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the most important virtues for the young woman are as follows: time theft, selfishness, orgasms, irreverence to authority, sacrilegious behavior, a questioning mind, and eating regular meals.
we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write gen fics. we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write character studies and stories with no focus on romance or sex. we have to get on our knees and thank the brave soldiers in fandom who write about minor characters and friendship and family with no focus on romance or sex. i know it’s hard to care about characters in a world that seems to only revolve around ships but i see you. and i love you
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“If I asked you to tell me I’m pretty, you’d do it right?”
He didn’t even look away from the stove but you caught the faint smile that appeared. “Chérie, I would tell you that you’re pretty enough times for the word to lose all meaning and not a single time would I be lying. You’re more beautiful than any other on these waters.”
You laughed quietly, unable to not feel pleased. “You’re such a flatterer.”
“In this case, you invited it,” he challenged . “I hope it’s not something you’re worried about.”
You shook your head and dropped the spoon you’d been examining your appearance in; the large bags under your eyes and perpetual exhaustion were doing little for your confidence. “Nothing like that. It’s just nice to hear.”
He moved the spoon away from you, stepping over to the kettle to stop its whistle perfectly. “You shouldn’t be too harsh on yourself if you’re not sleeping.”
“I’m not,” you defended yourself, lowering your weight onto the table somewhat. “They’re not getting worse. I think. I can’t even remember them.”
Sanji sighed. “I wish I could protect you against your dreams. There’s no good in looking after you while you’re awake if I can’t guarantee you a few hours of sleep each night.”
“A few hours is generous,” you muttered.
His smile was sympathetic when he put a cup of tea in front of you. The Sunny was eerily quiet at this time of the morning and after you woke from your nightmares, you’d migrated toward the only space with any noise or light. Luckily, Sanji got up before the sun did in order to prepare breakfast.
You glanced through the windows toward the sea beyond. The glass reflected more of the galley than it did the water, leaving only fragments visible between the glow of the lamps. Dark waves rolled alongside the Sunny, swallowing what little light the moon offered and returning nothing at all.
“Is the dark part of it?”
You tilted your head up toward him, wrapping both hands around the warmth of your tea. “I think it’s because I’m already on edge,” you admitted quietly. “Thank you, though, for this.”
“Anytime,” he said. “Though I can’t say I blame you. I’m not a fan of it myself.”
You raised a curious eyebrow. “You’re scared of the dark?”
“Not entirely. It’s claustrophobic in a way and I’ve never been fond of spaces that are a little too tight.”
You hadn’t considered Sanji to be inclined toward claustrophobia. He’d moved back to the sauce he was making, gently stirring it though he looked rather zoned out as he finished his sentence. Like he was briefly somewhere else.
You took a sip of your tea but it was far too hot and the air far too cold. So, you stood, slipping under his arm and into the space between him and the stove, his chest pressed against your back as he startled back into reality. This was considerably nicer than sitting at the table. You felt much safer with his arms around you.
“Amour…”
“Why don’t you teach me something interesting?” you asked when he trailed off, pressing a small kiss against the back of your head. “It’d be nice to think about something else.”
“Teach you?” he repeated. “I can do that. Would you like to hear about what I’m making right now?”
“The hollandaise?” you asked. “Not much interesting about it, right?”
He laughed softly. “There’s plenty if you want to focus deeply but… maybe we should start with something simpler?”
You turned around, careful not to bump into the stove too much as you did so, and slipped your arms around his waist. His cheeks turned slightly pink as you leaned closer in, gaze lingering only on you.
“Or something more complicated? Maybe it would help tire out my brain?”
Sanji coughed, his blush only worsening as you spoke. “We can try but I didn’t plan anything particularly difficult for breakfast today. Kitchen work of any kind can be tiring though.”
“Then what would you have me do, chef?” you asked, swaying against him. “I’m an excellent kitchen assistant.”
“A beloved assistant,” he reassured you with a slight wince. “But unfortunately, also one whose beauty has caused a few too many ruined dishes.”
You laughed. “Chefs are very good at multitasking. I’ve seen you with four pans going at once.”
“Yes, but that’s quite different from – ”
You moved closer to press a kiss against the side of his throat. He sucked in a sharp breath, whisk smacking into the side of the bowl when you followed it up with another, this one just under his jaw. You pressed a third right on the corner of his mouth, smiled, and turned around once more to take the unmoving whisk from him.
“Maybe we can start tomorrow?” you asked with a hum. “With something to challenge me?”
Sanji’s arms slipped around your waist, pulling you back into him as he breathed out slowly. “You are a very dangerous woman.”
“I know,” you said with a soft laugh.
The poor hollandaise was beginning to split a little and you couldn’t really blame it; it was getting jolted around quite a bit this morning. You wouldn’t be surprised if it broke on principle at this point.
You reached for the hob right as he did, fingers brushing as you turned it down.
“Brilliant, too,” he muttered against your hair.
“I just listen when you talk, darling,” you said with a small smile.
He cleared his throat briefly and squeezed your waist tighter. “Thank you. It’s going to make teaching you something new quite difficult though.”
“So, don’t teach me something new. Teach me something fun.”
“Alright, then tomorrow, if you’re still struggling to sleep, I’ll make sure there’s something waiting for you.”
“Only if I’m struggling?” you asked. “Are you sure?”
“I’d much rather you get some sleep than worry yourself here.”
Despite your teasing, you had hoped the nightmares might give you a break but you woke the next morning too, startling awake in the early hours. An endless black sky yawned beyond the porthole, broken only by a very faint gold on the horizon.
You’d struggled to fall asleep in the first place and now you were awake again.
The women’s quarters were quiet though you could hear Robin and Nami still there. Their faint breathing at least reminded you that you weren’t fully alone.
You slipped from your bed, at least you had something to look forward to and given where the sun was…
Sanji was awake. You didn’t know why you’d worried that he wouldn’t be when he always had breakfast prepared long before Luffy could start moaning about phantom hunger.
You yawned slightly before you moved closer, offering a sleepy greeting. Even mumbled, Sanji’s attention immediately turned to your voice; his smile far more awake than you could manage as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.
It was impressive how fast that wiped the stress from you.
“I know you said you wanted to do something a little more complicated,” he said. “So, I’m going to be a bit of a pain about the measurements, if that’s okay?”
He brought you to a chopping board laid next to his own with a few knives gently placed upon a cloth. A small bowl of ingredients sat before it and you glanced towards his own to find yours were entirely different.
“You’re not making duplicates in case I’m a bit off with those measurements?” you teased.
“Of course not. I’m certain it will be inhaled by that suction fish downstairs anyway.”
You appreciated it greatly, leaning into him just slightly. “I love you a lot,” you mumbled, half-distracted enough to speak your mind. “What do you want me to do?”
He smiled softly enough that you thought he might melt and then he shook his head, refocusing on what you’d asked. He gently pointed you to your bowl. “Brunoise on the leeks and the carrots,” he said. “Then a chiffonade cut for the basil. Do you want me to explain anything about them?”
“I should be fine,” you reassured. “Is that everything?”
“For now. This can be a bit time consuming if you’re not used to it so I’ll give you something else once you’re done. If you move the scraps into this pot, I’ll be using them to make a stock later.”
“Perfect.”
It was really nice.
Your exhaustion seemed to lift somewhat as the galley descended into nothing but the rhythmic chopping against boards and the warm smells of breakfast. Sanji moved around you cleanly, never once making you feel like you might be in the way and had started a strawberry compote by the time you finished your duties.
He was half focused on that and half busy with another pan when you slipped up behind him, pressing your face against his back.
“Hello,” he hummed. “Do you need some help? Or are you taking a break?”
You kissed between his shoulder blades. “I’m curious what you’re busy with.”
“It’s just a simple compote to compliment breakfast,” he said. “I’ve got so many from our last stop that I’ve been struggling to use them all. I’ll make you something special today though.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve been struggling to rest so I want to at least make the mornings extra good.”
You smiled and let your hands drift lower, resting against the buckle of his belt. You played with it while you thought about if you were maybe being a bit too bold with this. Probably. Though if he got a nosebleed, at least it was the same colour as the compote that was splattering onto the stove.
Actually, he’d stopped mixing entirely so that was your answer. You moved your hands away, stepping back to give him some space.
“When you have some time,” you said. “You should come and check my work. I think you’ll be impressed.”
Sanji breathed out slowly through his nose and leaned forward, dropping his head toward the ground. “Of course. Just one moment.”
You laughed. “Sorry, was I ruining your focus?”
“My brain gets very muddled when you do things like that,” he mumbled. “It’s like you know exactly how to fluster me.”
“It isn’t hard,” you teased. “By the way, the compote is starting to catch.”
That jolted him from his reverie. He straightened, hurrying to focus on the edges of the strawberries where they’d begun to catch, hurrying to move the second pan onto a lower heat before his butter smoked.
You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for his sudden panic, stepping back to your chopping board. A fish sat next to his own, still whole and ready for preparing.
You supposed you could help with a little more than he’d asked.
The fish was deceptively heavy – you recognised it as one of the ugly but tasty things Usopp always managed to catch in warmer waters. You tugged its fins up, snipping them off and tossing them to the side.
You hummed quietly to yourself as you shaved the scales down before you stole a knife from him and slotted it down the stomach to gut it.
Normally, he filleted these so you didn’t see any reason not to prepare it that way too, having just lifted the second fillet free when Sanji sighed in relief.
“Under control?” you asked.
“Yes, sorry,” he said, stepping toward you. “My brain gets muddled far too quickly when you touch me… Chérie?”
“Yes?” you asked.
He frowned at your fillets, blinking as though he didn’t quite understand what had happened. You were actually proud of how nice they looked and you smiled before you put down the knife and moved to wash your hands, far more interested in him than you were in finishing.
“I thought I should make your life easier,” you said with a small sway. “I hope you don’t mind, love. I assumed that’s how you wanted it prepared.”
“It is…” he said and you could see his brain was moving a little too fast.
You stepped closer to him, tilting your head up and waiting for his gaze to find yours before you kissed him purposefully. He wasted no time in melting into you, kissing you gently in return, his hands finding your own to hold.
When you stepped away, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
“I didn’t get the pin bones out,” you said.
“No worries, I can do that quickly.” Sanji blinked and turned his head toward the fish, pausing for a second. “Actually, about that…”
But his question was lost when the door to the galley slammed open loudly enough for you to jump and your captain appeared, sniffing rather like a blood hound. You left quickly, long before you got caught in the crossfire of what was about to come.
Breakfast was delicious and the warmth of the sun combined with three nights of barely any sleep meant you didn’t manage to stay up for long.
You slept most of the day away, only waking once to brush off Luffy’s loud call for dinner followed by a yelp of pain from your captain. And when you woke up the next morning, the sun was much higher in the sky than it should have been, already cresting the horizon.
No nightmares lingered in your mind and no residual fear curled in your stomach.
Yet somehow the knowledge disappointed you rather than relieved you.
You huffed and slipped from your bed, hurrying through the halls as though if you walked fast enough, you could make up for your lost time.
Unfortunately, you found the galley devastatingly empty of prep work, most of the food already laid out as Sanji finished off a fruit platter. He looked far too happy when he spotted you, smile gentle and pleased.
“You managed to get some sleep,” he said. “A fair amount of it too.”
You sighed and he frowned, clearly confused by your pouting. “Seems like it.”
He immediately lowered his knife, drying his hands before he stepped closer. “Are you alright? I thought you’d be happy to have a reprieve from the nightmares.”
“I am but also… I was looking forward to spending the morning with you. I’m sad I have to wait a whole day for it again.”
Sanji smiled warmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ll be happy for you to join me tomorrow morning if you want to.”
“Even if I sleep through the night?”
“Especially then.”
Through the window, the sun climbed higher over the horizon. Only a few days ago, it had brought reassurance but now you found yourself almost pouting that it was doing this to you and ruining the end of your time with him.
“I suppose getting up early is hardly the worst thing that’s happened to me,” you said.
“I certainly won’t complain about such beautiful company in my kitchen,” Sanji said.
A familiar sound caught your attention and you turned your head toward it, looking back through the galley’s doors. “You’re going to have more company soon,” you said. “That was definitely Zoro waking up from a mild hangover”
Sanji sighed and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head before he turned back to the fruit platter, muttering a ‘putain de merde’ so softly you certainly weren’t supposed to hear it.
You raised an eyebrow playfully. “So vulgar in front of a lady?”
He chuckled softly, cheeks dusted pink. “Pardon, ma chérie. I think I’m also missing our time together a little but I’ll make sure to feed them so they don’t bother you this early in the morning.”
“They don’t bother me,” you said. “Let me help with the last bit?”
He smiled and pushed over a chopping board, knife already sitting and waiting as it had been since that morning. “Of course.”
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guys im so sorry but i can like hear this scenario.
you’ve asked him to jerk off in front of you blindfolded. it’s a bit embarrassing for him at first, he can’t hide the blush that creeps over his skin, he can’t even see it blossoming. his back rests against your chest, abs flexing in the dim light as he waits for your touch. you don’t yet, you want to keep him jumpy and guessing and sensitive. you tell him to get on with it and his hand wraps immediately but tentatively around his girth. he can’t help but let out the softest moan due to his heightened pleasure, and you can see how his eyelids flutter shut under the blindfold.
“fuck you look pretty like this,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, your fingers tangling and tightening their grip in his hair. his cock jumps in his hand, and he starts pumping. he can feel the heat of your gaze on him and it makes him even more sensitive. are you looking at his chest, his abs, the way his thighs twitch, or the pre that leaks desperately out of him?
only after a few minutes, do you finally touch him. so lightly, you cradle his face, stroking your thumb over a burning cheek. his breath hitches, brows furrow, his pace slows but never stops. your touch travels down his neck, slowly grazing his adams apple, tracing the muscles that strain along his shoulders, his collarbones, and over his pecs. your hand hovers over his abs and he can feel the tingling sensation that you’re there. his whole body tenses, goes stiff as a board, when you finally run your fingers over them. they trail lower and he’s panting, hips stuttering when you press a kiss to his temple.
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