sanji being a panty stealer is not something that surprises you (or anybody for that matter). he just loves how delicate and pretty they are, and especially after knowing you've worn them — oh, his poor dick is straining so hard inside his pants by the mere thought of it.

he loves wrapping the dainty piece of fabric around his base while pumping his fist so needily, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he imagines you wearing them and bouncing so prettily on his dick.

"s-shit~", he mewls, maw falling apart at the sweet image of you singing his name in that honeyed voice of yours, stretching you out in the way he knows gets your toes curling. "'m so close . . mmph . . so close~"

as he feels his orgasm coming closer, his balls tightening and dick twitching in the palm of his hand, he takes your panties and stuffs them right into his nose. his eyes practically roll into the back of his head when he inhales your sweet scent, fisting himself faster chasing his high.

and in a matter of seconds, he's spurting out ribbons of his cum, covering the expanse of his lower abdomen, pearlescent beads dripping down his slit. his chest is rising up and down as he tries catching his breath, letting out a soft chuckle at the pure bliss flowing through his body.

just as he's about to clean up, the door to his bedroom bursts open and he sees you standing there, a flustered look now plastered on your face. "hi my angel," he muses, a bright pink dusting his cheeks but he is trying his best to keep composure. ". . i will wash these myself, don't worry."

"that's the third pair this week, sanji. if you like them so much, you know you can just ask me to wear them right?"

by the end of the night, he's ruined yet another pair!

he would be into that as well. he would want to watch

SANJI VINSMOKE can’t stop his hands from trembling.

You’re spread out, legs draped wide on the plush couch in the belly of the Thousand Sunny. The glow of the aquarium behind you makes all this feel like the best dream he’s ever had — and Sanji can’t look away from your fingers. You slip them through your folds, bite your lip, and let out a small sound that makes Sanji’s breath catch.

His jaw is slack. His breath rattles out.

He’s across from you, too far away, legs spread and slacks undone. His chest rises and falls as he works his hand up and down his cock; his eyes are drinking in the sight of you. He can’t look away.

“You’re so — fuck — you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You’re no better off than he is, your eyes rooted to the curve of his cock and the ways his eyes flutter when you whimper. He rolls his thumb over the head and leans back a bit more, his belt tinkering as it falls aside.

Sanji’s head drops back when he curses.

Your little skirt is pushed up, and as you dip your fingers inside your entrance, Sanji’s knuckles grip the panties you’d thrown at him. White-knuckled desperation floods him as he thumbs the fabric, his voice low and heady. He looks at you again, noticing the tremble in your thighs.

“You gonna come?” he asks, cock twitching eagerly as she stares at your fingers gracing your clit. You whimper; his voice cracks, “You… shit, I wish you could see yourself—”

Your jaw falls open, and your eyes flutter shut. “Sanji.”

“That’s it, come on, angel,” he’s unblinking, staring at your body, his pace quickening as he fucks his hand, “Come on, you can do it, I know you can. I wanna see you. Come on. You’re so… so…”

He’s splintering apart at the seams — and when he buries his face in the pair of underwear in his hand and inhales, your eyes widen, and your orgasm slams into you without warning. Since when is that hot? Your brain stutters, and all you can do is whine his name over and over as your thighs clamp together.

His pleasure bursts; his breath locks up. Sanji jerks into his palm as he gasps. Stars explode behind his eyes as he comes hard into the pair of your discarded panties.

…Is this heaven? Must be.

“you can go again, darling. come on, one more”

“i told you to keep your hands on my shoulders, didn’t i? don’t make me tie those pretty wrists up”

“keep those beautiful eyes on me.”

“what’d i say? huh? you never learn, do you silly girl?”

like imagine???? don’t get me wrong he’s still a sweetheart and wouldn’t DREEEEAM of degrading you or anything, but he’s so naturally dominant and caring? even outside of the bedroom he’s such a MAN yum omfg

You’re never too old to be in a fandom.

You’re never too old to play video games.

You’re never too old to listen to music.