#snail enthusiast

[loulooser]

Here’s some things about me!

My name is Lou online

I’m a MINOR. A MINOR. STOP BEING WEIRD TO ME.

I’m agender

My favourite colour is green

I really like music, drawing little guys, cooking, talking, trans people, watching movies, making friends, wearing clothes, playing games, Spider-Man, being gay etc

I really DISLIKE disruption to routine, super loud people, drum and bass, hypocrites, knowing I’ll die some day, being lonely, socks (no fr I hate hate HATE socks so much), doomed siblings trope (for fucks sake give me a break), John Walker, etc etc

My favourite band is twenty one pilots I am normal about them I SWEAR anyways going on six/seven years of fanhood (since 2018)

I’m a huge Marvel nerd

My top five marvel characters in no particular order:

Phillip J. Coulson (actually my all time fav), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson, Spider-Man (not including spider verse people, that’s a different tier list, butAndrew is the best of the three spider men)

Some of my fav books/series: Gone (Micheal Grant), Itch (Simon Mayo), all of Alice Oseman’s stuff, AGGGTM (Holly Jackson), The Angel Of The Crows (Katherine Addison), all of Darren Shan’s stuff, Skullduggery Pleasant, Ketchup Clouds (Annabelle Pitcher) etc etc also I really like comics (spidey and also Kate bishop’s specifically) (I’m not rich enough to read loads)

My favourite movie is fantastic mr fox

I really like Diggers (the machines)

Favourite animal is rabbits I want one so bad I will name him Peter

My favourite show is Agents Of Shield

I cry a lot (at everything, it sucks and I hate it)

I love love love Les Mis. Watched it in London in October 2024 and I will never recover. Stewart Clarke the Javert that you are <3

I would like to own two cats and my own small apartment one day, a cheetah esc print kitty called Jason (Statham) and a black cat called Liho. Both are references and if you get either PLEASE send me an ask saying so ily

I have what can be described as misophonia, but even if I’m not diagnosed please for the love of god don’t make any noises around me I DO bite.

Big fan of fictional old men from the 1800s. Shoutout to them.

I like Nintendo a lot!! Zelda and Animal Crossing my beloved. The 2DS is my favourite console ever (not the stupid 2DSXL)

I really like musicals!! Some honourable mentions: Les Mis, Hamilton, EPIC, Wicked, Six, Heathers (some of it, haven’t seen the whole thing yet), In The Heights, Rogers the musical (SHHH SHH ITS FUNNY), School Of Rock, Hadestown.

I’m a nerd about many things

Im gonna be a software engineer one day

Please send me asks!! My dms are always open for rants or a chat

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#**marvellous tomfoolery - marvel

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- #snail enthusiast -> @rorys-bullshit-dot-com

- #heebling my beeb rn -> @heeblybeebly

- #L being cool -> @quakeismyhero

- #conversing with angels -> @the-angel-academic

- #the nanner -> @bananapudding752

- #baller -> @booberrybawls

- #fetti party -> @toms-pink-confetti39x

- #goob -> @eats-hummus-cutely

(Note - any posts about a certain character will be tagged as {character} and ships will be {ship} (e.g. {Coulson} or {Fitzsimmons})

COOL POSTS:

Disproving TERFs with biology

Wizard maze.

Shoe lacing patterns that help pains

Reaction templates

Cool art links

Lou’s collection of writing tips/posts

My cat:

Her name is April and she is very cute.

[junipers-wonderful-life]

What's in my bag?

Tablet

Froggy

Noise reducing ear plugs

Coin purse

Pouches

Green Pouch

Inhaler

Medications

Toothbrush

Toothpaste

Perfume

Pink Pouch

Power bank

Reading light

Type C charger

Whiteout

Pen

(not pictured micro usb charger and wireless ear buds)

Large items

Planner

Quicksilver by Callie Hart (WB Book Club book)

Switch

[sporeclan]

Piperkit is like fernkit(slug) from Fallenclan and I hope they can be best friends forever and talk about snails together forever. That’s my new headcannon

You're so right anon. I love them. The Mollusk Enjoyers @fallenclan

[boimann]

not my usual stuff but I went on a walk and met some pretty cool bugs

I pet the brown grasshopper but it immediately flew away ╥﹏╥

I JUST WANTED TO BE YOUR FRIEND!!!!

[the-devils-grave]

I never knew snails liked being pet. I mean, I didn't know they could feel anything outside their shell, so I'm going to inform you how to pet a snail.

First, wash your hands and keep them slightly wet.

Pick up your snail, by the shell.

Now, when petting the snail it is important to not touch their skin, only their shell.

Then, stroke or touch the shell lightly with the grain, rather than against it.

When done, wash your hands again.

Petting the shell is a great way to interact with your snail and to “play” with it.

[baggedmental]

shiver wizard money gang

[oofuri2003]

i cant tell thru the messiness of higuchi raw chapter scraggle and abe also wears a catcher mask and has bitch face but i cannot tell what emotion he is supposed to be feeling while catching for horii but it feels like unease or...nervousness?? like why is he uneasy tho

[uk-fossils]

RARE Pleurotomaria anglia Gastropod Fossil – Inferior Oolite, Jurassic Coast – Burton Bradstock, Dorset, UK

Rare Pleurotomaria anglia Gastropod Fossil – Inferior Oolite, Jurassic Coast – Burton Bradstock, Dorset, UK

About the Fossil:

This rare and well-preserved Pleurotomaria anglia gastropod fossil originates from the Inferior Oolite formation of the Middle Jurassic period (~174-170 million years ago) and was discovered along the Jurassic Coast at Burton Bradstock, Dorset, United Kingdom. Pleurotomaria is an extinct genus of marine gastropods, characterized by its spiraled shell with a distinctive selenizone slit, making it a highly sought-after specimen among collectors and researchers.

These gastropods thrived in warm, shallow Jurassic seas, where they inhabited carbonate reef environments. The Inferior Oolite formation is well-known for its abundance of marine fossils, including ammonites, bivalves, and gastropods, all preserved in oolitic limestone, which provides a detailed glimpse into ancient marine ecosystems.

Geology & Formation:

Geological Age: Middle Jurassic (~174-170 million years ago)

Formation: Inferior Oolite

Location: Burton Bradstock, Dorset, UK

Preservation: Excellent fossilization with well-defined shell coiling and surface details

Why This Fossil?

✔ 100% Genuine Specimen – Comes with a Certificate of Authenticity

✔ Highly Collectible – From the renowned Alice Purnell Collection

✔ Perfect for Display or Study – Ideal for fossil collectors, students, and paleontology enthusiasts

✔ Scale Rule/Cube = 1cm – See photos for full sizing

The fossil in the photo is the exact specimen you will receive!

Secure Packaging & Fast Shipping – Your fossil will be carefully packed for a safe journey!

[hiraethcwtch]

I looked this up and thought "This looks delightful" and then I saw

The Size

I really fully intend to someday have a pet moon snail. It’s an aspiration of mine.

[loulooser]

LOU I WANNA WATCH SMTH MARVEL, WHAT SHOULD IT BE?????

DEPENDS I MEAN IF IT WERE ME ID WATCH AVENGERS 1 OR MAYBE AOS OR BLACK WIDOW BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE WANDA SO MAYBE MOM??

[jayparked]

you text them 'i'm wet' - enhypen

PAIRING: best friend enhypen x female reader GENRE: crack, very suggestive ; mdni AU: best friends to ??? WARNINGS: very suggestive and strong language, just one big ol miscommunication trope!, jake hand enthusiasts be warned SNAIL TRAIL: part 3 in my miscommunication series! you dont need to read the previous ones first, but they would provide more context to the texts below! thank you as always to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun ♡ part one ; part two ; part three ; part four ; part five ; part six ; part seven ; part eight ♡ part 9: heeseung ; jay ; jake ; sunghoon ; sunoo ; jungwon ; riki ♡

♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ♡ masterlist ♡ all rights reserved jayparked 02/02/25 do not copy, repost, or translate

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

Y’all get two because I thought it looked too bland but then couldn’t decide which effect to use

Last thing I heard was really some sort of background Disney music, but the last thing I really listened too was this

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[slugthegoblin]

throwback to when i had a pet isopod that basically lived in the empty snail shells i put in the terrarium

[one-sunny]

Over and Over Again.

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Summary: It was one thing to find out that other timelines exist, but it was another to find out your place in them. Especially when that place was at the side of a man you didn’t call yours in this timeline.

Inspired by the “Would you fall in love with me again” trend 🤷‍♀️

Masterlist

I will fall in love with you, over and over again.

The tavern is lively, loud voices echoing and the drinks flowing easily. Ace pushes the swinging door open to step inside and a few heads turn.

Fire fist Ace had a certain presence about him, after all.

With a quick scan of the room, Ace drifts a step closer to you, arm brushing you own. “Stay close.” He mutters as he pushes through to the bar top. Ace presses his way in and nudges open a spot for you at his side. “We’re looking for someone.” The bartender regards Ace closely before offering you the same close observation. “Teller.”

“What do you need with the woman?” Eyes narrow at the two of you.

“Information.” You speak up, the skepticism written on his face. “We aren’t looking for any trouble.” The man clicks his tongue as if debating if that was true.

With a narrow eyed look at Ace, he finally relents. “Side door, end of the hall. We will be notified if you two cause us any trouble and trust me, you don’t want to cause any trouble.”

Ace almost laughs but feels your elbow nudging into his ribs in warning.

You follow the man’s directions to a door with orange tinted stain. You offer a soft knock, but Ace pushes straight into the room without a second to protest.

The old woman is sat cross legged, iridescent orange scales running along her exposed ankle before disappearing into the flowy pants she wore, with a pleasant smile on her face. You both step into the room with determination, but falter as she speaks your names into the quiet room. “I’ve been expecting you both.”

“Expecting-“

“We are looking for someone.” Ace’s deep voice interrupts you in effort to hide your shared surprise.

Ace was a skeptic in a sense. Seeking out the mermaid living far from fishman island hadn’t been his idea. The man had no qualms with mermaids as a whole, but this one was different. She was rumored to be the only person on this plane of existence that can tap into other existences- other timelines of the world. It was a notion that made Ace very uncomfortable.

But this other worldly ability meant that she could find anyone, anywhere, in any existence.

Ace is rigid as Teller speaks, and business is completed without a hitch. The woman was wise beyond years and seemed very eager to lend her aid for whatever reason. That’s what made you uncomfortable. Her willingness to lend the aid to total strangers.

He leaves the room first with a borrowed transponder snail in hand. You thank the woman and make to follow after him- when her voice catches your attention.

“The two of you always come to me.” Teller speaks in such an assured tone that you cannot question her certainty. “And you will always continue to, i presume.”

“What do you mean?”

“You and the commander.” Her eyes search past your shoulder to where Ace had already disappeared out of the room. “You’re led here for different reasons, for the most part, but you’re always together. You always find each other. And he always has that love sick look on his face. In the vast expansion of my… talents… It’s the one thing I never tire of.”

“We always find each other?”

“It doesn’t matter what timeline, or where the two of you begin. You always end up right here together. You always end up looking at him with just as much adoration as you held today.”

“He and I aren’t together-“

“Ah, not in this universe.” She nods with pursed lips, which quickly turn to a bright smile. “Not yet at least.”

You’re in a daze as you step out of the room. Ace was your crewmate, your second division commander, and your best friend. You met by chance and he was more than enthusiastic to introduce you to the man that saved him as well. And you have been inseparable since.

There was something different about your relationship with Ace. You didn’t treat each other the same as you did the rest of the crew, and you were often the one Ace sought out any time he needed someone to aid him on a mission. No matter where you were, Ace protected you like his own life depended on it, and you offered him that same grace anytime you were given the chance. You held an affection for him that you refused to admit out loud.

“Everything okay?” Ace startles you from your trance. He narrows his eyes, “Did she say something to you?”

“N-no. It’s all good.” You force your smile at him.

I don’t care how, where, or when.

You always find each other. The words have played in your mind since the meeting with Teller the previous night. You and Ace have docked on a small island with seemingly no inhabitants. The striker wasn’t good for overnight travel, after all.

Ace crouches by the stack of firewood, the logs catching with a simple flick of his wrist. “Come on, it’s cold out.” He call you over with a smile.

It’s a simple gesture but your mind lingers on it longer than normal.

No matter how long it’s been,

You stare into the flames in silence, yet your thoughts are racing a million miles a second.

Ace watches you with worry furrowing his brow. Teller had said something to you. He didn’t know what she could have said to make you so distracted and he certainly didn’t know what it could be to make you lie about it. He hated that. Portgas D Ace was a man with a million secrets, but never from you. He would never lie to you. You were far too special to him.

The silence was killing him.

“What’s going on?”

His attention is focused solely on you and you are more than aware of the way heat prickles over your cold skin. You wonder how long his attention has made you react like this.

You meet his eye for just a moment before looking back to the fire. “It’s nothing.”

Ace leans over to you, placing two fingers to your jaw to force you to look at him. “What’s going on? You know you can talk to me.” You swallow hard under his gaze.

You take in a deep breath. “It’s, uhm, something Teller said to me.” Ace blows out a breath as you tell him this. He knew it.

“What did she say?”

Your eyes fall back to the fire. “Something about the timelines, ‘bout us.”

“Us?” Ace swallows hard.

“That we always find each other.” You worry one of the buttons from your jacket between your fingers. “We always end up together, even though we aren’t in this timeline. Not yet, at least.” Heat rises to your cheeks. “That’s what she said.”

Ace hums in thought. “But we are together?” Your eyes narrow at Ace and it doesn’t take him long at all to connect the dots. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You slowly nod.

Ace fidgets with the beaded bracelet around his wrist. “And that,” His voice is low and hesitant. “That bothers you?” You’re shaking your head before you can properly think about it.

“I’ve never really,” You trail off as you consider his words. “Thought about it, I guess.”

The only thing you can hear is the flickering of the flames. Ace bites at his lip as he battles with his thoughts. He always saw himself as someone who was cursed. Someone destined to fail. A bloodline to end. But how could that be so if he ended up with you in every time line? He couldn’t think of anything he was less deserving of, and yet…

“I have.” He declares before he can consider it further. “I’ve, uh, thought about it before. A lot actually.”

The confession takes you by surprise. “You have?” You breathe out, now meeting his gaze in a way that was unwavering. Ace nods and you can make out a faint blush through the light of the fire. “I never did until,” You tip your head. “Until now. It’s like it all… makes sense.”

Ace leans in a little bit closer to envelope you in his familiar warmth. His hand moves to hold your jaw once again, but this time you don’t want to look away. Half lidded eyes flicker to your lips in a silent question.

You tip your head in confirmation.

Your lips meet in a slow and delicate kiss. It’s unfamiliar as if you were now mapping out the feel of each other just as you have mapped out countless islands. Ace pulls you in closer and a warm arm moves around you to hold you to him. You chin tips to deepen the kiss, to take more of him. And he freely gives it to you.

Neither of you seem to want to pull away, but your lungs almost start to burn. You reluctantly break the kiss, still holding each other close, noses brushing together.

A smile pulls to Ace’s lips, bright and sunny.

You’re mine.

[hellsitegenetics]

hello!

i'm curious if infodumping about my pet frogs will result in a genome of a bug that they could potentially eat (seems more likely than the genome being of a frog).

i have four pet frogs! one is an african dwarf frog named bonk who is an ooooold old man (he's 5, which is the standard life expectancy in captivity for their species) with a genetic deformity on his back right foot (two of his toes are partially fused together! it doesn't impact his life in any way and various foot deformities are common for his species). he is tiny and doesn't eat bugs, but if the genome is a brine shrimp, mysis shrimp, or other tiny aquatic organism, he could eat that. ...i guess those are just aquatic bugs.

my three other frogs are white's tree frogs, piphy, ollo, and beeps. they are 4 years old. piphy is my only girl frog. she is large and peach-colored with light blue starlet eyes and is an extremely physically enthusiastic eater; she does unnecessary backflips in pursuit of waxworms held by feeding tongs directly in front of her face. she also loves swimming in their pool, which has resulted in various melodic renditions of "piphy in the pool." ollo and beeps are smaller and a dark brownish green, i think they are genetically brothers! they enjoy being reverse-roosters by croaking when they wake up at night. they are energetic and enjoy climbing my walls and flinging themselves far distances when i let them out of their terrarium for nightly supervised enrichment hour.

bonus: i also have a black racer nerite snail who is the live-in algae vacuum for bonk's tank. her name is ozmi and she is canonically trans (her species is not hermaphroditic, and when i got her i decided she was a girl because i wanted to bring feminine energy into the aquarium, but she has never laid eggs so i figure she is probably trans). she is also 5 years old which means she has outlived the life expectancy for her species like 3x over. she may be immortal.

okay that's all!!! attached photo of piphy in her pool, looking elated about it (tree frogs tend to open their mouths a few times after eating a bug... i am not sure the physiological reason). i find your blog so delightful, thank you for running it !! :)

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Closest match: Hydrocotyle vulgaris genome assembly, chromosome: 39 Common name: Marsh pennywort

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[fanaticsnail]

Sanji in his little "Kiss the Cook" apron.

Is it romantic? Starting as a joke with kisses on the cheek and temple until the two of you end up full on making out?

Or is it platonic? With the straw hats giving him little kisses in passing, starting with Luffy and spreading through the crew until even Zoro relents? Because what's better than kissing the homies goodnight?

You tell me snail, what's the move?

-♡♡ lots of love

"porque no los dos?"

Kiss the Cook

Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,700+

Synopsis: Sanji was gifted an apron from Nami after returning back from town. Every member of the crew aside from Zoro and you have followed the embroidered instructions written on his chest, and he wasn't happy about the lack of kisses from you. You finally relent and give him what he wants.

Themes: platonic kisses, fluff, implied f!reader - but can be read as gn!reader, sanji has feelings for you, you have unspoken feelings for sanji, idiots in love, Sanji has lost that 'line-cook rizz'.

Notes: This has been in my ask box for less than a day. I don't know what it is about you, anon. As soon as I see those two little hearts I'm just overtaken by something. I blame the "kisses". @chikariart on twitter.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @indydonuts @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @writingmysanity

“Could these onions misbehave any more?” the chef grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth and clamping hard down on his cigarette, “C’mon, now. What have I gotta do to get your layers off? Talk dirty to you?” He used the steel edge of his knife to attempt to pry the brown outer layer away from its fleshy underside with shaking hands. 

Sanji’s nerves were ignited, his whole composure on edge and waiting for the next intrusion in his kitchen and potential distraction from his work. 

When Nami brought the frilly pink apron his way, he was initially ecstatic at the notion he was thought of enough to be given a little gift. But as the red embroidery with white stitched hearts expressed consent for his body to be given sweet kisses at all times, he was truly alert. With an assault of affection from all who approached him each time he adorned the fabric in its wake, he was finding it difficult to focus on each mundane kitchen task. 

In this case, peeling onions was the bane of his existence. As the flickered peel almost withdrew from the circular bulb, it split and only chipped off a small amount of the outer layer. 

Sanji loved kisses, adored kisses: all the cheek, forehead and shoulder kisses he'd received from the crew. Cheeky Nami kisses, soft Robin kisses, and nibbled toothy kisses from Chopper were his favorites. 

He was less enthusiastic about hulking, wet kisses from Franky, nor the hungry cheek kisses from Luffy which was used to depict the state of his appetite. Usopp was the middle ground, his kisses were a tease on his shoulder with a rough clap and a gaggle of laughter immediately thereafter.

Brook’s kisses were actually quite funny to the blonde cook. As the skeleton man had no lips to kiss with, he resigned himself to the notion of simply walking past him, and taunting him with a melodic hum of the words: “kiss,” “kisses,” or an emphatic “mwah,” as he did so.

Of the members of the remaining crew, he was happy that the stinky moss-head kept his lips to himself. There was no way he would allow him the closer proximity to his body without starting a sparring match. He was, however, not so happy that you were yet to place your lips sweetly on the apple of his cheek. 

Sanji adored you, wanted to treat you with the utmost respect and dote on you alongside the other members of the crew. You were special to him, and he rationalized that his small crush was why he was craving a scrap of your attention so much. As he continued cursing at the onions, he heard a soft tap on the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Need help, cook?” Sanji looked up, noticing you leaning on the side of the door. He smiled softly at you, biting back his smile and gulping his insecurity. 

“Oh, beautiful angel,” he managed to turn away from the counter and look out the window as he resumed his battle with the onions, “I'm all good here, don't you worry yourself. Go relax with the others.” You clicked your tongue and stepped closer to the bench and stood a few feet away from the blonde cook. 

Noticing his posture, you knit your brows in puzzlement. He was twitching while he was going about his peeling, finally managing to coax the shell away from the exterior and sigh in relief. His cheeks were tinted a soft shade of pastel pink, his nose the most darkened by the blushy hue. 

Looking down, the frilly pink apron with ‘Kiss the Cook,’ held the final piece of information as to his nervous composure. You smiled softly at him, looking to where his hands skillfully minced the onions and threw them into a scorching pot with molten butter and aromatic herbs. 

He rinsed his hands in the sink, lathering them with soapy froth and soaking the suds with glassy water. The scent from the pot of sweetened onions with rosemary, sage and thyme had your mouth salivating in anticipation of what was to come. 

“What's cooking, good looking?” you smiled at him softly, gesturing with your chin to the pot on the stove. He froze up, his ears tinting darker with the shade of pink. 

“J-Just a mirepoix,” he stuttered out, prompting you to shake your head and offer him a soft laugh in response. Taking the extinguished cigarette out of his lips, he placed the butt in the bin beneath the sink. 

Noticing the tension in his body, you reach up and place a hand on his shoulder to urge him to turn to face you. He meets his gray orbs with yours, a sheepish look on his face as you gaze up into his eyes. 

“You've been off the line for too long, Sanji,” you scrunch your nose up playfully at him, “Lost that flirtatious kitchen charisma and banter, blushing like a bride at the most simple of compliments. What's going on with you?” You graze your fingers along his jaw, leaving a rising layer of goose flesh in its wake. 

“I-It’s-...” Sanji gulped his nerves back, hanging his head with a soft laugh and subtle shake in response, “...It's this stupid apron.” You look down at the apron with a smirk. 

“What about the ‘stupid apron’, Sanji?” you ask with a raised brow before gazing back into his eyes, “Not your color?” He continued smiling and shaking his head at you before looking up through his eyelashes into your questioning and puzzled eyes. 

“To be honest with you,” he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to halt his words from sounding too eager, “I actually love it. Even though it started as a joke, it has actually made a big difference the way I’ve been feeling lately.” He shrugged, turning his eyes back to the ground and snickering, “Stupid, right?” 

Cupping his face, you elevate his head and hum at him in deep contemplation. 

“Not stupid,” you shrug at him, darting your eyes between his and flickering your gaze down to his lips, “Not stupid at all.” His breath hitched in his throat, eyes beginning to fill with hope as you drew your face ever closer to his. 

Closing his eyes, he parted his lips and anticipated feeling yours brush with them. His heart beat in his throat, his ears hearing that drum of hope ringing with his elevated pulse. As he drew his face closer still, the balloon of anticipation was instantly deflated as he felt your lips brush with the apple of his cheek and linger for less than a single second. 

As you withdrew from his cheek, Sanji was left feeling like a complete idiot. He stared vacantly, directly ahead with unblinking eyes and his ego completely deflated. His heart fizzled out like a flame being snuffed by a wet blanket. 

Looking at his vacant expression and the soft blush on his cheeks, you couldn’t help yourself. A single, timid kiss was not enough of an indulgence to grant to the blonde cook, in your opinion. You leaned forward once more, pressing a soft kiss on his angular jaw before pressing another on his neck above his pulse and beneath his ear lobe. 

Sanji’s breath hitched, his hands opening and closing in clenched fists and shaking extensions. Gasping, he leant his head to the side and whimpered at the soft touches you were pressing into his skin. His pulse quickened, his breath hitched, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as he argued with himself where to place his hands on you. 

Trailing your lips down to his collarbone, you pressed a sweet and gentle kiss against the bone before clamping your teeth down onto the flesh. Sanji mewled in pleasure at the attention, throwing his head back and drawing up his forearm to his face to catch the damp blood from exiting his nose. His head was dizzy, his lips parting and whining as he felt your tongue swirl around the soft bite to his collar. 

Pulling away from him, you sucked your lips into your mouth and bit-back your smile at his reaction. He slowly drew his eyes down to meet yours, the irises eclipsed by blown pupils and his desire. Giggling at him, you tilted your head to the side and clasped your hands behind your back and rocked on your feet. 

Sanji surged his body forward, claiming your cheeks beneath his hands and carding his fingers through your hair the moment his lips descended onto yours. You squeaked in response, immediately placing your hands on Sanji’s hips as he pinned you against the sink with his hips. His kisses were needy, desperate and full of desire. 

As he rotated his chin to deepen the oscillation, you reached up to his shoulder and tapped it twice while gasping in his mouth. He tugged himself away, looking down at you in shock with wide eyes and panting breath.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he began to hastily relay his apologies, “I didn’t mean to do that, truly. The other kisses I get from the crew are usually a little more hasty and less indulgent. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, honest-.”

“-Sanji,” you laugh at him, looking up through half-hooded lashes and brushing your nose with his, “Your mirepoix is going to burn.” 

Immediately, Sanji broke himself away from you and stomped over to the large pot. He grumbled as he stirred the aromatics with a wooden spoon, growling under his breath, “This stupid apron has been nothing but a complete distraction.” You giggled at him as he aggressively began stirring at the pot to salvage the caramelizing vegetables. 

“That’s it,” he tore the apron away from his chest and cast it to the side, “No more kisses in the kitchen. I refuse to have good food spoil because I’ve been getting distracted by soft kisses… sweet kisses…” he trailed off, fishing around in his pocket for a cigarette after he rotated the vegetables within the butter. 

Shaking your head, you go and retrieve the apron from where he cast it aside and hung it over the kitchen table. Eyeing him over mischievously, you walk over to him and hold his hips firmly from behind and place one more soft kiss between his shoulder blades. 

“Come find me when you want to put on that stupid apron again, hm?” you utter, releasing his hips and making your way over to the kitchen doorway and out of the room with haste. 

Sanji shook his head with a warm smile and a dark blush. Looking to where you had just left, he sighed deeply and began to focus solely on the meal preparation with no more cause for distraction.