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he's 6'4, i like his political opinions, on top of that i find him sexually attractive

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@anotherfcknschlattsimp

DMS ALWAYS OPEN I LOVE MEETING PEOPLE

MDNI I WILL TAR AND FEATHER YOU

[killeraide]

The Treatment

Wow first post!! So exciting!! Imma be 100% honest this is my first time writing smut so plz be nice lol

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x afab!reader

Summary: Law brings you with him into a town to grab supplies for the crew, but a local ingredient brings up some complications

CW: sex pollen infected!reader, doctor/patient themes, awkward sex (at first), semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex

WC: 2.7k

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Distant seagulls and crashing waves can be heard as you disembark the Polar Tang. It had been almost two weeks since the Heart Pirates stopped at a seaside town for supplies. You had begged Law to bring you with him, as you could not stand the thought of being in that dark submarine for any longer. He had originally planned on going alone to avoid causing a commotion with the locals, but reluctantly agreed to let you tag along. Your role as ship’s cook would give useful insight to what local ingredients are best. The quiet town was about a 15 minute walk away with little to no conversation. Law had always been fairly reserved, not going out of his way to make unnecessary small talk. You didn’t really mind, you were just grateful for the fresh air and new scenery.

“Where should we stop first?” You ask as the two of you near the seaside market. There was wide variety of stands, ranging from fruits, to weapons, to clothing and accessories.

“There’s a few items I need to go look for. How about you get started on the food supplies?” Law turns to you and hands you a wad of money. “Your allowance. Try not to go overboard,” he gives a faint smirk and heads further into the market.

You decide to start with the necessary ingredients, ones that would help feed the entire crew for a small sum of money. You pick up a variety of food, and are already getting excited about recipes you can make with them. After about 30 minutes of shopping, you figure you have enough food to make several different meals, for at least the next two weeks. You even had spare money left over. Assuming the crew wouldn’t make another stop like this for the next few weeks again, you take it upon yourself shop for some fun snacks to boost crew morale. Your primary duty as the Heart Pirates Chef is to keep the crew fed and alive, but it is also very important to you that everyone is happy and satiated. You come across a stand full of pastries, presumably owned by the town baker. They had a variety of options, but the one that caught your eye were the heart-shaped Starbone cookies. ‘Wow perfect for the Heart Pirates,’ you proudly think as you purchase two dozen. It was fairly common to see lots of new flavors and herbs on different islands. You had never heard of Starbone before, but the smell of the cookies was tempting enough for you to want to try them. You treat yourself to a cookie as you roam the market, starting to make your way towards Law.

“You doing okay? You look a little flushed?” He asks approaching you.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Must’ve gotten more sun than usual,” you reply, joking about the window-less conditions of the Polar Tang. You always appreciated Law’s concern for others. It was a natural instinct that would come with any doctor, but Law’s concern always felt sincere towards his crew. After a short pause, you decide to change the conversation, “You find everything you need?”

“Yeah, wish I would’ve found some more medical supplies, but got a good haul otherwise. You?”

“I got enough food supplies for the next two weeks, WITH leftover berries,” you proudly reply, handing him the leftover berries. “Oh! I also got some extra treats for the crew. Some cookies. I just had one and they’re amazing.”

“Nice,” he responds with a laidback smile. The two of you leave the town and start making your way back to the crew. Things were a little more upbeat this time, with some lighthearted conversation here and there. As the two of you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but ponder on your feelings toward Law. You thought you had been mostly over it, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him late at night every now and then. In fact, with the way he was looking now maybe you were still just as enamored with him. His dark hair… sharp features… warm smile… Maybe it was just the heart-shaped cookies talking, but from the corner of your mind something decides maybe now would be a good time to tell him how you felt. Instinctively you stop dead in your tracks, fully prepared to confess something, anything to your captain.

“Law?” you turn to him, your heart suddenly betraying all sense of reason.

“What is i-“ he pauses, looking shocked. “Holy crap, you’re burning up!? Are you okay?” He throws his backpack down and starts rummaging for a thermometer.

You thought it was the heat, or maybe the sun, or maybe just plain embarrassment, but you had been feeling warmer than usual since you had left town. You must be more lovesick than you thought. Not to mention, you had a burning, almost cramping feeling in your lower stomach. ‘Lovesick or horny’ you thought to yourself. Law pulls the thermometer out of his bag and stands up, “Let’s get you into some shade.” He picks up his gear and guides you to a large rock.

“Open up,” he says as he puts the thermometer in your mouth. “Hmm. You’re running a pretty high fever. Are you feeling any other symptoms?”

“Well, I suppose some minor cramping. And I feel a little flushed” You always felt weird about Law trying to diagnose you, but at the end of the day it was his job.

“Are you menstruating?”

“No.”

“And you felt fine this morning?”

“I mean you saw me as we were heading to town. I was fine up until 10 minutes ago.”

“Hmm. You eat or drink anything in town? Could be an allergic reaction if it was brought about so quickly.”

“I had one of those cookies. It was an interesting flavor. Starbuck? Or something like that.” You start to open your bag of supplies to grab the box of cookies.

“Oh Starbone! I’ve never heard of it. Maybe I am allergic.”

“Crap,” Law whispers as he starts looking around, the town still not too far away.

“What? Is that a bad thing?”

“No. But it’s not a good thing. If I remember correctly, the town does grow and sell that flower. It’s a strong aphrodisiac, used for fertility but sometimes recreationally. I’m not sure what the dosage is in those cookies, but it looks like it’s working fast.”

‘Fuck…’ you thought to yourself. Of course the heart-shaped cookies with a weird ingredient were an aphrodisiac.

“Do I have to wait it out? Is there a way to reverse it?”

“Unfortunately I’m not sure. We’re not too far from town. I can go ask some locals. Just stay put and drink some water. Okay?” Law assured as he hands you his water canteen. “Also have a seat.”He takes off his hoodie to reveal his gleaming muscles and white tank, partially covering his chest tattoos. He lays his hoodie out on the rocky ground, and sets his backpack down to be used as a backrest.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises.

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Law had been gone for a fair amount of time, and you were feeling no better. All you could think about was him, and how caring he was… and how his hoodie smelled just like him… and how his tattoos contoured his perfect muscles… and… you were getting worse by the minute. It had to have been a strong aphrodisiac, because this might’ve been the horniest you’ve ever felt. You couldn’t help but try to shift in your seat, for any sort of friction. If Law was taking his time, maybe you could try to make yourself cum, maybe that would help speed up the effects of the drug. With how you were feeling, it would take no time at all to rub one out before he got back… ‘right?’

You decided to get to work. The rock you were sitting at was big enough to block the view from the town, and the Polar Tang was still far around the bend, also out of sight. You unzip your shorts and rub your hand along your slit over your panties. They were much wetter than you had anticipated. You rub your hand in small slow circles, enjoying the friction. Your heart feels like it’s going a million beats a minute, and you’re trying your best to suppress your moans. You rub faster and faster, grinding on your hand. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. You slip in two fingers and use your other hand to slide under your shirt and pinch one of your nipples. Your fingers are pumping as hard and fast as they’ll go, but it’s still not enough. You can’t reach that peak. Tears start to form in your eyes as frustration settles in. Your whole body is burning and you can’t do anything to fix it. In fact, it’s safe to say you’re only making it worse. Before you know it, Law returns from around the rock.

“Okay I got some- WOAH,” he blurted, taking in the lewd scene before him. He stared for a second, and then quickly turned around, looking slightly embarrassed.

“LAW!! I’m so sorry. I thought I could make it go away. But I think I made it worse.” You confessed, your voice breathy and needy. “I think I need help.”

Without turning around, Law replies, “I know. The locals told me it can take hours to even days for the effects to wear off without a partner.” He pauses, as if he’s carefully deciding what to say next. “I don’t want to leave you like this, knowing it could get worse. I would suggest treatment as soon as possible. I can do it right here if you’re comfortable with that, but it doesn’t have to be me. I can also go grab a crew mate or someone you feel more comfortable with. After all, it’s is a very intimate treatment and patient safety is a top priority of mine.”

You take a moment to consider his words, then work up the courage to nervously ask, “Will you do it?” He gives a small nod, and makes his way toward you. You’ve never seen him look anxious like this. He reaches into the backpack and pulls out some disposable rubber gloves. His hands are shaking ever so slightly.

“Okay. I’m going to help you now.” He says, putting the gloves on and kneeling next to you. “Can you remove your shorts for me?”

You awkwardly slide your shorts and panties off, hoping this area would stay private.

“I’m going to finger you now... Are you okay with that?”

“Please…” you whimper, spreading your legs. Law inserts two gloved fingers slowly, awaiting your reaction. You let out a soft moan. Your head falls back as you take in the pleasure. He starts to move a little faster, picking up a rhythm that makes you sing sounds of satisfaction. You look back at him, with half lidded eyes, and he’s starting to look more confident, almost appearing proud of himself for giving you so much relief. You look down and you can see a tent forming in his jeans. ‘Holy shit.’

He must’ve noticed you gawking because he intervenes: “Hey. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.” His gloved fingers are soaked by now. He rests his other hand on your thigh and gently squeezes it.

“How does it feel? Does it feel good?” You give a nod, your brain too focused on the pleasure to make coherent words.

“How about if I do this?” Law uses his hand on your thighs to slide your shirt and bra up. Two of his fingers find your nipple and begin playing with it. You squirm with pleasure. If you weren’t so distracted with bliss, you almost thought you could hear a small “wow” from Law. This isn’t how you imagined your first time with him, but you couldn’t care less about that now.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He’s giving that damn smirk. Oh he was enjoying this too.

“Think you’re ready to cum now?” His fingers are curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot, but you could tell it wasn’t enough.

“Can’t..” you whine between moans. “Need.. you.. inside me.. please Law” you plead, teary eyed.

He looks surprised, but immediately understands. He leans in close with darkened eyes, “So you want my big cock in your little pussy, huh? You want me to make you feel good.” He removes his hands, jolting you back to reality.

“Fuck these things,” Law growls as he rips off his gloves. He unzips his jeans and grabs his cock, already covered in precum.

“So you want your big strong captain to make you feel better, huh?” he says, stroking his cock. He lines it up on your slit and pauses a second to watch you squirm with frustration.

“Please… Law…” you plead between moans and cries, “I need you to help me cum. I need you inside me…” He’s looking proud of himself again. Almost arrogant. He finally thrusts into you with a soft groan.

“You like that? Want me to keep going?” All you can do is nod. One of his hands makes its way to your tits, and the other one puts two tattooed fingers in your mouth. You suck his fingers without breaking eye contact.

“You’re taking me so well… I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…” Law confesses. “Such a perfect fucking body…” He looks you up and down, his cock pumping in and out of your pussy that’s clenching like you would simply die if he ever pulled out.

“From the looks of it, I can only imagine you wanted me too.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, making a small pop.

“Law…” you moan. You never actually considered he felt attraction, nonetheless attraction towards you.

“If I had to guess…” Law’s free hand leaves your breast and finds its way to your clit. “I bet you touch yourself thinking about me.” Law groans, remembering the dirty glimpse he got of you fingering yourself.

“I bet… you were thinking about me when I walked in on you touching yourself. You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you? And now you’re gonna cum all over my big fat cock, all because you needed me that badly.” Law slowed his pace, slamming into you harder with every thrust. Between that, Law’s skilled fingers, and dirty words you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah…” you moan. “I’m gonna-” Before you knew it, you were cumming, tears pooling in your eyes as the long anticipated release had finally come. Law grabs your hips as you grind against his cock, riding out the pleasure. Your whole body was in unimaginable ecstasy, tears of euphoria rolling down your cheeks.

“That’s my good girl.” He gently wipes your tears with his thumb and leans down close to your ear, “I’m gonna cum inside you now,” he mutters in a dark tone.

“Please…” you respond, feeling nothing but bliss. Law speeds up his pace, focused on his own release. His long tattooed fingers grab tightly onto your hips and he fucks your still-clenching pussy at a greedy pace. He groans and you can feel the hot ropes inside you with every thrust. You can feel the mixture of fluids spilling out of you as he slowly pulls out. Law leans over on top of you, brushing hair out of your face.

“Feel better now?” He asks with a chuckle of relief.

“Um…” the conversation shifts in a more serious tone. “Were all those things you said true? About you wanting me too?” He moves over to lay next to you.

“I’ve wanted you since the day you joined my crew. If I’m being honest, I was a little nervous to bring you with me today, I thought I was gonna say something stupid.”

You giggle, “I felt the same way about you. I’ve liked you for so long, I just never considered you’d feel the same way.” You pause for a second, taking in the close moment of intimacy.

“I do feel better. And I’m glad that you were the one here for me. I wouldn’t let it be anyone else.”

“I’m glad it was me too. It hurt me so much to see you in pain like that.” Law kisses your forehead. “Say, next time how about I buy you dinner first?” You both laugh, enjoying your newfound closeness with one another.

“How about we don’t share those cookies with the crew?”

[redstonedust]

i do find the rules around clothes fascinating because of how made up it all is. we invented the idea of covering our bodies from the elements because we lack fur like other mammals and then made up all these rules around it and now people will unironically tell you "men cant wear skirts its unnatural" girl none of this is natural. we are born naked and made up the rest as we went along. hope this helps.

[softhandz]

request: riding Usopp actually PATHETIC to the point he’s crying a little. I think about this often cw: messy sex, usopp's a yapper, 18+ MDNI 18+ MDNI 18+ MDNI 18+ MDNI 18+ MDNI 18+ MDNI a/n: now i will as well learn more about requesting here

Your pussy clenches around him on every upstroke, squeezing his shaft like you're trying to keep him inside, and a fresh bead of slick runs down to where his cock disappears into you. Precum leaks from his tip with each deep stroke, mixing into the mess until every glide is wetter, filthier, the obscene squelch of it loud enough to make your face heat.

"God, look at you," he gasps laughing, wet and broken, while fresh tears spill over his lashes. His hands loosen their grip just long enough to slide to your hips and yank you down harder, forcing his cock deeper. "Riding me as if you own it." His voice fractures on a sob, but he keeps moving, keeps bucking upward, driving the full length of himself into you on every count. "Don't stop, god, please, don't stop. You're perfect, using me exactly right."

You slam down, your ass rippling from the impact. His cock punches into your depths and your walls squeeze around him reflexively, clinging to his shaft as you drag yourself back up. Sweat gathers at his temples and mixes with the tear tracks on his cheeks. He laughs again; shaky, fractured, dissolving into a soft cry mid-exhale. His hips never stop moving, chasing you upward every time you rise. "That's it," he breathes, barely sound at all. "Fuck yourself on me. Take what you need. I'm yours, use me, baby. So good. You're doing so good. Just a little more, okay? Just a little more."

His grip locks back on your hips and he pulls you down to meet each upward snap, forcing the rhythm faster, harder, the head of his cock battering that spot inside you until the pleasure turns sharp and electric. You grind at the bottom of every stroke, your hips rolling forward, clit dragging against him, chasing the friction. You feel the tension coiling tight at the base of your spine. His shaft glistens, soaked from base to tip, slick with the combined mess of both of you every time he pulls back into view.

Usopp's tears fall without stopping now, tracking twin lines down his jaw while he nods frantically beneath you, hips stuttering and jerking in the uneven rhythm of someone losing control. "Shit, you're incredible," he manages, the words tumbling out between gasps and soft, helpless cries. His hands drag you down, and down, and down. "So filthy. Don't hold back—use me until I cum. Please,just like that, right there—"

[daisydovley]

New Day, New Plan - Vinsmoke Sanji

Fluff ♡ Suggestive

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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: It's been a wonderful vacation, but it's time to set sail. You all meet up for lunch and Luffy declares a new plan for the crew. CW: None, Slightly Suggestive Word Count: 1.7k A/N: I just can't let this go yet (>﹏<) Still a few scenes I wanna write in the Resort. But it may slow down a little, only cause I miss Zoro and if I don't let him blow off some steam he's gonna come crashing into this Sanji party (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

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You tilt your head in the mirror, admiring the little mark Sanji left there to match the one at your chest. “I don’t know how I’m going to hide this one,” you tease. There’s a playful little tug to your hips as Sanji finishes tying your dress.

He leans in to place a kiss atop his claim, then wraps his arms around you, grinning. “You don’t,” he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Let everyone see it.” You smile and he kisses your cheek before pulling away, picking up his discarded shirt and throwing it across his shoulders.

You sit on the edge of the bed, still feeling light and airy as you watch him. “When do you think we’ll be leaving?”

“After lunch,” Sanji answers certainly. “I’m going to finish stocking the ship then we’ll eat and set sail.”

“Is that what Luffy wanted earlier?” You ask, leaning back on your elbows.

“Yeah.” Sanji’s eyes trail your relaxed figure, “he wanted to take some of the island foods back.” He starts buttoning his shirt and you sigh a little as his gorgeous body is covered up. “Any requests, Angel?”

“Many,” you say, watching his deft fingers button across his toned chest.

Sanji winks at you, “any that are edible?”

“Well…” you tease, eyes sliding down his body with a lick to your lips.

“Ma chérie~” he lilts in playful warning.

You smile back up at him, “can we take some of those berries? The pink and purple ones?”

He leans down and gives you a sweet peck to your lips, “I’ll make it happen.” He offers his hand to you and you take it, standing with a little grunt of effort. Sanji’s hands rub down your hips over your dress. “Alright, Princess?”

“Mhm,” you nod, straightening his collar, “just not used to so much… activity,” you blush.

Sanji grins, “well, we can’t all have my ‘unbelievable stamina’.” He teases your previous comment back at you, looking quite proud of himself.

You laugh, playfully smacking his chest, “will you ever let that down?”

“Absolutely not,” he affirms with a kiss to your cheek.

Hand in yours, you make to leave the room- when your eyes snag on the conjoining door. Sanji had put it back on its hinges after he kicked it in, but the door frame was splintered with the distinct outline of Sanji’s fingers. “I hope we don’t get in trouble for that,” you mutter.

Sanji holds the front door open and you slip past, letting him lock it behind you. “We’ll be gone before they find it,” he assures.

Hand in hand, you leisurely walk the quiet trail towards the common areas of the resort, “oh, by the way,” you break the silence, “Nami is kinda mad at you.”

Sanji rubs his hand at the back of his neck, “yeah, I heard.” He admits, having listened in on that conversation previously.

You giggle a little, “Blackleg Sanji, such a scoundrel.”

The curl of his brow rises as he cocks it towards you, “oh? Is that right?”

“Oh yeah,” you tease, “real heart breaker.”

“If I recall correctly,” he says, tapping your clasped hands to his chest, “I’m not the one who practically invited those girls to crawl into bed with me.”

You nudge his side with a light jab of your elbow. “You’re the one who charmed them enough that they wanted to go there in the first place.”

Sanji grins, leaning down to your level, “and you, Princess?” He pulls your hand to his lips, “did I charm you into bed with me?”

You blush as his lips press to your skin, “maybe~”

“I’ll keep trying,” he kisses the back of your hand, “until I hear a ‘yes’~”

Your smile widens, bright and genuine as you lean into his side, hand coming up to rest on his arm. You feel him place a kiss to the crown of your head as he straightens and you walk together, blissfully happy.

Though as you approach the common areas, the familiar babble of voices bubbles up and there’s a slight pang to your chest. No one knows about the two of you yet, so you’ll have to be mindful of just how affectionate you’re being. While you let your hands stay clasped together- as the sight of you holding hands wasn’t really all that unusual- you put a little distance between the two of you. Sanji frowns, not liking that at all, but he makes no move to reel you back into him.

“You’re going to the main hotel, right?”

“Yeah,” Sanji answers. “You going to meet up with the girls?”

“Mhm, we’re going to meet at the cafe and wander around a bit before lunch.”

Sanji squeezes your hand, “I’ll walk you,” and your heart flips as you squeeze back.

On an outside table at the cafe- under an umbrella and the canopy of the jungle, Nami and Robin sit, waving as soon as they see you. “You made it!” Nami grins before her eyes narrow, “Sanji,” and she points an accusatory fork in his direction.

Sanji just smiles, a hand over his heart and a tip to his head, “Nami-Swan, Robin-Chwan.”

“Good morning, Mr. Cook. Sleep well?” she taunts, taking a sip of her drink.

“Don’t start,” Nami brandishes her fork at Robin before angling it back at Sanji, “and don’t answer that question.”

“Best sleep I’ve ever had~” he answers the question.

“Ugh.”

Your face heats at the implication of his answer, your friends not knowing you’re the one he slept with. “Thanks for walking me,” you tell him.

Sanji winks, “anytime, Princess.” His hand squeezes yours once more before letting go and the shape of your hand already feels wrong without his in it. “Ladies,” Sanji nods to the group before turning on his heel and heading off to prepare for your departure.

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You spend the day with the girls, just chatting and going to any of the shops you missed previously- grabbing a few extra things you wanted to bring with you. You didn’t often visit islands that had as many luxuries as this one, so the three of you made sure to take advantage of it. New books, new clothes, new scented soaps, anything that wasn’t typically found on your voyages across the Grand Line- especially this side of the New World.

When the sun reached high into the noon sky, the three of you made your way to the pavilion, lunch spread deliciously atop it- your crew mates already gathered around.

“The girls are back!” Usopp announces to the rowdy table.

Sanji immediately broke off from the heated conversation he was having with Zoro and pulled out the chair next to him, “Princess~”

“Thank you, Sanji,” you smile at him, slightly blushing as he pushes you in.

He pulls out two more chairs on the other side of you, “ladies!”

“Thanks, Sanji,” Robin smiles.

Nami rolls her eyes with a huff as she plops down in her chair, “yeah, yeah,” but some of her frustration seemed to be waning, at least.

Sanji doesn’t push their chairs in, however. Rather, he just sits down in his place next to you, arm draped over the back of your seat- making your heart flutter. His fingers come up to offer you a strawberry and your pulse picks up, remembering how you’d shared one the last time. Sanji’s warm gaze tells you he’s thinking the same thing as you pluck it from his fingers and slip it between your lips. “I got you a whole case of berries- every kind,” he says. “Extra pink and purple ones, they’re all in the freeze back on the ship.”

“Thank you,” you delight him with your smile.

Sanji’s blue eyes sparkle as he looks down at you, “I’ve already thought of some recipes to use them in and I asked the chefs here for some of theirs. I know you’ll like it.”

There’s warmth in your chest at the way he not only granted your request, but was so thoughtful to go the extra step for you. “I know I will,” you agree. Sanji sits straighter, rightfully proud of himself.

“Okay, crew!” Luffy’s voice cuts through the clamor as he stands. “Eat up! Then, we set sail!”

“Excuse me,” a polite, older voice cuts in, walking up to the table.

“Oh, hey, Old Man!” Luffy greets with a laugh. “Thanks again for letting us stay, it was awesome!” He thanks him on behalf of everyone, the crews' voices pitching in to affirm the great time they had.

“It’s nothing at all,” he says. “I just wanted to thank you all again- for the way you helped me and my grandson. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have any of this right now.”

“Don’t mention it~!” Luffy grins, “it was worth it for all the free food.”

“Are you sure you have to go? You’re welcome to stay another night.”

“Thanks, but we’re pirates, Old Man. We gotta get back to the sea.”

The gentleman smiles at you all, “I understand. Never thought I’d see the day I’d be so grateful to pirates, but you’re all welcome at my resort anytime,” he tips his head to you all and you smile- feeling good about the way the situation turned out. Sanji’s thumb discreetly brushes against your shoulder. “It’s just a shame, you know, that you’ll miss the festival-“

“Festival? What festival?” Luffy suddenly perks up.

“The Hibiscus Festival, it’s how we kick off the beginning of our vacation season.”

“When’s the Festival?” Zoro asks.

“Tomorrow-“

Luffy whirls back to the crew, “okay, guys- listen up! I have a new plan.”

On this delightfully rare occasion, Luffy announces a plan that everyone is pretty excited about. You, especially- heart soaring as you think of all the extra time you’ll get to spend with Sanji in this tropical paradise. When you look over your shoulder at him, you can see in his eyes he’s already thinking the same exact thing.

“That,” Sanji declares, lifting his glass towards his captain, “is a very good plan, indeed.”

There’s a pleasant ring of cheers as you all tap your glasses together in celebration. Sanji’s hand squeezing your thigh under the table, palms heating with the promise of what's to come.

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Just Desserts - Chapter 2 (Sanji x Fem!Reader)

I've been revived through the power of necromancy. Howdy one and all! I've risen back from the dead to drop off Chapter two only after (*looks at watch*) A year. Ish. I've turned a whole two years older in this time, and I am unfortunately wiser. Anyway, this has been in my drafts for that long, so I figured I'd drop it off.

Sorry, but I hope this makes up for it! Part three is still being worked on.

Summary: Sanji left without so much as a goodbye. You've had to pick up the pieces, to have faith in your crew who've gone off to Whole Cake to retrieve him. It's not easy dealing with the loneliness, especially in a new and strange land like Wano.

CHAPTER ONE FOUND HERE

CW: JEALOUSY; NSFW (PinV, overstimulation, S-M-U-T, jealousy, fluid eating, eating; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; (Heavier/full smut planned in Part 2); Established relationship

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“A moment of weakness.” Maybe not weakness, but ‘making the best out of a poor situation’. That’s what he called it. No matter what flowery language Sanji used, and no matter how many times he explained how deep his regret was for what happened, it still didn’t make the churning in your gut feel any better. The idea of some mystery woman - Pudding, of course, with a name just as sweet and light and flavorful - sweeping in to win the heart of Sanji…well, calling it jealousy would be putting it lightly. It was a blind envy; an ever-consuming nausea that spread from your chest throughout your body. Maybe he and Pudding didn't get physically intimate, didn't even kiss, but it was enough to know that he was going to marry her. To make matters worse, your lovely, perfect Sanji willingly admitted to not putting up a fight when it came down to it. Your fingers didn’t stop fidgeting with the bandana at your waist the entire time he spoke, something that Sanji didn’t bother to call attention to until he finished recounting his tale of what happened in Whole Cake.

Arguments with Sanji were rare occurrences and typically only happened as a result of either one of you becoming too reckless or Sanji getting a little too friendly with random women. This circumstance was different than the typical bout of jealousy, though. Marriage - wedding bells, a giant cake your boyfriend helped create for some arranged union. A marriage that he was going to go through without any regard for what you might have thought or felt about it. So, yes, you were arguing. You were hurt, and your boyfriend was going to have a piece of your mind, and not without you having a piece of his in return.

In Sanji’s defense, there was the bandana of it all.

A token of friendship, undying loyalty, and commitment. It was a piece of fabric that would be insignificant to anyone who didn’t know Zoro the way you did. To the Straw Hats who have fought alongside the swordsman since the inception of the crew, they knew it was the biggest gesture he could have offered. That fact only served to piss off Sanji even more.

“Why would you accept something like that from that moron in the first place?!” 

“Zoro’s just letting me borrow it, so I’d have something to hold onto that’s the crew’s.”

“That isn’t the crew’s - that’s his. It’s like he’s-...he’s just being a creep, trying to swoop in and claim you while I was gone!”

“Claim me?!” You huffed. “You can't be serious. You wanna talk about being a creep, when you were the one running off gallivanting, playing prince with some Emperor’s daughter?”

“Angel, I already told you, I’m more sorry than-”

“Save it. While you were busy making wedding plans, I was miserable without you. At least Zoro was there for me!”

You weren’t sure how the conversation had flowed into sex. One moment, he was explaining - the next, you were arguing. Somehow, at some point, your faces got too close. The heat between your bodies became unbearable, likely from the unfinished business of foreplay only half an hour ago. 

“He was there for you?” 

“Yeah. Zoro saw how miserable I was and wanted to make sure I was okay. He didn’t leave my side until we got to Wano, not once.”

All echoes now. Just words from minutes ago that buzzed in the back of your mind as Sanji railed into you. His hand, strong and calloused from flames and cookware, traveled hastily over the curve of your ass to your clit. He rubbed skillfully the moment his fingertips grazed the fleshy button, and the gasp you gave signified his victory. He groaned, his teeth nipping at your ear from behind.

The yukata sat abandoned across the room alongside the loaned bandana. Your hands and knees pressed into the futon as the sound of Sanji’s hips slapping into your ass filled the room. The air smelled heavily of sex, and every gasp that hiccuped from your stomach made Sanji groan. A hand landed on your ass, his opposite arm wrapped around your torso to maintain his greedy circles on your clit. This wasn’t like your boyfriend. The movements were too rough, the snap of his hips indenting into your flesh in an attempt to claim, claim, claim.

“That’s right - listen to you, moaning for me. You missed me, right? So beautiful.”

The words were already filthy, but the possessive rasp his voice took brought it to another level. You couldn’t control the way your velvet walls clenched around him, tightening in an attempt to hold on and keep him close. It was your body’s natural inclination, filling that urge to make sure his cock kept barreling into you the only way he knew how. It dragged through your walls, aimed particularly deep towards your cervix. Each thrust, mindless and claiming, had your whole body shifting with its force.

“Ah - S-Sanji-!”

“F-Fuck, so beautiful…sounding so perfect for me.” He moaned, his lips sucking on your earlobe. 

Sanji’s fingers continued their circles around your clit, fast and punishing, as his other hand trailed down your thigh, then back over your ass, taking its time until it reached around to the beautiful mounds of breasts he’d fantasized about. He groaned again when he heard you whine, his tongue trailing down your neck.

“I wanna hear you call my name when you cum on my cock, angel. Think you can do that for me?” He murmured, his teeth nipping near the base of your neck. 

You couldn’t resist, because by that point, your body was too far gone. His fingers kept up their demanding circles, pressing and rotating, and his hips continued to snap his cock harder and deeper into you. His pace was steady, relentless, and the way his head bullied your g-spot made your thighs tremble. His hand on your thigh noticed the twitching, squeezing at the muscles beneath your flesh.

Your pussy grew impossibly tight, throbbing, threatening to push you over into release. It was with one final strip of Sanji’s tongue against your ear, the rubbing of his fingers combined with his thrusts that you finally came undone. A sharp wail left your throat, loud enough that it would have been impossible to hide what you were doing. Not that it mattered to either of you. 

“There it is, let it all out for me. Perfect.” Sanji whispered, groaning deeply again as he continued to buck into you. It was as if the pull of your body, its delectable contractions, meant nothing in the search for his own orgasm.

‘Perfect.’ It was perfect. Your body felt like it was on fire, still milking around his cock with every deep, heavy push. The way his fingers circled your clit began to send sharp zaps of pleasurable pain through your body. Gripping the sheets of the futon beneath you, all you could do was gasp and whine in response. Sanji's grip only tightened at the sounds.

“S-San-...too much. ‘Ts too much.” You cried.

Sanji huffed, nipping at your neck as his hips snapped harder, faster. It was clear that he was chasing his own release with no intentions of letting up any time soon. Your thighs continued to shake, both from the force of his thrusts and the building ecstasy, and the sounds leaving you were no longer in your control. 

“You can take it, gorgeous…just a little more, okay? You can cum again.” He murmured, his fingers digging just slightly into your thigh. His filthy demands didn't let up. “Wanna make you feel good, remind you my cock's the only one that can.”

So demanding. It’s the immediate thought that infiltrated your head. You knew, without a doubt, that all you would have to do was invoke the safe word. It was rarely ever used, only established by Sanji at the beginning of your relationship for communication’s sake. Sanji has always been considerate like that. But now? You knew the option existed, you knew you could use it, by why would you? Even with the way your pussy gripped, your body shaked, it was a continuous reminder of his presence. Sanji’s back. He’s back.

Again and again his length entered with no mercy, no remorse, only further invigorated by the sounds of your shared pleasure. A whimper left Sanji's throat, cracked and broken, as his cock twitched against your cervix. The way you were tightening, throbbing - it was entirely too much. 

“Gonna-...ah, fuck, princess, can I…?” He gasped out, and your small nod was all he needed. 

His hips stuttered against your ass, his load emptying hot ropes of cum into you again and again. The sudden intrusion of warmth paired beautifully with his fingers on your clit, and you came hard around him, encouraging more and more cum from his dick. He groaned, his cock softening and pulling from your aching cunt with an obscene squelch. Both of you desperately gasped for air, panting in the midst of shared bliss.

“Turn over.”

It wasn't a request, and you didn't hesitate to oblige. You shifted onto your back, your head falling against the pillows decorating your futon. Your chest heaved with the lingering exhaustion brought only from overstimulation, legs spreading open without a second thought. Safe word? Why bother?

Fingers gently probed at your entrance, causing a small gasp from your lips to escape. You were still sensitive, aching, and you could tell Sanji was mindful of that in the way his fingertips just gently coaxed his seed back into you. His eyes were locked on yours, lips gently pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your clit. His fingers slowly pushed the cum back inside with as much care as a chef plating a meal. The sight of him kissing your clit again only drew another helpless moan from your throat. It felt so dirty. So possessive. So good.

“I don't like wasting.” He murmured, his tongue darting out to lick against your clit. “But you knew that.”

His fingers fucked slowly, pushing in just a little more, half of his knuckles now buried in your cunt and wet with your combined fluids. A pathetic whimper of his name from your lips echoed through the room, earning a vibration of a moan against your clit. 

“You think that mosshead could make you feel this good?” He grinned, his voice raspy and deep. Nearly unrecognizable. It made your head spin. 

You couldn't even really argue. There wasn't time to reassure him, to deny that anything had happened between you and the swordsman. It was clear that Sanji had made up his mind about it. The frustration and guilt were secondary to the way his lips closed around your clit and sucked, his tongue teasing at it in his mouth. You moaned, eyes shutting tight. 

“N-No, he-” You gasped out, your voice so shaky and broken. “Just you, he-...Zoro couldn't-”

“Don't say that idiot’s name.” Sanji snapped, lifting his head immediately from your throbbing pussy. With his lips removed from your clit, you whined, but his fingers kept fucking into you. Deeper now. 

“You brought him up.” You retorted immediately, and even though you were frustrated, his fingers curling against your g-spot made your head fall back again. No time to argue. 

“Well, I don't care. I'm the one who's making you cum again.” Sanji replied, his tone just a little sharper than usual. It wasn't like he was asking for permission, either. He decided he'd steal another orgasm for you. 

Any protests died when his tongue flattened down against your folds, licking from his fingers at your entrance up to your clit. Your hands immediately found purchase in his hair, fingers tangling and gripping to anchor yourself. His tongue moved hungrily, almost sloppily, taking great care to explore every bit of real estate and probe at new nerve-endings. His fingers pulled from your entrance just long enough to be replaced with his tongue and rub at your clit, coating you in both of your releases. 

It was too much. Every flick of his tongue and fingers felt overwhelming, and your hips bucked up against his face without your permission. In an attempt to keep you still, Sanji reached up a hand to rest on your hips, but it didn't help. You were too worked up, absolutely losing it just like you always do. For him, for him. It was another claim, another way to mark his territory and remind you whose you were. Just his. Not that you ever had any doubts about it. 

Your thighs closed around his head, and you ground your pussy against his face. Just the way he liked it. He groaned, vibrations sending you off very quickly into your release. Keening, your body stilled and tensed, and Sanji didn't let up once. His tongue kept tasting, probing, and his fingers kept moving. The way the blood in your clit throbbed was bordering on painful, and he only stopped once he was sure he got every drop of cum you could give him. 

Your thighs fell slack around his head, and what's left of your combined fluids glistened on his beautiful face when he pulled his head up. Your body was spent, and when he placed his hands on your thighs to spread them, a wave of anxiety hit that maybe he'd do it again. Luckily, he was as tired as you, instead moving your thighs so he could shift up and comfortably slot himself between them. He laid his head on your stomach, fingers idly tracing pockets of muscle and fat on your thigh. 

Neither of you spoke. You could hear people walking outside, the birds chirping through the window, even the ticking of a clock nearby. None of which cleared the air that was thick with sex and hurt feelings. 

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You didn’t speak for weeks. There were plenty of opportunities where you could have gone to his yakisoba stand. He could have visited your apartment without any concern for staying undercover. Despite the covers being protected, it had fallen from your lips too many times as a reliable excuse. Convenient. Ultimately, it came down to two things; avoidance and heartache. You could see it in the way he grabbed at his hair occasionally when your eyes met, and you were certain (if he had even looked) he noticed you rubbing the bandana you’d refused to remove from your daily outfit.

For some reason, these weeks felt emptier than when you were waiting around and missing him. 

What changed was when everyone had left the capital in preparation for the raid on Onigashima. Proximity made things worse. Camp was bustling with samurai training and Straw Hats reuniting. It was this first night, the smell of Sanji's cooking permeating in your nose, that Zoro approached you. 

“You hung onto it.”

The voice snapped you out of your own self-pity. You hadn’t seen each other once since entering the Emperor’s territory, and despite the way his name had become such a point of contention for your relationship, you couldn’t help but beam up at him. You set down some of the materials from the boxes you were sorting, a clang echoing from the rocking of the metals inside. Turning to look at the swordsman, eyes flickering quickly over him to ensure there weren’t any new injuries. His hands rested on his swords, as they always did. One looked new, though you couldn't be certain. You could ask, but you had finally registered his statement. 

His eye was locked on the bandana pulled through your yukata, one of the culprits to your current suffering. You followed his gaze reluctantly, an amused huff leaving your nose. 

“I did.” You replied simply, fingers quickly moving to undo the tie. “I'm guessing you want it back.”

“Yeah. Would be nice.”

The shifting of Zoro's swords was the only clue that he had moved any closer. With a quick glance, you could see his chest at level with your line of sight. You dragged your eyes back down to the bandana, fixated on the tight knot. 

“You look worse than how I left you.” Zoro snorted. 

Your chest tightened at his observation. Had your misery been that noticeable?

“Yeah, well,” You mumbled, finally able to pry the knot apart, “Things have sucked.”

With nimble fingers, practiced from your days of sewing, you quickly undid the bandana and pulled it through its loop. You held it out to him, finally trailing your eyes back up to his face. His brows were furrowed, eye studious, but otherwise…unreadable. He didn't take the bandana right away, and it was with a click of his tongue that you finally felt the material shift in your hand. A calloused thumb ran over the material, warm and careful, as he rubbed at the fabric you had become intimately familiar with. There was a spot clearly thinner than the rest.

“Got some use, I see.” He remarked, lips curling into a small smile. It was almost a smirk. 

“It-...” You held your tongue, because you didn't quite know how to respond. Besides, the proximity felt awkward. “...helped.”

“It did?” He huffed, before finally taking the bandana from your palm. “I knew it would.” 

You watched as he brought the bandana up to his bicep. He pulled the cloth around like he always did, using his teeth to pull the knot closed. You didn't mean to stare, but the weight in your chest felt heavier than before. Unfamiliar. Maybe it was the attachment to your one lifeline during your time in Wano. Without it, what would you have left?

Zoro, on the other hand, looked satisfied - like a man reuniting with a part of himself, growing back a limb he had lost. His gaze traveled past you, seemingly almost lazy. You didn't bother to follow it. You turned back to the boxes of weapons and materials you had temporarily abandoned, though digging through didn't seem to distract you enough. 

“Thought you would have felt better when he came back. You and the cook fighting or somethin'?” Zoro asked, and the question stung at something in your heart. 

Not bothering to look up, you just shrugged, and that didn't seem to please him. Because he didn't leave. He hovered, just like he had on the Polar Tang, but not under the same obligation. Luffy was back. It wasn’t coming from a place of temporary leadership. It was genuine care beneath the layers of stoicism. 

Your stomach churned with another wave of guilt.

“Why do you ask?”

“Idiot's lookin’ at me like he wants to murder me more than usual.”

Eyes widened, your head snapped in the direction you had seen Zoro look. Of course, you knew Sanji was there. He'd been on your peripheral since he’d come back. You were so constantly aware of him that if you were any stronger, you might have unlocked an obsessive level of observation haki. It was even worse to see that Zoro's observation was correct. Sanji was glaring daggers into him; carving knives, maybe. It was distinct, and you were certain he wasn't looking at you. It was definitely, one hundred percent, directed at Zoro. The swirling felt worse, and you quickly looked back at the box. How the hell do you explain this? Should you?

“He's just being a hypocrite, that's all.” You grumbled, unceremoniously shoving through the supplies in the box. You set them aside, recognizing them as things used to maintain swords. 

“A hypocrite, huh?” Zoro mused, eyes trailing back down to you knelt on the ground. “So, what'd exactly did he do to piss you off?”

“I-...don't-...”

You struggled because of course you wanted to talk about it. It's frustrating, and you'd been dealing with it all alone for weeks now. Zoro was your confidant before, even if he really just served as a body double to help you get through the days. But he gave you a lifeline, a *friend* if you needed it. You had denied the help he had extended more than once last time. Now, you wanted to talk, but you didn't know where to start, and starting meant letting Sanji see you vent to the man he’s ridiculously jealous of. So, you didn't continue. Just angrily shoved whet stones and oils to the ground. 

Zoro hummed, and you didn't have to look up to hear the smirk in his voice. It immediately raised your hackles. Dick.

“You don't have to tell me,” He finally said, looking away. “Doesn't matter. I just thought you'd be happy to see each other. Shows what I know.”

Yeah, shows what you know, you thought bitterly. Your jaw clenched. Why did he sound so amused by it?! 

“I just heard the dumbass wouldn't shut up about you. Usopp said it was getting annoying.”

That caught your attention. If your head wasn't screwed on, it might have fallen off with how quickly you looked up at Zoro. He kept his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, and you were sure he dropped that information so casually on purpose. You stood up from the box, hands reaching to immediately grab Zoro's arms. He stiffened, but didn't move aside from turning his eye to you. 

“What'd he say?!” You demanded, hands shaking his arms maybe just a bit more desperately than intended. That seemed to raise his hackles.

“Jeez - I don't know! You gotta ask Usopp about that. Or, I don't know, ask him yourself!” He snapped, pulling his arms away from your grasp. “Stop being a coward and talk to him already. You're both pissin’ me off!”

Zoro’s advice, no matter how blunt, was welcome. After all, what else were you going to do? Keep dancing around each other? This brief stint in Wano was just that - meant to be a wayward point on an overarching journey. There was no way that this could go on for too long. The moment somebody else noticed this conflict - especially Luffy - it would be over. 

So, rip it off like a band-aid. Seemed smart. Merciful, even. 

It was a misunderstanding. Right, of course. A misunderstanding.

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The Other Side - Vinsmoke Sanji

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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: It's your turn to watch Sanji through the two-way mirror and you're introduced to the other side of your Prince. CW: Solo Male, Solo Female, Mutual Masturbation, Voyeur/Exhibition, Rougher Sex, Primal, Dirty Talk (Sanji gets vulgar), Fingering (F Rec), Mention of 'breeding' (but NO allusion to pregnancy), Use of 'bitch', Spanking, Creampie, Oral (F Rec), Aftercare (They Talk Abt Their Feelings), French Word Count: 4.8k

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You close the door on Sanji, hand on the knob for a heartbeat as you take a deep breath. Then you step back into the room and stand in front of the mirror, looking at him there on the other side. For a moment, he doesn’t move- just frozen where you left him, hand over his chest where you pushed him out.

His eyes are dark, just black ringed in molten gold- the flecks of blue near swallowed whole. They slide away from the door towards the mirror and a wicked sort of grin that steals your breath slowly slices across his face.

Sanji begins pacing the length of the mirror, never taking his eyes off it. And though you know he can’t see you- his gaze somehow never leaves yours. “Want me to show you, huh?” Back and forth he stalks like a predator, eyes locked on the prey he can’t see. “Wanna watch me, Princess?” Sanji starts stripping off his clothes, his smallest effects first, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.

You step closer to the mirror, heart racing. Sanji turns on his heel, suddenly upon you- palms slapping into the glass on either side of you, as if he can just naturally sense exactly where you are. His vicious smile is wide and wild as his hand slowly starts popping each individual button on his shirt. “You’re there, right?” Lower and lower, revealing more of himself to you. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Princess.” His shirt falls open, showing off the tightened muscles of his abs. “I’ll show you what you want to see.” He lets his shirt slide off his arms, hands rubbing over the plane of his body. “Show you just how wretched your Prince can be.” Sanji drags his palm over the bulge in his pants and immediately starts humping into his own hand.

You grab one of the wooden chairs from the little table in his room and drag it in front of the mirror, giving yourself a front row seat to the show Sanji is promising you. You sit back on your throne, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress at your thighs.

Sanji is furiously palming at his crotch, hand grinding against the thick outline of his cock. You can already see the wet streaks of his precum dampening the fabric as it pools at his cockhead and runs down his leg. He rips his hand away with a growl, fingers flying to undo his buttons, hips still rutting into nothing.

He shoves his pants off like they’re about to catch on fire, letting his cock spring free. It’s pulses in the air, slick dripping out and falling in strands towards the floor. Sanji braces both hands against the glass, looking down at it. He’s just as beautiful in the daylight as he was last night, only now you can see every ridge, every vein, every twitch in spotlighted detail. Sanji’s hair rustles a bit in the breeze that cuts through the room from the patio door he didn’t even bother to close.

“This is what you do to me, ma chérie,” he growls. “Every damn day.” His hips press forward, the slicked tip of his cock gliding against the smooth plane of glass. “Do you have any idea, Princess? How often I’m leaking in my pants when you’re around?” Sanji places his forehead to the glass, still thrusting, “how hard I get just being near you?”

You lean forward in your chair a little, eyes fixated on the way his cockhead presses into the glass, leaving streaks of his arousal behind. Your thighs press tighter together as you feel your own pooling between your legs.

Sanji places a hand over his cock, pinning it between his palm and the glass. He bends his knees a little, thrusting up into the hollow space. You can see every vein on the underside of his cock pulsing as it grids up against the mirror. “Yesterday, when I left you there at the pool- fuck- I was so hard. Had my hands all over your perfect little body.” Sanji groans, the tip of his cock oozing as he remembers it. “Fucking asked me if I 'found you attractive' while I was trying not to cream all over your fucking back.” Your fingers tighten in the fabric, unmistakable wetness pooling between your legs. “Couldn’t even make it back to the room, had to jerk my cock in some shitty fucking tent. Sucking that straw just for a taste of you,” Sanji pumps faster, pressing his cock tighter to the mirror. “I knew people could hear me, I just didn’t care. Made such a mess for you there, Princess. Had to bury it in the sand.”

Heat spreads through your body, knees aching to part. “All day long kept having to jerk my nasty cock cause he wouldn’t. Stop. Fucking. Dripping. Seeing you in that slutty little suit- goddammit,” his thrusts become violent, banging against the mirror so hard you’re afraid it might shatter. Afraid Sanji might bust through the wall and take you right there in the broken glass.

You slowly pull your dress up, feeling the hem skimming up your legs- stopping at the knees. “Wanted to take you right there on that bar- show those girls- show everyone- exactly who I belong to. Exactly who this cock is for. My special girl- takes it so fucking good.” You lean forward, watching the way his cockhead swells near bursting. “Show ‘em how good I serve my Princess- tongue buried in her pretty cunt- fuck-” Sanji tilts his head back, chest heaving, “-gonna cum- fuck, gonna- watch me- watch, watch ,watch-“ his begging shatters into a deep, endless groan as his cum splatters on the mirror. His cockhead rubs through it, smearing it over the glass as it slides in fat streaks down to the floor.

Your knees begin to part, feeling your cunt sticking to itself as you pry it open. You let them spread, fingers digging into the soft plush of your own thighs as you try to restrain yourself from touching.

You flinch- yelping when Sanji smacks his hand against the glass- an erotic thrill spreading into you. “Don’t stop watching- I’m not done,” he demands, pushing off the mirror and taking a few steps back. He stands there, chest heaving, cock dripping- just letting you look at him. He doesn’t move an inch, but he can feel it- he knows you’re still watching. His cock knows it too, already twitching back to attention. “I’m never done.” Sanji makes minuscule undulations of his hips, cock bobbing as it thrusts through the air. “Not when it comes to you.” Already, it slicks again, precum dripping to join the orgasm that’s still falling in clingy strands from his cock. “Only for you,” he confesses, hand gripping his hair before dragging down his face. “I can’t fucking cum anymore unless it’s for you.” Sanji’s hands circle his bobbing cock, fingers splayed and trembling like he’s really trying to fight the urge to touch it.

Sanji tips his head forward and a thick ribbon of spit falls slowly from his mouth and lands so hot on his cock you can nearly see little wisps of steam. His cock responds, thrashing as the saliva hits the shaft, cockhead deepening to an angry scarlet. Your pussy squeezes hard, pulling a little moan from your lips, legs widening as far as they can go- dress pooling between your thighs. Sanji’s eyes glare up, and your body heats as if he really can see you. His long tongue pushes through his lips, thickening the ribbon of his spit that he lets glide down; before curling his tongue in a way your cunt immediately responds to- breaking the strand and spitting hard onto himself the rest of it.

Sanji’s hand slowly wraps about his cock. Once he finally has it seated in his grasp, he squeezes so hard that he drops to his knees- and immediately starts pumping himself. “My body is so fucking made for you- all it ever wants to do is fuck you, Princess.” Sanji brings his other hand to his cock and thrusts up on his knees. “Just a pathetic nasty dog desperate for you. Wanna rub up against you,” he thrusts harder, whole body jerking. “Wanna hump on your pretty body. Mount you right there by the pool and let everyone see you take my filthy cock.”

Your hands slide up your inner thighs, body begging to be used the way he’s describing. You’ve never heard such dirty words from Sanji. Always so sweet- always so poetic and kind. The way he talks now is so at odds with what you’ve always known.

And it’s so fucking hot.

It surprises you, but all you can think is how badly you want him to do exactly what he’s been thinking about. How good it feels to know just the mere idea of you has had this much power over him. If Sanji is a nasty dog, then you’ll be his bitch in heat.

Your fingers slide under the sides of your panties, finding your cunt dripping wet and ready to be bred. Two fingers slide to the knuckle into your cunt and now that it knows the shape of Sanji, it aches in protest because you’re just not enough anymore. There’s only one thing- only one person- who can fill you as much as you need. Regardless, you curl your fingers, hand thrusting against your sex. Your other hand presses fingers hard into your clit, letting your hips slowly grind against it.

“Fuuuck,” Sanji groans, tipping forward and pressing his forehead to the floor. His hands stay at his cock, but his hips start pumping into his own hold. He’s turned a little so you can watch the curve of his body plow into himself. Your eyes are fixated on the way he moves, the way his hips hump and body curls. “But, you like it- don’t you, Princess? My special girl just wants to be a nasty little bitch sometimes,” he snarls and your cunt squeezes around your fingers. “I’ll let you. I’ll fuck you like I’m the one who paid for it.”

Your own fingers press deeper- harder- as you watch him from the outside. Seeing the way his body looks when he pumps into you. It’s so desperately erotic, watching from this angle- witnessing the way he looks mounted and fucking his cock into your body. You imagine being beneath him face down and body jolting with every rut.

“Teasing me all the goddamn time with that perfect fucking body. Touching me, grabbing onto me-” Your hips pick up speed, slick seeping through your panties and pooling into the chair beneath you. “Think I never fucking noticed?” A smile stretches across his flushed face and he tilts his head to look up towards you. “So clingy, baby~” he teases. “Something you want to tell your Prince?” His body picks up speed, the rhythm of his hips growing frantic and you rub yourself faster, desperate to meet him over the edge. “Tell him who you’ve been thinking about all those nights he listened to you playing with that pretty little pussy.” Your heels dig into the ground, ass coming off the chair- moans tumbling from between your lips.

“Bet you’re touching yourself now, aren’t you?” The accusation in his voice sizzles up your spine. “I’m on the fucking floor telling you about all the disgusting things I’ve done and you’re sitting there on the other side of the glass with your fingers in your cunt.” Your breath hitches, body heating like it’s been caught- like he can see you doing something so dirty, but it only tightens the coil in your body- desperate to snap.

One of Sanji’s hands slams into the floor, fingers clawing marks into it. “You’re about to fucking cum, aren’t you?” His back arches and there’s little sparks of light against his lower spine. “Fuck, I just know you are. You’re right there. You’re gonna-” He snarls into the floor, before tearing himself away from it.

Before you even have time to process that he’s moved, there’s a loud- slam!- as the door separating you is kicked in. You yelp, as Sanji stalks through it. Molten eyes honing in where your fingers are still pressed between your legs. Before you can even blink, the wind is taken from you as your back is pressed into the cold glass. Your lower half jolts as Sanji rips your panties off your hips.

Your soaking fingers grab onto his shoulders and before you can even get a breathe back, he’s pinned your knees opened and thrust his cock deep into your cunt in one quick motion. He’s already cumming, blazing spurts of his cum that makes your head spin flood your insides. Sanji presses hard into you, your body so flushed between him and the glass. The hard base of his pelvis grinds into your clit and you’re undone. Shameless moans falling from your drooling mouth as you cum hard- cunt still adjusting to the sudden stretch of him as it squeezes him for every drop.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he snarls while he fucks you against the glass. Your eyes flutter, body trembling- unable to do anything but take the pounding he gives it as he holds you open. “You’re made for me too, aren’t you, Princess?” His mouth goes to your neck, teeth nipping, tongue dancing- sucking his claim into your skin.

“S-Sanji~” you whimper.

“Go on. What do you have to say to your Prince?”

Your fingers tangle tight into his hair, hips trying to fuck him back, but completely pinned to his mercy, “It’s true, Sanji,” you whine, sweet tears pooling at the edges of your eyes. “It’s you- it’s been you- want you so bad-“

“Yeah? Still want me after this, Princess?” His face nuzzles into your neck, teeth nipping up at your ear. “Even after knowing your Prince isn’t always so charming?” The question comes as a tease on his tongue, but it stutters in your chest.

You cling to him tighter. “Yes,” you breathe, trying to get the words out through your still shuddering body, “want you so much. Need my Prince. Need my Sanji.”

You feel the exhale of his breath hot against your neck, his lips pressing to the flutter of your pulse before-

The world spins and you’re moving. Your body coils around him, his arms holding tight around you as he carries you so fast back to your own room. Your vision is still swimming, knees threatening to buckle when he places your feet on the floor, but one strong arm wrapped around your waist keeps you upright.

Your body is moved around as Sanji roughly loosens the ties of your dress and yanks it down your body. Your breasts bouncing as they spring free. He kicks it away where it falls on the floor and holds your naked body against his. His hand goes to your chin, forcing you to look at your reflections, the streaks of his cum still wet on the mirror in front of you.

Sanji bends, bringing his lips to your ear, eyes locked on yours through his reflection. One hand comes up to paw at your breast, thumb brushing over the mark he claimed you with last night. “You need your Prince?”

“Yes,” you breathe, leaning back into him.

“Need him when he’s good?” he asks, sucking the lobe of your ear between his lips. You nod- fingers brushing over his kneading your breast, other hand rising to twine into his hair. You yelp in surprise, Sanji’s teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, “need him when he’s bad?”

Your tongue slides over your lips, “yes.”

Sanji’s lips press tenderly to the flutter of your pulse, “Wanna be his Princess?” You nod again, fingers lightly rubbing against his scalp. Your body jolts when he pinches your nipple, rolling it hard between his fingers. “Wanna be his whore?”

The question flows hot and liquid down between your legs and you press yourself back into his erection, letting it slip between the plush curves of your ass. “Yes,” you whimper.

Sanji presses you up against the mirror, your hands flying out to brace yourself. He grabs your hips and pulls them back against his crotch, forcing your back to arch. Your breasts slide through the wet slick trails of his cum- still hot against the cool glass.

Smack!

“A-ah!” you cry out, cheek pressing to the cool glass as you feel Sanji’s hot hand crash against your bottom.

“Tu es une vilaine fille- naughty girl,” he reprimands. “My naughty girl.” You whimper, feeling him knead the delicious sting that seeps straight to your cunt. His hands slide to the lower curve of your ass and stretch you apart. You moan, feeling him open your cunt- arousal dripping from your hole. “My sweet Princess, letting me do anything I want to her.” You feel the head of his cock line up, just barely pushing in and your pussy squeezes, trying to suck him deeper. “So good for me,” he muses, “so perfect.”

Sanji begins slowly pushing himself into you, letting you stretch back around his cock. You gasp, feeling him open you- filling you up from behind. Your hands press against the slick mirror, desperate for some purchase. Your tits swing with the final thrust of his hips when he bottoms out inside you.

You push off the mirror, pushing back onto him. Eyes flitting up, finding your reflections. You bent over in front of him, Sanji’s tall figure behind you. Your gaze roams greedy over his body, down his chest and the deliciously sculpted plane of his stomach. You can just barely see the sharp tips of the arrows at his hips, dropping low where they disappear behind the plush of your ass he holds tight against himself.

Sanji pumps once, stealing your attention- eyes going up to his through the mirror. He’s smirking down at you and you tighten around him, being fixed with the intensity of his expression. He pumps again, harder this time, not breaking the eye contact. And again. You see the way his hands grip at your hips, fingers indenting your skin- and you hope the impression of him stays there forever.

You push back onto him and Sanji gives you a satisfied hum, hand sliding around and underneath your folded body to find your clit. Immediately, he latches on, flicking and rolling it between his fingers- hand at your hips tightening to keep you in place as he grinds deeper into you. Your face presses to the mirror, shaking arms unable to hold yourself up as he fucks you.

Suddenly, you feel Sanji’s hand slide up your spine and into your hair, His fingers grip the base of your scalp and he yanks you back up. Your eyes water, pussy clenching at the way he maneuvers- controls- you. Sanji hauls you up standing and steps forward, forcing your body to press upright against the mirror.

His hand slides from your hair and gently settles around your throat, leg slotting between yours and forcing your legs to part. He positions himself on either side of you, his knees bumping the glass as he cages you between him. The front plane of your body is pressed against the cool mirror, but it glides easily with the slick mess of Sanji’s cum.

Sandwiched so tightly there, you can’t even push your hips back against him. But, you don’t have to. Because, before you can even really get settled in your new position, Sanji starts pumping up into you. Hand going back to your clit to rub quick, tight circles into you.

His body is so hot pressed against your back, face dropping into the crook of your neck where his hand ever so slightly tightens it’s hold. Just enough for you to feel his claim- his control- his possession of you. His mouth finds your delicate skin, kissing and licking the more sensitive spots. His thrusts are so powerful, your heels keep leaving the ground- the weight of your body completely suspended between Sanji and the mirror.

Sanji angles his hips so his cockhead can bump over the sweet spot inside you- just the way he’s learned you liked last night- the shaft of his cock dragging against it with every thrust. His fingers press deeper against your clit, grinding the pleasure in.

“Sanji~” you whimper, delicious tears tipping from your eyes.

You feel his tongue hot against your cheek as he licks them away. “Go on, Angel,” he encourages, “you can cum on me.” His voice is sweet in your ear, so at odds with the way he’s been speaking- and the way he’s fucking you hard now. “It’s what I’m made for, mon amour.” His lips press softly at the base of your ear at the same time his cockhead drives into your spongy spot, and you cum again.

Sanji dives after you, cock thrashing inside the clench of your cunt. Sanji keeps himself pressed deep, feeling the squeeze over every inch of his needy cock. You cry out, tears pouring hot as Sanji increases the buzz at your clit, making sure to milk your orgasm for everything it’s worth. His lips pepper sweet quick kisses down your neck and over your shoulder and he doesn’t stop until your body starts jolting in his hands.

Sanji wraps his arms around your limp body and steps back away from the mirror, holding you there in front of him, just to admire the sight. He nuzzles into you, kissing the side of your head, feeling the swell of your breasts as your chest pants to catch it’s breath.

Your eyes find his in the reflection as your body slows and your mind starts to clear away the hazy fog of lust. Sanji can see the moment it does, the flush of your cheeks tipping into something a bit more embarrassed. And something a little too familiar to him that he never, ever, wants to see haunt your beautiful face.

Sanji sits you down gently on the edge of the bed and kneels down on the floor before you. Your face is still warm as you watch him take one leg in his hands, his warm fingers gently massaging into your still-trembling body. He places his lips tenderly at your ankle, “oh, mon amour~” he lilts, pressing another kiss an inch higher, “tu es belle,” he breathes, trailing a sweet path up to your knee.

He gingerly takes the other in his hands and does the same. “Je suis fou de toi,” he kisses the words softly up your leg, “Je veux être avec toi.” You don’t know the words, but you can feel them. Warm, gentle, devoted. Your body relaxes beneath his adoration, feeling reassured in the way he handles you that his feelings haven’t changed.

When Sanji has placed his kiss to the curve of your knee, he looks up at you from between your legs, the blue of his eyes spreading as the heat recedes- satisfied. The expression on his face is bright and open and so full of adoration it twists your heart. “Sanji…” He nuzzles his cheek against your soft thigh, waiting for you to say whatever you need to. “You still…” your eyes tear away from his face, but you feel his warm hand reach up to cup your cheek. Your voice is so quiet, so afraid to speak what your heart is thinking and Sanji vows to himself that he’ll work every day to never make you afraid of saying anything to him- ever. “…like me, right?” The question carves through him, “I mean, you still think I’m…”

“Mon amour,” his voice is gentle, but firm as he straightens. His hands slide under your thighs to scoot you back further onto the bed and he climbs up with you. He tilts your face to his, kissing that crease between your eyes- making another vow that one day he’d see it for the last time. He pulls back to hold your gaze with his. “You are mon cœur,” he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Ma chérie,” and to the other. He touches his forehead to yours, “Ma raison d'être.”

Sanji softly trails his knuckles down your face, tracing the curve of your cheek. “You are my Angel. Just as much now as you were this morning. As much as you were last night. As much as you have been since the day the stars brought you to me.”

He pulls back, taking your hands in his. “I thought if you knew this side of me, mon cœur, you’d despise me-“

“I could never despise you,” Sanji’s heart warms with your immediate answer.

“I know I’m…” Sanji’s voice trails off and your heart trails after him, but you wait for him to say whatever he needs to. “The things I’ve done…”

“Sanji,” you bring his hands to your chest, letting them feel the beat of your heart. “I’m not upset about that.” You bring his hands to your face, turning into them to hide the embarrassment when you admit, “I like it. I was… I’ve thought about you too, like that.” His breath hitches and you press your lips to his fingers. “I thought if you knew, it would ruin everything.” Your voice dips into something a bit sadder, “I felt really guilty about it, every time I…”

Sanji’s fingers tighten around yours as he tugs them back to his side, “do not ever feel guilty for wanting me, mon amour,” resting them against his own heart. “There is no greater honor in my life than being wanted by you.”

There’s a prettier blush to your cheeks now- softer and more suited for you than shame. “I liked that…” you tell him bashfully honest. Your eyes focus on where your fingers twine together at his heart. “I like it soft too,” you add quickly. “But, that…” The blush deepens as the words fade.

Sanji brings your hands to his lips, gracing them with sweet kisses to your fingers. “Your passion comes in all colors, mon cœur,” he tells you softly. “I will know them all,” another press of his lips, “and we will make beautiful art together.” Your heart swells, feeling so full- so accepted- in that moment, it’s near overwhelming. Sanji’s beautiful image begins to swim as your eyes water. You blink away the building tears and he leans forward, gorgeous and golden, the light streaming over him from the open windows. “I will be good to you, mon amour. I swear it.”

One hand gracefully untwines with yours to brush away the fresh tear that falls. “Don’t cry, Princess.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” Sanj’s world blooms with the smile that settles across your face, “I’m just really happy.” He knows he’s never seen any color more beautiful than the shade of your eyes shining up at him.

His lips capture the moment against yours in a kiss that promises to cherish it forever. “Me too.” He kisses you again, in love with the shape of your smile. His lips press to the corners of your mouth and along your jaw, feeling your contented sigh. He kisses down your neck, giving extra care to the places he graced with his more fiery passion.

Hands on your shoulders, Sanji gently lowers you back against the bed. He feels your entire body relax beneath him as his lips travel down the length of your divine figure. Feels his own do the same as he settles between your legs, your hands petting through his hair.

Your head turns towards the mirror as you open yourself up for Sanji to kiss you in the places still glistening with the makings of your love. Slowly you slip into a sweeter sort of passion, heart growing light. As your eyes trail your reflections, you try to imagine this moment from the lonely window of Sanji’s room- and find yourself happy that you’re both together now on the other side.

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Translations: “Tu es une vilaine fille- naughty girl.” = You are a naughty girl- naughty girl. “Tu es belle.” = You are beautiful “Je suis fou de toi.” = I’m crazy about you. “Je veux être avec toi.” = I want to be with you. “Ma raison d'être.” = My reaason for being

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Sweeter Things - Vinsmoke Sanji

NSFW ♡ 18+ ♡ SMUT

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Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: You never expected Sanji would actually see it, but you had been thinking of him when you bought the lingerie. How will he feel knowing that? Sanji returns to your room to find you dressed in something sweeter and the night takes a more delicious turn. CW: Processing Feelings, Small Confessions, Sanji feeds you little berries with his fingers and his mouth (oo my heart~), Dry Humping, Fingering (F Rec), First time Squirting, Creampie, French Word Count: 5.8k

The Resort Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [YOU ARE HERE!] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

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You lay there naked in the sheets, but you’re restless. There’s so much racing through your mind, your body, your heart… You’re not even sure where to begin to pick it apart- or if you even want to.

The lamplight is low in your room, bathing you in warm orange light as the night presses thick outside. Its the first moment you’ve had alone since getting lost in the whirlwind with Sanji hours ago. You’ve been enjoying it- been loving it- there is no question about that.

But, it’s a lot to process at once and under the blanket of night you’re not sure you can. You’re still lost in it, even without him here- you know he’ll be returning soon and you’ll be swept right back in. And you want to be- it feels good. It feels right. But it also feels… like a lot. A lot you hadn’t expected, a lot you couldn’t have begun to imagine just this morning.

Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. You had imagined it before. Quiet little fantasies you allowed yourself to indulge in that you always felt a little bit guilty about later. But, you never thought he’d had them too. All his affection, all his flirtation- that was just him, you never really thought it was about you in any serious way. You never thought they could actually come true, that all of it had been leading you to something more.

You roll onto your stomach with a groan, face down into the pillow. It smells like him- of course it does. Your eyes squeeze shut and you bury your face into it- considering, for a moment, just letting yourself suffocate here to save you the embarrassment of exploding into a thousand little feathers scattering on the wind.

It’s so much. Too much? Maybe. But, you want more.

Does Sanji? You wish you could just read his mind. You’re desperate to know what he’s thinking right now.

You sit up in the bed, puffing our your cheeks, a strand of your hair floating in its breeze. You stare at your reflection as if she might have answers you don’t, but if she does- she’s not being very forthcoming about it. You wrap your arms around your knees and drop your head into them. Sanji will be back soon and what will happen then? What do you want to happen?

You already know the answer- your body already knows the answer. You want to feel him again, want to share breath and body. You know what it’s like now to be full of him- in every way a person can be. And you’re not sure how you can ever go back to the emptiness of his absence. Even now, everything feels colder- feels hollow, without him here. Sanji had always brought warmth and light to your life since the first day you met. But, this is different… isn’t it?

You jump out of bed, restlessly smoothing the covers back down behind you. These aren’t questions you can- or should try- to answer alone. What’s happening between the two of you is happening between the two of you. And only together can you determine what it is or what it means. But somehow, despite everything you’ve done in the past few hours, that prospect sends your heart racing and static through your nerves.

You slap your palms over your cheeks. This isn’t how you want him to find you when he gets back. Your eyes slide over to one of the little pink bags in the corner of your room and a better idea finds you instead. You latch onto it, giving yourself a new course of action to pull you from the storm of your thoughts.

Fingers digging through the pool of soft fabrics, you find the one you’re looking for. You let it run silky through your hands, before you put it on- admiring in the mirror the way it falls delicately over your form. So soft and pretty, it flows and wisps with every movement around the outline your figure- just barely visible through the gossamer silhouette.

You fluff out your hair, letting it halo, fingers twisting the strands into place. Your look is complimented with a slight blush to your cheeks that you can’t keep away when you imagine him seeing you like this. He’d been on your mind when you picked it out, though you never believed he’d actually ever see you in it. Trimmed in lace and silk, you thought it made you look every bit the angel Sanji always claimed you to be and you had liked the way that felt. You twirl a little now, the lingerie floating featherlight above your waist to reveal the matching panties and you think maybe you really could be his Princess…

Your heart jumps when you hear a rattle at the door and your hands clasp together before you, waiting anxiously to find out if he thinks so too.

Sanji moves through the shadow of your door frame with a silver tray in his hands. “Mon amour~” he calls gently, just in case you’ve fallen asleep, clicking the door locked behind him. “I’ve brought-“ Sanji goes completely still when he turns towards the room, eyes locked on you.

Waiting there for him dressed like you just stepped out of his favorite dream.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens but absolutely no sound comes out- every word he ever knew? Gone. He’s not sure he’s even breathing or if he ever will again. He takes one-two-three steps forward before his legs decide that they don’t deserve to walk the same ground as you. He drops slowly to his knees, knuckles shining brighter than the polished silver as he grips the tray for dear life- face redder than the strawberries he so delicately arranged upon it.

With no idea how he’s supposed to behave in the face of something so divine, he holds the tray out above him in offering, bowing his head in complete reverence. You step lightly forwards, and his blasphemous eyes betray him, sliding up your heavenly figure. His head goes light and his heart pumps frantically as your delicate fingers pluck a plump pink berry and bring it to your lips. When your tongue pulls it into your mouth and you hum with the taste, Sanji knows he’s damned- eyes fixated on the sensual way it swallows down your throat. And then, when you smile at him with soft eyes, those same fingers gently lifting his chin, he knows he’s been blessed again. “So beautiful,” he breathes, leaning into your touch. Your fingers urge him up and he follows.

You step back, a pretty pink to your cheeks as you tuck your hair bashfully behind your ear, “you like it?”

“I love-“ he stutters, “-it. I love it.”

Your eyes shine with his praise, heart sprouting wings. Sanji always knew how to make you feel like you’re walking on water. He could be eccentric in the way he expresses himself, but he makes you feel like magic- like you couldn’t possibly be anything but as miraculous as he claims. “I was thinking about you,” your eyes flit down, fingers pressing together with your nervous confession, “when I first tried it on…”

Sanji’s knees threaten to fail him again and there’s a slight rattle to the tray in his hands. He sits it down before he drops it and his fingers curl, longing to reach for you. “You thought about me?” his voice is thicker than velvet and just as smooth.

You nod, a soft smile touching your lips, “it made me feel pretty…” the rose of your face deepens and your voice floats a little lower, “the way you make me feel pretty.”

“Tu es très jolie,” he breathes. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve always made me feel that way,” you say quietly and it winds around his heart.

“It’s always been true, mon amour,” he says simply, like it could have never been disputed- like he doesn’t understand how you could even consider otherwise. Because he can’t.

Your eyes roam Sanji, dressed now- much more than you. His dark clothes sharpen his tall figure- arresting to behold- and a little bit dangerous. “I’ve always thought…” your eyes go to his, wanting him to feel the honesty in your admission, “…that you were really handsome.”

It’s nothing you haven’t told him before, Sanji is always dressed to impress and you’ve never been shy about complimenting that. But, this is different- Sanji knows that it is. He feels the heft to the words you offer him, weighted with your feelings.

Sanji straightens his shoulders, a hand slipping casually into his pocket, a satisfied grin slicing across his face, “so you think I’m handsome, huh?” He takes a step forward and your heart thumps. “What else?” He entices.

Your face heats as your mind fills with every word it’s ever associated him with. “Gorgeous,” you offer.

Sanji takes a step towards you, “go on.”

“Charming.”

Another step, “mhm?”

You can’t stop the way the corners of your mouth tip up, “alluring.”

“Now, there’s a good one,” he winks, giving you two steps. You clasp your hands behind your back to keep yourself from reaching for him and Sanji’s eyes admire the way your chest pushes forward.

Your lashes flutter a little, “tempting.”

He cocks his head with an arch of his brow, “I like that,” he affirms, another step closer.

Close enough to feel the tendrils of his heat caressing your skin and you tilt forward a little, staying rooted to your spot. “Attractive.”

Another step, “Mmm…”

You tilt your head back to look at him, letting your eyes rake up his tantalizing figure, so- “striking-“ a match ready to light.

He leans over you and your heart kicks up, “and?”

Your tongue darts over your lips, mouth parting to invite him in. “Sexy,” you rasp, eyes beginning to flutter.

Sanji’s eyes darken, deepening the glow of gold as he leans in, his breath ghosting, “again~”

Your breaths begin to shatter, voice barely a whisper, “seductive.”

The edges of his lips touch yours- teasing featherlight. “One more,” he lures.

Your mouth quivers, craving his taste. One desperate gasp stutters in your chest, “irresistible,” it moans before you close the distance and take your kiss, fingers flying to tangle in his hair and keep him locked in it.

Sanji hums with baritone satisfaction, hands settling in the luscious curves of your waist, thumbs skimming over the soft silk. You feel the heat of his palms through the delicate gossamer as he pulls your body flush to his own- back bowing as the kiss presses deeper.

It parts with breathless pants between you, long enough for Sanji to lick the words against your lips, “you are ravishing, mon cœur.” His lips dance across yours, “breathtaking,” tongue pressing into your mouth- “intoxicating.” Your arms tighten around his neck, moaning wider with his rousing intrusion. “You’ve enraptured me,” he groans, hands roaming down the slope of your your bottom, “bewitched my body,” lower, to the plush of your thighs, fingers splaying- “enchanted my mind.” Sanji lifts you into his arms- “possessed my heart-” and your legs wind around his middle, hands sliding to either side of his face as you kiss down onto his worshiping lips.

Your eyes flutter open and find the reflection of your embrace, the way he holds you sitting on his strong arms, the way you tip forward to kiss him from above. The sweet flutter of silk and lace gracefully clinging to your body, soft legs bare and wrapped around a sharper figure- undeniably masculine- trimmed in black and red and dripping danger.

Sanji licks at your lips, his eyes finding yours in the mirror, “an angel in my grasp,” he purrs- a piercing edge to his low voice- “what should I do with her?” It’s a question he seems to be asking himself more than you- his eyes skimming over the way he’s captured you against his more devilish reflection. “She doesn’t even know…” his eyes find yours in the mirror, lips dipping to drag over the swell of your breasts, “…all the way I could ravish her.” His teeth press into the lush curve until he hears you whimper, giving a hard suck to the imprinted flesh and soothing it with the flat of his tongue. Sanji’s eyes burn as he beholds the mark, something deeper stirring in his chest as he growls, “all mine.”

Sanji’s lips find yours again, allowing you to kiss him, letting you show him just how willing you are to fall for him. He steps towards the bed and out of his shoes as his knees scale onto the mattress, tipping you down onto the bed without breaking the kiss- suckling against your bottom lip before hauling himself up to sit above you.

Sanji looks down at his angel, softer than the pillows you’re cradled in, hair haloed around your pretty face. Lips glistening and red with his kiss, chest rising heavy, the tender mark of his teeth pushing up with every breath. Lovely little lingerie accentuates the sweetest parts of your figure, broiling his desire.

Your hands rest palms up by your head, pulse fluttering at your wrists. Sanji drags a finger over the tender skin, feeling the flit of it beneath his touch. He lets the finger run like a blade along the trail of your inner arm to the beat of your heart and then down the center of your body like he might slice the silk off with touch alone. There’s a hitch to your breath as it cuts lower, over the mound of your Venus- and a whimper as he pulls away before dipping into the warm valley between your legs.

Sanji leans back with a deep breath, hands resting on his thighs and you see the swell of his cock between them, straining against his dark pants. He lets his knees widen a little, pushing you open for him- and his head tilts back as he inhales. He can smell it- your desire sweetly calling up to him. He brings it into himself, tangling it in the heat simmering in his deeper body and it flares with the taste.

His eyes open to look down at you, completely submissive beneath him. “All this…” his fingers rub the silken edges of your gown, “…just for me, Princess?”

Your thighs part for him a little more, opening and offering the flower of your body. “Yes,” you breathe, lips trembling, “just for you, Sanji…”

There’s a flash of movement, lightning quick as Sanji swipes something from atop the silver tray at the bedside table. He brings his fingers to your lips- “Open.” You do, no hesitation. You feel something cool slip into your mouth, so in contrast to Sanji’s warm fingers nudging just past your lips. “Close,” your lips wrap around his fingers as he sensually pulls them out of you. “Eat.” The juice bursts across your tongue with the softest press of your teeth, the chilled fruit gushing in your mouth. “Swallow.” Sanji’s hand rests lightly against your throat, feeling the movement beneath his fingers. “Good girl.” There’s a sweet little sound at the blessing of his praise and Sanji rewards you with another plump press to your lips. “Again.”

Sanji takes his sweet time, savoring the sight as much as you savor the taste of everything he feeds you. He brings you another, but your lips don’t part- instead tipping down into a little pout he immediately wants to taste. “No more?” he asks, skeptically- he’s barely given you enough to sate the hunger he knows he’s worked into you.

“You too,” you insist with a voice he could never possibly say no to. Sanji plucks a plump strawberry from the tray, placing the wider head between his lips. He leans down, bringing the pink tip to your mouth, nudging your lips apart. Sanji slowly pushes the cool point in until your lips are pressed together, the sweet berry between you. He hums, feeling you suck at the juice between his lips. It flows down your own as his teeth sink into the pulpy flesh.

He rises up, leaving you with half, watching the way your glassy eyes witness the movements of his jaw and the swallow of his throat- tracking the slither of his tongue for every drop still on his lips. You swallow in time, matching his pace, but before you can lick the juice from your lips, Sanji’s bowed again- doing it for you. His tongue traces your mouth, sucking every bit of the ruined berry left behind- running the point of it from your chin up to the corner where some had carelessly dribbled. “So tasty, ma chérie.”

You dine together, fruit passing through your lips, berries rolling against your tongues. Savoring, swallowing, sucking, the spread between you. The taste of his sticky sweet kisses is heavenly- the tropical aroma intoxicating as the sup grows sloppy. Feast slowly being forgotten in the fervent chase of each other’s flavor. Sanji’s tongue catches every wayward drip from your mouth- wasting nothing and wanting everything. “Full, lover?”

Your fingers trail down his soft shirt, feeling where it dips into the stiffer band around his waist, “not yet,” you confess, still starving for something else.

In one liquid motion, your world spins and you’re atop him, legs falling to either side of his waist. Sanji’s hands steady you as you find your balance- before coming up to rest behind his head. “Look at you,” he breathes, in awe of the sight of you atop him.

His body is hard beneath you, still so dressed and sprawled back in the black. His figure swallows the light of the room, the shadows deepening along his edges. Your hands rest on the hard plane of his abs as you push yourself lower down his body until you feel the bump of his bulge against the mound of your ass. Sanji hums, “go on.”

Face warming, you look down at your hands- eyes unable to bear the heat of his gaze as you keep descending, bottom rising over the swell in his pants- the mound of his cock slitting between your folds as it drags. A path of your arousal stains him as you go lower- head tipping back and fingers tightening in his shirt as you feel the first bump against your clit.

A needy sound falls from your lips, legs tightening around his hips as you immediately dive into the pleasure of it. You rock against him, hands braced against his chiseled stomach. Sanji groans feeling the grind of you, the tightness of his clothes keeping his cock pinned in place for your pleasure. Though it twitches and thrashes against the seam- yearning to break free. His trembling fingers curl into fists with the force of his restraint to keep them off of you. You’re so pretty, losing yourself on his body- using him to make yourself feel good. So much better than he ever imagined it would be- and he had imagined it a lot.

Your pace speeds up as you straighten, head tilting back- bringing the hem of his shirt with you, reins still clutched in your fingers to keep yourself moored to him. Your body flushes pink, hair swaying behind you, the soft hem of your lingerie tickling the edge of his exposed waist. “So fucking beautiful,” the words are out of his mouth before he can think to bite them back to something more delicate. But, your sweet voice praises him with moans that lilt with every undulation of your hips. Faster now, and Sanji’s eyes are drawn to the bounce of your breasts and his mark he left upon them.

You shudder and Sanji feels the way your body clenches when you cum- even through his clothes. A low groan of his own draws from his chest, cock twitching to give you every brush of pleasure it can. He can feel your legs tremble on either side of his hips. See your pretty bare neck- where he thinks about leaving another mark- open, head still tipped back. With a whimper, your hips begin rocking again.

Now, his hands move, finding your thighs and you gasp at their sudden weight, head falling down to look at him, “Sanji…” you whine.

He rubs soothing circles to your soft curves, “want more, mon amour?” You nod, feeling his hands slide between your legs. Your hips move instinctively, grinding against the back of his hands, jostling you as they undo his pants. One warm hand lifts your bottom, the other grabbing his cock and pulling it free.

It’s liberation is immediate, angling heavy back against his stomach, reddened tip flushed furious at its neglect. It glistens with copious precum- desperately lubricating itself to entice you to use it. Sanji lifts your bottom, pushing you higher on your knees as he angles it up towards your cunt. His fingers curl into the crotch of your soft soaked panties and pulls them to the side, urging your hips towards his cock, letting the tip drag through your slit.

You whimper, feeling the heat of it, hips pressing forward to feel more. “Go on, Princess. Fill up.”

Your hand reaches for his and he lets you grab on, twining your fingers together. Your grip on him is sturdy and tight as you rise up and position the tip of his cock at your entrance. Knowing what’s coming, it dribbles more for you, begging to be let in. Your pussy responds with an inviting squeeze as you sink slowly, breath hitching when you feel his cockhead slip inside.

Sanji breathes through his teeth, watching you lower yourself onto his cock. Eyes fluttered closed, faced scrunched with concentrated descent, hand gripping onto his for dear life as you sink inch by inch. “There you go,” he praises softly, “doing so good, Angel.” Your body squeezes in response, sucking him in a little bit further.

You feel every bit of him stretching you out, molding your body to his shape. Opened mouth moans fall from your lips as he begins to drag over that spongier spot behind your clit. From this position you feel everything. Every vein, every ridge, every thick- hot- exquisite inch of him. You feel him twitch inside you, feel his precum flooding into your body- leaking through the grip of your hole as you push him deeper. “So full, Sanji~” your eyes begin to water, body shaking as you take him nearly to the hilt.

“Almost, Princess. Keep going,” his breath is ragged and you feel his strong legs tremble beneath. Sanji’s body is coiled to pounce, desperate to thrust the rest of the way into you, but he holds it back. “Taking me so good, ma chérie.”

Your hand pulls against his, head tipping back with a deep moan as you sink the rest of the way- finally feeling yourself seated fully onto Sanji’s lap. Your tongue lashes out, trying to catch the drool that threatens to spill from parted lips. “There you go, Princess,” his other hand rubs soothingly against your thigh, “there you go…” You stay there, still in his lap, letting your body adjust to him, nearly tipping over with a more violent thrash of his cock. “All filled up, mon amour.”

Your breath steals as you squeeze around him, eyes warming in pleasure. Ever so slowly, you begin to rock against him. “C'est bon,” he breathes, “my good girl.” His words spur you on, undulations of your hips beginning to pull you into a deeper pleasure as your body relaxes and aches around him.

Your thighs tighten around Sanji, expression melting as you begin to ride him- your mind melting right along with it. You slip away into the place that’s just you and him and sound and nothing else in the world. “So full,” you whine again, body growing greedy for his stretch. The sound grows wetter, faster and there’s a rumbling of Sanji’s own voice rolling in his chest- full of foreign words and delicious praises. So thick, everything in your body feels completely electrified, the sounds of your sex rising and your own voice joining the chorus. “So good~” you cry, tears slipping down your cheeks, “feels so good~”

Sanji is absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your angelic body atop him, riding him harder and harder- grinding his cock deep inside your body. Lacy straps slip down your shoulders and you use his own hand to anchor yourself in the hard rock of your hips. His loose hand slides up your thigh, fingers slipping through the side of your soft panties.

Your reaction is immediate- voice breaking, body shuddering- when he finds your clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bud. Sanji lifts his knees and plants his heels into the mattress and begins slowly rising his hips up into yours.

Your breath is stolen and there are stars swimming in your vision as Sanji lifts into you, letting your own weight bear down on him fully. He starts thrusting, rhythmic and strong- at odds with your desperate grind- both sensations heightening the intensity of your pleasure. “More~“ you beg. And Sanji increases his pace- just a bit- still driving with deep strokes of his cock. But, you know how strong Sanji is. You know how much power is coiled in the muscled thighs beneath you, “more more more- Sanji- more-“ you sob, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. His fingers press tighter into your clit, but still- “mor-“

Sanji snaps, hand pulling from yours to grip tight at your waist, pulling you down against him and keeping you from falling off as he begins to fuck you. Fast, powerful thrusts driving his cock into your begging body. Your own movements shatter into nothing as you liquefy in his hold, knees coming off the bed with his upward momentum. His hot cockhead pushes so deep that you feel it in your entire body, every nerve alight with his fire as he humps into your cervix. The hard shaft of his cock grinds over your special spot while his fingers roll into your clit with preternatural speed.

Everything is vibrating and you’re tumbling fast into a feeling so far beyond orgasm. A pressure builds in your low body, swelling and filling you in some new place. Your voice tries to form coherent words, saliva falling from your lips, “S-Sanji- something- something’s happening.”

Sanji knows exactly what’s about to happen and there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more in his entire fucking life. “Let it happen,” he pleads, “do it, Princess- do it for your Prince.” His own eyes tear with his desperation for both your releases, “want it so bad, please mon amour-“

The pressure rises- swells- builds- and, finally- bursts. The sound that breaks through you echoes off the walls and Sanji’s cry crashes like thunder just beneath it. Warmth gushes out of your body, completely soaking both of you and your pussy squeezes so tight you think it may never let go again. Sanji cums deep in the walls of your cunt, cock thrashing and filling, but he keeps pumping his hips. His fingers at your clit keep flying and more squirt splatters over his fingers.

Your entire body liquefies, and you begin to tip, but Sanji quickly sits, wrapping his arms around you, still bouncing you in his lap until every last drop of you both has been spent. Your head falls to his shoulder, body warm as he continues to fuck himself into your spent hole- still desperate to cling to him, whole body jolting with every squeeze.

Sanji begins to slow, his cock quieting- spent and satisfied for the moment. His hands soothe up your back, “Princess,” he breathes, chest heaving. All the words he wants to say to you trip over one another when he tries to get them out- voice stumbling into its first language, “Tu es si parfait, mon amour,” he turns to press kisses into your hair, face still buried in his neck, “Tu me fais me sentir si bien.”

You give him only the smallest of sounds, so completely spent and still lost in your body. Sanji gently pulls you back- needing to looking at you, to see your face. It’s flushed, eyes glassy. His thumbs brush aways the lingering tracks of your tears and you try to focus on his face, “Sanji~”

He presses his lips to your cheeks and nuzzles his face onto yours. You turn into it, feeling the stubble at his chin against your skin. “I’m here, mon amour,” he assures, “I’ve got you.”

You breathe in his scent, letting it anchor you back into yourself. His eyes are crystalline where they look softly at you, “so pretty,” you mutter.

Sanji smiles, pressing a kiss to your eyelids, “Oh, Angel,” he sighs, pulling back to look at your face. Fingers smooth the hair behind your ears, knuckles trailing your jaw. “You are a vision.”

You smile back, the warmth of his compliment seating you back into your body- still seated on his lap with his cock still pressed inside you. “Full now, Sanji,” you lilt.

“Atta girl,” he grins, pressing your lips with a kiss. Your hands rise heavy and he takes them both in his, bringing them to his lips.

Your eyes blink as you watch him place his reverent kisses, eyes dropping lower where your bodies are still soaked and joined. “Um, Sanji…”

His eyes flit up to yours, lips still at your fingers, “hm?”

Your face heats, “I don’t…” he sits straighter, sensing a shift, “I don’t know what happened…”

His face twists, “mon amour?”

“I… I’ve never… I don’t know…”

Sanji’s fingers gently tip your chin to look up at him and his expression softens with a little glint to his eyes. “Ma chérie~” he croon, “is that the first time you ever squirted?” There’s a sweet confused crinkle between your eyes and Sanji thinks he might explode. His grin widens, “Princess~ that’s a good thing.” He places kisses across your cheeks, “very, very good~” and down your nose, “My special girl so good to me~” and at the corners of your lips. “It felt good, right?”

Heat floods as he looks at you and you nod, “yeah…” you look down with a bashful smile, “it felt really good…”

Sanji lifts you back up to meet his eyes again, “there’s my girl.” He presses his forehead into yours, “made such a perfect mess on me,” he sighs so utterly content. “Thank you, Princess,” he nuzzles into you again, “thank you…”

“Maybe…” you swallow, hands fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, “maybe we could do it again?” The question is quiet but Sanji stills for a heartbeat.

You feel his temperature rise and the rush of falling as he throws himself back against the pillows, bringing you with him, arms wrapped tight around you. Your head lands at his shoulder and he turns his face to pepper furious kisses all over anywhere he can reach, “Yes, ma fleur~ Yes, yes~” he sings, drowning you in his affection, “again and again for the rest of my life~”

The sweet bells of your laughter take root in his heart and bloom in his soul. “Sanjiii,” you call, and the sound of his name only encourages his affection. But, you love it- you bask in it feeling radiant and weightless. Sanji loves the way he can feel the smile in every inch of your skin- the joy flowing through every bit of you from his own words- his own actions- his own feelings.

You cuddle there for a minute, basking in the glow each other, before Sanji presses his lips to your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, darling.” His chest aches at the pout on your lips and he places a kiss to the pucker.

His hips drag his heavy cock slowly out of you. “A-ah-“ you stutter, your body not wanting to release him.

His warm hand soothes over your lower mound, feeling himself just beneath it, “shh, it’s okay,” he lulls, letting his warmth settle there from his palms. “Just for now,” he promises, lips pressing to your temple.

Your fingers grip his arm and your body jolts when his cockhead slips free. You can feel the wet rush of cum pouring from your center, now open and empty. A shiver rushes through you- suddenly cold- and you whine from the loss of him. Your body already beginning to feel incomplete without him in it.

Sanji untangles himself from you, rising up, and you automatically move to follow. “Stay here, sweetheart. I’m going to clean you up.” Sanji stands and you take sight of his clothes, face heating as you realize just how much of a mess you made in his lap. Sanji catches you staring and winks, rubbing his hands over the dampness there, “just what I’m made for,” he flirts.

Sanji slowly peels off his clothes, mindful of the way you watch him, liking how his body heats under your rapt attention. Peeling off his shirt and rolling his pants the rest of the way down until he’s completely nude before you. He stands there proud, letting you admire him to your heart’s delight. “Like what you see, Angel?”

You glance away, blushing to be called out on your staring. Sanji simply leans over the bed and turns your face back towards him again. “You look as much as you want,” he grins. “All for you, Angel,” he promises, straightening up again. He gives you another wink and turns. Your eyes trail after him, drinking in the muscles at his back- the tightness of his ass- the power in his legs- as he slowly walks away from you towards the bathroom.

You settle back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling while listening to the sound of running water. Your body grows heavy and though you swear you only blinked- Sanji’s hands are already at your thighs, a warm drag of cloth sliding between them. You sigh at the pleasant feeling of his attentive working, washing you for the second time tonight. He touches you with gentle care, paying special attention to your body, hands running in thorough concentration. It’s a different sort of pleasant from the passion, a different sort of warmth.

“I like this.”

“Me too, Angel.”

Your eyes flutter as you sink into the sweeter things.

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Translations: "Tu es très jolie." = You are very pretty. “C'est bon,” = So good. "Tu es si parfait, mon amour." = You are so perfect, my love. "Tu me fais me sentir si bien" = You make me feel so good.

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The Resort Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [YOU ARE HERE!] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [Waking up to the new day]

[daisydovley]

Morning After - Vinsmoke Sanji

Fluff ♡ Suggestive

One Piece Masterlist Sanji Masterlist

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n] Summary: Your friends corner you, eager to hear the details of your late night adventures. You try not to let them know too much until you and Sanji are ready to tell everyone about your budding relationship. CW: Slightly Suggestive, Fluff, Oblivious Crew, WLW Nami, Peeping Sanji secretly watching the girls' conversation through the mirror Word Count: 2.1k

The Resort Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [YOU ARE HERE!]

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The morning comes soft and golden- sunlight streaming through the windows, the jungle coming alive with the chorus of birdsong. There’s a warmth at your back and before you can even open your eyes, there’s a kiss pressed between your shoulders. You sigh into it as they lazily trail down your spine and back up again. “Good morning, Angel.”

You roll over towards the sound, eyes fluttering open and your heart nearly stops. Brilliant blue eyes peer down at you, framed by golden hair mussed from sleep and curling at the edges. Sanji’s expression is soft and content, lips dressed with a sweet smile. The first thought your mind can form as it tries to emerge from the fog of sleep is, “I could wake up to you every morning.” A thought falls hazy from you lips.

Sanji’s expression breaks into something more ardent. “You will,” his fingers tenderly brush the hair from your face, “if you want.”

Your eyes flutter, waking up to him. “Sanji,” you sigh, turning into his palm, nestling into his warmth.

“Hello, mon amour,” his thumb brushes over your cheek and you place a kiss to his hand. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” you nod, pretty eyes shining up at him. “Did you?”

Sanji leans forward and places a featherlight kiss to your lips, “never better in my life.” You smile into it and return the kiss. Sanji pulls back a little, resting his head on his fist- propped up on the pillows beside you. You settle into your arms- eyes level with his chest- fingers tracing over his heart. “How do you feel?”

“Sore,” you admit, “but in a good way.” Sanji pulls the sheet up your body where it had slipped. “A really really good way,” you assure, snuggling deeper. Your bed has never been warmer. Sanji brushes his knuckles down your face, touch cresting the shell of your ear. “How do you feel?” You ask him back, voice a little quieter.

Sanji’s fingers gently touch your chin as he holds your gaze, “euphoric.” His eyes light, the gold warming with the dawn. “Last night was the best night of my life.”

“Mine too,” you confess and he kisses you again. Soft, sweet, slow- a kiss made for waking up to.

He pulls back, nuzzling your noses together before placing a little kiss to the tip of it. “Time for breakfast, mon cœur.” Your lips pull into a pout and you drop your head face-first deeper into the pillows with an adorable little groan of protest. Sanji laughs a little, rolling to cage you beneath him, “want me to bring it to you?” He kisses the back of your head, feeling you nod with a little ‘mhm.’ “As you wish, Princess,” he moves down your body, trailing more kisses over the path of your spine before you feel the weight of him disappear off the bed.

Your heart lurches with his absence but then tumbles when you see him standing there like he was made for the morning. Warm golden light bathes his sun blessed body in the dawn and you think, perhaps, he simply stepped out of it one day to grace this world. “So beautiful,” the words a breathless and impossible to contain.

Sanji smiles, leaning down to place one last kiss to your crown. “I’ll be back, mon amour.”

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Sanji dresses quickly, practically skipping towards the common villa- so full of light and love and song. He imagines this is what he would feel if he were to suddenly sprout wings and fly. It’s so overwhelming, he expects them to burst forth from his back any second.

“You sure seem chipper,” a gruffer voice shores up to him from a seat outside the villa’s front door. Zoro holds a plate of his breakfast in one hand, picking at it with the other.

“Well, I was,” he frowns down at him, but he’s still so overwhelmingly happy that it’s hard to muster any actual heat for their usual banter. Zoro cocks a brow, fingers pausing momentarily as if he could immediately sense something was different. Sanji ignores him and goes inside.

The familiar rowdy sounds of his crew find him immediately, crowding around the tables they’ve pushed together- having claimed the entire breakfast buffet. Much to the dismay of the villa’s attendant who watches in horror at the way Sanji’s captain consumes everything in sight. Only pausing when- “Sanji!!” he excites. “Okay, everyone is-!” He stops, brows furrowing, neck stretching as he peers around Sanji, watching the door expectantly and frowning when you don’t come through. “We’re missing one!!”

“She’s still tired, so I’m going to bring her breakfast,” he says simply. Sanji arranges your plate, choosing the best bits and balancing the nutrition- considering how best to replenish all the energy you’ve spent.

Nami rises suddenly, leaning over the table, “she’s still in her room!?”

“Yeah, she’s-“

Nami whips her head to Robin and they share a brief, knowing look. Before they both grab their plates and make their way around the table. “Sorry, Sanji, we’ll be taking that!”

One of Robin’s extra hands pops out to whisk the plate away from him, “hey, w-wait-!”

But the girls pay him no mind as they quickly walk off arm-in-arm, giggling as they set on the path towards you. He freezes for a moment, unsure if he should stop them.

“Oh, just let them go, Sanji,” Usopp shrugs, “you know how they are.”

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You open the drapes all the way, welcoming the sunlight in and cracking the windows to hear the birdsong, letting the soft tropical scents air out the room. You move slowly, body still deliciously sore. Getting completely dressed was something you were not awake enough for, but you slipped on one of your usual nightgowns, long and silky- and far more modest than what you wore last night.

There’s a knock on the door which startles you a bit. Sanji wouldn’t have any reason to knock- he has a key. You pull your matching dressing gown tighter, making your way over to it.

“We’re coming in,” Nami pushes past you no sooner than the door cracks, Robin trailing behind her.

You close the door behind them, “what are you-“

Nami plops down onto the floor near the open patio door and Robin settles in next to her, one of her fleur hands holding a plate out to you, “we brought your breakfast.”

You take the plate and ease yourself down to the floor with your friends, groaning a little, hands rubbing at your shoulders. You look up and both of them are staring at you, “oh my god, we need to know everything,” Nami tilts forward.

“W-what!?” Your face heats under their attention.

“It seems you were successful in your mission,” Robin teases.

You try to focus on eating your breakfast, but- “was it good?” you damn near choke.

“Um, well…” you take a sip of your water, willing it to cool the embarrassed heat. “Yes…” you mutter into the glass.

Nami squeals, “how good?”

Your mouth opens at her brazen question and you look to Robin for help, but she simply gives you a not-so-innocent smile, “I’d like to know as well.”

“It was…” your hand covers your eyes, trying to block out their gazes, “it was very good.”

“Nami was ready to hunt him down if it wasn’t,” Robin tells you, unaware that she wouldn’t have to hunt very long.

“Ugh, seriously,” Nami scoffs, taking a bite. “It’s hard to find good partners on the Grand Line- it’s just full of nasty pirates.”

“Nami,” Robin presses, “we are pirates.”

“Yeah, but like, worse ones.”

“Well,” you say, finger gliding over the rim of your glass, “he was quite the gentleman…” a little grin snags at the corner of your mouth, “mostly,” you add.

“Mostly?” Robin teases. You give a coy little smile and shrug.

“Ladies first, I hope.”

Your teeth chew at your lip, “well maybe not first.” Nami narrows her eyes, “but, many.”

“Many?”

“How many?”

“I, uh… I lost count,” you flush, just now realizing that’s true.

“Okay, I’ll forgive him then,” Nami concedes.

“Poor Cook,” Robin coos.

You pause mid bite. “Why poor Cook?”

Robin points towards the wall, “he’s there, right? Walls aren’t that thick.”

You fidget, “oh, uh…” grasping for anything, “he wasn’t there.”

Nami scoffs, “figures.”

“Hmm. I suppose. He did seem quite happy this morning, I imagine he’d have been far more dower otherwise.”

“Ugh,” Nami groans, with an aggressive chomp, “I am so pissed at him I don’t want to even think about him.”

Your lips snag downwards, “why are you pissed at him?”

Robin snickers, covering her mouth and Nami shoots her a look. But, she’s not deterred, “Nami was trying her luck last night as well.”

You press forward, “what do you mean?”

Nami presses back, “okay, so there I am at the bar by the East Pool,” she begins, hands flying as she shapes her story. “Pretty girl looking all sad in her drink, so naturally, what do I do?”

“Go talk to her,” Robin answers.

“Go talk to her,” Nami confirms. “She starts telling me all about this guy who stood her up, dumped her for some other chick. Yeah, okay, I’ll make her forget about it, right?”

“Right,” you nod.

“But she will not stop talking about him- even when she’s grabbing onto me. ‘Oh, he’s so sexy- Oh, he’s so mysterious-’ ”

“A bartender from one of the other pools,” Robin adds.

“So she said,” Nami nods. “But, she’s warming up to me, she starts talking about him less. Things are going good, ya know?” Her hands slam to the floor and she leans in, “You will not believe what she said to me.”

“What?” you ask, tilting into the suspense, “what did she say?”

Robin covers her mouth, trying to hold in her laugh until Nami finishes the story. “She puts her hands on me. And I am this-“ she holds her fingers a centimeter apart, “-close to her face.” Nami looks you dead in the eye, “this girl opens her mouth and says his name.” Robin’s muffled laughter is the only thing cutting through the tension. “ ‘Sanji’ ”

You gasp, hand flying to your mouth, “no!”

“Yes.”

Robin’s laughter breaks free, “oh, you should have seen it. I’ve never seen her move so fast in her life.”

Nami covers her face and tilts back to the floor with a frustrated groan and you can’t help the laugh that escapes to dance with your friends. It must have been one of the girls he’d charmed at the bar when you were in the pool. You wonder if it was one of the three you had tried wing-manning for him. Oops.

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Sanji smiles, watching the girls laugh from the other side of the mirror. His heart flips every time you smile. He can still feel the warm rush of pride at the way you complimented his performance to the other ladies. While Sanji would never kiss and tell, he understands women are a little different. Sometimes, they needed to talk about things. And he couldn’t deny that it made him feel good to hear you brag about him to other women. His body was already heating, wanting to prove itself worthy of more praise.

You were careful not to give any details about your mysterious lover- himself- and the conversation had steered off. But, that’s for the best. For now, anyway. You’d already decided that you’d tell everyone together when it felt right. Honestly, he’d be fine announcing it over breakfast, but he would hold back until you were ready for that.

It bothered him a bit, however, that the other girls thought he had been off with some other woman. You weren’t able to correct them on it, but his fire flares with the need to prove his one and only. He’d make sure to cool it before he got the scolding he knew was coming from Nami after her misadventure. Which, to be fair, was not his fault at all- but he did find it a little funny.

A knock at his door demands his attention and it’s difficult to turn away, especially when he sees your head tilt back, laughing at something Robin said. But, he does- barely cracking the door and eying his visitor with annoyance when he sees who it is.

“Luffy wants your help with something,” Zoro tells him and Sanji sighs, slipping through the barely open door and locking it tight behind him.

The joyful sound of your laughter trails after him through the light of the morning.

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The Resort Part One: Two Way [A special mirror separates your rooms and only Sanji is aware of it] Part Two: Poolside [You really have no idea just how desirable you are to him] Part Three: Wingwoman [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar as thanks] Part Four: Walk of Shame [Sanji carries you to your room, and the situation gets sticky] Part Five: Through the Looking Glass [Sanji watching you through the mirror] Part Six: Save the Last Dance [A passionate dance says more than words] Part Seven: Nothing Else in the World [Neither of you will ever be the same after tonight] Part Eight: Walk of Flame [Bringing the earlier fantasy to life] Part Nine: Not Going Anywhere [Sanji has been so hungry for you] Part Ten: Wanted [Show him he's just as wanted as you are] Part Eleven: Sweeter Things [The night turns a little sweeter] Part Twelve: What About Tomorrow? [When the night ends, what happens tomorrow?] Part Thirteen: Morning After [YOU ARE HERE!]

[inseobts]

Busted! (Secret Relationship)

what if the two of you are in a secret relantionship and suddenly everyone start to realize something is going on?

characters: zoro, sanji, law, koby, ace

(luffy, sabo, kid, shanks, bartolomeo)

words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each

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── .✦ Zoro:

The Thousand Sunny is quiet most days, but today feels especially peaceful. The crew’s scattered across the deck sunbathing, napping, playing cards, and you? You’re on a mission.

Zoro’s disappeared again.

“Where did he go this time?” you mutter, padding softly down the hallway. You’ve checked the deck, the crow’s nest, even behind the kitchen. Nothing. Then you think... of course! The training room.

Sure enough, you step inside and spot him, dead asleep on the floor, his swords lying beside him like loyal dogs. He looks peaceful, his breathing deep and even. You smile. He really can sleep anywhere.

You don’t mean to sit down next to him, but somehow, you do.

Just for a minute.

Just long enough to rest your head against his shoulder.

Next thing you know, it’s dark. The room’s dipped in shadow, the ship creaking gently. You jolt upright, a little dazed.

“Zoro—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

But he just grunts, shifting a little. His shoulder doesn’t move from under your cheek.

It becomes a pattern after that.

You find him again a few days later, this time slumped in a corner of the dining room. You lie down nearby. Sleep drags you under before you can think twice. When you wake, your head is in his lap.

“You’re fine” he murmurs, when you apologize again. Like it’s no big deal. Like he’s used to you being there.

And you start to think… maybe he is.

The naps become frequent. Easy. Comfortable. You stop trying to come up with excuses. You sit beside him on the deck while the others chatter. You lean against him while he sharpens his swords. He never pulls away.

One night, you find him leaning against the wall of the storage room, eyes half-lidded, arms crossed. The moment you walk in, he straightens, just barely, but enough for you to know he was waiting.

He pulls you in without a word. A kiss. Slow, familiar. His hands are warm on your back.

“I missed you” you whisper against his collarbone.

Zoro exhales through his nose “You saw me four hours ago.”

“Still.”

He doesn’t argue. Just leans his forehead against yours.

It’s sweet. Undisturbed. Until you hear footsteps and both of you freeze.

“Shhhit” you whisper, slipping away as quiet as you can.

Neither of you sees Chopper peeking from behind a barrel.

The next day, the crew is watching. Not subtly.

You notice Nami watching you with a knowing smirk. Robin sips her tea, but there’s amusement in her gaze. Sanji is glaring daggers at Zoro (okay, that’s normal), but Usopp is squinting at you both like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

You clear your throat “What?”

Usopp narrows his eyes further “You and Zoro have been acting weird.”

Your heart nearly stops.

You glance at Zoro, who doesn’t even flinch as he takes another bite of his rice “What the hell are you talking about?”

“That you two are obviously acting weird lately...” Nami finally says.

Zoro doesn’t even blink “You’re imagining things.”

“You’re eating your vegetables...” she points out.

Zoro shrugs “Coincidence.”

“You showed up early to dinner” Usopp adds, suspicious.

“Must’ve been a fluke.”

Brook, not missing a beat, says, “I saw you napping with her head on your lap again. Yohohoho~”

You wish you could melt into your chair. But Zoro? Calm as ever.

“She was tired,” he says flatly “What’s the problem?”

Luffy gasps dramatically “You’re dating!!”

Zoro sighs “We were resting.”

You stare at your plate, but a warm touch to your hand under the table grounds you.

Zoro, looking at you like the whole world could wait.

Days pass. You try to be extra careful. Less glances. Less sneaky meetings. Less…everything.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because one night, the crew catches you.

It happens so fast. One moment, you’re on watch duty, and the next, Zoro is there, dragging you into a kiss. It’s heated, his hands gripping your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, completely lost in each other.

Then “AH-HA!!”

You jolt apart.

Usopp is pointing at you both, eyes wide with betrayal “I knew it!!”

The entire crew is gathered behind him, staring.

Luffy tilts his head “Wait, were we not supposed to know?”

Sanji is fuming “Why him?! You could do so much better, Y/N-chan!”

Robin chuckles “It was quite obvious, honestly.”

Chopper bounces excitedly “I saw them sneaking around weeks ago!”

You cover your face in embarrassment “Oh my god, it was you!”

Zoro groans, rubbing the back of his neck “Tch. Should’ve known you idiots would figure it out. You never mind your own business.”

Luffy grins “Well, at least you don’t have to sneak around anymore!”

Zoro pauses, then shrugs “Guess that’s true.” He turns to you, smirking “Means I can kiss you whenever I want now.”

Your face burns “Zoro!!”

The crew erupts in laughter (except for Sanji, he cries louder).

Secret’s out.

Now you nap by his side without hiding. You lean against him on long afternoons. You sit close at meals. Luffy teases you both constantly. Sanji mutters curses under his breath. But it’s fine.

It’s more than fine. It’s peaceful.

That night, after dinner, you find yourself heading below deck. The ship rocks gently with the sea, moonlight shining through the portholes.

You already know where you’ll find him.

He’s sitting in the training room, back against the wall, swords neatly stacked beside him. When you walk in, he glances up, but he doesn’t say anything.

You sit beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you.

“I thought I might find you here” you say.

Zoro grunts, not disagreeing.

Silence settles in. Comfortable. You shift slightly, laying your head in his lap. He doesn’t move, just lets his fingers find their way into your hair, slow and soothing.

It’s a simple thing. The kind of closeness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

His hand runs gently over your scalp. You feel your eyes drifting shut again.

“I like this” Zoro says, voice low, almost a rumble.

You blink sleepily, your cheek still pressed to his thigh “Hm?”

“You. Sleeping like this.” He pauses “On my lap.”

Your heart flutters at the quiet honesty. You glance up at him, but he’s not looking down, he’s staring straight ahead, the barest hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I like it too” you murmur.

Zoro’s thumb brushes just behind your ear, then down the back of your neck, repeating the motion. A steady rhythm. Grounding. Careful.

His fingers slip into your hair again, and he continues tracing lazy circles on your scalp. His other hand rests lightly on your arm, as if to say, I’ve got you.

You drift off to the sound of his breathing, calm and slow.

The next morning, sunlight filters through the windows.

You wake slowly, still curled up in Zoro’s lap. His fingers are tangled gently in your hair, and his thumb brushes your temple in slow, steady passes.

You tilt your head, eyes meeting his.

“How long have you been awake?” you whisper.

Zoro smirks, eyes warm “Long enough.”

You stretch, reluctant to move.

“I’m comfortable” you mumble.

He doesn’t stop touching your hair “Good.”

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“I think I’m getting used to this.”

He finally looks down at you, something quiet in his expression, softness, maybe. Peace.

“Yeah,” he says “Me too.”

And you smile, because in this floating world full of chaos, monsters, and adventure… it’s the quietest moments like this that feel the most real.

── .✦ Sanji:

Sanji is always everywhere. In the kitchen. On the deck. Serving drinks. Flirting with Nami and Robin. Spinning around like the lovestruck idiot he is.

Which is exactly why no one suspects a damn thing.

No one notices how his hand brushes against yours just a little longer when he passes you a plate. No one questions why he always makes extra of your favorite dish. And no one, not even Usopp, the self-proclaimed detective, realizes that when Sanji disappears from the kitchen at night, it’s to be with you.

Like right now.

It’s past midnight, and the kitchen is dimly lit. The scent of fresh tea and something sweet lingers in the air as you lean against the counter, watching Sanji work. His sleeves are rolled up, his vest discarded, and the soft glow of the lantern makes his golden hair look even more unruly.

“You’re spoiling me” you murmur as he places a small plate in front of you a delicate pastry, still warm.

Sanji grins, wiping his hands on a towel “Of course, mon amour. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”

You take a bite, humming in satisfaction “Mmm. Amazing.”

His eyes soften as he leans in, resting his palms on the counter on either side of you “I can think of something even sweeter.”

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. You melt into him, gripping the fabric of his shirt as his fingers gently tilt your chin up. His lips taste like mint and a hint of the dessert he just made, and you lose yourself in the warmth of him.

Then a loud BANG from outside the door.

Both of you freeze.

Sanji pulls back, glancing at the entrance “Shit—”

You practically shove him away, wiping your lips as the door swings open.

“Oi, I swear, I'm not here to see your ugly face, I need—”

Zoro stops mid-sentence, looking between the two of you. His eyes narrow.

Your heart stops.

Sanji, ever the smooth talker, immediately turns to glare at him “Moss-head, do you have no manners? Barging into my kitchen?”

Zoro scowls “Tch. Like I wanna be here. Luffy’s whining about meat, and I—” His gaze shifts back to you. Suspicious.

You force a casual smile “Uh… late-night snack?”

Zoro doesn’t look convinced. His eyes flick between the two of you once more before he grunts “Whatever. Just bring food before Luffy eats Chopper.”

He turns and leaves.

You don’t breathe until the door clicks shut. Then you glare at Sanji “We almost got caught.”

Sanji just smirks, brushing his fingers over your wrist “But we didn’t.”

You always try to act normal. You really do. But Sanji makes it so damn difficult.

He’s always sneaking glances at you across the table. Always brushing against you when he walks by. Always bringing you your favorite snacks, acting like it’s nothing.

And apparently, the crew is starting to catch on.

“You guys ever notice that Sanji doesn’t flirt with Y/N as much as he does with Nami and Robin?” Usopp suddenly asks one day.

Your spoon nearly slips from your hand.

Franky strokes his chin “Huh. Now that you mention it…”

Brook chuckles “Ohhh, that is unusual.”

Luffy, mouth full, tilts his head “But Sanji flirts with everyone.”

Zoro scoffs “Yeah. Except Y/N.”

Your stomach drops.

Sanji, who had been stirring a pot at the stove, doesn’t even flinch “I’m just being a gentleman.”

Nami raises an eyebrow “Are you, though?”

Sanji turns, flashing his usual charming smile “Of course, my dear! Why would I treat Y/N-chan any different?”

You force a nervous laugh “Right! That would be weird, huh?”

They don’t look convinced.

Robin simply sips her tea, giving you both a knowing look.

In the end, it’s Luffy who ruins everything.

One day you and Sanji are in the storage room, tucked away between crates of supplies, wrapped up in each other. His hands are in your hair, his lips teasing against yours, and the rest of the world doesn’t exist... at least until the door slams open.

“SANJI, ARE YOU IN HE—oh.”

Luffy stops. Blinks. Tilts his head.

You and Sanji are frozen in place, practically tangled together.

Luffy’s face slowly lights up “OOOOHHHH!!!”

You scramble back “L-Luffy, it’s not what it looks like—”

“YOU GUYS WERE KISSING!!”

Sanji sighs, rubbing his temples “Goddammit.”

Before you can even try to shut him up, Luffy sprints out of the room.

You stare at the door in horror “Oh no.”

“OH YES” Sanji groans, already dreading what’s about to happen.

“GUYS!!” Luffy yells at the top of his lungs “SANJI AND Y/N ARE KISSING!!”

A beat of silence. Then an explosion of multiple “WHAT?!”

Usopp “I knew something was up!!”

Franky “That’s SUPER unexpected!”

Brook “OHOHO, young love~!”

Chopper “How long has this been going on?!”

Nami “You guys really thought you were being secretive?”

Robin chuckles knowingly “Adorable.”

Zoro grinning smugly “Called it.”

Sanji groans, burying his face in his hands “Kill me now.”

You sigh, crossing your arms “Well. Secret’s out.”

Sanji straightens, huffing dramatically before flashing you a smirk “At least now I don’t have to hold back anymore, mon amour~”

He dips you backward, kissing you full on the mouth right in front of the crew.

Cue, another round of screaming.

── .✦ Law:

Dinner on the Polar Tang is always loud. Jokes, clinks of silverware, and Bepo’s laugh echo off the metal walls.

You sit between Shachi and Penguin, pretending to listen to their story about a giant sea bass they swear was “this big”, but your eyes keep drifting across the table to Law.

Your secret boyfriend. Your captain. The man who never smiles in public, but melts when you’re alone.

No one knows. Not even Bepo. You’ve kept it quiet for months. Private looks, quick touches in dark halls, and soft kisses in his room late at night.

Today, before dinner, you stopped by his quarters. Things got… heated.

“Hold still” you say, laughing as you straddle his lap, pressing kiss after kiss on his jaw, his cheek, his neck.

“You’re gonna leave marks” Law murmurs, but his hands stay firm on your hips.

“Good,” you whisper against his throat, lips painted with your favourite lipstick “Let everyone wonder who’s bold enough to kiss the Surgeon of Death.”

He smirks, but you clean him up after. Or so you think.

Now, mid-dinner, you notice it.

Right on the collar of his white shirt, just above the neck, there's a soft red smudge. Lipstick. Your lipstick.

Your eyes widen.

Shachi nudges you “Hey, is that… is there something on Captain’s shirt?”

Penguin leans forward “Yo, Captain. You spill something?”

Law blinks. Looks down “What?”

Bepo tilts his head “No, that looks like lipstick.”

Silence falls over the table. Everyone stares.

You try to act innocent, chewing your food and glancing around like you’re just as confused.

“Lipstick?” you say, blinking “Who around here even wears lipstick?”

They all look at Ikkaku.

She doesn’t even look up from her bowl “Not me,” she mutters “That's not even my color.”

Penguin raises an eyebrow “So… that means…” He turns his head slowly toward you “You’re the only one who does.”

Shachi points between you and Law “Wait… Are you two…?”

Law doesn’t say a word. He just sips his tea like nothing’s happened.

You smile, wide and unapologetic “Guess I missed a spot.”

Silence.

Then chaos.

“WHAT?!” Shachi practically jumps over the table “YOU AND THE CAPTAIN?!”

“How long?!” Penguin shouts, eyes wide “Since when?! HOW DID WE NOT NOTICE?!”

Bepo stands up so fast he knocks over his stool “You’re dating the captain?!”

You raise an eyebrow “You guys okay? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Don’t play innocent!” Penguin waves his spoon “You’ve been sneaking around with him! That’s our captain!”

Shachi gasps dramatically “All those times you disappeared after dinner… And that one time you came back with messy hair! I thought it was just wind!”

“Eheh, I am the wind” you say with a smirk.

Law sighs “You’re all loud.”

Bepo stares “So it’s true? You and Y/N?”

Law glances at you, then shrugs “Yeah.”

Another wave of panic.

“THE WAY HE SAID THAT!” Penguin screams.

“SO CALM—SO COOL—WHAT THE HELL!” Shachi is holding his head like it might explode.

Ikkaku finally looks up, deadpan “You’re all idiots.”

You lean into Law’s side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Told you they’d freak.”

“Mm,” Law mutters “Still worth it.”

Bepo sniffles “I feel so betrayed… I thought we were a family.”

“We are,” you say “Just… a family with a very attractive captain who’s taken.”

“STOP,” Shachi yells “I CAN’T UNSEE IT.”

Law smirks just a little. And you can’t help it, you kiss his cheek in front of everyone, just to drive them a little more insane.

It’s been two days since The Lipstick Incident.

Two days of nonstop teasing.

“Morning, Y/N.”

“Or should we say Mrs. Surgeon of Death?”

You roll your eyes as Shachi and Penguin trail behind you like annoying seagulls.

“Captain! Can Y/N still go on missions or is she on girlfriend duty today?”

“Should we start knocking before entering the medbay now?”

Law mostly ignores them. Mostly. Except that time he dead-eyed Penguin and said, “Keep talking and I’ll switch your arms.”

The jokes died down for a few hours after that. But Bepo has become the most dramatic.

“I still can’t believe I found out at dinner like that,” he says, curled in a blanket like he’s mourning “I needed time to process.”

You plop down next to him on the couch “We didn’t mean to keep it from you. It was just… easier that way.”

He looks at you “Are you happy with him?”

You pause, then smile “Yeah. He makes me feel safe. And seen. Even if he doesn’t say much.”

Behind you, Law’s voice chimes in “I say plenty.”

You turn, surprised “You were eavesdropping?”

“It’s my ship.”

He walks over, drops a kiss on your forehead right in front of everyone. You expect chaos again, but the room is quiet.

Then Bepo grins “Okay. I approve.”

Shachi sighs “Fine. But if we ever hear weird noises from the engine room again—”

“—I will personally sedate you” Law cuts in.

The crew bursts into laughter.

Penguin raises his cup “To our captain and his secret weapon—Y/N!”

Everyone cheers. Even Ikkaku raises an eyebrow and gives you a subtle nod.

You look up at Law. He doesn’t smile much. But you see softness around the eyes, just for you.

Secret’s out. And honestly? It feels kind of nice.

── .✦ Koby:

The marine base is quiet at night, almost peaceful. You walk along the edge of the courtyard, your boots barely making a sound on the stone floor. The moon is high, casting soft light over the base. You pause near the training field and look around. No one’s there.

Good.

“Koby?” you whisper, stepping behind a storage shed.

A soft rustle comes from the shadows. Then he steps out. His hair is a little messy, his uniform jacket open.

“You’re late” he says, but he smiles.

You roll your eyes “Only by five minutes.”

Koby glances around. He takes your hand and pulls you closer into the shadow of the wall. His hand is warm. You lean into him, your heartbeat fast.

“If anyone sees us…” he says, his voice low.

“No one will,” you say quickly “They never do.”

He chuckles “We’re getting good at this.”

“You mean I’m getting good at it,” you tease “You still get nervous when someone says my name.”

“That’s because Garp keeps watching me like he knows something” Koby says, eyes wide.

You laugh “Maybe he does.”

Koby groans “Don’t say that.”

You lean up and kiss his cheek “Relax. We’re always careful.”

He smiles at you, that soft look he only gives when it’s just the two of you “I missed you.”

“I saw you this morning.”

“That doesn’t count. You were in uniform. You called me Sir.”

You smirk “Would you prefer Captain Sweetheart?”

Koby covers his face, laughing quietly “Please don’t.”

The sound of footsteps suddenly cuts the moment short.

You both freeze.

“Did you hear that?” you whisper.

Koby nods, already pulling away. You both hide behind the shed just as two lower-ranked marines walk by, talking about some drill tomorrow. They don’t see you.

Your heart pounds. When the footsteps fade, you let out a breath.

Koby looks at you, serious now “We can’t keep doing this forever.”

You know what he means. But you don’t want to think about it. Not tonight.

“Let’s just have this,” you say “Right now.”

He nods slowly, fingers brushing against yours again “Right now.”

Neither of you say the words out loud, but they’re there, floating in the silence.

This is dangerous but it’s totally worth it.

The sky looks angry today.

Wind whips through the courtyard, and the clouds hang low like they’re ready to fight someone. Fitting, considering your brain’s in a brawl with itself after what Helmeppo said the day before.

"Koby, huh?"

You can’t stop hearing it. His smirk. That I-know-something-you-don’t-want-me-to-know tone.

You march past the barracks, straight toward the supply shed, your usual spot. You pace in tight circles. The door creaks. Koby walks in, drenched from the rain already starting.

“I heard Helmeppo” he says.

You nod “I didn’t tell him anything.”

“I know. But he knows. He’s probably telling his pillow right now.”

You snort, even though your chest feels tight.

“What do we do?” you ask.

Koby looks out the cracked window “I don't think anyone would even care about what Helmeppo says, but I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

You wait.

“…What if we stop hiding?”

You blink “Just like that?”

He shrugs “We tell the truth. If we get in trouble, we get in trouble. At least it’s not lying anymore.”

You walk up to him, water dripping from the edge of the window onto your boots “You’re serious?”

He nods “You’re worth the risk.”

Before you can answer—BOOM! The door BURSTS open like it owes someone money.

There stands Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, holding a giant sack of snacks.

“I KNEW IT!” he bellows, pointing a meat bun at both of you like it’s a pistol “I KNEW YOU TWO WERE SWAPPING LOVE NOTES INSTEAD OF LOGBOOKS!”

Your soul nearly leaves your body. Koby jumps like he just got hit by lightning.

Garp stomps inside, water puddling under his boots “You think I’m old and blind?! I see everything! The glances! The disappearing acts! The suspiciously timed bathroom breaks!”

You and Koby look at each other, stunned.

“I—uh—we weren’t—” you stammer.

Garp holds up a finger “Don’t lie! I’ve seen more romance in your sneaky hallway nods than in a whole damn soap opera!”

Koby finally finds his voice “Vice Admiral Garp, we—”

Garp grabs two rice balls from his bag and tosses them at your heads.

“About time! I was betting with Sengoku you two would crack by this month!” He slaps Koby on the back so hard he almost falls over “Make it work, kiddo. Or I’ll make you regret everything.”

He stomps back into the storm, yelling at the sky.

“I WANT A WEDDING INVITE WHEN THIS BLOOMS INTO MARINE-SANCTIONED LOVE!”

Then he’s gone.

The silence is unreal.

“…Did he just bless our relationship and threaten us at the same time?” you ask.

Koby looks dazed “I think he also gave us lunch.”

You both stare at the rice balls on the ground.

You reach for one “So… no more hiding?”

Koby grins “No more hiding.”

You nod “Good. But that wasn’t romantic. That was a jump scare.”

By the next morning, everyone knows.

You’re not sure how.

Maybe it was Garp yelling across the courtyard. Maybe it was the rice ball slap. Maybe it was the way Koby smiled at you in front of a full squad meeting like it was no big deal. But now, it’s official.

You’re walking through the halls and two marines actually wink at you.

One gives you a thumbs-up. Another whispers, “Cute couple” like this is high school.

And then there’s Helmeppo, waiting by the stairs like he’s been practicing his lines all night.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls “Look who finally stopped sneaking off like a pair of guilty raccoons.”

You roll your eyes “Don’t you have training or something?”

“Oh, I do. But this is more fun,” he says, grinning “You two really had me fooled. All those ‘Yes, sir’s and ‘Permission to speak freely’s. Cute. Very professional. Very fake.”

“I will tape your mouth shut” you say calmly.

“Spicy,” Helmeppo whistles “No wonder Koby’s in love.”

You expect Koby to stammer. To panic. To turn bright red and pretend none of this is happening.

Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist and says “Yeah. I am.”

What.

You turn to him “Who are you and what did you do with the shy marine I was dating in secret?”

He grins, a little pink in the cheeks, but steady “I’m done hiding. I like holding your hand. I like saying it.”

Helmeppo looks personally attacked “You’re gonna make me throw up.”

Koby shrugs “Go drink some water.”

You’re still trying to recover from the whiplash when Koby turns to you again, softer this time. No audience, no drama, just him.

“I missed being close to you,” he says “Even just walking next to you without pretending it means nothing. I hated pretending.”

Your heart tugs.

“I know,” you say “I did too.”

He leans in, forehead resting lightly against yours “Now I can do this.”

He kisses you. Just a short, sweet kiss. Right there in the hallway.

Someone behind you gasps. Someone else claps. It’s probably Garp. Or Helmeppo. Or both.

You laugh into Koby’s shoulder “We’re never gonna hear the end of this.”

“Good,” he says “Let them talk.”

── .✦ Ace:

It starts small.

Ace, lover of chaos and borderline inedible food, begins pushing onions off his plate.

At first, nobody says anything. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood. Maybe he’s just not feeling it today.

Then it happens again.

And again.

.........And again.

By the fourth time, Thatch is watching him like he’s trying to solve a murder.

“You good, man?”

Ace blinks, mid-push “Huh?”

“You keep banishing onions like they stole your ship or something.”

Ace shrugs “They just taste weird lately.”

Thatch narrows his eyes “You used to eat them raw.”

“Tastes change.”

“You once drank onion juice.”

“I was bored.”

“You said it ‘cleared the sinuses.’”

Ace looks up at him with a done expression “…And it did.”

Thatch is unconvinced. He stares at the sad pile of abandoned onions like they hold answers.

A few days later, Marco walks across the deck and almost trips over you.

You’re napping.

Not unusual. But you’re napping exactly like Ace. Flat on your back. Arm flopped over your face. One boot still on, one off. Dead to the world.

Marco leans down “You good?”

You snore lightly and mumble something about “I hate onions... mh”.

Marco’s eye twitches.

He walks off slowly and finds Thatch.

“We have a situation.”

Izou, Marco, Thatch, and Jozu sit in a huddle like they’re planning a heist.

Thatch slaps down a napkin with dramatic flair.

“Exhibit A: Ace has stopped eating onions.”

“Exhibit B,” Marco adds, “she naps like a dead log in the middle of the deck. Just like him.”

“Exhibit C,” Izou says, adjusting his coat, “he brushed his teeth twice in one day.”

Silence.

Jozu blinks “…What does that mean?”

Izou sighs “He’s trying not to taste bad, obviously.”

Marco nods slowly “Only one reason for all this.”

Everyone says it at once “He’s kissing someone.”

They all lean back like they’ve cracked the code.

Thatch grins wide “And we all know someone who always hated onions.”

Back on deck, you yawn and stretch, bumping into Ace as he leans on the rail.

“Morning” he says, smiling softly.

“You smell like mint” you mutter, surprised.

He leans in slightly “That a bad thing?”

You shake your head, trying not to grin “Nah. Kinda hot, actually.”

What you don’t notice is the small army of Whitebeard pirates across the deck, hiding behind barrels, crates, and a suspiciously placed sail, watching you both with the intensity of trained spies.

Thatch whispers, “Look at him. He’s glowing.”

Marco squints “Is that a love glow?”

Jozu nods “He’s never glowed before.”

Izou fans himself “My heart can’t take this.”

Thatch whispers like he’s narrating a nature documentary “Observe: the rare, emotionally available Ace, brushing his teeth and avoiding onions for the sake of romance.”

Marco chuckles “Should we say something?”

Thatch shakes his head, evil smile creeping in “Not yet. Let’s have a little fun first.”

The crew knows. You just don’t know that they know. Which is why things get weird really fast.

First, Thatch starts offering you food. All the time. Which wouldn’t be strange except “Here, Y/N, extra meat, no onions. Just how you like it” he says sweetly, placing it in front of you with a wink.

You blink “Thanks…?”

He beams “Y’know. For important stuff. Like kissing for example.”

You choke “What?”

“Kissing your enemies goodbye in battle, of course. Wouldn't be cool if you smell like onions.” he says innocently “What else would I mean?”

You narrow your eyes. He walks off humming the wedding march.

Weird.

Later that day, Marco corners Ace.

“You ever think about switching toothpaste brands?”

Ace looks up from his nap spot, squinting “What?”

“I heard mint’s nice” Marco says, deadly casual.

Ace raises a brow “I already switched. Why?”

“No reason,” Marco shrugs “Just figured you’d want to impress… someone.”

“…Like who?”

Marco just walks off.

Ace stares after him, confused.

Then there’s Izou.

He appears next to you while you’re doing your hair, watching like a hawk.

“Hmm” he says thoughtfully.

“What?”

“You’ve got a new little strand tucked behind your ear. That’s new.”

You frown “So? My hair just got a bit too long.”

“Just reminds me of how Ace tucks his hair sometimes. Cute. Subtle. Copying your crush is a classic move.”

You freeze “Wh-What crush?”

He smiles slowly “Oh, I didn’t say you had one.”

You almost trip over the comb.

And don’t even get started on Jozu. He starts playing “matchmaker” out of nowhere.

“Hey Y/N, what do you think of guys with freckles?”

You pause “I mean, freckles are nice... why?”

“No reason.” He grins “You like fire powers too?”

“…You’re literally describing Ace.”

“Am I?” he says, like he’s shocked at himself.

You walk away suspicious. The crew snickers behind your back.

By the end of the week, you’re starting to get twitchy. Ace too.

“Are they acting weird?” you whisper one night as you sit beside him on deck.

“Definitely,” he says, arms behind his head “Thatch winked at me when I refused onions at dinner.”

“Marco suggested I take a nap ‘in a more open, sunny place.’” You glance at him “Sound familiar?”

Ace groans “They’re onto something.”

You whisper, “Do you think they know?”

He shrugs “They’re dumb. I think we’re safe.”

The crew, literally hiding, listening in with cups pressed to the wood.

Thatch whispers, “They think we’re dumb.”

Marco snorts “They’re in love and hiding it like toddlers under a table.”

Izou fans himself “Give it another day. Then we strike.”

It starts over breakfast.

Again, totally normal day. Birds chirping. Sun’s out. Pirates being loud. You stroll in beside Ace, acting casual. Like you didn’t kiss him good morning five minutes ago behind the barrels.

You sit down.

He sits next to you.

Everything is fine. Until Thatch slams his fork on the table and stands up dramatically.

“Okay, this has gone on long enough.”

You and Ace both freeze.

Marco leans in lazily, sipping his coffee “So. You two are dating, right?”

Your eyes go wide.

Ace doesn’t even blink.

And at the exact same time:

You: “No! Who would even date him?”

Ace: “Yeah, we’re obviously dating.”

Silence.

A beat.

Then Jozu chokes on his juice. Thatch drops his spoon. Izou wheezes like he’s been punched.

Marco just blinks “Well. That answers that.”

You turn to Ace in slow motion “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY??”

He frowns slightly “That we’re dating? What—why did you say that so disgusted?”

You hiss “Because you weren’t supposed to just admit it!”

“Why not? We’ve been caught.”

“I was trying to lie!”

Thatch is howling “Oh my god—‘Who would even date him??’ Babe, the man LITERALLY has your name carved into his pillow.”

You whip around “He WHAT?!”

Ace shrugs “Just the initials. It’s cute.”

Izou fans himself “I’m going to die. This is the best breakfast of my life.”

Marco grins “This is better than I expected”

Jozu “It’s like watching a romance novel crash into a comedy sketch.”

You bury your face in your hands “I hate this. I hate ALL of you.”

Ace pats your back gently “I think it’s going great.”

You glare at him “You’re enjoying this.”

“Of course. I don’t have to sneak around anymore. I get to call you mine out loud now.”

That… makes your face heat up. You try not to smile. You fail.

Thatch yells, “THEY’RE BLUSHING. IT’S REAL.”

Ace slings his arm around your shoulders, smug and unbothered “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll survive the embarrassment.”

Izou smirks “Barely.”

Marco raises his cup “To the worst cover-up attempt in Whitebeard history.”

Everyone cheers.

You groan and slump against Ace, who kisses your temple like the traitor he is.

Soft. Smiling. Loud and proud.

And now you’re never living this down.

[strawberrychansora]

Hiii!! It’s been a little for me, how are you? Hopefully everything’s good!

Can I request reader just needing a hug without kinda realizing it? Like her moods just more gloomy then usual and she’s more quiet? Once the op men hug her she just like melts in their hold!

If you could do it with the monster trio and ussop that would be perfect!!

Don’t forget to slow down when you need to and drink lots of water and eat properly!!

Monster Trio + Usopp x fem!reader who’s gloomy and quiet without realizing she needs a hug

a/n: hi love, I’m doing well, thank you! I hope you’re doing good as well. Don’t worry about me I appreciate the concern, though! I wasn’t sure if you wanted these as headcanons or mini fics, so I went with mini fics. Hope you enjoy, pookie 💛

divider by @cafekitsune

One Piece Masterlist

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy is a very emotionally intelligent man, so he immediately knew something was wrong.

You’re sitting on the deck, staring at the waves without really seeing them. You’re not sad, exactly — just heavy. Quiet. A little dimmer than usual.

Luffy plops down beside you, legs crossed, watching your face instead of the ocean.

“You’re weird today,” he says bluntly.

You blink. “What?”

“You’re quiet.” He leans closer, squinting like he’s trying to read your thoughts. “And your face looks… droopy.”

You huff a tiny laugh. “I’m fine, Luffy.”

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

Without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you straight into his lap, arms wrapping around you like a vine.

“Luffy—!”

“Nope,” he says, burying his face in your shoulder. “You need a hug.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the moment his warmth surrounds you, your body just… gives up. Your muscles soften, your shoulders drop, and you sink into him like you’ve been tired for days.

Luffy hums, pleased. “See? I knew it.”

He rocks you gently, cheek pressed to your neck, holding you like you’re something soft and important.

And for the first time all day, you breathe.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t pick up on emotions easily, but he picks up on yours. You’re quieter than usual, not teasing him and that’s enough for him to frown.

You pass Zoro on the deck with a small wave, heading toward the stairs. You don’t say much — you don’t have the energy — but you don’t think he’ll notice.

He does.

“Oi,” he calls, voice low. “Come here.”

You stop, confused. “What is it?”

He steps closer, studying your face with that sharp, quiet intensity he only uses when he’s worried.

“You’re off.”

“I’m just tired,” you say, shrugging.

Zoro doesn’t believe that for a second. He reaches out, gently but firmly taking your wrist and tugging you toward him.

Before you can react, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest. His chin rests on your head, his grip steady and warm.

You stiffen for half a second — then melt. Completely. Your forehead presses into his shirt, your hands curl into the fabric, and your whole body sinks into his like you’ve been waiting for this without knowing it.

Zoro exhales, slow and relieved, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head.

“…Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thought so.”

He holds you until your breathing evens out, until the heaviness lifts just a little.

He doesn’t let go until you do.

Blackleg Sanji

Sanji is incredibly attuned to people’s emotions, especially yours. He’s always attentive to your moods and somehow notices before you even do.

Sanji is humming in the kitchen when you walk in, but he stops the moment he sees your face.

You don’t say anything, your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and your holding your own arms like your cold.

He wipes his hands on a towel and approaches you gently.

“My love,” he says softly, “come here.”

You blink. “Sanji, I’m okay—”

He shakes his head, stepping closer, voice gentle but firm. “Please. Come here.”

You stand, and he pulls you into his arms the second you’re close enough. One hand cups the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist, holding you like you’re something fragile he’s afraid to drop.

You try to stay stiff, to pretend you’re fine — but the warmth of him, the smell of spices and smoke, the steady beat of his heart…

Your body melts against him like butter in a warm pan.

Sanji’s breath catches. He holds you tighter, swaying you gently.

“There you go,” he whispers into your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until he wipes your cheek with his thumb.

He kisses your forehead, slow and tender. “You never have to be strong alone, sweetheart. Remember, we talked about this. We don’t hide things from each other I’m here.”

Then he makes your favorite comfort meal, carries you to bed, and wraps you in his arms, letting you finally rest.

Usopp

Usopp is tinkering with something on the deck when you walk by. Normally you’d stop to tease him or ask what he’s building, but today you just give a small nod and keep going.

He freezes.

“Y/N?”

You pause. “Yeah?”

He studies you — really studies you — and his expression softens.

“You’re not laughing,” he says quietly. “You always laugh at my jokes.”

You try to smile. “Sorry. I’m just—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He stands, walks over, and wraps his arms around you in a warm, protective hug.

It’s gentle at first, like he’s giving you space to pull away.

But you don’t.

You melt into him so fast he stumbles a little, tightening his hold instinctively. Your forehead presses into his shoulder, your hands clutching the back of his shirt.

“Oh,” he whispers, surprised. “You… really needed this.”

His arms wrap around you fully now, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay right here.”

And you do.

[strawvrse]

Imagine fucking Buggy and using his own cock as a strap.

Buggy squirms beneath you as your hand tangles in his hair, and you yank his head back. He's tearfully begging, though he doesn't know what for. Your hips snap forward, driving his own cock into him. The feeling is overwhelming, slowly reducing him to a drooling mess on the sheets. Amongst his mindless babbling you hear the word “bite” so you lean down and press your teeth into his shoulder just shy of drawing blood. You release him to grip his hips, digging your nails in as you adjust the angle, and his back arches deep. The double stimulation of being fucked and his own warm, slick ass around his cock is turning his brain to mush. He whines, and trembles in your grasp as he cums inside himself

[reinerismwrld]

Letting Sanji Free-use You As A Birthday Present NSFW Headcanons

PAIRING: Sanji x Best Friend Roommate!Reader

SUMMARY: “FREE USE: A fetish where partners are allowed to fuck any part of their partner at any time”

GENRE: Smut

WARNINGS: Modern!AU

So you were going down a spiral trying to come up with a birthday present for Sani since his birthday was in a few days, and you didn’t know what to give him.

Sanji always told you he didn’t want you to get him a present, he didn’t like the idea of you spending on him but you didn’t really care about his opinion.

You usually gave him a significant gift that showed how much he meant to you, but this year you didn’t have any ideas at all.

Until one day, when Sanji left his computer turned on

You knew it was wrong to be snooping around, but you were desperate to find the perfect gift for him

You went and read his browser history, and what you saw was intriguing. You already knew Sanji had interesting preferences, and his history was just a confirmation of it.

You noticed most of the porn links that were visited in the last days had the phrase “free-use.”

That night you did the research and found out this “free-use” thing was basically letting someone fuck you whenever and wherever they wanted

Then that’s when your idea came. What if, for a week, you let Sanji free-use you? It’s not like the two of you haven’t fucked before, so nothing would really be put at risk.

And the thought of Sanji fucking you whenever he wanted was something you would also like to experience

The day of his birthday, before all your friends arrived at your shared department to celebrate, you gave Sanji an envelope and told him he could open it after the party.

More to his dismay, he accepted that condition.

Of course, his curiosity won over him, and he opened the envelope in the middle of the party. Sanji wanted to know why you told him, and after reading the content, he understood.

“As a birthday present, I will let you free-use me for a week :).”

Sanji felt his pants tighten at the thought. Was this real? How did you know his recent fetish?

He couldn’t care less. The fact that you were giving him this as a present was everything he could’ve asked for.

Now Sanji had a new dilemma. If he told you he wanted to fuck you in that instant, you would find out he didn’t wait for the party to end as you told him, and what if that was enough reason for you to not give him that present. He couldn’t let that happen.

So he exited his room and tried to distract himself. TRIED being the keyword.

Instead of enjoying the rest of the party, he could only think about where he will fuck you. A week where you will let him do whatever he wants. If he wanted, he could be inside your pussy all day long.

Ok, maybe not to that extent, but still, a week fucking all the time he wanted has pure heaven.

When the party ended, Zoro, Nami, Luffy, and Usopp stayed behind to help you and Sanji clean the mess that was left.

When you were almost finished, Sanji grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you to his room. You hadn’t finished closing his door when he already had you pinned over it, holding both of your hands to each side of your head, and you smirked.

“So you’ve read it.”

“You have no idea of all the things I’m gonna do to you.”

Before he could do something else, you heard Nami shouting they were finished, and after telling her you will call her tomorrow and thank them, you listened to the front door shut.

And that’s basically how it started the Free-use week.

During the "free-use" week

Sanji took the free-use thing seriously.

He woke you up, eating you out like you were his last meal, and then proceeded to fuck you.

Making you give him a blowjob whenever he was watching TV or even cooking. Hell, he would even make you suck him off if he was on a call with the guys. He didn’t care.

He also took advantage of the fact that you were working from home, and since he wanted to feel his cock inside you, but didn’t want to disturb you that much, he told you he wanted you to cockwarm him.

You didn’t fully understand his request at first, but after a brief explanation of the term, you accepted.

Not only because, in the end, it was his birthday gift, but the idea of him just inside you was excellent.

And, of course, after your work, he proceeded to pin you down on your bed and fuck you until you came at least 3 times.

He also didn’t care if you were showering or preparing food. He just fucked you right there.

But what you liked about all this thing it was that Sanji also made sure you were enjoying it as much as he was.

There were times when some meetings required you to turn on your camera, so during those classes, you just gave Sanji a handjob.

What you really enjoyed was all the dirty things Sanji said to you during this week.

Your favorite one being, “I can’t believe even after fucking you restless, you’re still so tight for me.”

Something about the fact that only for him you would ever do this helped him to treasure this even more.

After every fuck, he made sure you were pleased, and he also gave you aftercare.

Even if free use meant fucking whenever Sanji wanted, there were moments when he could see you were tired, so he only asked you to cuddle him, which was really sweet, but still, you ended up doing something sexual after every cuddle session.

It was like the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other

When the last day of the week arrived, you and Sanji took your time.

For some reason knowing this was going to be the last time you would fuck so freely made the two of you enjoy it more

It wasn’t as hard and wild as all the time you fucked this week. It was slow and sweet

Sanji washed your body with wet kisses and filled your head with so many compliments that it made you lightheaded

It was almost midnight when the two of you were just lying on his bed, enjoying each other’s presence in silence

“Did you like your present?” you asked Sanji. You already knew the answer but needed to hear him say it.

“I loved it. I’m bummed out it’s finishing tho,” he sighed. You lifted your body and used your arm as a support so you could see his face.

“Well, we’re still within the week. Is there something you wanna do before the week finishes?”

Sanji only wanted to do one thing he didn’t do during the week.

He grabbed your cheek and kissed you on the lips. You could feel his tongue wanting to enter your mouth.

You were surprised at first, but you quickly let him enter your mouth

Sanji moved your body so you could straddle him

You stopped when the two of you were starting to get out of breath, which, to be honest, both of you hated since you were enjoying the kiss.

While you waited for Sanji to say something, you fixed the hair that was falling on his forehead that was also covering part of his eyes.

Sanji didn’t want to stop. For the first time, he was able to have you whenever he wanted without the fear of telling you he wanted to be more than a friend and ruining your friendship, and he didn’t want to say goodbye to that ever.

“I don’t want this to be over.”

You also didn’t want it to finish, you knew Sanji pretty well, and you knew he wasn’t referring to only the sex.

“As I said, is there something else you want?” you asked again but changed your word selection this time, hoping Sanji would catch up with what you were implying.

Fortunately, Sanji did understand this time.

“Be mine, please.”

You smiled and only nodded in response

This definitely was Sanji’s best birthday present ever

n a v i g a t i o n

o n e  p i e c e  m a s t e r l i s t 

[segawaswife]

Thinking about pathetic Usopp who whines when he gets jealous >~<

[segawaswife]

Sweet revenge

Do the boys back home touch you like I do - !JealousUsopp x reader

Synopsis: A certain jealous sniper catches you flirting with the infamous cook of the ship during a night out and makes it his mission to separate the two of you and to mark you as his own

Cw: little to no foreplay, pure smut, jealousy, dryhumping, usopp has a breeding kink, sanji being a perv

Busy rooms, strobe lights and sweaty bodies rolling against each other surrounded you, the club culture was not lost even to pirates. A night out was not new to any of you but this was another level, drink in hand you made your way towards the stairs to get a better look at the dance floor from above to maybe scout out a fellow crewmate. Turns out you didn’t need to look far because before you could reach the top an arm snaked around your waist, gripping onto the fabric of your shirt, an arm you knew all too well, behind you, the cook smirked, a heart full of pride and more noticeably, lust, you knew he acted this way to every pretty girl he encountered, chances are, he didn’t even realise it was you he was cradling, just the closest pretty girl he could find. But he did, he knew perfectly well who he was pressed against, he knew who he wanted to take home tonight, and you knew what he wanted. Gentle lips pressed against your neck, the smell of alcohol on his breath did not go unnoticed by you, his lips remained on your skin for a while, lightly nibbling at your neck before you began turning to face him, shifting in his arms. The music now long gone in your mind as you stare into his lovesick face, the sloppiness in his movements reminded you that this didn’t mean anything to him, it was simply a moment of drunken need that you just so happened to be subject to, you remained in his arms however, enjoying this moment of intimacy in such a busy place.

From across the floor, another drunken pirate was searching for you, asking everyone he saw if they had seen you, you in that short skirt he had sworn was made just for you, you in those heels that drew his focus to your legs, the thought of them resting on his shoulders late into the night, you and that laugh that sent him dizzy with thoughts of your children, laughing the same way you do when he tells you one of his stories. Of course nobody knew how he felt towards you, they would never understand. These thoughts stayed hidden away, only brought out in the middle of the night while he stifled his moans against the sheets he laid in, stroking his cock to the thought of you. His thoughts went wild, stumbling through the crowds of people just looking for you. A sharpness tightened in his chest once he finally laid eyes on you, stood between the arms of the cook, leaning slightly on the railing of the stairs, as though not being next to him was easy, as if the past hour he had spent looking for you had been for nothing at all because you were content there, with him. He remained at a distance, watching sanji caress your arms, running his fingers over the fabric of your skirt, things he had done only in his fantasies. Each movement from the cook shifted something in him, his sadness turned to anger and jealousy, something he had kept under control for far too long.

You managed to limit sanjis actions briefly, making sure he didn’t do something too bad, yet his wandering hands made no attempt to slow down. The back of your mind was filled with thoughts of Usopp, where he was, what he was doing, what if he was doing the same thing sanji was with another girl? The thought made you feel sick, your mind was clouded with all the different scenarios and positions he had her in, a jealousy of your own beginning to form. Your thoughts ran wild, you didn’t even notice him to your right before it was too late.

Before you knew it, sanjis hands were no longer encapsulating you, he was no longer caressing your skin, his touch replaced by the cool breeze of being dragged away by the wrist. Through the crowd, you couldn’t see who’s firm hand was wrapped around yours but it felt comforting, it felt real, nothing superficial like what you felt when sanji held you. Rushing through the exit, the air hit your face, temporarily stunning you, was it the alcohol finally taking effect or was it just the sudden change in lighting forcing you to squint as the street lamps shone onto you. When you finally regained your sight, usopp stood before you, tall and as handsome as ever, yet tonight he had a certain look in his eyes, one of sadness, or was it something else?

He knew what he wanted and that was answers, why you chose to be with the cook tonight rather than him. The walk back to the merry was long, just the two of you, the rest of the crew stolen to the night and the music they refused to depart from. Silence had never been awkward between the two of you until now, he knew what he saw and you knew too. “I didn’t enjoy it if that’s what you’re wandering” you break the silence with this, he knew that already however. He knew you didn’t enjoy it because how could you, he was the only one who could ever please you, at least that was the case in his fantasies. “Why not?” He questioned as the pair of you boarded the merry, heading towards your separate bedrooms. You gave him no response as you shut the door, wanting to forget the whole night. Why had he dragged you away from him if he wasn’t going to do something about it, you began questioning his actions more as you climbed into bed, slipping into a night shirt and removing your skirt leaving you bare

Usopp didn’t want to end the night without doing something either, but he didnt know what to do, he went over everything in his head as he changed, the events of the night plaguing him forcing him to face reality.

Hours could’ve passed, you didn’t know when suddenly a light knock echoed your bedroom, waking you, unaware of the time, you got up, assuming Robin and Nami had come home and were ready to go to bed. You unlocked the door, lazily mumbling an apology for leaving so suddenly when you realise that it wasn’t Robin nor Nami but it was usopp, standing against the doorframe, he looked tired but you could tell he hadn’t slept, before you had time to analyse him any longer he was pushing his way into your room, you tried to protest but the second you opened your mouth he had you in his arms, flung over his shoulder, walking towards your bed. His gentle nature reappeared as he lowered you down onto his lap, your shirt riding up over your thighs, exposing your lack of bottoms. You caught him glancing down yet before you could speak his mouth was on yours, parting your lips, calloused hand gripping onto your bare thighs, dragging them down to grind onto his lap. You make no effort to protest, this is what you wanted, to see the jealous side of him you craved. Your hands coiled round his curls tugging them lightly, earning a whimper from him in return, underneath you, you felt his hardening cock so vividly through the thin layer you had on, with each movement, you felt yourself getting closer to release, you pulled away from his mouth, gasping to catch your breath yet still finding a moment to let out a moan, what he had been waiting for since the second he knocked on your door, a sweet praise from you to let him know that you wanted him.

In an instant you were pressed against your mattress with usopp admiring the way your body looked, waiting for him, remembering how he had imagined this so often. It was then when he spoke for the first time. “Seeing you with him made me realise what I needed to do...” “Tell me I’m who you want, not him” you nodded in agreement but that wasn’t enough to satisfy his needs, “what was that?” He taunted, knowing what he was doing to you.

“It’s you I want… captain” you knew this would do it for him. In an instant you were back on top of him, except this time, he had stripped his shorts off and was now bare in front of you, his hard cock slapping his stomach in anticipation, he lazily stroked it waiting for you do something. You slowly peeled your own garments off, lowering yourself onto him, wincing slightly at his size as he entered you slowly. Praise left his lips as he watched your face scrunch up from the sudden movements, “that’s it” he cooed, making your stomach turn. Your bodies moved together as though it was the most natural thing on earth, his hand placed on your lower back to help guide you as you rode him, his other hand behind his head, propping it up, making it easier to look at your face as you whine, taking him so well. Usopp continued to praise you, generously, letting you know how much he needed this, his thoughts lingered back to earlier, you with sanji, he thought about how he was the one you were riding, he was the one pawing at your tits and how he was going to be the one to come inside of you. His release was fast, yet he gave warning, asking permission. “Where can I…” he trailed off, “inside” you respond, desperate for more of him, to feel closer, to be his.

His hand moved from your back to brush over your stomach, imagining the consequences of finishing inside of you, a vision of your children running around the two of you, making your life harder yet more complete. You being visibly his, carrying his child, his hand remains over your stomach as he finishes feeling it grow under his release. shortly after brings your own release as you fall onto him, his hand remains holding you, rubbing lazy circles over your stomach whispering something incoherent .

As you lay there in silence, you begin drifting off for the night. A sudden movement wakes you up instantly, reminding you of where you were and who you were with, it seems this movement also woke usopp up as the second you regain full consciousness, usopp shifts you, moving your body on top of his own, to fully hold you, limbs intertwined, you drifted off once more.

The morning came in what felt like faster than usual, yet the sounds of the birds chirping was sweet and calming. You removed yourself from usopps grasp in order to roll over but you were stopped before you could get too far away. “Good morning” he whispered groggily, a harsh growl to his voice as though he was losing it. You sat up in response and brushed his hair out of his face. “Good morning” you say as you kiss his head, this act not going unnoticed by him as the second he sat up his lips were all over your bare skin, placing delicate kisses in places you have only dreamt about. A soft hum escaping your lips as you lay back down to be next to him, his arms wrapped around you as he lazily began thrusting into your leg to relieve some tension. “Need you again” is all he says before you wrap your leg around his waist once more, allowing him entrance to you, this time his movements are slow and gentle, not rushed. As he comes closer to release he starts letting out soft, tired moans, making sure to let you know how good you feel. You run your hand over his happy trail, admiring him and strangely getting more turned on by just touching it, he notices how you’re looking at him while doing this and moves his hand back up to your stomach, both enjoying each other in your own ways. Usopp once again asks permission to come inside, followed by your hum of approval, he does, and he lets you know once more of his fantasies of you carrying his child, whining affirmations into your neck while groping your exposed chest. “I just want to see you, to feel you grow because of me, have everyone know that you’re mine” this earns a nod of approval from you, happy to be his, to finally know how he feels about you.

You lay together for a while, enjoying the silence, occasionally taking a moment to make sure the other was okay.

The sudden knock at the door startles you both as you freeze in shock, from outside the door you hear sanji calling your name, asking if you’re awake. You can’t let him know what you guys were doing, you’d have to just wait it out. The silence was loud as you and usopp stood, now, half clothed with your backs against the door, holding in your laughter. After a while he leaves, but not before slipping a note under your door, you lean down, earning a quick groping from usopp retrieving the letter, you open it slowly, sanjis unmistakable handwriting reading: ‘ we never finished our chat last night, meet me later?’ Your eyes darted to usopp, trying to contain his laugh while slipping a hand around your waist, slowly cupping your stomach again, “you won’t be doing that” he whispers as he pulls you back towards the bed.

[segawaswife]

Careless thoughts

Usopp x FemReader - without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

Cw: smut, mutual pining, dryhumping, mild breeding kink?, masterbation, Usopp is kinda ooc (freaky)

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The tide was calm, as were you, the waves slapping against the merry as you match its rhythm with the sweeping brush you were tasked with. A wandering mind was something you weren’t a stranger to so it came as no surprise when you began daydreaming a world where you had everything you wanted; wealth, a life where you didn’t have to worry about bounties or luxuries you couldn’t afford, a life where everyone knows your name, a great pirate, infamous for your skill and power over others, but most important in this imaginary life, was love, someone to share this life of luxuries with. You happen to have fixated this desire on a certain brave warrior, a brave warrior who also just so happened to be passing by you whispering something about being a prisoner to his work, immediately pulling you away from this dream, startling you.

You jolt back, stumbling over your feet, you hoped that the heat rising through your body would go unnoticed by the sniper, but before you could steady yourself on your own, you felt a hand grip your wrist in aid. A hand that radiated warmth even during the cool breeze that surrounded the two of you. “You okay?” his voice echoed through your ears as you felt your face heat by the second, you nod in response, his hand releasing your wrist in one swift movement, he carried on cleaning yet before you could open your mouth to speak again, he was back across the deck working his prior station just as he was before.

Your brain slowly drifted back into the daydream, you watched as his hands gripped the brush he was chained to, lightly dusting the deck, his grip was tight yet the way he worked the brush was lazy, gentle, you imagined the way he would hold you in his hands, only gripping you when he really needed to, when he needed you. A desire burning so bright that he disregarded his usual gentle nature. His hands scratching at your legs, leaving red claw marks as he repeatedly pulled you down onto his crotch, both the material of his overalls and your shorts rubbing together providing you with more than enough friction to feel on the edge of an orgasm. You imagine that Usopp doesn’t need immediate skin on skin friction, he prefers to feel you through his clothes, he likes to feel weak even while clothed. His tight pants growing uncomfortable yet once more supplying more friction for his needy cock. Imagining usopp beneath you, weak to your touch, whining and squirming each time you grind forward, feeling him against you, made you unreasonably hot, its not the first time you’ve imagined something like this.

These fantasies had been ongoing for as long as you can remember, dreams of his scent intertwined with yours under sweaty covers you both couldn’t leave, warmth and bliss radiating from each of you as you share passionate kisses, hungry mouths not wanting to depart from each other, you imagine that his lips are soft, but not as soft as his curls as you tug on them lightly in reassurance that whatever his hands were doing below, was working. The sweat between you both sticking a few stray curls to his forehead leaving you to push them away gently. These intimate moments you conjure up brought you joy temporarily, until the reality hit that they were just daydreams, nothing more than sins left untouched by reality, because you had never touched his skin so intimately, you had never whispered dirty thoughts into his ear while others were around, wayching him try to contain his excitement, and the most soul crushing, he was not yours.

Or so you thought, because from across the deck, Usopp’s thoughts paralleled yours entirely, he too yearned for your touch, your skin on his, your hands on his body, teasing him until pleasure ran through his whole body. You had no idea how many nights he had found himself awake, dizzied by the thought of you wrapped around his cock, pleasing him in every selfish way he wanted. His hands wandering south past his pants and lazily stroking himself to thoughts of you in lewd positions, only him being able to see you like this, he never liked the way sanji would pine over you, seeing past his surface level feelings and diving deep into his own fantasies of you, taking you in front of sanji, letting him know what was his.

However, these same thoughts that brought him so much pleasure, simultaneously, haunted him, he needed you, to see you being absolutely his, he imagined marks of his own covering your body head to toe bruising your skin as a symbol of possession, fucking you so loud that the whole crew would know you were his, finishing inside of you, hoping, praying to breed you, have everyone know you were his. His thoughts ran wild with both pleasure and sadness as reality dawned each time he allowed himself to escape into this facade.

Before long, the deck was clean and you had no more purpose up there together, the two of you heading towards the supply closet to discard of your brushes when you notices him glancing towards you, a look in his eye that you could not place. Electric bolts between you two visible to everyone but yourselves, for now.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! This is my first published fic so pls be kind and leave criticisms if u wish (but be nice about it) I love usopp and I don’t see many fics about him so I wanted to help feed the Usopp fans a little 🫣 also I take requests so feel free to request anything you want to see from me <3

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Bathing with The Straw Hats... (One Piece Request)

Pairings: Zoro x Reader, Usopp x Reader,  Luffy x Reader, Sanji x Reader, 

Author's Note: Thanks for this sweet straw hat request, with very smutty potential 💕 I hope everyone enjoyed all the shirtless scenes in the new seasons of the live action as much as I did 😇 AFAB reader for smut purposes but no pronouns used.

Roronoa Zoro

- No matter how many times Zoro saves your life with the use of his swords, you'll never get used to how much mess the three blades seem to make. You're not one to complain about his heroics, especially when it was so obvious that he felt intensely protective over you in particularly, but today as you wiped blood from your arms you sort of wished he just kicked the bad guys like Sanji did. 

- "Come on Zoro, I saw an inn up the road, we can probably grab a shower there." You tried not to sound too ungrateful as you steered him in the right direction, way too far from the ship to even consider walking the way back there in this state. 

"You could at least say thank you." He rolled his eyes in response, but sounded genuinely a bit hurt by your tone, wondering what he's managed to do wrong this time. 

"Sorry Zoro, and thank you." You slowly your pace slightly to take his hand in yours, seemingless appeasing the swordsman who now wore a gentle smile as he strolled alongside, "I just don't love being covered in blood." You mumbled quickly, hoping he'd barely catch it, but you weren't that lucky. 

"I don't exactly love it either, but you don't hear me complaining. Next time I'll only save your life if I can be completely spotless afterwards, is that what you think?" He huffed at the implication, barely looking at you as you negotiated with the innkeeper and secured a room key, leading the slightly ranting swordsman down a hall with his hand still clinging to yours. 

"I'm sorry Zoro, I should have just said thank you." You sigh out in the sweetest voice you can muster, letting your heads rest against his broad chest the moment the two of you were alone in your room, searching his stern gaze for the telltale sign of him softening against you. 

"You should be sorry, and you should let me shower first as an apology." A smirk spread across his face momentarily, until you managed to make his expression falter with a simple offer, 

"I can think of a better apology." The words came out in a sultry purr, your hands slowly unbuttoning his stained shirt as your eyes stayed locked on his. 

"Oh yeah.." Zoro tried to match your confident energy, but you could see the slight tremble in his hands as he eased your own shirt over your head, switching on the shower and letting the rest of his clothes fall off with each deliberate step. 

- The water of the shower seemed to wash away any inhibitions that had held the two of you back for far too long. The second warm water hit your skin, Zoro's lips found yours, hungry and impatient, his body caging yours against the nearest wall. Your hands skim against his chest, massaging tight muscles and rinsing away the aftermath of battle, each touch earning a needy groan from him that seems to only encourage him more. Your hands trail lower, finding the swordsman's manhood already hard and pressing into your thigh, quickly pumping your hand over it a few times and feeling his sensitive body twitching against you, your kiss swallowing up deep moans as he quickly falls apart at your touch. It won't take long until his spill hot ropes of cum over your stomach, whining with overstimulation as your hand keeps moving, washing away every drop of mess from the two of you. Zoro is going to insist you get every penny's worth for that room for the night. 

Luffy 

- It's not often that you can get your boyfriend to sit still, the enthusiastic captain always dragging you to some new adventure with his long arm wrapped around your waist. So when you find a warm hot springs on a walk with just the two of you, and he agrees to take a break to bathe together, you think this might be the most relaxing date you've ever been on. 

- You should have known better than to expect Luffy to just relax though. The second your clothes are off and the warm water is up to your shoulders, he's all over you. Needy hands are pulling you against his chest, exploring every newly exposed inch of skin like a man starved. He's excitedly tell you how good you look without any clothes on, and how he wishes you could walk around like this all the time because he loves touching you so much and there's always too many layers in the way, his lips sucking against your neck in between compliments and taking your breath away. Through the thick steam rising from the water you can't tell where his eager hands are moving to next, fingers making the most of trailing along your stomach down between your folds, then squeezing your chest and teasing your nipples setting every nerve of your body alight. It was overwhelming, the speed and intensity of every touch against you, your head swimming as your boyfriend made quick work of working you up into a frenzy, a needy whine of his name slipping between your lips and only drawing a mischievous laugh from him. 

"So you like being like this with me too, huh?" It was pure joy from your boyfriend at your reaction, only spurring him on to focus on your pleasure even more, one hand now settling between your legs as his lips landed hungrily against yours. One finger slipped inside you, followed quickly by a second, pumping in and out of you while his thumb drew tight circles over your sensitive button, feeling your hips chase his every movement. His lips swallowed each moan his actions drew from you, his free hands still rapidly exploring your exposed skin, making the most of every part of you that he could tease and touch. 

"Lu-" You could barely speak, the pleasure and sensation so intense it felt like your body might set alight if he kept touching you devotedly. 

"Mm, I'm right here." He let out with an eager chuckle, watching your lips fall open as the pressure building inside you reached its breaking point, your whole body shaking as your walls clenched around his still exploring fingers. "That's it." He coaxed every drop of pleasure from you as your head fell against his shoulder, each delicious noise you let out only fascinating him further. As you came down from your high you wrapped a hand loosely around his wrist, giving a gentle tug but feeling him stay exactly where he was. 

"Don't be silly, we're staying here all day!" 

Sanji 

- Not a day goes by where Sanji doesn't do everything he can to be close to you, to take care of you, to shower you with the affections you so obviously deserve. But he feels so unworthy of your kindness and love, that he can't face you doing anything to help him. That's why you have to trick him into letting you take care of him. 

- You notice he's been achy all day, a particularly tough battle taking it out of him, but you've been through this enough times to know if you offer to give him a massage it will somehow end up with him turning the favour back on you before you can begin to protest. So you come up with another plan. Before you even approach him, you fill a bathtub with the warmest water you can, adding some lavender you borrowed from Chopper and setting a few small lanterns around the room to create a relaxing vibe for the overworked chef. 

- With everything prepared, you find him scrubbing pots in the kitchen, letting out a dramatic sigh as you enter the room. Sanji immediately whips his head around to examine you, stopping just in front of you with a few quick strides, eyes scanning purposefully for the source of your distress. 

"What's wrong my beloved? Who dares pain you?" You bring a your hand to rest gently against his cheek, stealing a slow kiss from the smitten man before you reply,

"I'm just aching my sweetheart, and I need your help with something?" Your interlace your fingers with his and start leading him away from his duties before he can ask any questions, already swearing to move heaven and earth if it means he can alleviate your pain. By the time you have him stood beside the bathtub and he's starting to wonder what you need his help with, your shrugging off your clothes and bringing your fingers to unbutton his shirt and there isn't enough blood left in his brain for him to work out that he's been tricked. 

- "Please join me, love." You put so much emphasis on the final word that you're worried Sanji might pass out and drown, the blonde nodding his head vigorously and waiting for you to guide him into the water, happily taking the spot behind you so you can lean back against his strong chest. Ever the devoted worshipper of your form, Sanji's quick to start pouring handfuls of water over your shoulders, and gently massaging the skin there, still not daring to focus on his own relaxation. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, literally, reaching behind your back and feeling his length stiffening in your touch. 

"You  - don't have - to" Sanji can barely form a protest when your touch feels this good, a soft sigh of his name enough to silence his attempt, his manhood twitching in your hand until you're satisfied you have him under your control. Sanji barely registers that you're lifting your hips until he feels you guiding him inside of you, a choked gasp leaving his lips as you take him deep into your core, settling onto his lap and feeling his muscular thigh tense and relax underneath you. 

"Thank you gorgeous, this feels so much better." You sigh out as you slowly buck your hips against his, letting your head fall back against his shoulder so your lips can explore the soft skin of his neck as he struggles to take a breath. He's so grateful to be taking care of you that he'll barely realise how much better he's feeling until much later, when you've driven him to ecstasy inside you at least once. 

Usopp

- Every day is the scariest day of Usopp's life. And you inviting him to join you in a bath is no exception. You two have crossed the lines into physical love before, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying when you offer him these beautiful new experiences like they aren't ultimately magic to your adoring sniper. 

- He gives himself a pep talk as he shrugs off his overalls in the changing room of the local bath houses you two stumbled upon, hoping the towel around his waist will hide some of his excitement for the activity ahead, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he comes to find the private little spa room you'd talked your way into. 

- Steam clouds his vision momentarily as he steps through the little wooden door, suddenly clearing and making way for him to see you sat with your arms stretched out either side of you, humming contentedly at the warmth surrounding you. Usopp genuinely thinks this might be the death of the great captain Usopp. 

"It's so nice here, quick, get in!" You smile so easily despite the situation, causing Usopp a new level of panic, seeing you so exposed as you splash a handful of water his way sending his mind racing. 

"Yep, yep, I'm coming." His voice comes out way too low, and he turns his back on you to take off his towel for some reason, climbing into the water and sitting on the opposite side of the little pool to you. 

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Your voice sounds so disappointed at his actions that it makes Usopp's heart ache, any insecurity suddenly being overridden with his intense affections for you. He forces his fears to the back of his mind and closes the distance between you in a single dive, practically letting himself lay on top of you instead, his heart hammering in his chest as it presses against yours. 

"Sorry, I got a little nervous." He says quietly, so sincere as he places a soft, apologetic kiss against your cheek, letting you pull him in for a deeper kiss as your arms wrap around his back. 

"Me too," You let out in an excited giggle, melting Usopp's heart and giving him the boost he needed to rest his hands on your waist, the feel of your soft wet skin against his palms with no clothes in the way sending his mind racing. "We'll just have to stay in here until neither of us is nervous anymore." There's a devilish look in your eye as you speak again, and for a second Usopp's sure he's never going to leave this pool of water alive, but if that's how he has to go it's certainly the best offer he's had so far. He steadies his nerves as his grips tugs you tighter against him, his voice dipping low as he spoke again, 

"I can think of a few ways to pass the time." He thinks it's about time Captain Usopp added another great romantic tale to his repertoire. 

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