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You've heard of the 'Judge branded his children with their numbers' head-canon, I raise you this. (Read right to left)

I really wanted to use this comic to explore how, while Sanji was aware of how awful his life in Germa was, there was probably a lot of messed up things happening to him that he wouldn't necessarily recognize as abuse, since he had no frame of reference for what a 'normal' childhood looked like.

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i didn't sleep before my work because of it...

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JUST US - Just Between Us - BONUS

➽───❥ ꒰୨ BLACKLEG SANJI x fem!Reader ୧꒱

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~ `✨️— this is just a short drabble I came up with for a part two of my Sanji fic but with the way the rest of the plot was coming together, I didn't think there was anyway to include it so I thought just to post it anyway. it was going to be forgotten in the void if I hadn't, I hope you like it even though it isn't a full scene. lets call it a teaser :3

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 The sound of the waterfall is almost deafening, yet its cascading rush a soothing counterpoint to the thrumming adrenaline coursing through you. It crashes rhythmically against the rocks, a roaring melody that carries with it the scent of wet stone and moss. The crew’s laughter echoes faintly from somewhere beyond, their voices punctuating the air in bursts of joy carried on the breeze.

 Their laughter is infectious, a reminder of good times and fleeting ease, but at the moment, it feels like it belongs to another realm— one you’re disinterested to enter.

 Your pulse jumps instead. Your smile falters its confidence, replaced by a quiet vulnerability as you hesitantly move closer, drawn by an unexplainable force that refuses to let you retreat.

 “Turn around.”

You almost laugh, but the sound catches in your throat when you meet his eyes and the steady breath of smoke that rises in front of you.

 Theres a calm there. Lacking the usual hesitance and bashfulness that colours his interactions with you. He stands taller, his shoulders broad and commanding even as he remains in his suit despite the water that splashes on the forest floor. Your bare feet grip the moss-covered ground, grounding you as the air between you thickens— laden with an unspoken tension that neither of you dare to shatter.

 A sudden breeze sweeps through the clearing, tugging at your damp hair and sending a chill racing down your spine. It’s enough to make you shiver, a soft tremor that forces your gaze to falter. The wet fabric of your swimsuit clings uncomfortably to your skin, each movement magnifying the sensation against your oversensitive body, each droplet rolling down your neck heightening your awareness of his proximity and your sudden vulnerability under his steady stare.

“Are you shy in front of me?” he asks, raising a playful curly brow.

This time, your giggles bursts. It’s infectious from the way his lips quirk up at the corners.

 “I’m just surprised you’re not shaking from the prospect of helping me undress, Sanji-kun.”

His teeth flash a pretty, wide smile.

 “The fact that you asked me is how I’m keeping composure, darling. You know you set me on edge,” he says, taking a step closer, speaking softer now, “but I’d gladly fulfil your every request.”

 You hum, disguising the warmth that flushes your cheeks.

“But what if I don’t want you to see me naked?”

 “You called me here. I’ll leave the same way I came.”

 “And what if I want you to watch?” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you take a slow step closer, the damp earth yielding beneath your bare feet, the space between you and him narrowing with deliberate intent.

 He inclines his head, the cigarette falling ashes where it tilts almost forgotten on his fingers.

“Watch? Do you mean look?”

 You shake your head as your fingers find their way to the knot of his tie, brushing against the fabric with a deliberate slowness. Your fingertips graze the warmth of his chest underneath, the steady rise and fall of his breathing betraying a hint of tension despite his composed exterior. You tug on the tie, loosening the neat precision that holds it in place. The silk resists at first, but yields under your touch, sliding free with a muted whisper.

“No, I mean, you help me undress…” the tie rests on your palms, “and you use your Haki to watch us.”

 Sanji’s throat bobs when he swallows this time.

His breath mingles with the cool air, and you catch the faint aroma of smoke and cologne, heady and intoxicating. You’re close enough to see the flicker of something undefinable in his eyes, the way his lashes cast soft shadows on his cheekbones.

 Your lips hover close to his, the proximity electric and charged, but instead of closing the space, you speak— your words a soft murmur, a teasing invitation that lingers longer than the breath between you, daring him to close the distance himself. Yet you know he would never do without permission.

“I don’t just want you to see how good your hands feel on my body, I want you to sense it in every way. I want you to feel the heat that rushes through me when your touch lingers, I want you to hear every gasp and low moan of your name, even when I try to hide it. I want you to sense how your kisses make me ache in all the places I want you to touch the most.”

 For a moment, his confidence almost crumbles, the ever-present veil of his composure faltering under the weight of your words. His fingers twitch, the cigarette’s glow dimming as it hovers at the side. His lips part as though to speak, but no words come, only a sharp inhale that seems to gather all the tension coiled beneath his skin. Even his gaze drops, a flicker of hesitation breaking through the stormy depths of his eyes, as though he’s grappling with the vulnerability you have laid bare.

 Yet, Sanji’s pride is nothing if not resilient. You see the moment his resolve solidifies, the flickering uncertainty replaced by a quiet surrender that feels more intimate than a thousand whispered confessions. A slow, shaky exhale escapes him, and when his eyes meet yours again, they carry a new intensity, excitement that burns brighter than before and the way his body shifts— just a fraction forward— speaks volumes.

 His presence envelops you like the soft pull of a tide, his hand reaching up to brush a stray wisp of hair from your face— a touch so featherlight it feels like a promise.

“You have a way of... leaving a man undone,” he murmurs, his voice low but tinged with a boyish fragility that feels achingly rare, “and makes me hope that it’s reserved only for me.” His hand lingers at your cheek, his thumb tracing an invisible line as though committing every inch of you to memory. “But if you’re going to tempt me like this, darling, don’t expect me to come undone alone.”

 His hand trails from your cheek, down the curve of your jaw, his touch a whisper that sends shivers cascading through you like the ripples of a still pond disturbed.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

Sanji closes his eyes and lets the cigarette fall into a quiet hiss beneath his heel.

“I won’t.” his conviction is steady even as the world blackens by your hand. “You could destroy me completely, crush me beneath your heel— and even then, I’d kiss it for daring to touch me.”

You huff out an airy laugh.

 “You’re cute.”

 With a fluid, sharp motion, he turns you suddenly, pulling you back against his chest. The unexpected closeness steals your breath, his arms wrapping around you with a fierce tenderness that feels both intoxicating and grounding. His warmth engulfs you, a stark contrast to the damp chill still clinging to your skin from the water. The droplets on your arms shimmer faintly in the dim light, though he doesn’t seem to mind as it soaks his clothes, evidence of the swim that has left your body tingling with both the coolness and the heat radiating from him.

 His chin rests lightly on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck as he leans in, the connection between you deepening without words.

“It’s unfair how you do this to me,” he whispers, his voice a quiet storm, hushed and raw as though confessing something too fragile to escape into the world. His hold tightens imperceptibly, a silent plea to keep you where you are, desperate yet gentle in its sincerity. “But I’ve told you before, if I’m to fall, it’ll always be at your feet.”

 A giggle escapes before you can stop it, a sound light and fleeting despite how your chest tightens when his mouth brushes upon your cheek.

“This is the second time you’ve mentioned my feet, Sanji-kun. Do I hear a secret fetish?”

“Just twice? How unfair.” He sighs lowly, his hands pressing over your hips. “I’ll have to talk about your legs, your waist, your cute chubby cheeks at least twice to even the score.”

 His fingers trail along the intricate criss-cross straps of your corset-style one-piece swimsuit. The delicate design weaves across your back, a blend of elegance and allure, held securely by a double knot tied at your lower back. The cinching fabric of the swimsuit cradles your figure, its intricate strings tracing the curves along your sides with a plunging neckline, your breasts held together by a strap along the middle, hooked to keep it secure.

“Then you better get to it, I’m cold.”

 “Forgive me, sweetheart.” He began to gently tug at the strings. “I was distracted.”

“You’re blindfolded.”

 “My hands aren’t.” to emphasise, he squeezed your hip. “My legs are free too.” Sanji bumped his knee between your thighs, igniting a gasp as the sudden contact almost had you staggering forward. “Don’t run from me.” he pulled you back into his chest. Flushed and breathless without so much as skin pressed.

 You grip his shirt sleeve. Anchoring yourself to him as if you were the one lacking the strength to stand.

 “I felt that.”

“Yea? did you like it?”

 Sanji nods weakly, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder and inhaling the scent of your skin, letting the warmth of your presence envelop him completely.

“That rush of heat was… intense.”

 “And entirely your fault.”

The subtle current of his Haki brushes against your senses, a powerful yet tender caress that leaves no part of you untouched. It is as if every heartbeat, every fleeting thought, and every trembling emotion are laid bare before him. You feel seen in a way that transcends sight, his Haki intimately attuned to the rhythm of your soul.

 Sanji’s fingers pause for a brief moment over your stomach, his arms caging you, as though he savours the unspoken connection coursing between you. “You can’t hide from me,” he murmurs, his voice low and alluring, hot against your skin. “I feel it— the way your body responds to me. Every flutter, every shiver.” The weight of his awareness is intoxicating, an unwavering focus that makes you feel both vulnerable and adored.

 Your breath hitches, and he smirks knowingly, his grip firm but never harsh, grounding you in his hold. His knee shifts slightly, the pressure deliberate and teasing over your cunt, drawing another spark of sensation. “It’s like music,” he whispers, his lips grazing your temple. “Every emotion you feel sings to me, and I can’t help but fall deeper into the melody of you.”

 You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his presence and the electrifying hum of his Haki wash over you. overwhelming yet exquisite, a heady mixture of power and intimacy that leaves you trembling. And Sanji— he revels in it, in knowing not just your body but the deepest layers of your being, his devotion etched into every touch, every word.

“Fuck, you’re getting wet.”

 “For you.”

 A soft moan sounds against your cheek.

“Ah-ha, you even like it when I moan?”

 “I like everything about you, Sanji.”

 He grunts softly, pressing his hip against your ass. Letting you feel the hard ridges of his cock through his pants.

“Just the way you say my name makes my cock twitch, you’re killing me.”

Your lips stretch into a sultry smile. “Thought you’d want to die by my hand, sweet boy.”

“Of course I would.” Sanji finally manages to loosen the first knot and begins to carefully work his way down the laces of the corset, undoing them one by one with deliberate yet increasingly slow precision. He swallows a low whine when you grind back on his erection, the friction trembling his hands. “Just let me make you cum first as a parting gift.”

 You pretend to think about it as you rest your head on his chest. Squishing his hands with your back firm upon his chest and stopping his work.

“I think just one parting gift would be too sad.”

 Sanji’s kiss presses on your temple. “You know I would never let you walk away with just one orgasm, my darling.”

“Two?”

 He sighs, and you don’t need to turn your head to know he’s frowning.

“But I have two hands and a mouth. That’s already three. Why would you reduce it to two?”

 You try not to laugh, charmed by how irresistibly cute he is, especially when his grip tightens at your lower back— a sure indication of his seriousness. “And your cock?” you ask, biting down on the laughter threatening to pop.

 Sanji gently moves his hands upward and tilts your face toward his, bringing his lips to yours.

“That’s afterwards.” He says, his words as heated as a kiss that brushes your lips. “After you wet my fingers and mouth and tongue. You ride me for as long as your hips can take it, and I get to die watching that pretty face you make when you cum.”

 “Sanji…”

He shudders.

“Your clit pulsed just then. Fuck.”

 “Touch me, please.”

Sanji’s fingers trace an agonisingly slow path down your plush hips, his lips finding the edge of your ear.

“You should know by now, love,” he says, his breath igniting sparks against your skin, "you never have to beg me for anything. Every part of me is yours to play with, to torment.” His voice drops to a murmur, velvet and tender. “And every part of you is mine to worship.”

 His words settle into you like a promise, and as his touch begins to follow his declaration, it truly feels like he’s keeping it.

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Here we go, New arc, New heroic things for Sanji

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Fanfics with your average Zoro monologue over Sanji not using hands in fights:

Oh, he is such an idiot because he intentionally limits his capability to fight. He is using half his body for combat, putting himself in a disadvantage. Who even does that?

Why does he blindly follow that no-hands fighting style that was taught to him? Why doesn't he have his own code? The idiot is jeopardizing himself! What would it even be like if the cook used his hands for once?

And then you have the canon where they first time see Sanji. And the guy was holding a Marine above his head, choking him with his bare hands.

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SEA MOON SEE YOU

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I was walking around the neighborhood one day and suddenly came across this tree with a branch the formed a spiral

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hoping this one's tame enough to share uncropped lol whoops if not i guess ~shrugs~

💚 More on Bluesky 💙

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Just a little eggplant to revive my page :,)

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Synopsis: Jerking off Sanji Vinsmoke+ making out

There are countless ways to describe Sanji. And somehow, you find yourself discovering new ones every day. His smile—boyish, tender, and dazzling—might just be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. The way he dotes on you, completely and without hesitation, sends your heart rocketing past the stars. It’s in the little things, too—how your chest tightens when he lazily lifts your hand and presses soft kisses to your fingers during quiet moments together. With Sanji, even silence feels like poetry.

The main cook—or better yet, the cook—of the Straw Hats is nothing short of priceless. Sanji doesn’t just hold the title; he cherishes it. With every dish, he pours in pride, precision, and heart, nourishing his crew not just back to strength, but to full percentages, as if refueling their very souls.

You held an important place on the crew—just like everyone else. But your favorite role, by far, was carrying out your girlfriend duties: smothering the blond in warm hugs and sneaky kisses when he least expected them.

Sanji would prance around from kitchen to drawing room, immersing himself tirelessly into accounting books, head pounding as he worked out the food list for the next three months. Whether believing ,he was human. He was. He was just as flawed, just as real, and just as breathtakingly beautiful.

Now, in the quiet dark of night, his fluffy golden hair is pinned back, revealing his face more clearly than usual. His stunning blue eyes are cloudy, heavy with exhaustion and more heat, as he struggles to steady his breathing. Even undone, he’s a vision. One only you get to see like this.

You held his cheek softly and like a prayer you whispering filth softly against lips, only wanting him to hear. You pulled back, smiling softly, this was all fun and honor in your eyes—getting to take care of your love.

Human like anyone else he needed care. You kissed his nose and forehead watching him writhe under your teasing touches—menace to the leaking head of his weeping dick, so pretty and so pink, and pearling prettily at the tip-top.

He could feel himself trembling softly against your touch, his body burning with fever and his senses drowning in a delicious mix of heat and pleasure. Every soft caress felt like a soothing balm against his burning skin, a sweet and blissful torture that made him shiver and moan softly. His blue eyes fixed on you, clouded with desire and heat, as he tried to focus on your lips and the sweet words you were whispering.

Every inch of him was on fire, the fever coursing through his veins like molten lava, the heat making his skin feel almost too tight for his body. He couldn't help but give into the sweet sensation of your touch, his body arching up involuntarily at the feel of your fingers tracing a gentle path down his chest. "Please," he gasped, his voice hoarse and choked with want. "More."

You could see the desperation in his lust-filled eyes, how his breath hitched and his body trembled underneath your touch. His skin was burning hot, as if he had a fever that only you could soothe. You could see the way his lips parted to let out a soft moan of pleasure as your touch became bolder, a shiver running down his spine when you kissed a sensitive spot on his neck. He wanted, no, needed more. He needed you. "Please," he gasped again, "More. Don't stop."

You were spoiled. Seeing him in every way imaginable. Whether it be ravishing you or loving on you you were always satisfied. But this ache to witness him beg remained on your mind, and he too saw how much you wanted to help—making efforts to initiate something but you would pathetically backout.

He had been waiting, watching as you shy away from him, holding back the want that you clearly felt for him. And now, with him laid bare and vulnerable before you, there was nothing to hide behind. He was at your mercy.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between you heavy and charged. He could see the way you were looking at him, the way your eyes flickered over his body, taking in every inch of him, and he could feel the hunger growing in them with every passing moment. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this raw, this vulnerable, and yet here he was, completely at your mercy.

His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited, his eyes never leaving your face. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, the electricity crackling in the air between you as he sits there, twitching under your strokes.

Every movement you made sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his breath catching in his throat as he gripped your thigh even tighter. He looked up at you, eyes hazy with lust, a silent plea in his gaze. He bends forward, his slender fingers squeezing at your thigh every turn under the head of his dick.

You lean your face before him, oh-so sweetly, "Do you feel good Sanji?" you whispered, heat rising into your cheeks by the minute.

You tried your best uphold the front, that was leaking away the more you pushed his reactions, a growing warmth spreading in your lower stomach.

He watched, his eyes hazy with desire, as you made a mess of him. He loved seeing the pleasure he caused, the way your face burned at his intense gaze, the way your breath hitched at his touch. He knew he was the one in control, but at the same time, he knew he was entirely at your mercy. He knew that you could make him fall apart with a single touch, and he loved every moment of it.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry from how quickly his breathing had become. He could feel himself slowly losing control, completely at your mercy, as you continued to make a mess of him. He could see the look in your eyes, the hunger and desire for him, and it made his heart race even more. He knew that you were enjoying this just as much as he was, and that only fueled his desire even further.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a short kiss. Your soft lips molding to his own. Teasing and hot. His breath would hitch when you experimentally squeeze the the base of hiss cock dragging it firmer up.

Truly he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned into you, leaning into your pillowy lips. Carving into you, a deep kiss holding your bottom lip hungrily with a small groan escaping his chest.

"You're doing so well" he praised, smoothing your hair with both hands, cupping the back of your head tenderly. You increased your efforts, the pace of your actions matching the rhythm of his kiss, your own body responding to his touch with a soft bite of your lip. You craved more, needed to hear him more.

He cursed softly letting his forehead rest to yours. His body was way to hot, his head spinning with the heat of it all. He then smiled so beautifully like his cares were being lifted. He hooked his hand in your hair softly, "you're making me feel so good" he captures your lips in another kiss and whispered 'I love you' like prayers.

You licked your lips, pacing faster his eyes falling to a close as you felt prominent jerks into your slick palm, you pushed him upright, allowing saliva to fall onto his strained dick, another curse muffled with his hand unwoven from your hair.

"Fuck" his eyes rolled back, head bobbing forward. You stroked him a tad bit tighter thumbing over the head where you added more spit, so slippery and easy to pass through your palm, you, in awe at the wetness that tricked down his balls onto the sheet below.

You groaned at the sight before you, his hip bucked up, a hand finding grounding at the back of your neck and his warning faltering behind the bold shots of cum to his chest, and an obscene amount coating your hand and you continued your ministrations, carrying him through the sparks in his vision, jerks erupting from his core where then, he began to groan deeply, "enough my—fuck, love enough" he weakly pushing your hand away.

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who was gonna tell me about the shokugeki no sanji spinoff where they drew him with one hand

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Was trying out a new brush with a study and it quickly turned into Sanji

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currently working on a one piece card deck :D already have all the strawhats, so i'll be sharing those over the next few days :)

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Synopsis: Jerking off Sanji Vinsmoke+ making out

There are countless ways to describe Sanji. And somehow, you find yourself discovering new ones every day. His smile—boyish, tender, and dazzling—might just be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. The way he dotes on you, completely and without hesitation, sends your heart rocketing past the stars. It’s in the little things, too—how your chest tightens when he lazily lifts your hand and presses soft kisses to your fingers during quiet moments together. With Sanji, even silence feels like poetry.

The main cook—or better yet, the cook—of the Straw Hats is nothing short of priceless. Sanji doesn’t just hold the title; he cherishes it. With every dish, he pours in pride, precision, and heart, nourishing his crew not just back to strength, but to full percentages, as if refueling their very souls.

You held an important place on the crew—just like everyone else. But your favorite role, by far, was carrying out your girlfriend duties: smothering the blond in warm hugs and sneaky kisses when he least expected them.

Sanji would prance around from kitchen to drawing room, immersing himself tirelessly into accounting books, head pounding as he worked out the food list for the next three months. Whether believing ,he was human. He was. He was just as flawed, just as real, and just as breathtakingly beautiful.

Now, in the quiet dark of night, his fluffy golden hair is pinned back, revealing his face more clearly than usual. His stunning blue eyes are cloudy, heavy with exhaustion and more heat, as he struggles to steady his breathing. Even undone, he’s a vision. One only you get to see like this.

You held his cheek softly and like a prayer you whispering filth softly against lips, only wanting him to hear. You pulled back, smiling softly, this was all fun and honor in your eyes—getting to take care of your love.

Human like anyone else he needed care. You kissed his nose and forehead watching him writhe under your teasing touches—menace to the leaking head of his weeping dick, so pretty and so pink, and pearling prettily at the tip-top.

He could feel himself trembling softly against your touch, his body burning with fever and his senses drowning in a delicious mix of heat and pleasure. Every soft caress felt like a soothing balm against his burning skin, a sweet and blissful torture that made him shiver and moan softly. His blue eyes fixed on you, clouded with desire and heat, as he tried to focus on your lips and the sweet words you were whispering.

Every inch of him was on fire, the fever coursing through his veins like molten lava, the heat making his skin feel almost too tight for his body. He couldn't help but give into the sweet sensation of your touch, his body arching up involuntarily at the feel of your fingers tracing a gentle path down his chest. "Please," he gasped, his voice hoarse and choked with want. "More."

You could see the desperation in his lust-filled eyes, how his breath hitched and his body trembled underneath your touch. His skin was burning hot, as if he had a fever that only you could soothe. You could see the way his lips parted to let out a soft moan of pleasure as your touch became bolder, a shiver running down his spine when you kissed a sensitive spot on his neck. He wanted, no, needed more. He needed you. "Please," he gasped again, "More. Don't stop."

You were spoiled. Seeing him in every way imaginable. Whether it be ravishing you or loving on you you were always satisfied. But this ache to witness him beg remained on your mind, and he too saw how much you wanted to help—making efforts to initiate something but you would pathetically backout.

He had been waiting, watching as you shy away from him, holding back the want that you clearly felt for him. And now, with him laid bare and vulnerable before you, there was nothing to hide behind. He was at your mercy.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between you heavy and charged. He could see the way you were looking at him, the way your eyes flickered over his body, taking in every inch of him, and he could feel the hunger growing in them with every passing moment. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this raw, this vulnerable, and yet here he was, completely at your mercy.

His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited, his eyes never leaving your face. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, the electricity crackling in the air between you as he sits there, twitching under your strokes.

Every movement you made sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his breath catching in his throat as he gripped your thigh even tighter. He looked up at you, eyes hazy with lust, a silent plea in his gaze. He bends forward, his slender fingers squeezing at your thigh every turn under the head of his dick.

You lean your face before him, oh-so sweetly, "Do you feel good Sanji?" you whispered, heat rising into your cheeks by the minute.

You tried your best uphold the front, that was leaking away the more you pushed his reactions, a growing warmth spreading in your lower stomach.

He watched, his eyes hazy with desire, as you made a mess of him. He loved seeing the pleasure he caused, the way your face burned at his intense gaze, the way your breath hitched at his touch. He knew he was the one in control, but at the same time, he knew he was entirely at your mercy. He knew that you could make him fall apart with a single touch, and he loved every moment of it.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry from how quickly his breathing had become. He could feel himself slowly losing control, completely at your mercy, as you continued to make a mess of him. He could see the look in your eyes, the hunger and desire for him, and it made his heart race even more. He knew that you were enjoying this just as much as he was, and that only fueled his desire even further.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a short kiss. Your soft lips molding to his own. Teasing and hot. His breath would hitch when you experimentally squeeze the the base of hiss cock dragging it firmer up.

Truly he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned into you, leaning into your pillowy lips. Carving into you, a deep kiss holding your bottom lip hungrily with a small groan escaping his chest.

"You're doing so well" he praised, smoothing your hair with both hands, cupping the back of your head tenderly. You increased your efforts, the pace of your actions matching the rhythm of his kiss, your own body responding to his touch with a soft bite of your lip. You craved more, needed to hear him more.

He cursed softly letting his forehead rest to yours. His body was way to hot, his head spinning with the heat of it all. He then smiled so beautifully like his cares were being lifted. He hooked his hand in your hair softly, "you're making me feel so good" he captures your lips in another kiss and whispered 'I love you' like prayers.

You licked your lips, pacing faster his eyes falling to a close as you felt prominent jerks into your slick palm, you pushed him upright, allowing saliva to fall onto his strained dick, another curse muffled with his hand unwoven from your hair.

"Fuck" his eyes rolled back, head bobbing forward. You stroked him a tad bit tighter thumbing over the head where you added more spit, so slippery and easy to pass through your palm, you, in awe at the wetness that tricked down his balls onto the sheet below.

You groaned at the sight before you, his hip bucked up, a hand finding grounding at the back of your neck and his warning faltering behind the bold shots of cum to his chest, and an obscene amount coating your hand and you continued your ministrations, carrying him through the sparks in his vision, jerks erupting from his core where then, he began to groan deeply, "enough my—fuck, love enough" he weakly pushing your hand away.

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Blue

summary: you find yourself unable to sleep. Sanji stays by your side to comfort you.

pairing: Sanji x Reader

word count: 1.5k

tags & cw: hurt to comfort

note: so uhm... 2 years ago i lost someone very close and dear to me. i wrote this fic back then to help myself through it and ease the pain. i found it recently and liked it, so i thought i'd share it ♡

You were staring at the ceiling of your room.

The ship rocked softly from side to side. The moonlight filtered through the portholes and casted shadows that swayed with the movement of the stormy sea.

You had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to sleep. A heavy, suffocating weight was pressing down on your chest.

Your mind was too restless to find peace, looping through thoughts and feelings you were too scared to confront.

Defeated, you threw the blanket aside and got up, hoping the cold breeze of the sea could ease the ache in your chest or at least distract you.

You quietly stepped out of the ladies' room, bare feet moving slowly. But as you opened the door to the deck, a strong breeze hit you in the face, carrying with it the sight of a persistent and heavy rain.

Not what you expected, but unwilling to face your thoughts again, you rushed down the stairs, running through the garden of the Thousand Sunny, and pushed open the first door on the second floor, quickly closing it behind you.

The room was in total darkness, except for a soft blue flame that danced beneath a teapot, filling the silence with the soft bubbling of boiling water.

You blinked, catching your breath, reaching for the lightswitch.

Weird. Maybe someone forgot to turn it off—

"Can't sleep?" You jumped and turned with a yelp, "Oh! Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Sanji's voice and the heavy rain broke the silence as he closed the door behind him and turned the lights on.

His hair was wet, damp bits clinging to his forehead, and the ends curling in moist strands that dripped onto his damp elbows. He was carrying some sealed cardboard boxes, which were also drenched from the rain.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you managed a small smile, trying to calm down your agitated pulse, "I was confused why the stove was on."

"Ah yeah, that was me."

Sanji smiled back, a touch of his usual cheerfulness returning. He set the boxes on the breakfast counter as you took a seat, curious of their contents.

He glanced over at you, noticing the weariness in your eyes. You looked tired, but not just from being unable to sleep, from something deeper.

He hesitated, drying his arms with a dish towel. He knew how you'd been feeling lately and didn't want to intrude. Even wondered if it would be better to give you space and remain silent, hoping his presence wouldn't be unwelcomed.

"Couldn't sleep either?", you suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Yeah," he handed you another dish towel so you could dry yourself too. "I was thinking about this and that, and then remembered I never unpacked these boxes."

"You're soaked."

He chuckled, "Yeah."

He wiped the moisture from his face and neck, and then moved to the wet fabric on his shoulders.

"You could at least have waited for the rain to let up," you gave him a small smile, as you tried to dry off.

"I could say the same to you."

Your smile faded a little, suddenly remembering why you were here.

He noticed.

Without saying anything, Sanji threw the towel over his shoulder, took one of the boxes and carefully used the back of a knife to break the seal. Inside were various paper bags with stamps of what seemed to be different types of herbs and dry leaves.

You could smell an earthly, fragrant aroma that began to fill the room.

"Can you guess?" He asked, arms resting on the counter as he looked back at you.

You leaned closer.

"Spices?"

"Mmm, close."

He then took one of the paper bags and gently opened it, letting a handful of tiny dried flowers fall into his palm, their white petals curling around the yellow centers.

He brought them closer so you could smell them.

You breathed in— "Chamomile."

He nodded, turning back to the kettle.

"This— could actually help us sleep." Then, glancing over his shoulder, "Would you like some?"

You nodded, and Sanji gave you a reassuring smile before returning to his task.

One of his hands reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. Then, placing it between his lips, he leaned over to lit it with the stove's flame, smoke curling around him as he turned off the stove.

His eyes met yours briefly, and gave you a smile so dear you felt it warm your heart. You realized you had somehow managed to forget how you had been feeling. You sighed, and tried to not think too much about it.

"You know..." he said quietly, "when I can't sleep, I like to go to the aquarium." He took a puff, smoke swirling around him. "It helps... settles my thoughts."

You nodded, you hadn't thought about that.

"Wanna go? I'll bring you the tea once it's ready."

"Yeah... Thank you Sanji."

〜・〜・〜・〜

The gentle sound of water and the soft blue glow of the fish tank did seem to soothe your pain. You sank onto the sofa, folding your arms around your knees to keep yourself warm.

The soft glow of the tank casted delicate patterns of light on your hands and skin, creating a serene, almost magical atmosphere. Fish swam gracefully by, their scales refracting the light in shimmering hues. Others seemed to chase each other playfully, leaving trails of bubbles behind them.

Resting your head on the glass, a faint reflection of yourself caught you off guard. The dim light highlighted the shadows under your swollen eyes and the weary expression on your face.

It was a harsh reminder of your inner turmoil, the sadness you tried so hard to conceal. You felt a pang of sorrow as you realized just how worn out you looked.

You looked like a stranger.

"Here." The sudden voice made you flinch. "Oh, I'm sorry. I keep startling you..." Sanji sighed, holding two steaming cups, handing one to you.

"No, it's okay," you replied, turning to the cup, wrapping your hands around it. "I'm just... not myself today. Thanks."

Sanji gave you a gentle smile and pulled up a chair, choosing to sit a little distance away to give you space. He stirred his tea thoughtfully, occasionally glancing at you with a look of concern.

"I added a bit of turmeric," he said quietly, "Does wonders as an anti-inflammatory."

He took a small sip.

"It’s just a little thing, I know... but maybe it helps you feel a bit better. Even just a little."

You felt a lump in your throat, his voice so sweet and sincere it touched you deeply. Your hands trembled slightly as you held the cup.

Sanji set his cup down, quietly. You saw his fingers twitch, as though he wanted to reach out.

He hesitated.

"You don't need to say anything if that's what you want. Just... let me know if you want me to stay, and I will. For as long as you need."

You felt how your eyes betrayed you as they got teary.

He watched you for a moment, his eyes filled with worry.

You nodded, but couldn’t speak. Your throat felt tight.

You lowered your cup and, with a trembling breath, patted the couch beside you.

He understood.

Without a word, he stepped closer and sat down right next to you, his shoulder brushing yours.

For a while, you both sat there in silence, the sound of the water and the soft glow of the aquarium creating a comforting backdrop. Sanji didn't push you to talk.

He reached out, slow, cautious. His hand gently caressing your hair. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a second too long.

That was all it took.

The simple, tender gesture broke through the wall you had built around your heart.

Your mouth quivered. Your chest tightened. The pressure you’d held back for hours— days, crumbled.

And then you broke.

The tears you had been holding back began to fall, silent at first, then in heavy, uncontrollable sobs.

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

You reached out, and Sanji did not hesitate to pull you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Why— why does it hurt so much?"

You clung to him, your body shaking with the force of your sobs. Sanji's arms tightened around you, his embrace strong and steady.

"Because you loved them," he whispered into your hair.

Your face buried in his chest. Your body folding as you sobbed uncontrollably.

And he didn't let go.

〜・〜・〜・〜

You were both lying on the sofa, your head resting on his chest. His arms were still around you, his hand stroking your back in slow, gentle motions.

As the night wore on, you felt the exhaustion settling in, the emotional release leaving you drained.

A kiss found its way to the top of your head.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" he said, almost a whisper.

"No," you murmured, "Just... stay. Please."

He nodded, shifting only to make you more comfortable, his arms never leaving you.

The steady rise and fall of his chest, the gentle rhythm of his breathing— it was all so soothing. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up with you.

And as your eyes fluttered shut, you felt yourself breathing a little easier.

“Sanji...”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

His lips found your forehead again.

“Anytime.”

small note we all know turmeric (or is it curcumin? help idk, it's just cúrcuma for me) is well-known for its anti-inflammatory effects. but while doing some research, i found out it can also act as a mild antidepressant, because it helps reduce some inflammation of the brain (caused by depression).

thought that was a lovely tiny detail, and it made this part of the story even more tender to me 🥹