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sagyunaro · 3 hours ago
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Preaching my #truth
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sagyunaro · 4 hours ago
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Is it okay to request something with Sanji where reader has a huge baby fever? She would be all cute and whiny clinging to him during random moments when he’s cooking or reading talking about the most random things ever. I think Sanji could get a small inside heart attack but he would mostly try to explain you that right now he’s cooking or doing something important but he would be melting from sweetness while saying that. It would be cute fluff where reader would be literally this emoji: 🥺 (Sorry if this is a weird request but I’m so crazy for Sanji to the point where I’m giggling and kicking my legs AT SCHOOL while showing my best friends moments where Sanji is with kids 😔 I just love him so much and he’s such a cutie who wants kids so much too [long ring long land Sanji moment])
Thank you for requesting this. I hope you enjoy it! <3
Sanji x Reader
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The sizzle of oil in the pan is sharp, rhythmic, and oddly soothing. Sanji moves with practiced ease—knife chopping in a steady, clean rhythm, the scent of garlic and herbs wafting through the kitchen like magic.
You, however, are the opposite of calm.
You’re sitting on the counter in one of his shirts, swinging your legs, arms stretched out toward him with a pout that could rival Chopper’s.
“Babyyyyyyy,” you whine.
“Mm?” he doesn’t look up—he’s in cooking mode. Focused. Precise. Gorgeous.
You don’t care. You need him now.
You scoot closer on the counter, lower lip jutting out dramatically. “Sanji. Babyyyyy.”
He exhales a soft laugh, finally glancing over his shoulder. “What’s the matter, mon amour?”
You point at him accusingly. “You’d be such a good dad.”
Sanji chokes on absolutely nothing.
The knife stops. He blinks at you like you just told him you were pregnant with triplets.
“P-Pardon?” he says, turning fully now, one eyebrow raised.
You swing your legs more and hold your arms out like a child begging for attention. “You would,” you insist, voice all gooey and full of love. “You’re so sweet and caring and gentle and warm. Kids would love you. I mean, they already do!”
Sanji’s hand finds the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly as the blush creeps in.
“M-Mon cœur, that’s… thank you,” he says, clearly flustered but trying not to show it. “But right now, I’m in the middle of—”
“You’d pack the cutest bento boxes for our kids.”
He freezes again. You’re fully ignoring the food, clinging to his sleeve now with the softest pout known to mankind.
“Shaped like bears and rabbits,” you add dreamily. “Little rice balls with nori faces. Their friends would cry with jealousy.”
“Chérie—” His voice cracks slightly, and he coughs to cover it up. “You can’t just say things like that while I’m holding a knife. Do you want me to cut off a finger?”
You smile, completely unbothered. “You wouldn’t. You’re too talented. But also, that’s not the point—Sanji. Baby.” You tug his sleeve more insistently.
He sets the knife down, finally surrendering with a sigh and turns to face you fully, arms crossed but lips twitching into a small, helpless smile. “Okay, fine. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours now?”
You kick your feet, tugging him closer until he stands between your legs.
“I just keep thinking about you with a baby,” you say softly, hands resting on his chest. “You’d be the sweetest thing. Carrying them around in one arm while cooking with the other. Holding them while they nap. Letting them tug your hair and crawl all over you…”
Sanji’s ears are red now.
“You’d cry the first time they said ‘papa,’” you add, grinning.
He groans and drops his forehead onto your shoulder. “You’re going to kill me.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and hum happily. “You like it. I know you want that future, baby. Don’t even pretend you don’t.”
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just exhales softly, arms slowly wrapping around your waist as he melts into your embrace.
“…I do,” he says, voice quiet.
You blink. You weren’t expecting him to actually say it.
“I want it more than I can ever say,” he murmurs, brushing his nose along your neck. “But not just any future. Only if it’s with you.”
Your heart flips. You pull back just enough to look at him, cupping his face.
“You mean that?”
He nods, lips twitching into the softest smile. “I’ve thought about it more than I probably should. Blame it on the way you cling to me like a koala while I’m doing anything remotely domestic.”
You pout. “Because you’re warm and nice and you smell good.”
“And that makes you want to give me children?”
You grin. “Yup.”
He laughs—a real, belly-deep laugh that makes your whole chest fill with love. He leans in, brushing his lips gently against your forehead.
“You’re insane, you know that?” he whispers.
You nuzzle closer. “Insane for you.”
He kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then the corner of your lips.
“…Let me finish lunch,” he murmurs against your skin. “And then, if you cling to me like this again later, I might start telling you just how many kids I want with you.”
You freeze. “…Wait, how many do you want?”
He pulls back with a mischievous smirk. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”
Later That Night…
You’re curled up in bed, head on his chest, tracing idle circles on his stomach.
“…Four,” he says quietly.
You blink up at him. “Four what?”
“Kids I want four.” He kisses the top of your head. “4 girls or maybe three girls and a boy. Or any mix, really.”
You’re quiet.
Then:
“Sanji?”
“Yes, mon cœur?”
“I am so in love with you.”
He smiles. And for the first time, he lets himself imagine that future fully—holding your hand, a child on each hip, your smile next to his. Laughter. Bento boxes. Small feet padding across the floor.
A home.
And all he says is:
“I know. I love you too.”
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sagyunaro · 4 hours ago
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"Would you look at that; the Chief Justice spent an entire day away from his office and the Maison Ordalie didn't explode - just like I predicted."
"Indeed. Though, I am rather curious...it seems that the further you are removed from the Palais Mermonia, the less likely these 'explosions' are to occur."
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My caption game is weak atm but my love for them is too strong, PLEASE look at their end of summer date 🥺 Eclair managed to get him out of his office for a full day and they spent it together and my heart is too weak over them now bye O(-(
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sagyunaro · 5 hours ago
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Atonement
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sagyunaro · 5 hours ago
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Sanji isn’t trying to fit the outfit, the outfit tries to fit Sanji. Everything just suits him.
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sagyunaro · 6 hours ago
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"Gooner game!" "Gooner show!" "Gooner behaviour!"
There's literally nothing wrong with media containing sexual content, appealing to sexual fantasies, or ppl finding aspects sexually appealing.
There's nothing wrong with enjoying sexual fantasies, getting off to media, speaking about finding characters attractive, etc.
And whilst theres nothing wrong with it, a piece of media covering sexual topics or having attractive characters doesn't necessarily mean it's just a "gooner" media either. Things can have emotional depth and be beautifully written, and still have sexual content. You sound like a Puritan.
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sagyunaro · 6 hours ago
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‘Even with Boromir’s obvious shortcomings’, ‘Boromir’s evil aside’, ‘In spite of all Boromir’s faults’, ‘Despite Boromir’s flaws’
HIS FLAWS ARE OUR FLAWS. Our very own, our feeble human nature, our weakness of mind and flesh laid bare and reflected in the mirrormere of his fall. He is us, each one of us. There’s no blood of the Dunedain gushing through his veins, no presence of a Maia or a long-forgotten High king of the elves in his lineage, no elvish upbringing to aid him in his perils but the rawness of human strength, the perseverance of his earthly spirit, the tirelessness of his mortal limbs.
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sagyunaro · 7 hours ago
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Streetwear demon
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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I don’t think they’d ever meet in canon, but I’d think that they’d make for an interesting quartet
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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university is kicking my ass, doodles be upon ye
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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Sasunaru/ Narusasu was my first ever gay ship (I was fourth grade). Just recently I decided to rewatch Naruto because I thought ten year old me was over exaggerating her arguments about their relationship. I was wrong they are gayer than I remember
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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Link to twitter post
I CANNOT GET OVER THIS COSPLAYER
I would NOT complain if this man decided to take over my island…….
@physics-of-one-piece
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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Do you think Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk would be up to throuple? Would they be open to share their s/o with each other, consider inviting other into their relationships with s/o?
Ohhh good question 👀
So, my personal headcanon? Mihawk would never share his s/o. Not in a million years. He’s way too possessive, private, and prideful for that—if you’re his, then you’re his, end of story.
Crocodile, on the other hand, feels a little different to me. He’s pragmatic, calculating, and maybe even indulgent if it suits him. He wouldn’t just “invite anyone in,” but if someone managed to hold both his and Mihawk’s attention, he might entertain the idea—because at that point it’s less about sharing and more about claiming the same person together.
Soo.... Canon Mihawk? Absolutely not.
But fandom Mihawk + Crocodile? Ohhh, that’s where it gets fun. In a fictional “what if” scenario, I can totally see the two of them forming a very exclusive, very intense throuple. No casual invites, no rotating door. Just a dangerous, powerful, and (let’s be real) ridiculously sexy arrangement where you’d have two of the most intimidating men alive utterly fixated on you. 🔥
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sagyunaro · 9 hours ago
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I am unsure as to how I’m going to explain this one.
Doffy lamingo the Mingo man
No, I do not know what you’re talking about, I draw him in a very normal way.
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sagyunaro · 10 hours ago
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"acab includes fandom police" "acab includes bossy people" "acab includes-" no it doesnt. no it fucking doesnt. there is a way for you to express your disapproval of a group without equating it to the government sponsored institution that loves to torture and kill black people
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sagyunaro · 1 day ago
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sagyunaro · 1 day ago
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Context, what context?
Enjoy (?) Imu coming down from the Redline for one reason or another.
(Also there's absolutely no style consistency when I draw female canon Rocks. Maybe by the end of the flashback I'll have figured it out. But probably not.)
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