#fox sanji

[littlewanibites]

Zoro and Sanji drawing dump

[leo1132]

Smol 🤏

[hyacinth-04]

A Fox’s wedding

[blixxkixx]

testing out csp by drawing alternate furry designs + lusan

[emiruart]

what did zoro say to make sanji look like that?🤔

[ethelledraw]

[akwolfgrl]

Sleepy boy.

[naiad-r]

tfw the roads move (not that you got lost) and you find yourself a murder fox.

[lunanight2012]

Ok ya'll want the tiger & the fox? Ok.... but

Got so many zosan fic ideas.

[sacchatron]

yea

[kingofthe-egirls]

SITTING PRETTY: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: alcohol, kitsune, east blue crew, yes i was imagining the opla cast but so were you, kissing, sitting in someone’s lap)

(a/n: this was so fun. smut maybe coming soon? we’ll see)

Songs: “Hotel” by Claire Rosinkranz

words: 1.2k

Luffy is staring at you.

He’s sitting across the campfire from you, sipping a glass of milk through a straw. You have your own moscow mule in hand, the copper mug sweating with cold condensation.

The air smells like smoke.

“So!” Luffy speaks, twirling his straw around in his drink. He slurps it loudly before continuing, “Let’s play a game!”

He smiles around at the rest of the crew, who are all in their own various states of intoxication. It’s been a long night, after several days at sea with no islands in sight. Everyone is a little bored, a little stressed, and more than a little in need of blowing off some steam. Nami shrugs.

“Sure, captain. What’s up?”

Luffy leans forward, wicked smirk painting his charming features. You stare down into your melted ice and muddled mint leaves.

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Zoro sighs, but leans forward too. Sanji and Usopp also perk up. The Merry creaks in the waves as she sails. The ocean laps at her sides, soothing and peaceful in the summer night air. The campfire sparks up with a flare.

Luffy slurps his milk.

“What are the stakes?” Nami asks, adjusting in her seat, her boots slung over one another as she leans back. Usopp is fiddling with his slingshot.

Zoro shrugs, “Drink if you won’t take a dare, drink twice if you won’t take a truth.”

“So, we’re trying to outmatch each other? Get stuff we won’t wanna do?”

“Sorta,” Zoro says, “S’alright with everyone?”

“Sounds fun,” you admit, downing your glass before handing it off to Sanji. He’s a sucker for your sparkly eyes and fluffy tails. Your ears flick back and forth, excited. Nervous.

Sanji hurries back with a refill.

He straightens his suit jacket before sitting back down. The indigo night washes over him with a flattering, velvet softness. You wonder what shade of blue his eyes are, up close.

Luffy clears his throat.

“Sooo, who wants to go first?” His shining eyes scan the crew, and you flick up a tail (or two). He smiles, and takes a sip of his kid’s drink.

You sigh. “Truth,” you say, staring at Nami. You figure she’s gonna strike the worst, so might as well get it over with first. She stares at you, flicking her eyes up and down your scrappy frame. She arches an auburn brow.

“So, Kitty,” she sips her cider, and Sanji shifts in his seat. “Have you ever had sex before?”

She’s smiling, devilish, as you snort through your drink. She laughs as you cough, orange hair swaying in the soft breeze. Everyone else stutters and laughs, and Zoro mutters something about “starting off strong.” You swallow, sucking your teeth as you swirl melted ice around your drink.

“Yes.”

Everyone sighs out in relief, tension removed for a second of release.

Your eyes flick up to hers.

“Your turn.”

She stares back at you: a challenge.

“Dare.”

You shrug, mouth turned down, “I dare you to say when the last time you had sex was.” You stare at her glare, as she clocks you basically just gave her a truth anyway. She sniffs.

“Last week.”

“Liar!” You say, and she giggles. You shove the bottle of tequila closer to her, and she swallows what is certainly more than just one shot.

“Your turn,” she says to Zoro, who glances at Luffy for his prompt.

Luffy stares at the floor, now-empty glass held loosely in slender fingers. “What…is your favorite color?”

“I didn’t say truth, captain,” Zoro snorts, “Truth or dare, Luffy.”

“Dare?”

Sanji sighs, and Usopp says “we might as well go with it,” so Zoro sighs and starts to think of something to dare his already-reckless captain with. He settles on something silly, and tame.

“I dare you to slingshot back and forth across the ship five times.”

Happy to be moving, your hyperactive friend shoots up and starts gum-gum rocketing across the ship with no small amount of shouting. You swirl the mint leaves in your drink. “Your turn,” you murmur to Usopp, who gives Sanji a glance.

“Truth or dare?” The chef asks, his own glass of wine clutched in his delicate fist. It’s as dark as the sea.

“Truth.”

“What do Kaya’s lips taste like?”

The group ooo’s in scandalous delight, all eyes on the sniper as he stares down into his drink. “Pass,” he says, and takes a huge slurp. It dribbles down his chin. “Who’s turn is next?”

“Sanji,” you say, turning to him with a smile, “Truth or dare, handsome?”

He blushes at your pet name, and someone coughs. The blond boy licks his lips. His eyes meet yours, reflecting the fire’s red heat.

“Dare.”

“Kiss my cheek,” you preen, tails flicking around you. You bare the side of your face to him, sitting pretty by the campfire. Your scrappy jeans have stitched-on patches, and your crop top hangs loose around your frame. A single pendant hangs around your neck, and your hair is twisted into messy braids. You knock your steel-toed boots together.

Sanji hums, peaceful, as he delicately scoots toward you. He’s already sitting next to you, tall legs and broad shoulders bumping into yours as he settles closer in. His hand is slightly cool as it graces the side of your neck. “Be still, pretty,” he whispers, just for you, as he presses a slow smooch against your cheek. He bites it, playfully, and you swat him away with a fearsome blush.

Usopp giggles, and Nami snorts into her cider again. Zoro and Luffy are both silent. You swallow, and cast about the crew for someone else’s turn. “Is it me again?” You ask, and Zoro nods.

“Truth or dare?” He says, sake almost drained from his bottle. The air stills, sudden breeze gone quiet as you sit together. You curl two tails around yourself, petting the soft, arctic fur in your lap. It scratches against the striped patch on the side of your left hip.

“Truth.”

“Nope,” Zoro says, swigging his sake, “Truth is boring. You’re doing a dare. Sit in the lap of the person you’d most like to have sex with.”

Everyone gasps, except for you.

Your eyes burn with smoke, staring down the swordsman across the crackling flames. Sparks shoot up between you, orange and hazy in the moonlight. Something thumps against the ship; a fish or a shark that swims away silently.

You stand.

Sanji shifts, still close to you from his kiss. He scratches the fabric of his slacks above his left knee. His shoes are shiny and black beneath the stars. You step over them, carefully.

And you make your way across the circle, slowly as a shark circling prey.

“Sorry,” you whisper, standing in front of the captain who saved you, “Is this seat taken?”

He stares at you.

His breath comes ragged and hazy, as he sets his glass down to make room. His hands are sweaty, so he wipes them off on his shorts as you stand beside his hip. He leans back, slightly, to let you sit side-saddle across his legs. He shifts on the deck so he’s cross-legged, and you take your seat with a searing blush. Your ass fits neatly into the space between his crisscrossed legs, his heat spilling into your body as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He nuzzles into your cheek, his soft hair tickling your jaw. “Sleeping in my hammock tonight,” he whispers, his lips in your hair, “Captain’s orders.”

****

[aimbutmiss]

Gay ass outfits and dialogue

Like why does Sanji need such a deep cleavage?? To seduce men??? That's what I thought.

[leo1132]

Prey hunting

[hyacinth-04]

I remember I created this cuz I wanted to draw fox Sanji acting like a housewife 🤣💖

[earthlyruins]

ohh zs faerie au... changeling sanji who later discovers he's a gancanagh (a faerie commonly described as having a silver tongue and can charm flowers into blooming at night. a sweet-talker who can convince anyone of anything—even kill another for them, if so bid.) he hides this with foul language and exaggerated, embarrassing acts after an Incident at the baratie where he accidentally charmed a poor woman so greatly she froze to death in the cold waiting for him outside the restaurant doors in the dead of winter.

zeff still sees him as his son, and he'll be damned if anyone says otherwise. even when sanji hides in the shadows and within himself, zeff whacks him upside the head and reminds him that no matter what—this is his home. he is family. that'll never change. of course, this is said with a lot of grumbling and cursing and shoving, but the message gets through well enough.

income zoro — a phooka (a faerie known for both its trouble-making personality and the way it can change shape) long lost from his home in the woods nearby. he'd taken to the shadows more often than not: slinking by as a stray cat or scampering away as a fox. there'd been a pull even since the moon started filling to its peak with the steady thrum of an oncoming revel. it's strong. it's a challenge. and that has always been the one thing zoro can't back down from.

only for it to come in the form of a cook behind a restaurant, glamour running rampant over him like a false skin.

obviously they get on like wildfire. they fight. they ruin the place around them. where zoro lacks in speed, sanji has in numbers, and where sanji lacks in brute strength, zoro makes up for it easily. they're equally matched, and it's—fun. they're both grinning by the end of it, bloody and split-lipped, and it might be the moon and it might be the revel, but something clicks and zoro is suddenly, inexplicably, asking sanji to meet the head of his court—the one who'll be high king.

and sanji, for those same inexplicable reasons, says yes.

(little do either of them know sanji's one of a few heirs to a court himself, and of a court vying for the throne. that four-leafed clovers can peel away even the strongest of glamour if there's enough. that one night dancing underneath a hill of oak and yew until they are both cackling with glee and flush with food and wine will feel like a promise of eternity.)

[chaoticlad]

So uh-

I’m NEVER gonna color this

Crappost

CRUSTY traditional sketch below‼️-

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