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uniquetosmbody · 3 days
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Just sweet soft zosan
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cwispihae · 2 days
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USOPP! ARE YOU IN THAT HOT SANJI BOOK AGAIN?
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He's in denial💕
(with alt text in case my letters are too ass to read)
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sofixxoxxo · 11 hours
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(𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕔𝕔, 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖)
𝔸 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕤
𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚 𝕩 𝔾ℕ!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
ℂ𝕎: 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕌𝕤𝕠𝕡𝕡 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚'𝕤
𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!
👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️👔❤️
Long-range combat presupposes, apart from attentiveness, stealth and perseverance, an exceptional power of observation. And Usopp, without a doubt, possesses all of these crucial qualities, as without them he would’ve most probably kicked the bucket way before Luffy stomped his foot anywhere near Syrup Village.
Also, all of these qualities are found only in the best of the best, and the best of the best tend to bring their combat habits home from the battlefield because great warriors remain as such even in the confines of (relative) safety. 
This is why, after some acute observation (or very noticeable and no less disturbing staring, as Nami chooses to put it), Usopp has come to an intriguingly confusing conclusion: there is a certain shirt Sanji owns that he never, ever smokes in. 
🚬.
It is as ordinary as it is special. Special in a way that it is not long-sleeved, but not short-sleeved enough to call it a t-shirt; the sleeves are also wide, like bells, not stifingly slim. The fabric isn’t anything smooth like satin, it doesn’t gleam with sleekness in the midday sun. Most probably, it’s cotton. 
Ordinary it is in a way that it is just a shirt. It doesn’t look expensive, no, it actually looks a little worn, a little old, though Usopp can’t remember Sanji wearing it much. It’s also striped; the stripes are pale blue on a white canvas. 
Now Sanji does wear it more often. Not all the time, but definitely frequently enough to recognize it from the first glance with an ah. It has become familiar. 
And there is more, of course, more to it being special: it does not smell like smoke.
🚬.
It is unusual. So unusual, at first, that it makes Usopp, without any joke, uncomfortable. 
The white that sticks out of Sanji’s mouth is not a cigarette, but the white of a lollipop stick. There is a jar of these in a kitchen cabinet, and whenever Luffy tries to steal one (or the whole entire jar), Sanji throws a fit of a truly frightening caliber. 
When Usopp stands beside Sanji on these days, he doesn’t scrunch his nose, doesn’t sneeze, and comes a little closer whenever Sanji wears the special shirt. It makes his own smell discernible enough, and Usopp is surprised to learn that his friend comprises in himself much more than just tobacco. 
He doesn’t know what to think of this specific shirt. It shows him their Sanji from a new side, new perspective, and new is not to be immediately trusted. 
However…
🚬.
When Sanji’s wearing the shirt, he’s different.
He’s happy. Happier. Smiles more and even snickers to himself when he thinks no one’s listening or looking. Touches the fabric with reverent care, pinches and rolls it between his fingerpads while submerged in the depth of thought, and when he’s suddenly pulled out onto the shore of the present, Sanji flinches, retracts his hands first, then draws them close again and tenderly smoothes out the wrinkles. Sometimes he covers a shoulder with a palm, and his brows pinch in such a softness they tremble, and Usopp actually fears that one day the signature swirls will smooth out into what’s considered usual and normal. 
When Sanji’s wearing the shirt, and Zoro renders it a suitable occasion for some verbal bite, Sanji bites back. As always, but he also does it differently: teeth bared not in a sneer but in a grin; hands not buried in pockets but one resting at the slope of his waste, another on his chest, fingers spread wide; nose not up, his head, instead, is lowered and he’s watching Zoro from under the shadow of his fringe; he isn’t growling, his voice, instead, is cunning in its stability. 
In this shirt, Sanji never really fights. 
🚬.
The others know something that Usopp doesn’t, and one does not necessarily need to possess such qualities as perseverance, stealth and attentiveness to notice this.
Whenever Sanji wears the shirt, Robin smiles, a little bit too knowingly, a little bit too fondly. Nami smiles also, but in a way that never fails to make Usopp’s hair stand on end. Whenever Sanji wears the shirt, she disappears for a brief moment and comes back looking particularly self-assured, the cat that got the cream, or a fair share of blackmail material. Zoro rolls his eyes, but with no malice, most likely simply out of habit or to maintain the rivalry image. 
They know something that Usopp doesn’t, but this is not for long.
🚬.
Usopp has been missing laundry days. On laundry days, when they are docked whenever, Franky and him tend to scour the town, or forest, or whatever place they hit land on. This time, it’s Sanji who goes, and the striped mystery resolves when Usopp stumbles into you on the lower deck.
It’s laundry day, and you’re wearing Sanji’s special shirt. 
“Sorry,” you say at the same time Usopp sticks a finger at your chest and points out: “That’s Sanji’s.”
You freeze. A flush of cheeks unfreezes you, and warms into a chuckle.
“Well, uh, yeah. It’s comfy, so he lets me borrow it on laundry days. I found it his closet, like, ages ago.”
You always wear it on laundry days, and Sanji always wears it the day after, and never, ever smokes in this blue-striped, bell-sleeved shirt.
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raspberrydraws · 2 days
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Bro... what if we were like... talking horses and also like.. accidentally kissed .. bro..
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antikr1sta · 17 hours
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sanji taking a break from training at kamabakka <3
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gay-ratt · 24 hours
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They’re going to have a cuddle sesh!! (forcefully)
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misslovasstuff · 3 days
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HIM BLUSHING HIM BLUSHING HIM BLUSH-
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wan-dream · 2 days
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Luffy, Nami & Sanji | ルフィ、ナミとサンジ
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jadedchainsaw · 1 day
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I can NOT do this again-
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wowowsophawowow · 1 day
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SO SORRY TIMBLR I COMPLETELY FORGOT YOU EXISTED ‼️‼️ so here’s some Sanji work ! She’s so cute I love her
I read how Sanji will take a huge ass saw to butcher giant meat parts and I DRAGGED THAT THROUGH MY OWN INTERPRETATION ‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖
Also if you want to see my art actively posted and wanna follow me on something I’m more active on my Twitter is @/nomoresopha ‼️‼️ come follow me 💖💖💖
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luvlyycy · 14 hours
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anyway, zoro n sanji eating you out. sanji's fingering you as his other hand holds your leg back, both of them licking at your clit— both of their tongues rubbing against each other's, zoro can't help but groan. his arm lazily wrapping around sanji's back, as they both glance at each other then up at you—
your mouth open wide as your chin is nearly drenched with drool, hands squeezing the sheets so hard that they nearly tear.
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romionesolos · 2 days
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Little Sanji in online class :)
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He's in a box😸
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sofixxoxxo · 3 days
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(𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕔𝕔, 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕖, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖)
Blow You Mind (Whah)
Sanji Birthday Event Pt 1 Sanji x GN! reader
CW: none
Brief Description: in both Penguin's and Shachi's opinion, your taste in men is simultaneously the worst and best thing ever imaginable
(in this piece reader is a part of the Heart Pirates)
Enjoy!
💜💖🧡💜💖🧡💜💖🧡💜💖🧡💜💖🧡💜
“This is delicious,” Shachi sneers and does a little wiggly dance of mirth. The contents of his mug, which smell of strawberry cheesecake and taste of moldy gouache, never so much as ripple. You might’ve poured your soggy cereal onto his successfully this time dyed pinky-peach-orange head if not for the fact the ensuing shrieks would rouse the rest of the crew, a few sea kings, and Law, who’s just found drowsy solace after days of forced wakeful wandering. Also, Shachi is not talking about his ‘tea’.
“Piss off,” you grumble. The void behind the porthole at your side makes a perfect mirror. Shachi’s reflection guzzles up the scrumptious atrocity and smacks its lips with an ‘ahhh’. “You’re overacting.” 
The reflection swivels around the counter and plops opposite you in its corporal form. The mug in Shachi’s hand is completely empty.
“Disgusting.”
“Not as much as your taste.”
“At least I still have it. Drink some more of that and your tongue’ll fall off.”
Shachi puts his precious ceramic outside of your tiny hotspot and pounces; Penguin only speaks when your remotely harmless pushing turns into mindless kicking not only at each other’s internals but also at the submarine’s. 
“Keep on going and and I’ll charge you both for damage.” 
You’re pushed away for Shachi’s focus has now shifted; to his since when are you the one responsible and not Ikkaku and I’m already indebted enough this is theft and noooo you come back here mister, you pick yourself back up. The porthole’s void is both soothing and unnerving in its solemnity. 
“I hate him,” you tell the dark, forehead pressed into the glass. The shuffling halts abruptly. Shachi gasps. “Oh my god, not you, idiot.”
“Very much disappointing,” he takes his earlier position of a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit. Your knees clash. “Wish you did. I’d get sooo pampered. Who knew one only needs to be a perverted blondie chef with infuriating leg strength to get free burn ointment. Did you know about this, by the way? Did you know? Did you see it?” Shachi’s finger jerks from you to Penguin like a compass needle. 
The latter shakes his head. To your dismay, a self-satisfactory grin pulls at the corners of his lips. 
“Unbelievable. For you, to fall victim to their cook’s advances-”
“Eugh, please-”
“-thought your standards were way higher.” 
“If they were way higher I wouldn’t be here right now.”
This time, the duo attacks. Next night the three of you will resemble ladybugs with spots of bruises. 
“And if my standards were way higher, I’d recruit actual adults and not kindergarteners.”
Your tangle freezes. Law slouches in the doorway, discontented. His face is ploughed with pillow lines. 
“Back to quarters. You have three seconds.” 
The captain steps away, mercifully slow bending the first of the three dooming fingers. Penguin and Shachi manage to squeeze through and off on the second try.
Law’s last finger holds still. You roll your eyes and stand up. “Wouldn’t leave for something like that,” is grunted jadedly on the way out. 
Really. You’d rather savour the exasperating occasions. 
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usoppsfattit · 19 hours
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A lil Doddle of Sanji (⁠~⁠ ̄⁠³⁠ ̄⁠)⁠~
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