Punk Hazard I Love You

punk hazard i love you

i think lusopp, sanuso and zosopp shippers should join forces to make people realize that the monster trio's first priority is actually usopp and if they knew how the fandom treats him they'd go insanely mad and protective

edit: first chapter of this fic is now available here

more sketches for the train!AU, writing snippet by @calysto1395

Law gets his phone out absent minded, scrolling through his contact list until he finds Zoro’s number. It’s 4am at this point. Much too early for a call. Too early for a text too but he has yet to actually use the number at all since he got it (unsure what to say). He does eventually write ‘Do you like chicken?’ and sends it off, regrets it immediately but someone goes into cardiac arrest before he can try to delete the message. When he checks an eternity and several disasters later, Zoro has replied with the single letter ‘y’. “Does he mean yes or why?” Law asks, pulling the scarf closer around his face. The morning after a night shift always feels colder. He shudders as him and Ikkaku emerge from the hospital, the sky is just starting to shift from dawn red into pale blue. It’s gorgeous and all Law can think of is that he’ll have to close the blinds if he wants to get some sleep at home. '‘Why’ I’d say.” Ikkaku tells him. “Which I am also wondering honestly.”

time isn't after us, same as it always was

(NSFW) Let’s talk about: Sanji voice and him Speaking French

Sanji’s voice in the dub is just so hot and it fits him so well. It’s deep and raspy and gets even deeper after the 2 year break and so imagine this:

The room you both share is so warm and stuffy filled with wet slapping noises due to Sanji’s hips and balls clashing against your butt at a rhythmic pace, you both are closer than anybody else in the world right now with both of his lean yet strong arms wrapped around your sticky hot body. His hot and wet lips on your sweaty neck, his damped hair tickling your cheek, that being the only cold liquid hitting your warm skin. The smell of your body fluids, his sweat plus Sanji’s breath smelling like your pussy and yours of his cock fill both of your senses smelling so good and addictive due to the pheromones you both have. Who knows how long your arms and legs have been wrapped around this man, but from the wetness that is causing a lot of noises in between moans and trickling down your legs indicate it’s been a while.

“Baby…” Sanji finally choked out, his voice is worn and so raspy in your ear you clench around him making him groan at his sudden speaking. "Jouis pour moi, juste une dernière fois"

He whispers his request so close in your ear you could feel some of his spit go inside. He gazes at your love drunk face, mouth parted open, eyebrows furrowed , and panting before licking his lips and sucking on your ear lobe.

You look like a dream to him.

Sanji doesnt speak french often, you barely found out and that was on accident when he cursed in French after dropping something in the kitchen as you both were in there. It was such a turn on for you, but you kept it a secret because it seemed embarrassing to get actually wet due to him knowing another language.

He found out though.

When Sanji did, he only uses it to rile you up, but now that he knows it can be helped to make you an absolute mess on his cock he uses it to his full advantage.

“Sanji…” Moaning oh so loudly beside his face, you wanted him to say it once more. Just once before you came. “Sa—Sanji…”

Your voice was broken and jumpy due to the deep and hard thrust Sanji was pounding into you. You couldn’t completely hear your self only hearing Sanji’s grunts and sucks on the attack on your ear.

He knew though.

He knew exactly what you wanted feeling your short nails dig into his bicep.

He stopped his licking to press his lips against your ear, he released one arm from under you to grab a hold of your sweaty neck just to pull you a little closer to hear him say in between pants:

“Ma princesse, viens me chercher encore une fois.”

Your eyes rolls back as well as your back as the orgasm washed over you harder than the past few you had tonight. Your legs was twitching trying to keep Sanji inside of you as hard as you can to ride out your orgasm. You rocked yourself back and fourth so hard against him he was able to stop thrusting and let you move under him making him cum and overstimulate him in the process.

“Yes Sanji yes!” Was all you could moan, he swears your moaning is like a beautiful melody he can’t get enough of.

French is truly a language of love.

this is what a polyamorous relationship looks like