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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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what makes one piece boys consider fatherhood

☆ characters: sanji, law, shanks

☆ up next: one piece boys experiencing love at first sight

☆ summary: things you do around these characters that make them think of starting families with you..

☆ a/n: this was so fun to write! i hope you all find this as cute as i did :)

sanji

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“But the prince insisted on it, and they had to call Cinderella. She first washed her hands and face clean, and then went and bowed down before the prince, who gave her the golden shoe..” you looked down at the now sleeping lump on your lap, and gently closed the book.

“Looks like he’s out.”

Further out on the deck of the Sunny, you could hear the others playing. You identified Usopp’s voice and Luffy's laughter.

Chopper had fallen asleep to his bedtime story and was out cold on your lap. His tiny breaths were slow and even.

“He’s been sleeping for at least ten minutes. You know, if you read to him every night he’d probably have an actual bedtime,” Sanji said, his chin resting in his hand.

He was sitting next to you, having brought you a drink to offset the evening temperature drop that had sent everyone running for sweaters.

“I know. But he’s a pirate, Sanji,” you defended Chopper’s sleeping schedule, “And he’s old enough now to not need a bedtime.”

“Ah, maybe. But not too old, it seems, for a bedtime story.”

You rolled your eyes, absent-mindedly rubbing Chopper’s back as he slept.

“You know Luffy scraped his knee, playing around with Usopp all day.”

“You don’t say.”

“I swear I’ve seen him come out of battle with less injury,” you laughed, “I patched it up for him and he said he didn’t know I was a doctor.”

“I’m guessing all you did was clean it and put on a band-aid.”

“No idea how he’s made it this long.”

Sanji smiled as he took in a long drag of his cigarette.

“Don’t smoke around Chopper while he sleeps,” you said, scolding Sanji yet again for the same thing.

He blew out the smoke, before begrudgingly putting it out on the ground.

“Wouldn’t wanna wake the baby,” he said.

“He looks so peaceful,” you giggled, “I’m glad he feels safe enough to be resting thoroughly.”

You and the cook shared a long look at how his chest rose and fell.

He would soon be snoring.

Sanji laughed, “My god! Are you sure you didn’t slip melatonin into his hot chocolate?”

You shot him a look.

“He spent all day running around with those two over there,” you gestured towards Luffy and Usopp, “And Robin had him helping her out in the library earlier. Between all that reading and running I’m sure he tired himself out. Does he look comfortable?”

Sanji nodded, smiling at you.

You softly removed his hat from his head, setting it down next to him.

“Should we take him to bed?” you asked Sanji.

“Yes. Eventually. But it’s nice out. Let’s go in ten minutes.” “All right, my love.”

You leaned back, letting your arms support your body weight, palms against the wooden planks of the ship.

Sanji scooted closer to you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You closed your eyes, not to sleep but to enjoy the cool air on your face and neck.

Listening to the sounds of laughter and footsteps come to an end for the day as sleep started to spread throughout the crew.

Sanji silently watched you, unaware of your own dozing off with Chopper on your lap.

He thought about how readily you read him a story from his favorite book. How concern for his well-being had become your number one priority while he was with you.

He felt his chest swell with a mixture of pride and love as he thought of all the other ways you cared for the crew.

Sewing Nami’s torn clothes, helping Robin with the laundry, reminding Usopp and Luffy to be mindful of their manners, and even making sure the swordsman was getting rest.

He brought a hand to your back to lightly rub it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before gazing out at the open ocean.

Thoughts of painting a room with soft hues of blue and building a crib started to form in the back of his mind.

He imagined you carrying a baby, softly singing it to sleep.

Some unfamiliar feeling tugged at his chest, it almost felt like anticipation.

He took a deep breath and tried, to no avail, to direct his thoughts elsewhere.

A baby was- a lot. And you seemed perfectly content now.

And anyways, a pirate ship was no place for a baby.

He sighed and pulled his eyes away from you, settling them back on the sea.

Yet, he could imagine it.

With astounding clarity.

He could imagine buying diapers and binkies. Buying tiny clothes and matching outfits.

Waking you up in the morning with breakfast and coffee in a house of your own.

Coming home to you every night, staying in one place.

Your parents visiting and your lives being somewhat normal.

No bounties or navy or treaties or bars or women or swordsmen.

But not now.

The soft swaying of the ship on choppy waters lulled him back to where he was.

The sounds of life at sea slowly came back to him.

It was late and he had an early morning, full of cooking for the Pirate King ahead of him.

“Sweetheart,” he softly spoke in your ear, ever so gently nudging you awake, “Let’s get to bed, hm?”

You yawned, nodding.

Slowly you picked up Chopper, still dead asleep, and carried him down the stairs toward his room.

Sanji followed right behind, the reindeer’s hat in hand.

He opened the door for you and you walked in laying him down in his bed, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

You stood next to Sanji, bringing your arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of your head, and then your forehead, and then your lips.

“Tired, princess?”

You nodded, resting your head on his chest.

Sanji knew what he wanted.

What you, so fondly looking down at the sleeping reindeer, wanted as well.

But you both had so much time and so many things to do first.

One day, he’d give you everything you wanted.

But for now, he’d carry you to bed.

law

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“Okay, what about this one? Or is it too much?”

You turned towards Law, trying to smooth out the leftover wrinkles in your dress.

“You look beautiful in all of them,” Law said, writing something down, only halfway paying attention.

You groaned, already starting to try on a different dress.

“You’re not paying attention.”

“I am.”

“Law, you haven’t looked up from your notes once. And you can’t just tell me I’m beautiful in everything to make up for it!”

“Well, you are.”

“Ugh!”

A smile spread on his face at your irritation with him, as he continued to go through the loose papers on his desk.

“Look, here’s a dress that proves you wrong.”

You slowly spun around in a hideously fringed orange dress.

You flashed him a sarcastically large smile.

Law, to your surprise, did look up this time.

“Gorgeous.”

He spun around in his chair, burying his head back in his notebook.

“Ugh, asshole.”

You sighed and continued to fish through the pile of dresses.

You spotted a black lace one with a gorgeous neckline.

Much better.

“Ok, fine! I look beautiful in everything, especially this dress,” you pulled it down over your head, adjusting the sleeves, “Please confirm.”

You watched Law slide on his glasses and turn the chair back around slowly.

You laughed, “You’re so immature.”

You enjoyed the rare moments when he allowed himself to completely relax and goof off.

“Just making sure I can give you an honest score, Miss Y/n.”

Oh.. this, he very much did like.

“Orange dress better,” he lied, amused at how this provoked you.

He kept his eyes glued on you, admiring how snug the dress was on your curves.

You were going to kill him.

“You know, it’s a good thing we don’t have a kid. Or I’d have to deal with two children.”

Law was just as intently eating up the sight of you.

He’d meant every bit of it. You were always beautiful in everything, and in nothing.

But that had caught his attention.

The idea of having a kid.

You and him with a baby.

You kept sorting through what remained of the pile as your captain's thoughts trailed. He could imagine it clearly.

He’d always made sure you had everything you needed, never hesitating to spend stolen gold on you.

But he’d give you everything.

After all, who better to give you a baby than a doctor who loved you more than anyone had ever been loved before?

You, waking him up in the middle of the night to check on the baby. The crew teaching them how to speak and read. Bepo would probably have to be monitored around the baby- but only because he was stronger than he knew.

Shachi and Penguin would make proper uncles, Law thought, and he was sure that, even if he didn’t, a baby could find amusement in the Straw Hats.

He imagined the two of you cuddled at night during your hypothetical pregnancy. His cheeks warmed at the thought.

He’d do daily checkups on you, and no better care would be available.

He was already months ahead of himself and decided that while he finished watching you get ready, he’d let himself imagine it.

“Okay!” you applied a final lipstick touch-up, and softly adjusted your hair in the mirror, “Will you help me with this necklace? I’ll be back around 10.”

Law stood up, stretching his back before silently making his way over to you.

“You mentioned us having a baby?”

You rolled your eyes and took hold of the hand he extended toward you. “If you’d like.”

He rested a hand on the small of your back and pulled you into his chest, your giggles flooding his ears.

“C’mere,” he beckoned you to follow him back towards the chair he just got out of.

He pulled you down into his lap on top of him, locking his arms around your waist.

“Law,” you whined, “I’m gonna be late.”

“Of that,” he started, “I have no doubt.”

You squirmed in his grip trying to free yourself to no avail.

“Relax, sweetheart.

You aren’t going anywhere tonight.

We have a baby to make.”

shanks

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“You look delicious, baby,” Shanks lightly slapped your ass and you swatted his hands away, picking up your pace to try and keep up with the running monkey ahead of you.

Luffy had wanted to go to the lake and Makino asked if you’d take him.

You had a certain fondness for him, he reminded you of your siblings when they were his age, restless and wild, so you readily agreed.

“Luffy!” you called, “Luffy, slow down!”

Shanks laughed and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

You pushed your hands against his chest- he was so damn touchy!

“Shanks, please not now, we’re going to lose Luffy if we don’t catch up with him,” you said, starting to run after him.

“Alright, alright,” he relented and the two of you ran together, laughing, after him.

He was already setting up camp when you caught up with him- those stretchy limbs set you at a disadvantage- and was asking for his swim trunks.

You set down a towel and placed the picnic basket on top of it, throwing Luffy his trunks.

Shanks sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, grabbing a beer in the process.

“What’s that?”

The boy stood in front of you, one hand on his hips, the other up his nose, and pointed at the drink.

“Beer! Try it!”

“Shanks.”

Luffy reached for the can and you turned him around before he could grab it.

“Why don’t we go in the lake?”

“But Shanks told me if I try to swim all my hair will fall out and I’ll forget how to read.”

You turned to your boyfriend and shot him a disapproving look as he erupted into a fit of childish laughter.

“Well, you don’t know how to read anyway, so let’s go!”

You secured a pair of floaties onto his arms and ran with him to the water, followed by Shanks after he set down some rocks onto the towel so it wouldn’t fly away.

He picked you both up and geared up to throw you into the cold, clear waves.

Both you and Luffy tightened your grip on the man after realizing what he was intending to do and created a tangle of arms and hands.

He still made the effort, though, and ended up getting thrown in along with both of you.

You all came up laughing and gasping for air, and Shanks held Luffy as you swam, not wanting to risk anything by leaving him on his own in the water.

After an hour or so of swimming and splashing and throwing water at each other, Luffy started to get tired and let go of Shanks, paddling towards you as best he could.

You grabbed him and he held on to you, wrapping his little arms around your neck.

Within a few minutes, he was asleep.

Shanks, who also seemed to have calmed down, smiled at you and made his way over. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m gonna go put him down for a nap. He’s so cute,” you said.

Shanks nodded, not able to resist slapping your ass as you got out of the water.

You set Luffy down on the blanket, laying down next to him. He was out cold. The warm heat of the sun covered your body and lulled you to sleep right next to Luffy.

After another hour or so of swimming in the lake and looking for pretty rocks to give you, Shanks made his way towards the both of you, unable to control his smile as he saw you and Luffy asleep bundled up together, your arms wrapped around him.

He thought, for a moment, that he might just steal Luffy away and bring him on board the Red Force. But part of him wanted a baby that was truly yours and his, Luffy was wild and untamed, and Luffy had plenty of his own adventures and stories to live on his own.

But he could see it so clearly, with how you worried about the kid and cared for him. You were protective and he knew that if anyone threatened or endangered Luffy with you around, they’d meet a grisly end.

It warmed his heart in a way he’d never experienced.

He wanted, not just to be a dad, but to make you a mother.

He sat next to you both and watched, his heart full of contentment.

“Mmm.. Shanks,” Luffy slowly started to wake up, “‘m hungry.”

“Want a sandwich buddy?”

He sat up, looking groggy, and nodded, rubbing his eyes.

Shanks handed him a sandwich from the picnic basket and rustled his hair.

Luffy ate, asking Shanks about his maritime adventures, laughing at his stories.

“Did Y/n bring juice?”

“She sure did! But you should try beer!”

Luffy eagerly nodded and Shanks stifled his laughter as best he could, you were going to kill him.

You heard coughing and laughing and slowly blinked your eyes open, your brain muddled with sleep.

Sitting up, you stretched out your limbs and turned toward all the noise.

Luffy had a beer in hand and was chugging it, you saw several other crushed cans littering the ground.

They were both laughing and Shanks looked like he had tears in his eyes.

Shanks heard you stirring awake and shared a split second of panicked eye contact with you before grabbing Luffy and running before you could start yelling at him.

You took a deep breath.

“SHANKS!”

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summershouto · 2 months

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The Hc that Sanji has a small 3 tattoo from Germa BUT he wasn't even aware of it

all of the Vinsmoke kids were tattooed according to their corresponding numbers at a very young age. Young enough that there’s no memory of actually getting the tattoo

Sanji's is very small and the ink was his Germa assigned color yellow, which makes it blend in with his skin a bit. The numbers were printed small and thin to remain inconspicuous. After all, the kids all have noticeable differences, so the tattoos were more of a formality, an insurance, rather than a functioning identifier. essentially the numbers can go unnoticed without careful inspection— and there would be no reason for the kids to analyze their own backs

luffy is the first person to comment on it. he has a knack for catching small details, especially when it pertains to his crew. Maybe he spots it when Sanji is changing or it catches his eye after a shirtless sanji rescues him from the water. Either way, Luffy curiously asks about the mark on Sanjis back. Sanji has no idea what he’s referring to so he dismisses it as another weird Luffy comment and Luffy moves on to something else catching his interest

Chopper is the one who actually tells Sanji about it. After he performs surgery on sanjis back, he informs him that his tattoo was not damaged in any way from his injury or operation. This time Sanji freezes. He has questions- after all Chopper is a medical professional and has no reason to make up stories or ask random meaningless questions. Chopper uses a mirror to show sanji exactly where the tattoo is placed on his back and Sanji goes silent once he realizes what it is and where it must have come from

Chopper is curious about how Sanji ended up with a tattoo he has no memory of, but Sanji waves him off with a lie about getting drunk and entering a tattoo parlor. Chopper respects Doctor-Patient confidentiality of course, so he never brings up the mysterious tattoo again.

Sanji goes to great lengths to keep anyone else from seeing the tattoo. In the bunk room he changes with his back to the wall and in the bath he sinks deeper into the water. No one will ever see his exposed back again.

When he’s alone, Sanji looks at very little else. He quickly learns the best way to position himself to study his reflection. He stares long enough to memorize his own back. He learns he has a few freckles dotted along his spine, his shoulder blades stick out slightly more than average, and of course he knows just how striking the color yellow can be. His eyes are drawn to the mark like a magnet and at times he can practically feel it burning into his skin

He hates it. It’s a direct link to his past- the one he was told to never speak of. It’s like Germa is mocking him… yet he also feels conflicted by it. He rejects Germa, but he can’t help but wonder what his younger self would have thought about being forever marked as one of them. He wonders if it would have made accepting his banishment harder. He wonders if Judge even remembers that the tattoo was given to him.

In the end he manages to push it aside like he does with all of his other Germa memories. Even if it disturbs and sickens him whenever he remembers what is printed on his back, he moves forward.

Until Whole Cake of course. It’s a cruel reminder that Sanji had never actually been free; that he’d been branded as theirs since birth and his years after escaping their clutches was only borrowed time.

(Until Luffy reminds him that freedom is something he will always ensure for his friends. He reminds him that Sanji has never been one of them.)

Back on Whole Cake when Sanji sees Reiju again he asks her about the tattoos; if she knew of their existence. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised when she stares at him blankly and says she always knew.

#someone tag a big twitter account so people will make art of this #just kidding … unless 👀#sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke siblings #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke sanji #so sorry to tag him as that but it’s about him and the vinsmokes so #luffy #chopper #sanji headcanon #whole cake island #some angst for ya #reiju #germa 66 #one piece

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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random sanji headcanon

male reader...obviously

thinking about how sanji is the most devoted lover in the world. also thinking of how the moment sanji saw you he knew he was a GAY man. he no longer felt romantic attraction towards any women, it was like a phenomenon. sanji is a GAY man and he accepts it sooner rathwr rhan later because hello?? youre right in front of him and he needs to woo you before someone steals you away. HE NEEDS TO HAVEYOU TO SHOW HOW DEVOTED AND LOYAL OF A LOVER HE IS like hello he is begging you to look at him, acknowledge him, anything just please spare him a second of your attention or he might go crazy.

instead those reactions are reserved for when you do literally anything. he loves you so much. he can't imagine ever parting ways with you.

that's why he makes an effort to be extra doting on you. he wants you to know hes your boyfriend. hes no one elses but yours. his entire existence is reserved for you, you wont have to lift your finger to do anything anymore - sanji is there to do it for you <3

sanji loves his boyfriend very very very very much and plans on making that same man his husband in the (hopefully near) future.

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cowboyjigen · 1 year

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totally utterly incomprehensibly in love or getting caught staring

warnings: fluff,, kinda cheesy writing but i thought it was cute lol, i tried to make them different ish,, angst in yamato’s tho bc i was very upset at the choice to not go with the strawhats,,

zoro feels it from a mile away. the eyes glued to his shirtless form as he starts to doze off in the sun. cracking his eye open he’s met with a flushed face turning away from the other side of the ship. a small smile breaks on his lips and he shifts a bit to allow for a bit more space. as footsteps approach he once again is face to face with a look of pure adoration and love.

the first time it happened sanji swore he was in heaven. he was cooking a meal for his mon cheri when he looked over. looking at him was a face totally lost in thought. wide smile and dazed eyes. he looked away before he found himself in the same trance.

luffy is a hero. after helping yet another person he looks to them cheering only to find a proud look and warm eyes looking back at him. he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around their frame. when the pair broke away they stood there just looking at each other for a few minutes.

he was always busy. sorting through the papers on his desk law looked up at the sound of the door creaking. he assumed bepo was coming to scold him for working so late. but the soft look plastered on his lovers tired face told him all he needed to know. so he packed up the papers while kind eyes kept watch.

he was tired. a hand smoothed over ace’s forehead waking him up. he opened his eyes to see who had disturbed his slumber. a contest between the two had started now. filled with a sleepy love shared only between the waking hours before a busy day. he lost, only to look away and blush.

the look wasn’t comforting. yamato felt tears prick his eyes when he saw it. he wanted to run forward and hold them but he couldn’t move. never in his life had he felt more shackled in place. the stare was desperate for love. but as the ship sailed off he knew he would have to accept it.

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sanjislillady · 1 year

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☾ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ☾

ft: ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ! x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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note: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ, ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ | ɴꜱꜰᴡ |

| ꜱꜰᴡ |

He prepared this for months, years truly, but it finally started making sense when you entered the picture. Like the final puzzle piece was placed, making it whole. That's how Sanji looked at you, at the life you two were creating together. He loved everything about you, from head to toe, every inch of your body he worshiped, cherished. Never letting you forget it for one single moment.

That's why he had to make tonight perfect, not a puzzle piece out of place, all perfectly synced together. You would be proud of him right? For accomplishing something like this? For completing a goal he worked so hard for? Of course you would, he's just nervous, over thinking, yeah that's all.

Sanji checked his watch, knowing you’ll be here any minute. He made sure everything was placed properly, one round table adorning the center of the room, with lofted ceilings that a chandelier hung perfectly above, roses decorating the floor, petals on the table. Candles littered around the room, the lights dimly shining.

He looked down, triple checking his suit. Oh how he hopes this is enough. Is it not enough for someone as magnificent as you? Did u deserve more on valentines day? Of course you did, how could he be so stupid. He ruined it, fuck he ruined it.

He placed a cigarette to his lips, pulling the lighter allowing it to meet. The flame flickered ever so lightly, the cigarette falling to the ground. My oh my, you looked breathtaking. The way you stood there admiring everything about your favorite restaurant. All the work he put into, trying to make it as magical as he could. Your skin looked like diamonds, from the way the candles flickered. Your hair was so perfectly put together, your dress flowing over your curves like a waterfall. He was so incredibly undeserving of someone this exquisite.

He slowly walked up to you, reaching his hand out, awaiting for you to place your delicate hand on his. As soon as you did, he felt like the luckiest man in this entire galaxy, snapping him back to reality. This is real, you are real, and you are his.

He slowly bent down kissing the back of your hand, looking up through his lashes as you watched him. “Happy Valentine's Day my princess.”

He spoke with such love, so much emotion, that when the blush filled your cheeks, he couldn't help but chuckle. You were truly the most adorable human.

He pulled the chair out for you, his hand never letting go of yours until you were seated, pushing the chair in. You followed him with your eyes as he made his way over to his side. The suit he wore, one of his more expensive ones. The way everything hugged his body exposing him in the most delectable ways, wearing your favorite shade of button up, with a tie that matched your outfit. His hair falling perfectly just like it always did, with the perfect amount of wave to it, just how you love it. If there weren't dishes on this table, you would take him right here and now.

As if he read your mind, “My darling, I made your favorite meal from here. I hope I did half as good as they do, make sure to leave the cook feedback, yeah?” He spoke with a smirk, lifting the silver lid, the aroma filling the air. The air is filled with all sorts of aromas from all the dishes laid out for the two of you. He truly went all out, how could you ever be so lucky to love a man such as Sanji.

The food was unworldly, you truly will never get over how perfect Sanji is in the kitchen, amongst other things. As you sat your utensils down, you looked up to find the man himself looking back at you.

“ The food was good, maybe not as good as the original, but close.” You joked with a smile, causing Sanji to chuckle back with his signature smirk.

“Guess I should keep the head chef then huh?” He responded, cocky, leaning back against the chair.

“What?” Was all you reciprocated , you stared back at his smirk that kept growing. You knew he was up to something, the way he has been acting for months, nothing suspicious, but no. No way, did he? Did he really?

“Sanji, what are you saying? Stop fucking around.” You half chuckled, nervous as to if what you were thinking was what he was about to apply.

“It’s yours baby.” Was all he spoke. Taking a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it. Never taking his eyes off you. Looking at you entire being, drinking you in, like he was waiting for this moment, watching your facial expressions as you put the pieces together. Waiting for when the final puzzle piece clicked.

“You didn’t Sanji.” You whispered out, shocked, almost breathlessly.

“I did baby, welcome to your restaurant. Is it okay if I smoke in here?” He responded as the smoke danced off his lips, searching your lips for the answer, all he found was you dropping down onto his lap.

You sunk down onto him, letting your hands land on his face cupping his cheeks. His own hand finding home on your hip, giving a light squeeze.

“Sanji, did you buy my favorite restaurant?” You already knew the answer, he was talking about buying a restaurant for over a year now, always asking for your opinions. Never realizing until now, that your favorite restaurant was slowly turning into yours. All the little details that pulled the restaurant together were here right now. The amazing chandelier in the center, color of the walls, the portraits that added substance. He hasn’t taken you here in a few months but he always just said “ You gotta spice it up baby, expand your palate .” In reality, he was making this restaurant what you both wanted.

You were so overwhelmed, his hand squeezing again ringing you back in, “ You okay my love? Is it too much?” He asked, putting out his cigarette , concern slowly lacing his face.

Too much ? If you weren’t sure you wanted to marry this man, you did now. Not only did he accomplish his dream, but he included you in it too. Never once letting you not make choices with him, letting you be every step of the way without letting the surprise slip.

You let your right hand slowly trace down his check, jaw, neck, until it made its way to his tie. Grabbing it and pulling him to your lips.

He kissed back, his other hand finding its way to your lower back, sinking into the kiss, relief washing over him. He did it, he accomplished his dream, and bought a restaurant too.

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nicryukyo · 7 months

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I was trying to keep my mouth shut cause I wanted to add this lil headcanon on a Sanji x male reader fic in the future....

but, since I can't shut up, here it is:

Headcanon that Sanji won't ever let you cum on his mouth because he doesn't wanna ruin his delicate taste buds.

#one piece #op #vinsmoke sanji #op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x reader #sanji x male reader #sanji headcanon #one piece headcanon

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zorogasm · 5 months

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sanji who secretly wears lingerie ....... im thinking

#sanji #sanji headcanon

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willowbelle · 2 months

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"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, fem afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

a few drabbles for how the monster trio + ace & law respond to you asking them to fuck you harder! (>ᴗ•) !

cw: fem afab!reader, piv sex, spanking, praise, choking, rough sex, positions (in order): mating press, doggy style, cowgirl, wall sex, prone bone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

Luffy:

Luffy seldom falters in his incessant pace; he revels in his ability to fuck you like an animal in heat; harder and faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. He's captivated by the sounds emanating from your throat, and the knowledge that he's the one eliciting such responses makes it even more enticing. He diligently strives to uncover a wide array of your vocalizations, collecting them, almost.

On this occasion in particular, he’s got you on your back, legs dangling over his toned shoulders as he holds you down by your waist, pounding his length into your needy cunt while you scream and whine for him.

A new noise erupts from your heaving chest, one that Luffy’s never heard before; a plea,

“Please, Luffy, harder!”

The foreign sentence prompts his ears to perk up, momentarily causing his pace to falter. He looks down at you, his eyes widening as he carefully studies your face to confirm he heard you correctly.

Suddenly, a smile tugs at his lips, and he bursts into hearty laughter,

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he giggles, but his tone is tinted with a bit of playful arrogance, “Sure! If you think you can handle it!”

Seeing your desperation as a challenge, the captain accepts eagerly, aiming to prove himself. He grounds his knees harder into the mattress and pulls his hips back before thrusting in abruptly, making you cry out as the tip of his cock batters your sweet spot.

"That's a new one!" he chuckles, the unfamiliar sound igniting a flame within him that courses through his veins and singes his blood, filling him with an exhilaration beyond compare.

Determined to hear the special noise again, he commences with his unruly pace, making your screams rise in pitch.

The grip he has on your waist tightens as he continues pounding you, the sounds of your sloppy cunt accepting his cock over and over again causing elation to flood his skull,

“This hard enough for ya, baby?"

Zoro:

Zoro is a relentless force, driven by an insatiable desire to prove himself; strength and sexual abilities alike.

He refuses to settle for anything less than excellence, especially in the bedroom. He’s in constant pursuit of validation, hellbent on getting you to scream his name only seconds in.

Zoro’s got you on your hands and knees, treating your insides with brutal thrusts as he kneels behind you; thick, strong fingers bruising the plush flesh of your hips as he grasps them tightly.

His grip is like a vise, unyielding and firm, your screams falling on deaf ears as he rails you mercilessly. He always aims to assert his dominance, his presence, and when your needy request makes its way to him, to say he’s surprised is an understatement.

“Please, Zoro, harder!”

He’s still holding you, with unwavering resolve, but his harsh pace as slowed, just barely, so he can hear you over the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together.

“Say that again.”

And you do, making the large man behind you let out an amused tsk.

He promptly obliges, but not because you’re in charge; oh no, he’s fueled by a fierce resolve to make you rue the moment you questioned his abilities.

The swordsman’s grip tightens on your hips as he immediately begins thrusting harder, so intensely it makes stars erupt beneath your eyelids.

He’s groaning behind you, planting harsh smacks to your ass as he proceeds, obsessed with the way your cunt sucks in his cock so greedily.

Your mouth hangs slack and screams escape from it as he pounds you.

You’re a weak, trembling mess, causing the green-haired man to smirk as he leans down to rasp in your ear,

“Careful what you ask for.”

Sanji:

Sanji would move mountains for you, sacrifice everything to grant you joy. He’s entrapped by you and your presence; and it transforms him into a devoted disciple, eager to fulfill your every waking need. He hangs onto every word you say, treasuring each syllable as though you’re a deity among mortals.

He’s always been a gentle lover; petrified of hurting you, of damaging that precious body of yours that he worships so obsessively.

His adoration transcends mere admiration; he’s a devotee, obsessed with pleasing you with his gifted hands and gentle, strategic hips.

You’re on top tonight, grinding up and down on his length. You’re desperate for more, though, greedily moving your hips in a tight circle as you move up and down.

He’s quick to notice; promptly reaching up to hold your waist and aid you in your efforts, lifting his hips to thrust up into you slowly, carefully.

You whine at the pleasant sensation; it's welcomed, but it’s not enough.

“Please, Sanji, harder!”

Although he’s a bit taken aback by your sudden request, he doesn’t stop to think, he just obeys. Sanji presses his heels into the mattress to use his strong, lean legs to aid him in pounding into you from below, groaning as he looks up at you longingly.

“As you wish, beautiful.”

You’re panting, crying out for him as he fucks you harder than ever before; the pace is uncharacteristic but seemingly natural for the gentle cook.

The sight of your face contorted in pleasure makes the coil tighten in his lower stomach, his thrusts are becoming sloppy but remain brutal as he desperately leads you towards your orgasm,

“Sure you can take it, my love?”

Ace:

Ace is an enigma; a determined, goal-oriented man, but a kind, compassionate one, nonetheless.

He regularly tightropes the fine line between rearranging your guts and making sweet, gentle love to you.

His ambition is unwavering, but his heart remains soft and tender as he strives you make you shake and whine beneath him. He wants to stuff your brain full of nothing but lustful visions of the two of you; the juxtaposition of him fucking you roughly while he caresses and kisses your cheek.

He’ll usually start gently, kindly; moving his hips carefully, softly moving his lengthy cock in and out of you.

However, any little whine, squirm, or plea from you can flip the switch inside Ace; ignite the flame within him that singes his skin and plunges him into the unruly parts of himself. In an instant, he’ll be pounding you relentlessly, pace remaining brutal and firm as he makes you scream and pick your brain to find the moment he shifted.

Tonight is no different as Ace has you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he holds you up, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt.

You’re digging your nails down his freckled back, prying at his skin, praying that your touches alone are enough to signal that you’re desperate for more.

He persists like he has been, however, softly and gently, placing sweet kisses to your neck and chest.

You’re a whining mess, desire pricking at your goosebump-riddled skin as you nip at his collarbone, silently begging him to fuck you harder.

He’s stubborn, clearly, his pace remaining steady as he groans into your ear.

A plea tickles at your throat but you don’t attempt to stop it, instead, you allow the cry to bubble over and meet Ace’s ear,

“Please, Ace, harder!”

And there it was, the switch flipping; the very moment when kind, gentle Ace retreats, and rough, wild Ace emerges.

His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you into the wall harder, reaching up to firmly grasp your throat,

“Oh, yeah?” he growls, bringing his hips back to pound into you harshly, earning a weak cry from your slack jaw.

His pace is immediately overwhelming; you can feel his thick cock in your stomach as he stuffs you full, his blunt tip bullying your cervix with each pass, making you cry out rhythmically.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, pretty girl.”

Law:

Law navigates the world with a keen eye and a steady hand; and these traits always remain true, even in the bedroom.

He’s a meticulous, observant man; and although he may seem dull, he never misses a beat.

He opts for studying your body; your noises, your movements, in order to please you in the ways you need, not just the ways you want.

Every action is calculated, every decision weighed with thoughtful consideration. He moves with purpose, deliberate and measured, leaving nothing to chance.

Nothing goes unnoticed, or falls under the radar when you’re with Law; he may be tedious with his touches, but damn, it’s worth it, because he does it all perfectly.

Beneath his analytical exterior lies an insatiable curiosity; a deep, obsessive desire to understand every facet of your being, from the intricacies of your mind to the contours of your exquisite body.

He wants nothing more than to please you beyond comprehension.

You’re laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your pelvis to raise you a bit. Law is hovering above you as he thrusts steadily into your cunt, leaning down to groan in your ear and kiss along your nape.

His pace is fixed but firm, and the position you’re in aids him in hitting your sweet-spot dead-on with each thrust.

You’re whimpering needily, coming undone beneath the doctor as he stays true to his consistent pace.

He’s precise and careful; making sure to hit your g-spot with each pass, but he can tell you’re desperate for something; aching for more.

He can tell what you’re about to say before you can even get the courage to let it out,

“Please, Law, harder!”

A smug grin tugs at his lips, amused by your desperation for his cock, but he listens, immediately beginning to thrust harder into you.

His pelvis meets your ass with a loud smack with each harsh thrust; the noises are lewd and your weak screams only add to it, but his pace never falters as he obeys your plea.

He’s determined to instill in you the fact that polite requests will always be granted, but he can’t help but tease you a bit,

“You’re insatiable.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

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zyannsworld · 3 months

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Sanji’s alcohol level is not as high as Zoro’s. He sneaks into Zoro’s bed thinking it’s his. When Sanji woke up with a hangover, Zoro was already on the deck back to his usual swords training. They never spoke about this moment, but Zoro had never forgotten because he discovered something that night and it kept waking him up randomly ever since 💚💛🤫

#zoro x sanji #zosan art #zosan #zosan au #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #zosan headcanons #roronoa zoro #zosan fanart #black leg sanji #op zosan #zyannsworld

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portgasdwrld · 5 months

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★ Hickeys

ೃ⁀➷do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomie✨

ೃ⁀➷Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~

ೃ⁀➷ Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language

ೃ⁀➷ monster trio + Law+ Ace

: ̗̀➛ Luffy

He’s the type to receive them more than to give

When he realizes he has hickeys, he’s just gonna wonder how it’s even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fight💀

Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning it’s nothing

Then when you’re making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-

He’s down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too

« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »

« Ugh… not the same but you got the spirit? »

He’s dense, but he tried and he didn’t do as bad as you thought

: ̗̀➛ Law

LMAO?? Wouldn’t he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrong🤓😭

Ik he would. Im so sorry😮‍💨

On another note, tbh I feel like he’s just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, he’s now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and you’re left with hickeys a bit everywhere.

Will quietly eye them when y’all are cuddling after sex. He won’t comment on it beside if you point them out.

“They look great.”

It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. He’s so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real 😔

He doesn’t mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if it’s done within the right vibe and y’all are just kicking it and you’re riding him or y’all in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji

Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. He’s kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.

He’s almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. He’s gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet he’s gonna make it known that you are his and he’s the lucky man who has you!!

He’s so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but it’s a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.

He’s SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and can’t stop smiling and touching your body.

“Yes of course I’m down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..”

Best boy 🤧

ೃ⁀➷ Zoro

His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.

He doesn’t care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.

He also has this possessive strike, so you bet you’re gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after y’all are done. Because he doesn’t go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.

It’s an overstimulating mess.

He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.

ೃ⁀➷ Ace

Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.

I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because he’s apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.

He loves that everyone knows you’re his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! That’s the life prize!

Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.

He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.

It’s his specialty😮‍💨

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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!

in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can)

warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

my fav little gremlin's in town ^^

- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him

zoro:

myhusband ^^

- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him

sanji:

mhm, a fine specimen ^^

- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - so with cum-painted tits and face, he whispers, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him

a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat

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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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yes, your highness

☆ characters: vinsmoke sanji

☆ up next: smoke sesh: stoner!law x reader

☆ summary: sanji has been your loyally devoted knight for over a year now, he knows you like the back of his hand and would risk his life for you without second thought... just how deep does his loyalty run?

You sat at your window sill, the thin cotton fabric of your dress draped over your body and pooled at your ankles. There was a heavy fog outside, leaving a generous layer of dew drops covering the glass window in your room. The quiet peace of midnight air slowly dragging your eyelids back down.

Knock. Knock.

A gentle knocking on your bedroom door snapped you out of your sleepy lull. Your feet stepped against the cold stone of your floor.

“Hello, Sanji,” you said.

“Ready for our walk? It’s already nearly two hours past our usual time,” Sanji’s warm voice woke you up.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! I’m ready, I just need a few moments to, uh..” you scrambled to your feet, throwing on your white linen undergown and frantically brushing your hair out, “To… get pretty!”

“Doubt you need to change anything,” he mumbled to himself.

After a glance in the mirror, you decided it was good enough.

It was highly inappropriate for you to be alone with a man in only an underdress, but Sanji was your personal guard. He’d seen you in your undergarments before- albeit accidentally, but you were sure he’d have no issues with it. You paused for a moment, considering the risk, but your father was away on business for the week, so against your better judgment, you slipped out the door to greet your guard.

When you stepped out Sanji had to physically calm himself. The sight of something as delicate, as beautiful, as kind as you in such… such improper clothing was more than he could handle.

“Y/n- Are you out of your mind?!”

You giggled, “What?”

He felt himself getting lightheaded as blood rushed to his face.

“Y-you’re barely wearing anything! The things people would say- What if someone sees you dressed like that?!”

“Someone already has,” you pointed out, grabbing his arm and starting to make your way toward the gardens. He sighed, praying you wouldn’t notice his more lewd physical disturbances tightening his pants, and desperately hoping no one else would be awake this late.

“And I’m not the only one dressed improperly,” you commented, gesturing towards his outfit made up of a white undershirt and cotton pants, and of course, a weapon or two just in case.

He usually wore his armor, which he kept perfectly polished, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice, but you both knew that it was an unnecessary formality and that even without armor there was not a person alive who would get past him.

“Forgive me— I did not think metal armor would be necessary for our evening stroll.”

“I like this look better,” you said, “It suits you more.”

A bright pink blush flushed his cheeks, “I suppose I cannot say that I dislike your clothing. It looks- very.. very pretty.”

You smiled, and kept walking, asking him which of your flowers he thought would be ready for picking, what he wanted for breakfast tomorrow, and if he wanted to go into town on the weekend.

He’d been your royal guard for over a year now.

His name was feared throughout the country before he’d taken employment in your castle- he was known across seas as a bringer of death, a terror with a blade, an unfeeling barbarian.

You never quite understood why he- a man of such ferocity and dignity- agreed to your father’s offer, the relatively easy job of guarding a princess.

A generous paycheck? A desire to settle down? You decided it didn’t really matter but you still couldn’t help that sometimes you felt bad that the most you could offer him were flower gardens and afternoons spent reading.

Sanji had always assured you that he was perfectly content in his position.

He accompanied you everywhere. Every day from the moment you woke up to the moment you’d slept he was by your side. You’d had a very liberated childhood, but it was lonely. Your older brothers were too preoccupied with their studies and training, and your father was far too busy to pay you any attention.

When you finally came to appreciate your isolation, you were handed a companion. A man you’d never met to watch your every move and monitor you like a guard dog.

He was a paid companion whose job had nothing to do with being your friend, but still. Company was company. But it felt like too little too late. And it didn’t help that the premise of this companionship was supervision.

The first few weeks, you’d made clear that you didn’t appreciate his presence. Any efforts he made at conversation were ignored or belittled, and he spent most of his time trying to get you to at least acknowledge his presence.

One night, he’d been instructed not to let you leave castle grounds and informed you that you’d stay put in your room for the night. What were you- a child with no ability to defend yourself or make your own decisions? You still remember the suffocating frustration you felt, pacing back and forth around your room while your knight attempted to talk to you as he guarded your closed door.

You’d finally tired yourself out and decided to sit by the window when you had an idea.

It took at least twenty minutes before Sanji noticed that the shuffling and whining coming from the room had stopped.

“Your highness?” he’d called. When you didn’t answer he knocked, “I’m coming in- Make yourself decent if you aren’t already.”

A cool breeze hit him as he opened the door, panic spreading through his body as he saw a trail of tied sheets leading down through your opened window.

He’d found you nearly two miles from the castle, sitting by a stream. You were shivering from the cold, not having bothered to put on shoes or a jacket.

He put a hand on your shoulder, which you jerked forward.

Hot, angry tears poured down your cheeks.

“Leave! I can defend myself!”

He stepped back, not wanting to further upset you.

You turned to face him, “I don’t need a chaperone! I am not a child.”

You had started to yell, and a worried look crept onto his face. He raised his hands, trying to urge you to be quiet.

You scoffed, “You’re telling me to be quiet? How dare you- I am a princess-”

A branch snapped and Sanji’s blade was drawn within seconds.

Fear froze you in place, the hairs on your neck raising.

“Get behind me.”

You obeyed without a second thought.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

He walked in the direction of the sound, leaving you where you stood.

Your breathing quickened. Thick forest surrounded the castle and countless animals lived there- it was probably just a bear, you’d told yourself. Yet, a persistent nagging feeling had you looking around, nervous something was going to pop out at any moment.

Another moment of unbearable silence passed. And another.

You wanted to call out for him but you knew better.

Suddenly the sound of metal against metal echoed out from where Sanji had disappeared.

Your breath hitched and you felt your stomach sink- you knew he was strong but… what if?

The struggle continued for a few moments and you stayed put, not daring to move.

Murmuring silent prayers under your breath you waited for him to reemerge from the wood.

From behind you, another sound rang out. The crunching of leaves under a heavy boot.

Your breathing was quick and erratic, as goosebumps flared up on your skin.

You felt a hand wrap around your mouth and pull you back- your scream getting cut midway.

You were jolted around roughly, but felt your captor’s strength falter when he bent down to reach for a bag.

You bit his hand- hard, feeling your teeth break the skin. He let out a cry of pain, but before you could make it far something heavy hit the back of your head.

The last thing you remembered was the sight of a bloodied Sanji, running toward you.

He’d stayed with you for the entire process of your recovery, refusing to leave your side.

When you finally mustered up the strength to ask him what had happened, he simply said that it wasn’t anything for you to worry about and he was happy you were okay.

After you’d fully recovered a few days he apologized for his behavior, “I realize how belittling it must feel to be constantly supervised. If I am ever overbearing, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I wish only for your happiness and well-being.”

You felt immense guilt and frantically responded, “No! No! It was my fault completely I was being childish and immature- You- you saved me. I am forever indebted to you.”

You became more appreciative of your time together after that incident and realized how much you enjoyed his company.

He didn’t speak down to you the way men normally did. He treated you, not just like a princess or a pretty girl with nothing of note to offer to a conversation, but as a friend. You felt valued and seen. He even shared secret information with you and asked for your opinion on his battle strategies.

You became inseparably close.

You’d always been a fan of evening walks, it was your favorite time to pick flowers and the castle’s inhabitants would be asleep until morning.

It helped that you also loved being alone with him. You could speak freely and honestly. There was no pressure to look or act properly. The longer you’d known him, the more you yearned for uninterrupted time with him. To be around him, to talk to him, and be with him was a reward like none other.

He held your arm in his, walking with you toward the greenhouse.

You noticed he was quieter tonight than usual.

It wasn’t uncommon for Sanji to listen to you talk and only offer some insight when asked, but something seemed to be augmenting his silence.

It had been a long day for the both of you, as it always is when your father goes away on business. Leaving things in your brothers’ hands was always a risk he was hesitant to take, and therefore he had begun to include Sanji in the daily responsibilities when he was gone.

He’d been running around all day making sure that everything was in order and exactly as the king had left it.

“Miss Y/n,” Sanji’s voice snapped you out of your daze. He spoke your name with an odd sincerity like he was savoring the way it sounded on his tongue.

“Hm?” You looked up at him, leaving your arm hooked onto his, “You know you don’t need the ‘Miss’. You already speak my name so sweetly, it needs no titles attached when coming from your mouth.”

He ignored your comment entirely. Perhaps you shouldn’t have said that. Did it sound too forward?

“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you, though I am hesitant to do so.”

You giggled, “You know that you can tell me anything. I am more than happy to listen. It is the least I can do for you after you’ve endured months of my rambling.” He seemed more tense than usual and was avoiding responding or laughing at any of your comments. Your stomach turned, something was wrong.

“Your father- His Majesty has offered me the position of Grand Commander.”

You froze and let his arm go, unnoticed by your guard who continued forward for several steps before noting your absence.

Grand Commander? So soon? But your father easily had over three hundred men to choose from… Why yours? Would he be leaving soon? Who would replace him? The very thought of him leaving made you sick-

“Oh! Has he?!” The disappointment in your voice was evident.

“Erm, yes. I was notified of the opportunity yesterday morning.”

An inexplicable hurt ebbed in your chest. You’d barely see him anymore. It was the highest position a royal guard could be offered, and the greatest honor imaginable. If you ever saw him it would likely only be at ceremonies but even then, he’d be on duty. Aside from a quick glance, you wouldn’t be able to even acknowledge one another. All the mornings you’d spent picking flowers, the afternoons spent reading and napping with him… Would he remember them?

“That’s fantastic,” You fought back the painful lump in your throat, “Anything less would really be a demotion.”

Sanji lightly laughed.

You couldn’t hold this against him. He was your friend, and should one not want the best for their companions? He had been hand-selected for the Royal Guard and once he’d become a member he had always had his heart set on this position. To achieve it in so little time… You should be proud. A slight pang of guilt spread through your chest at your jealousy.

Was it normal to hurt like this over the loss of a friend?

“I have a week to decide if I’d like the position,” his voice was quieter than usual, more monotone, “His Majesty has allowed time for.. accommodations and such.”

“I see,” you stated.

“I don’t-” he started, seemingly unable to get the words out, “I don’t want to be inconsiderate of your feelings.”

At this, you let out a bitter laugh. By now your contempt was no secret.

“My feelings? I don’t quite understand what importance I have in this decision.

Though I suppose I don’t understand what good an inexperienced knight who spent most of his time in the company of a princess would do.”

Sanji inhaled sharply, turning back to look at you with an unexpected venom in his stare, “You think it was by choice? Do you truly think that I assigned myself to flower picking every morning? That I want to spend my time reading? I am the strongest man in this castle- by far. And to think I’ve spent my time with a girl who’s never had to worry about a single thing in her life!” He spat his words out at you.

Every word he said left a bruise on your heart. But your sadness had long given way to anger.

You walked faster, passing him and ducking beneath vines to step onto the gazebo, but he followed in close pursuit.

“I came here with the sole intention of rising through the ranks. I’ve worked for years, trained for years, and given everything! My entire life has been dedicated to the refinement of skills necessary for the very position I’ve been offered. Do you think that I serve only as an idle companion? That I am only good for accompanying you as you lounge and fret around all day?”

“Then go,” your vision was entirely blurred by tears that you were fighting to keep where they were. You would not cry in front of a man who had wounded you the way Sanji had.

“Go and never let me hear of you again.”

Silence hung in the air, still and heavy.

You bit back sobs, inhaling and exhaling through your nose, trying to keep the flood at bay.

Still, no sound. Sanji stayed put in place.

You whipped your head around to look at him.

“Do not torture me like this. This is what you’ve always wanted!” You raised your voice, anxious and increasingly mad at your confusion, your inability to understand him.

“It has always been what I’ve wanted. But I cannot accept it.”

“Why?! Why not?! Why would you force yourself to stay and suffer with me? Since you have such adamant hatred for your current position?!”

“Because! Is it not obvious?!”

You said nothing. Sanji continued, “ If you are not feigning innocence and truly mean that you do not know then you are a bigger fool than I previously believed.”

You both were quiet. And tears ran freely down your face.

“I have- Y/N, since the first time we met I have felt for you things I’ve felt for no other.

I have loved y-”

“Don’t! Do not- Do not say that,” you spit the command out with more intensity than intended.

Sanji quickly closed his mouth. He held onto eye contact for another minute before turning his gaze down.

Fuck. You’d hurt him.

No pain was worse than interrupting that sentence, but if someone knew, if anyone found out? You’d never recover from the scandal. A young lady and her knight? You’d be sent to one side of the country and Sanji to the other. You’d really never see him again.

“If I may speak freely,” he started, speaking barely above a whisper, scared that if he spoke any louder he might be stopped, “I never want to leave your side.”

He paused, letting the sound of night fill the closing space existing between you. Somewhere distant there was laughter. The wind picked up, as if on cue, and petals littered the ground. Chills were sent up your spine. The silence was suffocating.

“Every day I would wake you up with tea.

Every night, kiss you to sleep.

I will care for you.

I will make you soup when you are ill and I’ll blow out the candles in the evening so you mustn't waste your pretty breath.

I would forsake my name, my title, and my home.

I will gladly take yours- and, and if you refuse to have me then we can create new ones.

To be yours, to have you-” Sanji paused only for a second, carefully reading your expression. He saw the sadness on your face, the surprise, the regret.

“Please do not ask me to stop now, you know I will heed your every command.

If this is- If this is truly my last chance to tell you how I feel then let me say it all.”

You nodded, allowing him to continue. Your heart tugged wildly in your chest and the pools of tears resting on your eyes began pouring down your face.

“From the day I met you, the minute I took your hand to my lips, the second that I swore my oath to protect you… You have been nothing less than my entire purpose.

To see you laugh, hell, to even have the tiniest chance of seeing you smile, is compensation more than any salary, any honor, any position your father could offer me.

I have thought of nothing, of no one, but you.

Most beautiful, most kind, most loving Y/n.

I love you.”

Your tears poured freely and you ran into his arms, sinking into his embrace when he hugged you. He sat down, bringing you with him.

“S-Sanji, I love you too-” you gasped between sobs, “B-but what if s-someone finds out? We’ll never see one another again!”

He placed countless kisses on the top of your head and rubbed your back.

“It will be perfectly fine,” he said, his voice immediately calming you, “Do you trust me?”

You buried your head in his chest, covering his shirt with tears, and nodded.

He pulled your face up to look at him, wiping the tears from your face.

“I love you,” you sniffled.

He laughed and kissed your forehead.

You crossed your legs and sat between his, bringing your hands to either side of his face.

“I only wish we’d done this sooner,” you said softly, “Then I wouldn’t have had to wait so long for this.”

You kissed him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

His lips were soft and he tasted like rain.

He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you into him.

You pulled away slightly, a string of saliva connecting your lips. A soft moan escaped you, driving Sanji absolutely insane.

Your half-lidded eyes and puffy lips had him seeing stars.

Once more he pressed his lips to yours, lightly running his tongue over your bottom lip and slipping it into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss, sending blood rushing directly to his cock.

He pulled away before it escalated any further, much to your (very obvious) disappointment.

“Shall we return? It is late,” he said, pressing kisses to your cheeks, still holding you.

You nodded, accepting his hand as he helped you up.

He placed a kiss on your hand and trailed them up your arm.

He stood back up and you reached towards his lips one more time, standing on the tips of your toes to be able to reach him.

The walk back was lovely. The air was cool and Sanji held your hand in his for the first half, sneakily adjusting so that he could wrap an arm around your waist.

You talked carelessly with one another.

“And just so you know,” he said, laughing, “Being your guard is no easy work.”

“Oh, I’m sure! Nothing is more strenuous than picking flowers for me,” you responded.

“I’m referring more to the four kidnapping attempts and the singular, dreadfully planned assassination attempt. Aside from the one I saved you from.”

“What!? So it was a kidnapping!”

Sanji laughed, teasing you about your obliviousness, and you simply argued that he must be good at his job because you truly had no idea.

You arrived back at your room and stood at the door. Sanji, leaning against the wall, was silent.

You’d stayed out much later than expected. The background noise of the town had died down, and it felt like the entire world was sleeping. It was cold and the stone floor was like ice under your bare feet.

You both were under the influence of nighttime boldness- that feeling of courage that lets you speak freely so long as it is dark out and you are alone.

“I-,” Sanji spoke.

“I’m quite t-,”

“My apologies, go ahead,”

“N-no you spoke first,”

Sanji continued, “I do really, truly love you.”

“I love you,” you avoided his gaze, hiding the furious blush on your face, “I- I wish I had told you sooner…..” Your voice trailed off.

“It is past midnight,” he mused, “And though I love you, I still have the responsibility of seeing that you are in bed at a sensible hour.”

You laughed, opening your door.

But you didn’t want to leave him. Not tonight.

You walked into your room, lingering at the entrance.

“Stay,” you whispered, “Sleep with me.”

In an instant you felt his arms around you, he was pressing warm, fervent kisses to your neck and cheeks- still in disbelief that it was your soft skin, he felt against his palms.

“You do not know how long or how desperately I have wished to hear those words.”

You blushed and walked him towards your bed.

He sat, looking up towards you, his hands resting on your waist. He looked at you with a flattering adoration, enamored with your presence, wanting to take you in, your smell, your voice, your presence.

“I’d pray to you, you know.”

“And I’d answer your prayer,” you bent down, softly kissing his lips, running a hand through his hair.

Sanji removed his shoes, as well as his shirt, slowly peeling it up and over his head. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing how sculpted he was.

This was to be expected of a man of his skill, but his armor hid it so well that you felt shocked by his form.

You’d never before seen him so exposed. Scars littered his arms and chest, markings of his experience.

You took a seat on his lap, lightly tracing the bigger ones, and pressing kisses to his neck.

His hands ran up and down your back filling you with an eagerness for more.

Silence fell upon you again, though this time the tension within it was different.

This time, neither of you was hiding resentment or yearning for the other. It was a warmer, more indulgent tension. One that you were both desperate to break.

His lips were parted, and his half-lidded eyes looked up at yours with anticipation you had started to feel yourself.

Arousal pooled between your thighs, the sight before you was too much to handle. You bit your bottom lip and looked at Sanji.

“Untie my dress,” you whispered.

He stayed silent but he turned you around on his lap, his strong hands easily picking you up so that your back was toward him.

You savored the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into your flesh.

You were shaped divinely, and he felt pressure start to build in his pants.

He pulled at the bow, letting the string come loose. He pulled the corset backing open and slipped his fingers under your sleeves.

You pulled the dress down and let it fall to your waist, the cool air let in by your open window snapping you out of your dreamlike state.

You were suddenly very aware of your position.

Sanji brought his hands around to your exposed breasts, softly circling his fingers around your hard buds.

You gasped and melted into his lap, softly panting as he created new sensations you’d never experienced. Your skin felt electric, his hot, quick touches blurring your thoughts.

“S-Sanji….,” you whispered.

“Take off the dress.”

His voice had dropped an octave and there was a neediness in his tone that had you melting.

You slowly stood up, letting your clothing fall to the floor, and turned to look at him. You were blushing uncontrollably, the warmth in your body spreading to your cheeks.

You were entirely exposed to him.

He brought your hand to his lips, “Now your panties.”

Your brain nearly burst from the overwhelm this request brought.

Never had you taken orders from him- not unless you were in danger. “I-...,” you did not know what to say, “Could you? F-for me, I mean.”

Sanji nodded, slipping his index finger under the waistband. You stepped out of your undergarments, giggling when he slipped them into his pocket with a wink.

He pulled you closer to him, kissing your lower stomach and thighs, circling just around your dripping heat.

Never in your life had you felt such desperation. He was so close to touching where you wanted, but it wasn’t enough. You let out a whine, earning a chuckle from your knight.

“What commands does the princess have for me tonight?” he asked, looking up with a sly grin on his face.

“Only to do as you please.”

Softly, and so, so slowly, Sanji licked a stripe up from your belly button to your sternum, closing his eyes as he savored how you tasted, how sweet your warm skin tasted on his tongue. You gasped, taking a handful of dirty blonde hair into your fist, not-so-gently trying to urge him downward.

A light laugh escaped his throat as he finally relented.

“Lie down, your highness.”

Sanji guided you down to your bed, leaving his wide hand on the back of your head until it was comfortably rested on a pillow.

He sank to the floor, every so softly parting your legs.

A moan slid past his lips at his view. Your pussy was as hypnotizing as you were, so wet that you were dripping onto the sheets. He watched your hole tighten at the mere anticipation of being touched.

Unable to play the patient lover any longer, Sanji pressed his tongue to your hole, moaning again at your taste.

He ran his tongue up and down your soft folds, savoring your wetness.

You let out an angelic whimper, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

The knight slowly slid his tongue up, covering your cunt in your arousal.

Your grip tightened against his scalp when he reached your clit, it was aching for some kind of stimulation, which Sanji gladly provided.

He lapped at it, simultaneously sliding a thin finger into your hole.

You were already a moaning panting mess under his touch, unable to form a solid thought, only wanting more.

Gradually, he picked up his pace, lewd, wet, slurping noises filling the room, clouding your thoughts. He slid in another finger, feeling your pussy tighten around him even more.

His tongue swirled in lazy circles around your clit, and your stomach started to twist most deliciously. You saw stars. Sanji’s moans and whimpers blending with your own.

“S-Sanji,” you panted, interrupting yourself with your moans, “More.”

He curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside of you that set you on fire from the inside out.

Your back arched against the bed, the coil in your stomach tightening.

His pace picked up, he gave you no time to adjust as you blinked back tears and took everything he was giving you.

In an instant you gushed onto his fingers, soaking your sheets, moaning his name.

Sanji slowly removed his fingers, sucking the liquid from your thighs and hole. He stood up, leaning over you, pressing chaste kisses to your lips.

“Satisfactory?” he hummed.

You nodded, out of breath, and unable to form words. He tasted like you, a tart, salty flavor spreading on your tongue.

“Can you continue? Would you like more?”

Sanji’s own desperation began to slip through his tone, the slight whimper in his voice gave away his bluff.

Eagerly you nodded, “Please, Sanji.”

You watched as he pulled his pants off.

You gasped at the sight, unsure you’d be able to fit him anywhere in you.

Sanji laughed at your amusement, “How flattering, Princess. Don’t worry, my love, we’ll go slowly.”

He rubbed his head against your clit, ever so lightly, so as to only tease you.

You nodded, placing your hands on his shoulders as he lined his length up with your slick-covered pussy.

He bent down to kiss you as he slowly pushed past your puffy lips, his tip slipping in.

You whined as he slid more of himself in, needing a moment to adjust with every inch he slid in.

His muscled tensed and flexed as he used all his self-control to not slam into you.

You bit your lip, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, as he picked up his pace, as you took deep breaths and fit more and more of him into you.

He finally bottomed out, a low groan escaping him as his entire length felt you throbbing and pulsing around him.

“T-taking it so well,” he praised, “So tight.”

He started to thrust in and out of you, the firm tug of your pussy leaving him dizzy.

You blushed, the pleasure intensifying as he stared hungrily at you, going fast enough now that every time his hips slammed into yours a loud smack resonated throughout the room.

You writhed around Sanji, moaning into his mouth as he brought his lips to yours, gladly swallowing the delicious sounds you were giving him.

A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead as he neared his climax, his hips starting to falter in their steady rhythm.

He sucked harshly against your neck, leaving your mind hazy.

“Sanji!” you cried.

The sound of his name coming from your honeyed voice pushed him to the edge and with a strained moan of your name he finished.

He gushed inside of you, feeling his seed pouring out and onto your ass and thighs snapped the coil in your stomach and you pulled him against you as you came a second time.

Sanji struggled to hold himself up, not wanting to put all his weight onto you.

He slowly pulled out, watching as your cunt leaked onto the bed. With one finger he pushed it back in.

“How is my pretty girl?”

You were breathless and exhausted. Your hair was messy and your chest was marked with wine red spots all over.

He helped you sit up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Let me know you’re okay, sweetness,” he asked, his thumb resting on your chin.

Your eyes were half closed and your chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“‘m okay,” you said.

“Wait here.”

You nodded, feeling sleep spread over your body.

Within a few minutes, he was back with a damp washcloth, a glass of water, and a new blanket.

He let you drink as he knelt in front of you, parting your legs and cleaning you up, pressing soft, loving kisses up and down your worn-out body.

“You really are as stunning as they all say you are,” he commented, kissing your thighs, while rubbing your back, “Your beauty is every bit as heart-stopping as everyone believes it to be…”

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair, bringing a band underneath his chin, and bringing his gaze up to meet yours, “So are you.”

Sanji helped you into a new nightgown, carrying you to your window seat while he changed out the blankets.

“We’ll have someone clean that in the morning,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

He carried you back to bed, placing you gently onto the mattress, and bringing the blanket over your tired form.

Crawling into bed next to you, he pulled you into his chest, spooning you.

He kissed the back of your head, relishing in your hums of satisfaction.

A warm silence filled the room, neither of you felt a pressing need to say anything.

“How is my Princess?” he asked.

“Tired…,” you mumbled.

Sanji laughed.

“And in love,” you finished.

Sanji turned to blow out the candles.

Darkness enveloped the room, but Sanji's firm grasp on your body never faltered.

Closing your eyes, you heard soft snores coming from the man behind you.

Perhaps tomorrow morning you’d have croissants with him.

Tired and in love, you slept.

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