That post-vaccine arm pain is so real, I’m sorry you’re going through it! I hope it gets easier soon ❤️
For your yandere asks—how about Ace and a Yan4Yan scenario?
<3 It is getting better. A daily-dose limit of ibuprofen and some ice has helped quite a bit. The current dull ache is far more manageable.
Yan4Yan Ace is like two rowdy teenagers in love. In a modern AU they're driving cross country and if the funds run out they're just holding places up for cash. They'd never really hurt anyone, but they don't have time to spare. (Or maybe Darling would hurt everyone else, if they're twisted enough, and Ace isn't likely to stop them in this scenario).
Very Bonnie and Clyde ride or die, and with a little luck maybe even more successful. Ace's devil fruit puts them above the usual, and within the safety of the WBP crew they would flourish.
It would almost seem a perfectly normal and well-balanced relationship if not for the occasional breach of etiquette where wandering hands turn into all out bent-over-the-railing sex because neither cares enough about their surroundings to stop the other.
There is only Darling in Ace's eyes, and only Ace in darling's eyes, and so it's very easy for them to forget anyone else exists in the immediate moment.
In canon Ace would be likely to survive Marineford because of this darling, but because tragedy strikes, his survival would be at the cost of their life. (Or maybe they level the island, consumed by their own flames and burnt away into nothing to follow after their darling >.> )
like it's the only thing i'll ever do - sanji x f!reader/oc
I wrote this based off of this fanfiction from @thus-spoke-lo . Thank you again Lo for letting me play with the reader character you made and for also encouraging me to complete this. I highly recommend reading any of Lo's works, especially her Pain Management series.
I really haven't written fanfiction except one time in 2020 and then before that it had been more than a decade, so please excuse any inconsistencies in the text as I'm getting back into the swing of things!
Please enjoy this playlist I made to accompany the story! (And listen to this one after reading >>)
Minors do not interact, 18+ only
pairing: sanji x f!reader/oc
warnings: cigarette usage, gendered pet names, male and female anatomy described, oral and piv sex, unrequited love, angst
thank you to @saradika for this cute orange divider!
Sanji picks up his phone, a freshly lit cigarette dangling off his lips as he sits on his balcony, waiting for the water to boil in the kettle on his stove. The horizon was bathed in gold, the sun just rising while fog still sat heavy in the air, waiting to be burnt off. He flips the phone deftly in his hand to right its orientation and flicks his thumb upwards over the screen as he wonders who the hell was calling him at such an early hour. One visible eyebrow rises sharply as he reads the name on screen, quickly answering the call while he raises the phone to his ear, a grin stretched across his lips.
“Good morning mon amour, what gives me the pleasure of your voice so early in the morn-?”
Sanji’s words falter as soon as he recognizes the sounds of sniffling on the other side of the phone. He pulls the cigarette from his lips and turns his phone closer to his ear, the grin now flattened into a tight frown. “Hey, hey. I’m right here…what’s wrong my sweet?”
He listens to her, doing his best to understand her words in between the voice cracks and hiccups coming through the speakers. She had just gone back to her hometown for her mother’s funeral, this much he had known, but he couldn’t help but notice the air of nonchalance in her voice when she had told him that information last week. It was as if she’d been speaking about the death of some old celebrity and not her own mothers’. Sanji purses his lips around his cigarette as he takes a drag, his knee bent and bouncing against the iron railing of his balcony as he listens to her speak through shaky breaths. The whistle of the tea kettle pierces through the air from inside and he tries his best to ignore it, focusing his attention towards the voice on the line.
“I-I really need you Sanji…”
The words make his eyebrow quirk upwards. The whine of her voice was erotic, and Sanji couldn’t deny how enticing it was to hear. There was something else in her voice though, something clearly painful that he couldn’t quite place and it made him nervous as to why she would need him specifically. He stands there, lips tight around his cigarette as he thinks of what he can do for her, adjusting the shameful tightness growing in his pants. She sucks his teeth, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling the smoke he didn’t realize he had held so long in his lungs. He clears his throat, ashing his cigarette and dropping it into the ashtray beside him. “Give me twenty minutes.” He replies as he walks over to the sliding glass door, his unblocked eye focused on the steam of the kettle screaming at him inside, “I’ll bring you something to eat and drink, does that sound nice mellorine? Can you wait for me?”
After she confirms that she’ll wait, Sanji hangs up, letting out a long sigh before finally opening the sliding glass door, the sound of the kettle loud and angry from being ignored. He winces at the sharp tone, stepping quickly into the room as he shuts the door and makes his way to turn off the stove. He grimaces as he hears the scream die down to a small whine, then to nothing at all as he takes the kettle off the burner and pours it into his thermos. Sanji strides down the hall to the closet, fishing out his backpack as he starts to fill it. The thermos, the freshly ground coffee, the sandwich he had made for his breakfast, still wrapped tight in butcher paper.
He stands there, staring down at the contents of his bag thinking if these three things could be enough to quell the hurt he heard in her voice. He shakes the thought from his head, running his hand through his hair as he looks around him, wondering if there was anything else he could bring her. He grabs an orange off the counter that he had gotten from the market yesterday. He looks at it for a moment, turning the dimpled fruit in his palm as if it made any difference what he brought when it was obvious that all she had really requested was for his body. He shoves it in the bag, zipping it shut before heading to his bedroom to change.
He throws on a hoodie over his white shirt, pulling on his jeans as he looks in the mirror on his wall. Not the most elegantly wrapped gift, he thinks, but it doesn’t matter in the end, does it? Slipping on his shoes, he picks up the backpack that held his offerings to her, one arm after the other through the loops. He grabs his keys and his cigarettes off the kitchen counter, trying to quiet the storm of what ifs and whys swirling in his mind. Out the door, lock it, jiggle the handle. A little routine that he did every morning but this particular morning it held a heavier weight than normal. Sanji lets his hand slide off the door handle as he begins to walk away, heading towards her.
He knocks once and listens to the sounds of feet shuffling and metal clicking before she’s there before him. Her skin looks pale, her puffy red eyes standing out more against her complexion. She offers him a smile that Sanji recognizes all too well as she lets him in, shutting the door behind him. Her body leans against the closed door, her presence behind him unnerving as he takes off his shoes in the doorway. He turns back to her, giving her a mirrored smile as he takes her hand, leading her over to her living room as he guides her to sit on the couch. Sanji gives her shoulder a squeeze as he passes her while he heads straight to the kitchen, finding two mugs and two plates with which to serve her with. He pulls out his offerings from his backpack and goes to work, measuring out coffee grinds between the mugs and carefully pouring the hot water over them, his hand working the water in a circle as the scent of bitter coffee fills the air. He lets it bloom, cutting the sandwich in half and plating it.
Sanji looks at the orange on the counter before him, picking it up and slicing the rind with a knife, his eyes trained on the seam he creates in its skin. He then peels it, his nails digging into the rind as the sweet oil and juices soak into his fingertips until the flesh is finally bare. He picks off the white pith, knowing they both did not need any more bitterness in this meal before pulling apart the sections of flesh and plating equal shares for them. He steps back and stands there for a moment, looking at the meal he prepared before him when he hears the squeak of leather as she adjusts herself on her couch, breaking him out of his thoughts. Sanji swallows hard, taking the plates on one arm and the mugs in his other hand as he returns to her, his serving persona bleeding out as he caters to her. “Shall we eat inside, or on your balcony? It’s a beautiful morning, I’m sure it would make the food taste even better.”
Her eyes crinkle as she smiles, and Sanji wonders if it is practiced or genuine. She stands and crosses the room, pulling back her curtains as she opens the sliding door for him. He steps out first, waiting for her to sit before placing his offerings before her on the small patio table. He takes his seat on the opposite side of the table, watching from beneath his bangs as she reaches her fingers out to grip the handle of her mug and bring it up to her lips. He observes her as she stares down into the dark, bitter liquid, swirling it gently before she takes a sip as if she were tasting vintage wine. The soft moan that escapes her lips at the taste of the coffee makes Sanji feel somehow more and less at ease about this situation. He takes his own mug, raising it to his lips as his eyes stare forward, letting the same bitter liquid fill his senses instead.
For a while the only sounds between them are the sounds of sips, of ceramic scraping against iron and of paper crinkling followed by chewing. It’s comforting, better than the sounds he previously heard over the phone, but every silent minute that passes feels like a vice around his throat. Sanji clears his throat, reaching for his cigarettes out of habit but pausing when he realizes his location. He turns to her, a sheepish smile on his lips, “D-do you mind?” He asks, waving the pack of smokes in his hand before her. She nods, chewing her bite of sandwich as she watches him.
He feels like he’s being studied, her gaze lingering on his fingers as he fishes a stick out along with his lighter. The click of the lever, the quiet roar on the flame as the fuel ignites. He inhales as he presses the flame to the end of his cigarette, taking comfort in the smoke that seeps into his lungs. He places the lighter down on the table, capping and storing the pack back in his pocket as he tilts his head back, blowing the gray smoke up and away courteously into the blue sky above him. He stares at it for a moment, all blue before him as it seems to swallow his vision. He is brought back down with the sound of clicking, looking past his bangs to see her playing with the lighter, flicking the flame on and rubbing her fingers along the grooved edges. She stares at the lit flame for a moment before holding out her hand. “Can I have one too?” She asks.
Sanji looks at her profile, her eyes still trained on the flame before her as she rests her arm on the table, hand outstretched towards him. He glances at that hand, noticing her fingers twitching lightly as it lays across the table towards him. She finally turns her head to meet his gaze and he sees something in her eyes that makes him take in a sharp breath. The corner of his lips curve up, “Are you sure mon amour?”
Her eyes answer for her. Sanji takes in another drag, holding the smoke in his lungs as he pulls the cigarette from between his lips, holding it towards her as her index and middle fingers grab for it. She holds the cigarette before her eyes for a brief moment, watching as wisps of smoke rise from it into the air. Her fingers raise to her lips and they wrap around the cigarette, sucking in her breath as the end of the cigarette burns a fiery red. Sanji can see her eyes water a bit but she holds it together, swallowing the smoke before exhaling out hard. She coughs a bit and Sanji is immediately out of his chair kneeling before her, rubbing her arm as he looks up at her. “You okay?”
The look in her eyes when he meets their gaze haunts him. Sanji freezes in shock before he goes into autopilot, scooting a little closer, placing both his hands on her arms and giving her a squeeze, his practiced smile showing itself once again. He plucks the cigarette from her fingers, letting it rest between his lips as he passes her her mug of coffee, encouraging her to sip slowly to ease the burn in her throat. His hands let go of her arms, resting on her calves as he stares where they lay, afraid to look anywhere else lest he sees something he wants to see in her. His fingers glide down her bare legs, massaging the muscles as he feels her begin to relax a little. Her eyes bear down on him over the rim of the mug, her fingers gripping the handle tightly as she stares past him at the ground. Sanji abruptly stands, unnerved by the feeling of her gaze as he leans over and cards his fingers through her hair, smoothing down the flyaways and combing out some knots. “Maybe it’s not the best for you my dear,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “Lets just eat.”
Sanji returns to his seat, letting out a sigh as he rolls his shoulders back, placing the reclaimed smoke back between his lips and taking in a long, much needed breath. He reaches his arm over the balcony railing to flick the ash off the end of the cigarette as he exhales out, smoke rising past his vision as he licks his fingers and pinches the end to put it out before placing it on the edge of his plate. Sanji picks up his half of the sandwich, biting and chewing and swallowing it down as he thinks. Thinks about what to say, what to do, what he’s even doing here. He’s not dumb, he knows what he’s getting into but what is it that he can give her that she really needs?
He sets down the sandwich and picks up a section of orange, holding it up to the rising sun as he looks at the individual vesicles. He studies it, looking at the way the juice inside shines. Sanji brings the fruit to his lips, biting into it and letting the sweet juice wash away the acrid taste of tobacco that lingered on his tongue.
He picks up another section and holds it out towards her, offering it up even though she still has her own share on her plate. She turns toward him, looking at the fruit for a moment before she opens her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ears. Like a magnet his hand reaches further to her mouth and he watches her bite down, her upper lip grazing against his thumb as she takes it. Sanji’s face flushes pink as he watches her pull back, her tongue pulling the rest of the piece into her mouth as she chews, pausing to lick the juice off her lips. Before he can realize he’s doing it, Sanji hands her another section off his plate, holding it up again, his breath held in his throat as she stares him down, lips grazing his fingers again. The touch sends shivers down his spine, a warning that he chooses to ignore. Her tongue flicks out between her lips, the muscle gliding along his fingers before pulling the fruit into her mouth. They each pull back slowly, her eyes on his and he feels naked in this moment as they study him once again.
He wonders if she’s doing this on purpose or if it’s just a coincidence, but it doesn’t really matter does it? His breath catches as he sees her fingers pick up one of her own sections of the orange, watching and waiting. She pauses, looking at it and Sanji can’t help but hope. His eyes follow as she raises the section to her lips, biting into it. He turns his eyes down, looking at the cigarette butt on his plate before he hears her call out his name.
His eyes flick up, a half bitten section of orange in her hands, offered back to him. His heart squeezes, and he thinks to himself that he doesn’t understand if he feels glad or upset about it, but he leans over anyways. Sanji opens his mouth and he takes the section from her fingers, his hand grabbing her wrist as he pulls the half-bitten fruit in by his teeth, his eyes searching hers as he tries to parse her feelings on top of his own. He can only tell she hurts, terribly, and whether it’s physical or mental he can’t help the compulsion to fix it. His fingers pull hers closer, the cooks tongue reaching out to lick the residual juice from her fingers. He sucks gently one each one, his unobstructed eye meeting hers that bore right back into them. Is this what she needed? Sanji decides he doesn’t care at the moment, it’s what he knows he can give.
Half eaten plates and used mugs are forgotten as the glass door is slid open with more force than necessary, her hands trembling as she pulls Sanji inside. He follows, happy to give her what she needs in this moment, happy to be able to offer her comfort, happy to feel needed as she slides the glass door back shut and spins, reaching up for him. He can hear his blood rushing in his ears, a screaming roar that is soon forgotten as a giggle falls from her lips for him. Her arms find their way around his neck and his hands hold her waist gently, letting her take whatever she needs from him.
Their lips meet and he tastes her for the first time, bitterness and sweetness mixing together as she savors the flavors of their kiss. Sanji parts his lips and her tongue takes the opportunity to slip inside, engulfing his own as she tries to satiate her growing hunger. Sanji does his best to keep up with her demands, his hands sliding to the backs of her thighs as she jumps and he picks her up, her legs hugging his hips in a warm embrace. Sanji pulls back for a moment, looking up at her puffy, red eyes. A pang of guilt stings in his chest as he looks into them, her eyes once again looking not at him but past him. Sanji wonders what she’s seeing instead but the thought of learning the truth is fearsome so he perishes the thought before opening his mouth, “Where can I take you, mon amour?” He asks, his lips ghosting along hers as he moves in closer, closing his eyes. She mumbles to take her to the bedroom and he wastes no time heading down the hall towards it.
The bed creaks softly under her weight as Sanji sets her down on the edge, his hands combing back her hair as he kneels on the ground before her. He gives her a moment, looking for clues in her face and posture on what best to give to her next. The quiver in her brow and lips tells him all he needs to know and Sanji does what he does best: serve. His fingers glide from her scalp to her ears, his fingers rubbing her earlobes gently as he leans up to kiss her again. His lips take the lead as he moves to cradle her neck and cheek, delivering tenderness unto her through his touches. Her hands eventually find their way to his cheeks, pulling him into her as they sigh, wet lips smacking together as they seek what comfort they both desire in each other. Her hands make their way down, her fingertips brushing along his neck as she grasps the hood of his sweatshirt, tugging upwards as she pulls away for him. He reaches down and pulls the hem up and over his neck, discarding it next to him.
Something feels wrong about the way that he looks at her, and he realizes now that his bangs have shifted out of place when taking off his sweatshirt. Sanji looks at her clearly with both eyes, seeing her suck in a breath as she pushes back the hair more, exposing him to her. Her thumb presses against his brow, following the hair growth out and up and around, tracing the unique shape of his brow, the physical embodiment of his insecurity now bare before her. Sanji swallows hard, fighting the instinct to brush his bangs back down, to pull back and hide but he knows from the look in her eyes that she couldn’t take the rejection. His hands instead remove hers, lacing long, slender fingers between hers as he gives her that practiced smile. “What do you need from me, my sweet?” He whispers to her.
She looks at him, then to their hands where they meet. An emotion somewhere between lust and fear flickers through her eyes, and Sanji watches as the pupils dilate and retract in time with her shifting thoughts. Her eyes shift to his, softening as she truly looks at him for the first time that day. “I need… comfort.”
His hands clutch hers tighter, pulling her hands in towards his chest. “How do you want me to comfort you, my sweet?” He’s looking at her face, how her eyelids flutter and she chews on her bottom lip as she searches for what words she wants to say to him.
“I want… you to touch me.” Her eyes bore into his and he swallows down the unsettling feeling it brings him. She continues, “And I want… to touch you back.”
The consent feels like an afterthought but he appreciates her trying. Sanji lets go of her hands, letting them fall on his chest as he leans his lips back up towards hers, “I can do that for you… I can give that to you…” he whispers as his lips peck hers soft as he can, his hands back on her cheeks as he rubs his thumbs along the skin, “You’ll tell me to stop if you want it to stop, right?”
She nods, and Sanji chooses to ignore the tears forming in her eyes. He knows better than to ask right now.
Her hands claw at his shirt as she takes his lips, hungry for more as her tongue pries his lips open. Sanji lets her have her way, climbing up on the bed to give her better access to his body. He feels her grab at his hand, letting her place his palm on her breast. His palm grazes the hard nub of her nipple and Sanji lets out a loud whine, immediately looking down sheepishly after he realizes it. The grin on her face is worth his pride as she pulls him back in to kiss her more.
Their tongues taste each other, the same bitter and sweet flavors mixing with every stir of their tongues. Sanji's lips eventually make their way to the corner of her lips, each descending kiss a little farther down than the last. He reaches her collarbone and pulls back, sitting on his heels as she repositions her body. His hands stay on her waist, guiding her body further up the bed so she could be comfortable on the pillows. She quickly pulls off her sweater, her skin bare beneath it. The sight has Sanji breathing out a heavy sigh while his fingers reach towards the tightness in his jeans. He lets his fingers glide upwards against the bulge before he grabs his belt buckle and works to free himself, kicking his jeans off to lay with the rest of their discarded clothing on the floor.
She calls and he comes, the blonde crawling up on the bed as he kneels over her, settling down on his knees and elbows as he grips her hair and resumes kissing her neck. Little moans and gasp spill from her lips as he takes his time, his lips and tongue working to try to mend her back together. Sanji's eyes flit up at her face occasionally, but the angle hides her expression from him. He continues down, reverence on his lips as he whispers into her skin how beautiful she was, how he was so thankful to be here with her. He lifts his head and leans over her, needing to see her as he speaks, “I’ve wanted this for so long, mellorine…”
Her eyes shift to the side, looking away as he knew they would, but he had to see the truth for himself. He returns to his duties, trailing his lips back down her body as her fingers card through his hair, grasping at the blonde strands as the underside of his tongue glides across her breast. He flicks his tongue down at her nipple, his lips pursed around it as he sucks. The sighs his actions extract from her grow as Sanji's other hand glides along her skin until it rests firmly under her other breast. His thumb brushes the untouched nipple and he himself moans at the feeling of her body squirming underneath him.
Precise motions follow, almost automatic in the way Sanji goes to work pleasing her. His lips and thumb trade places at her chest and he feels her thighs grinding together as she searches for relief. A smile graces his lips, knowing there was no one more willing to grant that relief than he in this moment. Sanji’s lips descend farther, fingers prodding and groping the soft flesh of her waist and hips. He uses his teeth to pull the waistband of her shorts down just enough for him to find the soft hairs that were hidden beneath. A groan rips out right from his throat, her scent and the feeling of the tufts of hairs tickling his lips making him even more hungry to comfort her.
Sanji looks up, needing a sign to continue, needing to know that she wants him just as bad as he wants right now, damn the reason. He drinks in the image of her below him, the feel of her skin and the scent of her soap and arousal blending together. His thumbs rub at her hips and he waits, giving her the chance to change her mind, but all he hears is a breathy please and that’s all he needs from her. Sanji leans up, taking a pillow and placing it under her hips because if it’s comfort she wants then it’s comfort he’ll give her. He makes sure her head is also resting on a pillow as he leans up to press a kiss to her forehead. Perhaps in mercy, for him or her, her eyes are closed now.
His fingers hook at the waistband of her shorts, tugging down as he reveals her to himself. Sanji sighs, taking in the view of her bare body for just a moment before shuffling downwards, laying on his stomach before her. His hands push the fat of her thighs upwards and out, spreading her for him and he notes that she doesn’t resist. His hand reaches out and feels her, the hairs adorning her mound, the puffy lips crowning her slit, and the slick wetness that seeps out from within. A soft whine from both their lips breaks the silence as his index finger rubs along that slit, his finger gliding with ease from how wet she was already. His finger comes to his lips so he can sample her, his brows furrowing with pleasure as he savors her taste on his tongue, sucking his fingers clean of her in earnest.
Sanji presses his face forward, his nose filled with her scent again as his nose drowns in the hair on her mound, his lips pressing kisses to her clit right below. Her back arches a little, and he hears the stretch of her bedsheets as she grips them with her hands. Sanji’s fingers prod between the lips, feeling the entrance to her tighten and flutter at just the press of his fingertip. Her voice calls out to him, asking for more, and he wastes no time giving it to her. He presses inwards, his fingertip sliding against the warm walls of her cunt with ease. He still takes his time slipping in, ever the gentleman, but he notices how wet she is and it’s much more than he thought she’d be at this point. He pulls back out, watching as wetness on his finger drips onto the bed. Sanji moans, absolutely bewitched by the sight as he plunges back in, pressing upwards as he goes. His lips find their way back to her clit, his tongue slipping out to lap at the button. Her cries become a little louder, her body tensing up at the barest of touch and Sanji wonders how pent up she must be. It doesn’t matter, I’ll fix it. He thinks to himself, continuing his movements while he allows her time to adjust to his intrusion.
After a while she’s asking for more, and Sanji is more than eager to serve her. He pulls out his finger for a moment, her whine catching in her throat when he replaces it just as quick with his tongue. He lavishes her with it, slow, flat strokes from bottom to top, stopping every so often to suck on her swelling labia or dip his tongue through her hole, sipping on the arousal she spills out for him. Her hips begin to grind against his tongue and he indulges her, laying his tongue flat and stiff for her to rub against to her satisfaction.
She begins to sit up, her arms trying to pull him onto her but Sanji presses on her stomach, laying her back down. “Patience, sweetheart.” He murmurs into her skin and he can’t miss how her thighs flex against his head at the words.
Once she settles, he lets the hand return to her slit, pressing two fingers inside now. Her walls clench around them and he hisses at how lewd it feels, wishing it was his cock being squeezed right now and not just his fingers. It wouldn’t do to start without tending to the lady first, so he continues his movements. Sanji moves his other hand from her thigh and hooks it up on his elbow, letting his palm rest right above her mound. He presses it down on her, softly at first, then more after hearing the sound of his name being whimpered from her lips.
As if possessed by her voice he digs right back in, fingers thrusting in and out as his tongue sweeps along her clit. She gets louder and he presses harder, each of them goading on the other with their reactions. Sanji takes a peek up, watching as her breasts rise and fall with the motion of her heaving chest. Her hands find their way to his hair, gripping it tight as she looks down upon him. Her face was ruddy, her hair sticking to the sweat on her brow as her lips were parted and panting. He carved the sight into his memory, unsure if she’d ever give him the pleasure of showing him such a beautiful sight ever again. Her eyelids flutter and she tosses her head back on the pillow as he easily adds a third finger. He’d give her his soul if it meant she’d grace him with that look again but he figured for now just three fingers would do. The squelching sounds of his fingers driving in and out of her coupled with her cries as she tugged her hair could make him cum alone but he held back, opting to rut into the mattress to satiate the urge for now.
Her cries quickly turned to words, promises of an imminent finish and Sanji served it to her on a silver platter as he licks her and fucks his fingers into her, pressing even harder on her mound to bring her closer. He looked up again, watching as her body leans forward, her teeth bared as she scrunches her brows and eyes. The moan she let out almost makes him laugh, pride swelling in his chest from seeing her so satisfied with his work. Her hands press his face closer into her cunt and he lets her use him, the vibrations from the groan he lets out setting her off as she’s rocked thoroughly through by her orgasm. Sanji continues with his hands, slowing down gradually as he feels her walls relaxing again.
With a sigh he pulls out of her, sucking his fingers clean again, never one to waste a fine meal. He wipes his fingers on his boxers, sitting back on his heels again as he looks at her, flushed and glistening from sweat in the morning light. Her body was slowly relaxing, her face returning to its natural complexion as the blood in her body returned to all her limbs. His hand rested on her knee for a minute, sliding off when he stood from the bed, leaving and returning not long after with a glass of water for her. One knee sits on the bed as he leans towards her, placing one hand on her lower back and the other holding the glass to her lips as he encourages her to drink, to replenish her body after their session. He whispered praises against the back of her hand, letting the words sink into the skin as if they alone would fix her sorrows. He knew better but he gave her what she needed regardless, a desperate attempt to give love where it’s needed.
After she finishes the glass he sets it gingerly on the bedside table, climbing up fulling on the bed so he can cradle her head against his chest. He couldn’t see the expression on her face but he felt it was better not to see it, lest it overwrite the one he wanted to keep in his memories. As he rubs her earlobe, he bends his head down, pressing a kiss to her hair before speaking, “Is that all you needed, mellorine, or do you need more?”
He feels her sigh, watching as her face turns more into his chest, her hands clawing at his waist when he feels her open her mouth, breath almost unbearably hot against his skin, “I-I need more Sanji.”
“How would you like it my love?” He asks, letting his hands fall to his side as he lets her go.
He watches as she turns her body away, hugging a pillow to her face as she sits up on her knees, the sight of her ass in the air and her dripping core below it almost making him burst into flames. “As you wish.” He whispers, leaning his lips down towards her ear first. He reaches out his tongue and licks at the shell of it, nibbling it for a moment before he pulls back, barely hearing her muffled whines through the pillow she clutched.
She hears his footsteps retreat from the room, peeking up from the pillow just in time to see him return with a condom in his hand, giving her a timid smile as he holds up the foil wrapper for her to see. Her unobstructed eye follows him in her field of view, her face finally emerging from the pillow as Sanji settles behind her, his briefs discarded among the rest of their clothes. Sanji stares at her bare cunt before him, glistening with the mixture of his saliva and her arousal. A single strand of wetness drips down slowly, making a dark dot on the bed sheet where it lands. Sanji stares, frozen at the sight before the shifting of her hips in his eye line brings him back. “Sorry, you just look so beautiful, mellorine.” He apologizes.
Sanji’s fingers swipe along her slit, collecting her essence before he spreads it along his shaft, smearing it as he tugs himself slowly. The feeling of her slick on him is almost too much to bear, and he bites his tongue and squeezes hard to come back down. His teeth tear open the condom wrapper, his finger pinching the tip as he rolls it down, making sure it was on correctly before he sits back up on his knees, resting his fingers on her hips as he leans over her, pressing soft kisses to her back. “You really do look so, so beautiful right now... This lighting looks so good on you. You’re like a dream.”
She shuffles, pressing her ass further up in the air and burying her face further down into the pillow and all Sanji can do is chuckle under his breath at the sight. He rubs at the fat of her ass with one hand, relaxing her as he uses the other to sweep more slick from her cunt, coating the condom as he lines himself up with her entrance. “I’m going to start now…” He tells her, but he knows better than to expect a response back.
He still gives her a moment before he starts to push forward, listening to her breath hiss out as he slides in a few inches. Sanji rubs her lower back with one hand, the other gripping her hip as he gives her a moment of reprieve. “You’re doing so good for me, my sweet. Make sure you breathe, okay?” He tells her, and she nods her head in reply as he hears her take a deep breath.
After another moment or two he announces that he’ll be continuing and Sanji sinks into her a few more inches. Her head cries out into the pillow, and upon seeing her shoulders shaking he stops again to let her acclimate to his length. He bends over her carefully, commending her for how well she was holding up, telling her how good she felt and how much he loves the sounds she’s making for him. His soft hands rub up and down her back and he sees her shoulders finally relax. Her hips shuffle a bit, Sanji believing she’s just getting more comfortable but next thing he knows she’s pushing back into him to take the rest of him inside. Sanji bites back a curse, groaning as he watches the last of himself disappear into her until his hips are flush to the back of her thighs.
His hands are shaking as they return to her hips, a warped smile on his face as he leans his head back, melting from the clench of her cunt around him. He pulls back out, slowly, carefully as he gauges her reactions and sounds. Her comfort remains his utmost priority through it all. Sanji rolls his hips into her, his torso bent closer so he can hear the sweet sounds she lets out into her pillow. He doesn’t make her move it, but he hates how he can’t watch her falling apart under him from this position, as his dreams so often let him do. He leans down to kiss the nape of her neck, letting his lips decorate her spine as her moans grow needier. Sanji doesn’t speed up, instead he thrusts deeper, letting himself fill the holes in her heart with whatever she’ll let him fill it with.
His hands move up along her side, cupping her breasts when he reaches them, massaging her sensitive skin while he lets himself indulge in her body. Sweat beads on his temple as he continues to fondle her body, happy to hear the symphony of whines and cries she spills that spur him on. Her walls clamp down on him again as he finds her nipples and rolls them between his fingers. Sanji can’t stop himself from thrusting a little faster as he feels her squeeze around him, trying to hold out for her. As he speeds up he can hear the sound of her crying out prayers even through the pillow, his heart racing as he grins at the prospect of her enjoying him fucking her this much.
Sanji presses more kisses into the skin of her back, smiling and whispering more praises into it, begging her for more pretty sounds. Her head lifts from the pillow, her loud moans now at full volume as the sound rings in his ears. A grin creeps onto his mouth as he allows himself to enjoy this, to revel in the sensation of her fluttering around him and screaming as he takes her from behind, serving himself almost as much as her in this moment. His hand slides down her stomach to her clit, where he rubs small circles against it. “Do me just one favor my sweet, let me hear you sing for me again, please?”
She squeals at the contact, Sanji gasping as she clenches around him even more. He tries to focus on it all, the feeling of her cunt milking him, the steady ministrations on her clit, and his desperate need to cum. He chooses her first, as he always would and always has, pressing harder against the button throbbing between her legs. His free hand reaches up to hold her chin, bringing her head back towards his ear as he pleads with her, “Let go for me mellorine, let it all out.”
And she does, clamping down tight as she lets out a scream, her body shaking as she cums on him. The sound is just so beautiful, so lewd and so loud and all for him, that he crumbles right after her, his hips stuttering as he pumps the condom full, groaning through gritted teeth. Sanji lets go of her chin, letting her head tip back down towards the pillows. They’re both panting heavy, just out of sync as they slowly each come down after each of their orgasms.
His arms wrap around her stomach, testing his luck as he embraces her, kissing her back all the way down before he finally lets her go. He sinks down back onto his heels and pulls out, heaving a final sigh before he leans forward to kiss the dip of her back. Sanji stands up, slowly shifting off the bed as he removes the condom and disposes of it in the wastebasket by the bed. He leaves her alone again for just a minute, fetching more water for her and a damp cloth with which to wipe her down. His eyes stare at the glass of water in his hands, ignoring the running water as he sees the faint outline of her lip print on the glass, remnants of chapstick that he knew she always wore. The same chapstick he had tasted on her when they kissed in her living room. Sanji presses his lips against the print, closing his eyes as he lets himself dream, just for that one moment more.
He fills the glass up and soaks a washcloth, wringing out the excess water before he throws it on his shoulder. Sanji reaches over and turns off the water and he pauses for a moment, hearing a low noise coming from down the hall. He spins on his heels, long legs with long strides bringing him down the hall in mere moments. He opens the door and finds her sitting on the edge of the bed, the heels of her palms digging into her eyes as she wipes away tears. Sanji is on the floor in the blink of an eye, his hands grabbing her wrists to pull them away from her eyes, seeing them already raw from the friction. He sucks his teeth, pulling her tight to his chest as she slides off of the mattress onto the floor, his arms letting her down easy as he holds her tight to his chest. “Mellorine…. Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?” He asks, his voice thick with worry as he presses her into his chest.
She shakes her head no, letting out a sob as her arms wrap tightly around her own body. Sanji's hands comb through her hair, shushing her as he gives her space to let it all out. His hands cradle her frame gently, trying his best to comfort her as he rocks her slowly side to side. He feels her body trembling against him and it twists a knife into his heart seeing her in so much pain. Sanji moves her around so she can lay back on his shoulder while he pushes strands of hair away from her face to make it easier for her to breathe. He picks up the glass of water he filled earlier and puts it in her hands to keep them busy and away from her eyes. “Drink now, you need this.” He tells her as he presses his lips on the top of her head.
His hands slide across her back, rubbing gentle circles into her skin as he guides her breathing. Once she’s calmed down a bit and has had some water Sanji takes the wash cloth off his shoulder and wipes her down, focusing between her legs while he cleans the sweat and slick off of her body. He sits back, letting her sit on his lap on the floor, taking sips from the water he gave her. After a while he slips his arms around her waist as he picks her up, turning her so she can sit on the edge of the bed. Sanji straightens up, rolling his shoulders back as he starts to pick up his clothes from her floor. One piece after another, he slowly lifts them up and tugs them on, putting back on his layers. He picks up his hoodie, fingering the soft, blue fabric between his hands before he holds it out to her, another offering to placate her.
She looks up at him, sniffling as she sets down the water and takes the hoodie in her hands. She sits there for a moment, just rubbing her thumbs against the fabric before she slips it on her body. The sleeves were too long and the torso baggy on her, bunched up at her hips while she sits, and she’s never looked more beautiful than she does to him right now. Sanji finds her shorts next and passes them to her, helping her stay steady as she stands to slip them on. Sanji's hands stay at the ready, as he sits her back on the edge of the bed.
He takes a seat beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight while his hand gravitates to back again, rubbing condolences into her skin. His other hand pulls her head to lean into his shoulder, grateful for her humoring him right now as he goes through the motions of comforting another person. She shakes her arms, getting the sleeves of his hoodie to fall down and free her hands of the fabric. Sanji watches in awe as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Her hands card through his soft hair, nuzzling her cheek against his own. Her legs turn with her body, moving to straddle his lap as she holds him tight, her face finally burying itself within the crook of his neck. His hands slowly, gently, cradle the back of her head and he feels her body start to shake and heave in his arms. “Oh, sweetheart…” he murmurs, pressing his cheek to her temple. Her sobs only grow louder, her tears soaking into his shirt as he can only rock her and scratch at her scalp to try and settle her down again.
“Was the funeral hard to get through?” Sanji finally asks, holding her a little tighter to his chest. He knows that’s not what’s really troubling her, but something about the hollow look in her eyes tells him her true problem is off the table for discussion.
Her body tenses up and he feels her breath still against her neck. After a moment he feels her begin to pull backwards, averting her eyes from his as she nods meekly.
Sanji grants her the grace of her lie, settling her head back into neck to let her hide away again. “It’s hard…” he starts, shifting her into a more comfortable position for them both on his lap, “losing a parent.”
“It’s hard especially when it’s fresh…. I’m sure you’ll be mourning her for a long time. It’ll get easier though. Not today, not tomorrow. Maybe not even for a few years, but it will pass one day. I promise you that.”
Sanji presses a kiss onto her temple, his body continuing to sway her gently as his lips stay murmuring against her soft skin. Eventually her sniffles subside and her whimpers settle down, relaxing into his chest. Sanji pulls her head back gently after he notices her quiet for a while, peeking at her face. She had cried herself to sleep, her eyes and nose red and raw from wiping her face on his shoulder. His lips tighten into an uncomfortable smile as he lays her down on the bed, careful not to wake her as he does so. His breath hitches at the sight of her in his hoodie, tearing his eyes away before he can delude himself anymore than he already had today.
Sanji slips out of the room, taking the empty glass with him to refill for her. He spots their abandoned breakfasts on the balcony and he slowly opens the door to fetch them as well. Sanji works quickly and quietly, boxing up the uneaten orange sections for her and placing them in the fridge. He rinses the plates and mugs, hand washing them just to do something monotonous for a moment to soothe his nerves. Sanji wasn’t dumb, he knew this wasn’t going to be more than a one time thing, but the way she looked at him, the way she called out for him, the feeling of her lips on his fingers. He swallows it down, burying it away and letting the spark die before it can even hope to ignite.
Sanji makes his way back towards her room, peeking through the doorway as he sees her curled up into a ball with her back to him. He steps inside and sets the glass of water down as quietly as he can on her nightstand, placing a handwritten note he scribbled earlier in the kitchen for her next to it, asking her to call when she wakes up and to make sure to eat the oranges he left for her in the fridge before they go bad. Sanji reaches out, gently pulling her comforter over her body, studying her side profile as he watches her adjust in her sleep to the weight of the blanket. This is the most peaceful she’s looked all day and it makes his heart sting to realize it. He reaches his hand out to touch her one last time, but thinks better of it, His hand combs through his hair instead, taking a deep breath before he turns away, closing the door behind him as he exits her room.
Sanji packs up the thermos and leftover coffee, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he walks over to the doorway to put his shoes on. He straightens his back and turns his head towards the hallway, towards her. His head swirls with a million different thoughts as he ponders if he should really leave her alone or if he should drop his things and climb into her bed next to her, holding her tight to him as he falls asleep with her. His eyes start to burn as he thinks about what he could take, but instead Sanji opens her front door slowly, locking the door before he steps out and closes it. His hand lingers on the doorknob, still twisted open, not quite yet locking him out. He forces himself to let go, to let the mechanism click shut and to walk away and give her space now. It doesn’t really matter what I do for her now, he thinks to himself, kicking at the ground with his feet. There would be nothing for him to gain by begging for her. He sucks his teeth, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and pulling one out, lighting it in one fluid motion, muscle memory taking over as he trudges home alone.
Softyyy! I hope you’re having a good holiday! ⭐️ May I have a little mistletoe smooch from Doffy?
LOOOO ~~ Sorry it wasnt so little... doffy took over my keyboard at the end ifk aksdjfsdf
Doflamingo wasn’t one for holiday cheer personally, but that didn’t stop him from pretending to be all holly jolly in front of the people of Dressrosa. Dressing up in a somewhat skimpy Santa outfit, which consists of the usual red pants with white trimming and Santa hat, But instead of his usual pink-feathered coat, it was now replaced by a long red coat with fluffy white trimmings. Still shirtless as ever, he addresses his citizens, announcing the start of the holiday. Confetti exploded all around the island; the toys carried out presents that Doflamingo said he personally brought, but in truth, it was the toys and missing people underneath the island that made them. But as long as the citizens were dumb and happy, it was fine.
Although he didn’t really care for this holiday, keeping up appearances was important for Doflamingo, so he was extremely busy today, leaving you all to your lonesome. As you should be used to, being the lover of someone like Doflamingo comes with its perks and its drawbacks. One of the drawbacks is sharing your lover with everyone else, in the sense of them taking all of his time. So here you stood, right behind Doflamingo, as he strutted around in his silly little outfit, speaking with other members of the family, pirates, government officials, and too many others to count.
You eventually got bored of waiting around and wandered off on your own for a while, enjoying the many decorations that were set up in the castle. Looking down at the city, where Christmas lights twinkle and people dance merrily on the street, It gives you a sense of melancholy; a small part of you wishes that you were free to do that with your lover as well. You brush off that feeling and shake your head. You know what kind of man Doflamingo was, and you love him all the same. Time passed a lot faster than you noticed, then you felt a tapping on your shoulder and turned around to find a servant. She greets you with a shaky smile and tells you that Doflamingo is asking you to appear in his bedroom.
You thanked the servant, and she scurried off in a hurry. You tried to hurry to the bedroom as well, knowing your lover was sort of an impatient man. You arrive at the grand set of doors a few moments later, knocking on the door and hearing a gruff “Come in.” You push open the doors to find your lover lying on the bed, still in that Santa outfit, but the robe is tied together now, covering his chest. Wrapped with a pretty big red bow on his stomach, Doffy smirks, waggling a finger at you in a ‘come hither’ motion. He was propped on a small mountain of pillows behind him, laying on his back with his arms now behind his head as he watched you stalk forward without a word being said between the two of you.
You climb up on the bed, kneeling in front of Doffy, looking for another sign of what to do next. Doffy takes the awkwardness and makes sure to stretch it uncomfortably thin, the asshole. “Why are you just staring? Are you not going to unwrap your present?” He droons out, a frown on his lips, though you can tell it was fake by the way it was twitching at the end. You roll your eyes at your lover’s antics, shuffling over and going right on top of the blonde, straddling his lap. Your hands wander around his chest, groping around a bit in the way you know he likes it. Slowly take your time to unwrap the bow around his middle, letting it slip from his torso along with the robe. Revealing his nice-toned chest to you and a small surprise as his body is covered in ribbons as well, almost like bondage.
Your finger traces the outline of the ribbons on his body, brushing across all the sensitive areas, causing Doffy to groan and bring his arms from behind his head and on to you. A hand envelopes itself around your throat, squeezing in a possessive manner. Forcing you to look up directly at him, his breath washed over you as he cooed at your face. “Before I forget, I had another small present in store for you.” He pulls something out of his pocket, still holding your throat in his other hand. He pulls out a mistletoe and places it above your head. “Now for my present~” He ends the sentence by crashing his lips on yours, hot and passionate, leaving no room or space in between your bodies.
Rolling you over on your back and pressing right on you, his lips never left you once. Not until you were yanking on his hair, gasping for air, once he finally let you go. You find yourself face-to-face with Doffy, who wears a wicked grin on his face.
“The holidays aren’t over; I still haven’t unwrapped my present yet~”
Can we talk about X-Drake for a sec (i was reminded by your fic reblog)? Because it's not normally my thing but there's something about him that makes me want to bully him mercilessly. Fluster the hell out of him while he's deep into planning for some mission, flirt with him until he's stuttering and stammering while he's on an important phone call. Idk idk. He's just got that cool, composed exterior and reputation for ruthlessness that just makes me want to turn him into a total mess.
Learning that he has a weakness to women's bodies in the Wano arc made me SO happy, good lord. I bet it's easy as hell to fluster him, too. Marine life doesn't have a lot of room for dalliances, and once he was undercover I just doubt he really indulged in anything like that, so it just makes tormenting him so easy.
I don't know what's better, turning him into a whiny, breathless, begging mess, or provoking that animalistic zoan side into coming out. (Both. Both is good.)
By the way, I know you're into noncon like I am, have you read "A Primal Need For A Marine" by anubislover on AO3? I re-read it fairly frequently, even if it doesn't match my headcanon for him 100%, it's very hot imo.
Mouse and I are sending all the positive energy and love to Pickle!
Oh Lo, thank you so very much!!! Your little buddy Mouse is so beautiful!!! It means so much to me that you're both thinking of her, and that you care and are willing to help like this. I've just gotta get her through til morning, and a little extra good energy helps, at least I think so.
She was so sleepy when I took this one, but such a good sport about it ; u ;
hiii! just swinging by to tell you that your zoro fic is...exquisite, one of the best fics i've ever read. you have such a handle on his character, it felt like i was reading an analysis along with incredible smut in the very best way. i wish i had more eloquent words to explain, but it's one i will definitely be coming back to again and again, it's so well-crafted. thank you for sharing it!
thank you oml you’re way too kind :(( that means so so much to me and i’m glad you liked it
