#vinsmoke sanji x oc

[kawaiigentlemenpolice]

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No toughts just you and Sanji purring after kissess and loving eachother more

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[stararonia]

IN HIS EYES

– pairing: kid x f!kid pirate, sanji x f!kid pirate

– nsfw: piv, doggy, established relationship with Kid, cheating, biting, angst

– summary: if sex was on the menu, Kid is dessert. However, when Sanji involves himself in your relationship, he’s the whole meal.

“…Kid!” You squealed as he roughly grabbed your hips and filled you with one final thrust.

Drool was dripping down the corner of your mouth as he slapped your ass with his hand, making you gasp with pleasure. Kid kissed the back of your neck as he mindlessly rolled his now limp cock in you.

“So loud.” He hissed in your ear. “Just how I like it.”

You buried your head in your pillow and giggled.

“That’s m’girl,” he barked, sliding out. Kid playfully bit your ear and hopped off the bed, readying himself for the day. With a heavy sigh, you eyed his figure disappear into the closet. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the night he left you alone on the dock with the Straw Hat Pirates. What unfolded from there was a night you’d never forget, reason being you were on Sanji’s bed, him fucking you in a way Kid never could.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he hovered over you. While you laid on his mattress, he tenderly tucked strands of your hair away from your face.

Sanji wasn’t inside you, at least not yet.

He lavished you with sweet compliments and worshipped your body with his nimble fingers. He caressed your skin with care, and traced your breasts with his pointer finger while his other hand cupped the back of your head.

Sanji’s touches were gentle, soft, and loving, ones you weren’t used to because of how rough Kid is in bed. This was a good change of pace. There was chemistry between you and the blond chef, and it was undeniable. Kid was just too engrossed with himself to realize it.

“Mmmm, Sanji,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“You’re lovely,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. He kissed down your jaw slowly, briefly sucking your skin when he reached your collarbone. He didn’t have to finger you, his words were more than enough to get your pussy hungry for his attention. “You’re an angel, a dove, a breath of fresh air…” he added in your ear, “you’re heaven sent, a beautiful goddess only I get to take pleasure in.”

His movements inside you were slow and passionate, contrasted to Kid’s.

“A goddess?” You asked, cupping his face with your hands.

Sanji nodded his head. “Yes, my goddess.” He mumbled, moving one of your hands on his face in front of his lips. He kissed your fingers, giving you a knowing look. “I know you he doesn’t treat you like one...despicable captain he is.”

“He’s not despicable, Sanji,” you defended Kid.

“Then why are you here with me?” He asked, pausing his movements in you.

You were quiet, unsure how to respond. Sanji’s fingers lightly traced over your hand, eyes locked on yours with that same adoration he always showed. But he didn’t just adore you.

Sanji cherishes you.

You dropped your other hand from his cheek and rubbed your fingers through his soft hair, giving him a small smile. What else could you say? You meant everything to Kid, yet, he never bothered to ask you what you needed from him, such as support, snuggles to help you get back to bed after a nightmare, or just being in the still moment where it’s just you two and no one else.

Sanji was helping you realize that you can do better than Kid. You deserve someone to treat you with respect, love, and compassion.

His lips traveled back up to yours, brushing them with a featherlight kiss. “Please tell me,” he murmured, his voice gentle but intense. “Tell me I’m the one who makes you feel loved.” It wasn’t a command. He wanted you to tell him the truth.

You rested your forehead against his, thumb grazing over his cheek as you held his gaze. “You do, Sanji,” you whispered, letting the vulnerability show. “You make me feel like I’m… precious. Like I matter.”

Ignoring his flaccid cock in you, he kissed your nose and nuzzled it with his. “Please have me,” he said in a pleading tone, “have me and I’ll give you my word that I will cherish you till the ends of time. Because you are worth fighting for and loving.”

Tears bubbled in your eyes.

You have never felt so wanted, so loved, so cared for. It was overwhelming and you held your breath, readying yourself for his final statement before you left to go back to the Victoria Punk:

“Yn,” Sanji said, looking deep into your eyes, searching for a hint of your feelings toward him, “you are treasured. My treasure. Don’t forget that.”

[auryborealis]

so while looking for the shark PJs for Yuna, I came across these photos and this is just how I imagine Sanji looks like having separation anxiety and crying over her during the timeskip. He misses her so much.

[themushroomofdeath]

pre-time skip | new relationship | f!original character x sanji insecurity, trauma response, angst with sugary rot ending i was convinced to fall into the sanji rot for @crimson-hybrid (also its your turn now, bwo)

At first, it wasn’t much of a relationship, but a dance of famished creatures, circling around each other - trying to feast on the love one could provide, but never wishing to take more than the other had to offer. Both too insecure to take the first step, afraid of rejection, afraid of not being enough, but still wishful, dreaming, enchanted with the idea of what could be.

It took one peaceful night, of quietly flirting and sharing warm tea and confidences, for the woman to take the first step, one hand reaching to brush  aside the blonde locks veiling his blue eyes and curly eyebrows from her tender gaze, other securing his jaw with enough gentleness to compare the man with a precious artifact, a treasure in her eyes. 

Smiling with affection, she had regarded all his fears and flaws and broke them apart with a whisper of “You are beautiful, dearest, from inside and out. There’s no part of you for me to not adore.”

And he had believed her, difficult as it was. In that moment, he utterly wanted to believe the 

love in her eyes, to melt into her soft adoration, allowing her to caress his most hated self, nuzzling her hands like a cat would their precious owner. She had him in her hands, then, literally and figuratively.  

Night turned into light, and they still chatted by the kitchen chairs, exchanging whispers and secrets, hands and lips, sealed their first move into acceptance. They loved each other.

But no love story is perfect, and the past has a way of holding control over one’s mind. To them, it came in the form of a beautiful woman rescued by their captain, a pitiful thing saved from a life of slavery from a rival ship. The struggle didn’t reach her at first, as emotionally involved with the story of another endangered soul as she was, but something grabbed her heart, with the way the fragile woman clinged to the chef's secure arms.

Chivalrous as he was, the blonde man did his best to accommodate the new addiction to the ship, offering to carry her to the infirmary for Chopper’s examination, already thinking about nutritional balanced recipes to offer. It was nothing much then, just a negative flow of thoughts, something that could be pushed back. 

The real problem came later that day, infatuated as the other woman already was. How could she not? The man was gorgeous, gentle and attentive, and with the lack of old perverted tendencies, he was a dream come true. Worried as he was - how everyone was, he didn’t notice how his lover studied the situation from the side lines, too used to being in the shadows, making herself invisible to the eye when she wanted to be, never once realizing that his simple acts of kindness could be seen as reciprocation. 

Neither would her, if the negative side of her wasn’t so used to taking control of her mind, if her insecurities weren’t as strong as her blades, just as piercing through her fragile heart, used to be guarded by thick walls. For her to take a chance to love, as akin to opening an old wound, exposing it to the elements of nature, hoping for it to cure itself by the hands of a trusted partner. If she gave the chance for them to learn of it.

She didn’t. A placid smile and a social mask took place during dinner, ignoring her own internal turmoil, in place to pretend nothing was wrong. As nothing was wrong, Sanji did nothing wrong, it was her and her fault only for believing she was good enough for him.

He deserves someone who wasn’t a monster used to murder since early childhood, he deserved someone as gentle as a flower, who had the same interests as him, who could give him a peaceful life and a beautiful family, someone who was so bright and hopeful like his beautiful eyes when he talks about his dreams of finding the all blue, not… Someone like her. A shadow of a person, a broken human, a sharp weapon - an assassin.

And with the excuse of being a tiresome day, she departed the communal space, making her way to her quarters - an old storage space, given as she was never one comfortable to share her space, too traumatized from waking up with a knife held to her neck. She didn’t notice the visible confusion of a man who was getting used to open affections and good night kisses, but just as insecure of opposing his way in this new relationship.

But it did start running on his mind, the way she acted all day, too distant, too polite, never breaking the character of accommodation for the new temporary addiction, even when it was clear it would be a normal reaction to be disturbed by another woman flirting with her partner. Hell, he would be a blaze of fire if anyone looked at her more than once.

So it didn’t take long for the observative and emotionally attuned man that he was to his partner, to realize something was clearly wrong. He waited a few minutes before following her, excusing himself and ignoring pointed looks, he made his way to her chambers- or as of late, shared bedroom. Polite enough to knock once and twice, and ask for her name, before going in, adjusting his eyes to the dark room, as no lantern was lightened, only moonlight hitting her form from the tiny porthole above her head. 

But the shadow room did nothing to hide the wetness of her cheeks, and the stiffness of her body, caught in the act of self depreciation. Like a cornered animal, she sat there very still, not looking his way, willing her eyes to stop burning with tears, her mind to come to a halt with the spiral of hate. And it broke his heart to see his strong lover so vulnerable and fragile.

“Oh, mon amour…” The blonde was already with knees hitting the floor next to her bed, the position of a sinner asking for forgiveness of a goddess who deserves nothing but his endless love and devotion. He had truly sinned, believed to be able to protect his loved one from all evil of the world, but made evil of himself by disregarding her emotions for an entire day, selfish to his own chivalrous education, giving his attention to another woman instead of paying offering to his savior. Because that is what she was to him, the woman that looked at his flawed self and poured all her tender light and love into his pores. “Forgive me, my love. I didn’t meant t-”

“No. Don’t.” She breathed before he could run into his own spiral of depreciation, startling the blonde into silence. Was he truly done the unforgivable?  “It’s not you, Sanji, it’s me. Please, don’t blame yourself, please.” And with the new wave of guilty feelings, silent tears turned into hiccups of cries, confusing the woman used to be able to hide her emotions so well, unused to vulnerability that came from opening her heart to others.

And how gentle he grabbed her heart, moving to bed to hug her smaller body to his chest, leaving no space between them, arms and legs mingling till one didn’t knew where other started, soothing her form with gentle whispers of affection and a hand slow running up and down her scarred back, willing for the sobs to subside. “Please, talk to me, mon ange. I won’t be able to help otherwise. I love you. So, so much. You are the light of my life. Mon soleil.” 

There was a pause, but the breathing evened. She was thinking it through, and it was enough for now. “How can the dark be someone’s light?” Came the answer, in a form of a whisper so quiet, one would think they heard wrong. But he heard, as he could hear and infiltrate her mind like it was the simplest task, both terrifying and special connection. 

“You are no dark, no evil, ange… You just need to see yourself from my perspective.” Reaching to bring her face from where it was hidden - the junction of his neck and shoulder, he took a look at the ways her eyes shined with newly formed tears and hope, her flushed cheeks and gorgeous features he was glad to love till the day he perished. “I look at you and I see someone so brave yet gentle, so deserving of love, the reason I wake up every day with a smile, feeling light and bright, to have someone like you in my heart. And to be loved by you? A miracle, really. One in which I’m grateful everyday, really.”

A tentative smile had reached her features, by the end of his little discourse. The affectionate way he stroked her cheeks and pronounced his undying love, enough to give hope and credibility to what he was saying. “Silly, you were just speaking about yourself now.” She found herself answering, but before he could retort, she added “I love you. So much it hurts, so much that I don’t know what to do with it…”

“Oooh, what did I do to deserve all of this?! I love you so SO much, my darling, my precious, mon coeur - let me love you back so it stops hurting.” And that they did. Kissing and cuddling till morning, as the first time all around. But growing to understand how communicating their feelings and insecurities beyond physical affection would be the way to keep their relationship strong for the years to come. And for each other, they would try.

[kendyb21]

🍪 Cookies in Kitchen 🍪

[hero-hoe]

A modern trickster god throws a young woman into an anime simply to see how much she can change. Given too much power, and with knowledge of the past and future, she refuses to let her favorite characters get hurt.

But what happens when they stop being just characters?

And what if her choices make the future unpredictable?

Treasured Love is a One Piece x Fem OC harem story featuring major plotline changes and an ever-evolving dynamic ♡

[cosmiccrushes]

Mints & Movie Stars

Sanji X OC || 2.9k words

Summary: Movie star Vinsmoke Sanji and his personal assistant, Peridot "Peri" Winters, head out to a known pirate island to film his next big movie. Will Sanji be able to keep his feelings for Peri hidden? Just how many mints can one man ask for before it gets suspicious?

notes: I am very much thinking about all my favorite kdrama tropes and business romances while writing this. Just light, angsty fun :)

Also on AO3!

CH 1

Peri stares across the table at the woman interviewing her boss, her blood roaring in her ears. Sure that, this time, she'd misheard this same asinine question she's been hounded by ever since she took this job position.

Who would've known that being the personal assistant to one Vinsmoke Sanji, movie star, would immediately relegate her to an existence where questions like “Tell me Sanji, has your new assistant made any romantic gestures towards you?” and “Sanji, have you been able to set boundaries with your new assistant?” were the only acknowledgement she warranted. And the questions weren't even directed at her! She'd be hovering right there in the background, standing just behind Sanji as he faced down a line of reporters. And no one had asked her once if she was busy swooning over Vinsmoke Sanji instead of doing her job, it was just assumed she was. Peri wouldn’t even be within eyesight of reporters if she had any say over how she did her work. But Sanji insisted upon her constant presence wherever he went. Gods forbid she not be nearby to address his every request. So, the reporters spotted her and directed their salacious questions to Sanji, looking for juicy gossip that didn’t exist. 

Because she was not, by the way, swooning over him. As far as she was concerned, Vinsmoke Sanji could keep his dashing good looks and debonair charm all to himself. It was enough that her job meant she had to deal with his persnicketiness, his constant demands on her time, his chaotic schedule. She had no room to add a crush on him to her already extensive list of responsibilities. 

Peri never even would've taken this job- despite the fact she was a damn good personal assistant- if her last job hadn't imploded and if her friend, Tak, hadn't gotten her the referral. 

***

“Come on, it's perfect!” Tak pleads with her. “You'll move up the career ladder from pigheaded, rude as hell businessman to movie star.” Tak fans her hands through the air theatrically as she says this. “And we'll get to work together all the time! Perfect!”

“I don't know, Tak,” Peri groans, face shoved into a pillow on her bed. “There's no way I'm getting a reference from that bastard. How am I gonna get past a background check to work for a celebrity?” Peri groaned into her pillow again, for emphasis. 

“Don't worry about that, Peri. I'm the only one Sanji will let touch his hair and Rachel loves me. I'll talk to her about your situation- generally, no details, so stop glaring at me- she'll give you a chance, I promise.” 

Peri held onto her glare for a few seconds longer, before dropping her head back to the pillow, smushing her cheek against the plush material. She knew Tak was right and she needed to capitalize on the immense benefits of having a best friend who was the sole hair stylist for the premier celebrity of the East Blue. Peri had even met Sanji's agent, Rachel a handful of times through Tak towing her along to posh social gatherings. Though she hadn’t done more than see Sanji from afar across a crowded room of VIPs. 

“What would I do without you, Tak?” 

Her best friend shivers, wiggling her shoulders and holding her palm up. “Please, Peridot, don't make me think about it. Your life without me is too bleak to contemplate.” Tak winks at her and Peri laughs. 

Maybe things would be okay.

***

Wrong. Things were not okay. Those were the catalyst (catastrophic?) events that led her to sitting across from an eager-eyed reporter, staring at Sanji hungrily as she asked, “Sanji, the readers are dying to know. Your assistant is always close at hand these days-” a suggestive eyebrow raise, “Is she a fan of yours?” 

Peri is sitting right here. At the same table! Because she's an outstanding professional, she resists rolling her eyes (and throwing her coffee at the woman, though her fingers twitch against the mug menacingly).     

Sanji smiles good-naturedly at the reporter. “Ah my assistant is with me today because-” Peri tenses as Sanji drapes his arm around the back of her chair though he doesn't touch her, leaning in towards the reporter as he takes on a conspiratorial tone. “We're waiting for some important news today. I didn't want Peri too far away when it came.” 

This piques the reporter's interest. “Oh? This wouldn't have anything to do with rumors about a new Smith Stiegal film in the works, now would it?” Peri didn't miss the way the reporter eyed Sanji's hand lolling near her shoulder. Her eyes hawkish, like she didn’t want to miss a suggestive brush of Sanji’s fingers against Peri’s shoulder. There wouldn’t be one. 

“Now Miss Asher, I couldn't possibly say could I, darling?” Sanji smiles smoothly at the reporter, withdrawing his arm and any acknowledgement that Peri is at this table drops away. 

Miss Asher attempts to get Sanji to dish out a few morsels regarding the rumored newest action adventure film in the works from renowned director Smith Stiegal (which Sanji obviously cannot confirm or deny). All the hard work she put in to make these interviews even happen, brushed off and replaced with greedy hopes that some lucky reporter would catch her blushing at the movie star. Peri stews, recounting the earlier conversation that landed her at this table- being treated as if she's a fan waiting for her turn to take a picture with Sanji instead of the person responsible for him even being at this interview. 

***

“My darling periwinkle,” (not her name) “I need you at that table with me today! Please, love, understand! The call about the role could come from Rachel at any moment. I want to be right there when you get it.” Sanji's pleading smile was irritatingly puppy-dog-like (and very annoying, not at all adorable). 

“Sanji,” she said, shaking her head. “I don't know. This interview is with East Q magazine. They're a big deal. I'm not sure it's appropriate for your assistant to be at the table. I'll be nearby. You'll be the first person to know if Rachel calls.” 

Sanji pouts. “Come on, Pear-” (also not her name, but Sanji had taken to calling her that and occasionally producing an actual pear to gift her with, which she braced for now and, oh wait-) Sanji produces a single pear-green rose from behind his back. “Please stay with me? This is a big moment for me, Pear. I need-” He broke off abruptly, looking down at the rose extended in his hand, then back up into her eyes. “I need my assistant at my side. I'm afraid I can't budge on this, Peri.” (that was her name, and an indicator that Sanji has slipped into serious, boss mode). 

Peri sighs, taking the proffered rose out of Sanji's hand and lifting it to her nose, letting the delicate floral scent soothe her. “Okay, Sanji. I'll be there.”

Sanji's answering smile is gorgeous, just like everything else about him. A large part of her hated letting Sanji get his way, which was rather bothersome when her entire job mostly centered around making sure things went exactly Sanji's way. 

***

Sanji's previous assistant- an older gentleman named Harold- had decided to take an early retirement. Or, had he been forced into it rather than suffer through one more pandering socialite conversation, Peri thought darkly as the interviewer continued to lavish praise on Sanji. Peri mostly tuned them out. They’d talk about her like she wasn’t there anyway, she might as well pretend not to be. 

A half hour after the interview with East Q wrapped, the call from Rachel finally came. Sanji and Peri were still seated in the private room at the cafe where Miss Asher conducted her interview, the remnants of lunch spread on the table before them. 

At the first ring of Peri’s phone, Sanji drops his fork, bouncing out of his seat. “Bloody hell, Pear. What if they didn't pick me for the role!? What if this is the beginning of the end of my entire career!?” He runs both hands through his hair, mussing it to match his distress. 

“Sanji, calm down, you're going to get the role,” Peri says, rising from her seat as she presses accept on the call. She was very confident she was right. Everyone wanted a piece of Sanji right now. She had to admit (begrudgingly) that he was an excellent actor. Electric on screen. Smith Stiegal would be wild not to capitalize on Sanji's talent and popularity. 

“Rachel, hi!”

“Peri, is Sanji with you? Are you alone?” 

Peri resists another eye roll. Of course Sanji is with her- Sanji's always with her these days. “Yes, Rachel, I'll put you on speaker. We’re alone.” 

“Great! Sanji?”

Sanji rakes an anxious hand through his hair again. “Rachel, yes, what did they say?” 

“You've got the part, Sanji!” 

Sanji blew out a relieved breath and even Peri couldn't help the grin that broke across her face. Sanji stares at the phone in Peri's hand held between them, speechless as Rachel gushes about how excited they are to work with Sanji. Then, before Peri can compute what's happening, Sanji's arms are around her, gripping her waist tight, lifting her off her feet as he spins them in a circle. 

“We did it, Peri!”

A laugh sneaks out of her before she can stop it. But Sanji's joy is infectious and soon she’s giggling.  

“A Smith Stiegal movie, Pear! I can't believe it! This is huge!” He finally stops spinning them, setting her down on wobbly feet. His arms loose around her waist, her arms (phone still in hand) dangling around his shoulders. 

She feels a little breathless as she says, “I told you that you'd get the part. Congratulations, Sanji.” 

Sanji coughs, taking a step back, his arms falling away from her. “Thank you, Peri.” His smile is sheepish. 

“Hello? Hello? Peri? Sanji? Are you listening to me? What’s going on?” 

Peri remembers the phone clutched in her hand. “Rachel! So sorry, what was that?” 

“I need you and Sanji down at the office asap. The lawyers are on the way to review the contract and the schedule for shooting.” 

“Of course. We'll be there right away.” Peri ends the call, looking up to a smiling Sanji, his cheeks tinged with pink. 

***

Peri is left to her own devices (literally as she types away, responding to scheduling requests for interviews, photoshoots, etc. for Sanji) while the contract negotiations take place. Her mind wanders back to Sanji's surprise hug. 

As aggravated as Peri gets with Sanji's demands on her time and requests for particulars, he's never inappropriate with her. Or, rather, not inappropriate in a way that made her want to break his nose and shatter her employability in the entirety of the East Blue. Sanji was charming, he was flirty. She was used to this. He generally directed it towards her at a lower wattage than he dialed it up for his fans and professional contacts. Sinfully suave and wickedly beautiful- that's just the way Sanji came.

But during her stint as his assistant, he had always been respectful of her. Sure, there were the nicknames and the occasional gifted fruit (and that single rose today), but Sanji never made her feel uncomfortable or worried for her safety with him. And the nicknames just felt so…Sanji. Integral to who he was. He’d slipped into using them with her slowly and so naturally that she’s actually not sure how long it took her to notice it. It’s hypocritical, she knows, to not be offended by it because it’s Sanji. When she would be offended if it were someone else. She’s decided not to investigate this too deep though- it just doesn’t fit in her packed calendar. -=a3NB           A

He had never hugged her before. His anxiety and relief today had been so genuine, so human. And of course, Peri knew he was a person too. Albeit an obscenely famous person, but still, human, like her. It was just that, today, it almost felt like they were friends. If hadn't felt like her boss crossing an inappropriate physical boundary with her. It felt like a friend receiving life changing news and celebrating that with her. Peri didn't know what to do with that bizarre realization. 

“Peri, we need you in here!” Rachel pokes her head out of her office, waving Peri inside as the team of lawyers file out. 

“What's up?” Peri asks, settling into the chair beside Sanji.

“Pear, love, do you have any of those mints I like?” 

Peri rummages around in her tote bag for the mints in question (the only brand, Sanji insists, whose minty flavor isn't disgustingly artificial). She drops one into his open palm, her attention on Rachel.

“So here's the deal, Peri darling, the schedule for the movie is full steam ahead. They want to begin table reads on location in two weeks. So-” 

Peri interrupts, picking up on a couple keywords. “On location? They want us where in two weeks, exactly?” Narrowing her eyes at Rachel’s clearly placating tone. 

“Well, you see darling, Stiegal wants a very authentic feel for the movie, so it's not going to be filmed here in Vennport. Stiegal’s crew is already all set up on Crow Island, so you'll just need to get Sanji’s affairs in order and head on over.” 

This was theoretically fine. Movies filmed at a location outside of Vennport is common enough, though Peri hadn't yet traveled outside of the city with Sanji for any filming. What really made her aware that Rachel was asking for something challenging was the way she clacked away on her keyboard and took on an air of nonchalance as she delivered this information. Rachel was not nonchalant. She was direct, sharp, no nonsense but in a decidedly theatrical way. 

“Is this fourteen business days Rachel or…?” 

Rachel huffs. “Next Friday. They need Sanji there by next Friday.” 

“Okay, that's ten literal days from now.” 

“Yes, dear. So you'd better get to planning, chop chop.” 

“Rachel. That's like a five day trip at sea to get to Crow Island! Also, isn't that a known pirate port?”

“The movie is about pirates, Peri. Hence the authenticity.” 

Peri was authentically losing her faith in Smith Stiegal's organization and planning skills. Seems like they could’ve given Sanji and the agency a bit more time to prepare for a trip. But this was the industry, demands moved fast and she was expected to keep up. 

“So, to summarize, I need to plan and prepare for a months long trip that we need to leave for in five days?” 

“I knew you'd understand, you're a peach.” 

“Pear,” Sanji muttered. At first she thought he was requesting her attention, but when he didn't look at her or go on, she realized he was simply correcting Rachel's fruit name of choice. Peri shakes her head, bemused. 

There was really nothing for it. Peri would start with plans immediately. She was already running through her mental rolodex of travel companies the agency worked with. 

“Oh and Peri, don't worry about the security detail. The production company has a whole team over there and the agency will of course send a few personal bodyguards along to look after Sanji. Just connect with Sal and he'll make sure you're set.” Rachel waved her hand in a dismissal. 

Peri hadn't been worried about security. Everywhere Sanji went, agency-provided security guards came along. It was protocol. Necessary for Sanji's safety. Peri wasn't afraid of pirates- at least not in theory. But the way Rachel casually mentioned the production company's security detail made her wonder if she ought to be. Crow Island was well known in this part of the East Blue for it's breathtaking vistas (not that Peri had ever been) and it's rowdy pub scene (rumored to service many a pirate partaking in leisure activities). Honestly, most of the stories about Crow Island she'd heard involved debauchery, not dodgy pirates. Then again, maybe Rachel was just worried about Sanji getting into a different kind of scandal. The press will certainly look for anything to sensationalize (for example, a P.A. doing her job). 

She turns to Sanji. “Can you get home on your own today? I'll call the car for you. But I need to speak with Sal and start booking accommodations.”

Sanji stood to follow her. “It's okay, Pear, I'll wait for you.”

High seas forbid, Sanji find himself without her and in need of a mint. Leading the way out of Rachel's office, Peri allowed herself an eye roll Sanji couldn't see. Once the door closed behind them, Peri turned. 

“Sanji, honestly, it's going to be hours. I've got so much to get done and you've got the rest of your afternoon free, for once. Go enjoy it! Rest.” Peri claps her hands together. “Oh! Pack! That would be helpful. You can get started on the basics.” 

“When are you going to pack?” Sanji asks. Peri shrugs dismissively, already moving down the hall to find Sal.

Sanji jogs to catch up, surprising her for the second time that day with a hand at her elbow, stopping her. 

“I'll go home.” Sanji pauses. Long, slim fingers still wrapped around her arm. “Ask Sal to send Elle and Robbie with us. They're both excellent at their job.” With that, Sanji releases her arm. “See you tomorrow, Peri.” And walks away, leaving Peri's skin tingling where his hand had been.

[sugarskulluwu]

Decide to do GTKYOC Prompts with Peveril Void and Akari

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Masterlist: the Vinsmokes

A/n: some of these stories are WIPs but will be linked here when done. 'Smoke Rings and Cigarettes' and 'Fire Meets Fate' are multi-chapter stories and will get their masterlists once more chapters are added. Please enjoy.

Selfishness in Love [ofc] Sanji

Love Sickness [ofc] Ichiji

Smoke Rings and Cigarettes [ofc] Sanji

[Chapter One - Red Cord]

[Chapter Two - Seldom What They Seem]

[Chapter Three - Tale of M]

[Chapter Four - Digging up Bones]

Fire Meets Fate [ofc] Ichiji

[Chapter One - To Whom It May Concern]

[Chapter Two - First Impressions]

[Chapter Three - Bit by Bit]

[Chapter Four - Strawberry Kiss]

Dormant Emotions [ofc] Ichiji

[Part One - How Crazy]

[Part Two - Promise]

[canofgarbage]

NEW CHAPTER!!

Chapter one of Fair Winds (One Piece Fan Fic) has been posted on Wattpad with over 10k words! Chapters will continue to vary in length but so far they're all over 4000 words! We see more of Midori and her relationship within Buggy's crew and she also meets the rest of the straw hats!

[yoonavii]

Flirting with fire (pt.1)

OPLA! Sanji x Reader

A/n: I’ve never really been a Sanji girl but ever since the live action came out, I’m starting to love Sanji more and more XD also! The gif is from @adragonswhimsy. They have nice gifs so do check them out!

The kitchen at the Baratie was a hive of activity, but amidst the clattering pots and pans, you were in your own world, meticulously chopping and prepping ingredients for the next day's meals. It was a role you took seriously, a way to contribute your skills to the Baratie and help Zeff, who had been like a father to you. As the evening wore on, the day's rush finally subsided. It was now nighttime, and you were still engrossed in your work, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables the only sound in the kitchen. That is until the door swung open, and a familiar voice greeted you.

"Hey there, Y/N" Sanji's voice was like music, smooth and warm. You turned to see him standing there, a pile of dirty plates in his arms, his trademark cigarette perched between his lips. "Hey, Sanji," you replied, smiling warmly. You and Sanji had known each other for years, having become close friends while growing up together on the Baratie. Your bond was special, different from his usual interactions with women. It was more like that of close siblings.

Sanji set the dirty plates down, his eyes never leaving you. He leaned casually against the counter, watching your skilled hands work the knife. "What's cookin'?" he asked, a playful grin on his face. You chuckled, glancing up at him. "Just prepping for tomorrow. You know how it is," you replied, a hint of pride in your voice. Cooking was your passion, and you were good at it.

As you explained the dish you were preparing, something unexpected happened. In a fleeting moment of distraction, the knife nicked your finger, and you winced, withdrawing your hand. Sanji's reaction was immediate. He abandoned his casual posture, moving swiftly to your side. Taking your injured hand gently, he examined the cut with concern in his eyes. "Careful now; You know that knives aren’t something to be frivolous with." he scolded, though his voice held a note of genuine worry.

Your heart fluttered at his touch and his worry. "I know, I know," you said, attempting to brush it off. "Just a little slip." But Sanji was focused on tending to your wound. He fetched a small first-aid kit and carefully cleaned and bandaged your finger. His hands were surprisingly gentle, a far cry from his usual intense demeanor.

As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the sudden tension in the air. It was different from your usual interactions. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment—it felt charged with unspoken emotions. Sanji finished bandaging your finger and looked up at you, his face a shade pinker than usual. "There," he said softly. "All better."

Your heart raced as you met his gaze. With a playful grin, you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Thanks, Sanji," you said, your voice low and sultry. "You always take such good care of me.” Sanji's eyes widened, and he blinked in surprise. It was clear your comment had caught him off guard, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. It was a rare sight to see the ever-confident Sanji flustered.

You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, feeling a newfound sense of closeness between you two. The playful banter continued late into the night, the tension gradually giving way to a comfortable warmth that only seemed to grow stronger with time. As the kitchen lights dimmed, you and Sanji found yourselves sitting at a quiet corner of the restaurant, sharing stories and laughter. It was a night unlike any other, and it left both of you with a lingering sense of something unspoken—a connection that went beyond friendship.

The night eventually came to an end, and you realized just how late it had become. You stretched, feeling the exhaustion of a long day's work catching up to you. "I should get some rest," you said, stifling a yawn. Sanji nodded in agreement, though there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. It's been a busy day."

As you both made your way to your respective rooms, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Sanji. It was as if a door had been opened, revealing a deeper layer of your relationship—one that held the promise of something more than friendship. Little did you know that this night would be the beginning of a journey filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the blossoming of a love that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

PART TWO

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

[auryborealis]

EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS COMMISSIONED ART OF SANJI AND YUNA BY @komy-0o!! 🥺💖💕💗THE STARRY SKY! THE FLOWERS! THE COLORS AND DETAILS AND BRUSHSTROKES ON THEIR CLOTHING (seriously what is your secret to this technique)! EXQUISITE!! THANK YOU, KOMY-SWAN!!

Don't worry about the blood. The Straw Hats were facing a tough battle and Yuna decided that she'd have to resort to turning into her monstrous shark form to give them an advantage. Sanji strongly objects at first, remembering what happened last time and is afraid that he'll lose her again. But Yuna reassures him, having trained the past two years and gained more control over her powers. He relents, deciding to trust her, and after their enemies are taken care of, Yuna returns to her human form, still breathing but exhausted, her blood turning into a field of amaryllis flowers. To his relief, she opens her eyes briefly and asks if she can rest, to which Sanji tells her to go ahead, that he will take care of her.

Note: I didn't actually watch the Z film. I just thought he looked really good in the outfit so that's what I chose 😅 Now I'm picturing this as one of those Fabio romance novel covers LOL again, thank you for that scrumptious chest view 👀

[sunnixsunshine]

*spritzes Sanji with a water bottle* Down boy down! Leave those love handles alone!

A big factor in Zoro’s inability to lose this last bit of weight months and months later is just the general fact that pregnancy changes your body :d his fat distribution is different is all. Also doesn’t help that he most likely experienced quite a lot of stress that just made things harder that first year Sora was born. He’s still just as strong, nothing’s changed in that department, he did regular exercises that got more and more limited until he physically couldn’t do those exercises anymore. His stretch marks will probably fade more within a another couple years but probably wont be gone entirely, just faint lines—also I thought itd be funny to give him a mullet. But also its for good reason. It’s a physical indication that he isnt really paying attention to his needs, hes either just ignoring them or paying too much attention to Sora’s needs, which is reasonable, shes a toddler. Eventually hes forced to get a haircut, hes gotten into a better habit of taking care of his hygiene—still bathes once a week but hey at least hes using actual soap now that isnt 4 in 1 or plain water.

I think his weight and physical appearance would be a sore spot because this man has been training rigorously since he was like 10. Hes always had a very fit, sharp, toned body. He fully expected to have that body back shortly after giving birth and when that didnt happen in true Zoro fashion he tried to speed run his bedrest to train only a week postpartum. It didnt work out obviously, hes still human, hes still a slave to his body’s limitations. I think that now that hes back with the crew and sees that theyre fine with his own eye, hes far less stressed, and collaborating on a good dietary plan with both Chopper and Sanji would eventually produce the physique Zoro would prefer having (Chopper keeps saying he’s perfectly healthy this way, hes not underweight or overweight, that this is a common aftermath with pregnancy, but noooooo Zoro wont listen and is insistent that he wants the rest of this weight gone tomorrow) which wouldnt be what it was like before. The closest I can think of would be a typical body that Ive seen many wwe wrestlers have which is apparently called an endomorph body type? Either way, his body has changed, he has to really learn how to accept that because obviously he doesnt think too highly of his physical appearance in the comic above.

Also I went ham and gave him a mole on his tiddie that tbh I think Sanji likes to kiss :) ^3^

Anyway heres a cute bonus doodle of daddy-daughter workout!

[marimology]

— minor one piece spoilers for live action only’s

imagine getting married to sanji, and zoro going “ oi vinsmoke !” and you both turn your heads and sanji then gets emotional because he realized there’s now someone who has the last name that doesn’t think he’s useless and a failure .

[cosmiccrushes]

Mints & Movie Stars

Sanji x OC || 2.1k word chapter || 5k total

CH 1 here!

CH: 2

Sanji waits for his driver, Mason, to pull around, debating the likelihood that he'd be getting a call from HR. Twice. He'd touched her twice today. What was the matter with him? Nearly three times he reminds himself, if he counts the arm he draped around her chair. Which he doesn't. He'd long ago given up being cross with himself about the micro ways he found to be near her, to keep her close. But he’d set a hard line with himself at too familiar touches. He was her employer. He needed to act like it. Her safety was his responsibility. 

Which is why his annoyance skyrocketed earlier when Rachel talked of his security detail for the trip. She acted as if Sanji’s safety was the only consideration. What about Peri? Sanji’s selfish desire to keep her so close to him meant that tabloids made her a target of inquiry. As evidenced by today when Miss Asher asked a question as if Peri wasn’t sitting right next to him. This kept happening. Sanji’s response thus far involved redirecting away from Peri. He didn’t know what else to do. He feared revealing some inkling of his feelings and throwing fuel on the inferno gossip magazines thrived on. Sanji told Peri to ask for Elle and Robbie because he trusted them the most out of the agency’s in-house security team. Whenever they escorted him, Peri got included inside that bubble of protection, not treated like an afterthought. Traveling out of Vennport, Sanji wanted people he could trust. 

Mason parked at the curb, exiting the vehicle to open the rear door for Sanji. 

“Thanks, Mason.” 

“You’re quiet today,” Mason comments after several blocks of silence. 

“Hmm? Oh, I suppose I am. I booked a major role today. Going to be heading out of the city soon.” 

Mason smiles at him in the rearview mirror. “Congratulations! That’s great news. Will Miss Winters be accompanying you?” 

“Yeah, Peri will be there.” Sanji did his best to ensure Peri was always there. Driving back shadows she couldn’t see. 

“That’s good, Mr. Vinsmoke. She does a great job looking out for you. You need someone to take care of you while you’re busy being famous.” Mason smiles at him again. 

Sanji presses his forehead against the cool car window. He’d nearly confessed to Peri earlier how much he needed her. Not his personal assistant, her. Like an idiot. The truth was, he was terrified of not getting the role, of plummeting into obscurity- and willing to take any chance he could get to be near Peri, to let her assuredness soothe his anxiety. Then, in his moment of joyous career triumph, he’d scooped her into his arms. Like an idiot. Good luck to him ever forgetting the feeling of her body pressed against his, her laughter in his ear. Spinning together, boundaries blurring in a way that almost, almost, made Sanji feel like they were something more.  

Sanji knocks his head on the glass in personal penance, earning him a raised eyebrow from Mason.

***

Sanji sits inside his walk-in closet. His feet propped on top of his unopened, empty suitcase. Sanji hates packing. It reminds him too much that he’s not really going anywhere- and when he gets there- that he doesn’t really have anywhere to return. Sanji is lonely. He’s been lonely since his mother took her last breath, the final bowl of soup six-year old Sanji would ever make for her still cooling on her bedside table.

He grumpily kicks his suitcase. He hates wallowing in woeful memories. Can’t really afford it either. He worked hard to achieve his celebrity status, but it was a tenuous thread. Easily severed the second Sanji stepped out of line. People coveted the carefree movie star persona. No one wanted the morose man lying in a closet by himself kicking his metaphorical bag of childhood trauma. 

Sanji’s phone rings and he digs it out of his pocket. The caller ID displays the name of his only friend. “Hey, Luc.” 

“SanjI! What the hell man, when were you going to tell me!?” 

Sanji pulls the phone away from his ear at Luc’s volume. “What are you talking about?”

“The Stiegal movie! You got the role!” 

“Wow, that news traveled fast. I don’t think the agency even wants that announced yet.” 

“Bah, I didn’t read about it online. Buzz me in! I’m at your door.” 

“Of course you are. Just a second.” 

Minutes later, Luc joins Sanji on the floor of his closet, passing him a beer from the six pack he’s brought. 

“Thanks for this.” Sanji says, raising his beer bottle. 

“Absolutely. You land what’s sure to be the hottest movie of the year. What kind of best friend am I if I don’t make sure you celebrate?” 

“How did you find out anyway?” Sanji asks, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Ran into Tak at a mixer earlier. She told me.” 

Sanji’s brow furrows. “Tak? My hairstylist? And how did she know?” 

Luc shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe your assistant told her, they’re friends, you know.” 

Yes, Sanji knew. He remembers the first time Tak brought Peri as her plus one to a party. Sanji hadn’t known how she knew Tak then, but his eyes had been drawn to her like a magnet. She’d seemed uncomfortable, but not in a self-conscious way. More like she just wished she was somewhere else. Sanji kept missing snippets of conversation as his mind drifted in daydreams about what other place the woman trailing behind Tak might wish to be. 

“Peri wouldn’t do that.” Sanji says, defensiveness obvious in his tone, even to himself. 

Luc lifts an eyebrow. “Ah, yes. Of course, Peri would never do something wrong. 

“I will pour this beer on you.” Sanji threatened. 

“It’s your closet,” Luc says shrugging. 

Sanji sighs. “I just meant that Peri is good at her job. She wouldn’t spread gossip.” 

“Oh, I know what you meant,” Luc says, smirking. “So when do you start filming?”

“We’ve got to sail out to Crow Island in the next week for table reads.” 

“Crow Island?” Luc sits up straighter, voice rising with interest. “That place is a veritable pleasure island! I’d know!” Luc winks at him, smile turning mischievous. “Now, I would assume that Miss Peri Winters will be accompanying you to said island?” 

Sanji looks at his best friend darkly. “Stop.” 

Luc laughs boisterously. “Oh come on, Sanji! It’s perfect! You’ll get all swept up in the thrill of your new fancy movie and then you tell her how you feel! Finally!” 

“Stop it. No. I cannot and will not be doing that.” 

“Why not?” Luc stretches the phrase out. 

“Because,” Sanji sets his beer on the floor, angrily unzipping his suitcase. “It’s beyond inappropriate. I’m her boss.” 

“The line between boss and boyfriend could be so thin, you just have to believe.” 

Sanji throws a t-shirt he’d been folding at Luc’s head. “Don’t be gross.” 

Luc pulls the t-shirt off his head. “I’m not trying to be disrespectful. I’m just saying. You deserve to be happy. And sooner or later she’s going to figure out how you feel. You’re not that good of an actor.” 

Sanji opens a drawer, pulling out socks that he pelts Luc with, which does nothing to remove his best friend’s mirthful smile.  

***

“We’re here, Mr. Vinsmoke, Miss Winters.” Mason says from the driver's seat, clear morning sun streaming through the windows.

“Thank you, Mason. And oh!” Peri rummages around in her tote bag, pulling out a thermos that she presents to Mason. “Clam chowder!” 

“You didn’t!” Mason’s cheeks flush as he reaches across the center console to take the container from Peri. “You shouldn’t have, Peri. Where did you even find the time?”

Oh so it’s Peri now, not Miss Winters. 

“It was nothing!” Peri smiles brightly at their driver. 

Sanji feels distinctly left out of whatever's happening in the front of the car. “Peri, don’t we need to get going? We can’t be late.” 

Peri looks back at him. “Right. Enjoy the clam chowder, Mason. Let me know how it is!” Peri pats him on the arm before opening her car door. 

Sanji follows her out. “What’s with the soup?” 

“Hmm?” Peri walks without glancing up from her fingers tapping away on her phone. 

“The soup? That you just gave Mason?”

“Oh, he mentioned that it was a speciality in the town where he grew up and he’s missed it since moving here. I did a quick search and found a copycat recipe and tried it out last night.”

“Weren’t you busy planning for our trip all day yesterday?”

Peri finally looks up at him, frowning. “Don’t worry, Sanji. I’m on top of it. I made the chowder on my own personal time.”

Not what Sanji meant, but what he meant rarely seemed to come out the right way around Peri. With everyone else his words flowed out effortlessly, and people always seemed to like what they heard. But with Peri…his words were like a current reversed, flowing in the complete opposite way he usually meant for them to. He hated it. He didn’t know how to fix it. 

Classic Peri, someone needed taking care of and she was right there to offer it. It was one of the things that drew him to her. Her heart was so big. The third occasion Sanji ever saw her, she’d been bringing a cup of water to one of the musicians playing at a charity ball the entire agency had turned out for. He’d watched, enraptured as she noticed the overheating cellist and discreetly made her way to the bar to order a water. She’d hovered at the stage’s edge, waiting for a break in songs to present the cup to the woman. She’d smiled gratefully at Peri and Peri’s answering smile was so warm, Sanji felt it from across the room. What would it be like, he wondered, to stand in the full glow of that smile? He’s never going to find out if he keeps acting like a complete ass around her.   

“Which reminds me, you can check your email for the travel itinerary, but I’ll also leave a hardcopy on your desk. I’ll come by your place tomorrow night with the suggested packing list from your stylist.” Peri pauses, frowning down at her phone. At least it was no longer directed at Sanji. “Wait, actually tomorrow night’s no good for me.” She taps a finger to her lip. “I’ll see if Cam can have the packing list ready to drop off tonight.” 

“Why doesn’t tomorrow night work for you?” Sanji asks. His engagements tomorrow conclude by 6 o’clock, or so he thought. Although, admittedly, Peri is the one who makes sure Sanji is where he needs to be, when he needs to be there. She’d know best.

A blush colors her cheeks. “I, uh, I have a date.” 

Sanji swears his heart skips a beat. “A date?” 

“Don’t worry,” Peri says hurriedly. “I planned it for after your last appointment ends so it won’t interfere with work.”   

Sanji’s getting tired of her telling him not to worry. “Is it a good idea to go on a date before we’re out of town for a while?”

Peri’s lips press into a thin line. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business.” 

No, it bloody well wasn’t any of Sanji’s business but oh how he wanted it to be. “I’m sorry, Peri. You’re right.” 

Peri nods her head once, proceeding through the glass door of the agency’s building. 

Sanji watches her go, feeling like an absolute jerk for the way his mind is already spinning with plausible ways he could sabotage Peri’s date. He won't. Probably. What's another night spent alone in his closet polishing off a six pack, just him and his baggage.

Sanji spends the rest of the day in a grumpy haze that he hides behind pleasant smiles. It’s a day filled with meetings and contract negotiations and plans for filming. Sanji does his best to stay focused and listen. Feels a little guilty knowing Peri will pick up whatever slack he drops because of his lack of concentration. He asks her for mints more frequently than usual, unable to quell the desire to pull her attention to him for even a moment. Worried that he crossed a line with her this morning that would lead her to quit. To walk away from him and never return. But Peri is her usual, efficient self all day. 

A familiar feeling of defeat lodges under his ribs. Peri was fine, because Peri wasn’t dissecting and agonizing over everything he did. That night, lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Sanji tried very hard not to agonize over the date Peri would be on tomorrow night. 

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE SIX : DOWNWARD DOG !

Starring… ‘Black Leg’ Sanji 📸

SET SCRIPT : “ooo what about sanji and yoga?”

MATURE WARNING(S) : smut, unprotected vaginal sex, dom!reader, mirror sex, yoga teacher!reader, student!sanji, handjobs, cunnilings, semi public sex, fingering, flirting, pervy!sanji, cum eating, femme!reader, minor cum play, “miss” used as a title, reverse cowgirl.

DIRECTORS CUT : for my first tumblr mutual @sanjisjuul !!!! I had to deliver the best for the ceo of Sanji. I got off that vc and started cooking in my drafts, I thought you’d enjoy the fic going in this direction. 🤭

Sanji did not really know what to expect using his “1 free session of yoga” ticket that zoro ended up gifting him for his birthday (long story). At the very least he was hoping he wouldn’t be there alone. However, of course fate casts its cruel hand and he’s the only one there in the studio.

Occasionally, his anxieties will get the best of him. He began frantically pacing the floors like a mad man and sees you walk in, his entire mood does an immediate 180. Just a second ago he swore he would destroy Zoro, now here he was singing his blessings in fine tune.

“Here all by yourself handsome?” you say smiling while walking through the studio doors to set down your belongings. One thing you adored was teaching beginners how to practice yoga, but it is very rare to have a male student. Especially one this handsome.

To be fair, for all his womanizing it’s rare that Sanji is shown the same energy back. The second your sultry voice slipped past your plump limps and called him handsome, he thought he was going to start hyperventilating or maybe salivating on the spot. You are the most beautiful woman he thinks he’s ever seen in his life, bountiful curls tied up in a silk scarf, a matching set that accentuates your undertones, and a set of eyes that pierce straight through his heart.

If Cupid shot him, he wouldn’t mind one bit. “Is it really just me in here?” He asks turning around the room to see if anyone had appeared from thin air within the last second.

“Don’t be scared, I don’t bite hun,” a shiver runs down his spine, “I’m y/n, your yoga instructor for today, just gonna be me and you so let’s try our best!” You clap your hands in excitement as you queue up some music.

Sanji will try his upmost best to not freak you out with his habit of love bombing and undying adoration for the mere ground you walk on, but only if you knew what he was thinking, ‘A beautiful babe and so radiant, goodness you could be the sun itself… a perfect goddess here before my very own eyes. Thank you stupid moss ball, but only this once.’

As you begin to work with Sanji, you quickly realize he’s excelling at all the physical parts of yoga, just not the mental ones. So, while he may be able to hit the cleanest triangle pose you’ve seen a beginner do due to sheer flexibility, he can’t seem to relax or concentrate at all.

“Deeper breaths Sanji, relax for me honey.” Well, he can’t when you say things like that to him. He is pleased to know you can’t tell it’s a furious blush overtaking his face because he can blame it on exercise and perspiration.

“I—,” your place your hand on top of his diagram, squatting down so you’re eye level with him, “can’t..” the weight of your palm makes his heart rate sky rocket

“Let’s try something different then, yeah?” How could he deny you when you ask so nicely with a pretty smile? He nods, waiting for further instructions. Sanji is an excellent student, what a good listener.

“Kay, I want you to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. Try to breathe in, and out deeply.” You motion for him to follow you to the mats, sitting down behind him as he tries to find his centering.

You curve your body behind him like a puzzle piece, ‘helping’ him by placing your hands on him once more. “Mhm, yes. Just like that.” He’s supposed to be watching himself in the mirror, practicing his breath, not watching your hands essentially grope him. Fuck. He’s going to get hard, he can already feel the blood rushing there with the help of your hot breath on the back of his neck.

You keep talking him through it, pretending not to notice the unruly state you’re leaving him in. He shudders continuously, unable to regulate his bodily functions when your hands begin to trail down his abdomen.

“I can help you relax better y’know, just ask,” your teeth graze the shell of his eat and he can’t help himself from begging for your sweet beautiful mercy.

Sanji is a big man, but he utterly trembles in your hold. His hard cock out in broad daylight as you stroke him for anyone to see if they walked into the studio by chance. You have him practically sitting in your lap with his legs spread wide open, pumping his cock in your hand as you turn his head to kiss you sloppily. He’s panting into each kiss, barely making the timing because he can’t stop moaning like a whore.

“Fu—fuckfuckfuck, ngh— wait slower slower,” he chokes out, his balls feel heavier knowing you’re watching his every twitch and whine in the mirror. You are beautiful but oh so cruel and he loves it.

“Slower? Didn’t you just say you wanted me to go faster? You don’t seem to be very smart Sanji,” you continue to pump him up and down as he feels his orgasm rearing its head already, he hasn’t gotten to feel you, he can’t cum yet.

The way you tut your head to belittle him makes Sanji want to squeal out in mind-numbing pleasure, it was just so perfect. “I’ll cum!! D-don’t wanna,” he pathetically whines.

You decide you’ll reward him for his honesty, slowing your hand to bite the sensitive skin of his neck. “Then switch places with me,” you offer, letting your eyes meet in the mirror. The pad of your thumb swirls over his oozing tip waiting for an answer.

If it wasn’t for the fact he was catching his breath, evident from the steep rise and fall of his chest, Sanji would have already been behind you. “Yes, pl..please.”

He helps strip your shirt over your head, massaging your breasts lightly and twirling your dark nipples between practiced fingers. You sigh into his touch, letting your head rest against his shoulder, “I like it hard and fast, can you do that for me Sanji? I wanna make sure it’ll all fit,” you pur.

“Fuck me,” he whispers under his breath, he’s still leaking. Yet he’s no where near as drenched as you are when he slides your panties down your legs.

Pools of it running down your ass crack, he coats his fingers in the white translucent substance. “Help yourself,” you tell him, eyeing the way he plays with it between his fingers. He spreads its before sticking it back together. What a perv.

He almost gags himself trying to taste it all, desperate for the sweetness. He plunges his fingers into your sopping cunt, sticking one knuckle deep while testing the waters. He prods around trying to see what you like, when he finds the one that makes you tighten around him, he smiles; adding in another lithe digit.

You’re leaning against him for support as he works up his pace, pounding his fingers into you like clockwork. Once he starts he can’t stop the inertia, feeling his muscles burn in his bicep and forearm.

But it’s worth it, all worth it when he hears your guttural whines and praises. Your pussy rewards him with even more slick that he stops himself to taste, gorging himself on it. “Let me taste it please, I have to taste the real thing, miss please,” oh and he begs so sweetly.

With a nod he scrambles around to wrap his arms around your thighs, strapping himself to your cunt. His tongue is hot and heavy on your lower lips, lapping at anything he can. “Augg-ahhh Sanji! Oh my god,” you can feel your eyes roll back into your skull as you prop yourself up on your elbows for some stability.

But he doesn’t stop, exploring further, pressing his appendage at your entrance. The smooth ring of muscle no match for his hunger as his tongue guts through you. “It fe—fuck—els so good, don’t stop!” If anyone else needed to come by the studio you’re sure it would sound like murder with the way he was killing that cat, no mercy.

He’ll scissors his digits, press his greedy fingers against your gummy soft walls while sucking your clit. Then maybe prod at that spot that makes you go limp. He’s just so excited he is getting to make you feel good he didn’t even realize he was also moaning. You were just so addicting, he felt at peace.

He stops when he realizes you came all over his face, coating him in the residue that he begins to lick up like an obediently trained mutt. You’re gripping his scalp with your nails to stop him from overwhelming you as he hisses. The sight of him below your mound is enthralling, so you drag his face in your cunt to work off the aftershocks. Grinding into his plush pink tongue.

You decide you’ll mount him reverse cowgirl on your feet (with help of course), he holds your hip as you find balance. You feel him start to stretch your entrance, welcoming the painful burn. He’s long and skinny, hitting a spot inside you that has you saying, “oh fuck,” as you try to take more of him.

You watch yourself in the mirror, his inches disappearing behind your pussy lips, form crumpled over trying to selfishly fit him all inside.

But you keep going, needy to hear more of what you could pull out of Sanji. Bounce by bounce you pick up the pace, swallowing his cock with each clap of your ass.

The view was unreal, your thick curls beginning to fall down your back as you worked up a sweat. Titties bouncing up and down as you rock back n’ forth on your feet. “More! More! Please, need it so bad miss!” His hands help piston you on top of him, wanting to lend you whatever support you might need from him. He’s just hoping you can’t see the way his toes curl from how tight and wet you are.

You place your hands behind you on his chest for even more balance, the new angle making you feel even fuller than before. You both felt on fire, your hot breaths began to fog up the mirror as you made love on the floor.

Sanji, desperate to feel you even deeper, thrusts up to match your pace. It makes his cock drag just right on your clit and the pressure begins to build again in your stomach. It’s not like he’s much better though, a blubbering mess underneath you even if you can’t see his face, the desperation of his hips is evident enough.

A few moments later you’re both a sweaty and convulsing mess on top of each other as he makes you cum harder than before. It knocks the wind out of you as you shake in pleasure. Sanji is left whimpering underneath you, unable to pull out.

“So, same time next week?” You ask.

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