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Guess who finished their junior year of college and is up to trouble π
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starting pride month with zoro head over heels and sanji picturing their "training session" happening later...
happy pride month everyone!π³οΈβππ³οΈββ§οΈπ«Άπ»
Im soooo excited to finally share my comic for @sanji-zine ! Been sitting on it since 2024 π³ If you missed your chance to scoop some goodies up, nows your chance- leftovers are open! Thank you again for your hard work guys β¨π
When I started this, I was just starting to fall in love with cooking. I wanted to take a break from my typical gag comic format and focus on the process, which is deeply important to a fella deeply important to me! :]
the art of folding under zero pressure
ΚΙ imagine massaging sanji after a long day of cooking...
your eyes fall onto sanji's back, and you can hear him aggressively scrubbing a dish in front of the sink with a hint of frustration. he's so focused on his cleaning that he doesn't even notice the sound of your footsteps creaking on the floorboard as you draw closer to him.
"ugh, my stupid back is killing me..." he mutters to himself as he dries a plate.
"need some help?" you inch a bit closer to him, enough for him to almost jump in surprise since he didn't notice you were there.
"shit, i actually didn't mean to say that out loud..." his cheeks turn faintly red from embarrassment. "ah, i'm fine dear, don't worry." he smiles.
he's attempting to reassure you, but you don't buy it at all. without warning, you grab his wrist, pulling him away from the sink and onto the seat behind the kitchen counter, leaving him flustered but equally confused. "what are you-"
"i'm gonna help you relax. you said your back hurts, right? i'm great at massages, you know," you try to sound convincing to ease sanji. little do you know, the mere implication of you massaging him sets fireworks bursting in the man's heart.
your hands. on his body. massaging him. the thought alone makes blood rush to sanji's face all at once. he swallows hard, praying you don't notice. he should definitely refuse, how can he possibly make your beautiful, spotless hands do such a hard job?
"w-well then, go ahead..." crap. who is he kidding, how can he say no to the offer of his dreams?
you smile, standing behind him, you place your hands on his shoulders. they're so firm - you've always wondered what they felt like secretly, especially when you see him hunched over the stove cooking all day. you massage them gently, not pressing too hard, before working your way down to his back where the most strain is.
sanji has to stop a whimper from escaping his lips, turning red as his hand instantly flying over his mouth. it's like all the pain he didn't realise he was carrying all day just slips away with each touch of your gentle hands kneading his back. it feels like heaven.
as if the thought of you massaging him wasn't already enough for him to handle, your touch is so kind and tender. it's as if you possess the hands of an angel, taking all his stress and pain away with ease. he feels so cared for that he might tear up in the dimly lit kitchen. he wishes this moment could last forever.
"i'm not hurting you, am i?" you poke your head out to the side, a hint of nervousness tainting your voice.
"no, not at all..." sanji mumbles quietly, the most foolish lovesick grin plastered across his face.
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βΆ men who cum when eating you out ...
men who after a long and exhausting day the only wish they have is being buried between your thighs.
footsteps heavy, almost crawling pathetically to the bed where you lay waiting, shoulders slowly loosing tension as he press the mattress beneath him, the soft laundry scent of the blankets mixed with your own blur his senses
men who eat you for their own pleasure, tongue deep in your core, moving relentlessly with excitement, with no intentions of slowing down or stopping, strong big hands keeping your legs spread for him. your moans and sighs combined with the slurping sounds made such a nasty and addictive melody, something he could never get tired of
it becomes inevitable at some point, his hips move back and forward against the bed at the same rhythm his mouth moves around your clit, eyebrows frown at the delicious but insufficient friction, you squirm and feel the orgasm approaching you like a warm and strong wave, the only thing you can do is grip his hair in your hands and arch your back
your breathless whispers of his name drives him to the edge, he receives your orgasm with a smirk that quickly fades as he unexpectedly reaches his own orgasm with a broken and loud moan, his underwear feels so sticky and wet, both of you out of breath and tired, but his hands never leave your thighs and his eyes slowly meet yours with a mischievous glow
βone more time, please?β it didn't actually sound like a question, but it wasn't either a warning, he placed a trail of kisses across your inner thigh, his shaky breath against your sensitive clit was making your heart race again, βmy love?β
you nodded in response, and after that the night only got longer.
characters β nanami kento, ser duncan βthe tallβ, adrian chase, clark kent, simon βghostβ riley, erwin smith, james βbuckyβ barnes + your favs ! π Β Χ Λ³Β
This is so Sanji omfg
βΆ men who cum when eating you out ...
men who after a long and exhausting day the only wish they have is being buried between your thighs.
footsteps heavy, almost crawling pathetically to the bed where you lay waiting, shoulders slowly loosing tension as he press the mattress beneath him, the soft laundry scent of the blankets mixed with your own blur his senses
men who eat you for their own pleasure, tongue deep in your core, moving relentlessly with excitement, with no intentions of slowing down or stopping, strong big hands keeping your legs spread for him. your moans and sighs combined with the slurping sounds made such a nasty and addictive melody, something he could never get tired of
it becomes inevitable at some point, his hips move back and forward against the bed at the same rhythm his mouth moves around your clit, eyebrows frown at the delicious but insufficient friction, you squirm and feel the orgasm approaching you like a warm and strong wave, the only thing you can do is grip his hair in your hands and arch your back
your breathless whispers of his name drives him to the edge, he receives your orgasm with a smirk that quickly fades as he unexpectedly reaches his own orgasm with a broken and loud moan, his underwear feels so sticky and wet, both of you out of breath and tired, but his hands never leave your thighs and his eyes slowly meet yours with a mischievous glow
βone more time, please?β it didn't actually sound like a question, but it wasn't either a warning, he placed a trail of kisses across your inner thigh, his shaky breath against your sensitive clit was making your heart race again, βmy love?β
you nodded in response, and after that the night only got longer.
characters β nanami kento, ser duncan βthe tallβ, adrian chase, clark kent, simon βghostβ riley, erwin smith, james βbuckyβ barnes + your favs ! π Β Χ Λ³Β
armin, connie, & jean π
ALSO Sanji, Ace, and Law
i think sanji likes when you wake him up with a hand between his legs. i think he likes feeling you slip under the waistband of his underwear as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. breathless whispers of your name falling from his lips, his voice hitching when he pleads for you to continue... he'd happily wake up this way everyday for the rest of your lives
seafood BBQ plus themed bibs (captains orders)
I was gonna do em all but my seafood themed bib imagination ran dry after four πΏ
one of my tiktok followers pfp looked like a picture of zoro and garfield! it wasn't but the idea took over my mind and body like a dang virus
Zoro enjoying a nice relaxing bath and a pretty view π
birbs if u ever write sanji mutual masturbation i would DIE.
he would be into that as well. he would want to watch
SANJI VINSMOKE canβt stop his hands from trembling.
Youβre 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 heβs ever had β and Sanji canβt look away from your fingers. You slip them through your folds, bite your lip, and let out a small sound that makes Sanjiβs breath catch.
His jaw is slack. His breath rattles out.
Heβs 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 canβt look away.
βYouβre so β fuck β youβre so fuckinβ pretty.β
Youβre 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.
Sanjiβs head drops back when he curses.
Your little skirt is pushed up, and as you dip your fingers inside your entrance, Sanjiβs knuckles grip the panties youβd 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.
βYou gonna come?β he asks, cock twitching eagerly as she stares at your fingers gracing your clit. You whimper; his voice cracks, βYouβ¦ shit, I wish you could see yourselfββ
Your jaw falls open, and your eyes flutter shut. βSanji.β
βThatβs it, come on, angel,β heβs unblinking, staring at your body, his pace quickening as he fucks his hand, βCome on, you can do it, I know you can. I wanna see you. Come on. Youβre soβ¦ soβ¦β
Heβs splintering apart at the seams β 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.
β¦Is this heaven? Must be.
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β€οΈ γsanji worries about you & your sudden 'odd' behaviour
οΌcontentsοΌβͺ f readerγslight hurt w/ comfortγreader is chubby/fatγtalks of body issues & not eating . . πΰΎΰ½² wc: 1.4k πΰΎΰ½²
πotπ βΉ this is kinda self indulgent sigh . . && important! i wrote smth like this on an old account with a rather similar premise but it's quite different so this is basically a re-write of that :3
being the cook of the strawhats is a job that sanji takes extremely seriously, everyone aboard knows that. he always wants the entire crew to be well-fed and to wholly enjoy the delicious meals he prepares everyday without fail β and everybody does, never leaving even the tiniest morsel of food on the table, with luffy licking the bottom of the plates until they look like they've just been washed.
every one of the members ravishes their food.
so why don't you?
it wasn't that you never did β when you'd first joined the crew, it was you who showed the greatest appreciation for his foodοΌthough second to the captain, important to noteοΌ, and you would always ask for seconds, sometimes even thirds! sanji would swell up with joy and pride as he served you, the biggest grin plastered across his face as he'd watch you, completely enamoured at the way you savoured his cooking and how sweet you looked as you finished off your plate.
oh, the sheer delight that would fill up his heart was something indescribable. seeing you relish his food so openly was one of the many reasons he'd fallen head over heels for you, making it his life mission to only cook and serve the best meals for you. he would die before giving you anything that was less than exemplary!
but as of late, he began to notice something . . . strange with you. how now you'd pick at your food like you were bored; how you'd eat maybe just a handful of bites before claiming that you were full; how you'd offer your food to the other members to finish off. none of them seemed to bat an eyelash at your behaviour β but sanji did . . . and it unnerved him.
"are you not eating more, mon amour?" he asks you as he sees the unfinished dish set in front of you. you sheepishly shake your head, pushing the plate towards him as you say that you're not too hungry at the moment.
and despite the smile on your face, he knows you're lying.
were you no longer a fan of his cooking? had he messed up one of your favourite dishes and this was your way of punishing him? or even worse . . . had he said or done something that upset you so terribly, you couldn't even stomach eating his food anymore?! oh, the horror!
sanji had had enough of this torture from you. tonight, he had told himself that he would get to the bottom of this and find out what was going on with you.
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you're sitting alone on the deck with your head tilted up towards the inky sky dotted with blinking white stars. sanji watches from above, admiring your beautiful features that's gleaming under the pretty moonlight. each and every part of your face has to have been carved by aphrodite herself, he is convinced of it.
with a hammering heart, he slowly descends the stairs and makes his way towards you. you swivel your head around to face him, and gosh, he feels like his breath's been taken away.
yet . . . he notices how sunken your face looks. how those adorable cheeks of yours aren't as round as they used to be. how that twinkle in your eyes isn't as bright as they used to be. and just how tired you look.
sanji doesn't think you're any less beautiful β never! but his heartstrings still tug achingly, agonising over what could have happened for you to change so much.
"may i?" oh, ever the gentleman. you scoot across the bench to make room for him, lightly patting the empty space besides you. he sits down with you, not saying anything for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and mulling over how to approach this without possibly getting you upset.
"is something wrong?" you ask him. he meets your gaze and sees that you're worried, squeezing his shoulder just a bit too tight.
"yes." he admits without hesitation. he takes your hand in his, holding it with such care as if you'd break if he put even the slightest bit of pressure. "i don't want this to come across the wrong way . . . but you're not eating. if you're dissatisfied with my food, just tell me. i'll cook it just the way you want! i will admit that my cooking style has changed somewhat so maybe that's why you can't eat my food. so whatever it isβ"
sanji is cut off by you sobbing.
he goes into full panic mode. "oh no!" he cries, clutching your hands to his chest. "oh i am so sorry, my sweetness. i did not mean to rattle you or offend you in anyway. please, please, don't cry. oh . . i am terribly sorry."
"no sanji." your voice comes out small, quivering. your hands hold onto his tighter. "i'm not offended. and i'm not dissatisfied with your cooking either . . ."
"then what's the matter, mon amour?"
"i just feel so ugly."
those words leave your mouth so suddenly, it's as if they'd been trapped for so long and they'd finally broken free. it guts him more than any wound that's ever been inflicted on him ever has. you? ugly? those two words do not even exist within the same realm for him. it utterly shatters him that you see yourself in such a light. unaware of the chokehold you have on him. so unaware of just how blessed and beautiful you are. completely unaware of how his heart beat so wild when he first laid eyes on you and how it still does.
the next of your admission spills from your mouth before you can stop yourself: "i know i am not as pretty or as sexy as nami and robin are. i never will be. they're so effortlessly gorgeous, able to wear whatever they want without worrying about any flabs or rolls or whatnot. i'm . . ugh! just so jealous of them. maybe if i weren't so disgusting & fat, i'd have people fawn over me and look at me for onceβ"
this time sanji interrupts you: "i look at you all the time."
you blink at him . . stunned.
"i look at how perfectly every and any dress you wear highlights your curves. i look at how adorable the skirts you wear are and how unbelievably sexy your legs look in each and every one of them. i look at how insanely pretty you look when you wear those bikinis of yours, so full and soft. don't get me started on the way you look when you smile at me, so damn cute, it makes my stomach twist."
he swipes his thumb over your cheek as tears stream down your face and your bottom lip wobbles so dolefully. it breaks him all over again.
"i look at you all the time, do you know that? you are unbelievably beautiful, my angel. just as you are."
". . . maybe you're just saying that to make me happy." you pout, your nose crinkling as you continue to sniffle.
"i would never lie to a lady. especially if that lady is you."
a beat passes. then two. then three.
"thank you, sanji." you whisper, your voice coming out shaky and muffled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him as you envelope him into a warm embrace. he freezes momentarily. then wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as he can to himself.
he doesn't say anything more. he doesn't need to.
he strokes your head ever so tenderly, letting your tears and snot drench his shirt. he hums faintly by your ears as he cradles you in his arms, just letting you relieve yourself of all the pent-up sadness that had been bottled up inside of you for who knows how long.
when you let go of him, your face is all red and puffy, tears still streaking down. and despite how disheveled you may think you look in this moment, he thinks to himself how he's never seen anyone more beautiful than you.
"what's say i make your favourite, hm?" sanji muses, rising to his feet and making you do the same. "you need it."
your face heats up at his words, as if too embarrassed to admit that he's right. "at this hour? that's too much."
"nothing is too much when it comes to you." he susurrates ever so lovingly. "and anyway, i'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
that makes you giggle softly and you poke a finger at his cheek, "you're so annoying. ."
"only when it comes to you, my dear."
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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 β 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!
sanjis big question
I love them
Sanji blushes so hard when you laugh at something he's done or said.
When he gets excited about cooking a new dish and rushes from the kitchen tearing his apron off you feel the smile. When you can see the glimmer in his eyes your chest feels light. You can't help but cover your mouth and let the giggles slip through your lips when he trips over himself passing through the doorway.
He's so cute. You just adore seeing the passion overwhelm his body. Enjoy seeing it ooze from his soul into the world around him.
He pauses and looks over his shoulder where you're sitting, in the middle of a meal he'd placed before you. Your eyes are crinkled at the edges, your nose scrunched, and he can see that smile stretching wide. His face lights with a deep crimson that reaches all the way to the tips of his ears.
You look beautiful and sound just like an angel. Sanji thinks his heart might explode. He wants to hear you laugh all the time. But he quickly learns he doesn't even have to try to do something like that. His presence alone is enough to bring that joy to you.