#the only way sanji would get hit like that is if it’s a woman

[honnelander]

How did Sanji and reader meet the first time? What did they think of each other at first impression 👀?

hmm interesting question! i feel like it would go a little something like this (in my main "mutual pining" series):

You had originally joined the crew back in the beginning with Luffy, Nami, and Zoro when they were going up against Buggy. Since helping them slice that clown pirate down to size, you were a straw hat.

You never particularly had a dream of your own or knew where you wanted to be, but once you met Luffy and his endless optimism and kindness?? You knew it then: you had found your people.

So when did you meet Sanji? At the same time as everyone else, at the Baratie.

After Nami slipped the host some berry to get your crew a table, you all made your way down to the main dining area. Watching Zoro struggle to slide into the booth because of his swords was practically the funniest thing you've ever seen so you couldn't help the laughter that came out of you and in turn, that made the rest of the straw-hats all join you in poking fun at Zoro and laugh your asses off (much to Zoro's chagrin).

"Fuck you guys," Zoro muttered as he gave each member of the crew their own personal death glare.

When the swordsman locked eyes with you for your own personal Zoro Death Glare, you couldn't help but laugh louder.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, everyone's favorite blonde-haired chef was busy making the infamous bluefin tuna special that led to him getting kicked out to wait tables that particular night.

As Sanji put the final touches on his off-the-menu special, wiped the edges of the plate clean, and confidently strode to the front of the line, all while bantering with Patty, he felt on top of the world.

Until Zeff crapped all over his dish and kicked him off the line.

"Fucking old man," Sanji snarled under his breath as he pushed the kitchen doors to the dining room a little more harsh than necessary.

As he walked into the dining room, slinging his suit blazer over his shoulders, he was fuming...until he heard a loud chorus of laughter come from his right. He looked up in curiosity as he buttoned his blazer in the little alcove next to the kitchen and scanned the dining room. Baratie was a more upscale, fine dining experience (especially for pirates), so for a table of guests to laugh as loud as he was hearing was certainly new to the cook. Whoever they were, they definitely must not be from around here.

His blue eyes immediately went to the table nearest to him, table eight, where he had his eyes set on the pretty blonde woman earlier in the night in hopes that she was the one laughing loudly but, no she wasn't. When he took the plate of pastries and took a few steps into the dining room, he heard the laughter towards his right and immediately looked that way with a cool gaze.

And the sight he was met with nearly took his breath away. At table ten, he saw the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen: you. There you were, sitting there at the table, laughing your ass off at the green-haired guy next to you, laughing so hard you were hitting the table with your fist, not a care in the world. It looked like everyone else at your table was laughing along with you, all except for mosshead (a stick in the mud, Sanji thought with a scoff).

Only one thought occupied his mind now, not Zeff, not the bluefin special, not being kicked out of the kitchen, just: you. You and your infectious laugh.

Everything after that happened in a blur. The two pirates at table eight both stood up enraged, yelling insults back and forth along with threats to kill each other, ripping Sanji's attention away from you and pissing him off all over again.

Could anything go right today?

Once he kicked those two pirates unconscious, he then smoothed out his suit jacket, let out a small exhale of satisfaction, and picked up the plate of pastries again. As he strode over to your table, he put on his most charming smile and placed the pastry plate right down on your table like nothing had just happened.

And to be fair? Pirates fighting did happen all the time, that was just another typical Tuesday night at the Baratie.

But meeting you? That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he'd do anything to hear you laugh and see your gorgeous smile light up that pretty face of yours again.

He stared right at you as he said, "Good evening, and welcome to our shitty little restaurant: the Baratie."

At his tone and choice of words, you couldn't help but look at your extremely attractive waiter in surprise and confusion and let out a surprised laugh. Didn't he work here?

He kept going though but his charming smile only widened at hearing your laugh, his smile reaching his eyes as he said, "My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?"

And in that moment, without the other person's knowledge, you were smitten with each other.

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[standfucker]

Hello!! I've been thinking about an AFAB reader in the straw hat crew who dresses as a man. Short hair and masculine clothes that cover her up. She doesn't want people treating her differently or going easy on her in fights because of her gender hence her constant charade. Because of this the crew doesn't know that she is actually woman. I'd like to request drabbles of how Zoro, Sanji, And Luffy would react when finding out and where they would. Also, SFW please!

This was fun! ^^ Thanks for submitting a request! I tried to keep these a consistent length and failed. Each one ended up longer than the last... I'll have to keep trying harder to pace myself.

Discovering Your Secret - Monster Trio

CW: chest binding, canon-typical violence, injury (not described in detail), gun violence, battle trauma, nudity, awkwardness

Luffy

Group bathing was one bonding activity on the Sunny that you had to miss out on. Shyness wasn’t like you, but the guys chalked it up to a weird personality quirk and long since stopped questioning it. Some people liked their privacy, no big deal. Really, it was never a problem until Luffy barged into the bathroom one day while you were soaking, the door swinging open so hard it bounced back shut behind him.

You tried to shout that the bathroom was occupied, but it was drowned out by Luffy’s own yell of “GUM GUM CANNONBALL!” The next thing you knew, Luffy had somehow launched himself out of his clothes and into the tub, making a massive splash that took out half the water. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t collide with you. 

Instantly you sank down low into the remaining water so only your head was above the surface. The clear water offered no protection, however, so you had to cover your chest and cross your legs. Embarrassment and panicky fear were rotten feelings to have when you had just gotten relaxed, and you found yourself getting angry on top of it all. This was such a stupid way to be found out, and it was only because your captain lacked any self-awareness.

Luffy came up with a laugh, then opened his eyes and blinked at you for a second. “Oh, hey!” he said, oblivious to your stress. “I didn’t know you were in here! Robin told me she just drew a bath, so I came in. Didn’t hear the rest of what she said–I guess she drew it for you! Shi shi shi.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed, too stunned to speak right away.

Luffy’s brows raised when you didn’t respond. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t like to bathe with others. Sorry!” “Luffy?” you tried, but he kept talking.

”Well, I’m here now, so we might as well share! We can wash each other’s backs.”

”Luffy.”

”What are you so shy for, anyway? You look fine to me.”

”Luffy!” you snapped.

”What?”

”Get out!”

”But I’m already wet!” he complained, and you mentally screamed at his stubbornness.

”Then I’ll get out! But you have to look away!” you barely managed to keep from yelling at him, trying not to lose your cool lest he get suspicious.

Luffy pursed his lips. “Fine, sheesh. I won’t look.”

He turned his head away. You hesitated, then quickly stood up and made to leave. You took one step onto the tub–and immediately slipped, thanks to the water Luffy splashed there a moment ago. A yelp left you as you fell fast.

”Y/N!” Right before you hit the tub, Luffy’s arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you safely back inside. “That was close!”

You froze in place, heart in your throat both from the fall and from your new position. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around your torso. He could clearly feel your chest against his rubbery arms. You gaped at him, wide-eyed in shock. Luffy smiled. Then he squeezed you again and frowned. Slowly, he looked down at your chest, then down even further.

”WHAT?!” Luffy yelled in shock, his eyes bugging out. “Y/N got attacked by Iva?! But when did you meet him?!”

You facepalmed hard.You’d heard about Ivankov through Luffy’s stories, so you had an idea of what he was talking about. But he missed the mark so hard it was astonishing.

Luffy quickly unwound his arms from around you and covered his face, stammering. “I’m sorry, Y/N! I had no idea!”  

Even though your own face was hot, you couldn’t help but start to laugh, though it was a bit nervous. As you carefully exited the tub, toweling off and pulling on a robe, you contemplated letting Luffy go on believing you were attacked by Iva. But then you would have to make up a story about meeting him, and lying to your bright-eyed captain seemed wrong. He meant well, after all.

Maybe this whole charade was unfair to him. Luffy couldn’t hold onto a secret to save his life anyway, so once he knew, the whole crew would know too. Still…though it would be a big change for you, it would be one less thing to worry about…

You draped your towel along the edge of the tub and perched on it, crossing your arms. “What did we learn about respecting people’s privacy?”

”I’m sorry,” Luffy said, peeking through his fingers before lowering his hands. “I didn’t know you had a reason…I won’t do it again! But when did you cross paths with Iva? During the two years I was away?”

”No, Luffy. I’ve never met Ivankov.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I’ve been a girl this whole time. I was just pretending to be male.”

”Whaaat!? Really?” Luffy’s eyes bugged out at you again. “But why?”

You did your best to explain your reasons. Luffy only seemed to grow more confused as you went on, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

”I don’t get it. Nami and Robin are strong,” he said.

“Never said they weren’t,” you replied patiently. “But Nami and Robin get underestimated constantly. Maybe they’re used to it, but I can’t stomach the idea. It’s insulting.”

“Hmm…” Luffy thought for a second. “Does this mean we can’t wrestle anymore?”

“Of course we can! The whole point is that I don’t want you to treat me differently!”

“Oh… Oh! I see!” Luffy said, his eyes lighting up with realization. “Okay then! I’ll whoop your butt like normal!”

A warm feeling filled your chest, and you smiled. Now he was catching on, and he didn’t seem to mind. The relief was almost dizzying.

You asked Luffy to try to keep it a secret for now.

He lasted about three weeks, until he asked you one day, point-blank in front of the others: “Hey, Y/N? Where do your boobs go when you get dressed?”

Zoro

“Behind you!”

Zoro’s shout made you whirl around, raising your weapon, but your opponent was already on the downswing. Their sword cut your chest open from clavicle to rib. Pain sizzled out from the gash, hot and burning, but in addition to that, you could feel that your binder was damaged, freeing your breasts. You grit your teeth through the pain and managed to strike your foe down. Then you hunched over yourself, arms crossed over your chest, quivering. The warm blood on your arms told you this one might be serious, but despite the wound, all that was on your mind was getting found out.

Zoro rushed to your side, mowing down foes as he went until he was there. “Did they get you? Let me see.” But you shook your head. “Let me see!” he insisted, an edge of panic to his voice as blood dripped onto the ground below you.

You looked up at him with visible fear, which he misunderstood. “You’re going to be okay, but you have got to let me see.”

Shaking, you lowered your arms, revealing your wound and your secret all at once.

Zoro’s eyes widened, momentarily speechless. Then he snapped out of it, hurriedly taking off his shirt and wrapping it around your torso. He picked you up, one arm supporting your bottom while the other tucked you against his chest to hide your front. You pressed your face into his shoulder, discomposed from the shock of the injury and from the sudden reveal.

What would he think of you now? All the times you arm wrestled, all the times you sparred, all the drinking contests and shared conversations and shared fights–would you never experience them again? You kept asking yourself those questions as Zoro took you out of the slowing battle.

Chopper was shocked, but promised to keep your secret. However, after he found out that you’d been binding your chest with bandages almost 24-7, he scolded you harshly, going on about how you could permanently damage your body.

At your request, Zoro’s the only one Chopper let visit you in the ship’s infirmary. For a while, Zoro didn’t say anything, just stared at your bandaged chest with an unreadable expression.

“I wanted you to respect me,” you said, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond. “I could never be your equal otherwise. Please understand.”

Zoro looked down at you and gave a heavy sigh, eyes distant for a moment. “...You remind me of someone I used to know.” He sat on the edge of your bed, some softness to his gaze now. “I get it. I get why you hid this. But you’re an idiot.”

”I know. I let myself get hurt.”

”No, dummy. Because you treated the crew like we wouldn’t understand. You didn’t trust us. It makes sense in the beginning, but after all these years?” He frowned at you, and you realize that deep down, he was hurt.

”I didn’t want anything to change between us.” You looked away, ashamed. “Between you and me.”

”It doesn’t have to.”

”You don’t like to fight women.”

Zoro grimaced at the accusation, knowing you’re right. The infirmary was quiet for a minute.

”I’m sorry,” Zoro finally said. “I’ll…I’ll do better. Nothing has to change.” He paused, and offered up a smirk. “After all, I go easy on you anyways.”

You feel yourself tear up at his acceptance, and grinned back at him. “Once I heal up, I’ll make you regret that.” You paused, face falling. “You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want Sanji to…you know.”

“Yeah.” Zoro made a face at the cook’s name. ”It’ll stay between the three of us,” he promised. “I still think you should tell them, but it’s not my secret to share.”

”Maybe in time. I’ll have to think about it,” you said, and he nodded.

Zoro held out his hand. You clasped it in a big swing, grimacing when it made your wound sting, and squeezed as tightly as you could.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Zoro said, squeezing back. “Okay? We’re still buds.”

”Okay.” Again, you felt the tears threatening to spill.

”But if you cry, I’ll make fun of you.”

”Shut up!”

Once Zoro realizes you were hindered by the binder for all of your matches against him, he got fired up. All the times he won, you had a handicap–it wasn’t a fair match, he decided. However, there wasn’t really a place on the ship where you could take it off in front of others, so he was forced to remain undecided on the topic of which one of you is stronger.

It wasn’t until you revealed your secret to the others that you and Zoro finally got to have a proper, no-holds-barred sparring session. True to his word, he didn’t hold back, too battle-hungry to care if he touched your chest when you wrestled or exchanged blows. (Sanji snarled in the background, but neither of you were paying him any attention.)

As it turned out, when you let your aching ribs heal and could breathe properly, you were far better than you were before. You ended up almost defeating the swordsman, and he was so proud of you that he threw an arm around your shoulders and noogied your head until you were certain he left track marks in your skull. “That’s my girl!”

Sanji

The impact of your sword against your opponent’s knocked the weapons out of the both of your hands. Undeterred, you dashed forward to take them on barehanded, confident in your unarmed strength. Right as you reached them, they drew a hidden flintlock from their back belt, and touched the muzzle to your forehead.

You froze. The battlefield seemed to fade away, nothing solid or corporeal except for the gun to your head. You couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears, feel anything but the cold steel pressed to your skull. Everything rushed through your head in one synaptic burst, a thousand million thoughts of how soon, how final this was. All the years of adventure, ending here. One slip-up. You were going to die.

You couldn’t even feel regret. Just the sensation of your heart beating as if it was in every blood vessel. You didn’t hear the call of your name, nor the shouted “Diable Jambe!”

In the time it took for your opponent to squeeze his trigger finger, Sanji appeared seemingly out of nowhere and kicked the guy’s hand so hard you saw it break. The gun fired into the ground a few feet away from you, and with another burning kick, Sanji knocked him out.

You were in shock, standing there unharmed, but useless. Sanji took notice, calling for you again. When you didn’t respond, he rushed to you and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. “Get it together! We still need you!”

Suddenly the sound, the sensation, everything came rushing back, hitting you all at once. You blinked, glanced at the surrounding battle, then at Sanji’s tense expression.

“Y/N!”

“I’m okay!” you said. “T-Thanks. I’m okay.” With that, you rushed for your fallen sword, ready to rejoin the battle.

It wasn’t your first brush with death, but this one rattled you worse than the others. After the battle you dwelled on it constantly, thinking back to that moment and breaking out into a cold sweat even though you’d just cleaned up. You couldn’t think about anything else, focus on anything going on around you. You skipped dinner, stomach too upset to eat, and were barely able to sleep despite your exhaustion from the day’s battle. You skipped breakfast the following day, and only around lunchtime did your mind seem to catch up to your body. You watched Luffy and the crew mess around, playing and laughing and arguing, and suddenly you realized that you almost lost this forever. Immediately, the urge to cry overtook you with tremendous force. You hurried through the ship’s interior, shoved yourself into a corner, and sobbed into your hands.

Dead. Oh god, you were almost dead. How was it that easy? All the strength you had worked so hard to build, meaningless. How could you have been so overconfident? How could you have let yourself lose so easily? Had Sanji not been there, you would have been gone. Gone.

The tears ran hot down your cheeks, and you bit your tongue to keep from being loud. It could have gone so much worse. Sanji was dependable, but tended to keep his eye on the girls during fights. He only saved you because you were close by. It was sheer luck that he saved you. Only luck.

“Y/N!”

Sanji’s call of your name made you go quiet. You resisted the urge to sniffle, even as your nose ran. If he found you…it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you’d rather not be caught crying. You spent years building the image of the stoic, masculine fighter, and would prefer to keep up that appearance. Sanji called you again, closer this time, and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah?” you called out.

“Lunch is ready, so hurry on down,” he announced from the doorway, just out of your vision.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, but after washing your face and regulating your breathing, you were ready to rejoin the group once more.

In the weeks following, you dealt with your shock and processed it the best that you could. Eventually you started sleeping better again, your appetite returned, and life seemed to go on as normal…except for one thing: Sanji. He started acting strangely when he was nearby.

It started off small. He was far more pleasant around you than he normally was. Not that you and Sanji held animosity toward each other, but usually he treated you like another male: friendly enough if you weren’t Zoro, but not to this degree. He never really brightened up at the sight of you before. Nor did he ask for your opinion in his upcoming meal plan for the week. At first you chalked it up to him noticing your earlier distress somehow, but after you got better, he kept on acting saccharine.

One day, he brought you a drink. Not served you at the table with everyone else, but went out of his way to bring it to where you were sunbathing on the deck. You could only stare at him until he awkwardly left it by your side, stammered something about the heat, and then left.

Incidents like that kept happening, usually out of sight of the other crewmates, but not always. The others started picking up on it too. At one point, Sanji brought Robin, Nami, and Chopper slices of cake–and then brought you a plate as well. That time, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Sanji pretended like nothing was off.

When he chirped “Hi, Y/N-chan,” to you as he passed by you in the hall, you had enough. You grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, hard. He immediately knew he messed up, but despite your fingers fisted in his collar and your murderous expression, he only flushed red.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“I–I’m–” Sanji stammered. Blood started to run from one of his nostrils.

“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded. “Being all sappy and disgusting to me. Who do you think I am?”

“I–I’m sorry,” Sanji tried. You grit your teeth, beginning to fear the worst.

“Did you lose all respect for me when you saved my life?” you asked bluntly.

“Of course not! I think highly of you.”

“Too much so, don’t you think?” you had to struggle not to shout. “Is this because you heard me crying last month?”

Sanji shut his mouth, glancing aside and giving away the answer. He nodded.

“Am I weak to you or something?”

“No, that’s not it–” he tried, but you pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back into it.

“I don’t understand! You’re too soft with me. Why are you treating me so nicely?”

“Because you’re a woman, and women deserve the best.” He said it unflinchingly and with conviction, looking right back into your eyes.

The answer was obvious, but a part of you still hoped it was something else, hoped that because he didn’t go overboard with his affections that he didn’t know. Your grip on his collar weakened and gave away along with your hopes, hands hanging limply at your sides.

“When did you find out?” you asked quietly. “Or should I say, how?”

“I saw you crying.” Sanji pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his nose.

“So?”

“You may look and act like a man…but a woman’s tears leave no room for doubts.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Unfair. That’s what this was. Just unfair. Because after all those years living as a male, you got found out because of Sanji’s freakish sixth sense for women. Your sigh was heavy, and you had to rest your head in your hand for a moment.

“Okay, well, we need to set some things straight. You can’t keep slipping up around me, or the others will find out. They already suspect something’s up.”

“I'm trying!” Sanji retorted. “I knew you were hiding it for some reason, so I tried to keep myself in check! Do you know how hard it’s been?”

“How hard it’s been?” You wanted to punch him. “You have no idea what I go through every day just to keep up appearances! Just to earn the regard I deserve! Why couldn't you respect me as a man?”

“I don't respect men.”

“Ugh!” You punched the wall by his head instead. Sanji didn’t flinch. “You have to take me seriously.”

“I am!”

“We can’t keep going like this.” You bit your lip in frustration, trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could use his weird complex around women to your advantage, if he would just stop giving it away. “Okay, listen. Sanji. If you really want to do me a favor, the best thing you can do is help me keep my secret. That means whenever you have the urge to treat me like a girl, you nip it in the bud. Can you do that?”

“I…I’ll try.” Sanji went to take your hand, but you yanked it away.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You can’t be so familiar.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard! I–I want to treat you right. I want to be close to you.”

“I want to be close to you to,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “But I. I’d… I’d rather hold onto my secret.”

He looked hurt, which sent a cold pang of guilt into your stomach. Reaching out, you patted his shoulder. “I’m depending on you, do you understand?”

Sanji took in your expression–serious, worried, uncertain–and nodded. The hand that reached for yours instead went over his heart. “I promise,” he said, “I will do everything I can to help keep your secret.”

The talk with Sanji helped massively, fixing his odd behavior around you for the most part. There was one thing he couldn’t give up, and that was giving you a nickname. He called you something in French–“mon petit chou,” he would say–but as it was foreign, you figured it was safe to use around the crew, and let it slide.

It was only a few months later that you learned Robin was fluent in French.

[justmediocrewriting]

okay but thoughts on sanji x reader where she gets jealous bcs he flirts with every woman he sees and she’s scared to confess because she doesn’t know if he likes her or just loves to play a flirt

Tell It To Me Straight (Because I’m Going Crazy) {v.s}

Summary: it was just like you to fall head over heels for a guy at first sight, only to later realize said guy was the world’s biggest flirt. It would also happen to be your luck that this same guy would join your crew — and now you had to deal with feelings and other things that were equally as unpleasant.

Genre: angst, fluff

Requested: ✅

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: insecurities, pining, Sanji (that’s a warning, right?), angst with fluffy ending ❤️

A/n: anon bless you for requesting my husband Sanji. I love this man so much. This actually took me entirely too long to write and I’m so sorry for that, writers block has been hitting me like a fucking train. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy even tho I feel this one might be a bit shitty ❤️✌️

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Red painted lips curved into a smile, hair pulled into a classy updo, high rosy cheekbones, and donned in a dress that hugged every curve just right, the woman was truly beautiful, and when the dim lighting of the tavern reflected off the pair at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel that she looked too good next to Sanji.

It was a reality that was painful but long since accepted by you, the fact that you’d never truly be good enough for the charming man — but acceptance didn’t curb the cinching pain within your chest, or the burning jealousy that flickered to life in your gut and heated the underside of your skin.

You pursed your lips as you watched the two exchange murmured words and laughs, and fury burned hot in your lungs when the woman brought a hand up to swipe painted fingernails along Sanji’s forearm — Sanji, predictably, didn’t usher the woman away, and your next heartbeat was incredibly painful when Sanji instead leaned into the touch.

It was utterly ridiculous, the way you burned with flaming jealousy — and honestly, you weren’t sure if you were more angry with Sanji’s antics, or the fact that they affected you the way they did, even though you had been aware and exposed to them from the start. Sanji was a flirt, through and through, and it didn’t matter if the woman he flirted with was ugly or gorgeous, he just enjoyed the act of it — and this very fact put you in a position where you had to constantly remind yourself that just because he showered you with compliments and called you pet names didn’t mean they were genuine, or that you were someone special to him.

You’d also thought that acknowledging this fact would chase away the deep feelings you harbored for the man, and in the beginning, it actually did, but Sanji always found a way to drag them back to the surface.

Sanji was tall, he was handsome, and he had a way with words that could make any woman melt, you included. When you’d first encountered Sanji at the Baratie months ago, you had been utterly and hopelessly drawn in by these very traits of his, and still to the day, you found yourself stuck to him like a magnet. And it infuriated you from the inside out.

Because you’d never even asked for it, and the only chance at relief had been stolen away from you when Luffy invited Sanji to the crew, and the man actually agreed — and for the past few months, you’d been plagued with so many emotions that it gave you mental whiplash.

The center of this inner turmoil also didn’t help any. From the moment Sanji locked eyes with you, he was spewing compliments and sweet nothings at you, and looking at you with these eyes that made you squirm in both the most unpleasant and pleasant ways; you’d never had that kind of attention from a man, especially not from a man as attractive and damn sophisticated as Sanji, and it was just as exciting and exhilarating as it was flustering. It was no surprise you’d fallen as fast as you had — anyone would, should they get the time to really be around Sanji for a prolonged period.

You had even once considered admitting your feelings to Sanji; the prospect of confession had swirled into your mind the first night of his joining, when the crew was locked on the path to the Conomi Islands to retrieve Nami. You two had fallen into conversation late into the night, swapping muted stories in the comfortable air of the Merry’s galley, and Sanji was so attentive, so alluring, and his eyes… his eyes were locked onto yours, as if you were the only girl in the world, and there was something within their depths, something that had you wondering if he’d felt the same sensation you had when you two had locked eyes in the Baratie.

They had you wondering, entertaining, if he truly thought of you in the same way you thought of him.

But that notion was quickly tossed away the night at Cocoyashi village — because you noticed that Sanji gave those eyes to nearly every woman he met, save for the ones who were underage, and it hit you so heavily that you were not special to him at all that you nearly lost your breath. From that point on, you swore away your feelings for the man, and promised yourself you’d never let yourself be mislead or disillusioned by his flirts and charms again.

Except, things didn’t really go according to plan.

Because no matter how much you acknowledged the truth of Sanji’s flirtatious disposition, it still affected you — you would still feel so warm and fuzzy inside when he smiled at you, or when those soft endearments and compliments slid past his lips, or when he’d softly stroke your elbow to announce he was passing you aboard the ship…

Everything he did made you jittery and warm.

And you fucking loathed it.

“Are you alright?” Nami’s soft voice and gentle touch to your arm broke you from your scathing thoughts, and you tore your eyes away from the events unfolding at the bar to blink at her.

“Uh, what?” You asked, a little dumbly, and the redhead’s brows furrowed a little.

“I asked if you were alright.” Nami iterated, and you took in a sharp breath, a part of you so desperately wanted to flick your eyes over to Sanji, just to see what was unfolding — but you resisted the urge, and instead forced a smile to your lips.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… spacing out, I guess.”

Nami didn’t look convinced, and your heart stuttered just briefly when she glanced in the direction that you had been previously staring, and a strange sort of look shadowed her eyes. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything else, and instead took a sip of her drink. Now that you’d been pulled back into the present, you were aware of Usopp and Luffy bickering about making “subtle changes” to the Jolly Roger, and you could hear faint snores from your right — sure enough, when you turned your head in the direction, you pinpointed a sleeping Zoro nestled a few feet away from Nami. Part of you wanted to smile, but the thought that Sanji was still at the bar with that woman dulled your ability to do so.

Don’t do it, you warned yourself, but despite the seething voice in your head, you still turned your focus back to the bar, and sure enough, Sanji was still entertaining the woman.

“Jeez, all he was supposed to do was get drinks. Guess we should start sending someone else to do that from now on,” Nami huffed from beside you, and all you could do was nod numbly, because at the moment your throat felt too tight to possibly push words through. Sanji’s lips split into a beautiful smile, and moments later your ears were graced with the rumbling timbre of his laugh, and despite yourself you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine from the pleasant sound. The sight of his dimples and the crinkle in the corners of his eyes made your heart stutter in your chest, and in that moment, all you wanted was for him to be looking at you like that — to be on the receiving end of that smile and those eyes once again.

Just then, in a moment that was equal parts mortifying and electrifying, Sanji turned his head and locked eyes with you; your breath caught in your throat, and for an irrational heartbeat, you swore that Sanji had somehow telepathically received your desire to be looked at and followed the command, and you wondered if your feelings of burning jealousy and desire were reflected on your face. You forced a small smile to your lips and held up your near-empty bottle in one hand while gesturing to it with the other, silently reminding Sanji of the real reason he’d went to the bar in the first place.

Sanji’s expression changed from confused to realization in seconds flat, and you watched in growing anger as he addressed the woman once more and murmured what you assumed was some sort of departing quote; then he skimmed his fingertips over the length of the woman’s forearm before he turned back to the bar and grabbed three bottles by the neck in one hand and turned on his heel to stalk back to your table.

You tore your eyes from his and downed the small bit of liquid still in your bottle; the bitter taste and satisfying burn gave your mind something else to focus on.

“Sorry about the wait, my sweets. Here are your drinks.” Sanji said smoothly, placing a sweating bottle in front of Nami and then placing one in front of you as well. You tried not to look at him, but your eyes were drawn to his long, dexterous fingers by the light shining off his ring in just the right way.

Anger stirred in your gut at the way he apologized for the wait as if it wasn’t entirely his fault. You bit your lip and brought your hand up to grip the neck of the opened bottle in lieu of yelling at the cook, and downed a few swallows as you watched Sanji take a seat just across from you. Your eyes connected briefly, and you seriously wanted to rip out your chest because of the way it bloomed with warmth.

This was going to be a long night.

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You giggled into the skin of Nami’s neck as you both stumbled side by side; your breath tickling her neck caused the other woman to giggle profusely as well, and walking now felt even more difficult than it had before.

Behind you, Usopp and Luffy also walked side by side with one arm slung over the other, Zoro walking not too far behind them and perfectly, irritatingly balanced — screw him and his inability to get drunk.

The leader of your merry little pack was Sanji, guiding the rest of his drunken crewmates with a confidence and swagger that only he could possess. It kind of pissed you off — but it also made you really, really warm at the same time. And a little wet, but you blamed that on the alcohol thrumming through your system. It was easier that way.

By the time you’d all made it back to the docked Going Merry, Usopp had keeled over and thrown up a total of two times, and had to pull a deadweight Luffy to their sleeping quarters. Zoro was quick to follow their lead and enter his own room, with the assertion that he was going to “get more sleep.” As if he needed more.

“You comin’ to bed?” Nami slurred at you, and you shook your head; you were drunk, yeah, but you weren’t exactly tired at the moment.

“I think I’m gonna go hang out in the galley.”

Definitely not because Sanji would more than likely be there, prepping the rations for tomorrow’s breakfast as he did every night. But by the raised brow and smirk Nami sent you, you knew that she knew that’s exactly why you were going.

“Alright, don’t have too much fun.” Nami teased with an affectionate bump of her hip, and you glared at her back as she swayed her way to your shared room. When you stumbled to the galley, Sanji was there, as you’d predicted, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he meticulously separated a myriad of fruits and vegetables and grains. When you entered, he gave you a charming smile, one that made you extremely weak in the knees. It seemed that the buzz of alcohol had taken away your previous irritation with the cook, and all you could feel now was a warm sort of fuzzy fondness for him — one that you were far too used to feeling.

“Hello, love. Looking for something?” Sanji asked, his accent tickling your ears in the most pleasant of ways. You loved his accent; it just made him all the more handsome and charming in your eyes. You returned his smile with one of your own and head shake.

“Nah, not really. Just wanted to hang in here for a few.” You said, padding as gracefully as you could to the sofa. It took some maneuvering to slip yourself behind the hanging table, but you were able to do so without too much fumbling. Getting drunk wasn’t something you indulged in often, and your lack of stability and coordination was a major factor to that, but your drunken mind was just as unstable as your physical body, and you were quite prone to mood swings — that’s what you were going to blame your next actions on, anyway.

“Jus’ like watching you do your thing. ‘S nice.” You mumbled, and the smile Sanji sent you warmed you from your head to your toes, and you didn’t even have it in you to hold back whatever could be showing through your eyes as you rested your chin in your palm and stared at him.

Sanji turned his focus back to his prep, and he worked while you watched in a companionable silence. As he worked, your mind began to race — your train of thought wasn’t exactly clear or obvious, and the track was definitely a little misshapen, but as always, it was Sanji on your mind. You watched his fingers, his face, his arms, his everything, and you just thought about him.

You thought about the soft little smiles he sent you, about the crystalline blue of his eyes, how easy it was to get lost in them. You thought of the delicate Cupid’s bow of his lips, of the way the parted and formed sentences that were perfectly articulated to muddle your brain and chest. You thought of his hands, large and warm and dexterous. Of his caring disposition, of the way he was always so attentive to the needs of his crew. Your heart felt as if it was swelling within your chest, and you had to force yourself to look away from him lest it completely explode.

But Sanji didn’t seem to understand that you were seconds away from combustion, because he had abandoned his prep in favor of leaning against the island counter straight across from you.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart? You seem lost in thought.”

You snapped your eyes up to meet his, and he was looking at you like that again; eyes soft and brows relaxed, lips pulled into that little smile — you swore it must be love on his face. You immediately became angry with yourself, and instead of answering him, you demanded,

“Why do you do that?”

Sanji looked taken aback, and his throat worked in such a tantalizing way as he swallowed a couple times, confusion written clear on his face when he spoke. Your anger was momentarily replaced by a very warm feeling in your gut.

“Why do I do what, love?”

“That. Talk to me that way.” You said, flapping your hand wildly in a gesture. Sanji’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, an action your sloshy mind couldn’t help but track and froth over. His tongue looked so soft and pink.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Sanji asked, and in a show of bashfulness that you’d never seen from the cook, broke eye contact to focus on his hands — which he quickly busied one by swiping imaginary dirt from the surface of the island counter he was leaning back against.

“No, not exactly.” You said, lips rather loose from the alcohol. “I just don’t get it.”

Sanji’s brows furrowed and his hand halted in its movement, and rather than waiting for him to respond to that, you began to ramble.

“I mean, it’s just confusing for me. You look at me in this way, and you talk to me like that, all gentle and kind, and it makes me feel special and like I mean something to you.”

Sanji was beginning to look a little bit uncomfortable, but at the moment, your brain only had the capacity to really take your own feelings into consideration — and right now, what you were feeling was confusion and anger, and you needed the answer as to why. So you rose from your seat, knocking your hip into the edge of the hanging table as you did so, but even the shock of pain lacing through your abdomen wasn’t enough to stop your advance. When you were only inches from the man, you rose your hand in a fist and pushed an accusing finger into his chest.

“And you even had me feeling like maaaaybe you felt the same way as me, but was that true? Noooo.” Vivid memories of the night in the galley, when you’d first wondered if what you felt was reciprocated, flew through your mind painfully. You knew your words were slurred and groggy, and you knew you were spilling everything right now, but damn it, it just wasn’t fair.

“It’s not true, and I know it’s not, because you act the same way towards every pair of legs you come across. I-I ju-just—”

You’d started off strong, or as strongly as you could given your drunken state, but now there were tears in your eyes, words cut off by a wet sob, and the anger in your chest had been replaced by a heavy pain. Desperation clawed your mind fiercely, and you just needed to know.

“I’ve been torn ever since we met — I don’t want to feel this way, but you always manage to give me that hope, only to t-take it a-away again. J-just tell me Sanji, please — tell it to me straight, because I’m going crazy!”

Sanji was completely silent, his lips parted in a small ‘o’ as he stared at you with wide eyes. Your finger was still stuck to his chest, and you pulled it back quickly when you noticed, but you kept your eyes fixed on his in a weak glare.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Sanji’s eyes softened and his shoulders slumped with the force of the breathy laugh he released. Sanji hung his head, the laughter still bubbling from his throat. You took a small step back at the reaction, confused and heated with something akin to embarrassment, and the courage that the alcohol had given you seemed to have leaked out at some point, because now all you wanted to do was run; answers be damned.

When Sanji glanced back up at you, bright eyes slightly obscured by wisps of blonde hair, your heart skipped a beat; the smile on his face was small but genuine, and when he spoke, his voice sounded halfway exasperated and half way relieved.

“I’ve been pretty stupid, haven’t I, love?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. You knew you looked a lot like a fish, what with your eyes wide and your lips soundlessly flapping, but your throat just couldn’t produce any sound — and that ability was further stunted when Sanji gripped your wrists in his large, warm hands. Using the gentlest of tugs, Sanji pulled you forward until your nose bumped into the broad expanse of his chest, and his hands released your wrists in favor of sliding down to grip your hips softly.

Your entire body froze, skin buzzing and mind drawing blank, and the only thing you could really focus on was the rise and fall of Sanji’s chest, his warmth, the spicy cedar of his cologne, and the hold he had you in.

“Oh, darling… I’m sorry. I never even noticed…” Sanji cooed to you, chin grazing against the top of your head as he did so, and you were definitely about to spontaneously combust right there in the galley. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t moved couldn’t do anything else aside from simply short circuit in Sanji’s arms.

“I’m just flirty by nature, love, that much is true.” Sanji said, and he gently pushed you back only far enough so he could hook a finger beneath your chin and tilt your head up. Your lips were now a hairsbreadth from his, so close that you could feel every undulation of his breathing. Your heart flipped and twisted in your chest, and your skin heated, your gut tightening in a mix of anxiety and arousal that left your mind reeling.

“But all those other pairs of legs, they’ve got nothing on you. You’re the only girl I’ve got eyes for.”

Finally, you found your ability to speak — but your words were still very weak, dampened by a mixture of utter confusion and disbelief. There was no way this was happening, right?

“If I’m the only girl you have eyes for, why do you flirt with every one you see?”

Sanji’s smile was wide and dimpled, crinkling the corners of his eyes in that way that always sent your belly aflutter, and you could feel more than hear his words —

“Because I didn’t know the girl I had eyes for had eyes for me, too.”

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

okay this is me bowing and apologizing profusely for probably flooding your inbox with my weird brainrot comments and thoughts but i just can't help myself 🥹 i want to gnaw at the way you write these MEN it's just so delicious....... anyways i had a slight tiny request that you do NOT have to do but......... i was wondering your headcanons on if sanji, shanks, mihawk, zoro and buggy would either be (excuse my french) ass or boob guys, you know what i mean??? i've been wondering this for soooo long though you must know you absolutely do NOT have to hc this i know how many wips you must have 😭😭 

Look here now, no bowing or apologizing, I will not permit it. Tis not allowed.

But unhinged headcanons are very very allowed.

A or B

OPLA!Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x AFAB!Reader

Headcanons

Probably NSFW considering the content

But this was oh so very much fun

Sanji

Oh dear gods both absolutely both, both both both, please—

The female body is a temple and he intends to worship every inch of it.

Size and shape is no concern at all.

You're just

Absolutely beautiful

And he wants all of it.

All of it.

Respectfully, of course, but...

ALL of it.

Zoro

Ass. No question.

A little more subtle in admiring you, tilting his head to the side when you walk by to get a good view.

The curve between your waist and your hips drives him wild.

How easily his hands wrap around your waist so he can pull your ass against him.

Grind against you and murmur in your ear how much he wants you.

Shanks

Tiddies. No preference in size, just. Tiddies.

All of them.

In his face, immediately, not respectfully.

Please?

Yes, he knows your eyes are up there, and he loves them as well, they are gorgeous after all.

And he means no offense, but logically speaking, you have no further control over how beautiful your eyes are than you do your breasts, and he's quite taken with both pairs.

And, logically speaking, he can only squeeze the latter of the two without potentially injuring you.

Just let him bury his face and suffocate them between them please

LOGICALLY—

Please don't hit him.

He's quite drunk and means no offense.

Mihawk

Either or neither. He won't admit to any preference.

But he prefers a balance of both.

Whether it's an hourglass figure or a more subtly slender form.

He's more than happy running his hands over either.

He wants to ensure that you feel like a goddess either way.

As no woman worth his time could ever be anything but a goddess.

Buggy

The bigger the better, in either case.

Whether it's a massive pair of jugs or an absolutely glorious can.

The bigger, the better.......

But, oh, dat ass.

He absolutely loves a glorious ass.

One that will jiggle when he smacks it.

Even if you slap him for it.

Absolutely worth it, and he will do it again.

[sinning-23]

Serenade (Zoro x Siren!Reader)

Warnings: none really, mentions of touching and like ONE kiss. reader wants to eat zoro but fails successfully?

Enjoy

Pt.2 Found Here

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He had dozed off on the main deck, the sun hitting his face just enough to warm him up as he rested. The rock of the boat had him in somewhat of a trance and the song from below had lulled him into a false sense of security. That voice. So beautiful, so heavenly. Like a warm embrace, the notes wrap around him, the feeling of hands trailing up his forearms towards his shoulders.

Nails, sharp and threatening trace the lines of his neck with ease, coming up to caress his jawline, his heart swelling at the action, like a dream. A heavenly dream, that voice lures him into slumber. Your voice lulls him to rest.

On the ship's edge, you clawed your way up the side, slithering between the bars. You can see his chest rising and falling as your song pulls him closer and closer to rolling off the edge. You didn’t want to devour him…we’ll you did. You wanted to taste him, touch him, have him.

Own him.

And so far, for the last 5 days, your voice has done that. Every day and at the same time for 5 days he would ‘doze off’ mistakenly, the low tones of your song making him drowsy. You’d sneak into his dreams, making him hallucinate your touch, the way your body feels wrapped around him.

Zoro had never really felt inclined to act on feelings like lust before…but when it came to this unknown force (you) he felt…almost uncontrollable. You would have been successful if the orange haird woman hadn't stomped her way towards him, agasp leaving her lips when she spotted you, puddle of sea water beneath you as you reached to pull him by his swords.

"ZORO!" She calls, his eyes opening just as you retreat back and try to escape.

Lulling your prey was easy, going for the kill, not so much. Your tail flops and smacks against the wet wood, your nails leaving indents beneath you when he grabs you by your wrist with a scowl. Your hunger is replaced with fear, not truly knowing the gravity of your situation. You had gotten close to killing one of the most skilled swordsmen, and he looked like he was about to turn your goofy ass into sashimi.

"P-Please," You pleade, voice lulling him right back into compliance.

Resorting to begging had gotten you out of more tough situations than you'd admit...so why not try now? Your serenade was strong enough to make him let his guard down, maybe it would get you out of being killed from essentially trying to get some lunch.

Perhaps you could flip this and make it seem like you were only trying to seek help.

"Please help me." You let your free hand trail up his shirt, caressing the skin there as your nails left a bit of an indent. He swallows hard, pupils blown wide.

It's working.

The ginger speaks but it only falls upon deaf ears as you try and convince your victim you're innocent.

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You sit idly at the table, the rest of the crew you had successfully avoided up until this point simply watching you. Your pleading had managed to get Zoro to spare your life and the captain who you learned to be named Luffy, insisted on helping you since you asked. Help with what? You had no clue, it was a lie to get you out of a mess and now here you were sitting silently as their eyes glazed over cautiously.

The ginger who you leaned was named 'Nami' was less than fond of you and the two men who came to be known as Usopp and Sanji only stared on awe, trying to figure out whatever they could about you simply based on appearance.

The oversized shirt you had borrowed was sliding down your shoulders, revealing part of your back and the very real dorsal fin down your spine.

He notices how your eyes blink both vertically and horizontally, most likely something to do with your mythological abilities as a mermaid? siren? He didn't care. Well, he did but that wasn't what the main focus was. He wasn't to know how you'd gotten him so relaxed like that.

He was nonchalant and calm in chaos but...never relaxed like that. Where he felt like he was floating. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the illusion of you caressing his hair and his shoulders, pressing soft lips to his temple, or along the skin of his neck. He swallows hard, trying to refocus on the conversation at hand instead of how you'd had him entranced.

"I'm just hungry is all." You speak, eyes piercing his when you say it. He feels his stomach sink.

As if waiting for the okay to begin prepping, Sanji makes haste to get to the kitchen, exploring you follow him, only to be stopped by Nami who whispers a warning into his ear. He seemed more cautious now, telling you to wait where you were instead.

"So, like, what are you?" Usopp questions, still taken with the sight of merfolk in front of him. Unknown to you, you'd definitely be part of his rather aggrandized stories.

Zoro's eyes don't leave your form, the conflicting feelings of what he hoped wasn't some immature crush and adoration brewing in his chest. As far as he could tell you handt opened your mouth to sing or convince anyone of anything to save your own life. So why had you gotten him so...attached. He dismisses himself quickly. Nami knows that look and shakes her head no, following after him when he opts to leave the front deck.

"She tried to kill you, you know that right? And of course, Luffy is gonna help her because she asked and used her stupid siren powers or whatever the hell!" She scoffs, arms folded over her chest.

"Your point? Plenty of people try and kill me."He shoots back, only making Nami throw her hands up.

"Fine, but when shes got her teeth in your neck, I'm not coming to save your ass."

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He knows he should have listen, but how can he when you've god those beautifly sharpy pearly whites grazing right over his jugular, your tongue slinding over the spot instead.

"Let me taste you." You command, voice sweet yet venomous, and all he can do is nod, capturing your lips.

or is this another illusion he's so stupidly fallen for?

Pt.2 maybe? i hope yall liked this lol. sorry for any spelling errors too.

[thelittlestoflives]

Unravelling the Mystery

a wee Sanji x Strawhat!reader from the perspective of our favourite archeologist! it’s so self indulgent lol but i just love these lil pirates so much!! my first time writing for one piece too!!

barely proofread or formatted forgive me pls!!!!

no warnings, just fluff, use of YN but gender neutral as much as possible

wc: 1k

Robin loved a mystery.

Whether it be a novel, an ancient archaeological site, or even the small cartoon strip in the newspaper that Nami got delivered every so often, she was all over it, the cogs in her brain whirred like a woman possessed to solve it.

Her newest obsession was the mystery of where her fellow crewmate was going when everyone else was asleep. Every night, she would hear the door creak and their gentle footsteps on the floorboards.

Sleepwalking?

No. It seemed too calculated for that. And if it were sleepwalking, how would that explain the way that they managed to always be in their bed in the morning?

Robin knew in her gut that there was something else happening here, and she was determined to find out what. Not by asking, of course. She would find out in her own special Robin way, by following YN as they left the room, and then staying awake all night to see when they returned. Simple enough really.

That night, she laid with her back to YN, breathing steadily to imitate someone who was dead asleep. Nami’s breaths had evened out too, and like clockwork Robin heard the familiar creak of the floorboards and the door carefully being pried open.

She waited a few seconds before getting up and creeping out of their room.

YN tiptoed ahead of her, bare feet not making a sound on the floor, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Robin felt in her element as she sneaked behind her crew mate, only a slight pang of guilt in her stomach. Her curiosity overrode that particular emotion.

YN turned left, towards the boys’ room.

With precision, they opened the door slowly, and then shut it behind them without a sound.

Ah. Of course. They're sneaking in to see someone. But who?

Robin’s brain raced with possibilities. Was it the stoic swordsman? Their silly captain? The flirty chef? She went back to her bed, puzzling over each outcome.

When Robin opened her eyes, sunlight streamed onto her face and she was hit with a feeling that she forgot something. She rolled over and saw Nami and YN sound asleep in their respective beds.

Dammit! She fell asleep before she could see YN coming back to bed. Tonight, she would do it. The day could be used to gather some more clues.

At breakfast, she watched YN for any signs of lingering gazes or prolonged touches with any of the other crew mates.

Unfortunately for her she was in the middle of an intense discussion with Usopp and Luffy, trying to explain why their Captain physically couldn’t eat so much that he would actually explode, and missed exactly the telltale signs she was looking for. Hands brushing, a slight blush of the cheeks, eyes meeting with a knowing glint.

The rest of the day proved ineffective for clue gathering, and now asking YN outright seemed almost like admitting to failure, by not being able to solve this mystery. And that simply wouldn’t do. Tonight she would put an end to this and find out to settle her questioning mind.

Again, she feigned sleep and waited for those creaking floorboards. Once she felt like enough time had passed for YN to settle into whoever’s bed it was they were creeping in to, Robin rose from her sheets and moved towards the male quarters.

She imitated the way YN had opened the door, carefully and noiselessly. She stuck her head through the gap and scanned the swinging hammocks for any signs of her friend tangled up with someone. Wrinkling her nose at the smell of, well, men, she willed her eyes to adjust to the dark whilst internally cursing. She couldn’t see anything! This was beginning to frustrate her. Why couldn’t she solve this seemingly simple mystery? She sighed softly, closing the door and stepping back into the hallway.

She made herself a coffee and sipped it while deep in thought. She would just have to stay awake and see if she could spot YN heading back to bed.

She lay in bed reading her book, so lost in the words that she didn’t realise that it was almost sunrise. The footsteps outside the door startled her and she blew out the candle she was using to read and pretended to sleep once more.

The door pushed open, and she stared intently through half shut eyes.

A familiar blonde head stepped into the room, with a sleepy YN cradled in his arms.

Aha! So it was the damn chef after all.

He laid them down impossibly gently, tucking the duvet around them. He knelt down beside their head, and they exchanged some mumbling words before he pressed a tender kiss to YN’s forehead. Their hands were still tangled as he stood to walk away, and he kissed their knuckles so softly that Robin felt a small jolt in her heart. Sanji left the room to prepare breakfast for the crew, and YN was already back asleep.

She suppressed a smile. The thought of her friend creeping into his arms every night, so soft, so tender, so loving, and him gently cradling their body to his every morning before he started work, tucking them in, was so overwhelmingly endearing she could cry. Now she knew why her friend was keeping it a secret, for now at least. However, she was surprised that the lovesick chef was able to keep something like this to himself, but you didn’t need to be as perceptive as Robin is to see how special and genuine this relationship was. They belonged entirely to each other and were secluded in their small bubble of secrecy. She wasn't going to be the one to pop it for them.

And after all, she got what she wanted.

She solved the mystery.

[rose-stems]

pretty- like a doll

sanji x reader that wears frilly cute dresses but is a badass

“So pretty,” Sanji thought*, “like a little doll.”*

Those were the first thought’s Sanji ever had about you.

The first thing he noticed was your pretty pink dress, matching shades of white and pink fabric. Fit to match a ribbon in your hair, holding it in a hairstyle half up.

The next thing he noticed, was the way you walked. Feet pointed and graceful but with the excitement of a baby dear skipping around. You bounced up and down, hair and dress flowing perfectly with your movements.

He was so stunned from gazing at you that he stood completely still, hands full of the bread he was planning to drop off at that crews table.

The table you were walking to.

Oh.

Oh.

“Thank God.” Sanji thought helplessly,

There was a surging need to speak with you, one that Sanji had like no other. No one ever commanded his attention like you did and you hadn’t even spoken to him. He felt a bit pathetic, to be so deeply interested in you in only a matter of seconds.

His attention was quickly grabbed again when you politely turned to the green-haired man sitting on the far left. You opened your mouth—*those pretty, pretty lips—*to speak and his ears zeroed in on your voice, picking apart its soft undertones, distinguishing it from every other sound in the restaurant.

“Zoro,”—the green-haired man, Sanji assumes—”you didn’t wake me up.” You chastise him and Sanji feels himself be ripped apart at the seams.

The man replies but Sanji can’t make out his words. His ears are tuned to you and your sound only. The next sound you make is light and airy, a tiny giggle bubbles up and you tilt your head cutely. He wants to fall to his knees.

“C’mon, Zozo, don’t be like that.” You say and then wait, staring down at the man (because in this moment, you are taller.) and rocking slowly on the balls of your feet.

The man seems to pick up on the unsaid message and moves to stand up, grabbing his swords to help the process. You give him some space as he moves out and to the side and then cutely grab your dress, fabric lifting and exposing pearly white ruffles. You’re stunning, a picturesque form blessed by Aphrodite herself.

You sit down and take a few seconds to make yourself comfortable, letting the man wait until you’re ready—as he should. You adjust the fabric so when the man sits back down he doesn’t sit on it.

You face the green-haired man and your face lights up. It shines and your cheeks are full and pink as you smile brighter than the moon and her stars. Your gorgeous, beautiful, adorable, cute, you are so many things all at once and it hits Sanji harder than anything he’s ever seen.

“Thank you.” You say.

And his knees buckle, the feeling of weightlessness snaps Sanji to his senses. He’s been doing nothing but standing in the middle of the Baratie, staring at you like a creep.

He rushes to an isolated place, dropping the plate of bread on the counter of the bathroom. He steadies himself against the counter and tries to will his lungs to work.

Thoughts long forbidden rise up in his mind.

Thoughts no gentleman should ever have about a woman as cute as yourself.

About how he’d love to see your pretty face morph into something dirty and pleasure filled. How he would love to hear the different sounds you’d make. Would you squirm? Oh, god he hopes so-

He thinks about how fucking hot you looked as you confidently gazed at the green-haired man. Demanding and silent, waiting patiently to be treated like how you deserve. Commanding in a way so opposite of how you dressed, commanding in a subtle way, a petite way. But confident, oh so confident and strong and hot.

Fuck.

A stumbled out groan reaches up his throat before he forces it down, covering his mouth in shame.

“Get. It. Together.” He thinks, “You still need to go actually serve them.”

He still needs to serve you. Serve…you.

Yeah, he can do that.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. This is a staff bathroom, one which could be locked from the inside and he takes comfort in that. At least no one can come in and see how utterly pathetic he is over just seeing you. He hadn’t even spoken to you, but oh, he wanted to.

He turns the tap on and splashes some water on his face, the coolness helps him bring feeling back into his cheeks.

Feeling better—more focused and less likely to fall apart—Sanji picks up the bread and leaves the bathroom.

The first thing he does is head into the kitchens, dumping the bread onto a platter to reheat and quickly fixing up another appetizer. He doesn’t think about how he was banned from the kitchen and only hopes Zeff doesn’t walk in. Not that he’d truly regret it, you deserve a better appetizer for waiting so long. When he’d done he has two nice hot plates, the main appetizer and the reheated bread.

Before heading out of the kitchen he stops to gather himself. He feels a creeping sense of shame for how… how he froze. Yes, how he froze up. To serve yo… your table, he needs to at least have a sense of dignity.

How could he be a good server if he kept getting distracted by your beauty?

How could he sweep you off your feet if every time he looked at you the breath knocked out of him?

With a push of the door he went out into the floor. Eyes sweeping the room once before falling onto you, you were chatting animatedly with the green-haired man and a beautiful woman next to you. He almost felt bad about interrupting you. Almost.

“Hi, welcome to Baratie. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?” He spoke slowly, casting a passing glance at those who sat at your table.

There was the green-haired man with three swords, Zoro, you called him, and a beautiful red-haired woman next to you. On the other side of the table, a little man with a straw hat in overalls and a young man wearing an open shirt.

The straw hat man was currently stuffing his face with bread.

[vinsmokc-sanji]

“I can teach you if you’d like”.

Pairing: OPLA Sanji x Reader

Summary: Sanji finds out you've never been kissed and he's a very eager teacher;

Word count: 1.6K;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-13; AFAB reader, cigarettes, alcohol consumption;

Author's note: Ok, so... this might turn into a series with Y/N asking Sanji to teach her his ways. I'll see how I'll feel about it, but please: give me your feedback!

“I cannot believe that, Y/N!” said Sanji in a mocking tone, while ducking a punch that would’ve hit him square in the jaw if you two weren’t sharing a bottle of wine while on the crow’s nest as that was the only place that seemed to be away from Zeff’s eyes and gave the both of you at least a little sense of . “I cannot believe you’ve never kissed anyone!”.

“Shut up, you jerk! Not everyone is a whore like you” you replied through gritted teeth. Being the only girl at the Baratie, you dealt with more than your fair share of thirsty boys (and men), so no, you never had that sort of interaction before as overall the amount of attention you normally get was off putting. But of course, that’s what happened when Zeff wasn’t around; if he even though one of the guys was crossing a line, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick someone off the boat in a heartbeat. That little nugget of information about yourself was something that you’d never voluntarily tell, especially to Sanji, but the little wine you had before made your tongue looser than normal.

“And not everyone is a prude like you” the blond replied with shrugged shoulders; unlike you, Sanji tried his way with literally every single female humanoid he laid his eyes upon.

You frowned. “I’m not a prude, I just… got overwhelmed by you guys annoying me all the time. And now I’m too self-conscious of being bad at it, or awkward, or gross, or something like that, so I guess I’ll just never do it and die an old maid” you said dramatically, sliding down the wall in the way only a dramatic woman in her early twenties could. Sanji snorted and sat down by your side while precariously holding the bottle in one hand and placed his free hand on the top of your head. “C’mon Y/N. I’m giving you a hard time but it’s not that big of a deal”.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, forcing Sanji to remove his hand; “Yeah, sure, it isn’t. Guys don’t even want to sleep with a girl if she’s a virgin as they don’t want responsibility, let alone deal with someone like me. No one wants to deal with this sort of baggage… and it’s fine, really. It doesn’t bother me”.

It was very clear that it did, in fact, bother you.

“I can teach you if you’d like”.

Sanji took a deep breath; the fact that he had a major crush wasn’t a secret to anyone at the restaurant and the wine you had shared was making him a bit bolder than usual.

Of course, he flirted with you every chance he had; but Sanji was highly aware of the line he couldn’t cross and that you mostly saw it as playful banter instead of actual flirting. Both of you had your dreams; you wanted to take over the Baratie when Zeff decided to retire, Sanji still nurtured his wishes for the All Blue and neither of you were going to allow anything to get in the way and you were so focused on your  own goals that you were constantly pushing yourself too hard to the point of exhaustion and getting an earful from Zeff after a handful of particularly hard episodes.

The blond had a shaking smile on his lips; enough to claim he was joking if you were offended, but your big doe eyes looked up at him in an unexpectedly eager way. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” you asked, clinging on his sleeve as you shifted your position, now kneeling on the ground and staring at Sanji; “Please?”

Sanji felt his heart stop for a second, as he’d never imagined this situation: you, on your knees, asking for him to touch you. As much as he wanted this, he didn’t feel like that would be the best option given that you were both slightly drunk (and the romantic in him didn’t want your first kiss to be a sloppy drunk make out). Sanji knew that the jerk side of him would be kicking himself in the morning, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Sorry kitten, no way. I guess that’s the wine talking… talk to me in the morning and let me know if you’re still up for it, ok? For now, I think it’s best if we went to our individual beds, by ourselves”.

You were now pouting and whining, but still managed to get yourself up from the floor and leave back to your room, still pouting and dragging your feet. Sanji stayed out there for a little longer, trying his hardest not to chase after you, smoking one cigarette after the other.

***

The next morning, Sanji was a bit afraid of how things would go with you — he guessed you’d be embarrassed and avoid him, but you were just your regular self: sassy, animated, cheeky and efficient in the kitchen. Even though his mind kept going back to the crow’s nest situation, Sanji managed to keep his cool and muffle his frustration. As much as he hated to admit, he wanted you to remember last night. He wanted you to, again, beg and pout and whine wanting his lips on yours.

But he still thought that turning you down was the best option for both of you.

The Baratie had a regular day — as regular as a day in the Baratie can be. Sanji kept a close eye on you, but it was like last night had never happened. He tried not to let the bitterness get to him, but he was a little disappointed and upset; as soon as he could, Sanji escaped from the kitchen and climbed to the crow’s nest by himself so he could light up another cigarette and overthink.

Sanji was so lost in thought he didn’t hear you creeping from behind him and almost dropped his cigarette when he felt you tapping his shoulder. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his over reaction, ignoring the indignant look Sanji was shooting at you. “What? What is it that you want, Y/N, that’s so important for you to nearly kill me?” Sanji had absolutely no bark behind his words, and you knew that.

“Is your proposal still on?”

Again, his heart stopped; he couldn’t feel his hands shaking slightly, and his whole face felt like it was burning. “Wha-what proposal?” Sanji asked, hoping to gain time and composure. “Don’t play with me, little eggplant. You know what I’m talking about” your pink ears and the fact that you were not able to keep eye contact assured Sanji that you were being serious.

“You mean it?”

“I mean… yeah. I came out here looking for you, didn’t I? It’s better if it's with you and not some random guy…” You looked embarrassed, avoiding Sanji’s gaze and fidgeting with your fingers; Sanji couldn’t help but feel his heart swelling by how endearing you looked right now. Without even realizing what he was doing, Sanji tossed his cigarette to the side and closed the distance between the both of you, grabbing your face with both of his hands and forcing you to look up to him. “Then I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me you really want it, Y/N”.

“Please, Sanji… Kiss me?”

Sanji hesitated for a split second before lowering his lips to meet yours; he could feel your trembling breath fanning his face, count every single eyelash that adorned your eyes and he could feel your perfume in such a way that he felt like he was drunk all over again — vanilla, almost like he was inside of a bakery.

When your lips touched, Sanji felt himself melting and he felt dizzy; his head was spinning and his stomach was exploding with butterflies, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest and his fingertips were trembling on your cheeks. You were hesitant, taking you a few seconds before shyly embracing Sanji’s neck with your arms, pulling him closer.

Instinctively Sanji’s hand made their way to your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin under the thin blouse you were wearing. He had to make a conscious effort to not cross any boundaries as he didn’t want to scare you or cross a line, but it was hard to keep himself grounded when he started hearing the little content noises that were coming out from the back of your throat.

When you feel Sanji’s tongue touching your lips, your knees stop functioning for a moment and Sanji has to hold you tight so you won’t fall. His confidence and cockyness kicked in, and Sanji quickly had you pressed against the half-wall of the crow’s nest, his hands now seemingly all over you: your neck, your hair, your face, your waist; your head was spinning and now you had your hands tangled into Sanji’s hair, you could taste the cigarette he was having and that mixed with the expensive cologne he always wore made you feel like you were having a fever dream. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second, and it felt like Sanji weren’t close enough to you.

Reluctantly, Sanji holds your face with both his hands and pulls away; he needs to take a deep breath and regain his composure. You whine, trying to pull him back so you can kiss him again, but Sanji merely kisses your forehead and brings you into a hug, tucking your head under his chin.

“There you go, princess. That was your first lesson”.

[misslovasstuff]

“Goodbye.”

[Sanji x reader]

summary: after getting to know each other, time has come for you and Sanji to part ways.

author’s note: Oda and I would agree that Sanji and angst go well together. I love how emotional he is and how deeply he feels things.

Was there ever a good in goodbye or did someone just inserted it there to make people feel less grief, less pain and more peace?

“You must go.” - trembling hands find their way in his chest, pushing it slightly away from where you were standing. Clenching your fist and jaw from resenting to tears, you turn around, ready to walk away.

Sanji had a look of confusion on his face, however there was a hint of indecisiveness as if for the first time, he was being torn apart. Not because he didn’t know what had to be done but because of the courage he would have to muster with saying good bye to you; his love, the spirit that breathes life into his body, the hands that gently caress every wound, the woman that looked at him in the eyes and decided to love him forever. However,

Does forever ever last for the lovers of this world?

“Wait, - his voice cracks as his hand reaches out to you. - I don’t want to say goodbye.”

His mouth trembles as if he wanted to say something more but the words were stuck on his throat. Shutting your eyes close for a moment as a sigh comes out of your mouth, you turn round slowly to face him; the man that came in your life so unexpectedly and showed you the way true love is supposed to feel like.

To your surprise, true love is found in little gestures that mean the world to you; a simple touch of the hands, a surprise meal you always wanted to try, doing things without expecting anything in return…especially that.

All your life you were always hesitant to ask for help, to ask for any favours knowing very well that those people you show your most vulnerable side to will exploit you and use these moments against your path.

But Sanji? Goodness, Sanji is a sweetheart. He only does everything with a loving heart, out of love and for love.

To you, h’s the clarity of the sky and the warmth of the sun, the light of which managed to brighten up even the darkest of alleys in your heart.

How do you let go of someone like that?

“Sanji, - you approach him and stand stiffly, hesitating to touch his face and caress it to comfort him no matter how much your entire being was begging you to. - that dream of yours…”

The blonde blinks in anticipation as he notices your hesitation to comfort him and yourself. Did you want to make this last interaction less painful that it already feels?

“That dream of yours is beautiful. Go, sail away and find the all blue! - the tone of your voice gets louder as you grab a hold of his two hands, holding the them tight near your chest as you look into his eyes.

Ah, those blue eyes of his which you called your treasure suddenly soften, a hint of blush covering his cheeks. The sparkle you had in yours however, always left him feel at awe, seeing galaxies dancing in them as if you looked at him and saw a universe worth of stars that would fall and burn brightly, turning into nothing if it meant you could have even a small moment of warmth.

Sanji pulls himself in your embrace, taking your hands and kissing them both. He smiles before making your forehead touch his as he whispers the words:

“I’ll go find that dream, - both of your eyes are closed but it felt like you could see how fast your hearts were pounding in sync with each other. It was like your two souls connected with every simple touch, gaze or word. - but I want to live it through with you.”

You’re surprised upon hearing his remark. A wave of pure happiness hits you in the heart, understanding that this time, this very moment might not be the last. Perhaps…

“I’ll come and see you again. - Sanji continues, as one hand of his travels to your cheek, cupping it with his warm palm and caressing it soflty. - so i’m not saying goodbye.”

“I will wait for you.” - a simple reply from you makes the blonde ecstatic, grabbing your waist gently as he looks at you with a smile, approaching your lips.

“You better. - he smugs, brushing your lower lip with his thumb, - as for me there is no other woman in this world but you.”

With your cheeks flushed and your eyes stuck on his gaze, you grab his tie and pull him into a kiss.

Your fingertips brush off his neck as his travel around your back, pulling you closer to his embrace. There is heavy breathing between multiple kisses you’re giving him, to which he gladly reciprocates, getting more and more pulled by you almost effortlessly, like a hungry man devouring his food gracefully served, all for him and only him.

After a bit, you break the kiss softly, watching how his gaze upon you is so tender and heart-melting, completely hypnotised by you.

“A small reminder why that’s the case, love.” - you pinch his nose, as someone calls for Sanji in the distance. He notices and looks at you one last time for a while:

“That seals it.” - Sanji claims, brushing his fingers through your hair while the other holds your cheek. - Take care of yourself, alright?”

You nod, caressing his inner arm while pressing his palm against your warm cheeks, trying to register his touch in your brain so you never forget.

“You too, - now you’re both holding hands as the distance between you slowly grows, your heart takes over your mouth:

“I love you, Sanji.”

The poor man’s heart skips a beat at your confession, now making it impossible for him to move even an inch further away from you.

“Such a beautiful heart you have, - he replies, - thank you for giving it to me. I promise to take care of it whenever I am. As for me…”

A wide smile conquers your face, feeling that special warmth all over that you feel only when Sanji is around. That’s a way you know, you’ll never forget him.

“If I were to express how strongly I feel about you, it might take us decades, love.”

With that statement you chuckle, seeing Sanji walking away backwards, as if he’d miss a chance of admiring your laughter which gives him a boost:

“I love you! I love you like a crazy man! I’m in love with you!” - Sanji shouts out loud, winking and blowing kisses. He looks at you fondly before turning away and running back to the ship.

‘Please be safe’ you whisper to yourself as his figure disappears in the distance.

His back was so wide, as if he was carrying a big weight that no one could see. You got Sanji, understood him to his core which caught him off guard and was the stepping stone to your relationship. At first, he looked at you differently. Of course as he’s a bit biased toward women, but if anyone who knew Sanji would be a witness to how he looked at you, they’d be more than shocked.

Some would say he looked at you with such fondness, with a mixture of awe and adoration, never tiring at the sight of you smiling and looking at him with an honest and sincere heart which he could feel you had. Others would say he looked at you with tenderness and pride, his heart swelling every time you’d talk so passionately about life and your beliefs. When he saw you for the first time, it was as a night flower had found the moonlight, and his life was forever changed. The surroundings disappeared and so did the the past and the present as he prayed silently for his future to be you.

It never changed, up until this moment, as he runs away, a single tear falls from his eye.

‘Please, wait for me. I’ll see you again, I promise.’

Sanji whispers to himself, wiping away his tear and building up the courage to walk forward his path and his life, although a very important part of his was left here.

He’ll miss you, surely, as the flowers miss the spring and as the birds grieve their home while they fly away. For now you felt like home, a place where he could be himself were your arms and a heart that understands him would be pillow he’d rest his head drowned in dreadful thoughts. Thus, the weight of your absence was heavier than any other which he could carry.

But he’ll be back to find you and when he does, you’d be more than ready to give him a life that he deserves to live, the love that he always deserved to have. And you’ll wait patiently for him, as a dry land waits for the rain and as a lighthouse waits for a ship to safely guide it back home.

The good in goodbye?

The good thing is, lovers never say goodbye.

If true in their love they are, surely fate will make them meet again.

[bidisastersanji]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[miloonepiece]

Hi!

I like your opla works.

Can I request Sanji kissing the reader after learning they never kissed anyone? Or they had but it was a very bad experience like that person was only doing it as a joke or sucked at it? Anything you can think up 😊

Thank you for considering this request

note: let's just say, I got a bit carried away while writing this one... I hope you enjoy it.

Kissing Practice

Contents: opla!sanji x gn!reader, a bit of angst but eventual fluff, alcohol mentions, jealous!reader, and sanji being a flirt with other women, kissing + kissing, a little bit suggestive at the end but it stays pretty tame. Word Count: 1.8k

You and Sanji were always flirting, it was obvious the attraction you had for the man and it was obvious that his interest in you was more than most other women. But that didn’t mean his endless flirting with other women came to a halt just because of you, at first it didn’t bother you all that much. It was harmless flirting and banter, but when he started to show more interest your hopes were lifted that he might’ve been interested in you. Maybe it was how long you two were stuck on the ship, you were the only person who ever gladly took Sanji's flirts and gave them back.

But it was your first time as a crew back on land, deciding to spread your legs you all went to the local bar to share some drinks and have social interaction with people other than the ones you were stuck with on the ship. You sat at the bar drinking a beer and making small talk with Usopp, who had already quite a few beers. He was babbling on about something that you couldn’t quite pay attention to because your eyes were stuck on something else, Usopp took a moment and another sip of his beer before he noticed you weren’t paying him any mind and he followed your eyesight. Sanji sat at the other side of the bar with some random woman all over him, moving her hands across his arms and laughing at whatever on earth he was telling her. He was looking at her the same way he had been looking at you those flirtatious moments on the ship and with that, it all hit you in one foul swing. He didn’t like you, you were just to keep him entertained. You swallowed heavily before quickly grabbing another beer and chugging it, then asking the bartender for another.

Usopp turned to look at you immediately, his facial expression became one of a worried one. He watched as you opened the next beer and began to chug it, “Hey- Hey!” He says carefully pushing the drink away from your lips, “Chill out..” He mumbled, you looked at him for a moment and stared. You turned to look at Sanji in the girl hitting it off so well, it made you scoff at yourself for being so dumb and gullible. You squeezed your eyes shut before you placed the beer down on the counter and sighed, “Sorry…” You respond to Usopp taking a deep breath, you weren’t drunk only on your third drink. Just a bit tipsy but another drink might get you there, you didn’t want to be drunk and emotional so you told yourself you’d finish this drink and then get water. You sniffled for a moment as you stared at your beer, flinching suddenly feeling hands against your back. You turn to look at Usopp who was attempting to comfort you and rub your back gently, “He’s gonna keep doing that, maybe you should too? Yknow… If he can flirt so can you.”

You stared at Usopp for a moment, processing what he was saying to you before it fully clicked a little switch in your brain. If he can flirt with others, so can you. You told yourself a small smile coming to your lips, “You know what, you’re right.” You say, pushing yourself by the hands away from the bar. “I did see a handsome fellow earlier~” You hum, twisting your body and beginning to walk off to find the stranger that would be here to simply have some fun for the night. Your eyes scanned around the room before they finally fell upon him, he was sitting alone at a table which is perfect timing. You walked over and sat across from him, beginning to make small talk with him and attempting to flirt with him.

What you weren’t aware of was how there was a pair of ocean blue eyes staring into the back of your head, having forgotten about the woman who sat next to him.

You were hitting it off with this stranger, your elbow perched up on the table and your chin being held up by your hand. The guy began to get a little more comfortable, one of his hands reaching over and touching yours then his leg feeling up your calf. You felt yourself beginning to sweat nervously, why were you so nervous!? You were just harmlessly flirting, a little fun for the night. Then one thought flew into your mind, You’ve never even kissed someone, let alone go past that. You grew nervous that you were leading this man on that he would get you in bed, you had to think of a way to get out of this situation and fast. You listened as this stranger told stories in a way to impress you before you finally came up with an idea, You gagged and covered your mouth acting shocked in so did the man. “S’cuse me..” You mumbled from behind your hands and quickly rushed off to the bathroom.

You finally found the bathroom after struggling in a crowd and quickly locked yourself in, hoping that he hadn’t followed and you could just sit in here for maybe an hour or so then make a sneaky exit. You sighed in relief as a few minutes had passed and no knock from the sound came from the other sound, you looked at yourself in the mirror and immediately your mind began to race. Picking yourself apart from the girl that Sanji had gotten all close and personal with, why weren’t you his type? How could you be his type… You let out a shaky sigh and inhale trying to stop yourself from crying. Knock, Knock. You flinched at the sound of the door and stared in confusion, “[Name?]” A voice called from the other side and you knew who it was immediately.

Sanji.

You stared at the door in shock, why was he here? Had he seen you fake being sick? You didn’t want to see his face right now, you were kind of hoping you could’ve snuck out without any of the crew knowing and going to the ship to give into sleep earlier. You inhaled shakily and squeezed the counter gently before you found the courage to speak, “Yeah..?” You asked out, you heard him attempt the door handle. “You alright? I saw you looked like you were going to be sick.” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the words. You let go of the counter and made your way to the door, opening the door slowly and looking at him. “Yeah… Just had a few too many drinks and guess the food didn’t settle well with it.” You lied and met eyes with Sanji, God his eyes were beautiful you could stare into them for hours.

You realized you had been staring and blinked, “I’m… I’m good now though.” You respond with a soft, nod attempting to slide your way past him before you feel Sanji’s hand on your waist and push you back into the backroom shutting the door behind him. You heard the sound of the lock clicking panic bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you looked at Sanji, you inhaled a shaky breath as you looked at him. “Sanji.. are you drunk?” You whispered out, And he shook his head in response. “Only had one drink.” He whispered back, his eyes slowly traced over your face until his eyes stopped and stared at your lips.

Carefully Sanji led you to press your back against the cold counter, your hands immediately grabbing hold to support yourself as you stared at him in shock. “[Name]…” He whispered out his face so close to yours it made your skin burn and butterflies in your stomach erupt, “Can I please kiss you..?” He asked in a whispered tone as his nose gently brushed against yours, You shivered at the feeling of him so close to you. You were malfunctioning at the question and took a moment to process what he had just asked of you, you turned your head quickly which caused Sanji to let out a small gasp of disappointment.

“I’ve… never actually kissed anyone before.” You muttered out in embarrassment, your eyes glanced towards Sanji as he stared at you in shock for a moment. “You’ve.. never kissed anyone before?” He repeated your own words but as a question, his voice full of pure disbelief. You swallowed and nodded your eyes turning to look away from him again, instead suddenly finding more interest in the countertop beside you. “[Name]…” He whispered, his hand gently touching your jaw and guiding your face back to look at him. You looked at him nervously scared of what he would have to say, he chuckled at how scared you looked. “How about… I give you some private lessons?” He whispered as if the two of you weren’t locked in a bathroom alone, your breath hitched as he offered and stared at him in shock your face becoming extremely warm and you knew he noticed with the grin he had on his lips. “Oh… Okay.” You responded in a breathy tone as soon as you gave Sanji the green light his lips were attached to yours, his hand on your waist pulling you closer and his other found its way to hold the side of your neck.

His lips were oh so soft, the taste of cigarettes still lingered on his lips and you felt like you were dreaming but how gently he was kissing you. You didn’t want this moment to ever end, how his thumb moved gently against your neck and he held you so close. Your mind began to race to wonder how many other women he has kissed this softly then remembering that moments before he had been flirting with another woman, you quickly pulled away which caused him to stare at you in shock. “What… what about the lady you were with?” You asked out trying to catch your breath and watched as his eyebrows furrowed, “What about her?” He asked you. “You just… left her.” You glanced at the door before his hand redirected your face again. “Yeah, I did, for you.” He says, staring at you with a serious yet soft expression.

“Cause I like you [Name].” He whispered and those words sent shivers down your spine, your mind running on auto as you attach your lips back to his and kiss him. He carefully moved away, “Gentle.” He says you nodded as he told you before kissing him more gently which he responds with a pleased hum. You two would stay in the bathroom sharing simple kisses for a few minutes for the sound of a knock interrupted, the two of you turning into a blushing mess and quickly making your way out of the bathroom and back into the club. Make your way back to sit with the crew and share soft glances before everyone finally decides to leave, but you’ll be needing more of those ‘private lessons’ sometime soon.

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Okay so I have another cute zoro idea so hear me out reader has a crush on zoro but doesn’t think they are his type because their strength lies in more smarts rather then physical strength like let’s say they have a devil fruit power the allows them to avoid fights like maybe they can’t physically be hit because the can pass through any solid object so they never really focused on physical strength but since zoro is so obsessed with getting stronger they think oh he likes strong people aka people not like me little does reader know!! Also I LOVED THE OTHER REQUEST YOU WROTE FOR ME!!!!

Ghosted: Zoro x Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Zoro , a bit of Sanji , Reader's sister.

Info: Reader ate the Ghost - Ghost Fruit. This gives the user the ability to levitate and phase through objects. They can speak to the dead as well , and sometimes even absorb their power. The reader was imagined with a sister.

A / N: IM GLAD TOU LIKED IT ! I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE AS WELL !! If you want a part 2 , lmk <33

You and Zoro had a strange dynamic. You were seen as best friends , but there always seemed to be something deeper down that nobody could put a finger on. You both were strong , but you never fought. You hated combat , but he didn't. You both seemed to be opposites , and still. You both were close.

You were more of a utility than a fighter. You would help with defense , strategy , and escape. You were the Strategist of the Strawhat Pirates , after all. People were unable to hit you , haki or not. To the crew , you were the brain and he was the brawn.

You both were almost never seen without one another , so one was bound to fall for the other. That just so happened to be you. You fell , and hard for that matter. You were infatuated with him , which everyone but him noticed.

However , you never tried to pursue him. In your eyes , he was strong as hell. He needed someone as strong as him , someone willing to fight. Someone who wouldn't drown the second they hit water , someone who could wield a sword as skillfully as him. You hated fights but he enjoyed them , so why would he like you ? That's what you told yourself.

He was strong and enjoyed being around people as strong as himself. It made you wonder , why did he hang around you ? You weren't strong. You hated combat. You were just a strategist , not a combat specialist. Because of this thought process , you never made an attempt to court him.

You usually talked about your issues with some souls that rested in your room. One of them being the soul of your past on sibling. On this day , you were ranting to her about how you felt.

"SisterName , he's strong. He loves a challenge ! He's one of the monster trio , and I'm not. I'm a strategist , Sistername. Why would he want someone as weak as me ?" Your face deflated as you fell into your bed. The color haired woman stood beside your bed and sighed.

"You know that's not true , Reader. Why would he be around you if he only liked strong people ?" She smiled softly and sat on the edge of your bed. Though she was there , no pressure was felt on your mattress. Not even a wrinkle was left in the place she resided in.

You groaned loudly and phased through your bed so that you were now resting on the ground below it. You whined , loud enough for her to hear. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're strong , Reader. You're strong in your own way. Don't forget that." She stood up from her place and sat down in front of where she once was. "Strength doesn't only lie within combat." She continued , laying on the ground to see you.

You sighed again and turned towards your sister. Your eyes met her glossed over white ones. You smiled gently and crawled out from under your bed. "Thank you , SisterName." You would've hugged her if you were able to touch her. You sat in front of her and watched as she nodded her head.

"Go talk to him , Reader. For now , I've got somewhere else to be. I'll be back. Love you , Reader. You know I'll always be here for you if you need anything." Her transparent hand patted your head , though you couldn't feel it. "Love you too , SisterName. Have fun." You watched as her ghostly form disappeared.

You took a deep breath and took a step outside of your dark room. You closed the door and started your long walk to the deck , thinking of the things your sister said to you as your feet slapped against the hard planks of the ground.

After what seems to be like forever , you reached the deck. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find the green haired swordsman , only to be met with nothing. "Mosshead is in the crows nest." You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw a tuff of blonde hair. Sanji. You smiled kindly at the chef and nodded your head. "Thank you , Sanji." As the words left your lips , you began your walk to where Zoro was training.

Technically , you could've just floated up there and phased through the wall but you had some things to think about. What were you going to say ? How would you address your thoughts ? You were anxious , riddled with worry even. You took a deep breath as you approached the wooden door. You knocked twice then phased through the door.

The man in question was currently squatting with a weight that was half the size of the room. You knew he was strong , but DAMN. You stared at it , bewildered. Remembering what you came in for , you shook your head. "Oh. Hey , Reader." He spoke calmly , putting his weight down. It seems he just finished one of his sets.

He picked up a towel , throwing it around his neck as he picked up the bottle of water he brought with him. "Hey , Zoro. I have something to talk to you about." You spoke , a serious tone laced within your words. Zoro raised an eyebrow as he continued chugging his water. He leaned against the wall and placed his , now empty , water bottle on the ground. "Spit it out , Ghosty."

Your heart swelled a bit at the nickname , but you chose to ignore it for a bit. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms. "I'm . . I'm . . Iminlovewithyoubutiknowyoulikestrongpeoplesoiknowyouwontlikemeback." You spoke quickly , powers reacting to your anxiety. As you rambled and hid your reddening face , your body lifted from the ground and began to float around the room.

Zoro stared for a moment and laughed. "What ? Gonna need you to repeat that." You uncovered your face and gently placed yourself in front of him. "I'm in love with . . You . . But , uhm. I know you . . . Like strong people , so you don't have to say anything back." Your eyes closed tightly as you awaited his response , expecting harsh words to leave his lips. However , they didn't.

"As much as I like to fight , I don't JUST like strong people. You're tough , Reader. You can handle your own and I . . . love that about . . Uhm , you." His face was now reddening as he looked away from your color colored eyes. Your face lit up more and you turned your head.

"Just be honest , Zoro . . How do you feel about me ?" You spoke , a hint of sadness lacing your voice. His eyes turned to your form and softened. He sighed and sat on the ground.

"Fuck. I don't know how to express any feelings for you. But shit , Reader. You make my heart do weird things and -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "What I want to say is , I feel . . The same way." The last bit was spoken quietly , but you heard it. Your eyes lightened up as you ran up to him.

You threw your smaller arms around his muscular frame and smiled. "I'm glad , Zoro. Let's try not to keep things a secret again , especially feelings." You kissed his cheek and floated away from him.

He laughed and smirked at your words. "Deal."

[bluegalaxygirl]

First Bath togeather (Zosan X reader)

Zoro x Sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, SFW and Reader is GN. Honestly started crying while writing this thats why it took me a whole days to make it.

Warning: past domestic abuse, descriptive scars, fluff, making out, Nudity but its sfw, a bit of Body worship

Plot: Inspired by Night routine. After being togeather for a long time the boys have never taken a bath or a shower with you. You work up the courage to join them but try to hid the scars of your past.

It's late at night when Zoro and Sanji walk into your shared room seeing you on the bed still in your day wear reading a book. "Hay love, were going to get a bath, want to join us?" Sanji asks while Zoro grabs the towels and cloths. You look up from your book the offer so tempting, about to respond yes you remember your back, the only part of your body you hate. "Sorry boys i'll take one later" you say seeing Sanji's face fall into a sad frown but he doesn't push it, both are really respectful towards you. No means No, thats been clear from day one. "Well, we'll see you later than" Zoro says placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. Sanji does the same lingering a bit longer, a way of showing that he isn't upset with you even though he's sad about you not joining them.

You were just about to go back to reading but as the boys leave Robin enters saying hi to the boys as they leave. Normally she wouldn't enter without knocking but she had her serious face on, one you didn't see often and it scared you a little. "Urm... Hi Robin" you manage to get out as he sits at the end of the large bed "I though you said you were gonna join them this time?" A smile finally appearing on the woman's face making you relax a little. She's the only one you've told about your past and your scars, she's a great listener and advice giver. "I know. I just.... dont want them to see" placing the book on the night stand you sit on the edge of the bed next to her looking down at your feet. She places a hand on your back over one of your many scars under your shirt rubbing it lightly "They love you very much. these scars aren't going to change that" Robin's voice is sweet sounding almost like sprinkled sugar. Your eyes meet with hers, somehow you regain your courage and nod at her grabbing your towel and pj's.

You get changed out of your day cloths in the changing room next to the bathroom, accidentally catching a peek at your back in the long mirror, the sight catches you off guard. You always try to avoid the sight of your back but you never forgot what it looked like. Long, think, jagged, raised scars stretch across your back crisscrossing in some areas. The memory's with it cause you more pain than anything, memories you try so hard to forget and yet they linger. Your mother hated you always calling you "That Demon child", she didn't always hate you but something in her snapped one day, it started with hurtful words then being deprived of essential things and lastly when she was really mad at you ,getting her whip out and hitting you over and over again. Ignoring your screams for her to stop and the apologies you'd spurt out but not really knowing what to be sorry about. she made sure to only hurt your back,No one but her would be able to see it so she would't get in trouble by other family or friends. You believed all the things she said about you, you hated very part of yourself and thought that it was normal for her to hurt you. It was only when she kicked you out the house at age 10 that you started to learn what life was really like. The trauma stayed with you but you found self worth, you weren't weak or useless, you were strong, brave, kind and found love.

You wrapped a towel around you heading to the bathroom, hearing the sound of running water and laughter from the two boys. Your body stopped you just before entering the room, second thoughts flew through your mind all you could think of was what they would say. Zoro the worrier, the man who deliberately took a slash to chest as not to scar his back "scars on the back are a swords mans shame" You weren't a swords man but that didn't stop you form thinking that he would think less of you. Sanji the cook with amazing hands always admired your skin. He'd constantly complement it, the softness of your hands, cheek or legs. He says he loves every inch of you but would be really love the jagged rough scars on your back. You were about to turn tail and run when you heard a voice from the bathroom.

"Oi, who's their? Stop being a Perv and show yourself" Zoro's voice came from the bathroom, you can hear the tension in his voice. You take a breath and step out holding the long towel wrapped around you in a strong grip. "Y/N" Sanji yells from his place in the bath outstretching his arms to you "You can be a pervert all you want my Love" You laugh at the comment, the feeling of dread being push away. "Finally decided to join us?" Zoro asks beckoning for you to come over with one finger. They both looked so handsome in the steaming water. Zoro's back against the large bath looking back at you, his arms stretched out and a small towel on his head, his smile almost cocky as he flexes his index finger into his hand. Sanji kneeling in the bath the water just covering his waist, his thin yet chiseled chest on displace. his hair was wet, it sticking to his face shaping it perfectly, they took your breath away.

"My love. i know were both amazing to look at but id rather you admire us up close" Sanji's voice snapped you out of it a dark red blush forming on your face. Both boys had a large smile on their faces liking the way you looked at them "Sorry" you stiffen a little walking closer to the bath. Zoro held his hands up for you to take helping you step into the bath. The water warm and soothing to the touch, your feet where just in when Sanji took your hips it made you flinch and both boys noticed, a short of shocked look formed on their faces. "Im sorry my love did i do something wrong?" he asks taking his hands off your hips. You didn't mean to flinch, they were always so kind to you, never crossing any boundaries you set, their touch was something you love, never mean or hateful just full of love. You placed your hand on Sanji's shoulder reassuring him "No not at all... im just a little... nervous is all. Could you both not look please" The cook seems to relax at your words doing as he's told and turning his back to you, as much as he wants to look to see all of you he knows its best not to. he wants you to trust him knowing at some point he will see you just only when your ready. Zoro has no problem turning his back to you, he's confused as to why your so against them seeing you though, your always so confident in your self and take great care of your body so why hide it form them.

You take your towel off and place it on the side sitting down in the water, the warmth feels so nice on your skin washing away all of the days stress. You slide further down into the bath till the water is up to your collar bones, you would go lower but you'd be in a very uncomfortable position "Ok" you say after composing yourself. Zoro turns and moves over next to you placing his arm around you kissing your cheek, you lean in feeling more relaxed now the worst part is over. Sanji joins sitting next to you and lays his head on your exposed shoulder "there's no need to be nervous. We're not gonna do anything" Zoro states wondering if thats whats causing you to worry. you smile up at him and nod "I know. you both are really sweet" your hands reach out of the water to place a hand each on their cheeks rubbing your wet thumb over their cheek. Sanji takes your hand and kisses your palm humming slightly at your touch "So soft" he whispers into you hand, it sends shivers down your spine, he touches you with such gentle hands it makes you swoon over him.

After a little while of relaxing with them and feeling more comfortable Zoro grabs the soap and starts washing his arms while sanji takes his body wash and offers it to you. "Thank you" you wash your arms and face, lifting your legs out the water to wash them only for Zoro to take your leg in his hands "let me" he sates taking the soap and running it over your wet leg and foot. your transfixed by this you heart almost pounding out your chest. "Want me to get your back?" Sanji says placing a hand under the water and onto your lower back touching on of your many scars. You jolt away almost kicking Zoro in the face in the process "NO" The sudden change in you shocked the boys. if you weren't comfortable with something you would just tell them so but you've never yelled or acted out almost hitting them. Unfortunately your fight or flight response kicks in and this time your body chose flight. You stand up quickly about to grab your towel and run when Sanji's hands grab your arms and pull you into him. The two of you standing in the bath as he held you close to his chest one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. "Shhhhhh, its ok." he soothes you lightly stroking your hair. he felt the scars, he knew thats what you didn't want them to see and even though he didn't even get a look at them he knew he would never hate them.

Zoro rose form where he was rubbing water and soap off his face glad that you misses his face with your kick. "Its hideous... please... don't hate me" your voice shaky, uneven breaths and a pounding heart threatening to tare you apart. A hand slides up your back Zoro taking in your scars, he's seen these types of scars before anger builds up in his body wanting to know who did this to you and where they are now but it was Sanji who brought him back running his hand up your back to meet the sword mans. They looked at each other realizing what was important now was you, not who did this. You flinch when a pair of lips place a kiss on one of of your scars, the worst one in between your shoulder blades travailing from one to the other in a diagonal motion. Taking your face out of sanji's chest you look behind you to see Zoro, his hands travailing up and down your waist while laying kisses across every scar you have. The tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks "Why?" you let out not understanding some one showing such kindness to a horrible sight. Sanji takes his hand off your back and places it under your chin making you face him "Its a part of you. How can we not love it" your hand moved up to cover your mouth trying to stop the sobs from coming out but failing miserably.

Relief washed over your body, they didn't hate you, they didn't think your were ugly or weak, they didn't think less of you and it filled your heart with such happiness. Zoro finished kissing every scar making his way up your spine to the back of your neck "Your amazing baby" his words full of love "He's right you are amazing" Sanji followed up his hand reaching behind your back to run his fingers down your spin. "No more tears baby." Zoro says rubbing away the tears that rolled down your cheek, "Im sorry" You bit your lower lip composing yourself managing to stop the tears. "sit down love" Sanji helps sit you down in the water leaning your back against the bath again, a question still ran through your head though, looking at the two boys as they sit next to you, one on either side. "I dont get it. Why dont you hate them?" you asked wanting an answer. "Why would we hate them? We all have some kind of scar" Zoro notes pointing to his eye then chest. "I know that but scars on the back are a shame" you look up at Zoro, he couldn't believe you remembered that form all those years ago before he can respond you turn to face Sanji "Their rough not soft like the rest of my skin that you praise." Sanji looks down slightly and takes your hand not knowing what to say. he knows complementing your scars isn't a good thing right now. He tries to think of a way to convince you that their not ugly.

A silence fills the room, you thought maybe you shouldn't have said anything until Zoro moved closer pressing his lips onto yours, it was sudden and rough but you loved it leaning in as he places a hand against your neck deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth, a soft moan left his mouth before pulling away "You are no shame. Your strong and no old scars are gonna take that away form you." he states before looking up at Sanji who had a loving smile on his face "isn't that right, Sanji" he asks giving the cook a small smile. Sanji move you so your back is pressed up against his chest and wrapping his arms around you hugging your torso. Zoro moving closer almost over you your noses almost touching as he looks into you eyes "He's right Mi amor. Your ours and we will never let anyone touch you like that again, although im sure you can kick their ass better than we can" you can feel the smirk on his lips against your neck. You are loved, all of you is loved, your strong, brave and kind. They only helped reassure you of that fact, you were a god/goddess in their eyes and you saw them the same way.

hope you enjoyed. I loved writing this and like i said before yes i cried. writing down words that i wish were said to me made me more passionate about this. I hope you all know that no matter what you look like your all beautiful and strong. Thank you for all the love so far.

[anemptypuddingcup]

Hello 😊 pov: reader is reading on Sunny's gym at a time of the day/night when she thinks she's completely alone because no one would dream of making the trip up there, when she find a hole in her dress/shirt. Since she is alone, lazy to go down in the bedrooms or in the bathroom, and don't think anyone would come, she decide to sew the hole real quick and take off the dress to sew it better. But obviously when she is nearly done someone come and see her in bra and pants. What is the reaction of the strawhats male crews? I don't remember if you do headcanons with multiple characters or just drabble with one of them but i thought this scene was fun to think about even if the headcanon is just fluffy

By the way i love your writings, expecially the Usopp's ones since is my favourite character 😁 have a nice day 😊

Oooh! I love that idea! And yes I do headcanons love so don’t worry about that! Sorry I only did four too, this is really my first time writing headcanons (also I’m happy you liked the Usopp writing!)

Strawhat crew (men) walking in on Reader half-naked in the Sunny’s gym.

Luffy.

❤️Let’s be real here- Luffy doesn’t necessarily care. He’ll walk in and act like not shit is going on.

❤️I imagine he came into the gym because he was going to work out with Zoro, i personally think it’s a plus if Luffy doesn’t give a fuck and doesn’t overreact.

❤️”Oh! Wassup ________!? Ima just go over there if ya don’ mind.”

❤️Jesus he just…doesn’t read the atmosphere sometimes.

❤️And I love his precious ass for it. (I love luffyyyy)

Zoro.

💚Oh he’s gonna be startled as hell. He’ll wonder why the hell you’re even in the gym without a top on. Not that it wasn’t normal but you’re in your bra, not a workout top or anything like that.

💚He’s not even paying attention to you trying to sew up your dress.

💚He was so excited to work out today, yet seeing your ass with no shirt on completely ruined his mood to workout due to him being flustered.

💚”O-OI WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL!?”

💚“Z-ZORO PLEASE, I PROMISE IT AIN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-“

💚“PUT A DAMN SHIRT ON PLEASE WOMAN!”

💚He’ll be so flustered because he’s never necessarily seen you without a top before.

💚A very flustered marimo quickly leaves the gym.

Sanji.

💙Sanji came to the gym expecting to see a dumb marimo and tell him that lunch was ready. Instead he gets hit with a pretty lady without a top sitting on the bench, sewing up her dress.

💙Of course, it’s natural for Sanji to overreact with blood just gushing from his damn nose like a geyser.

💙”_-________-SWANNN! O-OH AM I DREAMING O-OR ARE YOU IN YOUR PRETTY BRA!?”

💙”S-SANJI!-“

💙Yeah…Sanji’s gonna end up rushing to you instead of running away and you’ll have to urge him to leave you alone.

Usopp.

🧡Usopp’s gonna be flustered just like Zoro. He didn’t expect to walk in on a woman topless.

🧡On instinct, he’ll immediately cover his eyes and start screaming, surprised and startled that he may have seen something he didn’t (or probably did) want to see.

🧡”A-AHHH! WHY’RE YOU HALF N-NAKED IN THE G-GYM!”

🧡”U-USOPP, I-I PROMISE THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING! I-I’M TRYING TO SEW M-MY-”

🧡“N-NO, YOU’RE T-TRYING TO TRICK ME! I-I WON’T LET YOU!”

🧡Usopp would overreact the very most knowing his overdramatic ass.

[usoppsnutsandblots]

Hi everyone ! This is only like my second time writing so bear with me.. I don’t see much Usopp appreciation on here so I figured I’d just write about him. Enjoy ! (๑>◡<๑)

Requests, Reblongs and Likes are appreciated <3

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EAVESDROPPER

OPLA!Usopp x Artist!Reader

summary: As you vent to Nami about your feelings of Usopp, the devil himself intrudes in overhearing everything you’ve just talked about.

Takes place whenever they still had the Going Merry? (I’m only on ep98 ok.)

Warnings: Nothing really, Slight angst to fluff, sfw, not proofread, also ik Kaya ain’t like this I love her just gotta do it for the story babes

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“I just don’t know what else to do Nami.” You sighed to her, you were both sitting in the kitchen drinking whatever new cocktail Sanji had made up for the both of you. “I don’t think he likes me that way, I mean I’m pretty sure he’s hooked on Kaya the way they kissed before he joined us.” You said, mentally cringing at the memory.

“Come on y/n! That was like what, a year ago? I’m pretty sure they don’t even talk.” Nami exclaimed as she rubbed your arm as a way of letting you know she was there for you. You know they still talk though, you’ve seen him hunched over his desk (if he has one in his room..?), writing letters to her. Your heart broke even more seeing the excited look on his face when he got a letter back from her.

You and Usopp were fairly close, spending the day together from sunrise to sunset daily. You’d give feedback on his newest creations and he’d give advice on your fighting skills, or your drawings you’d draw of the new islands you visited or just your crew. You’d never admit it but your sketchbook was mostly full of him, some he knew about and happily posed for while other ones you’d do in your free time as everyone was chilling together on the Going Merry. Shortly after he joined the crew you noticed your development in feelings for him and tried to ignore them, but ultimately gave in.

“Y/N!” Nami exclaimed, realizing you had zoned out while you two were talking. “God, you’re actually day-dreaming of him?” She shivered dramatically while you rolled your eyes at her. Nami looked at you and sighed as you laid your head against her shoulder, finishing your drink. “I just- I like him so much Nami and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling him while he’s got his eyes on another woman.. I’ve been somewhat distancing myself from him to try to loose those feelings but it’s just making me abt him more.” You sniffled, feeling your emotions getting the best of you.

“Oh y/n..” Nami gasped slightly, taking you into her arms as you felt tears invading your lashline. “Look, if he doesn’t realize how stupid he is to have you it’s his loss! I’m sure he-“ Nami ranted before getting cut off by a familiar someone falling face first through the kitchen door. You gasped as you saw Usopp groan as he got up. “Uh.. hi?” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you.. hear everything?” You asked, standing up now from your seat. “I- maybe? But it’s okay! I actually, wait y/n!” Usopp yelled after you as you speed walked out of the kitchen, running towards you and Nami’s shared room past everybody else as quickly as you could. Your heart was beating fast as you locked the door behind you, sliding down it as you finally let everything out.

“You idiot!” Nami yelled at Usopp, hitting behind his head as he groaned rubbing it.

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It was now hours later, you were curled up in your bed refusing to come out of your room no matter who knocked or begged for you to come out. It was now a bit past dinner time, you sighed and sat up on your bed. You then got up and decided you could go up to the deck for some fresh air as everyone would be retreating to their rooms for the night. You quickly walked up the stairs and leaned against the railing, letting out a big sigh.

“y/n?” You heard a familiar voice ask, growing the ache in your heart bigger. It was Usopp, you didn’t say anything or move but he did. He stood beside you leaning on the rail aswell, glancing at you awkwardly.

“I- god I don’t know how to do this stuff.. y/n I-“ Usopp stuttered out before you cut him off. “It’s okay, Usopp. I know you and Kaya love each other. Please don’t let what you heard in the kitchen ruin our friendship. I just-“ you sighed out before it was Usopp turn to cut you off with a kiss, your eyes wide with shock before closing them and melting into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer before pulling away for a breather.

“y/n, I love you. Kaya and me aren’t a thing, it was just one kiss honestly. We tried to make it work with writing letter back and forth but one day she told me she fell in love with another kid from our village, and I was okay with that honestly. Because I want you. You make me feel so nervous and happy and- just everything. I like you so much y/n, I want you as my girlfriend, not her. I’m not very good at this yet but I promise I’ll try for you and protect you, as the great captain Usopp!” He told you, smiling.

You looked back at him in shock, processing everything before giving him another quick peck on the lips.

“Of course, God Usopp.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Also sorry it’s kinda short.. please give me any advice and I’m looking for mutuals, so please ask if you’d like to be! I’ll also take any requests.

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Bonus pic of the sillies (≧∀≦)

[sanjisblackasswife]

“Birthday Sex” Zoro x Chubby!Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

Happy Birthday, Booty Hunter Zoro <3

Bad Summary: Zoro doesn’t celebrate his birthday and today you wanted to give him one of many gifts by massaging his entire body

CW: Sensual Massaging, Vaginal Sex, Slight Sub Zoro, but Becomes Dom Again, Oral Sex, Mentions of Pregnancy. Overstimulation, Fluff,

“I want to sleep, that’s all I wanted for my birthday, woman.”

“I do not accept that.”

“What do you mean you don’t accept it?!”

You and Zoro were in your room resting after the first out of three day celebration for Zoro’s birthday. When you told him the surprising news he was a bit grumpy all day but you knew Sake would cheer him up so you had a little gift for him.

“It’s your birthday.”

“I don’t give a fuck I don’t want to celebrate it.”

“Fine…I guess you don’t want my gift.”

You pretended to pout, getting up from your bed and reaching under it, Zoro’s eyes were rested until he heard the clashing of bottles being swung around.

“What is that…” Zoro sat up alerted and curious making you smirk.

“Oh nothing. Just some special Sake I got from an island a long time ago..I was saving it for your birthday but since you don’t celebrate—“

“Give me the bottles.”

“No you ass you said you don’t wanna celebrate imma toss them or give ‘em to Sanji—“

“NO!” He damn near shrieked which caused you to laugh a little, but he cleared his throat and tried to lay back down putting his arms behind his head, “It’s fine we can keep celebrating…just give me my gift.”

“Aww Zoro…” You walked back over to the bed, he had a small smirk seeing the 12 different bottles of drinks he couldn’t wait to try but you swung it away from him. “I wanna give you another gift first.”

“What?”

“I wanna give you a massage.”

Zoro furrowed his brows at you, he loves you. He really does.

But sometimes you’re very sneaky and he just cannot trust you especially with that little glint in your eye.

“…why.”

“Ugh you ask too many questions—here. Now take off your clothes I’ll be back.” You handed him one of the bottles from the 12 and put the rest on your desk by the door before heading out for a moment, “DO NOT DRINK ANYMORE!”

Zoro pouted sitting back with his bottle, he opened it and took a large swig and the taste was amazing, he knew he had to pace himself because he couldn’t get another but the flavor was nothing like any other sake he has drunk.

You on the other hand went into the bathroom to grab some items for his “massage”. You began to mentally giggle because you’ve been planning to give him one for a long time, but there was never enough time on the boy to do so, but now that the boat is docked, everybody is long gone to sleep it was as better as time as any.

When you came back Zoro was half clothed still sucking on the bottle like he was a baby and you sighed. You helped him out of the rest of his clothes and placed a towel on your bed and a smaller towel over his fat butt as he laid on his stomach.

“So You’re still ganna Drink as i give you a massage…”

“What do you want from me woman I’m doing exactly what you said I didn’t drink anymore sake and I’m naked.”

“Fine, Birthday Boy…”

You gazed at Zoro’s muscular back for a moment and bit your lip. You tend to forget how built your boyfriend is and it made your face blush. You shook your head from any nasty thoughts, but almost as if Zoro could read them he stopped drinking and looked back at you.

“Stop being a pervert and get to massaging, woman.”

“Shut up nobody lookin at yo ass.”

“So you were looking at my butt—“

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT—“

You got closer beside him and worked your now oiled hands on his neck and shoulders, Zoro flinched for a moment feeling a bit exposed right now, but the pressure you spoiled on his sore body worked it’s magic because it only took a few minutes until he was putty in your hands.

“You like it?” You coo’ed at him seeing how relaxed he was still holding on to that bottle for dear life as you work your way down his back.

“Keep going.”

You must have hit a small knot in his lower back because a small groaned erupted from the back of Zoro’s throat, you smiled with some pride knowing your big boy was feeling good.

“Okay, turn on your back for me please.”

“No.”

“What?”

Zoro sat up a little on his elbows, his face was irritated again and he his cheeks were blushed.

“I can’t turn around….”

“Why I just wanna massage y—“

“I’m hard.”

Your head jumped back by default, and you held in your lips looking down.

“You …well I don’t mean to sound cocky or nothing but my hands are pretty—“

“Shut up.” He slammed his face back in the pillow. “Why we’re you even massaging my legs like that?! Was this your plan all along?!”

“Firts of all, jackass I was touching your legs for a second! And secondly…lemme see.”

“No.”

“Common please!….i can help you out with that.”

“See I fucking knew it was your plan all along your pervert !”

“Okay listen here—you can call me a pervert all you want or do you want me to help get rid of that hard on you got.” You squatted to be eye to eye and in all honesty Zoro wasn’t innocent in any of this. He was already turned on from your subtle touches, and now that you’re in his face with a mischievous smirk behind your words.

He sucked his teeth and rolled on his back, he seen your eyes not look away from his lower body and he throws off the small towel barely covering anything anyways. His cock was free and leaking a little of pre cum, you’ve seen it many times but the size of it always shocked you.

“How the hell do you fight with that thing.”

“Shut up.” He fought back laughing at your reaction, you blinked up at him finally closing your mouth and you took off your dress, “Fuck, I knew you didn’t wear a bra today.”

He reached towards your breast and squeezed it, rolling his thumb and index on your areola, you held in a whimper since he caught you off guard, Zoro noticed so he bit his lip and pulled you close—

“Wh-what—ah Zoro!” You whined feeling his lips latch around your nipple, you had an initial plan to give him a happy ending, but it turned out to be a bit of a challenge when he began to suck on your tit. His eyes were closed flicking his tongue around knowing you’re so sensitive “Mmm—Zoro…”

“Feels good huh—“

“Shut up!” You slapped his firm grip off of you, “I’m supposed to make you feel good!”

“Then do it.”

You reach over him to grab more oil and feel a slap to your butt, scoffing and ignoring his lewd comments about how fat your ass is you rub the oil back on your hands and grab his shaft. It twitched in your hand as you stroked it at a slow pace.

“Don’t fucking tease me, now. Either stroke it right or shove it in your mouth—-AH FUCK!”

“Whatever you say, Zo..” Your mouth now muffled sliding his tip and some inches of shaft in your mouth, you ignored the terrible taste of the oil that managed to touch your tongue and kept mixing it with your saliva and spit while switching from sucking to stroking.

Zoro began to grit his teeth slightly squirming under you and it gave you satisfaction in your mind. He looked so good huffing and puffing trying not to cum too soon, but he could never hold it in for too long, you just were too damn good to him.

“Fuck!” Zoro exhaled staring down at you clean him up with your tongue, “Dirty slut.”

“And what about it?” You cocked your head to the side and pulled down your panties, Zoro licked his lips seeing your already wet from just sucking his dick before you got on top to straddle him. “Think you can handle me on top tonight, big boy?”

“Don’t get so fucking cocky I still can fuck y—AH!”

You clenched down on him as you let him inside you, you hummed through your teeth bitting down on your lower lip at the delicious stretch he gave you. You felt him get hard again, his bottom vein pulsating making you rock back and fourth laying your hands on his wet chest.

“You feel so good, Zo…” Your Voice had a tinge of teasing behind it, he knew you couldn’t be running the show for long so he grabbed you close to kiss you. He tasted himself in your mouth making him do a low growl and thrust up into you.

He was cursing under his breath picking up the pace, his balls now slapping under your ass made your toes began to curl crying out his name in his mouth. Zoro took the opportunity to grab your ass with both hands and squeeze it not losing his rhythm in the way he was dragging his cock in and out of you. You squeezed down on his tip every time he lowered his hips making him slam back inside you greedily.

The mixture of oil, spit, and cum all inside you making your extra wetter than Zoro could handle he felt his stomach knot, he latched his lips on one of your breast and brought one hand down to rub messy curled on your clit.

You began to feel the knot too nearly hollering out. Zoro always loved how louder and high pitched your voice got when you were close to cuming so he kept the same pace.

You were so close to curled into his neck biting his shoulder as you felt yourself cuming.

“I’m—! Im—!”

“Let go for me don’t hold it in, baby—“

His lips dragging against your mouth hearing every praise and groan made you clench down on him as you came. He wasn’t far behind you not stopping, making your eyes swell in tears from the overstimulation riding you right into another orgasm.

“Zo! Too—too much!” You cried for him to stop but your body kept him locked in, arms around his neck and legs trying to wrap around his waist , Zoro sat up and laid you on your back holding your lower body close against his hips with a firm grip on your ass.

“A little more!” He moaned in your ear, breath shaky and sweat not stopping, it was a burning hot sensation of the painful feel of being fucking through another blissful orgasm you screamed his name in pleasure letting him fill you up with his cum as if it’s his intent to get your pregnant.

As you both caught your breaths Zoro laid on top of you for a while, you rubbed his scalp, as a small apology for gripping it so hard moments prior and he gave you light peppers on your sweaty neck.

It was peaceful silence, he got up from you and threw a sheet on your lower body kissing your forehead,

“What are you Doing im not done cuddling, sir!” You followed his figure with your eyes and seen him grab another Sake bottle and swig half of it down and sigh with that same stupid smile he always does when he drinks.

“Scoot.” He motioned you to move and sat back on the bed as he drank, opening his arms so you can lay on top of him he hums and trace the stretch marks on your body with content.

“So I assume you liked your gift?”

“Oh yeah your pussy felt amazing—“

“I MEAN THE SAKE YOU DICKHEAD!”

“Oh yeah this shit is great, thank you, Y/N.”

“Anything for you—let me get a swig.”

He playfully grumbled and held it for you to drink, you grimaced a bit at that particular flavor.

“Ugh i don’t Like that one.”

“Good More for me.” He kissed your forehead before taking another sip.

Zoro wouldn’t admit it but he really appreciated the work you did on making sure his birthday was a great one.