uh... hi?

Im an adult (20s) who just reblogs fics they like leave me be

[lostfliess]

Um hi to the fellow sanji enjoyers...

I reblog smut and don't properly tag it so make sure you check the og post before reading anything

i occassionally post ships and other non op fandoms

Just some tags here I guess

#my writing for my rare pieces of writing i post here. i usually post smut as anon on ao3 cuz youngins read my works (i used to be a ninjago and lmk fanfic writer)

#very queuete is my queue tag

#trans and awesome for any trans characters including the reader

and sanji related tags i use a whole lot

#sanji one piece you deserve the world

#sanji beloved

#sanji my beloved

Current romantic pairings I reblog and look for:

Sanji/Reader (mainly)

Robin/Reader

Nami/Reader

Jinbei/Reader

Reiju/Reader

Yonji/Reader

Extra Tags I look and reblog for:

Trans/Nonbinary reader (usually under #trans and awesome)

Trans Zoro (also under #trans and awesome)

Male Reader x Male Character

Fem Reader x Fem Character

[gingernut1314]

Can't Go On

Summary: You have been walking for hours and you are convinced you can't go on.

Content: gn!reader, overdramatic reader, Nami and Chopper interaction, Straw Hat Crew mentions and involved but not really shown, Sanji being a softy and a gentlemen as usual, set on an unknown island during a not specific time in the OP timeline

Word Count: 860+

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Your feet were going to fall off. There was no way they wouldn’t. Not with how much they were throbbing and full of spiked pain. You gave an over the top, definitely not needed, discomforted whine. One that has Nami shooting you an annoyed look.

“If you do that again--” Nami started but you cut her off with yet another whine in protest.

“I can’t go on like this.” You all but cried, stopping in your tracks. Nami gave you a roll of her eyes. 

“We’ve hardly made it half way around the island.” You pouted, crumbling to the grassy ground to give your feet some sort of relief. 

“Almost half. That’s half!” You huffed up at her. “Can’t we just stop for the night. I’m hungry and tired and I’m going to just die if I keep going.”

“Oh would you just stop.” Nami snapped, eyes scanning your surroundings. “We should run into the others just up ahead if we’re going the right way, which we are.” Nami grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet which gave a scream at the returned pressure. 

“Please Nami--”

“No. We need to get back to the Sunny before the weather gets any worse. We need to leave this island tonight.” You gave that annoying whine you knew would get under Nami’s skin again as she pulled you along. 

The walk was painful and too hot but finally you and Nami stumbled upon the others, some of which were just arriving too. Nami let you go finally as she began to lay out what the next move was to the rest of the crew. 

You groaned pathetically, falling to the ground once more as if she had been the only thing holding you up. Chopper gave a startled scream at your sudden drop next to him. 

“I’m going to die.” You groaned, flopping onto your back. 

“Die! No!” Chopper shouted, rushing to your side and beginning to check you over. “I’ll save you. Don’t you worry.” 

“It’s too late. My feet. I can’t feel them.” You said gravely, like you had come to terms with your life ending right here and now. 

“Nothing's wrong.” Nami snapped, grabbing Chopper by the backpack and yanking him away. The doctor gave yet another scream, frantically moving his limbs as if he could run away from Nami’s wrath. “Someone’s being overdramatic.” 

“Says you!” You shot right back at her. “Miss. Oh-no-I-chipped-my-nail-polish-and-I’m-going-to-make-it-everyone-esles-problem.” Nami’s eyes narrowed dangerously at you.

“I had paid good beri to get them painted and--you know what. I’m above this. We need to go. Now.” And with that Nami herded the crew away. You gave a sad huff at the fact you would have to get up again.

A hand came into your line of sight. A hand that was attached to a very strong arm which was attached to an equally as strong body. A glorious body that belonged to none other than your crew's blond haired chef, Sanji. 

“That bad?” He questioned, a smile on his full lips. A smile that was kind and understanding. A smile that wouldn’t dare to be amused because you were being overdramatic. It was a smile pulled to his lips because he was looking at you. 

“It’s pretty bad. I hate this. Walking sucks.” You continued to moan and groan. Sanji chuckled, and reached down lower. 

“I agree. Come. I’ll help you.” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” You were quick to take his hand in your own, letting him pull your weight back into a standing position. He let you go only so he could turn his back to you, bending slightly down and over. “Hop on.” 

“But--Sanji. I’m not gonna make you carry me all the way back to the ship. I’m heavy.” Sanji looked back at you, brows furrowed together like you had said the craziest thing ever.

“Heavy? You? Darling, I’ve carried you before and I’ve never thought such a thing.” He gestured with a tilt of his head to hop on again. “Come. I can’t have you dying on me. Who would keep me company while I prepped for the day?” He watched you with such heart-melting affection you couldn’t help but smile the same back at him.

You placed your hands on his board shoulder, feeling his muscles move under them as he reached back to grasp your thighs as they rounded his waist. Your cheeks heated as his soft hands caressed bare skin, bare thanks to the shorts you were wearing, as he readjusted his grip. 

“Alright. Ready?” You gave him a quick, near mousy yes before he started to follow the rest of the crew. You moved your arms so they could loosely wrap around Sanji’s neck, bringing your cheek to rest on the side of his head. You two walked in comfortable silence for a long, long moment. A moment that was able to bring you two a few steps behind the rest of your family. 

“Thank you.” You moved, placing a small but lingering kiss to his temple. Sanji’s grip on your thighs grew tighter at the touch of your lips. His throat worked against your forearm on a harsh swallow.  

“Anything for you, love.”

[gingernut1314]

Let Me See Your Hand

“Hey, Sanji!” You called from where he walked a mere few handful of inches ahead of you while you accompanied him on his journey to buy more food from the local vendors on the island you all had stopped at. Sanji was quick to turn to you, though never once stopping his feet from carrying him sooo far away from you. 

“Yes, darling?” He smiled as if you had made his entire day just by saying his name. You motioned for him to come closer with a small, titling motion of your head. Sanji, of course, was quick to back track the small space between you two. His board shoulder bumped into your own as he matched your pace. 

“Let me see your hand.” You said, holding your hand out, palm side up. Sanji cocked a brow at this. 

“Why?” You only wiggled your fingers in response. Sanji gave a small huffed chuckle and humored you, placing his warm palm in yours. 

You pulled it closer to your face, putting on a good act of examining his unblemished skin. You even turned it this way and that, getting a nice full scan of the hand. 

“Ah…yes, yes. I see.” You mused with a nod of your head, a somber look pulling to your features. Sanji’s brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What are you--” You cut him off when you quickly threaded your fingers between his. Fingers that fit together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. You let your hand, clasping his, drop to your side.

“I see you’re neglecting your duty in keeping my hand company.” Sanji watched you in utter amusement. An amusement that pulled a sun-bright laugh from his lips. 

“How dare I?” Sanji teased, giving you a hand a small yank to pull you that much closer. He bent down swiftly, placing a soft, smooshing kiss to your cheek that had you giggling like a teenager in love.

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[reinerismwrld]

Roommate!Sanji who thinks you like torturing him.

Because for him, that would be the only explanation as to why, every single night, he hears a low buzzing coming from your room, followed by the occasional whimpers and moans you dared to let out. Even if they are as soft and low as possible, he still hears them through your apartment walls.

He knows listening is wrong. So wrong. So why does it feel so good when he takes out his cock from his boxers and starts pumping himself, imagining it's your pussy around him?

At this point, he knows when you are close. The way your breathing starts to escape through your lips, and the way the buzzing starts to become louder and louder. 

He would love to look at you while you use your vibrator to come. He could only imagine the way you are covering your mouth to make as little sound as possible. Do you play with your nipples? God, he thinks they would be all perked up. He would love to roll them between his lips.

He would give his soul to be the one in between your legs, sucking your clit, giving you real pleasure. He would give you so much, though. He knows you can handle it. He knows you could go for hours and hours cumming again and again.

God, he would love to see your face when you're cumming. Bet you close your eyes, and in his eyes, it would be the best view he would ever have. And he starts to wonder… Would you moan his name? Probably. His name would sound so angelic coming out of your lips.

Roommate!Sanji thinks you like torturing him. And the moment he heard his name coming out of you in a labored breath was all he needed to know you LOVE torturing him.

m a s t e r l i s t s

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

r o o m m a t e ! s a n j i m a s t e r l i s t

[reinerismwrld]

Roommate!Sanji who finds it weird that his shirts keep disappearing during the week and reappear the moment he does the laundry. 

Roommate!Sanji who didn't really care until something caught his eye.

Roommate!Sanji who one night walked by your door and, through the crack, saw that you were riding your pillow while wearing one of his shirts.

He swore he could die right there and then. Because now he regrets every time he has washed his shirts without giving it a second thought. The lower part of the shirt would fall directly below your core. And even if this happened, you wouldn't stop.

Your pillow and HIS shirt were starting to get soaked in your juices. Sanji could feel himself grow harder. And without thinking too much, he took his cock out of his sweatpants. He used the precum as lube and started to stroke himself. He used the palm of his hand to muffle the moans that were threatening to come out of him.

The view was perfect. You, with your eyes closed, one hand grabbing the front part of the pillow, while the other one was grabbing the back, as if you were stretching the pillow so you could ride it better. 

And that's when Sanji started to wonder what it would feel like if you were riding his cock. He would let you ride him whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted. Involuntarily, he squeezed his hand around his shaft, making himself whimper. He swore it was loud enough for you to stop… But you didn't. 

And he swore you actually started to move faster. Maybe you were too deep in pleasure that you didn't even hear him. As you started to pick up the pace, Sanji did the same, matching the pace that your hips made as they swayed. Moving his hand up and down.

Your breathing started to become heavier. You were soooo close… Your hips started to move erratically, signaling that in any moment you were going to cum. Sanji just imagined the way you would look down at him and look him directly in the eyes as you were cumming. 

That's all he needed to finally snap. Thick ropes of hot cum came out from the tip of his cock. He swore that was one of the strongest orgasms he had ever had.

m a s t e r l i s t s

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

r o o m m a t e ! s a n j i m a s t e r l i s t

[crimsonquillll]

IMPROPER USE OF !!! - One Piece Men - HEADCANNONS

Summary: One Piece men using their specialities during intimacy, all characters are over 18!

Warnings: (Roronoa Zoro: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of sword and conquers haki, sword dragging, nails raking, mention of happy-line, mention of Mihawk, thrusting, grunting, head tilting, slight choking, mention of splitting, riding, sucking sword sheath, mount mention), (Vinsmoke Sanji: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of ifit jambe and superhealing, could of butchered ifit jambe, whimpering, moaning, veins mention, fingers in your mouth, soaked thighs mentioned, shoulder biting, thrusting, implied doggy style, switching positions), (Trafalgar D. Water Law: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of devil fruit, legs around waist, squeezing, change of positions, implied counter shock, throat/neck biting, breast play, implied hair pulling, riding, mention of veins, denied release), (Eutass Kidd: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of devil fruit, magnetic force mentions, hips snapping, metal fingers sucking, position change, pushing stomach, hair pulling, ear biting, locked wrist, gasping), (Portgas D. Ace: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of devil fruit, sloppy, sucking, clenching, mentions of inch and veins, breast play, nail digging, guiding, slight nipple play), (Sabo: May be OOC, Smut with no plot, improper use of devil fruit, mention of tip, stomach pressing, nipple play, breast play, moaning, releasing, shoulder biting, biting, nicer and shorter compared to the others lowkey)

NOTE: LOWKEY PLEASE BE VERY OPEN MINDED. Had to improvise a lot for Zoro and Sanji  ;0 Roronoa Zoro: - Improper use of sword and conquers haki - : ̗̀➛ In between Zoro’s mouth bit down Wado Ichimonji, as his hand laid against your waist. Your walls are clenched around him, nails raking down to his happy-line over the scar Mihawk left him. His hips thrust up into you with a loud grunt to the point your head tilts up.

: ̗̀➛ One of his hands slides up your middle to wrap around your throat, you feel it. Something pushing down on you. Making you feel limp with him splitting you open, so good. The weakness overwhelms you, it hurts to squeeze around him. The other hand removes Wado Ichimonji from his lips, gliding the blade back into its sheath before tipping it into your mouth.

: ̗̀➛ Zoro picks up the pace, his thumb presses down right on your throat. Shockwaves roam through you, not your release shockwaves, just something enough to weaken your movements to ride him. With the tip of the sheath between your lips.

: ̗̀➛ “You can handle it,” Zoro grunts realising how conquerors haki makes you so weak with him. Another thrust of his hips up into yours, a slow smirk appears across his face. He pulls the sword sheath back, deliciouuusssly dragging it down your stomach and just above your mount, pressing it right there.

: ̗̀➛ You moan, writhe on him as your lower stomach gets that feeling.

Vinsmoke Sanji: - Improper use of Ifit Jambe and Superhuman healing -

: ̗̀➛ He’s extreeeemlyyy warm when he slowly pushes from behind between your walls. Sanji bites down hard on your shoulder, as you feel every hot vein enter inside you. You moan out loud and he says something you can’t make out. His hands glide to your mouth, slipping between your lips.

: ̗̀➛ “You know what to do if it’s too much,” Sanji lets out a quiet whimper. You swear you can see a white flame in your provisional eyesight, Ifit Jambe, he’s only used this against Queen the Plague. But gooosh you wish he’ll use it more on you. It’s so warm and your thighs are soaked in your juices, every thrusting of his hips has you on chokehold.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji flips you on your back, your face a flustered mess of red and hair sticking all over your forehead. “Please,” his lips cascade against your ear, saying your name like an oath, “bite my shoulder. Make it hurt.”

: ̗̀➛ You blink rapidly, trying to see his hidden face before your nails dig into his shoulder blades. He follows you, hips not stopping and your teeth bite down hard. Sanji doesn’t react in pain, he whimpers while inside you. Healing himself while doing so, before pressing a quick kiss to your jaw.

: ̗̀➛ With one final thrust, you break off your harsh teeth off his shoulders. Head tilting back as you feel yourself releasing.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: -Improper use of Ope Ope No Mi -

: ̗̀➛ Your legs are around his waist, squeezing him as he hits your sweet spot mercilessly over and over again. The blue bubble around you silences every ungodly sound escaping your mouth. You feel an overwhelming electrical shot inside you, it’s in your nipples. Sending waves of pleasure around your breast as his hand crawls under your head to expose your neck.

: ̗̀➛ Law’s mouth is on your throat, biting down before he whispers your name along with ‘shambles’. You’re the one above him now, legs on either side of his hips and both hands are now around your waist. A diiirrttty whimper escapes your lips, as he guides you up and down. You feel eeeverrrry inch of him, every vein against your wet walls.

: ̗̀➛ His own head tilts back, his eyes rolled to the back while yours tilt down. Your hair cascades around your face, as the pleasure of the electrical shot comes back in your breast. Your hands on his stomach claw crescent moons into your palms with how delicious he is ravishing you.

: ̗̀➛ “Shambles…” Law repeats again, the two of you switching positions. One leg is hooked on his shoulders with his calloused hands keeping it there. Your sweet spot is in absolute pain but you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. The wet sounds are obscene, your core squeals against his size.

: ̗̀➛ His lips whisper in your ear before gliding back down to your jaw, tugging the skin with his teeth as his hips slow down. Once again, denying your swweeeet release.

Eutass Kidd: - Improper use of Jiki Jiki No Mi -

: ̗̀➛ A thick, slippery piece of metal is between your lips as he harshly guides you on his size. His metal fingers between your lips push deeper, his other hand meets above your core circling and soooothinggg you. Salty sweat is all over your skin.

: ̗̀➛ You feel way to attracted to him as his thrusts grow harsher, your core screaming at you to take a break. But, you can’t. Kidd’s hips thrusts up deeply between your legs, his hand above your core glides up, everything about you feels droopy. Like you can’t get off him, can’t disconnect from him. His metallic hand drops off your lips and his head tilts back before he ‘graciously’ slides you back onto the mattress.

: ̗̀➛ Kidd’s metallic hand traps both of your wrist above your head, he pulls out half-way before you feel a magnetic force snap your hips into his. Your back arches and his bare hand spreads across your stomach, pushing you back down before your hips are forced back up into his. A curse slips out of him, “Mhmm… just liiiikeeee that.”

: ̗̀➛ The tone in his voice makes you absolutely weak, the back of your fingers each up to fist his hairs with each drive of magnetic force he gives you. He’s completely destroying you.

: ̗̀➛ A loud gasp escapes you as you feel yourself letting go, you he’s driving into you with each shockwave you release before him. His mouth leans down and nips at your ear, whispering, biting before continuing for himself.

Portgas D. Ace: - Improper use of Mera Mera No Mi -

: ̗̀➛ Your hands are all over age, he smells like a fireplace. You trace his arm over his tattoo as he grips your hair tighter, exposing the underside of chin and sucking down on the skin there. His sloppy movements against your core are unskilled, yet, you still clench around him.

: ̗̀➛ You feel eeeeverrrry vein and inch of his size with how warm and wet he is making you feel. Ace murmurs your name, his mouth leaving open heated kisses against your jaw, “Let me do something… please…” A slight beg, waiting for the greenlight. He lifts himself up, leaving himself buried, before a hand is on your cheek. He slowly guides his hand around your breasts, a small fire enlightening between his finger tips just to warm you up.

: ̗̀➛ Your nipples go hard by how sensitive they get with his fiery fingers pinching them, his other hand is down on your stomach. Doing the same thing. Ace sucks down on your shoulder, his hips continuing to move inside you. The heat inside you makes everything deeeliccioussly sensitive.

: ̗̀➛ Ace curses, knowing how sensitive you are. The both of you are sweaty, slippery, as he comes to a stop again. He doesn’t want to release, not yet. He spent all this time making sure you're pleased before himself. Your hips buck up, once, twice, a few more times. You groan his name, fingers digging into his arms as his sloppy hips continue on your core.

: ̗̀➛ “There we go,” Ace chuckles deeply against your neck. Finally, he picks up the pace. Your core squeezing around him, the both of you making sounds. Enough to leave a mark in anyone's minds.

Sabo: - Improper use of Mera Mera No Mi -

: ̗̀➛ Your face twists in pleasure as Sabo’s tip finally makes way between your walls. You clench around him, feeling how hot and stretched out you are by halfway. You moan his name as he eases inside you, allowing you to adjust.

: ̗̀➛ He bites down on your shoulder, “Remember… call out if you want me to stop. I’ll carry you there…” His hand spreads across your stomach, pressing down so carefully. You winch, biting down on your bottom lip and buckling your hips. A soft chuckle escapes him, Sabo is soooo deep in you that you feel your eyes tip to the back of your head.

: ̗̀➛ With another thrust of his hips, he stays there, you’re sweating, your core is overwhellmmmingly hot. Aching in a way it should not.

: ̗̀➛ Both of his hands hold your hips down, he wants to make sure you’re getting pleased. His teeth suck down on your jaw, lips cascading down your neck before hitting your nipple. His heat is all over your body, your left nipple getting insane attention compared to the other. Sabo tugs at it with his teeth, looking up on the delicious faces you make. Once he’s done, he moves to the other. Blowing his hot-mouthy air over before kissing it then taking it between his teeth.

: ̗̀➛ One of his hands slowly creep on back on your stomach, holding you down to make you swallow the heat of his devil fruit. The feeling between your legs aches, you writhe and moan underneath him as he starts to grind his hips down onto yours. Finally, he brings you to your sweet release.

NOTE: I had WAAAY too much fun writing this. Thanks for all the love on my previous works!!

Requests are opened.

I also write Jujutsu Kaisen and Gachiakuta stuff!

[djarinova]

their favourite position. ft; zoro, sanji, sir crocodile, ace, nami & robin. (f!reader, 18+)

It goes without saying that Zoro is an ass man, so it's no surprise that doggy is his favourite way to have you. He loves being able to thread his fingers through your hair and tug your head up after you've tried to bury your sounds in a pillow. He always ghosts his lips over your ear when he bends towards you, his chest pressing hard against your arched back. Feeling every ridge of his chest against your skin only makes you squeeze tighter around his cock, moans spilling from between your teeth as his hand slowly inches up your stomach towards your chest.

Sanji cannot live without missionary. He needs the eye contact, to see the look in your eyes as he pushes his cock between your folds, that delicious mix of pain and pleasure lighting up your features so wonderfully. He's a sucker for holding you as close as humanly possible, he wants to feel your heartbeat as if it was his own. He loves intertwining your fingers through his, hiking you up the bed with his hands on your ass and kissing you with fervor as his hands cradle your face gently.

Sir Crocodile lives for your size difference, so it's no surprise he enjoys fucking you in prone bone. He likes knowing that you're fully caged in by his body, that it's impossible for you to run away from the pleasure he's giving you. He'll spend hours hunched over you, if you let him. Every drag of his cock through your walls is purposeful, he knows your body inside and out, knows exactly what strokes have your head falling to the pillow and your arms going limp.

Ace is a big fan of cowgirl. He loves watching you from beneath, seeing the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when you're concentrating on making him feel good. His hands always find purchase on your waist eventually, but he loves skimming them over your skin. Moving them from your hips to your chest to your face and back down to give your ass a squeeze.

Nami loves when the two of you 69. It's what she always asks for when the two of you fall into bed together. She lives for the competition, seeing if she can make you feel so good that you lose concentration and just collapse your head down onto her mound. Her favourite place to be is beneath you, your thighs wrapped tight around her head and the smell of you wafting over her as she buries her tongue between your thighs.

It's always a risk, walking through a secluded hallway or backstreet with Robin. She loves to push you back against a wall, to see your eyes widen as she delicately traces a finger from the curve of your neck to the waistband of your trousers. She'll attach her lips to your skin in the blink of an eye, a minor attempt at distraction as she slides her fingers beneath your clothes and pushes them into your heat. She loves to feel your arms scrambling for traction around her shoulders, she wants you to be hanging off of her, relying only on her strength to keep you standing as she finger fucks you through at least two orgasms.

[gingernut1314]

Reach

Stepping up onto your tippy toes only gave you so much more height. Only allowed the tips of your fingers to brush against the color coffee mug kept on one of the highest shelves known to man. You huffed, flopping back down onto your heels. 

You were going to get that mug. You needed that coffee mug. It was the only one you would drink your morning coffee out of. Coffee you would die without. 

With renewed determination, you placed a palm onto the shining kitchen counter top, stepped up on your toes once more, and reached with all your might. Your fingers brushed it’s smooth, ceramic surface. Fingers that just reached far enough that you were able to scoot it forward an inch. 

Your tongue poked between your teeth, brows furrowed, focusing in utter focus. So close--so close. It scooted a millimeter closer, your victory close at hand, when an arm reached above you. 

You froze in your raised position as the arm’s body pressed the slightest bit against your back. A body that was unyieldingly solid and warm. As breath rushed over the shell of your ear. 

“I’ll get that for you, love.” The charming voice of the crew chef spoke. A voice which sent that tingling breath ghosting over the skin of your heating cheek. A voice that had your heart beginning to race like the fastest runner in your chest. “No need to strain yourself.” 

Sanji’s hand wrapped around the mug and pulled it from the shelf with no effort. You all but collapsed back ont your heels, your back bumping into Sanji’s stomach. If you focused hard enough, you could just make out the soft bumps of his hard-earned wash-board abs. 

If only you could wash your face against--AH! You shut that train of thought down fast. A train of thought you had been falling down more and more recently. 

Sanji, mercifully pulled away from you as you turned to face the chef. He smiled warmly at you. 

“Go sit. I’ll get what you want need.” You hardly had the mind to disagree with him so you just nodded dumbly. 

If only he’d meet all your needs. You thought on a self-pitying sigh as you watched Sanji’s strong body move gracefully throughout the kitchen.

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[applebugpie]

i think we as a one piece tumblr fandom should write more threesomes/poly fics because the all the options are so interesting!!!

I barely see enough zoro x reader x Sanji while it's the biggest one !! it's crazy, but there's should be more sanji x reader x ace or even law x reader x kidd or EVEN vivi x reader x nami

i just think it's untapped potential truly and this isn't even about smut (even if I wouldn't complain) just drabbles in general

YES!! im in a polycule with my hot and awesome boyfriends and i feel like theres just not a lot of poly fics about ANYONE on here, i feel like my situation is just left out! i mean, other than the occasional "i fucked my bestfriends partner while they watched" stuff, its getting old tbh.

there was this rlly good luffy x reader x zoro poly series that was realllyyy good, i cant find it but its on here, just for you to know. and i think theres a fluff of killer x reader x kid on here to that just made my heart melt.

anywayyyyss ill do sum poly SFW and NSFW hc of all the ships you mentioned!

Sanji x reader x Zoro

Sfw 

They are always at their throats, constantly fighting about anything and everything, but they always stop whenever you’re in the room, not wanting to upset you or piss you off. 

Sleeping/cuddling with them always feels like you're burning alive. Zoro is definitely extremely hot when he sleeps and he loves to hold you close. Your back is sweaty from being pressed to his chest all night long. 

Sanji is a lot better with cuddling, he’ll hold you gently and not have a death grip if you try and move, but he often wakes you up on accident when he’s cooing and admiring you while you sleep, he’ll go crazy over your sleepy form. 

You always steal soft kisses from each other when you think no one is watching. 

nsfw 

 Knowing how Zoro is, he’s overprotective and cocky, he’ll fuck you dumb and force Sanji to watch, forbidding him from touching himself until you’ve cum. 

Sanji loves slow sloppy blowjobs 

And Zoro loves fucking your face 

Sanji teaching inexperienced!Zoro how to “properly eat you out”, showing how you like it best 

Sanji x reader x Ace

sfw 

I like to think this is like my poly situation, one partner is at your side (sanji) but the other is a bajillion miles away (ace) 

You and sanji always call him on a transponder, checking in on him daily, youd be in bed cuddling with sanji with ace on the nightstand, talking about nothing in particular. You sometimes call hourly depending on your schedules.  

Ace yearns to be with his partners, he always has a dull ache in his chest every time someone mentions you guys. 

When Ace does come to visit you guys are glue to each others hips, constantly kissing, holding each other, fucking like rabbits... 

Nsfw 

I mean like rabbits, Ace is constantly begging to pound into you, and throw your legs over his shoulders, and fold you in half 

He wants to put a kid in you so badddd, fill you up and breed you properly. And when it sticks and your tummy gets all round and swollen, he can retire from being a pirate and settle down with the both of you, as the three of you raise something to call your own. 

Ok but also imagine phone sex with them. It starts with a simple kiss with sanji that Ace hears, hes begging you guys to do it again, all the need is going straight to his dick. Hes begging you to make out as he practically moans at the sound of lips and saliva smacking against each other. His hand sliding down the front of his shorts, sneaking in. Ace starts glowing red when sanji teasingly questions him about the 'shlick' sounds growing louder through the transponder speaker. 

Suddenly you find yourself impaled on sanjis cock, bouncing slowly on it, letting the back of your thighs slap against Sanji's loudly. Your moans, whines, and whimpers can be heard through aces speakers as he grows closer to his release, it shoots against his hot chest in thick globs as he comes down from his high as he listens to you ride sanji, searching for your own release.

Law x reader x Kid

sfw 

Whole polycule mad 😭. Law doesn’t talk a lot and looks grumpy all the time,, and Kids wellllll we know EXACTLY what kid is like. 

They both aren’t big on pda so all your dates are staying in the comfort of the bedroom and away from all of the crews eyes and ears. 

They have their different ways of showing affection though, law loves spending quality time, he always has his hands on you when your alone together. And kid loves making things for you, like jewelry or metal sculptures. 

Ogh I love these guys sm 😭😭😭 law laying on the warmth of your soft stomach, pressing kisses on to the folds rubbing his hands on your thighs. Youre pressed up against Kids chest as he has a hand loosely wrapped around you, his hand threading through laws hair. His chin resting on the crook of your shoulders, taking in your soft hand that’s tracing his jaw gently. 

Nsfw 

"Aww kid made me a new necklace!" Yea, and he also made you a new vibrator. He loves making toys for you just so he could control them, hell overstimulate you and edge you, with a wicked grin on his face. 

Soft slow sex with law, hes slowly rolling his hips, thrusting inside of you while running his hands up your waist, his face is shoved in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly as he groans and whines. 

Kid in the cuck chair...... kid in the cuck chair...... Laws fucking you mercilessly, your crying and choked cries find their way to Kid, who is sat in a chair facing you, his hand pumping in time with Law's thrusts, he finds this so hot. 

Kid and Law have madddd dacyphilia kinks, they love it when you choke on their cock, and pretty tears roll down your cheeks when you gag. 

Vivi x reader x Nami

Cw: modern AU! (need to spice things up it was getting repetitive) 

sfw 

Sharing an apartment with your girlfriends is all that you hoped for, you can do everything together instead of just planning once a week like you guys used too. 

You guys share that silly three way kiss with each other, giggling and laughing at how silly it is, and that you’ve even contemplated doing it. 

Vivi loves when you and Nami are happy, it makes her smile at how much joy it brings her to see her favorite people with positive moods, shes always been a people please, so when you guys are just happy with staring at each other with longing eyes she feels at ease and doesn’t have to feel like she needs to fulfill anything. 

You guys are always cooking together, taste testing off of spoons held up to your mouth and sucking on sauce covered finger tips. 

NSFW 

Fucking Nami with your strap as she eats Vivi out, namis fingers pump in time with your thrusts, as she messily makes out with her cunt. 

Slowly feeling each other up in the early morning light, just basking in each other's company, and making each other cum on another’s fingers. 

Nami loves sitting on your guys' faces, loves grinding against the bridge of your noses 

Taking care of Vivi, pampering her, holding a vibrator to her clit while you and nami steal kisses from her. Praising her for making a mess all over the sheets. 

[lullabymei]

my bunny 🐰

sanji x bunny hybrid!reader

word count: 2.1k

cw: slight NSFW(?), fem!reader, bunny hybrid reader, use of Y/N, mentions of being experimented, mentions of death, blood mentioned, pet names (my bunny / my lady / mon amour / ma chère), fluff, not proofread

a/n: i’ve been down the rabbit hole for sanji lately.. ugh get out my head sanji!!! (꩜ ᯅ ꩜)

it’s been a month since luffy stole you away from the world government. yup.

you’re a bunny hybrid. born with those sweet bunny ears and little cottonball tail. your strengths were unmatched—all without a devil fruit either. your family loved you dearly, the town adored your sweet personality and kind heart. what more could you have asked in your life?

but as words traveled… this didn’t go unnoticed by the world government. upon hearing a strong hybrid—scoffing that out of all hybrids—a bunny? how pathetic they thought. what would a weak bunny hybrid do? yet, they arrived to your home. despite defending yourself and your family, your strengths were noticed. so what did the marines do? stripping you away from the place you onced called home—not able to say your last words to your family, watching the marines burn everything in front of your eyes. until it was all faded into broken ashes of memories.

tested in labs, tortured—trying to be built as a weapon. no matter how much you’ve fought back, how much you’ve endured—they’ve only made your life hell. day after day, night after night. the more injuries you’ve recieved, the more you’ve been injected with all sorts of drugs—until they found the right one. the one that would make you completely obedient and submissive into the hands of both the world government and the marines.

you were nothing but a pawn, a toy—just a weapon. and they’ve succeeded.

the collar seeping chemical dosages into your system, making you lose focus of your emotions—your morals, everything. word has spread everywhere—the world government’s new threat.

a bunny that could kill.

many pirates laughed, but the ones who laughed, paid the price. their life.

you were unable to see the sun. you could only dream of freedom. little by little, praying, hoping something or someone could end your misery. whether or not if it was easier to die.

until…

the sun came to you. the dream of freedom became a reality. as if your prayers have been heard from the sun god—your savior—saviors, came.

you were up against luffy. as the collar around your neck triggered the dosages of chemicals into your system, losing your morals, targetting to the strawhat pirates. one attack to the next—you were tiring them all out with your stamina, your eyes were dull and lifeless, but each kick—managed them to stumble back.

“it’s the remote—!”

luffy was two steps ahead—flying himself towards you, slamming you down harshly to the ground, as you desperately tried getting him off. sanji following after luffy, getting a hold of you. the marine officer with the remote for your collar overdosing the chemicals into your body.

“robin—get it away from that officer—!” luffy shouted, sanji grabbing you, holding you tightly to restrain you—he already felt guilty as is for holding you without his permission. as you fought and squirmed, biting down harshly onto his hand, the chemicals seeping into your blood couldn’t hear his small pained wince, but he never let you go.

“hey, it’s okay.. focus on my voice.”

your mind was hazy—but all you could think of besides the chemicals being drugged in your system, was someone’s soft voice, your back against his chest, holding you tightly. your pupils dilating, you could taste the blood from his hands from how hard you bit him—the guilt beginning to register in your head.

guilt..?

you were beginning to focus—you were stronger than the strong dosages of the chemicals now.

“hey! you got this—! we’re here to help you!” luffy shouted, as he stood up, running to ward off the marines away, you tried your best to focus, fighting the control. weakly picking your head up, noticing that the strawhats—fighting the marines, defying all odds, to save you. you’re only a stranger to them—why are they doing this? what did you deserve to be saved by them?

you slowly removed your mouth away from sanji’s hand, the bitter metallic taste in your mouth, your eyes focusing.

“it’s okay. you’re safe with us.”

tilting your head back slightly, seeing sanji’s face—focused on you.

you didn’t even realize tears began burning down your cheeks. the tightness in your throat beginning to contrict, a small hiccup leaving your lips. the tears wouldn’t stop, your frame trembling, wiping your bandaged hands, the scars all over your body, the pain and agony—and yet, you’re being held in a warm embrace. his hands gently wiping your tears, you could only shatter. after enduring for so long—you could finally feel.

the moment you boarded the ship with you in his arms after escaping from the marine base, him carrying you to chopper’s office, before leaving. already in the kitchen, already finding himself busy with ingredients, making a warm soup for you amongst other dishes. the fact you entrusted him with carrying you, holding you even—his heart ached. after chopper finished flushing the toxins and chemicals out of your system before attending to help your wounds, seeing sanji enter in the office with a tray of food, chopper hopping off his chair, leaving to get desserts, and to give some space for you.

watching him placing the tray down on the table, you watched his movements, noticing his features—god he’s good looking and you bit his hand??? he was never going to forgive you for sure there’s just no way—

“i’m sorry for biting your hand.” you mumbled softly. you already tilted your head down in embarassment. “i’m truly, truly sorry—”

as he glanced down, his hand bandaged up earlier since chopper was busy treating you, he only smiled softly, sitting down beside the infirmary bed, holding the bowl of soup in his hand with a spoon.

“no, it’s my fault.” he said, softly blowing on the hot soup, gently spoon feeding you “what matters more is you getting better, mon amour.”

your eyes gently closed, enjoying the breeze of the sea, as your mind thought back from what happened from the past weeks, before hearing the conversations below you—luffy, chopper, and usopp playing together, zoro napping, nami and robin having their tea time together, franky working on his own projects, and brook providing the music.

it wasn’t your home when you first stepped onto the thousand sunny, but now it was.

“there you are ma chère.”

your fluffy bunny ears perking up, opening your eyes and turning your head around seeing him—the one who held you through your worst.

“hi sanji.”

his warm soft smile forming on his lips, sitting beside you, before reaching out to your hand, placing a soft kiss, making your little bunny tail softly wag—curses to his sweet and charming moves.

“i was looking for a certain bunny yknow.” his gently teased, gently keeping your hands in his, the warm touch lingering. “anything you’d like to eat or drink, my lady?”

“sanji, i still feel bad when you ask me for what i want..”

“nonsense mon amour, after all i’m the cook of our crew!”

our.

if you heard that from a month ago—you wouldn’t have believed that you were now a part of a new family. a family who loves you just as much as your family did back from home.

“could i get an iced lemonade?”

“anything the beautiful lady desires.” watching him stand up before pressing a warm kiss onto your forehead before leaving you, on his way to the kitchen.

for some reason, even when getting used to the feeling of being on a ship, being in a crew, getting to know all of them—your heart lingered with sanji. you couldn’t even understand why. you knew nami would tease you. wondering why you would love a lovesick pervert like him—but who wouldn’t?

in your eyes, he’s perfect.

his chivarly, his kindness, his appreciation towards women, his admirations, his ambitons, his dreams.

even when he came from an abused home—he still chose compassion and kindness.

no matter how others see him as a fool in love with women—you knew the truth. not many would understand, but you did. the late nights where you talked with him in the crows nest, telling each other’s stories from the past, and living for present and future, you understood him. you connected with him.

he’ll fall head over heels for almost any pretty woman he sees yes, but his adoration stemming from his childhood trauma, the lack of maternal and familial love. viewing through his eyes—that women as inherently precious and worthy of absolute protection, regardless of whether they are allies or enemies. and because of chef zeff teaching him the gentleman code, his appreciation is both honor and chivalry. even if he’s swoon over women, he still cares for others.

his heart is warm. soft. the kindest out of all.

in your heart, he took a permanent residence.

his hands lingering around you making sure you didn’t trip, making sure you’re satisfied with the meals and all the treats, spoiling you. of course the lingering thought came to mind whether or not he does like you or not.

his hands were slightly trembling in the kitchen, his cheeks flushed from just looking at you—god he would never play favorites at all amongst his crew, but you—you were something else.

the nights where you couldn’t sleep and you trusting him only to hold you before falling asleep together—how could his heart not race???

your kindness, your smile, your courage—everything about you is so endearing to him.

despite it being a month since you’ve boarded the thousand sunny, his flirts died down towards both nami and robin—which made it already seem like sanji was sick according to his own crew members.

but his heart yearned for someone else.

his heart wanted—no needed someone else.

he needed you.

tossing and turning in bed after dinner, everyone was already asleep…

great, another night where you couldn’t sleep. as your feet guided you to the aquarium bar, watching the fishes swimming in the tank, resting your head against the soft cushioned seats, the soft but dark light shining on your face lightly, before hearing footsteps near by, your ears perking up—hearing the familiar voice.

“can’t sleep again, love?”

“yea..” the moment you turned around to look at him, there he was.

he was holding a cake.

a strawberry choco cake.

your favorite.

“sanji…? what.. what’s the cake for?”

“it’s been a month since finding you, mon amour.”

“you made a cake…just for me?”

“of course. i couldn’t ever forget the day we found you.” the lighter and the cake being gently placed by the table, watching him opening his arms for you to come. “one month anniversary since you joined us, a month already passing of us sharing our stories and past, a month of being a part of this crew.”

you could feel your bottom lip quivering already, leaving your spot and running into his arms, his hand gently cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair softly, his fingers gently brushing against your floppy ears.

“sorry for touching them.”

“no—it’s okay.”

“are you sure?”

“positive. i trust you sanji”

god just strike lightening on this poor man now, his heart was beating out of his chest as is.

his hands carefully touching your ears, watching your cottontail wag, his cheeks turning red—

“you’re adorable.” he blurted out—he couldn’t even take his words back now oh god what if you thought of him as a weirdo now—

“thank you, sanji.” looking up at him to see his face, noticing his cheeks turning more pink, you could only smile softly.

both of you stood there, drowning into each others eyes, hearts intertwining, the forgotten cake beside you both on the table, gently standing on the tip of your toes as his head leaned down to match your height.

“may i..?”

instead of responding to his permission, gently tugging him by his shirt, pulling him down to a kiss. the kiss was soft and sweet, his hands not touching you before it found its place onto your waist, bringing you closer. melting into the kiss, your cheeks turning pink and your heart racing—there was no way he’s actually kissing you back.

your bunny tail wagging even more, brushing against his fingers and his heart about to explode, pulling away from the kiss first, watching his reaction.

“you’ve completely and utterly ruined me, ma chère.” him covering his face slightly to hide his blush away from your gaze before getting a piece of cake for you, holding the fork and his hand underneath to prevent from spilling.

“say ah..”

obeying almost immediately, opening your mouth as he fed you the sweet cake, the flavors of strawberry and choco melting in your mouth, you could only hum in satisfaction.

“perfect as always, sanji. thank you.”

as he noticed a bit of cream at the corner of your lip, leaning his head down again, licking the small bit away before giving a quick peck onto your lips. “anything for you, my bunny.”

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I'm doing this fun thingiee..

I would like to see what you come up with~! You don't necessarily have to do it. It's upto you!

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Thank you so much for including me in this! It was genuinely so much fun!

“Nami?” you called.

“Yes?”

“The smile on your face puts the sun to shame, or something along those lines,” you said. “And also, would you like something to drink?”

She tipped her head back against the lounger she was in and laughed. “I would love a drink,” she said. “Thank you. But if you’re going for true authenticity, should you really be using Nami? I think there should be another syllable there.”

You shook your head. “Not as long as I have my dignity.”

Sanji gave you an affronted look.

You smiled innocently at him. “I gave her the compliment. I just don’t think she needs that and the sing-songy voice.”

“No,” Nami said. “I don’t but it would be entertaining to hear you try.”

“No.”

Sanji crossed his arms as though to tell you that it wasn’t what he was protesting with his expression. You smiled innocently because although you had promised to be an accurate translator, you had your limits.

“You wanted to offer her a drink,” you said. “I gave her a compliment and did that. I went above and beyond to make sure it sounded like the offer genuinely came from your heart.”

He shook his head in disappointment, leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek regardless and tapped on Robin’s empty glass.

“No, thank you,” you said. “I have mine already.”

“Not entirely convinced on the mind reading thing yet,” Franky commented. “Two hours in and you have the whole thing down perfectly.”

You smirked proudly and held out your bottle to him. He took it and popped the top off with an opener in his palm, handing it back. Sanji tapped a bottle opener against the bar and you turned back to him with a smile.

“You’re busy making a drink for Nami,” you defended yourself. “And Franky has one right in his hand.”

Franky grinned. “Got pretty much everything. Never know what you’re going to need.”

Sanji sighed dramatically and continued preparing Nami’s drink. If he had a voice, you felt very sure he would be mumbling something under his breath that would make you giggle. You enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.

Unfortunately, even if he’d tried to speak, it wouldn’t have been too useful.

It felt like only a few minutes ago that he’d given you a kiss, opened his mouth to offer something, and said absolutely nothing. Chopper confirmed it was probably a lingering side effect of some nonsense he’d breathed in on the last island you’d stopped at. It would wear off in a few hours.

Which naturally meant that you had become an impromptu translator until then.

And not a very good one at that. You knew what Sanji wanted to say – after so long at his side, it would be impossible not to – and for the most part, you got there eventually. The main difference was that you refused to make it sound quite right.

A hand grew from the ground, passing Robin’s bottle over so Franky could open it too before carrying it back to where she sat in the sun with a book resting against her knees.

“Robin, darling!” you called. “Can Sanji offer you an appetizer before lunch?”

She laughed to herself. “I’m quite alright, thank you.”

Sanji had had no intention of offering extra food but he still smiled at you fondly as he finished Nami’s drink. You had to be entertaining him, if not getting his words across. Even if that meant listening to you attempt to compliment the two women every time they appeared in your line of sight.

He placed it down next to her seat and you immediately turned to her, waiting for her thank you so you could offer the appropriate level of devotion.

“Anything for you, Nami! Your beauty is absolutely unmatched in this world!”

She laughed and blew a kiss to you that you made a show of catching and pressing to your heart.

“Aw, come on man, that wasn’t accurate,” Franky ribbed. “She blew you a kiss. Where’s the nosebleed? The fainting? You’ve got to commit to being your man fully if you’re going to do it.”

Sanji rolled his eyes as he walked past you, pausing briefly to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear affectionately.

You smiled up at him. “Thank you for whatever compliment you’re giving me mentally, right now,” you said. “I’m thinking it’s somewhere along the lines of me still being beautiful even if I did get a nosebleed.”

He shrugged as though it was good enough before he returned to the bar, grabbed a napkin, and quickly wrote something down. He held it out to you and you read the flattery with a warm smile.

“Aw, thank you love,” you said. “You’re too sweet.”

He gestured to the napkin and took a seat beside you on the chair. When you leaned in, he gave you a quick peck despite clearly trying to communicate something, then tapped the napkin again.

“I’ve read it,” you said.

He brushed a finger gently across your lower lip.

You sighed softly. “You want me to read it out? I don’t know if I can compliment myself for you, darling. I’d sound awfully arrogant.”

Franky lifted his sunglasses to look down at the napkin and nodded. “You would sound absolutely ridiculous saying that to yourself.”

“Maybe I can say it to Robin or Nami?” you offered.

Sanji pressed a hand dramatically to his heart as though you’d threatened to stab him through the chest. It was meant for you then.

You laughed. “Then, I’m sorry, love, but if you want to hear me say it aloud, you’re going to have to wait until you get your voice back, okay?”

Zoro scoffed, a sound that surprised you because you’d thought he was asleep this whole time.

“With any luck, that’ll be never.”

Sanji glared at him and then gestured for you to speak. You paused, considering what you could say that sounded appropriate before shrugging and sending a rude gesture in Zoro’s direction, which only made him frown.

Sanji’s expression said everything.

“I know you could have done that,” you said. “But I thought it got my point across. Oh, and Zoro?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck you.” You nodded to Sanji. “There, now I said it and showed it.”

Zoro blinked at you and then shrugged and took a swig from his bottle. “Fine,” he said. “Your voice is less grating at least.”

“I get right to the heart of the insult,” you said. “The point stands and no need for yelling.”

Sanji breathed out heavily and shook his head at you but the smile still lingered on his face so you took that to mean you weren’t entirely failing in your duties.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I love you too.”

He nodded his approval and moved to get up when you caught his wrist. He stayed as you laced your fingers with his, an idea creeping into your mind.

“I think you should maybe take the rest of the day off to recover,” you suggested. “I can take over cooking today.”

He looked very offended at the suggestion, gesturing to his throat with his free hand as though asking what his lack of a voice had to do with cooking. The answer was honestly very little but it was fun that he couldn’t protest verbally.

“No, I understand,” you said. “You’re very tired. Maybe you can stay out here and I’ll go start preparing something right now.”

“Are we having more breakfast?” Luffy asked, his head turning away from his game with Usopp.

“No,” you answered sweetly. “But I’m going to cook lunch.”

Sanji’s expression was becoming more distressed by the second although pride briefly fluttered through when Luffy frowned.

“But I prefer Sanji’s cooking.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, that’s just mean. Sanji’s letting me cook because he loves me.”

Sanji smiled and lowered his head, kissing the back of your hand in a way that was clearly meant to soothe your captain’s insult. His expression promised a thousand reassuring praises about how he enjoyed it when you cooked.

“As long as you appreciate me,” you said. “I think I’ll be alright.”

He nodded and gestured for you to say something, tapping the napkin and its sweet flattery again.

“I’m not complimenting myself verbally,” you insisted. “It’ll sound so embarrassing. Even if technically, it comes from you.”

“Give it here, I’ll read the thing,” Franky said. “Though as a warning, I’m going to have to edit it a little if it’s too mushy.”

Sanji shook his head and reached for the napkin and you purposefully leaned back in your seat, shuffling a little away to grab it and hold it out toward the clearly not-listening swordsman.

“You know who reads things very well?” you asked. “Zoro! Would you mind?”

Sanji lunged for the napkin with such immediate horror that his chair scraped against the deck. He caught your wrist before you could surrender it to Zoro, shaking his head with the frantic severity of a man preventing an international disaster.

Nami laughed openly while Robin lowered her book just enough to reveal the smile she was making no effort to hide as Sanji tried his hardest to ask you to stop tormenting him without being able to offer even one pleasantry to his request.

Zoro looked over. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” you said. “I’m just using you to tease Sanji. He’s cute when he’s flustered.”

Zoro clicked his tongue, nose wrinkling in annoyance. “Then don’t.”

Sanji’s cheeks turned faintly pink at the compliment and mild frustration. He so badly wanted to counter you with praise of his own. You could practically see the flattery where it was stuck in his throat, desperate to escape. You even had an exact idea of what line he wanted to say to try and turn his embarrassment into lavish compliments.

You smiled and looked toward the other two women who were both still amused.

“I think Sanji’s meaning to tell you both that your laughs are more precious than any song,” you said sweetly.

Sanji sighed.

“I think we should make this a permanent thing,” Nami said. “It’s a nice change of pace.”

“I’ll run out of compliments to give eventually,” you warned her. “Then I’m just going to be telling you that you look nice fifty times a day.”

She shrugged. “That’s already what I hear whenever Sanji speaks so it isn’t too different.”

You snickered and Sanji huffed once, offended but still willing to forgive her for it on instinct alone. Of course.

“Don’t worry, I enjoy your poetry,” you promised, squeezing the hand that you were still holding. “But I’m no good at coming up with my own.”

He rolled his eyes and nodded to the napkin.

“Still not reading it aloud.”

He breathed out dramatically.

You didn’t end up getting to cook which, honestly, was a tragedy. Thanks to your announcement of your intentions, Sanji was already waiting for the moment you tried to sneak your way into the kitchen and he’d brought a chair in so you could sit without interfering.

Every time he caught you and gently led you away, you waited for the kiss and the whispered flattery and though you got the former… the latter stayed annoyingly out of your reach.

You found yourself becoming strangely nostalgic as the day drew on without any sweetened compliments or lovely names flitting your way. You were almost tempted to give in and put words behind his gestures though your pride still caught you before it happened. Worse, you knew even if you tried you would never say the words the same way he did.

You couldn’t imitate his gentle cadence and really, the words were meaningless without that.

You sat behind him in the kitchen with the sizzling pans and the steady stirring against a bowl and yet still found it eerily quiet. Quiet in a way you truly hated.

“Do you know what I don’t like?” you asked, mainly for something to break the quiet. “I can’t see what you’re doing from over here. So, I feel left out.”

Sanji’s shoulders raised in the same way they always did when he laughed though the sound didn’t follow. He moved the pan from the stove so you could see it, pointing with the spoon as he would normally do.

But without the explanation, it wasn’t nearly as fun.

“I’ve never realised how much you talk,” you said.

He gave you an unimpressed expression in response and you laughed, hurrying to clarify.

“No, no, I’m not complaining about it,” you assured. “I was missing it. I like hearing you speak.”

He stared at you fondly for a second too long before he smiled and went back to what he had been doing. The temptation to go and nag Chopper about how much longer this would take was only growing worse with the passing seconds.

You stood from your chair and ventured closer, staying out of his way the best you could, to watch him. He glanced at you and smiled, holding out his hand for a jar of spice at your elbow.

You handed it over, brushing your fingers against his own purposefully.

He smiled and nodded but without the flattering gratitude, you sighed. He squeezed your wrist tightly and though you knew what he was meaning, it didn’t make you feel better.

“No need to look so happy about it,” you said with a slight pout. “You’d miss hearing my voice too if I suddenly couldn’t talk.”

He nodded fervently in agreement and gestured in a way you took to mean something along the lines of losing your voice being a great tragedy inflicted on the world. It was nice. But it wasn’t quite right and your mouth still twisted in annoyance at it.

You continued to translate on occasion through the day but it wasn’t really needed. Everybody knew Sanji well enough that your help was very unimpactful.

And your mood sank more as he placed a plate in front of you, entirely different from everybody else’s.

One of your favourites. Clearly meant to be an apology for your disappointment.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” you mumbled as you gave him an appreciative kiss. “But thank you.”

Luffy glanced toward your plate curiously and you waited until Sanji had stepped back into the kitchen to give him half of it. You didn’t have much of an appetite when you felt like this but luckily, you dined with a bottomless vacuum cleaner and never had to worry about anybody seeing when you hadn’t finished your meal.

Which, unsurprisingly, meant you woke at an ungodly hour of the morning with your stomach growling at you. You made your way into the kitchen with a yawn against the back of your hand.

Like this, you could appreciate the silence a little more.

It was supposed to be quiet when you were busy by yourself, borrowing one of the knives you’d been told a thousand times you could use, and making yourself something small enough to tide you over until breakfast. This quiet was comfortable.

Yet it still annoyed you purely because of how it had been earlier when it crept into spaces that should have been filled with flirting.

The doors swung open and you jumped for a second before you recognised Sanji’s silhouette and you smiled.

“Hello,” you greeted. “Do you have a sixth sense for when somebody walks into the kitchen?”

He smiled and yawned, but then he opened his mouth and spoke, his voice rough with disuse but audible. “I’m sorry, mon amour, I thought it was Luffy.”

“Oh?” you hummed, unable to stop the smile that spread over your face at the familiar sound of his voice. You turned around, abandoning your food to slip closer. “That’s a sound I’ve missed something terrible. Are you feeling better?”

“Much. I woke up and could speak again. I never thought it would be so difficult although you certainly tormented me for it, cherie.”

You laughed softly. “Aw, I did nothing. All that I’m guilty of is sharing your usual love with the others. And they were smiling more than usual so that’s a win.”

He huffed. “True but not being able to share the same love with you was torture. Far worse than if you’d abandoned speaking for me all together. I could spend every hour of the day praising you and still leave half your virtues unsaid.”

“I still knew what you were trying to say.”

“That’s not the same as hearing it,” he insisted.

You rested your arms over his shoulders and leaned up to kiss him softly. He smiled gently against your mouth, hands coming naturally to rest against your sides. No matter how many times you kissed him though, his cheeks always flushed slightly at the end.

“Were you hungry?” he asked when you moved away.

“Just a little,” you admitted. “But I didn’t want to wake you up for a midnight snack.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you could always wake me.”

“If I knew you’d have your voice back, I would have,” you said. “It’s such a lovely sound. Although I’m also grateful I don’t have to keep thinking of compliments. You’re more creative than I give you credit for. I ran out of orange things to compare to Nami’s hair after the first hour.”

He sighed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It was authentic,” you insisted.

“No, it wasn’t because you wouldn’t say a word to yourself. Nami-san and Robin-chan are radiant, amour, but you’re the one who holds my heart. You’d need to acknowledge that first.”

You hummed teasingly. “Really? Because I thought I heard some very pretty words for them when I was reading your mind earlier.”

He shook his head but his smile remained humoured. “You came up with those ideas yourself.”

“Did I?”

Sanji chuckled and stepped back, catching your hand before it slid fully from his shoulder and lowering his head to kiss the back of it. “You must have. My love is for you and only you mademoiselle.”

His thumb moved slowly over your knuckles, and for once, neither of you rushed to turn the moment into a joke.

You smiled warmly at him. “That one sounds like it’s been waiting a few hours to be said.”

Something excited sparkled in his eyes at your words. “It definitely has and don’t worry, I’ve written down every single word I wanted to say to you yesterday. I fully intend to make sure you hear them at least twice to make up for the delay.”

Tags: @miwn8 ; @aceincase ; @chaeisrichnow ; @aceidentallyinlove ; @ilovedreming ; @moon-shampoo ; @charukii 

[shamelesslyrebloggingsmut]

Sanji is a talker

Sanji x fem!reader

Smut!, PWP, desperate!Sanji, dirty talk, mating press, prone bone, cowgirl, cock warming, NSFW,

Word count ~630

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The first time you sleep together he spends the majority of the time thanking you as his cock hammers home hard and fast inside you. A brutal pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spongy spot with frankly terrifying accuracy. He has you folded into a mating press as he finishes inside you. “Fuck, fuck Princess you feel so fucking good. I can keep going, yeah, please, please say I can keep going.” As he's already starting to move inside of you again, “I've waited so long for you.”

There are times that he spends slowly drawing your orgasms out of you, talking you through his ministrations. Telling you that you're “being so good for him,” and that “you can give me another one, can't you?”. He coos over you, “I know, I know it's a lot, but you can take it, can't you?”, as he has you shaking from overstimulation after another orgasm. “You'll be a good girl and take all of it for me, won't you?”.

He deifies you as he worships over your body at the altar that is your shared bed, giving praise and offering his devotion to you. He talks about how you've ruined him, how no one has ever felt like you, and that no one would be able to compare. His fingers dig into your hips as he tells you that you were made for him and how he fits perfectly inside of you.

A small part of you loves when he goes from dirty to downright filthy. He has you face down with your ass in the air, one hand has a vice-like grip on your hip, and the other is tangled in your hair. “God I love watching your ass bounce as I fuck you like this.” He licks and bites up the expanse of your back, until his lips are right next to your ear. “Do you want my cum Princess? Huh, do you want me to cum in you, until you're overflowing with me?” He chuckles, as he feels you clench around him, “Yeah you fucking do.”

The only time you can get him to shut up is when you're sitting on his face. Even then he spends the majority of his time moaning and whimpering into your pussy as you grind down on him. And after you've cum he gently lifts you off of his face to thank you for the meal.

There are times, though, when you absolutely love how much he talks during sex. Specifically, when it's one of the few times he lets you take the lead. The whimpers and moans you pull out of him as you practically torture him with your slow and steady pace. His hands tied with one of his many ties at the headboard, the wood groaning as he pulls hard at his restraints, desperate to touch you. It's especially delicious when all you're doing is sitting on his cock, unmoving. The small twitches of him inside you and the slight jerks of his hips as he becomes more and more desperate for friction. Indulging him with some small relief by clenching and releasing around him. And it's not until he's sobbing as he begs for you to move that you finally give in and ride him. He babbles incoherently as he's finally able to reach his release deep inside of you. You give him a short moment to catch his breath before you start riding him again. He looks at you with confusion and asks what you're doing.

“Oh, my sweet Prince,” you say with sickening sweetness caressing his face as he pants from the overstimulation, “I'm not done with you yet.”

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This is my first One Piece fanfic. Please let me know if you liked it. I have a lot of ideas bouncing around in my head, so hopefully, I'll be posting more in the future.

[funnyhoneyofmine]

‘To have a face as stunning as yours’

Straw hats switching bodies with their S/O!!

Contains: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro

A/N: I’m sorry for being inactive the past few days, I try to post everyday but I’ve been really sick. This entire summer it feels like I’ve constantly been getting sick or flooded by allergies, please forgive me.

Sanji

🍽️ Oh boy, this man. He would be so happy to swap bodies with you, his hands immediately finding his favourite parts of you. Sorry to the ladies, but he would definitely fondle your breasts right in front of you— essentially getting off on it. A quick smack to the head will snap him out of it, partially.

🍽️ If you guys do have to fight in each other’s bodies, he’ll beg for you to try to imitate his fighting style. His hands are very important to him and his job, so he doesn’t want them getting damaged. He himself will do his best to keep your body from harm, but his movement is limited.

🍽️ If the body swap caused you two to switch clothes, he would fawn on how nice you (technically your body) looks with his clothes on. If your clothes on his body are overly feminine or just not his style, he will try to make you change your clothes or steer clear of Zoro. He would never let Sanji live it down.

🍽️ One thing you realized after switching back was how stiff your body was. Or how flexible Sanji was. He could move his body with such ease, especially below his waist. Maybe it had something to do with him being genetically modified. If you got used to it and complain about being so stiff now, he’ll happily give you a massage.

Luffy

🍖 Luffy would find it really cool to be in your body! He would comment about everything, your height and body type, how everything feels different. He’s nothing like Sanji, he doesn’t exploit it in a sexual manner. He’s just curious.

🍖 Fighting in each other’s bodies is harder for Luffy, he’s good at combat, but he’s used to using his devil fruit. Without it, he’s more likely to get hit since he’ll forget and make an opening for the enemy in his confusion. You, on the other hand, are trying to get used to his devil fruit powers.

🍖 Luffy doesn’t care what his body is wearing in your possession, as long as he has his straw hat. He’ll just smile and say that he looks goofy in your clothes. If you’re a more modest person, you will have to wrestle Luffy into keeping his vest shut and not exposing your chest to the world. He’ll respect that boundary because he wants to live to be king of the pirates.

🍖 The thing that shocked you about Luffy’s body was his appetite. You knew how much of a foodie he was, but you assumed that was just his personality. The entire time you were in his body, you were practically starving. Maybe Luffy had just conditioned his body into eating obscene amounts of food.

Zoro

🎍 Zoro would be shocked initially when you swapped bodies, but would get used to it very quickly. He doesn’t feel your body up or explore anything. He’s just accepts it and move on. On the outside, at least. He’s freaking out on the inside and trying not to act like a creep.

🎍 Fighting with his body isn’t that different. He’s a muscular dude, so he doesn’t need his swords for combat You can land hits on others pretty easily with little damage to yourself. Zoro is also okay using three sword style with your body. And even if you’re a girl, your chest wouldn’t get in the way. Because, canonically, his is probably bigger than yours.

🎍 He’ll probably make a comment or two about how your body looks in his clothes, a compliment if you squint. But if you’re wearing something that’s even an inkling of embarrassment to him?? He will MAKE you change. Even if it’s in the middle of a fight, he refuses to let his body be seen like that.

🎍 You notice how sore his body is. It’s probably from how much he trains. You wonder how he doesn’t complain all the time. You’ll feel phantom aches for a few days after you switch back. When you switch back, your teeth will hurt from holding a sword. You complain to him about it and he’ll complain back about that ridiculous outfit you made his body wear.

[latanyalove]

A Reminder

Summary: "Everything reminds me of you, it's driving me insane, Y/N."

Song: Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

The galley of the Thousand Sunny was usually a cacophony of life—Luffy screaming for meat, Usopp inventing tall tales, Chopper running in panicked circles, and Zoro grumbling over being woken up.

But at midnight, the galley belonged to ghosts.

Sanji stood at the marble island counter, a cigarette burning down between his fingers, the ash trembling as it grew too heavy. Before him sat a ceramic plate, untouched and slowly growing cold.

A slice of lemon-blueberry tart. The crust was precisely three millimeters thick, the blueberries sourced from the island they’d docked at three days ago—the very island where Y/N had decided to stay behind.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sanji-kun,” her voice echoed in his memory, soft yet immovable, floating up from the floorboards. “My roots aren’t made for the sea. They’re planted here, in the soil. Someone has to look after the orphanage. Someone has to stay.”

He exhaled a long, thin stream of gray smoke, his blue eyes dull in the dim light of the overhead lamps.

“Damn it,” he muttered, his voice raspy.

He reached out and traced the edge of the plate with the pad of his thumb. It was an involuntary motion, a phantom habit.

Everything on this ship—no, on the entire sea—seemed rigged with tripwires designed solely to launch him back into the past.

The clatter of a whisk against a copper bowl reminded him of her laugh, light and rhythmic like rain on a tin roof.

The scent of roasting coffee beans brought back the mornings they’d spent leaning against the galley railing, watching the sunrise paint the Grand Line in impossible shades of gold and violet.

Even the taste of sea salt on his lips carried the phantom ghost of her skin against his.

It was driving him insane.

Sanji stubbed out his cigarette in the silver ashtray with enough force to crush the filter, then snatched up the plate. He couldn't look at it anymore.

He dumped the slice of tart into the waste bin—a sacrilege for a chef of his caliber, wasting food—and gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning stark white.

“Everything reminds me of you,” he whispered to the empty, quiet room, the confession tearing past his teeth like jagged glass. “It’s driving me insane, Y/N.”

Two thousand leagues away, on an island where the earth smelled eternally of damp moss and blooming jasmine, you sat on the wooden porch of the village orphanage.

In your lap sat a tattered notebook, its pages filled with ink sketches of ship rigging, swirling nebulae of sea charts, and, squeezed into the margins, dozens of quick portraits of a blond man with a curled eyebrow, smoking endlessly.

You held a wooden spoon in your right hand, absently tapping it against your knee. Down below, in the oversized community kitchen, a pot of vegetable stew was simmering. It was a good recipe. Hearty, warm, packed with root vegetables and herbs.

Yet, as you stirred it earlier that evening, the heavy, earthy aroma had suddenly shattered into a million sharp pieces in your mind, replacing the kitchen with the gleaming, immaculate galley of the Sunny. You could vividly picture Sanji standing over his stove, his posture impossibly straight, humming a gentle tune while he effortlessly julienned carrots with a knife that moved like lightning.

You pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

“You’re hundreds of leagues away, making meals for a crew of absolute monsters,” you scolded yourself aloud, though your voice lacked any real bite.

The crickets hummed in the tall grass surrounding the porch, a steady, rhythmic sound. But to your ears, the chirping distorted into the chaotic, beloved symphony of the Straw Hat crew: Luffy’s howling laughter, Nami’s sharp reprimands, Brook’s booming piano, and—beneath it all—Sanji’s smooth, melodic voice calling out, “Table’s ready, my sweet Y/N! A feast fit for a goddess!”

You opened your eyes and stared down at the wooden spoon. Even the grain of the wood looked like the swirls of his eyebrows.

“This is ridiculous,” you whispered, standing up so abruptly your chair scraped loudly against the porch boards.

You walked to the edge of the porch and looked out over the sleeping village, bathed in the silver glow of a crescent moon. You had chosen this life.

You had wanted stability, a place to belong, dirt beneath your fingernails instead of endless salt spray. But as the wind carried a stray, phantom scent of tobacco and citrus across the miles, your chest ached with a hollow, burning longing.

You didn't just miss him. You were haunted by him.

Morning broke over the Grand Line with a violent, jagged squall.

The Thousand Sunny tossed and pitched over towering, slate-gray waves. Rain lashed against the deck like a shower of iron nails.

Amidst the chaos of snapping ropes and billowing sails, Sanji stood at the helm-side railing, drenched to the skin, pulling a fresh cigarette from his damp pack.

He flicked his lighter twice, shielding the tiny flame with his palm until it caught. He inhaled deeply, the nicotine burning a familiar path down his throat.

“Oi, Cook!” Zoro yelled over the roar of the wind, his hand resting on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji as he helped secure the main sail. “The soup’s gonna burn if you’re just standing there staring at the horizon like a depressed seagull!”

Sanji didn’t turn his head. He simply exhaled a plume of smoke that vanished instantly into the gale. “Mind your own business, moss-head. Lunch will be ready when it’s ready.”

“You’ve been staring at the empty sea for ten minutes,” Zoro muttered, eyeing the blond with a rare flicker of scrutiny. “There’s nothing out there.”

“I know,” Sanji murmured, so quietly that even the wind almost stole it.

There was nothing out there. That was precisely the problem. Every time he looked out at the endless expanse of blue, he expected to see a small rowboat breaking the horizon, or a flash of Y/N’s favorite jacket fluttering in the breeze. The void was deafening.

In the galley, preparing breakfast had turned into a cruel exercise in psychological torture. When he cracked eggs, he remembered how she liked hers fried just slightly crisp on the edges.

When he sliced bread, he remembered how she always stole the heel before it could be buttered.

When he poured black coffee into a mug, he cursed himself for subconsciously setting out two cups—one of them sitting empty, waiting for a pair of hands that weren't there.

He dropped his head back against the wooden bulkhead, squeezing his eyes shut as the ship pitched violently beneath his leather shoes.

“Damn you, Y/N,” he growled against the wind. “You left me your jacket, and now even the fucking ocean smells like you.”

On the island of Oakhaven, the midday sun beat down mercilessly through the canopy of ancient trees. You were kneeling in the community vegetable garden, your hands buried deep in the rich, dark soil as you weeded the tomato patch.

Your palms were stained green and brown. A lock of hair had escaped your tie, sticking to your damp forehead.

Around you, children laughed as they played tag near the well, their cheerful shrieks echoing off the stone walls. It was a good sound. It was peace. It was everything you had told yourself you needed.

So why did your chest feel so impossibly tight?

You reached for a stubborn weed near the base of a tomato plant, tugging hard until it gave way. As you sat back on your heels, wiping your brow with the back of your wrist, a stray breeze rustled the leaves above.

And in that rustling sound, you didn't hear the forest. You heard the soft, clicking clack of a lighter snapping open.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. You slowly lowered your hand, staring blindly at the dark soil between your knees.

“You’re burning yourself out again, Y/N-chan,” his voice drifted through your mind, so crisp and clear you could almost feel the phantom warmth of a hand brushing that damp lock of hair away from your eyes.

“Even the strongest flowers need a rest. Come inside. I made something special for you.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek, cutting a clean path through the dirt smudged on your skin.

“Stop it,” you whispered to the empty air, your voice trembling. “Just stop it.”

You couldn't bake a loaf of bread without picturing how Sanji would critique the rise of the dough with a proud, crooked smile.

You couldn't peel potatoes without hearing his lecturing voice on the proper angle of the blade.

Even the smell of woodsmoke from the village hearths brought back memories of him lighting his endless cigarettes on the deck under a blanket of stars.

You were drowning on dry land. The soil wasn’t holding you down; it was burying you alive in memories of a blond chef with a heart too big for his own good.

Two weeks later, the Thousand Sunny dropped anchor at a familiar, secluded cove.

The crew had raised their eyebrows when Sanji abruptly announced he was taking a day of shore leave—something the cook never did unless it involved rescuing a damsel in distress or buying rare spices.

“You’re going alone?” Nami had asked, crossing her arms with a knowing, gentle smile. “To the village inland?”

Sanji hadn’t answered. He had simply adjusted the collar of his black suit, smoothed his jacket, and walked down the gangplank without looking back.

The walk through the forest was a blur of green and shadow. Every step forward felt heavy, as if the earth itself was trying to pull him back, or perhaps push him faster.

His pockets felt heavy; in the right one rested a small, neatly wrapped box containing a newly perfected lemon-blueberry tart, baked with ingredients he’d spent the last three days obsessively sourcing across three different islands.

When he finally reached the edge of the village, the familiar wooden houses and the scent of jasmine came into view.

His heart hammered against his ribs in a way it hadn’t even during battles with warlords or emperors.

What if she turned him away? What if her roots really had taken hold, and there was no room left for a wandering pirate cook?

He walked down the main dirt path, his leather shoes crunching softly on the gravel. The village was quiet, most of the children resting indoors during the afternoon heat.

And then, near the community garden by the edge of the forest, he saw her.

Y/N was kneeling by a patch of red tomatoes, her back to him. She was wearing a simple cotton tunic, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail, hands caked in dirt as she stared blankly at the ground.

Sanji stopped dead in his tracks. The air rushed out of his lungs.

For weeks, she had been nothing more than a ghost haunting his galley, a voice in the wind, a phantom scent of jasmine and rain. And now, here she was—flesh and blood, breathing the same air, real and tangible.

Hearing the sudden halt of footsteps, Y/N stiffened. She didn’t turn around immediately, assuming it was one of the local villagers or a child coming to ask for water.

“I’m coming,” she murmured, her voice tight as she began to stand up, brushing the dirt from her knees. “Just give me a sec—”

She turned.

And the words died in her throat.

Sanji stood there, the sunlight filtering through the canopy and catching the golden strands of his hair.

He looked tired—dark circles shadowed his blue eyes, and his posture carried the unmistakable weight of a man who hadn’t slept properly in a fortnight. In his hands, he held a simple white box tied with a red ribbon.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The wind whispered through the oak trees, carrying the scent of sea salt and tobacco directly to her senses.

“You…” Y/N breathed, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her eyes welling with sudden, hot tears. “Sanji-kun?”

Sanji let out a shaky, self-deprecating laugh, running a gloved hand through his blond bangs. He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them.

“Everything reminded me of you,” he confessed, his voice raw, stripped of all its usual playful bravado, carrying only the absolute, desperate truth of a man at his breaking point. “Every dish I cooked, every wave I watched, every damn cigarette I lit. It was driving me insane, Y/N.”

Y/N let out a ragged sob that was half-laughter, tears spilling over her lashes as she took two stumbling steps toward him, ignoring the dirt on her hands and clothes.

“You idiot,” she choked out, closing the remaining distance and throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. “I was going crazy too. Every time I smelled woodsmoke, every time I stirred a pot… I thought I was losing my mind.”

Sanji dropped the box to the grass—it landed softly, completely forgotten—and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest with a fierce, possessive intensity. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of jasmine and earth, letting the warmth of her body anchor him at last.

“I’m not asking you to give up your home,” Sanji whispered against her ear, his voice trembling slightly as his arms tightened around her. “And I can’t give up the sea. But… maybe we can figure out a way to bridge the distance. Because I can't spend another day drowning in memories of you when you're supposed to be right here.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look up into his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with her dirt-stained fingers, leaving a smudge of dark earth against his skin. She smiled, a bright, radiant thing that chased away every shadow of the past weeks.

“You brought me a tart, didn't you?” she asked softly, her eyes shining.

Sanji managed a crooked, genuine smile, his blue eyes finally clear of the fog that had haunted them for so long.

“Naturally,” he murmured, leaning down to press his forehead gently against hers. “A master chef doesn’t visit his favorite critic empty-handed.”

And as they stood there beneath the dappled sunlight of the Oakhaven trees, the ghosts of distance and longing finally faded away, replaced by the only reality that mattered: the warmth of each other’s arms, real, permanent, and home. . . . .

[aceidentallyinlove]

When they're jealous but only behind your back. || Feat. Nami, Sanji, Penguin, Caesar Clown. [Headcanons]

Tags: jealousy, possessivness, established relationship

Wordcount: 2.7k

A/N: hellooo, this one's based on this request!! if you're wondering why this seems like such a random collection of characters, my lovely beta @uroldall requested penguin and caesar, and of course i had to write them!! so if you like them y'all gotta thank her haha (also i promise chasing ms. trouble will be the next update, these have just been sitting in my drafts) and like with my other hcs, feel free to request more characters in a batch of four, tho writing hcs is not a priority for now so please expect to wait! as always, pls like, reblog and comment! divider credits go to @cursed-carmine <33

Taglist: @bonnielover2010, @aisha-grayson, @dawnsarchive, @witchofthefoam, @iorveth-scoiatael, @binksbrewcrew

Nami

To you, Nami was the most chill, supportive, and loving girlfriend ever. She was the wind beneath your wings, always encouraging you and offering a soft place to land after a long day. She never nagged you about who to talk to or where you should go, maintaining a trustworthy aura that made you feel completely secure and cherished. But for everyone else, the truth was far more terrifying. Nami's legendary greed didn't just apply to gold and berries; it extended with a fierce intensity to your affection and time. You were, in her mind, the most precious treasure she had ever acquired, and she guarded that treasure with a vigilance that bordered on the predatory.

Her jealousy was mostly silent and calculated. She didn't believe in making a scene in front of you because that would disrupt the peaceful and loving dynamic she had carefully cultivated. Instead, she preferred to play the long game. If you were at a bustling bar in a new port city and a stranger began to blatantly flirt with you - leaning in too close, touching your arm, or casting suggestive glances - Nami would simply smile and sip her drink, acting as if she's completely oblivious to the transgression. She would even encourage you to be polite, her voice honey-sweet and playfully relaxed, making you believe she was the most secure partner in the world.

The moment you excused yourself, perhaps to get another round of drinks or to use the restroom, her mask completely shattered. The second you were out of sight, the warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a gaze so icy it could freeze the surrounding ocean. She would lean toward the stranger, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss that carried the weight of a thousand storms, and then she would verbally dismantle them. She'd point out every flaw in their approach, threaten their wallet, or imply that they would find themselves mysteriously bankrupt by morning if they so much as breathed in your direction again. She tore into them with the kind of surgical precision that left the stranger shaking and utterly bewildered.

The moment she caught a glimpse of you returning however, that sharp, predatory edge vanished and the transition back to her "loving girlfriend" persona was instantaneous. She would beam at you, perhaps leaning in to give you a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek, and her beautiful eyes would sparkle with fake innocence. To you, it looked like a spontaneous burst of affection; to the traumatized stranger sitting next to her, it was a triumphant marking of her territory. Nami loved the secret power of it, knowing she had successfully defended her claim while you remained blissfully unaware of the carnage she left in her wake.

This possessiveness often further manifested in small, subconscious physical habits when you two were in crowds. While she seemed relaxed outwardly, her hands were always finding a way to tether you to her. She'd slide her arm through yours or wrap her arms firmly around your waist, thus pulling you flush against her side. To you, it felt like she just wanted you close. In reality, she was sending a clear, non-verbal signal to every single person in the vicinity: This one is mine, and I am not in the mood for negotiations.

Even with the crew, Nami's jealousy sometimes prevailed, though more quietly and not as intensely. If she noticed another crew member taking up too much of your attention - perhaps Luffy dragging you off to god knows where or Sanji spending too long showering you with gifts - she wouldn't snap at you or anything like that. No, she would instead find a way to simply… "redirect" them. She might suddenly remember an urgent chore Luffy needed to do or a kitchen emergency that required Sanji's immediate attention. She cleared the field with a smile and a polite request, therefore ensuring that the path back to her was the only one left open for you. Of course, she didn't want you to feel restricted. She just wanted to be the center of your universe, and she was more than happy to manipulate the environment to ensure it stayed that way.

Sanji

Sanji was a man who loved you with a crushing, all-consuming reality, and because of that, his jealousy always hit him like a physical blow to the gut. However, his chivalry was his strongest armor. He viewed the idea of imposing his insecurities on you as an act of cruelty. To Sanji, you were a divine being, and the last thing he wanted was to stain your perception of him by appearing petty, possessive, or unstable in any way. He would rather burn in the fires of his own jealousy than make you feel burdened by his emotions.

When the jealousy struck, it was an internal war raging inside of him. Imagine a classic Straw Hat banquet inside a tavern or bar with music blaring, food piling high, and the atmosphere filled with laughter and dumb jokes. If someone from a neighboring crew or a local dignitary began to pay you an undue amount of attention, Sanji's world would basically collapse. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a searing jealousy that made him want to kick the offender through the wall. His eyes would shadow, his cigarette almost falling out as he gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to swoop in and whisk you away.

But the moment you looked at him, the mask was back. He would beam at you with a look of pure adoration with his usual smooth and melodic voice. He'd glide over to you, not to interrupt the conversation, but to present you with a perfectly crafted appetizer or a drink tailored exactly to your taste. He used his service in a way that ensured he didn't have to fight for your attention with attention words or aggression, but with an overwhelming display of care. Sanji wanted the other person to realize, without him ever having to say a word, that no one in this world could possibly care for you with the passion that he did.

The real struggle always happened behind the scenes though. After the event, while you were visiting stalls in the vibrant market of the island, Sanji would maintain his composure, but the signs were there if you knew where to look. He'd be slightly more clingy than usual, his hand resting heavily on the small of your back, steering you with a gentle but firm authority. He wouldn't complain, but he might let out a heavy, dramatic sigh when he thought you weren't listening, or he might suddenly become intensely focused on the quality of a piece of produce, using the distraction to hide the way his lip quivered with repressed envy.

He often took his frustration out on the only person he could tolerate being miserable with: Zoro. After a day of suppressing his jealousy, he'd return to the galley and cook with a ferocity that was almost frightening. He would chop vegetables with lightning speed, his knife coming down on the board like a drumbeat of rage. If Zoro made a comment about his mood, Sanji would explode in a flurry of never-ending insults and kicks. In a way, their usual rivalry would work as a proxy of the jealousy he refused to show you. He screamed and sulked in the safety of the kitchen, purging the poison from his system so that when he stepped back into your presence, he could be the perfect, serene gentleman once again.

In the quiet moments, his jealousy manifested as a desperate need for reassurance, though he'd never ask for it directly. He would spend hours perfecting a dessert just for you, watching your expression with a hunger that was almost painful. When you told him it was the best thing you've ever tasted, or when you leaned your head against his shoulder after, the tension in his shoulder finally snapped. He didn't need you to know he was jealous, he just needed you to feel, in the silence of your touch, that he was still your favorite person. He would hold you a little tighter, bury his face in your hair, and let out a shaky breath, content to suffer in silence as long as you were happy.

Penguin

Penguin was not a man of grand gestures or loud declarations. His love was a steady pulse, much like the humming of the engines of the Polar Tang. Because he served as one of Law's most trusted officers, he had developed a disciplined mind and a keen eye for detail. He didn't miss the subtle shifts in a room, like the way a stranger's gaze lingered a second too long on you, or the specific, predatory tilt of someone's head when they tried to charm you. His jealousy wasn't a sudden explosion of rage but a slow, cold realization that settled in his chest, a quiet alarm that told him his most precious person was being targeted.

While Shachi might react with loud indignation or dramatic jealousy, when Penguin was jealous, he remained the picture of level-headed composure he always was. If someone was flirting with you in his presence, he wouldn't interrupt with a scene or a shout. Instead, he became a silent, immovable shadow. He would slide into your personal space with a seamless grace, placing himself just slightly between you and the other person. He didn't need to say anything aggressive, he simply chose to exist as a physical barrier, his expression neutral and eyes observant, making it clear that while he was being polite, he was also calculating exactly how much of a threat the other person actually posed.

He was a master of the art of "logical intervention." Penguin didn't fight for your attention with flashiness or passion, no, he made sure to secure it through necessity. If he felt a conversation was leaning too far into flirtation, he would suddenly "remember" a task that required your immediate attention. "The Captain is asking for the inventory reports as fast as possible" or "We need to double-check the navigation charts before we dive." He delivered these lines with a flat and deadpan tone that made the interruption seem purely professional. To you, he was just being his usual, reliable self; to the other person, it was an almost surgical removal from your orbit, executed in a way that left no room for argument.

Beneath the calm exterior, Penguin did actually struggle with a quiet, nagging insecurity. In a world filled with flamboyant pirates, monstrous powers, and larger-than-life personalities, he knew he was rather plain. He was the reliable officer, the one who got the job done on the Polar Tang without fanfare. This made his jealousy an almost desperate force, because he always worried that the stability he offered might be boring compared to the chaos of the Grand Line. This lead him to express his possessiveness through an overwhelming level of care. He would anticipate your needs before you even voiced them, immediately having your favorite drink ready, ensuring your coat was warm, or handling a tedious chore Law gave you so that you can rest. By doing that he was hoping that by becoming the one thing you cannot live without, he rendered all other suitors irrelevant.

After a day of playing the stoic professional who took care of you and was cracking a few jokes here and there all while simmering inside, he would retreat to the crew's quarters and engage in a bout of sarcastic banter with Shachi. He might complain to his friend about the lack of manners of the New World or make dry remarks about the idiocy of the people they had encountered. Shachi knew exactly what this meant, and the two of them would spend an hour teasing each other. This was the usual process, using their banter as a pressure valve to release the jealousy Penguin refused to show you. He used humor as a shield, masking his vulnerability with a layer of practiced wit.

Only in the absolute privacy of your shared space would the mask finally slip. The tension left his shoulders in an exhausted slump, and he became unexpectedly needy. He wouldn't admit he was jealous - he found the admission too vulnerable - but he would wrap himself around you in a crushing embrace. He'd bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that can quiet the noise in his head. He didn't need words of reassurance. The physical proof that you were still there, still his, and still choosing the steady love of a man who would move the ocean if he could just to keep you safe was more than enough for him.

Caesar Clown

For Caesar, jealousy was not an emotion more than it was a personal affront to his ego. He viewed himself as the pinnacle of human intelligence and power, and by extension, he viewed you as the most prized acquisition in his collection. To Caesar, you were a masterpiece, the kind of treasure that reflected his own greatness. Therefore, when someone flirted with you, he didn't just feel jealousy; he felt a sense of theft. He didn't understand why someone would think they were entitled to touch, speak or even look at something that belonged to him.

However, Caesar had a very specific image of himself: the Great Genius, the untouchable leader, meaning that he believed screaming in a jealous fit to be beneath a man of his stature. He didn't want to look like a common thug who was insecure about his partner, so he maintained a facade of arrogant boredom. If someone was hitting on you in his presence, he'd simply laugh - his usual loud, obnoxious shishishi - and make a condescending comment about the other person's lack of intellect or status. He would treat the rival like an insignificant insect, dismissing them with a wave of his hand while keeping an arm draped possessively over your shoulders.

The real retribution happened the moment you were out of the room. Caesar didn't do "subtle." The second you left to attend a task, he would corner the offender. Instead of using words alone, he might let a small, concentrated cloud of poisonous gas swirl around the person's feet, just enough to make them cough and panic, or he'd loom over them, his voice booming with a theatrical and menacing intensity. He would lecture them on the sheer audacity of their actions, reminding them exactly who he was and what he was capable of. He wanted them to be terrified of the very idea of looking at you.

His jealousy was deeply tied to his need for dominance. He loved the contrast between the way he treated you and the way he treated everyone else. He would brag about you to others, not out of sweetness, but as a way of showing off. "Look at her! Only a genius like me could have captured such a specimen!" By framing your relationship as a trophy of his success, he warned others that attempting to steal you was essentially trying to rob a god.

Despite his arrogance, Caesar had a hidden, neurotic streak. He was terrified of the idea of being replaced by someone better or smarter, which lead to a habit of constant and subtle testing. He might ask you your opinion on a complex chemical formula just to see if you were still paying attention to him, or he'd demand demand your undivided attention during a rant about his latest invention. He used his brilliance as a lure, trying to ensure you were so dazzled by his mind that no one else could ever possibly compare.

After a bout of secret jealousy, Caesar became unexpectedly clingy, though he'd frame it as the act of "granting you the honor" of his proximity. He'd pull you into his lap while he was reviewing blueprints, his large hand gripping your waist with a possessive pressure. He wouldn't apologize for his behavior or admit he was worried; instead, he'd shower you with expensive gifts like jewelry or rare artifact as if he was paying a premium to ensure your loyalty. He would press a loud, messy kiss to your forehead, his laughter echoing through the lab, completely satisfied that the world knew you belonged to the greatest scientist in history.

[voltronreaderinserts]

Ok but consider Alpha Coran headcanons?? If the ABO dynamics apply to alteans??

OF COURSE A/B/O!VERSE WILL WORK WITH ALTEANS YE LETS DO THIS SHIT

– Ryan

• Instinctually, he’d probably feel very protective of his Omega, especially if you’re carrying his young• Bc think about it, there’s already so little Alteans left (like what? 3 of them?)• Though Coran wouldn’t normally be hostile, he’d be very defensive of his Omega when you’re pregnant• Otherwise, he’s a very caring Alpha• Much like Lance and Hunk, he’d give you a bit more freedom to do as you please, and wouldn’t feel so threatened by the other Alphas in the castle (though Lance does push his luck more than Coran would like)• But he’d be so cute as an Alpha, taking care of his Omega, practically spoiling you• There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you safe♡ that includes shanking an enemy, he’d completely end someone to keep you safe♡• Though he tries to remain as gentlemanly as he could, there will be sometimes where he’ll slip up and he loses himself to instinct and desire *coughcoughsweats*• He’s flattered at first, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to, nest in his clothing and blankets. He finds it adorable and will more than likely brag about it• Lowkey possessive, but it shows with how overly affectionate he is with you

[kokotaro]

Romantic headcanons for Coran, Lance, Keith, Hunk and Shiro with shy and quiet but kind and patient s/o please?

you got it!! again, im so sorry this is late ):enjoy! 

 Coran:

> Due to his already upbeat and quirky personality, he would be even more of the wacky person he is when he has a significant other after a very very long time of being only with Allura and the paladins. 

> He would be open minded to new things! And he would always do his best to make sure his partner is in tip-top shape, whether it be mentally, emotionally, or physically, he makes sure to always check in on them just in case they aren’t feeling all that well. He deeply cares for them not only as his partner but as a person that’s a part of their team as well and he definitely makes it known how much he cares often. 

> Coran’s favorite thing to do for them when they feel low is cook his favorite Altean dishes and cuisines that he grew up on as a child! He hopes it always brings them some form of happiness as it does for him. Usually he asks Hunk for help because he knows the boy has a Perfect Palette but even so, he takes care of it for the most part. While they have cute little dinner dates (usually in his room for privacy) he’ll tell them his favorite stories of when he was a child, and an angsty teen. They enjoy them greatly.

> Whenever he’s feeling a little down in the dumps he’s always thankful that they’re there for him and he always takes some time for himself by simply napping with them or sitting in front of the large windows they use in the main room of the ship. He feels at peace during these times.

> Since they all can’t really get out too much, Coran makes sure to take the group on frequent trips to the Space Mall to get out and about and just relax a little bit. He definitely breaks off from the group to be with his significant other and go bargain with different shop owners. It’s his idea of a perfect date but! he let’s them decide what they do way more than he does.

Lance:

> He is such a dork when it comes to his significant other, to be entirely honest. He loves to make them laugh, smile, and he especially loves to spoil them (when he can) as much as possible! He loves making them feel special because he wants them to see themselves the way he sees them, and those are his exact words every time they try to protest.

> He thinks it’s unbelievably cute whenever they blush but he purposefully wouldn’t embarrass them in front of the others as he knows how they shy they can be. He wouldn’t want them to be mad or upset with him. All he wants to do is take care of them! And he does, 100%.

> Lance would love to be affectionate with them but he knows their limitations and boundaries so he wouldn’t do anything they weren’t comfortable with. The most they usually do in front of the others is a peck on the cheek/forehead/nose and simple hand holding. However, when they’re alone together he just showers them with love and affection! He’d play with their hair, trace shapes on their skin, give them passionate kisses, and he’d hold them so close to himself. 

> Obviously he would use the absolute worst and the cheesiest pickup lines on his partner even though they are already a couple. He somehow either keeps finding them or coming up with new ones on his own and no one ever knows where this endless supply of cringey but kind of sweet quips come from. 

> Lance’s favorite form of a date is cooping up in his room with Hunk’s best homemade cookies and brownies, and array of junk foods along with it, blankets upon blankets, fuzzy lion slippers, and the BEST video games in existence! They spend hours and hours just playing video games, cuddling, and eating. It’s some of the best days he’s ever had and he cherishes them deeply.

Keith:

> Keith is used to spending a majority of his time alone, especially since he joined the Blade of Marmora and parts from the Voltron team for indefinite amounts of time. However, he does manage to communicate with them well whenever he does happen to be away and tries to enjoy the chats during his gaps of absence. But, because of this, he wouldn’t open up easily. 

> He would keep himself cold and distant for a good amount of time if he did find himself liking someone. With them being shy, and as soft spoken as they are, there would be a skinny love situation going on for a while until they’re both shoved in a room to work it all out. 

> Keith… is not good with words. He’s the type where his actions speak louder and he does show how much he cares with the way he moves and the gestures he does for them. He can’t even confess to them without needing to take pauses in between each phrase he can barely utter. They’re patient and kind enough to wait though which he appreciates. 

> Once both of their feelings are established, he very much prefers to just spend time with them on their own in a quiet place. His favorite is taking them out in his lion to get away from everyone else and even head off to another planet for some fresh air and time in the great outdoors. They love to explore together and take little adventures to places where only they know.

> He has to warm up to affection, little by little, because too much would be overstimulating and overwhelming for the guy. He’s not used to intimacy in general so at first the most he could do is hand holding and hugs, but over time he does become more comfortable and happy with the affection and intimacy of a true relationship. And he enjoys it thoroughly. 

Hunk:

> Let’s be real, this boy has had anxiety and been the voice of reason for the group in the past so catchin feelings for someone would make him feel rattled to his core. He’s gotten over the majority of his nervousness when it came to missions, speaking in a diplomatic manner, and being in a full on war in the galaxy but liking someone? Having feelings??? He can’t wrap his mind around it at first.

> This leads to him baking and cooking way more than any of the paladins are used to. They’re all confused, then theorize the reasons why he’s been making so many different foods lately because they hadn’t been on any missions nor had anything else been there to prompt such stress.

> Eventually he confessed that he had a crush on someone and everyone goes batshit wanting to know who it is. At first Pidge assumes it’s Shay and the rest of the group follows, soon leaving him be with himself. However, he still struggles a bit before actually saying something to the person he actually likes.

> Hunk thought the easiest way to get his feelings across was to blatantly spell it out on their favorite dessert and he gets so flustered when he’s baking it the poor boy makes hundreds of mistakes he’s never made before! Although he does get it finished and presents it to them sheepishly. From then on the two are pretty much attached at the hip, which everyone else is surprised by but they find it cute.

> Like Keith, Hunk likes to take his significant other out in his lion to get away from everyone else and just have some alone time. They simply drift, and he even let’s them try to steer if Yellow allowed it. Usually she does (he adores it). Other times, instead of going out on a little flying date he’ll cook them dinner or they’ll somehow hook up some movies to the big screen in the living room-like quarters of the castle and cuddle together, watching them, until they fall asleep.

Shiro:

> While being more mature than the others, Shiro still finds some difficulty in telling the person he likes how he genuinely feels. No class nor test could have prepared him for how tongue-tied he became when he tried to talk to them about it or ask them out on a slightly makeshift date. And, at the end of the day, he ultimately found himself exhausted trying to find ways to say how he felt without sounding like an idiot.

> He failed. He stuttered and stumbled over his words, and ended up a blushing mess in front of them. That was the last thing he wanted them to see of him (especially since he was once the leader of such a strong group of people). Well, he was glad he found some humor in it because they ended up laughing with him over his fumbled confession.

> After the awkward stage in their relationship, he grows to be increasingly affectionate but more with his words rather than in a physical manner. He loved hugs and cuddling but, even so, there were times where touching certain spots on his body triggered a flashback to his time with the galra and he didn’t want them to have to deal with the weight of it like he does. And, because of that, he’ll come up with new reasons everyday as to why he loves them. He always tells them his favorite quality in them is their patience.

> Shiro would try his best to heal from the past to have a better future with his partner. He would take on meditation, yoga, stress management, and multiple self care methods to keep himself as healthy as possible to have a good relationship. They help him through low times as much as they can and he has a deep gratitude for it.

> Shiro’s favorite pass time with his s/o is going to the pool with them! It’s not well known between everyone that he loves to swim but he does and he’ll drag him to the.. crazily set up Altean pool to relax in the water or have a playful water fight. He really loves just floating around with them laying on his stomach and enjoying the soothing feeling of the moments they share. He loves it the absolute most.

Bonus: His s/o teases him all the time for only being 6 years old lol (poor leap year baby)