#sanji has a tongue ring

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I have found the fabled ✨️Tongue Ring✨️ and slowed it down and enhanced the quality as much as I could

I swear I'm not hyperfixating

But anyway Sanji has a tongue ring (most likely frenulum still he has a mfing tongue ring okay) it's canon now my mind is made up

[eelnoise]

nye kisses!

gn!reader ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, usopp, and law!

started as a little drabble for zoro (which i think i may post separately anyway), ended up wanting to do a little head canoning w/ some more guys for some smoochin!

cw: mostly fluff, a teensy bit steamy in w/ law.

Luffy

Has already kissed you 30 times already.

Curls himself around your body and plants messy kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips - whatever he can get his mouth on.

Actually forgets to kiss you when the clock strikes midnight! He's too entranced in the firework display that Franky put together.

When you gently remind him, he laughs out an apology.

Wraps his arms around you both a time or two before losing his balance - toppling onto the grass and covering your face in as many kisses as you want.

Zoro

Not a man for public displays of affection, Zoro starts the evening with no intention to kiss you in front of the crew.

Though as he watches you throughout the night, he reconsiders.

As the new year ticks over, he surprises you by reaching his hands out to cup your face to pull you into a loving kiss that you return in earnest.

The sole object of his focus, his palms fall from your face to enclose both arms around your middle as yours wrap around his shoulders.

When he releases you from his hold, his face is flushed, but he flashes you a loving grin before taking your hand in his, twisting around to sit on the foremast bench and pulling you into his lap.

He’d already kissed you, right? What's a little more?

Sanji

Sanji tries really, really hard not to kiss you before midnight.

Will rush to refill a drink or a snack when he gets close to breaking.

Actually has enough self-control to keep himself from smothering you in affection, surprising you both.

Is almost too eager to finally kiss you when the countdown to midnight ends, quickly locking his lips to yours with a satisfied hum.

Lets the kiss linger, only breaking it when you gently tap at his chest. Pouts a little about it.

Though a quick promise of more kisses later is enough to cheer him up.

Usopp

Super shy about kissing you in front of the others.

Claims he isn't, but you know him too well.

You hatch a small plan to slip away with him to the stern - far from prying eyes and safe from anyone's teasing. Even if they knew where you'd gone.

Quietly counts down with you, already has his hands entwined with yours.

As the others cheer and ring in the new year with excitement below, he leans in and captures you in a soft, gentle kiss and squeezes your palms to his.

You both giggle as your lips part, and Usopp's smile is so genuine and whole and so full of love for you that you can't help but kiss him again. And again. And again.

Law

Absolutely does not want to kiss you in front of the others.

Hovers at your side regardless, content to just be in your presence amongst the rabble of the festivities.

Fireworks launch high into the air as midnight comes, and with the crew distracted by the lights and fire in the sky, Law takes the opportunity to sneak you both away.

With a quick, hushed whisper of "Room! Shambles!" you're transported to your quarters with the door already locked behind you.

Law kisses you so intensely and so passionately that you feel lightheaded, and in the privacy you've been given he doesn't hesitate to deepen it further.

Tongues entwine, hands roam, and breathless sighs of absolute devotion fill the air between you.

He breaks the intimate embrace for just a moment to wish you a happy New Year before continuing right where he left off, luring you both into the beginnings of a very good night.

[paperultra]

service with a smile!

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 1,726 words Warnings: Swearing, violence, verbally/physically abusive customer, reader has a brief panic attack

eccedentesiast (noun): someone who fakes a smile

It’s six-thirty in the evening at the Baratie. The customers are ravenous, the kitchen is in the weeds, and you’re wearing a snake-like trail into the floor of the restaurant delivering drinks and dishes when the sound of snapping fingers pricks your ears.

“Waiter!”

Twisting your neck around, you spot the man at table four waving you over.

You quickly make your way to him with a bright smile. “Yes? What can I do for you?”

The man gestures to the plate in front of him, disgust clear on his face. “I said I wanted my steak medium-well.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” you reply. Leaning over slightly to check, your eyebrows knit together as you stare at the slice of meat pushed to the edge of the plate. “… It seems to be medium-well, though?”

“No,” he snaps. Light glints sharply off the many rings on his fingers as he pointedly prods at the center of the slice with his knife. “It still has some pink in it, see? I can’t eat this.”

“Well, sir,” you mentally roll your eyes up to the ceiling, though your gaze remains attentive and apologetic, “Here in our restaurant, medium-well steak will still have a little bit of pink. We could bring it back to the kitchen and have it cooked until it’s well done, if you’d like. It’d take no more than five minutes.”

“I don’t like well done steak. It’s too dry.”

Oh, god.

“I see. Well, we could still bring it back to the kitchen and see what the cooks can do.”

The man clicks his tongue. “Fucking hell.” Sneering, he drops his steak knife and pushes the plate towards you. “Fine. Go. I’m not paying if you guys fuck it up again.”

“We’ll do our best.” Fuck you.

Nodding deferentially, you scoop up the plate and head off to the kitchen, smiling all the while.

“Carne!” you announce after you kick open the door, setting the steak on the pass and leaning over to catch the attention of the rotisseur. “Customer at table four says your steak is shit.”

“What?!”

“He wants it medium-well with no pink at all.” Carne swears and stomps over to fetch the steak. A slight movement in the corner catches your eye, and you look over at Sanji, who’s already looking at you as he pulls his suit jacket on. “Hey, chef.” A genuine grin stretches your face. “The old man kick you off the line again?”

“He slated my mixed paella,” Sanji replies, no small amount of irritation in his voice. It melts away quickly as he smirks and sends a wink your way. “But I’ll be seeing more of you out there, so maybe I should count my blessings.”

“There’s certainly one at table four right now.” Balancing three plates for table seven on one arm, you grab the fourth with your free hand.

Sanji hurries to hold the door open for you, frowning through the thank-you that flies from your mouth. “What else did they say?” he asks seriously. “Do they need to be kicked out?”

Despite the rush, your heart finds the time to skip a beat.

“Nah, not yet,” you assure. “Now hurry up!”

“[Y/n] –”

“Bye!”

As you pass him, your head held high, you hear Sanji sigh and chuckle in resignation.

You deliver the plates and check back with guests who have already gotten their food before returning to the kitchen. Table four’s well done medium-well steak with no pink is on the pass already when you go in, freshly garnished and by all appearances even more gorgeous than before.

Raising your eyebrows, you whistle. “Thanks, Carne! Love you!” you shout over the din of cooks before grabbing the plate.

“Kiss my ass!”

You laugh. One of the other waiters wishes you luck and pats your back as you exit.

You waste only a brief moment just outside the kitchen to take a deep breath and scan the restaurant. Sanji is at the far end, refilling waters and likely charming the eyelashes off a table of giggling young women. You’d kill to be on either side right now.

Closing your eyes, you recite the Baratie’s fourth employee guideline and then smile, stepping out into the dining area and walking over to table four.

The customer is God.

“Here you go, sir,” you say, placing the plate before him. “I’m sor –”

“This looks like shit.” The man hardly glances at the steak Carne had so painstakingly reprepared, choosing instead to glare at you. “I waited five whole minutes for this?”

The customer. Is. God.

Your teeth hurt. “Our rotisseur put in his best work to fix the mistake.”

“Well, he should be fired on the spot.”

“If you would just try it –”

The man suddenly slams his fist on the table and stands up, his face red, grabbing the attention of the surrounding guests as he throws the plate onto the ground.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WAITER!”

His hairy, meaty hand seizes the collar of your uniform.

Your perfect smile slips off your face.

“Get your hand off of me.”

The man doesn’t listen. He raises his other fist and swings it at your mouth instead.

You pull him down and knee him in the face before he even realizes that you’ve dodged.

Crunch. Warm blood splatters over your carefully ironed slacks.

“Augh!”

The man’s hands fly up to his nose. You shove him face-down to the ground and press your knee into his back, yanking his head up by his hair.

“I asked you to taste your fucking steak,” you breathe, tightening your grip. “I didn’t ask you to FUCKING TOUCH ME. OKAY?”

His groan bubbles quietly through bloodied teeth.

Your ears ring. You’re cold and your head is numb and your heart is racing, and you’re breathing, but it feels like you’re not getting enough air. You don’t move a muscle.

Above you, muffled and buried underwater, someone calls out your name.

A hand rubs your back gently. Your name is murmured again, and you finally blink, slowly twisting around to look up at Sanji.

“I think he got the message, sweetheart. Come on. The old man’ll take care of the rest.”

He places his hand over yours, coaxing you to let go of the man’s hair. It hurts, but you do it, and Sanji helps you stand afterwards.

“Come on,” he whispers. “We’ll wash dishes together until you feel better.”

“You’re supposed to be waiting tables,” you mumble. Your mouth is dry.

“You know I hate doing that anyway.”

He tucks you underneath his arm. You push your face into the front of his suit and smell the traces of his last smoke break as he guides you to the kitchen.

Washing dishes is a ritual you’ve had since you were a kid. While Sanji’s punishments had been anything that prevented him from cooking or flirting, yours were limited to washing dishes. You loathed the chore, and Zeff took note and made sure to stick you at the sinks whenever you got into trouble. You’d curse and splash and generally be a pain in the ass to the rest of the kitchen, but you scrubbed the dishes pretty damn well, and within an hour or two your anger would fizzle out and you’d be back to your usual self.

Over time, the chore became something that grounded you whenever you weren’t feeling too hot. It kept your hands busy, and sometimes Sanji would join you to chat and complain until Zeff decided that the two of you were just a little too happy in his kitchen and kicked one or both of you out.

“Washing or drying?” Sanji asks. He had tossed his jacket somewhere while you were thinking and is now holding out an apron for you to take.

“Washing.” You slip the apron on and roll up your sleeves.

Nobody bothers you or Sanji as you start working. You use a generous amount of soap, let the water heat up until it almost scalds your skin, and scrub each plate and bowl and utensil and glass until they’re better than new. Then you hand it off to Sanji, who carefully dries each item and puts them aside.

Eventually, you find your voice again.

“Sorry you had to come over and get me. I thought I could handle it.”

“No, I should’ve been there before it got too bad. I’m sorry.” Sanji meets your eyes, and his gaze softens into something sad. “What happened?”

Your shrug is so small you almost don’t feel it. “I was fine when he was yelling at me. But when he grabbed me by the collar, I just – I dunno. It surprised me real bad.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. Just wrinkled my shirt.” You bend your knee, feeling the stiffness of dried blood on your slacks, and pout. “And stained my pants.”

“He didn’t even land a hit, at the very least,” Sanji says. A corner of his mouth tilts up. “I’ve got to say, I’m quite impressed.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I impressed Black Leg Sanji by kneeing a customer in the face?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you fight a customer. You usually calm them right down.”

“Well, this one was a real shitbag. I’m surprised I haven’t had to do it sooner, to be honest.”

He shakes his head. “It shouldn’t be something you should ever have to do,” he tells you. “Not while I’m here. If I ever see that bastard again, I swear I’ll kill him.”

“My hero,” you say with a smile, kicking up one foot.

Sanji winks at you and, with towel and dish in hand, leans over slightly to kiss the side of your head. It’s an innocent and playful thing he’s started doing as of late, and it certainly has no underlying meaning whatsoever, so you make a show of scrunching up your face like you always do. You swear that your face only feels hot because of the steam.

“Until my dying breath,” he says softly.

Oh. It’s not so funny anymore.

You flick bubbles at him and resume washing the dishes. Sanji grins and resumes drying, and if you scoot closer until you feel his arm brush yours with every movement, well – that’s nobody’s business but yours.

[chrollohearttags]

french tips • sanji x black!fem reader

your new nail tech suddenly becomes your favorite after an appointment you’ll never forget!

nail tech!sanji, modern au, him being a gentleman ofc (he’s not a perv in this, hadn't watched the live action but from clips, taz seems a lot more charming so that’s who i'm going with! 😭) massage, handjob, foot and nipple play, service dom, fingering, squirting, calls reader miss + my dear, praise kink, says good girl a couple times, sanji has a tongue ring

word count: 2.5K

whoever sent this idea, thank you for your contribution. I don’t know if you are being serious or facetious but either way, you have awoken something in me. sanji fuckers, come get y’all’s juice!!

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you were a little hesitant…downright apprehensive even. You’d been coming to this shaking for years and each time, you sat in the same chair, got nearly the same services and entrusted your beauty needs to the same hands. “I’m sorry, (y/n). She’s on vacation right now and won’t be back for at least three weeks.” “I understand but I wish she would’ve told me before I booked the appointment..” you were flustered and rather frustrated to boot..you had an important event coming up and the last thing you needed was your routine disrupted. It was already enough chaos in your hectic life! But nail tech!sanji was willing to swoop in and make things easier.

“Miss, if you don’t mind..I’d be more than happy to help you today. My next appointment isn’t for a few hours so I’ve got plenty of time to get everything taken care of.”

nail tech!sanji, who’d been an esthetician and licensed massage therapist for years, had just begun working there but his work and reputation far preceded longevity at this particular shop. The man was an absolute master at his craft and his catalog spoke for itself. He had won competitions, curated some of the most beautiful designs you’ve ever seen and worked with absolute proficiency. “Is there a specific design you’re looking for?” nail tech!sanji had also mastered the art of de-escalating tense situations. When working around women and people who did not play when it came to their appearances, he knew one wrong move could result in his head or termination so he was flawless in his final product..left with no other choice, you’d accept nail tech!sanji’s generous offer. “Fine. But if you screw up one thing on these nails, I’m done with this shop for good.” but little did you know, you’d be so glad that you did take the services from him! nail tech!sanji, who’s work area was absolutely spotless, smelled of vanilla incense and looked so out together, it shocked you. “I find vanilla helps soothe the senses…makes you feel a lot more relaxed. Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you and if at any time, I do anything wrong, you let me know. Okay, miss?” nail tech!sanji, who looked better suited for a repair shop with his tattoos, blonde wefts and tongue ring, certainly took you by surprise. He was gentle, attentive and made certain that you were comfortable. “Can I offer you some water? Or perhaps something else to drink?” As the nail salon you frequented also doubled as a bar. “No alcohol for me today, please. I drove. I’ll just take the water..” nail tech!sanji, who noticed that you were still nervous, decided to take your hand and redirect that tension.

“So tell me about this event. I’d love to hear about it if you don’t mind.” nail tech!sanji, who was not only kind but handsome and rather charming to boot. He had a great sense of humor and was very quick witted..this man who was all but a stranger thirty minutes ago, had you laughing and fanning yourself as he dabbed balls of acrylic onto your nails and sculpted your tips to perfection. nail tech!sanji, who did thorough work whilst also listening to you attentively as you divulged about your career and how you were going to be attending a gala for the company’s sponsors. “Sounds like it’s a room full of snobs.” “You don’t know the half but hey, they keep my bills paid so I can’t complain too much, I guess.” nail tech!sanji, who was absolutely smitten by you, couldn’t stop staring from across the table as he gently kneaded lotion into your hands. His touch was so soft and inviting, making you wish he’d never pull away. It didn’t help matters that he was so damn attractive! nail tech!sanji, who made your nails look the best they ever had, was pleased to see the smile on your face after he finished!

“..only the best for a valued customer and such a beauty at that. I do aim to please.” “I’d say you exceeded that. Thank you, mr. sanji..they’re gorgeous.” “Thank you for allowing me to take care of you. I’m honored.”

nail tech!sanji, who wasn’t quite ready to part ways with the gorgeous woman he’d come to be acquainted with, decided that he would take on all of your services today. Including your pedicure and massage…nail tech!sanji, who saw that you opted for the deluxe package, whisked you away to the private room with the entire setup. Something you’d always paid for. A massage bed in the corner and the pedicure chair with a tub full of milky liquid and rose petals scattered about…soft, ambient music playing from the speakers and waves displayed on a mounted television screen crashed around. It was so peaceful and just what you needed for the long week ahead and the one you’d just gone through. nail tech!sanji, who rolled up his sleeves as he sat down to work on your feet, made you chew at your bottom lip..weirdly enticed by the sight of his veins protruding from his forearms. But that wasn’t the only reason…he’d soak your heels and work on each one as the other marinated in the softening solution. nail tech!sanji, who delicately massaged up and down those calves, couldn’t help but to chuckle when he felt you slightly tremble yet again when he began to gently knead his fingers into your pressure points, causing you to melt right there! “Looks like someone enjoyed that. You’re really tense for some reason, miss..something on your mind?” Trying to feign the embarrassment of admitting that not only were slightly turned on by how gently this man handled you but the fact that beneath that skin tight sundress, you weren’t wearing any panties, as you had just come from your wax appointment before arriving here and he was seconds from getting an eyeful! “N-no, I’m fine. Just feels really good.” “Well that’s all I want to hear.” nail tech!sanji, who was quick to sense the energy shift, went to retrieve your polish of choice after rubbing your legs down in lotion and wrapping them in warm towels.

“White toes..good choice. And a personal favorite on a lady too.” “You’re a man of good taste then. I like that.” Causing the blonde to blush a bit himself..as he could tell you weren’t exactly some scared little girl. You were a grown woman..who was strong, handled her business and always got her way. Just his type! nail tech!sanji, who set up for your final service as he allowed your toes to cure under the gel lamp, began to dim the lights and lay out all his materials. Knowing that you were watching him carefully…snaking his tongue out intermittently to reveal that steel ball stuck between it. Not to mention the silver bands wrapped around his perfectly manicured fingers.

“..can I have you remove your clothes and wrap yourself in the towel, please? I can step out for a moment and you just let me know when you’re ready..” helping you from your seat as he removed that lamp and grasped your hand..this man was the epitome of a perfect gentleman and you were becoming more and more ecstatic that you had decided to come in today. But unbeknownst, the best was yet to come..nail tech!sanji, who’d stepped back in to find you lying across the table on your stomach, a single towel covering your frame and ready for him to work his magic. nail tech!sanji, who had to all but bite his fist to restrain himself as he inched closer and prepared to make you feel the best you had in ages…warming a palmful of oil as he rubbed them together. Waiting in anticipation, you’d glance back and be greeted with a smirk. When he began to knead your muscles with those strong hands, your body would immediately melt within his grasp. So carefully working out all the sores and kinks that had mounted throughout the stressful work week. Meetings, business negotiations, dinners with your bosses…it was all taking its toll. But if anyone could put you at ease, it was nail tech!sanji..

“How are we feeling, my dear?..”

“Amazing..you’re really good at this..”

and luckily for you, this wasn’t even the beginning. Because as he kept going, (y/n) began to release soft whimpers in response to those subtle touches. Chewing at your lower lip, you’d allow your mind to escape to a place that it should not have been. Abashedly, you didn’t want to admit it but it’d been quite some time since a man had touched you, less known, made you feel this damn good! It was apparent that he was no amateur..in many ways than once. “Mmmm…like that.” The words slipped out subconsciously but it didn’t even phase nail tech!sanji, he just chuckled and kept going. Everytime he moved, he questioned and asked for your permission to place his hands lower. By the time he reached your lower back, you’d let him know it was quite alright to do as he pleased. “Please…keep going. You know what to do..” you were never a promiscuous woman by any means but you were the kind to have your way..when you wanted it. And what you wanted right now…was for him to give in to his desires and take you right there!

“In that case…flip over f’r me and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” The sexual tension that had accrued between you two was undeniable and neither of you were interested in playing coy. So with the command being whispered into your ear, causing a shudder to run down your spine, you’d follow his command and turn over to lie on your back, exposing your breasts. He couldn’t help but to subtly grunt at the sheer sight of those erect, dark hues nipples and toned tummy. The only thing making it better was the glass colored liquid pooling across it and spreading as he rubbed it in. Your brown skin glistening underneath the hue of auburn lighting.. “..there we are..much better.” nail tech!sanji took his sweet time in caressing your body. Honing in on your stiff little buds and watching you squirm. Your dark eyes glaring through him with unadulterated lust. Especially when he’d wash his hands off and proceed to go lower beneath that cloth covering your upper thighs. “You sure know how to work your hands..” “I’m only getting started, my love. Just keep your eyes on me and don’t move…” his dominance was not only attractive but captivating. You needed him more than he could imagine! So much so, you’d reach over to grasp for his clothed erection that was growing from the confines of his pants. But nail tech!sanji was quick to halt you, gently clutching your wrist.

“Aht..not yet, gorgeous. It’s my turn.” Chuckling as he commanded you to lean up so you could watch his every movement. He’d part your legs as he kept an arm cradled behind your shoulders and the other between your thighs, working those nimble fingers on your sensitive spot. “Oh my gosh..” “…mmph, you’re soaking, pretty girl.” watching you writhe and whimper as those digits circulated your clit. nail tech!sanji, who latched his lips around your nipples and suckled as he moved about, working them inside of you..whispering into your ear, marking your throat with kisses and filling your head with sweet nothings as he clutched his hand around it. “Ooh..you needed this, didn’t you?…yeah, I know. Just need someone to take care of you every once in a while.” Pegging you to a tee..so independent and headstrong that sometimes, you forgot what it felt like to be spoiled. Clutching around his knuckles, you’d grasp for his arm and hold onto it as your lips met in passionate pecks. Exchanging saliva and whimpers in the process. Tasting one another as the kisses deepened. Sensing that mounting ball of pleasure forming in your core, he’d curl his index and middle digits to work that orgasm out of you. “Good girl..there you go. Keep fucking my fingers. Just like that..get yourself off..” nail tech!sanji, who was practically yearning to bury himself inside of your pussy, could no longer fight his own urges and gave you permission to stroke his cock, shuffling his waistband around to remove it. “Mmph, damn…” “..like what you see, miss?” Knowing that you were taken aback by his size and length. A glowing red tip with precum seeping out..you’d carefully take into your grasp as you stroked that shaft. You’d pleasure each other through lilted moans and stifled cries. Practically shoving your tongue down the other’s throats as you brought each other to ecstasy. “Should I speed up? I can if you need me to..” but you’d quickly decline, finding that the pace was perfect. He was equally as needy but his resolve outweighed his pleasure at the moment and he was determined to let you get yours before his own. Which wasn’t too far away..

“You wanna come, beautiful? It’s okay, you can tell me.” “Y-yes! Please, Sanji..” and with that, he commanded your release with a sharp tug upward and a quickened flick of his wrist..you’d finally cave and release. Letting out loud whimpers, along with a stream of juices, that soaked the table and your quivering thighs. nail tech!sanji, who enjoyed the sight of watching you writhe from his volition, was quick to get a sample of the mess he contributed to. Moving down your torso with the swipe of his tongue piercing, grazing your skin; lapping up those sweet juices from your center down to your thighs..leaving a trail of kisses in his wake until he reached your calves and feet. nail tech!sanji, who’d place those freshly done toes into his mouth, sucking them momentarily as he concluded your massage.

“So..did I do a good job, my love? Satisfied with your service today?” Receiving by far the best compliment he’s ever gotten when you snatched him down and made out with him once more. Showing your gratitude. “I’ll take that as a yes..” giggling with him as the two of you came down from your climatic bliss.

y/n, who was apprehensive before coming in here, was now leaving happier than ever. And nail tech!sanji, who had never picked favorites among his clients, was now looking forward to your next appointment!

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tagging: @lotus-flower-writes @spaceforher @highpri3stess @themagnificentgoat @ichigosluvrr @ladymomo

[bidisastersanji]

Thanks to everyone who screamed in the tags and asked for a part two of the Roronoa “I learned French just to overhear if my crush likes men” Zoro” story. 🤡 Part one here. And a million thanks to @inoreuct for the help 🙏 You can also read it on AO3 here if you prefer. Edit: Part three here, part four here

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"WHY ARE SWORDS WOMEN!???"  

"Calm down, Roronoa. They’re not women, they’re just a feminine word."

Zoro digs the palm of his hands into his eyes, hunching over the big dinner table in this godforsaken mansion on this godforsaken island. How had it come to this? He was supposed to be training to become the world’s greatest swordsman … and here he was. Stuck learning inanimate objects’ stupid imaginary gender and whatever the hell kind of tense “ plus-que-parfait ” (more-than-perfect) is.  

Scattered around him are French grammar, spelling and exercise books, loose papers and empty glasses of wine. Sadly, not his own. His stupid dad mentor had decided that he was banned from drinking from his private cellars until daily lessons had ended.   

Dracule Mihawk. Hawkeye. Renowned monster powerhouse, the world’s greatest swordsman, a feared warlord…is sat in reading glasses, correcting his pronunciation and teaching him the most vexing language on the planet: French.  

“Are you quite finished making a scene? I’ve stopped talking exclusively French to you for many months now. Be grateful.”   

Zoro presses his lips together tightly to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret. It wouldn’t do him or his crew any good to lose this opportunity to learn from the best. After the salt-shaker incident, Mihawk, quickly followed by Perona-who only wishes misery upon him- only responded to him if he spoke his broken French to them and would only speak to him in that tongue in return. His already impossibly difficult swords lessons… challenges? Whatever one would call the hellish training regimens the warlord put him through became even more impossible now that he couldn’t even understand the instructions. After a few too many close calls and instances of French being shouted at him louder and louder (saying it louder won’t make him magically understand), Mihawk changed tactics and decided to teach him the academic way instead, in the evenings after supper. Suppers which definitely didn’t leave him longing for someone else’s cooking.   

Supposedly surprised at his silence (with this man, there’s no way to really tell for sure what could be going through his mind), Mihawk lowers his glasses and takes a long look at him. “And how is your reading coming along?”  

Seated across from him and eating her dessert, Perona gives a loud snort, choking a bit on her strawberry shortcake. Her ever-present floating ghosts laugh a little louder, covering her badly stifled laughter as she purses her lips.   

Zoro glares daggers at her, neck and ears flushing intensely. “It’s going… fine .”  

In reality, his reading isn’t going “fine”. The Manor’s entire west wing is filled to the brim with the most boring, coma-inducing, self-aggrandising books on philosophy, French cuisine, land management, architecture and theology, all written in chicken scratch, old timey French. Zoro had tried his hand at reading one that seemed perhaps less bad than the others, but on his tenth try at staying awake on reading the third page describing the gothic stone arches of a church- he gave up. It felt more painstaking to spend one more second looking at another page of that book than getting sliced open by Mihawk so many months ago.   

In the pits of his désespoir, his guard was down, and his alarm bells didn’t ring when Perona innocently approached him and handed him a book that looked markedly different from the rest of Mihawk’s collection. At a second glance, he realized that he’d seen that book on Sanji’s hammock-side barrel before, recognizing the distinctive lettering of “Harlequin editions” on the spine.  

“Here. I’m taking pity on you. Mihawk has a secret stash of these in his personal library. They’re easier to read and will get the job done. You need to meet a quota of one a week, right?”  

Out of options, Zoro silently accepted the book and retreated to his quarters. If it was good enough for the cook (and Perona?), it would be good enough for him.   

His suspicions should have risen from the moment he recognised it was a work of fiction- unlike every single book he’d come across here. But no , studious mindset activated and with a dictionary on hand for any word he might not know, it took him longer than he’d care to admit to realise this was a romance book. And not just any romance book- a ludicrously explicit book detailing many, many scandalous trysts between a dark, mysterious, broody vampire and his parade of beautiful, lithe and oh-so-flirtatious nobles of all genders. He had to stop and put the book down several times, too flustered from explicit descriptions of passionately taking people against cold stone walls, bending them over various pieces of antique furniture and even tying them to extravagant four poster beds. It was too much for the poor swordsman to handle.  

It was mainly the thought of the pervy cook reading this… it stirred something low within him, his thoughts running wild at the natural implication that the scenarios held within the worn pages- the rough, possessive, teasing, kinky and playful sexual acts- were all things that Sanji had read. And enjoyed. Multiple times if his memory served him right. Sanji owned this book, which meant that this was something that… aroused him. Face like a furnace and heart beating wildly, Zoro tugged at his hair, unable to cope with this new information nor the inappropriate thoughts and images his mind was conjuring involving a certain sharp-tongued blonde, his powerful thighs and unfairly biteable neck. He could almost see his fiery blue eye boring adversarially into his own, a cheeky smirk that was just begging to be kissed off-   

Zoro snapped the book shut.  

Fuck .  

After an uncomfortably sweaty night and a glacial shower, it was only at breakfast that further implications finally clicked for the rattled swordsman. The lewd book had come, as Perona had put it, from Mihawk’s secret stash .   

One: the book was Mihawk’s. That dawning realisation alone froze Zoro mid-chew, and he decided then and there that he would never be able to look the older man in the eye ever again. At least not in the same way.   

I know what you are   

It wasn’t difficult to make the connection between the book’s owner, a pale, recluse, wine drinking man in a manor and the book’s main vampire. Two: this was from a stash . Meaning there would be many, many more of these books in the manor. Three, because of the nature of his mentor’s “official” library (unreadable), he will de facto have to keep reading bodice-rippers for well over a year and inevitably assimilate the raunchiest, most useless lexicon known to man, in what some people call the language of love. Wonderful. Despite himself, Zoro knew he’d already memorized at least three different ways to refer to male genitalia, and that was just from reading one of those little fuckers.  

Weeks, months pass, and boy had Zoro been right. And annoyingly, so had Mihawk, on how reading would drastically improve his French. (If Robin could see him now…) The smutty books came and went, courtesy of Perona, and his reliance on his dictionary diminished. As the books’ premises plunged deeper and deeper into unspeakable domains, Zoro made the firm decision to stop asking questions. For the sake of his sanity. He never again wanted Perona to share her thoughts on the "thematic beauty of the monster fucker genre". He would never fully recover from the hour-long exposé she made him on ABO dynamics. Nor could he ever recover from the knowledge that all these novels came from Dracule Mihawk’s private library .   

He now knew way too much about Mihawk's kinks and sexual tastes in men, and he wished to believe in a god so he could pray to never have to address this with the man within his life. Ever.  

Which is why he's currently sweating bullets at Mihawk's inquiry into his latest reads, and why Perona is looking at him like the cat that ate the canary.   

Eyes darting between his two guests, the warlord's lips tug at their corners in something resembling a smile.   

"I take it you haven't found the sword fighting books yet then?"  

The what.   

Zoro promptly chokes on his saliva, coughing aggressively into his fist, his remaining eye bulging in surprise.  

"Yes, did Perona not tell you? All the baking books in the French cuisine section actually hold sword forms and techniques. My boy, what have you been reading?"   

—/

Sanji had maybe had just a few too many drinks tonight. His face feels warm, his limbs are nice and relaxed- if still a bit sore from the battle- and his tongue is a little loose. He knows it's one too many when it takes him a couple of sentences to realise he and Robin are speaking French together, and he's grateful for the unconscious switch when he faintly registers that Zoro is sat not very far, by himself, just across the campfire.  

That was a close one.   

Robin prods him for more information on his one-night stands, and who is he to deny a lady, really? He feels the words spill from his mouth like boiling water overflowing from a pot. He hears his voice confess a truth he's not let himself face for years and blames the wine.  

"En vrai ce n'est pas qu'ils ne sont pas satisfaisants... c'est qu'ils ne sont jamais...assez. "   

The cook swims in half-forgotten memories of one night stands he sought out on lonely evenings at random ports. Of fumbling hands and desperate kisses, of leaving before the sun has even risen, of cold sheets and empty beds in the morning... Sanji doesn't like the bitter taste his admittance leaves in his mouth, nor the way his chest feels just a little tighter. He knows what his love-starved self really wants, what he craves most of all... is the stupidly perfect man sitting across the fire. Like a moth to a flame, he yearns to know what it would feel like. To matter . To be seen in all his flawed, weak existence, and not be thrown aside like the mistake he is. To be loved , cared for, cherished tenderly by someone as earnest and devoted as he knows the swordsman to be. It's with a bleeding heart that he finally voices his love, answering Robin on what would be enough.  

"Lui. "  

His finger taps the ash off his cigarette before taking another long, long drag. Forlorn, he tears his gaze away from Zoro and nearly startles at the sincere warmth he sees dancing in the archeologist's eyes.  

"Tu devrais lui dire ."  

(You should tell him.)  

Sanji laughs at that. "Mais bien sûr. J'vais me lever, me planter devant lui et tout lui avouer. "  

(But of course. I'll get up, walk right up to him and confess everything.)  

A beat. Robin impassively stares back at him. Sanji knows being a devil fruit eater isn't the only similarity between her and their captain. Their stubbornness is something he knows not to underestimate. He sighs and gulps the rest of his drink down. He must be out of his goddamn mind. And maybe a little drunker than he thought he was.   

"Je ne sais pas te dire non, ma chère Robin." She smiles. "Mais saches que tu n'as pas précisé dans quelle langue je devais lui parler. "  

(I don't know how to say no to you, my dear Robin. But please note that you didn't specify the language I should speak to him in.)  

Before she can charm him into switching to a language the Marimo understands, the cook is already skirting around the fire with slightly wobbly steps. If he can just keep his tone right, tinged with a bit of anger, then he can probably pull this off, he thinks.   

“You.” He points at Zoro accusingly.  

The mosshead turns to face him, an unreadable expression on his face. “Me?”   

Sanji doesn’t linger on it, all his mental capacity concentrating on making sure he uses French at the right moments.   

“Yes, you fucking ange tombé du ciel , I have some words for you. Some mots doux if you will, so just sit tight and listen. You owe me after I saved your ass earlier.”   

(Angel fallen from heaven; sweet words)  

Surprised that Zoro doesn’t contradict him on the “saving his ass” part, he doesn’t stop to think and squashes the little voice inside him that questions why he’s going through with this.  

Sanji fully planned on a heartfelt rant about all the idiot swordsman’s qualities- how unfair it is that he has it all. He really did. but he also feels a sudden shyness overtake him now that he’s standing in front of the idiot in question. To look Zoro in the eyes while saying such embarrassing, emotional shit won't do, and Sanji’s eyes make the mistake of looking down- only to be met with the tantalising sight of a broad, scarred chest and crossed arms that do nothing to hide the strong, corded muscle underneath. Oh, f uck me. His fake annoyance becomes partially real.  

"Enfoiré! comment jsuis supposé te résister, hein? "  He indignantly waves his cigarette around.  

(You bastard! How am I supposed to resist you, huh?)  

"Non mais vraiment- est ce que t’as la moindre idée de l’effet que t’as quand tu te balades torse nu sur le pont, tout dégoulinant de sueur? Ou de l’effet que les bruits que tu fait durant tes entraînements ont sur moi? J’ai qu’à fermer mes yeux et c’est- je…” he can feel his ears burning. Fuck it. Why not let it all out, he’ll feel better afterwards.  

( No, but really- do you have any idea of the effect you have when you walk shirtless on deck, dripping with sweat? Or how the noises you make during your workouts affect me? All I have to do is close my eyes and it's- I...)  

“Tu me rends fou. Après nos combats c’est si facile d’imaginer tes mains calleuses m’aggrippant possessivement, ta peau salée sur ma langue, ton torse haletant d’effort, ton regard enflammé -”   

( You drive me crazy. After our fights it's so easy to imagine your calloused hands gripping me possessively, your salty skin on my tongue, your torso panting with effort, your fiery gaze -)  

Still sat in front of Sanji, Zoro’s face is turning red and he’s shooting Sanji a heated look, no doubt irritated about being ranted at in French. Tough shit. Sanji wasn’t done.  

“T’es si favorisé par les dieux, je suis même sûr que ta bite est énorme. Et puis si tu savais ce que je te laisserais me faire- ” he rolls his eyes and snorts, hoping the exasperation part of his rant is convincingly coming through.  

(You're so favoured by the gods, I'm pretty sure you even have a huge dick. And if you knew what I'd let you do to me-)  

Zoro’s mouth parts in shock, and a small anxious thought crosses Sanji’s mind- but there’s absolutely no way in hell the shitty mosshead knows French. He would sooner know his left from his right.  

“Dis moi.” (Tell me.)  

“Tell you what, stupid marimo-” it takes a couple of seconds for the cook to comprehend what just happened, and a strangled noise crawls its way out of his throat. Everything comes to a halt, his world crumbles down. Oh no. Oh no .  

Zoro rises to his feet and steps into his space, a dangerously sinful grin across his face. At this point Sanji’s brain has fully stopped working, and it’s all he can do to gape stupidly back at him, face redder than it’s ever been.  

“Dis moi. ” he repeats, voice low and so foreign sounding as it tries to replicate the right intonation of Sanji’s mother tongue. “Ou si tu préfères je peux te dire ce que je voudrais bien te faire, moi.”   

( Tell me. Or if you prefer, I can tell you what I'd like to do to you.)  

Warm blood bursts forth from Sanji’s nose, and his world turns black. 

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Hi your so amazing I love your work so much I'm shamelessly the one who told you about Sanji's tounge ring 😭 I love how you write Mihwak, And Sanji and like all of the characters you write them so well! I hope everything in your life is getting better ❤️😳😳

Look first off you're amazing and

And second off, since it's taken me so long and I feel guilty about it, here are some of my headcanons about the Tongue Ring, as compensation, just off the top of my head right now.

Plus a gif for purely aesthetic purposes and not potentially weird simping ones

haha i lied it was totally for weird simping purposes

He pierced it when he was fourteen, rebellious ass teenager shit

He was thinking about piercing his nose but he figured Zeff would just rip that out and call him a moron

Tongue ring was harder to target, thought he was so clever honestly

Pierced it himself

Aaaand it got terribly infected

Horrible regret, can barely eat, and therefore barely cook effectively

Oh no? how to not die without telling adoptive chef-dad? PANICK

Tried to hide it by just not speaking and behaving himself for once

Zeff noticed in less than a day because Sanji always had some smart ass shit to spout off and was suddenly quiet

Total disappointed-sigh Dad-vibes from Zeff and "you just don't get it old man!" vibes from lil-Sanji

Zeff has to call a damned doctor and get antibiotics and he is honestly so tired help him

Once Sanji recovers he keeps the tongue ring obviously

One of Sanji's favorite passtimes quickly becomes clicking his tongue ring loudly against his teeth to annoy the everloving shit out of Zeff while Zeff is trying to plan orders/menus for Baratie

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey, may I please have Sanji, Zoro, and Law react to an S/O who usually walls around in an oversized t-shirt but like never wears pants? (Sfw and nsfw please)

A/N: Of course :) tysm for requesting!:) enjoy!

One Piece Men Seeing You Wearing Only Big Shirts (SFW & NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, & Law

CW: Gropping, Oral Sex, Fingering, Panty Stealing , Mutual Masturbation, Mentions of Sex, …and sex

Sanji

SFW

He finds it so hot lmao

He thinks it’s very cute too he really wants to hug you so badly Everytime he sees you walking around the ship in a big top whether it’s your pajamas or it’s your outerwear.

He did however spaz tf out when he found out you don’t like wearing pants

When you both decided to just share the same room he moved his clothes into your closet and didn’t see any jeans

“Y-N-chaaaan, where are your pants?”

“I don’t own any.”

Flipped him tf out you were so confused KEJSSHDJSJ

He loves seeing your legs so he really had no complaints

He loves how you manage to style the huge shirts when you guys go out

NSFW

You look so sexy to him when you fight

He’s bought you so many shirts that were oversized, but short JUST enough to where when you reach up or bend down he gets a beautiful view of your panties

You’ve noticed this so when you both are alone you started walking around him with no panties

“Y/N!” It was so cute seeing his heart eyes pop out viewing your cute cunt in his face from across the kitchen bending over the sink, but quickly shaking his head to hold your waist tightly as the stupid Marimo walked in.

“GET OUT, SHITTY SWORDSMAN!” His body was pretty much on top of your back as you were still bent over being shielded from any exposure. You smirked feeling his hard on rub against your clit ever so slightly.

“Stupid ass cook…” Zoro grumbled walking out. The second he was out of sight you turned to face him and crash your lips on to his, you grabbed his middle and ring finger and guided it to your damp slit rubbing it in sloppy circles.

You giggled looking up at him with big doe like eyes bitting your lip in excitement.Sanji started to nearly pant feeling how warm you felt, mouth gaped, before you pulled his fingers back out to suck and roll your tongue on them.

“Sanji….” You breathed out a moan popping his fingers out of your mouth. “You want me to help you with that?” You looked down at his visible hard on and palmed it gaining a broken hiss from the blonde.

It wasn’t too long of teasing until Sanji got on his knees and did more than just use his fingers in between your legs.

Zoro

SFW

He thinks you should just walk around shirtless like him lmao

He gives you the shirts he doesn’t wear anymore so you can sleep in

He thinks it’s odd you own NO pants, but doesn’t care too much to ask why

He really likes knowing that under that big shirt is a body of a goddess.

Sometimes when he is behind you he pulls your shirt back to see your true curves and embarrass you

NSFW

Zoro loves the free access he has with you only wearing shirts

He’s a got dang horny menace and he’ll constantly deny it afterwards

You were walking around to find a seat beside your boyfriend as everybody was by the camp fire but he grabbed your hand to sit on his lap under the blanket your brought.

Everybody was laughing and talking until you felt a calloused hand under your shirt rubbing your inner thigh

“You’re not wearing panties like I told you right?” He turned his head to whisper in your ear making sure nobody can read his lips. You clear your throat at his tone, he sounded almost as if he was threatening you and you nod. He grins at you giving you a small peck on the cheek and continue to drink his sake.

You kept talking and laughing with Nami until you felt his thick finger tips rub your labia against your clit. You had to quickly cough away the moan that almost came out of your mouth mid sentence.

“You okay?” Nami smiled grabbing another drink.

“Mmhm!” You complain about it but you really liked when Zoro did this kind of teasing to you. It was almost like a subconscious game you both played when around people and teased each other until one cracked. You won last time; rubbing his cock through his pants one night at dinner , but now it was his turn for revenge.

The blanket he made you bring was thick enough to not see the rough movement of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, but it was your job to make sure Luffy or Franky, who are sitting near you hears the noises your body is making.

Zoro had the best poker face, with one hand with sake and the other in your clenching pussy.

He was determined to win, by having you moan at least once in front of the crew.

Law

SFW

You stress him out lmao

He wants you to wear the uniform and you only do if you have to

Which isn’t a lot

“Y/N, go put on your uniform.”

“Am I working in the broiler room today?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

He literally cannot with how you feel so comfortable not wearing PANTS

So he made you wear spandex shorts under your clothing when you are on the ship.

He does give you credit for being so stylish with it though

He will also admit he does enjoy watching you prance around with his shirts and seeing your thighs jiggle a bit when you move under the fabric.

NSFW

Law actually was shocked to see your body shape for the first time when you pulled back your shirt to show him

Your thighs looked absolutely amazing to him

He goes absolutely bananas when you wear thigh high socks

He tries to play it off but he sucks

You say he has a fetish with your thighs and socks and you nearly loss your head because of it

You did also notice your panties missing—-moreso your thongs. So naturally you went and reported the problem to your boyfriend aka the captain.

“I need my thongs, Law.” You sat on his desk beside him, he wasn’t looking at you with his head deep in paper work, but you could see from under his hat he was smirking. “Stop taking my undies!”

“They’re hardly undies.” He shot back. “Besides they’re inappropriate.”

“THEY’RE MY PANTIES?!”

“You barely wear the spandex I got you and I almost seen them the other day when you were reaching for your knives. It’s inappropriate.”

“…so what did you do with em? Some of them were used. Did you sniff em? Hmm?”

Law groaned in disgust of course he wasn’t going admit that

“Well what am I supposed to do now that I have no panties.” You said in a playful tone opening your legs and moving his papers behind you. You scooted over and placed your feet on the arm rest of his chair to expose your wet cunt in front of him since you may or may not have prepped yourself for him before you came into his office.

Law looked at the beautiful scene before him and licked his lips. All you were wearing was his shirt and those damned socks.

“You know we can take a break and I can give you a reason to give me back my panties.” You teased your fingers over your clit humming softly. Law started to rub his chin not breaking eye contact of your cunt. He really wanted to shut you up by pushing you on your back and fucking your stupid but he actually enjoyed the show feeling his pants get tight he adjusted himself in his seat.

“Rub it faster.”

“Ah ah where are my panties.”

He poked his cheek with his tongue and pulled you closer bending a little to hover his lips over your sensitive pussy. You arched your back at the hot feeling of his breath.

“You really wanna piss me off right now?” He smirked up at you giving your slit a long lick and kiss. “Hm?”

“Ah…no sir….” You moaned unbuttoning your his shirt and rubbing one of your breast.

“Fuck…Seems Like you enjoy not wearing any panties huh?” He unzipped his pants pulling out his pretty tanned cock standing tall and twitching between your thighs.

“Well if it gets me fucked..then yeah…” you clicked your tongue before grabbing his black collar and pulling him to kiss you and he tugged on your nipples to have you gasp and slide his tongue in your mouth.

“Rub your clit for me again, baby.” He huffed. You completely forgot that you wanted to keep teasing him and did as told but this time faster. He stood back watch and stroking his cock for a little bit before sliding inside you making your both moan.

You didn’t give him a good reason to give you back your panties, but he gave you more of a reason to wear big shirts.

[sinning-23]

Glass Chandelier

Warnings; 18+ swearing, some hints at masturbation, buggy is a drama starter, sanji is failing at keeping his hands off your body.

Link to Chapter 3

Enjoy-

Chapter 4

"Wow, you got another one? Already?!" A fourth and more....irritating voice speaks.

You tense again, brows angled down. Firstly, who was speaking, and second what the hell did he mean another one?

"I mean at least she's not ditsy like the rest of you idiots."

You raise a brow at Sanji then the rest of the so-called crew. Zoro sighed heavily, taking the bag you hadn't seen previously off his hip and slamming it rather aggressively onto a barrel.

The reveal was far more interesting than you anticipated, a severed head adorned with a large red nose and a red and white striped bandanna. It beams up at you, the face paint around its lips only accentuating his cheshire grin. You mutter a light 'the fuck...', leaning in a bit to truly try and figure out what the hell you were looking at.

“Not too close sweetheart, I bite.” It wiggles its brows, the innuendo making you scoff.

“Dickless and still talkin'.” You shoot back. The clown head is quicker.

“My mouth can do plenty honey, trust me.” It flicks its tongue and...detaches it?!

Oh wow gross-

“Why are you even speaking right now? Unless you have something useful to say, shut up.” Zoro interrupts.

The clown head rolls its eyes and does an awkward hop/shuffle to turn and look at the map.

“This one knew where to go without me even saying anything. Which meannnss?”

You tense, shuffling back and forth a bit, truly debating if you should punch this thing in the mouth or, better yet square in the nose. That'd shut it up. At this point Zoro has his gaze locked on you, it's somewhat unreadable but serious no less. Next is Luffy, then Usopp, and lastly Sanji. Wow, staring contest of the goddamn century.

"She's obviously been there before and could even be working for the bastard. God you guys are stupid. If I were you I'd ask pretty crucial questions before just throwing any random board my ship."

Luffy is quiet, looking from the map, and then back to you.

"You're already dealing with the aftermath of that as we speak HA! You'll end up doing it again if you keep bringing these random broads. " The clown head speaks, that same grin on his face.

"Yeah well, it's not like the fishy bastard took a chunk out of this 'broads' shoulder. You were stuck in a fuckin bag for that part though, huh Ronald Mcdonald?" Ouhhh the irritation in your voice is wicked.

His jaw drops as he fiends offense. This jackass has been active for no more than 5 minutes and he's already worked his way under your skin. Speaking of which, it's practically melting off as the rest of your 'crew' continue to stare for an answer. The clown had a point, they hadn't asked any questions and you'd just ended up being aboard with Sanji.

"Now's a good time to start talking," Zoro speaks finally, his hand ready at his sword. The last thing you wanted was tension among the people you'd most likely be spending an extended amount of time with. Despite this, your finger itches towards your picks in response.

"Oh yeah 'cause you talk plenty, don't you. I know the way because I've seen Arlong before. I made an assumption if you were even listening that he MIGHT be there still. That'll be the last time I call myself trying to be helpful. Or is 'useful' more of a term you'd like?" You'd hardly realized how close you'd gotten to the man, the sneer ever-present on your lips. Sanjis' at your side, giving a touch over your hips to try and reel you back.

It's quiet again but that clown's laughter rings loud and clear enough to offset the current debacle.

"Ha! Struck a nerve there. Listen, she is right though, you're gonna head in that direction. We get to the island and sing kumbaya, I get my body you get the girl, and everyone's happy!" He jokes, hobbling again to turn his head.

What a fabulous start to the tip. A panic attack and almost a fight. Simply fucking splendid. God, you needed a drrink.

-

It's dark now, and you hadn't left this room since you'd found it hours ago. You needed to reset. Gods know the longer you stay and interact with these strange characters you'd fucking explode. For some odd reason, in your newly adopted quarters you can still feel his phantom touch.

It lingers, something you make note of. The small of your back tingles, as does your waist and shoulder. Your neck and chin tinge and tingle in delight, resulting in a shiver that shimmies its way up your curves spine. Oh right...that's why they so prominent right now. Becaus you were filthy and couldn't help but let your fingers slip past your panties.

The ship rocks and creacks and with each splash of waves against the hull, much like the waters, you drip.

Promiscuous and touch-starved.

How long had it been since someone had been gentle with you, let their hands ghost over your skin. It didn't matter, you'd found ways to satiate the need, even if it was just temporary. You freeze when there's a knock at your door.

You take a breath, notn quite trusting your voice.

"One moment."

Slipping on a spare night dress in a hurry, you open the door.

-

She's beautiful. Her eyes were low and glossy, and her pupils were blown wide. Her chest rises and falls as the ruffles on the nightdress adorn her body so prettily. What is it she reminds me of? I can't seem to put my finger on it.

"I saved you a plate. Luffy was supposed to come tell you but he sid you didn't respond." I speak, seeing her breathe catch for a second.

Her lips part just a pinch and it finally rings in my head.

A doll.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't join you sooner, bad attitude still."

I smile, my hand clenched in my pocket. Fuck my palms are sweaty. Shaking my head in response, I panic at the silence that follows. It was just like earlier when we first parted. I wanted to ask her if she was okay. If anything I'd know what a panic attack looks like and with the way her face seemed paler than before, and her hands shook, I couldn't be far off. Or maybe it was just sea sickness. Didn't matter, some things just were my place to ask. But I can't catch the question before it's out my mouth and in the air.

"Are you alright?"

She breathes heavily, shoulder slumping in exhale as she avoids my gaze. There it is. Whatever it was she was either gonna tell me a half-truth or a lie.

"Splendid."

Lie

I nod looking down the hall as if it'd help me escape and prevent any further questions I had from prospering. I was wrong.

"Fancy a drink?"

It's simultaneous and we laugh, so natural and her laugh is damn melodic.

-

Sanji was without a doubt one of the most talented chefs you'd ever had the pleasure of eating from. The food in front of you was proof of that. You can't help but melt at every bite of the dish before you, it was just so freaking good. Maybe it's cause you haven't had a proper meal in about a day or two as well. Mix that little fact with the wine he keeps pouring and you're done for.

Conversation flows easily, the two of you letting whatever comes to mind simply pass with each moment.

"So, about what he said earlier.." Sanji begins, inhaling from his cigarette as you swallow down the wine you'd just drank.

"The clown or Zoro? Either way, they were right to be cautious. I'm not a threat that's for sure though." You explain.

He hums in response, leaning against his hair with spread legs. Fuck his thighs look good strained against the fabric of his slacks.

"It's been a long time since I've been on a ship. I... I was on one years ago and I traveled to the exact island were going to. Arlong was stationed there and I guess I just never forgot my way back." You explain, tracing the rim of the glass. Not like you had a choice to forget where it was...

"You don't have to explain to me. We've both got trauma, we grow and we get better. You seem to have gotten better." He admits, gaze unwavering.

"Damn, I should be an actress then cause I'm one traumatic event from falling apart." You spoke as he laughs

Sarcastic humor seemed to be his forte and you couldn't help but feed into it, each giggle that slips past your lips creeping its way closer to a full belly laugh. And when he smiles like that, so pretty it makes your chest squeeze. His piercing peeks out just a little, mouth wide with a smile as he tilts his head back.

You sigh, sipping at the wine again, your both a bottle in, the second one nearing its end.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're spoiling me Sanji." You hum, his smile was still present, blue eyes scanning your frame.

He stands, taking your empty plate before approaching the sink and speakng.

"You think so? Pretty girls shouldn't have to eat alone. Thought you'd like company" He admits, washing the dish, awaiting a response.

You finish off your glass and set it in the sink. He pauses for a moment, realising just how close you were, almost pressed against his back.

"Not a girl blondie." You whisper, the wine definitely sinking into your system if it hadn't before.

He swears, squeezing the sponge and plate. Any harder and it'd shatter.

The veins in his forearms are strained and you let yourgaze linger. As if your thought weren't far from ur at the moment this was only making it worse. You reach around him, just barely missing the curve o his hips.

"What're you-"

"A woman."

You shut the water off, stepping away from him with coy smile

"Thank you for the meal and the wine. It was lovely, Sanji."

He swears again, trying to cove it up with a laugh and another smile. Too late, you can see right past the facade.

"Ah, of course. Get some rest, Y/n"

Safe to say you love how Sanji says your name.

-

Morning comes quick and docking is quicker. Sanji is carrying the clown head sack this time and he doesn't seem too thrilled about it. You figured it best not to these him cause you could very well end up carrying the damn thing yourself if you didn't find his body. You manage to slip into some extra clothes, considering the ones you were wearing when this little excursion started were thoroughly torn from the fight.

Your shoes weren't practical but they'd have to do for now. A simple cream-colored blouse with a neckline that dipped almost too far down paired with some pants that were almost too tight was what you sported. Until your next docking point, you'd definitely have to make this last and maybe not have it get fucked up in a fight.

Though you didn't know much about this 'Nami' besides her name, you could feel whatever anxiety from the rest of the crew sink into your skin and turn your tummy. No one really spoke. Well, besides Usopp trying to convince everyone that he should go back to the ship.

You try keeping pace, Luffy and Zoro at the front, Sanji in the middle, Usopp and yourself lagging behind. Since he was the only one really talking, it wouldn't hurt to chat back.

"Soooo Nami, you guys know each other long?" You ask, slowing down so that you're side by side.

"No, but it feels like I have. I know she wouldn't do this to us just because. She's not that kind of person." He speaks, eyes solemn. If you were thinking correctly, each one of these 'crew' members, yourself included was picked up from somewhere else.

"I see. How did you end up on this crew anyway?" You ask, opening a door you had no idea about.

Usopp was about to tell you the story of a lifetime.

Authors note: heyyyy everyone here's chapter 4 a little longer than chapter 3. I'm really trying to like build this up before we get to the super 18+ parts but uhhh we got our first little taste lol. As stated before lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist :D

Taglist: : @waannty @strangermeats @nymeriiia @noom147

[usopps-devotee]

Semi public sex with Robin <3

This took me so long I'm sorry, you might wanna keep an eye on this because I'm very likely to edit this and make it longer, I wanted to add her giving you head ,,, I might.

Tags: semi public sex, mirror sex, slight dom robin, afab reader, fingering (reader receiving), not proof read

W.c 1.1k

@3strapstyle to remind you why you love me

@lawsvalentine I hope you enjoy this bby

Your head had been pressed against the wooden bar for the better half of an hour. The flush across your dark brown skin has yet to go away, even though the onslaught stopped temporarily.

That was until you felt one hand caress your thigh as another played with your hair, head whipping off the counter, startled by the contrasting but familiar hands. Robin sat next to you with an angelic smile, seeming to innocently greet her girlfriend. You knew better, the fact that she sat next to you instead of in your lap, or placing you in hers, is only because she plans to continue to tease and rile you up.

She orders a drink and starts to tell about her day, she found a new book to read with Chopper, helped Sanji meal plan the time at sea, and other details that you wish you could focus on. The arm attached to the underside of the wood has almost all of your attention, groping the meat of your thighs and playing with the hem of your skirt. Suppressing a whimper that bubbled in the back of your throat, that smile of hers has changed to a devious smirk.

This game of cat and mouse had been going on since this morning, waking up to the feeling of her mouth on your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple. You could have come from that feeling alone had she not edged you. The memory made you throb, shifting your hips you can feel that your panties, which had been damp before, are now completely soaked through.

Robin's giggle broke your trance from the memory, staring at her with puppy dog eyes her laughter only increases. You're completely dumbfounded by what might be going on as she leans in close and whispers in your ear.

"You've been such a good girl for me, why don't we take this to the bathroom hmm?"

There's a purr to her voice that sends shivers down your spine, making your nod appear more hesitant. Robin grabbed your waist guiding you, looking back there were smirks from some of the crew knowing exactly what the two of you are up to.

As soon as the two of you were in the bathroom she pushed you against the door locking it. She tilted your head up to kiss you, the feeling of her lips against yours for the first time today made your knees buckle. One pair of hands placed on your breast playing with your nipple, another siding down your panties.

When the kiss finally broke and the two of you could take in the bathroom around you. Instantly you're whipped in front of the mirror above the sink, "Please don't look away." Although it may have sounded like a request you know it's a command, breaking the rules isn't a thought that could cross your mind at a time like this.

Your eyes scan over your own body, covered in mementos of nights before, the choice to forgo a bra seems to be one of the better ones made today. Her hands have yet to leave your nipples, pinching and rolling at the buds. One of your hands is covering your mouth, helping to suppress any noise that might want to slip past your lips, she'll allow this as long as you don't look away.

The other is gripping the arm now toying with your clit. The historian couldn't bother with pulling your panties more than halfway down your hips, eager to see you fall apart under her touch. She's watching you in the mirror like a hawk seeing your every reaction. Pulling her hand away from your soaked core and spreading her middle and ring fingers apart, your arousal connected the two with a clear thick string.

She watched the flush against your skin deepen as her eyes met yours, Robin might just be enjoying this more than you are. You're rewarded with kisses along your neck as her fingers sink inside you. A sigh managed to escape as your head tilted back, before eye contact could be broken another arm appeared grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to look into her eyes once again.

Slender fingers rubbed your g spot as her thumb played with your clit, had she not been supporting your body, you would have fallen to the floor long ago. Your hair was messy eyes glossed over, drool threatening to slip from the pool in the side of your mouth, you looked a complete mess. The hand covering your mouth is doing little to stop your whimpers but it does help you keep in mind that you need to be quiet. A reminder that on the other side of that door is people, you have no idea if someone would try to open the door or listen to all the sounds you're making with an ear pressed to the door.

She nipped on the shell of your ear, bringing your attention back to her. Robin can't help but smile at the way you're trembling. Had your mouth not been covered she knew you would be begging right now, the only thing stopping you is the fact you can't control your volume. While you would love for everyone to know how good she is making you feel, this might not be the time and place for that.

Luckily the sounds of your slick pussy couldn't be heard through the door as they echoed off every wall smaller room. You're close, so close you can almost taste the sweetness in the orgasm you've craved since this morning. Your entire body was wound so tight you're sure when you cum you're going to break, that's exactly what she wants. It didn't take much more to push you over, adding to the pressure on your nipples and clit pushed you over that blissful edge. Concentration with the mirror remained steady. You watched as your entire body shook, waves crashing over you as neither set of hands stopped. Stimulation overwhelms your senses, and the second orgasm started before the first could end. Your peak reached new heights as tears pricked your eyes.

Her fingers slowed as your high came to an end, hands massaging your sore breast before disappearing into soft pink petals. Her real hands had been the ones they used to stabilize and please you. Leaning back eyes closed and facing the ceiling. Taking the time she used to wash her hands to catch your breath. Fixing your clothes and giving you one last kiss before the bathroom door is open, the two of you join your crew in whatever fun they might be having, you're sure most of which hadn't even noticed you were gone.

[foxydivaxx]

Zosan Marriage Bliss

- Zoro gave Sanji an expensive Rolex watch as a wedding gift whilst Sanji gave his man a Ralph Lauren perfume

- Sanji always critics Zoro’s outfits xD

- Their wedding rings are nice gold rings with each other’s names engraved on them

- They went on their honeymoon to the Bahamas

- They both also started recording music whilst on vacation. Thankfully the One Piece cast was on a break

- For their wedding dance, they danced to John Legend’s All of Me

- Their mums cried tears of joy as they watched the two get married

- They had an after party and everybody was dancing like mad

- Just when everyone thought Sanji would tone down the sexiness, he posts a nude selfie on Instagram that has tongues wagging and drives Zoro crazy in the process

- He and Zoro do a lot of silly things like random water fights and food fights at home

- They also do dance challenges on TikTok which everyone finds adorable

- They often do spot on impersonations of each other

- They wear matching black leather jackets with Mr Roronoa on it

-They always come prepared for Halloween parties wearing matching couple costumes

- Sanji is responsible for majority of the thirst traps. To the point that Dio Brando even said that Sanji is giving him a good run for his money

- Zoro learned how to love, be patient and more open with his emotions once he and Sanji started dating

[bby-deerling]

'tis the season (zoro x reader)

my turn to write a cute mistletoe fic before christmas!

technically part of my platonic sanji & zoro's partner!reader series (and my zoro x artist!reader series as a whole), but as always can be read standalone!

ft. fem!reader, mistletoe, kissing, sanji being sanji, background frobin, pranks

wc: 1.0k masterlist

Upon passing through the doorway and entering the kitchen for lunch, a lithe, well-dressed body blocks your path, dangling a sprig of leaves and berries in the space between you.

“Get that thing away from me, blondie.” you laugh, playfully smacking the plant in the cook’s hand away from your face.  He feigns a deep wound, clutching his chest and pouting at you in dismay.

“Are you really so cruel as to deny me the sweet pleasure of participating in this island’s special tradition, sunshine?” he asks, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands around yours, looking especially pathetic as he begged for crumbs of affection from you.  Eyes sparkling and brimming with an excessive amount of manufactured sadness as he looks up at you, upping the dramatics in an attempt to gain a pity kiss on the hand or forehead.

“Fine, Sanji.  I’ll give you a kiss—on one condition.” you say, sly smile on your face as your eyes dart towards Usopp.  Sanji’s expression turns from one of pleading to one of complete shock, face nearly beet red, as he insists that he’ll do anything to feel the sweet saccharine touch of your lips against his.  Worming your hands out of his grasp, you slip the plant out of his fingers and into yours as you flash him a smile.

“Close your eyes.” you command with a grin.  Tossing the plant over to Usopp, you silently motion him over, both of you trying to stifle your giggles.  Making a few gestures to communicate your plan with him, the sniper copies your pose, holding the mistletoe above his head, placing his other hand over top of his lips and leaning in to “kiss” Sanji.

As the palm of Usopp’s hand makes contact with the cook’s lips, the blonde lets out a soft moan, severely testing your composure as you fall to the ground trying to suppress a fit of laughter.  The sniper’s face contorts into a pained, screwed up expression as Sanji’s tongue runs across his hand, covering it in a layer of passionate, tobacco-laced slime.  Cringing even further, you shoot Usopp a thumbs up as the cook’s hands grasp his shoulders; you're barely able to keep it together as a few giggles sneak out of your throat—thankfully, Sanji is too worked up and deep in the throes of passion to notice.

The clunking sound of heavy boots and clumsy footsteps reverberates through the floorboards as Zoro enters the kitchen; upon seeing the display unfolding before him, Sanji’s tongue making love to Usopp’s hand, and you on the floor, hand clamped over your mouth, trying desperately not to make a sound as you grasp your sides, he can’t help but laugh harder than he has in quite a while.

“Didn’t know you felt that way about Usopp, pervert cook!” he teases with a sneer, clutching his side from laughing so hysterically.  Sanji’s eyes snap open with a start and he jerks away violently upon realizing he’d been played for a fool.

“Cruelty!  Betrayal from such a beautiful, beguiling woman!  What have I done to deserve such a fate, ma belle?” he cries, words muffled as he tries in vain to scratch the germs from Usopp’s palm off his tongue.

“It’s sweet revenge, Sanji—you’ve been a menace with that mistletoe all morning!” you say, laughter still ringing out and bouncing off the walls of the kitchen.

Robin, who had been silently watching the ordeal unfold, spawns a hand out of the wall and snatches the plant from Usopp and tosses it towards herself.  “I’d say it’s time to place this plant into a set of safe hands.” she says slyly, slipping it into her pocket as the rest of the crew files in for lunch.

The tale of Sanji’s passionate lip lock is twice as hilarious as Usopp repeats it with his added embellishments, making Luffy and Nami laugh so hard they nearly choke on their food and leaving the cook flushed and burning with humiliation.  Entertaining yourself by taking in everyone else’s reactions, you don't catch the dark chuckle emanating from Robin at the other side of the table, dark eyes sparkling with a plan for a prank of her own as she whispers to a smirking Franky.

Between bites of your delicious lunch spread, something light tickles the side of your head.  Looking up, you both sigh as you see a large arm dangling from the ceiling, holding the mistletoe between you and Zoro.  “You people and this stupid plant…” Zoro grumbles as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close enough to press his lips against the top of your head before going back to his meal.  “Happy?” he asks with a mouthful of food, eyes narrowed at Robin as she giggles behind her hand.

“Hardly…” Sanji grumbles under his breath, clenching his jaw and stabbing at the croutons of his salad with such force that his plate nearly shatters.

Zoro smirks, amused at the cook’s petulant display of anger and jealousy; though neither of you felt comfortable kissing in front of your crewmates under most circumstances, his need to get under his Sanji’s skin currently trumped the principles he held about privacy and decency. “Oi—" he says, poking your shoulder, “—looks like the cook isn’t satisfied.  Think he wants us to kiss for real.”  Eyes widening into saucers, a dusting of pink blossoms across your cheeks as you process his words and take in the tantalizing smirk on his face.  Taking the dreamy smile on your face as permission, calloused fingers brush against your jawline and guide your lips to his.

It’s chaste, and quick, and leaves sparks dancing across your skin all the same—and leaves Sanji literally burning up, flaming kicks clashing against Zoro’s swords.  Embarrassment creeps into your face, feeling your pulse thumping in your cheeks as Franky teasingly whistles at you.

“SUPER CUTE!” he cries out, as both he and Robin give you a thumbs up—multiple thumbs ups in Robin’s case.

Giggling at their encouragement, the discomfort you feel washes away like chalk on asphalt after a heavy rain.

Maybe some rules are meant to be broken—after all, ‘tis the season!

[i-am-minty-fresh]

God (?) Headcanons for One Piece:

Luffy is the god of the hearth. Looks like gear five.

Zoro is the demon king of the wrath ring. His real form looks like his Asura form.

Sanji is the fallen angel of creation. His true form looks like the bliblically accurate eye of rings kinda.

Nami is the demon queen of the greed ring. A imagining a naga kinda deal (totally blinged out with gold and shit tho).

Usopp is a fae nymph. He looks the same but he’s got sharp canines and gold spiraling eyes (and also somehow always has got leaves in his hair).

Chopper is an earth deity for good health that takes the form of a small boy with deer-like features (who’s true form kinda looks like the Jötunn from the movie The Ritual).

Robin is an ancient god of knowledge. In my mind she kinda looks like Life from The Loving Reaper Comics by Jenny Jinya with long hair that shows the stars and long black gowns that look like molten rock.

Franky is a sentinel who’s real form is his post-timeskip form. His kinda like Zog from the 2009 Astroboy movie, but instead of hard metal he’s rock like the Terra-cotta sculptures in China (the Terra-cotta Army in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, I mean).

Brook is the king of death. His normal form has him looking like he did when he was alive with plaster white tattoos of his skeleton all over his body. He’s got like a hades thing going on.

Jimbei is the god of the sea. It’s got a human form that looks incredibly similar to his god form (never changing the dad build). When he’s in his real form he glows like a lava lamp to show the sea (it changes with his mood).

I like to imagine that none of the strawhats know that Luffy is also a god so they all have to hide their mystical forms when he’s around (they’ve all got jewelry to keep their human forms: Zoro’s earrings, Sanji’s tongue piercing, Usopp’s got a lip ring, Nami’s got her bracelets, Chopper’s got his hat to hide his horns, Robin uses an old spell, Franky can just change on command, Brook’s got a shell necklace, and Jimbei’s got rings. (Luffy has a helix piercing that he only half understands what it does)).

[seromeru]

CLOSE TO THE EDGE

!!! MINORS DNI !!!

content: f!reader x sanji

genre: femdom, edging, pegging, mommy kink, dirty talk

word count: 987

a/n: alas i am back with another fic and this time round, it is our cutest baby girl Sanji <3 this fic has been stuck in my drafts for MONTHS but boy am i glad that i decided to try and finish it as i really enjoyed writing this. enjoy my loves!!

Sanji started breathing heavily, cursing under his breath when you started back up with quick, rough strokes of your hand. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly. And just when he was so so close to cumming, your hand immediately stops and he groans loudly and whined, “Please please make me cum. I’m so close, why’d you stop?”

“Oh Sanji.. You have to wait a while more before I let you finish. Be a good boy for mommy, okay?”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he nodded his head desperately, begging for you to let him cum. His erection full and heavy due to the cock ring and dildo you made him wear. He looked so pretty like this, whimpering like a bitch in heat with such a lewd expression on his face. You were so proud of him for holding it in and you figured it was time you rewarded your little toy.

“Suck.” You put in two fingers in his mouth as he complied with your instruction. You see him looking at you with doe eyes while his tongue swirled around your fingers, trying to wet them as much as he can. Feeling satisfied with how thorough he was being, you took out the dildo in him and replaced it with your fingers, igniting a shiver from Sanji. No matter how many times you fucked him, you were amazed at how this man was still so damn tight. You slowly started stretching him out, getting turned on from hearing small gasps and sighs that were coming from him.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well for me. Such a sweet voice. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

You inserted another finger, shifting and scissoring them inside of him, his cock twitching as you prepare him for what was about to come. Your other hand moved towards his balls and you started squeezing and playing with them, earning a deep throaty sound from how much pleasure he was getting. Moans and whimpers started spilling out of Sanji’s lips as you work your fingers into him as deep and as fast as you can. His hips squirm and writhe trying to get away from your fingers. Sensing him getting close to orgasming again, you slowed down which made Sanji cry out in frustration. You looked at his splotchy red face, tears streaking down his cheeks from not getting the release he needed.

You gave him a sadistic smile, satisfied with how you were making him into such a mess. You gave him a peck on the lips, your fingers leaving him with a wet squelch. “Shall I make you wait more baby or shall I make you cum now?”

"Please mommy, I need you now. I’ve been so good for you."

A tingle went up your spine with how obedient he was being. Such a precious little thing. Taking lube from the bedside table, you poured a generous amount into your palm. You could see Sanji's eyes light up as you drenched your strap-on with it, making sure it was wet enough so that you wouldn’t hurt your sweet baby boy.

“On your knees for me, baby.”

You lined up your strap to his tight hole and slowly started to push it in. A loud sob broke through Sanji’s lips as he felt your strap filling him up inch by inch, giving him the pleasure he so desperately needed. He was arching so beautifully for you, trying to take you in deeper into his warm, wet hole. Seeing him act like such a slut made you feral. Without waiting for him to get used to your size, you started thrusting in and out roughly. Yanking his hair back, you licked his ear and growled.

“Fuck, look at you taking me in so easily. You’re such a fucking slut. You’re just a tight hole for me to use, isn’t that right baby? You need more sweetheart? Do you want to cum for mommy?”

You pushed his head back down into the mattress, gripping his hips and going harder and faster with each thrust. Wrecked sobs and whines could be heard from your little toy. He was being so needy and pathetic. You were sure your neighbours could hear the loud filthy mess you were turning him into.

“Fuck fuck fuck mommy I’m about to cum, please can I cum? I’ll do anything to cum for you please-”

Deciding that Sanji has had enough, you reached towards his cock, removing the cock ring, and jerked him off quick, all the while fucking him harder. High pitched moans and unintelligible words could be heard as he got closer and closer to the edge, just waiting for your permission to cum.

“Look at you being such a good boy for me. Come on baby, cum for mommy.”

With a choked groan, warm wet cum spurted from his cock. You slowed down your thrusts, still fucking Sanji through his orgasm. He was still babbling nonsense, every once in a while it can be heard that he was thanking his mommy. A wet pop could be heard as you took out your strap from his now gaping hole. As you turned Sanji around to face you, you can clearly see what a mess you’ve made him into. Tear streaks and drool marks could be seen on his beautiful face. His hair all ruffled from being gripped onto while you fucked him earlier. A pretty flush going all the way down to his chest where you could see he was trying to catch his breath and come back to his senses. Seeing him this debauched has you feeling hornier, remembering that you’ve yet to cum as you were so focused on Sanji’s needs instead.

“Ready to make mommy cum this time round baby?”

[ambazaar]

I’ve been made to make a top 10 list of OPLA characters that I would like to have ✨relations✨ with. They are as followed:

1. Shanks.

Argument: Daddy??? “it’s just an arm”?!?!? If he ever smiled at me I’d literally implode.

2. Nami

Argument: She can have me. I can fix her. God I love redheads.

3. Buggy

Argument: 🤡 ✨baby girl✨

4: Zoro

Argument: LOOK at him? Love a man who barely talks. Can throw me against a wall

5. Luffy

Argument: Could heal all of my trauma. Would slap the shit out of me anytime I said anything self-deprecating.

Pretty 🥺

6: Sanji

Argument: Can cook. Tongue Ring 😏 Sexy banter

7: Garp

Argument: Generally Psychotic. *throws meat at him when he’s yelling* Would actually want for nothing.

8 & 9: Koby and Helmeppo

Argument: Triangle

10: Arlong

Argument: Love fish. Def has big pp. Absolutely disrespectful

And here concludes the list. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[swirlymarimo]

Baby Blues

"Your eyes are beautiful."

The statement comes from nowhere, completely unprompted it seems to the cook who's leaning against the wooden banister of the Thousand Sunny's upper deck with a half-forgotten cigarette burning close to his fingertips. It's only that he's unable to see how the golden sunset and the deep blue of the ocean reflect in his irises.

Zoro can. He's been willingly sucked straight into the stunning pools of blues and the dark blackness of his dilated pupils for the better part of the past half hour. They were chatting about simple things, like the little details of their day. As bad as it may sound Zoro wasn't really paying much attention to Sanji's latest dilemma of boredom with his dishes. He was craving to make something new, something that excites the tongue whatever that means. Instead, he was discovering completely new hues of blue that pooled along the inner edges of his pupil and how there was a dark ring of navy surrounding the outer rim. They were stunning. He's always thought so, ever since first eye contact.

"My eyes?"

Sanji chuckles, the randomness of the compliment taking him by surprise. He has no idea what prompted his partner to say such a thing. After all, he had just been venting about his recent and very displeasurable creative block. He thinks Zoro must have been halfway listening like he sometimes does. It's not like he was being rude or disinterested, Sanji knows what's happening. Zoro is staring at him again, and his brain is simply turning to mush.

"Yeah, they're blue just like the sea."

An obvious observation. The sea was blue yes, and so were Sanji's eyes. It was a common bit of knowledge. Still, he understands what his lover means by this. He's attempting to offer sweet nothings. Despite that though Sanji has the desire to play around with the swordsman and play coy.

"So you like the color of the sea?"

If Zoro had two eyes to roll he would have. Instead, he spares a side-eye toward the man that loves to irritate him even in moments when he's trying his best to be romantic.

"No. What I like is your eyes, the sea reminds me of them."

Certainly, Sanji can't twist that. He'll have no choice but to acknowledge his sweetness. Or so he thinks. A favorite pass time of Sanji's is to make things more difficult for him to get some kind of entertainment. Moments like these are not always exempt from that.

"But you knew the sea before you knew me."

Zoro raises an eyebrow but he has the perfect retort right on the tip of his tongue.

"And I never thought it looked particularly beautiful until then."

"Take that," he thinks to himself. It almost serves as a second compliment, his beauty being the reason Zoro can find beauty in the water. Typically romantic praises aren't his strongest quality but that one felt like a champion to him.

Sanji cradles his chin into his hand putting his body weight fully against the sturdy wooden banister. That was quite sweet hearing the last confession. No one has ever said anything like that to him before and he would be a liar if he claimed not to have butterflies in his chest. He passes a soft smile to the man beside him.

"What did you think was beautiful before the sea?"

It's an honest curiosity. If his eye's had become the reason Zoro could think of the sea as a beautiful thing, something that almost everyone would think then he wants to know what beauty meant to him before that.

Zoro seems surprised by the question as if he hadn't ever thought about it before. He looks out across the calm waters and searches his memory for an answer. Pretty things never held much value to him in his youth so he never bothered with any of them. Appearances had little to do with the truth of it all.

"I never cared about things like beauty. I knew what kinds of things usually look nice but I never paid attention to the beauty in other people." He supposes that's a good shortened way to explain how he'd learned to look past appearances.

"Why?"

Sanji didn't understand his lack of interest in beauty. From a young age, appearance was always something important whether it was how one was supposed to dress or simply the world around you.

"Because it didn't matter to me," Zoro answers truthfully. For a very long time, he chose to believe that beauty meant nothing in the grand scheme of things but as he grew older he learned to appreciate the value of lovely things. Not shiny jewels or flashy appearances but the beauty of people's smiles, and how important it is to see a little bit of good in the world.

"And it matters now?"

Zoro reaches a hand out and gently caresses Sanji's cheek with his thumb. Stroking gently along the sharp jawline as those pretty blue eyes find his again. He smiles widely as he answers.

"Of course it does. Beautiful things like the blue sky and the crystal sea, the warm glow of sunsets, and the sound of smooth singing. It all seems beautiful to me now because it all reminds me of you and you are beautiful."

Sanji can't help the small chuckle that escapes him or the blinding smile that stretches across his face.

"You've gotten so soft."

Now it's Zoro's turn to chuckle. Thinking about how he once was in comparison to how he is now and it's like night and day.

"Is that a bad thing?"

He's gotten so far in life and he believes that if he'd never let his guard down and allowed his softer side to grow that he never could have become who he is right now. He wonders what that would have been like.

"Of course not."

Of all people, Sanji understands perfectly that softness is not a weakness but a strength. He may be the one mostly responsible for encouraging Zoro to drop the steely facade and learn to enjoy himself.

"Can I kiss you?"

All of his gratitude goes to the man in his arms and all he wants to do is thank him for persuading him to become this big softie that's head over heels in love instead of the bitter, angry, lonely man he could have been.

"Do you want to kiss all beautiful things?"

Sanji smiles through the cheeky question, enjoying the small laugh he draws from Zoro. He wonders if Zoro knows that he's beautiful too when he lets that wide smile that wrinkles the corners of his eyes show.

"No. Only you."

Afterall Zoro only finds a few things in life pretty enough to kiss but only one of them is capable of kissing him back.

"Then please do."

Sanji grins as his nose bumps against Zoro's, their faces having gotten closer as they talked without knowing it. In seconds their lips are pressed together in one of the softest, sweetest kisses Sanji has ever been given, all of this because Zoro thought his eyes looked nice in the sunset.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hi I just learned Kinktober is a thing

So here's my four favorite boys and their kinks.

Or is it five this time? *dramatic sound effect*

And yes, I'm still working on ABCs of Kink, I've got the next one about halfway done and it may be posted today, and I'm still working through the ask requests, and still

But headcanons shiny need more

Ooooh...Kinky ;D

Very obviously NSFW.

LA!Zoro X AFAB!Reader, LA!Sanji X AFAB!Reader, LA!Shanks X AFAB!Reader, LA!Mihawk X AFAB!Reader, LA!Buggy X AFAB!Reader (I'm on my second watch of OPLA and he's kinda grown on me).

Zoro

"I hope you like it rough, baby."

Zoro's not super kinky, but he definitely likes it rough, which goes hand in hand with the couple kinks he does have.

You're going to want to have a safeword/signal if you're giving him a blowjob—he's thick and he loves seeing you gag and choke on his cock. Literally the biggest turn-on.

Holding tight onto your hair the whole time.

The sight of your make-up trailing down your flushed face while he's fucking your mouth and throat makes his knees weak.

Pulling your head all the way down to come down your throat, shaking, groaning, swearing.

He's a little cautious about outright choking you during sex—he doesn't want to get too wound up and unintentionally hurt you—but if you ask him to, he's going to, because it's still an enormous turn-on.

"God, I fucking love it when you gag on it...."

Sanji

"If I make you dinner, do I get to have you for dessert?"

Like, do I even have to say it?

Food play.

Chocolate sauce, whipped cream, caramel, it's going to get messy. Any reason to trail his lips and his tongue over your beautiful body is a very, very good reason.

(BTW I recently learned Taz Skylar has a tongue ring so it's now canon that Sanji has one and do not argue with me I will die on this hill.)

He's never going to do or say anything to degrade you...but if you want to do so to him? By all means, be his guest.

You're his queen and he's your loyal subject, the man has no qualms about you doing anything you want to him.

Shove him into a wall, call him names, tie him to the bed, step on him, whip him, spit in his face—he will thank you for it. If it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure.

Literally everything you do turns him on, and he's beyond happy to be your personal toy.

"You, my love, are the sweetest thing that has ever touched my lips."

Shanks

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. Where's the fun in life without a little risk?"

Honestly the kinkiest of the four (but not the five). Super playful, and one hundred percent open to absolutely anything you suggest trying.

I mean anything. If you tell him you want to dress him up in frilly lingerie and call him your wench, he's totally game.

But he reserves the right to crack stupid jokes about it the whole time.

His own biggest kink is public sex. The riskier the better.

Reaching under the table at a tavern and creeping his hand up your thigh and under your skirt to rub you through your panties...or just flat out pulling you onto him to straddle his lap, make out with you, grind against you with absolutely no concern of anyone seeing.

Pulling you right into the mouth of an alley, barely concealed in the shadows and just having you right there against the wall, where any passersby might catch a glimpse of what you're doing.

He doesn't care—it's not like anyone's even going to attempt to stop one of the most notorious pirates on the Grand Line.

He enjoys a little role-play as well. You're the little marine cadet he took prisoner and decided to keep as his personal playing. The enchanting stranger from a tavern he's seduced.

Call him "captain." It drives him wild.

"Oh, what a good little wench you are, love."

Mihawk

"You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here, little one."

One hundred percent certified professional Brat Tamer™.

He's not going to let on that your pestering and testing his patience is anything but a casual annoyance—but the whole time he'll be thinking about how he's going to punish you later for being such an endearing little pest.

You're getting tied up. Cuffed to the bed. Clothes torn off of you. Spanked. You're getting teased beyond the point of sanity, within an inch of your life.

There's a fair chance he won't let you come for literal hours.

That he'll leave you tied up while he sits back and has a glass of wine and just revels in your pleading for more, revels in being in total control of your agony and pleasure.

You're going to have to beg, to promise you'll be a good girl for your master (even though you both know that's not true) before you get anything more out of him.

Big kink for lace and nylon as well.

He's constantly having to buy you new tights, new underwear and lingerie, because seeing you in them sets him on fire to the point that he's very likely to literally rip them off of you in a fit of desire and fuck you absolutely senseless.

"For the last damned time, no, your safe-word cannot be Yoru."

Buggy

"You know you're my favorite freak, babe."

Couldn't not include Buggy this time because it's pretty obvious that he's the kinkiest motherfucker at this party.

The guy has removable body parts, for gods' sake, of course he's going to utilize them in the most creative ways possible. He could be on the other side of the ship and still have his hand down your panties.

Degradation, cuckhold, ropes, whips, chains, knife play, you name it and he's probably into it. It would be a miracle for you to come up with something he hasn't tried at least twice.

He's going to call you every degrading name he can think of. Spank you and slap you. Choke you until you nearly pass out. And he's fully open to and expects you to do the same to him.

Dom or sub, doesn't matter, he's just having a good old-fashioned filthy time either way.

Totally open to threesomes, he's bi as fuck.

Also totally open to chaining you up and letting the entire crew run a train on you while he watches.

If you can imagine it, he's done it, wrote the book on it, and you're going to be doing it with him.

"Don't even pretend you don't like being my slut."