Lenny, any pronouns. 31. One Piece writing and Education musings. Requests are OPEN! Minors dni please! (This is also an Ace Attorney blog now sorry not sorry)
Soooooo turns out I love writing. Anyone have any requests?
That’s right…
Requests are open bitchessssssssss 💚
I WILL DO: NSFW and fluff fics (preferably xreader but I’ll do pairings as well if I like them) for Corazon, Sanji, Sabo, Doflamingo, Zoro, Law, Ace, Usopp, Franky, Shanks, BUGGY, Smoker, Aokiji, and maybeeee Kidd if I feel like it. I’ll write Luffy but no NSFW, and I’ll do wlw or otherwise queer fics for Nami and Robin (someone please request this please please please)
I WON’T DO: ageplay, CNC, noncon, bloodplay (at least not yet hehehe), anything involving scat/vomit
This is damn near word-for-word of an ask I'd seen a friend or two get a few months back. Really nice friends, and in at least ONE instance, someone did come in off anon and expose the whole thing, so sure - sure, it could be legit.
But here's my problem:
One - if you are seeking forgiveness, you need to come forward with your whole face. I know it's scary, but if I'm the kind of person whose forgiveness is important to you, then I hope you know I'm the kind of person who would grant it without putting you in front of gods and man.
Two - I don't really care. A bunch of cowards in a private server being twats toward people because they, themselves, are that useless doesn't really matter to me. I'm sorry they suck. I hope they find better ways to pass the time, because that's pretty sad.
On the one hand, knowing is kind of cool. It means my track record of being disliked by people who I wouldn't want to have like me anyway is intact.
On the other hand it doesn't matter. Who I am, what I do, and what I stand by aren't going to be changed by people who can only silence their own self-loathing by putting others down.
I'm curious what's been said because the things that have been said to me in my past are an incredibly high bar, and I doubt this has cleared that at all. But I'm not curious enough to even really want that answered, so you can disregard that.
But all that said, don't do something like this on anon. It's not cool. You could send someone into an anxiety attack or a spiral, and ruin their whole day - or more - and if that's your intent then I hope for you all the worst inconveniences you can imagine for the next 360 days, because that's just awful.
Alright, screw this whole bad back shit, I’m going to focus my anger at being in pain into a Dark DARK CYOA fic and if the gods are good it’ll have a surprise later on.
Step one, it’s gonna be Dark and Intense and death is POSSIBLE.
But who will be the “villain” in this sexy horror short CYOA?
-:- Options listed will be in order of least likely to end in death to MOST likely to end in death. Vote well -:-
Makes me so happy they let Doffy keep his cunty little glasses in Impel Down. They took them off, saw the absolute insanity in his eyes, and were like “Nah bud why don’t you keep those”
We are so close to ending this year, how was it for you?
Do you have new goals or dreams that you want to go after?
It's ok if you feel confused like Luffy, because life gets really hard sometimes and it is always ok to take baby steps towards your dreams.
The important part of closing the old year and walking into the new one is that you a) appreciate yourself for the things you have accomplished,
b) Appreciate the people who were around you when you needed them.
c) Appreciate the tools that you have in this moment, that will help you move in the direction of your dreams.
and d) DREAM. Create in the canvas of your mind the life you want to live, the person you want to be, the places you want to see, the experiences that you want to have, and hold those images in your mind.
And for the upcoming year, can we walk towards it together?
Can we set course towards that life? get closer to it day by day?
Can we promise to ?
I love you Nakama, you have been amazing this year 🧡
PSA: The way that someone else engages in fandom is not your business unless they are harassing you or encouraging others to do so. Don’t like OC fics? Cool, don’t read them. Someone didn’t like/bookmark your fic and you’re mad about it? Block them and move on. Idk why this is so hard for people
Thinking about how Sanji’s story training with Germa and then with Zeff could be compared to a kid in public schools with an undiagnosed learning disability. Hear me out on this.
Sanji wasn’t like his siblings/the other kids he learned with. It took him longer to do things, and he was less successful. What worked to teach them didn’t work to teach him. He wasn’t respected or taken seriously, and he was bullied by his peers. His teacher/father turned a blind eye to it, mistaking Sanji’s literal disability (compared to the others) for total weakness.
Fast forward to Sanji training with Zeff. Zeff taught him one on one and had an implicit respect for his pupil from the very beginning. He was hard on Sanji; but there was a deep love there too.
With Germa, Sanji made zero progress. With Zeff, he began a journey that led to him becoming not only an excellent fighter, but an excellent cook as well (nurturing his special interests).
As an educator I think it’s important to keep an eye out of kids like Sanji. They deserve the love and support they need to flourish and thrive.
Everyone wants to hug Sanji for what happened in Whole cake, but I just wanna admire him for the way he handled the stress.
Like it's so difficult managing all that stress altogether, and above all that you have to pretend you're fine.
Sanji is not only seeing the vinsmoke judge, he is seeing a man who declared him dead for not being good enough. He wasn't just locked up in a cell, he was dead — killed by his own parent! No one was coming to save him because no one knew he was alive. It haunts you, no, it eats you alive. Imagine seeing the face of that man again. It will not just haunt you, it will eat you alive.
His hands were cuffed, which he deemed precious. The only part of himself Sanji always protects, always cherishes and now, it is threatened to be taken away from him.
His father, his crew — his family was a hostage to keep him under control. He couldn't die, he couldn't live. He wasn't dead but he wasn't alive. He was a walking dead man in the entire arc.
All that stress and then having to act all arrogant in front of your captain. Your facade has to be perfect, the disgust on your face has to be perfect, you can't show a smile, you can't shed a tear, it has to be perfect or they will see through it. They would be in danger if they stayed.
Imagine in his head, he's going like
"No, please don't come. Don't come to get me. I don't want to hurt you. I can't let you stay here. Please go back, Luffy, Nami-san. You don't have to fight for someone like me. Please leave"
I definitely couldn't have dealt with stuff like Sanji did. He did so well. I admire him so much for that.
Anxiety dreams are off the rails dude. Last night I had a nightmare that I adopted a goat named Strawberry Hernia and he kept destroying all my property and was really badly behaved but I had to take him everywhere with me and all my friends hated him… genuinely woke up and my first conscious thought was “what has Strawberry Hernia gotten into now”
DAY 5. lingerie, mirror sex 🫀 | Black Leg Sanji
Pairing(s): Black Leg Sanji x reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience.
Synopsis: Your boyfriend is the man he is, and he always wants to take care of everything that happens in the kitchen by himself. So, for that reason, tonight you’ve decided you’ll take care of what goes on in the bedroom.
Author's notes: Day five belongs to our favourite cook! Oh, to be loved by Sanji and to love Sanji *sighs* Hope you Sanji girlies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Thank you, @tsunami-of-tears, for the gorgeous dividers.
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To be the chef of the Straw Hats is quite the job. Between the black hole that Luffy represents, Zoro's picky eating habits, Chopper's obsession with sugar, and the eight other specific pallets, it becomes an Everest-like task. And Sanji loves it; don’t get him wrong. Cooking is the thing he’s best at, and the fact that he gets to feed some of the strongest and nicest people he’s ever met, not to mention the ones he loves the most, makes him feel blessed every morning. But when you are massaging his back and shoulders, you are able to understand just how much pressure he’s under. You try to help as much as you can, prepping, plating dishes, and washing dishes, but your boyfriend is the man he is, and he always wants to take care of everything that happens in the kitchen by himself.
So, for that reason, tonight you’ve decided you’ll take care of what goes on in the bedroom. On the last island you’d been to, Nami and Robin had helped choose a lingerie set just for the cook to enjoy, a baby blue lace matching set. After a long shower and makeup, the set and one of his shirts hang on your body. You wait patiently for him to arrive.
Sanji is finally done with the day. He’s finished washing, drying, and putting back everything, chaining up and locking the fridge, and he’s more than ready to go and sleep in your arms, already imagining the soft smile you always greet him with and the sweet smell and feel of your skin. Today has been especially exhausting, with Luffy’s feral appetite, Usopp’s upset stomach, Brooke’s new allergy (how in the hell does he have any allergies if he doesn’t even have organs is above Sanji), and Zoro’s constant craving for every drop of alcohol that’s in the ship, he feels like going to bed and leaving it for a week. Not that it’d be possible; Luffy might die if it were.
He makes his way downstairs, stretching his arms and cracking his bones; he craves one of your massages. Images of you in bed, looking adorable, reading or just relaxing appear in his brain, but what he comes across is somewhat different from what he’s picturing.
You are lying on the bed, hair sprawled, legs crossed, and a book in your hands, so he got that part right, but what he didn’t account for was the lace that covers your skin. The sides of your body covered in the fabric of his nicest white shirt, your breasts pushed up and presentable for his eyes and his eyes only, your bottom, barely, wrapped in his favourite colour and the see-through material.
“My love...” He’s breathless, his heart beating stupidly quick, and the tent in his pants already forming.
“Hello, Sanji,” you greet him sweetly, sitting up to look at him. The book long forgotten, you open your arms to receive him.
In a second, he’s right there, not even acting shy and shoving his face in between your breasts. Ah, yes, his happy place.
“Rough day, baby?” You say as you scratch his head, running your fingers through his hair.
He nods, taking in your scent and touch. He’s usually the one to spoil you rotten, but for once, he’ll allow himself to be on the other side.
“Want to make you feel better?” You whisper against his ear, your hands making their way down his body and settling on his lower back, pressing down and rubbing on his muscles.
He groans against your skin and nods once again, not opening his eyes.
You help him take off his shirt, his naked chest doing wonders for your libido. Then, he lies down and you get on top of him to massage his back. You know where the most painful knots form, what makes him feel good, and where to avoid. You plant kisses on his skin and playfully pinch his butt every now and then; you know he doesn't mind it because he always chuckles.
“Fuck, beautiful. That feels so good.” He moans.
Once you’ve felt him relax enough, the motives behind your touches change. Now kissing his neck and sucking on his earlobe, your hands getting bolder, and his noises getting louder. He turns your positions, and now you are lying underneath him. The hearts in his eyes scanning and engraving every inch of your skin in his brain, thank gods he’s learned to control his nosebleeds over the years, cause if not, you’d be covered on it.
“You can do whatever you please, Ji.” That’s all it takes for his resolve to finally snap.
His lips are sucking on your tits through the lace, pulling cries out of your mouth, you’re sure Nami will make fun of in the morning. He pushed the panties aside, making sure not to tear them, and now his fingers are inside you, thrusting and pushing against every spot inside you he knows will drive you crazy. He hums against your skin; his cheeks are tinted in a pink hue, and the love and hearts in his eyes match it.
“Sanji...”, you mewl every time you feel his tongue running across your sensitive skin.
His clothed member rubs against the side of your hip, desperate for any kind of stimulation he can get, his underwear getting wet from the precum.
Sanji is such a passionate lover that it overwhelms your brain. For him, every part of your body needs to be adored, cherished, and worshipped, and he’s so, so unbelievably joyed he’s the one who gets to do it.
“More, please more, baby.” You whine, you need to feel more of him, near you, inside you, whatever he can give you.
Your man is quick to oblige, and in mere moments, he's got you gripping desperately to the bedsheets.
His tongue dances against your core. Lapping and eating every drop of your essence, his fingers keep claiming their place on your insides while his nose bumps against your clitoris. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours as he eats you out. He doesn't dare miss any of your reactions, your moans, cries, and the tears that form in your eyes are sacred.
"You taste so delicious, mon amour." He says in between breaths.
His lips suck on your clit, and his digits won't let go of your G-spot once he's found it. He's in love with your taste, and that reflects on the slurping sounds that come out of his mouth.
Your thighs grip his head in a deadly grip, trembling with his tongue's every move, but he's got no intention of pulling away; if he were to die right there, he'd be the happiest man on earth.
"Sanji, fuck, Sanji!" You are dangerously close to the edge, and he cannot only hear, but feel it. Your throbbing cunt sucking his fingers, not wanting to let go, yearning for that high only he can push you through.
"Cum for me, my love." He professes against your skin.
Your climax comes in violently. Your legs tense, your back arches, your hands pull on his hair, pushing him closer to your core, and your hips push him away, running from the overstimulation, all the same time.
Sanji kisses the inside of your thighs, and his fingers continue their torture, just in a gentler manner, prolonging your pleasure.
He holds you in his arms, waiting for you to stop shaking and come back to him, his lips caress your cheeks and temples, and his thumb wipes away your tears.
"You are the most wonderful thing that's happened to me, my love." He takes your thing between his fingers and leans down to kiss you, "princess, there's, umm, there's something I've always wanted to try, and I don't know if you'd be willing to, and you don't have to, of course, but, umm..." He nervously rambles, looking to the side, and his cheeks turn red.
"Sanji," this time you grab his face and make him look you in the eyes, "tell me."
That's how you found yourself in front of the big, corner mirror. He's got you on top of him, your legs open next to his knees, and your back lying on top of his chest. His cock is already impaling you, bullying your cervix. You are completely exposed to your and his eyes, and you can't help but feel a bit shy, but Sanji's always there to reassure you.
"No, beautiful. Do not feel ashamed, you look completely and utterly breathtaking." He whispers against the skin of your neck. His hips are slowly moving, not wanting to overwhelm you.
"Sanji, you are so deep." Your breathless moans just riled him up.
His hands help you, pulling you up and down on his cock, one of them attached to your clit and trying circles to help you relax further.
You can see him in the mirror, the way his eyebrows furrow every time you clench tighter around him, how his mouth opens and lets out husky pants, and his tongue wets his dry, bitten lips. The veins that pop out of his arms from the pleasure and effort of moving you both. His beautiful hands that grip your waist, legs, and thighs, not knowing where to settle, but eager to discover every part of you.
"Baby, oh god, you feel heavenly," he muffled his moans against your skin, careful not to disturb anyone's sleep.
"Mm, Sanji!" You wince right back.
The pleasure and exhaustion from the day are taking over, your limits are coming closer, and you both begin to feel lightheaded. Sanji's eyes won't leave your body, licking and biting his lips at the bouncing of your boobs. You throw your head back and close your eyes, feeling that electrifying sensation on your legs and the knot about to snap on your belly.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, Sanji! Cumming!" Your nails dig into the skin of his arms, trying to ground you and pull you closer to him.
He groans against your skin once he feels the way your insides are desperately trying to milk him, and he cums inside. Every worry abandons his body right there when he sees on the mirror the mix of his seed and your juices coming out you and dripping onto the bed. If he wasn't so tired, that'd get him going again.
You both fall onto the bed, quick-breathed, sweaty, and your muscles aching, but happy and satisfied, nonetheless.
"Thank you, darling. I need this." He says as he kisses your temple and continues caressing your hip.
