#bro i HATE calling him vinsmoke

[sanjifucker42069]

OPLA!Sanji x Reader - Blowin'

Word Count: 4.6k

I cut down some of the less, y’know, important stuff (the plot lol)

Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), fem!reader, awkward first times, awkward af, the reader is a dipshit. I’m ngl this isn’t one of those cute first time fics where virgin!reader is suddenly a sex goddess, you are legitimately an idiot. As usual, written with a plus size!reader in mind.

Sanji finds out you’re a virgin. You suck his dick. Congrats!

Sanji was going to fucking lose it. Out of all the possible scenarios Sanji never once considered Nami would take you out to a bar to pick up guys. He brooded as he nursed his drink, Zoro rolling his eyes at the display. Sanji just growled. Usopp looked between them.

"How about another round? 'Nother milk Lu? Hey Sanji, why don't you come with me? I saw some hot chicks up at the bar."

Sanji just shook his head brooding. He looked to where you stood with Nami, laughing at some guy's jokes. He felt stupid at how jealous he felt.

"Hey, Sanj, man. Nami isn't gonna reciprocate y'know?" Usopp offered lightheartedly. Zoro scoffed from next to him. 

"It's not about Nami for once."

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When Sanji's eyes found you again he saw you alone with the same guy, nursing a drink. Now that Nami was gone he could see the atmosphere had changed, you didn't seem happy like before. He watched as the guy said something and you shrugged halfheartedly. The guy then proceeded to wrap his arm around you. Sanji had known you long enough to see how uncomfortable you looked. Anger flared in his chest. The final straw was seeing the guy trying to tug you out of the booth to leave. You looked so defeated, it hurt. He began stalking his way to your booth.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, let's leave this dump."

"I'm good thanks, I should get back to my friends."

"I already told you bitch, we're going. I didn't spend all this time fucking around to go home empty handed. You're lucky I even stayed once your hot friend left. I'm doing you a favour, so hurry the fuck up."

"No, I really don't want to." You began, the man snarled, grabbing your wrist.

"It wasn't a question. You owe me. I don't go for ugly, but a hole's a hole, and from the back you're probably passable."

You had tears in your eyes from embarrassment. This whole trip was a bad idea. You wish Nami would come back. As the man tugged on your wrist harder you heard that gorgeous voice ring out. You tried to hide your face so Sanji wouldn't see the tears in your eyes. That last thing you wanted was for the crew to think you're weak.

"That's no way to win hearts Sunshine. So uncouth, and frankly, disgusting behaviour."

"Who the fuck are you? How about you mind your own business?"

"And watch such a beautiful lady be treated that way?"

"Beautiful lady my ass. The only thing you can know for sure about girls like this is that their pretty pussy is untouched." The man barked out a laugh causing you to wince. He snaked his other arm to cup your breast over your dress. You saw something flash in Sanji's eyes. "And I know I'm gonna really enjoy these."  

You squirmed, before biting the man. He howled in pain, releasing his hold on you. You quickly made your escape, rushing to cling to Usopp and Luffy, crying. You felt pathetic. Embarrassed that all eyes were on you.

Sanji saw red. You blinked back tears as you called out to him. Sanji was protective of all of you, but he seemed especially so of you. You knew it was because he saw you as some kind of little sister. "It's okay Sanji. Really, let's just go home. Please."

"No." He fixed the drunk man with a freezing gaze. "You dare touch someone so out of your league? I asked you nicely to piss off, but now I'm going to fucking kill you."

Before you could react Sanji had kicked the man in the chest. You watched as he began ruthlessly kicking and stomping the man, muttering profanities and sentences you couldn't understand. With a final stomp he huffed. Zoro finally pried Sanji away. You saw Nami returning, fuming. If you weren't so traumatised by the night you would have laughed at how Zoro pried Nami away too, holding the two brawlers by the scruff as they fought against it, looking like wet cats.

You don't remember how you got home. You remember Usopp covering you in his coat and dragging you out of the bar. You remember apologising to Usopp, crying that you needed to go back. The last thing you remember was Luffy running to join you, scooping you up and starting the walk back to the Going Merry, you, falling asleep in his rubbery arms.

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"Ah my dear, you're finally awake. I made you something to eat."

You smiled tightly at him, thanking him. The way you played with your food tugged at his heartstrings. You looked so mournful. He pulled up a chair, sitting backwards on it, gripping the backrest. 

"C'mon lovely, don't make me have to feed you myself." He winked. Your lips twitched upwards performatively. Sanji frowned. "Look (name) about last night-"

"I'm sorry."

Confusion. "What?"

You cringed inward. "I'm....I'm sorry I ruined everyone's night."

"You didn't ruin anyone's night, that good for nothing prick did. Don't understand why you'd even go for a guy like that to be honest." He added bitterly. You frowned.

"I wouldn't normally. Everything moved so fast. He seemed nice...It was too late before I realised it's because he wanted Nami." Silence. "Once Nami left, I, well, I didn't want to cause a scene."

"So, what? You were just going to let him take advantage of you?"

You jolted, shocked. "No! No, I- there was no way he was going to-” 

“(Name), love, I know you can be a bit naive but-”

Your voice was small. “He said so himself! He..." you trailed off. "He didn't 'go for ugly girls'. And besides…he was right."

Sanji frowned, angry at the world. How could anyone make you believe that you weren't beautiful? That you didn't deserve some guy trying to take advantage of you? He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve

“There's no such thing as an ugly girl (name), and if there was, I can assure you you're not one of them.”

“Not that.” Sanji took in how you winced, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

What?

Sanji felt the wind knocked out of him.

You're a virgin?" He asked, clearly shocked. You bristled with embarrassment.

"Well...yeah, but I understand how it works! It's not such a big deal, I mean...I've just, I've never had the chance."

"Have you ever...y'know, at all? Not even a handy?" You shook your head. He flushed, you were completely pure.

He felt slightly sick at how his perverted thoughts twisted that. He could be your first, ruin you for all other partners. He could be the one to take your innocence. His cock twitched at the thought. Shame flooded him. You were his friend, his, admittedly, very cute friend. He shouldn't be thinking about you this way. His mind was racing with all the obscene thoughts he'd ever had, the deviant things he dreamed of. He was disgusting. You were too innocent, he'd felt guilty before, but now he felt like he was defiling you just by thinking about you.

You took his silence as pity and pointedly looked away from him, taking a deep breath.

"It's not like I don't want to. I do. But, ugh, it's so silly...no one has ever shown any interest. I'm not exactly a goddess like Nami."

"Darling, I don't believe no one has ever shown interest." He offered a smile. Gods if you only knew how badly he ached for you. How hard you made him. Now wasn't the time for him to blow your friendship over him thinking with his dick. You were being vulnerable.

"I don't need your pity Sanji. It's okay. You don't have to give me the 'everyone's beautiful in their own way' speech. There's more to me than my lack of experience! I'm a good fighter! I have talents, I don't need to be pretty. Just, sometimes, it'd be nice.". 

This wouldn't do. He had to try to fix this. He took your small hands in his, trying not to lose his breath at how warm they felt. Swinging them lightly, he stared into your eyes.

“You are a beautiful girl, you deserve way better than some kind of bastard like that. Men are pigs (name), you shouldn't trust any of them."

"I trust you."

Sanji froze. You peaked up at him shyly. He looked conflicted, and that caused you to smile sadly, misinterpreting the look. You withdrew your hands, fiddling with them in your lap. "I didn't mean that you should take one for the team Ji, I just meant that, well, I trust you. I don't think you're a pig."

"You shouldn't trust me." He lowered his voice. You stared at him, clearly taken aback. "I'm just as bad."

"No, you-"

"No. I'm an absolute pig darling. You aren't that dense surely."

You frowned. "Sure you flirt a lot with other girls, but that's just you! It's charming, non-threatening. I don't see you acting like-"

"I flirt with you too!" He tried, clearly exasperated. You smiled.

"Exactly! You make cute comments to me, and call me cute things like darling, but you're just naturally flirty."

Sanji groaned. Your smile slowly faltered. Sanji screwed his eyes shut. "I'm not 'just naturally flirty'...I mean, I am, I suppose, but I'm actually trying to flirt with you. I thought you were just being polite, but are you really that dense?"

"I....you are?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"But, I'm..." You gestured to yourself. "You're more friendly than flirty to me?" 

"You're too innocent, it's not like I could just waltz right up and tell you that I think you're hot, can I?" He bristled. 

You felt electricity surge down your spine. Hot? Sanji thought you were hot? Sanji? 

Sanji took your silence as disgust. "See! That's exactly why I couldn't tell you."

"You think I'm hot?" He nodded. Your grin spread, hurting your blushing cheeks. Your eyes sparkling. "You think I'M hot?!"

"Yes, okay!" He sounded almost angry.

"Sanji, you're gorgeous! I'm too awkward. Too fat. Too plain. I'm not a model or some kind of beauty. And you're telling me someone as handsome as you, thinks I'm attractive!? And I-"

You stopped, really thinking about what he said. "Innocent? I....well I suppose. I'm not that innocent though."

Sanji's nostrils flared. "Not that innocent? Please love! You prance around in those low-cut tops and shorts in front of everyone, thinking that they ain't gonna go ballistic? You're too trusting of men, thinking that we aren't all beasts inside."

You laughed, still riding the high of his praise. Sanji snarled, banging his fist on the kitchen table. "No! It's true. You think someone doesn't see the way your tits look and salivate? You don't think you would make anyone insane? You don't think I got so fucking hard when you told me you're a virgin?"

He froze, blood turning to ice, clearly regretting blurting out that last bit. You stared at him, eyes round with wonder. He avoided your gaze, cringing at what you said next.

"I...I make you hard?".

"I'm sorry (name), that was very ungentlemanly of me. I didn't mean to say that last part." 

"But you did." He felt warm hands prying his open and playing with his fingers. He flitted his eyes up to see your face red, staring at him with your eyes practically sparkling with mirth. "God, I've wanted you to fuck me for ages, and now you're telling me you've actually wanted to this whole time?"

Sanji stiffened, cock twitching. He ached painfully. He felt parched, throat burning. This had to be a joke. "You...what?"

"Yeah. Fuck. I, mean, the clothing was purposeful at first, I wanted you to notice me. I had no idea it was working though, haha!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew? You never noticed I only wore those kinds of clothes when you were around? You never noticed how I tried to cling to you in the kitchen? I just assumed you knew and thought I was gross, so I pulled back." You laughed. "Did you seriously think that because I'm a virgin I can't think sexually?"

"But you've never-"

"You've never said anything raunchy to me like you do to other girls. I thought you saw me as a little sister. It'd be weird if someone you saw like family told you they want to suck your dick."

"Fuck." He hissed. 

"Oh this is too good! Have I been torturing you?" You laughed, running a hand up his arm. "You must be so frustrated."

"You have no idea." 

"I could help you." 

Sanji groaned. "You can't say things like that."

"Oh." You pulled back, back to being timid. Even if it was at his expense, Sanji felt the loss of your confident persona. Fuck he really was a masochist, wasn't he? "I, um, I'd need you to guide me. But if you did want help, I'd like to be the one."

"God, you have no idea what you're doing to me." He heard you giggle lightly. He opened his eyes to see you biting your lip, staring up at him through thick lashes, a blush adorning your chubby cheeks. He throbbed.

"You could show me? I promise I'll be gentle! Please Sanji? Can I pretty please touch your dick?"

Sanji felt like he was going to explode from how cute you were. 

"Fuck. Please."

You squealed in excitement, jumping up from the table, both his arms in hand. He wanted to laugh at how innocent you looked, but instead he felt a lump in his throat. You didn't notice, pulling the seated man into an awkward, crushing hug.

"C'mon! C'mon what are you waiting for? Let's go!" 

"Go where?" He laughed at your eagerness. "In case you haven't noticed darling, we aren't exactly alone."

The way you deflated was comical. What wasn't was the wicked glint that formed in your eyes. Sanji gulped, that was never a good sign. He watched as you quickly dashed out of the kitchen. Sanji looked around, confused. Minutes passed. He got up from the table, moving over to the kitchen island, hiding his lower half behind the counter, lest one of the crew wandered in. He sighed, willing his boner away. 

Bang!

The door flew open. Sanji jumped. There you stood frantically in the doorway. Your hair a mess, breathing heavy, and that wicked glint set on him. He watched as you closed the kitchen door, taking a chair and boarding the door. You grinned, stalking towards him.

No. There's no way.

"We aren't going to be disturbed." You were practically vibrating in excitement.

"What? No. Not in the kitchen. We. Eat. Here." Sanji hissed. You peeked up at him, lip pouting. 

"Please? I'll make sure there's no mess left." You pleaded. 

No mess? Sanji closed his eyes and groaned when he realised what you meant. You were going to be the death of him. When he opened his eyes you were in front of him, staring at him shyly. He startled.

"Can I kiss you? Or is that too far?"

Too far? He wanted to cry. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. He bent down. You grinned. He wrapped an arm around the back of your head, pulling you closer. You tipped your head up. He smiled softly before placing his lips on top of yours.

Your lips locked together like the last piece of a puzzle. You sighed, eyes flitting closed. You pushed further against him, trying desperately to pull him closer. He tasted like cigarettes but you didn't mind, an addictive taste for an addictive man. You wanted more of him. You kissed him feverishly, reluctantly pulling back for air. You stared at the taller man through lidded eyes. He gazed down at you lovingly, a blush high on his cheeks. His blue eyes studied your face closely. 

Sanji laughed as with both hands you pulled his face back for another kiss. His skin was hot, your hands now cold against his cheeks. You tasted sweet and he wanted to devour you so badly. You were too cute. He felt you pull him closer to you. You were kissing and sucking at his lips before you felt it. Sanji bit back a groan, feeling your hips brush against him. He felt pure embarrassment as he heard your breath hitch, pulling away. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by a groan as you experimentally pushed your hips against him harder.

"Oh my gods." He heard you whisper against him. He froze. "Oh my gods it's so-"

"We can stop if it's too much dar-LING!"

He squeaked as he felt both your hands rake down his chest, you humming contently as you kept yourself pressed against him. He felt overwhelmed at how eager you were. He'd never had someone so upfront in wanting to touch him. His cocked throbbed. You mewled lightly, causing another throb.

"Oh my god it moves?" You giggled. He cracked a smile back. You were so innocent.

Sanji had made one crucial mistake though. That was thinking that just because you were inexperienced, that meant you would be submissive. He felt you cage him against the countertop, the wood digging into his ass, your hands on him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, the dissonance was making him dizzy. He felt your hands find purchase on his waist. You breathed out a dreamy sigh.

"God your waist is so fucking tiny."

Sanji bristled with embarrassment. He tried to address it without upsetting you. "Love, that's not exactly what I want to hear."

You giggled. "I can't help it, it's so hot. You could kick my ass if you wanted, but holy fuck you're just letting me feel you up. Gods I've seen you fight, I've seen how thick your legs are, but fuck your waist is so little."

Sanji hissed. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Your hands migrated upwards, resting on his pecs. Your slow pace was driving him insane.

"Can I?" You gestured to his shirt.

"Fuck, love, I'd love to, but maybe when we have somewhere more private okay? Don't want to be too unclothed if someone tries to come in. Same with you okay? Don't want anyone to see something so gorgeous." He smiled at you. You nodded your head, practically buzzing at the idea of this happening again. He winked at you. "You could take off something else though."

Sanji was shocked and delighted at how quickly you dropped to your knees. You began playing with his belt, figuring out how the clasp worked. Sanji scrunched his eyes shut. Fuck, you were so eager! He never would’ve expected it to go like this. Despite your eagerness you were so gentle, as if you were afraid of touching him. He was going to prompt you, but instead you softly pulled his zipper down and began drawing the fabric down till it sat mid thigh.

Oh, fuck. There he was, huh?

You looked at his clothed cock, studying It like it was some kind of strange bug. You wanted to laugh at the comparison. Above you Sanji was flushed, embarrassed by your staring. You ran a finger over the bulge. He hissed, his dick jumping lightly. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat. 

"What?"

"It's so cute the way it jumps."

"Maybe this was a mistake."

"No no no! I promise I'll be good. Can I, um... do I?"

"Just...hah...do what you think is right. I'll...correct you."

Sanji let out an undignified squeak as he felt you lightly grab the clothed bulge. You massaged it, feeling what you could, watching with curiosity how the man above you writhed. Exploratively, you moved your hand further back, cupping his balls through the fabric. The friction of the fabric against bare skin was pure torture.

"Oh shit!" Sanji whined. You withdraw your hand like it burnt. "That's, god, that's really sensitive okay? You're killing me sweetheart."

"Sorry." You mumbled, placing a kiss to his bare thigh. The "strange bug" jumped again. You began peppering more kisses to his thigh. Once you reached the inside of his thigh you breathed deeply, he smelt musky, it made your mouth water. Experimentally, you licked the inside of his thigh. Sanji's thigh tensed. You licked upwards in long stripes until you reached the leg of his underwear. You gave a quick moment of hesitation before you blew air over the bulge. Sanji hissed. Smiling, you placed a kiss directly over the top of his bulge. 

"Did you just kiss my dick?"

"Mmhmm. Watch, I'll do it again." You placed an open mouth wet kiss over Sanji's clothed cock. The man above you threw his head back, whining softly. The fabric was dampened with a mix of your spit and something else. You saw how taut the fabric had become. You cooed. "That looks like it hurts." 

Sanji nodded. You looked up at him.

"Can I take them off?"

He shuddered. "Fuck. Please (name)."

With curiosity you began dragging the wet underwear down his hips, settling them at his mid thigh. His musky scent overpowered you, and you watched with fascination as Sanji's cock slapped against his stomach. Looking up at him you saw how tight his eyes were scrunched, knuckles gripping the countertop. You noticed how he shivered lightly at the exposure. Sanji's cock stood, large, imposing, and leaking. You breathed out a curse. It looked gorgeous, just like him, long and lithe. His happy trail led to a neat little patch of dark hair. You salivated. Eyes drawing to your prize, you winced at how red and angry the head looked.

Sanji thought he was going to kill you when he felt you tap his cockhead like a microphone. Instead he bucked his hips away, humiliation colouring his face. "Stop that! I know you don't know what you're doing, but please use your brain dearest." 

You mumbled an apology before rubbing your hands together, trying to warm them. He watched as you wrapped a hand around his dick before moaning lowly. You studied him, absolutely enraptured, as you gave a test pump. The man above you crumbled. 

"Do you always get this way?"

"No." He panted.

"Just for me?" You tried sultry, trying to muster up some quote from a smutty novel you once read. Sanji peeked one eye open before groaning.

"No." His voice was strained, breathing heavy. You tried pumping him, but the rhythm was sloppy. "N-no. You're...it's a lot right now. I'm not used to it being this slow…or clumsy."

"Do you like it?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Unfortunately." He muttered. With a burst of pride you tried pumping him harder. Sanji squealed, grabbing your hand. "Fuck (name), I really need you to spit in your hand. Th-that's painful."

"Oh...sorry." You offered. Sanji watched as you perversely spit in your hand, wrapping the digits back around his cock. You tried setting a rhythm, it was sloppy, but you focused on giving him consistent squeezing pressure. Sanji moaned lowly at the squeezing, hips rocking. 

Soon you reached a steady rhythm. You watched with bated breath before you slowed down. Sanji began to whine from the loss, only to keen loudly as he felt your lips enclose his cockhead. He began spluttering, eyes rolled backwards. He'd take anything right now, fuck he wanted to cum so bad. He sucked in a breath.

"No teeth, okay love?" 

You laughed, the vibrations tickling him in the best way. He moaned, trying desperately to not fuck your face. His eyes were so tightly scrunched.

You slowly forced yourself further down his length, squeezing the base. Sanji swore. You froze, taking a deep breath through your nose. When he didn't stop you, you continued your devotion. 

"Ack!" You choked, throat burning. You felt Sanji's hand patting your head. You retreated off him, coughing.

"Darling don't take more than you can okay. We don't want you to choke now."

You gazed up at him, eyes wet and throat hoarse. "Let me try again!" 

Your raspy voice made Sanji quiver, but the way you looked up at him, absolutely wrecked, made him burn. As quickly as he noticed it, it ended, and you unceremoniously inhaled his cock. He could feel you try to smile. 

"Fuck!" His voice was high as you sucked hard, adding your tongue to flatten against the underside of his cock. "(Name)! Baby, fuck, I-"

"Hey why won't the door open?" Zoro's voice rang through the wood. Sanji stilled, holding your head. The two of you looked at each other frozen. Sanji tried clearing his throat. 

"If you keep making noise out there, I'm gonna explode, Mosshead!"

You snorted, trying hard to not laugh. 'Yeah you're gonna explode,' you inwardly snickered. 

"Whatever shitty waiter." 

Silence. Sanji looked down at you. "Darling, maybe we should stop. It's okay, we can try again another day." He froze at the frustrated look that overtook your features. "Fuck." He whispered.

You sucked harshly causing Sanji to bite his hand hard to avoid screaming. He felt you try swallowing, watched as tears pricked your eyes. You didn't slow down on your work, sucking harshly and hands wandering. You grabbed a fistful of his asscheek, other hand tracing circles on his inner thigh. You felt him tensing, quivering. His hand reached for your neck, trying to coax you off. He was so close.

"Oh god!" Sanji gasped. "Baby I'm gonna cum, you need to hop off-AH!" 

You sucked harder, milking the man through his orgasm. It was like music the way he spluttered and grabbed the back of your head, nails scratching your scalp. You felt hot, thick liquid painting your throat. It wasn't pleasant, but fuck his reactions were. Some dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and Sanji wiped it away with a thumb, a fucked out expression on his features. He pulled his softened cock out of your mouth, and watched, breathless as you swallowed his seed. You made a grimace afterwards causing the man to laugh.

"Was it okay?" You asked, shyness taking over you. 

"You're lucky I don't mind a bit of torture. It was good for a first try." He gave you that flirty grin and a wink. "I think you need more practice though."

You laughed, outstretching a hand so he could help you up. You tried stretching your legs, noting the numb pain in your knees. You wrapped your arms around his middle. "Was I that bad?"

Sanji pulled his underwear and pants back up, zipping his pants closed. He pulled you closer. "Nah, you're just something else entirely. Silly." Kiss. "Torturous." Kiss. "And I am smitten with you."

"We've wasted enough time, better get back to it." You smiled against his lips. 

"I'd love to pay you back."

"Later loverboy, we're gonna have the whole crew in here soon if we don't hurry."

"I'm so glad there's a later."

You winked, straightening your clothes and heading for the door. You stopped, turning to stare at the man.

"For you baby? Always. Oh, can you make souffle?"

"What? Why?"

"I told the guys we were making a souffle and needed the kitchen completely silent."

Sanji laughed. You definitely kept him on his toes.

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I'm not going to lie, some of this is coloured by my first time hahaha! I am an incredibly awkward person, and yes I did also once tell a guy how cute I thought it was when dicks jump. He also told me I was fucked for that ha!

#sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #opla x reader #one piece x reader #smut #one piece smut #vinsmoke sanji x reader #bro i HATE calling him vinsmoke #i couldnt help myself so i formatted it for tumblr.... #this was like one of the first sanji things i ever wrote...... #other than like this sex pollen fic that i also never posted lmao #:)))) anyway.......... #i love virgin fics as much as the next guy.....but if it was anything like my first time giving a bj.....its so not glamorous lol #tmi af: i mean.....dont get me wrong ive technically never had p in v i have bad vaginismus but girl.......

[hunnismokah]

OK. OK. Sorry to bring up Priest!Sanji again, but... has anyone talked about that au where he can't accept himself?

like.. his lustful thoughts, the urges and desires of his body, the feeling of being dirty, vicious, sinful, and the inability to do anything about it..

..his all-consuming feeling of guilt which, because of his shame and fear of losing his status, he cannot share with anyone?

Priest! Sanji, who knows you so well, who sees what a kind and honest girl you are, how pure your soul is... and Priest!Sanji who is so terribly exhausted, and knows that he cannot even touch you with a finger, and the feeling of guilt for the fact that in his thoughts and fantasies he desecrates your pure image, makes him hate himself more and more every day. he conducts confessions one after another, but cannot forgive himself, cannot atone for his sin, and even confess to someone else..

Priest!Sanji and how he saw your beautiful virgin body in a dream, what he did with it , with you, the fact that he woke up in a cold sweat and found himself damn horny, then how he can’t stop seeing it and touching himself in order to somehow alleviate his suffering and be able to concentrate on something other than thoughts about your tiny wrists and thin collarbones, about your tender neck, about your red sweet lips, about how he would like to be your dress so that he could hug your soft tender body all day long, pressed against your skin... these thoughts take over his consciousness, even in those moments when he prays, when he preaches, when he sees you again.. again.

Priest! Sanji, who blushes every time he sees you in the crowd and flinches when you call him “Father Vinsmoke.”

Priest! Sanji, who only hopes that if he does not touch you, if he does not dare to do anything bad, then The Lord will be able to forgive him..

Priest! Sanji who faints and suffers from anemia because he sleeps poorly and cannot eat normally due to nausea to himself.

Priest! Sanji, crying at night reading prayers for your health and well-being, knowing that this is the only way he can atone and save his sinful soul.

Priest! Sanji, suffocating from his unrequited carnal love for you...

...has anyone talked about him like this before, you know...

sorry, I'm just obsessed. 💔

(take my little night sketch of this martyr)

HOLY SHIT.

i-i… ?? i??? what?? i’m- i.

lemme collect my thoughts BEFORE YOU THROW THAT DRAWING IN MY FACE TOO.

this is a masterpiece bro I LOVE ANGSTY SANJI GOD DAMN YOU ARE A GENIUS

[foxydivaxx]

Gossip Girl: Bad Romance Chapter 4

Sanji is gonna drop a huge bombshell here. Warnings: mentions of rape and sexual assault

Arise and shine Upper Eastsiders. Today is the D-Day. The court showdown between Judge Vinsmoke and the Pudding family vs S. Besides the obvious court drama that will unfold, everyone wants to catch a proper glimpse of S and Z. Like what are they gonna wear to court especially S? S serves cunt every single day on a good day. The only time he did not do that was during these past eventful months. Seems like things are about to change now that he and Z have kissed and made up.

All we have gotten so far are the various paparazzi photos that have made it online and in tabloids. S and Z have not updated their social media platforms yet, probably to protect their privacy, or at least part of it. Y’all know that this couple are the most dramatic people on the planet when they choose to be, especially S. 

I smell a civil war because E and SU’s faction are not pleased by all this. Like, why would S and Z steal the spotlight from them, right? Unfortunately, no one, like no one are as badass as the Royal Couple. Ah yes, that is what the media has started calling them and it suits them tbh. 

Loads of fans are waiting outside the courtroom. They have been out here for the past few weeks now, actively campaigning for S. You can thank S’s siblings for that as they have been speaking up on his behalf during those dark times. His poor mother who has been ill for the past couple weeks has decided to show up at court today. The woman be looking fly and amazing with her beautiful red dress. I now know where S gets the dramatics and sass from. It is from her. His siblings are here too and also LE too plus S’ adoptive father and uncle. They are all out for blood this time.

Wait….is that Z’s limo I see there? Looks like the Royal Couple have arrived. May the games begin!!

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

Sanji takes in a deep breath as the limo gets closer to the courthouse. Zoro takes his hand and gives him a reassuring look. Sanji smiles a bit. Good thing he was wearing his signature black shades and he was looking hot in his burgundy suit. He does not want anyone to see the fear in his eyes. His biological father had instilled enough fear into him and the hearts of the rest of the family. Part of what led him down that dark path was him trying to come to terms with what had happened to him.

He refused to several years to properly confront the old bastard. That shit ends together. Once they pull up at the court. “Ready?” Zoro asked. Sanji nods. “Lets do it.”

Once the door opens, Sanji immediately puts on his old confident mask. The fans start screaming once they see him. Zoro takes Sanji’s hand and helps him out of the limo. Sanji smiles and waves at the fans. 

As soon as Lelouch spots him, he runs towards him and hugs his former bandmate who grins and hugs him back. “Aww good to see you Lelouch.” Lelouch was wearing a black suit. “Anything for you man. I mean, you gave me a career so it is only fair to support you.” he says. Sanji would have teared up because all this love is overwhelming. 

“Hi bro.” Ichiji and the rest of the Vinsmoke siblings join them. Yonji pats his older twin on the back. “You will be fine. We;ve got your back.” Sora hugs her son. “Go get em Sanji.” Sanji grins. “I will mum.” Zeff grins and gives Sanji the thumbs up. 

The group are directed to the courtroom. The criminals are all in orange jumpsuits and give Snji hateful looks. Not just them. Sukuna, Eren and their cronies were there too with similar nasty looks on their faces. Normally, Sanji would tremble in fear. Not today bitches.

Sanji gives them a ghost of a devilish smirk as he walks over to the front with Zoro at his side. Oh look at them. Poor unfortunate souls. I think they are on the same level as me. Yeah right. Zoro notices and places an arm around Sanji’s waist and whispers, “Man the salt is real.”

Sanji chuckles. “They asked for it.” He then takes his seat and waits for the case to begin. Soon the proceedings begin. Sanji watches as his father tries to lie his way out of the situation. “It’s true. I can never harm my children.” He shoots the man a scathing death glare which made him to slightly cower in fear. How dare he lie? Either way, he will make sure he and the rest of them pay.

Soon it was his turn. “Can Mr Sanji Bernard take the witness stand?” Game time. He slowly rises up from his seat and walks over to the witness stand. He ignores the haters and walks over to the lawyer who was helping him handle this case. Sometimes it’s great to have a boyfriend that has as many connections as Zoro.

After taking the oath, he takes his seat in the stand. Compared to how he was prior to getting here, he was now a lot more composed and calm. Usually he would be nervous and fidgeting. 

“Now what is your relationship with Mr Judge Vinsmoke?” 

“He is my biological father.”

“Can you recount what happened that day that infamous altercation between you and him happened?”

Sanji proceeds to narrate without hesitation. “On that day, I was invited to an event hosted by VH1. I did not even know that the old man was there. I was in the VIP lounge relaxing. My boyfriend Zoro went off to go get some drinks for us. Next thing I knew, Judge came over to me and began to touch my inappropriately on forced himself on me and kissed me….”

Sanji paused and takes off his glasses, trying to contain his tears and emotions. Everyone else stared at Judge who immediately looks away. Once Sanji had finally composed himself, he continues. “This is not the first time this man would sexually assault me.” 

Once everyone hears this, there was a collective gasp in the room. Even Sukuna and Eren were stunned. They did not know about this. Only those closet to Sanji like Zoro and his family knew about this.

“You say this is not the first time he did this. Do you mind me asking when was the last time he did this?”

Sanji glares daggers at his dad and says, “When I was 11, this man pulled up on the streets in the neighbourhood I was living in at the time. I was still living in Brookylyn with mum and my siblings. We moved a couple blocks away after father shot her in the head when I was 3.” 

People were shocked by that bombshell. No wonder Sanji is the way he is. “I was on my way home from school after basketball practice. His bodyguards at the time grabbed me and carried me into his van. He pulled down my pants and he and those two bastards proceeds to rape me in there. I am not the only one. He also defiled all my siblings and he threatened to kill us all should we ever reveal the truth.” Sanji then breaks down in tears.

The world came to a standstill as everyone was horrified by this revelation. His siblings and mother were in tears as well. “M-Mum filed a lot of restarining orders and tried several legal methods to keep him at bay but this bastard keeps on hsowing up at our schools to cause a scene and disrupt our lives. That was led to us moving to Atlanta to escape him. Unfortunately, it seems we could not escape his influence.”

“OBJECTION MY LORD!!”

The judge stops the defendant attorney. “Objection overruled. Continue prosecutor.” The lawyer nods and continues.

“How so?”

“First and foremost, I was unaware that Charlotte Pudding, who became my girlfriend when I was 13, knew my dad and that her parents were close friends and associates of his until recently.”

Yet another shocking bombshell. No wonder this guy has survived. That man really wants to ruin his life.

“Now we are getting somewhere. Please explain Miss Pudding’s involvement.”

Sanji nods. “Charlotte and I were discussing one day and she said she wanted to lose her virginity to me. I was hesitant because of past experiences and mental health issues. Still what does she do? She manipulates me into meeting her at the strip joint I used to work at. I did not know it at the time but she spiked my drink with something that knocked me out. I did not realize that she had had sex with me, talkless of filming our sexual encounter.”

Again collective gasp because why? Charlotte looks down in guilt. “And that brings me to this question, how are the Pudding family involved with your record label contract?”

“They are majority shareholders of the label and were part of the board of directors. I was not aware of this fact. They were watching Popstars: the rivals, the show I was a part of. According to Charlotte because she told me all this, she, her mother and Judge concocted a plan. They would give Aogiri a contract. However, my contract was different from the others. Basically, they take 95% of my allocated earnings and I just take 5% including my own solo projects like collaborations and endorsement deals. By the time, I found this out, it was too late. Plus like 3 of the members voted me out of the group. One of us Lelouch walked out and chose not to renew his.”

Again there was collective outrage about Sanji’s plight. Immediately, Eren and Sukuna leave the premises.Unfortunately, they are greeted by a series of boos from the crowd outside. The fans at least knew about their part in the contract debacle prior to the courtcase.

“That will be all Your Honour.” Sanji walks back to his seat and sits down. “This case shall be adjourned till September 8.”

With that, everyone walks out. “What you did was so brave Sanji.” says Lelouch. Sanji nods. “I had to get shit off my chest. It was the least I could do.”

“Notice that Sukuna and Eren walked out? They know what they did was wrong.” says Niji. “As they should. Bloody cowards.” says Sora.

Wow, did not expect that powerful revelation from S. But then again, I have always suspected Judge for years especially since the man got indicted for a similar crime with someone else’s kid years ago but he managed to escape. 

Z did a great job on handling this for him. But the question remains, will these folks go to jail for their sins or are they going to bribe their way out of it? Let us wait till September 8.

Noticed I mentioned burgundy suit here? That is a reference to One Piece itself. Also Sanji being called Sanji Bernard instead of Sanji Vinsmoke is because his parents divorced years ago and Bernard is his mum Sora’s maiden name.

#one piece #zosan #sanji #zoro #roronoa zoro #fanfiction #Eren Jaeger #attack on titan #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

[nameless-shrimp]

𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇?! — VINSMOKE SANJI

↳ PAIRING: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: story

↳ WORD COUNT: 7.3k (forgive me)

↳ WARNINGS: no major spoilers, post Thriller Bark preferably, mild suggestive content (jokes), mentions of blood and physical pain from the reader, slight angst to fluff, mild comedy, heavy grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: A cupid strikes your heart, and your feelings for the Straw Hat's chef are taking a turn for the worst—or for the better.

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: the title of this fic on my doc was named "drabble".... and look at the word count.... anyways enjoy, this was purely self-indulgent

The night crackled, with the moon shining above. Alcohol simmered the air, where you sat on the wooden floor. Laughter rang in the air, though your breath remained hollow.

“Oh, dearest Y/N,” a chef’s familiar voice caused a gentle smile to quirk on your lips. A forced one at best. And Sanji placed a refill of your drink right next to your presence, feeling a pet on your forehead from him. He chucked a smile, only to immediately swing around with a brightening shout towards the navigator and archeologist on deck.

His voice faded out, causing you to keep your eyes closed.

Feeling stares dig into your skin, you softly opened them, watching Usopp swirl his drink around cautiously right before he handed you a gift box. Not wanting to question how awfully wrapped it was, but only Franky nudged his shoulder right next to him. You knew he tended to build little gadgets to keep a smile on your face, though his charm was slowly dying out.

Usopp glared at him once before awkwardly sipping his drink and then kept his eye contact on you.

“Y/N…” He noted. “You can’t keep hiding your feelings forever.”

“Maybe I can,” you whispered, watching the chef on the other end of the ship kick against the swordsman’s swords. Again—they’re fighting. No surprise. “It’s whatever.”

“Don’t say that,” Franky quipped, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the captain laughing with the others at the end of the ship, clapping along to Brook’s music. “You can’t be certain about anything. Just ‘cause the guy’s a big perverted flirt doesn’t mean he can’t have proper romantic feelings like a true bro.”

“You haven’t even asked him out yet,” Usopp pointed out, holding out a hand. “C’mon. Maybe the next island we go to won’t be so bad and you two can go out shopping together or something.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “It doesn’t mean it’ll be easy on me speaking out how I feel. It’s just—Sanji’s so him.”

“Ah,” he blinked. “What?”

“Flirty, a gentleman, talented chef—the prince anyone could ever want,” you scoffed, wanting to keep your head down. “The way he acts around others just shows that he’s interested in other people.”

“Hellooo,” Franky murmured into his drink. “S’pretty obvious the chef’s into you too. Just ‘cause he’s a flirt with Nico Robin and the navigator doesn’t mean he’s into them.”

“Oh, yeah?” You quirked a brow.

Franky smirked. “Sure, c’mon, I know true romance when I see it,” he explained, tilting his head. “The way he’s so protective of your presence more than those two.”

“There’s no difference.”

“Of course, you can’t see it,” the cyborg quipped. “But I can.”

“Are you just trying to make me feel better?”

“Maybe,” Franky rolled his eyes. “But maybe look into it more.”

Usopp scrunched his nose. “Actually, you got a good point. Sanji pays more attention to Y/N’s whereabouts,” and he turned to you, holding up both of his hands while speaking. “C’mon, Y/N, think about it! Sanji hates it when you hang out with Zoro all the time and he’s not a fan of Luffy getting all grabby with you even if the captain’s just hugging you.”

You looked up at the sky, wondering about a different universe. The sniper’s voice zoned out of your head, where Usopp called your name numerous times if you were listening even for a brief moment.

Glancing down at Sanji, who was twirling around in delight—all while kicking Zoro at the same time—with purity indulged in his eyes as Nami spoke about her day. Wanting a bit of grace, only to remind you that your life had a sense of happiness—even from him. Even a tiny amount of attention that was different amongst the others, and for a moment to have you forget the world except that you and his presence were stuck together alone.

Sighing, you stood up, walking to the farther end of the ship. Ignoring the calling of Franky’s voice in the background, your mind decided to be on its own adventure even for the cautiously foggy night.

You stared up at the moon, sitting back down on the floor, watching the stars speak to one another with different stories held amongst their nebulae.

Truly, if you had only sat there forever—with time frozen in space—would the feelings ever wander off?

You weren’t entirely sure.

“Drop the anchor already!”

Luffy’s voice roared across the ship, where he consistently jumped up and down alongside the railing as the island came bright to everyone’s eyes.

An island filled with nothing but a glorious amount of pink and sweet purples. It was rather sickening—almost, but it still indulged a sense of beauty that was rarer apart from the other islands. And the scent of cologne mixed with perfume danced in the air, causing the others to let out coughs every so often. The scatter of rose petals was enough to blind your sight.

“The hell kind of island is this?” Zoro asked, yawning out loud.

“Not like your dumbass would know,” your eyes widened at the chef’s voice creeping up from your back.

“What did you say, lameass prince?”

“Watch your damn mouth, mosshead.”

“You started it, dammit.”

“Knock it off you two!” Nami yelled out loud, holding out her fist. She let out an exhausted sigh right before knocking a few petals off her hair.

Robin furrowed her eyebrows. “This island seems to be related to nothing but love and romance.”

Zoro scoffed. “Kind of lame.”

Sanji let out a harsh exhale. “What is so lame about romance and love, you poor single Marimo?”

“Shut your mouth, it’s not like you had any luck with love to begin with.”

“Say that one more time, swordsman, I dare you!”

Hiding between the two, your breaths rapidly pick up at the touch of Sanji’s chest close to your arms. Shivering and feeling nervous at the sight, you shimmered your way closer to the railing.

As if the captain read your mind—which he really didn’t, he just seemed too excited about visiting a new island and wanted a buddy to join him—you felt a pair of rubbery arms around your figure, causing you to yell out a scream once Luffy jumped off the ship to land on the wooden docks.

“Luffy, you bastard, I am gonna kill yo—”

“Woohoo, Y/N! Island exploring ti—”

“Oi Luffy! Where are you going with Y/N?!”

Sanji’s voice echoed from the back, where the others slowly followed suit as they made their way down the boat. You tackled Luffy, where he mustered out choked apologies while you shook his shoulders consistently. He stuck his tongue out, not minding your faint screams at him for taking you down without any single warning.

“Luffy,” you huffed, wanting to smack your captain. “I’ll kill you someday for that.”

“Okay!” He grinned—and why was he smiling?

(No matter.)

Waiting for the others to catch up, Luffy already began running further down the town, where he consistently cried out for the best restaurants since he was in dire starvation of meat—truthfully, ironically, a lie; Luffy always yearned for meat, and he wasn’t full even when he stated that he was less than thirty minutes ago.

He ran past flower girls who dropped their roses all over the path and heart-shaped clouds danced along with the air. Sweet guitar music strumming in the background, where everyone’s delighted smiles were contagious enough to keep the others around in nothing but joyous happiness and infinite gratitude.

“Oi, Y/N,” Zoro called out. Turning around, you hummed at the swordsman. “You’re comin’ with me. Don’t wanna walk around this weird place alo—”

“Um, who said they were going with you?” Sanji argued, biting on his cigarette hard. “Like hell that anyone would want to go with—”

“Actually!” Usopp spoke up, pushing your back towards Sanji. “Y/N will go with Sanji, and that’s the only person that can go with Sanji!”

You yelped from the push, causing you to fall into the chef’s chest, where you sheepishly looked up to see him grinning a pleasant smile—probably in hopes to comfort you. Gulping—and also planning a death penalty upon Usopp in your head—in nervousness, you turned away, not wanting to bear eye contact with the chef.

“Wait,” Chopper pouted. “I haven’t gone island exploring with Y/N in a long time though.”

“No arguments!” Usopp retorted. “Y/N is sticking with Sanji all day today! Everyone got that?!”

“But… why?”

“Go, go, both of you!” Usopp yelled, going right behind Sanji and you, where his palms were pushed to have you both take a few steps forward. Quickly turning around, you stared right into the sniper’s eyes, harshing daggers with your pupils—and he only gulped, right before Usopp winked at you quickly.

“He’s acting weird,” Sanji murmured after you both walked to the end of the docks. “Any reason why?”

You gulped. “Ah, no.”

“Alright then,” Sanji scratched his neck right before smiling at you once more—eyes twinkling in radiance. “I have my lovely Y/N with me anyways, so I’m not gonna complain!”

“Ah—right.”

“I need to get some more ingredients but we can definitely take a look around here,” Sanji explained, pulling out his lighter. “Make sure you stick next to me and don’t get lost, not like some dumbass, okay love?”

‘Love?’

You thought, causing you to cover your mouth quickly in the process from his kindness.

His eyes widened, and he placed a palm on the back of your flushed neck. “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, my sweet?”

Bottom lip trembling; heart aching in nothing but misery—and traveling in the thought that you’d never be loved back.

“Nothing,” you sighed, forcing a laugh.

Sanji knitted his curly brows. “Are you sure?”

You grinned at him—eyes closed to hide the treasure of your feelings.

“It’s nothing at all.”

The streets were decorated with every bit of pink and red, almost enough to make your stomach churn in sickness. With the consistent repetition of colors, it was starting to become rather old. And with the aroma of all the roses on the walls, the scent of flowers was starting to make you dizzy.

“Man, this place isn’t afraid to express their true feelings and gratitude, yeah?” Sanji noted, looking at a vegetable stand while inspecting the carrots—which were magically pink and purple as well, a rather unusual color. Though the taste must be heavenly—different, and possibly unique.

“Yeah,” you murmured, not wanting to look up at him.

“What do you think, love? Pink or purple onions?” He asked, laughing.

Smiling with him, you chuckled with a shake of your head. “Whatever you think is best,” his eyes widened for a moment before you finally gazed up at him. “You’re the world’s greatest chef. Whatever you get will taste amazing.”

Sanji coughed into his hand, turning away with his cheeks matching the shade of roses laid out on the vegetable stand up top. “Hey,” he called out to the older woman behind the stand. “I’ll have a few of both the pink and purple onions.”

“Oh, ahahah, hehehe,” the old lady laughed, her light violet apron dancing around as she spun. “You both make an adorable couple!”

“Oh, wait—” Sanji retorted, nearly choking on his breath while covering his mouth; cheeks reddening.

You watched him get flustered right before the courage had been mustered up. Your throat cleared, “actually, ma’am,” you said. “We aren’t together.”

“What a shame!” The older woman let out a boisterous laugh. “You both look like you’ve recently just got married!”

“Ha?”

“Seriously?!” Sanji quipped, gritting his teeth; his face reddened.

“Why, sure!” She continued to chuckle, right before tossing multiple onions in one bag. “However, it seems like The Cupid’s gon’ catch one of you very soon.”

“The… who?” You asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?” The old lady grinned, pink hair flocking its curls along with the wind. “That’s quite alright. You’ll find out when he shoots one of you—or maybe both of you!”

“Ah,” you deadpanned, staring at her with a confused look. “I’m not too sure we follow what you’re saying.”

“Hey—wait,” Sanji retorted, voice raising. “What’s this talk about shooting one of us? You can’t just tell me there’s a random murderer walking around—”

“Would you calm your eyebrows down, mister?” The old lady nagged, unamused with the chef’s shout. “It’s not like anyone’s dying. It’s for the better. The Cupid senses it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ll see, ahaha, hehehe!”

“Keep your onions!”

Sanji shouted, grabbing your hand right before pulling you away. Trying to reason with him, he only ignored you—much as he ignored the heart constantly beating rapidly in his chest. For some reason, you noticed that Sanji was uneasy. It was typical for the chef to be uncomfortable in many cases, although this was different—rather hilarious, to see his face so flushed in nothing but crimson.

Your heart soared; you weren’t sure if the feelings were meant to be intolerable or honeyed in sugary enchantment.

“Sanji,” you called out loud this time, trying to halt on the path. “What’s wrong?”

“Talking about shooting us,” Sanji murmured angrily. “What the hell is wrong with this town?”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a li—”

Sanji turned around, sighing. “No,” his voice deepened, causing your eyes to enlarge. “I don’t care if that old lady is just talking out of her crazy mind or not, I can’t risk having you get hurt.”

“You were just getting some onions though…”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head. “It’s sketchy that she can easily talk about some cupid guy with no problem shooting one of us—or even both. But I’m worried for your sake right now.”

Your bottom lip trembled. “Why are you so worried about me?”

“Are you crazy? How can I not be?”

“I’ll be fine, and so will you.”

“You don’t get it, love,” Sanji sighed, forcing a smile while biting his cigarette. “It’s fine. We can get ingredients another time.”

“You don’t seem like yourself…” you noted, causing him to gasp. “You’re a bit more overprotective after we left Thriller Bark.”

“I’m sorry, my sweet,” Sanji exhaled loudly, keeping his eyes closed.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, not minding the others walking past him where they glanced at the two pirates standing in the middle of the cobblestone path. Sanji’s hands shook; fingers trembled. Not hesitating, he grabbed you and kept your face close to his chest—the chef wasn’t sure of his troubling emotions overcoming him, but it won a few claps from the random strangers passing by.

“I can’t let you get hurt,” he murmured, confused by his own worrisome—heart pounding; a growth of cherry blossoms flourished on his cheeks and toyed with the strumming of his heartstrings. Neither bitter nor spicy, rather, a sweet feeling—a moment of happiness from your scent mixed with his.

Sanji wanted to question these feelings, but he kept it hidden, instead.

And he only smiled, feeling your awkward chuckles vibrate against his chest.

“There’s that pretty laugh,” he noted—you laughed once more.

What exactly were you doing to him?

Without warning, you gasped out loud, feeling a sharp shooting pain in your chest. The crowds near the food stands cheered on, and a fog of pink smoke flourished through the air—although the pain was excruciating. Letting out muffled cries while Sanji fell back on the ground, he grunted right before he let out a shocked gasp.

You weren’t sure what happened, only to have your vision blur out to nothing but sweet pinks—what was once colorful before had now changed into a dull perspective of nothing but everything softening to a periwinkle.

Suddenly, your heart ached, causing you to churn out in pain where a soft cry was let out from your trembling lips.

“Y/N!” Sanji yelled out loud, eyes widening at the loud applause surrounding him. “Don’t just clap and stand there, assholes! You can’t just watch and let a beautiful, innocent person get hurt like this!”

Heart pounding to infinity, almost to the point of bursting—the sound of Sanji’s voice was loud enough to your ears although the others had fainted out. He continued to call out your name, with every bit of frequency from his own lips causing your heart to clutch—almost as if someone was grabbing onto your heart, painfully squeezing it.

“Make it stop!” You shouted out loud, gripping on Sanji’s sleeves. For some unknown reason, your mind spiraled into rapid thoughts.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

A silly vinyl stuck on repeat—the three words you yearned to say suddenly grew its pace and was flowing through your head.

In an instant, Sanji picked you up, causing your head to spin more and your heart continuing to ache. “Y/N, we are going to Chopper, right now! He should still be back at the ship with some of the others—I hope, but please, hang in there, okay?”

“Sanji… I lo—”

You covered your mouth, right as you stopped the words from spilling, your heart shot a fire of agonizing pain enough to cause a cry to whimper out loud. Sanji was unsure of what you were about to say, but he didn’t hesitate to start running past the others—mentally cursing at the strangers and civilians of the island to do nothing but clap along with him; smiles on their faces.

‘I love you, I love you, I lo—’

Feeling your heart burn more, you cried out loud.

With no words, except the wind taking your voice away very faintly.

Although, the pain in your heart lessened—with his breath close to yours.

It did not take long for Sanji to find his way back to ship, where he consistently mentally cursed at himself for not finding Chopper soon enough, but he could only hope the doctor was near the ship or, even better, on it. Regardless your safety had been his utmost priority, with your heart in consistent pain, only to lessen its burden whenever you were reminded that his presence was right next to yours.

And upon reaching the ship, he didn’t hesitate to jump onboard, ignoring Franky near the corner on the lawn but it was not long until the chef managed to catch the attention of both the cyborg and the sniper, who was resting near the swing.

Darting past them, they gasped, only to have Sanji ignore them.

“What the hell happened?!”

Franky asked, dropping his hammer right as Sanji ran past him and Usopp nearly fell on his feet, following suit with crying out what happened.

Blood trickled from your lips, causing you to weep out in pain, and Sanji gently placed you down on the bed. Without hesitation, he grabbed the nearest blankets, only to keep you soothed. The touch of his hands close to yours caused the ache in your heart to soften, and then it started to become easier, only when Sanji began brushing your forehead with his fingers.

‘I feel better when he’s near me…’

You noticed right away when his fingers touched your heated forehead, just when the door swung open. Usopp and Franky came in, out of breath, and then demanded answers.

“What the hell happened to Y/N?!” Usopp yelled out loud. “Ah, c’mon, I can’t trust Y/N even with the guy that they—”

“Oi, shut that mouth of yours!” Franky shouted, staring down at Sanji, who was sitting on a stool close to you. “Hey chef, wanna explain what happened before I go kick the ass of the person who did this?”

“Don’t bother,” Sanji angrily retorted, all while keeping his tone faint for your sake.

‘I hear Sanji… louder than the others…’

Your thoughts trailed off, as your eyebrows knitted in confusion, despite Usopp and Franky being right next to the chef. There was no logical explanation for why you couldn’t hear those two but Sanji’s voice was brighter—even more purer, if that had been possible.

“What?” Usopp quipped. “What do you—”

“We need to find Chopper and have him take care of Y/N, and figure out what’s wrong with them,” Sanji said, continuing to keep the tips of his fingers close to your head. “Out of nowhere, this old lady started talking about a cupid shooting us—and then they got shot, and now they’re feeling sick.”

“A cupid?” Franky scoffed. “Are you kiddin’?”

“I wouldn’t joke at a time like this—where Y/N is coughing out blood!” Sanji yelled.

“Do you think that cupid guy shot Y/N?” Usopp asked, scratching his head. “Did you see the guy’s face?”

“No,” Sanji exhaled. “Before I knew it, every smoke around us was pink and I couldn’t even see a shadow. Bastard’s sneakier than I thought—I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, pal,” Franky said. “Y/N will be fine. We’ll have to find the raccoon dog and then get this situation all figured out. A little braindead angel who shoots arrows for fun shouldn’t be a problem for us.”

“Nobody can kick that guy’s ass except for me,” Sanji slammed his fist on the table next to the bed, causing the two to shake up at the sight. He stood up, looking down at the wooden floor, where he took out his lighter and then made his way to the door.

“Hey, where you goin’?” Franky asked, raising a brow.

Sanji sighed, fighting back a punch to the wall. “I’m gonna find the asshole that dared to lay any harm onto sweet Y/N, that’s what.”

And with one slam of the door, the chef vanished.

Right as the door let out its bang, your heart quenched painfully. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ the words repeated—a mixtape not coming to an end.

Rolling off the bed, Usopp shrieked where you continued to wail out sobs, not knowing how to control the bits of blood coming from your throat and the aching pain of your heart. Franky ran to your side, keeping his large arms close to your neck, hoping to keep your body stable while tears overflowed.

“I—I don’t know why, bu—but,” you cried out loud, where the two listened cautiously. “I want Sanji here! He makes the pain go away, I just—”

“Hey, Y/N!” Usopp interrupted. “I know you’re head over heels with the guy, but your health comes first right now. Sanji will take care of dealing with the guy that sho—”

“Wait,” Franky shushed him, right as Usopp yelled back before quieting him once more. “Y/N, what do you mean the chef makes the pain go away?”

“Help me,” you sobbed, closing your eyes. “When Sanji was carrying me and putting me on the bed, the—the pain in my chest went away!”

“That’s just your love for him kicking in!” Usopp retorted.

“Hey, didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Franky snapped before facing you. “Explain more if you can, Y/N.”

“I—I don’t know,” you murmured, trying to keep your breaths steady. “I can hear his voice the loudest, everything is nearly pink in my vision besides him an—and whenever he’s around, the pain in my heart doesn’t hurt as much. And…”

Usopp blinked, leaning in closer to your face, inspecting the blood drying on your lips. “And?”

“I—I can’t stop thinking about these words,” you quipped, letting out a cry as the pain within your heart ached more.

“What words?” Franky questioned.

“Tho—those three words!”

His eyes widened; Usopp’s jaw dropped.

“What? Like ‘Save me Sanji!’, those words?” Usopp asked.

Franky groaned loudly. “No, you dumbass. ‘I love you’ are the words they’re talking about. Sheesh, you have no sense for romance, do you?”

“Hey, says you! I doubt anyone would want to look your way when you’re wearing nothing but your underwear!”

“It’s called being super, bro! Why can’t you—”

“Sanji!”

Your voice echoed throughout the doctor’s office, causing a fit of adrenaline to overflow you in an instant. Unsure of where the energy soared from, you ignored it, only to make a dash for the door before the other two called out to you.

‘I love you, I love you, I love yo—’

“Get your ass back here, Y/N!” Franky shouted out loud, right before Usopp tackled you from behind.

You gripped onto the railing, where Usopp continued to call out your name.

“I have to tell Sanji, I have to tell him—I have to!” You cried out loud.

“Tell him what, dammit!” Usopp kept his grip on your ankles. “You’re sick—both physically and mentally with your little crush!”

“Hey man, take it easy!” Franky quipped, running close to your presence.

Heart pounding; chest aching—all to cough out bits of blood to fall onto the ship’s floor.

“I have to tell Sanji I love him!” You yelled out loud.

Usopp’s jaw dropped, only to have his grip loosened on you. Franky caught you right before you could jump off the ship, and tears burned your eyes.

“Wait, hold on, Y/N!” Usopp yelled. “This is so not like you! What happened to you?! The other night you wouldn’t even dare to confess your feelings now you suddenly want to!”

“Don’t you get it, man?” Franky snarled, keeping his grip tight while you threw your legs and arms around, hoping to be free from his grasp.

“No, I don’t! Y/N isn’t okay, I can’t be calm!”

“Pull yourself together,” the cyborg pleaded. “I think I got what’s goin’ on here.”

“Oh—really! Do explain!”

“You’re so damn loud,” Franky muttered before clearing his throat. “Sanji talked about some cupid running around here and he must’ve shot Y/N. I’m pretty sure whatever he shot them with caused Y/N to freak out about their feelings about the chef and that’s why they’re losing their damn mind.”

“Okaaay,” Usopp hummed. “Go on.”

“They talked about how they can only hear Sanji louder than both of us, even if we were in the same room together—and I’m pretty sure we were louder than the chef in there,” Franky addressed. “Their pain is gone when he’s around, they suddenly want to confess their feelings after they have been shot.”

“Everything you said made sense,” Usopp snapped his fingers. “So, don’t you think if we take Y/N to Sanji… and then have them confess to Sanji, it’ll work out for both of them?”

“No way.”

“What do you mean no way?!” Usopp shouted loudly, curling his fingers in frustration. “It’s perfect for them—this may be the only chance they get to express their feelings for Sanji! I’m pretty sure if they confess, then the pain will go away!”

Franky exhaled, loosening his grip on you for a brief moment, ignoring the sudden breeze close to his chest. Turning to Usopp, he tilted his head down.

“How do you think Y/N would feel if they confessed their feelings just because of some lovesick cupid bastard?” Franky argued, lifting his sunglasses up. “It’d be better for them if they just decided to confess when they’re healthy and not on the verge of dying.”

“Yeah, but—what other choice is there to do here?”

“Not sure. We gotta find that raccoon dog and fast.”

“Um,” Usopp nervously blinked. “Fra—”

“C’mon man, you and I both know how much Y/N is in love with that chef guy. I don’t wanna disrespect their feelings and have them confess in a life or death situation; it’d be better if it was in a more serious and sentimental setting, don’t ya—”

“Um, Franky!”

“Dammit,” he groaned. “What is it?”

“Where did Y/N go?!”

Franky turned around, noticing the empty spot on the ship where your presence was. He glanced back down at the droplets of blood from where you were, and then he noticed his arms were empty. Playing with his fingers for a bit, he exchanged looks with Usopp.

They blinked at each other before crying in unison.

“Ah, dammit!”

“How could you let this happen, idiot?!”

Usopp’s yelling caused Franky to whimper, tears dripping down his cheeks while the two dashed through the crowds and ignored the flying rose petals in the air. “I know, bro!” Franky cried, fighting back sniffles. “I can’t believe we let our friend get away! I’m not a true bro at all for not watching over our friend!”

Usopp growled at him, smacking his head. “Quit your crying so you can see clearly! My ‘I-don’t-want-to-fight-a-cupid’ disease is really kicking in!”

“Because Y/N could be in danger and I didn’t hold onto them tight!”

“Who cares! You said it’d be a bad idea if they confessed to Sanji, we gotta find that blond cook fast!”

“But our best friend is out there lovesick and we can’t do—”

“What did I say about crying, alreaaady?!”

The two rushed off in the distance, ignoring the frantic customers that were complaining about Franky’s sexual harassment from his lack of pants along with the long-nosed freak scaring the children.

The sunset was dripping in; oranges glowing with the everlasting hollow of sweet yellows—a big contrast to the saturation of violet and magenta for the island.

Sanji stared down at his shoes, watching the clouds swing by, most of them dulled into a heart shape, which caused him to smile.

He recalled meeting an odd-looking male—who claimed to be The Cupid the island gushed about, calling him the one that brought together the strongest relationships as he ran around the island looking for the flying freak—with angel wings and a horrid face, much to Sanji’s demise. Although, the words stuck to him harshly.

(“I bring two people who are in love with each other together. That’s my job.”)

And never did a few words ever bring Sanji to a halt.

The chef covered his eyes, keeping himself collected.

Perhaps being in denial of his feelings had done more harm than good. Love wasn’t an old legend—and he knew that all too well, continuing to respect women on a daily basis, but it was rather different with your presence around. A gentle spirit, you had, always quiet in your corner though talkative at times when you choose to be so.

Feelings were first; spring is in his heart. A fool that he was, not wanting to understand it furthermore, though the crazy old angel could’ve been a sickening manipulative enemy. Although Sanji couldn’t even bring it to his heart to fight him—and he wanted to, badly, for laying a hand on you. For bringing your heart to misery, but perhaps, he had done that to himself.

The oceanside view was calming, smoke filling his lungs; an exhale was enough to wash away the stress on his shoulders, though not enough to die down the feelings even more.

Sanji raised his leg, wanting to kick at nothing, but his eyes tightened to a close. Love—he wasn’t sure what it was, despite his mind yearning for attention from those that he found beautiful, heartwarming, erratic—leaving his mouth speechless, with no words to fondle their way out of his lips.

And he wanted that attention from you, so bad. For how long?

He couldn’t remember.

Sanji sucked into his cigarette, keeping his bottom lip trembling right before he dropped it to the ground. He stomped on the flame—lit fire dragging out to nothing but ash. He gritted his teeth, hating every bit of himself for tucking away the feelings; all the doubts, though perhaps, maybe for one waking moment of his life, it would wash away if he had only spoken about how he felt.

Hearing footsteps behind him, his eyes widened, only to turn around to see your presence.

Tears flowed from your cheeks, nearly drowning in your mouth with a large portion of blood coming near your lips.

Without hesitation, Sanji took a few steps closer, taking in the presence of your disheveled hair.

Feeling his heart quicken, he gulped; fists clenched in anger seeing your state.

“My lo—love,” he murmured. “You look so hurt.”

“Sanji!” You cried out loud, gripping onto your hair.

“I told them to get Chopper! Why the hell are you—”

“Sanji, please!”

Your roaring voice caused his breath to hitch for a brief moment. His clenched fists slowly unwind, where his fingers shook right before he took in the steps to grab ahold of your presence. Not minding the bloodstains, Sanji brushed it all off—only to pull you close to his chest.

The feeling of your body close to his.

The pain within your heart stopped; no heartstrings on the verge of snapping, and his voice was louder and clearer than ever. With the sun at the blink of the horizon, you knew it was setting—although it remained a hollow pink to your vision. And Sanji continued to tighten the hug between you hard—enough to cause you to cough out blood.

Though the pain within your chest was dying—slowly easing out from the misery.

“You’re okay,” Sanji whimpered, fighting back his trembling lips. “You’re okay, it’s okay, you’re not dying, right?”

“No…” you whispered, hands shaking. “I—I feel better when you’re around.”

His eyes enlarged; a gasp following suit.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Sanji cried out loud, eyes stinging from his sudden sob. You stood there in confusion, only to hug him back carefully—a pat on his back here and there before tightening your grasp on him, enough to feel as if the world never mattered and only you both had shared the meaning of life together.

Your vision blurred to pink, but at least other colors shined within his spirit.

Love is thicker than heavy fog, more frequent than one may seem, and can easily ponder one’s spirit to nothing but turmoil and resentment, though what follows suit can lead to happiness—whether it would be forever or for a short moment in time.

“Sanji…” you coughed, nearly falling to the ground. “I feel lightheaded.”

“Don’t move, love, you’re okay,” Sanji forced a laugh, batting away the tears with his fluttering eyes. “I’ll be right here next to you. You’re not dying on me.”

“It seems like I am,” you murmured, right before you spat out blood on the ground.

Sanji’s lips trembled. “We’ll find Chopper, and he’s gonna take good care of you. I’ll be making your favorite dishes for the next two weeks, and I’m not leaving your side, okay?”

“I’m so tired,” you exhaled, only to keep your head down on his lap. “So tired.”

“Hey now,” Sanji chuckled, keeping a palm on your cheek, brushing his thumb along the heated skin. “I’ll sleep with you, okay? So that you’re not alone.”

“Sleep… with me?”

“Not like that!” He quipped, turning red on his cheeks before slapping himself physically. Though, the thought caused his pupils to dilate—right as his mind spiraled into an inappropriate route, and covered the start of his nosebleed with his wrist. “Ah, I can’t ever do anything to make you uncomfortable, my sweet.”

You started to wail out a cry, covering your mouth before coughing into your palm—red darkening the skin with a frightening liquid; chest aching to no avail, an infinite amount of sharp daggers to your veins.

“Sanji, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed loudly; he stared down at you questioningly. “I think I’m gonna die.”

“Don’t you dare say that!” Sanji argued back. “Please, don’t say that, I’m not gonna lose you over some dumb cupid jackass.”

“It’s okay!” You forced a smile; blood sticking to the whites of your teeth. “I got to share a happy life with everyone on the ship… especially you.

“I’m so damn sorry, love,” Sanji cried loudly, gritting his teeth. “I found that bastard and I couldn’t have it in my heart to kill him after what he said to me…”

“Sanji,” you grinned; he choked on a sob. “It’s okay. I’m—I’m happy you’re here with me.”

“You’re not leaving me, okay?”

“I feel so tired,” you exhaled softly, eyes gently closing. “I want to sleep…”

“No, no,” Sanji patted your cheek. “Stay awake, love, ‘kay? You can get your beauty sleep later, though it’s not like you need any,” he chuckled, grinning.

Your eyes opened, watching him cry above you while your head laid on his lap.

His mind screamed at him—only to have his mouth burst open.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something important!”

With your lips quivering, you cried. “Sanji, I need to tell you something too!”

The sun peeked over the clouds, barely bringing in the light to his face right before he ducked his head down. Tears fell on your cheeks right as Sanji let out a cry, reminiscing careful moments in his head—memories that he couldn’t wash away, even if he had wanted to.

A gentle moment of when you washed the dishes with him, where you always offered regardless of Sanji’s argument of having you keep your ‘pretty little hands’ to yourself and that he’d be the man to do all the cleaning. Though you insisted, always bringing in any offer to help around if possible—and his heart ached.

A lavish moment of when you placed flowers in his hair without warning, and he never bickered about it once. Always cherished the bits of petals that were tucked beneath his ears and danced with the wind—and his heart ached, beating faster than before.

Those cherishable moments where he was injured, though you stayed by his bedside, waiting for his recovery and when you listened to him go on about the All Blue and even the way you smiled alongside his presence and—and—and—and his heart continued to pulse into an uncontrollable rhythm.

Sanji closed his eyes, bracing for impact as he let out a cry.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N!”

Your eyes inflated, surprised at his sudden words.

Without holding back, the chef let out a sob.

“I’m so damn sorry for not telling you how I felt before—but I love you! Everything about you is perfect and I want to cherish the rest of my life with you!”

Not realizing it right away, the pain in your heart softened, where the throbbing died down.

“Sanji!” You yelled loudly, letting out a relieved laugh. “I love you, you idiot!”

He grinned cheekily, covering his eyes that were overflowing with tears. “Why do you have to yell at me and still act beautifully when you do it?”

“You’re such a dork,” you quipped. “But I love you for it!”

After one blink, you gasped at your vision slowly fading back to the normal atmosphere, where no shades of pink flourished around to cloud the surrounding environment. Moving from your spot, groaning out loud, you clutched on your chest, feeling the paralyzing pain wash away.

“Y/N…?” Sanji held his hand out.

You sat up, looking at him—eyes widening at him with his trembling hand.

Without hesitating, you threw your arms around him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Sanji gasped out loud, right before returning the hug back with his arms wrapped around your figure—he let out relieved chuckles, nuzzling his neck along your shoulder.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Sanji exhaled repeatedly, weeping softly.

“I can hear you say that forever,” you responded.

“And…” he pulled back, smiling wide at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I will say that forever if I have to.”

You blinked, wiping away the tears—grateful for the overwashing pain to finally fade away from your heart as your vision fell back to its normal state.

“Forever?” You asked.

He smiled; lips close to the flushed skin.

“Forever.”

“Whoaaa, look at these onions!”

Luffy cried out loud, jumping up and down near the railing, looking at the fallen bag where the vegetables were slowly rolling around. “Haha, this is sooo awesome!”

You watched the captain jump around the vegetables while Chopper used his stethoscope to keep track of your heart rate. He nodded right before the reindeer smiled at you with big eyes; nose fidgeting. “You’ll be fine, Y/N. I’m glad that you’re not lovesick anymore, but I made some medicine for you to take every night.”

“Thank you, Chopper,” you smiled, petting the doctor who suddenly did a little dance in regards to your kindness. “I didn’t even think love sickness was a thing.”

The reindeer nodded quickly. “It is. It forces the victim to suffer extreme pain near their heart and chest. The only cure is to have the patient officially declare their feelings. Apparently, it doesn’t affect those who aren’t in love.”

“You know,” Nami hummed in, catching your attention. She shook her head before pouting. “Had I known that you and Sanji liked each other, I would’ve made a bet on who would have confessed first.”

Robin laughed, closing her eyes in enjoyment. “We already know Y/N would’ve been more confident enough to say something.”

“Hey now!” Usopp’s familiar voice rang out from behind the two women. “If it wasn’t for me and my super awesome love giving advice, Y/N wouldn’t have the power to unleash their amaaazing feelings to our beloved chef!”

Coughing out loud, Franky stretched and shook his head. “Hey, don’t act all prideful now, bro.”

“Don’t argue with me, you’re the one that said that Y/N shouldn’t confess their feelings!”

“But… they still did!” Franky started to cry immediately, purring out loud happily right before he struck a pose. “And it was sooo super!”

“Wait,” you blinked at Usopp and Franky. “You guys saw me and Sanji together near the sunset?”

“Well, of course!” Usopp’s voice was raised more confidently. “I had to make sure our dear friend was taken care of and I went to your aid immediately!”

“Hey,” Franky murmured. “I was there too. We were both freaking out together.”

“Yohohoho!” Brook’s laugh echoed as he made his steps to you. “I’m very delighted to hear about our new relationship onboard the Thousand Sunny. Remind me to play a tune in celebration for you later, Y/N.”

You blinked, awkwardly laughing. “Ah, you don’t have to do that, you see…”

“Oh, my dear, I would be able to see—if I had eyes! Yohohoho!”

“Dear God.”

“Oi, Marimo, I had that last finishing move ready!”

Sanji’s voice caused your eyes to widen, and a smile grew on your face immediately. Standing up too fast, Chopper grabbed onto your hand and gave you a look to watch for your physical health—to not take things too far and fast right away, and you stood with the others (ignoring the jumpy Luffy behind you, as he played with the pink and purple onions).

Zoro and Sanji got on the ship, where they both carried bags—which could be more ingredients—and they went on arguing. Their faces were scratched up, but Sanji promised you that he’d take care of the cupid bastard once you were under Chopper’s care.

(Luffy had been too distracted with the different colored vegetables, but.

That was alright.)

“Yeah, yeah,” Zoro quipped, shaking his head. “Should’ve been faster, but the chef is even too slow on his own feet.”

“What’d you say you—” Sanji started to snap back right before he dropped his bag and then immediately rushed over to your presence.

You smiled at him, only to cry out in surprise when his arms were thrown around you. Not caring that the others were around, he pulled back—with a brightening smile—as Sanji placed his lips on yours; chapped slightly, though molded together perfectly.

He pulled away, grinning happily. “You’re okay,” he sighed.

“Of course,” you responded. “Never felt better.”

Sanji pulled you in for a hug, pressing faint kisses on your neck, causing you to giggle. “I love you so much.”

“Careful,” Chopper poked Sanji’s ankles. “Don’t eat their face now, they’re not food, Sanji.”

“Oh, Chopper!” Robin chuckled into her palm.

“Yeah, please don’t make out in front of us,” Nami laughed along with Robin. “And Luffy, shut the hell up! They’re just onions!”

“This is so super!” Franky cried into his large arm. “I have never been so proud of my own bestie!”

“You go, Y/N!” Usopp wailed, cupping his mouth with his palm. “Remember you couldn’t have done it without me!”

“This brings me warmth to my heart,” Brook clapped his hands. “Oh wait, I don’t—”

“You don’t have a heart!” Chopper giggled with a smile.

“Please, Chopper… skull jokes are all I have!”

Zoro scoffed, showing off a satisfied smirk. “Finally,” he shook his head. “You two have been gushing at each other for too long now. It was pretty obvious. Now don’t go eating each other’s faces in front of us.”

“Wait,” Luffy scratched his neck in confusion. “Why would Y/N and Sanji eat each other? Are they yummy?”

“Are you an idiot?” Sanji quipped, scrunching his nose.

Luffy hummed, pouting. In an instant, he grinned widely, and then his jaw dropped excitedly. “Wait—Sanji, if you ever taste Y/N, can you let me know how they taste?!”

“You fucking idiot!”

“Whaaat… I’m sure they taste like meat, right?”

“Watch your damn mouth!”

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#sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji imagine #one piece imagine

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Can I get the Vinsmoke Brothers with an s/o who is chubby and very insecure about it? Your Blog is amazing btw🥰

Omg sweetie I feel so bad for doing this but theVinsmoke bros are not,,, nice people,,, so I’m gonna put a warning for bodyshamingand overall vinsmokeness here xd

The Vinsmoke bros with a chubby s/o who is pretty insecure about it headcanon

Ichiji

„Hah, so your curvy appearance isbothering you, (Y/N)? My, that is quite unfortunate… but I assureyou that as long as I find your body enjoyable, there is nothing toworry about~“

the fact that you’re to some extentashamed of your body doesn’t bother Ichiji in the slightest. He isnever truly considerate of your feelings, and this is no exception…

actually, he likes that you’remaking yourself even more vulnerable to him by opening up about your insecurities,because that way it’s even easier for him to control you and keep you in place…

if you were hoping for Ichiji to sootheyour worries or try to cheer you up, get ready for disappointment

he’s not your psychologist and also won’t go„oh no, boo, but you’re gorgeous!“- if your opinion about yourbody image is more on the negative side, so be it.

I mean hey, he’s liking it and thatshould be all that counts. But he’s not going to try and convince youto believe that and will compliment you very rarely since he doesn’twant to give your confidence too much of a boost

sometimes he’s even playing with thethought of actually increasing your insecurities by forcing you to walkin clothes that reveal more skin than you might be comfortable with.He never actually goes through with it, but the thought of seeing youall submissive and bashful does give him a hard on

he’s just… not nice or understandingat all. Your worries and insecurities will fall on deaf ears withthis ass

Ichiji is by far the worst out of allthree when it comes to dealing with your insecurities. It would befor the best if you wouldn’t even tell him about it in the first place…

Niji

„Oi, you’re the girlfriend of aVinsmoke (Y/N), so stop complaining about your body- it’s pathetic!“

ugggh how bothersome. Since when is youbeing chubby a problem? I thought you knew that Niji likes your bodythe way it is, so just be happy with it already!

believe me when I say that if Niji hada problem with your body, then he would have told you so already. Along time ago. He’s very blunt when it comes to those type of thingsand always makes sure to openly voice his opinion when there’ssomething he doesn’t like

similar to Ichiji, he is more focussedon how he feels about your body rather than how you do. But regardless,he does somewhat wonder why you wouldn’t see how attractive it is…

most of the time he is simply blendingyour sad complains out or might even go as far as suggesting that ifyou really have such a problem with your body, then his father’sscientists might have a way to fix it…

but that is more of an empty offer,actually. Niji just wants you to stop complaining and perhaps allowing you to gainsome sort of ‘hope’ that there might be a way to fix your worries will help. Itwon’t happen though. He likes your body the way it is, so it willstay that way

as his girlfriend you don’t need tohave confidence in yourself, but it’s still annoying to have someoneclose to him who seems to be uncomfortable with themselves most ofthe time. Yonji already noticed and is making jokes about it, so will Ichiji soon after- god dammit get a grip (Y/N)!

unlike his older brother Niji doesoccasionally try to make you feel more comfortable with yourself, mainly to get you to stop annoying him and even if it’s reallyhard… he’ll try… to be… sweet

but he’s still a little shit andespecially during steamy sessions Niji might more than once try totease you about your insecurities, often by holding or slapping  those body parts you dislike the most

Yonji

„Pffffff, oh come on now (Y/N), yougot to be kidding! How can anyone hate that sweet little booty ofyours?“

he doesn’t understand. At all. Hisbrain isn’t even trying to comprehend this. What’s wrong with you, why do you feel soshy about your body?

I mean yeah it’s not as perfect as hisbut then again there isn’t a single being able to reach his physicallevel of perfection, so don’t worry too much about it, sweetlips!

…and after all, you got dat ass, demcurves, what is there to be insecure of?

and with Yonji there are MANY tongue slipswhere he tries to make a joke about your negative views on your bodybut they always turn out way more malicious than he had intended… some are even downright mean, but he doesn’t realize that

well but at least he will offer you some sort ofsupport. Because part of him thinks your worries come from a place ofinsecurity, and that you are simply thinking your body isn’t goodenough for him. Once again, the Vinsmoke makes it all about himself anddoesn’t realize that this is a thing about you…

his way of 'helping’ you is to make youwear skimpy clothes. Like,,, really skimpy clothes that show off waymore skin than you might be comfortable with. Ehh, isn’t this called'shock therapy’ or something…? Confronting yourself with yourbiggest fears, something among those lines…? Surely it’ll help!

…however, the thirsty looks his brothersand soldiers give you quickly make Yonji realize that his planbackfired big time. Like, really big time. Not only did it not help with your problems, now everyone is also lusting after his girl! Good job, onion boy…

so in the end he might just push youoff to a psychiatrist so he can help you get over your 'problems’, since he clearly isn’t helping and just making everything worse for both of you

#one piece #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #op headcanon #one piece headcanon

[torosiken]

Question do you like WCI arc? What are your thoughts on it? What do you like or do you not like about it?

hi anon thanks for asking me this question XD *cracks fingers* hoo man this is gonna be long. To anyone, please don’t get offended on what I am going to write- just in case you get the wrong idea.

well, before I start I have to admit that I am a BIG *COUGH* Sanji *COUGH COUGH HACK* fan. And the idea of Sanji Year excited me nonetheless when it first came out, along with the Vinsmokes and marriage theme. I expected a lot of things happening during this arc. And in one side, I do am pleased with the revelation of Vinsmokes and all the new characters. I liked them, however I have to really say I am really displeased with Oda’s writing during this entire arc.

The entire arc was a disaster for me. Not because I expected big things or so. Ever since Sanji’s second backstory was mentioned briefly by the wedding invitation, I already expected this arc will full of cliches and oh-my-god I hate cliches so much. Yet I put my faith in Oda- because maybe he will pull shit out nicely like he always did. But no, we got a horrible rushed-off writing instead.

My guess it’s because Oda announced Year of Sanji back in 2016, and in result, he was rushing himself to write this arc and it ended up having a horrible writing. The idea of this arc was nice- but it was lacking execution. If you have been reading what my friend Malky wrote @sleepdepravity​ about this arc, I agree most of it with her- this arc has no point of character development. Sanji is kind, but the flaunting of that fact in this arc is only shoving that idea in the reader’s face- to make people go “Ooooh Sanji is so kind he is a salvation angel” instead of actually making this a redemption or some short.

The Straw Hats are adults, at this point- character development might not really presented and it was obvious especially ever since the timeskip. They are solid and are collected. And then suddenly this arc happens. If this arc is only going to show how harsh the New World is, it’s not. Because during the entire arc I don’t even get scared at all that Sanji or anyone is going to be killed for that matter. We had that heart attack that Law might get killed back in Dressrosa, but no. Also, apparently Law’s hand can be sewn back just nicely in the end of the arc. It makes me losing the feel that Sanji might actually lose his hands in this arc. Because, for hell if I knew- they could be sewn back just like ho Law’s hands were.

Most of people are disappointed that the SH are separating again, but for me- it’s to be expected. Especially that back in Dressrosa we got mossywara as a group with Luffy. So it’s to be expected that guruwara will be the only team presented in this arc. With addition of Pedro and Carrot in the gang, that was acceptable. I liked the minks when they were first introduced. But then, Pedro and Carrot joining SH on their trip out of nowhere is way too random. Kinemon, Bartolomeo, and Cavendish joining the war as a gang is actually more established than Pedro simply joining by -assigned-. Carrot joining the gang was written out nicely, however I am displeased on how she is portrayed after that.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked Carrot as a character. But don’t you think she is too overpowered? Hey, it’s great to get a strong, badass female character. And she is cute too. HOWEVER- CONTEXT IS she is YOUNG, and she was joining the trip RANDOMLY. She never been outside before. Yet she could stand up against BM’s troops? Dude. Remember the SH back in the early days? Remember how crazy strong Zoro depicted as? He was still struggling and BADLY too at some of low-rank enemies. This is Carrot’s first adventure out of Zou. And she could handle things NICELY without getting much injuries. Even if she is depicted as a strong character, this kind of writing is just too rushed for her character.

Next is Pudding. Oh God. PUDDING. I LOVE LOVE LOVE PUDDING SO MUCH. When she was first appeared, I already liked her cute attitude- and hell, I wouldn’t mind IF she stayed cute like that at all. And then there was EVIL PUDDING revealed with the memory powers. Dude, that really makes me into her. HOWEVER then Oda decided to fuck things up. Because one second, she was shown with a flashback with Lola and then the next second, she was evil. And then, suddenly she was crying just because a MAN calling her THIRD EYE BEAUTIFUL. The backstory was cool. But… are you SERIOUS??? Then she decided to fall in love with SANJI JUST BECAUSE THAT ONE LINE??? I wouldn’t mind if there was MORE BUILD UP between the two. Maybe like— make their exchanges longer during the pre-wedding scenes??? So Pudding can be more touched by Sanji’s gentleman-y and kindness aftermath??? But come on… the build up was so lacking it makes Pudding like an inconsistent little kid. Come on. Also, give us more screentime of that memory power won’t you Oda? What’s the use of mentioning it if you aren’t going to make Pudding USE IT???

And then there’s Big Mom herself. As many have pointed out about Big Mom, it makes ZERO SENSE that she wanted everything to live in peace BUT THEN SHE CLAIMED PUDDING’S THIRD EYE AS UGLY… WHAT??? It bugs me out especially that she is a Yonko. Strong and powerful. One second she agreed to marry her child with Capone for power, but next second she tried to murder the Vinsmokes to gain their power- I mean- dude??? that was so random????? She could’ve go along with the marriage like all the other times but she decided to go against a fucking nationality filled with assassins out of all deals??? What makes her to think of that??? Why didn’t she murder the other marriage dealers instead??? Didn’t she knew the Vinsmokes were rumored to be so strong even if they actually was clueless in this fucking arc? There was no caution to the Vinsmokes at all?????

And now here comes the Vinsmokes. BRO. You were rumored to be a strong ass kingdom and then they are… this STUPID??? I love the power rangers-esque outta them. But like… dude. You are a fucking nation with science basis. And they are apparently so stupid. Falling on BM’s trap just LIKE THAT? You are trying to make a deal with a PIRATE. Are you expecting things to go simply as that? You have troops. What kind of royalties are you? There wasn’t any soldiers at the wedding party. COME ON. YOU ARE TOO DUMB. Also if I were Judge I might as well kept Sanji for his brain and use him as the tactical commander. Or maybe at least KEEP HIM FOR A FUCKING BLOOD AND ORGAN SUPPLY IN CASE ANY OF THE FRONT ROW TRIPLETS ARE INJURED IN A FIGHT. ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO BE AN EVIL GROUP OF PEOPLE? THEN YOU FAILED WAYS TO BE EVIL GENIUSES. YOU ARE TOO DUMB TO BE EVIL GENIUSES.

And now I am talking about the Straw Hats. Jinbei joining the SH statement was EPIC but like… then I felt nothing. There was no impact to that or whatever. The only MVP in this whole arc is Brook. And I love Luffy. At least bless the Gods that he never changed. Nami in this arc was… horrible. She is suddenly just being a whiny moody kid. She kicked ass nicely in the last chapter action but like- during the entire thing she was just…. there. We are not seeing much action from her NEW WEAPON that was actually there to be a new fighting spotlight. I mean… come on???

And now we got Sanji. Oh god oh god oh god. Why.

I am not going to comment on how he is crying and shit or beating up Luffy. I actually understand why he does all of that. My only concern here is in the WRITING ON ALL OF THOSE SCENES AND NOT HOW SANJI iS ACTING DURING THE WHOLE THING. Sanji is still Sanji, and how he acts is actually still very in-character and it was nice. Including how stupid he is to think to leave the SH. And then we suddenly got Sanji saving the Vinsmokes on the fucking table scene- like a salvation angel coming from the depths of hell. I knew it was supposed to be symbolic, but it was FAR TOO CLICHE and this fucking arc is shoving down “LOOK AT HOW KIND SANJI IIIISSSSS” in reader’s face too much and I’m hella sick of it. You could’ve done that WITHOUT THAT. YEAH SURE. EVERY OP FANS WHO FOLLOW THE ENTIRE OP SHOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SANJI IS NICE ALREADY TBH YOU DOn’T NEED TO FLAUNT IT OVER AND OVER TOO MUCH SLKGSJKGjsKGS

Also Sanji’s second backstory is suddenly changing EVERYTHING about him. It makes as if the first backstory about starvation never happened. No, of course the readers know it’s still there. But suddenly in this one arc it’s treating like it was all that was about- making him sounded like an entire new and different character instead of the Sanji we are all know all these whole time. Character revealations are good, guys. But last time it happened- it was Luffy with his second backstory(ASL). It didn’t change our view on Luffy at all. However, on Sanji- everything did change. All of sudden people are talking about “look at how weak he was! He is not weak anymore! Look at how he never had a proper family and now he does!” when in fact that past was already long gone and Vinsmoke Sanji was dead- he was already reborn as simply Sanji and he was not weak or not having a family. This arc is talking as if he was never having anyone when he actually does.

There’s also Reiju- talking that she couldn’t disobey her father. Yet she occasionally does. This mechanism was confusing in any matter. Also there was the Vinsmoke brothers showing emotions at each other… everything is too inconsistant. Sanji’s resolve to be a chef is not even as strong as I thought it would be. and especially for fucks sake he is a prince, and he is aware that he is one. The fucking kingdom’s system is too fucked up even though I have to admit I liked the kingdom’s concept…

And suddenly I fogotten what else I wanted to write and everything ended up going into a loop without clear points of what I wanted to actually point out /shot

WCI has too many characters to introduce and to be offered. The thing with BM’s head chef is also written as too sudden. I have no surprises if Sanji and that cook is going to have a battle in the future chapters. The classic countdown thing is a thing in OP battles, like in Dressrosa- the time limit existed before the birdcage closes. During this arc, there was the one day to marriage- and the runaway- and to calm down BM’s rage. Time limit wise, it was great to portray all of the characters hurrying and all however- WRITING wise, it was not good to rush things just to make everything fits in into the deadline.

Events in CP9, Marineford, Dressrosa and many many others were having time limits on them, however they were not as rushed as how WCI’s writing was. Oda could’ve managed to sort out more build ups to make this arc flows better thus fitting all of the characters backstories without making things too cliche or rushed.

New World is a harsh place. And I have to admit- I would’ve prefered Sanji to lose his hands or at least a leg. Or maybe even die to make the whole thing flow better. If Oda is trying to portray New World’s harshness with WCI war- the least he could make is to make the characters severely injured- or at least leave some mark off permanently to show how harsh this adventure is.

I am too tired with this arc’s horrible writing that my mind focuses on things to enjoy like “oh look at how uke sanji is in this arc” /shot

Thanks for reading my stupid rant and I hope none of you gets this to the wrong side… hopefully X”D

I am pretty sure i wanted to rant more about this arc but I forgotten what I am displeased with halfway to this answer wwww :”D

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