citrinae

[citrinae]

[citrinae]

'tis the season (zoro x reader)

my turn to write a cute mistletoe fic before christmas!

technically part of my platonic sanji & zoro's partner!reader series (and my zoro x artist!reader series as a whole), but as always can be read standalone!

ft. fem!reader, mistletoe, kissing, sanji being sanji, background frobin, pranks

wc: 1.0k masterlist

Upon passing through the doorway and entering the kitchen for lunch, a lithe, well-dressed body blocks your path, dangling a sprig of leaves and berries in the space between you.

“Get that thing away from me, blondie.” you laugh, playfully smacking the plant in the cook’s hand away from your face.  He feigns a deep wound, clutching his chest and pouting at you in dismay.

“Are you really so cruel as to deny me the sweet pleasure of participating in this island’s special tradition, sunshine?” he asks, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands around yours, looking especially pathetic as he begged for crumbs of affection from you.  Eyes sparkling and brimming with an excessive amount of manufactured sadness as he looks up at you, upping the dramatics in an attempt to gain a pity kiss on the hand or forehead.

“Fine, Sanji.  I’ll give you a kiss—on one condition.” you say, sly smile on your face as your eyes dart towards Usopp.  Sanji’s expression turns from one of pleading to one of complete shock, face nearly beet red, as he insists that he’ll do anything to feel the sweet saccharine touch of your lips against his.  Worming your hands out of his grasp, you slip the plant out of his fingers and into yours as you flash him a smile.

“Close your eyes.” you command with a grin.  Tossing the plant over to Usopp, you silently motion him over, both of you trying to stifle your giggles.  Making a few gestures to communicate your plan with him, the sniper copies your pose, holding the mistletoe above his head, placing his other hand over top of his lips and leaning in to “kiss” Sanji.

As the palm of Usopp’s hand makes contact with the cook’s lips, the blonde lets out a soft moan, severely testing your composure as you fall to the ground trying to suppress a fit of laughter.  The sniper’s face contorts into a pained, screwed up expression as Sanji’s tongue runs across his hand, covering it in a layer of passionate, tobacco-laced slime.  Cringing even further, you shoot Usopp a thumbs up as the cook’s hands grasp his shoulders; you're barely able to keep it together as a few giggles sneak out of your throat—thankfully, Sanji is too worked up and deep in the throes of passion to notice.

The clunking sound of heavy boots and clumsy footsteps reverberates through the floorboards as Zoro enters the kitchen; upon seeing the display unfolding before him, Sanji’s tongue making love to Usopp’s hand, and you on the floor, hand clamped over your mouth, trying desperately not to make a sound as you grasp your sides, he can’t help but laugh harder than he has in quite a while.

“Didn’t know you felt that way about Usopp, pervert cook!” he teases with a sneer, clutching his side from laughing so hysterically.  Sanji’s eyes snap open with a start and he snaps away violently upon realizing he’d been played for a fool.

“Cruelty!  Betrayal from such a beautiful, beguiling woman!  What have I done to deserve such a fate, ma belle?” he cries, words muffled as he tries in vain to scratch the germs from Usopp’s palm off his tongue.

“It’s sweet revenge, Sanji—you’ve been a menace with that mistletoe all morning!” you say, laughter still ringing out and bouncing off the walls of the kitchen.

Robin, who had been silently watching the ordeal unfold, spawns a hand out of the wall and snatches the plant from Usopp and tosses it towards herself.  “I’d say it’s time to place this plant into a set of safe hands.” she says slyly, slipping it into her pocket as the rest of the crew files in for lunch.

The tale of Sanji’s passionate lip lock is twice as hilarious as Usopp repeats it with his added embellishments, making Luffy and Nami laugh so hard they nearly choke on their food and leaving the cook flushed and burning with humiliation.  Entertaining yourself by taking in everyone else’s reactions, you don't catch the dark chuckle emanating from Robin at the other side of the table, dark eyes sparkling with a plan for a prank of her own as she whispers to a smirking Franky.

Between bites of your delicious lunch spread, something light tickles the side of your head.  Looking up, you both sigh as you see a large arm dangling from the ceiling, holding the mistletoe between you and Zoro.  “You people and this stupid plant…” Zoro grumbles as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close enough to press his lips against the top of your head before going back to his meal.  “Happy?” he asks with a mouthful of food, eyes narrowed at Robin as she giggles behind her hand.

“Hardly…” Sanji grumbles under his breath, clenching his jaw and stabbing at the croutons of his salad with such force that his plate nearly shatters.

Zoro smirks, amused at the cook’s petulant display of anger and jealousy; though neither of you felt comfortable kissing in front of your crewmates under most circumstances, his need to get under his Sanji’s skin currently trumped the principles he held about privacy and decency. “Oi—" he says, poking your shoulder, “—looks like the cook isn’t satisfied.  Think he wants us to kiss for real.”  Eyes widening into saucers, a dusting of pink blossoms across your cheeks as you process his words and take in the tantalizing smirk on his face.  Taking the dreamy smile on your face as permission, calloused fingers brush against your jawline and guide your lips to his.

It’s chaste, and quick, and leaves sparks dancing across your skin all the same—and leaves Sanji literally burning up, flaming kicks clashing against Zoro’s swords.  Embarrassment creeps into your face, feeling your pulse thumping in your cheeks as Franky teasingly whistles at you.

“SUPER CUTE!” he cries out, as both he and Robin give you a thumbs up—multiple thumbs ups in Robin’s case.

Giggling at their encouragement, the discomfort you feel washes away like chalk on asphalt after a heavy rain.

Maybe some rules are meant to be broken—after all, ‘tis the season!

#it's the season of kissing zoro under the mistletoe babyyyyyyy #recs

[citrinae]

insomniac.

sanji x reader

contents; just another christmas drabble for the soul. sfw, established relationships, gn!reader, cw: 469

Feeling the wooden surface of the counter with your fingertips, watching your movements roll from this perspective is something you’ve not experienced in a while. The clutter of mixing bowls, the low drone of the fridge, milk pouring from the carton as you absent-mindedly coordinate your ingredients with a whisk that you know is not your own. There’s a tune escaping you as you do, airy and sweet like a bell chime, yet quiet enough not to wake your crewmates. The ship creaks when it hits a larger wave and the sun still hasn’t breathed any colour into the windows and you begin to understand why Sanji spends so much time here, between spices and herbs and ceramics, stirring edibles in a lethargic trance. It’s peaceful. 

You hover the whisk before your eyes, raising a brow at the batter slipping back into the bowl—it needs more flour. You add some. Mix it together with the rest of your composition. Your voice wraps itself around words now, humming verses of a song you’ve come to remember, and you bend down to rummage for something to zest your lemon with. There’s smoke hovering by your wingspan once you return to the mixing bowl. You flinch. Utensils fall onto one another, bowl spinning, clank, clank, clank.

“For the love of God, Sanji!” you yelp, bringing your hand to your chest. 

Sanji—barefoot, arms crossed, knitted sweater—watches you from the doorframe, a loose, loosening smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Are you having fun, my love?” he takes a drag of his cigarette. 

You look at the batter spiralling in the bowl, then at him. “Traditional recipe on my home island. We make this every year around this time. Guess”—a laugh, awkward—“I felt a little nostalgic.”

“Darling,” arms unfolding and guilt sprouting in his tone, he rushes his way towards you. Grabs your shoulder. “You should’ve asked, really. I could’ve made it for you. I’ve—” 

“I know.” There’s something peaceful in the way you say this, mellows the worry on his face like chocolate topping on a blueberry cake. “It’s just different when you make it yourself.”

“I see,” Sanji’s smile finds a quiet place between pride and contentment as he takes a minute to look at you, and something clutches your stomach as soon as he does. With a finger he leans forward to inspect the consistency of your batter. “I’d still very much like to learn how to make this one, if you don’t mind.”

“At all,” you assure him. “In fact,” leaning your head on Sanji’s shoulder. “Could you be so kind as to heat up the oven before I finish here? Then we can arrange the set-up for the next one.”

Sanji’s chuckle tingles your temple before he kisses it. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #writing sanji fluff will kill me someday

[citrinae]

not to be that person but i wish all rude customers a pebble in their shoe.

#trish.rambles #personal #been going through it this week

[citrinae]

closer.

zoro x reader

contents; you kiss zoro under the mistletoe. sfw, pining, gn!reader, wc: 595.

The closest your lips found themselves to Roronoa Zoro’s was in the back of a cramped pub where he could enjoy the liberty of being at a distance from the rest of the crew and you really just felt the need of a glass. You can’t recall exactly how it happened, but you could see a pushing elbow there, a spilt drink somewhere else, and before you’d notice you were grabbing Zoro’s shoulders for balance. A knot in your throat, sweat bobbing on his temple. You haven’t spoken about that night ever since. Rather, you chose to keep the memory stored away in a convenable fog of bickerings and caustic exchanges. Like adults do. 

And Zoro’s lips coil into a sneer now as you shove a wet towel—your towel, that he's used—into his eyes. 

“How was I supposed to know that?” It sounds genuine. His chest is bare and gleaming with muscles that still press into each other after training. 

You stare at him, incredulously. “You could’ve asked? I hung it there to dry, Zoro.” 

“Wash it again, then.” A shrug, veins cutting into bicep as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Big deal.”

“This is definitely not the point,” you press on. “You took my towel without asking. Because it just happened to be there.”

“I think you care too much about a damn towel,” he says, and it sets a fire in your cheeks as he does. 

Your inhale is shaky. “Well I think other people’s belongings are more important than your training,” you hear yourself say. 

Zoro opens his mouth, then stops. Seconds pass. You watch his collarbone as it rises and falls with his breathing; he is strength and discipline. Like a jaded Mars deciding the fate of a coliseum battle he folds his arms together in search of a response. And you, all fury and grit, mirror the gesture in anticipation. 

Leaves tingling your nose. You look up. Anger melts then into a laugh in your throat as you come to stare at the mistletoe hovering above your heads—green and red and ending into a fishing rod that stretches itself too long to have been bought from a regular market. Usopp. 

Slumped somewhere across the handrail, jacket and gloves on, one of his favourite hats covering a good shade of his face. 

“Just kiss already,” his voice shoots from the other end of the rod, with a sigh and an eye-roll that you know is there despite not being able to properly see it. 

Thin ice. This is walking on thin ice. Wind sweeping through the silence and into your clothes, your eyes guide you back to Zoro, doubtful and hesitant, rather choosing to focus on the number of breaths crossing you than the pink colouring his cheeks and nose. And there are three, four, five of them before parting your lips. Seven before pressing your fingers into fists and eight before stopping time. 

Zoro’s kiss is all warmth and comfort and something else you cannot quite name, but feel, deeply, thoroughly, even more so when his hand finds your waist and pulls you closer to his figure. He tastes salty with a bead of sweat gathered just below his bottom lip. After you pull away, there's a blissful dizziness enveloping both of you, and you almost ignore the theatric “how come you've never done this for me?” pitched towards Usopp's direction. 

“Stupid idiot,” Zoro's drone fogs the winter air. He's smiling. 

“Yeah,” and you cannot help but smile back. “He's an idiot.”

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you

[citrinae]

leyendecker study but i turned it into one piece fanart like halfway through bc i needed something to pull me through the leyendecker-studying

[citrinae]

beautiful women save me..

[citrinae]

Hii! Merry Christmas🎄 May I request Katakuri or Sanji for ur Christmas event? With a female reader?

hello! merry christmas to you too! i just wanted to let you know that i don’t write for katakuri so i chose sanji, hope that’s okay with you! :)

you’ve received sanji + getting each other for secret santa

❆: angst if you squint, soft sanji (softji, if you will), non-gender specific reader, 600+ words.

“okay, who is next?” nami calls, digging through the pile of presents to find the next target. “hmm, this one is for…sanji!”

the wrapping that coats the present piques your interest, drowning out the commotion to focus on the blond man who was sitting opposite you.

“who’s it from?” he asks, examining the gift with extreme detail. a smile graces his lips when he reads the label, ‘from: your secret santa.’

he was as meticulous as always, but as the anxious feeling gnawed at you, you found the trait to be annoying rather than cute.

sanji is nothing like your captain, gently pulling off each side of the wrapping as he reveals a thin white box.

time slows down when the lid is removed, scanning his face for a hint of any emotion.

the commotion from luffy and usopp over their new gifts drew any attention away from sanji, leaving you the only one to decipher what was going through his head right now. his lips part slightly, but his one visible eye is covered by his fallen blond hair allowing you clear indication of what he was feeling.

your teeth pull at your bottom lip, pinching the area between your cuspids. you knew this present would be a shot in the dark, sanji had only discussed this topic maybe once or twice; and even then it was in passing, providing you minuet details to work with.

sanji abruptly stands from his chair, a tight grip on the gift box that had his knuckles running white as he dashes for the men’s cabin without saying a word.

this earned a couple confused glances, but nothing the mimicked the crushing feeling of your heart dropping. tears blur your vision, bottom lip quivering while you quickly wipe your tears with you sweater sleeve.

for as long as the present exchange continues, you do your best to put on a smile, though disingenuous. all you could focus on was sanji, was he alright? what could he be thinking of right now? all of this over one small present?

as soon as the festivities end for the night, you beeline toward his quarters without a second thought.

the door slams shut just as quick as you opened it, noticing sanji standing in front of his open locker.

he’s still, unpaused by the sudden noise as if he had been expecting you.

“did i ever tell you about her?” he questions, his voice hoarse indicating he had, in fact, been crying all this time.

by her, you knew he must’ve meant his mother.

your limbs are shaky as you step towards him, unable to contain a few tears of your own. “uh, yeah, you mentioned her once, i think.”

he nods, trembling as he turns to face you and reveals the swollen, puffy skin under his eyes. he holds out a photo for you, which you can’t help but smile at as soon as you see the resemblance.

their smiles, noses, even eyes are similar. but as pretty as sanji was, it’s not surprising how much he took after her.

“she’s beautiful. you look so much like her,” you return, reaching up to graze his cheek.

“this,” he presents the margined white butterfly in the thin display case that you had given him, “this is from you, right?”

you feel sheepish, a crimson tint coloring your face as sanji wraps his long arms around you, pulling you snug to his chest.

“thank you,” he breathes out between gentle sobs. sanji’s much larger body transfers his weight onto yours, collapsing into your arms as you run your fingers through his hair. “thank you so much, y/n.”

request your own secret santa gift!

#heart-melting oh my goddd #recs

[citrinae]

the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent

[citrinae]

[citrinae]

Title: The Important Question

Pairing: Boyfriend! Sanji X Girlfriend! Reader

AU: Modern Day

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint, mainly fluff, french words (I used Google translate pls don’t come at me), reader is kinda clueless, pet names (my love, darling, etc.)

A/n: This is for the Loverboy Sanji Event that @stephisokay is hosting! (I hope it's okay I tagged you fhdjskfks)

Word Count: ~2.6K

Status: Semi-edited

Snow had already been falling for a couple of hours when you reached the apartment complex Sanji lived in. You stood at the base of the stairs, shivering in the frigid air despite your warm coat. You gently rubbed your palms together before sticking them in your armpits as you began climbing the staircase. With each step, your mind drifted back to earlier that day when Sanji texted you out of the blue.

His text said there was something important he wanted to talk about at his apartment tonight and that you should wear something nice. You had tried to ask him over text what he wanted to talk about, but he never responded. You’d gotten texts like that with previous boyfriends, which ended with a breakup each time. Deep in your heart, you feared tonight would end the same way.

When you reach the floor of Sanji’s apartment, you quickly rush over to his front door. You were eager to get inside to be warm but hesitated to knock on his door. Fear crept into your mind from the thought your boyfriend might break up with you. You loved him, probably more than you’ve loved anyone before.

You quickly shake your head to push away those thoughts. Pressing your lips together, you take a deep breath and then knock on the door. Within seconds, the door opened to show your boyfriend’s smiling face and curly eyebrows. Seeing his face instantly chased away all your fears and anxiety about what he might want to discuss. A smile spread across your face as he gently took hold of your hands.

“Y/n, my love!” he greeted, peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle. “Come in, come in!”

Sanji gently pulled you inside, grinning ear to ear as he closed the front door. The smell of food and cigarette smoke filled your nose, warming your heart and soul. You were about to turn toward your boyfriend, but he started taking off your coat before you could do or say anything.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you said while facing him, an even bigger smile on your face.

“It’s always my pleasure, my darling,” he said lovingly while hanging up your coat.

As he finished hanging up your coat, you stomped your feet a little to remove the snow on your shoes. You briefly looked him over, noticing how he wore one of the more fancy suits he owned, whereas you were wearing something nice but much more casual. Immediately, you began to feel a bit underdressed.

“Hey, did you want me to wear something more… fancy?” you asked hesitantly.

Sanji looked at you, his eye widened in surprise. He blinked a few times before panic flashed across his face, and he fully turned toward you. “No, no! You look wonderful, my love! I’m sorry, I should have said more than just nice in my text,” he apologized while holding your hands. 

“If you want, I can change into something else so you don’t-” he began to explain, but you quickly cut him off by giving him a quick kiss.

“No, it’s fine, really. Don’t change because I am underdressed,” you told Sanji with a small smile. “Especially with how dashing you look in this suit.”

Sanji let out a small breath while he stared at you, relaxing from the panic rising within him. Your heart skipped a beat from seeing the genuine love and admiration in his gaze.

“For the record, you never look underdressed. Everything you wear only makes you look more beautiful than you already are,” Sanji said with a grin slowly appearing.

Light pink dusted across your face, and you chuckled shyly, looking away with a happy smile. Part of you wondered how you found such a wonderful man, while another part gushed over how cute he is.

“A-anyway, what’s the fancy clothes?” you asked to change the subject.

Sanji’s face lit up, and he let go of your hands to place one on the small of your back. “Let me show you,” he said.

He led you through his familiar apartment, bringing you to the living room. Your eyes widened in surprise as you glanced around the room. All the furniture had disappeared, probably moved to another room. White and golden fairy lights were strung up on the walls and across the ceiling, making the room slightly dim but still lit enough to see. A little square table sat in the middle of the room, two fancy seating arrangements opposite each other. In the center of the table was a simple vase with a beautiful red rose inside.

Without hesitation, Sanji led you to the table and pulled out one of the chairs for you to sit. “I hope you came with an empty stomach, my darling! I’ve got something special planned for dinner tonight!” he explained while smiling at you.

You stared at Sanji for a moment, utterly dumbfounded by how much work he’d put in for a dinner he never told you he planned. You’d have dinner with him often, but this was completely over the top for a simple dinner. Sure, you’d always known how much of a romantic Sanji could be, but he’d only ever done something like this on special occasions. You couldn’t think of any holidays or special dates that could have made him want to set up something like this. Did this have something to do with what he wanted to talk about?

“Um... earlier today, you texted me, saying you wanted to talk about something?” you asked while moving to sit down.

His visible eye widened, and a light pink dusted on his cheeks as he chuckled. “R-right, that’s something we can talk about when we eat dessert,” he quickly said while pushing your chair in. “I’ll be right back with our food!”

Sanji kissed the top of your head and then walked off into the kitchen. You frowned slightly and leaned your cheek against your fist. With all the thoughts of a possible breakup gone from your mind, you wondered what Sanji might want to talk about. A small part of you hoped what he wanted to discuss had something to do with your future together, but you quickly dismissed the thought. He’d always change the subject when you tried to bring it up in the past. There had to be something else he wanted to talk about. You just needed to wait and see.

Soon, he returned holding two dinner plates with covers, like something you’d see in a fancy restaurant or other fine dining. He carefully placed one down in front of you and gave what you assumed to be a wink (you couldn’t be sure with his left eye covered by hair). He placed the other plate opposite you, where you assumed he would be sitting.

“May I present to you…” Sanji began with a cheeky grin, “Pâtes Épicées Aux Fruits de Mer!”

Sanji lifted the metal covers to reveal bowls of pasta covered with marinara sauce, the smell of spices and shrimp rushing up your nose. A smile spread across your face as you recognized the dish without asking him to repeat himself in English. Your stomach rumbled, and you giggled softly while looking at your boyfriend.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just say ‘Spicy Seafood Pasta’?” you asked.

Sanji chuckled and pecked you on the lips, causing you to giggle again. “And where would be the fun in that, hm?” he questioned with the rise of one of his curly eyebrows. “Let me put these in the kitchen, and then we can start eating.”

Once Sanji had put the metal covers in the kitchen, he sat across from you at the table. You both began eating the food he had made, which tasted amazing as always and chatted about how today had been for both of you. Most of that was Sanji complaining about men who came to The Baratie with their girlfriends and men who went to the restaurant to flirt with women non-stop.

“I swear to god that all men are pigs! You should have seen some of these guys. They were totally making the other customers uncomfortable with how they were talking to the fine young ladies dining at the restaurant. All of these men were absolutely swooning, and I mean swooning, to get the attention of our lady customers. Don’t get me started on how they stare like starved animals. Men have absolutely no respect for women these days,” he explained, eyebrows furrowed while he scowled.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth to ensure no food came out while you laughed. All the frustration and irritation Sanji had melted away, his expression relaxing as he smiled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked while taking a bite.

You swallowed the food in your mouth and then chuckled. “I just find it funny how you’re saying that since you acted similarly before and when we first started dating,” you explained with another chuckle.

Sanji’s eye widened, and his face immediately turned bright red. “Dats not-” he started saying but stopped to swallow the food he had just put in his mouth. “That’s not the same! Besides, I was only trying to show my appreciation for women! I-I never swooned like those pigs!” he argued while the red spread to his ears.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit more, finding your boyfriend adorable from getting so flustered. “Oh yeah? If I remember correctly, you were always swooning to get the attention of any woman you met,” commented with a giggle. “But I guess you still do that now, even though we’re dating.”

Sanji’s body went rigid momentarily, and he became quiet after hearing your comment. The smile on your face immediately disappears, and you put your utensils down to reach across the table and hold your boyfriend’s hand.

“Hey, did I go too far with the teasing?” you asked worriedly.

He quickly shook his head and looked you in the eyes while squeezing your hand gently. It was his turn to chuckle as he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“No, it’s just…” he began but trailed off like he was looking for the right words.

“It’s just… what?” you asked.

Sanji looked into your eyes, catching your breath in the back of your throat. He seemed so serious yet simultaneously filled to the brim with love and adoration. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“It’s just I can’t imagine why you’d think I’d be vying for the attention of other women when I already have the most beautiful woman in the world,” he explained as a smile returned.

Your eyes widened, and it was your turn for your face to turn red. You gently squeezed Sanji’s hand before pulling away to pick up your utensils. “You’re such a flirt,” you softly state with a small smile.

“I’m only telling the truth, my darling,” he said with his smile becoming a grin. “No one could ever match the radiance you have.”

You swore your face looked redder than the marinara sauce in the food. Still, you giggled softly while finishing off the last of your food. When you looked up, you noticed how Sanji’s eye widened while he seemed to become extremely nervous yet excited. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, finding it strange how he suddenly became anxious when he’d just been flirting with you.

“Uh, are you done eating, my love?” he asked after a moment.

When you nodded, he quickly stood up and took the empty plates into the kitchen. Soon, he returned with two new dishes with metal covers. You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side while he placed the two covered plates down. You saw Sanji’s hands trembling for the first time since you started dating him years ago. Worry bubbled up to the surface, and without hesitation, you gently took hold of his hand and looked up at him.

“Is everything alright? I’ve never seen you this anxious before. Not even when we’ve run into your family,” you said with a slight frown.

Sanji blinked a few times and looked down at you. He was quiet momentarily before a wide smile spread across his face, and he chuckled. Gently, he placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Yeah, everything is great. I promise you don’t need to worry,” Sanji told you before taking his hand off your face. He took a deep breath while grabbing the metal cover on your plate. “y love, here is your dessert,” he said softly while lifting the metal cover.

It took you a minute to realize what was in front of you on the plate. There sat a single piece of cheesecake with a beautiful ring on top with a few fruits. A ring with a diamond. At that moment, you felt your heart skip a beat, seeing the beautifully simple arrangement on the piece of cheesecake.

You watched with wide eyes as Sanji picked up the ring from the cheesecake. He used a napkin to clean off the bits of the dessert still on the ring, then got down on one knee beside you. His curly eyebrows were furrowed slightly, a serious yet nervous expression on his face. Slowly, he lifted the ring up to you, showing off a beautifully simple design on the ring with a diamond in the center.

“Y/n l/n, will you make me the happiest man in the whole world, spend the rest of your life with me, and marry me?” Sanji asked, his eyes locked with yours.

The whole world seemed to disappear around you, even yourself, leaving only Sanji. You committed everything about him at this moment to memory, from his curly eyebrows to the fancy suit he wore to the mixed smell of spices and cigarette smoke. He looked nervous yet hopeful like he thought there was a chance you might say no, but at the same time, he assured himself that you would say yes.

Tears began building up in your eyes as you placed a hand over your mouth. How could he ever think that you would say no to him? After all the time spent together, all the memories made, all the ups and downs, he was still unsure if he was worthy of your love. Just like how you were with his love. You threw your arms around his neck and held him close without hesitation.

“Yes! A million, no, a billion times yes!” you exclaimed happily, a bright smile appearing on your face.

You could feel Sanji let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel the happy smile on his face as he gently pressed his lips against your neck.

“God, I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered while tightening his hold on you, making you giggle softly.

“Is this what you had wanted to talk about?” you asked, the whole situation still feeling like a dream.

“Yeah, it is. Sorry for keeping it a secret. I just really wanted this to be a surprise. Especially since you’ve wanted to talk about our future together,” Sanji explained.

You shook your head while pulling away from hugging him, which had Sanji pouting a little. You chuckled while gently taking his face in your hands, a happy simple on your face. You placed a gentle, loving kiss on his lips, and he eagerly kissed back with just as much love, if not more.

After a moment, you pulled away and ran a hand through his hair. “Then let’s talk about things while we eat our cheesecake,” you suggested with a laugh.

Sanji grinned and nodded in agreement while resting a hand on top of yours. “Yeah, let’s,” he agreed.

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#my hearttt 😭😭 #recs

[citrinae]

portgas d. ace who'd incessantly and obsessively use this 🤠 emoji, sexting included.

#portgas d ace #op #trish.rambles

[citrinae]

cream (ace x reader nsfw)

ace helps you warm up :^) inspired by the prince song

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.8k masterlist

cw: afab!fem!reader, cowgirl, temperature play kinda, ace is a lil tease, semi-public-ish sex, creampie, spit as lube

tagging: @discodreaming @eelnoise

The unforgiving chill of the desert night was seeping into your bones, leaving you shaking and clenching your teeth so hard you couldn’t bear the pain any longer.  Nami had greedily yanked away your blanket in her sleep, and you didn’t want to bother or wake Vivi, leaving you no choice but to wander outside of your tent and see if the campfire was enough to warm your nearly numb body—if it was even still lit.

Peeking out of your tent, you see the flames are smaller than before, but still capable of giving you some heat and comfort.  Gingerly, you step towards the fire, keeping your steps light to avoid waking any of the boys up, who had fallen asleep in a pile on top of each other; before you reach your destination, a husky voice cuts through the air and makes you jump.

“Can’t sleep?”  Ace asks you, sitting on the ground leaning against the tent; as you turn to face him, you admire his tired and playful smirk, soaking in as much of him as you can without making your fascination with him too glaringly obvious.

You shake your head, returning his grin with a sleepy smile of your own.  “Too cold, ‘m trying to warm up.” you explain, motioning towards the slowly dying fire.  He nods, and eyes you up and down for a moment before opening his robe, exposing his deliciously sculpted chest and abs, and motioning for you to come closer.

“Are you serious?” you whisper, flustered and blushing at his invitation.  His smirk turns into a wolfish grin, and he nods.  The remnants of the fire’s warm orange light dance across his face, illuminating the wild and free-spirited nature radiating from his presence.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm.” he insists, gently tugging your wrist.  Yielding to his touch, you allow him to pull you down and into his arms; closing his robe around you, your back is flush against his chest.  A blush creeps into your cheeks as the abnormal heat of his skin leaves burning tingles through your fingers and toes, his embrace allowing you to finally relax your spine.

“That feel alright for you?” he asks softly, carefully warming his body with his devil fruit to make sure you were comfortable enough—he wanted you heated up and snug in his arms, but not sweating too much yet.

“Mhmmm…feels good.” you whisper contently, allowing yourself to nuzzle closer into his touch; the cozy, enticing feeling of drowning in Ace’s warmth makes any possible reservations about the embrace dissipate into the chilly desert wind.

“You like it hot, don’t ya’?” he teases, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear.  Tresses of long, slick, black hair ghost over the sides of your neck, tickling the sensitive skin and sending your mind abuzz at the sensation of being so close to him.  “My kind of girl.”

His words leave you a flustered, blushing mess, unable to form a coherent response besides a content giggle—the way his charms are leaving you smitten is cute, and he makes sure you know it.

“It’s a shame I can’t stick around longer, I’d like to get to know ya’ better, you’re a real sweetheart.” he says, words hushed and rumbling through your ears, bringing a bright flush to your cheeks.  “My little brother is lucky to have you around to look after him and keep him out of trouble.”  His neck cranes around the side of your head and slightly chapped lips gently press against your temple, roughened and weathered from the harsh desert sun.

“Don’t let me fool you, we get into a bunch of trouble together too—we’re too silly for our own good.” you say softly, trying to control the way your body is reacting to his intimate gestures; you’re failing, breathing turning shaky as you feel the nearly phantom touch of his lips ghosting alone the apple of your cheek.  Hesitant to read too deeply into a bit of cheeky flirting, you tell yourself that he’s just being sweet—nothing more; however, the way his head is nestled into the crook of your neck, gentle smile radiating into your skin, overwhelms your senses and makes your heart flutter.

“I like that about ya’ too.  You’re a fun little ball of sunshine.” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses into your collarbone as he squeezes you tighter.  Nuzzling into his touch, he chuckles quietly as his warm, heated fingers start to roam, tracing lines up and down your arms first, before moving to grip your waist.  “Plus, you’re filthy cute—but you know that, don’t you?” he whispers, teasingly; the husky timbre of his voice leaves you craving more.  His tattooed arm loops around your waist, while the other dips downward along your lower torso; his motions are slow but intentional as he squeezes a handful of your plush thigh and drags his fingers upward, grinning at the way you sigh in frustration when he pulls his hand away.

“Better move this to my tent before I can’t help myself and give it to you out here.” he whispers, hooking an arm around your legs, lifting you effortlessly, and pulling you into his small tent nearby, slightly further away from the others.  Two harsh pulls of a zipper cut through the crisp air—the first is the closure of the tent that wraps the two of you in a blanket of privacy; the second is him fiddling with the fly of his pants as he hastily tries to get them off with one hand.  The other is threaded through your hair, dying to feel as much of you as he could at once.  Tongues twirling together and breathy moans reverberating against each other’s mouths, you’re both starving—for touch, for intimacy, and for the heated, tantalizing way your lips slide against each other.

A lewd smack echoes on the canvas walls of the tent as your lips reluctantly pull apart, a string of saliva keeping you tethered together.  “Get on top for me, baby.” he murmurs, shimmying out of his long cargo shorts that were already halfway off and sitting down beside you.  Eyes glimmering with lust, you pounce at the opportunity and shed your own layers of clothing; Ace watches you, mesmerized, and spits in his hand as he strokes himself to your naked form. 

His free hand reaches out to gently grip your waist and pulls you towards him.  Breath hitching as you straddle him and drag the head of his cock along your folds, he resists the urge to succumb to his impatience and push himself into you all at once—imagining the sharp cry you’d let out as he fills you up makes his cock twitch against you.  Instead, he holds out as you sink onto him, pupils blown out as he watches your walls envelop him; you’re gorgeous as you take him in, back arching, head thrown back and eyes closed as you try to control your breathing as you adjust to his length.

Palms hot as they grip your hips, he grinds your hips against his, guiding you towards finding the right way to drag your clit against him as you ride.  Smoothly settling into a rhythm, you find the right set of movements that makes your head dizzy and leaves you breathless; Ace’s hands start to roam upward, splaying across your breasts and drowning you in tantalizing warmth as his thumbs softly circle your nipples.

“Right there…” he says, voice husky and dripping with lust as he watches you dip into a state of hazy pleasure and delirium, “Get yourself off for me.”  Sloppy, wet sounds intensify with each rock of your hips, swiftly building towards your climax.  Tingles and pins and needles spread through your body as you get close, flush rushing towards your cheeks as your hips snap desperately against him.  Face buried in his neck, you whimper and gasp, choking back more the intense and incriminating sounds that are clawing at your throat.  Locks of his hair find themselves sticking to the side of your face—slightly greasy, damp with sweat, and scented with ash and soot, you can’t help but inhale sharply to take more of him into your lungs.

“Ace, ‘m so close…” you sigh, heat pooling in your cheeks as your words trail off into a strangled gasp.  One of his hands trails down your side and rocks your hips closer into him, giving you the friction you need to make the tightly wound coil snap; mind buzzing and blank, your walls clamp around him as a chorus of lewd sounds fall off your lips.  Ace gives you no mercy, continuing to grind your hips against his through your orgasm, intent on stretching it out as long as possible.

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock…” he whispers in your ear before biting down on your neck and sucking softly, earning him a moan from you in response. 

Relentless as he gives it to you, his grip on you is firm as he takes control, grasping your hips and bouncing you along his cock.  Still limp and twitching from your high, you’re like a ragdoll in his hands as he fills you up with a punishing pace, unable to do anything but whine and beg for him to give you even more.

“Such a good girl, you take me so well…” he growls, his previous smirks and grins replaced with unwavering and intense focus as he drags your soaked pussy along his length.  Tight and warmer than he could ever dream of, he hopes you’re feeling just a fraction of the flames coursing through his veins as he pounds you so hard that you start grabbing and scratching at his back, babbling nonsense into his collarbone.

And perhaps you feel it even more; your whole body is on fire as his thrusts grow even faster still, and you feel his thighs tense.  As he spills into you, his cum is hot, creamy, and leaves you sighing with pleasure as you feel it mix with the sticky pool of arousal that had completely coated both of your thighs.  Panting and out of breath, he stares at you, eyes half-lidded as he catches his breath; as he regains his senses and his beating heart begins to slow, he pulls you in for a deep kiss as he pulls out of you.

“That warm you up enough?” he asks cheekily as he reaches for a towel out of his bag to clean you up with.

“Might still need to be held a bit, ‘m not ready to brave the cold alone just yet.” you reply with a hopeful grin as you watch him slip into his sleeping bag and pull a blanket on top.

“Good—‘m not ready to let you go yet either.” he says with a smirk, pulling you close against him underneath the covers.

#YEEEEEHAW #but fr now this was *chef's kiss* #recs

[citrinae]

[citrinae]

mercury retrograde aka cursed exes comebacks from hell™

#listen this guy showed up in my dms after four years of radio silence i can't do this fam #trish.rambles #personal

[citrinae]

gingerbread kisses.

or: christmassy things you do with them. there are some more holiday-themed drabbles/headcanons in the works so hopefully i'll get around to posting some of them anytime soon!

ft. the monster trio

☆*。luffy

• hot cocoa, ornaments dangling from his ears, snowman-building contests, him pushing you into a pile of snow and joining soon after, snow fights turning into snow angel-making contests, crumbles of the gingerbread he stole from sanji’s kitchen, once he exposed a fake santa in front of a bunch of kids at the christmas market. 

• he’d make it his life’s mission to make sure you’re laughing, always, especially around this time, when his restlessness and impersonation skills increase tenfold. luffy on christmas eve is like mixing coffee with an energy drink. and even though he vehemently claimed he’d help you decorate the tree, he cannot help throwing everything on him instead, tinsel and ornaments and lights, turning himself into a walking greeting card. 

• after one, two, three more attempts at placing decorations on the actual tree, a defeated sigh leaves you eventually as you hang a glass bauble around your nose. luffy’s eyes are glowing brighter than the lights blinking around his neck and he leans forward to press a kiss upon your lips, long and sweet, bauble slipping off and unfurling into constellations on the floor as he does. do remember to brush those under a carpet before someone witnesses the mess you’ve made in here.  

• “what’s that for?” you laugh, a pinker shade crossing your cheeks, only for you to be met with a shrug and a smile reaching luffy’s ears. “felt happy, was all,” he says, and it’s completely genuine, even more so when he adds, “you’re awesome.” you smile back. and just as spontaneously you pull luffy in for a hug, wiggling the rest of the ornaments off him, encircling you both in a sea of colour and glitter. the moment doesn’t last for long and it’s the silver star lingering at the bottom of your decorations box that catches his attention now. “who makes the coolest half gets to place the star on the top.”

☆*。zoro

• mulled wine, hesitant pecks under the mistletoe, a freshly cut conifer carried on one shoulder and chopper cheering merrily on the other, damp wood and pine filling your nose when you rest your chin over his head, pinkies touching, his hands wrapping themselves around you after you’d both have fallen asleep at the fireplace. 

• it’s common knowledge that zoro isn’t good with dates. neither is he someone to put as much importance on a holiday, “i guess people needed an excuse to drink without feeling bad for it,” and at first you are more than sure he’d spend christmas morning training. therefore not finding him in his usual spot, barbells and swords and towels untouched and forgotten, should come as a total shocker to you. 

• but you’d have found what he’d been up to way sooner if he hadn’t gotten himself lost on the way to the town and back to the ship. sunset victoriously colouring his outline and a hand at his nape, he blames his absence on an old lady mistaking a sword shop for a tavern. for all you know, it was probably him mistaking a tavern for a sword shop. there’s a rectangular object in his fist you cannot take your eyes off—a knife case. “found nothing to grab my attention, dunno. still i thought this might come in handy to you,” he lies. better throw yourself into his arms because getting presents from roronoa zoro is like seeing him rip himself open for you. of course the quiet sigh coming with his reaction isn’t always that reassuring, but deep down he’s happy to know his efforts brought a smile to your face. 

• you two spend a good part of that night in the storage room, clinking bottles and letting yourselves get carried away with stories from your homelands. before you get to open yourself another one, he gestures with his knee towards your pocket knife. “let’s see what this devil can do, shall we?” you know exactly what he means by this. with a swift hand, you slide the knife under the bottle cap. when it pops, there’s a smirk climbing on zoro’s face, “that’s my babe.”

• apple and cinnamon tea, matching sweaters, him spinning you around the kitchen while humming some carol he picked from the north blue, scented candles, sugar melting in a frying pan and your lips touching the tip of a wooden spoon after he asks if this syrup is sweet enough for you. "at least half as sweet as you are, mon cœur."

☆*。sanji

• food shopping is the default. he’s got everything planned out, lists and schedules of the best providers on the island, and he wants to make sure everything goes immaculately at dinner on this special occasion with you. you’re not surprised when you notice that a good part of his basket is made of either foods you like or stuff you’ve asked of him before. mans does his homework all right. 

• be watchful of zoning out because if you keep your eyes on something for more than thirty seconds he’ll get it for you. no questions asked. he might also make some other additions on the spot if you happen to stumble upon any trinkets that remind him of you in one way or another. does someone sell heart-shaped ornaments at the stall on your left? he’ll get one for you. snowflake ornaments? he’ll get one for you, “because, darling, you landed on my heart the way snow graces a withered tree.”

• shopping bags at your feet and your cheeks rosy after shouldering past animated gushes of people at the market, your retreat is an isolated bench near the docks and the clicking sound of sanji’s lighter. he folds an arm around you. “cold,” you try to reason for huddling yourself into him. snowflakes begin to dot the sky a whiter canvas, floating on your head and nose. sanji doesn’t say it out loud, but a selfish part of him wishes you were feeling cold more often. 

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons

[citrinae]

your lips my lips ^_^

#sanji #no way........