long live latte bepo
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji
Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Nami (One Piece), Nico Robin
Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Anal Sex, Bottom Vinsmoke Sanji, Top Roronoa Zoro, Barebacking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sharing a Bed, Friends with Benefits Implications, Or I suppose rivals with benefits, Minor Denial of Feelings but its more a seasoning to the porn than anything really, Spit As Lube
Summary:Sanji doesn’t mind insinuating the idea, so long as it’s Zoro who initiates it.
That’s how it’s always been, anyway.
(Source: archiveofourown.org)
he is very UNFORTUNATELY bi
Same 😭 I hate it when people think I’m cis het 😭😭😭 I’d be gayer if I could IM TRYING 😭🏳️🌈
Ehem. Could I request a first time with Zoro? (And I mean like FIRST time, Y/N actually losing her virginity, the reason for having it for so long was because she could never find the right guy or that she never actually had the freedom to do anything like that due to a bad past like slavery, abuse or some shit) and is trusting Zoro that much that she would give him her most vulnerable part of herself to him (IDK FEEL FREE TO WRITE OR NOT WRITE IT I FIND IT WHOLESOME)
The Waiting Game
(NSFW)
Soft dom Zoro x sub fem reader
Warning: virginity loss, slight size kink, f oral, fingering, pet names, swearing, vaginal sex, slight praises, f orgasm, m orgasm
Summary: after staying back to watch the ship, Zoro decides now is the perfect chance to surprise you with something the both of you had been saving for each other
Word Count: 4,000
(A/n: I have not written smut for a long time so I made this one a long request)
“Show me how to kiss?”
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader
Summary: Two sets of headcanons: one in which you ask Zoro to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he’s the one to ask.
Tags: Shy Zoro / Fluffy and loving / Also sorta funny
Check out (Vinsmoke Sanji’s version)
“Show me how to kiss?”
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader
Summary: Two imagines one in which you ask Sanji to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he’s the one to ask.
Tags: Gentleman Sanji !! / Also babygirl Sanji, ofc / Very sweet, y'kno / Sanji can’t help himself / You can’t either, but it’s nice seeing him caving in / Very romantic
Check out (Roronoa Zoro’s version)
cw: NSFW/18+; gn!reader; oral sex (m receiving); edging/orgasm denial; Sanji is a whimpering, stuttering mess as he should be
“Oh please, my darling, my sweet,” Sanji whimpers, his hips languidly thrusting towards your mouth, “please won’t you let me cum already?”
You look up at him from your spot on the floor and shake your head, slowly dragging his flushed tip back and forth across your tongue as you do. He’d been tormenting you mercilessly all night, warm breath against your ear as he whispered sweet words to you while you prepped dinner, his hands roaming over your thighs under the table while you tried to keep your composure during mealtime, soft lips leaving trails of kisses down your neck once you were alone and helping wash the dishes. So it was only fair that once you had him where you wanted him—his tie undone and shirt unbuttoned, his slacks pooled around his ankles, his back pressed against the dining room wall—you’d simply have to give him a taste of his own bitter medicine.
(via oddlyoptimisticalex)
cw: NSFW/18+; gn!reader; oral sex (m receiving); edging/orgasm denial; Sanji is a whimpering, stuttering mess as he should be
“Oh please, my darling, my sweet,” Sanji whimpers, his hips languidly thrusting towards your mouth, “please won’t you let me cum already?”
You look up at him from your spot on the floor and shake your head, slowly dragging his flushed tip back and forth across your tongue as you do. He’d been tormenting you mercilessly all night, warm breath against your ear as he whispered sweet words to you while you prepped dinner, his hands roaming over your thighs under the table while you tried to keep your composure during mealtime, soft lips leaving trails of kisses down your neck once you were alone and helping wash the dishes. So it was only fair that once you had him where you wanted him—his tie undone and shirt unbuttoned, his slacks pooled around his ankles, his back pressed against the dining room wall—you’d simply have to give him a taste of his own bitter medicine.













