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rubber band of dooooom

[anotherfcknhasansimp]

this is my main for

@anotherfcknschlattsimp

DMS ALWAYS OPEN I LOVE MEETING PEOPLE

MDNI I WILL TAR AND FEATHER YOU

[anotherfcknhasansimp]

realized i can just,,, rewrite my previous fanfics for one piece........... hmmmmmmmmmm much to think about

[softhandz]

portgas d ace x afab!reader, 18+ mdni, implied infidelity

ace who can’t stop thinking about his younger brother’s girlfriend

and of course he’s happy that luffy’s found someone that makes him happy, but there’s just something about you that he can’t get out of his head

but every time he saw you laugh, every time your strength showed in the way you moved, every bit of your kindness that warmed the whole crew, something inside him twisted tighter. and that bikini… the way the fabric barely clung to your curves while you stretched out beside Nami on the sun-warmed deck, skin glowing, legs parted just enough to make his mind race.

his fist pumped harder, slick with pre-cum, hips jerking up into his grip. he pictured you spread on his bed instead of the deck chair, thighs trembling as he worked two thick fingers deep inside you. he’d curl them just right, dragging over that spot until your first orgasm hit, then keep going, scissoring and stretching until you came again, dripping down his wrist.

he imagined dropping lower, tongue dragging flat and slow over your soaked pussy, lips sealing around your clit to suck while his fingers stayed buried. the way you’d clench and flutter around them would make him groan against your skin. then he’d flip you on top, watching your face as you sank down inch by inch, struggling to take every thick inch of him. when you finally bottomed out you’d smile at him—that same bright smile—and lean in for a kiss, soft and sweet even while your walls squeezed him like a vice.

he’d sit up, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hands gripped your hips and thrust up into you. every pull of his lips would make you clench tighter, your moans turning into broken little gasps of his name. he’d fuck you through it, pace growing rougher, until your nails raked down his chest and shoulders, leaving red lines he’d wear like trophies.

ace’s hand clamped over his mouth as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum painting his abs and knuckles. he lay there panting, the fantasy still burning behind his eyes.

outside his door, a shadow shifted—your silhouette lingering for one more heartbeat before slipping away, leaving only the quiet creak of the ship and the echo of what he’d just done.

a/n: sigh this has been on my mind for a few days, so lemme start you guys (and tumblr) with an appetizer before i post later today!

feel free to send in your little drabbles/smutty thoughts, no promises on if/when i’ll get to it tho!

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[killeraide]

Masterlist!!

Here is my Masterlist!! So far everything is One Piece and also smut so minors do not interact plz and thank you

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

The Treatment

Showing You A Good Time

The Role of a Trip Sitter

Zoro:

Getting Even

Sanji:

By All Means (feat. Eustass Kid)

Eustass Kid:

By All Means (feat. Sanji)

Portgas D. Ace:

A Gambling Man (~new~)

[killeraide]

A Gambling Man

I’ve been WAITING to write an Ace fic!! It took me awhile but was so fun to write. I fear I kinda cooked with this one >:) you enjoy now

Pairing: Ace x FemaleWhitebeardNurse!reader

Summary: Ace overhears you discussing your interesting opinions about him, and decides to take a gamble if they’re true or not

CW: Frenemies to lovers, alcohol use, questionable consent from reader (at first), semi-public sex, exhibitionism (kinda), humiliation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

WC: 3.6k

*** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ***

It was late. Much too late for you to still be awake, drunk gossiping with Whitey Bay at the nearest island’s local dive bar. But here you were, drunk out of your mind, gabbing about who-knows-what while the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates start to turn in for the night, one-by-one. It wasn’t often you got to chat with other women, besides the few other nurses on the ship, so this was a special occasion, and you two had been at it for hours catching up. She explained what it’s like captaining her own ship, and you told her about the adventures you had as a nurse with Whitebeard’s primary crew. As much as you refused to admit it, she was a much heavier drinker than you, despite your efforts to keep up. Every drink you bought each other resulted in fuzzier thoughts and increased dizziness, but also fewer inhibitions and juicier conversations.

“Okay. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Shanks, Kaido, Big Mom.” You await her answer as if this is the most important question in the world.

She thinks for a second, then proudly responds, “I would fuck Shanks, marry Big Mom, kill Kaido.”

“Ain’t no way you could actually stay in a long-term marriage with Big Mom,” you laugh.

“EXACTLY! That woman’s a serial bride but so am I. We’d be so perfect for each other,” she plays into the bit, proudly smiling.

Whitey Bay finishes her drink and slams the glass on the bar table.

“So…” she blurts, “Let’s make this more interesting. Fuck, Marry, Kill: Izo, Vista, Ace.”

You also finish the last of your drink, slouching in towards her, “EASY. Fuck Ace, Marry Izo, Kill Vista. Sorry Vista…” you slur.

“Really?” She hiccups and leans in. “I thought you and Ace hated each other?”

“Well see the thing is… pretty sure that’s one sided. I’m sure he’s fine with me… And I don’t HATE him… He’s just annoying. And an egotistical jerk. That doesn’t take away the fact that he’s sexy as FUCK,” you emphasize. “I’d totally bang him given the opportunity, s’long as he didnt yap my ear off in the process.” You both giggle.

“Oh VISTA~” she beckons, waving her hand across the bar. You immediately shut her down, playfully punching her.

“Shut UP,” you giggle. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

The two of you go back and forth for the rest of the night, judging your fellow crew mates and entertaining more hypotheticals. Both of you were definitely too drunk for your own good, but ‘that was a tomorrow problem,’ you figure. Right now was for living in the moment and enjoying the fresh company.

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Waking up the next morning was not an easy feat. The alcohol and lack of sleep left you exhausted with a throbbing headache. You made sure to get up early enough to wave goodbye to Whitey Bay and her crew, but after that you were left alone to carry out your chores and try to piece together remnants of the previous night. The primary Whitebeard ship was going to stay at this port an extra day to gather supplies and rest up, and you were definitely fine with that.

After grabbing some breakfast, you make your way to the nurses’ office to get started on some chores. The room was cold and almost empty, besides a few other nurses, all working on paperwork or various other housekeeping duties. Making your way over to the medicine cabinet, you search the sea of pill bottles, hoping to find some painkillers to soothe your pounding head. Most of these were more empty than you imagined, and it made sense. The crew had been through a lot of tough battles recently, which meant you and the other nurses were quite busy taking care of the injured. It was no wonder the ship was low on stock for medication.

“Hey, I just checked the stock, we’re pretty low on some of these bottles,” you point out to one of your busy coworkers.

She gives a long sigh, avoiding looking up from her papers, “Wanna go grab some more for us? There should be a pharmacy not too far from the port.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You pop the last two painkillers and pack up to disembark the Moby Dick.

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The streets of the port are sunny and full of busy people, all buying and selling various items. Usually on errand runs like these, you would bring another nurse or a crew member with for safety in numbers, and to keep you company. Today was different though. Still under the weather, you were not in the mood to socialize, and the town seemed safe enough. You explore the town, carefully following your coworker’s directions to the pharmacy.

Just as you are minding your own business, a small “psst” can be heard, coming from the shadows of the adjacent alleyway. Surely that wasn’t for you. But before you can brush it off, a louder “PSST” beckons for your attention, finally earning a glance from you. You stop and turn towards the alley, squinting to make out the tall figure in the shadows.

Your eyes roll. ‘Of all people, of course it’s Ace.’

“What do you want?” you ask, cold and harsh. Ace is slouched against a wall, arms crossed, with an annoyingly large grin.

“Actually, I needed to talk to you.”

“About what?” You approach the alley, seeing the pirate clearer with every step.

Ace grabs your hand, “Not here, follow me,” he pulls your arm but your feet don’t budge.

“I have places I need to be. What is it?” There’s a bit more annoyance in your voice than you had intended.

“Yeesh. Someone’s feisty today” he chuckles. “It’ll be quick. I promise.” You roll your eyes again but follow as Ace leads the way, deeper and deeper into the alley. His hand keeps a tight grip around your wrist as you struggle to keep up. Finally, the two of you turn the corner and reach a dead end. He stops, analyzing the area to see if the coast was clear. For what? You weren’t quite sure.

“Okay? We’re here. Now what’s so important?” Of all days this was the one in which Ace decided to bother you. You lean back against the cold stone wall, awaiting his disappointing response.

Ace turns towards you with a smirk, “You much of a gambler?”

“What? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, are you?” Ace takes a step closer to you, and his voice definitely lowered an octave.

“No…” you start to feel meek as Ace closes the gap between you.

“Well,” he cages you in, resting an arm on the wall behind you, “I’m not too big into gambling, but today I’m willing to take a bet.” Your knees weaken a little as your body heat increases with every passing second.

“And I bet…” he whispers close into your ear, “you like me.”

“Wha- what?” You’re too focused on manually breathing to actually process that statement. Ace grabs a hold of your chin with his other hand to lock eye contact with you. Hie eyes were dark and cunning.

“I heard what you said last night…”

“Last night….” You gently repeat, trying your best to recall what he was talking about.

“I know you don’t hate me. Not like you make it out to be.” He leans in closer, “In fact, you sounded pretty enamored with me if I’m not mistaken… or at least with my body…”

You freeze, it all comes back at once. The conversation you had with Whitey Bay. That stupid game of Fuck, Marry, Kill. ‘How does he know about that?’ Your mind races, contemplating every situation in how he could’ve found that out. ‘He wasn’t in the bar- was he?’

“Aww,” he pouts, “You can’t even deny it… your face says it all…” Every ounce of you wants to fight back, to write it off as a lie or misunderstanding, but your face really did say it all.

“How’d-“ you choke. “You hear about that?” Ace has never looked so smug. And you hate him for it. Did he really have to confront you like this?

“You aren’t exactly a quiet drunk. Half the town heard your conversations last night babe.”

“You’re kidding me.” You bury your face in shame.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Shut up.”

Ace’s silence was almost worse than his pestering. His complacent smile crept wider and wider as the two of you stared at each other. The damn fool was trying not to laugh.

“Fuck you.” You push him away from you. “Why’d you even bring me out here if you were just going to make fun of me?”

“Because I wanted to see it for myself.”

“See what?”

“The side of you that likes me.”

“I don’t like you.”

Ace creeps closer again. “But I bet you like this-” he pushes your back to the wall, towering over you. Something changed in Ace that moment. The air suddenly felt heavy and warm. Very warm. He leans in, piercing your very soul with his lustful eyes, inching close enough to just not-quite-kiss. And you almost fall for it, your eyes flutter shut and you find yourself unintentionally leaning in closer. Testing the waters. Seeing what might happen. Maybe you did like this.

“I knew it. You do like me.”

You snap back to reality. Did you almost just kiss Ace?

Ace is laughing, and you’re furious. Furious at Ace, who’s acting like a dick right now, but more so furious at yourself, for falling for it. For following your body’s desires instead of your rational thoughts. For letting yourself be vulnerable for a moment.

“LET ME GO.” You try to push past him, hiding the redness of your face and tears welling in your eyes, but Ace doesn’t budge.

“Woah babe, hold on a sec. Who said I was done with you?”

“I did. Now MOVE.” But he pushes you back, pinning you between the stone wall and his muscular arm. His grip is just tight enough you can’t pull yourself away from him anymore.

“Don’t be like that…” he pouts. “We both know deep down you don’t wanna go anywhere. That you’re secretly enjoying every bit of this.”

Could you even argue with him? You freeze, unable to conjure a response. Not one that he would believe. Not one that you yourself would believe.

Ace takes this opportunity to keep you this way: quiet, unsure, docile. Without hesitation, he kisses you, fast and passionate. His lips are warm and experienced. Your heart skips a beat. You don’t warm into the kiss, but you don’t pull away. Your tongue doesn’t seek out his, but your eyes flutter shut. Maybe you did like this.

He slowly pulls away, this time no laughing, no teasing. Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what just happened, and why you have butterflies in your stomach.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you.” You bat your eyes, speechless. Ace leans in closer and whispers, “You’re not gonna fight it this time, are you?” All you can do is shake your head. Your body is burning and tingling like it never has before. What was this feeling? It was excitement, confusion, desire. Did you desire Ace? Before you can answer your own thought he kisses you again. His hold on your body eases up and you finally melt into the kiss, letting the warm embrace take control over you. He gently bites your lip, growing hungrier by the second.

Too preoccupied with the kiss, you almost didn’t even notice Ace’s hands exploring your body, grazing over your hips and around your waist. At this point you were completely past the point of fighting any of the man’s advances. He was claiming you more and more with every movement, every kiss, every touch. Your knees fall weak as his hands slide lower. And lower. And was he really doing this out in the open?

“Wait, Ace, what are you do-“ but he drops down to his knees and pushes up your nurse’s dress, just enough catch sight of your white lace panties.

“ACE! We’re gonna get caught!” You push your legs together but Ace’s fingers have already found their way to your clothed sex. He pushes two fingers past your thighs, dragging them along your slit.

“Didn’t think you’d be so wet already. I underestimated how much you like me,” he smirks back up at you as his fingers tease you, devastatingly slow.

“Ace- I-“ but you fall speechless again as desire clouds all sense of rational judgement. Your thighs involuntarily loosen their squeeze, entranced by his touch.

“Attagirl. You’re doing so well…” Ace keeps working his fingers up and down your slit as your hips start to lightly roll against his touch. His finger hooks around the waistline of your panties, pulling them to your knees. The sensation of your exposed cunt was cold, embarrassing, but also electrifying. Ace marvels at the sight. His hands gently caress your thighs as his mouth meets your clit, hungrily devouring you. You yelp in both surprise and pleasure. You slump into the wall behind you, falling limp as Ace eats you out.

“Shhh,” Ace smiles, “wouldn’t want anyone finding out about your little secret crush…” He was right. Both of you were still in public, and there were still other Whitebeard Pirates roaming the streets. How would you explain this to them? You bite your lip, holding in your soft moans. Your hands grab his hair for support as you examine the alleyway, scanning for any passersby. The alley was empty, but that didn’t account for any nearby windows in the surrounding buildings. Maybe you guys should stop. Go somewhere more private. But just before you can say anything, Ace slowly pumps two fingers inside you, curling them ever-so-slightly to reach your sweet spot. It felt like heaven. Any reservations you just had are completely forgotten as you writhe in the sensation. This was so wrong, letting Ace, the man you openly hated, eat you out in public. But then why did it feel so good?

Ace’s fingers work in parallel with his tongue to keep pleasuring you. The feeling was warm, overwhelming, blissful. Your core starts to tighten. You grab a tighter hold of his hair and roll your hips against his tongue. Were you really going to cum for him like this? Out in a public alleyway? You couldn’t help it. His hands knew just what to do, and his tongue knew just where to go. Your breathing falls uneven as you focus on your building orgasm, and a small moan escapes your lips. Your body grows tenser. And tenser. And…

Nothing. You whimper at the cold feeling of Ace pulling away. The feeling of emptiness as his fingers leave your aching cunt.

“Wha-“ You’re lost as your flourishing orgasm fades into nothing.

Ace stands back up, and without saying anything, leans in to kiss your neck. The warm moisture from eating you out smears on your skin as he leaves gentle kisses. Your confusion dissolves back into pleasure as his kisses grow more passionate, turning into small pecks and bites.

He stops for a second, muttering low in your ear, “I need to fuck you now.”

You nod, not fully comprehending that he meant right here, right now, still in this alley. Your intoxication in lust clouds your sense of judgement as you let him unzip your dress. The fabric falls at your feet, exposing your naked body to Ace and the rest of the abandoned alley. Ace’s hands find your breasts, gently teasing your nipples as he continues to kiss up and down your neck. At this point he is pressed up against you, and the feeling of his hard cock pressing through his shorts leaves you feeling needier and needier. You find yourself unbuckling his belt, but just as your hands finally reach the zipper to his pants, he catches your wrists, pinning them up above your head.

“Let’s not get hasty now…” Ace smirks. “First you have to tell me how bad you want me.” Was he joking? Thirty seconds ago he “needed to fuck you now,” and NOW he makes you beg for it?

“You’re kidding me? This again?” The ache of being untouched grows stronger with every passing second.

“Fine!” Ace keeps a hold of your wrists but steps back, leaving your body alone and needy. “Guess we can just stay here while I wait… I know you want me, but I have to hear you say it.” The lack of touch was agony. Your body ached for stimulation, and you were already frustrated from your denied orgasm. Not to mention, you had little pride left after succumbing to Ace’s temptation in the first place.

You let out a deep, surrendering sigh. “Ace… please?” It was quiet and meek.

“Please what?” He cups his hand to his ear, mocking you.

“Please fuck me… I need you inside me…” you whine, a little louder this time. You couldn’t help but push your thighs together, searching for any sort of stimulation as you imagine Ace taking full control of your body, fucking you in this alley for anyone to come out and see.

A wicked grin creeps up on his face. He grabs your wrists and flips you around, bracing your front half against the wall.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” he growls as his zipper comes undone. “What a perfect ass…” Ace teases your exposed cunt with the tip of his cockhead.

“Please Ace… I need you so bad~” You let out another whine, attempting to push your hips back, desperate for his touch. Ace grabs your hip with his free hand and finally sinks into you, groaning under his breath.

“So tight… holy shit.” He starts off slow, savoring every movement as you adjust to his size. You can feel every inch of him, filling you up and stretching you in a way you’ve never felt before. This was all so new to you, and you can’t get enough of it.

With every thrust of his cock comes another moan from you, louder and louder as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Fuck.. you look so pretty like this… all exposed for me and the rest of the world to see.“ Ace pounds into you faster, getting off on your pretty moans and perfect body. In this position, you couldn’t really keep an eye out for others walking by. In fact, anyone could walk by at this point and see you. See your clothes scattered on the floor around you. See your naked body, bent over for Ace. See how much you were enjoying it. And you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. You knew that should worry you, but it didn’t. You were too focused on the sensation of Ace pounding into you; a sensation you never thought you’d actually feel. And it was more amazing than you could have ever imagined.

“I knew you always liked me…” Ace mutters, keeping a steady, rough pace. “I could tell by the looks you give me. The way you quickly turn away when I catch you looking at me. The way you blush when I get close to you…” Ace suddenly pulls out and you wince at the empty feeling. But before you can say anything he spins you around, picking you up from under your thighs to prop you up against the wall and off the ground.

“No worries babe,” he smiles and adds, “I like you too,” before gently kissing you. You moan around his lips as he sinks into you again, slow and controlled. His hands squeeze your ass as his muscular arms keep a tight hold on you. You wrap your legs around his back as he picks up speed, growing greedier with each passing moment. This angle felt even more intense as he pushes up against your sweet spot with every thrust. Your core starts to tighten again.

Ace must’ve noticed this. “You gonna cum?” he growls. “My cock must be making you feel so good.” Completely drunk on lust and unable to form coherent words, you nod. He pounds you harder as that tension grows. And grows.

Your orgasm comes crashing as you melt into Ace’s arms, reveling in your sweet, sweet release. But Ace refuses to slow down, greedily pounding you as he chases his own high.

“Attagirl…” he groans under his breath. “You take me so damn well…” The overstimulation left you a muttering mess.

“I want you to cum in me~” you moan. Something must have possessed you in that very moment because that definitely slipped your lips before you considered what you were actually asking for. But at that point it was too late. Ace was grinning as he thrusts into you harder and harder, until you feel the twitching of his cock. His grip on you tightens as he pumps you full of hot cum. He slows down a few final pumps, watching in awe as it leaks from your pussy with every movement.

Both coming down from your highs, he rests his forehead against yours, chuckling.

“See, I’m not that bad of a guy.” He gently lets go of you, helping you find your balance on your feet again.

“I never said you were.” You collect your clothes and start redressing, still keeping an eye out for others passing by.

“So… same time again tomorrow?” You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. So maybe he was annoying and egotistical, there was still something about him that you liked. Something that drew you towards him.

“Maybe.” You reply. “But, if you tell a single soul about this, I’ll kill you.”

“That sounds like a deal to me.”

After both of you recollect yourselves, you make your way back to the busy streets, this time with Ace by your side, escorting you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe you did like this.

[daisydovley]

Wedding Night - Vinsmoke Sanji

Germa!Sanji / Princess!Reader Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Your husband brings you to his home and you prepare yourself to perform the duties of a wife. CW: Forced / Arranged Marriage, Angst, Word Count: 2.7k

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Cold. Empty. Desolate. Not even the stars touch the silent sea as Sanji sails you to Germa. The small boat cuts through the water, coasting through the ink as he rounds his island. Even in the dark, the shadows of the island rise up against the midnight- great silhouettes of stone fortresses far more inhospitable than the sea surrounding. The nomadic nation of Germa is an engine of war traveling from one kingdom to the next, leaving ruin in its wake. As it has your kingdom, as it has others- as it has the entire North Blue only a few generations ago.

It hadn’t taken you nearly as long to arrive as you had hoped. Finding a gap in the fortress, Sanji steers towards a stone dock before effortlessly mooring the boat. Still and quiet, only the waves gently lapping at the sides, barely rocking the vessel- you feel his presence standing at your back. Feel the heat seep down your spine under the intensity of his gaze. Yet, you are frozen where you are.

Until a heavy hand rests upon your shoulder, thawing you out. “Come,” he urges gently, keeping his hands respectfully at your elbows as you rise. Sanji helps you move to the edge of the boat, and your heart near bursts when his hands to go your waist- lifting you onto the dock- before quickly pulling away and offering his arm.

Taking it, you try to calm your breath. Pulling Sanji’s jacket tighter around your shoulders, you stave off the chill racing across the water as your heels click over the stones. When you take the first step on solid ground- on the ground of the country that must now be your home after stealing you away from yours- a piece of your heart tumbles from your chest and rolls off the bank to drop like a secret treasure to the sea.

Passing through the stone gate, you look up the slope of a hill and your breath stutters at the winding stairs rising before you. Hand clutching the flow of your wedding gown, your body already aches from the thought of the climb. However, before you can take another step, you’re swept from the ground and the whole world tips a little as your husband takes his bride into his arms.

Sanji spares you neither look nor word as he begins the ascent. Weightless in his hold, his arms are sturdy and warm and there’s no struggle or hesitation to his steps at all despite the burden of you. Despite the circumstances, the act- and the casual way he performs it- flusters you. This is the first time in your life you’ve been unchaperoned with a man, and he’s already thoughtlessly touching you like it’s second nature. Grateful for the night to hide the blush at your cheeks, you keep statue still in Sanji’s hold. As to not make the climb more cumbersome and also in attempt not to rile him- be it to anger or otherwise- while you’re vulnerable in his grasp.

At the summit, you pass through a more ornate gate and the world comes alive with embers of starlight. Warm lights strung through tended trees, gentle firelight lining the cobble pathway with soft ribboning flames of gold. A sweet, comforting fragrance fills the air as Sanji carries you past blooming bushes.

Certainly bigger than a cottage, but not nearly so big as a castle, a villa looms with candlelit windows that cast an orange glow across the warm brick. This path approaches from the back, it seems. Moonlight glints off the glass dome of a conservatory, a small swimming pool snaking around it’s outer curve. Shutters open to gauzy curtains that soften the light within, lanterns swaying beneath the overhang casting dancing shadows, a balcony along the second story with delicate curls of moonflower through its balustrade.

As you quietly admire the sight, it takes a moment to register that Sanji has stopped moving. When your eyes slide to his, you find him looking at you so intently, you have to quickly avert your gaze- though, you still feel his own hot on your cheeks. “Do you like it?”

Your pulse picks up as you realize this must be his home. Or, one of them- at least. The one he’d deigned to show you on the eve of your marriage. The one he’d chosen to bring his bride to for his first wedded night. Meaning, it was likely important to him. “Yes,” you tell him, “it’s lovely.” Measured and polite, but genuine, you give your answer. It is a lovely home, despite how you fret over what might be done inside.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Sanji pushes forward and your heart beats harder with every step he takes. As if by magic, the front door gently swings open as he approaches. There’s a pleasant aroma of citrus and cinnamon curling out from within, inviting light spilling across the stones- deepening the gold of Sanji’s hard eyes as he passes into it.

At the door, he looks down at you- patient until you hold his gaze again. Only once you do, does he cross the threshold with his bride in his arms. Softly, the door closes behind him and heartbeats sync between you before he gently places you upon the floor.

For the first time today the whole world is quiet. Sanji shifts where he stands, but his face remains impassive. Worry clenches around your heart that he’s becoming impatient. Yet, despite no betrayal of emotion, you can’t help but feel there’s a taut string of uncertainty between you.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hungry…?” your eyes snap to his.

“You didn’t eat much,” he says like he’s trying to reason out what should be happening next, despite knowing it’s entirely to his discretion.

“Oh,” you shake your head, “I’m not, but thank you.” Nervously, your hands press together before you as you try to maintain your manners, even as your heart threatens to leap from your chest.

“I’ll make you something,” he says quickly, already moving as if he didn’t even register your response. Unsure what to do, you simply follow through the hall and pass through a carved archway into an open kitchen.

Warm and inviting, wood accents the brick- well tended, but antique and time worn. Spices dry on their stems from racks bolted to the wall, gleaming copper coated pots and pans thoughtfully arranged. It’s artful, but it’s habituated- someone uses this space. Frequently, judging by the scuffs in the stone, the half-full bottles of colorful liquids and oils, the finger-worn outlines on the cabinet doors.

Quietly, you take a seat at the smaller table, catching your own reflection in the wide windows that look out towards the garden. Distorted, eyes barely visible as the wash of your gown haunts your ghostly figure, so far from the reflection of the woman you glanced before walking down the aisle. You can’t help but wonder if something more than your name was irrecoverably altered upon that dais.

A gentle aroma pulls you from your thoughts and you look to see Sanji standing diligently at the stove, hands moving in steady rhythm as he pours and blends something together. His focus is so intense and his motions are ceaselessly fluid, not slowing even to measure out the mixture.

It’s a soft scent- floral, but not overly sweet. Herbal, but not too earthy. It’s pleasant. So pleasant that your body calms as you continue to take deep breathes just to bring it into yourself. Eyes lingering on your husbands concentrated profile, the ease of his movements and the relaxing aroma lull you into a comfortable sort of silence- barely registering anything of your circumstance until he comes to stand before you, placing a cup at your fingertips.

Slowly, he sits across from you, hands clasped atop the table- just waiting. Little curls of steam wisp softly from the cup and it’s warm against your palms, but not scalding. Bringing it up, you let it rest atop your chest, seeping in the warmth and thawing out the lingering chill. Sanji leans forward a bit, transfixed as he watches and you take a sip just to try and escape the intensity he bears upon you.

Foreign flavors dance across your tongue and savor down like honey when you swallow, flowing and filling the colder cracks within. It’s warm and delicious and overwhelmingly comforting. With a sigh, your eyes flutter as you take a second long sip before bringing it back down to the the table, but not releasing it from your grasp. “Thank you,” you offer him a quiet courtesy, “it’s good.”

Sanji visibly relaxes. Though, his face remains impassive, his body eases back in his chair and droops with the exhale of a breath he’d been holding for too long. Slowly, you take another sip before staring down into your cup- suddenly torn between drinking it all or forcing it to last. “You can have more, if you want,” he assures you.

But, your mind is torn between something else. Between stretching these minutes on long and pushing off the inevitable- or forcing them short to get it on and over with. ‘Will it hurt?’ your own voice echoes out to you from a few hours in the past and you take another long drink before you can hear the ghost answer.

Finishing off the drink, you place the empty cup onto the table- tongue darting out for a the lingering taste at your lips. Dragging this out will only prolong your torment. Hands sliding back, you clasp them in your lap and straighten your posture.

Sanji shifts in his own seat, the tension coiling back up his body. His voice is thick when he asks, “would you… like to see the rest of the house?”

“No,” your hair loosens a little more as you shake your head. “I’m…” heart pounding, throat tightening, you force the words to come. “I’m ready,” your eyes flit to your sallow reflection before you force them away, “for bed.” The words stumble on your tongue and land hot across your face, eyes downcast and tracing the woodgrain. “I’m ready,” you repeat again- for yourself, more than him.

The silence between you is viscous and taut, the rush of your blood roiling through your body as your pulse pounds. Seconds span agonizingly infinite before the scrape of his chair drags across your raw nerves as he stands. “Alright,” he acquiesces, rounding the table to pull out your chair. Your grip on him is tighter than you intend it to be as you rise on shaking legs, the world momentarily tilting.

Shoulders back, head high- and no slouching- you ease your arm in Sanji’s like a proper lady and allow him to escort you out of the kitchen. Wordlessly, he leads you through the halls you’ve yet to map in memory and up a staircase to the second floor. Steps cushioned over rich carpets, he brings you to a wood carved door- hand pausing on the ornate knob. “This is your room,” he offers, turning the handle and gesturing for you to go in before him.

Untwining from Sanji, you step into the large bedroom. A low fire crackles in the small fireplace. Colorful rugs cover the stones, plush chairs and heavy furniture artfully arranged. Large windows from the floor to the tall ceiling, layered with drapes. Glass doors partially opened to the balcony, gentle breeze just barely fluttering the gossamer inner curtains.

Then, the bed. Bigger than the one you’ve always slept in and certainly big enough for two. Posts at each corner rise up towards the ceiling, bound together with sweeping drapes- heavy at the top, sheer and delicate down the sides, tied back with satin ropes. Lush and inviting, a luxurious bed of silk and down your tired body longs to sink into it.

But, this bed is not for sleeping. At least, not right now.

With a steadying breath, you move to perch at it’s edge, hands smoothing over the soft duvet. Bringing them into your lap, you look up towards your husband- standing rigidly still in the middle of the room. “I am ready to perform my marital duty.”

For the first time today, something subtle breaks across his face- though he turns from you before you can decipher what it is. Sanji crosses the room to the fireplace, both hands on the mantel as he leans to stare into the flames. His voice rolls through the coals as he asks, “have you done this before?”

“Of course not, my Prince,” the heat simmers nervously in your gut.

“I won’t be mad,” though his knuckles whiten under his grip, “just tell me truly.”

Did he think you deceived him? “No, my Prince, I swear it.” What might he do to you if he thinks he’s been cheated? “Your father can attest to-”

“My father?” Sanji whirls on you, his voice rising.

Your pulse rises with it. “King Vinsmoke,” you correct quickly, with a bow of your head- remembering how he didn’t appreciate Marcella using improper titles at the banquet.

Sanji’s voice dips back down, tone low and hands fisting at his sides, “did he touch you?”

Heat rises, the air thickening and hot as you try to assure him, “no, my Prince. He merely supervised. He said… he said he was satisfied…” Sanji rakes his hand down his face and braces back onto the mantel, staring again towards the flames- and you swear they burn a little higher now. “I have never been with a man unchaperoned before tonight, my Prince.” Heat stings your eyes as you try to defend your virtue, shame sticking sickly in your gut and fear coiling at your spine. “My first kiss was on our alter…”

“I believe you,” he says quickly. He looks as if he wants to say more, but simply closes his mouth and sighs.

“I won’t fight you,” you promise and Sanji winces, pushing off the fireplace. Heart pounding with each of his steps, he approaches you slowly. “Whatever you ask of me,” your voice thins, “I will follow your demands.”

Sanji’s hand is hot as it comes to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him. Shadows linger at his face, but the gold is molten around his eyes as he looks down at you. Gently, his thumb brushes against your rosy silken skin and your breath shudders against his wrist.

Bowing, the blue of his eyes sharpen as he comes to your height. Eyes fluttering closed as he moves in, you brace for whatever unfamiliar way he’s about to touch you.

His lips press gently to your forehead.

Then, he pulls away, capturing your gaze in his. “Goodnight, Princess.”

And he’s gone.

By the time you register his absence, he’s already slipping through the door and clicking it closed behind him. The room is quieter, darker- colder- with him gone. Sitting in shock, you brace for him to return- too afraid to rouse his temper should he come back and find you unprepared for him.

But as the long night stretches on and the fire dims, you’re quite certain he’s not coming back. Relief and terror twist together inside as you reconcile his reaction. Is he not satisfied with you? You suppose that shouldn’t be terribly surprising. Of all your sisters, you would be a Prince’s least coveted. Will he try to annul the marriage? Will he send you back?

Or simply toss you into the sea and claim another bride…?

The thought washes through you cold and fearful and you think the right thing to do would be to go after him. Insist to please him- prove that you can.

But, you simply can’t bring yourself to move. Like a snake, your mind curls around its venomous thoughts: a failure of a princess, a failure of a bride.

Tears flowing and soft sobs breaking apart on your lips, you pull your husband’s jacket tight around your body and curl up in your wedding gown atop your marital bed.

Alone.

In every way a person can be.

Braced back against the door, nothing but the dim glow of an ember lights through the darkness as the Prince fills his hollow heart with smoke, exhaling with a breath that breaks on your every sob.

➽──────────────❥ CH 4 <<<<PREV CH NEXT CH>>>>

[not-your-average-url]

I miss when ads were a single click and then they’re gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesn’t even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.

I hate advertising. I hate that you can’t do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.

[i-promise5]

Illuminates

Sanji my king

wc is around 669 idk somewhere in that general area (very short Ik)

Tags: no use of y/n, fluff, established relationship, reader’s gender is not specified, use of ‘love’, ‘amour’, reader-insert, Sanji/reader, might be ass, authors first posted fanfic, I suck at reading and writing but we ball I love Sanji, cuddling, typical Sanji smh, Sanji’s dialogue is blue, very slight angst (for like one sentence)

/2nd pov/

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You awoke to find the side of the bed is cold, you reach around to try to find your beloved, but he just isn’t there. You frown to yourself as you think about how he’s probably worrying away alone in the kitchen. The alone part scares you.

Sanji has been alone a lot, he automatically thinks he’s burdening everyone around him when he’s there, which is not a good trait.

As you wake up a little more you look at the clock: 2:23AM. Ugh he shouldn’t be up this late, you groan. He often does this and overworks himself. It’s his awful way of coping or showing he cares.

Throwing on one of Sanji's dirty shirts on the side of his dresser to cover up, you shuffle out of the room and towards the kitchen.

As you approach, you see the light still on and you panic as you don’t see him for a second, but then he pops into your vision.

You find him fast asleep with his face in a notebook on the couch. The thing that gets you is—he looks really uncomfortable. That position cannot be good for his bones.

No wonder he complains about back problems all the time.

You hate to be a creep watching him sleep, but as you go to get a glass of water to wake yourself up a little more, he groans.

You think he might’ve woken up but as you look back at him he’s still sleeping. But now he’s whispering something?

Getting a little closer, you start to make out some of his words, “No, no, no, stop it.”

What? You watch his face as he shifts uncomfortably and curls in on himself. “Love?” You call out to him, hoping he can hear you in his dream somehow.

“Are you alright?” You start to get worried. It’s probably one of those god-awful nightmares again.

You want him to wake up, get out of that place, but you also don’t want to startle him awake either, that would just make his panic worse.

You run your fingers through his gold locks, trying to soothe him. He jolts awake, making the book fall onto the floor.

“Amour what are you doing here? Did I wake you I’m sor-” he pants out, wiping his eyes

“More importantly, what are you doing here?”

“We have a big bed for a reason,” you continue, “this couch is not even that comfortable to be honest.” You say as you sit down next to him on the couch.

“I’m sorry love, I worried your pretty little face.” Sanji says as he kisses your hand.

You roll your eyes as you sip on the water you poured a few minutes before.

“Sanji, I have an idea, follow me,” you instruct.

“Wha-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence before you drag him to the aquarium. He doesn’t mind though.

It looks so surreal at night, the water illuminates the room leaving a blue tint. You sit on the arguably much more comfortable couch by the glass. You pat the cushion beside you beckoning Sanji to sit.

“I’ve truly been blessed!” Sanji starts to swoon. “Just sit please I’m tired, none of these dramatics please I want you.” You frown. Your secret weapon he can’t reject you now.

It’s taken a while to get him to actually be able to get close to you without nose bleeding everywhere. Improvement yay. Also the fact that he always wants to be the one taking care of you—not himself.

Having to actually sit down with Sanji to tell him that you enjoy taking care of him as much as he does, took some time. But he got it eventually.

“You’re too good to me, mon dieu.” He sighs out as he lays across the couch. Getting comfortable, he lays his head on your chest.

For the first time in the day, Sanji finally breathes.

You catch him as he gets a little ahead of himself sniffing you. What is his problem.

“Hey,” you break him out of his trance as he starts to bleed on your chest and through your (his) shirt.

“I- uhh I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he wipes his nose with a handkerchief in his pocket.

“No.” You say as you bring him back into you, hugging his head close so he has no room to argue. All arguments were muffled anyway.

“Just relax ji.”

He can’t resist you when you call him that.

You feel him finally surrender and nuzzle against you with a whine.

~

After a while of running your fingers through his soft, well-kept hair, you hear him gently snoring.

You watch the fish swim about for a few minutes before you start dozing off. Feeling your head bob, you lay back against the pillow by your head.

The sound of Sanji’s rhythmic breathing lulls you to sleep as you gaze at the fish gliding through the water.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Yoyoyo first fanfic written

Critiques are welcome plz lmk !!

It was kinda proofread. By kinda I mean I was half asleep.

Sanji 🤤🤤🤤

[tentypos]

mdni. its 3am, this is all i got and it's absolutely disgusting. just sanji who mixes his cum in with the icing on the cinnamon rolls he gave you. they're warm. and he watches as you eat them, every last bite, lick the fork, lick the knife, practically lick the whole plate, and when you say 'this tastes better than usual,' he runs back to his room in shame. because he just made you another load.

[hydrachea]

> turns on my computer

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

> disables a new AI fea

[noraschweeps]

HEYYYYY I'M SO HAPPY TO SHOW YOU THIS PROJECT! 9/15 pages of first chapter

[noraschweeps]

15/15

[funnyhoneyofmine]

hiii! Could I pls request the Strawhats (Sanji, Luffy, Usopp, Nami) headcanons with S/O who has wings? 👀

‘Sent from above’

Straw hats with a S/O that has wings!!

Contains: Sanji, Luffy, Ussop & Nami

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I went for the classic bird wings and bird like attributes, so I hope that was your vision!

Sanji

🍽️ Sanji was immediately captivated when he saw you. He flocked towards you and asked if you were an angel, to which he promptly got his head hit in by Nami. Still, he would always compliment them.

🍽️ When you start dating, he would always help you care for them. He’d help you preen them in private. During those times, he would never shut up about how beautiful they are, to the point where it annoys even you. But you can’t stay mad, it’s cute to see him so infatuated.

🍽️ If you had more bird like attributes other than just wings, it would reflect in your diet. Sanji does his best to ensure good nutrition for his partner, and if you require extra time for meal prep, he’s willing to do that.

🍽️ While you two are separated for your training, he’s reminded of you in every bird he sees above head. He sits to appreciate them when he’s not being chased down by drag queens.

Luffy

🍖 Luffy always has his hands on your wings. He loves running his hands through them, they basically become a fidget for him. He starts doing it even when he isn’t thinking and it acts like unintentional preening, so your wings are in quite good shape.

🍖 He loves when you take him out flying. It’s so freeing to be flown across the open ocean, free from the weight of gravity. In those moments, he’s also really chatty. He’ll point out everything you two pass. Luffy’s also very energetic, so you have to keep a good grip on him or he’ll fall into the water.

🍖 Immediately assumes that ‘wings = bird’. He’ll legitimately think that you eat seeds and lay eggs, and you’ll have to physically tell him that’s not how it works. And even then, he’s not fully convinced. He’ll leave seeds out just it case.

🍖 He collects your feathers if they drop naturally from your wings. They’re usually in his hammock, he makes them into a makeshift pillow. He’ll show you proudly and you just stare because it’s like the equivalent of someone collecting your hair. He means well, he really does—

Nami

🍊 Thought it was an elaborate costume at first. That was until she saw them move and tense. After that, she kept a bit of distance from you until she warmed up.

🍊 She’ll ask you to fly over islands and surrounding areas to help with her mapping of the world. When you sit and tell her all the details, she’ll stare and listen intently. Partly because it helps her dream and partly because you look adorable rambling.

🍊 Will buy you nice products to help you upkeep your wing care. She’s so nice, she won’t even charge you for it! Scratch that, maybe she’ll charge you a little. But she loves picking stuff out for you.

🍊 Loves flying with you. Like I said before, it helps with her navigating and mapping the world. After the initial fear the first few times, she’ll be asking to fly at every new island the crew goes to because it’s so efficient! She’ll always thank you with affection.

Usopp

🏹 Just like Sanji, he was immediately interested when he saw you. You were beautiful and unique, he couldn’t help but stare. When he first talks to you, he’s a bit nervous. He’s also overly formal because he thinks you’re a real angel, which is flattering.

🏹 You become his muse. If he’s not working on his inventions, he’s doodling you. Somedays he’ll ask you to pose for him and others he’ll simply sketch you doing everyday things. His sketchbook is full of hundreds upon hundreds of drawings of you.

🏹 He’ll ask to inspect your wings for his inventions. He wonders if he’d be able to replicate your wings in a technology format, like an aeroplane. He hopes that one day he’ll be brave and smart enough to accomplish the feat of flying with you.

🏹 Usopp will also study birds to make sure that he doesn’t hurt your wings and how to keep them in good condition. He enjoys preening them with you, because he read that it can be intimate between some birds. He gets embarrassingly flustered and shy in those moments.

[froggiewrites]

Lost in a Dream

Pairing: Law x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You're haunting Law's dreams, and he's finally reached his breaking point. Content: Smut, AFAB!Reader, Wet Dreams, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 2.8k

Law would give anything to stop thinking about you. At least to stop thinking of you topless, moaning his name.

He had never thought of you in such a way, he would insist to anyone who would listen. No, of course he never had sexual thoughts about you: you’re his friend! One of his closest, oldest, dearest friends. A very beautiful, kind, and beloved friend, whom he had known long before he became the cool and collected captain he was.

Okay, maybe he had a few of those thoughts back when you were both teens and his hormones had run wild. But he pushed them down, like a good friend would. And anything he had done to banish those thoughts was between him and God. That was years ago, anyway, and he had fully convinced himself he only saw you platonically.

Until the damn dreams started.

Law had never been particularly fond of dreams. They were never kind to him. Faces of those he’d lost, those he failed to save, mistakes he couldn’t undo all haunted him at night. He was reluctant to sleep at all most days, only giving in after you or Bepo had forced him to lay down and exhaustion overpowered him. Once he would have been grateful for pleasant dreams or a full night’s sleep. 

Law! Yes, Law!

Your voice haunted him, the image of you on top of him. The way you so sweetly called for him, the way you clenched around him, the way your chest bounced with every movement. God, it was intoxicating. He would give anything to hear you call his name like that again. Anything except risk your friendship, one of the only things that kept him grounded in life. When he woke up from the first dream, a stain on his pants and shame in his heart, he swore he would never let something like this affect your relationship.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

Always something different. Sometimes you were on top of him, sometimes below him, sometimes on your knees, sometimes bent over his desk. Every time your beautiful eyes blinked at him, filled with tears of pleasure, your sweet voice keening for him to give you more, more, more. And every time he woke up to a problem needing to be solved and more feelings to push deep down, never to return. Until the next night, when it happened again.

He had never been more grateful that he had his own room. He can’t imagine how humiliating it would be if someone else saw him like this, biting down on his pillow as he rut into his own hand. If someone saw the way tears slipped down his lashes as he sped up, heard his cry of your name muffled into the fabric between his teeth, he would never be able to recover.

But luckily, no one ever would. His shame would stay in the dim light of his cabin, and his carefully protected image of control would remain unblemished. You’d never suspect a thing.

But the thoughts remain.

And he could handle that, really, he could. He’s a grown man, he can control himself. But you just keep pushing him, not even knowing what you’re doing. It’s small things, really. Yesterday, when you laughed at a dumb joke Shachi told you, you leaned forward enough to show off just a hint of your cleavage. Something that shouldn’t even phase him, but made him white knuckle the table to stop himself from throwing you over his shoulder and marching down to his room. 

The day before that, you put your hand on his knee during dinner, thumb gently brushing against him as you smiled and told him you thought everything was going to be okay. You’ve comforted him like that a thousand times, but he couldn’t focus on the tender tone of your voice, only the feeling of the warmth of your hand seeping through his pants. He imagined that hand sliding higher and higher, how that warmth would feel somewhere else.

He had to excuse himself from dinner. You thought he was still upset, tried to follow him in concern, and he just barely managed to fend you off before he ran to his bathroom and took care of the hard-on you’d given him. He prayed you didn’t hear his quiet moans of your name or the sound of him pumping his cock in his hand.

A thousand small things, ways you show you care or small motions that show off your body, all building pressure that threatens to burst whenever he looks at you, threatens his carefully crafted control. 

You’re so determined to break him, but he remains strong.

Until you wake him halfway through the worst dream yet.

Law! Law! God, yes, Law! Your voice is still ringing in his ears, your cunt still tightening around his cock, as your hand shakes him awake.

“Law! You can’t sleep here, you’ll fuck up your back.” Your voice is so soft, so concerned, as you try to pull him up from his desk. He can already feel the pain in his spine as you pull him to his feet, but he can’t bring himself to care right now.

He’s hard, he’s horny, and you’re right here, your hands on him as he can still hear you screaming his name.

He takes a step forward, his arms threatening to wrap around you, and he can just barely process that you’ve removed your hands from him as your eyes shift away from him.

“Law?” Your voice is meek, nervous, not at all like his dreams. But the red on your cheeks, the way your eyes shine? Those are familiar. He’s so close now.

“Do you know how hard it’s been?” He can barely keep the shake from his voice.

“What?” You take a step back, but your back hits the wall behind you.

“I’ve been holding back for months. Trying to keep control, to not ruin this, but you just,” he takes a step forward.

“Keep,” another step.

“Haunting me.” Your chests are pressed together, and he can feel every breath of yours as your tits press against him. They feel even better than he imagined. He almost expects you to push him away, to run, but you don’t. Instead you stare at him with your stupid, beautiful doe eyes, lips slightly parted, face flushed, and he can’t hold back anymore.

Your lips are soft. They’re slightly tacky from your chapstick, and he’s delighted to find it makes you taste like strawberries. You tense for a moment, and he fears he’s frightened you, ruined everything, but then your arms wrap around him and he knows you’ve wanted this just as badly as he has.

His hands grip your ass as his tongue presses firmly against your lips, which you almost immediately part wider to allow him better access. One of your hands presses firmly against his back, while the other slides forward to grope at his chest. Your fingers press into his shirt, seemingly torn between pulling him closer and feeling every inch of him beneath your fingertips. His hips roll against his will, and the whimper you let out into his mouth destroys what little self control he has left.

He lifts you with ease, pulling you impossibly closer, before throwing you onto his desk, papers and logs be damned. Nothing on it is more important than him being inside of you as soon as humanly possible. In his dreams, he always stripped slowly and sensually, teasing you until you were begging for his touch, his cock, but he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside you within the minute. He practically rips off your uniform, throwing it behind him, where he can hear it take something that sounds suspiciously like his lamp down with it, glass shattering when it hits the floor. He can’t bring himself to give a shit.

“Law,” you say in that squeaky little voice you always get when you’re surprised. “What’s—”

Your sentence breaks off into a moan as he sinks his teeth into your neck. He can smell your shampoo mixing with the scent of your sweat, and god he really might break this desk beneath you if you keep driving him insane. Your hand shoots to the back of his head, gripping his hair and tugging as you continue to let out little whimpers and moans with every thrust of his clothed hips against your panties. 

“Every night, you ruin me, and I have to wake up and pretend to forget,” he groans into your neck. “Every night you give me everything I’ve ever wanted just to take it away. You’re cruel.”

He wants to take off his jeans, but he can’t bring himself to remove his hands from you. You’re so much better than his dreams, soft and warm and real beneath his fingers. His mind could never have conjured up such a perfect feeling.

You must have read his mind, because your hands slide his coat from his shoulders, fingers tracing his abs down to his waist. He’s so lost in the feeling he doesn’t understand your intent until you let out an adorable frustrated huff. “Stop moving for a second,” you snap, fingers struggling to grab the button of his jeans.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“If you tackled me to the desk so you can grope me while you cum in your pants I’m leaving.”

The laugh that rips through him stills him just long enough for you to pop the button and rip his pants and underwear down. The fabric catches on his thighs, but you’re stuck, frozen, watching his cock spring out of its prison. Law has always been proud of his body, but nothing has made him feel sexier than watching the way your mouth falls open looking at him.

“You’re drooling,” he chuckles.

“I am,” you say, not taking your eyes off of his dick. You reach for it, fingers tracing lightly up his length, and watch as it twitches in response.

“Don’t tease me,” Law says through gritted teeth. One hand grips the desk for dear life, the only thing holding him back from slamming into you like an animal.

“Oh? Don’t what? I couldn’t hear you.” Your fingers trace back down, following the vein, touching enough to stimulate but not enough to pleasure.

Law is a proud man. He does not beg. He would never—

“God, please—” His voice breaks off once you mercifully wrap your fingers around him, thumb rubbing briefly against the head. He shudders, head falling forward, pressing himself as deeply into you as he physically can.

“It’s even bigger than I imagined,” you murmur.

“You imagined me?” He tries to make his voice sexy and gruff, but it comes out as more of a whine.

“All the time.”

He latches onto your neck, both to get himself to stop talking before he makes himself sound as undone as he feels, and to mark you as his. He desperately needs to leave some kind of sign that this happened, something to tell him tomorrow this wasn’t just another one of his tortuous little dreams. This is real, it is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and by god is he going to make sure he remembers every single moment.

His free hand reaches for your panties, pulling them down far more carefully than he did your uniform. The delicate lace is a bit less durable than thick canvas. You hiss as your cunt is exposed to the air, your hand slightly tightening around his cock.

He removes himself from your neck to look you in the eye. Your face is flushed, your pupils blown out, and your hair is a mess. You look beautiful. “Ready?”

“Please fuck me already, Captain.”

You barely have time to get your hand out of the way before he’s slamming into your entrance, the force of it shaking the desk beneath you. You feel heavenly, warm and wet, clenching around him. Law lets out an absolutely mortifying noise, halfway between a moan and groan, and you clench around him tighter in response.

“God—”

“Oh Law—”

His dreams didn’t compare to the real thing. Your voice dripping with desire and want, the friction as he pulled out inch by torturous inch, it was beyond dream or fiction. He could never have conceived something so wonderful. He ruts back into you, to the hilt this time, your hips slamming together with near bruising force. The desk shakes again, creaking dangerously, but he doesn’t give a shit and he can’t imagine you do either. 

One hand remains on your hip to stabilize you, and the other takes the opportunity to explore your chest as he kisses you. Your teeth clack together, your noses bumping, but none of the awkwardness detracts from the feeling of your soft lips against his. You easily allow his tongue into your mouth, putting up no fight to the tidal wave of lust driving him to consume you whole. 

Your chest is so soft beneath Law’s fingers he could weep. His teenage self would have killed a man to feel this, and frankly, he still would now. You whine into his mouth when he pinches your nipple, a sound that he swallows greedily. He wants every part of you, every noise and smell and feeling you can offer.

He tries to keep control of his hips, but he can feel his pace growing quick and sloppy. He wants so desperately to remain in control of everything, to spend the entire night giving you all of the pleasure you could stand, but you feel so good around him and he’s needed this for so very long.

He pulls back for a breath, chest heaving, and he sees your eyes have grown unfocused, your mouth still open as the spit connecting you catches the light.

“Law, yes, god, yes!” You sing like an angel. He can feel your legs growing tense as they tighten around his hips, and he’s assured to know you’re as out of control as he is. His hand reaches down, his fingers not hesitating for a second before finding your clit. His rough fingers press against you, rubbing experimentally as he tries to follow your expressions to see what way will best make you fall apart beneath him. You’re far too gone for such intense study, as every move he makes brings you closer to the edge. Your nails dig into his back, dragging down his shoulderblades, and it takes everything in him not to cum instantly. He’ll be damned if he cums before you do.

Your breath quickens as your moans turn to high pitched whines, growing louder and louder until one final thrust and rub brings you beyond the edge. You throw your head back and scream, your arms pulling him closer until your chests touch, your legs wrapping around him and locking him in place. You spasm around his cock, squeezing as though your life depends on it, and he follows soon after with the small thrusts your legs will allow him.

You collapse beneath him, boneless, as he comes as deep into you as he physically can. He falls on top of you soon after, barely catching himself on his forearms to keep from crushing you. His chest heaves as he tries and fails to catch his breath, so instead of breathing he settles for suffocating while admiring your beautiful flushed face. Your eyelids have fallen shut, your mouth letting out little puffs of air as you struggle with the same problem he is. His dreams never got this far, to the after.

It’s amazing.

You look so amazing fucked-out beneath him, a smile on your face that he’s sure you aren’t even aware is there. He could live in this moment forever, just staring at you, knowing he’s the one who made you look like this.

Even as he leans forward a little too far and a loud crack lets him know the desk is giving out beneath you.

He just barely manages to pull you on top of him so his back hits the floor instead of yours. You’re tucked into his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You stare at the desk’s remains as he stares at you, and when you laugh, his chest tightens. God, he might be more in love with you than before.

As he lifts you, watching the way your eyes sparkle as you giggle and ask how he’s going to explain the desk to the crew, he thinks he can live with some more frustrating dreams. It’ll never compare to the real thing, and he has a feeling you won’t mind him coming to you for more help in the future.

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[mytanuki-kun]

Just Between Us

- ☆ - Sanji x Reader

- ☆ - !WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT- 18+!

- ☆ - 12k

- ☆ - a/n: ♧ reposting this fic because tumblr nuked it from the tags. if you ever happened to find the original two-parter floating somewhere lmk :3 ♧ latest project — Shanks ♧

- ☆ - tags: ♧ reader is a member of the straw-hats ♧ light!voyeurism ♧ teasing ♧ fem!reader ♧ some subby!sanji and dom!reader but Sanji-kun is a true switch :3 ♧ panty sniffing ♧ begging ♧ male!masturbation ♧ cum play-ish ♧ leg fetish(?) ♧ body worship ♧ humping ♧ Sanji gets a nose bleed so there will be mentions of blood ♧ idk how else to tag this but reader teases sanji and he's a lil desperate cunt-slut ♧ never had a beta, we die like fools ♧

“Bye, guys! Stay safe!”

 Seated on Franky’s mechanical shoulders, Chopper waved back at you. His adorable laughter drifted past the treelines along with their farewells and energetic chaos fleeing towards another mini adventure. One you would not be a part of this time.

 The rest of the crew left you on board with the promise to return soon as they scoured for supplies on an inhabited island, but with the way Luffy sped away— and Nami shouted after him— you knew there wouldn’t be much hope reigning in the Captain’s excitement.

 You could trust Luffy to disrupt a plan and completely derail a simple situation. His shouts and the crew’s calls for him to slow down faded faster than the dust he left behind.

 The seconds ticked.

 You held your breath.

Standing alone, you listened intently for the silence to shatter the way you have become accustomed to— only to hear nothing but the squawk of birds resting on the mast. Undisturbed and unthreatened. Without so much as a song or laughter to burst, the ship rocked against the crystal waters of the shallow shore as you stood on the massive boat.

 The world quiet, the view serene.

 “Yes!” You let out an excited squeal, stomping your feet on the grassy deck in a silly dance of freedom and peace. “It’s finally quiet!” You shouted, laughing to yourself when no one answered you but the flaps of the wind against the furled sails above you.

 There were no shouts other than your own, no arguments or explosions— no disturbances of other people. Finally! After five weeks of non-stop excitement and open sea, you twirled, jumped and danced your butt off with no one to interrupt or insult your ridiculous display of glee because you were alone!

 “They all left, yes, yes!”

 You sang merrily, taking up space with wide arms and a beaming smile.

 You loved the straw hats. Travelling with them has been the most thrilling adventure of your life. They were amazing! Incredible, free-spirited— but sometimes, when the songs turn repetitive, and the merriment mutates into mayhem, you just want time to yourself.

 Having grown up alone, you had become accustomed to the stillness of an empty room. It was comforting, the calmness of your own company and the hyper-independence it developed. A stark contrast to the life you started with your new makeshift family, and after so long of bumping and sharing space with colourful, loud personalities, you were thankful for the chance to stretch your arms and lay on the soft grass.

 A moment to unwind, relax, and hear nothing but the waves below and revel in the tranquillity of solitude.

 “Now, iced tea on the deck or a long bubble bath?” You mused out loud, whistling while making your way to the kitchen, “or both?” You paused up the stairs.

 You sought to utilise all the time you had with maximum relaxation — with the way Luffy screamed over the odd-looking animal that stole his fruit; reading a book in the bathtub right now would guarantee no disturbances or uncomfortable attention for a while. No long lines or perverted interferences. You could take your time soaking in the warm water, and if they arrived by late dinner, they would find you already sated, happy and relaxed in the kitchen.

  Right, decisions finally made, you went back down the stairs.

 First, you needed your book back from Usopp, who swore he would finish and return yet never did, so you made your way to the boy’s quarters. They have lockers with their names, so it wouldn’t be too difficult unless he stashed it somewhere else, hopefully, the room wasn’t too messy— “Damn,” you heard someone hiss, a low voice that stopped you in your tracks, followed by inaudible murmurs that most definitely belonged to a man.

  Fuck. Just like that, your good mood died, snatching your solitude away before you had the chance to indulge in it fully.

 There was someone else here wrecking your fantasy and all the excitement of relaxing alone. No one ever said you would be guarding the ship with another person, yet the sounds of shuffling filled you with instant disappointment as you stood outside the room with the door slightly ajar.

 You eyed them carefully through the crack, peeking in to seize a glimpse of who was ruining your day of fun, only to catch a wisp of blonde hair and a streak of smoke before you heard him hum something to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket, clearly undressing.

 Oh.

 Swallowing your nerves, you spied from the slim gap through the door— watching smooth, slender hands loosen and tug on the tie around a pale neck until it slipped out and neatly folded on the dresser in front of him. 

 You paused, disappointment somehow melting as something else fluttered through your body. Something hot. Something wicked and indecent thumped an ache in your core as you watched him unbutton his top collar.

 Then the second.

 Third.

 Unwittingly, your thoughts began to drift. Obliviously slipping into a heated dream envisioning how his strong hands would feel on your hips, your waist, gripping your supple skin when he presses you into his chest. The hot wisps of smoke and spice fogging your perception when he tilts his head down to yours, lips soft and slightly parted…

 Sanji rolled his neck, popping the tension that released a low hiss from him, startling you out of the fantasy you unknowingly faded into before a sudden realisation rooted you to the spot— you were watching a man undress. 

  You were watching Sanji undress.

 You only needed your book— a simple noise or shuffle would make your presence known, but you watched Sanji rake his fingers through his hair instead and toe off his shoes, standing in the middle of the room.

 You weren’t all that sure about the layout of their quarters, considering you were usually respectful— but you could tell Sanji was closer to the beds and had a medium-sized dresser beside it with a sink and mirror in the corner. The room was spacious, bigger than the girl’s quarters, including a sofa and table in a sunken spot nestled in the middle of their room. It wasn’t as disorganised as you pictured. A lot of colourful knacks matching different aesthetics, but they all had a place that belonged to them. A piece of individuality.

 You leaned back, hoping you went unnoticed by the man who often sang for your attention— and Nami’s and Robin’s, and any pretty girl he laid his eyes on. He was shameless, obscene. Yet there you stood, watching him unwind and strip ever so slowly exposing a physique you never expected from the ship’s cook.

 The wavering sense of guilt drifted from your consciousness, fading into a vague afterthought with every second you spent gazing into the rift through the door as if it were luring you into depravity.

 You wondered why you held your breath when his humming stopped.

 Say something before—

 His tired groan flushed warmth on your cheeks as you ducked behind the frame, shamefully peering into the room and watching him finish unbuttoning his blue striped shirt with deft fingers. Gingerly unclasping the buttons one by one until the shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Over soft skin and hardened muscle.

 It was almost elegant how he shifted his cigarette with his teeth to avoid the tiny trickles of ashes from falling on his suit, then gently placed his black jacket on the bed with grace you couldn’t fathom as he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders in the same motion.

 Brightening the room, hitching your breath.

Sanji... he was beautiful.

 In a gentle sort of way, with poise, strength and a style all his own. In an amorous way that kept you fixated on his toned back. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, and the cut of his well-defined abs. In the sense that had you admiring the grace of his movements and all the years he must have spent perfecting them.

 You have watched him work while travelling with the strawhats these last few weeks. For no other reason than admiration, at the time, because you respected his power and the regency of his fighting style. But now, in the absence of stubborn rivalry and heart-eyed temptations— to glimpse the softness of his smile for yourself was like witnessing the shimmer of undisturbed water shining in the light of a spring day.

 Peaceful.

 A smile all his own, no snarky comment or perverted leer to taint the innocence or sincerity of his expression— you could only describe it as pretty.

 It had you clutching the hem of your sundress, crouching down slightly when his lithe body sauntered from your sight. Was he preparing to take a shower? Did they have their own private facilities? Or is he about to walk out and catch you and your hidden decadence for unassuming men?

 Your mind raced with questions, mixing with a perverted sort of fascination you dared not to admit, leering behind the door that hinged on the stillness of your presence.

 Sanji turned back to your frame, humming another tune that was all too familiar when music played merrily on the deck. He sounded at ease, his voice carrying through the room softer than the smoke that swirled around him.

 You bit back a smile, unintentionally slanting into the door, craving more than a slim peek into the room. deeper than a glance, especially when his hand inched towards his pants.

 His movements were effortless— if it were not for the click of the buckle and the loud snap of leather, you would have missed how he unclasped his belt with one hand and yanked it fluidly with one rough tug out of the loops.

 Fuck, that should not have been as attractive as it was, yet heat flushed anyway like it was coursing through your blood vessels, pumping your heart into a sensual beat out of its control. As much as you wanted to deny it, and turn your guilt away, it forced you to realise how difficult it was becoming to justify your presence— and even tougher to care about the intrusion of Sanji’s privacy.

 He would have done the same, right? Though Sanji would have been less conspicuous and ten times more audacious, it was still innocent for you. For now.

  “Where’s?” He mumbled before a soft aha came right after, a blue towel appearing in your field of vision. Hard muscles and a lean torso shifted through the gap, his back to you as he fiddled with something you could not see.

 Your gaze lingered, slinking down every tight ridge and exposed skin you were blessed to witness.

 There was a beauty to him you had not seen before, a tenderness to his features you only noticed now through the sliver of light. The colour on his cheeks, the tilt of his lips, the little curl of his eyebrow most people teased him for. There was something feminine about it— a spark of gentility he may have inherited from his mother, not that you knew much about that, just a softness he seemed to be blessed with.

 It was admirable how he took excellent care of his things too. Rolling his belt, setting aside his cufflinks, buffing his shoes, even hanging his shirt over the chair to be later washed and pressed— you know he did after Brook thanked him for kindly ironing his shirts as well.

 Perhaps there is more to him than silly sexual deviances. More than hazy eyes over full tits and round ass-cheeks. Sanji was diligent. Thoughtful. Tender.

 Whereas you were the deviant leaning in a little too intently now, your perverted gaze following the veins on his forearms as he stretched them above his head, emitting low groans when his back pulled tautly and the muscles constricted tight.

  You squirmed, the sounds of his groans and sighs making you clench your thighs as you watched him stretch, then admired himself in the mirror, rubbing his chin over the dark hairs you wished he wasn’t thinking of shaving. You liked the facial hair— almost as much as his ass when he leaned forward to splash some water on his face. 

 “Wait..” you murmured out loud without thinking. When did he snuff the cigarette?

 Shame filled you instantly. Sanji’s ass distracted you for too long because now he was wiping his face with a clean blue towel, droplets of water rolling down his sturdy neck before they were selfishly wiped away just when you began imagining licking it off his skin.

 You huffed, your feet planted to the floorboards, unable to speak louder than a tortured gasp while your thighs cinched to ease an unpleasant ache when he ran his hand through his hair again, with pretty blonde strands falling wet over his face. Over sweet eyes and high cheekbones.

 It was exhilarating, intrusive, and extremely impolite, yet you could not turn away or apologise for the violation, too mesmerised by the physique usually clad in lavish suits. Only witnessing a faint glimmer of the man you had never known before— lurking behind the shadow of the door frame that separated you from him and spared him from your wandering stare.

 There was a clink and a small flame before the smell of smoke wafted through the door once again. A thick cloud of vapour swirled around Sanji as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and basking in the serenity of the surrounding silence. Much like you wanted to before you became lustfully distracted, spoiling his privacy. Invading his space. That guilt you previously estranged yourself from inched back into your consciousness as Sanji sighed softly, looking every bit of the peace you intended for yourself earlier. 

 Your teeth latched on your bottom lip, nervousness churning, desire twisting into a sick delusion— your prying had to end. Even Sanji deserved the politeness of privacy.

 So, you turned to leave, determined to ignore all you had seen, just for the floorboards to creak under your weight when your feet shuffled a little too loudly.

 Your body stilled, you felt your pulse explode, and excuses and apologies were ready to spill from your trembling lips as you whipped your head back to the door— only to freeze when you caught him unbuttoning his pants.

 He stood there, shirtless, hair damp and dark pants low on his hips as the zipper rang louder than the blood rushing in your head.

 A smothered gasp escaped behind your hand, an inaudible “Oh god,” choking out beneath the pleasured grunts you heard through the wall. Sweat beaded down your temple, somehow feeling hot and sticky despite the chilling wind that ruffled your hair, tickling the flushed skin of your chest as your breathing quickened.

 He was... touching himself— idly, lazily, using the heel of his palm to rub on his crotch as it steadily grew into a heavy bulge pressing into the teeth of the zipper.

 “Fuck... ”

 You squeaked, thankfully no louder than his own low grunt.

 His teeth peaked through his smile, chuckling at something past your sight. His smile was sultry, his laugh airy. Thank God, no one could ever see the creeping blush up your neck over Sanji. Or feel the stickiness that marred your panties over the sight of his erection lewdly shaped beneath the fabric of his dark pants. The man who needed blood transfusions whenever he saw a pretty girl.

 You would have felt humiliated if you weren’t so distracted. And breathless, lightheaded, and not to mention wet.

 His ridiculousness was why you never noticed these things before, like the slenderness of his long fingers, or how his sharp jaw clenched to keep the cigarette in place— or the elegance of his strides across the room to place his shoes in the locker and hang his suit jacket before stepping into the sunken sofa.

 A new light, a new Sanji to you— a voyeuristic secret you could never confess even through the stuttered breaths of your own arousal.

  Shit, shit, shit!

 He was right there, facing you— yet unaware of the glowering eyes and thundering pulse a few feet away from him. At least, that’s what you hoped as you watched him throw his head back over the couch and rub the back of his neck tiredly— teasing you with a view of his sculptured body and the heavy tent straining against the zip of his pants.

 Fuck… he was a vision. Perhaps if he had a fraction of this elegance towards women, he would have them falling at his feet, begging for his attention— panting his name— raking your nails down his smooth chest.

 Caressing him the way your fingers unconsciously mimicked on the door as you pressed yourself against it, tits hot and heavily squished into redwood, desperate for cool relief on your flushed skin while straining to see past the hem of his pants. He was so close, yet out of reach, as you watched his hand run down his neck, gliding it on his chest sensually before grasping the chubb that had him sighing lowly into his own touch.

 “Just a little,” he groaned, rubbing on his cock lazily, as if he was convincing himself to indulge in his own pleasure, “before they come back.”

 Oh god, oh god.

 You weren’t in the right state of mind to be making decisions when every grumble and low hum of his vibrated straight between your thighs. Pooling slick in your panties that had you chewing on your bottom lip to sanctify some sanity when heated arousal rushed through your body.

 “We have time,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to tug down his pants a little more, dark blonde tufts of hair peeking through, giving himself room to breathe with his underwear sliding just beneath it. His chubb was fat and still hidden, but you could see the tip twitch with every squeeze of his abdomen, teasing himself with the friction rubbing upon his dick. “uhh, yea, please.” He moaned a sweet sound seeped in desperation, his eyes closed and hips jerking, playing his fantasy out loud, his hands clenched by his sides. “Touch me, please, I’ll be good”, he whispered, smiling as he did, a flush colouring his cheeks. “Jus’ for you, yea? All you. Pretty girl, make me so hard.” He choked the last word, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a steady breath of air before clenching it back in his teeth.

  You were a mess.

 You had to stop, turn away— breathe.

 Sanji was begging, whining to be touched as he bucked his hips, using his abs to move his cock in his pants. Edging himself in a fantasy you only hoped to be a part of— but you could never dare to interfere. Your chest heaved, nipples taut and stroking against the door, gripping the handle so it stayed put even as your legs shook from the pressure to keep you upright.

 Leave, you had to leave.

 Move your feet, release the grip on the door and shift your weight to the side.

 You manually counted your breaths, ripping your gaze from Sanji’s pleading stare.

 Leave, just leave.

 “Don't leave,” he whined, sitting upright. “at least let me watch you too, it’s only fair.”

  It was as if a wave of cold, salty, ocean water dunked on you from the way you shrieked at the sound of your own name.

 The door creaked, opening wide, betraying you by exposing the statue you had become and on the brink of collapsing from shame or even darting from his sights if you could have managed to work your knees.

 Though his eyes were free from shock or disgust, he looked almost excited. Eager. The cigarette clenched in his wide grin; hair pushed back— you could see how his eyes glowed.

 You gaped back at him, shock contorting into a dry wheeze you couldn’t control while his smile curled into a light chuckle, amused by your flustered expression.

 “Don’t leave,” he repeated, the invitation sounding almost kind coming from his lips, a charming smile hidden behind an obscene request while tugging on his pants when his hard cock pressed too tightly in its confines. “Watch me, please.”

 Sanji asked you not to leave.

 Sanji said your name while asking you not to leave— not to leave watching him masturbate.

 Your breath fell past your lips, frozen just outside the bedroom door, your blood still humming through your body. You were stuck. Mortified. No matter how many times you rephrased or repeated it in your head, you could not move or answer him in anything but a squeak. “Why?”

 “Why not?” He countered, striding towards you, bulge still prominent. “You’ve been watching me the whole time. Why stop now?”

  “No! I-I didn’t mean to—”

 He nodded teasingly, “you liked it.” Sanji snickered when you snapped your mouth shut, your denial ruined by the searing shame choking your words as he stalked closer. “I liked it too,” he said lowly, “made me so hard.”

 “I wasn’t—” you huffed, desperate to explain yourself despite the way your gaze flickered down at his chest with every pathetic stammer. “I just wanted- and then you- it’s only—”

 Sanji laughed, waving his hand dismissively with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, twirling a ring of smoke between you. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. No harm in a little peeking,” his teeth flashed prettily, excitement shining at your bashful glances towards his shapely crotch. “If you want, maybe you can make it up to me. I’d hate to tell the rest of the crew what you did.”

 “How?” You hated how timid you sounded, so you cleared your throat and stood straighter, only taking a small step back when he got closer, heart thundering and not at all bothered by his proximity. “It’s not like I’d let you watch me. I know what you’re like.”

 “Do you?”

 “Y-yes.”

 His curly brow quirked up, amusement glossing his tone, “You don’t sound so sure, dearie.”

 “I know you’ll just brag about me looking at you as if I’m some horny perv lurking around the boy’s room—”

 “But you are,” he interjected, taking a slow drag of smoke and blowing it downwind. “I wasn’t the one caught lurking—”

 “This time!” You bristled from the accusation, digging an accusatory finger at his firm, muscled chest, lingering a second too long before snapping. “You’re the one always butting in when the girls bathe. You’re the one trying to sneak a glance when we change! You’re the rude one!” You shouted, guilt clawing in your chest when all he did was smile. “I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, okay? But don’t make me out to be a pervert like you.”

 Sanji rubbed his chest sadly, palming the exact spot you touched as if he were cherishing the contact with his big hand sprawled on his own skin. “Aw, darlin’,” he cooed with a cute pout on his lips, “do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No!” you shrieked a little too quickly, “I-I mean, yes! When you—”

 “When I undress?”

“God!—”

 “When I rub my cock?”

 Your cheeks burned, a strangled whine slipping before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip, “That’s not! You—”

 “I, what?” he purred, tilting his head down again, the simmering scent of smoke tickling your lips, “you can’t even look at me in the eye, but you had no trouble watching me stroke my cock to you. Did watching me make you wet, darlin’?”

 The lie spilled in an undignified splutter, the word no holding too many syllables when you tried to say it.

 His laughter chimed in your ears, a vibrant sound that brightened his face, and though he was laughing at you, a part of you softened from the sight. Mesmerised by it.

 Pretty. Shimmering waters.

 Somehow, it helped you release a steady breath, perhaps for the first time since you discovered him. Putting you at ease and in control.

 Taking another step back, it was easier to blurt out your next half-lie. “I wasn’t watching you, I came for something.”

  “Is there any chance that thing being me?”

“There is a better chance I slap you if you don’t back the fuck up.”

  “Promise?” Sanji chuckled, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. He invaded your space again, smoke and soap stroking your senses while his hands stayed respectfully by his sides. “Wow, dirty words sound so pretty when you say it.” He tilted his chin, inching closer, lips inviting, “Say fuck again.”

 In your head, you slapped him. You pushed past his large, dominating frame, and went on your way to enjoy the bath you had planned and forget all that you have seen.

 In reality? In the sensuous bubble of arousal he encased you in— the curse tickled his lips in a low murmur. Like a pre-emptive kiss he savoured by swiping his tongue on his bottom lip just so he could taste the words you teased as an insult.

 “Again,” he pleaded, slanting you into the wooden railing. Gripping the beam. Almost chest to chest. Almost touching.

“Fuck,” you breathed, “you.”

 “Please…again..”

“Sanji—”

 “mmhh..”

“—fuck… you.”

 “Shit.” his laugh strained into a desperate husk.

 You could almost taste it. And you wanted to, to taste him that is, because you could tell he was cracking. In a singular moment, you turned the tides on him, taking the upper hand and the dominance he flexed exposing you. And like a switch, Sanji was pleading— his adams apple bobbed, lips parted, eyes blown. Not anything like the charm he exuded earlier. He sounded helpless. Distraught. Struggling against the invisible line you still held between you, yet honouring the boundary you have placed because he was still a gentleman.

 You admired that.

 Part of you— the wretched, drunk on lust part you shoved in a cage most nights to escape her fantasies— wished for him to push the waters and break the barrier. To feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His hands, his lips.

 His eyes shined instead. Hooded and sparkling a desire you mimicked with your slow breaths.

 The birds squawked above, and Sanji finally found his voice.

“Can I masturbate to you?”

 “Huh?”

“You’re so pretty, so tempting,” he said. Flexing his grip on the beam as if it were a lifeline. “I loved it when you were watching me. If you don’t want me to touch you, that’s fine. I won’t push you. But please, watch me. And I promise it will be just between us, okay?”

 You squirmed. The words of rejection faded faster than they formed while you tried not to shrink under his pleading stare. You could feel your back pressed against the rail, digging into your skin as Sanji stood tall, shirtless and strong— caging you with his hand gripping the wooden beam right by your hip. Your bodies close, breaths hot and almost in sync, yours just a little shakier as you contemplated his invitation.

 To watch him. Openly.

 Why was it so daunting with his permission? With his lust blown eyes homed in on yours. Longing for something more than your stuttered breath to brush his skin.

 Even in the open air, all you could feel was the heat raying from his bare chest and the twinge of smoke fanning around you. His arousal straining yet inches away from contact with your thigh he keeps achingly out of reach. It was just him, you, and the birds sitting on the mast, but it felt like you were locked in a steel cage with hundreds of spectators waiting on your next move.

 You couldn’t hear them above the raging waves of your own thoughts. However, it was hard to stay objective when the currents that pulsed in your blood rushed between your thighs, dousing you with a tender ache that was becoming harder to ignore.

 When you took too long to respond, his smile faded. “I’ll leave you be—”

 “Sit back down,” you commanded, pushing on his chest and smiling when he shuddered beneath your palm.

 Sanji grinned. He took your hand, your name spoken softer than any ballad as he whispered it into your skin and placed a kiss to accompany the warmth it spread. “Yes, my lady.”

 In the depths of his eyes, you fell. The world blackened and you plunged deep into his domain. Into his desires.

 Tethered only by the delicate hold he kept of your hand, you stepped into the room behind him, keeping your head up despite the nervousness that swirled within.

 The anonymity you deluded yourself into believing snapped when the door closed behind you. Sanji was freakishly deceptive. Of course, he knew. Of course, he was teasing you. But the genuine plea that shined in his eyes made it impossible to walk away.

 He looked so cute. So masculine and vulnerable at the same time. You wanted to see more of him it drove you right into the lustful fog that blanketed the space in between.

 When he released your hand, you found yourself missing the contact of his large palm clasped in yours.

 Sanji took his place back on the sofa, thighs spread, and lips parted in breathless excitement. But before anything else happened, he snuffed his bud in the ashtray in front of him. “You can walk away any time you want, sweetheart. No hard feelings or awkwardness, okay?”

 Your shoulders visibly relaxed, unaware they were ever tense, but it made you smile anyway. Grateful for the reminder and the familiarity of his gentlemanly deference.

 “I know,” you give him a genuine smile, “just between us, yeah?”

“Of course, darlin’.” His smile mirrored yours like the glimmering waters they are modelled after. Putting you at ease and in control once again when he affirms; “Just between us.”

 With a deep breath— you cooled your expression, while his eyes shined as an air of apathy befell around you.

 There was no turning back from this, and as you stood there, shielded from the cooling wind and the anchoring weight of the door you once hid behind, you realised that you truly didn’t want to.

 You were inside.

 You had his attention. You could watch him— Sanji, undress, and pleasure himself without anything obstructing your view or fixate on the shame twisting in your gut this time because he invited you in. Led you by the hand while you pretended the contact didn’t ignite anything.

 That the warmth of his hand clasped in yours didn’t buckle your knees when you stepped over the threshold. Or that you could still feel the brush of his lips on your fingers.

 You could continue pretending none of it mattered because this was just a game, and you were good at playing games. You could play this one with him too.

 “Sit back,” you ordered after finally finding your voice, “—and show me what you were doing.”

 “Fuck,” his hands fumbled.

 His excitement forced you to chew on your bottom lip to surpass a snicker. It was endearing, but you held onto your indifference like a vice. You were looking forward to seeing him unravel.

 “Keep—” he swallowed thickly. “Keep talking to me like that.”

“Like what?” you watched him palm his cock through his pants again, his erection growing harder with the new stimulation beneath his hand. “Tell you how I like to watch pretty boys touch themselves?”

 “uhh-ha,” Sanji choked softly. “You think I’m pretty?”

 You crossed your arms, smirking when his attention locked on to the swell of your breasts curving over the top of the dress, flashing delectable skin that had him swiping his tongue hungrily. “I think you’re a little pathetic,” you shrugged, “and predictable.”

 His lip tilted. “I guess I just can’t help myself.”

“Hmm, well, you can have a little more decorum, though. Be a little less obvious too.”

 He chuckled airily. “Not when I’m stroking my cock to you, darlin.”

 Sanji shifted slightly, dragging his pants down lower and exposing more of the dark blonde trail that led past his waistband. Taunting you with a flash of skin you couldn’t turn away from. “Want to see how hard just looking at you makes me?”

 A smile peeked through despite your best efforts. “I can see well enough from here.”

 “That’s not what it looked like before,” he teased, cupping his balls through the fabric. “I thought you might fall through the door from how far you leaned in trying to sneak a peek.”

 “I wasn’t—”

“I thought we were passed the bashful lies, sweetheart?”

 You peered down at him through your lashes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck from his sultry gaze.

 Neither of you said another word for a minute as the room filled with Sanji’s breathy sighs. He was using his abs again, clenching them and bucking his hips to rub his cock against his pants. The friction making him grip the sofa. His lips part.

 Your thighs cinched watching his reddened tip slip through when his pants slid further down. He looked wrecked already. Pearly dribbles of pre-cum smeared over his abs, trickling over the toned lines and ridges with every jerk of his hips, adding a lewd sheen to his skin as the rise and fall of his chest quickened.

 Just standing there stumbled whines from his throat, you wondered about the sort of sounds he would make into your neck.

 “Sanji”. His gaze snapped up. “Use your thumb for me,” you said softly. “Rub on your slit, I want to see your tip get sensitive.”

 “Sh-it, like this?”

“Good boy.”

 He moaned.

“Oh,” you grinned. “You like that, huh?”

 Sanji nodded timidly, his blush darkening when his control slipped. He didn’t mean to confess such a kink, but the way you purred the praise sent shockwaves up his spine. Made his cock twitch, hand tremble.

 “I like how you talk to me,” he confessed lowly. “Your voice, how it sounds when you say my name. How you lower your tone, or your breath catches when I groan— fuck. It drives me crazy.”

 You hummed playfully, nibbling on your bottom lip when he canted his hips into his hand rhythmically. Now completely free from the confines of his slacks, his cock stayed caged in his fist, his shaft long and slender throbbing with a hue that matched his cheeks as pre-cum slicked loudly, coating his fingers in its sticky mixture while you stood there ignoring the wetness soaking your own panties.

 “You look desperate already, Sanji-kun.” You teased lightly, hiding your hands behind your back so he couldn’t see you dig your nails into your palms. “Do you like being watched that much? I can see you leaking, your cock is so wet, and we’ve just started. Are you going to cum so soon? That’s sort of pathetic, don’t you think?”

 “I can’t help it,” he groaned, damp blond strands falling over high cheekbones. “It’s like your eyes set me on fire. Igniting everything that sits under my skin, burning me through, it feels so good, it almost hurts. Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t imagine what would happen if you touched me. Your hands on my chest, your sweet lips on my neck. If you so much as leaned into me, letting me breathe in your scent, uhh-shit- I’m ashamed to admit I might cum untouched.” His throat constricted, seizing his words into a tortured rasp. “Darlin’, for my sake, for my sanity, you have to stay back and let me just watch. Let me look at you and imagine all the ways you’d set me alight with just a kiss.”

“Would you let me?” you asked breathlessly. “Kiss you, I mean.”

 “Oh, in a heartbeat.”

“Even if you’d gush blood and pass out?” you couldn’t help the giggle.

 “Even if it were my last,” Sanji groaned desperately. “To kiss you would be the end of me, and I would pray they’d bring me back so I can do it again.”

 Your chest tightened hearing the affection hidden beneath his moans.

 There were deep crescent shapes in your palms now, the skin reddened and pinched from your efforts to maintain even an ounce of control, but the sting paled in comparison to the drum of your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. Rattling the bars of your sanity the longer you stood in his presence.

 Sanji looked at you as if— as if he would never see the light again.

 With awe, longing, and something close to anguish when the light shines further away from him. As something beyond his reach yet to be cherished and marvelled at all the same. To be revered. Desired. Loved but never possessed because it wasn’t his place to assert his will, but to bask in the warmth the light spread.

 It was intoxicating, and he was unravelling faster than you anticipated.

 You could tell from how he thumbed the thin veins forking along his length, how pre-cum spilled over his fingers, pooling at the base of his cock and how his chest heaved that he was chasing a fast-approaching release that had him stuttering your name past his lips— involuntarily rising heat all the way to the tips of your ears.

 Sanji was too erratic. Too frenetic.

 Moaning and thrusting and rolling his wrist over and over his shaft so fast, it was a wonder he remained conscious. He looked unbalanced. A sort of frantic that reminded you of all the times he over-excited himself and exploded into a fit leaving him comatose and bloodied.

 You had to slow him down, to set the pace for now only to have him moan in a melody of salacious cries later on, and then bend him into a rhythm only your pulse can match.

 At your mercy, your control.

 In a way that wouldn’t end with the rest of the crew returning to find Sanji dead on the floor seeped in his own cum and blood. This is exactly how this was heading if you let him continue down this path.

 Whining incessantly while fucking his tight fist in faster strokes, his teary gaze seared straight into your core, almost certain you could feel the warmth of his touch from across the room as you fought the urge to squirm and find the power to bark:

  “Stop.”

 The command shot straight through him. Snapping him at attention like a stinging whip on his back.

 His jaw ticked. Veins pulsed.

 Sanji’s rigid composure would have been comical if his erection hadn’t slapped against his stomach. Angry red and swollen with need, it looked almost painful, especially with the way his brows twisted miserably as he panted heavily glowing with sweat and desperation.

 “Breathe.”

 When he inhaled a wheezing, sharp breath— you shook your head, instructing him to go slower. Calmer. Until his shoulders laxed and his throat swallowed a decent gulp. “Good boy, just breathe for me.”

 Sanji nodded meekly, even managing a smile as he clenched and unclenched his hands on his knees, wiping off the gooey, sordid evidence of his arousal in quiet shame.

 You observed him critically, assessing his mental and physical state and deeming him a little untethered. As if he were floating, glassy-eyed and adrift in his own mind until enough deep breaths grounded him back to your focus. You watched him come to grips with things— his attention shifting to his pants bunched at his thighs, to his cock standing full mast, to the hot air suffocating the room.

 Sanji sighed wistfully, threading his trembling hand through his sweaty bangs and out of his face, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” you asked gently. “I just can’t have you passing out on me before things really get started.”

 It took him a moment to find his voice again. His throat was dry despite the wetness clinging to his skin.

 “Sorry. I’m just— I’m so hard,” he chuckled weakly. “Can’t, uhh— I can’t imagine what you might think of me right now. How ridiculous and pathetic I might look being so— so enamoured by you.”

 You shrugged to lighten the mood. “I always assumed you were a two-minute man, but I won’t tell anyone.”

 The laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes as he flexed his fists, actively avoiding the erection pulsing against his stomach, or the truth of his blinding lust and the dizzying spell it held over him.

 “I thought I could— I thought I had more control, like when we were on the deck.” Sanji said sullenly, vaguely aware of the festering insecurities. “It was exciting being the one to tease you, to look down at a beautiful woman like you and make her flustered. Being so close to you was- it was so hot, electric even— but having you watch me right now in that commanding tone is ten times more intense. It’s addicting— it’s also humiliating and thrilling all at once. I feel so contorted and … I’m embarrassed to admit how far I’m willing to let you break me”. He confessed shyly.

 “Sanji…”

 “But that somehow turns me on even more. It’s just… you’re so beautiful”. Sanji whispered gravelly, “It’s just not fair what that does to me.”

 “It’s okay,” you released your own shaky inhibitions with a slow exhale and offered a tilted smile, warmth tickling your cheeks upon his conviction. “I like seeing you this way. It was fun on the deck, how dominating you were teasing me. But right now, your eyes shine and it’s really flattering.” You smirked playfully, “Pretty boys like you look best when they’re sweaty and desperate.”

 Sanji’s blush was much more obvious than yours, his fair complexion making every inner thought radiate through his skin, but he stayed quiet for a few seconds, his smile strained.

 “Be honest with me. If-if I hadn’t said anything, would you have walked away without a word afterwards?”

 You thought about it for a moment, stunning him with your impassive gaze towards his raw vulnerability.

 There was a touch of wistfulness in it— in the tenderness of his question making it clear that your answer would mean more to him than simply feeding his ego— he needed to feel desirable, worthy— so with a wicked idea, you took those steps forward to bridge the gap between you and relished when his chest hitched visibly as you stood planted between his open thighs.

 You pulled him back from the edge, only so you could push him down yourself.

 You were so close he could reach out and touch you now if he wanted, his leg could press against yours. His arm could brush your thigh and call it an accident, or he could even brazenly drag you into his lap to finally feel relief on his aching cock. It wouldn’t even take much strength on his part, to grab you by the arm and yank you into his awaiting heat. Your body warm and pressed against his. Flushed and tight.

 But as you peered down at him— his lashes wet, face burning, pre cum glistening. Hands stilted on his knees as he inhaled your scent so deep it filled his chest— you know Sanji would never cross that line, not without permission.

 You felt powerful in that fact. In the knowledge that you could break a man as powerful as him with a caress, a word. A kiss.

 “Yes. I would have walked away,” you confessed firmly. When his expression fell, you bent down at the waist, the words brushing on his lips. “But I would have paid extra close attention to you.”

 His mouth fell open, your name almost coherent in the pitiful whimper that escaped disguised as a breath. Yet he still managed to smile despite the blood rushing to his head. “Sweet God, you’re cruel.”

“And you’re shaking.”

 He was.

 Already unsteady and trembling to keep himself upright. To stay conscious and not let his vision completely glaze over as white spots danced across your face, sparkling you in a tantalising light he fought to keep in his sights even if it muffled his other senses when your scent enveloped him too. Erotically feminine and something so distinctly you his pulse ticked beneath his jaw.

 “More, please..”

“mhmm— you have to open your eyes and look at me, Sanji-kun. I might get sad and walk away if you don’t.”

When he finally opened them, you were blessed by the sight of shimmering tears glossing wide, love filled pupils.

 “y’know…” you sighed, fighting the warmth spreading between your thighs, “watching you made me realise something.”

 “What?”

 “That there are layers to you, and I liked discovering them.” The noise he made resembled a strangled animal when you brushed your thumb over his soft cheek. “Your patience, tenderness, diligence, I never paid it any special attention until today. How you take care of your things, how gentle your hands are— I never thought you would be so…” you swiped your tongue upon his bottom lip. “Beautiful.”

 “Fuck..” his eyes rolled. A full body shudder raked down his back this time, prickling every fibre etched in his being and ultimately triggering sensitive blood vessels in his nose to pop suddenly as spurts of cum pre-emptively dribbled out of his tip.

 You giggled. “Are you okay, Sanji-kun?”

you watched him shake his head inaudibly, hips humping the air for much needed relief as the blood trickled down his nose in slow drips. Almost mimicking how his cock drooled obscenely.

 He wouldn’t last much longer like this. Every muscle, nerve and vein burned to keep himself tethered to the seat. “More, I beg you. T-talk to me more, ‘m so close..”

 His plea sounded hoarse even to his own ears, but it made you smile all the same.

 “I think,” you trailed off, flickering your eyes to his lips, then wiping off the blood gently. “I would have paid attention to your laugh.”

 That sobered him a little bit, the confusion furrowed his brows.

 “You looked at ease, even though you were teasing me. I liked hearing you hum, chuckle, seeing you smile. You looked relaxed. There was something attractive about it, I can’t quite explain how much I enjoyed seeing that, even before you unzipped your pants. I think I was a little enamoured by you.”

 His expression glowed. “R-really?”

 You nodded earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Sanji. That’s why I was watching you, why I had to walk away cause it made me feel guilty to see you so … unguarded.”

 “I—”

“Do me a favour,” you cupped his jaw with a warm palm, “don’t pass out.”

 Before he could reply, Sanji tasted heaven.

 It was the slightest touch on his lips, barely a kiss, hardly a brushstroke, but it was enough to hear something akin to an angel’s song as he was bathed in a white light.

 Or …

 His eyes rolled so far back, his vision became discoloured, and the sound he heard was a high-pitch whine that tore through his own throat and reverberated in the room.

“On your knees.”

 Sanji collapsed, gasping and quaking on his hands and knees as if he’d been fighting for his life. Which, in a way, he really was. Fighting to keep some blood in his system that hadn’t already poured into his cock or down his nose when the heat coiling in his belly burned that much hotter from your kiss. Scorching him, blistering the goosebumps that prickled along his flesh making him hypersensitive and numb all at once— numb to the sounds outside this room, hypersensitive to your every move. And if anyone were to find him like this— no, he didn’t care. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from, even if it ripped him apart, and he’d be damned if anyone came to ruin it now.

 Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of you, of your sweet gloss and plump lips and dizzying scent— but when he reached to fist his cock to the memory of you pressed against him— Sanji couldn’t stop himself from keening loudly when your foot pushed his hand away.

 “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, cutie’.”

 “What can I do?” Sanji quivered up at you pleadingly. “I’ll do anything, please. Oh please, please tell me what to do for you, darlin’.”

 “Take off my shoes.”

 You lifted your right leg for him, offering up your foot clad in the strappy sandal and watched him inhale sharply through his nose.

 “I—” his adams apple bobbed as he sat back on his heels, “I can touch you?”

 This was a test, a prank. You were only playing with him. the kiss was enough to kill him, and your smile was too sinful to be sincere, but he prayed, nonetheless. Pleaded and hoped and then choked on his own spit when you nodded firmly.

 “Yes, but only my legs. And if you’re a good boy, I’ll give you something better.”

 Sanji nodded heartily, murmuring his thanks and gratitude for the opportunity presented to him, his voice carrying a thick layer of emotion he didn’t have the sense to evaluate for this blessing. Only knowing the relief he felt when your bare skin pressed against his, whispering the praises into the cleft of your ankle— his lips brushed a chaste kiss, a sweet touch that could only be seeped with devotion.

 You wouldn’t have heard it at all if it weren’t breathed into your skin, ardently sincere like the last prayer whispered by the helpless. So, in an act of mercy, you brushed his hair back and tilted his head up towards you, holding him delicately as if he’d shatter by your hands. Which you were fully capable of doing— but you presented him the tenderness of your smile instead, verbalising your consent and letting it flow soothingly between you.

 He took a few seconds to stabilise himself, though even with your permission, Sanji’s touch felt shaky against your skin as if he was unsure about your words or his own strength to maintain consciousness, but he did anyway. Willed himself with the strength to harden his spine and indulge in his deepest desires. Just this once, while you still graced him with it.

 His hands were warm, soft, and gentle. Everything like the man they belonged to as Sanji stroked your leg sensually, starting from your knee all the way down to your ankle. His long fingers pressing and squeezing the supple skin beneath his palms, curving along your plump flesh pulling quiet sighs you didn’t bother to hide that he drank in greedily, relishing in your pleasure as if it was pierced straight into his vein.

 “y’so beautiful,” Sanji groaned into your leg. “I can’t believe—” he shook his head, ridding himself of the doubt that plagued him before dragging his lips along your calf as his fingers fiddled with the strap that wrapped around you. Achingly slow and deliberately unhurried. “You’re so soft, it’s incredible. Even your legs are gorgeous.” he spoke as if thorns were scraping his throat, every word coming out in a low rasp filled with need. “Every part of you sets me on edge,” he continued, his kisses following where the straps once curled, “— as if I’m holding on by my fingertips, and the only thing that keeps me from breaking— from plummeting and colliding into the ground is you.” He slipped your shoe off and placed it gently to the side, your foot now bare, then moved on to the other leg and gave it the exact same treatment. “But… its also like you’re waiting for me at the bottom, ready to unearth me and giggle as you dust off the dirt from my shattered bones.”

 You feel his kiss on your ankle again, a breathy sigh tickling your flesh as you swallowed your nerves. “What if I am? I like you beneath me.”

 “I don’t mind,” he replied easily. He held you up carefully, his grip firm yet tender as he kneaded the taut muscle, every caress and gentle stroke pooling desire deep in your core. “If it were anyone else, I would have done what I usually do by making a fool of myself as soon as the rest of the crew left.” The heat of his stare was almost unnerving. “But it was you, and I never felt more compelled to fall.”

 Fuck.

 You lost your resolve, and your expression softened with a laugh that fluttered out like the butterflies tickling your chest. “You shouldn’t look so attractive with your cock so wet, Sanji-kun. It’s unfair, and hard to remain impassive when you look so beautiful desperate for me.”

 “I’m sorry, darlin’.” He laid his cheek against your leg, exhaustion weighing him. “We can stop”, he offered sincerely. This momentary pause gave him the clarity he needed, the fog inhibiting his senses cleared enough to think. Though his cock still ached, there was a layer of calm settling too. Your comfort important to him above all else. “You’ve done more than enough for me,” Sanji pressed another kiss to your knee, your shoe accompanying its twin on the floor, “more than I could have hoped for already. It won’t take much for me to finish on my own. You were wonderful, darlin'.”

 “You would stop, just like that?”

 “Of course,” Sanji affirmed candidly, his eyes kind. “Like I said, I would do anything for you. My pleasure is secondary.”

The words hung in the air, but your plan was still in motion.

 “Tell me, then. What would happen if I touched right…here.”

“Ahh-uhh!”

 “Does it hurt?” you cooed sickeningly sweet. “hmm, from your expression it looks like you’re enjoying it a little too much.”

 He bobbed his head frantically, blonde hair flailing with the movement, your devious plan wrecking him immediately. “Ye-es, in the-uhh best way, angel. Fu-uuck, I-I can’t believe you’re tou-ching me like this.”

 “Yeah? y’like it that much?” you laughed airily. “Your balls feel soft on my foot, all rounded and heavy.” Lifting your leg up higher, you rubbed your leg on his length, sliding it up and down, skin to skin, until those salacious moans spilt from his mouth in loud cries. “wow, it’s’warm and wet from all the pre you were leaking earlier, too. How gross.”

 “Oh-oh, god, pl-ease, sweet darlin’. Fuck-ngh!”

 You hummed delightedly, watching his cheeks blossom into another sweet blush, his eyes glazing over immediately as Sanji shuddered and keened beneath you with the familiar scent of desperation clouding the room in a thicker layer. A potent, charged atmosphere that had you panting as you watched Sanji unravel once again in the short time you had him under your command— your plan a success.

 “You’re dripping all over again.” you teased with another slow drag of your foot, his balls resting on top while his shaft twitched upon your shin. “Look at how your pretty cock leaks! All red and cute! So much cum, I’m surprised you haven’t squirted.”

  “ohh-ahh, sw-sweetheart don’t be me-eean!”

 “I’m not!” you insisted through unfiltered giggles. “Look at you, humping my leg! Gettin’ yourself all worked up from just touching me, you’re so cute, Sanji-kun.” Your laughter seized as you clicked your tongue, faux disgust colouring your tone as you rolled your foot over his long shaft, collecting the stringy wetness that drooled from his tip on your toes. “Tsk, your cock is makin’ a dirty mess all over my leg, though. Could you be anymore pathetic?”

 “’m so’rry,” he squirmed. “Ca-an I clean it uhh-up?”

  You leered down at him, “only if you use your mouth, pretty.”

 Sanji licked long strokes along your leg, collecting the sticky essence that spit from his tip the harder he rolled his hips. Swallowing his own dirty arousal while fervently grinding his cock along the curve of your leg with no sense or rhythm, only following the lust you stoked within him, stumbling moans, hitching his whines. Begging and squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, but you saw them anyway.

 You saw everything. How his chest concaved with every breath he took, how his balls pulled tight on your foot, how deeply and utterly he was at your mercy.

 It filled you with pride. Along with a dark sense of satisfaction you couldn’t quite place to have Black-leg Sanji— bounty over a billion berries, the left wing of the future king of the pirates— whinging and coating your skin with his arousal.

 And you had one more trick up your sleeve. One that could possibly kill him, but you wanted to push the boundaries.

  See how far you could bend him before he snapped.

 “You can’t cum yet,” you sang cheerily, weaving your fingers through his hair again. “You have to be good for me, okay?”

 “Fuu-uk, ‘m tryin’!” Sanji cried out, his last threads of control almost slipping from his grasp, stitch by stitch, seam by seam, but he gripped them tighter in his fists, and fiercely blinked away the fog misting his vision just to have the chance to gaze upon your smile for a little while longer. “I wo-on’t, jus’ for you. Cause you-you asked.”

 “Good boy. Now, tell me you like it.” you gave his hair a firm tug, directing focus to his bucking hips. “Tell me how much your cock aches, how hard it is, how much you love touching me.”

 Sanji shuddered, another frantic nod dizzying his vision as he jerked his hips harder. “I do! So-so much”, he hiccupped. “I lo- ohhh, uhh, yes!— I love you touch-in’ me. Teasin’ me, makin’ a mess of me-eee— ahh, shit! Tou-uch me, please, fuck! Please, I love it— love your eyes, your voice, your touch. I’ll die, ohh, god-oh god, lemme jus’ die like this, it’s oka-ay if it’s you. For you, all you, fuck-fuck!”

 “I think you deserve your reward now, Sanji-kun.”

 Sanji snapped his head up, his hips stilting. “This-this isn’t the reward?” how could it not be? He was touching you, kissing your body, smearing his cock all over your pretty leg. What could be better than this?

 You pulled back from him, and slowly, painfully slow, deathly slow, you lifted the hem of your dress.

 He first saw your thighs, thick and supple, making him swipe his tongue along his bottom lip just imagining the taste of your sweat, of the grooves of your cellulite.

  your dress lifted higher, and his hands flexed, picturing squeezing on the squishy flesh and feeling it fill his palms and pudge out against his fingers where he couldn't quite grasp.

 This was the reward, yes? Pretty, coloured thick thighs he’d be happy to touch, to worship with hips he could sink his teeth into, full and curved and beautifully rounded.

 But your hand lifted higher. Higher. Until he ascended so high he heard the angel’s song again, welcoming him to paradise.

 “Sanji, you’re shaking an’ whining loudly.”

 Was he?

“Wipe the blood first… good boy. Come here, it’s’okay,” you tugged him closer, his face inches away from your panties. “You’ve been so good, I thought you might like to ...” your cheeks burned, “To touch.”

  He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench earlier. That had you sighing and chewing on your bottom lip as he chased his own pleasure. The arousal that allowed him this far with you, coating your pink panties and, fuuck.

 You-your panties… they— they had the cutest bow on it. right above your mound and the lewd wet patch he ached to… “Did-did you say touch?”

 You nodded, tugging him closer by his hair. “I won’t take off my panties, but I don’t see why you can’t use them to get yourself off, just this once. It’s what you always wanted, right?”

 What he always wanted.

 “Are… are you sure?”

 What he always wanted and prayed and dreamed and lusted after— but he had to make sure. To know this is what you wanted. Sanji couldn’t— he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if it weren’t your desire too. Even if he was seeing double and the room tilted on its axis or his blood pooled on the floorboards more than his own body, he wouldn’t be able to stand again without hearing you say—

  “Sanji-kun, touch me.”

 You tugged him closer, cooing your affirmations, stroking his hair. Going slow and speaking so softly, he wondered if you were talking to him at all.

 “It’s okay,” you purred, your eyes gentle. “You can use me to cum. I want to see you cum for me.”

Use you?

His brows knitted. That didn’t sound right.

Use.

 Use.

Use?

 That word felt wrong, dirty. Even in his inebriated, lust-filled fog, Sanji knew that it wasn’t right. That it was tactless. That you deserved better than that.

 “I don’t— I don’t want to ever use you.” he husked. Just saying the word made his stomach churn, and though his limbs felt heavy, he lifted himself a little taller on his knees. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”

 Sanji’s sudden coherency surprised you when he was trembling moments before, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his tone, and you could only stare— awed, heated and incredibly wrecked with the emotions he stirred. Yet rather than replying, your grip on him tightened, a challenge tilting your brow, waiting to see what move he’d make with the offer you raised.

 “Okay… oh-okay, ‘m gonna touch you now, darlin’.”

 With all the strength he could muster, Sanji pushed forward and inhaled deeply, pressing his nose in your crotch, and filling his lungs until the only air that could possibly flow through him was you. “Ohh, fuck.” Sanji groaned, the sound vibrating on your most intimate parts, pulling deep from his throat, and sounding nothing short of sinful that had you keening lowly in response.

 “Oh, fuck- oh fuck, darlin’ you’re a dream.” He murmured into your cunt, his words bleeding back to babble as he breathed in long and deep. It was intoxicating, the heady scent of your pussy. Driving him mad, sick, practically delirious by the slick that marred your panties, creating the most dazzling patch of arousal right in the middle. Oh fuck, his tongue immediately began lapping at the damp fabric caging your plump lips. “Fuck!”

 You choked on a moan. “Is that all you can say?”

 Sanji shook his head, his hands finding your full-figured hips and squeezing, eliciting a low mewl with the fat filling his palms and bulging out at the sides just how he pictured it. “Fuck!” he grunted again into your cunt; his mouth muffled but his shouts reverberated from the intensity that shook him at the core. “Fuck-fuck!”

 You huffed out a chuckle. “Sweetie, if it’s too much for you—”

 He couldn’t hear you. Sanji held you tighter, drew you closer into his open mouth, his jaw slack, muscles taut, cock aching— but it was a sensation he could ignore while his tongue messaged and rolled and lapped at your clothed cunt. Dragging along your labia over and over until it wettened enough to slip his tongue down the seam of your pussy, spreading it to finally circle your pulsing clit and suck, the fabric damp with a lewd mixture of slick and saliva as your whimpers rang loud.

 “Fu-uhh, shit, you taste so goo’ fo’me”, his words were gruff, his mind addled— Sanji couldn’t focus past your cunt, your scent, not when it wafted through him and settled deep in his abdomen— twisting lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling on the floor.

 “Sa-anji! Fuck, hmm, keep-keep going!”

 He groaned, digging his fingers into your hips and shoving you harder into his mouth. “Su’ch a pretty cunt, shit-fuck.” He held you firmly, his strength unrelenting even as you swayed, letting you writhe on his face. “Darlin’, sweet girl, sweet sweet cunt, uhh, y’make my cock hurt so-so much. Make me so hard, so dizzy. All you, shit-shit. Uhh-uhh, s’wet fo’me. Tha’ank you. thank y-you, than-k you.”

 You moaned for him, and the sound of it tingled his spine, acutely aware of the sharp tugging on his scalp, but Sanji paid the rest of it no mind. He was touching you, licking your pussy through your pretty panties, inhaling your arousal, making you moan.

 Making you cry his name, making you wet.

 And he answered it all with low hums and deep grunts of praises, thanking you fiercely, his devotion syphoning from every breath as if you poured into him yourself.

 Sanji flickered his tongue on your clit, alternating between soft and hard strokes that had you grinding your hips on his tongue, and he revelled in it while your pussy rewarded him by staining your panties with sticky fluids he drank greedily. Devouring your cunt with his whole face, bumping his nose into your clit, his chin wet, cheeks flushed.

 “Imma cum!” you tried to warn him, to stave off the flutter in your belly and not embarrass yourself by cumming so soon, but his touch, his tongue— even with the panties in the way it only added to the friction. To the burn flooding over your body from the moment you discovered him. You squirmed, rocked, and sighed as the coil tightened in your belly— a sensation so intense you attempted to cinch your thighs, but Sanji pinched your hips, pulling you apart for him, ignoring your pleas.

 Holding you closer, grunting praises, flattening his tongue, pressing hard until you came with a loud cry.

 “Su’ch a goo’girl, so good for me. that’s it, lemme clean that up for you, darlin’.”

 Sanji lapped at your cunt, your panties ruined and almost dripping from your release that he swallowed as best he could before you ripped him off with a harsh tug.

 “Stand,” you panted harshly. Your balance was shoddy, but you stood firm, yanking the man to his full height, and wrapped your fist around his cock. Gently tugging on his flushed sex in quick strokes. “Cum for me.”

 Sanji curled into your touch, white-hot and just barely keeping himself standing with a hard grip on your hips— he slumped into your chest, fucking into your hand chaotically. “I-I didn’t— y-you. Uhh, fuck!”

 “What is it?”

 Tears stung his waterline. “I di-idn’t clean u-uhh, ahh, mmm, I wanted— wanted to clean you u-uhp.” He cried out, fidgeting in your grasp, his cock overly sensitive and shamefully drooling all over your wrist. He wanted to be strong, to make you cum and slump on his chest, but Sanji could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. He felt airy, foggy, every sensation felt like it was dolled up to ten and he couldn’t find the strength to keep standing.

 And it hurt, fuck, his cock hurt. His balls hurt, his chest hurt, breathing hurt— it ended up as short gasps and high-pitch whines into your neck until you brushed your thumb over his slit and Sanji saw stars.

 “ahh! Im-imma cum! ‘mma cu-uuh, fuck-fuck!”

 “It’s okay, sweet boy,” you jerked him firmly with one hand and pulled down the bow of your panties, exposing your plump mound. “Cum right here, I wan’ feel you cum on me.” you slipped his tip between your pussy lips, a low, wet, squelching noise added to his moans now.

 To yours and the raunchy sounds that swirled in between.

 “Sweet-sweetheart!” Sanji squeaked, bucking his hips widely, your pussy smearing wet kisses all over his cock. Hot and squishy and so so delicious his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, surging and pulsing and dousing him with a pleasure that raked a voiceless cry— splatting his cum in your panties and slathering your slit with gooey, icky glops of his release. Your panties filled with both stains of arousal.

“Good boy.” your kisses feathered over his rapid pulse, the praises almost as gentle as your lips. “Such a good boy, shh. I got you, hun.”

 Sanji held you close, shivering through his climax, pitifully cowering his face into the warm crook of your neck until his cries settled into cute whimpers and the spots misting the corners blended into colours he could actually see.

 “Shh, you did so well, cutie.” You stroked his back, unbothered by the sweat clinging to his skin or the sticky, hot mush that was caged to your cunt. the latter tingling the nerves of your spine in an addictive way. “That felt amazing.”

 “Ye-yea?”

“Yes, hun.”

 There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, then shuffling of clothes, and suddenly, Sanji was seated back on the sofa, but the comforting weight of your plush body sat on top of him too. He liked it, it was grounding. Safe.

 Sanji held you tight, his strong arms locking you in place over his lap. Your bodies hot and tempering down ever so slowly in each other’s embrace.

 There’s was a gentle hum in the room, or maybe it was your voice, tenderly washing over him as Sanji came to grips with his body again. With the heat, the sweat and throb of arousal cooling into a low ebb in his abdomen. With the reality that you both stood in and your roles in it. But he couldn’t bring himself to care of anything else but you curling in his lap.

 You smelt nice, you played with his hair and hummed in his ear, and you felt so… so good in his arms.

 “Thank you.” he croaked after a while. Feeling satiated and satisfied sinking into your embrace, Sanji could do nothing else but whisper his thanks into your lips over and over, his kiss filled with all the gratitude of an answered prayer. “Thank you for this, for holding me. I don’t know when it got so out of hand.”

You smirked, patting his chest playfully, hoping he did not notice how your heart soared as you attempted to joke. “probably as soon as I agreed to this little game.”

 This time, Sanji’s smile beaned wide, pretty teeth shining bright. “I just can’t help myself, darlin.” he nuzzled into your cheek, savouring the intimacy. “I told you what would happen if you got too close.”

 You laughed softly, “I suppose I was warned.” You shifted in his lap, straddling him now instead with the gooey mixture flushed hot in your panties, squishing against your achy clit, it made you breathless. Eager. “If you’re a good boy—”

His stomach flipped excitedly.

 “—Maybe we’ll play again.”

 Sanji shuddered, his smile waning as his lips parted cutely. “Don’t tease me. I—”

 “SANJI! OI! I GOT THIS BIG FISH! IT HAS TWO HEADS CAN WE EAT IT?!”

“Oi, Shitty-brow! I found this buried sword, lemme cut you with it!”

 You stifled the laughter behind your hand, the cutest frown scrunching his face from their untimely interruption. Even so, you began moving to crawl off his lap before the other straw hats walked in with their treasures, but Sanji gripped your wrist, his pleading stare shooting familiar sparks in your core.

 “Promise we’ll do this again?”

You smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss only to swipe your tongue upon his bottom lip, “Yes, and it will stay just between us.”

 Sanji blushed, savouring the taste of you on his own tongue. “Yea, of course. Just between us, darlin’.”

 This time, you stood up to leave, but not without one final look over your shoulder, “just like your cum soaking my panties right now.”

 You quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could notice, twirling your shoe as the sound of a heavy thud crashed behind you and the boys shouts followed shortly after.

 “WOW! So much blood! Was there a fight?! Are they still here?! I wanna fight!”

 “LUFFY N-NO THAT—”

 “EW SHITTY BROW! WAKE UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT YOU PERV—”

// - tysm for the support! hopefully the tags will hold up this time:333 please do not repost or translate my stories.

[killeraide]

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT LUFFY OR LAW WITH APHRODISIACS????💗💗💗

The Role of a Trip Sitter

First of all THANK YOU!! Every little nice comment truly means the world to me! I chose Law bc we’re big on Law fics here :p I get the feeling this won’t be the last time I use this prompt lol

Pairing: stoner!Law x female!reader

Summary: Law smokes an interesting drug, and it’s your role as trip sitter to help him through it.

CW: aphrodisiacs, sex under the influence, male masturbation, getting caught, dry humping, (kinda) impact play, dirty talk, unprotected sex, also a little fluff towards the beginning and end, awkward convos at the end too

WC: 3.2k

*** MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ***

Smoke rolls through the air as Law lets out a deep exhale.

“Whatcha smokin’ today?” You ask, lazily flipping through your magazine.

“Some plant native to yesterday’s island. Locals say this type has a strong body high,” Law replies, voice husky with smoke. You had been Law’s unofficial smoking buddy for the past few weeks now, even if you yourself didn’t participate. Usually Law tries new plants and variations of plants, and you keep him company, reading off fun facts from local books and magazines. This had become a little tradition for the two of you. Normally, you both would sit in silence, camped out in his office away from the rest of the crew. This was your peace and quiet from the others and this was Law’s most recent attempt at “being more adventurous”. You were the one he trusted most as a trip sitter, especially with your vast knowledge of plants. It was a win-win for the both of you.

Law leans forward in his chair, coughing a bit, “yeah, this one’s got a bite to it.”

“The smell is very sweet. I’d almost think you sprayed perfume in the air.”

“Taste is much different,” Law replies, brushing smoke out of his face.

“And the high?” Your eyes return to the magazine.

“Don’t really feel much yet.” He takes another long drag from the joint, filling the room up with even more smoke.

“Well if you keep this up I won’t be able to even see my magazine.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll be done in a second.” Law coughs again. Then again. You playfully glare at him.

“…Sorry bout that. My throat’s on fire.” He clears his throat, trying not to cough again.

“That’s it.” You slap your magazine shut and make your way over to the other side of the room where Law was sitting.

“Open your mouth.”

Law looks puzzled for a second, then taken back.

“You’re coughing more than usual. I need to make sure it’s not causing too much irritation to your throat.”

“You know I’m a doctor right? I think I’d be able to recognize if I had a bad reaction.” Even if he couldn’t feel it, Law’s eyes were slightly red and his demeanor was definitely more relaxed than usual. He stays slumped in his chair as he opens his mouth for you. You gently hold his chin, lean closer towards him, and check the inside of his mouth. His throat was definitely red, but not swollen or closing up. ‘Good.’ Law’s eyes meet yours, then fall down your body, widening suddenly as he jumps back in his seat.

“What? What is it?”

He blinks twice and shakes his head. His cheeks are also red.

“Nothing. I’m all good, right?” Law stands up, avoiding eye contact.

“I think I’m gonna call it early tonight.”

“Are you sure? What did it finally kick in?” A smile creeps up on your face. “Are you high?” you tease. Law backs away from you, bumping his desk while creeping toward the exit.

“No I’m fine. I’m gonna go lay down.” His voice stays calm and reassuring but his body is ever-so-slightly on edge. A little concern finally settles in.

“Hey, let me know if you need anything? Promise?”

“Yeah fine. Goodnight.” He rushes out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You’ve never seen him act like that. Something switched in him so fast. ‘Maybe it was the drug?’ You stand alone in the quiet room for a brief moment, studying the smoke clouds as they slowly dissipate. Your eyes fall on the packaging of the joint he was smoking. ‘He never did mention the name of the plant, did he?’

You study the packaging closely. The flower’s name was definitely new to you. Usually Law passes you the information sheets that are supplied with the joints. They always had interesting facts about the source’s greenery and culture. You carefully review the small piece of paper for any warnings. It’s all the usual “consume in moderation” and “this herb may cause anxiety” warnings, until a specific and quite obvious one catches your eye:

“WARNING: This herb is for reproductive purposes only. Consumption will result in an extreme increase in libido. PLEASE USE WITH CAUTION.”

“Shit.” You scan the rest of the information sheet. How did he not read any of this beforehand? There was a specific warning about the danger of sleeping immediately after consumption. ‘Of course there was.’ Part of you feared the state you might find Law in, but regardless you knew you had to let him know before it was too late.

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You hurry over to Law’s quarters, pounding on the door.

“Law? I need to talk to you. Right now.”

No answer.

“LAW. This is important. Are you awake?” The knocks on his metal door echo through the cold, quiet hallway. On several occasions Law proved it wasn’t necessary to worry for your captain, but this situation could be serious. In between loud, forceful knocks, a faint calling of your name can be heard from the room on the other side of the door. You take it as the invitation you need to barge into his room.

Law’s fast, uneven breathing grows louder as you cautiously enter the room. You had prepared expectations of what you might find, but you never could’ve imagined how lewd the scene actually was.

Law is propped up on his bed, clothes off, furiously jerking his red, angry cock. His hips buck as cum from a previous orgasm drips down from his lower stomach. His whole face is burning red with frustration. Law doesn’t seem to notice you at first, and you almost don’t say anything. ‘Well he’s definitely not sleeping.’ But before you can process what’s in front of you, he notices you standing there, frozen in shock.

“FUCK,” he jolts in surprise, but instead of waking up from his daze, ropes of cum spray his stomach once again, adding to the preexisting loads. ‘How many times has this man already cum?’ You desperately want say something or even move, but your body has no control. You’re completely speechless and completely frozen, eyes locked on Law’s hand milking his cock. Then he finally snaps out of it.

“Shit,” he winces, now scrambling to pull on his trousers. “What are you doing here?”

You also snap out of your trance, instantly shielding your eyes and turning away from your captain.

“I uh- read the label. For the herb.” Your eyes fight to not peep through your fingers. “It’s a pretty nasty aphrodisiac.”

“No shit.” There’s strain in Law’s voice.

“Well, I was thinking… I can help you. If you want?” Your voice is meek.

“I’m fine. Now please GO.” His reply is laced with frustration.

“It’s just- I read the high wears off faster with stimulation from a partner. All I’m saying is that I’m willing to help?” There’s reluctance in your offer, as if he would completely snap at you for even considering it. There’s a long pause, where only Law’s heavy breathing can be heard.

“I can also go grab someone?” You break the uncomfortable silence. “I read the effects can last several hours to a few days with just… masturbation. And I can sure leave you to it, but I know you’re pretty busy to risk that kind of time. And you’re not supposed to sleep until it dies down. I’m sure that could be awhile”

A low “Fuck.” can be heard from Law’s bed. A small squeak rings from the mattress as he shifts in his spot. “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s- I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you if I have you.” You cautiously uncover your eyes to see Law visibly shaking from the restrain he has on his body; The restrain he has not to touch himself in front of you. You fully close the door behind you and slowly approach the bed, wary yet somehow intrigued by Law’s response. He was not in his normal headspace. This had to be handled carefully. You sit down on the bed, just close enough to feel the body heat radiating from your captain, close enough to see the droplets of sweat on his forehead.

“I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about me. I just want to help you feel better.” Your warm, reassuring smile freezes Law for a moment. His red, half-lidded eyes carefully study you, knowing his next move could completely change the dynamic between you two. His thoughts were foggy, but not foggy enough to act without thinking. But deep down he knew you were right. A busy man like Law didn’t have time to be down for the count for several days, and it probably would end up being that long, based on how much he smoked. There really wasn’t another great option. He let go of a sigh.

“Fine,” Law sounds reluctant. He props himself up a bit, cum from his stomach sliding down onto the waistline of his pants. “But you have to promise me you’re okay with this. You have to promise you’re okay with me fucking you. Hard.” Hearing Law’s words catch you off guard, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t stir something within you. Somewhere in the past few weeks, your innocent crush on Law had grown into something more intense, more fierce. And before today, you never thought you’d hear those words coming from his mouth, at least not outside of your dreams. But here he was, essentially promising that he was going to fuck you, hard. You couldn’t NOT be turned on by those words. Was this selfish of you to suggest “curing him”? Maybe. Were you taking advantage of him? Hard to tell. But the Law you know would be grateful you’re fulfilling your role as designated trip-sitter. ‘Right?’

You take a deep breath. Finally disregarding any overthinking. “I promise.”

Law doesn’t waste a second before grabbing you and flipping you on the mattress, ass up, face down. One of his hands held a tight grip on your wrists, pinning them behind your back. His hand caresses your ass, before pushing up your skirt. He grinds his still-clothed cock against you, groaning. You can feel the warm wetness on his pants from his previous loads. His hand gives your ass a squeeze before creeping lower, slowing running his long fingers over your panties, teasing your slit.

“Didn’t realize you were so wet for me…” Law’s voice is husky and almost unrecognizable, like he was under a trance. His fingers travel up and down the wet spot on your panties as he leans down closer to you, “I see why you offered to help...” he rasps. “You just wanted me to fuck you… what a selfish girl…” Law grinds even harder against you. This time, a moan escapes your lips. Law keeps your hands pinned, but his other hand abandons you, leaving you aching for his touch. For a moment, there’s nothing, only heavy breathing and the smell of sex. Anxiety rises as nothing happens. You try to push your hips back, hoping to feel some sort of touch, but his hand on your wrists forces you back.

“Don’t be a brat now.” A finger hooks in the seam of your underwear and traces down your ass, pulling the fabric aside to expose your cunt. You clench at the cold air and anticipation. It feels like you wait for ages. ‘What in the world could he even be doi-‘

Before you can finish your thought, Law drives his cock in you, bottoming out with a loud groan.

“Fuck… you feel so good…” Law growls, using your hip as an anchor to push himself deeper. You wince at the sudden sensation, feeling Law stretch your walls and push against your cervix. It felt overwhelming and delicious; his cock was bigger than you expected. He slowly pulls all the way out, and you feel every inch of it. Every curve and vein as he abandons your weeping cunt.

And then there was nothing. Just your exposed sex clenching around the emptiness. And the wait was agony. You unintentionally let out a small pathetic “please”. It was almost embarrassing, given that he was the one under the effects of an aphrodisiac. But you desperately needed Law back inside you. You try to turn your head back to see him, but he slams into you again, driving you further into the mattress. That delightfully painful feeling returns as he bottoms out once again.

This time, Law starts fucking you. His pace is fast and messy. You arch your back, reveling in the sensation. Law’s groans are uneven and getting louder with every thrust, but so were yours. You pray the other crew members can’t hear the two of you, but it may already be too late for that. Choosing to disregard anything happening outside of the captain’s quarters, you push your hips back against Law, forcing him to go deeper, and his pace gets even sloppier. He grabs your hips, tight enough to leave a mark, and his cock twitches. Then it twitches again. And again. Law cums inside you, greedily holding your body as close as possible to his. He slows down as he comes down from his high, watching cum seep out of you with every thrust. He pulls out with a ‘pop’, and watches as the mixture of fluids leaks from your cunt. You tilt your hips, still hungry for his touch.

A low whisper breaks the silence: “I want you to ride me.” You sit up, propped on your knees as Law falls on his back next to you. His eyes and face were still red and desperate. ‘Did the effects not wear off?’ you wonder. But that wasn’t an issue. Not right now at least. In fact, you’d be fine if they didn’t wear off all night. This was truly a best-case scenario for you.

Law is stroking his still-hard cock, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You swing your leg over him and straddle him, hands exploring his muscular, tattooed chest. His hands fall on your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Throwing the shirt to the side, his eyes stay locked on yours as his fingers creep around your body, unhooking the latch on your bra. You toss it to the side, adding to the pile of clothes. Law’s hips unintentionally buck under you when his warm hands find your exposed chest, grazing your hardened nipples. Your arms push your breasts together as you reach down, wrapping your hands around the base of Law’s swollen cock. He winces a bit, shifting his hips for more friction.

Seeing Law like this was mesmerizing. You spread the slickness up and down his shaft at a devastatingly slow pace, observing every reaction in awe. You savor every groan, every buck of his hips, every facial expression. If you kept this up, he would probably cum just like this.

“Shit…” he winces. “Need to- be inside you. FUCK” Law’s desperation quickly grows into aggression as he grabs his cock, lining himself up with you and pushing your hips down with full force. You let out a small yelp as you readjust to his size. He tries his best to lift and lower you, pushing you up and down his cock. A guttural groan escapes Law as he squeezes his eyes shut, writhing in pleasure. After you find your balance, you take the lead, grinding and bouncing to match his fast pace. His hands find their way back to your breasts, pinching and twirling your nipples. It was ecstasy. Your hips grind and twirl on him, chasing any sort of friction you can get.

“You look so perfect like this. Fuck…” Law groans once again, drinking in the sight of your naked body before rolling his head back in euphoria.

“And you’re such a dirty girl, helping me out like this. Bouncing on your captain so obediently, just to make him feel better.” His whole body tenses and he bucks his hips. “Just- want you- to feel good too.” Law lets out a loud groan.

Your breath falls heavy as you try not to unravel at his words. And how he looked right now. And how expertly his hands were teasing your nipples. And how his muscles flexed when he pushes himself deeper into you. Everything about this moment was blissful. Perfect, even.

And suddenly you can’t hold it in anymore. Your whole body tightens as your orgasm crashes through you. You let out a short cry as you ride it out. Law takes this opportunity to regain control, aggressively grabbing a hold of your hips and driving himself into you. Your mind is just dazed enough to let your body fall nearly limp, allowing Law to take full advantage of you. He pushes into you fast and hungrily. It’s intense and overstimulating, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you feel like this.

Before you knew it, Law pauses and the only thing you can feel is his cock twitching inside you as he cums, pulling himself in as deep as possible. You roll your hips on him as he writhes in pleasure.

“Fuck…” Law lets out a sigh of relief. He looks up at you, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. “I think I feel better.” He laughs, a little awkward now. You crawl off of him, wincing slightly at the empty feeling of his cock leaving your pussy. You lay down beside him, eyes meeting his while offering a smile of relief.

“Are you okay?” You whisper.

He returns the smile and gently brushes hair out of your face, “I’m okay. All thanks to you.” He leans in, kissing your forehead. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” his eyes fall to the red marks his tight grip left on your hips. His fingers delicately graze over them, sparking a tingling sensation.

“You didn’t hurt me. I knew what I was getting myself into. And I would do it all again if I had to.” You smile, but then guilt settles. “And… I’m sorry if I took advantage of you. It felt selfish offering to personally help you, when we didn’t even try any other solutions. I let my feelings get in the way of reason.” Law just stares at you, blankly.

“Feelings?” He asks.

“Yeah…” you reply, bashful. You never actually planned to confess these feelings to Law, but it was really now or never. “I’ve liked you for a while now. Romantically, sexually, whatever you want to call it. I’m sorry I’ve never said anything, and I understand if it makes things awkward from now on. I wouldn’t be offended if you just forgot I said anything.” Your face is burning as you confess your feelings, awaiting Law’s reaction. But to your surprise his face beams with relief.

“I like you too.” His smile was warm and comforting. “I like our quiet evenings together, hidden away in the office. I like the way we talk about your books and magazines, or whatever the hell I’m smoking that day. I like how you’re most relaxed, slumped in my chair, making small talk with me. It’s a side of you I don’t get to see often.” He laughs, also a little embarrassed, “When you offered to… help me out, I thought I was dreaming. Fuck, I thought I was going to explode when you were checking my throat. I caught a glimpse of your body, your perfect body, so close to mine. I was gonna make a fool of myself if I stayed there with you.”

You both giggle, enjoying the familiar lightheartedness of each other’s presence.

“So I can stay your trip sitter is what you’re implying?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

[anotherfcknhasansimp]

doing a renovation of the blog, will be switching to a one piece theme :] nothing against hasan, he's just not my vibe right now

[daisydovley]

Sweet Dreams - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Sanji knows you come to lay in the aquarium glow when you're sad or lonely. When he finds you sleeping there now, he decides to give you sweeter dreams. Sanji fingers and eats you out while you're asleep. CW: DD:DNE Somnophilia, NonCon, CNC, Slight Angst, Fingering (F Rec), Oral (F Rec), Male Masturbation, Jealous Sanji, Yandere Sanji, Zoro x Reader established relationship and Sanji is not happy about it. Implied Zoro is a shitty bf Word Count: 2.5k

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

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Sanji finds you in the place he sometimes does within the still hours of the late night- laid back on the bench beneath the aquarium, soundly sleeping in its soft glow. Usually, when he finds you like this he scoops you up like his own bride and carries you back to your room.

Occasionally, he’d find your bed still made up- telling him you hadn’t slept it in and it wasn’t where you came from before wandering out into the night. That always simmered his quiet anger, but he always tried not to let you feel the heat of it when he tucked you in.

He’s not certain that you’re aware he’s the one constantly bringing you back to bed. It’s not something you’ve ever spoken about. And he’s not the one you give those sweet sleepy smiles to over breakfast. In fact, he’s quite certain you think it’s the man you’re giving them to who does it for you. By the grins he gives back, Sanji doubts he’d even bother correcting you otherwise. Why would he? It’s in his best interest to let you believe he’s better than he actually is.

When Sanji found you sitting awake in the glow, he’d sit with you- quiet and present and hoping it wasn’t his own imagination the way you’d relax having him there. He asked you once why you came, and it rended through him the sad, distant look in your eyes as you told him that you found it comforting. Some nights when you just couldn’t sleep or some nights when you were feeling sad or lonely, you found this a peaceful place to be.

Sanji didn’t like it when you were sad. And he certainly didn’t like the idea of what could have made you sad or lonely in the middle of the night. Especially when you’d doze off and he’d carry you to bed- finding it, yet again, neatly undisturbed. It made him sick to his stomach and filled him with murderous heat.

Because Sanji knows where you were. Knows whose bed you lay in.

Knows whose bed you crawl out of sad and lonely because you’d rather sleep on the bench beneath the aquarium than stay there.

Sanji can’t fathom it. Can’t fathom the way Zoro pushes you to feeling this way. Can’t fathom why or how he does it, though he knows there’s no one and nothing else to blame. You were never like this before you presented your heart to Zoro.

Before he took it, along with your body.

You love him. Sanji knows you do. And though he’s loath to admit it, he’s pretty sure Zoro at least thinks he loves you too. But, Sanji can’t imagine a man truly loving a woman and then leaving her too often lost in her own sorrow.

Never once did Zoro ever appear during those nights he’d sit with you here. Never once did he get out of bed to find you. Sanji’s not even sure he bothered waking up. Laying there satisfied after doing god knows what to you, while you’re left ghosting the ship haunted by your own heart. Did he even care? Were there ever nights you laid there equally satisfied and content in body and soul next to him? Sanji doesn’t think so, but he does think he could kill Zoro every time he finds you here alone.

Alone, the way you are tonight. The way you’d be without Sanji- who’s sure you’d stay there until you woke up in the morning, but he wouldn’t let that happen. He didn’t like the idea of how heartbroken and embarrassed you’d be waking there alone. He’d sooner you believe Zoro was the one tending to you before he let you suffer that.

“Oh, ma chérie,” he sighs, kneeling down next to your angelic body. Hair haloed around your head, lush body wrapped in a long drape of silk that’s pooled higher up the curve of your thigh, gentle breath rising and falling the sweet slopes of your breast. You are so divinely beautiful, it twists his heart just to look at you.

Tenderly, Sanji sweeps the hair off your face, letting his touch linger. “I would never do this to you,” his voice low and hushed, “you deserve so much more, mon cœur.” Slowly, he leans in and presses his lips to your brow, whispering between them, “I’d take such good care of you.”

As if his words reached you, gently you stir a little, mouth parting, “Sanji,” his name passing your lips.

Everything within him soars hearing the sound of it- in this soft, private voice. “Would you like that?” he whispers, fingers tracing featherlight against your lips, “want to be mine instead?” You whimper a little and Sanji tells himself its a yes.

Softly, his fingers trail up your jaw and down your neck before ghosting over your chest, just above the beat of your sweet heart. Beneath his fingers, your skin pebbles for him and through the thin silk he finds the peaks of your breasts budding.

Immediately, Sanji’s body stirs at seeing the way you respond to him. He’d never been so bold as to touch you this intimately before, knowing how difficult it would be for him to stop. And how difficult it would be to explain to you why he was doing it. But, by the reaction of your body, you must enjoy it- at least subconsciously. And Sanji certainly enjoyed touching you.

When the pad of his finger touches at the stiffened peak of silk- you sigh in your sleep. It’s all the confirmation he needs to do it again- tiny little movements of his fingertip at your nipple, careful not to disturb- only pleasure. Back and forth and around he swirls his finger to the sensitive bud, light pressure through the soft silk. When one has had enough, he moves to the other.

It nips at the back of his mind that he shouldn’t be doing this. But, you need it. You need someone to take care of you- to make you feel good. Zoro was clearly failing, but not Sanji- Sanji wouldn’t ever fail to give you what you need. Still, he’s careful not to wake you. He doesn’t want this pleasure diluted with guilt or shame or fear.

Heat pools at the base of Sanji’s spine and his cock is growing hard in his loose pants. A hand drops down between his legs and his eyes roll back when he paws himself, one hand covering your soft breast-

He pulls his hand off his cock. No, he tells himself. This isn’t about him, it’s about you. He can’t be greedy.

Just then, your body shifts a little and Sanji watches the way your hips wiggle and your knees part. “There, ma chérie?” there’s no response, but his hand slowly drags down your silken body. Reaching the hem of your gown, he slowly pulls it up and unveils your sex.

Sanji stares down at your naked cunt- mouth watering and eyes wide. You’re not wearing any panties and the divine mound of your Venus looks so lush and inviting his cock thrashes, begging to take it. He clamps down on his own need as he carefully- so carefully- moves down your body.

Beside your hip now, he admires the curve rested on the bench, soothing his palm over the plush and fighting his urge to grip it in his hand. Tilting forward, his face hovers over your pussy and he bends so low his breath ruffles your soft hairs. With a steadiness that only comes from years of working with his hands, he places his fingers to the lip of your sex- and gently opens the flower of your body.

It glistens slightly from his ministrations and Sanji’s cock twitches proudly knowing it’s coaxed the nectar. Breathing deeply, greedy inhales of your scent pour through him and he nearly collapses- but doesn’t dare move away. Instead, he glides his finger through you, gathering a drop of your slick- bringing it up before his face. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger, his whole body shudders to imagine how he’d feel gliding through it. Pulling it apart, it strings long and sticky and Sanji’s mouth waters more.

Unable to help himself, he slips his fingers into his mouth, whimpering as the taste blooms across his tongue. He sucks and sucks, swirls and savors until its washed down his throat with his own pooling saliva. He wants more. He needs more. Your heady scent calls to him and he can’t stop himself as he tips forward and rests his tongue on your clit.

Unmoving, he just leave it there, letting the reality of what he’s doing simmer down his spine. Eyes flitting up your sleeping figure, he finds your face beginning to flush, brows slightly furrowed and lips sweetly parted. Easily, he rolls his tongue and a quiet whimper calls to him. Another little lick- and another- and one more, your breath starts to change.

Though he wants nothing more than to feast, he needs to be careful not to wake you. This isn’t about what he wants, afterall. It’s all about you. Despite the long hours he’s spent imagining himself between your legs, this is all to fulfill your needs- not his wishes.

So he tells himself.

Saliva pools down his tongue to the point, slicking his glide. Spit hot and pouring down your slit, Sanji feels your cunt twitch with the roll of it into your hole- mixing with your arousal. Without entering, his finger swirls around your entrance, feeling the squeeze at his tip. Rubbing his face downwards, he lets his tongue feel the flutter and there’s a hot squirt in his pants when he does.

So damn good, dining from the source. He laps you into his mouth, savoring and swallowing. Lashes fluttering, he struggles to keep his eyes on your sleeping face. You taste just as good as he knew you would. Because Sanji knows what he feeds you, knows how he’s sweetened you. All so he could feel that much closer to the fantasy, but this is beyond even what his mind could conjure. And it had conjured a lot.

Did Zoro even bother to savor this? Somehow Sanji can only picture him taking you the way he takes everything else- selfishly, brutishly, without much thought or service. That’s if he ever served you at all. By the way you’re fluttering on Sanji’s tongue, he could believe that he doesn’t. Could believe that this isn’t a pleasure your body knows as intimately as it should. As intimately as Sanji would familiarize it with. But, the notion that he’s the one providing you with something no one else has- or could- feeds his fire and frays at his self control.

Hips lightly thrusting, he humps his leaking cockhead against the base of the bench as he continues licking at your pussy. Gently, his finger rubs over the nub of your clit, coaxing more for him. A moan leaves you, but you still don’t wake. With a sigh, Sanji wonders what you must be dreaming about.

He hopes its him.

Maybe if he can fill your dreams with fantasies of him, they’ll leak out into your conscious mind. Maybe you’ll begin to desire him. Maybe you’ll begin to want him- the way he wants you. Maybe you’ll let him have you, maybe you’ll become his and maybe he’ll never have to suffer sharing you with anyone else ever again- when you were always meant to be his.

Losing himself to his own mind, another sound from you pulls him back. Without realizing it, Sanji’s increased his pressure and picked up his pace. He thinks he should reel it in- to not risk waking you, but your cunt squeezes and pulls his tongue deeper. Sanji’s eyes roll back as his face rests in your pussy, a steady thump-thump-thump of his humps against the wood.

Whimpering again, your breath picks up and your body begins to wiggle. The clench around his tongue tells him exactly what’s about to happen and his eyes heat with grateful tears. Face nodding against you, he encourages you to cum for him. Finger rolling at your clit and tongue curling inside- you do.

So does he.

Groaning a little, Sanji cums in his pants as you cum around his tongue. You clench him hard and he sucks every bit of it into his mouth- not wasting a drop. The flavor of you is indescribably incredible. The tears tip from his eyes, cock still spurting- his body weeping for you.

Sanji slows his movements in time with your easing orgasm. Lapping at your sex, he licks up every bit of the mess between your legs before covering your low body in gentle kisses. Though it takes all his effort, he pulls your gown back down, smoothing it over your hips.

Moving back towards your head again, he softly pushes back your hair with sucked-clean fingers. Rosy blush still blooms on your cheeks, but your breaths are evening back out. Bending low, he puts his lips to your ear and whispers his praise, “you taste so good, ma chérie. Cum so pretty on my tongue. You like it, don’t you. Like when I touch you, like when lick you between your legs…” Sanji fills your ears with his sweet, dirty words- willing them to fill your dreams. “I’ll take care of you, princess- always. Whenever you need it, you just let your prince take good care of you.”

A sweet, sleepy sound sighs from your lips. Sanji presses his own gently against the shell of your ear, “say my name, angel. Tell me who you’re dreaming about. Tell me who makes you feel good.”

Deep from dreams, you answer him, “Sanji…” and both his heart and his cock swell hearing it. If Sanji thought he could coax another orgasm from your body without waking you- he would have. If he thought he could slip his cock inside and fuck himself into your dreams without waking you- he would have. But, he knows better. And if he doesn’t want you to wake up now, he can’t risk it.

Especially if he hopes to do it again.

Gently, he pulls you into his arms and you turn instinctively into him- like you know exactly where you truly belong. Quietly, he carries you to your tidy bed and tucks you in with one last kiss between your eyes, letting his love seep deep into your dreams. With restraint he can only muster because he knows he’ll be rewarded for his patience, he leaves you sleeping soundly and returns to his own room.

But, Sanji doesn’t sleep at all. Instead, he indulges in dreams of his own- fully awake with his hand on his cock and a scheme in his head of how to make them all come true.