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officialmiintee · 2 days
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some strawhats at sea
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uniquetosmbody · 1 day
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Smoking kills btw 🫵
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blixxkixx · 2 days
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I FINALLY DREW THIS. this is inspired by my mutual @diamondsheep 's tags on this post. when I saw it I immediately thought of Sanji and meant to draw it ages ago but never had the time :') so here it is now
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mightbebobbie · 24 hours
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im back 🫶
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struwberrie · 2 days
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miss blackleg and her hopeless guard dogs
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vigilant-insomniac · 3 days
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Immediately thought of Luffy and sanji hanging out
(psst, I got more)
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ren-mielthebee · 2 days
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🧡🦋~
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sanjisbiscuits · 2 days
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Can’t believe I posted this once already and forgot the damn hashtags, but I guess that’s what half a year away’ll do to you. Anyway, if you like my art, consider dropping a follow on instagram at @guessiexist for more stuff in the future!
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thymechaos · 1 day
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i just can't believe that oda fucking create sanji, a stereotypical ladies man who simps to an embarrassing degree for women while having his hackles comically raised around everyone he perceives as a man - and most notably butting heads with the more obvious ~manly man~ of the crew. haha, classic anime running gag, the kind that gets obnoxious at times but still makes you laugh.
AND THEN, like a billion chapters later, motherfucker steeples his fingers and goes "soooooooo... what makes a person Like That?"
and the answer is that he grew up in fucking Toxic Masculinity, The Kingdom. the answer is that he was always Different, in a way other guys instinctively perceived as weak, and that made him the target of visceral scorn and violence. the answer is that he was sensitive, sweet, caring, nurturing - feminine-coded traits which are only valued by patriarchy insofar that they're performed by women in service of men. the answer is that in a kingdom comprised almost entirely by violent men, the only ones who were ever kind to him, the only safety he ever had, were a girl and a woman.
so cooking is for women and servants, it makes you less of a man. only women will ever really value you for your passions and dreams. women are also actively hurt by the way the world works, they are unsafe unless they comply with men's violence, and you have to protect them.
(men will always know what you are, and they will hurt you if you let them.)
and even after he leaves... at baratie he is cherished and respected, but even that is an extremely masculine environment. we don't talk about our feelings, we don't let our guard down, the only love is tough love. when he tries to express his artistry and express himself through his cooking, rather than just filling orders and making money, he gets mocked.
so here is a man who will not raise a hand to a woman, because he rejects the masculinity he was raised with and refuses to become yet another man subjecting women to violence. he is desperate for women's attention and affection because it's SAFE, it's the only kind he can trust. other men are potential threats and must be treated as such. he must at all times be snarky, tough, Not Feminine, because to be perceived otherwise is to be powerless, to be hurt.
like y'all. the queer coding of it all? the overtly feminist themes? the active rejection of toxic masculinity and the way it's shown to be directly tied to imperialism? what the fuck.
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mik0kat · 1 day
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something about zoro not washing himself and sanji kissing him everyday with lipstick on his huge forehead
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camembri · 2 days
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yeah yeah zoro and sanji are mirrors of each other yeah they have narrative parallels yeah they're the wings of the pirate king. zoro's got the higher bounty but sanji is the only one Luffy's directly said he can't become king of the pirates without. this is all good and well and I eat it up every single time but the truly compelling part of that relationship in a romantic sense is that it's objectively the funniest outcome possible. they'd be so mad if they knew. can you imagine having this coworker who you think kind of sucks even if he's a vital part of the team and millions of people are like. I'm going to write stories about you two having sex. what do you even do in that scenario. and the best part is that it becomes literally everyone else's problem too. clocking in bright and early at like 7:45 and you witness a physical alteration between your two idiot colleagues and then immediately after they somehow manage to dodge their third HR violation this week one of them comes up to you to make small talk and all they talk about is that other guy. "ugh can you believe people think we should get together... that's crazy... how would that even work anyway. what, like he'd take me out to dinner? get all dressed up? hah, as if..." and then they trail off all meaningfully and you're just like. I can tell you're wistfully imagining your future together. it's painfully obvious. I just wanted to refill my coffee. and every day you contemplate quitting but every so often something just goes right and it's like they're resonating on the same wavelength and maybe you catch them smiling all wide and unfettered at each other like they're the only people in the world. like just this once they forgot to hate each other. you left your mug in the microwave but you can't ruin the moment so you just have to suffer in silence. truly the ship dynamic of all time.
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unrelatedsideblog · 2 days
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Idk
Og, if anyone wants
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booburt · 3 days
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ive been busy
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icecappen · 2 days
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average Zoro Sanji interaction
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so so exciting that you're at 3k!!!<3 you deserve it and ily sm! may i request 2 + sanji (afab reader, nsfw is okay!)
lovefool (or unrequited love ft. sanji)
notes: sanji is so whipped, it's embarrassing and he doesn't care; unrequited sanji x afab reader; p in v sex, nsfw!!! mdni!!! 1,200+ words! thank u for participating bestie, ily <3
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sanji was an intelligent man.
he was a meticulous planner who scheduled his dates accordingly, making sure that every detail was just so.
on the night that both nami and robin would be occupied in the crows nest with the night shift, he made sure to prepare a special meal. one that sanji knew would have you reaching for a sweet red wine all throughout the course, to which he’d happily fill you with as you asked for glass after glass.
next to zoro or franky, your drinking seemed subpar to theirs, not alerting anyone, even you, to sanji’s intentions.
by the time the meal was over, with most of the crew retired for the night, you stayed behind in the kitchen offering to help sanji with the dishes.
when he could smell the sweet notes that flew off your lips, he knew with a little more encouragement he’d have you right where he wanted you.
“damn, this bottle has a drink or two left, i’d sure hate for it to go to waste,” he feigns disappointment as he shakes the bottle around gently.
he doesn’t miss how your ears perk from your position at the sink, a wide smile grazing your face before you encourage him you pour you another glass.
sanji watches as the last drop of liquid slips into your mouth, immediately taking the glass away with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
as if he had no idea how you had gotten so intoxicated, he offers you some water and a hand to your room, which you eagerly take with no objection.
your body leans into his as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly to him like decorated arm candy.
he almost wanted anyone to come out of their quarters for the night, accidentally bumping into the two of you attached in the intimate way that would embarrass you if you were sober.
“thank you sanji,” you hiccup, your doe eyes glancing up at him in the familiar way it did just before you had made one too many mistakes.
what you hadn’t noticed was that sanji had already removed his shoes before he entered your room.
sanji lays you down in bed, removing your outer layers of clothing before caressing your cheek ever so slightly.
“goodnight, mon amour,” he coos in your ear before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
just as his lips hover over your skin, you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down for more.
your lips attack his, messily kissing him as he succumbs so quickly to your touch. his head moves in a synchronous motion, cupping your cheek as he heartily drinks up every second you’d provide him.
too drunk to notice, sanji’s hand wanders underneath your shirt, his cold fingers gripping at the plushness of your boobs, squeezing one in his hand.
a low groan leaks from his mouth as he feels your nipples harden within his grip and your shirt is quick to fly over your head.
his plump lips latch onto the pert bud, gently sucking as he gingerly looks up to catch your reaction. another grunt reverberated against your skin as he watches your face writhe with pleasure from his touch.
“sanji,” you breathe, encouraging him to continue as you drag out the last syllable of his name. you’re just as excited as you remove your pants, leaving you only in pretty lace panties, which he wishes to believe are a gift for him.
in this moment sanji likes to believe that you’re as needy as he, and that thought alone is too much for him as he drags his fingers down feeling the damp fabric that covers you.
his middle finger pushes further against the cloth, a whine and a tug at his blond hair only egg him on with a dirty smile and a dusty red blush.
“need you…now” you whisper, hips dragging with his touch until he’s finally had enough.
he’s fogged with a mixture of lust and love as he practically rips his pants off, his cock springing out his underwear and lewdly slapping his stomach.
precum coats his tip, nearly dripping onto his shaft, giving himself a few gentle pumps before pulling you against him.
like the gentleman he is, sanji makes sure that you’re ready, whispering a desperate “you ready?” before he lines up himself with your entrance.
with a rock of his hips, he pushes into you, allowing your body to become accustomed to his dick. he watches you grip at the sheets at his taunting pace, but as his heart beats so fast that it feels like it’ll beat out of his chest, he wonders who this is more punishing for.
sanji is so needy to paint the picture of you whiny for him in his mind, but his eyes screw shut as he bottoms out inside you, a shaky moan echoes off the walls.
in your overwhelming fervor, you can’t help but drag him down so his lips meet yours, muffling any sounds that came from you.
of course, as sanji is so fluid with his motions, making sure to pull his hips back just enough so that you can’t help but whine, he’s not the quietest either.
the lewd slapping of his balls against your skin engulfs sanji, forcing him to mumble praises and proclamations of devotion right against your ear.
with the sweet noises you continue to make, and how perfect sanji believes your bodies fit together he’s quick to speed up his pace, unable to contain himself anymore.
sanji’s messy kisses, turn into whimpers, impatiently whispering ‘i love you…i love you…i love you!’ until thick, hot, sticky ropes cover your stomach.
as aftercare ensues, you’re happy to clean him off too, giggling and teasing as your wipe sanji down just as he did for you.
it leads you to wonder if this was what made him believe his feelings were reciprocated. the intimate, yet endearing nature of how you two spent these moments surely could’ve fooled anyone.
sanji snuggles up behind you, kissing the skin on your shoulder with an idiotic smile, muttering a ‘goodnight, my love.’
the following morning the pounding in your head is the first thing that wakes you, which is soon accompanied by the unpleasant tension in your muscles and an acidic taste in your mouth.
you reach ever so slightly in an attempt to discard the covers, but something withholds you from doing so. it’s heavy, it has a tight grip around you, and it takes everything in you not to heave a heavy sigh that would surely wake him.
the guilt usually washed over you in the mornings when you were much more sober to properly comprehend the situation.
with a newly clear mind, you didn’t know who had the advantage in this scenario. while you weren’t oblivious to the ‘tricks’ sanji had decided to pull last night, you weren’t uninviting them either.
nor did you stop yourself from having a few too many glasses despite knowing your limits.
you knew how he felt towards you, yet still openly invited him to bed most nights. you couldn’t tell if it was an ego thing, constantly having a man such as he at your beck and call no matter the time or a place, or simply a lack of options out at sea.
sometimes the lines blurred between who was manipulating whom and you feared that you might be the most at fault here. but as you glance over to his stupidly happy face, you don’t really care and you’re sure he doesn’t either.
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celebrate 3,000 followers with me! :)
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kuroashims · 7 hours
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boys may argue all day but at night they don't fool anyone...
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