#why’s sanji here?

[nomoreusernames-sobs-0]

Water 7 actually makes me seeth with rage. I become a Zoro hater the second I remember it exist. I should’ve gotten over it by now but my hobby it holding grudges against fictional characters.

[andaniellight]

one of the funniest gigs in pre-timeskip was that whenever Zoro tried to be considerate with the coward trio while handling their eager stupid captain is that this thing would bound to happen regardless of anything at all....

and then the aftermath would be like:

[beaulesbian]

Portgas D. Ace || One Piece ep. 95 || Let's see how skilled this Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates really is!

+bonus, Strawhats reaction

[suuho]

Here you go, my lovely. One Piece, 1.08 Worst in The East

[miainein]

my ocs their names are les and bian

[yoyo-s-coffee]

he can't keep getting away with it

[untolduttering]

Pleasure

Summary: You edge Sanji :).

Tags: afab!Reader x Sanji, nsfw, smut, some fluff, edging, unprotected sex, piv

Word Count: 1k

There was a little devil inside of you, one that you were helpless to listen to when it whispered it's encouragements inside your ear. It was spurred on by those tears pricking at the corner of Sanji’s eyes, his hiccuping breaths, and his bucking hips. The way that his pleas spilled from his mouth, slurred, hushed, and desperate. The way that Sanji would do anything to be your good boy, even if it meant he suffered.

You’d lost track of time at this point, solely focused on teasing him. Your hand languidly pumping his cock, slower and slower, rubbing his rosy tip between forefinger and thumb, until you sped it up till just how he liked it. His breathing would quicken, feeling himself coming closer and closer to his sweet release. And then he’d do as you told him.

“I—” his voice broke off, and he had to take a deep, shaky breath to say the rest. “I’m gonna come. Please.”

And once again, you’d let go, preventing his orgasm. He threw his head back and let out a choked sobbed, his hands gripping the sheets beneath. You quickly peppered his face with kisses and rubbed soothing circles into his hip.

“Oh, I know. I know,” you cooed. “But you’re just so cute like this.”

Sanji’s bottom lip was red and swollen from his teeth digging into it. You’d pushed back his bangs earlier, and they remained that way, exposing all of his face to you. Little hairs were plastered to his forehead from his sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. He looked up at you with big, wet eyes, and you felt a sharp sting from the crack opening in your heart. Wet and hot, the bloody love that comes pouring out for him is molten in your chest.

You captured his lips in yours, kissing him deeply. A little sigh escapes his mouth and he buries his hands in your hair, loving any bit of contact you’ll give him. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and gently bite down, wanting to let a more careful set of teeth show it the love it deserves. Your hand has wandered again, fingertips dancing up and down his torso, enjoying the hair and skin they dragged across. When it went too low, Sanji’s hips twitched, and a soft whine emitted from his throat.

Although he’d been turned into an utter mess, it was pure bliss to Sanji. To have someone take the time to unravel him, to want to feel every part of him and drag out his pleasure for as long as possible blinded him with joy. He couldn’t believe that someone as lovely as you could want to shower him in so much affection. You may have thought yourself somewhat demented to enjoy his cries so much, but he thought of you as something divine for it. He could be weak, he could let his guard down and be so vulnerable, and instead of turning away in disgust at his exposure, you became enraptured by it. It made you want to touch him more. He never knew what to do with himself in these moments, the ministrations made him so dizzy with happiness, and so he simply could do nothing but enjoy it. Something he wasn’t always good at doing.

But it didn’t change how needy and desperate he was for you to let him come. His tongue darted into your mouth as he badly needed some part of himself inside you. The wet heat of your mouth reminded him well of the way your pussy wrapped around his cock, tight and welcoming, and he felt himself shiver and his head swim.

He pulled away, but left his lips ghosting yours, to say, “Mon amour, please, I need you.”

“You need me?” you murmured back. “How do you need me?”

“I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me, so warm and soft and sweet. I need you.” His nose scrunched even more as he spoke and the way that his pretty eyes glistened with unshed tears, pleading, you couldn’t say no to him any longer.

You threw your leg over his hips, straddling him, and pressed kisses to his face, throat and chest as you moved. “Yes, yes, of course.” With one hand, you grabbed his cock to line it up with you, and the other you used to hold his hand, tangling your fingers together. You dragged his tip along your folds, letting your fluids cover him and to tease him just a little more. Sanji’s breath shuddered, both at the feeling and at the sight before him. He felt he might go insane.

Finally, you sunk down onto him. The wetness, the heat, the tightness, you, you, you, it all overwhelmed him in the most perfect way. It’s all he’s ever wanted and will continue to want. The moment you bottomed out, he came. He cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks, and gripped your hip with his free hand, doing what he could to thrust up into you.

The initial feeling of his cum painting your insides came as a delightful surprise, but once the shock passed, you rocked your hips to help him ride out his high.

“Thank you, thank you, mon cœur. You feel so good. I’m so sorry, I know I was supposed to last longer, but you’re just so—” His sweet babbling is cut off by another kiss from you. It’s long and passionate, and you pull away with a giggle.

“My silly boy, you did perfectly. You’re so good for me, now let me take care of you.” You hopped off to grab a warm washcloth to clean the both of you. When Sanji tried to sit up, to stop you so he could do the work, you pushed him back down with a firm “stay”.

It was his turn to relax. He was always flitting about, doing what he could to satisfy the needs of others. If someone asked for food, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop whatever else he was doing to feed them. Rarely did he ever give himself a break. And although he never voiced it, you could sometimes tell by the look on his face that his mind would wander to dangerous places, and that meant he wasn’t thinking nicely of himself. You could be taken care of later, for now it was to be all about him, like he always deserved.

[onepiecethingsilike]

Franky just doesn’t know what to ever say to any of his crew members and it always kills me

[mozzarellamint]

stupid

[horribluh]

hilarious mpreg zosan thought, sanji has a kid that has green hair but its not zoros kid. he has in fact never disclosed who the other father was (choose ur own adventure dead beat dad edition) and his siblings already have amazing technicolour hair so its not outside the realm of possibility for his biological children to also have weird hair colours. but when the kid pops out with green hair everyone immediately connects the dots that hey, doesnt the strawhats first mate that sanji famously doesn't get along with also have green hair? is this why sanji never said who the other father was? hes a fucking dead beat! get his ass!

this misconception integrates into everyones mind bc it makes too much sense to not be true and everyone is suddenly deadset on "protecting sanjis honour" and making zoro "take responsibility"

sanji is screaming crying throwing up disgusted bc no!!! the shitty mosshead is not the father!!! stop saying that!!!! but since he still wont say who the actual father is, everyone is just like its ok sanji, you dont have to defend a deadbeat even if he is your crewmate and sanji has no choice but to kill himself and also zoro for daring to have green hair

when the strawhats show up for sanjis baby shower they also unanimously come to the misunderstanding that sanji and zoro totally boned. franky goes as far as to call the kid mini marimo. brook makes a hundred innuendos, chopper is upset at the implication of them having unsafe sex, and robin alludes to "knowing all along" in a very ambiguous way. usopp is the only one who refuses to connect the dots and he is sanjis favourite strawhat fr. jinbei pats sanji on the back and says he hopes they work through their differences for the sake of their kid. sanji is dying, youre killing him, you're killing your cook

even more shenanigans ensue when zoro shows up 3 whole days late to the baby shower and is gaslit into thinking hes the father by everyone in attendance despite being Pretty Sure that he and sanji never fucked. zeff gives a pretty good shovel talk and nami gives an even better one (debt increment is involved) while zeff nods approvingly behind her and then luffy slingshots in all parents should be married right? and doesnt wait for an answer

anyway, like 2 hours later zosan find themselves standing at a makeshift altar on the thousand sunny, saying their vows. sanji insists to the very end that zoro is not the father so they dont need to get married but alas luffy isnt giving him a choice in this (he wants to eat wedding cake)

to sanjis eternal despair, the kid grows up to really like swords

additional zosan thought, sanji does not help things by shouting "this is all your fault!" the moment he sees zoro. zoro is futher gaslit

[cal-writes]

the thing about zoro that gets buried easily is that he doesnt just love fighting for violence’s sake

“i dont like to fight with a motive”

i think the only other time we see him like this is in wano

like he doesnt like to fight out of revenge or hate or pride. he does it because they have to fight. he wants to be the best sure and that’s necessitates fighting but he doesn’t bring emotions to it usually

and he doesnt have any ill will towards people afterwards either if they find each other on opposite sites. he has so much respect for all of his opponents

also unrelated but fantastic zoro/franky moment

[diamondsheep]

Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever 💛💛💛

[beanghostprincess]

I gotta say it bothers me an insane amount when people refer to the Vinsmoke Brothers as "grown-ups" and say they were old enough to know what they were doing during WCI. Because despite agreeing on the fact that yes, they are abusers and Sanji has all the right in the world to not forgive them, the thought of them being irredeemable, especially emphasizing their age... Feels wrong.

People seem to think that once you turn 18 you're all grown-up and aware of your own actions, but when you've been manipulated and used and abused since the day you were born, no you are not. Abuse stops your normal growth and understanding of your surroundings and the development of a personality. And I am not saying they didn't know any better or justifying shit because they are awful people and there's no excuse for what they did to Sanji. But their whole story is about how they didn't grow up at all and are used as machines, and about how Sanji grew up too fast.

Sanji knew what torture was at the age of 8 but his brothers don't know what actual love is being 21. And I think both situations are extremely fucked up.

Referring to somebody (especially somebody who has grown up in a toxic environment) as mature and an adult (as an excuse to say they are aware of what they're doing completely) when they're 21 is just so wild to me because first, the didn't have a chance to grow up at all, and second, it's just 21 how the hell is 21 that old for you? People justifying the actions of teenagers but suddenly deeming people in their early twenties as "old enough to know better" is stupid. You don't turn 18 and suddenly become aware of good and bad out of nowhere. They were clearly caged and trapped in that cycle of abuse and didn't grow up at all.

Neither Sanji nor the viewers have to forgive the Vinsmoke brothers for their behavior at all, but you can admit somebody is redeemable and had a shitty life and they're the way they are because of their abuse without actually justifying their actions or forgiving them. Yes, fuck the Vinsmoke brothers. They're horrible people. Sanji should hate them and if the story ever makes him forgive them I will be extremely furious, I would despise that. But acting as if they were inherently evil and being +18 made them mature and emotionally aware all of a sudden is just not understanding their characters in the slightest.

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: NSFW/18+; afab!reader; oral sex (reader receiving); unprotected piv sex

Thinking about virgin!Sanji and virgin!reader and how utterly soft and loving he’d be.

He asks you over and over again if you’re sure, if this is what you want, if you want to do something so special with him—to give yourselves to each other this way. And you can’t help but laugh a little at the worry in his eyes and reassure him that of course he’s what you want, that there’s no one else you’d rather have be your first, that you’re flattered he wants you to be his. When you chide him (as he kisses down your neck and starts to tug at the hem of your shirt) that the very concept is just a societal construct, he nods and mumbles agreements against the soft skin of your stomach, telling you how right you are, but inside he’s still so overcome with how you’re willing to give him such a precious gift as yourself.

He preps you lovingly with his hands and mouth—you’re no stranger to the feeling of his slender fingers inside you, nor the feeling of his tongue against your aching clit, but this feels different. Sanji takes his time, carefully stretching you with his fingers, lavishing every bit of you with that talented tongue of his, making sure that you’re practically drenched in his spit and your wetness until the sheets beneath you start to dampen. You smile and moan and find yourself growing heated as you watch him grind against the mattress, writhing in anticipation, wishing it was you he was fucking. You’re tempted to tell him to stop, that he’ll have himself so worked up that he won’t get to enjoy the next part as long as he’d probably like, but you don’t dare, enjoying the way he subtly moves his hips and the way it makes him moan even more into your cunt. He easily makes you cum on his tongue, as he always does, and he stays between your legs while you come down from you high, kissing your shaking thighs, soothing you with sweet words of praise at how well you did taking his fingers, how surely you’re ready for him now.

Sanji sits back against the pillows and you carefully straddle his lap, both of you nearly vibrating with excitement as the head of his cock presses against your clit; you grip his shoulders and shakily moan as a warm wave of pleasure takes hold of you. He holds himself steady at the base while you lower yourself down, all his dedicated preparation making it remarkably easy for his flushed cock to slide into you, and you both gasp at the feeling as you sink down onto him—it’s like he was made for you.

You slowly start to grind against him; he grips your plush hips, pulling you down tightly against his lap. Honeyed words spill from his lips, telling you through sighs and moans how good you feel, how perfect you are, how lovely you look like this. You’re all he wants and needs right now, everything he ever wished for, and he fights to keep from clenching his eyes shut in pleasure, just so he can watch your every movement, see just how pretty you look with his cock buried inside you.

His hands wrap around your back and he pulls you close against his chest, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder as he whimpers. It’s abrupt, the way his hips and thighs tense and shudder, and a low whine that carries your name leaves him. You feel a sudden warmth inside you, and your movements slow as you lean back to look at him.

“Sanji…did you cum?”

He holds you tighter and sobs apologies into your neck—he’s so sorry, he should’ve gotten off earlier to make him less eager, he should have asked you to use your mouth or your hand like you’re so good at doing so he’d be less excited, less apt to lose himself so quickly to how perfect and wet and warm you feel. It’s not like how he wanted it to be, not what he wanted to give to you—his sweet love deserves better than that, he mumbles into your skin, deserves nothing less than perfection.

You grab him by the face and kiss him softly, tell him everything is fine—that it’s flattering that you felt so damned good to him that he couldn’t contain himself. And now that you’ve gotten this out of the way, it’ll be easier to enjoy—there’s no more pressure, no more build-up, just you and him and the desire that binds you together. He presses his forehead to yours and sighs, runs his soft fingertips down your arms, and you can feel his pulse start to settle, his breathing begin to steady. Not to worry, he assures you as he leans down and his tongue traces your jaw, lips softly pressing against your neck—he suspects it won’t be long before he’s ready to try again.

[fawnnbinary]

Just wanted to draw his tits (and his tummy a lil bit💚)

[dykelizard]

can he put his tits away please