♡ TAGS ; Femdom, Reader Implied to Have a Vagina, Feminization, Feminizing Language for Sanji (clit in place of dick, pussy in place of hole etc.) , Nipple Play, Lingerie / Cross-Dressing, Handjobs, Sanji-Centric Smut, Pegging Implication, No Major Spoilers, Post-Timeskip 18+
♡ WC ; 2.3k
♡ A/N ; my first op piece being sanji femdom for the sole reason i want to torture @foreveragape lmao. the influence of having a friend u love to torment fr.
happy pride to all bisexuals and freaky women i love you my people.
♡ SYNOPSIS ; Sanji surrenders himself so much easier when he's being your girl.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart,” You murmur soft against the tender skin of his neck. “A real pretty pink under there, aren’t you?”
Sanji whines—deflated, something inside his ribcage is pushing gently pushed out. A soft, needy noise into the open air, his head leaning back against your shoulder. You watch his throat bob, musing a little at the contrast of what’s in front of you. A sharp jaw line lined with dark blonde and brown hairs. His jaw slightly gritted, furrowed brows. He rolls his hips up high and you push them back down gently, with your thumb pressed into his either side of his hip.
“Be a good girl and be patient,” You hum, ever gentle. “Just get nice and wet for me first, okay? I’ll tease your clit as much as you want, but you have to wait,”
He sobs a little into you, and you feel your heart flutter. You cup a hand under his jaw, petting it softly, staring down at his body from where your chin is perched on his shoulder. Sanji does slow for this. The restlessness that seems to agonize him settles at the way your fingers linger on his skin. The touch soothes him down to his base needs, even silent whines tamped down as he breathes in and out so carefully.
It stirs you to watch him fold like this. Your adoration for Sanji always reaches it’s peak when you touch him. Always giving, generous, serviceable—loyal like loved dogs are. With all the need to keep you safe like a hound and all the spoiled habits of a puppy.
You slide both hands underneath his arms and slide them all the way into the open buttons of his collared shit. His double-breasted jacket lies open with a thin dress shirt underneath, material fit for warmer weather. The light blue color makes the texture of of the lingerie every so slightly visible from under it.
The bralette you’ve chosen for Sanji is white. A sheer, ribbon-like material makes the square bralette, one without a plunge that shows off the flatness of his chest. Dotted with bows and lined with lace, as it hugs the bottom of Sanji’s pecs every so slightly. Sanji’s face is covered by his hands as you admire him with it on.
He’s filled out over the two years you were apart, at least for you to see it fill the unlined bralette ever so slightly. You slip your hands underneath the cups, palms gently running over his hardened nipples. He gasps quietly and a laugh bubbles out of you—somewhere between cruel and adoring. A sense of elation overwhelms you as you round your hands up and squeeze. There’s a slight weight, barely enough to fill your palms. Sanji shivers a little in your lap, keening.
“Flat chested girls are cute too. Such a pretty girl.” You offer, knowingly, delighted by Sanji’s immediate reaction. “Aren’t you?”
He can’t bring himself to say yes, but you can see it all the same. The way it washes over him from head to toe, that sense of euphoria that threatens to leave him completely boneless.
Sanji, by all accounts, is the best man you know. He’s good in all the ways that matter. Generous, considerate, and so believing in the superiority of every woman he knows. Your authority and Sanji’s service for you never feel at odds when you’re together. He alway takes good care of you, better than anyone man or woman. To be a man for Sanji has high expectations, and Sanji seeks to exceed every single one.
For all of his playful charm, deep down you know better that Sanji always believes himself a little unworthy. Even after everything, and all of this time. You’ve always had to talk him out of deifying you, but it all runs so deep in him. A belief in the holiness of you, and the burdensome belief of born sinc.
But the ways in which you are like God, is how you’re made in the image of mankind, selfish and primal. Each time you touch him you try to remind him of that—that your appetite comes from inside of you, Sanji turns away. Becomes bashful and disbelieving in the very idea that each offering at the altar is appreciated so wholly.
Letting Sanji be your girl is like tethering him back to Earthliness alongside you. A great equalizer that allows him to take as much as you can give. Step beyond himself to receive the affection he needs so desperately, that he soaks up like a sponge. It makes giving himself up something to bask in for just one moment.
Sanji warbles a little, his voice light. More airy than you usually get to hear it. Your fingers tease and toy with his nipples without constraint, crooning at him each time he lets his voice out for you.
“Does that feel good baby?”
“Yes.” Sanji replies simply, rutting his hips again ever so slightly. “Yes, feels so—“
You flick your thumb over them, feeling them harden further under your touch. Sanji is sensitive everywhere , but it took you some effort to make him feel it there. The reminder of his own efforts to please bring you inexplicable joy. You find yourself reaping your efforts often, regardless of what role you play for the evning.
When you touch them, something in Sanji unfolds itself in front of you like a love letter; an open invitation to take him further—into where you wish. A place you’ve primed for no reason other than wanting to make him feel as good as he can. His spine goes loose at even the slightest brush now, floating as his weight falls into your lap. Eyes shut close, breathing uneven. It overwhelms him, always, without any theatre.
But as your girl, it makes him dizzy. It makes him wet and needy. Makes him ache and shiver. This kind of desire acts like a kind of cradling for him, a haziness, an undeniable proof of what he isn’t and what he couldn’t possibly be. No necessity for anything other than to be your one and only girl, something he longs for in a way he could never voice.
“Lots of girls feel it here,” You say empathetically, rolling one softly with your thumb as his voice becomes louder and louder. Desire welling up inside of him, curling around his ribcage. “Don’t be so embarrassed,”
Sanji’s protest comes genuine, a sense of upset to his words and all too sincere. On the very edge of letting go but still on the precipice. Just needing one more push before he can embody what you expect from him. “I’m trying,”
Your laughter flows easily at his discontent. “That so? I’m sorry, baby. Should I help you?”
Sanji doesn’t say anything back to you, frowning a little in a way that endears you something awful. You pinch him lightly.
“Use your words, sweet girl.”
“Yes,” Sanji whines, so ashamed and so turned on that pre-cum leaks out onto his slacks. “I really don’t know what to do with myself,”
You recognize the honesty, putting it all to pause for a brief moment. You put your mouth next to his ear while still toying with his nipples, tongue caressing along the outer and inner. His whole body trembles, arousal suddenly spiking and spilling out of him—his loud moaning echoing. “Just let me have you, Sanji. Don’t think so hard. Just be good and listen to me. Can you do that?”
Sanji makes another face of conflict before finally yielding, his expression turning towards you desperately. You kiss him deeply then, opening the seam of his mouth with your tongue so you can kiss him like trying to swallow him whole. A kiss like the eucharist. Sanji moans slightly into your mouth when you do. You break apart from him, the tip of your nose brushing his.
“Good girl,”
Embarrassment soaks back into him, but it’s different now. A pleasant sort of shyness, cute and coquettish that makes you grin as he wrestles with it. So quickly, his whole body flushes a gorgeous color. A shade of pomelo, ripe with need. He goes pink to the tips of his ears, down the line of his shoulders, the slight bump of his chest.
“Let’s move this,” You say, pushing the bottom end of the bralette up just past his nipples until it sits folded, sliding both palms down his abdomen. “There you are,”
With his chest bare, you move your fingers carefully onto his belt. Undoing the zipper and buttons and pushing them down. Sanji lifts his hips for you with immediate obedience, helping you keep his slacks in place at the middle of his bare thighs.
He gasps at the sight of what lays beneath. Under the neat black fabric of his slacks is the sheer, lacy white of Sanji’s underwear. Boyshort panties with trimmed ruffles, sheer enough to see everything that’s barely hidden. It’s completely obscene in a way that makes both you and Sanji reel. You smile sweetly looking at. The rounded tip of Sanji’s cock spilling pre into the lace turning it almost transparent. Highlighting the shape of it, the length and size. Big and useless, standing completely straight. The tip of his cock is a shade of pink dark enough to look red. A furious color making him stick out even.
The tented material of his panties make it so there’s nowhere for him to hide.
From there you can see everything. The neatly trimmed hair over his cock, and the small happy trail on the smooth, pale expanse of his stomach. His length ulsating as he waits for more with such shallow breaths.
“Oh, baby,” You murmur lovingly. “You’re needy, huh? It’s throbbing. Haven’t even touched you.”
Sanji just nods, making you coo in sympathy. You creep your hands onto the inside of the stretched lace, still not touching his cock as you rest both palms on his pelvis, a hand on either side. You press your tits further into his back to get the proper angle. Wrapped around him completely with no room to run from your touc.
“You’re a good girl, baby.” You say lowly, placing your hands closer and closer to his cock. “How do good girls get what they need?”
Sanji fumbles, some part of him intrinsically knowing the answer, which makes him bashful beyond measure. “Using their…words,”
“So, what does my pretty girl need from me? What should I do with her?”
“Please touch me.” He begs with ease. You shake your head.”Please,”
“Touch you where?”
Red blooms all down his skin. You can tell the exact moment it occurs to him what you mean, a noise of uncertainty following the thought. Your shoulder shake with silent laughter as you watch him wrestle with it. Want always wins out in the end, both of his hands gripping into the bedsheets as he grits the word out with every last shred of his conscious.
“Please touch my clit,”
You moan, pleased. “Atta girl,”
The pitiful whine that leaves his mouth as soon as you touch his cock urges you into motion. Your poor baby. You circle your palm over the head of his cock, wetting it. Once, twice, three times—pressing your thumb tender into the slit. With your hand now soaked with pre-cum, you wrap a fist around the base of his shaft, holding it tight.
Sanji gasps, throwing his head back as his body shudders in your arms. A laugh crosses your lips at how loud he’s being. Your other hand squeezes his tits for him making Sanji melt.
You waste no time in bringing him close to the edge, delighting in the way he’s let himself go to the feeling. With your fist firm around the base of his cock, you move your hand in a slow, rhythmic motion. You let yourself linger at the tip, rubbing it around in the small circle of your close hand before bring it back down to stroke him. You can feel his cock twitch endlessly under your expert touch, moaning as he resists bucking himself into your first. Sanji hates ruining his own pleasure that way
His chest rises and falls, mouth fallen open as you watch him take each stroke. He moans incoherently, losing his voice somewhere inside of him as he grips onto the sheets and pants. So wanting for you always, the whole figure of his body wracking with oncoming pleasure.
His cock leaks a little on each stroke, pre-cum now a steady stream as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, oh, please, please, please,”
“You wanna cum, pretty girl? Gonna be good and cum for me?”
Sanji thrusts up into your hands involuntary, desperate as he nods. Muttering incoherently as he pulses, body gone completely taut with anticipation. His stomach tenses hard, and then in motion you watch everything in his body just begin to unwind.
Faster, the room fills with a wet, filthy noise. “Fuck. Yes, yes, yes,”
“Go on. Cum for me, sweet girl. Show me,”
With another few strokes Sanji spills into your hands. Your fingers go sticky with thick ropes of white cum, stroking feverishly even as Sanji keeps cumming. You squeeze every last drop of it out until he has to beg you instead to stop instead, which you finally do.
Sanji breathes heavily as he lays in your arms in the post-orgasm glow, trying to catch his breath as you kiss all over his neck and shoulders. His usual comes back to him after a beat, soft and worn, and oh-so utterly grateful it makes your core ache with desire.
“Thank you,” He says, voice smile.
You smile at him tenderly, nosing at his neck and jaw. “Of course sweet girl…but I didn’t say we were finished yet, did I?”
Sanji makes a garbled noise. “Sorry?”
You grin sharply.
“It’s alright, baby. I know. You need something to fill your pussy with right?” You say, cuddling into him, smiling gently as you see Sanji already starting to get hard again. “I’ve got you,”
in relation to last post i think it’d be even better if you blew sanji once while everyone was drunk and it was the best experience he ever has because holy shit you’re so good at that but . but but but
and months later he realizes the impropriety of how carelessly he treated your throat and mouth. used it because he doesn’t see why he should worry about it, and he was flushed and so horny and tipsy and no one has ever made him feel like that. and he doesn’t even like you, and can’t understand why you’re doing it so he just. almost vents. the corners of your mouth ache a little and he is pretty apologetic after (gives you some ointment) but nothing NEAR what he would do if you were a lady
ohhhh the revelation with that memory. the guilt boner. man
♡ A/N : im a little bit shy to post this because i rarely formally self-insert into anything but i've been very captivated by one piece and i've been thinking about this nonstop so here is a general lore post for my current op self-insert
spoilers up to the end of fish-man island up ahead.
TRIGGER WARNING for Child Sexual Assault, Sex Trafficking + Sexual Slavery, Abuse and Captivity.
Age: 23 Pre Timeskip, 25 Post Timeskip
Race: Half-Fishmen + Half Mermaid (Betafish)
Bastard child of Arlong, Jinbei's niece and adoptive daughter. Her mother was a close companion of Madame Shyarly, through whom she met Arlong.
Kept her existence a secret due to differing political beliefs and fear of Arlong's violent nature.
Her mother passes trying to protect her from traffickers and ultimately fails. She's mixed with Fishmen but generally presents as a purple beta fish mermaid which makes her a target. She gets trafficked into sex work shortly after while very young.
She spends ages 8 through 13 working as a prostitute before Jinbei and the Fishmen Pirates liberate from her captors.
In this time, she unlocks her Conquerors Haki while fighting off a violent client. The thick scar around her neck is from the same encounter.
Arlong learns of her existence through a letter from Jinbei, but is already in captivity.
The year she spends with Jinbei and the Fishmen Pirates, she describes, as the happiest year of her entire life.
Following Jinbei's acceptance of the deal to become the Seven Warlords, he entrusts her to Royal Family to train to become a part of their army.
However, the subsequent release of Arlong makes this short-lived. Upon his release from Impel Down, he kidnaps her and brings her with him to Cocoyasi - to which she spends the next eight years captive alongside him
Arlong continues to train her during the time and makes her a formidable foe, but she's still heavily monitored and held captive. Her circumstances only intensify Arlong's hatred for human beings, and they often get into arguments about Arlong's cruelty towards the species.
Most of all, she spends eight years deeply resenting Arlong for continuing her life of captivity.
She slowly loses her drive to leave the island, due to the uncertainty of Jinbei's status and grows increasingly depressed over 8 years.
When the Strawhats come to Cocoyasi and liberate it's people, she finds her motive again and begs to temporarily join the crew. She does not specify who she is looking for, only that she does not intend to stay forever and will not place extra burden on them.
She stays with them during that duration, getting separated from the crew during the events of Sababody. Shortly after the events of Marineford takes place, she makes it her mission to return to Fishman Island, desperately searching for Jinbei until finding him in the Sea Forest.
She remains with Jinbei for those two years. She trains her Haki alongside him while he waits for Luffy. Notably, she does not reunite with the crew in Sababody, but does train herself to be stronger with them in mind.
When the Strawhats eventually return, she has no plans of re-joining the crew. To her the allyship was always temporary. She's surprised when Luffy extends the invite, and almost turns it down until Jinbei also reveals his plans to join them, to which she decides to continue to travel at sea with the Strawhats
ABILITIES / OTHER INFO.
She mainly fights with Haki but owns a staff that she fights with. Her fighting style is inspired by a rural Bangladeshi martial arts that involved wooden staff. She also likes spears, and owns a talwar—single edge blade.
She trains her Conqueror's Haki during her two-years with Jinbei.
Her main source of catharsis is writing. She journals for personal reasons but also takes care to document the adventures of the Strawhats in secret. She keeps this well-hidden and the crew don't find out for some time.
Aside from that, she also reads a whole lot of war and combat strategy as part of her contribution and keeps the most up-to-date with global politics
She's a great cook and does best with seafood dishes.
She dyes parts of her hair in an attempt to look more related to Jinbei which is why she chooses blue. Most of her piercings and tattoos she got during her time at Cocoyasi as a way to give her control. She also starts using substances in this time, mostly weed. Doesn't like drinking.
Her genetics have mutated in a way that makes her more traditionally mermaid like, able to switch between legs and tail through the submersion of water. She is a worse fighter on land which she has to actively train against and struggles with even lightly injured.
She has a strained relationship with Nami that smooths out after the timeskip where they become close and is very close with Robin, with whom she likes to trade books and information with.
On land, she likes to dress for comfort and prefers baggy clothes. On the ship, she often wears saree with a fabric made from seaweed and loose draping for comfort. She also wears this underwater.
Her main drive as a character is to live as freely as possible, after spending most of her life in complete captivity. This makes her something of a hedonist and somewhat lazy and cautious. She is formidable fighter but not out of discipline or a desire to excel but as a way to support her curiosity and desire to learn and see the world.
That being said, she is extremely stubborn about wanting to laze about which gets her pretty far. Her stubbornness to live exactly the way she wants is also the source of her Haki and a crucial element to her tactical choices to survive through the series. She's also motivated by wanting to stay alongside Jinbei for as much of her life as she can.
A part of her maturation is developing a will for hard-work during the timeskip
that is all for now!!!!!! ive been thinking about this self-insert like. basically nonstop LMAO and i wanted to get this out of my system.
i don't know who i'll ship with her yet, it's between zoro and luffy - though im currently leaning towards zoro. she's older than both of them which makes it complicated but we ball. a poly selfship is in the distance but figuring out the narraative logistics are a literal nightmare.
thank you for reading this far if you have and putting up with my op craziness. hopefully a fic will be coming soon. 🥳🥳
"Could you endure that? That your every effort amount only to the body you were born in? You are not different from them. I won't be saved by you. I will not take your hand," —THE WEAVER.
sanji doesn’t fuck you until you pass out but he does make you cum until you pass out. he goes from mouth -> mouth and fingers -> wand vibrator. he’s very troubling because he is cooing at you the entire time. habitually talks you through it until you like can’t fight him anymore
and then when you’re out he fucks you while you’re sleepy / unconscious very very slow and gentle. he gives it to you harder when you wake as a reward and then you cum together
i do think, in his devotion and deference, zoro would be fine with you fucking luffy if it was something you really wanted… but is the inverse true, would luffy let you fuck zoro if you were his or is this something his… possessiveness(? greed? jealousy?) prohibit?
yes and no but ultimately yes . as sincerely as possible it really depends on how much zoro wants it and what it would mean for your relationship to each other . one thing about luffy is that he loves to weigh things. he doesn’t do it consciously but he has a way of moving that demonstrates a very accurate picture of someone’s character and neuroses
on top of that i think the crew has a very intricate sense of relationships. the crew is luffys, and by that measure, he doesn’t really feel bothered sharing with them. i don’t think you and him being explicitly romantic changes much fundamentally, luffy just Loves.
big grand gestures of love are not romantic to luffy as much as it’s part of who he is. so i don’t think he’d be bothered with you wanting to fuck anyone else on the crew, and generally i think this is true for a lot of them with the exception of sanji and nami
but if you’re doing that, it has to be for a good reason. it can’t have any other hangups attached or he won’t let it happen. if luffy isn’t meeting your needs, he needs to know that first before he says yes.
but if it’s just because you both want it, i think he’s pretty happy with that. i really MOSTLY think the closest thing to jealousy he would have there is that he always also wants to be there. he likes watching and partaking and i think he shows fondness for dominating zoro a little on the account of you being his partner ultimately
fujoneet!reader or similar w luffy…is this anything
honestly maybe but i’m not solid enough on my luffy characterization to say anything definitively . i can see him take an interest but i think he’s less likely to see perversion in the situation but likes reader and likes to see her certain ways. in all cases luffy is mainly focused on reader herself and cares less about her work whatever it is
i’m imagining in this case she doesn’t make specific doujins but is just a hentai artist in secret. luffy probably finds her nsfw art on accident and sincerely tells her it’s good, but her embarrassment REALLY intrigues him. he has a specific brand of freak lol
that being said i think both sanji and luffy would fucking die. sanji is like so scandalized by your career as a porn artist on the side, and paired with you being kind of dorky. he gets routinely embarrassed when he remembers the stuff you make. it’s a similar situation but for sanji, he hands your stuff back without looking
he just like. happens to catch a title of a printed comic your carrying and looks it up . and when he finds the craziest poem ever and a twitter account w persona that looks like you - he literally feels like the world is about to end. i will elaborate if asked but it’s a bit of a diff situation from luffy
i think zoro is the most like rin where he gets really bricked up by the absurdity of it all. like for zoro you’re probably sketching his muscles and he finds you out, and sees it, and is creeped out a little. but when he realize the notebook belongs to you and you’re like . timid and nerdy and reclusive he’s like ??? and then he realizes you make art online somewhere and just decides to see if he can find you
oh my god the craziness he experiences when your public facing twitter account is filled with crazy hentai. he’s like ????????? and is kind of immediately horny . he can’t really place it, it’s just so . WOAH. for him
i actually have so much to say so feel free to ask abt it but yeah
