#sanji oc

[cepheusgalaxy]

Ok, I wanna make an oc ref for the whump art trade event, but I can't decide which character to make

*Not all of them have a concrete design lol so I'm just putting the ones who have

If you wanna know who are they I have links!

Megan/Totsuka

Lis/Arielle

Sanji

Amani

Rose/June

Petrichor

[pokeberry5]

practice portraits

[imsryyimlate]

lipstick stains on the monster trio

nsfw

luffy

“is that a new color?” luffy asked, pointing at your lips with curious enthusiasm.

“you noticed!” you replied cheerfully. “this one’s flavored.”

his eyes lit up with intrigue. “really? what’s the flavor?”

you laughed, shrugging. “no idea. that’s where you come in.”

“really really?” he confirmed, his grin widening as he bounced closer to you.

“mhmmm,” you hummed, leaning in and pursing your lips playfully.

without hesitation, luffy cupped your face, his hands warm and rough yet gentle against your skin. he pressed his lips to yours in a soft, curious kiss, his tongue flicking over the surface briefly.

“watermelon,” he declared with a wide smile. “tastes like watermelon! mind if i lick it all off?”

“be my guest, captain,” you replied with a smirk, your fingers lightly tracing the scar on his chest. “my lips are yours to command.”

luffy tilted his head, his expression turning both curious and mischievous. “that so?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “then how about you put that mouth of yours to work?”

your grin deepened as you knelt before him, your lips trailing kisses down his chest, leaving faint, watermelon-flavored stains against his skin. his breathing hitched slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides as he watched you. you paused at the waistband of his shorts, glancing up at him with a teasing look before unbuttoning them.

as you slid his shorts and boxers down, he let out a small, surprised laugh. “whoa, you’re not wasting time, huh?”

“not when i’ve got orders to follow,” you teased, taking his length into your hand and pressing a soft kiss to his tip.

when your mouth enveloped him, luffy’s laughter melted into a contented sigh. his hands instinctively found your hair, his fingers threading through it as you moved. “guess i taste like watermelon now, too,” he said, his tone light and amused.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. “then i’ll be here to lick off every kiss mark i see,” you promised.

luffy’s grin returned, wide and carefree. “good! looks like i don’t have to tell you to do exactly what i want. you’re already perfect at it!”

his words, so unfiltered and genuine, made you laugh softly against him before returning to your task.

zoro

there were no lipstick stains on zoro’s face, neck, chest, or stomach. those marks you left were reserved for the most intimate parts of him - places only you had the privilege of reaching. a trail of color adorned the insides of his thighs, the sensitive skin below his waist, and his hardened length. though zoro cared for you more than he often expressed, he guarded these moments fiercely, unwilling to let anyone else witness the vulnerability you pulled from him.

“y’know,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the heat of his inner thigh as you trailed soft, lingering kisses, “i’m pretty sure the crew wouldn’t care about seeing a few marks on you.”

the warmth of your breath against his skin sent a shiver through him, and his fingers twitched against the sheets. “i’d never hear the end of it,” he replied, his voice low and gruff, though the slight rasp revealed just how much your touch affected him.

“when did you ever start caring about what people think?” you teased, your lips moving closer to the place he most needed you.

he inhaled sharply when your hand wrapped around his base, steadying him as you angled your head to kiss his length. “it’s not about them,” he muttered, his fingers finding their way to your hair as he guided you.

“then what is it about?” you asked softly, your words muffled against his skin as your lips pressed closer, your lipstick leaving faint, tantalizing stains.

“privacy,” he said, his voice strained, “is a luxury on this ship... and i prefer certain parts of us to stay that way.”

your lips curved into a small smile, the intimacy of his words warming you. “fair enough,” you murmured, letting your tongue trace along his length, savoring the way his breath hitched above you.

his grip on your hair tightened as you kissed up to his tip, your lipstick smudging slightly as it mixed with the beads of precum. the sight of you, the deliberate pace you set, made his jaw clench as he fought to maintain some control.

pulling back for a moment, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his intense, half-lidded one. “you’re thoughtful,” you whispered.

zoro’s response came not in words but in the way his hand tightened in your hair, his body trembling as you returned to your kisses. every kiss and motion was a reminder that while privacy might be a luxury, moments like this were far more valuable - something just for the two of you.

sanji

sanji’s face was covered with your lipstick, and he loved it. the marks, though temporary, were his favorite - a vivid reminder of your touch, of the moments he got to keep just for himself.

that night, the ship was quiet, the gentle rocking of the ocean the only sound apart from the occasional creak of the wood. sanji stood leaning against the kitchen counter, extinguishing a cigarette in the ashtray nearby.

“looks like it’s just us,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, your voice quiet but laced with intent. you walked toward him with a sway in your hips, your eyes gleaming with mischief. “everyone else is asleep.”

the cook smiled, his expression tender and adoring as he straightened to meet you. “lucky me,” he murmured, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm grip. his forehead rested against yours, his warm breath brushing your skin.

sanji’s long, elegant fingers toyed with the waistband of your pants, slipping beneath to graze your warm skin. his touch sent a shiver through you, and you leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.

you trailed your lips from his mouth to his cheeks, leaving soft lipstick stains, then went down the sharp line of his jaw, and then the curve of his neck. the faint marks were his skin like a map of your affection. meanwhile, his fingers slipped your pants lower, brushing against the heat of your center through your underwear.

a soft moan escaped your lips, and sanji’s smirk widened, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease you further. one finger slid in, then a second, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing soft gasps from you as your body melted into his.

your hands found their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself, your lips moving to his ear. you bit down on his earlobe gently, eliciting a quiet groan from him before you kissed a path to the back of his neck. his pace quickened, his fingers finding the rhythm that made your knees tremble.

“sanji,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.

he pressed his lips to yours again, his kiss deep and full of longing. “kiss me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “kiss me until my face is stained with your love.”

his words sent a thrill through you, and you obeyed, your lips finding every inch of his skin, leaving a trail of soft, smudged marks as his fingers brought you closer to the edge.

[this-blog-needs-a-name]

One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

📝 Bound by Silver by ToastedMilkBar Corazon x f!reader (46k)

📝 Immune To Your Charms by @grandline-fics Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader (26k)

📝 Chaos in Their Bones by @eureka-its-zico OPLA Zoro x f!reader (148k)

📝 Determination! by @thesharktanksdriver Platonic multiple characters/crews x child!reader (69k)

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress OPLA Sanji x f!reader (35k)

Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

Epiphytism by Jarchetype Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (23k)

Little Blue Bird by MidNightWriter42 Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (12k)

📝 Affiliation by maybeitsdee Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (23k)

📝 The Beast and the Mouse by @simpleeindulge Eustass Kid x f!reader (12k)

📝 Little Game by @gingernut1314 Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (16k)

the blade daughter by @halfvalid OPLA Zoro x f!reader, Dracule Mihawk x daughter!reader (24k)

You Should Be Sad by @fanaticsnail Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (14k)

put my name at the top of your list by @ladadiida Sanji x f!reader (12k)

Through Shadow by @gingernut1314 OPLA Sanji x f!reader (10k)

Your Highness by @nanawritesit OPLA Sanji x f!reader (13k)

Come Sail Away by @sassenach-on-the-rocks OPLA Sanji x f!reader, OPLA Zoro x sister!reader (15k)

📝 Stowaway by @spitfire-of-the-sea Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x f!reader (10k)

[lostuzumaki]

Luffy reincarnated to past AU

Part32

Part1 ... Part31 Part32 Part33

[sunnixsunshine]

Something something that silly trend

Sillier happier alt under cut

[sakura-rose12]

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[kusakiguzen]

Yandere One Piece x Reader

A/N: just fic that i wrote when i was board! Hope you enjoy reading it as much i enjoyed writing it.

Imagine the Straw Hats being annoyed with Cultivator Reader who gets sea sick alot but was also clingy. Almost always in choppers office during storms or when there are big waves. Chewing on Lemon Grass, Cloves or just licking some salt to help with it since you don't want to bother chopper much.

It had gotten worse ever since you entered the new world, The unpredictable weather makes you feel worried that you hold the crew back. The crew on the other hand were very understanding at first but soon they started to get annoyed, even Sanji and Chopper. You felt so bad about it that you always had a clove in your mouth so even if the weather changes it won't affect you that much.

But one day... You over heard them saying how you shouldn't have joined the crew if you get so sea sick since, pirates literally travel through the sea on top of that you never leave anyone alone! Always stay with someone, stuck to them. To sum it up... they didn't want you here....

You immediately ran to the crows nest and cried for a good hour. You had never felt so humiliated in your life!! Your familiars came out to comfort you and you fell asleep on them.

Zoro was asked to fetch you, He went to your room where you'd usually be, but he was met with emptiness. H serched the whole ship annoyed but finally found you in the nest sleeping comfortably. He was kinda annoyed since he was shouting for you but you gave no response, since you were sleeping, its fine.

They were going to get off on the next island to restock on supplies. You joined them but to your horror it looked like you home town.... Your home town was destroyed because Marines deemed it dangerous. So how come this town looks so much alike? You immediately got off and excused yourself, the straw hats thought you felt sick hence went to find a restroom or a secluded area to vomit, But no... You were trying to find a familiar face, any face. Since all cultivators lived in harmony, and it was a small island, you knew almost every one.

You entered the closest weapon shop and to your surprise, found the old man who used to work there, when you were in the village. You called out to him and his eyes widened. He ran and hugged you crying saying how everyone thought you were dead. You started crying saying how you thought everyone was dead, since you went back to the village and it was completely destroyed.

He told you that they escaped by faking all their deaths, so that tragedy won't happen again. You were so glad to find them. The old man ran out the shop to tell everyone you were back and alive. They all started hugging you while crying, saying how glad they were. This commotion was seen by Robin and Brook who were confused as to why these people were coddling you so much.

You told the villagers how you were saved by the Straw hats and you joined their crew. The village called for celebration to thank the Straw hats, who were surprises to find out this was your home.

Then you met him again, your childhood sweet heart, Lóng Fēi. How long had it been? you can't remember. You just ran in his arms, falling in the process. Shoving your head in his shoulder, soft sobs escaping your lips. Fēi Immediately picked you up like a baby and took you to the forest since he knows you hate being seen weak. When in the woods, he plopped you on his lap, holding you close, kissing your tears away. After you calmed down, He picked you up again and you guys went on a walk around the forest, catching up about life. Out of nowhere , Fēi asked if you would mind if he joined the crew with you. You immediately said you don't mind and he should join since Fēi was strong.

Luffy agreed without hesitation, since more the merier right....? Wrong, your atittude towards the crew changed. You no longer cuddle with Zoro while he naps, you no longer sit behind Sanji while he cooks, you no longer stay with Nami and try to read her maps in secrete, you no longer read with Robin, you no longer play or sing with Brook, no longer help Frankie, you stopped going to Chopper to talk about medicine from your home. Finally, You never again asked Luffy to sit with you on the head of the sunny. All the thing you used to do with the Straw hats, Now yo do with Fēi, Everything. it was like you changed into a completely different person.

They Straw hats were relived that you left them alone, but soon realised you weren't paying attention to them at all. They tried asking you to do stuff with them but you politely turned them down saying you don't want to bother them. Your blunt favoritism hurt them. Do you not like them anymore? Is it something they did? (kinda)

Soon they started to lose it, draging you with the to spend time like you used to but Fēi still tagged along. Can't he see?? He is not wanted!!!

If this continued they just might kill Fēi. Or Fēi would kill them. I mean if there was an accident that killed them but you and Fēi survived, no one would be suspicious....... Right?

Well lets see who survives then?

Masterlist

A/N: A small imagine that was on top of my head. I have another one piece fic in my mind which i'll write.

Stay Safe, Healthy And Hydrated

[yoonavii]

Flirting with fire (pt.1)

OPLA! Sanji x Reader

A/n: I’ve never really been a Sanji girl but ever since the live action came out, I’m starting to love Sanji more and more XD also! The gif is from @adragonswhimsy. They have nice gifs so do check them out!

The kitchen at the Baratie was a hive of activity, but amidst the clattering pots and pans, you were in your own world, meticulously chopping and prepping ingredients for the next day's meals. It was a role you took seriously, a way to contribute your skills to the Baratie and help Zeff, who had been like a father to you. As the evening wore on, the day's rush finally subsided. It was now nighttime, and you were still engrossed in your work, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables the only sound in the kitchen. That is until the door swung open, and a familiar voice greeted you.

"Hey there, Y/N" Sanji's voice was like music, smooth and warm. You turned to see him standing there, a pile of dirty plates in his arms, his trademark cigarette perched between his lips. "Hey, Sanji," you replied, smiling warmly. You and Sanji had known each other for years, having become close friends while growing up together on the Baratie. Your bond was special, different from his usual interactions with women. It was more like that of close siblings.

Sanji set the dirty plates down, his eyes never leaving you. He leaned casually against the counter, watching your skilled hands work the knife. "What's cookin'?" he asked, a playful grin on his face. You chuckled, glancing up at him. "Just prepping for tomorrow. You know how it is," you replied, a hint of pride in your voice. Cooking was your passion, and you were good at it.

As you explained the dish you were preparing, something unexpected happened. In a fleeting moment of distraction, the knife nicked your finger, and you winced, withdrawing your hand. Sanji's reaction was immediate. He abandoned his casual posture, moving swiftly to your side. Taking your injured hand gently, he examined the cut with concern in his eyes. "Careful now; You know that knives aren’t something to be frivolous with." he scolded, though his voice held a note of genuine worry.

Your heart fluttered at his touch and his worry. "I know, I know," you said, attempting to brush it off. "Just a little slip." But Sanji was focused on tending to your wound. He fetched a small first-aid kit and carefully cleaned and bandaged your finger. His hands were surprisingly gentle, a far cry from his usual intense demeanor.

As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the sudden tension in the air. It was different from your usual interactions. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment—it felt charged with unspoken emotions. Sanji finished bandaging your finger and looked up at you, his face a shade pinker than usual. "There," he said softly. "All better."

Your heart raced as you met his gaze. With a playful grin, you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Thanks, Sanji," you said, your voice low and sultry. "You always take such good care of me.” Sanji's eyes widened, and he blinked in surprise. It was clear your comment had caught him off guard, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. It was a rare sight to see the ever-confident Sanji flustered.

You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, feeling a newfound sense of closeness between you two. The playful banter continued late into the night, the tension gradually giving way to a comfortable warmth that only seemed to grow stronger with time. As the kitchen lights dimmed, you and Sanji found yourselves sitting at a quiet corner of the restaurant, sharing stories and laughter. It was a night unlike any other, and it left both of you with a lingering sense of something unspoken—a connection that went beyond friendship.

The night eventually came to an end, and you realized just how late it had become. You stretched, feeling the exhaustion of a long day's work catching up to you. "I should get some rest," you said, stifling a yawn. Sanji nodded in agreement, though there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. It's been a busy day."

As you both made your way to your respective rooms, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Sanji. It was as if a door had been opened, revealing a deeper layer of your relationship—one that held the promise of something more than friendship. Little did you know that this night would be the beginning of a journey filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the blossoming of a love that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

PART TWO

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[themetalhiro]

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[latanyalove]

My Goal

Summary: Sanji's goal after finding the All Blue was you. Who knew you were harder than his main goal.

Song: House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

In the sweltering kitchen of the Thousand Sunny, Sanji's eyes never failed to wander from the sizzling pans to the sultry sway of your hips as you navigated the cramped quarters with a grace that seemed to mock the chaos of a pirate ship.

His flirtations were as relentless as the sea, each one a tiny wave that crashed against the shore of your indifference. The first time he'd tried, you'd been chopping vegetables, your eyes focused solely on the task at hand.

He sailed in with a compliment, smoother than the whiskey he'd once pilfered from a Marines' ship.

"Your knife skills are sharper than my wit," he'd quipped, a rakish smile playing on his lips.

You, however, remained unfazed, not even bothering to look up from your cutting board. "And your wit is as dull as a marlin's," you replied, the blade of your knife glinting in the dim light as you sliced through a particularly tough piece of meat.

Sanji's smile had faltered, but only for a moment.

The second rejection came as you were both navigating the treacherous waters of a storm. Sanji had grabbed the ropes with a dramatic flair, muscles bulging beneath his wet shirt, and shouted to the heavens about his love for the sea and all its mysteries.

He'd glanced at you, expecting some form of admiration, perhaps even a blush to color your cheeks.

Instead, you'd rolled your eyes, your water manipulation devil fruit keeping you as dry as a bone, and said, "If you're going to be so dramatic, maybe you should join a theater troupe instead of a pirate crew."

He'd stumbled over his words, the rain beating a hasty retreat from his flustered face. Yet, his determination was as unyielding as the storm itself.

The third attempt was during a rare moment of respite on a tranquil island. As you lay on the beach, soaking in the sun, Sanji approached with a coconut drink, the straw adorned with a tiny paper parasol.

"For the most enchanting mermaid I've ever laid eyes on," he'd purred, leaning over you with a hopeful gaze.

With a sigh, you'd taken the drink, sipped it slowly, and said, "Thanks, but I prefer my beverages without a side of desperation."

His cheeks had reddened, but he hadn't moved, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air where the coconut had been.

The fourth rejection came as you both scaled the rigging to unfurl the sails. Sanji had tried to be suave, calling you "my lady of the sea," his voice carrying over the wind. You'd laughed, the sound as cool as the ocean breeze that whipped through your hair.

"Save it for someone who's actually impressed by your cheesy lines," you said, reaching for the rope with a deftness that belied your strength.

Each rejection was met with a different reaction from Sanji. Sometimes, he'd feign indifference, other times he'd laugh it off, and once he'd even pouted like a scolded child.

But the fifth time… ah, the fifth time was different.

It was as if the stars had aligned, the sea had whispered a secret into your ear, and you found yourself in a peculiar mood.

The sun had set, casting a warm glow on the ship's wooden deck. You'd been lost in thought, the gentle rocking of the waves lulling you into a sense of peace.

Sanji had approached you, his usual flirtatious grin replaced by a tentative smile.

"I know I've said this before," he began, his voice low and earnest, "but you truly are the most captivating person I've ever met."

For a moment, something in your chest fluttered like a trapped bird, and your eyes met his with a softness that surprised you both. The air between you thickened, charged with a tension that hadn't been there before.

And then, with a smirk that held a hint of mischief, you leaned in close and whispered, "Alright, you win this round, Prince."

And so, it was in that moment of unexpected surrender that Sanji's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and excitement.

His hand, which had been resting casually on the railing, reached for yours, his fingertips brushing against your skin with the gentleness of a butterfly's wings.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a sensation that was as foreign to you as the concept of mercy in a pirate's world.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he whispered, "I promise to make you feel like the most cherished treasure in all the Grand Line."

His words, though spoken softly, carried the weight of a thousand unsaid confessions and the promise of a passion that had been burning for eons.

You felt your resolve crumble like the sand beneath the relentless waves of his charm, and with a smoldering gaze, you allowed him to pull you into an embrace that was as fiery as the sunsets you'd seen together.

As your bodies melded together, the ship's timbers seemed to groan in approval, the very air around you crackling with the electricity of your newfound connection.

Sanji's hands roamed your curves with a reverence that spoke of his longing, each caress leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Your heart raced in your chest, pounding in time with the rhythm of the waves, and you found yourself responding to his advances with a fervor that shocked even you.

Your lips met in a kiss that was as deep and vast as the ocean itself, a silent declaration of the tumultuous emotions that had been brewing beneath the surface for so long.

The saltwater of the sea kissed your skin as the two of you tumbled onto the deck, the planks groaning beneath your weight as you gave in to the tempest of desire that had been building for what felt like an eternity.

Sanji's mouth traveled from your lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the soft flesh there as he nipped and sucked, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as you sought to deepen the kiss.

The taste of him was like nothing you had ever experienced, a heady blend of sweat, sea salt, and a hint of the spices that were his culinary trademark.

Your bodies moved in a dance as ancient as the tides, each touch and caress a silent promise of what was to come. Sanji's hands slipped beneath your shirt, his calloused thumbs tracing the delicate line of your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.

Your own hands roamed his broad chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thump of his heart, a drumbeat to the symphony of your growing need.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the tempest of passion that had been brewing for so long. The gentle rocking of the Thousand Sunny became the rhythm to which your bodies swayed, a metronome to the crescendo of your desire.

Sanji's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled away to gaze into your eyes, the hunger in his gaze mirroring the ache in your core.

With a groan that was as primal as the sea, he lifted you into his arms and carried you below deck, the urgency in his movements belying the tenderness of his touch.

The door to your cabin slammed shut, the sound echoing through the corridor, leaving no doubt as to the intention of the pirate chef. He laid you down on your bed, the soft mattress enveloping you like a gentle embrace from Neptune himself.

The scent of the ocean and the faint hint of his cologne filled the small space, mingling with the heady aroma of your own desire.

Sanji's kisses grew more demanding as he traced a path down your neck, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire that ignited every nerve ending.

His hands, once so gentle, grew bolder, exploring the curves of your body with a hunger that seemed insatiable. You felt your own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

As the fabric fell away, you gasped at the sight of his sculpted chest, the muscles rippling like the waves you both knew so well.

Your fingers danced over his abs, tracing the lines of his taut muscles as if mapping the treacherous waters of the Grand Line. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you, sending a wave of need crashing through your body.

His hands found their way to the ties of your pants, deftly untying the knots with the same skill he used to navigate the ship. As the fabric fell away, you were laid bare before him, vulnerable as a shipwrecked sailor adrift in a sea of passion.

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his goal, his prize, finally within his grasp. He kissed you again, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the rhythm of the tides that pulled at the ship.

His hands moved with purpose, untying the strings of your bikini top, freeing your breasts to the coolness of the night air.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight, his eyes devouring you like a starving man before his mouth followed, his kisses a sweet agony that had you arching into him. . . . .

[cepheusgalaxy]

The 9 Gates of Hell - tag: 9goh wip

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: Zero Plot Squad. Probably evil mages. A cult of evil mages, I mean.

Who’s in it:

Sami (fluid pronouns/they/them) - Sami is a normal human living in this magic world. They live in a small village near a cursed portal called Gate of Hell, with people that reject them because they are genderfluid. One day, a huge threat (haven’t decided what it is yet) comes to their village and they want to do something about it, so they go to the Gates. It’s said that if you give something in exchange, the Gate will grant you a wish. When they get there, a spirit tells them that their wish is too huge and would drain all of their life force. Sami doesn’t mind and makes the wish anyway. When they die and their soul is kind of floating in the dark void, a Gate guardian’s voice wakes them up and asks: Since you died here anyways, do you want to go to the afterlife, or become a Gate Guardian like us; a demon? And they take upon the offer.

Sanji (she/her, sometimes they) - Sanji is a veteran Gate Guardian, aka demon, and she is actually my first nb oc (she’s agender). She and Sami become best friends, and they both go on Guardian missions together. She is a little bit of a violent spirit.

Note A: No consistent plot yet lol.

Note B: Hard magic system (ish)

Extra: Possible character

Reinan (?) (he/him) - Main traits: Smart, skilled, childish,  stubborn. I just had the idea for this oc a while ago and haven’t fleshed him out. He is trans (ofc), and a sorcerer. Now, sorcerers are pretty rare in this world. I picked a former idea I had for Ein’s magic system for this one: Harmony X Chaos. Every single being is a mix of both, and depending on how much of each you have, you can cast magic. But if you have too much chaos, it consumes you; if you don’t have enough, you can’t do magic at all. To be able to foster such chaos, you need to have a nucleum: All demons and some other spirits have them, and if a human has one, we call them a sorcerer. This character would be one of these rare humans, and Sami and Sanji get the mission of protecting him from a cult. The Sorcerer Order or other big cults recruit sorcerers and the demons want to prevent them from getting their hands on this one. He’s pretty stubborn and petty, though, and is pretty pissed off that these demons appear and say he can’t do whatever he wants to. He is a bit younger than Sami was when they became a demon. I think maybe this Sorcerer Order wants to do something that will threaten the balance of the world, and the Gate Guardians want to stop them. Maybe they want to take over the world?

(I had this idea out of a bunch of doodles I did some years ago.)

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some sketchbook scans !! its mostly one piece but some of it r just random doodles 🤝 will finish scanning the whole thing at some point and make it available for download for those who are interested !

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(This is not the majority this is just a good portion of fanfics)

I hate when people don't portray a character correctly in a fanfic physically (unless stated in title but I'm talkin about canon fics)😭

I hate to break it to y'all, but unless ur talking about pre-timeskip Law (usually said in title). He is NOT a skinny twink emo boy, blud is BULKED UP

Abs made of steel

[stararonia]

HATRED ASIDE

– pairings: zoro x f!reader, law x f!reader, sanji x f!reader

– sfwish

– summary: caught in a heated moment, he finally tells you how he feels.

“You are unbeatable.” You hissed, “yet I continue to challenge you every damn time I get.”

“Any why is that?” He smirked.

“It’s because I hate you.”

“Y’wanna know something?” He asked darkly. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the intimidating feeling you got when he pinned you against a wall. “I think I hate you more. And I’m gonna show you how much.”

Zoro wasn’t bothered by your statement, nor did he give a fuck whether or not you hated him. What mattered at that moment was the intensity between you two; and, it was palpable.

“Show me what?” You asked.

“How much I want to wipe that smug look off your face.” He growled into your ear. “Or how much I want to tie your wrists with my sash and fuck that defiant mouth until you cry.”

Annoyed, you rolled your eyes, “is this a game to you?”

“It is,” Zoro whispered, kissing the curve of your neck. “And I’m going to win.”

“And what does that mean?” You demanded. “I’m not afraid of you.” You whispered your last statement and gave him an angry look, hoping to convince him that you indeed were not afraid.

You were just pissed off, and he knew that.

Law’s piercing gaze eyed you curiously, wondering among all of the people he had to fight it was you.

“You should be scared.” He growled, letting go of one of your wrists. He slowly ran his fingers down your cheek and shoulders. “But…” he trailed, twirling his fingers at the hem of your pants, “you like this.”

“N-no-” you started.

Law kissed you roughly, knowing you were going to lie. “You like hating me, you like how I hate you.”

“Fuck you, Law.” You whispered. His lips ghosted over yours as he let you go, not stopping you from running away.

“If you hate me so much, stay and prove it.” He challenged. “If you run, you’re wasting both of our times.”

Sanji’s eyes, normally warm and happy, were replaced by something else. They were burning with desire that you couldn’t identify, and it bothered you.

“Hate me all you want,” you shot back. “I don’t care.”

Sanji smirked. “You want to know why I hate you?” Your breath hitched as he tightened his hold, briefly reminding you who had the upper hand in the situation. “I hate how you know we can be something more…” he whispered, softening his tone. “…that there is more to life than us constantly going against each other’s throats.”

“Sanji-” you breathed.

“Prove to me.” He cooed, “prove that we can be together.” He let you go, observing. Instead of walking away, you fiercely grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss.

“Good girl,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around your waist, “you are such a good girl.”

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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.”

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