#vinsmoke sanji fanfic

[crazyk-imagine]

Napping and Defending Friends

Pairing: Sanji x Straw hat!reader

Characters: Straw hat!reader, Sanji, Usopp, Zoro, Nami, Monkey D. Luffy, Kaya

Warnings: Sanji being sanji, everyone outing reader or sanji to the other, this is kinda cute, fluff, everyone is nosey as hell, everyone is tired of Sanji and reader going around one another's feelings, the last few lines with the crew make me giggle, reader is (not so secretly) a pirate with her own bounty 0-0

Word Count: 2,688

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You roll your eyes, listening to the two acting like children. You bump the green haired man to the side with your hip.  "Shut up already. You two are acting immature for your age." You lift your plate. "I'll take more."

Sanji shakes his head to the left, moving his bangs away from his eye. He lifts the ladle, giving you a decent portion. "And I'll gladly feed those who enjoy my food."

Zoro rolls his eyes, leaving you two to flirt some more.

-

The sound of Usopp's voice explaining what happened drew you all in, moving closer to listen to him.

You stop mid bite to listen. "I would ask to see his supposedly bloody fingers," you shrug. "But, whatever."

"Let him have his moment," Nami mutters.

"But it's more fun to get him stuttering if I make him tell the truth. It's very easy to break him into confessing."

"And I couldn't do it alone."

"Damn right you couldn't," you tell him, earning a chuckle from the group and your crew.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's hear it for the great captain Usopp," Luffy shouts.

Your lips tug to the side, "that's so not going to give him an ego boost."

Sanji chuckles, covering his mouth with his hand when Nami and Zoro turn to face him.

His eyes glance at you from the corner of his eyes and smiles, his heart races and stomach flutters at the sight of you (not so gracefully) scarfing down the food he cooked.

-

The calm mood falls when Luffy's grandpa announces he and the marine’s arrival.

"Hey, gramps."

He narrows his eyes at you, never quite taking a liking to you like his grandson did.

Although, he did find comfort in the fact that the rubber man had someone to help and guide him (which is why he disliked you). It also didn't help that you would feed into his "becoming the future king of the pirates" dream.

Before you know it, the two family members are in battle.

Your anger gets the better of you and you forget what you've been proud to consider a usable future trait, think before doing. "Don't hurt, Luffy."

As your friend flies back, you manage to latch onto the man, his head between your hands with just a mere few inches keeping his spinal cord intact.

His nails scratch the top of your hands, the adrenaline keeping you from feeling the pain.

You try to slip your feet underneath his armpits to pull his arms back and away from you.

"Stop it," Luffy mutters, still trying to get air into his lungs.

"Huh?"

"Let go of him."

"But he-"

"This is my fight."

You grumble under your breath as you push yourself off him and if your foot accidentally finds its way into his back, oh well.

The old man grumbles the pain.

You glare at his grandpa during their fight, never letting your tense posture go.

Sanji's hand hovers over your shoulder, he hesitates to give you some sort or comfort; his hand falls beside him as the orange haired girl takes a step-in front of you, preventing you from slipping past them.

"This was all a test?"

"Go. Arlong's pirates are still on the island."

You scoff. "Now you don't want to be a dick."

The chef coughs to hide his amusement.

"Shut up."

"You can't tell me what to do Roro Zoro."

"I told you not to call me that."

You stick your tongue out at him.

"Children, I'm dealing with children," Nami mutters.

Sanji shoves his hands into his pockets.

-

You sit across from the stove, observing the chef's knife skills.

"The harder you stare, the more likely he is to mess up," a deep voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Do you want to try and do it?" You ask, resting your hand on your knuckles.

"You can't match his skill."

"You are too kind, madame."

"It's true. I still don't even know how you can do this, and I've been watching you prepare the vegetables for a while." You steal a chopped veggie and snack on it when the rubber man bursts in, setting a piece of paper on the counter.

"You finally got your own poster."

"Yeah, no more piggybacking off you."

"WHAT?"

"Nothing, look at the amount of berry's your wanted for."

"I know."

"Everyone's going to be after you now," Zoro tells him.

"Every bounty hunter is going to be after all of us in the East Blue," Nami adds.

"Finally, a challenge."

The orange haired girl shakes her head at you.

"Then it's a good thing we're not staying in the East Blue," Luffy explains.

You clap once. "Finally, you make sense. Let's go."

"Yes!" Luffy raises his hand for a high five which you gladly give to him.

"Come on, people. We're settin' sail. Move it."

-

"Have you seen a barrel on deck?"

Your brows knit together. "Sanji, did you find a plant you shouldn't have?"

"No, I-" He chuckles, "no, no. I just- I have an idea." He calls for the others and everyone gathers around. He sets his foot on top of the barrel. "I am gonna find the all blue."

Next, naturally was your oldest friend, "I'm gonna become king of the pirates."

Zoro puts his foot up. "I'm gonna become the world's greatest swordsman."

And then, Nami. "I'm gonna draw a map of the world."

Followed by Usopp. He hesitates, unsure of what his promise should be. "I'm gonna be a brave warrior of the sea."

Now everyone's eyes fall on you. "Oh, it's my turn. Uh- I don't know what to say. I feel like I've gotten things I didn't know I needed."

"There has to be something," Luffy says.

You lift your leg, "I'm gonna promise never to forget who I am."

"That's too easy."

A faux chuckle escapes you. "It's easy to forget who you were and your code," you tell Luffy.

"Alright."

"I like it," Sanji says.

"Thank you. See I knew someone would." You stick your tongue out at the rubber man. "That's enough. I'm going back inside. I need a nap."

"I can get started preparing tonight's dinner." He basically skips after you.

"I hope they figure out whatever they have going on soon," Usopp shakes his head. "It's getting really..."

"Annoying," Zoro adds.

"It's not- it could be worse."

"How much worse than two people going around their feelings for one another." Nami raises a brow causing the storyteller to look away because he did the exact same thing with Kaya.

"That's not what we're talking about right now." The man pouts and walks inside, not wanting to be outed anymore.

"Has anyone else noticed how easily he follows her after she hugged him."

"Yeah," Luffy nods, agreeing with the storyteller. "Wait- what hug? They hugged and I missed it. Oh man."

Nami shakes her head, "is that what you're really focusing on right now?"

"Yes. I think he'd be good for her."

"You do?"

"Clearly he hit his head too hard during that fight with his grandpa," Zoro adds.

"We probably should've checked to see if he had a concussion before boarding," Nami says.

"Why are you guys talking like I'm not even here?"

The three shared a look and chuckled.

"C'mon, guys. Tell me, please?"

-

You wake up from your nap to the smell of well-cooked food. You're still pleased Sanji decided to join the crew, it was time there was someone (else) who could prepare a nicely cooked meal and not burn eggs or not know how to cut a vegetable.

You lean against the doorway, enjoying the pleasant aroma of food coming from a few feet away.

"You're awake."

You open your eyes, not realizing you closed them. "Yes, I was persuaded to get out of bed because of what you're cooking."

"Is that the only reason?" He teases.

"Ask me again after I've finished my meal."

"Will you have a different answer?"

"Maybe."

He glances up from the ingredients he's mixing as the corner of his lips tugs upwards.

"In the meantime, I'll be over here with my eyes closed."

"Napping again?"

"No, just resting my eyes."

"If that's what you say, then I believe you."

-

"Is anyone going to wake her up?" Luffy asks, munching on his meal.

"Why can't you do it?" Nami asks, "she's your friend."

"And?"

"What are you all babbling on about?"

"They're trying to wake her," Zoro uses his head to gesture to your sleeping figure.

"Are you all so scared to wake such," Sanji glances down at your relaxed face, "a beautiful creature?"

Usopp groans, taking another bite of his meal. "Do something already."

The chef places hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you until he finds himself staring at the ceiling, gasping to get the air back into his lungs.

Your face comes into view. "What were you doing?" You push yourself off him.

He groans when you pull him up.

"Waking you," he groans. "I see why no one wakes you now."

"I said, I was sorry," you mumble.

"And that's why we leave her alone," Zoro tells him.

"Shut up, make fun of Luffy or Usopp's love for food and Kaya."

"Woah, woah. Don't drag me into this. I did nothing." The storyteller raises his hands, dropping the meat he had in his hands.

"You all are going to get brought into this."

"I'm just gonna-" Usopp runs around to the other side of the counter.

You chase after him, he counters going around; eventually you stop following him and jump up on the counter and launch yourself in his direction. But are unable to catch- "You're such a bug. I am this close to squashing you under my foot."

"Your fingers are touching," Nami points out.

"Exactly, orangie," you smile at her. "Can you put me down now?"

"Are you going to continue acting like a child in my kitchen?"

"That depends on the bug."

"She's not, hold her so I can finish my-" Usopp yelps when you reach out for him.

"Stop trying to attack your fellow crew members." Luffy orders you, food flying out of his mouth.

"How did you ever deal with him?" Sanji mumbles, unable to keep himself away from you, "he has no manners."

"I don't know." You shrug, taking a bite of the dinner he prepared (as he stands beside you, leaning against the counter). You moan as the flavors hit your tongue. "Again, I'm very," you pat his arm unable to open your eyes due to the richness of the seasonings hitting your tongue. "Very happy you decided to come aboard."

He chuckles, not at all trying to hide that his cheeks are enflamed from anyone. "I am happy to hear that, mademoiselle. That is what every chef lives to hear."

"But you're not every chef."

Nami groans, closing her eyes at the sudden headache. "Can you two stop flirting for two seconds so we can eat in peace?"

You open your eyes and stare. "If you don't like it, then leave. We are enjoying ourselves and if you don't like it, then shut up."

"But-"

You stick your tongue out and shove another spoonful into your mouth. She sighs and doesn't say anything else. "That's what I thought."

"Could you say that again?" The blond asks, breaking the silence.

"Which part?"

"The part where you don't deny us flirting with one another."

"Oh, yeah." You don't know what else to do and use your spoon to move around the carrots on your plate, not entirely focused.

On the one hand this could be good, and you'd be able to confess. Although on the other hand, he could reject you and that can potentially lead to some awkwardness between you, him, and the rest of the crew. And in the case, he tells you he doesn’t feel the same, you will respect his wishes.

Is this a risk you're willing to take?

You take a deep breath. "I won't because it's true."

The others don't know what to do, this is not what they were expecting after they just started to return on their adventure for the grand line.

His breath hitches, "oh?"

You nod. "It's hard to deny the facts when they're right in front of you. Plus, these guys would make sure to do something about it at some point."

"What?"

"No," Usopp and Luffy scoff, as if they're offended.

"Okay, maybe but only because we know you two are good for each other," the rubber man argues.

"See," you use your utensil to point at the two. "They'd definitely be the first to try and plan something for us."

"Appreciate the thought boys, but I am capable of taking things into my own hands." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you outside.

-

"Are you sure it's safe to leave them alone? I think we should go back."

He tilts his head, the corner of his lips tugged upwards. "Are you, dare I ask, afraid to be alone with me?"

You scoff, "hardly."

"Then why don't you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"That you like me."

You roll your eyes, "you're crazy."

"Am I? Or is that maybe you don't want to admit it fully to yourself because you were perfectly fine admitting that we were flirting, so what makes this so different?"

"Okay, fine." You walk back and forth along the deck. "Maybe, I do."

"I'm going to need more than that."

You stomp your foot and speed walk to him. "I am not going to repeat myself for the sake of you just wanting me to repeat myself because-"

You barely have any time to acknowledge the kiss until his breath fans against your lips. "I figured I'd save you this time."

You frown. "This doesn't make up for when I saved you and Usopp at the Baratie."

He nods, "I know." He glances from one eye to the other, "this does." And he does it again.

You put a hand on his chest, pulling away this time. "We have an audience."

"What?"

"To your left."

He glances over at them and back at you, a hint of mischief twinkling. "Let's give them a show."

"Wha-"

He presses his hand against your back, cupping the base of your neck as he tips you down.

Usopp and Luffy cheer as Nami and Zoro give looks of disapproval (even though they're happy you two did something about your feelings).

"Okay, that's enough. We get it, you two are together and you knew we were here."

The blond pulls back and smirks down at your flushed face, winking when you catch his gaze. "We didn't know you were there, forgive us."

You owlishly blink, not at all focusing on everything going on around you. You return your attention onto him, feeling his thumb brushing against your side since your shirt had risen from his show.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, "I'm fine."

"Are you? I feel as though you are not. I shouldn't have done that, shouldn't I?" He shakes his head at his behavior. "I know, I know. I'm sorry but I- I was excited."

You gently remove his hand from you before stomping past Zoro (who puts his foot out to trip the chef).

"What? What did I do?"

You groan and spin around. "You make it so hard to be mad at you."

All the worry leaves his body. He happily chases after you. "What can I do to make it less hard on you? Not be as cute, perhaps."

Nami nods, "I'm gonna go puke now."

"Ah, come on. They're not that bad."

The echoes of Sanji's voice playing coy can be heard out onto the deck.

"It's cute," Luffy shrugs.

"They won't be as cute when he has to wake her up," Zoro adds.

"Oh, that's a good idea," Usopp nods. "Make him the target."

Nami covers her face with her hand. "You're an idiot."

"What?"

"Stupid says what," Zoro mumbles.

"What?"

"I rest my case," the orange haired girl adds.

Return to: Part I

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[undiscovered-horizon]

4 A.M. - Sanji x Reader

SUMMARY: Sanji's doing prep for the next day and you can't sleep which leads to a heartfelt and intimate encounter.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.5k

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It's around 4 A.M. when you get up from your hammock-turned-cot and decide to find something to do. Sleep clearly isn't coming. The past two hours of staring at the ceiling and swaying with the boat filled you with annoyance at your sudden case of insomnia.

Walking down the narrow corridor of the lower deck, you can hear the tiniest of creaks as the caravel floats along the waves. The night is so quiet, you can almost hear Luffy's snoring from his room. Usopp is mumbling in his sleep. Something about a pirate crew, carrots and onions. Nami and Zoro seem to be peaceful sleepers although with time you've learned that it's only a game of appearances - the thief and the hunter sleep with one eye open.

With each step, you can hear the repetitive sound more clearly. It's quick, separated by scraping.

The low light of the kitchen makes Sanji look almost inhuman, like the spirit of a chief cook who can't let go of the ship he had spent his entire life on. He's still in the same clothes, although the double-breasted jacket is nowhere in sight. The sleeves of his striped shirt are rolled halfway up his forearms. Where he's standing, the lonely lightbulb illuminates only half of his silhouette. The blond man toes the line of visibility as though he might disappear when you blink.

He looks almost divine.

"Can't sleep?" Sanji asks without looking away from the cutting board.

Only then, when he lets you know he's aware of your presence, do you realize you've been leaning against the doorframe and watching him for a good few minutes. Knowing Sanji, he won't think you odd but you're still a little flustered.

"Yeah. You?" you answer. In a few slow steps you're standing next to him, leaning your lower back against the kitchen counter.

For a moment, Sanji looks away from the cutting board and chopped carrots. His eyes stare into yours for a moment. It's nearly an inborn reflex that a wide smile curves his lips when he sees you.

"Not a fan of sleeping alone," he says and winks at you before going back to cutting vegetables.

The blush on your cheeks darkens a few shades (maybe he won't notice in the kitchen's twilight?). Truthfully, you have entertained that thought more than once and wondered whether similar fantasies kept him awake at night too. But you always dismissed them, thinking it wrong to have such intimate dreams regarding someone who might not even reciprocate your fondness. Sanji is, after all, a ladies' man - flowery words leave his mouth whenever a woman is around, no matter if she's taken or not interested.

Still, you believe there is something more between you and Sanji. Sometimes you think you've deluded yourself into believing this but it's moments like these, like the fond silence you're sharing now, that convince you it's not just your imagination:

Most of the time, the conversation between you and Sanji flows like a swift stream. But now, when the two of you are too tired to sleep, the silence is just as good. Even if you're not exchanging words and ambiguous comments, you feel understood. Like he knows you well enough to be able to guess what's on your mind. And you know what he might say in return, all the advice and wax poetic he revels in telling you. It's perfectly strange to converse with someone without saying a single word.

"Wanna see a trick?" you ask, breaking the silence.

Sanji is putting his chopped vegetables into large bowls. The movement of his hands is both careless and calculated as though he's letting his muscle memory take over the very last step of prepping ingredients for the next day's cooking. He's done this so many times, it's useless to think about the action too much.

"You trying to impress me, princess?" he asks in a low voice with a half-grin plastered on his face. The mischievous glint in his eye never quite seems to go away, especially when you're around.

"Nah," you answer, shaking your head, "just practising to show off in front of Zoro."

Sanji tries to pout but a genuine smile is tugging at the corners of his lips. "Cold."

Still, his eyes are glued to you. Though part of you is convinced it's not because you're about to show him a cheap fair trick. You take one of the teaspoons lying around and lift it in front of your face.

"You better not blink," you warn him.

He gives you a strange look.

"And lose precious few seconds of admiring you? Never."

Like most times, you're not sure how much of his sweet words you can believe.

With a quick move of wrists and fingers, you make the teaspoon disappear. After practising for a few days, the sleight of hand is almost flawless.

Sanji nods with appreciation.

“So you’re a magician, eh?” A low chuckle rumbles in his throat. “This explains how come you’ve bewitched me entirely.”

He leans on his arm against the edge of the counter. His head is slightly tilted as he's looking down at you. The lack of space between your bodies wouldn't raise an eyebrow in any other circumstances but now, when the night is dark and silent, the close proximity makes it hard to breathe. Your chests nervously rise and fall as you're breathing in each other's air.

“Truth be told," you begin in a slightly shaky voice, "I don’t know how to reverse the spell I put on you.”

But it seems as though Sanji has seen through your facade of humour and banter. The playful glint in his eyes mellows, becoming something more heartfelt. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you must remind yourself to breathe.

“I’m quite content doting on you for the rest of my life."

You clench your jaw and look away for a moment. Flirty banter with Sanji is meant to remain just that - half-hearted comments with no strings attached. The problem is that, against your better judgement, you've been letting his wax poetic weigh down heavy on you, savouring each compliment and ambiguous remark like a soft river wearing down an unmovable boulder over time.

“Sanji," you whisper, "you need to stop saying all those nice things.”

“Why?” His voice is just as breathy and quiet.

“Because I’m starting to believe you.”

Something about his expression changes. You can't quite put a finger on it but Sanji's face looks softer, almost somber. His shoulders become tense as he wipes his hands on the dishrag hanging over his shoulder and tosses it on the countertop.

"Would that be so terrible, love?" Sanji drones his words. Part of you is convinced that he already knows the answer. "To believe that my every thought belongs to you?" His eyelids flutter as his gaze falls to your lips. "That I would tear out my own heart and bring it to you in my teeth if you asked for it?"

The short silence feels unbearable. You can hear your own heart thundering in your chest, beating at your ribcage to finally be freed. To let it make the decision this time.

“Alright, you’ve done it," you whisper more to yourself than to him.

You can hear Sanji sharply inhaling when you grab the collar of his elegant shirt and pull him into a feverish kiss. He tastes like cigarettes and spearmint chewing gum. His shirt is imbued with the smell of cooking oil. All of those strong aromas you've learned to associate with comfort and security.

His lips move against yours with passion and desperation known only to those who made friends with longing. Sanji places his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. If he could pull you just a little more, merge the two of you into one union, he wouldn't have to go a second without you.

Then, Sanji pulls just an inch away. His hot, heavy breath brushes against your cheeks. Swollen, red lips look even more enticing than they did before.

"Are you really going to woo Zoro with a magic trick?" he asks, somewhat tense.

Your laughter brightens up the dead of night. Sanji feels like his chest is about to burst open with flowers blooming inside his ribcage where his heart should be. And it would have been if he hadn't given it to you the moment you met.

"Just shut up."

Shaking your head, you kiss him again. Still holding you close, Sanji pushes you against the kitchen counter. One of his hands leaves your waist only to rest against the side of your head to deepen the kiss.

It's around 4 A.M. when you wonder whether being in love is like having a song stuck in your head. Or like an echo that forever repeats a single name.

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[cow-smells]

Perv! Sanji hc's

Word count: 710

Warnings: sanji being a major creep, dubcon, drunk reader, im not great at warnings so just know this has dark themes and if that's not your jive, its best to skip this one

A/n: honestly and seriously, im embarrassed to have written this. the character of sanji and actor taz live rent free in my head. it is an issue. i will be seeking council

He doesn’t become obsessed with you immediately after you join the crew. He’s after you the same way he is after any other woman, but the more he gets to know you, the less interested he is in other women until eventually, you’re the only one he sees.

And when I say obsessed, I mean the man is OBSESSED.

You could do no wrong in Sanji’s eyes. Every little thing you’d do, he’d fawn over and praise you for

It certainly didn’t hurt that you were receptive to his wandering hands when he would praise you

He took it upon himself to teach you to cook. Whenever you’d manage to improve your skills or make something tasty, Sanji would pick you up in an excited hug, he was so happy you were learning from him

And when he’d put you down from said hug, his hands always somehow found themselves on your bottom, squeezing, pushing you against him

The kitchen was his favourite place to be with you

There was a lot less space to move around than there was in the kitchen at the baratie, but Sanji didn’t mind; it just gave him a reason to have his hands on your waist anytime he needed to move you around – he loved how easy it was for him to control you like that

And whenever he needed something from a shelf above the counter where you stood, it was an excuse to cage you in, grinding his groin over your bum

Sometimes he’d use the fact he knew you were busy in the kitchen or someplace else on ship to allow himself in to your room

He’d smell your sheets, imagining waking up in them with you

Ruining them with you

He’d never leave your room without a souvenir

His favourite? Your used panties

He’d settle for a washed pair if you didn’t have any used ones but he just loves them used

It’s the closest to your cunt he could get right now

Sanji would spend those nights jerking off with your panties in hand, cumming in to them, thinking about you wearing them after

He once heard you whisper to Nami that you kept losing your underwear. Nami threw a glance at Sanji’s direction, but didn’t voice her suspicions

So Sanji learned to wash them and put them back, and it was actually nicer than keeping them. He liked thinking that you indirectly had his cum on your cunt

Any time Sanji would see you having any type of positive interaction with Zoro, the jealousy would send him up the wall

His frustrations would manifest themselves in extra-intense fighting with Zoro and being a lot less subtle with his perving on you

After he’d have a fight with zoro, he’d go to you for comfort

He liked to hug you from behind, acting upset and in need of your care, but really he just liked how you’d let his hands wander to your breasts

If he felt really bold, he’d let his hands snake under your shirt or your skirt

If you’d try to push him away he’d play up how distressed he was about whatever happened, he knew you have a soft spot for him, that’s why he loves you

He knew what your favourite dessert is and he loves making it for you. He may or may not have cum in the frosting.

He makes you cocktails all the time. He tries to get you inebriated because then you’re much more receptive of him sneaking his way in to your bed.

He knew you wanted him when you were sober, too, you were just shy and needed to be pushed in the right direction

He loves it when you’re drunk – he can kiss you all over, touch you all over, mark you up as his (which was partly for himself, and partly so zoro would finally take the hint)

And being drunk made you so cuddly. Sure, he was hot for you, but he really did love you and just loved having you wrapped around him

#sanji x reader #opla!sanji x reader #opla!sanji smut #opla!sanji fanfic #sanji smut #sanji fanfic #one piece sanji fanfic #one piece sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji fanfic #vinsmoke sanji x reader

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Vacation: Part Three

PART ONE PART TWO

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Semi-Exhibitionist(under the table deal), Light Fingering, Sex

Word Count ::  3,469

Summary :: Sanji is finally reunited with you

A/N :: A more perverted pathetic Sanji because GODDAMN. That is all and I am sorry if this feels a bit rushed- Thank you all for your support!

“Sanji?” You asked quietly, almost afraid that if you spoke louder, you’d be waking up from some sort of hyper-realistic dream.

His stunned expression quickly shifted into a joyous smile. He ran up to you, scooping you up in his arms and twirling the two of you in the air.

“(Y/N)! I missed you so much!" He cried out. "Your beautiful voice! Your perfect smile! The way your nose scrunches up when I say something annoying! I've missed it all!" He put you down but kept his hands on your arms. "Especially the way your boo-"

WHAMP! A wooden staff came slamming down on his head, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Sanji, how many times have Robin and I told you to quit going around harassing women!" A redhead lady showed up behind him, followed by a black-haired one and a green-haired man. She gave you an apologetic smile as the man stepped forward to pick Sanji up. "I'm sorry about him, miss. He's a flirt and can get carried away when he sees a pretty lady sometimes."

You laughed awkwardly, cheeks flaring up due to memories from the past. "Oh trust me, I know how heart-eyed he can get."

The women each raised their brows, surprised by your comment. The man didn't seem to care, instead being preoccupied by holding Sanji back. He was holding him with one arm and covering his mouth with the other, his voice being muffled by his friend. Sanji was clearly upset; he couldn't explain that you weren't a random stranger he decided to hit on.

"Do you know each other?" The dark-haired woman asked.

You nodded, eyes moving past them and over to the blond. "We know each other quite well actually. I guess you could call us special friends."

The man released him. He walked back up to you, muttering under his breath about how the green man smelled. 

His mood seemed to pick up once his focus was back on you. He reached a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers grazing past your cheeks. He didn't pull his hand away after resting it on your shoulder. He couldn't say it at the moment with his friends around, but he missed how you felt in his hold.

"How are you, darling?" He asked in his usual charming voice.

You smiled warmly up at him. “Happy to see you’ve made yourself some new friends.”

“They’re my crewmates. Don’t get too scared now, but,” He leaned down close to your ear, “I’m a pirate.”

His hot breath hitting your ear sent a familiar tingle down your spine and your fading blush intensified.

He backed away, quickly introducing you to the three before you, all the while rubbing a small circle into your shoulder with his thumb. Nami, the redhead, was their navigator, Robin, the tallest, was their archeologist, and Zoro, the greenhead, was their first mate. Sanji, naturally, was the crew’s cook. They had ported into town for a quick stay, leaving the day after tomorrow.

“So, do you think I could stay at your place tonight?” The question was so sudden, you almost didn’t know how to answer in front of his friends.

“Oh, erm, I wouldn’t mind it. I’ll need to get a few more ingredients then to make sure I have enough for both of us,” You mumbled, attention finally returning to the vegetables you had come to purchase.

“Sanji, it’s rude to suddenly ask someone if you can stay with them, especially if you didn’t give them a heads-up in advance,” Nami scolded.

“I don’t mind!” You were quick to defend him. “It’s no trouble at all, especially since we have so much to catch up on. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having you three over for dinner as well.”

“Really?” All four of the pirates asked in sync.

Sanji seemed to be a bit annoyed, while the other three were genuinely surprised by your hospitality. You reassured the lot that it was fine, especially since you could easily get all the extra ingredients you needed since you were already in the market. Zoro was the only one to decline the offer and instead offered to break the news to their captain that Sanji wouldn’t be cooking dinner for them tonight, so they'd have to find someplace to grab grub.

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On the walk back to your home with Sanji and the other ladies, you started a small conversation with Robin and Nami.

“So, (Y/N), what do you do for work?” Robin asked.

“I work for Greylock Trading, a merchant company.”

“I’ve heard of Greylock Trading when I was a kid,” Nami said. “They used to come by my hometown to buy tangerines.”

You nodded. “That was in the early days. Greylock started with basic produce eventually moving up to luxury goods like fine silks or rare paints.”

“You must get to see a lot of interesting places working for such an impressive merchant.”

“I did.” Your smile fell a bit at Robin’s comment. “Long story short, a few years ago, Greylock fell ill and the captain of his ship retired so he could take care of him. Ever since, we’ve downsized considerably and just work from here.”

You could feel Sanji’s hand squeeze yours. “Is that why you never came back to Baratie?” 

“Yes. Greylock asked me to stay and help him restructure the business. He and Captain Tommy are father figures to me, so it was near impossible for me to decline, despite how much it saddened me to stop traveling. Now that everything’s settled with the business though I’ve found myself feeling a bit melancholy as of late.”

Greylock and Captain Tommy had tried to convince you to join a different crew so you could travel once more, but you refused. You didn’t want to leave them behind to join a brand new crew full of strangers. It didn’t feel right to you.

“All she ever talked about when we were together was traveling and all the different places she had been to and all the different places she was excited to see,” Sanji explained to his friends. Quickly, he then whispered to you, “At least, that’s when you weren’t a babbling mess.”

You quickly hit his shoulder, embarrassed that he’d make such a comment in front of others.

His teasing behavior didn’t end there.

When you got back to your place, he helped you in the kitchen while the girls made themselves comfortable in your living room. Your kitchen was small, but one would think it was cramped with how Sanji was acting. Whenever you were trying to grab something from one of the cabinets, he’d come up from behind you conveniently also needing to grab something. His body would push against yours, trapping you against the counter with one hand fondling your breast. A scheme so he could grind against your ass for a moment.

When you were chopping up some lettuce, he came up from behind you and placed his hands on top of yours to help you “properly” chop the lettuce. He would lower his head down to your neck, claiming it was easier for him to see if he rested his head there. A ploy so he could kiss your neck.

It didn’t end in the kitchen.

Once dinner was served, you sat next to Sanji and Robin sat with Nami opposite you two. The three of them started to enthrall you with tales of their adventures on the sea, making you a bit envious of their wayfaring.

You didn’t have much time to feel sorry for yourself though, as midway through dinner, Sanji’s hand fell under the table and began petting up and down your thigh. At first, you decided to act normal and ignore it. You two were at a table in front of his friends, there’s no way he would be dumb-

“Hmph-!” Your body tensed, feeling his hand slide up your skirt and in between your thighs.

You clamped your thighs together hoping to halt him in his tracks. Your head snapped to him, but he remained unfazed, acting as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately for you, he was able to wriggle his hand just enough to get closer to your panties. He pushed his finger against you, pushing your underwear to the side to stroke your growing wet folds. After that, he stuck one long finger in, pumping slowly with just one finger.

You gulped, biting the inside of your bottom lip, hoping to stay silent. You’d be mortified if Robin and Nami found out what you two were doing right now.

Sanji didn’t do much else after he started fingering you. He continued that slow pumping pace, not doing too much so you could act normal and giving you just enough to be excited for when dinner ended. He only pulled because you started to clean up the table while they were still around.

Eventually, it was time for you to say goodbye to your two guests.

“It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“Same here, Robin. I’m glad you two enjoyed the meal.”

“It was delicious, thank you so much for having us.”

“And if Sanji gives you any trouble, just come and find us. We know how he can get.”

You chuckled, walking the two towards the door. “No worries, Nami. I know how to deal with him too. Have a nice night!”

“Bye!”

Almost the second the door shut and you two were alone, Sanji shoved his tongue in your mouth and wrapped his arms around you. His hands roamed your body, jumping from caressing your thighs to your ass to your breasts. He was so needy.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, but you couldn't break away. He was refusing to let you go. His kiss was so messy and rough, that you were sure your lips would be puffy by the time he pulled away.

His hand that was fondling your breast pulled away, hurriedly working on removing your blouse, something he had to stop the kiss for. Your head was dizzy with how he had rushed you, you almost didn't pick up on how eager he was to see your bare chest. His eyes lit up once your bra was removed.

"God, I've missed your boobs."

He reached down past your skirt to grab onto the back of your thighs and they hooked around him instinctually. He carried you over to the table you two had just been having dinner at and placed you down. His face fell straight into your chest, kissing and nipping your flesh. His hands latched onto your nipples to start pinching and rolling the buds in his fingers.

His crotch was directly against yours, allowing you to feel his erection growing. You started to move your hips against his, remembering the tingling pleasure he always gave you. He was eager as well, as he started to grind into you.

"Sanji," You moaned softly, hand reaching out to tug his hair.

He groaned at the action, and the speed of his hips picked up creating more friction. He removed a hand from your breast, reaching around to squeeze your ass and pull your body closer to his.

You were about to beg him to start fucking you, needing more than this to push you to cum, until you noticed the expression on his face. His eyes were tightly shut and he was biting his bottom lip. He was desperate to cum, now.

You had never seen him so worked up before, it turned you on, even more, to know he was being like this for you. If there wasn't a wet patch on his pants before due to your soaked panties, there certainly was one now.

"Fuuuck," He said, a mix between a whine and a moan.

So entranced by the sight before you, you decided to let him finish like this, already coming up with a plan for the aftermath. A bit of revenge for how he acted during the meal if you will.

His speed was getting faster, and his hold on your ass and tit tighter. "I just- I need-" He was struggling with his words, clearly lost in his head.

"Are you close to cumming for me, Sanji?" You asked in a teasing tone.

He completely froze, his face turning red with embarrassment for the first time since you met him all those years ago.

"(Y-Y/N)- I didn't mean to-" He struggled, stammering out a sentence, but his words were silenced when you slid your hands down his pants and cupped his length in your hand.

You could feel him throbbing in your palm, he was so close that he was already twitching in your hand. "It's okay, Sanji. I'll let you finish, but then we play my way. Okay?"

You squeezed your hand around his dick at the end, earning a small shaky breath. After he quickly agreed, you pulled your hand out of his pants, allowing him to continue grinding on you.

You pushed your breasts together for him, to which he happily planted his face in between.

He bit down roughly on your right tit when he finally started to cum in his pants, his hips jerking against your wet clothed cunt. When his peak ended, he raised his head from your breasts, trying to steady his breathing.

You hopped off of the table, grabbed his hand, and led him to your bedroom. "You know, I always remember you making fun of me for being so needy all the time. I guess the tables have turned now, huh?"

"It's… it's been a while okay?"

"I can tell," You said while pushing him down on your bed.

You pulled down your underwear before lifting your skirt to reveal your exposed wet pussy before moving to straddle him. You worked on unclothing him, carefully undoing each button on his shirt while rolling your crotch against his. In no time, you could feel him hardening up again.

Once you got his shirt off, leaving on his tie, you repositioned yourself to sit right below the hem of his pants. You zipped his pants open and pulled them down, along with his underwear, springing free his messy cock. It was smeared in sperm from before, already lubed up when you wrapped a hand around it.

You scooted closer so you were able to bring his tip to your entrance. You moved it up and down your slick folds, humming at the feeling, already ready to be filled up. But you had to be strong, remembering how you wanted to get payback.

He jerked his hips in your hands. "Love, I'm begging you. You've already made me wait such a long time."

You put your hands on his chest, raising your hips so your entrance was right above him. "I said I was sorry." You began to move your wet cunt against his length, not allowing the sweet tightness he desired. "Don't you forgive me, Sanji?"

He let out a shaky moan, feeling your slick folds slide up and down his length. His tip was so close to entering each time you went up his dick, only for you to slowly slide back down.

His hands went up to cup your face, thumbs tracing against your cheeks. He pressed a long deep kiss onto you. It was so unlike the kiss from before, with there being a slow passion to it, he was able to distract you.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling him push his cock into you. He pulled away with a devilish smirk, continuing to push until he was all the way in you. You started to whimper, it had been such a long time since anyone filled you up.

"I do, darling. And that's why I'm so happy you're not going to get upset with me for breaking our little agreement." He pulled out a bit before thrusting up into you, earning a moan.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him so your chest was flush against his. He continued to thrust into you. He had quickly developed a pattern, he did a few shallow thrusts, not pulling out very much, before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving only his tip in you, then rammed himself back in only to repeat the process.

Each time he pulled out more, he hit hard, and with each thrust your moaning got louder and louder. His moaning grew in volume as well, as your walls tightened with each deep thrust.

This feeling was getting him close, along with watching you on top of him. Since you were flat against him, he could feel your breasts bouncing up and down on him with the thrusts. His favorite part about this though, was that your face was clear for him to see. Your half-lidded eyes, the small 'o' shape your mouth was in got bigger each time you moaned loudly.

Eventually, your entire body tightened and you began to spasm. Your walls clenched, finally hitting your high. Sanji wasn’t far behind, as seconds after you came you could feel his cock twitching inside of you and hot spurts of cum poured into you.

“I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” Sanji breathed out.

“Why?” You asked in between pants.

“Because,” He pulled out of you, beginning to reposition you two, “I don’t plan on stopping until you’re exhausted.”

Your palms fell flat against your bed as you found yourself on all fours now. His hands went down to hold your ass, his now hard again dick ramming into you from behind. He was much rougher this time with his thrusting, and his hold on you was tight so you couldn’t pull away.

At this faster pace of his, it didn’t take long until your arms gave out and your top half fell against the bed. You bounced your ass in the air with him, hoping he’d hit deeper with each thrust. So fixated on cumming again, you didn’t notice how his grip had loosened and that he had slowed down again.

“There’s my good girl,” He moaned. “So desperate to cum around my cock.”

-

Your eyes fluttered open, feeling a pair of arms wrapped around you along with a leg thrown over yours. Your vision began to clear and you saw a blond sleeping in your bed. The events of the night before began to play in your head, reminding yourself why your body was so sore.

“Hm… I guess you were telling the truth when you said I’d pass out.”

“Of course I was. I’d never lie to you, love,” His eyes opened.

You narrowed your eyes. “How long have you been up?”

He shrugged. “A while.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I made you do a lot last night. Plus, I enjoyed how peaceful you looked when you were asleep. I was trying to save it in my memory in case…” His voice trailed off, afraid to finish his sentence.

“In case what?”

“In case… you said no to being a pirate with me.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He sat up, and you followed. “I want you to join the Straw Hat Pirates. It’s a really friendly crew, aside from Zoro. Everyone’s nice, aside from Zoro. You’ve already met three of them, and got along great with them, aside from Zoro, but he’s just a grump. And I’m sure Luffy would be fine with it.”

“Who’s Luffy again?”

“He’s the captain. He’s a good kid, and he could use a negotiator.”

You fell silent, contemplating his offer for a bit longer than he’d like.

“Alright, I’ll join.”

Sanji continued to plead with you to join, having not fully processed your answer. “Please, (Y/N). You’ll get to travel again, and sure, we’ll have to deal with occasional bad- Excuse me?”

“I said, I’ll join. I’ve already helped out Greylock and there’s not much left for me here anyway. What I want is to travel on the sea again, going to new distant lands with you.”

“(Y/N)...”

You grabbed his hand, smiling happily up at him, knowing you’d be starting a brand new chapter in your life. Unlike all the other ship crews that had offered you a spot amongst them, you didn’t feel like you would fit in. Joining The Straw Hats felt right somehow, especially since someone you were close with was already a part of the crew.

The sweet moment you two shared ended shortly, as in your peripheral line of sight, you saw a tent rising in the sheets.

“Really?” You asked, throwing the blanket up to expose his erection.

“You’re just so cute when you’re sincere!”

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[roronoagem]

You asked for some one piece requests and I have one, reader who gets really energetic the less sleep they get, until the afternoon where they just, crash. Maybe how the monster trio reacts to it?

I deal with insomnia and I’ve noticed I get kinda manic and really energetic the less sleep I’ve had, but I often crash in afternoon, just after lunch commonly.

characters: monster trio

content warning: gn!reader (they/them), mention of insomnia, general fluff i think? not proofread.

a/n: sorry it’s taking me so long to answer to y’all 😭 and i also apologise because it’s something really short ugh. i kinda get what you mean, because it happens to me too. i hope what i’ve written makes sense lskskd. thank you for the req & have a good day !! <3

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘.

he likes seeing you being super energetic, not gonna lie. he’s hyperactive after all, lol.

but luffy quickly notices that the less sleep you get the more you have energy, for some unknown reason.

i think that luffy probably doesn’t look at it too closely because after his burst of energy he falls asleep too with you so it’s like “oh, me and [y/n] have this thing in common! shishishi!”

when he [senses] you’re gonna crash, he uses his hands to guide your body down and help you get comfortable for sleep.

would offer to sleep with you at night if that might help with your insomnia, by the way.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎.

as someone who sleeps whenever he has time, you seem complete opposites.

zoro used to be a little worried in the beginning, since you rushed around the place full of energy and then after a moment you just fell asleep, even on the floor.

he thought you were feeling sick or something worse, but then got used to you randomly crash, that’s why he makes sure to be nearby when it happens.

he notices you crash around the same time of the day, so he just casually happens to do his stuff close to you when it’s time so he’s there to catch you and make sure you get your dose of sleep.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈.

he would try any kind of tea, chamomile, etc. to help you sleep at night ngl. surprise surprise, they don’t work much.

at first sanji was worried because you were supposed to run low on energy, not be manic and energetic like that.

when he gets used to it, he too would be nearby when it’s almost time for you to finally sit down and get some dose of sleep.

i think he would make sure you’re resting in a quiet place on the sunny, that way you won’t wake up too soon or abruptly, he wraps a blanket around you, and stuff like.

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[staratie]

at it again

sfw-ish, suggestive themes wc: 316 summary: why is luffy always interrupting things?

“Finally! Some time alone.” You said happily.

“Yes, it’s about time.” Sanji agreed. “Just you and me.” He added, giving you the look. The one you knew all too well. You giggled when he picked you up and pressed you against the kitchen wall. “Shall we?” He whispered in your ear as he slipped his hand under your shirt. You nodded your head as you two exchanged deep, heated gazes.

Sanji wasn’t one to go against his word, especially when it came to you. He pressed his body closer to yours and gently kissed the side of your face, slowly sucking on your skin.

“Mmmm I missed this.” You mumbled.

He started getting handsy by slowly putting the rim of your pants down with his fingers and pinning you against the wall with his other hand. Sanji wanted to make sure you were in the right position for him to start pleasuring you. As you reached for him, you two heard Luffy on the deck.

“Sanji! Where are you? I need to ask you something.”

Sanji continued his action, ignoring the captain.

“Saaaaanji!” Luffy sang out his name.

“Good God,” the cook muttered angerily. Both of you looked at each other, him frustrated while you were amused. “How in the world is this funny?” He let go of you and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It's as if he knows without knowing.” You laughed. Sanji rolled his eyes. “Are you going to keep ignoring your captain?”

Sighing, he shook his head. “After I see what he wants, I am going to have another chat with him...this is the fourth time this week.”

“Good luck!” You called out as he walked up the stairs.

“I don't need it.” Your pirate replied confidently. “I’ll make sure he understands.” He winked at you and promised that Luffy will leave you and Sanji alone in the kitchen after dinner.

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[latanyalove]

When He's Sick

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Sanji woke up with a pounding headache and blurry vision. He struggled to open his eyes, but he managed to sit up. Despite the discomfort, he knew that he had to make breakfast for his crewmates. Stumbling out of bed, Sanji made his way to the door, grasping for the handle.

Just as he was about to open it, he heard a startled yelp from the other side. Zaza jumped at the door the moment it opened.

"Oh Zaza love, what are you doing here?" Sanji said as happy as possible, even though he felt sick.

"I'm here to check on you! You didn't look too good when I saw you last night, so I wanted to make sure you were okay today," Zaza said, a hint of concern in her voice.

Startled, Sanji reflexively lied, saying, "Yeah, I'm okay. I have to go make breakfast-" However, Zaza was having none of it.

"No, Sanji. I already made breakfast."

Sanji's eyes widened in surprise.

Sanji felt a warmth spreading in his chest - a feeling of happiness, relief, and something he never felt for anyone else - love.

He had never felt such a strong emotion for Nami or Robin, two of his closest crewmates. Even though he was always protective of them, this feeling he felt for Zaza was different.

It was a feeling that he had never felt before.

"Now it's off to bed for you," Zaza said, pushing him inside the room and the door closed behind them.

Sanji was exhausted but he couldn't help but smile. He had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, Zara was about to leave when Sanji grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

Sanji's heart raced as he felt Zaza's body collapse onto his lap. He felt a sudden thrill, along with the fear of what Zaza would think of this sudden gesture.

He felt a strange mix of emotions, but the one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to stay with her in that moment.

She gasped as she sat on his lap, her heart racing as she felt his strong arms naturally wrap around her. She had never felt this way before, and it both scared and excited her. She looked up at Sanji, her eyes wide with surprise and uncertainty.

She could feel her heart racing as she looked into his deep blue eyes, and for a moment she felt like she was lost in his gaze. She was about to say something, but the words caught in her throat.

She could feel her cheeks flush as she looked away, embarrassed and confused. "I'm sorry, I must have tripped," She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sanji didn't respond to her, but his eyes spoke volumes, filled with a desire that was unlike anything he had ever felt for anyone else. His gaze seemed to be asking her a question - a question that she couldn't answer, but one that she wanted to say yes to.

She felt drawn to him in a way she had never experienced before, and she felt herself leaning in closer to him.

Sanji then effortlessly slid his hands to cup her cheeks, gently caressing them as she looked up at him. His touch was gentle and warm, sending a thrill through her body.

She felt her body instinctively drawn to him, wanting to stay in his embrace forever. She savored the warmth of his embrace, feeling safe and secure in the moment.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt her body yearning to stay in his embrace. She felt like she was in a dream, and she never wanted it to end.

Sanji looked down at her, his eyes searching hers for an answer. He slowly brought his face closer to hers, and whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Please say yes, he repeated in his head.

He wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against his, to experience the kind of passion and love that seemed to come so easily to other couples.

He wanted to know what it felt like to be truly in love.

Zaza felt her heart pounding in her chest as she looked into Sanji's eyes. She felt like she was in a trance, and his touch made her feel alive in ways she had never experienced before. She couldn't deny the feelings that were bubbling up inside her, and as she looked into his eyes, she knew that there was no other answer she could give except, "Yes."

As soon as that word left her lips, Sanji didn't hesitate any longer. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, feeling a wave of emotions that he had never felt before. He could feel her warmth and softness, and the kiss felt as if it was going to last forever.

Zaza felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest as Sanji's lips met hers. She had never felt this kind of passion before, and it felt like nothing else mattered in that moment.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and Sanji felt his heart skip a beat from her touch. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. She felt his warmth and strength envelop her, and as their lips moved in perfect harmony, she felt herself getting lost in the moment.

Sanji felt her body mold against his and he felt a wave of emotions pass through him. This was the kind of love he had been yearning for, and he never wanted it to end.

When they finally parted, they were both left breathless, their heartbeats pounding in their chests. They stared into each other's eyes, both of them filled with a sense of wonder and amazement. They had just experienced something that was truly beautiful and life-changing, and they both knew that this moment was something they would never forget.

Sanji muttered, pressing his forehead against hers. "You won't regret this, I promise."

"I don't think I could ever regret us being together." Zaza replied.

A dreamy smile spread across Sanji's face. "I'm so glad to hear that. You make my heart skip a beat."

Zaza said to him. "You make mine too, my love."

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[honeyoru]

When the Stars Rise Chap. 1

Roronoa Zoro x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader & Vinsmoke Sanji x Female! Devil fruit user! Princess! Reader (we've got a love triangle ow ow)

Warnings: none for this chapter

Series Masterlist

A/N: And into the rabbit hole we go, thanks for reading!

The gold-plated pocket watch ticked aimlessly, mocking you. 

Sighing, you placed it back inside your coat and lazily held a bottle of rum, refraining from bouncing your leg at your secluded table in the back of the Kingdom’s biggest tavern. It was a rowdy establishment, full of laughter and comradery amongst both citizens and visitors alike. 

You adjusted the hood on your head again, grateful it hid your face in the dimly lit space. However, it did little to quell your nerves that someone would recognize you. Visiting crowded places when you had such a high-stakes mission made you nervous, especially in such a popular spot like this one. 

Any local would know who you were instantly.

Your eyes were fixated on a rather tall guy who just screamed pirate. He stood at the bar, loudly sharing stories with a group of older, weathered-looking men. They weren’t subtle with their irritation, taking long pulls of rum in between eye rolls as he regaled them about the time he had fought a Devil Fruit user and lived. 

Moonbeam Kingdom had seas on all sides, open for passing ships to stop for supplies or to take an extended vacation; the tropical landscape and friendly people made for an excellent place to rest. 

It was monitored by visiting Marines only occasionally due to their deal with the King, making it a prime stopping point for pirates as well. 

Taking a long pull from your bottle, you nonchalantly looked around the raucous room, recognizing several pirates from their wanted papers that were plastered on the Marine-mandatory bulletin outside. Not that anyone paid attention to it, of course. 

You squinted at the man again, recalling the exact words your father had used to describe him.

Tall. Check.

Blue hair. You could see the slight shimmer of the hue reflecting off of the lanterns on the bar.  

A large tattoo on the right arm; a hissing black cat. Bared teeth peeked out from his tattered shirt. Bingo.

He was leaning towards the bartender, a withered old lady you’d known your entire life, bragging about his most recent conquest. The low light of the tavern made it hard to be certain, but she spared a glance to you in between polishing glasses, offering a sly nod to you that he was, indeed, the one who you had been waiting for. The hard set of her jaw made it clear what she thought of the story he was telling. 

You allowed the hint of a smile to grace your face, raising your bottle to finish the drink. 

“You want me to bring him back here…alive?” you had asked in disbelief when your father first told you of your mission over breakfast.  “He’s just a low-level pirate. Why bother?” 

“He is not welcome in this kingdom,” your father spat. It wasn’t often a person like him caught his attention, let alone someone that far down in the ranks of a pirate crew. “I’ve received word that the Black Cat Pirates attacked someone very dear to your mother.”

You raised your eyebrows.  Not many people alive were left whom she cared for, only your family and what remained of hers back in her home village. And considering you hadn’t heard of any Black Cat Pirates arriving in Moonbeam before now…  “Not in the kingdom, then?” 

“No,” a spoon smacked against the table, his hand curling into a fist. “They visited the Gecko Islands.”

An exhale was all you could reply, knowing it was a sore spot. You hadn’t heard anything about them in years since her sister had passed.

“He’s been bragging about killing a girl,” your father continued with a growl, making your heart lurch. There was only one person who that could be. “Saying his crew could do it here too, if they wanted.” 

All at once your eyes darkened. “I’m surprised he hasn’t already been killed, then.” Moonbeam might be known for its peaceful citizens, but no one who made threats like that left the kingdom alive. 

“I know.” He looked up from the table, taking a careful bite of his oats. The smile he wore made a shiver go down your spine. “Aren’t we lucky?” 

You knew how deeply your father’s devotion to your mother ran. He would burn entire kingdoms to the ground if she asked for it. 

If it weren’t for what he just said, you would’ve pitied the night the pirate was about to have. 

“Make sure you keep that mask on this time,” he nagged in an almost affectionate tone. “And your gloves. Calcifer tells me the Marines are scrambling to put a bounty on your head ever since that lovely little meeting you had with those officers last week,” he gave you a sharp glance. “Luckily, they were too drunk to remember what you looked like,” you rolled your eyes. “Or what you did.”

You scoffed, fingers twitching at the memory. “I should’ve just killed them.”

He waved you off. “Too many Marines, it would have been suspicious.” Another look was thrown your way as you stood up to leave. “Keep everything on,” he added. “We don’t need anyone recognizing you.”

Your exit was deterred by a final call of your name. “Do try your best not to break any nails when retrieving him,” he drawled with a smirk. “Your sister’s ball is tomorrow. I’d like there to be no inquiries on what the oldest princess of Moonbeam does in her free time if I can help it.”

You set the bottle back on the table, tugging the mask down and making your way towards the bar with a stifled groan, hoping you’d at least be able to sleep in tomorrow.

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[poopersdoopers]

Yeah? Yeah.

A little something with plus sized fem reader x Sanji. He loves you and you love him. nsfw things happen.

Fluffy, smutty smut. Don't like don't read. Can't be bothered to proof read.

Sometimes, you couldn’t believe that such a prince fell for you of all people. Even as you sat on top of him and covered in his strong arms.

The warmth emanating from his large tanned chest could never lie to you. Proof of his affection thumping in his heartbeat. You sighed to the song, smiling to yourself:  you were the only woman to get to know him this intimately. You were his and he was yours. 

The cook’s long, thick fingers cupped at the back of your head, smoothing over your curls gently. 

“I’ve been waiting for you all day long”, he murmured into your hair before placing a gentle kiss at the top of it. The rumble of his words spread across your body, letting  a familiar warmth spread across your body. You smiled wider, “I missed you too”, you crook your face up to look at the blonde.

He was beaming –ethereal— and you almost couldn’t take it, blue-gray eyes shining in a devotion that you still weren’t sure you deserved. You smoothed his bangs out of his face, to really look at him. 

“You’re wonderful, you know Sanji?”

The blonde man blushed slightly, not fully used to your compliments. You nuzzled into his neck, feeling his stubble tickle against your face. 

“You’re perfect.”

Now it was your time to blush. You wanted to believe his words but you decided that trusting his actions would do well enough. Maybe one day you could rewire each others’ brains. Maybe one day you both could rewrite the past. But for now you’d always have each others open arms. 

“Stop hiding and look at me,” Sanji commanded gently. You bite your lip and sit up taller in his lap. He grabbed your chin, thumb pressed against your bottom lip. Your teeth bit down harder in anticipation. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” His eyes darkened slightly, “Yeah?” 

Suddenly you were shivering under his unrelenting gaze. 

“Yeah”, you answered. 

“Yeah.” He licked his pink lips, before leaning in and finally capturing yours. His thinner lips drank in your needy sighs, tongue licking at the spot you bit before. 

The cook’s hands traced along your neck before rubbing circles at the crock. You gasped, giving his pink lips more access to your mouth. 

You melted into the touch you always trusted. Long fingers, smoothing down your shoulders and arms, as his tongue lightly glides along the tops of your teeth and into your mouth. Your plush lips tingling at the sensation, as you moan.

He pulls back, alarming you, “ Just let me take care of you, like I’ve been imaging all day. Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you replied, slightly dazed by the cook’s ministrations. But as always, he would keep you tethered to him in your arms. The blonde’s hands took yours and moved them to wrap around his neck again. 

“Yeah”, he breathes out, “and if you don’t like anything ?”

“I promise I’ll let you know.”

“Good girl”, he smiles again, blue-gray eyes never leaving your brown. How he managed to look so pretty while he pulled you apart — you would never know.

Feeling a little braver, you pecked him on the lips. This earns a kiss back and soon you two are back to getting lost in each other’s arms.

A calloused hand travels down to where your shirt meets your ass, rubbing circles onto the large flesh. Your arms tighten its grip around your lover’s neck, back arching into the soft touch.

“Is this okay?” You were mush.

“Yeah! Keep going.” You gave him no time to second-guess.

He grabbed at your fleshy mound. You gasped.

His thick fingers dug a little harder, before spreading the two mounds. 

“Fuck baby, I love your ass. I can’t believe I am the only one who gets to play with it.” 

He smacks your ass lightly, watching the flesh bounce to his delight. 

You could feel his hard on growing against your front. You felt yourself clench against nothing.

“M-more”, you demand.

Instead of going where you needed him most, his hands flew grab at your stomach.

“I love this part just as much”, he emphasizes with a kiss to your temple.

You roll your eyes, knowing the girls he’s been with before were half your size and far more tight in certain areas.

“I’m serious!”

“It’s okay, Sanji you don’t have to lie to make me feel better”.

“Y/n, I love every part of you, especially here it’s too cute”, His hand holds your hips against his hard-on. You want to move to grind against it, but it was no use. 

“Whatever you say, Sanji”.

“I -”, you kiss him again to shut him up. Loosening, his strong arm’s grip against your hips, so you could finally start moving. The blonde retaliates by snaking his hand up to meet your chest. You grind your clit against his bulge, mouth releasing his in surprise.

“You know what I really like the most?”, his large fingers grip on your mounds, “These, you’re so sensitive sweetheart.”

Fingers rub around your areola, then pinch at the buds.You yelp.

“I’ve been waiting to play with your tits all day.They’re always so hard. It’s like you’re teasing me in that big shirt. Do you like teasing, Daddy sweetheart?” His fingers pinch harder, before pulling roughly.

“No, I - I can’t help it, Daddy! You keep playing with them every night.”, your hips moved faster on his lap. “They’re Daddy’s tits to play with”, he smacks your breast.

You plead for him to play with your pussy and make you cum. But there was no use. You were Sanji’s and he would decide when you would cum. 

The blonde continued to ignore your plea, rolling your sensitive buds between his forefinger and thumb, “And that big shirt does nothing to hide your big ass. All day I watched it swallow up those cute little panties. All day I watched it jiggle like you were begging to be fucked. And you want more?”

Instead of answering him, you whined higher at his words, ground your pussy harder onto his front. 

“You think you could cum just from me playing with your tits, yeah?”

You could feel your peak approaching just from his words alone you knew there was no way you’d last with such pointed ministrations on your sensitive body.

“Yeah.”

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[canofgarbage]

NEW CHAPTER!!

Chapter one of Fair Winds (One Piece Fan Fic) has been posted on Wattpad with over 10k words! Chapters will continue to vary in length but so far they're all over 4000 words! We see more of Midori and her relationship within Buggy's crew and she also meets the rest of the straw hats!

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I’m still not over 40-years-old ZoSan

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[crazyk-imagine]

If your requests are still open, can I request a Sanji live action x fem!reader with the same plot as Luffy having to make up the price of the order but Sanji overlooks the reader doing the jobs alone in the kitchen (make it more romantic and/or sexual, he’s heavily into her but she’s into the fun)

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!reader

Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Fem!reader, Roronora Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Zeff, Buggy, Arlong, Arlong's Pirates

Warnings: Angst, fluff, implied smut at the end, unnecessary drama, I rewatched the last few episodes and this is what happened, I love making the reader so sassy to Usopp, and making Nami bestie material, reader and Sanji have a past, this is an interesting one folks

Word Count: 5,102

*I did not realize this was so long, holy crap

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You close your eyes and rest your head against the booth, letting the delicious and flavorful meal settle in your belly. You make a mental note to thank the chef before leaving because this was just what you all needed.

“Here is the bill.”

“I got it,” Luffy tells him.

You shake your head, having a feeling that this won’t end well. “Luffy.”

He turns to you, raising his brows.

“You barely have one berry to your name. How could you afford to pay for this meal?”

He gives you a mischievous smirk and taps his head. “I have an idea.”

“We’re going to be kicked out,” you say.

“Yep,” Nami adds. “If we can make it out of here alive that is.”

You shrug, “we can handle ourselves. They can’t.”

“Well, that’s rude and I’m actually very offended,” Usopp chimes in. “Who’s to say it’s us that can’t handle ourselves and it’s actually you.”

You raise a brow, “how many beers did you have?”

“Don’t deflect the question.”

“Don’t be an idiot and I’ll answer.”

The man grumbles under his breath.

The kitchen door slams open and an angry man with a peg leg walks out. “Who is Monkey D. Luffy?”

He swirls around the pillar, raising his glass of milk to gesture to himself.

“You signed your name?” You ask. “Are you dumb?”

“I wanted him to know who it was since I’m going to be king of the pirates. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“You’re an idiot,” Nami tells him.

“Thank you,” you tell her. “Oh, and the angry chef is coming this way, great job Luffy.”

After his explanation, you decide to take charge and know what you need to do. “I will do the dishes.”

“No, it is his responsibility.”

“I want to.”

“No,” Zeff shakes his head.

You cross your arms, “are you afraid of having a woman in the kitchen?”

Sanji, the blond (and still extremely flirtatious) chef chuckles, using his hand to pretend he’s coughing so his boss doesn’t catch on.

The man scoffs, “not at all.”

“Then let me do it… unless you want broken dishes.” You swear his mustache twitched when you said that.

“Go,” he points towards the door. “Show her the way, little Eggplant.”

Sanji’s eyebrows twitch, he takes a deep breath.

The only reason you knew he was taking a moment to collect himself was because of the way his chest puffed out while his hands stayed in his pockets. “If you’d follow me, madam.”

“I will if you don’t call me madam.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

“I’m starting to regret doing this instead of Luffy.”

He chuckles. “You won’t be saying that in the next few minutes. I think I’ll be able to get you to like it.”

You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t think so.”

“Want to bet?”

“Nope,” you tell him popping the “P”. “I don’t to take your money so easily.”

“Oh, is that what you think?”

“I know it.” His eyes follow you as you walk away, entering the kitchen. “You’ll do the dishes.”

You glance at the tower of unwashed dishes, knowing it’s only going to grow as the day goes on. You raise a brow, “couldn’t I do something else? I think you need a properly trained dish washing person to get through that.”

“It’s either this or something worse happens to your friends,” the braided mustache man chimes in.

You purse your lips, knowing he’s not joking. “I’ll do the dishes, but not happily.”

“Good. Now get to work. The lunch rush is about to begin.”

“You mean there’s gonna be more?!”

A few of the other kitchen staff laugh.

“You’ve never had to do this before, have you?” Sanji asks.

You avoid eye contact. “Not for a long time.”

“Well-” His name is called; a fellow cook needs his assistance. “If you’ll excuse me, my lady.”

You grumble under your breath, not letting the nickname get to you. “You can do this. The faster we get these dishes done, the less there will be.” You know it’s not true but it’s the only thing getting you through the next few hours.

-

You wipe your brow, not wanting your sweat to drip into your eye (you can only let it happen a few times today). You sigh, resting your hands against the edge of the sink trying not to think about the knots in your shoulders.

A hand rests on your low back, sending a comforting feeling down your spine (something you’re not used to and can’t find yourself to push him away). “Are you alright?” The chef asks, putting another dish into the sink, feeling bad because you’ve been working so hard this entire time.

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Oi, who said you could take a break? I need those dishes done before morning.”

You turn to face the boss, only to knock your hand into the pile of bowls which sends the one closest to the edge to fall and break into a million pieces on the ground.

“That’s worth at least another year.”

You want to scream. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“’Fraid not. Hurry up, I don’t have all night.”

“Don’t tempt me, old man. I’ll break all your dishes if you don’t shut up.”

“Could you repeat that. I don’t think this “old man” heard you.”

“I said-”

Sanji wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back, forcing you to sit in a chair as he walks back over to Zeff, whispering to him.

You don’t care enough to even try and listen to their conversation, you wish Luffy would bust in here and get you out of here but that punk, you shake your head.

‘He’s probably asleep after all the food he ate.’

You wish you could sleep but, knowing you took a burden off your captain and found a way to help people, even by doing the simplest task, meant more to you than sleep.

You sigh and push yourself out of the chair, walking back towards the sink. “I’ll have these done before the sun rises, chef,” you shout loud enough for them to stop bickering.

“Alright, I’m keeping you to your word, you hear.”

“I understand and if I’m not… I am willing to have myself stay behind while my crew continues our mission.”

Sanji’s eyes widen at your confession, that is not something he would have heard a few years ago. He turns back to his boss with a nervous chuckle. “She doesn’t mean that.” He walks closer to you and leans down, “you don’t mean that, right?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Shut up and finish what you were doing. I know how to handle myself,” you snap.

He takes a step back, looking at his fellow chef, who nods before taking his leave. “I’ll be over here if you need anything.”

You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to by the time the stranded pirate burst through the door.

Sanji ran over to help him, placing one arm around his shoulders (you do the same after watching him struggle).

You get him a cup of water while the blond makes some food.

The man is grateful and offers to pay for the food, reaching into his pocket but the man beside you shake his head. “Helping someone who’s hungry is more than enough payment. I’m just happy to have helped.”

That’s when you knew he’d most definitely be perfect to join the crew (if he wanted to, of course).

The man left and once again your cleaning dishes while Sanji does… whatever it is he needed to.

Honestly after that, you haven’t been paying too much attention to him to know what he’s doing.

You clear your throat, finding the silence to be a bit awkward now. “Who made our meal?”

“Who wants to know?” He raises his brow.

You roll your eyes, “don’t give me attitude. You haven’t known me long enough to be sassy with me.”

He nods. “Fine. And to answer your question, I did.”

“You did?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asks, feeling offended by your question.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m just- I’m very impressed. I mean, everything was just- I can’t even put it into words at how delicious the food was.”

His shoulders sag, no longer feeling the need to be defensive. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You giggle, turning off the faucet. “Thank you by the way.”

“What for?”

“The delicious meal, for one.” You stare at the bowl, thinking back to when you barely had meals like this growing up.

It was always tough, using the few ingredients you had to try and make food, most of the time things went bad and you couldn’t use them. You were lucky to be able to eat when you could.

“It’s one I’ll never forget.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Same with the chef.”

“Was that a compliment?” The corners of his lips curve upwards.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Fine,” you huff. “It is.” You wipe the last bowl dry. “Now, that I’m done… I can go join my crew.”

“You miss it.”

“Miss what?”

You turn around.

“Us.”

“There never was an us.”

“There could have been.”

Your tongue rubs against the front of your teeth. “Guess we’ll never know.” You toss the towel down on the countertop beside the sink. “I have to go now.”

He sighs. “Hey, don’t go. I’ll- I’ll stop talking about-”

“Our past. Something tells me you won’t.”

“I can.” He scoffs, “you know, you always did this.”

“Did what?”

“Tried to run away from reality.”

“I- maybe I left because it wasn’t the right time.”

“When will it be?”

You shrug, “who knows. Maybe-” Your eyes widen, feeling his lips on yours. You close your eyes, losing yourself in it… in him. You push him back, “Sanji.”

“Yes?” Hie slowly pries his eyes open.

“Why’d you do that?” You whisper.

“I couldn’t let you go without doing it.”

“Well, you did it. Are you happy now?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. “Does it change anything?”

You take a deep breath. “I- I honestly don’t know. I mean, not much has changed right? You’re still here and I’ll still be…”

“Not here.”

“Exactly.”

“I love you.” You nod, placing a hand on his cheek. “I know and that’s why I left the first time. You have so much potential, and the old man sees that, but your life is here. You- cooking here has been your life and I won’t be the reason you’re unhappy-”

“I wouldn’t.” He shakes his head, his hair covering his eyes so you can’t see his pain.

You close your eyes and peck his cheek. “I hope I’ll see you soon.” You sneak back onto the ship and lay in your bed, watching the sun rise.

-

“What happened last night?” Zeff asks, watching as the usually spunky chef does not fight back.

Sanji shrugs, making the meal on today’s menu.

The ex-pirate nods and turns at the sound of the captain entering his kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

“What I should have done yesterday. You need dishes clean, and I am here to help.”

“Get to work.”

-

You walk back into the restaurant to get a new bucket of fresh water to wipe Zoro’s wounds and look for some food when you stumble upon a fight going down between your crew and pirates.

You curve your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly to get them to stop throwing your captain around. “Hey! Why not fight someone who’s more worthy of a fight?”

Arlong smirks. “I’d like to see you try.”

You smirk and throw the bucket in his direction, giving you enough time to run over to him and kick him. You throw across the way and land on your back, pushing yourself up before he can grab you. “You’ve got fire. Why don’t you join my crew, so I don’t have to hurt that pretty face?”

You give him a tight-lipped smile. “Hard pass.” You stare up at the ceiling, faintly hearing Luffy and the pirate going outside.

His fishman make their way towards you until they decide they’re better off following their captain.

Usopp runs over to you and helps you sit up.

You groan, trying to get air back into your lungs. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you should be trying to get up right now?” He asks, hand hovering around you in case something happens.

Sanji watches from the stairs, slowly getting himself up.

“Probably not but we can’t leave Luffy to fight that maniac on his own. He needs his crew even if,” you huff, knowing a bruise is forming.

“Even if he doesn’t think so.” You wobble for a second and then get yourself together, grabbing the two. “Let’s go.”

“For someone who just got thrown into a table, you’re moving exceptionally well.”

“Now’s not the time, flirty.”

He smiles, until you let him go and charge for the head pirate, stopping when your captain falls into the water.

Usopp runs towards you. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What do we do. What do we do?”

You grab the storyteller by his shoulders, shaking him to prevent yourself from slapping him. “Shut up, we just need to-”

The chef throws his shirt and jacket onto the dock before diving in for him.

You haul the man closer to the edge. “Move closer. We gotta pull them up when he comes up.”

You help Usopp pull Luffy up, making sure the captain is alright before helping Sanji (who doesn’t need as much help). You keep a hand on his shoulder, needing to know he’s safe while watching over the captain.

The chef leans into you, not wanting to lose you or your warmth.

“We need to leave now if we want to help Nami.”

The three agree with you and the storyteller assists the captain back onto the ship.

-

“Here’s your shirt and jacket.”

He slowly reaches for the items, not ready for you to leave. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For more than you know.”

“Don’t leave,” he grabs your wrist.

“What?”

“Let me come and cook for you and your crew. Just- just one meal.”

“Sanji-”

“I know you think I’ll regret it, but I won’t. This- it can be like our last adventure… together.”

“I don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

“I won’t,” he says all too quickly.

“I don’t entirely believe you but okay.” You gesture for him to follow you. “Fine. Let’s go.”

-

He makes another effortlessly amazing meal.

“Someone needs to shut that red nosed piece of shit up before I use this carrot,” you say, using the vegetable to point at Buggy’s head.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.”

“New guy deals with the head,” Usopp tells Sanji, raising his hands as he walks by him.

The blond clicks his tongue, unsure of what else to do. “Do I have to?”

“House rules, new guy deals with the head,” Zoro backs up the storyteller’s not legit rule.

He's still as sassy as ever, even after coming back from the dead (even if he wasn't officially declared dead), it still amazes you.

“I hate you both.”

Usopp smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You kid in a mean way, but you really love us.”

“Right now, I want to use the carrot on you.”

He slowly removes his arm from your shoulders. “…okay maybe not.”

“This is about to get interesting.”

“Even more than it already has?” Sanji asks.

“Because being with you always-”

Zoro stops him with a head shake.

“What? What’d I do?”

-

You stay back in case anyone of them needs a little help; until someone grabs you from behind while a fishman jumps in front of Luffy and Nami, blocking their path.

Zoro takes care of him, giving the two an opportunity to continue.

Sanji manages to finish with the one fishman he was fighting, turning to check on you only to find that you need a little help.

He jumps across as you manage to get the fishman’s hand out of your hair, shoving him away so the chef can kick him in the face.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, knowing this is only the beginning.

He nods, hands still in his pockets. “You’re welcome.”

At some point you spot the storyteller on the run, unsure of where he plans on going as you’re stuck in your own fight.

You and Zoro make your way closer to the large fishman keeping Sanji on the ground.

After watching the swordsman get pushed back, you decide to take an alternative route and grab a rock to throw it in his direction.

He grabs it as if it weighs nothing and crushes it which gives the chef enough leeway to escape out from under him. “Fight someone your own size.”

He chuckles and makes his way towards you.

You groan but hold your ground, doing all that you can to… not die. You push various branches and leaves out of your way, listening to Zoro rag on Sanji about calling out his finishing move.

“Who the hell let him throw me into the bushes?” You pull out another leaf from your hair.

“It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t keep up.”

“Listen here, you muscular green bean-”

“Why not focus on the fact that you’re alive?”

You purse your lips knowing the blond’s right. “Yeah, well,” you grumble under your breath. “Do I at least look fine?”

The chef takes a step closer, holding his hand out for you to take, helping you out of the bushes. He wraps an arm around your waist when you trip, making sure nothing happens to you.

You straighten your posture and quietly thank him.

He smiles, picking a leaf out of your hair before brushing the strands back behind your ear so he can see you (and make sure you’re okay, he knows how you like to use your hair as a shield to hide what you’re feeling).

He leans closer to your ear, whispering, “you look perfect, a tiny leaf couldn’t take to your beauty.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond.

“If you stop flirting, we can try to find Nami and Luffy,” Zoro grumbles.

“Oh, man. You guys are together?” Usopp whines.

Your nose twitches, “what? No.”

“Not yet.”

Your head snaps in his direction, glaring at his smugness before an idea comes to mind. “Oh, is that what you think?” You skip over to Zoro, placing an arm around his waist. “I’d think I’d much rather deal with a muscular green bean.”

“I’m not a part of this.”

You turn to him. “Too late.”

The blond grabs you and pulls you away from the green haired man.

“I still owe Nami,” Usopp mumbles.

You shake your head, realizing how idiotic these guys can be. You all turn and stare at the building, the faint sounds of fighting and the building slowly crumbling sends a chill down your spine.

You spot Nami running through the gate. “Na-” You groan at her throwing herself at you. “Good to see you too.”

You glance to the side and notice the blond’s shoulders sagging. Once she lets go of you, you turn towards him.

He opens his arms, making himself look sad.

You narrow your eyes, raising a brow. "Really?"

He nods.

You roll your eyes and pull him closer, stretching your neck so your chin can rest on his shoulder slash clavicle area (honestly wherever you could reach, you didn't care because you were hugging him).

You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, faster and faster the longer you hold him; you hope he can’t feel yours beating in your chest.

“Where’s Luffy?”

“He’s in there.”

“Should we start planning his funeral now or-” You frown, sticking your bottom lip out. “What? Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could keep his hat?”

“What is wrong with you?” The orange haired girl asks you.

“Humor is my only defense and I’m terrified to know if he’s still alive or not.”

A stretchy hand punches through the ruble.

“I guess that answers that question,” you say, covering your mouth to hide your relief sob.

Sanji pulls you closer, coddling you.

Everyone cheers when your captain shouts, “Nami, we are your crew!”

“Now, that’s someone fit to be a captain.”

-

You raise your plate, “can I have some more?”

The chef chuckles, “how can I say no to that face?”

“Could you two stop flirting for two seconds so we can eat our food in peace?” Nami complains, although she’s actually happy for the two of you (even if she just wishes you two would admit your feelings for one another).

“It’s getting annoying,” the green haired man adds.

“At least they have someone,” Usopp mutters.

“We can turn this ship around and drop you off back at Kaya’s,” the orange haired girl tells him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Shutting up now.”

“Wow, who knew Nami could get so mean?” Luffy says, baffled by the scene before him. “I mean it's nothing compared to them but wow. Are you feeling, okay?” He tries to reach across to feel her forehead when she slaps it away from her.

“Yes, would you please stop acting like I’m dying or something and finish your food. It’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.”

The captain nods, giving her a thumbs up.

“Why are you guys talking about us like that?” You can’t help but ask them, not noticing how close you two are.

“How can we not?” Nami raises a brow.

“I mean, have you seen you two. It’s like, you guys are so in sync and clearly have a history but you're walking around as if there’s nothing and I don’t know if you’re doing it for us, but I say you two just stop and do something about it.”

You stare at her, your jaw drops, as does Sanji’s.

‘Were we really as bad as they thought?’

You shake your head, giving them a not so genuine smile. “I’m gonna go now. You have fun thinking… whatever it is you think you know while I do something more interesting.” You quickly walk out of the kitchen, unsure of how to act now.

The chef sighs, tossing the dish towel onto the counter, resting his hands against the edge as he leans forward. “Why?”

“Why, what?” Zoro asks before Nami could.

“Look, I get that you guys want to us to stop and get our acts together, but this isn’t the way to do it. Did you think that maybe there was a reason we never did anything?”

“Maybe you should talk to her and find out why,” the orange haired girl adds, clearly knowing something he doesn’t.

He nods, debating on leaving the kitchen so the two can talk. “Don’t let the sauce burn, keep turning it every five seconds.” He runs out of the kitchen in search of you.

-

“Where would I find you?” He asks himself, searching throughout the rooms down the hallway.

He’s about to pass his room when something catches his eye, and he turns back around to find your sprawled out in his bed. He smiles and takes careful steps, not wanting to startle you. “Who knew I’d find you in here?”

“Really?”

“Humor me.”

“Why are you here?”

“I believe I should be asking you that question since you’re the one in my bed.”

“I guess you’re right.” You push yourself to the edge of his bed, making a beeline for the door.

He reaches across the way, stopping you. “Don’t go.”

“I- I really need to get back to the others. They might be wondering where I am.”

“That’s unnecessary. They’re the ones who sent me to find you and also send their apologies because they know that you left because of what they said.”

You talk a small step back, giving yourself a few inches of space from him. “It- I didn’t leave because of them,” you mumble.

He nods, “and they know that, but I think this was just a tactic to get us to talk.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They can sense it.”

You furrow your brows, “sense what?”

He scoffs, “don’t act like that.”

“I- act like what, I don’t understand. I’m not acting like anything.”

“You know exactly what it is I’m talking about. Please don’t act like you don’t,” he begs and you feel bad but you can’t help it.

This is not what you planned on doing today. You move his arm out of the way only for him to flip his hand and latched onto your wrist. “Don’t.”

“Sanji-”

“No, I know exactly what you’re going to say.”

You turn around, staring at him with a faux fury in your eyes, the façade you’ve put on in front of him for so long and he knows that.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

“It’s safer.”

“For whom? Me or you?”

“This has always been about us having fun and you know it.”

“It became more than that the moment we started talking.”

“Maybe I was just tricking you,” you shrug, avoiding eye contact as you stare at your shoes.

“I don’t believe that for a second and you know why?”

“Why?”

The heels of his shoes clack against the floor as he steps closer to you. He raises your chin, giving you the soft smile, you’ve only ever seen him give to you and the crew, but it always felt like there was more to it when he did it to you. “Because I know you love me as much as I love you.”

It feels like the air is getting thinner. You don’t realize your crying as hard as you are until you hear his voice trying to sooth you. “No,” you mumble. “No, no,” you push him away and run your hands through your hair. “Stop it!”

“Why should I? You haven’t rejected me and I know it’s because you love me to.”

“Sanji, we wouldn’t be good together.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you’re you. You- you crave the attention or maybe it's the chase but either way you like where you are, and you wouldn’t want to change that for someone like me no matter how much you love me.”

“So what, you think I’m like those other low lives that came into the Baratie with spouses and explicitly talked about their endeavors with other people. You truly think that I would do that to you?”

You shake your head and cover your mouth to quiet yourself. “I don’t- I know,” you take a deep breath. “I know you wouldn’t but that doesn’t stop the little part of me for thinking it could happen. I mean, you always talked about,” you sniffle. “Girls with Patty whether I was in the room or not-”

He shakes his head. “Not true.”

“Which part? You did talk about other girls with him.”

“I may have talked about girls but that was only for me to see if you were listening or not because if you weren’t, Patty would always tell me to stop acting like a child and tell you how I feel if I ever saw you again.”

“Why didn’t you just try to be honest instead of toying with my head?”

He raises a brow with his head tilted. “Fair enough… but now you understand why I’m so scared to start something with you.” He’s in front of you before you know it.

“That just means I need to try even harder to show you how much you mean to me.” He brushes the few strands of hair out of your face, letting him see you (and wipe away your tears). “I only have eyes for you.”

“And Nami.”

“She doesn’t make my heartbeat as fast as you do.”

You lean away. “But she does?”

He’s speechless and doesn’t know what to say until he sees you smiling.

“Just kidding.”

A breathless chuckle filled with obvious relief escapes him. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“Me?” You shake your head. “No. I will be the one who revives you if you even think about getting close to death’s door. I can’t handle that.”

“Neither can I. Of course, I’m always going to come back to you. Who could,” he stares into your eyes switching from one to the other. “Resist someone as beautiful and adorable like you.”

“Lots of people.”

“They’re the ones who lost because I have the best prize of all.”

You close your eyes and lay your head against his chest. “Shut up,” you mumble but he knows what you said.

“I have a lot of making up to do and other than worshipping you later tonight, we need to run back to the kitchen and get started in dinner. I plan on spoiling you.”

You shake your head against him, unable to contain your excitement or hide your smile; he always brings out the happiness in you even when he was just a young chef, still trying to get Zeff to stop using as much oregano (because it’s for savages) or so he told you when you two met one night in secret.

-

You rest your head in your hand and watch him be a master at his work.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I always liked when you did, even if the old man did try to kick you out because you weren’t his employee.”

“He was just pissy because I was “distracting” his star pupil.”

“I think he’d disagree.”

“You and I both know he was hard on you because he wanted you to thrive in areas he couldn’t.”

He shrugs, not sure if what you’re saying could be true or not, but he doesn’t argue.

“I’m sorry I left.”

“You wanted to get out of there. Who was I to deny you the opportunity to see the world?”

“And find the all blue?”

“Sweetheart, that’s my dream.”

You chuckle. “I know.”

“I’m just happy we’re here now.”

“That’s something we can agree on.” You reach over and steal a freshly chopped veggie, smiling sweetly when he catches you.

He bends down, staring at you; you kiss him before sitting back down.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

[Sanji finds you crying and pretends to believe your excuses. Is anyone up for slow dancing in the rain?]

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When the time for supper came, Sanji knocked on your door to let you now. He was met with silence, so he naturally assumed you were sleeping. Not much of a problem - he'll set aside a portion for when you wake up hungry.

The problem is, that was around two hours ago.

Sanji knocked on your door again and when silence answered him this time also, he allowed himself to peek inside. Only to discover your bed is empty. He grew suspicious, if not worried, when no one could tell him where you went. It's the middle of the night and the rainstorm doesn't stop. Sanji also noticed how quiet and upset you've been most of the day, making him all the more tense that you are unaccounted for. The thought that you're obediently suffering in silence breaks him more each time he entertains it.

Sanji is scrubbing the cutting board with feverish vigour. The faster he finishes, the faster he can get to making sure you're fine. As though the fish scales knew his thoughts, they simply wouldn't get off the wooden surface.

The steel scrubber escapes his hands. It hits the sink with a quiet clank. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and looks away from the pile of dishes. That's when he finally sees you through the smudged porthole. The rain outside obscures your silhouette. Nevertheless, Sanji is beyond convinced that it is, in fact, you. Despite the initial relief, he feels his chest tighten. You look like a marble statue, forever frozen still in grief.

Leaving the cutting board in the sink and grabbing his suit jacket, Sanji dashes out the door, making haste to you. What on Earth do you think you're doing out in this weather?

The cold rain hits him like a wall of ice. True, the cool water may feel refreshing after the hot and humid daytime hours but not at this rate of rainfall. Even if the nights in the open sea weren't so dark, it would still be impossible to see anything beyond the ship.

He has to come close to you to see the heartwrenching details of your silhouette. You're hunched over, staring at the turbulent waters below. The clothes you're wearing are absolutely drenched, no dry string in their material. Every now and then, your freezing body shivers violently.

"Love?" he calls out to you in an unsure voice.

But you don't react - at least not in the way he has been expecting you to. Instead of looking at him, you turn your face further away, quickly wiping it with your hands.

Sanji wastes no time. In long strides, he finds himself pressed up against your side and forcing his jacket around your shoulders. Considering the heavy rain it won't do much in the long run but maybe it can keep you warm until he convinces you to go back inside.

"Hey, look at me," he pleads in a soft voice.

Too tired and heartbroken, you let his warm fingers guide your face towards him. As if time suddenly slows down, you notice each wrinkle that appears and disappears when he studies your sorrowful expression. If he was a little less perceptive, Sanji would think your face is just wet from the heavy rainfall. The red veins of your bloodshot, puffy eyes are hardly visible in the darkness of the rainy night but not black enough to remain unseen by Sanji.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?" he keeps asking. With each question, he feels the tension in his chest only rising.

"I'm not crying, I'm perfectly fine," you reassure him. Your forced scoff is followed by a pathetic sniffle. "It's just the rain. Saltwater irritated my eyes."

Of course, with your whole "I'm brave and strong and I can manage on my own" facade, you're not going to openly admit to weakness in front of anyone, even if it's painfully obvious. As much as Sanji considers your tough image charming, he wishes you would discard it once in a while - for your own sake.

"How can you be fine with saltwater in your eyes, princess?" Sanji goes along with your poorly constructed lie. His arms engulf you in a warm, albeit drenching wet, hug. "It must burn."

"Yeah, it does," you mumble against his soaking shirt. With a little more light, you would be able to see his bare skin from underneath the wet material. "But it's getting better."

One of Sanji's hands is keeping your head against his shoulder while the other drags up and down your back in a soothing gesture. The jacket he has put around your arms is already drenched, too. He feels your body shaking but can't be sure whether it's because of the "saltwater" or the cold weather. In any case, his heart breaks each time he feels those spasms. His mind panics in search of something that could possibly lift your mood.

The noise of the rainfall is disrupted by a soft, low hum. A melody you vaguely know rumbles inside Sanji's chest. Dean Martin...? Strong arms hold you tightly against his torso as he ever-so-gently sways you to the rhythm of the song.

A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you let yourself sink into the comfort of him. Up until this moment, the cosiness of a loved one's arms confronted with the coldness of a rainstorm, you've thought that scenes like these exist only in sappy novels written for naive young women.

"Slow dancing in the rain," you finally speak up. If it wasn't for the rather unpleasant rain drenching you to every last string of your clothing, yous wear you could fall asleep like this. "Aren't you a hopeless romantic, Sanji?"

"I'm just getting started, love," he murmurs against your hair, still slowly swaying your bodies despite having stopped the humming. You're inclined to believe that his chivalry ventures far beyond dancing in the rain.

"Oh, yes, please."

A low chuckle rumbles inside his chest. It merges into a symphony with the soft thrumming of his steady heartbeat.

"Feeling any better?" he asks in a serious tone.

To Sanji's dissatisfaction, you lean away from him to look at his face. Your eyes are still red but the curious glint he's learned to associate with you has found its way back into them. It seems like your grit, honesty or facade, has returned.

"What will you do if I say no?" you ask back.

As relief washes over him, Sanji smiles down at you. His hand slicks your drenched hair out of your puffy face.

"I should figure something out just for my baby," he answers without missing a beat. His fingers brush along your jaw and chin.

Before you have a chance to inquire, Sanji leans down and lifts you. A yelp of surprise is pulled out of your chest. Without much problem and clearly with a lot of enjoyment, he carries you back inside the lower deck of the ship.

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[cow-smells]

Decisions | you chose: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader

Summary: After a misunderstanding makes the crew think you and Zoro are sleeping together, you're forced to confront the man you have feeling towards in order to make things right.

Word count: 890

Warnings: slightly suggestive at most

BEFORE reading this, make sure you read the prequel (Zoro's ending here)

Read on AO3

Instinctively, your hands came up to grip Sanji’s arms that were wrapped tightly around your shoulder line. Your head tilted up to look at the man towering over you, and from the corner of your eye you could see Zoro practically deflate.

Sanji’s expression softened as you looked up at him – he had his answer.

Sanji’s hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, making you turn to him thoughtlessly. You felt as though you were on autopilot and yet, simultaneously hyper aware of his every feature, of the way he was looking at you as though drinking you in. The simplest brush of his fingertips on your cheekbone sent a wave of heat through you.

He had such tenderness in his voice as he said, “Y/n… You’re the one for me. Since the day you boarded this ship, you’ve been the apple of my eye, the light of my life, the fire of  my -”

            “Hey,” Nami interjected, the tone of her voice a clear warning. Sanji’s lips pressed in to a smile, unbothered by the disruption. His large hands held your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks as though you were the most precious thing he ever had the privilege of meeting.

            “I’m so in love with you,” Sanji continued, “that I don’t know what to do with myself.”

            “You could start by kissing me,” you suggested, a shy smile on your lips.

            “I’ll remind you two that you’re in the kitchen, it’s eight AM and there are other people in the room.” Nami interjected once more – and truthfully, you couldn’t blame her. You were so caught up in the moment you had forgotten about anyone and anything else. Being suddenly pulled out of your haze, you looked at your crewmates – Luffy and Usopp were watching you and Sanji like a telenovela was unraveling before them. Zoro was gone – he must have left the room without you noticing. You were sad to hurt him, but your feelings for Sanji were undeniable.

            “Come, my love,” Sanji took your hand and took to leading you out of the kitchen. “let’s continue this somewhere more private.” Luffy and Usopp cheered and whistled at that (you thought you could hear Nami sigh in between) – heat rushed to your cheeks as you thought of the implications that must have come to their minds.

You felt like a kid, giggling excitedly as the man you loved guided you to the boys’ room (you were silently grateful Zoro took the spare room for himself). Sanji guided you in to the room before following, shutting the door behind himself. Before you could take it all in his lips were already on yours – he had descended upon you with all the urgency he had felt for so long. He had one hand in your hair, holding you in place, almost scared to let you go – the other hand caressing the side of your body, struggling to decide where exactly he wanted to touch, after having dreamt of this moment for so long.

You couldn’t believe this was finally happening – and it was even better than you imagined. Sanji’s lips meshed perfectly against yours, the perfect combination of passionate and hot but still delicate and caring. You thread an arm behind his neck, holding him closely to you. Sanji took that as the go-ahead to take hold of your waist and press you against him, reveling in your warmth, in the softness of your body; you surely couldn’t complain, as you enjoyed feeling the hardness of his muscular chest, the outline of his figure… things you hadn’t felt before.

After a while, you had no choice but to break apart to breath; a need that Sanji didn’t seem to have, because the moment you broke the kiss he seized the opportunity to kiss down your neck, biting lightly until he found your sweet spot. He knew he found the spot because you couldn’t contain your moan. That only edged Sanji on to bite harder, needing to leave his mark on you; you were driving him insane, and you had only just began.

Sanji’s grip on your waist gradually became so strong it would bruise, but you were enjoying it all too much to notice. It was only when you noticed his nimble fingers undoing your shirt buttons – just as you heard Usopp laugh not too far away – that you came to your senses. The crew must have finished eating, and soon your privacy would be gone.

            “Wait,” you took a step back from Sanji. He stopped his assault on your neck, but he couldn’t contain the kicked-puppy expression he had at the loss of you. “we should cool it. For now. With everyone around, and all…”

Sanji cleared his throat, straightening his jacket and stepping closer to you to rebutton your shirt. “Right. You’re right. For now.” With the last words he looked in to your eyes, making sure you knew you would be continuing these activities at a later point. Sanji flattened your shirt, but you were half sure it was just a guise to touch you some more before you had to part. Finally, his hand came to your neck, fingertips lightly caressing the spot he bit hard – where there surely was a frightening bruise forming. “At least now you know you’re mine.”

-

tags: @gardens-light @yeonieesss

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[uglypastels]

the Special | Sanji x reader

a/n - my first One Piece fic. absolutely terrifying but definitely a needed change of scenario to get out of my writing block. please be kind; I'm taking all my inspo from the live-action as that is what I am currently the most familiar with. but, well, we just have to see how it goes. bon appetite

Shoutout to my dear @mydearzero for encouraging my newfound obsession with this show and this character, as well as generally encouraging me to write. this is all your fault. And to everyone else who had been expecting me to finally post one of the other million fics I had promised... I'm sorry

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word count: 9.9k

warning: 18+ only. MDNI. smut. piv sex. oral sex (f!receiving). unprotected sex [wrap up your eggplants yall]. semi-public sex. several FDA regulation code breaks, probably. afab reader. swearing. little bit of angst. shitty and fat-shaming [oc!]boyfriend/date. fist fight. alcohol consumption.

“Look at your waiter's face. He knows. It's another reason to be polite to your waiter; he could save your life with a raised eyebrow or a sigh.”

― Anthony Bourdain, 

The first thing you saw was the red, bright sign spelling out the restaurant's name.

Baratie. You had no clue what it meant but could only hope that “the best restaurant in the East Blue” was somewhere down the list of its definitions, especially after the months that they had kept you on the waiting list and the tumultuous trip that it took to sail there. Next, as your ship approached, you saw the… fish head. The sight of the sculpture at the front of the ship structure buried some worry in the pit of your stomach, but surely, if so many people had given it such fond reviews, the exterior was not to speak for what awaited you inside. 

‘Believe me, baby, you’ll love it here.’

‘I really hope so,’ you smiled as you got off your boat. Your legs shook at the knee as you stepped onto the sturdy dock planks. Days at sea, which had never been your friend, had clearly done more damage than you expected. You would have been on the floor if it wasn’t for the pair of arms holding on to you.

‘Thanks, Chosi,’ you said towards your boyfriend as he helped you steadily get back onto your feet. 

‘Can’t have you faceplant the second we get here,’ he brushed some invisible dust off your shoulder, and with his arm entwined with yours, he led you to the entrance of the establishment. You grabbed at the skirt of your dress to keep it down as the wind blew by.

As you walked, you looked at all the other ships harboured on the… was this an island? Was the entirety just one large ship? Was it anchored to something then, or was it drifting around the seas constantly? You couldn’t quite comprehend the logistics of it all. But you could tell that humans and other creatures of all walks of life–royalty, commoners, marines, pirates—were unbothered by each other's presence and enjoying the outing. Once inside, the shushed sound of the waves was exchanged for a whisper of swing music, as well as the chatter of the restaurant’s patrons and the clinking of their cutlery on plates. The walls were lined in crimson wallpaper as well as painted depictions of sea battles, accented in gold and bronze details matching the furniture placed spaciously around the room and the two stories above it that lead the eye to a beautiful aquamarine ceiling that gave the illusion as if one was looking up at the bright sky from underwater. 

The maitre’d, a Fishman, stood to attention at your entrance. 

‘Good afternoon, how may I help you?’ he asked kindly. 

‘We have a reservation. Name is Chosi,’ Chosi stated with his head held high. Despite you doubting that anyone knew his name in these parts of the world, he never ceased to pronounce it with a level of expectation to it. It was commendable, as well as disappointing, when nothing happened afterwards. The maitre’d simply nodded and glanced down at his long list of names, searching for the one he had just heard, ready to cross it off.

 ‘Ah, yes, right here. Please, do follow me to your table.’ And so, you did just that, walking down the grand staircase onto the restaurant's main floor, where you seated at one of the smaller tables, perfect for a romantic dinner for two. ‘Your waiter will be right with you.’ The Fishman bid you farewell just like that and returned to his position at the door. 

‘So?’ Chosi looked at you with a raised brow as you looked around.

‘It is quite stunning.’ You must admit that you did not expect this kind of splendour when looking at the carved fish that gaped at you outside. Something about that just did not exude the same essence as the timeless and classy beauty of the interior. You barely even felt the shake of the waves beneath you. 

Maybe your response wasn’t sufficient, for Chosi had opened his mouth to respond, something in the angles of his face announcing displeasure, but he was interrupted by a new presence at your table. You looked up at the tall figure towering over you. 

‘Welcome,’ the man spoke, his accent clearly indicating his origin if only you had been aware of where that was. Simultaneously, he put down a plate of bread rolls, perfectly and meticulously positioned atop it. ‘...to Baratie. My name is Sanji; I will be your waiter this afternoon.’

‘Took you long enough.’ Chosi mumbled under his breath, giving you an immense urge to kick him underneath the table, but you knew better than to do that, especially when he did not seem to be ready to stop any time soon. ‘Trying to convince my girl this place is worth visiting, heh.’ You could feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment. Nevertheless, the waiter—Sanji, he said was his name—did not seem to give the comment much thought as he looked down at you with a curve to his thin-lined lips.

‘My apologies, madame; I hope my service will not give you the false impression of this establishment being worth any of your precious time.’ The smoothness of his voice almost concealed the true meaning behind his speech, leaving you, as well as your date, speechless. However, you felt your speaking ability to be taken away by more than just his words as you spared a second to take your waiter in properly. You just could not help but notice how his suit wrapped around his arms, and although one was covered by his blonde hair, his eyes had a glint of something that excited you despite not even knowing the root of that excitement. 

Like nothing had happened, Sanji continued, ‘Would you care to see the menu? Hear the specials?’ That is when you noticed the menu cards he was holding in his hand. And he must have been ready to list the special items, but Chosi was a step ahead. 

‘Actually, I think we are ready to order.’ That was the first you had heard of it, but you stayed put as he continued. After all, Chosi had eaten here before. He knew what was good, and you could trust his judgement. 

‘Prime rib, medium rare,’ as your boyfriend spoke, you kept your eye on the waiter, noticing the appearance of the smallest of flinches in his face at the sound of the dish, but never faltering his picture-perfect appearance, ‘and my lady will have the salad.’

Another twitch, right below his visible eyes, followed, but Sanji’s professional facade stayed on as he inquired: ‘We offer quite a variety of salads; which would madame prefer?’ And with that, he turned to you, that smile plastered on like a sticker, but he had trouble keeping it on as the answer to his question did not come from your mouth.

‘Whichever is the best, of course.’ Chosi rolled his eyes, and you wished you could do so as well. The waiter glanced between you and him, turning back to you momentarily. Long enough for you to give him a reassuring smile. It would be in everyone’s best interest if he just moved on from the matter. 

‘Drinks, then,’ Sanji again spoke with an unphased essence about him, as if nothing from the past few minutes had ever occurred, or at least tried to emulate this. ‘Madam, anything I can get you?’ The way he emphasised that word didn’t require any pointed glares. 

‘Uhm,’ you hesitated as he kept his full attention on you, completely ignoring the man sitting opposite you at the table, making Chosi stare at you just as, if not more, intensely, for all the opposite reasons. Out of panic, you just blurted out the most straightforward order. ‘Just water, thank you.’ It being the first words you said in the waiter's presence, they came out soft. Nothing like your regular voice, which startled you slightly. 

‘Still, sparkling or mineral?’ Sanji pursued. 

‘Still please,’ you smiled shyly, unsure where that actual shyness derived from. 

‘Ice? Cubed or crushed?’ He fired the questions at a rapid pace.

‘A bit of ice is fine. Thank you,’ you repeated yourself, looking down at the table and letting the waiter move on to the rest of the order. He didn’t say anything else but looked at Chosi with anticipation. 

‘I’ll have your finest brew.’

‘Coming up,’ his voice had a sudden coldness to it as he walked away, back to the kitchen, leaving the table to a thick silence. 

‘I could have ordered for myself, you know,’ you said, with that same soft tone you had spoken with earlier, although this felt much more familiar seeing who you talked to. 

 ‘And have you stuff yourself with some useless carbs? C’mon, you know I’m just looking out for you, here.’ 

‘I know.’ You straightened out a fork in front of you, suddenly feeling uneasy at how far away from the plate it was positioned compared to the knife on the opposite side. You were straightening out a crease in the tablecloth when Sanji returned with a silver tray in one hand. He placed the pint glass full of golden brew in front of Chosi before turning your way and setting a glass beside your plate. With a pair of tongs, one by one, he let ice cubes fall to the bottom of it, the clinking against the glass almost deafening. Then, he followed up with another pair of tongs and reached for a little tray but stopped himself to ask you: ‘Care for a slice of lemon, madame?’

‘Oh, uhm, sure,’ you shrugged, unable to look away. This process of pouring a glass of water felt rather extensive, but you could not deny the fact you were enjoying it all. As he grabbed the large pitcher to pour the water, you were unsure how he had carried all of these items with one hand and did so seemingly effortlessly.

‘There we go,’ he smiled, ‘your food will be with you shortly, but do let me know if you require anything else.’ And just like that, he was gone again, but not without leaving you feeling that he had meant his parting words especially for you and that that sentiment had undoubtedly not escaped your date.

‘I don’t like the look of that guy.’ Chosi glared at you as he took a sip from his pint, slurping up the top layer of foam with it. 

‘I think he’s quite sweet.’ You straightened out the fork again and reached for a bread roll to tear it apart piece by piece. 

‘Of course you would,’ he rolled his eyes, which made you look up from your little snack.

‘What is that supposed to mean?’ You put the bread roll down as the pit in your stomach hollowed out your appetite. Right, making space for that damn salad.

‘Nothing.’ Chosi shrugged, ‘Just that it's typical that somehow I’m the only one to notice when some guy is trying to cop a feel.’

‘He was doing no such thing.’ You had to bite your tongue not to raise your voice as his insinuation, despite being on the waiter's actions, seemed to be brutally judging yourself. ‘The poor guy is just doing his job. I’m not bothered by it, and neither should you be.’ Usually, you would attach some sweet nickname at the end of that sentence, but this was one too many times you had said a variant of the confirmation, and you were growing tired of just the thought of it.

Somewhere in the distance, a table erupted into a shouting match that had to be broken up by a handful of waiters. While usually, you turned away from such brutalities, never having been fond of violence and not particularly having a necessity in seeing people getting their teeth punched out minutes before eating a meal, this time you stretched your neck out to glance across the room, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the white-blonde hair among the rousing heads. Someone had pulled a pistol, but the weapon was kicked out of the man's grip before they could shoot or even alarm people enough to hide beneath their tables. Just like that, the restaurant resumed its normal state of pleasantries, and you got back to your abysmal date and hoped it was still worth saving… or that saving was still even an option to begin with. 

‘From what you had told me about the place, Chi, it is much grander than I had expected.’ You smiled, and he nodded to your affirmations.

‘Well, I didn’t want to raise the expectations too high, but you know I don’t do anything but the best for you, sweet cheeks.’

‘Of course—’ you were interrupted by the footsteps nearing your table, and the weight nearly lifted off your shoulders at the sight of Sanji carrying too large plates. 

‘Hello there,’ he grinned slyly, ‘hope I don’t interrupt anythin’.’ 

‘Not at all,’ You moved your glass aside to make space for your dish, but Sanji put Chosi’s plate down first, announcing the food.

‘Prime rib, medium rare, for the gentleman.’ Like everything else, he precisely placed it so the gold details on the plate faced the diner exactly right. The roast glistened in the restaurant's dim light, and the smell hit you right at the nerves that reminded you of your hunger. But that was for the gentleman, and the gentleman had ordered for you the—

‘And for the madame,’ Sanji put a plate in front of you, ‘what I like to call the Sanji Special.’

You looked down at your plate of food with a stunned expression and then looked back up. Just in time, you caught the slight wink that your waiter had sent you before stepping back to then, with a nod, say, ‘Bon appetite.’ 

He got to take about three steps and had just turned his back towards your table when Chosi called out to him, clearing his throat. ‘Ehem, excuse me, Sonny.’ 

‘Is there a problem?’ Sanji returned with his hands behind his back, but you didn’t need to see his fists to know he was clenching them. It was all visible in the strain of his upper arms and jaw as he restrained himself to keep up a polite smile. 

‘I am pretty sure we had ordered a salad?’ Chosi tried to play it off with a casual laugh, but it turned out to be anything but. Sanji leaned forward to grab the plate, but then your boyfriend exclaimed, ‘No, not for me; for her.’ before the waiter got his hand on his prime rib.

With a satisfied smile, Sanji glanced at your plate and stated: ‘That is a salad.’

Not that you did not appreciate what was in front of you, but if it was a salad, it was the loosest interpretation of the definition possible. You had to keep your laugh in as he explained that the dish was a “twist on kensui salad with steamed components, egg, and pork” or, in your simpler terms… the most delicious-looking pot of ramen you had ever encountered in your life, but no, definitely not a salad in the traditional sense. You smiled at the food, not daring to look up at Sanji while your boyfriend’s head seemed to be boiling alive, but the waiter was a step ahead of you. 

‘Ah, almost forgot, for the lady,’ almost out of nowhere, he made a pair of chopsticks appear for you. 

‘She will not be eating that,’ Chosi grunted. 

‘I think that is for her to decide,’ Sanji didn’t even bother to look at him, keeping his sweet smile on you, which, in turn, rushed a hot flush over your cheeks. 

‘Chosi, don’t be like that; this looks delicious.’ You spoke, hoping he would calm down and let you finally sink your teeth into this gorgeous meal. After a tense second, Chosi finally huffed out and sank back down in his chair, making you realise he had been on the verge of getting up for whatever reason. Either way, his intentions could not have been good. In the meantime, Sanji excused himself once more to finally leave you to eat. 

You had perhaps taken half a bite when Chosi, his food untouched, spoke up again. ‘Why do you always do this?’

‘Do what?’ your throat tightened around the pork you had just swallowed.

‘Embarrass me like that?’ He sighed, a vein in his forehead looking more prominent than ever.

‘I didn’t—’

‘Cut the shit, you know what you’re doing.’ Chosi slammed his fist on the table, startling you and the few people sitting at the nearest tables to you.

‘Please, can we not do this now,’ you kept your head down, ignoring all the pairs of eyes that must have started catching on to what was happening. Chosi had turned red from anger by that point. 

‘What, am I being too much for you? Imagine what it’s like going out with a slut—’

‘Chosi!’ you snapped, immediately covering your face with your hand as if you had not meant to shout and grab the attention of even more people. 

Deep breath in. 

Out. 

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ You hissed at the man across the table from you. 

‘With me? You’re the one that has been eyefucking the waiter this whole time, and now you disrespected me like that in front of him? Do I mean so little to you?’

‘I did no such thing.’ You rolled your eyes, catching glimpses of the room you were in. The people that sat around, the employees. Of course, Sanji stood only a few tables away, taking an order. Could he hear what was happening? Most likely, the idea of that burned you in a new, much more unpleasant manner. Chosi must have said something, but you had been too occupied by your surroundings and too tired to even listen to what other vile things he had to tell you. The only thing that kept you at that table was the food, but no matter how good, it wasn’t worth enduring him. ‘You know what,’ you grabbed your napkin and slapped it onto the table, ‘I can’t do this right now. I’ll see you on the boat.’ The chair shrieked as you shoved it back.

‘Where the hell do you think you’re going,’ Chosi growled practically, and despite you having already turned your back to him, you heard his own chair scrape the deck floor. You had your eyes squeezed shut as you got ready for what was coming. He reached out, but nothing happened. 

You looked over your shoulder to see Sanji pulling Chosi in by the sleeve. 

‘Believe me, we don’t wanna do that, mate.’ Sanji said, his eyes filled with a new rage that made you take a step back.

‘Let go of me, you sleaze.’ Chosi suddenly reminded you of a feral kitten, how he tried to wriggle himself out of the waiter’s grip. ‘I’ll make you regret ever touching me. Do you know who I am?’

‘Do I look like I give a shit?’ he let go with a laugh, almost pushing Chosi to the ground. As your date dusted off his sleeves, Sanji took a step forward, pressing himself against him. Now that both men were standing face to face, did you only realise how much taller Sanji was than your boyfriend. How much bigger and, most likely, how much stronger. With a hushed and reserved tone yet somehow full of intimidation, the waiter said, ‘Don’t you ever try to touch or speak to a woman like that again, you hear me? Or I’ll make you regret you were ever born.’ 

Chosi could only nod with his eyes blown wide open. The restaurant was dead quiet, unable to pull their eyes away from the scene unfolding before them. No one said anything or moved, and yet, somewhere, a stack of plates fell. The crash of porcelain echoed through the space, and Sanji turned his attention toward the kitchen’s double doors for a second. That quick moment was enough for Chosi to find his moment and attack.

Or at least make an attempt at it. 

Sanji was still looking toward the kitchen, and Chosi’s fist was in mid-air, but the waiter flawlessly manoeuvred around it, swinging himself back and letting Chosi fall forward. To make matters worse, Sanji supplemented the fall by kicking him over. If it wasn’t for the fact that your boyfriend’s chin had smacked against the table, you would have missed the entire thing, as Sanji’s movements were so elegant that it seemed as if he had not moved at all. He might as well have been refilling your water, ignorant of the groaning mess of a man he had kicked down to the ground with such ease. 

Chosi got up shakily. A nasty cut was already dripping blood from the underside of his face, but the redness didn’t compare to the rage on his face. He looked around until his eyes caught yours. ‘What, you’re just gonna stand there like some dumb–’

‘What did I just say?’ Sanji said, this time much louder, not trying to hide the row from the rest of the diners. But before he could make another move, Chosi reached for the nearest thing he could reach, which in his case was your dish of ramen, and threw a fistful of noodles Sanji’s way, hitting him square in the chest. 

Silence. 

He must have been too stunned at the audacious strike to move out of the way for it. Everyone must have been watching the noodles unstick from his navy jacket and slowly fall to the ground, then watched as Sanji raised his head back up, his expression unamused and cold, but his eyes filled with a passionate and furious fire. One that was enough to live up to the promise he had made the man you had come to the restaurant with. And so, just like that, without another word needing to be said by anyone, you watched Chosi back away—one, two, three steps, whimpering and mumbling some comments that could almost make up an apology, before he sprinted up the stairs to the exit. 

‘Ridiculous,’ you heard Sanji mutter under his breath. ‘Fucking waste of food.’

Before you could think any better about it, you walked up and knelt down, as he did, to reach for the spilt noodles. ‘I am so sorry,’ you started apologising. ‘I swear normally he–’

  ‘Is exactly like that,’ Sanji chuckled with a rasp. You looked up at him, a bit dumbfounded. He had managed to scoop most of the food before you had and was already getting up. ‘You have nothing to apologise for.’ One of his colleagues had been quick with bringing over cleaning supplies. ‘If anything, I should be the one saying sorry. Let me make it up to you—a drink in the bar, on the house.’

‘No, that is really not necessary.’ You couldn’t accept anything for free after your boyfriend pulled off such a scene and… had run off without paying. The realisation hit you like a brick on the head as you cursed under your breath with a strong sense of panic, which Sanji caught on to immediately. 

‘Please,’ He reached gently for your arm. ‘I insist.’

You stuttered for a moment before actually answering in defeated agreement. With a satisfied smile, Sanji led you to another exit, leading to the bar deck. ‘Right this way, madame.’

The bar deck, located in the mouth of that giant fish head, was moderately empty. Except for you and the appointed barman behind the counter, only a handful of others were sprinkled across the couches and futons. You chose a seat overlooking the sea and the setting sun that coloured the sky and waters an array of warm colours. 

You understood that you had to go up to the bar to order, but you felt no particular need for it, just enjoying the breeze that brought over the calm sea air towards you. 

It was unclear how much time you spent sitting out there, looking at the waves splashing by and the clouds above you and the people around you. Only once the sun had set entirely, darkening the sky completely, and most people had left the area, you decide to finally walk up to the bartender and place an order. The man nodded and proceeded to make your drink with only a few attached flourishes to the craft, but the result was charming and tasted delicious.

‘I hope I had made it clear that that was one drink on the house,’ you heard from behind you. 

‘Don’t worry, this is my first.’ You said, turning around to see Sanji standing behind you. 

‘You might just be the slowest drinker I have ever met,’ he said as he took the spot by your side.

‘Jeez, do your manners flush away the second you’re off the clock?’ You smiled, taking a sip of your drink, most likely also proving Sanji his point as the sip you took was particularly small. 

‘For what it’s worth, madame, I was about to tell you that your bill has been taken care of.’ He leaned against the bar countertop with his forearms. ‘But I will make myself scarce now.’

‘No, wait,’ you stopped him before he could push himself back. ‘What do you mean it was– I would have happily paid. At least let me leave a tip.’ You were ready to pull out your purse when he took his turn to halt your movements. 

‘I will not be accepting any tips for my service today. And honestly, you barely had a meal to eat, let alone to pay for. It is all taken care of. I promise.’

You looked up at him apprehensively, but something about his–not necessarily laidback–but how he was so comfortable with the situation put you at ease, too. But something was gnawing at your conscience. 

‘Alright then, but I disagree with the review of your service. You most certainly need something for it in return.’ How could you repay the man who had just gotten you out of your horrific relationship? You doubted anything in the world could match your actual gratefulness. Although, maybe the smile that pulled at Sanji’s lips said something different.

‘Let me cook for you.’

‘What?’ You blinked slowly, making him smile even wider.

‘You haven’t eaten anything proper in hours. Let me make you something in the kitchen–an exclusive guest experience.’

‘That doesn’t sound much like a gratuity for you.’ You pointed out, but he did not seem to mind.

‘Indulge me,’ was all he responded with. Feeling giddy at the prospect, you glanced over at the bartender, who was definitely listening in on the conversation. Understanding what you meant with your look, he simply shrugged while wiping the glasses. 

‘Ok then.’ This entire thing felt utterly ridiculous, and you didn’t hide the amusement you felt from it as Sanji opened the door to the kitchen for you. That is when your smile lightly faltered, only to be replaced with a fallen jaw as you looked around in amazement. Like the dining area, this room had a high ceiling but wasn’t decorated as much as simply visually enhanced by all the bronze pots and pans hanging around, and the pipes leading from the ovens and stoves up to the chimneys. There were long lines of prep stations, behind which one Sanji comfortably made himself at home as he immediately got started on something.

The first few minutes, after you watched him exchange his suit jacket for a white chef’s uniform, you were occupied with the kitchen itself, but once you had gotten used to the environment, you wondered where you could make yourself equally comfortable as not a nuisance to him as he cooked. 

‘Make yourself at home, sweetheart,’ he said while chopping some ingredients at a speed that made your heart skip a beat in fear. Or did that come from the new nickname that caught you by surprise? 

‘What happened to “madame”?’ you walked closer to his station. Sanji just looked up briefly, eye covered by his hair but his smile evermore present. Your smile lasted longer as you forgot you had meant to look at what he was doing, not to stare at him. Noticing he was not planning on answering your question, you asked another. ‘So, what exactly are you making?’

‘Since I’m sure dinner did not turn out entirely as you had planned, I thought maybe dessert would be a good pick-me-up. Rose and chocolate meringue tartes, how does that sound?’

  ‘Makes me wonder what I did to deserve it,’ you laugh it off while speaking the question that had been on your mind this whole time. 

‘I like to show a lady how she’s meant to be treated,’ he said as he poured several ingredients into a glass bowl and began wicking at a pace that should have stopped him from looking so effortless long ago. ‘It’s all part of the special package deal.’

‘Right, the Sanji Special, was it?’ You looked around at the countertop next to him, which seemed free from ingredients and anything you could set on fire. You glanced his way, and he swiftly nodded your way. With that permission in mind, you pushed yourself up on the counter, swinging your legs lightly back and forth. ‘So what exactly does this special indicate?’

‘A nice meal, a little surprise, a few kind words, nothing too crazy. I would like to think that, with it, I have perfected the recipe on how to eliminate shitbag boyfriends like that prince charming you came here with.’

‘My knight in shining armour.’ You rolled your eyes, hiding how much you appreciated all his actions from that day. ‘Must have worked on quite a few girls then?’

‘Can’t say it has,’ he said as he pushed the oven open to prebake a few tartelette frames. The speed at which he worked truly was otherworldly. 

‘Can’t because of a bad success rate or because you hadn’t actually tried it before?’

He appeared next to you from beside the oven; tiny droplets of sweat were forming at his temple, but his energy was still burning like the fire under the pot where he was melting the chocolate. ‘Let's say the latter. For both our dignity’s sake.’ It did not come as a surprise to you that he was a flirt and most likely tried these tricks out on the entirety of the female clientele, and yet, for reasons unknown, you did not mind one bit, and it still did not seize to make the smallest of his advances work on you with tremendous effect. 

‘Don’t think I have much more of that left after  everything that happened out there.’ You cringed at the memory of the shouting, the mess, and just how many people had been sitting there watching you. 

‘There’s been much worse out there, believe me.’ Sanji lowered the fire under the pan lightly.

‘I hardly believe that. He threw noodles at you. That is absolutely revolting behaviour.’ And somehow, you managed not to get kicked out of the restaurant along with Chosi but even got to hang out in the kitchen after hours as a special dessert was being prepared for you… by the waiter that your boyfriend had tried to assault— no, that your ex-boyfriend tried to assault. That felt much better, but still didn’t let the whole situation make any more sense.

‘And that wouldn’t even make the top ten of shit that’s happened around this place.’

‘I… am not sure wether to be relieved or disappointed.’ For an inexplicable reason, you thought you would be more memorable to him. However, would you have wanted that, seeing the actual circumstances under which that would be? Ugh.

As if he could read your mind, Sanji added in. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not planning on forgetting you anytime soon.’

‘I bet you say that to everyone.’ You rolled your eyes, to which he just smiled. ‘But really, I am sorry for what happened—especially to your suit.’

‘I care more about the noodles, honestly, don’t like seeing food go to waste—’ he drifted off with his thoughts before coming back up to the surface with another question, ‘speaking of noodles, where’d you meet this guy anyway?’

‘It’s complicated,’ you sighed, not wanting to burden him with your story, but from the eager attitude he was conveying as he managed his ingredients, he did not hold the same sentiment over it. ‘We had been friends for ages—out dads worked together—and it seemed, to everyone, apparently, like the natural progression of events that we would end up together.’

‘Everyone… except for you?’ he assumed, looking up at you from the counter space.

‘No, I mean, at first I thought so too, but over time… well, you saw it yourself. But by the time I had realised what a mess I had gotten myself into, it felt like I was already too late.’

‘How so?’ You heard the gentleness in his question like he was treading the topic lightly, not wanting to put any pressure on it or on you to answer. 

‘Heard people talking he had been planning to propose.’ You shrugged it off. ‘But I doubt that will be happening anymore.’

‘What are you going to do now?’ The question came with that same carefulness but perhaps a bit more intrigue. You simply shrugged again.

‘Will probably have to find another ship to get back home on, as I can’t imagine he would want me on board with him.’ It was crazy you had not bothered to check but assumed that he had already taken off hours ago, leaving you behind to fend for yourself. ‘And then, if I see him again… well, not much else I can do but officially dump his ass.’

‘So I shouldn’t feel bad for what I did?’ He stopped what he was doing as he waited for an answer.

‘Absolutely not. I can’t thank you enough for doing that.’ 

The both of you shared sheepish smiles before you watched him work silently for a few more minutes. The tarte frames came out of the oven in a beautifully crisp golden tone, and he mixed the chocolate into a thick mousse while the rosy syrup lay back to cool off. While the two of you remained quiet, the kitchen was anything but that as his utensils clinked around the pans. You thought back to a few hours ago and how the silence at your table had been anything but this. You had sat in a cold dread, waiting for something to snap until it inevitably did. However, you sat back comfortably here, happily watching as Sanji focused on his work. 

It really was his element. While you thought the man had been exemplary at waiting tables, it was nothing compared to the ease at which he performed here. Each move he made seemed like second nature to him. 

‘Do all the waiters here know how to cook like this?’ you inquired, leaning in to see how he filled the pastries up, hands in a tight grip on the piping bag. 

‘The ones that are cooks do,’ he chuckled. 

‘You’re a cook?’ you blinked, ‘then what were you doing out there earlier?’ 

‘Ah, the old shitbag that runs this place likes to torture me and send me off to do the waitin’.’ He readjusted his hold on the piping bag, briefly stopping to wipe his hand on the towel tucked between his belt. 

‘Doesn’t that bother you? I’m sure you’d much rather work here.’ You certainly would. Some people could be real assholes to serve… your former date being a prime example. But Sanji simply laughed it off.

‘Nah, not when beautiful women are out there waiting to be served.’ He stopped to look up at you with a shit-eating grin, and the unseriousness dripping off of it made you blush, smile along with him and push him back by his shoulder before you would do something else much more irrational. Perhaps a bit too hard, as he lost his balance, only finding it on the counter, exactly where the piping bag had been left behind. His palm fell right over the ending, bursting out the mousse in an unfortunate mess, spilling all over him and the counter.

‘Oh no,’ you said, covering your mouth but not the giggles from it, ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘You think it’s funny, don’t you?’ He couldn’t keep his smile, but you shook your head harshly. ‘You’ll pay for this,’ he pointed his hand, covered in chocolate, at you. Several thoughts ran through your mind initially, but you managed to suppress most of them, opting for simply running your finger over the back of his hand where most of the mousse had spilt and giving it a taste. 

‘That is really good.’ you hummed at the sweetness. Sanji stood back, somewhat frozen at what you had done, but quickly thawed out with a few blinks.

‘Well, what else did you expect?’ He wiped the rest of his hand on the towel at his side, ‘and I’ll have you know it’s rude to eat the food before it’s done. Takes away from the experience.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you pouted, ‘but I promise you I am still very much enjoying this whole experience.’

‘You better.’ Sanji said, taking the baking tray and putting it back in the oven for the last few minutes. With the oven door shut, he sighed and leaned against the counter opposite you. ‘Now we wait.’

‘How long exactly?’

‘In a rush, are we?’ He glanced at you from behind his hair, and the question made you heat up in the face. Because how could you explain to this practical stranger that you were feeling the opposite of what he insinuated. That you did not want this night to end at all. That being here with him, even if you were just waiting for a damn tart to bake, you were having more fun than you had had in weeks, if not longer. So, all you did was simply shake your head again. 

‘It will be just a few minutes, and then gotta let it cool for a bit.’ He reassured you. That is when you noticed the bowl he had mixed the mousse in, mostly scraped clean while filling up the piping bag, but even the best chef can’t always scrape every last ounce out. Now, you might not have had any particular urge to leave any time soon, but you certainly were hungry, and having tasted just how delicious Sanji’s food was, you couldn’t help but lean in to get another little taste. 

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ He said, bemused, reaching to stop you from taking another swipe of mousse onto your finger. His hand gently grabbed your wrist, but he had been too late. When he caught you, you had your hand directly over your lips, looking up at him. He glared down at you in a daring manner. 

You licked the chocolate off yourself as innocently as possible without bursting into laughter. 

‘I can’t believe you’d do that.’ He took a step forward, nearly closing the gap between you. The presence of his body, so close to yours, almost touching, reverberated off of you with warmth, and suddenly, you felt the breath you had taken to be stuck in the back of your throat. ‘Did you not listen to anything I just said?’ His breath was hot against your skin, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was a direct source of the skip in your heart. 

‘Of course I did.’ You ignored the fast beating of your heart and the feeling like it might just burst out of your chest as you took him by the arm to give you some space and let you slide down the counter back onto your feet. ‘Something about experience and…’ you slid out from between him and the counter, and as you did so, swooped by the bowl of mousse with your finger one last time. ‘I forgot what else.’

‘You are unbelievable,’ Sanji reached for your hand, but you were quicker and manoeuvred around him and from his arm’s reach. Taunting him with the mousse, you walked around the work counters, and he, happily playing along, followed suit. 

Like children, you ran around the kitchen, with him not far behind you, trying to catch you until he finally did, picking you up by the waist. Unintentionally, a squeak of a shriek came out of you, followed by both your laughs. You kept on laughing until you heard something outside the door. Heavy footsteps, freezing you both in your place until they moved on by. That is when you noted the time. Hours past midnight.

‘Are we even allowed to be in here at this time?’ You whispered as if the person who had walked by would suddenly be able to hear you.

‘Of course,’ Sanji said with confidence, but his expression juxtaposed this with signs that you could only read as “absolutely fucking not.” chances were that if you were caught in the kitchen at this time of night, you would be shot on the spot by, what did Sanji call him, the old shitbag.

But before you could run away in fear of getting caught, it was Sanji’s turn to take you by surprise. As you stood in his arms, he leaned in and wrapped his mouth around your finger, sucking all the chocolate right off. You could feel his tongue move down your knuckles and back up until he released it, leaving you stunned and wide-eyed. 

‘I thought it’s rude to eat a dish before it’s done,’ you managed to sputter out. 

‘So you did listen,’ he smiled, ‘but you might want to know that a good cook always tastes their dishes in the process, and that… was delicious.’

‘Are you always this humble about your cooking?’ Your heart was basically in your throat at this moment.

‘Wasn’t talking about the food,’ his tone was deep, sultry, as he leaned closer. ‘But care to give me another taste?’

Your breath was officially hitched in your throat, unable to breathe properly, as you stared at him, body flooding with heat and need for him. As words escaped you, you nodded lightly and leaned in as he did the same, meeting your lips in the middle with a kiss.

As soon as it happened, his arms found their spot on your side as you fastened yourself on his shoulders. It was nothing like you expected it to be. For a man spending his entire nights and days in the kitchen, he felt nothing like it. You could smell the cologne, taste the cigarettes and the fresh mint he used to conceal the former. His tender but firm touch held you in your place as he pressed closer.

There was a force to it, but nothing that you didn’t feel in yourself to copy as the need for him boiled deep inside you. 

Your hand moved slowly up to his cheek, over to his hair at the nape of his neck.

One of his hands, in the meantime, had found your thigh, pulling it up over his leg as he squeezed your soft flesh, but before giving you a chance to even react to this new position and all its implications, Sanji moved.

Pulling apart, leaving your lips to be the last piece he detached from as he kept your bottom lip between his teeth lightly, he apologised, ‘Excuse me for a moment.’ because while you might have forgotten all about the world around you, he had still been keeping track of the tartelettes that were baking down in the oven. 

He pulled the tray of pastries out with a white tea towel, practically throwing it down on the counter, discarding it with a metal clang.

‘Now we wait for them to cool,’ he explained as he got back to you.

‘And what were you planning on doing in the meantime,’ you pulled him back in by the blue ascot tie. 

With his lips ghosting over yours, he half-whispered, ‘I might have a few things in mind,’ and with it, kissed you again. While the kiss itself was not much different, with that same intensity and passion running through both of you as before, now you were very much aware of what was to follow. If it wasn’t your need that spurred you on, then it was Sanji and his eagerness. Despite his chef’s uniform and the navy apron, you could feel him grow harder against you as the kiss continued. A moan escaped you as his lips travelled down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses one by one until he reached a spot that was more sensitive than others. The simple touch sparked a fuse inside you.

As he continued playing with your sensitive skin, he led both your bodies to one of the empty tables at the side of the room, pressing you right against the edge and locking you in between it and him.

Without needing him to say a word, you understood exactly what you needed to do and climbed on top of the table, spreading your legs to make space for him right in the middle. 

Your dress might have hiked up slightly over your thighs, but it wasn’t enough for Sanji, who took it upon himself to pull it up. 

‘I hope you don’t mind me saying’,’ he smiled as he kissed the corner of your mouth and as his hand reached the top of your leg, ‘but I had been thinkin' about this ever since I saw you.’

‘Me too,’ you exhaled deeply, letting the confession sink in. Maybe Chosi was right after all. Now, with him out of the picture, you could admit that something had been there from the start, from the moment you caught a glimpse of the waiter cook. And if it wasn’t for all the shit that occurred that day, maybe you would have felt a twinge of guilt as you guided Sanji’s hand between your legs. If you had not shut that chapter behind you, perhaps you would have felt bad, but any insecurities of that disappeared as Sanji began to toy with your core. His slender fingers grazed slowly over your slit, putting enough pressure on it to make you arch your back in need of more. 

‘Already so needy,’ he smirked. ‘And I barely touched you.’

‘Touch me then,’ you said with gritted teeth.

‘Don’t need to tell me twice.’ His fingers moved up in pace and barely went any deeper, keeping you on the edge of satisfaction. ‘And what would madame like me to do?’ He threaded his movements, and you were growing impatient with the teasing.

‘Fuck me,’ ready to hear his next question, you added, ‘I don’t care how.’

His grin only grew wider at your words. Much to your dislike, he pulled his hand away to place both at your thighs, pressing his fingers into your skin and using that as leverage to make more space for himself in between.

‘As madame wishes.’ He spoke softly right below your ear as he descended onto his knees. 

The kiss he left over your panties already invoked a tremble through your entire body, and it only got worse from there, in the best sense. He pushed your underwear aside and took his time giving you all his attention and care. Kissing your core deeply until his nose pressed up against you. His tongue licked up your juices like a starving man until your eyes rolled back, and you felt weak. 

The table you were perched on was empty, so you only had Sanji to hold on to. At first, you reached for his shoulder, but it was just not high enough for you to find support. As you tried to look for it, Sanji reached for your hand and brought it up to the side of his head for you to tangle your fingers in his light locks. Before you even managed to grab onto them, simply letting your nails trace over his hair, you felt the vibrations of his moans strike you. Another deep blow to your senses pulled you further down to the edge. Closer and closer until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your grip on his hair tightened as your breath grew sporadic. 

‘Fuck, fuck,’ you moaned, voice filled with desperation for a release, and one that Sanji would be more than pleased to give you… just not quite yet. As he pulled away from you, you deflated with the feeling of a ruined climax and the urge to pull him back to finish what he had started, but all you could do was whimper in protest. 

‘Don’t worry,’ he kissed your knee softly, ‘all in good time. I promise to take good care of you,’ and with that, he rose back up to his feet, untying his apron.

‘That was good,’ your chest still moving up and down heavily as you caught your breath. ‘Really good.’

‘It pleases me to hear that,’  he said as he threw the apron aside onto the ground. ‘And believe me, I would love to go back for seconds—’

‘Does all your pillow talk stem from restaurant jargon?’ you interrupted jokingly. 

‘You laugh, and yet you’re the one begging me to fuck you.’ God, he was so cocky, with the way he stood there in front of you, his head tilted sideways, and his lip turned up in a grin that told you he knew he was right. ‘So, please, let me.’ His hand was already on his belt buckle. 

There was no time or need for either of you to undress. With your dress hiked up to your hips, he already had easy enough access, and once his belt was loose, it only took a few sharp pulls for you to release him from the material restraints. 

‘You ready?’ he asked.

‘For the love of god,’ grabbing him by the arm, you pulled him in, ‘stop talking and just take me.’ You knew he was about to respond, but before he got the chance to make another absurdly silly but nonetheless flirtatious comment, you shit him up with a kiss. Just like that, the two of you melted into one another. Sanji made himself comfortable between you and let his lips wander down to your neck again, to that one spot he found that drove you crazy. 

He kept kissing your neck as he finally slid into you. The two feelings made your body go weak, melting you into a puddle of burning nerves as he spread your walls and filled you up perfectly. 

First, he moved slowly, but with each thrust, he sped up more and more, putting more force into it until you were both shaking with ferocity, and the table underneath you scratched over the planks it stood upon. The sound of the tortured floor was the only thing covering up both your moans and that of the messy skin-to-skin contact. 

While he practically pounded into you, you reached for his hair again. There was just something about it: how messy you managed to make it with a few tugs and brushstrokes. All of it, how he acted and reacted, it was all in response to you. Just how he made you see stars with each move he made. 

‘Feels so good, fuck,’ he groaned over your shoulder as you grabbed for his, pulling him closer if possible. He had your legs pressed against his sides. He shook his head quickly, letting the hair flick out of his sight, but the attempt was poor as the lock quickly fell back over his eye despite his efforts. 

‘San–’ you moaned, ‘Sanji–’ 

‘That’s right,’ he might as well have been kissing you, so close were his lips to you, but instead, the only thing you truly felt was his hot breath on your skin as he kept going deeper and harder. ‘Gonna come for me? His voice got even deeper the longer he kept going. At the sound of it, your nails dug into his back, his striped shirt being the only thing saving him from possibly some nasty scratches, but it seemed to only spur him on more. ‘I–’ you gasped out as you felt him hit the deepest part of you.

‘Yeah?’ 

‘I’m close, fuck.’ the pit in your stomach tightened, your muscles strained as you tried to hold on to that feeling of pleasure he brought over you. The tension built up like a band being pulled tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment; he had you in his grip, waiting to let go of you at the exact right time. All you needed was that touch, just the right one in the right spot. 

You could feel it all. Could feel just how close he was himself as his thrusts got sloppier, and his breathing grew heavier and rougher between his words. ‘Yeah, c’mon. I know you can do it. Come all over my cock. ‘’s gonna feel so good, I promise you.’

The encouragement might not have been necessarily what did it. It was more like a concoction of things that all led to this precise moment when ecstasy overtook your body and washed over you like a hot flash. Sanji was not far behind you, riding his high as he ensured you got to yours. His movements slowed down as you felt the cum slick down your thighs. While you both caught your breath, it became quiet once more. 

It took you a bit longer to catch up on air in your lungs, and so while you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, you heard Sanji zip his trousers back up and lightly walk across the aisle between the workstations. When you opened your eyes again, he was making his way back to you already, a handful of paper towels in his hand. 

Despite the burn you already felt in your sore muscles, you spread your legs one last time to give him access to clean you up. His soft touches to your sensitive core now were in stark contrast to what he had been doing to you moments ago, but the cold of the damp towel brought a nice sense of comfort. 

‘You think you can stand up for me?’ he asked gently, and the little words in that tone were enough to make your heart flutter. 

‘Yeah, I think so.’ You said, but that was quickly proven wrong when your knees buckled almost immediately when your feet touched the ground. It was only because of the way that Sanji held your arm that you had not completely toppled over. 

‘Woah, alright.’ He smiled, never letting go of you, ‘How about we just sit for now.’ Slowly, he guided you to sit on the ground, back against a cabinet. ‘Water?’ 

You nodded in agreement. The question had made you realise just how parched you were.

‘Still, sparkling, mineral?’

‘Surprise me.’ You said through a tired smile at the reference to how he waited on you earlier, but moments later, you reminded yourself of your preference, ‘just not sparkling! It just tastes foul.’ 

‘Anything but sparkling water, coming right up.’ He moved around the room to pour you some surprise water, and while he did so, you pressed your face into your hands, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Less than 12 hours ago, you had been walking up the deck, arm in arm, with your good-for-nothing boyfriend, soon-to-be fiance. Now you sat on the ground of a restaurant kitchen, with no idea where said–now ex–-boyfriend was in the world, coming down from one of the best orgasms you had ever received… all by the hand of a stranger. A handsome stranger at that. One that you could imagine seeing much more of in the future, but it was all just too silly. 

And you were tired. And hungry. 

‘Voila,’ Sanji appeared in front of you with impeccable timing, a large ice-cold looking glass in one hand, filled with ice cubes and cucumber, and two plates in the other hand. The rose and chocolate meringue tartes look particularly inviting. ‘Thought you might finally want to try one,’ he said as he handed you a plate and fork.

‘I swear, you’re a godsend.’ No matter in how much need you were of a drink, the sight of the dessert made your mouth water. 

‘Ah, just a little something sweet for—’

‘If you’re going to say what I think you’re going to say, I will shove this tarte in your face.’ One could only endure so much of this sappy flirting, even if you found it very endearing. Sanji shut his mouth and sat beside you, poking his fork into his portion.

The two of you ate quickly but still took enough time to appreciate the flavours that oozed out of the pastry and its filling. The moan you made as it all reached your tastebuds might have been more pornographic than any sound you made while he had been deep inside you. 

‘Mmm, this is delicious,’ you said through another bite. The praise brought a huge smile to the cook’s lips. ‘Seriously, thank you. For everything.’

‘It’s been my pleasure,’ he spoke in a way that almost made you think he was getting shy on you. That felt unlikely, but you let him process it all for a moment as you kept eating. 

Only once you had eaten everything off your plate did you ask your next question of the evening. ‘How did you know I would like this?’

‘It’s a chef’s best trait,’ he pulled the fork out of his mouth with a pop, ‘to be able to read their customers well. To be able to tell what they like or dislike; to know them better than they know themselves.’

‘But how?’ With intrigue, you moved closer to him. He had been leaning against the same cupboard as you, one of his knees raised up and an arm hanging casually over it. His hair was still messy, falling over his eye. ‘How could you tell I would enjoy this specific dish?’ 

The one unobstructed eye fell over you, looking up and down over your body as his mischievous smile reappeared. ‘It felt fitting.’

‘How so?’ You blinked, confused as to what he meant.

‘Sweet, decadent and hot; what’s there not to like? I mean—’ he leaned in over his arm to kiss you, feather-light. Then, he hummed as he pulled back. ‘It is an absolutely divine combination.’

Your cheeks burned up for what felt like the millionth time that evening, and you could not dare keep looking at him as he stared down at you with that innate hunger. That kind that could only be filled with one thing, and it just so happened to have wholly exhausted you. 

‘Is this still all part of that special of yours?’

To this, Sanji shrugged, ‘Depends.’

‘On what?’

‘On how long you want to keep me around.’ He scraped some leftover mousse from his plate, licking it off his fork.

‘I think for a while,’ you admitted. Yeah, you definitely hadn’t had enough of him yet. 

‘Well, then there’s so much more I can do for you, madame.’

the end

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Can you write Sanji x reader x Law not separately and non poly. Just them both liking her and fighting for her attention but she doesn't realize

characters: black-leg sanji, trafalgar d. water law

content warning: fem!reader, r being dense since she can’t read through their words / actions, fluff i guess? not proofread ofc.

a/n: i’m truly sorry for being so slow, but i’m having it rough irl & i’m not able to write as much as i’d like. i hope you’ll enjoy it even though it’s something quite short.

sanji would pour his heart in every meal, of course. he’d be always cooking something for you — just for you.

law has some hard time expressing his feelings, so he’d just be there and show his interest through acts of service.

you can’t reach something? law suddenly appears behind you to help. you’re fighting and for some reasons need assistance? yeah, law’s gonna be there (much to sanji’s annoyance).

now, this situation has been going on for almost a month. no, they don’t give up. no, you’re totally unaware of what’s going on. yes, it stresses them out.

sanji starts doubting his methods, not even contemplating the idea that you don’t understand what he’s doing.

on the other hand, law realises he’s been falling for a person similar to luffy (he knows how to be dense most of the time, let’s not lie).

what’s new is that law and sanji find themselves fighting for your attention more and more, often ending up bickering right in front of you and it leaves you utterly confused because well, law is usually calm and stoic.

but you shrug it off saying that there’s no need to fight and whatever it is, you’re it will solve itself (:

sanji would stare at you in disbelief while law simply stood there, once again questioning how the hell he fell for someone like you.

robin, our sweet robin, of course she would try to make you understand the situation a little, but you quickly brush it off saying things like:

“that’s impossible! i’m sure you’re imagining things and they’re just messing with each other for some reason. you know the stress of the alliance, dealing with luffy, planning stuff, etc.”

“you’re all wrong, robin. they’re not fighting over me,” with that nervous laugh, y’know.

i guess now, since you opened your eyes a little, who’s gonna win your heart . . hehehe.

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