@gingernut1314 tagged me a while ago to release a snippet of writing for WIP Wednesday. Only issue is, when I get writing: I can't bring myself to stop until it's completed. Like a shark with blood in the water, a cat being coaxed with a piece of smoked salmon, or more like a Snail with the temptation of a crispy slice of lettuce. So, I present this drabble as my small gift to you, dear.
This is a small snippet of a collab piece @sordidmusings and I dreamed up a few nights ago - This portion of it being solely Sanji. The larger plot may include this portion as a break away from the main pairing to be disclosed later.
Within the vacant halls of the quiet ship, Sanji was struggling to deal with a foreign issue he had found for himself. He only breathed in a small amount of the dust falling from the soft, white and yellow leaves: rendering himself completely in shock and desperation
He was clutching at himself, fisting his cock hard and fast with a sense of panic falling from him in waves. Although he had reached the peak of climax three times, he was unable to spill himself over the edge. For the first time in his life, Sanji was unable to pleasure himself to the point of spilling his hot cum over his thumb and into an awaiting, silken paper tissue.
Oils, moisturizer - he even spat on himself - nothing was working. His spit even seemed to make his situation more dire, the taint of white and yellow pollen on his saliva making the veins on the underside of his cock fill even more with desire and pulsating blood. His shined, red, glistening tip of his cock was leaking with pearls of translucent pre-cum as he continued to pump himself desperately.
He had tried so many positions: rutting into his palm down onto the mattress below him with the rough snap of his hips, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling at only the tip, falling onto his knees on the wooden floorboards below him, lying on his back and feeling the coolness of the floor sooth his burning skin while he used one hand to circle the girth of his cock and the other squeezing the exposed tip.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, was working. He needed more. Something more that he couldn’t provide for himself. He climbed back onto the mattress and lied on his back, starting up the pace once more to drag his way towards the finish line again.
Gasps, moans, groans and cries were not silenced, even with him clapping his unused hand over his mouth as he desperately brought himself to the edge of another orgasm; yet having it fall away as he continued to chase it harder with his hand.
Sweat pooling at his temple, his jaw clamped like a vice, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as hot tears trickled down his cheeks.
Whimpers, groans, hisses and stuttering breaths propelling him on to keep beating himself within his closed fist. Trickling out of the corners of his eyes, he began to desperately sob harder. He was being held hostage by his inability to climax, his tears falling freely from his eyes. His lips opened wide to reveal stringy and desperate dribbles of spit over his lips and into his palm, his eyes glazed and pupils blown.
"S-Someone. Someone h-help me" he cried, his heart beating desperately hard against his ribcage. His sniffles, sobs and whimpers alerted none to his current predicament; the remainder of the crew pursuing their own interests away from the kitchen and crew quarters.
“P-Please,” he whimpered, his hot tears of frustration falling to join the drips of sweat pouring from his hairline, down his temple and onto the soft pillowcase below him, “Please. I’m begging. P-Please, I-I can’t do this anymore.”
Just got out of my therapy appointment and she asked me if I thought I had room to exist and I said no and she asked if I deserved room to exist and I paused she bowled over and said I do and that I've conceded so much around me to people pleasing and being useful that push back, even if safe, was deemed 'unreasonable' in my head because of how much of myself I've given up.
SO ANYWAY ABOUT SANJI WHO SUFFERS THE SAME THINGS-
Remember that ASL + Uta Band AU I made not long ago? Yeah? Well, here you have a really short playlist about it (Yes, their band is obviously called Drums of Liberation. What did you all expect?)
I am making playlists for the other bands I have in mind because I got too into this AU. I'm not sure if I'll ever write something about this, but damn I have so many ideas already... You'll see... I even have a Google doc with it. And I finally finished making the story about how these four ended up making a band and everything!!
Btw, check out the amazing fanart @elsdreamworld made for this AU that I used for the cover of the playlist.
within canon, there may not be much opportunity for them to spend time together but in an otherwise alternate universe where they can, sanji and viola teach other phrases in french and spanish, respectively. i think both would take the time to learn things here and there to communicate and to bond with one another. viola, as a princess and diplomat, is interested in learning other languages and various cultures, and would enjoy it. also in part because she would like to do that for sanji as well.
Luffy: No va a dejar que un simple guerrero o algo así acabe con el.
Sanji: Bueno debes comer. Y si no quieres pescado, tengo T-bones en la cocina ¿O, eh, tal vez te gustaría un risotto con azafrán?
Luffy: Normalmente, querría ambos. Pero en serio quiero que la "Aguada Ichi Monje" esté lista.
Sanji: ¿La qué?
Luffy: Su espada. Tiene un nombre
Sanji: Ah. ¿Por qué?
Luffy: No sé. Dijo que era algo especial. Oye, Sanji, ¿puedes preparar la comida favorita de Zoro?
Sanji: Si, claro, ¿Qué le gusta?
Luffy: Le gustan las bolas de arroz
Sanji: Ajá
Luffy: Y cerveza. ¿Qué tal bolas de arroz y cerveza?¿Puedes hacer eso?
Sanji: Puedo hacer lo que quieras. Solo, dime que quieres.
Luffy: Quiero que coma. Para que recupere su fuerza