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You don’t have to think you’re hot but other people inevitably are going to so you at least need learn to accept that perception with grace instead of falling back on self deprecation every time someone is brave enough to call you cute
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n]
Summary: Heartsick and lonely on a new island, you turn towards a brothel that offers a renowned, yet unusual, service. They will match you with another willing participant and suppress both sight and speech so that you can indulge in your desires completely anonymously.
Reader and Sanji are matched through the service, unbeknownst to each of them.
CW: Sensory Deprivation, Fingering (F Rec), Oral (F Rec), Handjob (M Rec), Creampie, Squirting, Slightly Rougher Sex, Cuddling, Slight Angst
Word Count: 3.7k
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The midday sun shines through the bay windows of the ornate office, and a well dressed woman relaxes in her chair on the other side of her wooden desk. “You know,” her smooth voice calls, “I do have other options, if you’d prefer. For first timers or the more…” she casts a look towards your fidgeting hands, “nervous, patrons. I have darlings who specialize in that sort of thing.”
“No,” you shake your head, quickly refuting her her, “I don’t need that- I’m not nervous.” An obvious lie, betrayed by the quickened tumble of your words from a slightly shaky voice. “I just… I’ve never done something like this before.”
“I suppose not,” she peers over at you above her half moon glasses, “I don’t believe there is any other establishment offering the kind of service that we do. But, it’s been quite popular. I am very certain I can give you a good match.”
On an island deep in the Grand Line, you find yourself in a place you never imagined.
A brothel.
A famous brothel, apparently. At least according to the drunken conversations you overheard at the bar the crew was wiling away the hours in last night. Sitting here now, in this grand estate, you’re certain the rumors are true.
Typically, you’ve never been one for such establishments. You had tried, a few times. When that lonely ache was so agonizing you found yourself desperate for company and release. But, while it felt nice in the moment, you always tended to feel worse in the hours after. Far lonelier than you’d been before and heart wrenching knowing that none of it was truly real. Honeyed words turning sour in your stomach as you realize that no one actually loved you or wanted you the way they were paid to tell you they did. So you stopped trying.
Yet, the ache never goes away, rising and chipping away at your heart so dreadfully you’d start to think, once again, that the few minutes of fantasy might be worth it. But, you’d always pulled yourself back from that ledge before you stumbled off it.
This brothel, however, offers something different. Something that maybe your heart can stand to seek comfort in- just this once. “Is it the sensory deprivation?” the Madam asks, rooting for the core of your hesitation, “is that what concerns you?”
“Um, not really,” you fidget. “My friend knows where I am and what I’m doing.” Despite how embarrassing it was, you weren’t willing to take the risk of no one knowing where you are, so you told Nami. Regardless of the seemingly spotless reputation- which you only learned of last night- it’s still a sex house on an unknown island. Nami promised to keep your vivre card close and your secret closer- and to come find you if you weren’t back by the given time.
“Well, sweetheart,” she soothes, “this is a house of desires. There are many other ways I can fulfill yours.”
“No,” you insist, “this is what I want. I want to do this.”
“Then I shall not deny you,” with a saccharine smile, her fingers trail across the file opened before her. Pages of forms you filled out this morning that asked all sorts of personal questions that teetered on the edge of mortifying. But, you wanted this to work, so you answered them all diligently and honestly. “In fact,” she says, “you don’t need to wait any longer.”
Hands pressing together and pulse picking up, you look at her wide eyed, “really?”
Adjusting her glasses, she looks towards the man at the door, “is 33 still on the premises?”
The guard turns into the communicator at his ear for a moment before confirming, “yes, Madam.”
“Excellent. Get him prepped,” she orders before giving you a wink, “tell him we have a match.”
“That soon?” Based on what you’d heard regarding how many people register daily, and what the representative told you this morning when they explained the service, you expected a much longer wait.
“The stars shine in your favor. I’ve another participate ready to go and you are an exceedingly perfect match.”
“Really…?” nervously, you wonder how true that is.
“Darling, I’ve been doing this a long time,” she assures you. “No one leaves unsatisfied. It is a very good match.”
Nodding, you take a steadying breath, preparing yourself to meet your match. In a sense, anyway. The two of you will be given a dose of minor sensory deprivation that prevents sight and speech. Touch and sound otherwise would be unimpeded.
At first, you weren’t sure what to think of it. It’s certainly unorthodox- and a bit scary, even. But, the more you thought about it, the more you came around to the idea. Your match wasn’t a worker- they weren’t someone being paid to provide you with company. They were someone who wanted the same thing you did. In that sense, it was at least more genuine and real. But, the lack of sight and speech would give your heart a buffer against any memories of regret. It removes the reservation and leaves nothing but pleasure. At least- yearning for comfort- you hope that it will.
“Come now,” the Madam rises, smoothing her skirt and you follow her through the sprawling halls of the tastefully decorated manor. Lavish and decadent, the whole place is pleasurable to the senses- a grand fitting monument to indulgence. Nothing at all like the brothels that often lined the bar streets of the islands you’ve visited before.
Under your slippered feet, the carpets are as plush as the complimentary robe draped around your body. After filling out your paperwork, you’d spent a few hours in the onsite spa, body still feeling relaxed and renewed- though anxiously eager for what comes next.
In a small room, the Madam stops- door closing behind. A well dressed butler steps up and presents a polished silver tray with a crystal glass atop it. “Now,” she stresses, “do you remember how to stop the encounter, should you choose?” Bringing your hands together, you clap twice to demonstrate the signal. “Good,” she nods. “The room will be monitored and a guard will intervene should anything go awry- not that I have any expectation that it will,” she adds pointedly, “it’s more to put your mind at ease than anything.”
“You mean…” your hands pull your robe tighter across your frame, “people will be watching?”
“Only one,” she holds up a singular finger. “A trusted member of my staff will be monitoring the participants. You won’t even know he’s there, he’ll be watching through a special mirror from an adjoining room.”
“Okay…” you suppose it does make sense. And it is reassuring to know they actually take your safety seriously, though the prospect is rather embarrassing. You try not to think about it.
“When you hear the chime,” a sweet bell rings through the room, “you have five minutes before you’ll be escorted away. Once in a private room, you’ll be given the reversal potion to return your senses, as well as your clothes and personal effects you arrived with. You'll be able to clean up and light refreshments will be provided before you’re sent on your way.”
“And the guy, will he…?”
“He will be in a different room. Exiting through a different area of the estate. You will not meet.”
“He’ll never see me?”
“And you will never see him,” she confirms. “Are you ready?”
Without further thought or time to talk yourself out of it, you take the glass and tip it to your lips. It tingles on your tongue, but you don’t feel any different. Opening your mouth, you make to ask how long it takes the effects to kick in- but no sound escapes and quickly the room dims into darkness.
An arm wraps around yours, guiding you into your room- only the sound of your hammering heart beats in your ears. With every step, heat rises as your body flushes, being led to your partner. Silently, you pray the Madam is right and that he’s as good a match as she says.
The edge of the bed hits against your knees and you stop, the worker taking your hand and bringing it out- pressing it into one much larger and warmer than your own. His fingers wrap around yours with a soundless breathy sigh. The worker pulls away and you hear them cross the room and close the door, leaving you alone with a stranger wrapped in darkness and draped in desire.
For a long moment, the two of you stay still, hands pressed together- just feeling one another’s presence. Slowly, long fingers begin delicately tracing your own- their tips gracing featherlight in exploration. Trailing softly down your palm, up the sensitive skin of your wrist, and rising up your arm where his big hand rubs up under the sleeve of your robe.
Before he goes any further, his fingers wrap around yours and he brings them up to his lips, laying a kiss upon your hand before placing it to the warm expanse of his chest- allowing you to touch him first. He’s solid, well defined and so, so, warm- nearly feverish. Adding another hand, you roam shamelessly over his body and feel his heart flutter as your hands drag across his chest.
Feeling emboldened by the way he presses into your touch, you pull his robe apart and drop your hands down his stomach- blushing at the feel of his strong body. Tracing the divots of his rolling muscles, your mind can’t help but imagine what he must look like. Lower on his hips, you find the smooth tips of the arrows that dip down into something that heats the pool between your legs. But, just before you reach it, you grab his hand and bring it to your own chest.
Eagerly, he accepts the invitation, hand pressing between the swell of your breasts. Both hands come to cascade over the mounds, cupping the heavy curves in his hands just to feel their weight. Gently, he rubs and kneads at each breast with expert touch, grinding your nipples into the cup of his palm. While his movements steadily grow hungrier, his hands slightly tremble and you think that he’s perhaps holding back.
But, you don’t want him to hold back. You want his unbridled desire and passion unleashed upon you, liberating your own.
To encourage him, you arch into his touch, hands pressing him harder against you, forcing a rougher grab at your needy body. Immediately, he understands what you’re asking and he gives it to you. Ravenously, his hands drag across your shape, so big that together they cover so much of the expanse of your core, making you feel so wrapped up in his rapacious strokes.
When he reaches the knot of your robe, he doesn’t timidly seek your permission. Rather, he fists the fabric over your waist and rips it open, dropping it to the floor and leaving you bare before him. Though he doesn’t hear your gasp, he certainly feels it with such a tight grip on your body. It spurs him on and he feels you out, rubbing down every inch he can reach to memorize the map of your figure.
Heat rises along with the desire, the lack of sight only heightening the sensation of touch. And you want him touching more, want to feel more of him- pressed up against you. Reaching, you put your own hands back onto his body, tugging eagerly at his robe and he lets you push it off him. Naked and bare, your hands race over each other as the temperature rises between you.
Rolling your body into his, the blackened world whirls suddenly and your heart jumps as you fall back onto the bed, legs draped over the edge. Kneeling down between them, he throws them over his shoulders and wraps his arms around your thighs. Rapidly your breaths come and your knees press together, but he holds you open and dives between them.
With no hesitation, no build up, no teasing- he falls face first into your cunt, tongue swiping long from core to clit. Though you can’t hear him, you can feel the long groan that rumbles from his mouth and vibrates through his tongue, the sensation pooling more heat that he eagerly laps up. You’re grateful then for the darkness to hide the embarrassment you know must show on your face by how flushed you feel.
He dines on you like a man who’s been starving for it. It’s entirely for his own pleasure the way he eats at you. Mouth messy, tongue writhing as it pushes in and out, sucking up the slick that gathers and latching onto your clit to make more. Back arching, your fingers tangle in his hair and you surrender yourself to the pleasure. Allowing yourself to indulge in it, allowing this stranger to give it to you and allowing him to take whatever he needs from your body. Because that’s what you need- what you’ve so craved all this time. Someone who desperately needs you as much as you need them.
Fingers dip into you and your whole body jolts, legs tightening around his head before falling back onto the soft bed. Mouth suckling at your clit, his long fingers rock into you, touching places you can never reach on your own. Pads of his fingers dragging across something sensitive, knuckles bumping against your cunt. When he curls into you, tears pool at your eyes and your hands tangle tighter in his soft hair.
He doesn’t relent. Curling, pushing, thrusting, sucking- tongue swirling over the swollen bud between his lips. Though you can’t hear the sound of your own voice, you know it’s breaking in your mouth, throat vibrating with the silent cries he draws out of you. You can, however, hear the wet sound slicking between your legs as he brings you to the brink, growing wetter as your body coils tight. When the vibration of his soundless voice rolls against your clit, you cum and he stays the course, steering you through the pleasure.
When you start twitching beneath him, he pushes you back onto the bed fully in one strong motion and crawls atop you. Warm breath ghosting your neck, you arch back, opening your legs, letting him settle fully between them. Arms wrapping around his neck, you hold on as he starts humping against you, dragging his hard cock over your dripping cunt. Quiet whimpers and hushed whines stutter in your chest, pressed against his as you hold him close.
Cunt clenching with every thrust, his cockhead rubs over your aching clit. Overcome with the need to feel him, you reach down and take him in your hand and he nearly collapses. Pumping his cock, you feel the length- long and hard and slightly curved. He’s so wet and sticky, you almost think he’s already cum, but then you feel the slick pour from his tip and pool in your hands. Using it to glide the drag of your hand, you feel some drip down onto your open cunt. He’s so hot. His body like a furnace that continues to rise, his cock piping and arousal salivatingly scorching.
Tightening your grip, you pump him faster- unable to pull your hand away. He trembles above you, hips humping into your grasp. When you reach down and start working his cockhead with your other hand his whole body convulses and he cums near instantly, drenching you with his release. Pooling in your hand and spurting over your stomach, thick ribbons dripping hot as candle wax onto your cunt.
This was what you’d been missing. The feeling of someone coming undone upon you. Though, there’s a pang in your chest thinking it’s over. Now that he’s cum, you expect to hear the sound of his hands clapping above you to end the session.
But, he doesn’t.
Instead he kisses at your neck, licking at your pulse- lingering when he feels the jolt of your body to signal he’s discovered something sweetly sensitive. Eyes fluttering as he sucks at it, your cum coated body rolls up against his, desire flaring again between your legs.
His still hard cock presses against your entrance and your eyes heat with the promise of more. Locking your legs around his waist, you completely open yourself for him and he pushes in. One long, slow, agonizingly wonderful push that has you arching off the bed, legs tightening and fingers digging against his back. Slid home, your breathes mingle in a long sigh- signaling how much you both needed this.
He waits until he feels your hips rolling up against him to start fucking you. Slow, at first, but rapidly rising, both of you long past restraint. Just two people chasing a shared need. As much as you can, you encourage him to fuck you harder- to have what he needs, to use your body and drive the pleasure into you as he takes it. And he does. Hips losing rhythm to a more primal thrust, mouth still sucking and licking at the spot that has you pleading.
Hand reaching between your bodies, you try to rub at your clit, but he continues fucking you so hard you can’t keep steady enough. Sensing what you’re trying to do, the stranger pulls back, sitting up between your legs. Big hands grip at your hips and before you can blink, you’re flipped so quickly onto your stomach it knocks the wind from you.
Thrill pools low in your body, cunt squeezing around his cock as he pulls your hips up with one arm and use his other hand to force the deep arch of your back. Fingers curling into the sheets, you’re desperate for purchase as he starts fucking into you from behind, hitting deeper than anything you’ve ever felt before.
Delicious tears stream down your cheeks and electricity shocks up your spine as his curved cock drives precise pleasure to that delicate spot behind your clit. When you settle into your position, body slacking for his taking, his hand drags down your spine and coils around your hip to find your clit.
Taking it between his knuckles, he rolls pleasure into you, hand vibrating with preternatural speed. Immediately, your cunt begins to clench and you’re forced over the edge- pushed by a sensation you’ve never felt before. But, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t ease up. Doesn’t slow. If anything, the grip around his dick spurs him harder and he adjusts the angle of his thrusts so his cockhead fucks directly into your sweet spot.
Drool pools from your lips and even in the blackness of your vision, there are stars as he fucks you from the inside out- pressure building and swelling. As much as you can, you fuck back against him, the rawness in your throat proof of the way you’re crying and begging for him. Whatever he’s doing, you don’t want him to stop.
And he doesn’t.
He takes you to a place where there’s nothing but you and him and the pleasure he gives and the pleasure he takes. He fucks you wild and desperate like he knows he’ll never fuck you again, but he’s determined to leave his mark on you. To ruin you for any other man who will never come close to giving you what he’s giving you right now.
The levee breaks and you along with it, giving him exactly what he wants as your body gushes over his fingers and you cum harder than you ever have in your life. Still, he doesn’t stop. Even as you flood his hand, he milks your clit for every last drop of squirt he can coax. Even as he cums hot and deep in your cunt, his hips still thrust, fucking it inside you.
The pleasure is all consuming and you don’t have the strength to do anything but lay there and take it, body collapsing in his grasp. His strong arms keep a hold of you, propping you up until he’s finished and it draws the pleasure out how erotic it is to be his doll.
When he slows, he lets you down easy, draping himself across your back and trailing kisses across your shoulders. Wrapping you in his arms and holding you steady, he slowly pulls out- the mix cum pouring thick and hot from between your legs, soaking your thighs and the bed below.
Panting, you try to catch your breath- but it steals away when he touches you in a way you don’t expect. Gently, he settles into the bed and pulls you into his arms and your heart near bursts. Softly, his fingers pet through your hair and his lips press against the crown of your head.
He holds you the way you’ve so longed to be held- with the tenderness of a true lover. As if what you just shared was real and intimate and you have all the time in the world to live in this moment together.
Yet, you know you don't. Desperately, you try to keep the cracks from breaking through your heart to live in the fantasy a little longer. By the way he holds you, you wonder if he’s doing the same.
Tucked in embrace, your nuzzle into the crook of his neck and place a soft kiss there and his lips linger on your forehead in kind. Heartbeats pass and begin to harmonize as your breathes even out and sync together. As you settle, you let yourself enjoy the after- the softness- the gentleness.
Pressing closer to him, the darkness allows you to believe it. Believe that he’s yours, believe that this belongs to you. Believe that he’s someone who genuinely cares for you, cherishes you- loves you, even.
Breathing deep, beneath the sweat and sex, your deprived senses fill in the gaps for your imagination. And the faint scent of sea and smoke settles deep in your chest.
Eyes closing to the blackness, one image comes to mind. One man.
And here, in the dark, in this moment that will never exist beyond this room- you let yourself see it. Let yourself imagine it. Let yourself imagine him here tangled with you-
i rlly think sanji likes seeing your pussy stretch specifically because of how much effort and care it takes to make that easy for you.
the whole process of having to make you cum multiple times in a row to loosen you up, licking your clit and stretching you open on his fingers until it’s all soft inside, and then easing something a little big for you to handle and watching your eyes back because he makes it feel good.
makes it feel so nice to be stretched out because you’re so so relaxed and soft and wet. sometimes it’s his cock but i do think he likes toys. when your pussy is all puffy and swollen from the arousal and your fluttering just from having it put in and he’s still teasing. he really loves it top to bottom
yeah i just love it when a character is in an escapable torment nexus for a huge portion of their life and it defines every aspect of their existence forever. also whats cptsd
I know it's been said before but we have to stop decentering the male orgasm with sex. Just bc he cums doesn't mean we're finished, and just bc he doesn't cum doesn't mean we're still having sex. It's not all about him and his pleasure
sanji doesn’t fuck you until you pass out but he does make you cum until you pass out. he goes from mouth -> mouth and fingers -> wand vibrator. he’s very troubling because he is cooing at you the entire time. habitually talks you through it until you like can’t fight him anymore
and then when you’re out he fucks you while you’re sleepy / unconscious very very slow and gentle. he gives it to you harder when you wake as a reward and then you cum together
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How we feeling?
I found my soulmate super quick and everything's fine!
The soulmate signifier is so unintrusive I don't care if i find them or not
Things will be really bad at first but once I find my soulmate it should be fine
My entire life is ruined and I have to work around this for the rest of my life
I'm just really confused, this concept seems more convoluted the more you think
I'm just straight up dead?? what??? isn't this supposed to be a romance trope???
Well my life is just going to be a comedy of annoying errors.
Oh this is just really cute in general, I'll be fine even if it takes awhile
Oh my life has objectively been improved by this universe actually
