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– Burning with obsession

Yandere Sanji x Male Reader

Summary: You're not sure if you even feel safe with your boyfriend Sanji anymore, and you're very concerned with his behavior with you.

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The Going Merry rocked gently on the waves, the moon casting a silver glow over the deck. You stood alone, leaning on the railing, lost in thought. The sea was calm tonight, yet something felt off—a strange tension in the air that you couldn’t quite place.

“Y/N, you’re out here late”

Came a voice, soft and smooth, but with an undercurrent of something that sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Sanji”

You greeted, trying to keep your voice steady as the cook approached. You could feel his presence behind you, closer than usual, the warmth of his body almost palpable. He had always been attentive, but lately, his attention felt more intense, more suffocating.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone”

Sanji said, his voice dripping with concern as he moved beside you.

“Anything could happen, and I wouldn’t be there to protect you.”

You glanced at him, trying to read his expression. His usual charming smile was in place, but his eyes—the way they locked onto you with an almost predatory focus—made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

“I can handle myself, Sanji. You don’t need to worry about me so much.”

His smile faltered for a brief second, and then it was back, wider, almost forced.

“But I can’t help it, Y/N. You mean so much to me. The thought of something happening to you… it drives me crazy.”

You swallowed hard, the word “crazy” echoing in your mind. Lately, Sanji had been growing more possessive and more insistent on being near you. It was flattering at first, but now it was starting to feel like too much, like he was always watching, always there.

“Sanji, I appreciate your concern, but I need some space,”

You said, trying to put some distance between you both.

“You’re always looking out for me, but it’s… it’s overwhelming.”

Sanji’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you saw something in them that made your blood run cold—something obsessive, something dangerous. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual adoring gaze.

“I’m sorry, [Name]”

He said, voice softening as he stepped closer, closing the distance you’d tried to create.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just… I care about you so much.”

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, too firm, as though he feared you might slip away.

“You’re the most important person to me. More important than anything else.”

You tried to pull your hand back, but Sanji’s grip tightened, holding you in place. His eyes bore into yours, the intensity in them making your heart pound.

“S-Sanji, you’re hurting me.”

He blinked, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his face. Then, as if realizing what he was doing, he released you, stepping back with a strained smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

You rubbed your wrist, unease settling in your stomach. The way he was acting, the way he was looking at you—it wasn’t right.

“Sanji, I think you should get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Sanji’s smile remained, but there was a glint in his eyes that made your skin crawl.

“Of course, Y/N. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against your cheek in a gesture that felt more like a claim than a kiss.

“Sleep well, my love.”

As he walked away, disappearing below deck, you exhaled, realizing you had been holding your breath. Something was very wrong, and you knew you needed to be careful. Sanji’s affection had crossed a line, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

That night, as you lay in your hammock, the memory of Sanji’s eyes lingered in your mind, and for the first time since you being his boyfriend, you didn’t feel safe.

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This yandere oneshot delves into a more intense and unsettling version of Sanji. :D I tried my best, lol. Did u like it? :3

day 21 ; spitroasting

↠ roronoa zoro x reader x vinsmoke sanji

fandom: one piece word count: 2.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, caught in the act, jealous!zoro, possessiveness, spanking, praise, blowjob, face fucking, gagging, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, cum marking, cum eating, creampie, aftercare, some unintentional homoerotic subtext if you squint

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Grunts and skin slapping together are the only sounds in the room as Zoro fucks into you from behind.

Your arrangement with him was as simple as it could be, whenever the two of you were stressed, and whenever the other crew members were occupied, you would fuck. It was a lot easier than trying to pick up strangers from whatever bar you could find everytime you guys docked at a new town. The last time that happened, you may or may not have brought back someone that had a hidden vendetta against Luffy, and it resulted in yet another fight aboard the Going Merry.

Oh well. Mistakes happen.

You moan into the pillow beneath you, doing your best to conceal your sounds of pleasure. You were in Zoro’s bed, as all of the crew were out exploring the newest town

Despite that fact, it never hurts to be too careful. 

And indeed, you were right. Because not even a minute later, you hear the door to the men’s quarters open and you gasp in surprise. You involuntarily clench around Zoro, making him hiss as you both turn to see who walked in.

Sanji stands in the doorway, jaw dropped and suit jacket halfway off his body.

Zoro turns to maneuver the bed sheets in a way that covers your body from Sanji’s eyes. You could tell that the cook was staring at you, just by the way his eyes completely avoid your gaze and he looks upward as a blush rises to his cheeks. He looks cuter than ever in that moment, and maybe it's because you have a dick inside of you at that very moment, but you desperately want to fuck him to see what other reactions you can get out of him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Zoro growls out. The hand that was splayed across your hip tightens in anger the longer Sanji stands there. “Fucking scram.”

You could tell by his initial embarrassment that Sanji was planning on leaving, but Zoro’s reaction has him heated up, and you know that neither of them will let the other have the last word.

You roll your eyes and get settled in, waiting for the argument to begin.

Sanji tsks at Zoro, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “Putting her in such a degrading position like that, it’s a wonder she stays with you.”

“She stays with me ‘cause I fuck her right every time. Not like she’d have the same experience with you.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve never gotten a single complaint about my performance in the bedroom!”

“Yeah, right. Like she’d ever go for you when she has me here.”

“A-actually,” you speak up for the first time during their spat. Both men turn to you, Sanji with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and Zoro, who’s glare seems to scream don’t you dare, as if he knew exactly what you were going to suggest.

“Sanji,” you swallow, hoping you’re not making a mistake, “you should join us.”

“Join—?” He chokes on his spit, and you can see the way his cheeks turn red from his blush. 

“Please?” you put on a classic pout that you know will make Sanji weak in the knees.

Hook, line, and sinker.

He scratches the back of his neck, feigning concession. But you can see the tent in his pants that is clear as day. “If you insist, madam.”

“Madam,” Zoro mutters from behind you, mocking Sanji’s choice of word. You kick at the back of his leg in warning.

Sanji approaches you in the front of the bed (staying as far away from Zoro as possible, you notice) and stares at you hesitantly. You motion him closer, and begin palming his erection through his pants. He moans softly, his hips subtly bucking into your touch.

Zoro, having enough of your attention pulled away from him, begins to thrust back into you from behind. The sudden movement has you moaning, and the force of it pushes you right into Sanji’s crotch.

The ship’s cook grabs your hair by the root and keeps you in place with one hand as he uses his other to undo his pants and free his cock from its constraints. His hard erection springs out, hitting you in the face, and without any prompting you stick it in your mouth, sucking on it furiously.

You bob your head up and down, swallowing him all the way down to the root. You swirl your tongue around the head, and Sanji’s grip in your hair tightens as he groans from the sensation.

“Better not make any noises over there, cook,” Zoro says. “I was planning on finishing.”

Sanji’s response comes back within a second. “I can’t help it when your woman is giving all her attention to me.”

You don’t even need to be looking at Zoro to know what his reaction is to that—you can just picture the glare that he gives Sanji as he slaps your ass and ruts his hips into you more.

The force of his cock filling you to the brim has you moaning around Sanji’s cock as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hands grip the sheets below you as you make a feeble attempt to stabilize yourself as you lay helpless between the two men who use your body for their pleasure.

Zoro does his best to ignore Sanji and occupies himself with grabbing the flesh of your ass and spreading you open wider than before. He bullies his cock deep inside of you, and the bulbous head reaches parts of you that have your vision going blurry and your mind going numb, only able to focus on how much he fills you up.

“You see this?” Zoro motions to you, and the way your body shakes in pleasure from his cock thrusting deep with you. “This is all ‘cause of me. You couldn’t make her feel even half as good.”

As you look up at Sanji through your teary vision, you can see the way his eyes narrow at Zoro’s fighting words. Suddenly your nose is pressed up against Sanji’s pubic bone, his cock stuffed all the way down your throat, you cough and gag around him, spit dribbling down the sides of your mouth yet he doesn’t relent.

He has one hand entangled in your hair at the scalp, and the other moves to wrap itself around your neck, gripping it lightly, feeling the imprint of his cock on your throat as he fucks it in and our of your mouth.

You moan around him, relishing in the sensation of fullness that you’re getting inside of you from both ends. Your hands move to grasp onto Sanji’s thighs and you suck down as much as you can on his cock, gagging as his cock reaches as far as it could possibly go within your mouth. Tears start to stream down your face now at the way he pounds himself all the way to the back of your throat.

Sanji looks down at your reaction, and then up at Zoro with his trademark smirk. “Seems like she’s too occupied enjoying my cock down her throat.”

Both men are relentless in trying to prove themselves, and you’re on the receiving end of it. It seems as though you’re never going to catch a break between the two of them. They constantly try and one up each other, with each new action or technique they try on you has you edging closer and closer to your eventual orgasm.

The final straw is when Zoro, through his relentless ruts into you, begins to stick his thick fingers inside of your pussy as well, curling them up in the perfect spots where he knows you’ll fall apart.

And you do. You attempt to pull a hand back and slap him against his arm to warn him or your incoming orgasm, but Sanji’s grip in your hair remains as solid as ever and you don’t have enough strength to pull yourself back.

Your arms flop to your side, weak and useless, the two men being the only things holding your body up now. Your screams of pleasure are muted around Sanji’s cock, but the vibrations from it have him groaning nonetheless.

Your orgasm comes like a colossal wave, crashing down onto you with so much pain and pleasure it becomes too overwhelming to bear. Your whole body goes rigid as you climax. Your pussy clenches like a vice around Zoro’s cock, and your mouth tightens around Sanji. The two men groan in unison as your release washes over you, squirting juices all over yourself and Zoro, who you can hear laughing (and probably mocking Sanji) from behind you.

Neither man lets you rest after your orgasm, though. They both continue to fuck you with intense vigor, as if it’s their dying wishes. It’s Sanji who finally folds first and cums, doing so by holding you by your hair as he smashes your face all the way to the base of his cock. His groans are loud and continuous as you suck down on him furiously, swallowing the jets of cum that shoot out of him. 

A mix of your saliva and his cum leave the sides of your mouth as you do so, causing you to make a mess of his cock, slobbering all over it as he guides your head up and down.

“Fuck, so good for me,” he mutters out with his jaw clenched, just loud enough for you to hear, and you preen under the praise.

After he’s done cumming, you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue for Sanji, showing him your empty mouth from swallowing all of him. And you’re glad you did so, because based on his lovesick expression alone it looked like he was about to cream himself for a second time that night.

Zoro cums soon after, his cock throbbing harshly as he buries himself to the hilt deep inside your pussy. He tends to be quiet when he cums, save for a few grunts here and there as the jets of hot liquid pour into you. But this time, you can hear him uttering praises to you.

“That’s it baby,” is what you hear the clearest through his groans, his voice gravely and deep. “Fuck, squeezing me so tightly. Could die in this pussy.”

If you literally didn’t just have your orgasm a second ago, you probably would have cum again right then and there.

Zoro always came inside of you whenever you two fucked, insisting on going bare. You never minded it; it felt better without a condom on, anyways. But you always knew that the reason why Zoro truly did it was because he loved marking you with his cum, seeing it drip outside of your pussy whenever he finished.

The swordsman reluctantly leaves your pussy after he cums. He watches the way the excess liquid seeps outside of your pussy, which still clenches around nothing, desperately looking for his cock again. He scoops it up with his fingers, pushing it back inside of you and barks out a laugh at the way you moan pathetically and your pussy walls quiver as they constrict around the shape of him.

He takes some of the excess left on his fingers and wipes it across your ass, rubbing it into your skin.

It takes you a couple of moments for you to finally open your eyes and register your surroundings after all of that. Zoro is wiping you with a wet cloth, and you see Sanji coming back in with a glass of water and a snack he no doubt whipped up quickly, then and there.

Once you’re finally calmed down from the overstimulation and cleaned off from all of the stickiness, you roll back into Zoro’s bed with a sigh collapsing from the exhaustion. Zoro moves in next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and rubbing circles into your skin.

Sanji glances at the two of you. “Room for one more?” he asks cheekily.

Zoro glares at Sanji and his arm tightens around you. “Fuck no. Piss off.” 

He closes his eyes, and within seconds he’s snoring away, dead to the world.

You look over at Sanji and roll your eyes at Zoro’s words. Silently, you scootch over in the bed, making some room for him. You motion with your hand for him to climb in, and he does so gladly, nestling himself into your body. With Zoro’s arm around you and your face resting in the crook of Sanji’s neck, you’re able to fall asleep quickly and peacefully sandwiched between your two favorite boys, not having a single care in the world.

;; Midnight Escapades .. 

— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually ..)

>> in which sanji cheers you up.

; words ? ; 4.8k.

; warnings ? ; none.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; no.

; pairing ? ; vinsmoke sanji x reader.

; notes ; first sanji fic !!! this was chosen by the lovely folks in my discord server <3 fem terms used for reader, also sanji is toned down from straight up simp to just a hopeless romantic. fast burn ! bc i was in the mood to write romance. hope u like !!! crossposted on ao3.

    You could feel tears pooling at the edges of your eyes, a stray drop rolling down your cheek. You were so embarrassed. Your first date in ages and you’d been stood up. Sitting all alone, three drinks deep, you probably looked pathetic. Running your hands over your face, you let out a sigh, before pulling out your phone. Your last message of, ‘Hey! I’m here!’ had been read by your date, who’d apparently decided you weren’t worth their time. Dropping your phone down on the table, you picked up your wine glass, trying to decide what to do.

    While you were busy staring into the swirling depths of your wine, your waiter had stepped up to your table again. In his hand was a new bottle and a notepad, his posture relaxed as smoke from his cigarette drifted toward the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was code, but it gave him an odd, charming air that you were drawn to. His striking blonde hair covered one eye, and he had a soft smirk on his face. The small name tag on his apron read “Sanji”.

    “Ready to order now, darling?” The way he spoke was smooth and full of charisma. “Or would you prefer another refill?” He set the bottle down on the table, prepping his notepad as he readied his pen. Seeing your face drop slightly, his demeanor shifted, and his brow furrowed. 

    “Ah, no, no thank you.” You hastily wiped your tears. You didn’t need anyone seeing you cry. “Sorry, I‘ll just uhm, get the check.” You trailed off, clutching the fancy napkin in your lap. You had been so excited, dressed up a little nicer than you usually did, and had saved up your paychecks to go to a fancier restaurant, the one you were currently sat in, the Baratie. You had felt so pretty, so happy, now you felt ridiculous. Your dress seemed foolish and tacky, and you definitely looked a scene sitting alone for going on almost two hours, only asking for a refill as you hoped your date would show. 

    They didn’t. 

    The waiter, Sanji, looked confused, before he slid his notepad back into his pocket and set an elegant hand on the table. “Was something not to your liking?” He pulled his cigarette from his lips and put it out, blowing the smoke away from you. The man didn’t seem like your usual waiter, more intent and focused on you. 

    “Oh! Um, no, the wine was lovely.” Your gaze fell back to your hands folded in your lap, and you bit your lip to hide your emotions that threatened to breach the surface. “I didn’t mean to hog a table, I’m sure another group of customers could have used the seats.” You sighed, reaching for your bag and wallet. “I guess it’s what I get, huh? Choosing a fancy restaurant on a first date and they don’t even show.” 

    Sanji was taken aback for a moment, before a sudden anger and frustration filled his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. The way you sent him a wide, half-broken fake smile while you ignored the sparkles of tears that bordered your lashes sent a pang of fury through him. Who would dare to crush your hopes like this? His hand on the table curled into a fist. 

    “So you were stood up?” It was an unnecessary comment, but he was vocalizing his anger. “What kind of bastard does that to such a sweet lady.” His brows were furrowed as his voice took on a furious tone, a slight growl leaving his throat. You weren’t sure why he was so upset, you were sure that he had to deal with similar situations as a waiter for such a nice restaurant. He had been nothing but charming to you as you were waiting for your date, and now that he was showing such emotion on your behalf somewhat drew you to him. 

    You nodded slowly, fiddling with your fingers. “…It’s alright! Maybe something came up.” You fed yourself the line in the attempt to make yourself feel better. The waiter seemed to have fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll, um, get out of your way, I'll just pay for the wine.” Lowering your voice, you pulled your card out of your wallet and held it out to the waiter. With a lightly calloused hand, he gently pushed your card away. 

    “Nah, I’m not going to make you pay for this.” Sanji cracked his knuckles then began to undo his apron, untying the knot from behind his back. You looked at him in confusion. He… wasn’t going to make you pay? What kind of waiter was he? 

    “What? Why?” You stared up at him as he lay his apron on the table, holding his hand out to you. He sent you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pure innocence and excitement. 

    “I don’t make a habit of disappointing ladies like yourself. I think that bastard has made you suffer enough on your own tonight, what kind of man would I be if I burdened your wallet as well?” His voice was airy and light, and he seemed to have good intentions. You stayed seated, more confused than anything. “C’mon.” 

    Sticking your wallet back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “Are you.. quitting? What’s going on?” You asked, still unable to really get a read on the situation. He’d taken off his apron, did he decide to quit because you got stood up? It made no sense. 

    “Oh no, not at all. I just figured I’d offer a lady such as yourself a better evening than having to dwell on being stood up.” You took his hand, standing and gently dusting off your dress. “I’m technically the sous chef here, but I was standing in as a waiter due to lack of staff.” He shrugged, steadying you as you gathered yourself. With a soft smile you went along with it, welcoming a distraction. You knew to be wary of strangers, but the man in front of you seemed genuine and harmless. 

    Making sure you had all of your things, you let him lead you away from the table. “Oh. That makes sense, I suppose.” You decided not to think too hard on it. The waiter was attractive and warm with his actions, and you’d found yourself drawn to him from the moment you had sat down. 

    He flashed you a dazzling smile, before stopping by the kitchen. Pausing, he raised his voice enough for the chefs in the kitchen to hear him over the ruckus of their cooking. “HEY OLD MAN! I’M LEAVING EARLY!” Sanji shouted, making sure you were out of the way so he wouldn’t be yelling at you. 

    “NO THE HELL YOU AREN’T, YOU BRAT!” A loud, brash voice answered, and Sanji just sent a middle finger towards the kitchen, not bothering to respond. You didn’t know how to react, before you held a hand over your mouth to suppress a light giggle. You never expected the gentlemanly chef to have such a harsh side to him. 

    “You won’t get fired if you shout like that?” You questioned, amused. In an instant he turned back to you, lightly gripping your hand and leading you to the front of the restaurant. 

    “Probably not.” He shrugged, taking your hand and giving you a light-hearted twirl before moving to hold the front door open for you. “The chef’s like my old man, he’s too soft-hearted to kick me out.” You hadn’t noticed before, but Sanji wore a black double-breasted suit with the sleeves rolled up, something that made him seem endlessly elegant. His gaze was fixed back towards the restaurant as you stepped out, and you took the chance to really look at him. 

    His jaw was sharp and angled, and his dark goatee seemed to fit him perfectly. The eye that wasn’t covered by his fluffy blonde hair was a lovely steel blue, sparkling and intelligent. His brow had an interesting spiral to it at the end, something that intrigued you in the fact that it suited him. His arms were strong and seemed toned, his hands calloused from what you now knew was likely years of experience in the kitchen. 

    He turned his head to you, and you quickly spun away, giving him a small thank you as you stepped out onto the street. The lights of the Baratie glowed behind you, the elegant sign above the front door bright and inviting. There weren’t too many people out since it had grown pretty late, the sky fading to shades of dusk and early night. There was a slight chill in the air and you bundled into yourself to fight off the cold. 

    After noticing your minuscule shiver, Sanji had pulled off his suit jacket in an instant and laid it over your shoulders. “Would hate for a darling like you to catch a cold.” He nodded, resting his hand hesitantly on your lower back. His gesture was welcome, and you weren’t about to reject the warm jacket, but now you worried about him. 

    “Won’t you be cold then?” You asked him with a gentle smile. 

    With a shrug, he gave you a comforting smile. “I’d much rather freeze than allow a lady to shiver.” He nodded, his chivalry shining through with everything he did. Though he was basically a stranger, you felt like you could trust him. Speaking of, he seemed to realize in that instant that he didn’t know your name, and made a show out of asking. 

    With a flourish, he had bowed to one knee in front of you, holding one hand in your grasp as if he was about to propose to you. “Please excuse my incorrigible manners my lady, but may I have the honor of knowing your name?” He was staring up at you like you were made of stars and jewels. 

    You laughed, and urged him to stand, giving him your name. Even just the knowledge of your name seemed to make him elated. He spun, clasping his hands together as he endlessly mumbled affectionate praises. 

    “A lovely name for an even lovelier lady!” He cheered, his attitude much different from when he was arguing with the head chef of his restaurant. His nature, however silly, did lighten your mood. Sanji seemed to glow with glee as you lit up with a smile, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as his compliments struck you. 

    His compliments never seemed to cease, and they began to fluster you thoroughly. It went from subtle ones, like “I’m sure you were out of that damn bastard’s league anyways.” to, “The way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight reminds me of dew in a king’s garden, like jewels in the most extravagant of treasuries.” At this point your stomach was roving with butterflies, and you honestly had never felt prettier. Sanji had a way of speaking that made you feel like the only woman on earth. 

    “How about we go grab a coffee?” He offered, sure that it would warm the two of you up. It was late, but the night could still be considered young. You didn’t have work the next day and could sleep in if you wanted to, and you didn’t think you were quite ready to cut your evening with Sanji short just yet. Though his jacket was offering you a well of warmth, the tips of your fingers were beginning to feel frigid. In a burst of confidence, you reached for your companion’s hand, slipping into his grasp sheepishly. 

    “Yeah. That sounds good to me.” You responded with a short nod, becoming more comfortable with the idea that this was a date. Sanji seemed as though he was going to pass out, the combined feeling of your smaller hand tucked neatly into his alongside your soft voice sounding pleasant and happy hit him like a truck. With his free hand he slapped a hand over his face and turned away from you, a heavy flush over his pretty boy features. His mind was racing and he struggled to calm himself down, taking deep breaths to still his pounding heart. 

    Sanji managed to relax, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Regaining his dignity, he shot you a dazzling smile that sent your head spinning. He led the way down the street, shortening his strides to match yours. His hand was warm and strong in your grip, something that definitely comforted you. Tugging on him gently, you slipped your joined hands into the pocket of his coat that was still draped over your shoulders. His cheeks were ablaze with heat, his eyes wide as his confusion slowly faded once he realized what you were doing. 

    You sent him a sunshine-filled smile, and Sanji let out a soft sigh. Managing to keep his cool, the chef just focused his eyes ahead of him. He was unsure if he would be able to form actual words if he had tried to speak. Your sweet nature was making him melt, and he hadn’t even known you for more than an hour. He had ultimately decided that he’d made a good decision choosing to take you out to cheer you up. 

    The two of you spoke back and forth, conversation flowing easily as you made your way to the small but picturesque coffee shop that was still open. You ordered your favorite, something sweet, and waited patiently as Sanji ordered a simple americano. You moved to pay, but the blonde fervently declined, adding a honeyed croissant to his order before paying for the both of you. You sent him a look, but he just made another remark about how he wouldn’t be a true man if he let a lady pay for her own order. 

    It didn’t take long for the barista to make your drinks, and soon you had your hands wrapped firmly around the base of a styrofoam cup, enjoying the warmth your drink offered. Sanji took a sip of his americano and let out a satisfied exhale, content with the taste. You blew softly on the steam that rose from yours and waited for it cool before closing your eyes to revel in the sweet flavor. 

    “Good?” Sanji questioned, something in him a bit disappointed that you no longer had the need to hold his hand to keep warm. 

    “Mhm! It’s always good, every time I order it.” You nodded, your breath making small clouds in the chilly night air. Leaning further into Sanji’s coat, you sent him a look, curious about the croissant he had purchased. “To be honest, I didn’t peg you as a pastry kind of guy.” You gave a short, soft laugh as the two of you began walking again, off to an unknown destination. 

    “Oh? Everyone likes pastries, angel.” He grinned wide and gleefully, sending you a smirk. He took the mentioned treat out of the little paper bag the barista had given him and split it evenly, offering half to you which you graciously took. The flaky pastry all but melted on your tongue and it caused you to hum with delight. “See?” Sanji took his own half and savored the sweet honey, pondering thoughtfully for a moment. 

    “I guess so.” Shrugging, you paused for a moment in your walk when you felt your phone buzz. Your eyes widened when you read a text from your date, and you had to tighten your grip on your coffee for fear of accidentally dropping it. 

    ‘im here. wru?’

    Sanji must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor because he stepped a little closer to you, concern sparking in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t mean to read your texts, but with his short glance he had seen a text from someone who he could only assume was the bastard who had stood you up. From the look of it, he had ignored you for a good two hours, and it sent a wave of fury through the cook. What kind of person left a lady like yourself waiting for two hours? He placed a light but steady hand on the small of your back to make sure you were okay. Somehow you had felt more comfortable with Sanji during the entirety of your short walk than you had when you were messaging your date. 

    “Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, partially in an attempt to make sure you were okay, and partially because he wanted to draw your attention off of your date. That smile you had worn so happily had dropped in an instant the second you had received that text and it was beginning to make Sanji’s blood boil. You looked so divine when you were enjoying yourself, now the bastard had gone and filled your beautiful eyes with apprehension and sorrow. Sanji had never met the guy, but he knew he hated him already. 

    “Oh, uh, yeah.” You were startled out of your anxious thoughts by his gentle voice, turning to look at him. “Um, my date just said he’s at Baratie.” Your lips quirked downwards as you tried to figure out what to do. 

    Sanji furrowed his brows and gently tugged you over to a more secluded bench off the sidewalk and next to a cute little park, his hand on your back becoming more of an anchor as your thoughts began to race. Did you go back to the Baratie and pretend as if your date hadn’t left you waiting with no explanation for two hours, or did you stay with Sanji and continue the little coffee date you had found yourself thoroughly enjoying? You felt inclined to return to the restaurant, only because you had set up prior plans even if he hadn’t shown, but what you really wanted to do was stay with the charming blonde cook. Sanji had already treated you better than your date ever had, but your prior engagements still shouted at you. 

    “That bastard.” You heard Sanji mumble before he stepped a foot or two away to light up a cigarette, making sure to blow the sultry smoke away from where you had seated yourself on the bench. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder. Annoyance and anger was evident in his tone, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It took you a moment before you quietly spoke up. 

    “…Honestly, no.” You sighed, coming to a conclusion rather easily. “I just feel kind of bad about it since we did make plans and I won’t be showing up.” Your head tilted down as you messed with the styrofoam cup of coffee that you had set in your lap. You used your fingernails to make small indentations, a small frowny face soon evident in the cup’s exterior. 

    “Why would you feel bad about that? That’s what he did to you. He left you hanging for hours, and he thinks he can just show up now? It’d be perfectly reasonable to tell him to fuck off and block his number. ‘Scuse my language, angel.” He scoffed, unhappily taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his coffee cup loosely in his other hand. It peeved him enough that the guy had the balls to stand you up, but now he was back and demanding your attention. After two hours. 

    You thought over it, before nodding. “Yeah. I probably will.” Biting your lip, you took a final sip from your coffee cup before disposing of it in a nearby bin. You paced over to Sanji, enjoying the slight heat his body gave off against the cold night air. He glanced down at you and jokingly offered you a puff of his cigarette to cheer you up, but was utterly in shock when you took it from his hand and took a long drag. His eyes widened and for a split second, Sanji thought he was in love. 

    You exhaled and watched the smoke drift away, still burdened by too many thoughts. The feeling of a short nicotine rush cleared your head for a second before everything came rushing back. You made a move to take another drag, but Sanji slipped the cigarette out of your fingers before you could. “Careful, princess, these’ll kill ya.” He sent you a comforting smile, to which you sighed and returned. 

    Tugging at his tie to loosen it, Sanji shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. Your heart felt weighed down still by your date’s texts. The chef glanced over at you and tilted his head, before holding out a hand to you. You had no hesitancy in your mind when you took it, letting him lead you into the park. The usual bright colors of the neatly kept flowerbeds were dulled by the low light, everything cast in a silver glow from the bright crescent moon. 

    Humming along to some tune in his head, Sanji led you to an open part of the park, before stepping underneath the arched roof of a round gazebo. He waited until you were set on your feet before he spun you gracefully, a delighted laugh leaving your lips. His hum increased in volume as he began to lead you in a dance, skillfully stepping with you in time to an invisible rhythm. A content smirk settled on the man’s face as he held you carefully, his eyes taking in the sight of you gleefully going along with his movements. 

    The two of you danced around the gazebo, laughter filling the air as you felt pure elation building in your chest. Sanji picked up on it, a heavy blush evident on his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” His softly whispered words drew you to a halt, glancing over at his awestruck face. He seemed utterly taken aback, his eyes wide. Quickly regaining his senses, he slapped a hand over his face and leaned back against one of the short railings creating the outline of the gazebo. Embarrassment was abated in his expression, obviously he didn’t mean to speak with so much intent in such a serious tone. 

    Your heart warmed, and you could feel heat rising to your own cheeks as you stepped closer to him. “So are you.” You responded, sending him a smile that held the sun, moon, and stars. You had really never felt so attached to someone so quickly, you yearned to learn more about the man in front of you, something about him piqued your curiosity. 

    His blue eyes widened, and he pulled his cigarette from his lips to let out the sweetest laugh you’d ever heard. He ran his hand up his face and through his hair, leaning his head to the side as he rested his eyes on you. “I never expected I’d be complimented by an angel.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pushed himself up, dreading the words he was about to say. 

    The night had grown long and cold, and it was beyond midnight. He wanted to keep you well into the morning, talk about nothing and just enjoy your presence. But he could also see the tiredness creeping into your features, the small yawns you hid behind your palm. Your eyes blinked slowly, and your breaths were long and deep. Catching you on the trail end of a yawn, Sanji put his cigarette out and dusted himself off. 

    “Alright, sweetheart. It’s getting late and you’re getting tired. Can’t have you falling asleep on the way home.” He leaned over you slightly, resting his hands casually in his pockets. You gave a joking pout, before you stretched and nodded. 

    “Yeah, that’s fair.” Tucking your hands in the sleeves of his jacket, you frowned at the idea of giving it up. You’d found it more comfortable then you had expected, draping over your form. “Thanks for.. y’know.” You gestured vaguely. “Helping me out. I had fun.” You sent him a smile that shocked him to his core, and he turned his face away to hide his utter dismay at having to bring your mini date to an end. 

    “Anything for you, darling.” He managed to wink, hastily gathering his dignity. “Allow me to walk you back to your car? I assume you drove to the Baratie.” He offered you his hand. Part of the reason that he suggested walking you back was to prolong his time with you, and the other was to make sure you got back to your vehicle safely. It was late and dark, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while you were on your own and he could have made sure you were safe. 

    “Oh! Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.” You took his hand as he led you out of the park and back down the sidewalk. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your limbs. You lightheartedly swung your joined hands, making Sanji smirk down at you. You had him on cloud nine with every cute motion you made. Eventually you leaned into his side, the blonde man happily supporting you. He was thankful somewhat for the dark and your sleepiness, you weren’t able to see the dark blush across his face. 

    He carefully put an arm around you, making sure you were alright with it, before he tugged you a little bit closer. It had only been an hour or two since he’d pulled you from the Baratie on a hare-brained whim to cheer you up, but now it was the best part of his day— week, even. You had felt safe and comfortable the entire time you were with him, establishing a connection that you felt eager to explore. 

    You weren’t sure if it was the wine in your system, but nonetheless a wave of confidence flowed through you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a light, appreciative kiss to Sanji’s cheek, causing him to freeze and tense up. His fists clenched as he struggled to keep himself together, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Thank you, Sanji.” The way his name rolled off your tongue was the breaking point for him, and he pulled away, hiding his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before knocking his head back and staring up at the night sky. 

    “You’re something else. I think you might be the death of me when I take you out again.” He chuckled to himself, his romantic nature setting loose as he had already made plans in his head to take you on a proper date. 

    “When you take me out again?” Sanji glanced over his shoulder at your words, his eyes growing wide as a sheepish grin stretched over his face. You definitely weren’t against the idea. 

    A sunshine-filled smile lit up your expression, and the chef felt internally relieved when he realized he hadn’t spooked you off. Regaining his confidence, he bowed with a flourish, sending you a teasing wink. 

    “Of course, I’d like to take you on a proper date, angel, if you’d let me.” 

    “I’d like that a lot.” 

    The two of you shared gleeful expressions as you neared the Baratie, content in the glow of each other. Sanji brought you to the front door then followed you to your car, leaning on your window once you’d rolled it down. He looked picturesque, his strong arms rested on the frame while his face was accentuated by golden streetlights and silver moonlight. He sent you a charming smile before suddenly remembering to ask for your number, to which you laughed and obliged. He sent you a short text to make sure you had gotten his number in return, and you saved his number to your contacts. 

    “I had a nice time. Thank you for the coffee.” You nodded, leaning back into your seat as you admired the way the soft breeze shifted his fluffy hair. You hated to leave, but he probably had to help close up, and you didn’t want to keep him long enough to become a nuisance. You satisfied yourself with the thought that you’d meet up again. 

    “Anytime! I’m glad I could help cheer you up a bit. Broke my heart seeing such a pretty thing upset.” He grinned, before giving your door a light tap and sending you a wink. He was as charming as ever. “Get home safe, alright angel?” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. You bid each other goodnight, and you drove off, watching Sanji wave you off in your rear view mirror. 

    It was only when you’d made it home that you realized you still wore Sanji’s thick suit jacket, panicking for a second before you shot him a text. 

‘hey!!!! i forgot to return your jacket!!!!’ 

    You smiled warmly at his response, clutching your phone to your chest. 

    ‘No worries, princess. You can return it on our next date ;)’

𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤!

summary: the monster trio's reaction to hearing you say their name in your sleep pairing(s): luffy x gn!reader, zoro x gn!reader, sanji x gn!reader cw: none!

luffy

it was rare, but it happened. luffy had gone off to roughhouse with usopp and chopper on the deck, leaving you with his precious hat. the responsibility was heavy on your shoulders and you barely had time to ask if he was sure before he ran in the opposite direction, laughing and looking back at you with a grin. "i know you'll take good care of it!"

that was about an hour ago, and you had done your damn best to make sure that the sacred straw hat was secure and in prime condition.

at some point though, the gentle rocking of the thousand sunny along with the overcast weather had you nodding off. you fought to stay awake, but ultimately found yourself dozing off against the railing.

with the straw hat nestled in your arms, your head rolled to the side, you slept.

luffy ended up returning to your spot a few minutes later, eagerly yelling your name until his mouth slammed shut at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully with his straw hat. he seems a little confused at first, head tilting as he looked down at you. "hm? you're tired?"

a toothy grin forms on his face as he steps closer, squatting down so he was eye level with you. the sight of his hat in your protective embrace makes him feel especially warm and he knows he made the right choice in entrusting it to you. his hand reaches for the hat, but as soon as his fingers brush against it, your hold tightens. your brows furrow and you grumble something before your face softens once more.

"no..." you mumble, bringing the hat closer to your heart. "s'for luffy... gotta...take care of it."

when he hears your 'no', he wants to pout, because it's his hat! however, when he catches the rest of your muttered words, his expression shifts into one of utter joy. a gleeful chuckle rings through the air and he can't help himself from waking you.

his arms wrap around your sleeping form and bring you in for a bone crunching hug, a yelp of surprise leaving you as you're rudely awakened. "what? what happened?" you ask, still disoriented and confused.

"nothing!" luffy responds, taking the hat from your hands and slamming it onto your head with a child-like excitement. "let's go eat!"

zoro

you had a long day, worse than usual. stressed out and in need of some time to yourself, you made your way up to the crow's nest where you plopped down onto one of the workout benches. your ever racing mind, plagued with what ifs and unnecessary worry, eventually settles down enough for you to fall asleep as you turn onto your side and doze off.

a while later, zoro heads up there to do some training.

when he noticed you sleeping, zoro simply shrugged and headed towards some dummies so he could practice his three sword style. clearly you were just napping, and he wasn't going to interrupt or tell you to get out.

he gets a few hits in, deliberately making his stabs and swings a tad quieter in a bid to respect your sleeping arrangement, when he suddenly hears his name being called. thinking that he had been too loud, he sheathes his swords and lets out a disgruntled sigh. he could only be so quiet as he trained, and he assumed that you were gonna chew him out for waking you.

however, when he turns, he sees that your eyes are still shut. not only that, but your brows are furrowed and your once neutral expression is twisted into one of slight fear. he takes a few tentative steps toward you, unsure of how to handle whatever it is that's happening.

your breaths quicken. "stop it..." you whine, your body tensing slightly as you curl further in on yourself. "zoro... help..."

his brows shoot up in surprise when his name tumbles past your lips, heat creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears. he feels awkward and out of place, though he can't deny the fact that he's flattered and a bit satisfied that, even in your sleep, you count on him to protect you.

he clears his throat, gaze sweeping across the crow's nest to make sure it was empty before hesitantly reaching a hand out. "oi, i'm here." he begrudgingly and affectionately grumbles, pink dusting his cheeks as his hand settled atop your head. "quit whinin'."

your response is almost immediate, your breaths evening out and your expression softening. he scowls and looks away, not believing that this was happening. yet, as he gets back to training, he makes sure to keep an ear out for you, occasionally talking to your sleeping self just so you could hear his voice. 

sanji

you didn't mean to fall asleep in the dining room.

something had you feeling restless, so you took it upon yourself to make a cup of tea before sitting at the dining room table to enjoy it. you didn't expect the tea to be so effective, yet here you were, arms crossed on the table and your cheek squished against the wood.

before the sun had a chance to peek over the horizon, sanji was up and preparing to head to the kitchen. with some extra plates and utensils in his hands that he brought from storage, he made his way down to the dining area.

when he notices you slumped over the table, his expression morphs into one of surprise and then to worry. he's quick to set down the silverware and make his way towards you, about to ask you what was wrong when he noticed your even breaths and peaceful expression.

ah, you were just sleeping. his eyes shine with amusement and admiration, his fingers twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch you. instead, he focuses his attention on your mug, his hand curling around the handle before bringing it up to his nose to take a quick inhale. the scent of chamomile and passionflower have him letting out a soft exhale of approval.

"you're gonna have to give me the recipe for this one, mon cher." he smiles, taking a step back to head to the kitchen.

then, he hears it. a tired huff, as if you were debating with someone in your dream. "no... it's sanji... s'the best chef" you sleepily argue. "s'the best food... ever."

oh, he just melts. his head feels so light from your praise. he practically floats back to you, hearts in his eyes as he fights to keep his tone quiet. "mon cher, do you really like my food so much that you dream about it?"

he continues to swoon over your sleeping self, his spirit light, when the sound of your grumbling stomach echoes throughout the dining hall. the blond is torn between waking you and preparing you something to eat.

he bends down slightly until he's at your level, before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. his free hand plucks the cigarette from his lips and he gently brings his mouth to your ear, lightly saying your name. "what's your favorite breakfast?"

a happy, genuine smile forms on his face when you actually mumble out an answer. when you wake up and your favorite breakfast is served on a plate in front of you, it's like a dream come true.

Starved (Sanji x GN!reader)

🍴CW: angst (with a happy ending of course 😌), swearing.

🍴Brief description: after several days spent unconscious in the infirmary, reader sneaks into the kitchen where they get caught by Sanji who has waited for them to finally wake up.

(with honorable appearances of the other strawhats ✌️ didn't plan to include anything like that?..it just happened?...and I ended up liking it A LOT ahdshgajd)

Just in case: longer parts of text fully in italics like that signal flashbacks!

Enjoy!

The light flickered on.

Shit. Maybe you still had a second or two to flee before the lamp’s unsteady twinkle would turn into a blinding beam. 

There was nowhere to flee, though, with the kitchen’s exit now apparently blocked with someone roused, just like you, by nightly hunger.

Or so you hoped. You really hoped it was that. Otherwise-

The flicker steadied into a dim, orange shine of a lamp in the need of change. The fridge, the door of which you were currently holding onto with a white-knuckled, scared grip, beeped softly, signalling for you to either finally take something or leave, but not before remembering to close it.

You froze. Whoever was behind you did the same.

Shit.

It definitely wasn’t Luffy (too quiet, and for way too long), definitely wasn’t Usopp (night duty), definitely wasn’t Zoro (you would’ve already heard the confused ‘huh?’). Definitely not Nami or Chopper (they would’ve already thrown a fit, though with varying volume and apparency of worry present in their voices).

So. 

You turned around, painfully slowly. Literally painfully, your bruised ribs seemed to creak just as loud as your neck.

Sanji stood rigidly still in the doorframe with his hand on the light switch. A cigarette hung from his mouth, still burning, a single soft sigh away from falling tip-down onto the floor. Some of the ash dropped, impatient for a helping hand.

Sanji made no move. Didn’t voice any of the thousands of things flashing through his mind. His brows went up and down, again up and down again, as if fighting the shock.

It was unnerving to watch. Unsettling. Unusual.

“Uh,” your voice, hoarse from disuse, scraped on the silence, just as crudely abrupt as the lights above. “Hello. Sorry, uh, I’m- I just-”

That seemed to bring Sanji back into motion, though the starved rumbling of your stomach stiffened him again into immobility.

God. Honestly, what the hell even..

You were hungry, so hungry. Starved. First unconscious, then half-conscious but unable to consume even a tiny crumb. And now, when you finally felt alive-

“I-

“Would you like to eat?”

Huh? 

“What?” this time it was you turned immobile.

“Would you like something to eat?” Sanji repeated. His hand, previously on the light switch, moved to push the cigarette further back into his mouth.

He stepped fully into the room, detached gaze on you. Too detached for the trembling hands in his pockets.

“I,” you glanced into the creak of the fridge door where barely anything at all could be distinguished. “Yeah. Yeah, a bit. Sorry, didn’t want to intrude like that.”

And you didn’t. You really didn’t. You just couldn’t hold any longer.

You hand’t eaten for days.

Sanji nodded, his hands slipping from his pockets to roll up his sleeves.

“Allow me to serve you some late dinner, then.”

“I could just grab something really quick myself, though, I wouldn’t want to-”

“Just let me,” the look he gave you from under his hair cut you short.

Just how exposed, how vulnerable it was.

“I waited so long to do this. Please, let me. ”

You stepped away, giving him space, moving backwards, almost falling into the chair. Your stomach rumbled again.

“Please, eat this, at least. It’s just a slice of bread, very-very thin, you won’t even feel it!” Chopper pleaded with you for the tenth, twentieth, maybe hundredth time, even. You turned away to face the wall, half-lucid but still flinching at the tiny doctor’s poorly contained sobs. Someone clicked their tongue behind the door. 

You wished you could eat. Just that slice of bread. Or an orange from the basket Nami had left on the nightstand before you even came to your senses. Or that weird sweet Usopp got in some equally weird shop from the latest town you visited. You wished you could just eat. 

“…thanks.”

“No problem.”

Sanji reached into the fridge to grab a few plates, carefully sealed with food wrap. Put them on the counter, removing it from each one. Your brows went up.

“We have leftovers?”

Sanji’s hands on the wrap stilled. He turned to look at you like he’d never done before. Careful. Bewildered. Immeasurably sad.

“You could never and would never give you leftovers,” he vowed, desperate for you to hear him loud and clear. “Ever.”

You felt sorry, so sorry because you still didn’t understand.

“Extras?”

“No,” he scrunched the wrap in his fist and threw it away; took out a pan, turned on the stove, put the content of  plate into it to re-warm them, even though you now had a microwave, too, from the latest town you visited. Usopp told you. At least you believe it was him, real him and not a dream or hallucination.

“It's the microwave the Gol D. Roger himself used! ” Usopp declared first with his chest puffed out, then deflated slightly from uncertainty after a moment. “At least the shopkeep told me so. But he seemed reliable, so there is no way it was made up! And it was pretty pricey, too, so there’s just no way it couldn’t be Rogers! ”

You didn’t answer, giving him the opportunity to carry on; you couldn’t have even if there was something to add or interject with. Just like you couldn’t eat. You were half-present, half-conscious. 

To yourself. To them you were half-dead.

Sanji nudged the pan up. The contents — rice, some shrimps, some greens — flew up and landed back.

“These are yours. Your portions,” he explained. “I made them this evening.”

”We had amaaazing fish today!“ Luffy threw his hands up, wildly swinging back and forth in his seat. “That weird one Sanji got from the market. He almost fought someone for it! It’s not as delicious as meat, of course, but I understand why he was about to kick some guy to have it! If you wake up now, or next morning, there’ll still be some left maybe. But I can’t promise, it’s just sooo tasty! So you need to wake up as fast as possible! It’s some rare fish we won’t find in this sea, at least Sanji said so.”

You didn’t wake up. You didn’t even hear him. You were too deeply out. Chopper made Luffy leave. There was still that fish left for you in the morning.

There really was no fish like that in the sea you were currently crossing. Sanji wished it'd been All Blue, so he could catch a dozen for you to try after.

“Every day I prayed you would wake up,” the cook put the dish back into the plate and started re-warming the second one. “I prayed you would, and you didn‘t.But what if one of these days you suddenly were? How could I possibly leave you starved? I wouldn’t deserve to be your cook if I would let something like this happen.”

You hunched your shoulders, flinching from the shock of pain going through you. You hoped Chopper was fast asleep; you weren’t supposed to get up yet.

“Sorry I didn’t wake up earlier.”

“Thank you for waking up today.”

Sanji placed the plates on the table, sat down across from you, put out his cigarette before lighting a new one right after.

You didn’t even thank him for the meal, viciously sinking your teeth into the food, not registering the taste at all in such a hurry for satiation. 

You didn’t notice Sanji’s gaze never leaving your face, a disturbingly distant look taking over his eyes.

“The hell are you doing here?”

“Napping.”

“Didn’t know you napped with your eyes open. That a swordsman thing? So you could see your foes sneaking on you from under an infirmary bed?”

“Piss off.”

Sanji leaned on the doorframe, taking a cigarette out of his mouth to hide it behind his back. His other hand held a plate with freshly made food.

“Asleep still?”

“Yeah.”

Sanji exhaled, tapping the ash off automatically without putting much thought into the action. He wasn’t going to make another drag until he left the room. 

Zoro tipped his head. Not turning, his eyes still on your motionless form. Just like Sanji‘s. 

“There‘s no room for any more food here. I‘ll come up when there‘s need for it.”

“There’s a great chance you‘ll get lost on your way, so I‘d rather come by and check myself. ”

“Piss off. ”

“You used that already.”

“Eloquence isn‘t my priority right now,“ Zoro snapped without heat, raising a bottle of booze Sanji didn’t notice from behind his hulking, sulking form.

“I‘m surprised you know the word for it. ”

”Fuck off,“ Zoro threw over his shoulder, chugging half of the bottle‘s contents in one go. 

Sanji left, wishing the same had happened with the food he’d made for you.

You stopped short when you realised you were scrapping of leftovers off the plate. 

You gingerly lifted your eyes to find Sanji staring right back at you. Now that was just embarrassing.

“Sorry,” you murmured, wiping your mouth with a sleeve, gently pushing the plate away. “That wasn‘t very proper of me.”

“Are you still hungry?” the cook asked. The fog of thoughts barely lifted from his eyes.

You swallowed. It wouldn‘t hurt, right? You couldn‘t probably embarrass yourself more.

“A bit,” you admitted, doing everything in your power to keep looking at him. Reaching into his mind. Asking him if it was still alright.

Sanji‘s seat scraped across the floor. He got up, turned around, pushed it back with his leg.

“Wait, please. I will make something ready in a minute.”

“Sanji-kun?”

“Yes, Nami-san, my dearest?”

The redhead slipped a piece of paper across the counter. Sanji, currently preoccupied with making dinner, couldn‘t yet give it his full attention.

“What is this, Nami-san? A recipe you would like me to try? I will do anything you want, my love, but I‘m afraid I can’t check it myself right now. Could you read it aloud for me,please? If you don‘t mind, of course.”

“This can wait. It‘s not for me.”

Sanji shifted. Have you come to your senses? For how long? Were you lucid right then or was it brief?

“Not yet,” Nami admitted as if having read his very thoughts. “But I have a feeling it‘ll happen soon.”

Sanji nodded, turning back to his cooking, squeezing the pan‘s handle until it felt like it would burn through his skin to the bone.

A new plate with the treat Nami and you tried at a restaurant in that town you left a few days ago was now put before you.

“Hey,” you called with widened eyes. “Isn‘t that- How did you make it?”

Sanji didn’t answer. He went around the table, sunk to his knees before you and embraced you around your waist with shaking arms, careful not to disturb your injuries.

“Sanji?!“

”Don‘t do this,“ his shaking increased. His tears seeped through your bed clothes. “Please, never again. Don’t do this to me. Please, don’t be so reckless. Don’t do this, please, don’t do this to me again.”

You bowed you head down and hugged him closer. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his hair, caressing his shuddering back. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Promise me.”

“Promise,” you swore into the night and the days to come.

The door flew open, revealing a breathless, teary-eyed Chopper behind it. And the rest of the crew with him.

“I said I‘d come up if anything changed. Could‘ve waited, you jerks,” Zoro grumbled, a tired smirk spreading across his features as he talked.

That night the recipe from that scrap of paper was perfected through repeated servings. 

Sanji and Witch Reader doodles

Sanji x Reader: Grinding

I saw a post on tiktok say bring #dryhumping back. I think we need to bring it back to writing.

I’m coming off hiatus🫡‼️

This was written with the Live Action Sanji in mind, but any Sanji will fit the narrative.

Warnings: dry humping, semi-public/exhibitionism (but like just risky)

Your boyfriend is needy man. He’s always being overly touchy or too much in general, but it’s not necessarily a negative trait.

His hand meets your shoulder and brushes off down your arm as he alerts a zoned-out you that he made you a snack. As you snap back to reality, you realize he made you your favorite. By the time you manage to utter a thank you, he’s returned to prepping for dinner.

You think to get up and thank him with a hug or a soft kiss, but you know it wouldn’t stop there, and it feels disrespectful to let the food he made you grow cold without even taking a bite first, not to mention cold food would disappoint you too. You look down at your food, conflicted as to what to do. Settling on saying a quick thank you out loud before digging in, and doing just that.

“We’re gonna have to stop at a port soon enough. Feeding Luffy is not easy.” Sanji speaks up, chuckling. This tears you out of your thoughts, but you take a moment to respond. A moment too long, because Sanji’s face changes as he sets down the bowl he was holding as moves to stand behind your chair.

“Is something on your mind, love?” He asks, hands moving to your shoulders. He rubs them, for now, but you know he’ll go lower. If you’re being honest, you’re beginning to crave it.

As shocking as it is, having the pervert boyfriend that you do, it’s been a little while since the last time you two had some fun together. He’s usually busy in the kitchen, if he’s not the other members of the crew aren’t far behind the two of you. And with sleeping quarters being shared, you’d both be rude and indecent, in your opinion, to attempt while the others are asleep mere feet away.

You’re beginning to get antsy, but you’re reminded of where you are as a timer goes off. A timer you doubt Sanji even needs, but maybe you are distracting enough for him to need a reminder. It seems that’s the case as he lets out a soft “oh, right” and his hands recede as he swiftly moves across the small kitchen.

You huff in a newfound frustration, but he doesn’t seem to notice. After a couple of minutes, he comes back with a short apology. His hands move back to your shoulders, and within seconds he’s asking you if you want to talk to him about whatever is bothering you while his hands start to drift lower.

You consider telling him you’d rather show him, not tell, but you remind yourself you’re in the kitchen. The door doesn’t lock. His head falls to the crook of your neck as he bends down to wrap his arms around you fully. You retain control until his lips are on your neck.

Within minutes, you’ve forced him to sit in the chair so you can move to his lap, straddling it. Every kiss shared is desperate and hungry. Any breath taken has an end marked by a string of saliva, destined to be taken over by another passionate kiss that steals that breath away again. You feel a heat between your legs, like a burning sensation that only he could cool, despite feeling just as on fire as you.

Sanji’s hands are groping at your chest, kneading like he would dough. Every touch and squeeze sends electricity through your body. To dispel that energy, you feel the need rub your needy core against him. He whimpers and feeling causes him to jolt, but respond shortly after with movement of his own. You rut your hips against him like you need this feeling to live.

You briefly notice how obvious it is that Sanji can’t think straight. His mouth is open, letting out heavy breaths, and his eyes are watching where your bodies grind together. He’s practically drooling as he becomes impossibly harder.

You grind your hips down and his hands shoot up to grab at them, groans and helpless whimpers falling from his lips. It was obvious he didn’t think it through, because he looked as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to rather he’d stop you or move you himself. You ignore his hands as his minds twists to decide, instead picking up your pace.

The friction between your bodies and your clothes are making an almost vibrating sensation for you. You shudder against him as you feel pleasure beginning to peak. His breathing picks up and you feel light twitching even through his clothes shortly before he begins to beg.

“Wait, baby, please. Love, not like this— at least let m—“ but he’s quickly cut off by a more intense grinding, the friction sending him over the edge shortly before you topple over too.

“Oh fuckkk.” He moans, head falling back. You let out your own moans as you let yourself fall to just lay against him.

Humilde petición

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐃.

characters: strawhats + portgas d. ace + trafalgar d. water law

content warning: genderfluid reader (any prns), general fluff + not proofread.

a/n: hello !! this is very self indulgent, as i am genderfluid myself lol. i thought why not sharing as someone else might find comfort in this or anything, so yeah this is why we’re here — not one of my best works ngl, but as i said i mainly wrote this for myself sooo. i hope you’ll enjoy it & that you guys are having a good day <3

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘.

would tilt his head to the side and try to understand.

“you change name?”

“nope, i just use any pronouns.”

“ooh! alright. i’ll try it right now!”

“guys! [y/n] said to use all pronouns, they… look cool,” he tries, frowning a little. “and he’s the best! she’s smart,” he added then, being sure to use all of them.

is actually very attentive about it and reminds the others to use them all if they keep using the same ones.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎.

“okay. like he and she together in a phrase?”

you nod and watch him thinking about something.

“[y/n] is smart and i like his fighting style and… her face is cute?” he tilts his head to the side, waiting for your response.

“you can use they too, like… they are cute,” you suggest, smiling at him for the effort. “right, my bad darling.”

zoro is very good at switching pronouns and seems to do it without thinking >_<

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈.

“whatever my sweet darling desires! i’m gonna make him all their favourite dishes and kiss her lips and–”

you giggle and interrupt him, or else he would just keep going.

reminds the rest of the crew about changing pronouns frequently when talking about you, he wants you to feel comfortable and accepted and most importantly, yourself.

this is your family, after all.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈.

she catches on pretty easily.

uses all of your preferred pronouns, even asks you if you prefer he or she or they for the day.

i see nami getting paid by whoever keeps using the same pronouns over and over again as a punishment or sum.

she’s no joke.

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏.

super supportive !!

you know what, i think usopp would genuinely buy a pin with the genderfluid flag on it and put it on his clothes, stating proudly that his darling is genderfluid.

has not trouble using any pronouns in the same sentence.

if he knows you feel like using specific pronouns for the day, he goes on correcting whoever is talking using the wrong pronouns.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑.

would genuinely ask more about the genderfluid stuff.

because he wants to learn, and be as supportive as possible.

“i’ll try my best and use them all!”

he, in fact, did use all the pronouns.

jokes aside, he constantly reminds the crew that you use all pronouns — they’re well aware, but still give chopper the satisfaction, you know?

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍.

“oh, i’ve heard about genderfluid people.”

robin makes sure to ask you what pronouns you prefer to use from time to time.

she wants you to feel accepted and comfortable, that’s the least she can do.

avoids gendered terms if you’re more comfortable this way.

would kindly reminds to use all pronouns.

( alr, this ^ is referred to whoever is not part of the crew )

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐘.

“my [y/n] is super! they’re super! he’s super! she’s super!!”

yeah he uses them all the time.

but you can say if you prefer one in particular, don’t worry.

he would inform the others, pretty loudly.

i believe franky would be careful to use non-gendered terms, just like robin.

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊.

is a bit confused, not gonna lie.

but he’s keen to listen and learn !

uses different pronouns easily, and asks if he’s doing alright and if you’re comfortable.

i think he would avoid gendered terms too? idk . .

𝐀𝐂𝐄.

“that’s amazing! . . what does it mean?”

you have to explain better, but ace is smart he catches on quickly and goes on trying to use all the pronouns in one sentence.

reminds the whole crew that you’re genderfluid and that they should use any pronouns with you.

i genuinely think he would stick to non-gendered terms too, but would use boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever too if you want. ( hope that makes sense lol )

𝐋𝐀𝐖.

would listen seriously as you explain and come out.

“do you want me to avoid gendered terms? i can tell the others to do the same if you’re more comfortable.”

genuinely wants to create an accepting and comfortable environment for you to be yourself *cries*.

pss pss . . . law would buy a genderfluid pin too — and he has the audacity to think you wouldn’t notice.

would kindly remind the others to use all pronouns.

( this one ^, in fact, works for the crew too /hj )

i need reader to take advantage of sanji’s crush for her, like i don’t want her to get embarrassed or sum idk if that makes sense . . .

So I had an idea, idk know if you do multiple character hcs but how would the strawhats (separate and choose who you want, I know there’s many strawhats) react to their S/O being super stubborn when their unwell, they only find out they have been ill because they passed out on the ship.

Chopper just being super worried!!

I hope this can be mostly fluff but I can see some angst at the beginning, have fun!!

characters: monster trio + nami

content warning: gn!reader (they/them), mention of being sick, it’s mostly fluff i think + not proofread.

a/n: hi, thank u for the req !! i’m sorry for choosing only 4 strawhats, i hope at least one of your fav is there & most importantly that they’re at least a bit in character 😭 i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘.

i don’t think he would actually panic at first . . his brother used to fell asleep randomly so, maybe it just happened to you too?

when he’s not successful in waking you up, he calls for chopper and tells you just hit the floor and bang.

when finishes explaining what happened, luffy scolds you — maybe call you dumb for not taking care of yourself, too.

he means no harm, trust me. he’s just worried about something happening to you.

would always be close to you — more than usual, to make sure you’re doing okay and that you’re not overworking yourself.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎.

would call for chopper, explaining that you just passed out right in front of his eyes.

panics but doesn’t panic . . yeah.

chopper does panic tho.

when they find out that you neglected your own body and health out of stubbornness, first zoro lectured you and then chopper tried to be a bit gentler while explaining that it could be really dangerous.

zoro is by your side 24/7 making sure you’re recovering and you’re not sick anymore.

i believe he would start looking out for you even more, just in case you keep ignoring your health.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈.

she panics.

calls for chopper.

they panic together.

man . . nami definitely scolds you till you beg her to stop and promise you’ve learned your lesson.

chopper makes you promise you will come to him right away if you’re not feeling well.

nami would threaten you by making you pay if she catches you neglecting your health ever again.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈.

he’d call for chopper right away and try not to get in the way with his worry as the little reindeer is visiting you.

once the situation is clear, sanji would talk with you about how important it is to take care of yourself, that your health affects anything you do, etc.

would be super attentive and looking out for you.

he 100% makes sure you’re taking care of yourself.

& i also believe he would assure chopper to not worry too much because he’s here too, y’know.

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.

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.

yay! im so excited to request something! i love your writing! what about a reader who is a picky eater that sanji has a crush on, im just imaging sanji bending over backwards to try and make something they’ll eat 😭

A/N: Ahhh thanks so much anon! You're too kind ❤❤ I love writing for Sanji so much, and I'm THANKFUL I got a request like this for him, and I thought it was so much fun to think out and write! I hope you enjoy it, and thanks so much for the request!

GN!Reader

💗Fluff💗

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One thing Sanji isn’t used to is a picky eater; the rest of the crew will eat pretty much anything he serves with any of the ingredients he happens to find. It’s a little hard to be picky on a pirate ship after all. So when he realizes his crush is a little finicky about their food? He’s pretty much going to take it as a challenge—Sanji will make it a goal to make sure they’re well fed, and have a selection of food that they’ll like to eat and will be nutritious. More than anything he wants them to be happy!

He’ll talk to them often about the stuff they like to eat; maybe showing them different stuff in his cookbook to see what appeals to them or asking them if they wish to try something when they’re out shopping. He’s even more than willing to try recipes that they might’ve given them. More than anything he’s finding a way to gauge what he can feed them, what foods he should keep in stock on the ship, and if he needs to make a completely separate dinner for his crush on the days supplies are a little more limited.

Sanji always hopes they’d be willing to try whatever he’s made for dinner; but if they don’t like it? He won't hesitate to make them something completely new! And whenever Sanji makes a new dish for them to try, he’ll always make enough that if his crush doesn’t like it, he can eat it himself or give it to someone else (likely Luffy). He won’t be offended at all if they’re unhappy with the food either, it’s part of the challenge of a cook after all to make people happy with the food their served and he won’t give up!

He’s totally observant to the things they eat overall. If they make a comment about liking a certain ingredient, a flavor profile, how he cooked this particular thing? Sanji is going to take some notes, try out a few things, and see if he can combine all the things they liked into dishes that are SURE to be a hit with them! If they don’t like something? He’s going to make sure he takes note of that as well, and will be sure not to make anything with that ingredient/method for them ever again.

The moment that his crush says they like something? Sanji is going to be over the moon and so thrilled he made something they loved eating! He’ll make sure to write any recipe down that he can, go through the steps that he took to make it so it’s perfect every time for them, and will always be sure to keep the stuff he needs to make it in stock for them.

Sanji is also very good at making sure that the pantry, fridge, and storage are kept full of snacks and foods that his crush likes. He’ll shop for them as often as he can, make sure he chases Luffy away from the food so he doesn’t hog it all, and will go out of his way to make snacks and meals in advanced and store them for his crush to have for later! He doesn’t ever want to put them in a situation where they’ll have to eat something they’re uncomfortable with just to stay fed, or that they are left without any food at all. Sanji adores them and wants to be sure they’re taken care of!

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(i had no idea what to call this 😞)

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notes: @xxchaosjojoxx THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING🤞🤞 (srry this came out a bit later then I was supposed to 😞) but here yall go — may be ooc bc I haven’t written for sanji b4 :)

warnings: cringey pickup lines off of temu 😓😓 (fluff)

paring: Vinsmoke Sanji x gn!strawhat!reader (slightly directed to AFAB)

wc: 394

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As a Strawhat, you had at least come across the one-and-only love-cook on the ship that you— and many know as Sanji, who not only you, but many others had weird encounters with him; with those weird, non-amusing smirks.

“No pen, no paper, but you still draw my attention.”

“Are you socks? cause’ I think you and I could be a pair.”

“Are you lighting? Because you’re McQueen”

You found them useless and unnecessary- Sanji thinks he’s a magnet; he’s really not (note: poor sanji 😞) but you remember the couple times he’s taken this in a more wholesome way— without fawning over you; The Merry had docked at one of the recent islands your crew had went to,

“Cmon’ guys! Let’s hurry up on this island to see if we can find any meat!!!” Luffy exclaimed before dashing off into.. who knows where!

Nami let out an irritated sigh before following calmly in the direction your overly-energetic captain went off too.

A short silence followed between the crew members, before Robin spoke up with her usual tone, “I think it’s better if we all split up in duos to look for resources for the Merry.” She suggested, breaking the silence in the atmosphere with a relaxed tone.

“Right behind you, Robin.” Zoro agreed; his arms resting by his side, his gaze slightly alert before letting go of it.

“Alright then! Everyone split up into teams of two.” The reindeer chimed— “Hopefully Curly-Brow doesn’t chase any skirts while we’re doing this.” mocked the green-haired swordsman.

“Shut up, Moss-Head!” And there the banter came from, the two grown men acting like immature children

After a minute of their head-to-head verbal fight, nobody bothered and left the scene, you decided to stay but Zoro left the conversation; leaving you and Sanji.

You decided to walk away; going to do your current task before you felt a hand grasp your wrist, putting you at a halt.

“Look, Y/N— I was wondering if later on we could… go somewhere on the island, there’s some spots I saw some on the list that we could go too.”

A small silence grew between the two of you before you responded with a small smile, “Sure, why not?”

Sanji felt like he wanted to gush out already.

…

“Are you a loan? Cause’ you’ve got my intere—“

He was silence with a firm slap on his face.

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”Those who wish to sing..”

(do op men sing in the shower?)

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notes: TY I NEED AN IDEA 😭😭 thanks for requesting @silentgravesdontexist 🤞🤞 I hope you enjoy reading this yall. (also srry for slow uploads I have a tight ahh study schedule.😞)

warnings: absolutely nothing. (use of the word ‘sex’ on sanji’s part)

paring: Monster trio (+Ace n Sabo) x gn!reader

wc: 277 (all 2gether)

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Luffy (wc: 75)

YES.

my guy has the singing voice of a dying cat.

JK 😭😭

but apart from that it will be quite off-tune and loud

extreme annoying. (nami pls beat his ass for us 😞)

but he would prolly enjoy doing it

AND ITS OFTEN. 😨

trying to reach high pitched notes is a problem for this guy

light voice

LITERALLY SCREAMING ON FULL VOLUME 😭

in conclusion..

he would indeed sing in the shower with a shaky ahh voice

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Zoro (wc: 53)

maybe.

quite rare bc he barely take showers

got forced by the crew to take a bath 😞 (poor zoro)

anyway

I think he would hum a lil

js a random ahh tune

slightly off-tune but it’s alr ig

VERY ROUGHLY THO

you might think a minecraft drowned spawned on the Sunny 😨

in conclusion..

pretty much lol

(someone save zoro)

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Sanji (wc: 51)

mhm

small lil hums

this man will sing anywhere

in this kitchen, in the shower, during sex

(okay maybe not that far 😓)

but quite often I’d say

slightly soft, mainly on tune but depends on what song he’s humming

normally an instrumental to a love song

in conclusion…

yes.

(gay man stuffs ngl)

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Ace (wc: 51)

brother is indeed like brother

LOUD

a bit on-tune but is still extremely off-tune at the same time.

BOTH HUMMING AND SINGING WHAT.

(I love him)

but it sounds too loud sometimes..

like he’s being run over. 😭😭

ANYWAY

in conclusion..

YES.

(please run me over i want to fart. 😞)

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Sabo (wc: 47)

maybe

I mean he doesn’t want to be annoying

but blud is pissing off the whole revolutionary army without knowing 💀

lil hums and loud ahh high pitched screams

on-tune I’d say (slightly off-tune js like his brothers)

(he’s so very sigma omg 🤭🤭)

..

anyway.

in conclusion..

perhaps.

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Me whenever I like Sanji and then he does something weird😭