𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

There won’t be many doors you’ll get the chance to open yourself, because your ever-chivalrous boyfriend is already holding them for you. Every chair will be pulled out before you can reach it, every shopping bag gently taken from your hands, and should you make the unfortunate decision of wearing shoes that are more beautiful than comfortable, he’ll carry you without a second thought. And none of it is done with the expectation of praise. Looking after you simply comes as naturally to him as breathing.

The way Sanji sees it, romance was never meant only for first dates or special occasions. It’s woven into the quiet rhythm of everyday life, hidden in a hundred little acts of devotion that whisper I love you just as clearly as the words themselves ever could.

🩵 You’ll become his favorite taste tester… and the only opinion that truly matters.

No matter how experienced the Straw Hat cook may be, he’ll always seek out your opinion before anyone else’s.

“My love, what do you think of this steak tartare recipe? Here, have a taste.”

He’ll hold out the fork for you without a second thought, patiently waiting as you take a bite, his eyes never leaving your face.

“And what about today’s lemon tart, sweetheart? Do you think it pairs better with vanilla ice cream or biscotti?”

Every tiny reaction of yours, even the ones you aren’t aware you’re making, is carefully observed and quietly committed to memory. Before long, he’ll know your favorite dishes, desserts, drinks, the meals you crave when you’re feeling under the weather, the treats you reach for in the summer, and the comfort foods you always seem to want on cold, rainy evenings.

One night, while the two of you are lying in bed talking about anything and everything, you casually mention a dish your mother or grandmother used to make when you were little. The kind that instantly reminds you of home.

By the end of the week, Sanji has already embarked on what can only be described as a personal culinary investigation.

Recipe books mysteriously appear in the kitchen. Different variations are tested whenever he has a spare moment. Ingredients are adjusted little by little until he finally recreates the flavor you’ve been describing.

When he places the finished dish in front of you, he’ll be watching you with bright eyes and that impossibly warm smile of his, genuinely excited over what, to him, is a simple wish he finally had the chance to grant.

🩵 On that note, breakfast becomes one of your favorite little rituals together.

If you’re someone who enjoys sleeping in, you’ll wake to find a cup of coffee and your favorite pastry waiting on a tray beside the bed. After feeding the rest of the crew, the blond will quietly slip back into your room so the two of you can enjoy breakfast together before the day truly begins.

If you’re an early riser instead, he’ll make a point of setting aside a little time for just the two of you before the rest of your wonderfully chaotic crew wanders into the kitchen. Sometimes you’ll eat there together while you keep him company with a book, occasionally looking up just to watch him work. Other mornings, he’ll surprise you with breakfast in bed or at the Aquarium Bar, where you’ll either enjoy the peaceful silence between you or chat about your plans for the day and laugh over yesterday’s adventures.

And although he’ll never admit to playing favourites (and it's quite obvious you're his favourite), your favourite meals somehow find their way onto the menu more often than anyone else’s. Just often enough to make you smile, but never so often that you have the chance to grow tired of them.

🩵 Every now and then, he’d disappear for a few hours on a new island, only to return with the brightest smile and insist that you “keep the evening free.”

Of course, that was assuming the two of you had managed to spend part of the day apart in the first place. More often than not, you’d already been exploring the island together, wandering through museums, trying local food, visiting theaters or cinemas, listening to street musicians, or attending the occasional concert.

Still, he’d always find a way to surprise you with something special once the sun began to set.

Whether it was a candlelit dinner overlooking the sea, a quiet picnic beneath blooming trees, or simply wandering hand in hand through lantern-lit streets with desserts in your hands, he’d somehow turn even the smallest island into the most romantic place in the world.

And whenever the crew spent longer stretches at sea, he never let that stop him. He’d somehow manage to organize little dates aboard the Sunny just as often, whether that meant reserving the Aquarium Bar for the two of you or transforming the nicest corner of the deck into your own private dining spot after successfully negotiating, bribing, or otherwise convincing the rest of the crew to make themselves scarce for the evening.

🩵 Birthdays and anniversaries are treated almost like sacred occasions.

Weeks in advance, the Straw Hat cook has already begun planning the perfect menu, secretly collecting little gifts that reminded him of you during previous islands, and pretending not to notice when you try to guess what he’s up to.

And that’s not even mentioning the bigger, more precious gifts he secretly sets aside for those special occasions. You’ll simply have to come to terms with the fact that, if you’re his queen every other day of the year, then on birthdays and anniversaries, you’re nothing less than his empress. He won’t let a single moment pass without reminding you of that.

He insists every year that he doesn’t need anything in return… then proceeds to treasure even the tiniest handmade card or handwritten note as though you’d handed him the One Piece itself.

What amazes him even more is discovering that those days mean just as much to you. Watching you quietly plan surprises of your own, seeing how much thought and love you pour into making him happy, leaves him wondering all over again how he got lucky enough to be loved by someone like you.

Years may pass, but somehow, every anniversary ends up more thoughtful, more romantic, and somehow even more memorable than the last. He always manages to outdo himself, convinced that you deserve nothing less.

🩵 Waking up beside you never loses its magic.

Every morning, before he ever slips out of bed to prepare breakfast, the Straw Hat cook spends a few quiet minutes simply admiring you while you sleep.

More than once, he’ll silence the alarm and grant the two of you another fifteen precious minutes beneath the covers, unwilling to trade the warmth of your body in his arms for the responsibilities waiting outside your room just yet. His fingers lazily comb through your hair, trace the curve of your cheek, or absentmindedly rub soothing circles against your back as though he can’t quite believe he gets to wake up beside you every morning.

And if you happen to wake before he leaves?

Well… that might be even better.

You’ll exchange sleepy smiles, instinctively shift a little closer until you’re tangled comfortably in one another’s arms, and somehow those “just five more minutes” turn into twenty before either of you finally convinces yourselves to start the day.

🩵 As far as cuddling is concerned, Sanji is nothing short of an expert.

If the two of you are lying in bed with nowhere to be, he’ll happily spend hours running gentle fingers along your back, scratching your scalp until you’re practically purring yourself. Every now and then, however, he’ll quietly ask to switch places. As much as he loves taking care of you, he absolutely melts whenever your fingers comb through his blond hair or gently trace soothing patterns across his back. He’ll never admit just how much he enjoys it, but the contented hum escaping him usually gives him away.

He adores holding you from behind, your back pressed against his chest, his chin resting lightly atop your head. But he’s just as helpless whenever you’re the one wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder or leaning comfortably against his back. Every affectionate touch sends his heart into a frenzy, and he has to make a genuine effort not to grin so widely that his face literally splits in two.

Rest your head on his chest. Use him as your favorite pillow. Throw your legs across his lap while you’re reading. Fall asleep with your limbs hopelessly tangled together.

Every position somehow feels like his favourite.

During the day, his hands seem to find you almost unconsciously. If you’re reading in the library, don’t be surprised if he quietly slips into the seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder while pretending to ask what you’re reading. Help him in the kitchen, and he’ll steal every excuse to brush against you or briefly pull you into his arms between preparing dishes. Even standing side by side at the railing, watching the sea stretch endlessly before you, somehow ends with his fingers finding yours.

He’s almost childishly eager to steal little moments alone with you.

The moment a conversation naturally comes to an end or your attention isn’t occupied for a second, he’s already appearing beside you with a bright smile, asking if he can borrow you for “just a minute.” Whether that minute turns into a quiet walk around the deck or simply standing together away from the others hardly matters. He’s happiest whenever he gets to have you all to himself, even if only for a little while.

As much affection as he gives, though, receiving it never fails to leave him completely undone.

Hook your arm through his, and he’ll stand just a little taller, not out of pride alone, but because his heart is suddenly beating so hard against his chest that it almost feels impossible to contain. Lace your fingers with his, kiss his cheek unexpectedly, or absentmindedly smooth a strand of hair away from his face, and you’ve effectively rendered the poor man speechless.

Don’t be surprised if Chopper eventually wanders over, convinced something must be wrong. Sanji’s face has turned an alarming shade of red, he’s smiling at absolutely nothing, and judging by the dreamy look in his eyes, the doctor may very well conclude his patient has come down with a fever.

He hasn’t.

He’s simply hopelessly, ridiculously in love with you.

🩵 Speaking of cuddling, it would only be fair to mention the countless kisses the two of you share as well.

If there’s one thing the Straw Hat cook loves most in the world, it’s kissing you.

Beyond the countless little pecks he steals throughout the day, whether the crew is around or not, kisses quickly become his favorite way of showing affection. He’ll press one to the back of your hand, your palm, your fingertips, your cheek… really, he’ll happily find any excuse to leave a gentle reminder of his love on your skin. The only thing he truly worries about is making sure you feel comfortable. Everyone else’s opinions couldn’t matter less to him.

Among all of them, though, there are a few that become especially precious.

Every now and then, usually when the two of you are alone, he’ll lean down to press a soft kiss against your bare shoulder. He doesn’t do it nearly as often when the others are around, partly because he knows exactly what happens every single time. The brush of his lips and the faint tickle of his stubble against your skin always earns him the sweetest little reaction, whether it’s a quiet laugh, a shiver running down your spine, or the way you instinctively tilt your head toward him.

Perhaps that’s exactly why shoulder kisses become so special.

They’re rare.

And they have an unfortunate tendency to lead to one of his greatest weaknesses.

Neck kisses.

The warmth of your skin beneath his lips, the familiar scent of your perfume, the adorable sound of his name slipping past your lips if you’re particularly ticklish… they’re enough to make the cook completely lose himself. Before long, he’s peppering your neck with countless featherlight kisses, slowly working his way upward until he finally reaches your lips.

Those, without question, remain his favorite.

He could happily spend hours simply kissing you, slow and unhurried, losing all sense of time until one of your unsuspecting crewmates inevitably stumbles across the two of you. Well… anyone except Luffy. Whether he simply doesn’t notice or doesn’t particularly care remains a mystery.

Forehead kisses, on the other hand, are among the rarest.

They’re the kind he saves for quieter moments.

When you’re sick, he’ll gently press his lips to your forehead, partly because he can’t resist comforting you, and partly because it’s his subtle way of checking whether your fever has gone down. Other times, when you lend him a hand in the kitchen, he’ll quietly murmur a soft, “Thank you, love,” before placing a quick kiss against your forehead and returning to whatever he was doing, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

One thing quickly becomes clear, however.

Kissing Sanji while he’s trying to focus on something important is a terrible idea.

Whether he’s preparing an elaborate meal or concentrating on some particularly delicate task, all it takes is one unexpected kiss for his entire train of thought to vanish. He’ll freeze completely, blinking at you as though you’ve momentarily robbed him of the ability to function.

As much affection as he showers you with, receiving it still leaves him hopelessly flustered.

Nothing, however, compares to what happens whenever you kiss the feature he spent years wishing he could hide from the world.

His eyebrows.

You think they’re beautiful.

Completely fascinated by the elegant little spirals framing his face, you’ve made a habit of tracing them with your fingertips whenever the two of you are alone, sometimes even pressing gentle kisses along their curves.

Each and every time, the poor man turns impossibly red.

He simply lies there, hardly daring to breathe, too overwhelmed to process the fact that you’re lavishing so much affection on something he never imagined anyone would pay such loving attention to.

If you happen to kiss only one, don’t be surprised when he quietly brushes his fringe aside, exposing the other without saying a word.

Not because he’s asking.

Simply because, somewhere deep down, he secretly hopes you’ll kiss that one too.

🩵 He notices everything about you.

The Straw Hat cook is utterly captivated by you.

Even after years of dating, or even marriage, he’ll still find himself looking at you as though he’s trying to memorize you all over again. To him, you’re simply breathtaking in every possible way. Time could never diminish that. Neither could a new hairstyle, a few wrinkles earned through laughter, or any other change that comes with life. In his eyes, you’re always the same extraordinary woman he fell hopelessly in love with.

Your happiness, your comfort, and your peace of mind always sit at the very top of his list of priorities. Whenever something weighs on your heart, he’ll do everything he can to be there for you.

Feeling unsure about an outfit? He’ll make it his personal mission to remind you just how breathtaking you are, showering you with so many sincere compliments that you’ll end up believing them yourself.

You were in such a rush that you forgot breakfast… or even your morning coffee?

Don’t worry.

By the time you’ve realized it, your favorite drink and a meal prepared exactly to your liking are already waiting for you.

Sometimes he’ll find you quietly gazing out across the endless sea, your thoughts clearly somewhere far beyond the horizon. Rather than immediately asking what’s wrong, he’ll simply wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder, giving you all the space in the world to tell him what’s on your mind… if and when you’re ready.

Nothing escapes his attention.

Not the way the sun has naturally lightened your hair after weeks at sea. Not the tiny trim you got on the last island, or even the fact that you’ve started parting your hair differently. The same goes for your favourite makeup products and perfumes. Long before you realize you’re running low, he’s already picked up replacements during your latest stop ashore.

His attentiveness becomes even more obvious during your period.

Truth be told, he’d probably realize it’s approaching before you do. Somewhere, somehow, you’re almost convinced he secretly keeps track of your cycle. During those days, if such a thing were even possible, he becomes even gentler than usual.

The kitchen somehow ends up stocked with your favorite sweets, chocolate, and ice cream. Pain relief is always within reach, along with a hot water bottle warming up for you before you even think to ask. Tucked away in one of the cupboards is a discreet little supply of pads and tampons, just in case you ever need them unexpectedly.

Whenever the cramps become particularly unpleasant, he’ll happily spend the afternoon curled up beside you, absentmindedly stroking your hair while gently rubbing slow circles over your lower back or abdomen until you eventually drift off to sleep against him.

And if any member of your wonderfully chaotic crew happens to test your patience during that time…

Well.

Let’s just say the Straw Hat cook becomes even more protective than usual, making it abundantly clear that bothering you today is a very poor idea indeed.

🩵 Fighting with Sanji is surprisingly difficult.

Arguments between the two of you are few and far between. Truthfully, I’d even go as far as to say they hardly ever happen.

The Straw Hat cook has an incredibly high tolerance for the people he loves, and especially for you. More often than not, he’d rather let the little things slide than risk turning them into an argument.

Ironically, that’s also what makes the occasional disagreement possible in the first place.

Instead of voicing every frustration as it comes, he has a habit of quietly pushing them aside until they eventually pile up. Every now and then, all those bottled-up feelings become just a little too much to carry alone.

Even then, though, I can’t picture him raising his voice at you or saying something cruel simply because he’s angry.

Confrontation has never been his first instinct.

Protecting the relationship has.

If the two of you happen to argue over something small, he’s far more likely to try and de-escalate the situation than add fuel to the fire.

“Alright, love… let’s talk about this.” “Tell me what’s wrong. What’s been bothering you?”

No matter how hurt or frustrated he is, shouting at you simply isn’t in his nature. The greatest fear of this soft-hearted cook is hurting the people he loves… especially knowing that’s exactly what he was raised and expected to do from the very beginning. (We’ll come back to that a little later.)

There are, however, a few words capable of breaking his heart almost instantly.

“You don’t care about me.”

“You never think about how I feel.”

“You don’t listen to me.”

“You never considered my feelings.”

Those are the kinds of accusations that linger.

Not because he thinks you’re wrong for feeling hurt, but because he spends every single day trying to show you just how deeply he cares. Hearing the opposite would leave him wondering where he failed you.

Rather than risk saying something he’ll regret, he’ll quietly excuse himself for a few minutes. He’ll step outside, light a cigarette, clear his head, and only return once he’s certain he can give the conversation the patience and attention it deserves.

If he realizes he’s hurt you, even unintentionally…

No punishment you could ever give him would compare to the guilt he’d place upon himself.

Like a heartbroken puppy, he’d quietly trail after you, hoping you’d stop walking long enough to let him explain himself. Hoping you’d look at him. Hoping you’d let him apologize properly.

If you decided to spend the night somewhere else… or asked him to leave your shared room…

He wouldn’t sleep.

Not for a second.

Instead, he’d end up sitting outside the bedroom door, back resting against the wall, waiting.

Waiting for you to come out.

Waiting in case you changed your mind.

Waiting simply because he couldn’t bear to be any farther away from you than that.

He’ll spend the entire night worrying about you, replaying the argument over and over in his head, wondering how he could have handled everything differently.

Your tears are something he’ll never truly forgive himself for.

Every single one would remain lodged in his heart like a dagger long after you’d forgiven him.

Because that’s the thing.

You would forgive him eventually.

He, however, never truly would.

One of the things you’ll come to admire most about him is the sincerity of his apologies.

You’ll never hear:

“I’m sorry you took it that way.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

Instead, he’ll apologize the way people should. “I’m sorry for what I said.” “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” “There was no excuse for my behavior.” “I’ll do better. You deserve better than that.”

His pride has never mattered more than you.

Even if hearing your criticism stings, he’ll listen to every word because understanding your feelings matters far more than protecting his ego.

More than anything, he wants the two of you to make up properly.

He can’t stand unresolved tension hanging between you.

He needs to know you’ve forgiven him.

That everything is alright again.

That you still trust him.

That you still love him.

So kiss this sweet boy a few extra times after every argument.

Hold him close.

Remind him that one disagreement doesn’t undo everything the two of you have built together.

Because although you’ll probably fall asleep long before he does, he’ll still be lying awake beside you, quietly wondering whether you truly forgave him… or whether this was the day he finally gave you a reason to stop loving him.

🩵 More often than not, the rare disagreements between the two of you stem from one thing… Sanji’s incurable habit of flirting with every women who walks this planet.

To be fair, even before the two of you started dating, the way he treated you had always been on an entirely different level compared to the shallow flirting he threw at every remotely pretty woman he met, even if she happened to be an enemy. His gestures toward you had always been deeper, more thoughtful, more genuine.

Still, it took time for him to convince you that you were the only one who was truly special to him, and that what he felt for you was nothing like the sweet compliments and flowery words he handed out so freely to every lady he came across.

No matter how wonderful your Sanji is, and no matter how much you trust him, that doesn’t mean it never stings to watch him practically pirouette across the deck because a pretty woman smiled in his direction.

Yes, he’d toned it down considerably once the two of you got together. But for a lifelong flirt like him, “considerably” didn’t always feel like enough.

After a few unpleasant experiences with his over-the-top dramatics, and after finally laying everything on the table when you confessed your feelings and became a couple, Sanji genuinely made an effort to improve. His chivalry never bothered you, nor did the fact that he was a gentleman. If anything, you were quietly proud every time you watched your boyfriend treat the women of the crew with kindness and respect. They deserved that kindness, after all. Besides, the difference between how he treated them and how he treated you was impossible to miss.

🩵 On the other hand, heaven forbid another guy gets a little too close to you. If he so much as gives you a compliment, let alone manages to make you laugh, Sanji’s poor brain immediately starts writing entire scenarios where you’ll leave him for someone better.

He’s never jealous because he wants to control you. Nor because he doubts your loyalty. He’s jealous because, deep down, he’s convinced you deserve someone better than him.

That belief only grew stronger after everything that happened on Whole Cake Island, no matter how many times you tell him how wonderful he is. And then, despite silently scolding himself for being selfish, he can’t help becoming just a little clingier. He’ll stay glued to your side, keep your hand in his at every opportunity, and cover it with even more kisses than usual. It’s almost as if his subconscious is trying to reassure him that everything is okay, that you’re still together, and that he’d sooner face the most horrific death imaginable than willingly let the two of you drift apart.

Fortunately, proving your sweet cook wrong is easier than you’d think.

You don’t need grand declarations of love or extravagant romantic gestures. A slightly tighter squeeze of his hand, resting your head on his shoulder, even the smallest kiss is enough.

His heart grows several sizes every single time you walk over to stand beside him of your own accord and proudly introduce him as your boyfriend. The smallest reminders that the two of you belong to each other are treasures beyond measure to him, and no one could deny how brightly Sanji lights up in those moments. He looks like someone who has just been awarded the highest honor imaginable, nodding to himself with barely contained pride as if to say,

“Yeah. That’s right. That’s me. Her boyfriend. Hers.”

Because that’s what has always been hardest for him to believe.

That he could actually be someone’s first choice.

It feels unreal to him. Like it was something that was always meant for other people, something he could only watch from afar and quietly envy.

That’s why he’s so used to giving, but never receiving.

He spent his entire life trying to be useful, trying to earn people’s affection, trying to become someone they needed, if only a little. Anything to fill the enormous hole left behind by his childhood in Germa, by the guilt he carried over Zeff’s sacrifice…

And none of that compared to how desperately he tried to make up for the pain he caused the crew, especially you, during the events of Whole Cake Island.

He felt unworthy.

Like an annoying piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe that you simply couldn’t scrape off.

Because, despite hating himself more than ever back then, what he wanted most in the world was your forgiveness. Your understanding. The chance to never spend another moment apart from you after finally telling you about every wound his heart had been carrying all those years.

He longed for your love and your comfort.

Even if he quietly despised himself for wanting them. That longing was simply stronger.

Every single time you chose him, over and over again, there was always one question that refused to leave his mind.

Why?

Unfortunately, despite everything I’ve just said, asking for reassurance is one of the hardest things Sanji could ever do.

He’s an expert at comforting other people, probably because he knows better than most what it’s like to have your soul ache for a few gentle words, only for reality to answer with cold rejection instead. He knows exactly how much those words can mean.

Receiving that same comfort himself?

That’s an entirely different story.

He’ll hide everything behind a warm smile and a quiet, “I’m fine,” even when it’s painfully obvious that he isn’t.

Maybe not to the rest of the crew.

But certainly to you.

So press him, just a little. Never forcefully, but enough when the two of you are alone. Give him the reassurance he can’t bring himself to ask for. Tell him you love him. Remind him that he’s safe with you. Let him know you’re willing to listen for as long as he needs, with open arms and all the love in your heart.

Because that’s what he truly needs.

Especially during those moments when one thought keeps haunting him:

“Does she really love me… or is she just putting up with me?”

He’s not constantly insecure in the way some people are, endlessly demanding affection until they drain the person beside them.

Never.

That’s simply not who he is.

But after especially difficult moments…

When he makes a serious mistake. When he fails at something important. When memories of Germa come flooding back.

That’s when those insecurities rise to the surface.

And that’s when you have to remind him, with everything you’ve got, that he is more than enough. That there isn’t a better person in the world for you.

Most importantly…

That he is loved beyond words.

🩵 So don’t be shy about showering him with compliments, either. They mean far more to him than you might think.

Sure, he’d probably short-circuit on the spot and turn into a bright red, speechless mess every time you casually called him “handsome” or “my gorgeous boyfriend.” Especially that little word, my. It completely fries his brain.

But as flustered as those compliments make him, the ones that truly reach his heart are different.

“I trust you.” “I’m proud of you.” “You’re the one person I know I can always rely on.” “I feel safest when I’m with you.” “I know I’m always in good hands with you.”

Those are the words that would absolutely undo him.

Because they fill the very emptiness that has haunted him for years, the fear that he’s simply… too much.

Too affectionate.

Too emotional.

Too romantic.

Too protective.

Too devoted.

Just… too much.

That fear would probably be at its strongest during the early stages of your relationship. Now that he finally has you, he’d constantly hold himself back, terrified that his overwhelming personality might end up pushing you away instead.

But every last one of those worries would melt away the moment you walked up to him and showed him that you wanted exactly those things from him.

That you craved his affection just as much as he craved giving it. That you wanted to spend time with him. That you loved every bit of that closeness.

Because, in the end, there is nothing that reassures Sanji more than realizing he never has to make himself smaller in order to be loved.

🩵

When he finally tells you about his past, it’ll mean more than a thousand “I love yous” ever could.

We already know that, when it comes to his own pain, Sanji is an incredibly private person. The Straw Hats sailed alongside him for a long time before they ever learned the truth about his family.

At first glance, he seems like an open book. He’s loud, expressive, dramatic, constantly joking, flirting, arguing, smoking… always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

But the things that truly hurt him?

Those are locked away somewhere deep inside, hidden behind several steel doors and concealed beneath that warm, charming smile of his.

With time, he’d grow much more open with you. You’d learn to read him in ways no one else could.

Even then, though, you could never have imagined just how much suffering your wonderful, curly-browed sweetheart had been carrying all those years.

If, early in your relationship, you asked him one quiet night, wrapped together beneath a blanket and sheltered by the intimacy of darkness, to tell you about his childhood…

You wouldn’t hear very much.

Only the carefully edited version.

“What was your childhood like?” you asked, your wide eyes reflecting the moonlight. There was so much kindness in them. So much tenderness. The kind of warmth Sanji never believed someone could look at him with. He simply didn’t have the heart to shatter the beautiful image you had of him. “Nothing too special,” he smiled, lighting a cigarette while making sure to blow the smoke well away from you. “I worked on a restaurant ship when I was a kid. It sank, and old man Zeff took me in after that.”

Everything he said was technically true.

It just left out enormous pieces of the story.

Not because he didn’t trust you.

Because he couldn’t bear the thought of giving you a reason to look at him differently.

Of course, you’d notice.

But you’d try to respect his choice.

Every now and then, you’d ask another question about how he came to stay with Zeff, gently steering the conversation toward the happier memories instead. His life at the Baratie. The lessons the grumpy old chef had taught him. Sometimes you’d even bring those stories up yourself, simply because you knew they always made him smile and lifted the quiet sadness that settled over him whenever his past came up.

The first story he truly let himself share was Zeff’s sacrifice.

How they’d spent months stranded together, starving on a barren rock with no hope that anyone would ever find them.

How those months shaped the way he saw food… and people.

The two of you cried together as he spoke about his dream of finding the All Blue, not only for himself, but most of all for Zeff.

He’d never realized just how desperately he’d wanted to tell someone that story.

Or how much lighter he’d feel when all he found on the other side of it was even more of your love and support.

My All Blue, he thought as he looked at you.

You promised him that you’d stay by his side, that you’d help him through every step of the journey until he finally found it.

The place that, somewhere deep in his heart, he’d already decided would one day become your home.

The place where the two of you would build the rest of your lives together.

The deeper wounds, though…

Those revealed themselves in quieter ways.

The way he’d go completely still whenever someone started talking about fathers or family.

The way his entire expression changed for the briefest moment before he forced his smile back into place.

The way he almost never mentioned anything about the years before Zeff unless someone pushed him into it.

More than once, you woke him from nightmares where he mumbled through tears, begging you not to leave him.

You’d spend hours calming him until, eventually, the two of you drifted back to sleep.

The whole time, he’d be apologizing through tears for waking you.

Even though he’d never told you about the isolation…

Or the abuse.

Or how unwanted he’d been made to feel.

You could slowly piece together that whatever had driven him to that first restaurant ship before meeting Zeff must have been something unimaginably cruel.

Then, after one particularly difficult mission the two of you barely survived…

Or perhaps after hearing you speak about the wounds you carried yourself…

He decided to do something he’d never truly wanted to do with anyone before.

Open up.

He felt you deserved to hear it from him.

Almost like reopening old scars, he began speaking hesitantly.

There was no dramatic speech.

No grand performance.

Just honesty.

The kind of honesty that strips a soul bare.

“My family wasn’t exactly kind.”

Once he’d started, there was no stopping him.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t recounting the events themselves that hurt the most.

It was watching your face as you listened.

Sometimes heartbreak.

Sometimes horror.

Sometimes pure anger on his behalf.

As if you couldn’t comprehend how something so unimaginably cruel could have happened to someone as endlessly kind as the blond cook sitting beside you.

“It’s alright… it wasn’t a big deal. It was a long time ago,” he’d murmur, trying to comfort you, while you were already mentally planning how to defeat an entire family of genetically enhanced nobles.

In those moments, his heart would overflow with a love and gratitude so overwhelming it almost hurt.

The simple fact that you still loved him.

That you understood him.

That after learning everything, you still looked at him and saw the very same Sanji you’d always loved.

Only now… You understood him even more.

And cherished him all the more because of it.

Those were the things he’d never tell anyone else.

Only you.

His irreplaceable partner.

Not because they were secrets for the sake of being secrets.

But because he’d spent his entire life ashamed of them.

Ashamed of how lonely he’d been.

Ashamed of how desperately he’d longed for someone to choose him.

Someone to tell him he was enough.

He’d spent so long expecting rejection that he’d convinced himself it was all he deserved.

Yet when you finally learned the truth…

Instead of pulling away…

You only held him closer.

And loved him more with every passing day.

🩵 As I mentioned before, Sanji dreams of finding the All Blue with you by his side.

Once he does, he’d build a restaurant there. He’d drag Zeff and the Baratie boys over whether they agreed to it or not, and together you’d all begin an entirely new adventure.

More than anything, though, he’d want to introduce you to Zeff, if you hadn’t already met him.

To his dad.

He’d want the old man to see just how happy he finally is.

Every day, you’d be there beside him, helping out around the restaurant while pursuing the things you love, building a life together one ordinary, wonderful day at a time.

And maybe, before long…

Your little family would grow.

If things went exactly the way Sanji secretly imagined them, your children would be tiny, adorable copies of you.

Especially little girls.

On the other hand, you’d be hoping for the exact opposite.

That they’d inherit his soft smile, those impossibly curly eyebrows, and the warmth that always shines in his eyes.

The first time Zeff showed you an old photograph, or maybe even a video, of Sanji as a little boy… Your heart completely melted.

He was, without question, the sweetest child you’d ever seen. “I wasn’t that cute…” he’d mumble, cheeks burning, while Zeff snorted loudly in the background.

From that moment on, you couldn’t help imagining a little boy who looked just like him running around the restaurant.

Only this child would grow up differently.

Unlike Sanji, they would never have to wonder whether they were wanted.

They would never have to earn love.

They would simply receive it, every single day.

The kind of love he should have had from the very beginning.

Together, you’d give your children everything he never got to have.

A home filled with warmth.

A family that chose them every single day.

Parents who loved them without conditions, without expectations, without ever making them question whether they were enough.

And in giving them that childhood…

The two of you would quietly heal a small part of his own.

That’s the future Sanji dreams about most.

Just coming home after a long day in the kitchen, seeing you waiting for him with Zeff grumbling somewhere in the background, hearing the laughter of your children echo through the restaurant, and realizing that, somehow…

He found his All Blue long before he ever found it on a map.

They dismantled the system your island was built on. The richest were taken down, including your family. And when you begged the pirate crew to allow you to travel with them, at least until you were far away, they felt pity for you. Especially Sanji.

Sanji adoration for women was a vital part of who he was. Witnessing on your island how men "admired" women utterly disgusted him. He didn't need a genius to reach the conclusion that you suffered similarly.

And so, Sanji devoted his time to making you comfortable.

On your first morning on the ship, you woke up before the sun rose. Back home, it was better to avoid others in the morning. Their scrutiny was unbearable, especially in the mornings. You didn't expect to see anyone.

"Mornin'" You jumped at the sudden voice that was heard from behind you. Whipping around, you see Sanji sipping tea.

"Thirsty? I'll be making breakfast soon so help yourself, my sweet." "Oh.. no, I'm sorry. I can leave." "Please, I insist. Besides, no one ever leaves my kitchen hungry."

There was no insult to your appearance, no comment on how you should skip breakfast, no request to leave, just kindness. Your feet tremble as you sit where Sanji once did, glancing down into the tea. You serve yourself as Sanji silently starts working on breakfast.

Those were your mornings with Sanji. Silence and peace. Every once in a while, the two of you would share a small conversation about your plans for the day. Outside of that, you simply coexisted.

You found yourself drawn to Sanji outside of those mornings soon enough. He'd serve your meals first with a genuine smile. He'd check on you when the crew was getting just a bit too loud. All of those restless nights, when you were up thinking about home, it was Sanji there, supporting you.

You finally felt comfortable enough opening up about your childhood. Every bit of trauma that molded you into who you were. Everything your family pushed you to do. The irreparable damage that came with your home. And you were met with Sanji's kindness. His eyes softened, his tone became gentle, all for the sake of listening to you. He wasn't treating you like you were fragile, but rather, someone who needed that comfort.

"I'm so sorry.. everything that happened should have never happened in the first place, mon cher." "Well, you can't change the past, can you?" "Perhaps not. But, I can protect your future. I owe that much to you."

After that night, the crew began to notice a shift in your relationships. You were more responsive to the crew. You began to build friendships with them. You learned about each of their ambitions, their interests, their personalities, everything. You were more present and they adored it.

The relationship between you and Sanji also grew. Your interactions were now filled with lingering touches. He called you endearments more than your actual name. He found himself drawn to being your partner rather than anyone else's on island adventures. Because you provided him a fulfillment; a fulfillment to provide for someone who was willing to receive it.

On the other hand, he felt guilty for falling so quickly. You were new to this life, and he should give you more time, right? How much time did you need before he came off too strong?

It was a cold, breezy night when he confessed his feelings for you. You were sitting on the deck when he brought a snack, launching into casual conversation. You decided to thank him for everything he's done, for all of his work to make you feel better about life at sea.

From then on, he couldn't hold it in. Sanji tearfully admitted how strong his feelings for you had become. He would apologize over and over again for his quickness of it all, but his feelings were too strong to hold in.

"I'm so in love with you, it hurts my heart. I want to be by your side for all of our lives. I want to find the All-Blue with you. I want to hold you, laugh with you, cry with you, explore with you, live with you. I'm so in love with you, chérie." "Sanji.. oh Sanji.." "I will always be by your side, no matter what. You are so important to me."

Relief flooded his body when you reciprocated his feelings. The tearful hug and kiss you shared on the deck of the ship would be engraved in his soul for eternity. And as you both stared at the distant island from that day's adventure, you let out a breath of relief, finally letting go of your past.

A little over half an hour later you’re sitting at your desk, brows furrowed over today’s newspaper. You’re trying to align the information printed with the things your little birds from all over the world wrote to you in their letters when you hear a knock at the door. Two short raps, followed by a long one. 

“Come in.”

The door creaks open, and a half bowing, long, slender figure appears in the doorway. Funny how he can make himself so small, you think as Sanji slips inside your room, quietly closing the door behind him. 

“Evenin’, love.” 

He straightens up as he makes his way toward you just to bow down low again when he reaches you. You can feel his cheek brushing against your hair, how he's greedily inhaling your scent while his hand carefully places a small plate in front of you, careful not to put it on your documents. 

“Chocolate soufflé, with a dash of Aqua Laguna salt. And I still had some of those white strawberries you liked so much.” The tone of his voice is so sultry, so charming, it sends a tingle down your spine. You turn a little to look at him, his keen eyes observing your reaction.

“That looks delicious, Sanji, thank you,” you say as you pick up the spoon, take a bite of the treat. You close your eyes, savor the explosion of flavors on your tongue with a soft hum as you lick the spoon clean. When you open your eyes again you can see Sanji staring at your mouth, his lips slightly parted, almost drooling on your shoulder. You have to giggle when a needy little huff leaves him. “Anything for you, dear.”

“Roll your tongue back up, Sanji,” you smirk, and he snaps back to reality. “You know you’re gonna be using it quite a bit.”

You can hear Sanji inhaling deeply, breath staggering as his ears turn pink. He clears his throat, takes a step back and sits on the edge of your desk. 

“Anything specific you're in the mood for today?”

You turn on your seat to fully look at him, standing there. He’s got his hands stuffed away in his pockets, you can see they’re balled into fists beneath the silky fabric of his trousers. His eyes are glued to you, follow you around the room as you stand up and walk over to your vanity.

“You know, I’m still not done working. I really have to figure some stuff out…” you sigh dramatically as you reach under your skirt, hook the waistband of your panties with one finger and quickly pull them down. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get started.”

Sanji all but squeals as his head snaps to the side, turning to follow your panties’ trajectory as they fly over to the bed. You can’t help the self-satisfied smile on your face, you just love watching him like that. Big ocean eyes, adoring, practically begging for you to let him do your bidding. You know he has very little self-control when it comes to beautiful women, that he will bend over backwards to get praise from anyone with a nice pair of tits and a pretty smile, but you know he'll drop anyone if you summon him. He's even pried himself away from Nami to revere you.

It was purely carnal at first. You had gotten drunk on a long voyage after not setting foot on land for weeks, things had gotten boring for everyone on the Thousand Sunny. So you threw a party. Everyone had had a blast, and Sanji had waited on you, Nami and Robin hand and foot. Paid you compliments. Boosted your ego. And it had made something stir deep inside of you. 

You can’t fully recall the events of that evening, but you do distinctly remember squeezing his face with one of your hands, telling him that you’d kill him if he was ever to breathe a word of what was about to happen to a living soul – or Brooke – and then you’d been on each other. And boy, had he delivered. 

You had always imagined Sanji to be like one of those firecrackers that immediately exploded in your hand, but you’d never been so wrong. Behind the facade of that lovesick puppy, chasing after any short skirt, getting a nose bleed from talking to a woman for too long, there was an animal lurking, a lion waiting to be freed from his cage.

You don’t remember how many times he had made you come that night, but it was more than enough to break your previous record, and to make you crave more of it as soon as you were able to walk straight again. And Sanji? Happy to do your every bidding. Now, you'd like to think what you're doing is strictly physical, but if you were honest you would have to admit to yourself that you enjoy the attention. Really enjoy it.

When you’re back at your desk, you lay your hand on Sanji's cheek, softly guide him onto his knees as you sit back down. You’re met with zero resistance, and you feel his nose running up the inside of your leg as soon as he’s vanished under the table. You have to grin to yourself as you hear his blissful sigh, then you get back to work on your letters.

You feel Sanji’s hands wandering up and down your legs, caressing every inch of your skin with the soft tips of the fingers he’s so careful never to use in a fight, peppering feather-light kisses all over you. He pries your legs open, just like you’ve seen him do to all kinds of exotic fruit with practised ease, slowly getting you ready for what he’s about to give you. 

When his mouth finally reaches the inside of your thigh, he, apparently not being able to help himself, bites down on your flesh longingly, prompting a small moan full of surprise from you. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you want to reach under the table, grab a fistful of his hair, tell him he’s doing good, but you’re not there yet.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, focus on the sensation between your legs and try to relax. You've noticed over the past couple of weeks that Sanji has this weird, pressure relieving effect on you that's so much more enduring than when you just get yourself off. He'll just keep working you for hours and hours on end, putting you in an almost trance-like state as he pleasures you just the way you like it, without even so much as thinking about his own high.

You've learned not to be impatient, to savor Sanji's diligence as he makes sure every inch of your body gets worshipped the way it should. Your lower half is already tingling nicely when he finally comes close to where you really want him.

Your back arches involuntarily when his tongue runs up the inside of your thigh, you can feel your legs twitching but Sanji's firm grip keeps you in place. He places a kiss right in the valley where your leg ends, and then one more further up. You're not sure when you started holding your breath, but the gasp shaking your body when he finally runs his tongue through your folds fills your lungs with new life.

You feel the vibration in your core as he hums into your body, satisfied with the response he's eliciting from you. You can feel him nuzzling his nose into you, tongue lapping up every bit of wetness he can find. The first time he went down on you like that you were genuinely scared he'd suffocate, but you've come to learn that Sanji has a strong will to live. Especially when he's drowning in pussy. Now, you just lean back and enjoy the entertainment. 

You feel the buzz spreading through every cell of your body, the heat in your core rising, and if you let yourself, you could easily come right on the spot. But that's not what you want. You want to make this last, stretch it as far as you can, because once he pushes you off that ledge? You'll be a goner.

That's why, when you feel one of Sanji's slender fingers getting closer to your entrance, you tell him, “no.”

His movement stills immediately, you can feel him lifting his head. Like a good little soldier, waiting for your command.

“Not yet,” you huff, noticing how mellow your voice sounds. “Just your tongue, for a little longer.”

“Your wish is my command,” you hear his raspy voice from underneath your desk, and without further ado, he dives back in. You finally give up on reviewing the paper, let your head drop onto your arms that are lying on the table, and you notice how you almost fall off your seat because you keep scooting forward, your body seeking out more and more of the delectable sensation Sanji's providing you.

You feel Sanji's grip on your thighs tightening as he keeps devouring you, edged on by your moans that become less controlled with each passing moment. All the muscles in your lower body seem to be fighting against you, spasming as you try to ground yourself, try to control your breathing, but when Sanji finally finds that unforgiving rhythm that's just right for you today, you give in.

The sound you make is beyond sinful as you finally allow yourself the release you've been building up to. You know exactly what's going on in Sanji's head, that he must be bursting, finally reaping the reward of having you come on his face, but apart from his fingertips sinking deeper into your skin it doesn't show. He just keeps you high, firm grip on your thighs so you don't accidentally crush him.

He only eases up when your quivering legs finally start to slump, your moan turning into a staggered growl. He chuckles as he wipes his lower face on your thigh, keeping you close as you twitch in response to the feathery light kisses he scatters on your skin.

You groan, letting your head loll to the side, lids heavy, hair sticking to your sweaty face. Everything's still in a haze, you don't remember him getting up when you feel Sanji brushing the offending strand away with his thumb. You can smell yourself on him when he lowers himself to your level so his face is mere inches from yours.

“You good, princess?”

“Mhm,” is all you manage to press out, accompanied by a half-hearted nod that Sanji rewards with a light chuckle.

“Come on. Let's get you to bed.”

Before you fully realize what's happening, Sanji has swept you up, your body apparently weighing nothing to him, and carries you across the room. You're still breathing heavily, press your face into his firm chest and let yourself fall into his delicious, peculiar scent of cloves and some other spice he must have picked up in one of the many towns you passed through.

He gently places you on the bed, making sure your head is resting on a pillow and your skirt pulled down enough to cover you, and then he sits down next to you.

“That kinda took it out of you, huh?”

You sigh blissfully, heart still racing, but Sanji’s voice immediately reignites something deep within. You roll onto your side, prop yourself up on one elbow and look at him, expectantly. He raises his eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh, you– do you still want more?”

You can feel the confusion flicker across your face for a second, and then you see that intoxicating smile of his curling around his lips. 

“Sanji!” You both laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest, and then, before you could say “millefeuille”, he’s on you again. You squirm a little as he covers you with his long body, moan when you feel his hot breath against your neck. Sanji leaves enough space between the two of you so you can unbutton his blue pinstriped shirt and make quick work of his belt buckle. He’s already down to his boxers when you quickly peel yourself out of your shirt and bra while he pulls your skirt down, finally discarding it on the floor. 

Sanji’s kneeling over your naked form, drinking you in, his face appearing almost reverent in the low light. You bite your lip, earning a breathless huff from Sanji. He places his hand on your collarbone, then proceeds to trace it down your body, along your curves and dimples until it finally comes to rest just underneath your hipbone. 

“God, you’re beautiful.”

You hum softly, and while this kind of praise from Sanji is exactly what you want, exactly what gets your engine going, the sincerity he expresses it with goes straight to your soul. You tilt your head up, and, as he always does, Sanji gives you what you want.

You can positively taste the burning passion as he kisses you tenderly, a quiet little moan betraying how much he’s been longing for this. Still, he’s so soft, so controlled, not allowing himself to run wild. Stoically holding back. When you lift your hips, trying to seek out some friction in vain because Sanji’s too far away, you know what you must do.

There’s not a lot of space on your bed, but luckily, Sanji’s not the only one who knows how to use his legs. You wrap yourself around him, and, with the smoothest movement, spin him to lie flat on his back. Now, finally straddling him, you press down and feel his hot, throbbing cock pressed right up against your still needy pussy. 

Sanji groans as you slowly grind over him, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating your heat from his. His hands find their way to your hips, fingers denting your skin while he throws his head back, eyes closed. You run your palm over his chiseled chest, his lean body twitching in sync with your movements. For a second, you think you should drag this out as well, just keep riding him like this. But when you look at his twisted little face you decide you want him, stat.

You shift your weight so you can reach under yourself, and, unceremoniously, pull his boxers down only as much as you need for his cock to spring free. You grab him, maybe a little too tight, give him a couple of cursory strokes, and then sink down on him with no hesitation.

One of the things you love about Sanji is the fact that he's so vocal. Every little movement of yours is rewarded with a moan, growl or quiet curse. The way he whispers your name when your pussy clenches around him sends shivers down your spine every damn time, the way he mewls when your fingers wander over his skin makes you feel so powerful and wanted at the same time you could combust.

You shift a little, settling on his lap, allowing him to reach even deeper. Through hooded lids you can see that Sanji's eyes have fluttered shut, he looks like he's hanging on by a thread. Still, you decide to start grinding. You know he's not going to disappoint you. Your vision goes blurry when you start rolling your hips, Sanji's thick head inside you hitting that spot that switches off the outside world.

You can already feel yourself speeding up, your body just taking over, greedily seeking out another high. Your hips keep working him, nails digging into his hard surface in a way you're sure it would hurt a normal person, but you know he can take it. And even if he couldn't, he wouldn't complain.

When you feel you're close you lean back, prop yourself up on his thighs for a better angle, better purchase. You and Sanji almost fall out of rhythm as he tries to match your erratic movement, but when the wave finally crashes down over you, your back arching, toes curling, Sanji's got you. Like he always does. 

A loud, almost pained moan spills from your lips as he keeps thrusting while you ride your high, pulling you into him as your cries turn into whimpers before you finally go slack. 

You feel your arms on his thighs turn into jelly, but Sanji sits up in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. He pulls you close, your bodies slick against each other's, your chest heaving way more noticeably than his. 

Sanji pulls you into a tight hug while you try to regulate your breathing, nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck while you try to come down. His hand wanders up and down your back, gently caressing you, keeping you as close as he possibly could. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you just looked? Like a goddess come down to earth just to bless me.” He inhales deeply, the squeeze he’s giving you turning possessive for an instant before he quickly regains his composure.

As soon as he notices you shifting, having recovered enough to move again, Sanji gives you space to lift yourself off him. He groans at the slight twitch your pussy gives around his still hard cock. 

“Okay. Wow. That was… that was good.” You fumble with your legs as you lift yourself off him, your body immediately protesting at the loss of contact even though you should be exhausted.

Sanji cocks his head, looks at you with that impish smile of his, the erection between his legs bobbing up and down.

“Good? Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”

You have to chuckle as you scoot closer, kneel next to him. You let your lips ghost over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you place a couple of kisses before you whisper in his ear.

“That was amazing. You were amazing. Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering.”

You can feel the goosebumps rippling all over his body as you praise him just before he captures you in another kiss, just as searing hot as the last one, but way less controlled. You feel him brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and then quickly turning you so you're in his arms again.

He gently lowers you on the bed, eyes not leaving yours for a second. He runs his hand over your breast, circles your nipple once, then lets it move further down. You can’t control the way your body twitches under him, and it’s a good thing because Sanji knows exactly what you’re asking for, even if your mouth is refusing to say it. 

He dips down, lips trailing down your chest until they find your nipple. He licks a broad stripe over it, making you twitch again, and then takes it into his mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he starts sucking on one while pinching the other with his fingers, and a little gasp leaves you as he pushes two fingers into the heat you've been desperately pressing up against him.

You’re not entirely sure for how long Sanji keeps working you, at this point, the thing turning you on most are the content, passionate little sounds he’s making while chasing your high. His voice is raspy when he finally drops your nipple from his mouth with a soft plop. You open your eyes to find him looking at you, enamoured with the way you're writhing beneath him. 

“I, uh,” he says, voice cracking at the single syllable as he continues to pump his fingers into you. “I’m really sorry but I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” he huffs, eyes only shooting down to look between his legs for a second. You can’t see much with the dim light and his body so close to yours, but you’ve felt his hardness poking you. Felt the pre-cum oozing from his tip against your sizzling skin. 

You lift your hands, cup his face to look at it for a moment. Study the adoration, the devotion written all over it, brush that rogue strand of hair away only for it to immediately fall back in place. 

“Sanji?”

He holds his breath, eyes wide, trying to read your wish before you say it out loud. As he always does.

“Will you come inside me?”

The sound he makes is almost a whimper, and then he’s so fast you’re almost unable to follow his movements. Still on his knees between your thighs, he runs a hand over your ass and down your leg as he gently pushes it up to finally rest it on his shoulder. All air leaves your body when he presses into your wetness, his movement offensively unhurried for someone as consumed by lust as you know him to be. He runs his cheek over your calf, kissing every inch of skin he can reach as he slowly drives into you. His thrusts are deep, powerful, and it takes only a couple of them for you to almost lose yourself again. You can feel him tensing up inside you, and the moment you allow the moan that’s been trying to break free from you to escape you’re both gone. Sanji’s hips stutter as he paints your insides white, his entire body shudders before he collapses onto you, not halting his movement before the tension in your body subsides. 

You both lie there for a while, breathing falling into rhythm with each other, quietly enjoying the peace of the moment. Sanji rolls off you, careful not to break your skin to skin contact for a second. Pulls you into his arm before his back even hits the mattress. He gently caresses your shoulder, tracing imaginary lines on your arms.

You're not exactly sure how, but he produces a cigarette from somewhere, lights it on the oil lamp that's standing on the bedside table. He takes a long drag, slowly exhales, letting the smoke curl its way up to the ceiling.

“So,” he says, the cheeky grin already back on his lips. “You hungry for anything else, my queen?”

COLE

This guy sleeps with so many blankets its not even funny, it didn’t matter if he was human or a ghost either. He slept with multiple and is notorious for being a total blanket hog. 

He will steal the spare throw blankets in the monastery to quell his need for warmth. It’s not that he’s cold all the time though, he just like the feeling of the blankets on his skin, even more so after he became human again, old habits die hard, he supposes. 

Ignore the fact that all of the blankets end up on the floor when he wakes up in the morning. 

If you happen to be in the bed with him, you’re the blanket now, congrats. 

He only ever wants to sleep with you ontop of him. He’s a big guy and doesn’t want to roll over on top of you in his sleep. 

Speaking of which he moves alot in his sleep, if you’re ontop of him he’ll have his arms around you but his legs will move. He’s not sure why he’s so restless when he sleeps, he’s been like that since he was a kid. Maybe it's because ‘the earth doesn’t sleep’ or something like that. 

No skincare/night routine. He’ll sometimes work out an hour before bed and then shower but that’s about it. He has perfect glossy skin and everyone hates him for it. The most he does is put some water on his face, but that’s it. 

He doesn’t have to set an alarm either. He has a pretty solid sleep schedule despite everything. He’s the type to lecture the others about keeping a proper sleep schedule too. 

Mostly sports some shorts and a black tshirt. The color of the shorts change from plain colors to silly ones for the major holidays, sometimes for shits and giggles, depending on how he feels. His favorite is a pair of sweats with a bunch of different cake slices on it. 

He mutters or hums in his sleep. It’s usually low, but occasionally its loud enough to wake the others. 

JAY

Doesn’t brush his teeth before bed like a freak. His breath doesn’t smell somehow, though??? Weirdo. 

All the lights stay on. He’s not afraid of the dark or anything, but his dreams usually consist of him using his powers. It turns the lights on in his room so he just sleeps with them on or unplugs everything. Everyone in the monastary can tell he had a nightmare if all the lights in the temple turn on in the middle of the night. 

The second most likely person to have a nightmare every night. It’s mostly about Nadakhan, sadly, so he can only really talk to Nya about it. She has her own issues with the entire thing. His guilt about not telling anyone outside of Nya about what happened eats at him. 

Shit sleep schedule. This was obvious but he has alot of energy, partially due to his personality, partially due to his powers. He still has an old, small, hand-held gaming console (Think like a 3DS) that he carries around in the pocket of his pajama bottoms. 

Speaking of which, he typically wears the most horrible merch of himself he can find pajama wise. Think like those silly PJs that have pictures of his face on it. Othertimes he’ll wear other patterns like sharks, cookies, smiley faces, etc. It doesn’t matter if it has graphics and is blue; he most likely has it. Then it's just whatever tshirt he has laying around. 

He didn’t have a skin care routine until he started hanging out with Nya more. He used to do the cold/warm water towel combo but he kept breaking out. Nya introduced him to a bunch of different stuff and he found some face wash and lotion he liked. He’s used that brand for years. 

This man doesn’t follow your sleep schedule in the slightest. He’s perfectly content either playing video games next to you while you sleep or with you.

Fair warning, sometimes he’ll forget that you’re asleep so he’ll nudge you when he beats a really high score or a difficult level. Doing the same to him will result in your hair being stuck in the air for the rest of the day due to static electricity. 

He often sleeps with one arm or leg dangling off the bed. He can’t help but fidget, even when unconcious. 

Even after losing his memories, none of this has changed. He still uses the same products and plays the same games. When playing, he’ll sometimes try to turn to his side to celebrate whatever he accomplished before realizing nobody is there. 

KAI

This freak doesn’t have a bedframe. He claims it's because he keeps setting it on fire, but he just hates how much his old one would hit the wall and dent it. He didn’t like repairing the holes. No, he won’t get one even if you ask or beg him to. 

He has the bed on a platform, so he’s not that much of a freak, don’t worry. He likes the platform because he can place stuff on the edges of it. He has all sorts of stuff there, playing cards, candy bags, chargers, and hair gel containers. Everything.

He’s not worried about them falling because Kai doesn’t move a damn inch when he sleeps. He sleeps on his side in a fetal position or on his stomach with his arms under his pillow. Afterwards, he is as stiff as a board. He might twitch or sigh in his sleep, but that’s the most he’ll do. 

Despite what he says, he’s the little spoon. He’ll insist on being the big spoon in the beginning of your relationship but gradually becomes the little spoon as time goes on. If you also like being the little spoon, you guys just sleep face to face with your limbs wrapped around each other. Think like how sea otters sleep, but much more tangled. 

Sleeps with his hair in a bonnet. One of those satin ones with flames on it, like Guy Fieri’s flame button-up. He knows the design is dumb, but he sleeps with it anyway. 

He doesn’t do much in regard to a night routine that’s outside the normal…except for his hair. He has a routine for his hair. He has sprays, oils, moisturizers, the whole nine yards. He showers every night beforehand, also because of how much gel he uses to keep his hair upwards. It’s not good to keep it like that overnight. He forgets sometimes, but still. Even if he doesn’t do the whole routine, he does have a bigger bonnet in case he falls asleep with his hair up. Seeing Kai with his hair down is a sight only for his partner. 

His hair is very fluffy too, though, and he doesn’t mind if you play with it. It puts him right to sleep if you do. 

Sleeps with half his ninja suit on. He was teased about it for a bit, but it's because the gi is comfy. It’s light and airy. He’ll usually sleep in some boxers with his socks and the gi’s top with a plain t-shirt under. The fabric is light and breathable after all, and fireproof. He doesn’t sleep with the gloves on, of course. 

Decent sleep schedule. He’s always been a morning person due to having to wake up to run errands or open his father’s blacksmith shop. He has his moments of not waking up on time, of course, but still. 

The type to cry after every nightmare. It’s almost comical how, if you’re also woken up by his sniffles,he'll just say he’s allergic to your pajamas. He’s been saying that for years. 

ZANE

He doesn’t sleep in a traditional sense, but he does have a bed. Most often, he’s recharging. His power source gives him an infinite amount of energy, but his other parts start to run down after a while. Think as if you’ve spent all day running around and feel sore once you sit down. 

His joints often ache, and this guy is cold all the time. He has a space heater in his room that accounts for 80% of the electricity bill. Not that he pays taxes or anything. The ninja gets a massive discount in terms of bills due to how much they have saved the entire realm. At this point, they pay about 200$ a month in total. Sometimes 250$. Zane is to thank for this. 

He fixed his bed to have a recharge slab that connected like a Bluetooth device. He just has to lie on the bed, and his systems will start to prioritize repairing themselves. 

He does have a self-repair system, technically, but it requires a lot of oil to do so. His night routine usually consists of reading a book while drinking some cold (it used to be hot) oil until his systems finish repairing. Afterwards, he goes to bed. 

If you’re with him, he’ll make sure there are so many blankets in his room that you don’t get cold. He hates how cold his body is, and if you’re human, there’s been more than one occasion when the two of you get stuck together if you fall asleep in each other's arms. 

Yes, he does get into arguments with Cole over who can have what blankets. To the point where Zane just buys his own specifically for you or anyone else who stays the night in his room. If he catches even a WHIFF of an idea that Cole is planning to steal it he will purposefully bake some Carrot Cake with chocolate frosting on it. Cole can’t stand carrot cake but loves chocolate frosting. He falls for it every single time. 

Due to being an Nindroid, he doesn’t move too much in his sleep either. His frame sort of ‘locks up’ the entire time he’s resting. 

He does dream, though, and he dreams vividly. Almost all of his dreams are vivid, and he manages to escape from nightmares most days due to being in control of them. He struggles with not knowing if they’re actually dreams or just more Nindroid stuff. 

He enjoys his repair time with Pixel. It’s pretty often that you’ll see the door cracked open late at night, so either her or his room doesn’t matter. They’ll repair each other, lubricate limbs (fingers are always the culprit) before recharging together. 

Pixel steals his clothes. He has a lot more of them than she does. Zane doesn’t mind. He doesn’t have much of a preference regarding what he wears to sleep. His favorite has always been a pair of white striped pajamas he’s worn since season 1. They’re a bit worn and an off-white color, but he can somehow always find another one exactly like it at any clothing store?? 

NYA

As said before, she has a full skincare routine. She does it because it's fun for the most part. She is 100% jealous of Cole not having to do much in regard to skin care. She was ‘cursed’ with oily skin, in her opinion. 

She sleeps on satin sheets. She likes how soft they are and how much effort it takes to clean them. She likes the domestic aspect of that routine, especially since most of the day she’s wrapped up in fighting or other fast paced activities. She cleans them often, probably more often than anyone else. 

She likes to listen to podcasts. It doesn’t matter what they’re about; just a podcast of anything is fine for her. Though she does enjoy podcasts about ancient history and engineering the most. 

She likes to put it on her phone while doing her skincare routine, especially with Jay. She knows Jay doesn’t listen half the time, but she doesn’t mind. He’s usually playing a game when she has it on. 

She only listens to podcasts about sports when she wants to fall asleep. She likes sports, don’t get me wrong, but she prefers to watch them on her own time and form opinions. Those sports podcasts bore her to no end, and she uses them because she knows it’ll bore her so badly she’ll fall right asleep. 

When listening to these podcasts, she’ll often give you one of her headphones to listen in. 

She’s a lot like Kai in terms of sleeping, but she is the big spoon. She likes being able to wake up, and the first thing she feels is either your body in some way or being able to smell you. She thinks it's weird, but it's also weirdly comforting to her. 

She sleeps with her hair down as well. She doesn’t have a bonnet like Kai, but her hair is naturally very wavy. She used to straighten it when she woke up in the morning, but after letting it grow out (combined with her powers turning it wavy again all the time), she just keeps it that way. Sometimes she’ll put it into a loose ponytail, but most of the time it's down. 

As for what she sleeps in, it's usually a long pair of fluffy pants with some slippers and a sweater. The sweater always has a water theme. She’s very determined to be on theme 24/7. It’s her pride and joy to collect dumb water-themed clothing items. 

An early riser. She has a whole morning routine planned by the time she wakes up. She only ever sleeps in if she was working all day or if she’s with her lover. She likes the feeling of their warmth close by. 

LLOYD

Bro doesn’t sleep. Just putting that out there. He has constant nightmares (and visions later on), to the point where he has to take so much melatonin. He gets through the day by napping during the afternoon. He thinks he can subconsciously pick up on the fact that everyone is awake, and he feels safer like that. 

He does have pajamas, but they’re mostly sweatpants and a t-shirt. No, they don’t match. Neither do his socks. 

The worst sleep schedule out of everyone. He’s a total night owl and is horrible when it comes to waking up early. If there’s no mission involved, getting him out of bed before 12 is close to impossible. 

Sleeps with the radio on. He has a tiny radio that he usually puts on his bedside table. He likes to listen to the news station the most. Does it make him more anxious? Yeah. Does he also like to be caught up with what’s going on outside of the crazy villains he fights on a daily basis? Also yes. 

His bed is just made of plushies. He has all kinds of plushies, too. His favorite is a yarn plush of himself in one of his old GIs. He sleeps with it the most, as it was a gag gift from his dad after becoming the golden ninja. It went missing for a few days after his dad died, and he was devastated. He found out his mom had taken it and placed a voice recording inside of it that was his dad saying he loved him and was proud of him whenever he squeezed it. Like the Build-A-Bear things. 

Each plushie has a name. He’s got a shark, a dragon, a cat, and a few others. The bigger plushies are typically the parents, and the smaller ones are the babies. He’s got lore for every single one of them, too, and nothing boring either. He’s got divorced plushies, plushies that have murdered others in cold blood, that have lost limbs, etc. If he’s got the time, he’ll tell you about it, but you’d have to coax him into it. He gets easily embarrassed by it. 

He does cover the plushies when you do anything. He covers them all in a blanket that he has at the end of his bed. Speaking of which, his actual room isn’t decorated too much. He’s used to losing his home or at least not having a consistent one. Everything in his room can be easily packed into a bag under his bed, including the plushies. 

Chronic clothes stealer. He’s by far the smallest of the group; he’s strong, yes, but he wears a size or two down from everyone else. He’s banned from the laundry room during laundry day until everyone has gotten their clothes out of the dryer. He’ll steal them otherwise. 

He mostly takes hoodies, shirts, or socks. He doesn’t care if he looks stupid. He’ll take them. He’s stolen some of Nya’s scrunchies, Kai’s socks, Cole’s band t-shirts are in there somewhere, and Zane has a sweater or two he’s still looking for. Pray for your closet, because you’ll become the main culprit if you’re together. He will break into your residence whether you live at the monastery or not. He won’t get caught until he comes out wearing something of yours. 

He at least knows not to take people’s favorite clothing items, though, so those are safe…for now. You’re on thin ice; he might just steal your favorite stuff for shits and giggles. 

He also refused to sleep by himself. He already has a horrible sleep schedule, but he can (and will) wait for you to come to bed. He’d 100% stand in the doorway with a blanket over his shoulders, glaring at you if you refused to come to bed. He’s dragged you to bed more than a few times, too. It doesn’t matter if he’s the little spoon or the big spoon. You will come to bed with him and his children (the plushies). 

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gets really touchy and twitchy if you kiss the scars on his stomach and thighs

lol kiss his circumcision scar he'd probably beg you to do something

please do something, don't tease him.

look, his scars are really sensitive. by kissing them he gets riled up pretty quickly.

take his cock in your mouth and he'll try not to buck into it

but you're so perfect

his hips keep stuttering if you don't hold him down

lick under his glans while you suck him off he'll hiccup and gasp

"f-fuck, please... you're so good, please... i wanna..."

he cannot complete any thoughts while you take him in your mouth, it's not feasible

don't look him in the eyes he'll cum

he's very weak for eye contact during anything. handy, blowie, p in v, p in a, fingering... anything.

even when he doms there's this air to him where he's there to give you pleasure no matter what. there is rarely ever a time he could be dominant and guide you when you give him a blow job or a hand job.

he's the type to service you because it makes him feel like you want him, need him.

he likes feeling needed.

so when you go on to service him, he turns into a puddle, begging you to finish him quickly or he might cry