#reiju smut

[nanivinsmoke]

Touchin, Lovin….

Tashigi x Reiju x Fem!Reader

bitchhhh this gayyy asf, my kewchie pulsating while making this, jk. everything is consensual!

summary ~ the liquor makes them very slutty…

warning ~ a whole bunch of girl on girl on girl sex! multiple orgasms, strap on, scissoring, domination, alcohol, etc…

“Im going in, wish me luck!” she said after downing her dark liquid courage, before walking away from her friends at their table and over to the bar where the raven haired woman sat, adjusting her glasses.

“tequila straight? damn, girl you are dangerous. i like danger” she nearly wanted to punch herself after that corny line left her mouth, but to her surprise it got the girl to blush. “how about i order us shots of something more dangerous, so we can get fucked up together?”

as they shots with each other, they spent the time getting to know each other. the shyness from tashigi attracted y/n more to her, and as she opened her mouth to ask her to go home with her; a pink haired woman ran up to tashigi, hugging her from behind. it was clear she was intoxicated, the way her movements were almost slow and she could barely formed sentences.

“tashigi, you naughty girl! you already found someone for us~” the pink haired woman’s words caught y/n off guard. she had no idea tashigi was in a relationship, let alone an open one. “what—reiju—mmm~” she had cut herself off due to a moan all thanks to reiju massaging one of her breasts.

“since she’s too shy to ask, how about you come home what us, so we can show you how nasty this liquor makes us~” reiju moved from tashigi over to y/n, whispering in her ear. the tone of her voice and the warmness of her body caused y/n’s body to heat up. she couldn’t turn down the offer, an experience like this would change her forever. so she accepted the invite and walked out the bar with the two women, waving at her friends before she left.

at their place, y/n and reiju couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, their lips moved in sync with one another. as they were busy with their makeout session, tashigi was sitting on the opposite side of the king sized bed, face painted red, biting her lip. her glasses began to steam up as she watched them devour each other, due to her heavy breathing.

“i wonder if you taste as good as you look. what do you think?” reiju spoke about y/n, turning her attention over to the flustered raven haired woman. “well–um…” tashigi began, pushing up her glasses more on her face, while she crossed her arms to hide her nipples that were poking through her red bodycon dress.

“you’ll have to find out, but i really wanna have a taste of her” y/n spoke, turning her gaze over towards the third of their threesome. reiju smirked and crawled over to tashigi, whom gulped as she anticipated her next move. she kneeled behind her, her hands roaming across her chest, squeezing it as she went before she ripped her dress open due to the boob window she had. “reiju!”

tashigi’s breasts were perfect to y/n, the way they sat looking plump and the way her pink nipples were standing at attention aroused her even more. while reiju teased tashigi as she bickered with her, y/n made her move and began to suck on the woman’s pink nipples, catching her by surprise. she couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped her lips either, which turned y/n on more.

“look at you. you tried so hard to not show us your other side. now, let’s take these off so we can show her how slutty you can be~” reiju reached around and took off tashigi’s glasses and placed them on the nightstand. the raven haired woman couldn’t even react fast enough due to the pleasure she was receiving.

while y/n and tashigi were busy, reiju sat back against the headboard and began to play with her dripping cunt. her hands found their way towards her nipples and she began to tease it as she watched her girlfriend get pleasured. to see tashigi be dominated by someone else excited her, but she also wanted to feel the same way. an idea popped up into the pink haired woman’s head and she reached into the night stand and pulled out a light blue double sided strap on and handed it to y/n.

y/n smirked and grabbed the strap on, swiftly puttting it on before helping tashigi lie on her back; which made tashigi lock eyes with reiju’s wet pussy. reiju licked her lips and hovered over her face, before letting her lips meet tashigi’s plump one’s. she moaned as she felt her wet tongue explore her bottom half, “don’t hesitate, she likes to be fucked like a slut—fuck.~” y/n nodded and prodded at tashigi’s entrance which caused a moan to ripple against reiju’s pussy.

her wet cunt welcomed the dildo, it hugged around it and creamed as y/n moved, whom tried to fight the pleasure she was feeling on her end. the more she moved the more pleasure she felt and her hips slowly began to have a mind of its own. she pounded into tashigi, causing her legs to shake and more moans escaping reiju’s plump lips. “look how pretty it looks. she’s making a mess already~mhm.~” the strap on was now coated with their cream, making the dildo white. reiju leaned over and made out with y/n as she continued to pleasure tashigi.

“fuck! just like that—im gonna cum!~” reiju moaned out, breaking from the steamy kiss as she grinded against tashigi’s face. y/n and tashigi were right behind, their pace’s increasing along with them. the sounds of skin clapping and the wetness from tashigi’s cunt increased the pleasure, causing them all to cum right with each other. as tashigi lapped up all of reiju’s juices, her own juices flowed out freely, catching y/n by surprise.

“oh, you made her squirt! naughty girl~” reiju pulled out the dildo from tashigi’s side and lapped the fluids, tasting her girlfriend’s pussy. tashigi sat up, extremely flustered at what she just did. this was her first time squirting and she loved every second of it. she sat and watched as y/n and reiju cleaned the dildo with their mouths, making out with each other in the process, before she crawled over to them and joined them in the session.

their tongues danced against each others, their salvia dripping out their mouths and into one another’s, the need for another orgasm slowly crept onto them. reiju was the first one to pull away, a trail a spit following after her, “im a little jealous, you made her cum and not me~” reiju got in between tashigi and y/n, spreading her legs so her pussy and y/n’s were inches away from each other’s.

as their clits brushed against each other, a wave of pleasure shot through them both; causing a moan to escape y/n’s lips and reiju’s head to fall back. the wetness from their pussies helped them glide over one another, which helped reiju as she grinded faster. she got on top of y/n, grinding faster the more hornier she became. y/n’s eyes were rolling back due to the immense pleasure she was receiving. she had never felt like this before. she was in total bliss.

tashigi sat back, watching the two of them as they fucked one another. her body moved on its own as she leaned down and began to play with y/n’s asshole, catching her by surprise. the feeling that tashigi was creating for her was different, yet pleasurable. the double pleasure she was given was enough to make her against both of them. “you’re making me cum….shit!~” she let out as she came all over them. reiju was right behind her, her pace slowing down as she orgasmed as well.

their night came to an end, with the three of them cuddling one another and catching their breaths. it was a very memorable night, but it wouldn’t be the last…

[cloudzoro]

Hand Placement | One Piece ♡

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Where they prefer to put their hands when fucking you good.

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a/n: hi! it's been a good few months that I was inactive and now I'm back to writing and I feel nice and refreshed ♡

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ace, crocodile, law, mihawk, nami, reiju, robin, sanji, tashigi, zoro

cw: squirting, overstimulation, fem!reader, gagging, rough sex, unprotected sex, finger sucking, face sitting

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Ace - Pussy

Ace watches your face intently as he rocks his hips into you, admiring the way you look when he's fucking you. He thinks you are so beautiful and raw under him like this that he can't wait to make you fall apart.

When your pussy clenches around him and your words start to slur together he knows you're close. He shushes your desperate whimpers, promising you he's going to make you cum. Ace reaches a hand between you to rub at your clit, letting out an amused hum when you whine at the pressure. You're sensitive and your nerves are on fire at the contact. He hasn't even looked down to where he's touching you, so focused on the way your pretty face tenses as you approach your orgasm. He loves how responsive you are when he touches you. He keeps his hand going while you cum, playing with your pussy until you push his hands away from the sensitivity.

Crocodile - Hair

Crocodile sits shirtless on the sofa, leaning back with his hard cock out of his trousers. You kneel next to him on the cushions, slightly nervous of how you're going to even fit him in your mouth. You've sucked him off many times but you're still intimidated by his size. He asks if you're ok as he caresses your cheek with his hand. As soon as you nod in response to his question his hand slides to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling you down so your mouth hovers over his cock. He keeps a tight hold of your locks as you work him into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan as he guides you on his cock, showing you the pace he wants. Once you're able to keep the pace by yourself, he relaxes his grip but doesn't let go of your hair.

Law - Back

He's a real softie so he can't help that his favourite position is you riding him. Law loves the way you take the lead but he's still in control, he loves the way your tits look when you bounce on his cock, and he loves the way you look down at him in awe of how good he feels inside of you. You take him so well and respond to his gruff voice when he tells you to slow down or speed up.

He keeps his hands on your hips at first until your thighs start to shake and your movements begin to slow. You don't even have to beg him to take over because he snakes his hands around to your back and pulls you flush against him before you can even get a word out. he lifts you slightly so he has room to plant his feet and fuck up into you. It feels special and intimate to hold your body so close to his, and he hides his flushed face in the crook of your neck as he coaxes you to your first orgasm of the night.

Mihawk - Wrists

Mihawk has you up against the wall of his castle, holding both hands behind your back by the wrists. You try to move your hips against the thigh he has wedged between your legs, but you can't get the friction right, and you cry out in frustration. He feigns cluelessness and asks you what's wrong, darkly smiling as you whine about how you can't get off. You struggle against his grip, desperate to have him touch you where you need him most, but it's no use.

He keeps one hand holding your wrist and uses the other one to pull his cock free. He asks you if you're going to be good and after a nod from you, he readjusts his position as pushes his cock into you, enjoying the way your moan echoes through the large building. With his hand holding your wrists behind your back, you have no way to brace yourself and your face ends up pressed against the cold stone. You don't complain about it though, he filling you up too well to care.

Nami - Thighs

Nami laughs from between your legs as you squirm against the sheets. She could eat you out for hours just to hear the cute noises you make. Even though you've been together for a while, you're still nervous about sex with Nami. She's so confident in herself that she intimidates you.

Nami hasn't touched you yet, taking a moment to appreciate your naked form. When her eyes linger on your pussy for a second too long you try to close your legs in embarrassment but Nami moves fast and grabs your thighs forcing them apart to make room for her face. She briefly scolds you for keeping her from seeing her favourite thing in the world and lowers her face to your cunt. She digs her nails slightly into your skin as she licks over your clit. The way she moans against your pussy has you pushing your hips into her face to get even more. Nami remains unfazed, using her grip to keep you in place as she takes you apart with her tongue.

Reiju - Ass

When Reiju tells you to sit on her face, she means sit on it. none of that hovering bullshit will satisfy her. She wants to taste you more than anything but you just won't listen to her and insist that you'll suffocate her or crush her face - to which she responds that she doesn't see a problem with either of those options.

Sick and tired of your whining and determined to show you a good time, Reiju grabs two handfuls of your ass cheeks and parts them so she can get better access to your hole. In a swift show of strength, she pulls you down against her face, tongue finding your hole immediately. A quick slap to the ass acts as a silent instruction from Reiju to rock yourself against her face. Now that worries have somewhat subsided, you oblige, moving your hips.

Robin - Everywhere

Robin has unlimited hands, which means unlimited ways to please you and hold you. She kneels on bed between your spread legs that are being held open by two stray arms. Similarly, two hands are pinning your wrists down and two more are groping at your chest. Her real hands are focus on your pussy, fingers thrusting and curling inside you. Her smile is soft as she leans over you to kiss you, not stopping her fingers. She shushes you as you whimper at her. She tells you to be quiet in case someone walks in but you don't know if you can.

The added stimulation on your chest combined with Robin's fingers being knuckle deep inside you has you barrelling towards an orgasm embarrassingly fast. Feeling you clench around her fingers, Robin summons another hand to cover your mouth so you don't moan too loudly. She focuses most of her energy on her real hands twisting and pumping enough to make you cum as hard as possible. She has a hrin on her face as she watches your body tense up and juices flood her hand.

Sanji - hands

Ever the hopeless romantic, Sanji likes to take things slowly with you. He was a total virgin when you first started dating and he's loved learning to please you and getting the chance to figure out what makes your body squirm. He's an enthusiastic lover who sees sex as a show of his utter devotion to you.

He whispers affirmations and sweet pet names as ge pushes his cock into you. Almost instinctively, he reaches out to your hands and interlocks your fingers. You can tell by the way his hands squeeze yours that he's just as, if not more, affected by the way your pussy squeezes him. He keeps your hands intertwined above your head as he rocks hips despite his sensitivity, repeating how much he loves you over and over again.

Tashigi - hips

Tashigi was inexperienced but, through some fun explorations with you, had figured out she preferred to put on a strap and take you to cloud 9. She's a service top, deriving pleasure from pleasing you. She's had you beneath her, instructing her on where to kiss and lick and bite to mark you up the way you like it.

She's learned in your short time together how to make you comfortable so when she turns you over onto your hands and knees, she makes sure to tuck a pillow under your hips and smooth a hand down your spine to make sure you're not in an awkward position. Her hands settle at your hips as she pushes her strap into you. The way you moan out as she thrusts her hips goes straight to her core, and she tightens her grip on your hips. When you whimper out a plea to go faster, she doesn't hesitate using her strength to hold your hips still so she can get you at a good angle. She hears your cry of pleasure into the pillows on her bed and throws her concentration into hitting the right spot that's going to have you shaking under her. Her grip is so tight against your skin that it might leave marks when you're done, the thought of which pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Zoro - mouth

Sex with Zoro is always filthy and intimate. You can feel him everywhere in your surroundings and he defiles your pretty body with cum, sweat and saliva. His favourite part of your body is your mouth; he loves when you talk back to him or another crewmember, he loves the blissful satisfied smile that you reserve only for him and he loves the way your pretty lips look stretching to accommodate his huge cock.

He's laid you down on your back and is fingering you open, sucking at your clit. When you beg for his cock he promises you you'll get it, he's just gotta stretch you out first. You cum pretty quickly, Zoro's intensity has you riled up. He helps you work through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you. Instead of locking his own fingers clean, he sucks some of your juices off and then holds his fingers - covered in a mix of your cum and his saliva to your lips.

He tells you that if you're a good girl and suck his fingers clean that he'll finally fuck you the way you want. You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck, bobbing your head slightly as if you were sucking his duck. Zoro's breath hitches as you run your tongue over the pads of his fingers. He pushes his fingers slightly further into your mouth as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. He doesn't move his fingers from your warm wet mouth, using them a - really hot - makeshift gag to keep you quiet. Watching your muffled squeals around his fingers as he finally bottoms out inside you almost breaks his self control when it comes to sex.

[marimology]

Pairing: ichiji vinsmoke x charlotte! trans masc reader

notes: smut, cnc (consensual) , arranged marriage ( mentions sanji and pudding), somewhat romeo and juliet inspired trope, Getting caught, almost getting caught, only ‘person?’ who knows about the relationship is y/n’s door because it lets them know if someone is nearby, transponder snail sex (phone sex), this is me letting my brain cook like sanji , cuckholding

a/n : I love this red headed loser, also my requests are open , ichiji is a girl dad argue with the wall

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who did not expect to fall in love with the 7th son of Charlotte LinLin when he and his family came over came over to whole cake to discuss the marriage between sanji and pudding. ears perking as you heard that they would be here for the next four months.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who when he saw you sitting next to mama his heart would flutter whenever you would try to hold a conversation with him and you would stop as you noticed big mom staring down at you.

ICHJI VINSMOKE who after a month of being on whole cake finally got the courage to ask you out con a date and being surprised when you said yes but you two would have to choose wisely as the public only knew about Sanji and puddings wedding. so he took you out for a picnic underneath a bridge.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loved to leave hickeys around your body but in places where you would be able to hide them after every day so you wouldn’t get in trouble with your family and vise versa.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to threaten you with cumming inside of you every time that you both fuck so that you could walk around with his baby and your family would be wondering whose the father.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who once him and his family left whole cake,missed the touch of your skin and your velvet walls clenching around his cock begging him not to cum inside of you, and your whimpers as you felt his cock form a bludge in your belly .

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to call you after a raid, jerking off to your wanted poster each time your bounty raises saying that he’d turn you into the marines only after fucking you in front of them first. you both have memorized your respective family members sleep schedules memorized as you would masturbate on a call together as the transponder snail would capture all of your pretty noises.

it has now been over a year

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who kept a calendar hidden in his room where he’d count down the days until the next time they’d go to whole cake so he could show you how much he missed you and could pepper your skin with kisses once more, and that night he brought up the topic of getting married in secret which you happily said yes to with tears forming and he wears a cape on his suit that has a button / ring that’s actually his wedding ring whilst you wear yours as a pair of earrings

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who only hated sanji more because he couldn’t publicly say that you were his husband.

sanji vinsmoke who when walking past ichiji’s room heard him end a call with a “love you” but couldn’t pick out who he was talking to … it’s not like he wanted to anyways he care less as to what that asshole was doing he knew he couldn’t feel any emotion towards anyone

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who as soon as Germa docked back on whole cake and they had sanji meet pudding. went to find you in your room and embraced you in the warmest hug that you’ve ever felt and it was your first embrace as husbands. and later that night had you whimpering on his cock and told you how much he missed you as your brain was being turned into mush as you were being forced to take his cock after being overstimulated.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who was happy that straw-hat came wanting to save sanji because that meant that if sanji leaves then he could publicly marry you

brulee charlotte who should’ve minded her own damn business when she was looking through her mirror realm and saw you being made to look at the mirror by a siluette that she couldn’t make out nor did she want to

yonji vinsmoke who wanted to spar with you and went to your room and asked your door to speak with you but was pissed off when it said you were busy and snuck around to try and see what you possibly could’ve been doing that was more important than sparring with him and almost falling over when he saw the sight of you sitting on his brothers lap taking his dick with your face buried in his neck and a Visual Den Den Mushi recording every moment of it as ichiji whispered praises. he should’ve minded his own damn business, but he could see the love in his brothers eyes as he looked you

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who’s heart shattered when big mom announced that she had arranged a marriage between you and a princess from a neighboring kingdom. and you both spared quick glances at eachother, but the poor girl clearly looked like she was in love

later that same night he took both you and the girl to your room and fucked you in front her. telling her that she’d never get a chance to feel how good you are and she should just go somewhere and die because she’s a homewrecker.

And ironically she was found dead the next day and you didn’t know who it was that killed her….. it was ichiji

YOU AND ICHIJI who took the chance to feign your own deaths during the fight between the big mom pirates ,vinsmokes, and straw hats and ran away to be able to live a happy life together only yonji knows you two are still alive

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who is definitely not the worlds most perfect husband but is happy that you even decided to give him a chance

it’s been four years since that day and everyone mourns the lost of you two but little do they know you both live in the same secluded town with your older sister lola and are raising 2 children

TAGLIST: @henrioo @gomugomuslip

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[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @portgasdash asked: Hiii sashiii you know what I am gonna ask Ichiji and female reader with the touch prompt below. Let's add a bit of sensory deprivation for our prince where he can't touch and see hut he can sure feel everything his pet is doing to him :3 love yoooou➜ of course my love! please enjoy our strawberry boy! ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. blindfold. vag sex. kinda romantic. ✦ wc: 2k ✦ masterlist

Where blue orbs should be shining, now there is heavy gauze covering them. He rests laying on a big couch, with his hands on top of his belly and lips semi apart.

The monitor had been already disconnected from him, Prince Ichiji only has to rest for a few days until he is able to see again. He didn’t really wanted to get his eyes once again modified, but he wasn’t the one able to decide. Judge had developed what he called “an improvement in vision” and so his sons, specially Ichiji had to try it first.

You couldn’t help but worry; sure, he is an incredible strong human and sure nothing could hurt him… but messing again with his vision was something you weren’t happy about either.

However, because Ichiji had been a great boyf- master to you, you wanted him to go through his recuperation with a smile on his face… even if he wouldn’t be able to see exactly what his surprise is.

“Ichiji-sama 🎵 ~” you chime, with a melodic tone he loves to hear. Your hands behind your back and a playful way of walking inside his room.

The sun slightly caresses his red locks that aren’t as brushed and stiff as always but rather lose falling over his perfect countenance. You notice he jolts such a little to the sound of your voice, but a smirk isn’t appearing on his lips this time.

“What is it, (Name)? I am resting now” he says, short and straightforwardly.

It takes you a back for some seconds. He has always acted as a serious man; in fact he tries hard not to show any emotion besides disdain and true qualities of a prince… but never once he has said no to your sweet playful approach.

“I- I just wanted to come and give you a surprised to cheer you up. Are you feeling any pain?” you ask, shily. The last part for sure being the most risky question above all… Vinsmoke Ichiji never grieves or hurts… right?

You can see his fists closing and his nails carving on the armrests of his chair. “I don’t feel any type of pain” he mumbles, with clenching jaw and equally clenched teeth. Yet, he is not angry at you. He would never. He is simply, and most probably, sad. And that’s not something he was taught how to overcome.

But you can’t stop yourself. And soon you slide like a snake to where he is, surrounding his frame from behind with your arms. A palm on his chest, and you can feel the way his modified heart pumps faster. Maybe it is even made out of steel, who knows.

“I apologize for even suggesting my prince would be weak in any way. May I give Ichiji-sama my gift now?” you whisper into his right ear.

You see his neck skin turning all bumpy, reacting so instantly to your soft and purring words. A smirk plasters in your lips as you can also sense his pulse raising on the palm of your hand.

“You may… but, I won’t be able to do much. I am unable to move, they told me I could lose my sight if I dare to move further” he accepts, understanding very well your lustful intentions.

You giggle. You are fully aware of the proper care you should give to him. You have asked every doctor and scientist before even entering the room. They know of your close relationship with the prince, nor any of them know exactly what you two do on sleepless nights.

“My prince, just relax. This time, your kitty will do all the work for you… Let me pamper you ~”  you moan, this time in his left ear, placing a kiss on his cheek after.

He gasps at your soft lips being pressed on his skin; because it was sweet and caring, and he couldn’t push you away to say he didn’t like such loving gesture. It is, perhaps, for Ichiji, a real difficult challenge to grant control to others.

You walk around him to face his highness, never once lifting your hands from his shoulders. He can tell you are in front of him, but not exactly what you are doing nor about to do. Sure, he could use Haki, but for what reason? Wasn’t this a surprise? Then, so be it.

Slowly and silently, you straddle your hips on his lap. Letting your body fall ever so softly on top of him, making him jolt at your sudden approach. A movement you aren’t usually allowed to perform if not he is ordering you to do so.

You giggle. Ichiji isn’t probably aware of the faces he is making; a frowning that looks more of a troubled expression. Not because he is uncomfortable but because he has fallen into the trap of lust and perversion so quickly.

“My prince, you smell so good” you utter, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. He, as always, and even more now, smells like the sweet path to hell. His scent is so enticing and delicious, you couldn’t even yet decipher exactly what it is. It’s a mix in between juicy strawberries, spike full roses and masculine perfume.

It’s clear he has just had a bath, and you kinda hate the fact some other women had seen him naked and ultimately washed his perfect body. But, alas, is not now when you should worry about it.

Ichiji’s hands finally move so delicately to the small of your back, pushing you slightly towards his chest. He unconsciously needs you closer, so closer he couldn’t breathe as your breasts press against his pecs.

Smirking, you allow him to push you in and enjoy the taste of his neck skin with just the tip of your tongue. You leave a pool of shininess on the little indentation his prominent right collarbone has above before biting with great elegance such place.

“You are so delicious, my master ~” you murmur, using your hands to slowly unbutton his black ruffled shirt. The future king has always dressed differently from the other princes, which is nothing but yet another showing of his uniqueness.

“Am I, (Name)? Indulge in my body for today, you are absolutely allowed to” he grants you permission to go any further, to enjoy his anatomy, to praise his constitution as a God.

You excitedly beam. You weren’t expecting such reaction, but this is maybe the most beautiful way Ichiji has to express love and gratitude towards your support.

While you finally free him from the last button, you keep your hips moving in a floaty way back and forth. You can feel his hardness growing, yearning to be released from pristine white trousers.

Taking a moment to admire such work of art, his marked abs and his pale white skin are nothing but perfection to your eyes. You use your hands, who have been previously treated to be as soft as possible, to travel up and down his chest. And from his chest, you go down to the tiniest bump of belly that protrudes as he is sitting down.

You feel tiny little twitches coming from his muscles, turning rapidly into shivers as you begin to kiss down his abs. “As always, every inch of your body tastes uttermost delicious” you murmur, licking every corner of his flesh.

It’s been some minutes since the sun has set, and now the brightest of the moons shines outside the window. Before taking your lingering hands to his belt, you take a moment to admire such spectacular view from the castle. And, even if the Grandline ahead looked marvellous, there was nothing compared to the beauty you had in front and under you.

“It’s already night, Ichiji-sama…” you purr into his ear, followed by a soft bite on his earlobe.

“Ngh.. is it? I-…” he is unable to articulate any words, as you have just freed his sex from the trapping hands of his trousers. Slowly sliding back on his legs, you don’t care about your weight; Ichiji can support you with no effort at all. His thighs are literally made out of steel.

Speaking of thighs; there is something you wanted to do since forever and that you couldn’t until today. Is not that you wouldn’t want to carve your nails into his quadriceps whenever he is fucking your mouth, but you never dared. However, as he has allowed you to enjoy his body freely, you will, all over his skin, use your hands tonight.

“Master, your legs… I love them so much” you purr, massaging his muscles with silky motions that soon turn into violent squeezes.

The future king moans out of surprise, and soon his own palm searches for your neck.

You giggle, helping him get to it as he is blindly trying to find your carotids to be pressed. “Here, Ichiji-sama. You want to choke me?” you ask, giggling, squeezing his hand to do so.

“No… I wanted to – your face…” he whispers, with blushed cheeks becoming ever redder than his hair. He wanted to give you a caress? That’s, for sure, something new.

You smile softly, and thus, you move his hand to your cheek. He soon uses his thumb to graze your pouty lips. He is maybe trying to touch to imagine or asking for kisses. And you allow him to have both. As you reach for his mouth, he pouts in urge to finally give you a steamy kiss. Such needy expression makes you shiver, never once you’ve seen it and it’s the most precious memory you will ever have of him.

While your tongues dance, and your hips softly hump on his now fully hard sex, you move his hands down your chest. You let them rest for some minutes on your breasts, allowing him to discover you are wearing the expensive lingerie he has bought for you.

Ichiji presses, squeezes, enjoy the touch of your hardening nipples. He smirks with your lips still pressed; he grunts in pleasure.

You giggle more and more, and the humping gets even faster. Even if he isn’t still inside you, your wetness are creating a mess on both of your laps. And so much the grazing of your sexes is making you both bite each other’s lips, that none can wait any longer. Both want to mix in one, join your bodies as much as possible…

“My prince, shall you bless me with your hardness deep inside me?” you politely ask, before lifting your hips up a little to let his juicy length slide inside you.

Ichiji grunts loudly, carving his fingers into the flesh of your side hips. He knows he can’t move any further, but oh how he wishes he could take those gauzes off to see your body jumping on his sex.

He helps you, blindly, to get his sex right inside you and with a soft spank on your ass he moans; “No need to be that formal, (Name)… let feel that tight hole surrounding my dick now”

You let yourself fall, while his shaft alone has moved your lace panties to the side. The violent intrusion of his hardness makes you throw your head back with a loud whine that could be heard all around Germa 66 castle.

But you don’t care. Neither does him.

You place your hands on his shoulder, squeezing deliciously such wide frame. You can see him biting his own lower lip, as he goes as deeper as he could go inside you.

Squeezing your walls, clenching to him, you begin to move up and down, back and forth. Taking his hands to your breasts, he enjoys how they bounce.

Ichiji brings his body towards you, burying his nose into your chest, hugging you tightly. He is about to burst, as he can only focus on what he can feel, what he can hear, what he can taste and smell in a total darkness… maybe he even learnt that connection is not just the beauty his eyes can see but all the rest his own body can feel…

You hug him with loving arms, passing your nails through his hair as climax hits us both in an explosive releasing sensation.

“Thank you for the gift, (Name)” he whispers, still buried into your chest. His words a little muzzled by your skin pressing his nose and lips.

You allow him to spend as much time as he desires there… you too close your eyes, there is no need to see anything else, but just to feel his warmth against yours, and the way his and your hands were all over your skins tonight… 💖

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pxison asked: (Yonji) ❛  when your lips move, I can't help picturing them around my cock.  ❜ 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 (Still Accepting!)

Ikkaku pursed her lips in annoyance, even if the comment did actually manage to bring a tiny hint of color to her lips. However, she suspected the action would actually make Yonji focus even further on her lips and less on what she was trying to explain to him.

Really, she understood that she had a gorgeous mouth and she couldn't blame him for fantasizing. What she sure as hell could blame him for was actually vocalizing those thoughts when she was trying to explain to him how a new machine she was modifying worked. With all of Germa's high-tech equipment, she'd expected that even the brawny prince would have some interest in technology.

Or maybe the fact that she'd been sucking on a lollipop while she lectured was just so much more interesting in his hormone-driven brain than her job.

So, it was time for a bit of punishment.

Full lips curved up in a seductive smirk as the lollipop once again rose to her mouth. The tip of her tongue slipped out, stroking the green apple-flavored sweet slowly. Then, the glossy sphere passed her lips into her hot mouth, lips wrapping around it and sucking. In and out it went a half-dozen more times, all the while Ikkaku gazed at him with half-lidded eyes.

The lollipop finally left her mouth with a pop, and Ikkaku purred, "When your lips move, I imagine things too." Without ceremony, she shoved the candy into Yonji's mouth and walked off, calling over her shoulder, "I imagine them not moving at all. Or maybe gagged. Anyway, I sure do picture you talking."

[flutter-hot-butter]

Reiju Vinsmoke x Male!Reader

Breast worship, boobjob and blowjobs oh my!

Minors DNI

[lyriumcoloredskies]

Smitten (18+)

Pairing: Sanji x Lunarian!Reader WC: 2.1k Summary: You spent your life as Big Mom’s daughter, bending and catering to her whims. When your mother decides it’s time to cement the alliance with Germa 66, will you finally find something you’ve been searching for? CW: 18+ mdni, older woman and younger man, reader is Lunarian (so described with dark skin and black wings), smutty content with fluff mixed in, cowgirl/woman topping, unprotected sex, piv, creampie, forced marriage, no beta. AN: Listening to Agora Hills by Doja Cat. I got really sick with the 'vid-19 :(. Anyways here's some Sanji smut. Was really torn between this or doing mermaid!reader.

When Mama mentioned the newest marriage arrangement, you had been skeptical. The history between the Big Mom pirates and the kingdom of Germa 66 had always been cordial at best, despite most alliances between pirates and evil kingdoms ending up dotted in betrayal and violence. For the most part, the agreement between Mama and Vinsmoke Judge had been positively tame compared to the blood soaked alliances your mother previously held and subsequently broken. Nevertheless, you offered yourself up as the sacrificial bride, not wanting to see your sweet sister Pudding be married off so young. Your 30 years in Totto Land as Mama’s precious daughter had taught you that Big Mom always got what she wanted.

***

In the haze of the room, Sanji can feel his grasp on his mind slipping, his eyes desperately claw themselves onto a spot in the ceiling, hoping to find some clarity to keep him from drowning.

Sanji can barely recount the events of the last week. Sanji truly thought that his decision on Zou had been the safest one. It was only when Sanji found himself face to face with the life he left behind that he realized how in over his head he was. Every shred of Sanji’s mind told him that he was doing everything in his power to save those dearest to him, that this sacrifice was necessary, but every bit of his heart was screaming for his captain to come save him, just like he had done for every one of their nakama. Plunged into the misery of his past life coming back to haunt him, Sanji found himself dreaming, like he did when he was younger. In his thoughts he was free to dream of the seas, of Nami and Chopper’s loud laughter, of Luffy’s happy face every time he cooked him something new, and of the All Blue. Sanji dreamt endless dreams he once thought died with his mother, rescued by the kindness of Reiju, Zeff, and his dearest friends. Going over his dreams and happy memories, he steeled his resolve. No daughter of the Big Mom pirates would ever have his heart, no matter how gorgeous the lady might be.

Never did he think he would find himself like this, playing a balancing act on the edge of a razor, a moment away from tipping into heaven or hell, with a beautiful angel cruelly observing as he struggled.

A particularly hard slam of your hips back down onto his has him throwing his head back, mind wiped blank and eyes rolling back due to the pleasure of his soft spongy dick tip hitting your cervix. You walls envelope his shaft in such a warmth, Sanji swears he’s burning in the fires of sin. He sinks deeper and deeper into the pit of pleasure you offer him with your delectable warmth. Nothing but whimpers and moans escape his lips as if he was a cheap whore, not a groom on his wedding night.

Everything is too much. Sweat coats his body and Sanji is aware of the soft 800 count Alabastan sheets sticking to his skin. The same sheets are fisted in his hands, gripping the bed for dear life. Sanji feels as if every nerve under his skin is alight, static running through his veins as you continue your devilish ministrations on him. The soft velvety walls of your heat wrapped around his dick better than his hand ever could. Your supple skin is like the rich icing of the wedding cake served at your ceremony, tasting equally as smooth and saccharine under his attentive tongue. Sanji can still taste your slick on his lips from earlier when you sat on his face. A euphoric taste that had Sanji thanking whatever gods and Zeff for keeping him alive so he could sop up every drop of your divine arousal, his face serving as your throne.

Sanji’s eyes, half-lidded in lust, focus on your figure and he is lost in the beauty of it all. Your cheeks are flushed and the golden light of the room only serves to add a beautiful bronze glow to your inky brown skin. His eyes trace a bead of sweat rolling down your damp skin, he finds himself desperately wishing he could be the one to caress the curvature of your breasts so intimately. It only adds to the sinful sight of your breasts, bouncing up and down as you ride him at a mind numbing pace. The black wings on your back with feathers gleaming like a million obsidian gems, adds the finishing touch. You are an angel of lust, Sanji concludes in his mind, sent to break him in the sweetest and most painful way.

Oh, what misery, but oh what joy.

Sanji lets out another strangled moan as he lifts his head to get a better view of the obscenest sight.  His thick shaft parting your glistening folds, pistoning in and out of your sweet tight hole. He can spy the creamy ring gathered around the base of his shaft, your collective juices smeared all over his skin and pubic hair, the prominent vein on the front of his shaft glinting in the light of the room, only to be swallowed up by your greedy hole moving up and down on his cock with practiced precision.

You let out a small breathless laugh as you spy your new husband’s eyes roaming, lustful and dazed. Leaning over, but never breaking your pace, you capture his mouth in a sloppy kiss. His soft swollen lips close messily around yours, and you can feel his neediness. His tongue engages yours in a desperate dance, gliding around and begging yours for intimate contact. You allow your hands to roam over his well-built body, fingertips drawing imaginary lines over the well corded muscles of his pecs and torso, dipping into the valleys and mountains of his perfect abs. When you break the kiss, you hear Sanji let out a small whimper, the sound sending sparks of want and need right to the heat nestled in your belly. Your eyes catch Sanji’s and you’re enraptured by the sight. His hair is messy and strewn on the pillow, surrounding his head like a golden halo. His pupils are so blown out you can barely make out the blue ring around them. You take in the sight of his creamy skin stained pink, all due to your efforts. You can practically feel your ego humming in pleasure at seeing such a powerful pirate under you, writhing and mewling like a needy kitten.

“Feels so good doesn’t it - husband?” you say, a teasing lilt in your voice as you emphasize the last word. The man looks like he wants to reply but you don’t let him, eager to continue his pleasure driven torment, you give his cock a squeeze with your core. Sanji lets out a choked moan which breaks into soft gasps when you start grinding on his dick while it’s fully sheathed inside of you. You throw your head back and moan, leaning back to angle his hard length to your g-spot.

You continue your grinding at a teasing pace, the tortured whimpers leaving Sanji’s mouth only serve to fuel your masochistic streak. Sanji is hypnotized as he sees your hips moving in sensual circles, the pace agonizing, pleasurable enough to stoke the fire deep in his belly but not enough to send him over the edge. He whimpers and begs, wanting to feel the unrelenting pace again, to feel your sweet hole milk and squeeze around his cock, like he was your little fuck toy.

“P-please” Sanji begs, screwing his eyes shut. His body squirms under you, hips desperately trying to press up to fuck into your warmth. “m-more” he whines.

Sanji opens his eyes, tears dotting the corners as he looks at you pathetically. The look on your face is dangerous and Sanji knows it. The teasing smile, flushed cheeks, and those eyes. The intensity of your stare has his heart fluttering. You stop your grinding, causing Sanji to groan in protest. His complaining stops when he sees you lean forward. You’re close enough Sanji can feel your labored breath on his skin.

In that moment he’s brought back to earlier today, the sight reminiscent of when you leaned in for your first kiss at the altar. Time had stopped then like it did now. The thought brings fire to Sanji’s cheeks and suddenly he feels too exposed, like you’ve somehow flayed his heart open, and he finds himself defenseless to you.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, then one to his temple, and trailing butterfly kisses down his cheek.

“My sweet boy” you whisper softly, words only meant for him, his ears and heart greedily soak up the sound.

That’s when Sanji knows he’s utterly lost - drowned in your magic spell. He knows he will always be desperate to feel this love again, all-encompassing and vulnerable – one that can break him into shards too sharp to ever put back together.

Your kisses find their way down his strong jawline and then to his neck where you bury your head in the crook. He can smell the amber incense and vanilla of your perfume wafting around him along with the thick heady scent of sex in the room. It only serves to add to the dense cloying haze in his mind. Sanji’s sensitive skin can feel the soft mounds of your breast resting on his chest, the hard peaks of your nipples poking into him.

A loud moan leaves both your mouths as you begin moving up and down on Sanji’s ample length again. Sanji can hear your breath stutter, caught in your throat as a particular thrust grazes over your sensitive spot. Sanji wraps his arms around your waist, as if to anchor himself, in the fog of lust and emotions which he finds himself overcome with. Sanji moves in sync with your hips, thrusting upward, desperate to find your climax together. Sanji gives himself entirely to you, chasing his high as your chants of his name spur him on. Your moans grow louder, turning into needy mewling as Sanji begins to focus on hitting your spongy g-spot. Every thrust winding the coil in your loins taut.

Pinned down to Sanji’s chest by his strong arms, you’re powerless as he tightens his hold on you to take on a brutal pace thrusting upwards, hammering your cervix. Each thrust drives the air out of your lungs as you whine out in pleasure. Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his arms

“L-love it s’much S-Sanji” you babble out, words slurring together. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to find some purchase to steady yourself from the unrelenting pace of your husband’s thick cock. The sound of your nonsensical babbling and squelching of your pussy, is all too much for Sanji as he quickly finds himself nearing the edge of his orgasm.

“Yes – ah, f-fuck, my angel I’m s-so close” you hear Sanji say, his voice strained by effort and lust.

“M-mcummin’ Sanji” you cry out as the coil in your body tightened until it finally snapped, flooding you in depraved pleasure as you whine out Sanji’s name, burying your face deeper into his neck as your mind buzzes.

Your climax brings Sanji to his as your pussy milks his cock until he’s seeing stars. Sanji nearly blacks out as he thrusts one last time, hips lifting your body up as he tries to bury himself into the deepest part of your pussy before flooding you with ropes of his hot cum.

The two of you collapse into a mess of labored breathing and sweaty skin. As the intensity of your orgasms fades, your pounding heart and rushing blood slowly coming back to a regular rate. The both of you lay still, allowing several beats pass as you soak in the moment. Finally, you push yourself up, your chest peeling from Sanji’s, and you look up to see your new husband’s flushed face. His ocean eyes offer up everything to you and for the first time, you think you can truly see him. You offer Sanji a sweet smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. His face flushes a beautiful rosy pink. You take in the sight for a few seconds before leaning in to close the gap between you and Sanji, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Mama may get everything she wants, but this time you think you’ve gotten something you’ve wanted for a while.

Someone you could fall in love with.

[thirstydiglett]

Omgomgomgomg YOU GUYS. I normally just write smut so I was really nervous about how this was going to turn out but I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written!!!!!!!!! Please give feedback if you have it, I’m very new to writing and I would love to know what y’all think 😊😊😊

The Mice and the Eggplant

Summary: Sanji makes a friend, makes some food, and deals with trauma. Zeff is a Good Dad about it.

Characters: child!Sanji, Zeff (I was picturing anime, but could totally be live action)

Pairings: None lol

Spoilers: Don’t read this if you haven’t hit Whole Cake Island yet!

Warnings: Brief mention of Sanji’s abuse, but other than that this is all fluff ^_^

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It was the end of yet another dinner service at the Baratie, and Sanji was left to do the dishes alone.

Deep down, he knew he kind of deserved it. He’d lost his cool, and if there was one thing Zeff hated, it was people who couldn’t stay calm in the kitchen. Hell, they’d lost two prep cooks for that exact reason just since the opening of the Baratie six months ago. But still, Sanji couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful of the old geezer for the punishment. Last night’s dinner service had been extra stressful for everyone, and if a plate just so happened to get thrown at Patty, it couldn’t have been helped.

Two weeks of dish duty—alone—had made him rethink that outburst.

So here Sanji was, standing on a stool to be able to reach the sink, with his arms sunk up to the elbows in soapy water.

“Stupid geezer,” Sanji ground his teeth as he rinsed what must have been the zillionth plate of the night and set it in the drying rack. “Stupid Patty.” Turning on the water, he reached his hand under the stream to clear off the soap.

“Ow!!!”

The water was far too hot. Sanji felt tears sting the corner of his eyes as he grabbed his burnt hand, stumbling off the stool as he reeled in pain and landing hard on his rear end.

For a moment Sanji sat prone on the cold floor, still clutching his hand, his backside throbbing. The kitchen was silent save for the hiss of the still-running water. Then, his lip began to tremble.

“It’s…”

Sanji’s vision began to blur as tears filled his eyes.

“It’s not fair!”

And with that, the 12-year old boy was fully bawling, mucus dripping from his nose, his shoulders heaving.

It really wasn’t fair; none of this was fair. It wasn’t fair that Patty was so annoying. It wasn’t fair that Zeff was so hard on him. It wasn’t fair that Zeff never let him serve his own dishes at the restaurant. It wasn’t fair that he had to do the dishes alone, It wasn’t fair that he’d spent so long doing everything alone. It wasn’t fair that there wasn’t a single other kid on Baratie for him to play with, not one person his own age to be his friend. It wasn’t fair that even if there had been, Zeff probably would have kept Sanji too busy to play with them much anyway.

He missed Reiju. He missed his old room, the one he’d had before the dungeon. For some twisted, messed up reason he even missed his brothers. At least they’d been kids like him, even if they’d been brutally mean to him. Sanji hated himself all the more for missing them. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t…

A sudden flash of gray across the white tile floor twisted off Sanji’s internal monologue. Twisting his head, he just barely managed to catch a glimpse of grey-brown fur before it disappeared under a counter.

A… a mouse?

Wiping his eyes, Sanji quietly crawled across the floor, hoping the tiny animal hadn’t scurried into a crack or hole somewhere. Squinting into the dark space under the counter, Sanji’s heart leaped.

There it was! The little creature was sniffing the air, leaning back onto its hind legs as it tilted its head up. It had a long tail, and a scar on the tip of its nose.

“Hey, little buddy!” Sanji whispered, his hands trembling a little from excitement. It had been so long since he’d seen one! Not since the one he’d fed back at Germa, the one his father had knocked out a window.

The mouse glanced over at the sound of Sanji’s voice, and Sanji clapped his hands to his mouth. But the animal didn’t seem to be frightened of him in the slightest. It looked him over, then began to groom its large ears nonchalantly.

“So cute…”

Sanji scrambled up, nearly banging his head on the underside of the counter in the process. “I bet you’re hungry! I bet you want something to eat, don’t you? I’ll make you something great!”

He ran to the pantry, grabbing ingredients quickly. Some rice, peanut oil for frying, an onion, a few shrimp, some spices. Dragging his stool over to the counter, Sanji began chopping, measuring, and eventually frying everything together.

“This is my special shrimp fried rice, mouse!” Sanji remarked. He leaned over to look at the animal, who had come out from under the counter to watch him. “Even Zeff said it was pretty good, and he never likes my stuff!”

Finishing the dish, he scooped it into a bowl, taking care to finish it with a sprig of cilantro and a dab of sriracha (as annoying as Zeff was, Sanji had to agree with him on one thing—presentation counts). Gently, he laid the bowl on the floor a few feet away from the mouse.

“Go ahead. Have some!”

Apprehensively, the mouse sniffed the air again, then glanced furtively back at Sanji.

“Oh, sorry.”

Sanji quickly scooted back a few feet to give the animal its space. The mouse cautiously crept closer to the bowl of rice, then climbed to the rim, and took a bite.

When it continued happily munching away, Sanji smiled so wide it hurt.

The mouse ate for several minutes, Sanji watching happily from a seat on the floor, until it finally grew full and climbed back out of the bowl.

“Good night, little friend,” Sanji whispered as the mouse began to scamper off. At the sound of Sanji’s voice, it turned and looked at the boy. Suddenly, the animal ran back in his direction, stopping just in front of his hand.

Sanji flushed. “Can I…?” Gently, he extended a finger. The mouse sniffed him briefly, then lowered its head, allowing Sanji to gently stroke it behind the ears.

“Thanks, little guy…” Sanji whispered. The mouse dashed off as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Sanji alone in the kitchen once again.

I’ll see you tomorrow, he smiled to himself as he once again began to work on the mountain of dinner dishes.

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The next day passed in a blur. Sanji was barely present, and nearly sliced off the tip of his finger a couple of times because of it. He could not stop thinking about the mouse.

He worked dinner service with speed and grace. Even Patty had to (begrudgingly) compliment the kid on his well-blended sauces and evenly diced veggies. The quicker dishes went out, the quicker folks would leave, and the quicker people left, the faster the end of the night would come, and Sanji could be alone in the kitchen with his new friend once again.

Sure enough, eleven o’ clock rolled around and Sanji found himself flying solo with a mountain of plates. This time yesterday, he’d been furious. Today, he could barely think over the sound of his pounding heart.

“Hey, little mouse?” Sanji called softly, peering under tables and into corners as he searched for the animal, a small piece of cheese in his hand. “You hungry, friend?”

The mouse, however, seemed to be nowhere to be found. Sanji could feel his disappointment rising as each potential hiding spot turned up empty. One last spot to check, and then he’d have to accept that the mouse was just a fluke. Biting his lip, Sanji opened the door to the pantry.

No less than fifty mice turned to look at him.

They were on the shelves and on the floor, sitting on top of boxes, running in and out among the produce. Sanji was vaguely aware that he should be disgusted, but his grin was too big for that as he spotted the original mouse from last night, the one with a scar on its nose.

“Hey, little guy! Did you bring some friends?”

Sanji quickly began grabbing ingredients from the shelf. “Sounds like it’s crepes for a crowd, then!”

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It had been five days since the first mouse, and Sanji was starting to feel a little like a fairy tale princess.

The animals seemed to adore him. They would get close to watch as Sanji prepped his dishes (he was getting a lot of practice with new meals!) and sometimes even climb up his arm to sit on his shoulder. Sanji began to name the ones he saw every night—Romeo, Willow, Bitey (Bitey was by far his least favorite mouse). The original mouse, however, he saved a special name for. It was a fighter, Sanji could tell by the scar on its nose. A little devil. The only name that truly suited it was just that—Diable.

It was about one in the morning as Sanji sat on the floor of the pantry, eating pasta puttanesca with Diable while the other mice munched from their own plates.

“So normally you put in black olives, but I wanted to increase the briny flavor of the dish so I used kalamata instead!” Sanji babbled to his new friends, stroking Diable’s back as it chowed down on a piece of spaghetti.

Suddenly, a noise from the kitchen outside made Sanji jump. A door opening. And then a voice.

“Little eggplant?”

Zeff.

Sanji frantically tried to shoo the mice away. “Hide, hide!”

But the little creatures seemed to be particularly enjoying this dish, and even when Sanji picked them up one by one to hide them behind bags of flour and boxes of produce they scurried back out to nibble on a caper or a piece of tomato.

“Sanji? Look, I thought I’d come help you out with these dishes if you want.”

Don’t come to the pantry, don’t come to the pantry…

“You’ve been finishing up pretty late. A kid needs his sleep, after all…”

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl—

The door to the pantry opened.

The silence hung pregnant in the air as the man and the child and the mice (nearly a hundred by Sanji’s last count) stared at each other.

“WHAT. THE ABSOLUTE. FUCK, SANJI???”

The mice finally scattered at the sound of the huge man’s voice, hiding wherever they could.

“Don’t hurt them!! They’re my friends, and they like my food!” Sanji scooped up Diable and cradled it to his small chest, backing away from Zeff as much as he could in the tiny pantry.

“I ask you to do the damn dishes, and instead you bring dirty pests into my kitchen???”

Sanji could feel his lower lip start to tremble. “They’re not pests! They’re like our customers!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“They come every night to eat my food! And they think it’s delicious! Not like you!” Sanji’s vision was blurring as tears ran down his face. Why couldn’t Zeff let him have anything?

Zeff’s jaw relaxed, his shoulders lowering. “Kid… You really think I don’t like your food?”

“You always tell me it’s not good enough to serve at the restaurant, and you never let me hang out with the other chefs after closing, and you always yell at me no matter what I do…”

“Little eggplant, look at me.”

Zeff squatted, tilting Sanji’s chin up to look him in the eye.

“Maybe I’m a little too hard on you. Your food is pretty damn good, kid. You’ve got a lot of natural talent. When I tell you to remake it, it’s just because I want to push you to be even better. But you know that, don’t you?”

Sniffling, Sanji nodded his head.

“So what’s this whole thing with the mice really about?”

Sanji turned away, glaring. “It doesn’t even matter, ok?”

Zeff (somewhat awkwardly) wrapped an arm around Sanji’s shoulders, pulling him down to sit on the pantry floor together. “It, um… It matters to me.”

The floodgates opened. The anger, the loneliness, the constant feeling of never being good enough—for the Baratie, for Zeff, for his father, for his brothers—all of it spilled over into a little boy sobbing into the arms of the only man who’d ever shown him love. Zeff held him stiffly at first, but gradually pulled him closer as Sanji began to quietly open up.

“Before I met you, I had a family. My dad, my mom, my sister, and three brothers. My mom and my sister were the only ones who were ever nice to me. My dad hated me, he said I was weak and I’d never amount to anything. He made me live in a room in the dungeon so no one would ever know his son was so worthless. He didn’t even let me cook!

“My brothers used to beat my up, put bugs down my shirt when my back was turned. My mom died and my sister had to pretend to hate me when Dad was around, and my only friends were the mice, and I had to run away so I wouldn’t be stuck in that dungeon forever…”

Sanji hiccuped between sobs as he clung to Zeff, the mice peeking out of their hiding spots to watch their friend cry.

“And then I didn’t have anyone, all I had was cooking, and then we got stuck on that rock and there wasn’t even any food to cook with, and… and…”

“Sanji.”

Sanji looked up through reddened eyes to see Zeff looking down at him. He couldn’t be sure, but the old geezer’s eyes seemed just a little wet.

“You have me now.”

Sanji’s mouth dropped a bit as Zeff brushed his hair out of his eye.

“And the Baratie. And all the cooks here, too. Maybe—maybe I should let you hang out with everyone after close once in a while. Would you like that?”

Sniffling, Sanji nodded.

“Alright. Your dish duty is revoked. Starting tomorrow, you can come to the bar and swap stories with us after all your other chores are done. Every kid needs friends, I suppose.”

“Th-thanks, geezer,” Sanji mumbled, looking anywhere but into Zeff’s eyes. It wasn’t that he wanted to be pitied, but… it was going to be nice to feel included with the rest of the crew.

“Now we have to figure out what to do about this mouse problem.” Zeff stood, wincing a bit as he put weight on his wooden leg. “They can’t stay here on the ship, you know that.”

Sanji’s eyes widened, and his heart began to pound. “Zeff, don’t make me kill them! Please, I know they’re pests but they’re my friends and they like my food and—“

“Make you kill them? God, kid, what did your family do to you? No, I have another idea,” Zeff said as he twisted his mustache thoughtfully around one finger. “Something a bit more…humane.”

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If someone had happened to sail between Baratie and the nearest island at around 5 o’ clock in the morning that day—just as the sun was beginning to rise—they would have seen a strange sight. A hulking man and a golden haired child in a rowboat, the child clutching a wooden crate, both of them in chef’s uniforms. A small wire cage rested on the seat beside the boy. The odd duo landed on the beach of the island, and the boy, sniffling a bit but with a small smile on his face, upended the box into the sand. Mice scattered everywhere, diving for the nearest cover, and the man and child got back in their boat.

If that someone had been listening very closely, they might have heard the man say—

“Make sure you feed that thing. I don’t want it getting back into the kitchen again.”

And they might have seen the boy nod, and gaze into the wire cage by his side. And if they had strained their ears and listened as hard as they could, they might have heard the boy whisper—

“Let’s go home, Diable.”

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A/N: thank you SO MUCH for reading you guys. I love Zeff so much omg he truly is the dad that Stepped Up 🥰🥰🥰 I feel like I didn’t get his voice quite right but I might write more of these Sanji and Zeff stories so I can practice. The live action made me remember how much I adore their relationship, they’re just so cute 🥰 Also, you should try puttanesca the way that Sanji makes it in this story, with Kalamata olives. One of my all time favorite dishes!

[bunnyboowrites]

Okay I have a request it’s about sanji during wci when he was at germa and he was sad because of his stupid siblings the reader is a maid and she receives bad treatment from his brothers so basically they treat each other’s wounds and bring comfort to each other with soft affection maybe some smut ? ☺️🫶🏽

alright! I'm so sorry it took so long I got caught up in the holiday stuff. I am not actually through WCI yet... just starting because I'm a big dummy and I forgot so if this is bad I apologize in advance i just looked up the names and read up on how they act but I'm kind of unsure still. Not proofread and oh yeah if it sucks it's cause I'm half awake on New Year's Day!!! Warnings: smut, p in v, cursing, abuse

Take me away

Y/N was scrubbing the floor, and Niji and Yonji were watching. She could feel her body aching from the scolding she got before for missing a piece of food Yonji dropped seemingly on purpose.

"You're such a waste of space; you can't even do the job we keep you here for." Yonji kicked the brush from her hands, his boot digging into her fingertips, searing pain running to her brain. She could feel Niji's presence behind her. He was running his hand up her neck and grabbed her by her hair, his grip so tight she was sure he was going to take some of her hair. "What should your punishment be, you worthless piece of trash?"

Hot tears were running down her face; she could only look down in fear. Of course, she would mess up the simple tasks she was assigned; now they were using her for entertainment until they got bored. It had been like this since she was young. Judge Vinsmoke had found her; she was alone at sea, and she thought she had met her savior, but she had met her captor instead.

She hadn't been able to leave, no matter how many attempts she made; she was given to Reiju. She was always behind the eldest Vinsmoke, but when she was dismissed, she would be allowed to just be by herself, thinking about how she could escape and daydreaming about how much better life would be if she was back home.

One day, she was caught trying to escape again and given one of the most brutal beatings she had to date. Sanji appeared; he was a light in the sad and tired life she led. His kindness kept her from being a numb and mindless zombie; they would dress each other's wounds and generally be a kind of support, knowing they weren't alone in this world. But like all good things for her, it came to an end when Sanji disappeared. She was utterly alone and forced to endure countless sessions of inhumane punishments for a single smudge or some other bullshit excuse they came up with.

She felt a surge of joy to hear that the blonde would be returning. His marriage to Pudding had been a victory for Judge, and he was constantly gloating about his partnership with Big Mom. She was cleaning the dining room to prepare for the engagement dinner when Yonji and Niji appeared to bother her once again. Niji let go of her hair, but the momentary relief was overshadowed. His boot hit her right in the stomach, and she buckled as she groaned in pain. Yonji laughed as he put his full weight on her hand. Thankfully, her torture had been cut short by the arrival of the third son.

"What are you guys doing? She's a lady, and she should be treated with more respect." Sanji walked over to kneel beside her. He looked at her disheveled appearance and couldn't help but feel disgusted at her treatment. He couldn't check on her for long because his younger brother laughed. "Of course the other trash is here to save her." Yonji struck Sanji with a punch to the face. Sanji hissed and glared as the pair decided they were leaving, now done with tormenting Y/N.

She broke down into quiet sobs. Sanji sighed as he grabbed his eye and stood. He picked her up, cradling her trembling body close to him. He thought to move them to somewhere more private so that he could calm her down and check her out fully.

Once they got to the room that he had been staying in, he went to grab a cloth to wipe her face with. She had older cuts that were now open again, crimson red running down her neck, and he felt himself grow angry with his family. "Y/N-san, it's okay now; you can trust me." It came out as a hushed whisper, like he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, her sobbing would worsen.

"Like, how could I trust you to stay here with me? You left without even saying goodbye," she whimpered. "Sanji, I cried every night because I didn't know what happened to you; I thought you died." She erupted into tears again, and he just sighed and ran the towel over her gash.

"If I could've told you, I would've, better yet, would've taken you with me, but I couldn't." He gazed into her eyes with years of regret. "I never should have left you here with them; I missed you every day, Y/N-san." He placed the bandage on the wound and sighed. "I'll go get us some ice packs; please just lay in bed and get some rest." He walked to the door and gave her one last look. She thought against lying in bed, but she ultimately gave up on being afraid of what would happen to her if anyone else found her in his bed.

When he got back, he grinned to himself when he saw her sleeping on the bed. She looked so at peace in her sleep that he remembered how pretty he thought she was when they were younger. He would always try to woo her, and she would just say that she wasn't beautiful. He always thought that she just couldn't see what he saw.

"Hey, Mon Ange, wake up for me." He softly shook her awake, and she wiped the sleep out of her eyes and let out a groan as she stretched, the pain in her limbs catching up to her. She noticed how close he was to her. "Sanji, I'm glad you're back," she sighed. "Even though you're getting married," she said, Sanji couldn’t help but shake his head at the mention of his fiance.

"We don't have to think about the stuff going on outside right now, Ange; just worry about you and me." She watched as he put the ice down. He leaned in closer; their lips were now inches apart. She let out a gasp, and he closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers. They were slightly chapped, and he felt her hand run up his torso, and he shivered.

"Sanji, should we be doing this? What if someone finds out?" She shudders at the thought of the punishment she would receive if the judge found out. Sanji ran his hand over her jaw, urging her to look at him. "I'll never let them hurt you again; I have a plan to get you out of here." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You'll have to leave without me, though beautiful, but I promise I will get you out."

She was at a loss for words; she had dreamed of this moment since the day she was found. Sanji and freedom are the only two things she ever wanted, and he was here again to give them to her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed him by the face and smashed her lips back onto his.

Straddling him, she whimpered as his hands moved to her thighs, and he gradually made his way up to her plump ass. Her tongue ran across his lips, and he couldn't fight the grin on his face. "You're an eager one, huh, baby girl." She felt the embarrassment creep up on her. She shied away from him. "I-I just." She looked at his face and put a hand over her mouth. "Sanji, your nose is bleeding." She wiped the blood and sighed as she moved to get off of his lap.

He pulled her back onto his bulge and smiled at her. "Don't worry, baby, I like how much you need me." He rutted against her sweet little pussy, and he swore she let out the sweetest noise ever. "Sanji, is this a goodbye? I can't do this if I'll never see you again," feeling her fear he spoke carefully. "I will find a way to get back to you, even if I have to go through hell to get to  you.”

He couldn't get any more turned on; her fucking body was doing so many things to him. "Can I take this off, gorgeous?" He grabbed at the ends of her dress; she pulled it over her head and grabbed at his shirt. "I don't want to be the only one, Ji," he smiled and looked at her; her breasts were looking so perfect, he couldn't help himself. "If you need to see me naked, that bad baby, you can get me undressed yourself," he said, leaning closer to her to take one of her perfect nipples into his mouth.

Y/N felt a pleasurable surge go through her; her pussy clenched around nothing. She began her work of unbuttoning his shirt as he switched to the neglected nipple while pinching the other. His pants were next on her list, but as she ran her hand down his stomach to his cock, he stopped her.

He flipped her down onto her stomach, fingers digging into her hips to angle them just right. Her pussy had left a wet spot on the white cotton panties she was wearing. He leaned down, and she felt him breathe in her scent. She whimpered and let out a weak "Sanji" as a scolding, but he was so focused on the smell of her perfect little cunt. His dick twitched as he groaned, "Fuck mon ange, it should be impossible for you to be this addicting."

He pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees, undoing his restricting pants and pushing them low enough so he could feel his cock be free from his underwear. His cock was so heavy she could feel it twitching and leaking sticky hot pre-cum onto her sun-kissed skin. She was sure she was leaving a puddle on the bed from how wet she was getting.

He ran the tip of his shaft over her hole and down and over her clit; he kept it up as her whines grew in volume. "Please, Sanji, please just fuck me; I need it so bad." He moved his hands, one to wrap around her throat and the other to slip a single finger into her wet hole. She moaned so loudly that she swore that everyone would know what was happening. His finger went so much deeper than she could ever reach, but she still needed more. Her hips were bucking trying to get more pleasure. "Fuck baby, that's it. Use my fingers to make yourself cum," he leaned down to her ear. "And then I'll fuck you so good you'll be my personal fuck toy forever." He slipped another finger in, much to her delight.

She was moving erratically now; he could tell by her broken noises and fucked-out expression that she was on the verge of cumming down his hand. He needed her too; so he could stop rubbing his leaking cock on her thigh and slide home into her aching, hot cunt. "Come on, my love, you can do it." His hand tightened around her throat. "Show me what a good girl you can be for Daddy." Before the last word falls from his tongue, she is trembling and pulsing around his fingers, and he purrs into her ear, "So good for me, Monange, such a good little girl with the most perfect fucking pussy." She keened at the praise.

"Are you ready for the real thing, my love?" he said as he gripped the base of his cock. She turned just enough to see his eyes. "I've never wanted anything more in my life," and he chuckled before pushing into her soaking pussy. It felt so warm, like he was in heaven, almost. It was taking all of his strength not to immediately start pounding her. His self-control was wearing thin "Please tell me when I can move, baby," he started trailing kisses down her neck and back.

Once she gave him the okay to start moving, she couldn't help but let out the sluttiest moans. His cock was dragging against her walls and reaching places she never knew existed. "So full, Daddy," she said, giving her a wicked grin. "Is it too much, my love? Your sweet pussy is only taking over half of my cock. There's still some left, love," he crooned. She just felt her eyes roll back when he hit a certain spongey spot. Her face fell into the pillows as he continued to rock his hips into hers. He was watching her ass as it jiggled with every smack of his thrust. It was hypnotizing to watch. He noticed her cries were getting more desperate, and the need in her voice was driving him closer to his peak. "Come on, baby girl, give it to Daddy," he murmured to her. "Cum on his cock and milk his cum into that perfect pussy."

She mewled as the building's white-hot pleasure erupted like fireworks in her belly. small whimpers of his name and how good he was making her feel, and that would be all it would take before Sanji pulled his cock out of her and let his load splash onto her ass and thighs with a high-pitched moan. Their labored breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise silent room.

"I'm going to get you cleaned up, and we are going to go meet someone who can take you away for me." Sanji pulled her into a kiss. "He's my captain, and I know he'll take care of you." She just gave a weak nod as she felt the drowsiness start to creep in. He just huffed to himself and got up to finish his plan to keep his love away from his awful blood family.

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okay, I have no idea if this is good but I did it nonetheless. hope you have a wonderful day/night xoxo bunny boo <3

[thunder-nami]

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒

• ONE PIECE: Strawhat pirates + Vivi, ASL family, Heart Pirates, Red Haired Pirates, Koala, Marco, Thatch, Izo, Haruta, Deuce, Mihawk, Crocodile, Boa, Corazon, Smoker, Tashigi, Coby, X-Drake, Kid, Killer, Katakuri, Reiju.

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[baahsu]

hi hello baahsu its me the person who wrote two (give or take) whole ass vscest smut fics in your inbox now returned after a sudden month long disappearance to (hopefully lol) continue yelling happily about this ship with you!! :]

tldr i got back into op again and noticed how incredibly dry tumblrs vinsmokecest tag is and realized itd prolly be best to add to it lol, but alas i don't rlly know what to talk about rn :,)

uh. how about this!! what do you think would be the siblings' favorite outfits to fuck in, iydm me asking??

kinda generic but i think 124ji would lose it (/pos) if they got the chance to fuck sanji in his raid suit, mumbling and raving in his ear about he should just keep it on all the time as they take turns destroying him. reiju, although not as crazy abt it bc shes a *liiitle* more sane lol, would probably find it decently hot as well. sanjis no better tho- he sees his siblings, (especially yonji and reiju cause. tits :o]) all hot from battle in those skin tight suits and his nose is GUSHING

and heads kinda empty rn so cant think of much BUT i do have two ideas that im curious abt ur opinion on (and these are purely self indulgent lmao):

i srsly think ichiji has a feminization kink, though he doesnt really realize it 'less he gets emotions. it mostly crosses his mind whenever he sees sanji or niji in more effeminate clothing, like blouses, dresses, and ESPECIALLY skirts and is abruptly hit with the Vinsmoke Horny Gene™. he probably wouldn't piece it together unless reiju (ever the attentive vouyer) just straight up told him lmao

and SPEAKING of reiju, whether its her or one of her brothers wearing them, i feel like she has a thing for stockings. especially fishnets 🤲. especially TIGHT fishnets 🤲🤲. obviously all of them have good bodies that could rock stockings, but if we're going for a lower/bottom heavy build clearly sanjis the way to go. idk i just think that if reiju were to ever see sanji in any type of stockings (ESPECIALLY nice, snug fishnets) she'd just destroy him. like suck the soul outta him lol

YEAH thats all I got rn hqdyaduqfuqf good to be back yelling in your inbox about My Thoughts again have a good day/night :,]]

Welcome back anon!! I missed you 💜💜

I've said this before but I don't even bother looking at the vinsmokecest tag here bc I know there's never any new content in it (tho I'm surprised there's no hate either, guess this ship is unpopular from all sides lmao)

I actually never thought about any of these outfits options and my mind just went 🤯 at sanji's raid suit. Like, I can totally imagine the brothers praising sanji so much while wearing it?? "You're so pretty in it, it fits you so well, look at your thighs, it was made for you, you should just come back to us so you can always wear it, your ass looks so delicious in it too" they'd do it so much even reiju would have to say something, maybe just a subtle "they're right, you know" that would instantly disarm sanji

A more obvious outfit is lingerie, with how they are just the sight of a lacy bra strap or the peak of a garter belt or thigh strap would get them going. They'd be walking around the castle and catch a glimpse of it through the collar of a shirt, see the lines under one of their pants, and they'd pull the other into the closest room, sometimes not even that, the hallway is good enough and the staff passing by doing their jobs be damned (I can't decide if they'd enjoy putting on a show or if they'd get ridiculously jealous and rip their heads off tho)

[cloudzoro]

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[marimology]

the lack of vinsmoke siblings requests in my inbox should be a crime and i’m disappointed in all of you keep in mind when I do vinsmoke siblings i don’t include sanji

[sashi-ya]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖗 (part 2) +18. Vinsmoke Ichiji x F!reader

✦ part 1: Red Roses (both parts can be read independently) ✦ requested by @portgasdash for the free requests ➜ I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. You asked me to keep the idea in mind for the next time requests are open and I did. A continuation (of sorts) of your awesome roses fic with ichiji and a fem reader who he needed to get pregnant and ended so sweetly. They succeeded and Ichiji is now a protective dad(or soon to be dad) to reader and very much likes the changes their body have gone through cause of the pregnancy. specifically what their chest can do. Kinks: pregnancy and lactation ➜ Yes!! here it is, finally! I hope you enjoy my love! ♡ ✦ tw: pregnancy. breastfeeding. vag sex. ichiji being a little more human the more time it passes. based on the fact that I do believe he has feelings like Sanji and Reiju (my theory). ✦ wc: 1.9k

“So? What’s the result?” the red-haired demon asks, waiting with his back pressed against the door of the bathroom door.

“I can’t make it go faster, it’s still processing Ichiji-sama” you inform, sitting on the toilet with a little stick in your hand. Your leg bounces, you are way more anxious than he is. You never thought of wanting a baby from him, and much less this fast, but there you are wishing for the two little stripes to appear.

Both have decided to keep it in between you two; before even letting Judge and his scientists run the pertinent tests. A cheap test he bought during a mission, nothing sophisticated but yet enough to know.

At least three weeks have passed since he had been able to really enjoy sex for the first time, and just to be sure you get pregnant you two -secretly- kept having hot, hot encounters. Or maybe it was because your bodies were yearning for the other, burning in passion and need after tasting the honeys of a real connection.

Finally, the soft pink stains on the little strip appear. Yes. One… two. There are two. You check again. And again. And then once more.

Positive. Ichiji, you are gonna be a father.

“Uh… Ichiji-sama?” you call him. You can sense his anxiety from the outside the bathroom. He can’t wait for you to tell him; it’s been enough chivalry for him to let you take the test alone until the result came up.

“WHAT?” he opens the door, hitting it against the wall. “Sorry” he apologizes, because with you he is able to read every piece of your feelings.

You nod, a subtle smile adorning your ruby lips. “Y-yes…” you whisper, looking down at your fidgeting hands and then up to his blue eyes that widen in amazement. He doesn’t look anymore like the severe prince, but rather like a child knowing he is going to Disneyland.

“Am- gonna- Father?” he stutters. For the first time, the perfect prince lacks words to express himself.

“Yes… congrats, future King… a prince is coming ~”  you chime, still too shy to be able to move a single muscle.

It was clear to him, to you, that his attempt had been successful. However, Ichiji felt more than pride… he felt joy, something he thought he would never, ever, would feel. It wasn’t just the fact that Judge would be proud of him, it was him sharing something with that woman right before his eyes… she, with the red roses and her equally red lips had turned his world upside down… or maybe, the other way around, on a spiral that lend him to experience love.

As the astonishment leaves his mind, he runs to hug you. “I’m… you made me a father!!” he happily chimes, ripping a smile and some tears from your eyes. He does not feel like the usual cold prince, he looks like a new man. A sweet, loving man.

Ichiji lifts you up in his arms, he stays silent for some minutes. His beam, however, remains everlasting on his juicy lips. You have never seen what you are seeing now; his eyes narrow because of his cheeks coming so high as he smiles so big.

“Come on, we need to celebrate… I- what do you say when you uhm really appreciate someone?” he asks, seriously and blushed.  “Uh… you- mean… love?” you say, still amazed at him.

“Yes…? That thing…” he swallows; for the first time you see his eyes looking down.

You chose to stay silent, it’s enough for him. And not to mention how much it means to you. You weren’t sure if you were in love with him, or just spellbound by lust. But things become clearer the moment you kissed so soft his lips… you loved him too.

And what started as an agreement to help him procreate, then… weirdly enough, was just the start of something new. Of something that grew as much as your belly did…

Fast-forward to the last weeks of your pregnancy…

“But, Ichiji-sama, (Name)-sama asked us to bring her something to eat” “AND I WILL TAKE IT MY SELF. IF YOU HAVE POISONED THE FOOD I’LL DIE TOO, SO SPEAK NOW OR DIE”

The prince brings himself food for you. You have been moved -by his own request, and against Judge orders- to his room. Now, you are his princess. As the future mother of the someday next King of Germa, you should be treated like royalty and protected like nothing in this world. Ichiji made sure, and still does, that you are more than comfortable with your life in the palace.

“Ichiji, babe…I could hear your screams from the hall. Is everything ok?” you ask, sitting in bed with your hands resting on your belly but a little bit uncomfortable.

“I told them a hundred times, everything you eat I should taste it first. What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling ok?” he asks, leaving the silver platter with delicacies on it to the side.

You nod with your head; bodies change during pregnancy, and you think is normal to feel everything swollen and bloated. Including your breasts. “Yes, dear prince. It’s just that my breasts feel swollen but it’s normal. They are getting ready for the baby” you tell him, inspecting without caring for his growing smirk, the food that he brought.

He comes closer and kisses his lips; it takes your breath away. He has always managed to make you feel this way, pregnant and not pregnant.

“What?” you ask, as he keeps smiling with a sadist grin. “I’ve read that the father can help with the swelling and the pain…” he murmurs, taking his pointy nose to your cleavage. He nuzzles there, taking care of not hurting your belly but still placing his huge hands on top of it.

You narrow your eyes. What did he mean with “helping with the swelling and pain”?

“You know…I was so scared of… touching you…” he purrs, kissing your right breast. “Baby, can you share mommy with daddy for now? I’ll be gentle, I promise” he asks right at your belly, placing another kiss on top of it.

You giggle. He is being sweeter than ever, but even if so, a dark aura of lustful intentions surrounds him. He pulls down the cleavage of your blouse. “Can I make you feel better…?” he asks. When did Ichiji Vinsmoke ever asked for permission?

“I don’t know what you are planning… but, go ahead” you murmur, letting him do. He might be a murderous machine but when it comes to your safety he is obsessed. You are sure he won’t hurt you in any way.

His pale, yet juicy lips approach so slow the most sensitive parts of your breasts. His hand, squeeze softly on the side of one of them. He doesn’t provoke any pain; he gives you a caress -even if he didn’t know the term-.

You flinch, just a little. And soon you understand, exactly, what he is intending to do. You were sure milk couldn’t be produce before having the baby but turns out you were wrong. Semi-transparent milky drops fill your lover’s mouth. It’s just a little, but the moment the sweet taste of it touches Ichiji’s tongue he moans, louder than ever before.

“I- Ichiji…” you whisper, taking slowly your palm to the crown of his head. He keeps sucking, as if, the drops that were feeding him were essential for his life. The pressure you were feeling on your breasts slowly goes away, and it goes the same way down to your core.

You brush his red hair back, taking a rather motherly look, caring, and loving to his weakness showing. Because perhaps, he needed this, so deep inside of him. The prince lets his guard down, he allows himself to look less strong, vulnerable also, while attached to your chest.

 “I… you are delicious” he barely mumbles before going back to suck and devour the other nipple.

“Am I, my prince? Keep going, do it as much as you please” you whine, pushing his head against your chest. You make him grunt; you make him go harder. He bites, but it doesn’t hurt. The sharp nibbling can only make you more aroused.

And Ichiji wants more, he rips off your blouse with such force it startles you. He has never shown you such strength. “I’m sorry, but I need you naked. I promise I will go slower” he assures you, breathing so hastily. Arousal is consuming his brain, not even his peaceful mind can stop him.

Your eyes soften. “Make love to me, yes?” you dare to ask. You have never called sex this way with him. And frankly you were scared… Visnmoke Ichiji making love to a woman?

He exhales, letting the excess arousal out his mind for some seconds. He pulls down, delicately and carefully your pants and spreads your legs so that you could rest them on top of his thighs as he kneels in between them. “I will… of course I will make love to you. Are you comfortable this way?” he asks. It’s been a while since he has touched your body. Whenever your belly grew larger, he stopped approaching you like during endless nights of the first months. You really thought of him not being attracted; but you were wrong. It was how much he was attracted to the changes of your body that he was scared of hurting your baby and you.

But he can’t stop himself no more. And frankly, you can’t either.

“I am more than comfortable, daddy” you murmur, mesmerized at such change in attitude… after all, Ichiji has always been a sweet man… you only had to have the power to break such hard exoskeleton…

He lowers his pants, just enough to expose a hard, desperate, so needy sex. “I was desperate for this… all this months…” he says, showing you that he didn’t need, nor he didn’t resort to other women that wasn’t you.

You receive him in your arms, and while he slides in slow motion inside you he nests his head in your chest. Sexy, loving thrusts fill your void while you kiss his forehead. He attaches himself again to your nipples, sucking so deliciously while pumps in and on out of you.

Slowly, and surely. Steadily, and constantly. His breath warming your saliva coated breasts, the tiny semi white drop running from the commissure of his mouth, the way you both spasm… ecstasy, rapture. Exploding in orgasmic kisses, hastily breathing, filling you up, coming so gloriously…

“Are you ok? Does anything hurt? You want me to bring the doctor?” he asks, as he rests with his cheek squeezed against your belly.

“I’m totally fine. You took care of me like anybody could have. Thank you so much” you whisper, tracing circles with your palm on his bruised back. He had been trying to get a lot stronger to protect his coming child, you can tell.

“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you… is your swelling better?” he inquires, shyly. His cheeks becoming almost as red as his hair. Who would have known a Vinsmoke prince is able to blush that way?

You smile. Your swelling is indeed better, you feel a lot more relaxed… because you have chosen the right daddy…

A heartless prince they say, not for you, of course. But underneath that strong armor, his heart all, belongs to you ~

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pxison asked: (Reiju coming in hot with the rizz) ❛  do you realize how beautiful you are when you orgasm?  ❜ 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 (Still Accepting!)

Cheeks flushed, gaze unfocused, chest heaving with every gasping breath, and black curls strewn across the pillow, it took Ikkaku a moment to register Reiju's compliment as she came down from the high of the mind-blowing orgasm the other woman had given her. God damn, the princess knew how to use a strap-on better than some men knew how to use their own dicks. The engineer was damn lucky.

"Ah~ I figured I looked sexy, not beautiful," she finally gasped out, wiping sweat off her brow, smiling. She gazed up at the gorgeous women above her. Perhaps wanting to see how "beautiful" Ikkaku was when she came was why she'd opted for missionary. It wasn't Ikkaku's usual position of choice, but she was starting to get the appeal. She just wished she could return the favor.

Her sensitive walls clenched around the silicon cock still inside her, and Ikkaku grinned up at Reiju. Fuck, she was beyond gorgeous. Beyond anything mere words could describe, really. Sexy as hell, elegant, seductive, beautiful; all of them just feel short in her head when she tried to come up with a compliment in return. So she supposed she'd have to thank her with actions instead of words. Good thing the hotel was secluded and far away from any interruptions so they had all night to appreciate each other's beauty.

"Want to see it again?" she purred, reaching up to cup the princess' breasts, then slide down to grab her hips. She gave Reiju's perfect ass an appreciative squeeze. "Maybe from a different angle? Because I think I'd be even prettier riding that cock you're rocking. Or maybe we could get a mirror set up so you can watch me from behind. Maybe I'll even get to see your face too, if I'm lucky."

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Requesting Rules

Just things I'm comfortable or uncomfortable writing:

Uncomfortable with (topics):

Incest / incest play (I include ASL brothers together)

Non-con / rape / coercing / manipulating reader into sex/ dub-con (CNC depends on the request. Consent is huge for me)

Scat / piss play

Pregnancy sexual situations (I'll do fluffy headcanons of x reader when pregnant, and breeding kinks)

ignoring safewords

dystopian au (nothing against it personally, just not my thing)

yandere

Manipulative character pairings (like purposely manipulative psychos in a relationship)

BIG age gaps (e.g. Garp x reader in 20's)

Father figures x characters

Comfortable with:

Smut (except for the stuff listed above) including multiple person scenarios, M/M!reader, F/F!reader, BDSM

Fluff

Miscommunication / jealousy

Tropes (you can pry the one bed trope and the "creepy guy won't leave _ alone so _ helps" trope from my cold, dead hands)

other au's (yesss gimme a challenge, let my imagination go wild)

Angst (either between characters or if reader/character is suffering mentally)

Angst and fluff

Fluff and smut (my FAVE)

Humor (I'll try, okay? I think I'm HILARIOUS but some other people don't)

Holiday centric pieces (I am pagan, but am familiar with Christian holidays and comfortable writing about it. I would love to write about introducing characters to pagan holidays :). Also like Valentines day, St. Patricks, etc.)

Dialogue prompts

Action/fight scenes

Uncomfortable with (Characters/pairings):

Crocodile

Doflamingo and his family (EXCEPT Corazon<3)

Ceasar

Gecko Moria

Blackbeard

Marine admirals/Garp (all but specified marines below)

Most of the supernova (EXCEPT. Kid, Luffy, Law)

Kaido

Yamato (just haven’t met him yet)

Vinsmoke Judge

Gol D Roger (haven’t met him much yet)

OC's

Comfortable with (Characters)

For anything (Including smut)

Strawhats:

Monster Trio (foursome, threesome, or single pairings x reader)

Nami

Robin

Usopp

Marines:

Koby

Smoker

Others:

Kid

Law

Corazon

Killer

Mihawk

Ace

Marco

Sabo

Katakuri

Reiju Vinsmoke

Ichiji, niji, yonji vinsmoke (pure smut only)

Rayleigh

Fluff only (includes romantic fluff unless stared otherwise)

Straw hats:

Franky

Jinbe

Chopper (NO ROMANCE SCENARIOS)

Brook

Marines:

Garp (same ish age romance scenarios only)

Others:

Any of the mink tribe (including Bepo)

Boa Hancock

Any characters that are not in this list you can ask about, even when my requests are closed :)

Note: I always try to write my pieces to where the reader is described as vaguely as possible to reach the widest audience. Chubby? Amazing, and easy to imagine (stronk anime men). Black? Yes please, and no description of skin color (why I always use ‘heat’ or 'flush’ instead of 'turning red’). Small titties on a fem reader? Love it, and the size isn’t described. The only thing that might not be applicable is that I have characters touching your hair, which doesn’t apply to my badass bald bitches or to anyone who covers their hair as part of their religion. HOWEVER if people want, I can change/remove those parts for any fics they request or add any traits.