing a drink or two if you’re out after 5pm, and then dinner, Thatch’s courtesy, in a little gazebo on the island Pop’s docked at

Everyone stays out of the way or so help him god Marco threatened not to heal them the next time they were in trouble

If you weren’t feeling right enough to go out, though? Well, shit- It’s not ideal, but Marco can work with this

A day cooped in his office isn’t too shabby now either, is it?

He’d sit you in his lap while he worked away at his desk, pen in one hand and the other snugly around your midsection, taking breaks every now and again to coo against your ear and squeeze cute giggles out of his adorable boyfriend

When you feel yourself getting a little stiff from the position, the doc prescribes lunch and a little afternoon nap for the both of you, tucked away comfortably in his quarters with no one daring to bother you for hours 

Barring maybe Ace, who has the audacity to crawl in next to you, kiss both his boyfriends on the cheek in an overtly obnoxious way, and pass out against your back, arms around you just as Marco had before - smelling like today’s menu

[weatherwltcharchive]

POSSIBLE THREAD IDEAS FOR WRITING WITH DRUCILLA

UNDERCOVER IN THE MARINES

Is your muse a Marine? A Warlord? A pirate that's been taken into custody? Drucilla goes undercover for months as a lieutenant, through some skillfully forged papers, in order to break her captain out of Impel Down for stealing a book on the Poneglyphs.

IMPEL DOWN/DURING MARINEFORD

Having written my Shanks into her backstory as a distant friend (though this can be changed should others Shanks writers have interest), she knows why Luffy is setting out to do what he does and stays at Marineford to aid the fight, even if it’s smarter to go, and he doesn’t know her at all, because she recognizes a sibling’s love. She was on a pirate crew for ten years, so it wouldn’t be all that far-fetched to say she’s crossed paths with factions of, say, the Whitebeard Pirates. Or it could be a means of betrayal between her and a Marine she might’ve gotten close to, now that her identity is out in the open.

REGARDING MISCELLANEOUS PIRATE THINGS

Prior to Marineford, she's a member of the Siren Pirates, serving as their first mate and merchant for ten years. Any number of shenanigans can arise on the sea or while stationed for a time. Drucilla is a loyal and true friend if she doesn’t feel it’s necessary to cut ties in order to put herself first.

POST-TIMESKIP

As her parents were part of the first wave of the Revolutionary Army, she gets in contact with them through her connections with the Cross Guild and her friendship with Mihawk (using my own Mihawk, but that, again, can be changed out for something else.) I haven’t fully fleshed out this verse yet, but she wants to do something greater that isn’t just looking out for herself.

THE PRE-PIRACY YEARS

From the ages of 10-13, she’s a feral orphan learning and doing whatever she can to survive. At 13, she eats her Devil Fruit, before being found by her adoptive mom. Maybe they were friends at this time, or during the more stable ages of 13-18.

MISCELLANEOUS

Need a document or piece of art (her favorite) or something else forged? Drucilla is your woman, for the right compensation.

Need a drinking buddy who’ll talk you down from your dumb ideas, until her own dumb ideas arise? Drucilla is your woman.

Would love a verse where she completely lets go of any warmth and hope she holds on to, and sides with any of the villains in the series.

-- MORE TO BE ADDED.

[tsunderedoctor]

hiii it's my first time actually requesting something !! i hope i don't say anything stupid i'm really nervous 😭

as someone who's been diagnosed with this, may i ask for autistic reader with ace and cora? preferably male reader but gn is fine too !

idk if you know much abt it but i do wanna put in some of the stuff i tend to do !! since it is a spectrum, being autustic varies for those who are — but for me personally i have the urge to stim a lot, specifically i get urges to flap and shake my hands often or to just rock back and forth while sitting, or to say certain words like "pop" or "bubble". i really struggle with eye contact and overall most social situations, especially face-to-face but that doesn't mean i'm ignoring them ><

and also sensory issues with how certain things feel/sound/etc, like damp clothing or really loud sounds — sometimes i get really overwhelmed when there's too many things at once ( e.g. flashing lights, loud sounds, too many people, etc. all at once ) and kinda just meltdown uncontrollably. :( but i also love how certain things feel, like soft fur or weighted blankets !! and also certain special interests like aquatic creatures and just the overall marine stuff, or just drawing ! cats too

also random side note i remember seeing you join a one piece artist server i was in and i wanted to say hi so badly since you're my favorite comfort blog !! but i got so scared and nervous and didn't want to bother you so i didn't ☹️ also sorry for rambling a lot i didn't think i would write that many words haha ! that's all i wanted to say though i'll be very happy if you do my request, but it's fine if you don't, just take your time !!!

So, so sorry that you had to wait so long for this!!! I hope you are doing well and know I love you so much!! Also, always feel free to talk to me!! I don’t mind, really!! I’m also in quite a few discords (I left ones I was inactive in-), so feel free to say hi there too!! 💜💜💜

I broke this down into the symptoms you had mentioned and how they first react to now being used to it, so I hope this makes sense!!

Stimming:

When you first presented the stimming, the brunet might be a bit confused at first, but once you explain the situation he just gives you a smile and lets you carry on!

Now he is used to it and doesn’t mind it at all. If anyone says anything rude or gives you dirty looks, be prepared for them to be sat down as he explains the symptoms of Autism to the bystander. If they want to be ignorant, he’s going to teach them a lesson!

Echolalia: 

This one might surprise you, but he is used to Luffy saying random things at times, so he doesn’t even realize it was an issue for you. When you mention it, he just waves it off, it’s not annoying, don’t you worry!

Sometimes he finds himself mimicking you now! You might utter the world “bubble” and the brunet just whispers out “pop” subconsciously, he doesn’t even realize he does it! 

Eye contact:

He also struggles with this! Not from Autism, but due to his trauma. If there is one thing Ace doesn’t feel like he is, is worthy. He doesn’t understand why people always get upset with him, so he is very understanding when you struggle with it too. It’s okay, you’re safe here.

This is something I think would be amazing that you both can work on together! Whenever one another notices the other not looking at them, be direct about it and let them express why they might can’t! It’s a great bonding exercise to get the other to talk and also expressing yourself to others who also might ask! 

Sensory issues:

Do you see this man?? He hardly wears shirts (though I think it’s more to due with his Devil Fruit-), so he totally understands and doesn’t mind supporting some natural looks. As long as you are comfortable and still somewhat decent, he doesn’t mind or won’t get embarrassed! 

As for sounds, he might not realize it until it’s too late. He’s quite the loud man when it comes to fighting and the crew he is in isn’t the quietest either. So with some good communication, the crew and him work on letting you know a head of time! 

Even now he still feels the same way. As long as your clothing choices are kid friendly, he doesn’t mind what you wear or choose not to wear. he also goes out of his way to make sure not to get certain fabrics or have a change of clothes if you happen to get wet.

Selective mutism:

He’s going to be confused at first if you happen to go mute without telling him. He might react negatively too and think he did something wrong, so just let him know through pen and paper you just can’t talk right now and he will be fine. 

Starts to pick up on your low level cues and knows what to expect when you go mute. It’s taken a while, but he is now a pro at it and can speak up for you if needed! 

Stimming:

I like to think that due to his background and education with different countries, Cora would have some knowledge about Autism. So when he sees you stimming for the first time, it just automatically clicks to him and he just goes with the flow as if nothing changed (and nothing has!).

The type to move something out of your reach when you stim just so you don’t accidentally break it or knock it over. He doesn’t want you to feel guilty later when you have better control over your body. 

Echolalia: 

Again, since he has some knowledge he understands what is happening when you say certain words randomly or mimic someone unintentionally. However, he has the book smarts, so he doesn’t have any practical knowledge on this symptom. 

Has more knowledge now and knows how to help you break out of it if you find it difficult on your own. He doesn’t mind it either way, but wants to be helpful to you and your feelings.

Eye contact:

He struggled with this as well, but living in the military had forced this habit on him. That doesn’t mean he is going to force it on you though! He would never do something that causes you discomfort and if you can’t look at him or others, than so be it! 

Let’s people know ahead of time (especially Sengoku) that you might not look at them directly. Just so they don’t go poking around demanding or asking personal questions you don’t want to answer!

Sensory issues:

Might get quite embarrassed if you change your clothes right away when they get wet. Always offers his jackets (even the fluffy coat) for you, even if you are dressed. He just likes seeing you in them and that he can comfort you!

As far as loud sounds go, this man has you covered! He will use his Devil Fruit to mute any loud sounds for around you, giving you a chance to relax and catch your breath again! 

Selective mutism:

He completely understands, he spent years being mute, so when you need a break, just let him know and he will mute you with his Devil Fruit, allowing you to not have to hear others or speak up.

If it comes to people like Doffy, he will let them know you are completely mute. He doesn’t want you to speak to these kinds of people anyway. Call him possessive, but there aren’t many people he is comfortable with you talking to. 

[sanjispudding]

OPLA thoughts

I decided I wanted to sit down and pour out my thoughts on Netflix’s Live Action One Piece. I’m going to start by saying this: It was a beautiful adaptation. You could feel the love from everyone involved in every single scene. 

Before we fully dive into this, I want to make a mini disclaimer that, yes, there will most likely be spoilers.

Let’s start with an easy one, the soundtrack. One of the things I love about the anime is the music and I can say the same about the live action as well. Sonya Belousova and Giona Ostinelli knocked it straight out of the park with every track. The sound that left me when I heard Bink’s Brew in the background could only be described as a surprised squeak. And then, in episode 4, when our crew gets the Going Merry…I teared up. We Are?! In the live action?? Absolutely brilliant. But let’s talk a bit about some of the original tracks. “Chop Chop Cannon” might be my favorite. I can’t explain why, I just love the circus music. Arlong’s theme went so hard I don’t even know where to start. Belousova herself stated that “Wealth, Fame, Power” is a combination of Luffy and Roger’s themes, and that Roger’s theme is Luffy’s in reverse. If that doesn’t clue you in on how fantastic this soundtrack is, I’m not sure what will. So, if you get a chance, I highly recommend simply listening to the soundtrack. I can’t lie, that’s what I’m doing as I type this out.

Another easy bit to talk about: the cast. Everyone, from our main crew to the villains and even the side characters were perfectly cast. 

The Strawhats especially had me smiling from ear to ear. Iñaki Godoy’s performance as Luffy has a special place in my heart. He embodies the purehearted energy that Luffy is full of so well. I’ve seen little complaints here and there about certain scenes of him “refusing food” but you need to see the context of when he does and why. For example, one of those scenes happens when Zoro is hurt. Luffy wouldn’t sit there and have a feast when his friend is hurt. That’s not our captain. I could probably write a paragraph on each actor and their performance…But that would turn this into an essay and I don’t think anyone wants that. 

Initially, when the trailer first dropped, I was unsure of Arlong and the Fishmen. But after seeing the episodes, they were so well done. Arlong was just as threatening and scary as he was supposed to be. The use of prosthetics instead of CGI was a wonderful choice and only added to the beauty of the show. It gives me a lot of hope for how they could handle Chopper in the future as well.

I said this before, but I love the fact that things are different in the live action. You get to experience these characters and story beats again in a way that feels so new it’s almost like you’re seeing it for the first time again. I constantly wish I could go into One Piece blind again, and this adaptation sort of allows me to do just that. Things I thought wouldn’t make me cry again, definitely did. Two of the biggest examples being Sanji's goodbye to Zeff and the Baratie, and Nami asking for help. 

There are also SO many Easter Eggs for fans to find. I won’t point them all out, that would turn this into a longer thing than necessary, but it adds so much to the series. Things as small as known characters wanted posters to things as obvious as Nami reading the story of Nolan to Zoro.

Now, this isn’t to say that this adaptation is without faults. Nothing is perfect. One of the bigger complaints I’ve seen and have to agree with, is that Usopp and Sanji should have been more present in their respective arcs. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we get a season 2 and we get to flesh out their characters more. It’s what they/we deserve. I don’t fully get why we introduced Garp so early either, or kept Koby and Helmeppo around for so long. I don’t think it was a bad choice per se, just an odd one. It does have me wondering about the next meeting, if the live action gets there that is. Hopefully it does, the War arc would be fantastic in the live action.

It has been an absolute joy to see people who have never given One Piece a chance before, watch it now. Oda created something special and it’s amazing to see new fans of all ages come out of this adaptation. These new fans are in for a wild ride, especially if we get more. With Loguetown and Alabasta set up as our next arcs, the future of this series is looking bright. If they thought the reception of these 8 episodes was great, just wait until they introduce us to Chopper and Robin. Crocodile remains one of my favorite One Piece villains and seeing him in live action would be a dream come true.

[cosmicluzer]

hi asking about ur Gross wip in the hopes that the song fic title is from the song i know that is titled “Gross” also 👀

if you are thinking penelope scott’s gross then you are thinking correct lol. kind of hoping you are - that song is one of my personal favorites hehe. kinda sad if it is - the original idea got warped into something WAY more fluffy than gross is, but never fear bc that song will return with its intended angst wether i have to force myself to write it or not.

anyways, you probably won’t have toooo much interest in it, seeing as it isn’t for sp. it’s a one piece (live action bc i love them) fanfic, because i am a liar and a fandom hopping fraud. I was scrolling through my yt shorts one day and stumbled upon that one “you dated brutal dictator of Nicaragua?!” meme and my brain went: “oh. i can do something with this. Small snippet under the cut ;P

REMINDER THAT THIS IS A WIP AND A ROUGH DRAFT AND THAT I KINDA SUCK AT WRITING OK OK GOOD NOW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Sanji is washing the dishes, the rest of the crew sitting at the dining table conversing. He flits in and out of the conversation, adding bits here and there as he continues his task. The day is peaceful, and Sanji feels at rest.

Nami sits, legs crossed over the top of the chair next to her - Zoro’s - with the newspaper propped into her lap. Zoro sits in his chair, slouching against it and looking mildly annoyed at Nami’s legs at the back of his chair but not saying a word about it. Across the table is Usopp, tinkering on seas knows what, and Luffy, content in gnawing through a bundle of fish jerky Sanji made earlier that morning.

The breeze is light, floating through the open windows and door. The sunshine shines brightly through into the galley, and with the crew this docile together it’s, well… peaceful, like he’s said before.

Of course, that’s when they decide to throw the conversat into a depth Sanji is thoroughly avoiding, and has been since six months after… that.

“Usopp, how long were you and Kaya together?” Luffy asks, interrupting Usopp’s story - one about Kaya, and those were the closest you can get to the truth from him.

Usopp pauses at the words, face going slightly red as he sputters out a reply.

“W-Well, Luffy, the great captain Usopp speaks not of the mountains of women he’s conquered! It is not befitting to-“

“They weren’t together,” Nami says, looking at Usopp with an unsurprised look. “He’s too chicken for that.” With that, she turns her attention back to her newspaper, flipping the page and reading it off.

“Hey-!”

“Did you ever have someone like Usopp didn’t have Kaya?” Luffy asks, because the kid can’t read a room. Usopp lets out an offended noise, and Nami doesn’t even look up from the paper as she speaks next.

“Nope, no time for that.”

Luffy hums, looking over the table. He goes to speak, most likely to ask the question to Zoro, but the green-headed swordsman interrupts him.

“No, Luffy. That’s not my style. Why not ask cook?” Zoro’s tone turns from unamused to smug, and he smirks. He turns in his seat to face Sanji, who has gone back to vigorously scrubbing the plate in his hand as he hopes to be kept out of the conversation. “He’s seen the most people, he must have great stories.”

Sanji turns, sneering at Zoro, before he grabs the next plate and gets to scrubbing.

“Sanji! Tell me a story!” Luffy shouts from his spot, getting excited. Nami turns her attention from her newspaper, looking mildly intrigued. Sanji sighs.

“No. I gave you food, occupy yourself.” Sanji shouts over his shoulder, and Luffy pouts.

“C’mon, Sanji. You must have a good story for us.” Nami says, trying to bait him into it. Everyone turned to face him, Usopp and Luffy putting on their best puppy dog eyes in hopes for some entertainment. Sanji pauses his fish washing, considering before shaking his head and turning around.

“I’m sorry, Nami dearest, but there truly is nothing for me to discuss on this topic. There has been nobody of notice in that area of my life, and besides, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.” He says, using a tone of remorse. Nami quirks an eyebrow at him, face going from casual to interested.

“Was that a lie, Sanji-san?” Nami asks, face breaking out into an amused smirk.

Of fucking course the brilliant redhead would see through his lie. He sighs, admitting defeat.

“You truly are too clever for your own good, my swan.” He says, moving to the table and sitting in an empty seat. The other three males look at him with varying degrees of surprise - it is very out of character for Sanji to lie to the crew let alone Nami, a woman.

“Sanji, share!” Luffy whines, wanting to hear what could possibly be such a grandiose secret to Sanji that he’d hide it.

“Be quiet, Luffy, I’m thinking of where to start.”

“How about the beginning, curly.” Zoro says, and Sanji so wants to ring the other man’s throat for being so smug. Instead, he takes a deep breath.

“Alright,” Sanji exhales, grabbing at the pack of cigs in his pocket and the lighter sitting near them. He knows he’ll need a cigarette to get through this. “So this story starts about five years ago…”