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revasserium · 10 months ago

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hiii i'm a new follower and i love your writing so much

ik u said no requests in ur bio but i just finished reading ur sanji fic.. so even if ur still not taking requests i'd just like to throw in an idea that u may or may not feel like using in the future, up to you (i'm requesting this with opla sanji in mind but if u wanna use it for zoro that's cool too)

k so imagine reader being invited to a friend's wedding, & being excited to go until they find out their ex is coming too (with their partner of some amt of yrs). so now reader is pressured to bring someone w/ them & ends up asking their best friend sanji bc they don't want others thinking they're still hung up on the past.

wedding dress

opla!sanji; 6,544 words, pining with a happy ending, fluff and a tad of angst, flirting, lovesick!sanji, whipped!!!!sanji, no "y/n", zeff is a whole mood, confessions, sanji-appropriate nickname usage, modern!au?

summary: you invite sanji to be your plus 1 at a wedding

a/n: im so sorry this took so long. but. better late than? never? also, there is a tiny bit of rehashing for ep 6 of the live action for sanji and zeff's relationship so... spoilers?

It’s a chilly, overcast kind of day when the call comes in. And in retrospect, Sanji thinks he should’ve known better when he’d seen your name on the caller ID. He’d hesitated, because by god if it wasn’t his New Year's Resolution to get the hell over you this year, but it’s almost December again and he still can’t help the way his heart races at the sound of your voice.

“Hey sweetheart — long time no talk!” he answers after a brief moment of contemplating his entire life, dusting his flour-covered hands on his apron.

“Hey! Sorry for calling so… out of the blue…” your voice is still as sweet as ever, and the way his stomach twists at the tinkle of your nervous laughter makes him want to kick himself. Still, he forces himself to stay calm, clearing his throat as he checks the oven — it’s almost done pre-heating.

“Now you know what I said about actin’ a stranger — just because you moved halfway across the entire world doesn’t mean we ain’t best friends anymore, right?”

It’s what you’d said when he’d been standing at the airport, three seconds from dropping to his knees and begging you not to go. But he hadn’t, because he knew how hard you’d worked for this — for this opportunity abroad, to study art in the birthplace of the Renaissance itself, in the heart of Italy.

“And… you might be able to come visit me, right?” you’d said, rocking on the balls of your feet, your eyes full of what Sanji could only call false hope — which is always, always the worst and most painful kind.

Sanji had swallowed and nodded and said something or other about Europe and fine dining, but there’s a terrible, prickling heat eating up the back of his neck and a voice that’s screaming at him to pull you to him and kiss you. He doesn’t. And he regrets it to this day.

“Ah — right… I’m actually calling because… I’ll be in the area in about a week and…”

Your voice pulls him out of his reverie and he clears his throat, hitches a smile to his face that he knows you can’t see but he’s sure you can hear.

“Oh! That’s great, darling! You’ve gotta come for a drink, I’ll whip up all your favorites — we can make a night —”

“It’s actually for a wedding.”

There are a few moments in everyone’s lives when they learn the true meaning of a thing for the very first time — elation, pride, stomach-twisting guilt, and… fear. True fear, the kind of fear that shakes the muscle from your bones and sends them tingling, threatens to overwhelm you with numbness. Fear, that pushes adrenaline through you like a drug, forces the world into a terrifying, all-consuming focus.

Sanji feels the fear coursing through him, wild and contentious at your words.

A wedding.

Your wedding? Perhaps?

He can’t bear to think of it; he’s so terrified he can barely breathe.

Then comes the moment after, the wave of everything else that the fear had washed away — confusion, anger, guilt (always guilt, for some reason), because isn’t he supposed to be happy for you? For you, the person he loves most in this entire world, to find love, to know happiness. He should. He should.

“Oh.”

Sanji sags back against the hard, metal counter. Almost mindlessly, he reaches into his pockets with shaking hands, digging around for a smoke.

Your breath is soft in his ear, too far across the phone line and a thousand miles of ocean.

“I originally wasn’t even planning on going — she’s not a very close friend — we had like one class together but —”

And within the span of a minute, Sanji also learns relief. The kind that melts the world around you into sizzling butter and champagne bubbles. The kind that makes you want to lie down on the ground and scream.

“— it was so close to your restaurant so I said yes but I didn’t know he was gonna be there and —”

You’re still talking, rambling like you do. And it takes nearly everything inside Sanji to pull himself back to the conversation.

“Sorry, love, who did you say was gonna be there?”

“My ex — you know the one —”

Sanji grimaces, flicking on his lighter with still-shaking fingers.

“Mm, yeah I do. The tall, dark-haired bastard who —”

“Yeah well — he’s gonna be there too and I just —” he hears you swallow hard and take a long, steadying breath. An unnameable something is calcifying in the depths of his stomach as he waits for you to collect yourself.

Curiosity? Why had you called like this, so suddenly, about a wedding where your ex was going to be? Concern? Were you thinking of going back to him?

But slowly, as you stutter through your next few words, the unnameable thing obtains a name — dread.

“— I just don’t think I could do it myself, y’know? And — and you were the one who got me out of it wh-when I decided to break it off with him so…”

Sanji takes a long drag of his cigarette and casts his eyes up at the high, white-slabbed ceiling of the kitchen, scored with long strips of bright, fluorescent lighting that floods the entire room in a direct, unforgiving glow.

He closes his eyes and counts to three.

“Course I’ll come with you, darlin’. It —” he wets his lips, taps off a bit of ash from his cigarette, and sucks in through his nose, clearing his throat of the words still lodged there, “— it’d be my honor.”

Relief — he hears it in your voice, and by gods he can almost see it — the way your whole face would light up, washed as if by the setting sun, your eyes wide and dark, your cheeks flushing his favorite fucking shade of pink and —

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really owe you for this one —”

Sanji makes a valiant effort at a nonchalant chuckle; it comes out sounding like a dog with a bit of bone stuck in its throat instead.

“Nonsense — what are best friends for, anyway?”

There’s a tiny pause where Sanji can feel the words best friend scraping along the insides of his mouth, barbed and harsh, leaving his tongue feeling raw and metallic.

“You really are the best friend anyone could ask for,” your voice is soft and honest and Sanji wants nothing more than to chuck his phone into the industrial blender.

You tell him that you’ll send him the details, that you can’t wait to see him soon, that you’ve got a world and a half of catching up to do, that you’ll buy him so, so many drinks, and that you’ll come bearing presents. He laughs at the right times, makes soft noises of consent and agreement, and when finally, finally you tell him goodbye, he clicks off the phone and takes another long drag of his smoke.

And then, he whips his hand back and throws the cigarette butt into the large sink, where it tinks against the metal and sizzles sadly in the murky dishwater.

“Real sucker for punishment, aren’tcha, lil’ eggplant?”

Sanji groans, turning around to find Zeff with his arms folded, the hip to his bad leg propped against a counter.

“Will you fuck kindly off — can’t you see I’m going through a thing here?”

Zeff snorts, clunking unevenly towards him.

“You been going through that thing for the last year and a half since you chickened outta askin’ her to stay so —”

“I didn’t chicken out — I — it was her dream to go to Florence and study —”

“And what was your dream then, ey?”

Sanji bangs his palm against the counter and sighs, “It’s not like I could leave you here with —”

“With what? A thriving restaurant business that I started? A guest list out the door and round the corner —”

“I — I helped!”

Zeff rolls his eyes, “Ah sure ya did, but I never asked you to, did I?”

Sanji huffs, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop the torrent of horrible, sad, acrid things he could say and could never mean, so he swallows them back down. When he looks up next, Zeff is still standing there, but there’s a softness around his eyes.

He opens his mouth a few times, but eventually, all he says is, “The oven’s over heatin’.”

Sanji swears and jumps up to tug open the oven door. A wave of hot air whooshes out and nearly catches him in the face. Behind him, he can hear Zeff’s dark, gravelly chuckle, and the dull clunk of his wooden leg.

“You burn the kitchen down, you pay for it.”

And then he’s gone again, leaving the door swinging behind him, and Sanji very much alone with the too-hot oven and a counter full of things he can’t really remember the recipes for anymore.

Nearly a week later, Sanji finds himself standing at the airport, rocking on the balls of his feet, nearly in the exact same place as he’d been a year and a half prior. Except this time, you’re not walking away from him. You’re walking back towards him. He wonders if there’s a name for deja-vu in reverse and comes to the realization that that’s just called… a memory.

And memory seems to work in strange ways now, images superimposing themselves on top of one another — the flicker of a film lens, the bat of an eyelash, the shadow of a smile crimping the corner of your lips. All of this, he sees in the here and now, but he sees it in the air around you too, shimmering and mirage-like — all his memories and dreams of you layered over the shape of you. Your memory like a ghost of itself, trailing behind you as you walk towards him, a shy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed from travel and the cold and —

He doesn’t let himself hope. Not this time.

“Hey!” your voice is just as bell-like as he remembers it, pitched a little higher than it usually is, probably out of nervousness. But it still feels like a kick to the guts. Sanji forces himself to smile.

“Hi, love,” he says, leaning down as you reach him, but the motion aborts halfway because — is it still appropriate to hug you like he’d always done? To press his lips to your cheek or your hairline and revel in the bright citrus of your shampoo, to soak in the butter and cream of your skin like he used to?

There’s an awkward half-second pause before you’re standing up on tip-toe and Sanji’s heart nearly drops out of his ass as you lean in. But then — your lips skim by his cheek and your arms are around him, and stupid, stupid, stupid heart — thundering in his chest like horses or hooves or fists or thumping rabbit’s feet — leaping into his throat and pattering against the base of his tongue as he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. But it’s not close enough. It’s never close enough.

He breathes and distantly, a part of him notes that you still use the same shampoo.

“Hi…” your voice is warm by his ear, a bit muffled, but he can’t help the way it makes him shiver, “It’s… so good to see you.”

He nods, not trusting his own voice to do the normal thing and, oh, you know — work.

“I’ve — I’ve missed you.”

He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cough as he nods again. He feels your arms slackening around him and a fierce, terrifying thing is flapping its wings in his stomach, screeching at him not to let you go. But he does — like he did before.

“I — I missed you too,” he says, though his voice sounds flat and scratchy and he clears his throat again.

A dozen different expressions flicker across the lovely planes of your face and finally, it settles on endeared exasperation.

“Please don’t tell me you still work through like three packs of smokes a day.”

Sanji laughs then, shaking his head as he reaches over for your luggage, “Nah — well, maybe not three but —”

You whack him softly on the arm.

“I actually tried to quit right after you left.”

“You did?”

Sanji shrugs as the pair of you start to make for the exit. He feels your gaze go slanted and shrewd.

“How long’d that last?”

He smirks, “Few hours.”

You whack him again and this time, he dodges out of the way just to bask in the bright spark of your laughter as you chase after him.

“Seriously though, you know how terrible they are for you!”

“Sure do,” he says, tugging one out of his pocket as soon as he clears the airport doors, pivoting left towards the parking garage. You have to jog to keep up with his longer strides, your breaths misting the air between you in silvery puffs.

He makes no move to light it as he helps toss your luggage into the trunk of his car, sliding into the driver’s seat. You huff as you wiggle into the passenger’s side.

“Then why —”

Sanji waits patiently for you to buckle your seatbelt before pulling out of the parking space, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting soft against the middle console. He slates you a glance.

“Cause,” he says, fixing his eyes back on the road, an easy smirk twisting his lips, “it’s a metaphor.”

You groan, sinking into the seat, “Just because you read John Green one time —”

“Oi, I’ll have you know I read his entire bibliography after you showed him to me.”

“Ugh, whatever you manic-pixie-dreamgirl-loving ass.”

“Yeah, whatever — you actual manic pixie dreamgirl.”

You smile and Sanji allows himself the brief and aching delusion that the past year and a half didn’t happen, that you never left, and that you’d never leave. That you’d always be here, warm and laughing and just within reach.

The rest of the car ride is spent in mundane conversation, in how was your flight and tell me about Florence and how’s Zeff doing these days and I wanna know about your latest dish. It’s light and easy, and Sanji lets it warm the air around him. By the time he pulls into the front of your hotel, all the unsaid words from the past year and a half have soaked through his socks and into his shoes. It sloshes out onto the pale pavement as he opens the car door.

He helps you roll your luggage up into the lobby and tells you he’ll be here at 3PM to pick you up tomorrow. The venue’s just three blocks away.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” you say, pursing your lips, waving as he backpedals towards the automatic doors.

“You’ve still gotta send me pictures of the dress you’re wearing — I gotta find a matching tie.”

You laugh, a bit embarrassed, “Right — and here I thought I might surprise you.”

Sanji freezes, eyes wide.

“O-oh! Er — well, you can just — just tell me what color or —” he waves vaguely, “send a picture of a corner of the dress — just so I have something to color match against —”

You nod, eyes glittering, eager once more, “Oh! That’s a good idea — I’ll do that.”

“Great,” Sanji says.

“Great!” you echo, perhaps a bit too chipper.

He gives you one last smile before turning and striding from the hotel, firing up the engine as calmly as he can, forcing himself not to turn and check if you’re still watching him through the brightly lit, sliding glass doors. He allows himself a glance through the rear-view mirror as he pulls away from the drive and his heart skips a beat when he realizes you’re still standing there, right in the middle of the lobby, fingers wrapped around the handle of your suitcase, your eyes fixed on the shadow of his retreating car.

He lights the smoke the second he turns the corner, your shadow no longer in his rear-view mirror.

That night, Sanji dreams in fits and leaps, flashing images and long, sticky streams of could-have-beens —

He dreams of your laughter in a white-tiled kitchen, of powdered sugar and eggshells cracked and leaking on an exposed wood counter, chopsticks clinking against a thick glass mixing bowl. He dreams of your voice echoing off the shower tiles as you sing off-key, the way you used to when you’d sneak into his college dorm for movie night and a midnight snack. He dreams of coffee mugs and errant rose petals and dandelion seeds blowing in the wind. He dreams of dancing with you in his arms in a darkened dorm room that morphs into a bigger room with a softer carpet, one that he’d never seen before but he knows implicitly (like bodies know) is his home — it has pictures on the walls, trinkets lining the far bookshelf, your favorite scarf draped over the back of the well-worn sofa.

In the dream, you pull your head back from where it's pillowed against his shoulder and smile up at him. He leans down to kiss you, his lips hovering half an inch from yours.

Sanji jerks awake to the sound of his alarm, fingers fumbling for his phone, groaning as he smashes the orange snooze button and flips over to bury his face back into his lumpy pillow.

“Ah… fuck.”

It’s not the first time he’s had that dream, and he knows it won’t be the last. But it’d been so real that night, real enough to make him wonder if it just might come true.

He rubs at his sleep-crusted eyes and peers blearily at all the notifications on his screen. There’s a text from you with a picture attached. He clicks it open to find a short message attached to the picture — I really did want to surprise you…

He blinks for three seconds at what looks like a blurry picture of studded black silk before he remembers —

“Send me a picture of a corner of the dress — just so I have something to color match against.”

He allows himself a laugh, swinging his feet out of bed even as he types back — you coulda just told me it was black…

He watches the three little dots appear and disappear a few times, chewing on his bottom lip, before the text appears — well there are different shades of black, right???

Sanji laughs, shaking his head.

sure there are.

A string of tongue-out emojis, followed by an equally long string of middle-finger emojis.

He spends the rest of the morning fussing over which specific black tie to wear before settling on one that he’s quite sure is the exact same shade of black as your dress (and yes, he does have quite the collection of black ties), before tugging his best suit out to press.

It shouldn’t feel so easy, slipping back into the rhythm of things, of texting and smiling and hearing your voice in his head when he reads your texts. It shouldn’t feel so easy to forget the months of radio silence and guilt, the oppressive, resonant weight of what might have been if either of you had done a single thing different that day at the airport — he wonders if he should’ve reached for your hand, he wonders if you’d ever looked back.

He hadn’t. He couldn’t let himself.

He is waiting for you in the lobby at 2:45, wearing a hole into the plush Persian carpet, collecting strained looks from the concierge who had assured him three times in the last four minutes that he’d already rung up to your room and that you’d said you were on your way.

“Wow, you’re early — sorry I took a while — I couldn’t figure out what to do with my hair and —“

Sanji lifts his head and thinks distantly that all those rom-com cliches of a guy looking up, time itself slackening, the room smearing sideways around him, the music going slow, the lighting soft — all of it is painfully, startlingly true after all.

Because there you are, walking towards him, still saying something, but he can’t make out the words anymore because time isn’t really a thing anymore, is it? He can’t focus on that and also the dark glimmer of your dress, the way the neckline skates just beneath your collarbones, barely skimming the skin there before it slips down along the slope of your shoulders in a way that makes his breath unspool inside his chest like loose threads.

And in the slanted, ethereal light of the winter afternoon, your dress looks like it’s cut from a swath of darkest midnight, moonless and scattered with stars.

You blush as Sanji attempts to pick his jaw up off the floor and hitch his lips into something resembling a smile.

“W-wow… you look…”

Your smile is shy as you press your palms against the dress, looking down, “Thanks… you don’t think it’s… too much?”

Sanji shakes his head, feeling dazed.

“No! I mean — it’s —“ his mouth is dry, drier than he ever remembers it being, and suddenly it’s very hard to swallow and Sanji isn’t even sure the muscles in his neck know how to perform the action, let alone force words out alongside it. He struggles for another few seconds, his jaw working furiously as his eyes skitter down and back up the shape of you.

“You look… perfect,” he says, finally, because the word has been ricocheting around his chest like a stray bullet and he had to let it out somehow.

“Thanks — you don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, your voice breathy in a way that makes Sanji’s stomach squeeze.

He offers you his arm, and you glide forward to take it.

He drives the three blocks to the wedding venue in a daze, his mind spinning slow and off-axis, tilted so by the gentle waft of your perfume, the lullaby of your voice as you chatter nervously about this and that and the weather, I mean, can you believe it’s gonna be an outdoor wedding in the winter? He wonders briefly why you’re so nervous, and then he’s reminded of the reason he’s even here at all — your ex will be here. Ah. Right.

“Ready?” he asks, offering you his arm again as the both of you follow the meandering stream of arriving guests toward the paved outdoor garden area where the ceremony is due to take place.

“No, but… you’re here so…” you let out a breath and for a second, Sanji almost thinks he hears the hint of an ache in your voice. An ache like an old scab picked at too many times, like unrequited love, perhaps. It’s an ache with which Sanji is so intimately familiar that he immediately tamps it down and vows not to think about it again for the rest of the night.

There are stiff-backed waiters wandering around with plates of hors d’oeuvres and thin flutes of bubbling pink champagne.

Sanji grabs two glasses and hands you one.

“Cheers, then.”

“Bottoms up,” you say, tossing back the entire flute in one.

Sanji cocks his eyebrows, grinning as he follows suit, smacking his lips.

“Alright then, I guess if that’s how you’re playin’ —”

Your laughter is light, if a little strained, but he remembers how quickly bubbly drinks tend to go to your head and makes a concerted effort to slow down. You make it all the way through the actual ceremony without bumping into your ex, though you do lean over and grab Sanji’s hand as the bride and groom exchange vows — something about love being a choice, one that they promise to make every morning of every day for the rest of their lives — and he looks over to find you misty-eyed, bottom lip caught beneath your teeth.

“Sap,” he whispers, leaning over. It earns him a choked laugh and a half-hearted elbow in the ribs, but it’s worth it to see the tension melt from your shoulders.

Sanji turns back towards the bride and groom, exchanging rings now, and unbidden comes the images of you and him standing where they are — you in a dazzling white gown, him still in a dark suit, but one perhaps of more expensive material and much better tailoring. He thinks about all the things he might promise you, wonders at what you might promise him in return —

“I promise to love and cherish you —” you might say.

“I promise to make all your favorite foods,” he might say.

“I promise not to touch your emotional support le creuset pans.”

“I promise not to make you taste all my experimental dishes —”

“Okay, but what if I want to —”

He imagines the way the crowd would titter, how the officiator would affectionately clear his throat. He imagines Zeff’s warm, well-worn laughter, rough and a little torn at the edges because he’s just as sentimental as the next guy behind all the beard and gruffness. He imagines the crowd smiling up at the pair of you, the way you’d squeeze his hands to get the both of you back on track —

He jerks out of his reverie as you tug your hand away from his to clap, and it takes him a beat to realize that everyone else is clapping and cheering too. He blinks — the bride and groom are kissing, pulling apart as the music swells around them and they link hands to walk back down the aisle.

Sanji clears his throat and hurriedly gets up to clap as well, his eyes trailing the radiant smiles on both the newlyweds’ faces. Another sharp ache sings through him but he feels your hand in his again and he can’t tell if he wants to grip you tighter or pull away. They’d both hurt just as much, wouldn’t they?

“C’mon, let’s get inside — I wanna judge the catering with you,” you whisper, your breath tickling his cheek, and he knows without having to look that you’re standing on your tiptoes, your chin almost propped on his shoulder.

He fights down a bout of shivers and smiles, “My favorite part of any formal event, honestly.”

You laugh, “I know — me too.”

So you spend the entire dinner service whispering to each other about the food —

“God, this steak is so well done I think it just might dislocate my jaw —”

“What’s in this sauce?”

Sanji chews thoughtfully before making a face, “Dunno, but it’s got oregano.”

“Oh the cake looks good though.”

“Yeah, but we both know how much sugar and butter goes into that right?”

You nudge him with an elbow, “Weird, cause I’m pretty sure happiness is also made of sugar and butter.”

“Well for me, it’s always been…” but Sanji trails off, biting his tongue. No. He can’t say that — not now. Not here.

Because for him, happiness has always just been you.

So instead, he swallows passed his own mouthful of regrets and attempts a lopsided grin. And thankfully, your attention is drawn elsewhere by a loud peal of laughter before he has to make a shitty joke about happiness being a well-lit kitchen and a gas-lit stove.

You’re both at least a bottle of champagne deep when it finally happens, inevitable as a summer storm — your ex saunters up to you on the dance floor, sporting a grease-slick grin, eyeing you up and down like a piece of well-cut meat. Sanji is at the bar, grabbing more drinks and you’re catching a breath of fresh air just outside the dance hall.

“Well, well, well — look who it is.”

Sanji turns sharply at the sound of the voice, his eyes narrowing — Asshat. Fantastic. The bartender is putting the finishing touches on two custom cocktails but blinks, confused, as Sanji swipes both drinks out from the bar and casts him a hurried grin.

“Thanks mate, these look great,” Sanji raises the cocktail glasses at the bewildered bartender before hurrying off, slowing ever so slightly as he reaches you, straightening his spine and smoothing out his shoulders.

“Here, got them special-made for you,” he says, pressing the cocktail into your hand, cutting into something that Asshat is saying.

“Oh! Thanks — oh wow, this looks so good!” you beam up at him, taking a sip.

“Oh wow, didn’t know you were still hangin�� out with this guy,” Asshat says, hooking his thumbs into his belt-hoops and jutting out his chin.

You frown, pressing your lips, “Excuse me?”

Asshat scoffs, posturing, “I mean, when we broke up, it was cause o’him right? So I just thought you might’ve realized what a mistake that was and —”

Sanji barely has the time to feel offended before Asshat is gasping and stumbling back. You’d tossed the remainder of your drink straight into his face.

“What the —” Asshat sputters, his fists clenching, but quick as anything, Sanji swipes out a leg that catches him right in the shins and makes him stumble. In one fluid movement, Sanji pushes his own drink into your hand before reaching out the other arm to steady the now flailing Asshat, catching him around the shoulders.

“Whoa there! Seems like you’ve had a bit too much to drink, my friend!” he says, loud enough for the people around you to hear. He thumps Asshat on the back in a would-be kind gesture before tugging him close, still coughing, and hissing in his ear —

“Listen here, you asswipe — you’re gonna turn around and walk away and stay the fuck away from us for the rest of this wedding, you understand? I’ve got plenty more o’this for ya if you don’t, got it?”

Sanji scuffs his foot along the gravel-covered ground in a motion that could easily be mistaken as fidgeting, but you know better. And so, it seems, does Asshat, who scoffs and shoves Sanji off him with a glare, but after another second, straightens his drink-soaked jacket, turns, and stalks away.

You let out a long breath, swallowing hard.

“Hey darlin’… you alright?” Sanji turns and bends down to level his eyes with yours.

“Y-yeah — thanks — you didn’t need to —”

“Nah. Course I did — it’s why you invited me, right?” he allows himself a lopsided grin that borders on self-deprecating and you look up, eyes wide.

“No! I — that’s not —”

“It’s okay, love — I promise I’m not offended —” Sanji’s babbling, he knows he is — but he has to, because the alternative of letting you speak, of letting you confirm what he already knows to be true (that you’ve only ever seen him as a best friend, that you love him in all the ways except for the one way he wants you to, in the one way he loves you) is too much. He tucks his hands in his pockets and shrugs up his shoulders, pulling them up towards his ears like armor.

And then you lean in and kiss him, and every single word he’s ever thought of saying just to fill the silence turns to mist and mornings on his tongue. His mind turns blissfully blank and when he regains consciousness (or has he? Because isn’t this the dream he’s dreamt every waking moment of his life for the past… however many years?), he thanks every god he can name that he feels his fingers in your hair, his other hand cupping the soft curve of your jaw. He tastes your uncertainty against his lips and presses in, hoping, praying that if he just kissed you hard enough you might understand.

When you pull away, he can’t help the satisfied purr that curls up his chest at the pinkness in your cheeks and the slightly glazed-over look in your eyes.

“O-oh — sorry I —”

Sanji shakes his head, leaning in to push his forehead against yours.

“Nah, nah, nah — if you tell me that was a mistake now I might just turn around and never speak to you ever again — because don’t you dare —”

You let out a helpless laugh, shaking your head as you reach up to cover his hands with yours. It’s only then that he realizes they’d been shaking. He swallows and he thinks he can taste every single morning after for the rest of his goddamn life in the whisper of your breath.

“It — it’s not, I wasn’t —” you close your eyes and Sanji holds you still, foreheads still pressed. Distantly, Sanji is aware that people are cheering, that more drinks are being poured, that the dance floor is probably a mess. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t think he’ll care about anything else ever again — why would he? Now that he’s got you.

“Shh… take your time, love… we’ve got all the time in the world.”

He feels the relief take you, and then you’re falling into him, burying your face in the lapel of his suit jacket, probably smearing it with your foundation. Vaguely, Sanji considers framing it when he gets home.

“I’m… I’m sorry it took so long — I’m sorry I didn’t — that I wasn’t…” you curl your fist into the material of his shirt and thump him lightly on the chest, even as he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“I know, darlin’… I know.” Sanji presses his lips into your hair and can’t help a smile.

Finally. Finally.

Your hair smells like citrus shampoo.

Finally.

“I thought about you every single day,” you admit, your voice small when you finally pull back to look at him again. He thinks there might be tears in your eyes, or maybe it’s just the starlight caught in the thick night sky of your lashes.

“Did you now?” he asks, fumbling for some semblance of normalcy amidst this night of revelations.

You nod, fervently, and god he wants to kiss you again. Briefly, he wonders if he should, if he’s allowed to now. Instead, he smiles and cocks his head.

“So? What changed?” and he can’t help the tiny note of hurt out of his voice, the slightest shiver of disbelief. After all, cynicism is a hard habit to break.

Especially after so many years of practice.

You shrug, sighing, “Nothing — everything. I mean — I’d always… but then I thought — you had your career as a chef and I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with my life. But it —” you lick your lips, and Sanji nearly breaks when you tear your eyes away from his. He wants to force you back, to soak in the dark and bright of your gaze till he can see the world exactly as you see it.

“It’s always been you…” you say.

At this, Sanji does break. He tips your face towards him with a thumb and a forefinger and leans in, waiting for you to pull back, bracing for it. But you don’t — instead, you press in and close the space between you again, and again, and then again.

He wants to tell you — he needs to tell you that it’s always been you too, that there’s never been anyone else. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he’s known, even though both of you were children back then, and neither of you had any idea what “love” actually meant. He knew then, too.

“Love…” his voice trails off, but you smile, and he knows you know, knows that you can hear it in the rawness behind his voice, in the softness of his breath, in the way it shakes.

You make to kiss him again. But your lips hover half an inch from his and you stop. Sanji sighs.

“What — why’d you stop?”

Your smile is sweet and sharp, honey glinting on a razor’s edge, and he knows that he has you. And maybe that he’s always had you and was just too blind, too terrified, to see it.

“Haven’t you heard? It’s a metaphor.”

Sanji groans, “Fuck your metaphors.”

You bat your lashes, pulling an expression of mock affront onto your face.

“Well at least wine me and dine me first —”

Sanji licks his lips, “What’dyou think I’ve been trying to do for the last ten years?”

Your breath catches.

“Oh.”

Sanji smirks and kisses you again, slowly this time, languid and deep. Unhurried. He luxuriates in the way you go soft in his arms, in the way he can feel the gentle hitch of your breath as he runs his tongue along the edges of your teeth, coaxing you towards him, closer and closer and closer.

The hardest, angriest part of him wants to swallow you whole, bite down just to hear you hiss, to taste your blood on his tongue. To make you feel even a sliver of the pain he’d felt. He tamps it back down — there’s time for that later.

Instead, he forces himself to pull back and allows himself the satisfaction of watching you chase him, pursing your own lips with a bashful look away, your cheeks dark.

“So,” Sanji takes half a step back, puffing out his chest in the best imitation of a fuckboy at a wedding party, “wanna get outta here?”

You let out a helpless laugh, falling into his side. He lets the sound ring through him like so many silver bells.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

He chuckles, looping an arm around your middle and leaning towards your ear.

“Your place, or mine?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m pretty sure I still have a toothbrush at your place.”

Sanji hums, “You still have a whole drawer at my place.”

You smile up at him, open and happy and sincere, “Then… I guess that’s your answer then.”

#opla #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece live action #opla sanji #one piece netflix #one piece fluff #sanji opla #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #opla x reader #opla x you #opla fluff #x reader #floofy floof floof #scheduled post

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miaoua3 · 1 month ago

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hii !! i'd like to request for "sitting in between wonu's thighs while he stimulates ur clit as u lay back on his chest" thank you <3

hii! sure, i hope you enjoy this!

Wonwoo, The Menace

Pairing: bf! wonwoo x f! reader

Genre: smut….just…smut

Description: wonwoo gets in one of his moods again, you end up being on the receiving end of it (not that you complain (well kind of))

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so, here’s the thing. wonwoo, your beautiful and sweet boyfriend, was usually nothing more than perfect, always so sweet and caring to you. on any other day, you would describe him as nothing more than as an angel.

on any other day. but not today.

see, wonwoo sometimes gets into these…moods, where without any explanation whatsoever decides to make it mission to make you suffer (well not really but also kind of).

and he usually decides to do it by teasing you for hours to no end with the help of your little pink vibrator.

about an hour ago, wonwoo randomly pulled you with him to your bedroom, kissing you like he hasn’t tasted you in years, hands groping your ass and tits like his life depended on it.

gradually, his pace slowed down, the closer you two got to the bed. once the back of his knees hit the bed, he broke off the kiss in order to slowly lower himself down on it, keeping up with the eye contact, as well as letting his hands slowly slide down from your back all the way down to your thighs.

and his eyes? if eyes could talk his would say “i am going to have so much fun with making you scream and moan my name all night long."

the thought sent shivers down your spine.

ever so slowly, he moved himself so he was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back against the board of it.

with dark eyes looking at you, he patted one of his thick thighs that were now spread.

“strip and sit.”

that was an hour ago. an hour of agonising pleasure and hundreds of tears rolling down your cheeks, your hands holding onto his arms tightly, his dirty mouth whispering profanities and encouraging words all in the same breath in your ear from behind.

you have already orgasmed two times already, simply from him holding the little vibrator to your clit while his other indecisive hand restlessly went from playing with your nipples to playing with the entrance of your pussy.

something about the whole thing- him being fully clothed while you were completely naked, letting yourself be at his mercy, following all of his instructions to the t, him going from “oh, you want my fingers? does my little princess want my fingers inside her hungry little pussy? hm? beg for it then.” to “such a good girl, keeping her hands to herself. cum for me, make a mess for me.” all in the same breath.

something about everything was so hot to you, which made your pleasure increase by the suspense of hopefully finally having him fuck you.

wonwoo was currently working on the orgasm number 3 from you, his lips brushing your ear as he’s whispering naughty words into it, his hand gently resting against the base of your neck while his other hand is holding the little toy to your clit.

you can feel your legs shaking against his own, you can also feel your hands holding onto his wrists tightly, as well as the tears continuously falling from your eyes and sobs mixed with moans break out of you.

you can feel all this, and yet your mind is thousand of miles away, floating away from you that you’re not entirely aware of all your actions. the only thing that you can focus on is wonwoo’s firm chest against your back and the pleasure his hand is currently bringing to you.

trying to stop your legs from shaking so much, wonwoo reaches with his free hand to hold your thigh in place. focusing on his veiny hand squeezing your leg, you hear your lover murmur "fuck, you're shaking so much-does it feel good? hm? is my baby feeling so good that she can't control herself? fuck it- i want you to cum on my fingers" he decides on quickly.

turning the vibrator off, he throws it to the side before he starts rubbing your clit with the two of his fingers quickly, his mouth nibbling and sucking on the skin of your neck as you rapidly approach your end.

before you can even warn him, you feel yourself cumming, your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. you seemingly black out due to the immense pleasure, so much so that you aren't even aware that you just squirted all over your bedsheets.

with your head resting against wonwoo's chest, it takes you a few moments to come back to yourself. it is only then that you notice both the wetness of the sheets beneath you, as well as how quiet your boyfriend has gone, you slowly turn your head upwards to him, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

wonwoo's eyes are solely focused on your quivering legs and the wetness of the sheets, his pupils fully blown, making them look almost black.

unconsciously, you tighten the hold of your hand on his arm that wrapped itself around your chest as you were orgasming to keep you in place.

finally breaking out of his trance at your movement, he slowly moves his focus from between your legs to your eyes. in a blink of an eye, his hand moves from resting on your chest to grasping your jaw, tilting your head more to the back before he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth with no manners at all, battling for its dominance against your own.

breaking the kiss briefly, he utters "fuck, that was so hot." before going back to kissing you again, only to interrupt himself again. "need you to do that again, around my cock."

gasping, you ask him "again?"

he pecks your lips gently once, twice, before he looks at you with lustful eyes.

"what, you didn't think i was done with you baby, did you?"

and the little sinister smirk told you that

he wasn't going to let you out of his arms the entire night.

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hope this is okay, i know it’s a bit short but that’s because i have 16 MORE REQUESTS TO ANSWER BLODDY HELL and also because i wrote this with shaky hands due to drinking coffee first thing in the morning😭 anyway love ya🫶

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo

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or0ch1maru · 4 months ago

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hiiii do you have any smut headcanons for grimmjow from bleach?? love ur work! 💕

fuck yeaaaaa💕 let’s get into it

Warnings: 18+, minors & ageless blogs DNI. This is pure porn

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-Grimmjow’s arrogant, cocky, and a bit of an asshole. But that rarely follows him into the bedroom. Of course he KNOWS what he’s doing

-for starters, he loves your pussy. Eating it, fucking it, even just looking at it. Which is what he does. He’ll have you bare beneath him, his eyes gazing at your folds, wet with slick, even when you try covering yourself up, he’ll swat your hands away, tellin’ you to stop hiding from him

-now when it comes to eating you out, he’s messy. His tongue deep in your walls as his nose bumps against your cute little clit

-his hands pushing your thighs apart as far as they physically can go without hurting you. His eyes never leaving your face. Taking in every expression and sound you make

-he loves fingering you, stuffing you full with as many fingers as you can take, watching the way you suck him in. Squirting and making a mess all over his hand and wrist

-before he fucks you, he teases you, he’s mean about it. Like come on, can you expect anything less outta him? Hell no

-he’ll push his cock in before pulling it out, rubbing his swollen head against your clit before tapping it, eliciting adorable mewls outta you. This will go on and on until you’re crying, begging him to fuck you

-and that’s when he’ll give you a mercy. Shoving his cock into you all the way to the hilt, letting you get accustomed to his thick length before picking up his pace.

-he loves when you bite down on him, scratching at him, leaving all sorts of marks all over his body. If he bleeds, he bleeds. He doesn’t care. He’ll proudly show that shit off

-same goes for Grimm. Your neck, chest, collar bones, cute lil tummy, and thighs, will be littered with hickeys and teeth marks

-he pulls hair. Using it to guide you into a new position or to simply cram his cock down your throat

-he loves being the one to do all the work, seeing you go dumb on his dick, tears down your face, that fucked out expression you have after he makes you cum for the first time, the way his name falls from your lips like a prayer

-but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t welcome you when you wanted to ride him. Course he’s gonna look up at you with that wolfy grin of his, his calloused hands on your hips, waiting until he sees you falter, just to help bounce you up and down on his length

-“what’s the matter baby? My girl can’t handle it anymore? Hm? That’s okay, daddy’s got you.”He’ll coo towards you before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, absolutely ramming into you from below.

-he’ll let out a chuckle when he hears a strangled moan, feeling your drool on his shoulder. Making a complete and utter mess outta you

-I personally believe that Grimmjow’s favorite positions are any that he can see your face, cowgirl, missionary, mating press, etc

-he thinks you’re so pretty, how can he not wanna look at his girl and marvel in the fact only he makes you like this

-he loves watching you suck on things, his cock, his fingers, lollipops, hell even a dildo. The way your lips wrap around them so perfectly, it kills him

-when he’s jealous is when he truly gets mean about things. Using and abusing your throat, fucking into you roughly until he fills your throat with his cum. Watching your mascara running down your cheeks as spit dribbles down your chin, the lewd noises only fueling his desire to ruin you

-part of him would love to have someone walk in on him fucking into you, just so they can see how good he treats his baby

-but another part of him doesn’t want anyone else to see you this way. Only grimmjow gets to watch as his baby gets ruined by his cock

-doesn’t give two fucks if anyone hears you screaming, let alone his name

-has a high stamina, so expect multiple rounds, or longer sessions

-gets hard at literally everything you do. Especially if he irritated you and you give him that particular look. He’ll fuck into you messily as he apologizes

-“‘m sorry mama, you just look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re mad at me. Let me show you how sorry I am.”

-he whimpers, groans, talks shit, talks dirty, praising. The whole works right

-“fuck ma, suckin’ me in so fuckin’ deep”, “cant get enough of this pussy, feels so fuckin’ good.” “My pretty baby’s so filthy, look at you. Takin’ my cock to the hilt. Fuckkkk, you feel me here don’t ya doll.”

-he’ll coo as he watches the bulge in your stomach with each thrust, pressing down on it, causing you to squirt, covering him in your juices

(Grimmjow is so daddy omfg)

#bleach smut #bleach #grimmjow smut #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x y/n #Grimmjow

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snowberrycherry · 2 years ago

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chanel!! ..hear me out könig eating 🐱. That’s it. That’s the ask. <3

ur mind> we r now bffs sorry

[a/n] i had to add ghost i couldn’t control it 🫨🫨

part 2 here

Borderline

könig x fem!reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), ghost walks in and watches at the end but everything is consensual, read at ur own risk, mdni.

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At first, you thought he was just doing it to be an asshole, knowing how most of the time you couldn’t resist his lips working all over your cunt, hearing you scream out his name as he made you come countless times. He would regularly plead with you to let him taste you at the most inconvenient or random times. Nonetheless, over time you started to realize it was maybe some sort of kink? You had questioned him about it, making his face turn a bright shade of red, registering that you had figured out his secret turn-on. He shyly explained to you that the exciting exhilarating feeling of someone catching him in between your thighs gave his stomach uncontrollable butterflies. That it satisfied him to no end, knowing that only he could make you feel that way. The sudden rush of happiness when you heard his words made your heart flutter, it made you feel crazy, but in the best way possible. So it became a non-spoken agreement enfolded with you two by taking extensive risks and pushing boundaries.

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“I’m almost finished, besides Simon is coming by in like 10 minutes to pick some files up” you argued.

He only recently started doing this, but whenever he could König would stop by to see you in your office, accompanying you while you finished up your work for the day.

”But Liebling”, his accent always seemed to thicken when he begged,” I want to eat you out now”.

You gave him a light-hearted laugh, “And if he walks in here, where will you go?”. He stood up from the chair across from yours and stepped over to you. A confused expression swept over your face as he knelt on the floor, “I’ll just go like this,” he proudly said, cramming his massive frame underneath your desk, flashing you the brightest smile like he had solved the world's greatest mystery. You sighed down at him, shaking your head, “You’re insane”.

He trailed his hands up your legs, rubbing his thumbs on your thighs, “ So is that a yes?”.

Another exasperated sound escaped from you, it was definitely a risk, but the way his mouth worked wonders on you, it most definitely wouldn’t take long for you to come.

“Make it fast, König”. With a firm nod, he instantly pulled down your pants so they were resting on the middle section of your thighs, along with your underwear. You were on full display for him and he was in awe. “You’re already so wet” he exclaimed, running his index finger along your aching cunt. “So sweet,” he said, slipping it into his mouth, savoring your juices like he would die without them. You moaned, wriggling your pelvis attempting to get whatever friction you could from him. He gave your thigh a small kiss before biting down on the soft flesh, marking you as his. You let out a sharp yelp when you felt his teeth sink into your skin, but he quickly soothed the pain with a cool peck. He charmingly grinned up at you, eyes tainted with fervor, and went ahead to bury his face deep inside of you. He flicked his tongue over your pussy, tracing different types of shapes all over you. Your hand flew to your mouth to stop your cry of pleasure when he angled his tongue right into you, thrusting in and out as if he had something to prove. His nose pressed right down on your clit as he was tongue fucking you relentlessly, with immeasurable passion.

Breathlessly he pulled away, “Am I making you feel good?” he whined, looking up at your eyes which were glazed over with lust and need. He got a response to his question with your legs locking around his head, dragging him back into your pussy. The messy sounds echoed throughout the walls as he lapped up all your juices.

You were too caught up in ecstasy with his lips and your spit-covered thighs to hear the first delicate knock. The second one however was louder pushing you out of your trance causing your eyes to snap open.

“He’s here” you whispered frantically to him. He broke away despite wanting to stay and swiftly slid your panties back up. He looked around for a place to hide himself but didn't get a chance to move when a rough voice spoke out. “Who are you talking to?” You wanted to cry. Of course, with your luck, it had cursed you with him arriving 5 minutes earlier than expected. Fuck, you mouthed to König, who surprisingly looked rather calm for the predicament you both were in. You knew you had to say something. This is so embarrassing. “Uhm,” you said nervously, “No one… Just come in”. The door opened and in walked Simon. His familiar tall figure, with the same mask that he wore everywhere, his dark clothing that was just so…him. When you first started working there, you had the smallest crush on Simon. His mysterious energy was so attractive to you. You forgot about it when you started seeing König, but a small piece in the back of your mind hadn't moved on. “Your early,” you plainly stated. He shrugged, “Didn’t think it was that big of a deal, I just need those papers and then I’m going”. Thank God. Sometimes he would strike up a casual conversation with you. It wasn’t much, but in the current situation, with Königs head in between your legs, you were never more grateful. “Right, hang on there somewhere in here” you pointed to all the papers scattered over your desk.

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened next. You hadn’t even bothered to worry about it, figuring that he wouldn’t have the nerve to do anything that could heighten the risk of getting caught.

That’s what you thought until you felt his warm fingertips glide your underwear to the side, his hot breath hovering over your pussy once again. “So what have you been up to?” Simon asked innocently, having no clue what was happening just beneath his vision.

You felt a long lick along your sopping cunt followed by a muffled kiss on your inner thigh. “Ohh, nothing same old same old”. A stream of cool air blew on you with his lips enclosing around your clit, giving it a single harsh suck. You weren’t certain with what he said, but it was something along the lines of Are you okay? You lifted your head up at him, “What?”

“You're shaking” he responded. You felt Königs lips form a smile against you when he heard Simon’s words. He’s sick.

“Yeah, it’s just kinda cold,” you said, relieved when you finally sought out his papers. “Here” you said, scooting forward to place the documents as far away as possible to conceal your semi-bare body. The movement caused your hips to crash right into König’s face, suffocating him with your dripping cunt. Just how he liked it. He couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t. As hard as he tried, he let out the faintest whimper.

“What was that?”

Shit. You looked around, pretending to search for an explanation that could have caused the sound. “Hmm.. uhm.. not sure. It was probably nothing though, anyways I should probably get back to work”. You were practically praying that he would go.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later”, he said, turning to leave, but not before looking back, giving you a hard stare like he could see right through you. You give him a tiny wave, hoping it would put his mind at ease.

Words couldn’t describe the amount of relief you felt when you heard the click of the door closing, leaving you alone with just König now.

You reached down and grabbed at his hair, yanking him away from you, ready to curse him out for causing an embarrassing scene right in front of your lieutenant. “I actually hate you”, you gasped at him, “What were you thinking?”.He gazed up at you, his blue eyes shining with desire and longing, “ I tried, I really did, but you just taste so good”.

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Weird. That was definitely …strange. Simon thought to himself as the door fully shut. He wandered to the side of the wall that had a medium-sized window. The white shades were slightly turned up, allowing him to see just a slit of your office. Curiosity got the best of him and before he knew it, he was bending down a bit, squinting his eyes to get a better view. That’s when he saw the tousled light hair right in between your legs. Your fingers brushing through it bucking your hips right into his mouth. He wanted to walk away, to pretend he never saw anything, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help the intense pressure running down right to his cock, feeling himself get hard at the lewd sight. He lifted his hand to his own lips tracing the tips over them, fantasizing what it would be like if it was him instead of König. He watched as you bit your lip, leaning your head back, squeezing your tits as you rocked back and forth. He reached his hand down right to his crotch and hesitantly started to palm himself through his jeans. The way you looked, like an angel, he pondered, letting out a deep breath at his sinful thoughts about you. Distracted and absorbed in his own arousal his mind didn’t catch on when your eyes started to gradually open. Unfortunately for him, it was right in his direction. Realization washed over him when he saw your piercing eyes widen with horror, making contact with his own. He couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there like a deer caught in headlights. It was too late for him to play it off like he was simply walking down the hallway. He was cornered and in the worst possible situation. Against all odds, he watched in dismay as your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, still staring directly at him, your lips turning up into a smile. Your hips rolling into König's face with more speed and a determined intention…purposely putting on a show… just for him.

“ Oh Fuck”

#könig cod #könig x reader #cod smut #könig modern warfare #könig smut #könig x you #cod mw2 #könig #könig mw2 #simon riley #need them BOTH #mw2 smut #editing this tmr..

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pre11yyy · 6 months ago

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Warnings: non con (if u r not comfortable don't read), mdni, violence themes, heeseung is so fucked up, explicit content, some creepy shit, stalker!heeseung

Thinking about neightbour!heeseung who has been stalking u after his first time seeing u, he just can't help it but wonder what u do, what u like, who u r hanging out with until it became a routine for him

Neightbour!heeseung who'd only greet u and ask about how r u doing as if he doesn't know what u do 24h/7

Neighbour!heeseung who had enough from watching u from afar and now wants more than that, he needs to be in ur space and what's better than ur house? He finds himself sneaking in trying everything he learned to open ur door and when he finally got in, the feeling is overwhelming as he's now able to touch ur things, smell ur scent and feel ur warmth, Heeseung is very quiet as he walks around ur house, he takes his time observing everything, learning new things about u which makes his love, His possession for u even bigger.

Neightbour!Heeseung who had been thinking about sneaking in while u r there, wondering in his head how u'll react if u ever noticed him there, the thought so thrilling for him to not do it, so he does it, opening ur door quietly when he could hear clearly ur tv on, glacing to see u sitting in ur little couch stuffing the crisps in ur mouth without having an idea that he is here with u, With u ohhh how this idea is so tempting to him, but he needs to wait, he can't make a single sound yet

Neighbour!Heeseung who is waiting for the right moment to make u his, he watches ur every move, the way u laugh, the way u speak, the way u touch urself, he is a good boy, a very good boy, waiting patiently for the right moment where ur phone rings, he knows its him, the man that always calls u, the one that takes all ur time and attention, he's not going to allow that to happen anymore, not when he's here and you'll be his, he is sure of it, so he makes his way slowly, standing in front of u, he's here now, and he is ready

Neighbour!heeseung who would play with ur hair while ur sleeping, hiding whenever u feel his touch on u, gasping where u just imagining things? U don't know how much it hurts him, he wants to make his presence clear, he wants u to feel his hands on ur hair and all over ur body, and he does, his hand slowly tracing ur neck down to ur collar bone, making u wake up to the sudden touch, the one that made u flinch, your eyes searching for the source of the touch in this darkness of the room, finding nothing in sight, the fear is taking over u and u can't help it, u need to check the house, so u get up from ur bed, trying to find the source, the feeling of being watched is taking over u, u need to find the source or else, you'll lose ur mind, he knows how scared u r, that's why he is not letting u find him, not yet, so he is staying still, he's not even breathing, he just watches u walk around searching, but no, he's not letting u find him, not before making sure u can't leave this place, the moment u reach the door, he is on u, his hands are around ur neck, his breathe is on ur neck and his voice is on ur ear

Neighbour!heeseung who would let his words sink deep into ur mind, "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream my name and pass out, until you forget about everyone but me", "took me too much to get here", "but m here now"

Neighbour!Heeseung who'd bite your neck hard enough to draw blood, the pain is something so foreign to u, but that's not what ur afraid of, its him, it's his presence, and it's the fact that u don't have any idea of what he's capable of, who is even this person that's wrapping his hands around u?, u find urself freezing not knowing what to do, ur hands shaking as u feel his hands gropping ur body, squirming to pull urself away but no, he's not letting go, instead he squeezes harder, and now ur begging, asking him to stop, his laugh is echoing around the room, the laugh that makes his hold weaker and allows u to turn, facing him, the man you see on the street, the one who is so sweet to u, the one who is a good neighbour, he is here, but his whole aura is different, u can't help it but feel ur body shivers at the creepy smile that's all over his face now after seeing ur surprised face "Baby,m finally here sorry for making u wait"

Neighbour!Heeseung who doesn't waste his time as his hand is already in ur pants, making u gasp at his touch, his finger moving up and down, his other hand grabbing the small knife in his pocket, making his way to the back of ur head, his hands gripping ur hair, his eyes piercing into yours, and his smile is wide, his teeth are showing, as he press the sharp metal on ur throat threatening u to stay still or else he'd cut u, so u did, giving in to whatever his doing to u, the moment u close ur eyes, his smile grows even bigger, his hand moves faster, the knife is getting closer, the pleasure is taking over u, it feels so good, ur moans are escaping, his eyes are locked into your every movement, studying u before his teeth sink into ur skin, the pleasure is overwhelming, u've never been in a similar situation and u can't help it but admit that it's turning u on, it feels too good, so good that u find urself cumming in his hands, your moans are louder, and ur legs are giving up on u, your body falling down but he's there to catch u, holding onto u tight, his eyes never leaving yours as his hands find their way back to ur pants, his fingers tracing the wetness, the touch so electrifying, making ur eyes roll back, ur body twitching in his hold, eyes dripping with tears as u beg him to stop and he only smile at that, his heart beating so fast at ur beautiful sight covered in tears

Neighbour!Heeseung who makes sure u know it's him and him only, that his the only one who can make u feel like this, the only one who can have you, the only one who can touch and taste and see every inch of u, he'll make sure of that, by carving his name into ur skin, the moment his done with the last letter, he's biting ur lips, making sure u'll know how much he loves and needs u, the blood is dripping from the cuts in ur lips, the pain is so sweet, and the pleasure is even sweeter, and then his kissing u, his tongue is tracing the cut, his sucking on it and his enjoying this moment, the moment he can taste u, and have u, and own u, the moment he can feel every inch of u, the moment he can have u in his hands, the moment his eyes are on u, and his touch is on u, his everything is on u and ur his "You're mine and mine only"

Neighbour!Heeseung who would make sure u won't be able to escape, that ur his, and his only, the only one who'd need, the one that will obey his every wish, he'll make sure of that, he'd make sure that ur body can't live without him, that ur addicted to him, so that his name is the only thing in ur mind, he'd make sure of that, the moment he enters ur hole, the feeling of beeing full is overwhelming, his thrusts are fast, and rough, the way his hitting ur spot over and over again, the way he's filling you up, the way his hands are all over you, the way he's gripping your body so tight, the way he's marking you, the way his nails are digging into ur skin, the way his teeth are piercing ur skin, everything was so overwhelming to u, u were sure u r losing it, ur mind so foggy and the only thing that could leave ur mouth were moans, the only word that could come out of ur mouth was his name.

Neightbour!Heeseung who kept fucking u and filling u up the whole night, not caring if u passed out or not, not caring if he was hurting you, the only thing he cared about was his needs and desires, to make sure u'll stay and what's better than for him to make sure u'd carry his kid, the only thing he wanted was you and nothing else.

Neighbour!Heeseung who'd take care of the wounds and bruises that he caused on ur body the next day, his sweetness taking u by surprise making u doubt that he was the one who caused that in the first place, his smile was so sweet, so pure, the same smile that could make his eyes disappear, and the same smile that could melt his heart.

Neighbour!heeseung is who ur stuck with,forever

idk wtf this is but yeah whatever

#kpop #kpop smut #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung enha #heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #heeseung smut

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neteyamslovrr · 2 years ago

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CONGRATS ON 2K‼️ Ur da best and you deserve this and so much more!

Can I request prompt 48 (angst) with our husband Neteyam? Thanksssss and congratulations againnnn❤️❤️

STOOD UP

another one!! i am rolling these guys out. i had sm fun with this one. i love my angst AND the hubby neteyam

You were angry, you were livid. Fuming, steam blowing out of your ears as you huffed, pacing around the spot in the forest where Neteyam promised he would meet you.

He told you that he would be there just as the eclipse occurs, so you could watch it set, then go on an ikran flying date. It was what he said he would do. But what were you expecting, he had been flaking on you for weeks now.

Your paces were heavy, crushing the fallen leaves under your feet as you balled your hands into fists. Imagining hitting Neteyam over the head with them, for standing up to you once again.

Neteyam was flying his ikran as fast as the poor creature could soar. The moment he realised his training had lasted many moments too long he was on his feet, ready to take off. He had done this too many times, he tried so desperately to not get stuck into his training, but his father didn’t let up. Leaving you to sit by yourself, stewing in your rage as you waited for your boyfriend once again.

Landing below he saw your figure staring daggers into him. He in for it this time.

“Please let me explain, baby please.” He was already begging as you shook his desperate grip off you. He could feel the heat of your anger in your skin.

“I am so fucking upset with you right now, I don’t think you understand.” Your voice was harsh and cruel. Ready to scream out a verbal assault for all the fauna to hear.

“No, No I understand, I should have been here.” He was still clinging onto you praying that you were going to hurt his feelings too harshly.

“Do you Neteyam?” Your name was like venom off your tongue, usually you shortened his name affectionately. But no affection was in you today, you were mad.

“Please beautiful-” He was cut off but your annoyed sigh, trying to suppress a hiss that scratched at your throat.

“You understand that you promised me right? You can’t take back what you said. You promised that you wouldn’t stand me up again. And look where we are now.” Neteyam felt the guilt crush his heart, seeing the way you sucked your teeth to stop your sobs. The way your eyes shimmered because of the tears brimming them. He never wanted to make you feel like this.

“I don’t take it back baby. I’ll never do this again. I was caught up in training- a-and Father kept me back please, y’know I want to spend time with you.” He held tightly onto your hands, terrified you would walk away and never return to him.

“You can’t keep lying to me. I- I can’t handle the disappointment anymore.” Disappointment? It shattered him. He’d worked his entire life to never disappoint anyone, only to disappoint the one he cherishes most.

“No, no, no! I’m not lying…I’ll stop training, I’ll miss out on the hunts. Please.” You looked up to him, seeing the way tears flowed down his beautiful face. Placing a hand to his cheek wiping the tears you let out a shaky sigh. “We both know you can’t do that.”

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gamblersdoll · 4 months ago

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hii! i love your works and we share the same name! 🎀

honestly ur writing so good. i wanted to ask for choso, who reader goes a bit to rough on during sex one day so choso takes control and shows reader who’s actually in control ! btw ur works give me so much inspiration when writing LOL

oh god, we do! 🩶 and im glad i can help give inspiration! you can always ask me for some ideas if you have writers block, thats why i just be spit balling. but thank you sugar.

cw: rough reader at first, whimpering choso, rough choso.

for choso at least, your first week of ovulation was pure filth. you became more needy, sloppy, and a bit rough outside of sex.. for the moment.

youd plead with choso “use me as some kind of cocksleeve!” or going on ‘x’ to find ideas and beg him to dress as pyramid head to fuck you in the basement while chained up. to no avail though, choso would just mumble ‘dont say stuff like that.’

until last night, you had take the control for the first time—which would come to bite you in the ass later. or soon, you never knew with choso.

you rode his cock until there was nothing left for him to give, till his balls were empty and shining with your arousal mixed cream. he could feel it going up his own ass, his throat so breathy and hoarse from the moans.

his cheeks were red, one side with a small handprint while his arms were tied to the headboard.

“baby,” he breathes out, tapping your ass in a attempt to have you look at him. you obliged, looking up at him. “whats gotten into you?”

you shrugged, a cock drunk state and eyes lidded. you got to be rough with choso for the first time.

and it would be your last, considering the fact that not only were you hogtied and blindfolded, but you could also tell that choso was a bit pissed you were able to control him like that.

he lands a harsh slap on your ass, a light mix of pain but pleasure shot through your veins. you moan of course, causing choso to slam a finger into you. thank god he had trimmed his nails that day.. or was that why he did them?

“youre fucking nasty, you know?” he mumbles, spitting onto your slit and his red, mean cockhead smears it around to gather some slick. “had me looking like a mess.. that shouldve been you.”

not like you could speak, anyway.. he duct taped your mouth shut. because even after that night, you were still craving for a good fuck.

his hips ease into your velvet walls, hissing at the sudden sensation and urge to just pound away immediately. he takes a second to put his hair up into a man bun, pressing his hands into your back.

he forces an arch out of you, hearing your back pop from the force and he chuckles. “you might just get what you want..” he groans, his cock twitching inside of you. it kisses your cervix, making your toes curl and strain.

he remembers how his treatment was yesterday, he might as well repay the favor.

he pulls you by your hair and pulls your back to his chest, biting down on your shoulder until youre whining. he grunts a response, thrusting into your walls so agonizingly slow.

“yeah? you feel remorse for what you did to me?” he says in a soft growl, giving a few slight slaps to your face and then a harsher one to a breast. “bet you fucking do— oh, am i hitting that good spot?” he asks, seeing you thrash and writhe so suddenly.

“cum for me, just like how you did with me last night.” he orders, pressing a finger vibe on your clit and you silently scream, clenching around his length until he was white with your cum.

“if youre going to be rough with me, make sure youre not going to be so vulnerable the next few days.” he suggests, throwing you back down.

he rips the blindfold off of your eyes, slamming himself back into you in a mating press. you do cry, only a bit, fat tears dribbling down while he forces the eye contact, the eye contact as he slow but surely fucks himself into your walls.

hes the one to break it, surprisingly. rolling his eyes and head on his shoulders. “f—fuuck im going to fuckin cum!” he growls again, drawing out the ‘fs’. he grabs your hips, thumbs digging into the gap of the bones in your groin and pulls you up and down on him.

you can feel it, how hot his cum runs in his balls and it drives you mad. your throat emits a whimper, your already abused clit throbbing from the bumps of his pubes.

“cmon’.” he starts up, pulling the duct tape off your mouth. “stay here, ill get the bath running.”

#dvorahasks #dvorahsbabies #choso x black!reader #kamo choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut #kamo choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #choso my beloved

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kaisworlds · 2 years ago

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so I found this video there is moaning so turn ur volume down...or up i dont judge

so I'm just gonna name characters i think fit the standard of the words on the screen

if the name is in red it means they stop acting like a brat if it is in blue it means they stop being quiet and just let all the sounds come out of their pretty mouths:) firstly though should i do more of these with my song lyrics if so you guys can send me the lyrics

moving on

One Piece

roronoa zoro

cw: nipple playing, zoro being cute

I feel like due to his pride he will refuse to make sounds until you start abusing his prostate while playing with his nipples. He will start to let out the smallest whines at the start but the volume increases as he nears his orgasm. Zoro is definitely super embarrassed about it when you two finish up avoiding eye contact

Hawkeye Mihawk

cw: reader is kinda hung, mihawk is a little bitch as usual

This guy....his ego is so high it'll take you a while to even convince him to bottom he tries to act like what you're doing is not affecting him and brushing it off with things such as "t-that's all you got?" "you begged me f-for how long to do this and this is what you have to present to me" saying your dick is small when its clearly not. He hides the urge to beg you for more when you stop saying something like you're getting annoyed by him. He acts quickly wrapping his legs around your waist before even realizing what he did he narrows his eyes coming up with an excuse "i-i didn't finish yet" you raise your eyebrows before chuckling, grabbing the under part of his thighs pushing it towards his chest making him hold his legs. You start pounding into him, moans slipping out from his mouth as he rolls his head back into the pillow his eyes screwed shut finally shutting the fuck up, the only words leaving his mouth are "please...more..." so cock drunk he doesnt even hear himself.

that was a lot longer than I planned

Trafalgar Law

poor baby is so touch starved he has to stop himself from moaning just from you gripping his thigh , he refuses to moan though because he thinks you won't like hearing it and because he finds it embarrassing how easy it is for you to turn him on when you guys fuck for the first time he is really quiet muffling his moans with the his hand until you stop to ask what's wrong and if he feels good he quickly nods blushing as he avoids eye contact quietly mumbling out why he doesnt make sounds you lean down to his ear whispering "i want to hear you princess i love the sounds you make" that alone makes his hole clench around you as he nods pushing your face away not wanting to embarass himself further as you continue he slowly lets out pants and groans until you start sucking and biting his nipples in which he lets out a girlish scream pulling you head closer to his chest.

y'all want more characters too this?

pt.2?

#top male reader #dom male reader #amab reader #zoro x male reader #law x male reader #mihawk x male reader #bottom zoro #bottom law #kai's drabbles 👽

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snzunii · 2 years ago

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PROBLEM CHILD.

you were a problem child right from the start; lacks self-control and difficult to handle. now, what would your father do when you go running around fucking his most hated enemy?

+ pairings. ran haitani x f!reader.

+ tags. explicit sexual content, overstimulation, rough office sex, unprotected sex, creampie, EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY !!

+ word count. 0.8k

+ note. hi, this is honestly the first in a long time that i've written a smut. . . so please be good to me idk what i'm doin anymore. and keep ur eyes closed on any errors if there is any, i'm to worn out to proofread 😭

i'm tagging my babe @fsuna, ily <3

“Say it.”

“Fuck you.” you whispered in his ears, your arms hanging low on his shoulders as your fingernails dug into his back. “I-I won’t.”

Ran chuckled that soon turned into grunting, his other hand gripping the desk tightly while the other was clasping your hair a little too hard—which pisses you off a little bit because you took a long time fixing your hair, but that doesn’t matter now does it?

All that matters was his cock pounding your pussy senseless, you looked down and you could see how his length moved in and out of you. Every thrust has your body shaking, making your pussy so much wetter than it already is and to add to that, you could feel his cock twitching a bit as he rams deep enough to hit the spot that makes you lose your mind, deep enough to fill your aching creamy cunt.

You’re turning Ran on more and more because how could you be so cocky while you’re above the desk spreading your legs for him—tits bouncing freely as he unsymphatetically fuck you into madness. “Come on, pretty. Say it. Say I fuck you so good. Say I’m the only one who could make you cum.”

“N-no—Mhmm, ah fuck you! Fuck fuck!” you were trying so hard to prevent yourself from screaming because what would Ran’s employees say if they hear their boss is fucking someone’s brains out in his office?

That would be very unprofessional—that would be very wrong considering he is your father’s competitor, what else would they say? But you couldn’t care any less, when did you ever gave a fuck? You always got what you wanted and did everything you wanted to without facing the consequences of your actions.

The more that you stand on your ground, the more that Ran fucks you harder—the desk was wobbling and you were pretty sure that you could hear it crack. “R-ran! S-slow down, ‘m cumming!”

He was out of control—balls deep in your cunt, desperately hitting all the right spots to make you falter under him. You wanted to be in control so badly, but that was hard when he was towering over you—showing you that you should surrender yourself to him. And you were afraid of doing that, you couldn’t let that happen because doing that would mean you lost your mind completely. But haven’t you lost your mind already the moment you fucked him and bounced on his dick countless times?

He was ruthless, it was like he wanted you to beg him for mercy and make you hold on to what was left of your sanity. Oh god, it feels good to be stretched out by his big cock, being overstimulated gives you the chance to feel every bit of his cock inside you—rubbing against your walls, getting you overwhelmed because of how big and fat his dick is. You were moaning his name so loud, but constantly reminding yourself that you’re not the only people on this floor and the thing that was just dividing you and Ran from the other people would be the walls and the door.

But that was the least of your worries. That wasn’t any of your worries.

“F-fuck you, I’m cumming already—you shit, ah!” Ran let out a raspy laugh, pounding into your cunt harder and harder every second. You know what would make him cum in an instant but you were holding it back—because honestly, you want this to drag on longer. You want him to fuck you into oblivion, fuck you until he filled your pretty weared out pussy to the brim with his cum.

But you couldn’t hold on any longer—your lips were pretty swollen from biting your it too hard, you could feel your cum dripping out and Ran just couldn’t stop. He couldn’t get enough of your pussy taking his cock so well. Every expression on your pretty face makes him go feral, so animalistic that he could make you limp just from fucking you this hard.

“Fuck! Fuck, R-ran! You fuck me so g-good!” you cried out, and instantly you felt Ran’s grip on your hair go a little hard, his body tensed out as you felt his thick cum oozing out of the tip of his cock into your pussy. His throat dragged on long moans as he unloaded on your cunt. It was that easy, how you made him cum just by saying that he fucked you so good, that he’s the only one that could do that.

You both panted, Ran leaning his forehead on yours until a smirk bore onto your face. “You’re wrong.”

“Hm?”

You held on to his nape, pulling his face close to yours—licking and biting his lower lip. “I should be the one asking you to say that I’m the only one who could make you cum like that, Haitani.”

#ran haitani #bonten ran #ran x reader #ran smut #ran x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader

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reddsame · 2 years ago

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A sudden burst of inspiration from seeing fan-arts of Zoro's EH costume (english is not my first language)

TW; short af, reader (and me) simping over Zoro, pet names (slut, good boy, pretty, baby), masturbation (m reciving), anal play and sub!zoro/dom-gn!reader

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He doesn't even know how or when he ended up in that position, in all fours and red, covering his mouth to silence his moans and whimpers, as you play ur tongue in his hole.

Not long ago your dear boyfriend, the famous "pirate hunter" Roronoa Zoro had gotten that suit that according to you, was too provocative, you had already let him know on other occasions everything you wanted to do, unlike him, you were vocal, VERY VOCAL, and the poor soul could only growl and turn red every time you said detail by detail how you wanted to rip off part of his suit and expose his "privates" to ride that pretty big dick of his, blow him off, how u wanna suck his big and beautiful tits through the fabric, he thinking that you're joking as if he didn't know you, you whore have no same, and the poor boy is on the verge of tears, biting his hand in pleasure so as not to give you the satisfaction of hearing him moan at your actions. "Take It off" u say, referring to his hand, u are on your knees behind him while your tongue is buried deep inside his soaked and tight hole, he can't take it ofc he can, your tongue twisting insime him, his overstimulated and dripping cock screaming to be touched.

“Look at you, tight hole around my tongue, with your bare ass exposed, u are enjoying it you slut~"

“S-shut--Ah! U-uphmmgg!!~“ He growls, while his mouth and voice temble at your touch. Since you were being quite benevolent to him today and he was…behaving strangely well, you decided to give him what he wanted by starting to fistfucking his neddy cock, Zoro bit his lower lip, while the tips of his ears began to turn a beautiful crimson red, starting to let out little whimpers...you knew what he wanted. “Demand with your words baby~” you say, making him groan in discomfort. “P-pleaSESHIT~, m-make me..ah cum, pleasepleaseplease~” ...finally. “There u go, such a good boy for me, so pretty~”

Now, you keep stimulating his balls, sucking and kissing all that your mouth could reach, gently introducing two of your fingers into his entrance, you increase up the speed, watching as each time your needy boyfriend moaned and begged for more, until he reached his climax, letting everything out in your hand. Exhausted and with his heart pounding fast, you leaned in to kiss him, while he corresponds in a sloppy kiss.

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headchefshcs · 10 months ago

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can you maybe make something abt rock zombie branch?

PopS1ut // Rock Zombie Branch x Pop!GN!Reader

Barb decides to have some extra fun, turning to the new Rock Branch and makes him fuck you in front of everyone.

NSFW undercut Minors DNI, They/Them pronouns used

You were standing right at the front of the stage when Barb says this, and Branch takes no time grabbing you with his hair and holds you up while he’s fucking you. Your dick/pussy can be seen as well as he fucks you. “Make daddy proud, popslut” he sneers as he’s holding you up with his hair.

He has one of his hands either in your mouth or on ur chest, playing and abusing it. When he cums/makes you cum he makes sure everyone can see it. He then places his free hand, gathering the fluids and putting it to your mouth. “suck them clean slut”, in which you oblige, seeing as you can’t do anything else. You feel absolutely humiliated having your friends see you being used, but at the same time deep down you enjoyed it.

You don’t turn into a rock zombie Barb lets you stay a pop troll just just as a personal pet for Zombie Branch. It doesn’t take long for you to gladly become his lil fuck poptoy, always have your head on his thighs. You’re always full, either a toy or his cum and looking brain dead all nice and cute with your collar. He only refers to you as “pet” or “popslut”, while he has you call him master/daddy/sir. “What’s my real name again… well master calls me popslut and he’s always right…”

He slut shames you all the time, though you’re not paying attention, too busy sucking him off to hear anything he’s saying. He makes you get a tramp stamp saying “Popslut” or “Branches Popslut” he also make you get a piercing on you pussy/dick. He has you wear either black collar with spikes or a nice pink one that goes with your pop look, to humiliate you even more. You’re nothing more than a popslut . On your collar it just says “Return to Branch” or “Branch’s cock sleeve”

He loves to humiliate you but at the same time wants everyone to know who you belong to. He’ll often makes you sit on his dick in public or have you suck on his dick while he’s relaxing on a couch. While other times he lets people use you, saying “come fuck the only popslut left”. After letting numerous Rock Trolls go through you he’ll fucks you senseless, all while shaming you saying “yeah that’s right. There’s only one dick that can turn you into this much of a little whore and make you feel this good”

When you’ve been bad such as going around sucking and fucking others without Branches permission he has a few ways of punishing you. You’ll try to beg for him to forgive you but nooo if you don’t wanna be his pop slut you can be someone else’s.

He’ll have have you so close but he just stops like “ah ah ah.. not until I hear you fucking scream and beg”. In which he has you sobbing and begging for him. Or he makes watch him fuck someone else, all while telling you to not touch yourself. "see this is what GOOD sluts who know their place and know how to behave get treated" “run around and get as much dick as you like but your not gonna get one that’s as good as mine”

After that you don’t go to anyone else if your given the chance. Branch just smirks like “yeah that’s fucking right. You know who you belong to.”. After which he’ll treat you with a “reward” and eat you out, all while making you moan out “thank you master/daddy/sir” “There’s only one dick that can turn you into this much of a little whore”

#trolls x reader

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nonuggetshere · 2 years ago

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PLS elaborate on ur hollow gets found out scenarios I beg

RUBS MY HANDS TOGETHER LIKE A FLY

HERE'S A FEW

The most developed one (and one that even has its own variants) involves their first training session. They've been practising moves for a while and it was finally time to check their combat skills in a battle. Of course, they're like...7, so the knights go easy on them. Still, the hits hurt, and after 2 or 3 more they just burst into tears and can't stop crying even when the knights drop everything and try to comfort them. Pale King was watching them and is absolutely horrified, but pushes his impending emotional crisis away to go comfort his kid. Dryya is also the one that hit them and she's also absolutely horrified and feels guilty.

In another version, that's a variant of FaaF because of course it is, Pale King sort of breaks down one day early on because fuck he loves that kid so much and he wasn't supposed to love them, and they look so much like him and his beloved wife and it just crushes him. He's suddenly regretting all of it, regretting not keeping at least one egg. And when they're alone and he looks at them he finally just breaks down and falls to his knees. And then after a while of crying and apologising, he feels two little hands pet his head.

In a similar vibe to that one, there's one where Pale King and White Lady visibly mourn the child they think is dead, and after realising it PV decides to reveal themself. They end up getting named Joy in that one.

There's one that involves Pale King using weird mind powers on them. Basically, he links their minds together briefly to make sure they're hollow, expecting complete emptiness as he was so sure of his plan working out, only to be met with a very tiny very scared child instead.

There's a version where they just do not vibe with being taken away from their siblings and go back to the Abyss's door and scratch at it and cry, and Pale King finds them there like that.

There's one where they're having a bad dream or dreaming about having a normal life and loving parents (ouch) and they wake up crying. It's early in the day so one of the knights goes to wake them up and get them to the training grounds, but instead they find them crying in their bed.

There's one where Radiance realises they're not hollow very early on and decides to infect them. She can't do anything with a little kid, she just decided to be a spiteful bitch and hit Pale King where it hurts. She pushed her luck though because he's had enough and he's going to show her what a pissed-off wyrm is capable of. They recover, thankfully, but holy shit what a horrible way to find out.

SPEAKING OF HORRIBLE WAYS TO FIND OUT

The last idea is quite dark, so I'm gonna out it under a readmore

TW: physical abuse and child abuse, if you're sensitive to these topics please just skip that last one

The last one involves a staff member who decided to use PV as a punching bag to deal with their stress and problems because they weren't alive so it wasn't wrong, right? But they don't stop either when the poor kid starts crying and makes it clear that they are alive and hurt by this.

Thankfully, Pale King hears a kid crying and goes to check it out and walks in on this. And he damn near murders that fucker right there and then. The only reason he stops himself and calls the guards instead was because he didn't want his kid to see that, but he did scream his head off at the scumbag and gave them quite a bit of scratches after he threw himself between them and PV.

He coaxes PV from under the bed where they hid and gently pulls them onto his lap. They're still sobbing and sniffling and he tries to get them to show him where it hurts all the while speaking softly to them and rocking them in his lap. They pat their tummy and squeal quietly when he puts his hand on it, but calm down as he heals them. He then just holds them on his lap and comforts them for a long time, all the while rubbing their belly to try and soothe it.

#asks #I kinda went off on the last one but it makes me very emotional and I love me a parent who goes feral to protect their child #I could go on into more detail on the rest but I don't wanna make it TOO long so!!#If any of y'all wanna hear more about a specific version just send me an ask #Also there are variations where they're found out in early teens and late teens too #PV getting found out in general is my favourite flavour of AU tbh #I also tend to go off into little minifics/drabbles in my friend's dms so there's a 50/50 chance I might drop a drabble on u if you do #follow up on some of these ideas

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saetoru · 2 years ago

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alhaitham is a pussy eating king he eats it just to shut u the fuck up bc he’s sick of hearing u talk as if u know better. might as well put ur voice to good use

#⚠︎︎ tw: tee is talking!#only time he wants to hear it is if ur screaming his name or begging #not so much of a know it all now are u #this is just me talking about me and alhaitham sorry #he’s on my mind 24/7 i hate this guy #but i wanna be the apple of his eye so bad #enemies to lovers 🫶🏽#he hates my guts i hate his #we kiss so passionately #yup #that’s how it goes down

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hwasong · 2 years ago

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[ᴀᴛᴢ] | 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: what nicknames ateez would call you!

⤷ a/n: gn reader! not proof read

⟢ ᴋɪᴍ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

if he’s feeling sentimental, definitely ‘my love’ (his mum calls him my love so I feel like he’d pick it up from her)

probably goes with a shorter love on a daily basis, comes to him as a second nature

“hi, love”

“need anything, love?”

i also think that if he’s in the mood, a more suitable ‘babe’ is his choice

short and sweet, the way he prefers nicknames cause he’d definitely gag if you called him ‘my sweet lil cakey bear’ or some goofy ass shit he’d literally break up with you

he doesn’t even like the sound of kissing, don’t expect him to like overly couple-y things lol

⟢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

charming seonghwa goes with darling!!!!

and he knows - which is why he uses it

“I’ve missed you, darling”

maybe seonghwa feeds into the cliché’s and likes being that type of boyfriend but acting like prince charming makes him happy so he continues doing it

often sprinkles in a ‘love’ or ‘my love’ to since they’re also cute lil nicknames

if possible, he’d affectionally call you [y/n]-ie if your name works that way

honestly i think seonghwa would also call you by your name a lot, but just because he loves saying it

he’s really romantic that way, and thinks by saying your name it reinforces your relationship with each other

like he’s your boyfriend, he gets to call you by your name everyday. you’re his.

hwa’s just a cutiepie

but during sex definitely calls you honey and his deep voice saying it… goodbye

⟢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

yunho… he gives me vibes that he’d wanna call you either the cutest nicknames or the sickly cute nickname

either honey or cupcake (ew)

no inbetween so you’re fighting for your life either way

no but yunho has proven to be a gentleman (refusing to do yaja time with jessi!!) so i think he likes the basic jagi

if he’s particularly happy maybe he’ll sprinkle in a ‘sunshine’

maybe even pup… but it’s not that often

⟢ ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏsᴀɴɢ

kang yeosang is big on honey!!!

i’m saying it now

it’s HIS nickname i just know it

his deep voice saying honey to you… s creaming

imagine waking up and his deep morning voice saying “g’morning honey” BYEEE

doesn’t call you it in front of others it makes him feel icky and he’ll get teased

but he’ll gently whisper it to you when he’s with the teezers and somehow it makes you feel even more special because it’s only for you and him to hear

it’s just for you and him

i cant really imagine yeosang liking anything else

maybe a babe here and there (sex) but i just know he goes for honey

not big on pda, so calling for you by your nickname is a big no-go for yeosang

but if you’re out together and he wants your attention he’ll tug at your interlaced pinkies and sort of murmur a “honey, come look”

i’m melting 😭😭 down so bad

⟢ ᴄʜᴏɪ sᴀɴ

invented the word babe

choi san is 100% a babe man

babe this, babe that

honestly the others have begged him to just call you [y/n] cuz they have not heard your name come out of his mouth unless they’re asking him who he’s meeting up with

hongjoong almost gags when san says it cuz he just sounds like a frat boy 💀

if sans feeling particularly romantic maybe he’ll call you honey too, but more do goes for babe

FEMALE PRNS: refers to you as “my girl” and honestly it makes your heart flutter everytime

FEMALE PRNS: one time san bumped into an old friend and they asked you who you are and befofe you could answer san put his arm around your waist and said “my girl”

i’m down so bad

⟢ ᴊᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

“BABYYYYYYYY!!”

any nickname, just imagine it being screamed

big fan of [y/n]-ie — if it works, of course

wooyoung is a fan of the most disgusting nicknames too because he knows it means ur gonna wanna die on the spot

“MY SWEETIE PIE!!” proceeds to hug (choke hold) you in front of the others

he absolutely calls you anything that embarrassed you in public, but in private he just likes to calm you baby

we all know woo is a sweetie but he absolutely adores you and would go to the end of the earth for you

god wooyoung is so unpredictable but i just know when he’s feeling all soft and cuddly first thing in the morning and at night he’ll just latch himself to you

“baby, i’m so tired”

WOOYOUNG

⟢ sᴏɴɢ ᴍɪɴɢɪ

with mingi, i’m not so sure

maybe babe, maybe honey i’m honestly not definite

i know that jagi means honey and stuff and obviously he’d call you that but i’m still stuck on him

i feel it depends? when he’s feeling shyer he’ll probably avoid nicknames or if he does he’ll say it quietly while blushing

imagine being in a public place and big toughie song mingi who towers at 6 feet tall reaching down just to whisper to you “do you wanna go home, honey?”

mingi is just so flustered all the time god he’s such a dork

he just loves you so much and doesn’t know how to express it without seeming like a jittery high school boy

⟢ ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

BEAR

ur contact is bear

i do not care i am right

also honey!!

sweet baby jongho kinda loves those mushy nicknames (he won’t ever admit it)

jongho just gives off those sweet vibes, he’s such a gentleman and will give you the world if it makes you happy

jongho will refuse to call you those nicknames in front of his members, of course

because although he has the strength to take all of them on, his mental well-being could not stand the teasing💀

jong is so soft omfg every time he sees you he melts

romantic jongho!

just imagine, picture this with me guys

jongho giving you the stereotypical flowers and chocolates but there’s a card hidden in the flowers

“for you, my bear”

short and simple

and i’m sobbing

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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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HELLO can i ask for a drabble wherein reader was huffing and puffing mad coz gamer!hyuck was taking too long playing with his friends (jeno, jaemin and mark) and she was VERY need that time so she fingered herself in annoyance while watching porn and then gamer!hyuck caught her and then being naughty that she is, receives a punishment where hyuck tied her dominant hand down and then he says play with urself in front of my friends. show them how nasty u r then u struggle w/ ur left hand (pt.1)

+ (cont from the gamer!hyuck anon) and then you all look at them for some sort of relief when you cant take it anymore bcs your left hand cant make u cum and the boys enjoy it so much. then all of them are at the couch and ure seated on a single couch in front of them. hyuck will ask them “what shall we do with her” markmin will say dont let her cum and will enjoy her tears streaming down her face and the ruthless jeno will say [redacted] -end.

— game over

— gamer!haechan x reader + mark, jeno and jaemin

— w!: exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk/teasing, dacryphilia

— a/n: you say gamer!haechan and my brain goes BRRR. dw, you'll find out what jeno says at the end of this ;)

You don’t mind when Mark, Jeno, and Jaemin come over. Just like you don’t mind when they play games with your boyfriend Haechan.

But you do mind when they keep going on, playing a game you don’t even care about knowing the name.

“How much does this game last?” You ask, huffing loudly, rolling your eyes when your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Hyuck, for how long will this torture go on?”

He turns around, briefly looking at you. “We just started another round. Go to our room if you’re bored, I’ll be there in an hour.”

Your eyes widen.

One fucking hour more?

You’re about to complain but then another idea crosses your mind. You get up, reaching the couch in front of the one where you and Haechan are sitting to grab a blanket, trying to not disturb the other three before walking back to your seat.

Haechan doesn’t notice immediately, of course, he doesn’t, his eyes are too focused on the screen of his Nintendo Switch to think about you. But then his eyes drift on you.

“You’re wearing shorts and you put a blanket on?”

“Worry about your games and not me,” you cut him off, picking up your phone and your earphones. “Just want to watch some TikTok videos without hearing your screams.”

Lie.

You surely aren’t going to watch Tiktoks.

Your thumb doesn’t slide on the dancing app, or whatever it had become, but hit the blue icon with the white bird.

You bite your lips when you start playing one of your bookmarked videos. You shift on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position while you mentally crY because you wished you were getting fucked like that. But it was useless to cry since your boyfriend found a stupid game more interesting than you, and the only thing you could do is help yourself with your fingers.

Ovulation week driving you insane, so horny that you lost count of how often you were begging to chase release. Always humping against Haechan like a fucking dog in heat, no matter how embarrassing it was.

And you’re not really proud of yourself when your right hand creeps down, under the blanket covering your lower half, rubbing your hard clit through the panties after slipping past the rubber band of your pants. But you and Haechan had kind of started something before those three buzzkills ruined everything — you care about them a lot when they don’t come between your fuck sessions with Donghyuck.

Your eyes drift from the phone for a second, the short video almost coming to an end, and fall on Haechan’s fingers. Your lips part seeing how quick he is with them, groaning lowly because you deserved to have them move like that inside you.

“You okay?” Jeno asks from the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, just saw a stupid take on a video,” you play it off. Not that you have to try hard to convince them because in a second their attention is not on you anymore. You’re convinced you could strip naked and finger yourself in the middle of the room and they wouldn’t notice.

But you don’t, of course, you don’t, the only thing you do is curse yourself for wearing shorts that are getting in your way before you try to push to the side the fabric that is getting between you and your aching wet pussy.

You bite your lower lip harder when you slowly push a finger in, eyes fixed on the video playing on your phone, imitating the rubs on your clit and the pumps inside you, but one finger is soon not enough, so you slip another one inside.

Your brain blanks out, too focused on the videos playing, the moans, whimpers and lewd sounds filling your ears turning you on even more, and on the way your fingers are making you feel, reaching deep, and curling inside, making your toes curl.

You forget to keep a straight face and you don’t even think that they might not hear the sounds coming from your phone but the ones coming from your sopping wet pussy can surely be heard.

You gasp loudly when Haechan rips the blanket off your body, leaving you stuck in your movement, your phone falling on your lap, one earphone falling out of your ear, and your hand stuffed in your pants.

“Really?” He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t really decipher, his typical mischievous grin is on his face, but his eyebrows are raised, and you know from the look in his eyes he’s mocking you.

“You left me hanging…” you reply, shyly meeting his gaze, not turning around to see the other three, but you can feel their eyes dig deep into you and you don’t even want to know what they’re thinking about. “I’ll just go to our room.”

The laugh that rolls out of your boyfriend’s lips stops you in place.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says firmly. “You had no problems fucking yourself right in front of all of us and you will keep fucking yourself.”

You gulp, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you move to grab the blanket again, but Haechan stops you another time, clicking his tongue and throwing the soft fabric to Jaemin on the other side.

“Strip.” That’s the only command he gives you, getting up with you but leaving you alone…

“Where are you going?” You ask but once again he ignores you and you stomp your feet, sighing loudly.

“You better listen to him,” Mark says, reminding you that you weren’t alone. You turn, facing them, your eyes immediately falling between their legs, a shy outline of their boner already visible. You want to comment, tease them even, as if you have any type of control in that situation, but Haechan’s groan makes you snap out of it.

“I ordered you to strip, what are you waiting for? Do I have to rip your clothes off?”

You shake your head — even if you wouldn’t have minded if he did — and your hands swiftly pull down your shorts and panties, leaving on the shirt you’re wearing.

Haechan is tempted to remark again that he told you to strip and not to stay half-naked but, as much as he loves your boobs, there’s something incredibly hot in fucking you or seeing yourself fuck yourself, still partially dressed.

So he walks over to you when you sit on the couch again, legs closed and feet tapping on the floor as you wait for the next move. Is he going to fuck you in front of them? Is he going to kick them out and fuck you all night? Other ideas cross your mind but nothing prepares you for what he does.

“What are you –” the question dies in your mouth as he shushes you with a single glare, pulling your hand in his, wrapping your wrist around a scarf before tying it on the small table next to the couch.

“Touch yourself,” Haechan orders with a smirk on his face, a smirk you don’t truly get, just like you don’t get the way he tied your hand, that until your right hand moves to reach between your legs and the table shakes, the expensive vase your mother gifted you almost falling.

“Careful, baby,” he whispers. “With your left hand. If you pull, the vase you love so much will break.”

Your eyes widen. “I can’t come with my left hand, you know it’s not the same.”

You glare at the three-man in front of you when they laugh at what you said.

“Damn, you’re not even worried about having to touch yourself in front of us but you’re worried about not being able to come?” Jeno snickers and your mouth falls open but no response comes out of you.

“She is a nasty one,” Mark comments, talking to Haechan.

“I told you.”

“You told them?” You ask in surprise, but your boyfriend only rolls his eyes.

“Nothing too specific, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He sits next to you, raising a brow to urge you to do what he requested you. “Spread your legs and show them how nasty you are.”

And you obey. You needed an orgasm, and as hard as this was going to be, maybe you could’ve done a miracle with your left hand.

But no miracle comes to your aid. You can’t. You just can’t. It doesn’t feel the same and the mocking chuckles and comments coming from all of them are not helping either.

“What, baby? Can’t come? Bet you were so fucking close before. Touching yourself in front of my friends, fingering your needy dirty hole until it left a wet patch on your clothes.”

You don’t answer, too mad to even give him the reaction that he wants, but you are giving him what he wants, what they want.

Eyebrows knit together in concentration, fingers working desperately trying to give you the amount of pleasure you want, and low huffs and whimpers escaping your lips, a mix between enjoyment and annoyance.

Just when a belt hits the ground your eyes lift up, seeing that their pants are sitting at their feet and their hands are palming their boners.

You shouldn’t find it hot, but you do.

You try to get off to that, to them looking at you so intensely and to your boyfriend. You can see from your peripherical view that his cock is out, hard and throbbing, and his hands are pumping it. But you wish that was your hand, or to be honest, you wish it was inside of you, so you don’t look, suffering already enough at the memory of how good he feels and how well he fucks you.

That frustrates you even more, and as you edge yourself over and over without being able to come, tears start streaming down your face, slowly painting your cheeks with black stains of your mascara.

“Shit.” You hear Mark say, turned on at seeing how your light make-up was ruining your pretty face and how you couldn’t hold the moans anymore, a weirdly exciting mix between huffs, cries and whimpers of pleasure. “You’re so hot.”

His comments make your eyes open and your brain tries to come up with something that could bring you over the edge even if you’re left without your right hand and Hyuck’s cock.

You don’t feel the same for his friends, right? They are hot but you have no idea what they feel like, you can’t get so mad because you can’t have them. So you let your eyes wander on them. You just know that they’re fighting against themselves to don’t take their dicks out and do what Donghyuck is doing. But even if they don’t, their hands rub against their underwear, trying to find some pleasure too.

And if they are so turned on by this, if they crave more just like you do, they will surely help you, right?

But what they say catches you by surprise.

“Fuck, you’re so funny like this,” Jaemin chuckles. “You’re fuming in anger and yet you want to come so badly.”

You nod, not caring that it’s clear as the sky that he’s mocking you. He’s the nicest of them, you know it, maybe he will make Haechan give in.

And finally, your boyfriend talks, “what should we do with her?”

You turn to look at him with a snap of your neck, so fast that you almost hurt yourself and make the small table at your side tremble anyway.

Why was he letting them decide? Since when he let other people have control over you?

They all snicker at your reaction to his unexpected questions, and even if they are clearly amused, you see that they are just as surprised as you. So you plead, fingers stilling inside you while you pull your sweetest, biggest doe eyes you could ever make, more tears striking down your face, and even if you couldn’t control those salty drops, you hope his best friends would’ve pitied you in that state. But somehow that makes you get the exact opposite of what you want.

“Don’t make her come.” Jaemin and Mark comment at the same time, giggling at their coordination and then at your face.

You want to get mad but you don’t.

You have one last hope.

Jeno.

“So, what do you say?” Haechan asks. You’re not looking at him but you hear the smirk in his voice.

Your eyes lock in Jeno’s, a never seen before flame burning behind them as the smile on his face turns into a smirk.

An evil smirk you don’t like because it doesn’t promise anything good.

He looks ruthless but he sounds even more ruthless when he finally opens his mouth to answer Donghyuck.

“Make our cocks fit in her before she fucking cums.”

#anon answered #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #mark smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #haechan scenarios

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