Eldarya Nevra and my OC Alya

❤ Sanji who is the best kind of husband. Warm, and safe, and the best thing to ever happen to you. He's your best friend and greatest love, your beginning and end. The man who is the best father to your twin daughters. The kind of man who makes you all laugh and smile, who values your family more than anything. Who cooks you all your favourite meals, and celebrates events with the most beautifully designed desserts. Who wakes you up late at night, and asks if you want to bake something with him. Who covers the tip of your nose in frosting just so he can kiss it off. Sanji who would trade everything in the world for you and his daughters, because you are his world, and he won't ever let you go.

SANJI who WOULD cook a different meal or change his food up a bit if your reaction was SLIGHTLY different

SANJI who is always and I mean ALWAYS around you. either for no reason or just in case you ‘need him.’

SANJI who schedules the BEST date nights. doesnt matter if you’re a homebody or an outside person. somehow he makes it work (and you alway ends up loving it)

SANJI who would indeed search for whatever ingredients he needs to make a meal you specifically asked for, and let me tell you he goes ALL OUT.

SANJI who, let’s say, doesn’t find the ingredients. he makes something close to it or something even better. (serves it with so much guilt from ‘letting you down’)

SANJI who will go apeshit if he found out you ate a different persons food. woman or man, hes still hurt.

SANJI doesn’t ever yell at you. hes always calm and collected and definitely gentle with you. yes, there are times he would pick you and up spin you around but it was a burst of energy so you can’t blame him.

SANJI who cant sleep still. all you hear is shuffling , mumbling , hands all over you , and maybe even EATING. he can’t fucking sleep without moving. beware.

SANJI who has cuteness aggression when seeing you, doesnt matter the looks. kisses , spinning you around , pouncing , picking you up , maybe a bit of feral love. but who knows. he just loves you

Sanji: I want to be with you for the rest of my life Y/N: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal Sanji: - getting down on one knee - Sanji: That's because it is

our girl.

— pairings: sanji x wife!reader

— content: fluff, modern au, husband!sanji, girl dad!sanji, newborn baby

in which, you and sanji help put your newborn daughter back to sleep during a thunderstorm.

Y dime, ¿aún me amarías si ya no fuera lo que soy, lo que era, lo que fui hecho para ser? ¿No puedes ver como quiero escapar de mi propio corazón y combinar la fachada que he aprendido a amar? Dime. ¿Me esperarías? ¿Todavía me amarías si fuera yo?

I know it will come off a bit uncomfortable for some fans, but I don't like people calling sanji a "malewife"

It's so misogynist and stereotypical. Why is he considered a malewife or a female kind of character? He is a male for fuck's sake.

He is

A man,

A dude,

A brother,

A son,

A chef.

The fact that people associate provider, cook, and emotional person with feminine characteristics is wrong in so many ways.

Sanji is a provider. A lover. An emotional mess. A chef. A romaniticist.

That doesn't make him associated with feminity in any way. This shows how people see women and men, respectfully.

As much as it is about feminine stereotypes, it is also about masculinity stereotypes.

Sanji, as a character, questions both of them very openly. His character is a bridge between both, allows you to talk about both.

He, in the story, always sees women as people who have to sacrifice themselves. And he doesn't support that fact, he wants women to be free, to be happy, to be safe. He conveys each and every aspect of female struggles without being one. His understanding of people, as person's, allow us— viewers a deep dive into these things people perceive as "normal".

He romantising life itself by cooking good food, eating good food and relishing every moment of it. He doesn't just romantise it, he lives it— to the fullest.

He also breaks the stereotype of sacrifing your own dreams for your parents by refusing to give on his passion— cooking. (Will make a dedicated one to it).

Why can't a man be expressive like Sanji is?

Why can't a man be a provider like Sanji?

Why can't a man cook like Sanji does?

Why can't a man show his emotions like Sanji does?

Think for yourself. Question yourself.

Stories are not for just entertainment, they are to bring out questions rarely asked, question how certain things are perceived. This shows your mindset, your perspective, your thoughts.

Why is Sanji considered feminine for being expressive? Can't men be expressive? Don't they have emotions? What's so wrong about showing your emotions as a man? Who set the ground rules?

Why is Sanji considered feminine for being a provider? Why can't men be providers— cooking, doing households chores? Why is it always a woman?

Sanji isn't just a chef and a provider but also a protector and fighter. While embracing his soft and sweet sides, he can also be bold and fierce.

Re-define masculinity, re-define feminity. Because it definitely deserves to be re defined.

redraw of my beautiful wife :]

Secret Touches (Blackleg Sanji x reader)

For whatever reason, I had soooo much trouble writing this (but I've had writer's block for the past couple days, so...). Thanks for requesting it, Shortcake, I hope you like it!

Word count: 460~

Warning: Suggestive

It was one of those rare nights where Sanji could take a break from waiting on the crew after dinner. Okay, you’d forced him to sit down with the rest of you at the dinner table after he’d served dinner. 

He deserved a night off every once in a while, too. And in order to assure he’d stay in his seat, you’d planted yourself firmly in Sanji’s lap.

Sanji didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, your boyfriend seemed to be in heaven, surrounded by his crew- rowdy as they were- with you in his lap. 

He’d leaned back in his seat, pulling you into his chest. With your head resting on his shoulder, Sanji’s hands fiddled absently at the hem of your shorts as he listened to another one of Usopp’s tall tales.

As Usopp’s story reached its climax, Sanji’s grip tightened unconsciously on your thigh, just slightly, totally enraptured by the tale. 

Your body tensed in surprise for a moment. Naturally, Sanji noticed. He glanced down at you. “Are you alright, my love?”

“Fine!” you squeaked, burying your face in his neck, your skin flushed.

Sanji chuckled lowly, his breath warm against your ear when he spoke. “I see. So it won’t be a problem if I do… this?” His long fingers trailed slowly up and down the length of your thigh.

You gripped his hand, forcing him to stop. “Not in front of everyone!” you whispered harshly, but there was no bite in your voice.

“Not in front of everyone?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours. “I can fix that.” 

In one swift movement, Sanji rose to his feet, you in his arms. “It’s late,” he told the rest of the crew, never one to leave without a farewell. “We’re heading to bed.”

“Already?” Luffy asked, his head cocked. 

Sanji glanced down at you, allowing you to make the final decision of if the two of you would retire for the night or not. 

“Yeah, I’m exhausted,” you agreed, not sure if you sounded convincing, but with the way Sanji’s thumb was now discreetly rubbing circles into your waist, it was the best you could manage. 

Luffy shrugged at this, and the rest of the crew bid you both goodnight.

Sanji carried you back to your room, laying you down on your bed with the reverence of a devoted worshipper. 

“Is this better?” he asked you, his voice earnest now, not sultry, searching for your permission.