𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 ~ 𝐋𝐚𝐰, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢, 𝐀𝐜𝐞 & 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Tw: nsfw. masturbation with feet. dp. public. 5some. hair pulling
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Another island, another freed country and with it a huge banquet. The Mugiwaras and allies have been doing this for almost two years now and since you, the newest addition to the family, joined, everything has been even more lively.
Sanji, the cook of your crew, worked hard to feed your captain as well as the rest of you and allies. This past mission had three special guests, the captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law. The second division commander of the Shirohige pirates and Luffy’s brother, Portgas D. Ace. And another one of Luffy’s siblings, Sabo, the Revolutionary Army Chief of staff. Beautiful young men, hot and the perfect victim to your enchantress actions.
“Sanji-kun, do you need any help?” you ask, smiling so sexily and standing right behind him while he stirs some vegetables over the pan. You can tell how much his back’s muscles stiffen by simply coming closer to him and you can’t help but rejoice in such reaction.
The blonde -ex- prince turns around trying to stop the little vivid red string to drop from his nose and smiling kindly tells you that you shouldn’t work. But you insist, and your hand now lands over his shoulder. “Uh… Sanji, come on! Let me help! I’m not made of crystal” you whisper, rather sexily next to his ear.
He stutters, his legs cross a little and show you how much he is fighting not to succumb into your indecent actions. “O-ok, (Name)… If, if you want you can take this” he finally says, giving up his extreme sense of chivalry.
On your hands a silver tray with many sausages rest. Funny, you think, finding the perfect excuse to make him get even hard with a rather suggestive joke. “Thank you, Sanji-kun~ Will take this outside, I’m dying to have one of this long, meaty sausages” you utter, kissing his cheek before going outside.
The poor man is left in the worst of the states, and you can probably feel the whole ambience of the kitchen rising at least a few degrees from his burning, rosy cheeks.
Outside, the hot, always-so-serious surgeon. Tattooed work of art, the sin you are willing to commit at any hour. “Trafalgar ~” you purr next to him, making your way towards the wooden table where Ace and Sabo are opening the hot dog buns. “Name-ya?” he asks, always with a monotonous voice cadence, but icy widen eyes so fixed on your cleavage.
“Are you going to have hot dogs?” you ask, sure he dislikes bread. “I won’t, probably some rice” he answers back, omitting something you all know about his childish food preferences.
“Or you could simply eat the hot dog without the bun… I would, though” you moan, softly, biting the tip of your tongue and smirking with your eyes fixed on his. Law blinks a few times, because his high intellect screams that you wanted to say what you said, but he tries to supress, so he will not take you inside and fuck the brain out of you.
He chokes with his own saliva, and quickly answers you back. “Uh… yes, if you want… (Name)-ya”.
“Sure I will, Torao ~”
Your next victims are kidnapped by their gum gum brother, but you have no hurries. Ace and Sabo are treats you could have after the meal…
After sitting at the biggest table created by Franky over the deck of the Thousand Sunny Go, you make sure to sit right in front of Sanji and his Germa fanboy, Law. Both men have their eyes on you, warily thinking you had just flirted with one of them… poor little boys.
The blonde, who is usually the one that never sits at the table because he is usually serving his nakamas is now firmly on his seat, waiting perhaps for some special treat. A treat you are gonna give him whenever he less expects it.
Law, on the other side, eats his onigiri with stuffed cheeks and persistent gaze that burns holes in your image. His long leg bounces, anxious. Torao knows very well that tonight you wanna have fun and he will give it to you, no matter what.
Ace and Sabo are still next to the barbeque, as Ace got a special permission to be the one guarding the fire, so Luffy does not get burn because of his gluttony. They are on your back, but you are sure -well, not exactly- they won’t be able to see what you are about to do after taking your shoes off.
It’s kinda cold, so you wear some stockings. Thigh high ones, with a skirt that make you look irresistible and for them to peak under it, to discover you are wearing nothing but the tiniest red thong. On your toes and soles, you can feel the grazing sensation of the nylons against jean and linen of Law’s and Sanji’s pants.
Your smirk shows them it wasn’t a simple accident, of course it wasn’t. They look under the little tablecloth that covers their laps, and then at each other. You act so innocently, yet extremely inviting. Looking at the Grandline ahead of them, you take your index to your lips, softly asking them to keep it quiet. A task they will have to endure for being right next to their nakamas.
Up and down, you go with your feet. Up and down their growing, hard, pulsating members. You want your soles to get wet from their own arousal, from their own precum, from their own cum. And you want it as soon as possible, but you also want them to suffer the need to moan in front of them all.
Both breathe hastily, more and more. They can’t keep eating, but you do, and every bite is a foreshadow of what your mouth can do for them and their dicks.
Sanji coughs first, and Law hides under his white fluffy hat. He wouldn’t normally wear it to the table, but now it’s the perfect excuse to cover his blushed cheeks and rolling eyes.
“Sanji-kun, are you ok? You are sweating” Nami says, all of a sudden noticing his nakama suffering some kind of… discomfort? Sanji quickly smiles, stuttering, almost about to burst as your right foot has concentrated its motions over his twitching dick. “I- I’m o-ok. I- just ate a pepper and it was kinda spicy, my sweet Nami-swan” he lies, both suffering from doing it and just to be able to speak.
Nami narrows his eyes and wrinkles her freckled nose, she is not buying it. And neither is Robin. “Torao-kun, you are sweating too… what’s going on?” she asks, probably already knowing his expressions are from pure pleasure of being closer to an orgasm.
You act all worried, while your stockings become damped in their prurience but soon you notice two intense stares at your back. Without stopping the jerking motions of your toes over their laps you take a look over your shoulder. You notice a freckled youngster gawking, followed by his blonde wavy locked hair brother. You smirk at them, with a subtle carnal smile.
They noticed, they saw, and they are able to contemplate the sinful acts under the table from where they are. Both are unsure whether if it’s moral to let you and the guys enjoying or saying something, but none of them move.
You know exactly your victims are right on the verge of coming, and as much as you wanted them to do it right there at the table, you are sure you are about to have a little private party with not only two, but four delicious, hard, aroused, and needy men.
“You must have eaten my special pepper, don’t you? Come on, follow me. I’ll help you out” you say, all of a sudden, excusing yourself and standing off the table. Law and Sanji, breathe and with teary eyes stand up. Of course, not before they stretched their shirts enough to cover the wet spots and hard bulges on their pants.
You walk past the brothers, who astonished look at you walk as if nothing happened. “You two, if you want you can join the party ~”
As soon as you pronounced those words, there was no doubt. Ace and Sabo followed you inside, like moths driven to a light in the middle of a summer night. After them, Law, and Sanji. They have trouble walking, and their panting announces you how needy for a release they are.
“Sirs, welcome to my private party” you mumble, smirking at them four and taking your shirt after. Your breasts bounce as they get released from your clothing.
Law is the first one to come at you, his tattooed death fingers tangle with your hair pulling your head back. “Why did you- why?” Law asks, a little annoyed for the embarrassment of looking like a disaster in front of everybody, but horny as hell.
“Heh… don’t get mad at me, Torao…” you whine, flashing a sweet, innocent, Lolita like look. “I’m not mad, but finish the job” he says, smirking like he only knows how to and pushing you to the bed. You land with your ass and spread your legs, flashing your wet sex through your red panties to make the men in front of you drool.
They quickly unbuckle their belts, waiting for their turn to be masturbated by your feet. “One at a time, I want you all to get my nylons damped with your cum” you tell them, licking your upper teeth row.
First, Law, who seems desperate. His long shaft and the piercing on his dick getting slightly tangled with your stockings. Your toes tingling his gland, forming transparent strings of precum. He bites his shirt so it can be lifted up and the many spasms of his hard belly show how closer he is to finish.
He finally reaches climax, fixing his eyes on the ceiling of your room, grunting, bathing in sticky immaculate product your black pantyhose. He is quickly pushed to the side by Ace, he is in heaven and is almost about to burst by just watching your toes curl around the tip of his friend’s manhood.
Soon, the freckled young man bathes your feet too and it gets so wet. But you need more, they need more. You want their cum to drip into the ground and you will get it.
The two that are left are Sabo and Sanji. The blondes are panting, at this point they are about to cum on their own, but they will get their special treatment too. First, Sabo. Since he didn’t get any pleasure yet and your soles are itching to feel his hard, throbbing sex.
Up and down, tickling him and also enjoying the veins forming on his temples he cums with a loud grunt. At this point your feet are absolutely covered in their warm seeds, but there is one more remaining. And the one who hasn’t cum yet is the one who you are sure is both suffering and enjoying the wait… “Sanji-kun? Honey, come here!” you call him with a beckoning finger, watching reddish drops fall from his nose and an almost purple sex from the need to burst into a explosive orgasm.
He walks to you with difficulty, breathing hastily, so ready for you. It’s a wonderful experience for the cook to get his dick covered in other’s cum mixed with the roughness of the nylons that turn a little dry with time.
He comes almost instantly, with tears in his eyes and no logical words coming out of his mouth. It bathes your feet, but also your legs. Desperate, submitted to your foot magic…“(Name)-chwan, you are amazing”
“(Name), let us fuck you”
They say, helping you stand up and walk to the bed.
“Please, let us fill you up over that bed” “(Name)-ya, fuck… spread your legs wider”
They insist, pushing you against the mattress, eager to devour you.
“Guys, calm down… we have all night” You say, smiling in total bliss, allowing them four to surround you like beasts so ready to enjoy their prey.
You are moved as if you were a doll, Sabo makes you sit over his belly with his sex grazing your now dripping entrance. Law, on top of you, so ready to be the first to pounce into you, to stretch you. Sanji and Ace both rubbing their hardness all over your lips. Lips that get shiny by the once again sprouting liquids of their salacity.
In a matter of seconds, you feel the pressure of not only Law’s sex inside of you, but also Sabo’s. Your walls clench desperately to them, milking their dicks as they go in and out of you. Mouth occupied by Sanji’s upcoming new orgasm, and Ace’s lips around your nipples.
“I’m glad you invited us to your party, sweetheart” Sabo whispers, in between panting and grunts in your ear, with his strong hands around your neck from behind. At this point you simply wish you could say something else besides a couple of moans and “mmmhs”. But you can’t, and instead, you allow them to fully enjoy your body like the sweet dessert they want after such a big banquet.
Law enjoys the way your eyes turn white and how his nails carve marks on your inner thighs to keep them open. Sanji, trembles, and his forehead presses with the freckled boy’s one. Both coming, bathing your chin and chest with their sweet, warm seed.
Warm seed that soon also floods your insides, your womb feeling the pressure of Trafalgar’s and Sabo’s release, mixed with the intense spasms of your own body as you also climax…
What a banquet, what a fun and sinful private party to celebrate freedom ~
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sanjis bounty eos will be 3.59 billion, zoros 3.60 and luffys 5.6 billion
for luffys bounty it goes along with the numbers that represent the gomu gomu no mi
go = 5 mi = 6
oda tends to use puns with bountys heck sanji and zoros currenty bountys include their birthdays
BOUNTY PUNS
Crocodile = 1.965B
965 can be read as "ku-ro-ko", simply Croco.
Mihawk = 3.590B
359 can be read as "mi-ko-ku" sounding similar to Mihawk.
Buggy = 3.189B
3189 can be read as "sa-i-ya-ku", meaning "the worst".
His bounty (like the other Emperors') also represents a goroawase-type numerical pun: in Beli.png4,611,100,000, the digits 110 as the whole number "one-hundred-ten" would be read as "hyakujū" (百十?), making it homophonous with the "Beasts" (百獣 Hyakujū?) part of Kaidou's epithet.
rogers bounty
5,564,800,000 Berries
its so close to 5.60 billion I think oda did this so that luffys eos bounty will be a bit above rogers bounty while still fitting the pun
In Roger's bounty of Beli.png5,564,800,000, the 6-4-8 can be read as ro-shi-ya (ロシヤ). This could refer to his given name "Roger" (ロジャー Rojā?).
In her bounty of Beli.png4,388,000,000, the 8-8 can be reads as ha-ha. 母 (haha) means "mother", which could refer to her epithet, "Big Mom" (ビッグ・マム Biggu Mamu?).
In Shanks' bounty of Beli.png4,048,900,000, the 4-8-9 can be read as shi-ya-ku (シヤク). This could refer to his given name "Shanks" (シャンクス Shankusu?).
In his bounty of Beli.png5,046,000,000, the 4-6 can be read as shi-ro. 白 (shiro) means "white", which could refer to his epithet, "Whitebeard" (白ひげ Shirohige?, Viz: Whitebeard).
mihawks bounty is specifically 3.59 and I think that just like how luffys bounty will be a bit above rogers the person he wants to succeeds as the pirate king zoros bounty will be a bit above mihawks and 3.6 billion given 360 pound phoenix
and sanjis will be equal to or a bit greater than 3.59 basically 3.59 bill or a bit over 3.59 billion and under 3.6 billion with 32 after the 59 given that (
he is associated with the number 3
“Bonus: 2 + 0 + 1 + 6 = 9 / 3 = 3″
porche-chan . tumblr . com/post/138515824861/porche-chan-bonus-2-0-1-6-9-3-3#notes
His name (三時 san-ji? ) can mean “three o'clock” or “three o'clock snack”. This points to a wider theme in Sanji’s character, revolving around the number 3:
and the number 59 which means cook in goroawase 5 = ko 9 = ku
3 = san ji =2
sanji having a bounty of 3.59 billion with say a 32 after the 59 like say 3.5932 sanjis bounty could read cook sanji
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I really love the person who start asking for whitebeard and then others start doing it. They have my heart ahhash. I will leave a request here: Sanji, Shanks and Whitebeard. Scenarios ; They are trying to get your attention in the middle of a fight. In a flirtatious way. Thank hoy vere much for your work, is amazing ❤.
Heyya!🍀 thank you so much🙈 sorry for the long wait on this and hope I did your request justice~
(Gender Neutral)
Short Scenarios: Sanji, Shanks, Whitebeard – Trying to get {Name’s} attention in the middle of a fight in a flirtatious way.
Total Word Count: 722 words
🍽Sanji🍽
Word Count: 259 words
Sanji skilfully dodged another hit from {Name}, who never let up for a moment. Deciding to keep up their barrage, and with Sanji moving without being hit a single time only served to frustrate {Name} more that they had previously been. “Are you looking down on me?” They ask, annoyed distinctly by the fact that Sanji had only been dodging, and not once did he fight back. Opting to keep his hands in his pockets the entire time, he moves swiftly out of their range once again and to {Name’s} surprise the distance Sanji just created was closed in an instance when he got close to {Name}. His hands leave his pockets and they prepare themselves for an attack, only to notice that between his fingers Sanji was holding a flower…and presenting it to them. “You see, I’m more of a lover than a fighter, my hands are strictly for cooking and other things of course. I will never use them for fighting.”
{Name} is halted, taken aback by the gesture. Not sure whether they should continue to attack him or accept the flower that Sanji presented to them.
{Name} sighs, “You haven’t been fighting me seriously at all and then you pull out a flower. Is this a joke to you?” Sanji smiles, coming closer to {Name} “Not at all.”
He leans in to whisper something to them “I’m giving it to you because I’d rather love you than fight with you.” {Name} stumbles back, extremely flustered by his words and not entirely sure how to process it.
☠Shanks☠
Word Count: 239 words
“Not again!” {Name} griped, as they noticed themselves being swept up into Shanks’s speed, the fight turned instantly and was following whatever he wanted. Was one even able to call it a fight? Shanks simply deflected {Name’s} every attack, and when they did get close he would pull them even closer and it looked as if they were dancing. Shanks continued to mislead them, occasionally pulling them in for a step or two. {Name} was growing frustrated, they gritted their teeth. Looking up at his smile, mustering a charismatic charm he spoke “I promise it is not to humiliate or demean in any way, I simply don’t want to fight someone I’ve taken such a liking to.”
{Name} chuckled “You have an unusual way of showing it.” Shanks wraps an arm around their waist and pulls them in close against his body as he smiles “Do I now?”
Shanks places a sneaky peck on their cheek as {Name} pushes him away. “What do you say {Name}? Want to go for a drink?”
{Name} sighs and realizes how infuriating he is to deal with… “Knock me down and I’ll consider it” they reply with a smirk, before they can even process what’s happened, {Name} can see the sky and Shanks smiling above them with his hand out.
“About that drink?” he smiles, “Ah, alright you got me.” {Name} states, knowing that it truly would be easier to agree with him.
🎅Whitebeard (Edward Newgate)🎅
Word Count: 224 words
This situation certainly got out of hand, {Name} was currently fighting against Whitebeard, the strongest pirate… It was simply out of fascination, a question. “How strong are you?” “How strong am I?” questions such as those gave {Name} the courage to challenge him to a friendly fight. Whitebeard usually would turn it down the instant the challenge was offered, but he couldn’t say no to {Name} and felt the need to oblige their wishes.
“And then brat? You need a few more years before you can challenge me again.” Whitebeard’s voice bellows as {Name} goes for another hit, successfully landing one on him, they are grabbed by his hand. The hit did not affect him in the slightest, nor did he even flinch. He allowed them to get closer so Whitebeard could get a closer look at {Name}. “I admire young’uns like it, it’s refreshing” Whitebeard states before gently setting {Name} down.
Whitebeard takes a seat and consequently ends the fight, leaving {Name} in disbelief. “Um…the f-fight?”
Whitebeard smiles “It’s over, I’ll let you have it”
“Why, you’re clearly the winner!” {Name} insists.
“I’m being nice since I’ve taken a shine to you. Enjoy it brat. Besides, I would rather flirt over a drink than in a fight.” Whitebeard pats {Name} on the back with a bout of laughter after seeing their flustered face.
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