im ollie, 20, this is a side blog for @anotherfcknhasansimp which is slowly becoming a one piece account
MDNI, I WILL BLOW YOU UP WITH MY MIND
CHARLIE SLIMECICLE
JSCHLATT
TED NIVISON
CHUCK BARTOWSKI (chuck)
JOHN CASEY (chuck)
MORGAN GRIMES (chuck)
SHAWN SPENCER (psych)
what i will write:
most stuff (piss, gore, incest/fauxcest/stepcest, age gap (legal), etc. if it's not on my wnw ill probably write it if you want)
will not write:
vomit, raceplay, extreme impact play, scat/farting, parent/offspring incest, uhhhh I dunno, im pretty chill but I do reserve my right to reject a request
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request, submit, do whatever <3 i get off to attention
two weeks ago, i got broken up with. so after wallowing in my feelings for a bit, i feel like i can come back and use the experience for a fic. please enjoy if you are of legal age.
warnings: fem presenting reader who uses she/her pronouns, talk of a breakup, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, drunken sex
breakups are weird. you spend however long devoting yourself to a person and then one day that just stops. all of the talks, experiences, inside jokes? all gone. all for seemingly nothing. all because your heart fell harder than his.
it had been 6 months. not long by usual standards but long enough for your heart to feel safe around him. to skip a beat when you saw his name pop up on your phone next to those silly little emojis that you put there when you saved his contact. to wonder if this was actually the person you were going to build a future with. parts of his last message still ring in your head: “i care for you like a close friend, but i don’t love you” wrapped up in praises. saying that you deserved someone who was going to love you unapologetically.
“he’s a fucking loser,” schlatt’s voice comes through the phone as a fresh coat of tears soaks into your pillow. “just dropped that bomb and then disappeared? didn’t even try to fight for you?”
your head shakes as you sob quietly. you’d called schlatt after your ex had texted you, unsure of what to do. and of course, in true schlatt fashion, he tries to make you laugh. the two of you had known each other since the previous spring, having been introduced by your best friend.
“at least tell me his dick was small.” schlatt says. “was it an innie?”
that gets a laugh out of you. a soft, wet laugh that makes the pain in your chest ease ever so slightly. your face is still in the pillow, but the ache is lessening. after a beat, schlatt speaks again.
“i’m really sorry, doll,” he says gently. “you deserve so much better. he’s just a pussy who got scared when someone genuine came into his life. don’t let him ruin your peace just because he ran from something real.”
that makes you look up at your phone. schlatt’s eyes soften when you look at him, and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.” he says sweetly.
“it was average.” you say softly, voice gravely from sobbing so hard. “it wasn’t amazing but it also wasn’t bad.”
schlatt laughs at that. you don’t mention the fact that he never made you cum, or the fact that you still think about the way he manhandled you (with consent, obviously). you also don’t mention the way he made you whimper. none of that matters now, since he wasn’t ever going to do it again.
“what did i do wrong?” you ask softly. “why does everyone leave?”
schlatt’s heart breaks for you. you look so broken. but even in this state, he thinks that you’re beautiful. he doesn’t know much in regards to your relationship, but one thing that he does know is that he wants to beat this guy to a pulp for making you cry.
“you didn’t do anything wrong, toots,” he says gently. “you did everything right. sometimes people just aren’t ready to be loved.”
***
a week later, you’re over at schlatt’s house with your friend and a few other people. your friend had driven you to schlatt’s for a small get together, but it was mainly to get you out of the house. you’d been throwing yourself into work so you didn’t have to think about anything, but you figure one weekend couldn’t hurt. you hadn’t heard from your ex in a week, so you figure that everything is settled.
drinks flow and you find a spot on the couch when everyone decides to play smash. schlatt sits next to you, offering you a controller. you shake your head, sipping your drink.
“i’d rather watch,” you admit. “i’m not great at smash.”
“watch the master at work,” schlatt says with a wink. “i’ll show you everything you need to know.”
you roll your eyes. you’ve played occasionally, enough to know who you want to play as (kirby), but not nearly enough to consider yourself good at it. schlatt and charlie battle it out, and you watch as schlatt presses the buttons expertly on his controller. it might be the alcohol, or even the lack of sexual contact in over a month, but the way his fingers move makes that heat in your belly burn ever so slightly.
“you’re such a cheater!” charlie laughs as schlatt wins the second game in a row.
“you’re just saying that because you suck.” schlatt replies before turning to whisper to you. “he has no idea what donkey kong’s special move is.”
you giggle, mainly because schlatt cannot whisper at all when he’s drunk, but also because he’s just so close to you. no matter how long you’ve known him, and no matter how many times you’ve hung out, you still get butterflies whenever schlatt gives you attention. even more so now that he knows you’re single.
after the games end and everyone decides to begin to gather their things for bed, you find yourself in schlatt’s office, waiting to use his shower. when schlatt has people over, he always makes them stay the night if they drink. so everyone has their own place to sleep. ted sleeps on the couch, charlie sleeps on the futon, your friends sleep in the spare room, and tonight you sleep in schlatt’s office.
“hey toots,” schlatt smiles as he comes out of the bathroom. “sorry, i had to make sure everything was clean.”
“it’s okay,” you promise. “my brother leaves the bathroom a wreck every time he showers so nothing phases me.”
schlatt looks at you then. really looks at you. the alcohol still buzzes in his system, enough for him to know that asking what he’s about to ask is not the best idea, but he does it anyway.
“did your ex ever make you cum?”
the words hit you like a brick. you look up at schlatt, face heating up. he doesn’t look demanding. he looks curious. you figure there’s no harm in being honest, so you answer.
“no,” you reply. “the only time i came was when i was using my vibrator on myself while he lay next to me watching me.”
schlatt’s jaw works. “he never made you cum?” he asks. “is he stupid?”
you shrug.
“has anyone made you cum?”
you look up at schlatt again and shake your head. “only i have.”
schlatt takes a step forward, closer to you. goosebumps rise on your skin.
“did you make him cum?” he asks.
you nod. “a few times.” you say, trying to shut up but the words keep coming. “he took my virginity.”
schlatt makes a low sound in his throat. he takes another step toward you. you step back out of habit, only for your legs to hit the bed in schlatt’s office. your cheeks are on fire and you let out a soft gasp as schlatt steps even closer. his breath fans out over your lips.
“so what you’re telling me is,” schlatt pauses. “that nobody has ever given you an earth shattering orgasm?”
you shake your head, and you feel your clit twitch as schlatt lowers his head. his breath is at your ear now.
“you’ve never fallen apart against someone as they fuck into you?” he continues, lips gently brushing against the shell of your ear. “never been praised as you scream someone’s name?”
you shiver. “n-never.” you whisper.
“that’s such a shame,” schlatt replies, hands finding your waist. “i bet you sound so good when you cum.”
a whimper leaves your lips as schlatt pulls you closer, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.
“i do.” you breathe. “i really do.”
“yeah?” schlatt teases. “you think we should find out just how good you sound?”
you nod. how could you not? you’re practically dripping into your panties at this point. you want nothing more than for schlatt to pin you to the bed and make you scream his name.
“you want that baby?” schlatt asks, a large hand reaching to cup your face. “you gotta use your words if you want me to fuck you.”
“please,” you breathe. “please fuck me. please make me cum. i need it.”
“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, smirking at you. “tell me more about what you need, pretty girl.”
“need you to, uh…” you gasp as schlatt gently pushes you back to the bed, lips attaching to your neck. “oh god.”
“i didn’t tell you to stop,” schlatt smiles against your skin. “tell me exactly what you need.”
“need you to make me cum. touch me and finger me and bite me.” you beg, fisting the sheets. “fuck me until i can barely remember my own name. choke me.”
as you babble away, schlatt’s hand goes to your neck. you gasp as he squeezes gently.
“oh would you look at that,” schlatt smiles. “i have a cute little masochist on my hands, huh?”
you nod, the corners of your mouth quirking up as he squeezes harder. god, you love this. no thoughts about anything important. only being able to think about the pleasure that’s coming is what keeps you going.
“why don’t we get these clothes off, hm?” schlatt hums as his free hand goes up your shirt.
you slip your shirt off and schlatt wastes no time in groping your chest roughly. you moan as he pushes you down, lips going back to your skin. he kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at your collarbone. he goes all the way down your chest, down your stomach and to your waist.
“may i?” he asks. you nod.
“yes please.”
you press your hips up as schlatt gently pulls your pants down. you can feel the damp spot starting to form on your panties. schlatt gently brings his fingers between your legs, finding your clit with ease. you jolt as he presses against it, a startled moan leaving your lips. your hips move slightly as you ache for more.
“you’re soaked,” schlatt chuckles. “getting all wet from someone towering over you?”
you just moan in response as schlatt’s free hand goes to your thigh. his other hand is gently rubbing circles along the wet fabric of your panties. your skin feels like it’s on fire. all you can think about is how fucking good it all feels.
“i bet you taste amazing,” schlatt says softly, mainly to himself.
“you should find out.” the words leave your lips easily, but you surprise yourself.
schlatt looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “you better ask nicely,” he says.
“please,” you breathe. “taste me.”
schlatt pulls your panties down quickly, leaving them hanging off of your foot. he wastes no time before diving in. you gasp as his tongue spreads you open, harsh suckling on your clit. fingers gently slipping inside of you makes your back arch. nothing has ever felt like this before.
“oh my god!” you gasp. schlatt hums against you, sending electricity up your spine.
he pulls back, fingers still inside of you. “god, you’re so tight.” he sighs with a smile. “gonna have to stretch you out if i wanna fit my cock inside you.”
your cunt flutters over his fingers at the realization. schlatt smirks as he presses against the spot that makes you cry out. he leans over you, forehead pressed against yours.
“you wanna have my cock inside you?” he asks. you just nod.
“more than anything.” you plead.
schlatt’s fingers leave your pussy, and you almost whine about it. but not before schlatt gently slaps your cunt.
“turn around, ass up.” he orders.
you do as you’re told, because fuck if it isn’t hot as hell being bossed around. you watch as schlatt climbs onto the bed, cock already in hand. you nearly drool at the sight. it’s thick and leaking.
“ready baby?” schlatt asks. “i’ll go in slow.”
and he does. you feel every inch of his cock as it slides into you. it’s torture, really. you want nothing more than to be pressed into the mattress, crying out as schlatt makes you cum over and over. but you’ve also never been this full before. even when you use your dildo it isn’t as intense as it is right now. schlatt bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against your dripping cunt. you can barely take it anymore.
“please,” you beg. “fuck me. i need it.”
“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, reaching down and yanking your hair. “tell me just how bad you need it.”
“i need it so fucking bad,” you moan. “i wanna cum on your cock. i wanna feel you pounding my pussy while i scream your name.”
schlatt’s surprised at the filthy mouth on you, but who is he to deny someone like you? he wants this just as bad as you. he’s held back with previous partners because he didn’t want to hurt them. but you? god, he wants to put you through the mattress.
“this is your only warning,” schlatt starts, leaning down and whispering in your ear. “i fuck hard.”
the way your pussy clenches on his cock is confirmation that you’re okay with it, but he needs to hear you say it. needs to hear you beg for it.
“words, whore.” he grits out, the restraint growing thinner. “tell me you need it.”
“i need you to fuck me. you won’t hurt me.” you reply. “fuck me as hard as you want, i can handle it.”
that’s all schlatt needs to hear. he pulls back just far enough for only the head of his cock to still be inside you before he rams back in. you gasp, eyes growing wide. your ex didn’t fuck you like this. frankly his cock didn’t even reach the places that schlatt’s is right now. schlatt fucks you hard and deep, with slow, deliberate thrusts. the head of his cock brushes against the spot that makes you see stars, and the fire in your belly sparks to life. if he keeps going like this, you won’t last.
“oh fuck,” you moan, burying your face in the pillow. it’s both too much and not enough.
schlatt reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing circles on it gently. you cry out, hips twitching. you’re barreling towards an orgasm. you think. you’ve never cum from being fucked before.
as schlatt fucks you, he sees your phone ringing. a facetime call. an evil thought crosses schlatt’s mind. if this dude thinks that he can just decide to be done with you on a random tuesday, he can do this. schlatt reaches over, accepting the call. his thrusts get angrier as who he assumes is your ex pops up on the screen. his eyes widen as he sees you getting fucked.
you scream out as your orgasm slams into you. your toes curl as you fist the sheets. you’re so lost in the pleasure that you’re drooling.
“sorry bro,” schlatt says with a smirk. “she’s busy.”
Jschlatt x nb!reader
Summary: Schlatt get's home from a trip and just happens to walk in on his dream fantasy - how can he be expected not to make the most of this?
Warnings: male masturbation, dub!con, schlatt is a perv, peeping tom, non specific reader underwear and genitalia, kinda light incel schlatt
A/N: first time writing smut in so long so... please tell me if it sucks. It's not as pervy as the pictures I used make it seem but they were the best I could find
He had intended to surprise you, honestly - coming home a few days early with some cute plushies he saw in Japan that made him think of you, schooling his excitement when he took the stairs two at a time, thinking of the excitement in your eyes when he surprised you. He hated how much it melted him, but your excitement was one of the few things that always did.
As the front door clicked open when he turned the key, that school boy crush is the last thing on his mind as the unmistakable sound of your moans flooded the air and shot through his veins like magma.
Desperate. That's the only way to describe them. Desperate, barely muffled whine's coming from the hallway leading to your bedroom, unmistakably you. He could hear the bed creaking, rocking back and forth with movements as your whimpers grew muffled. He could imagine the way you must've shifted in bed, face down surely, ass up, biting into your pillow as someone fucked you from behind. His hand went to palm his cock through his jeans before he even realised he was doing it.
The relief at the touch was instantaneous, a groan almost spilling freely from his lips before he chokes it back and rips his hand away from himself, dumping his bag at the door. He knew he should announce himself, leave even, but his body had a mind of it's own. He knew his erection wouldn't go down without relief, and who was he to deprive himself of this one, horrible, self satisfying fantasy. He was such a good roommate after all, he deserved this didn't he?
His body seemed to decide on it's own, even as his brain struggled with the choice he was making - hand going for his belt, feet carrying him down the hallway, towards your room - those beautiful, muffled moans a siren's song.
He stopped at your door just as he slipped his hand into his boxers, under his jeans, hips rutting against his palm despite the awkward tightness the angle posed, forehead dropping to rest on your door as he panted desperately instead of moaning like he wanted to.
He could hear you, your heavy breathing, your whining invading his senses, your arousal lewdly squelching with each thrust. God he could nearly taste you it was so clear how wet you were. He let his eyes flutter shut, mouth hanging open in a deep pant as he palmed his cock, picturing you perfectly.
He could imagine how tight you were, wrapped around the cock pounding into you from behind as you gripped the pillows. What he'd do to tangle his hand in your hair and force your head up, watching you drool as his thick length stretched you, unobstructed by the pillow as you moaned his name.
He's surprised whatever lucky bastard was fucking you stupid wasn't doing the same. He'd never live with himself if he got that chance and didn't get to hear the sweet moans of his name from your lips. Unless you were alone.
The thought made his stomach clench, cock twitching in his palm as he finally wrapped his hand fully around his acking length, slick with precum as he began to stroke in short, confined strokes. You must be alone, all he can hear is you. You're touching yourself.
He so desperately wasn't to crack the door open and see. Watch you pound yourself with a toy, struggling to keep to a pace that keeps you satisfied as you desperate push yourself towards the edge. He wants to see your juices drip down the toy, your body rock back against it when your hand gets tired. He wants to help, to take the toy away and bury his face in your gaping hole and lap you clean until you cry.
He fishes his cock out finally, free hand coming up to cover his mouth just in time to muffle the moan of relief that spills free. He was throbbing hard, so close to the edge already which only worsened when your moans grew louder, no doubt shifting your position so your moans weren't muffled.
He's sure you had started riding the toy, based on the way the springs were creaking now instead of the whole bed shaking. The thought alone had his thighs shaking, a string of precum leaking from his aching tip and smearing across his wrist as his hand moved faster. Faster, in time with your moans. You sounded so fucking wet it's almost like he could feel it, imagining the slickness in his palm the feeling of your tight heat around him, the wetness dripping down his neck your tongue and not his drool.
Your moan's peaked far too soon, a desperate cry spilling from your lips far too early for his relief, gorgeous and wrecked with pleasure. Pleasure he's sure he could double if you'd just give him a chance. Just one chance and he know's you'd never want anyone else.
The silence that follows your orgasmic bliss is deafening to him, sending the reality of what he's actually doing crashing over him, the primal desire far outweighing the tiny voice of guilt in the back of his head as he keeps his hand pumping his length.
It's not until he hears the unmistakable sound of your dresser drawers opening that his eyes snap open, fear flooding his nervous system but not enough to soften his weeping cock. He makes a split decision, waddling down the hallway as quiet as he can, pants awkwardly around his upper thighs as he forces his cock back into his boxers - a decision he's thankful for when he manages to slip into his office just as your bedroom door opens.
His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, drowning out your footsteps that were moving down the hallway. Getting quieter. Oh thank god, you were going to the bathroom.
The sound of the bathroom door shutting is enough reassurance in his depraved state to give him the go ahead again, hand wrapping around his still hard cock once more as he peeks past the doorway to make sure the coast was clear. The light coming from the crack in the bathroom door, and the sound shortly after of the shower running was all the reassurance he needed that you weren't going to come back and catch him.
He didn't have long, but he knew he could make himself cum. The close call had pulled him away from the edge, but it didn't take long for him to work himself back up as his feet carried him towards your room. You left the door wide open, of course thinking you were alone, and he just waltzed right in, standing like a fool in the middle of your room as he jerked his cock.
He didn't wanna shut the door, couldn't risk not hearing you turn the shower off. He couldn't sit on your bed, no matter how badly he wanted to bury his face in your pillow and breathe in your scent, he knew it was too risky messing up your bed sheets. He could however, pick up your underwear.
Black, cotton pair tossed haphazardly on the floor, no doubt in your desperation to make yourself cum - he had no problem in the state he was in picking them up and bringing them to his nose. His cock pulsed with need as he inhaled deeply, groaning into the fabric as your sweat and musky arousal invaded his senses. The underwear were damp, cool and sticky against his faces as he pressed the fabric against himself. He's sure by how wet they were that you'd been aroused all day. Walking around all day with a throbbing ache between your legs, that no one knew about except yourself and him right now. You were just as much of a pervert as he was, he tried to convince himself.
His tongue darted out to drag against the fabric, moaning embarrassingly desperate as he tastes your desire on the cotton, hand moving faster and faster as he lets himself get lost in the fantasy. What he wouldn't do t be able to have seen you like this today, to slip his hand under your clothing and feel this desperation against his fingers as he touched you. He'd make you feel so good he knew that, you'd be begging for him.
His orgasm crashed into him rapidly, balls tightening, stomach clenching as he folded over, moaning unrestrained and unashamed as he held the cotton underwear in his palm. Stroking himself with one hand as your name spilled from his lips, he wrapped the fabric around the tip with his palm, feeling himself pulse as he came, hard, coating the fabric in the evidence of his depravity. All he could think about as he came was slipping these underwear back into your drawer, praying you'd slip them on tomorrow morning without seeing the mess he left, and walk around all day with his cum pressed against you.
As he stood there, panting, throbbing, cock leaking pearlescent beads of cum he tried as hard as he could to keep the guilt down in his post nut clarity, wanting to act on his one last fantasy before he felt the anxiety hit. It hit all too soon when he heard your voice behind him.
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader [No use of y/n]
Summary: You find a two-way mirror in Sanji's room and realize he's been watching you. When you confront him about it, you learn he's been watching you for a long time.
CW: ANGST, Sanji is indeed a pervert with a lot of self loathing, Slight Yandere, Sanji confessing his nasty ways but reader is into it actually
Word Count: 2.7k
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After the girls had left, you decided to finally get ready for the day- dressing and packing up your things. You’ll be leaving this island with a lot more than you arrived with, that was certain. Sanji hadn’t returned, but the girls had told you about how they’d shoved him aside to come see you for “girl time”. That didn’t bother you so much and you knew if there was any man who would be understanding of that- it would be Sanji. Robin had also mentioned Luffy had some idea about "specialty provisions" from the resort’s kitchens, so you knew he was likely helping with that in the meantime.
But, you missed him- heart already straining for the moment you would see him again. See your man again. You can’t fight the smile that stretches across your face thinking about it. Sanji is yours. And you’re his. His girl.
The sense of belonging- to him- is so overwhelming you think you could burst into a thousand little feathers and flit away on the breeze. It’s a new feeling, but it feels so good. You need to hear him say it again- call you his again- and soon.
You zip up your bag with a yearning sigh. At least this would be done. The crew hadn’t determined a hard time to meet back, but Luffy is impatient enough that it would probably be as soon as he and Sanji were done doing whatever it was the captain had dragged them off to do. As much as you’d like to spend more of the day lounging in the sun and floating in the rivers, you didn’t want to get out there and start relaxing only to be called right back in.
To that end, however, you consider how you may be able to help Sanji before it’s time to depart. If he was busy helping Luffy, you could at least help get him packed up so he wouldn’t have to worry about it once he was finished. Besides, the idea of doing something for him feels good.
Leaving your luggage on the bed, you cross the room and pass through the conjoining door. You leave it open, stepping into Sanji’s room. It’s tidy, his own things stacked cleanly atop the dresser. Sanji has always been meticulous and very considerate of the details- so his things are already pretty organized and neatly folded. You hold one of his shirts to your chest, aching for the man who fills it out. It smells freshly laundered, but there’s still a bit of him that lingers.
Your mind is already lost again to the longing, the image of his gorgeous sunlit figure completely captivates your attention as you carefully stack his clothes into his bag. You think about how it will feel to make love to him in the day- beneath the sun. His golden body, his warmth, under the blue sky- the breeze brushing your naked skin as he pumps himself into you. There’s a flutter to your low body as you imagine it, your eyes flitting up to the thick green jungle outside his window. Desperately, you hope there’s a least a little time before you have to leave. Even if it’s just a quick, stolen moment- you need to feel him again. Inside you, wanting you.
You sigh, sliding the zipper closed before-
You stop.
You blink.
You frown, brows drawn as your brain tries to process what it’s looking at- your fantasies snapping from your brain like a taut rubber band. You straighten, head tilting as you behold the wall that separates your rooms- and look directly into yours.
“What in the world…?” Slowly, you step up towards the wall- the window? And reach out your hand, palm pressing against smooth cool glass. You expected there to be a mirror here, matching the one in your own room, but this is something different. Your knuckles lightly rap against it- it certainly feels like a mirror. But it doesn’t seem to reflect anything, no matter how close you get.
Quickly you poke your head back through the conjoining door to look at your own side and- sure enough- it’s just a normal mirror. You pull back and look at it from Sanji’s side again- and it’s still a window. “Huh…”
You dash out to your side of the room and toss your bag onto the floor- then scurry back into Sanji’s. Sure enough, you see it exactly as you left it. “Like magic,” you amuse, having never seen something quite like it before. “Like a window that only works one way…” You’re not even sure how that’s possible or why there’s one here. Maybe Sanji-
Your brain stops. “Wait...” You both got your rooms yesterday morning and yet… He had never mentioned it. Did… was… could he see you the whole time? The question stutters through your brain. But that would mean…
You think back to yesterday morning when you had tried on a few bathing suits. Was he in here while you were doing that? Your face heats, remembering what else you did in your bathing suit. Was he watching?
Or what about what you did after he’d carried you back here? He was definitely in his room then.
All the color begins to drain and you’re left slightly panicking on what to do. Should you say something about it? Should you pretend you never saw it? Maybe you could put his things back into the drawers and act like-
The door in your room opens, “mon amour~” and Sanji’s voice flits through the glass like it’s not even there. You watch him walk to the center of your room, eying your bag on the floor. “Now, where have you gone,” he asks himself, looking towards the cracked patio door as if you may have stepped out onto it. He casts a glance over his shoulder and then stops.
Sanji goes deathly still, eyes widening on the open door between your rooms. You’re not breathing when his gaze slowly sweeps across the mirror and you think he must be able to see you there on the other side of it. Rationally, you know he can’t, but it does nothing to alleviate the weight of his eyes when they pass over yours.
You see the way his breath starts to heave, his chest rapidly rising through his thin shirt. His trembling hand presses against the base of his throat and his voice is a broken rasp, “oh fuck, oh fuck-“ There is nothing but the sheer panic of his world collapsing in his face and you feel completely outside your own body witnessing it.
When Sanji moves, the spell is broken and you match his pace as you both cross the rooms to the shared door- rounding it at the same time. Sanji freezes, staring down at you and you look up at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing- trying to remember the shape of any word it’s ever spoken. Sanji seems just as lost for it as you are.
“Sanji…” you start with the only word your mouth can never forget the shape of. Sanji’s hands grip tight against either side of the door frame, balancing on the edge of a knife as he waits for you to speak again. “Are…” you fidget, “did…” fingers chipping at the wood in the frame, “were you…” you take a deep breath, “were you watching me?”
His body is coiled tight and there’s fear in his eyes when he answers you.
“Yes.”
But, he answers you honestly.
You let his answer settle over you, mind syrup as it tries to process it. Sanji’s knees nearly buckle under the weight of your silence, “I didn’t know beforehand- I didn’t plan it,” he quickly explains. “But… I didn’t tell you,” he swallows, words thinning, “I should have. I should have changed rooms or- or something- I should have told you. But… I…” He casts his eyes to the floor, "I didn't, because..." too ashamed to meet your eyes, “I like watching you.”
Your nails scratch at the wood as you nervously ask, “what did you see?”
Sanji swallows, pulling in a breath when he answers, “I saw you get ready for the pool yesterday morning,” he confesses. “And again for the party last night.”
You look up into his eyes, cheeks lightly dusting- voice thin and wispy when you ask, “what else?”
Sanji knows what you’re asking him. He knows he can’t- and shouldn’t- lie. And though he worries how you’ll take it, he promised to always be truthful to you. “I saw you touch yourself, ma chérie.”
The pink at your cheeks deepen and Sanji’s heart pounds, the roar of his own blood loud in his ears. “You watched…?”
Sanji pulls in a deep breath, chest cracking, “Yeah. I did.”
In this moment, Sanji hates himself- is disgusted with himself. His nasty impulses, his filthy urges always winning out over his own morality. It’s not as if he doesn’t know the things he does is fucked up- he just can’t seem to stop himself from doing them.
Now, it was coming due- every dirty thing he ever did just for a drop of you. He had told himself he could afford it- whatever it cost. It had always seemed so worth it in the moment. And now, it stands to cost him the one thing- the only thing- that he ever actually wanted.
Sanji had always been so desperate for you and now that would be his own undoing. That is what will rip you away from him. Just as soon as he finally had you- he’s lost you. Not another man, not rejection, not circumstance- but his own sick perversion.
“Um…” the sound your voice rips him from his spiraling self pity and he clings to it before you decide never to speak to him again. “What…” you fidget anxiously, that little crease between your eyes deepening. “...what did you do, when you watched?”
It’s the question that condemns him to hell.
His voice is thick with confession, “I touched myself too.” He closes his eyes, unable to bear witnessing the moment your budding love for him withers and dies. His heart thumps hard once-twice-thrice- awaiting the slam of the door.
But it doesn’t come. Instead, your faint voice drives a deeper nail into his coffin, “have you watched me before?”
Sanji squeezes his eyes shut tighter, teeth clenching as his body begs him not to answer that question. The wood threatens to splinter in his hands as he does, “yes, mon amour. I’ve watched you for a long time.”
A door isn’t enough. He needs to feel the strike of your hand- the kiss of your first- the sting of your hatred. He’ll accept it. He deserves it. However you see fit to punish him, however you deign to despise him.
Hell, he deserves more than you could probably imagine on your own- always too gentle, always too lenient.
Because if Sanji had ever found another man doing to you what he has been doing all this time- he would burn him alive.
Sanji stands there waiting for it. The fire of your contempt. The venom of your repulsion. The strike. The sting. The fury. The slam.
But it doesn’t come.
“Do you…” your sweet voice calls to him and he can’t help but look. Regardless of how you might look at him now, Sanji needs to see you. Needs to-
His heart thumps.
Faster. Faster.
His eyes desperately search your face, mind trying to rationalize away the hope clawing at his chest. Your bright eyes shining down to the floor, your pretty face blooming rosy, your plump little lip nested between your teeth. The expression you wear is the last one he ever expected to see in the face of his confession.
An expression he became so intimately familiar with last night.
“…do you like it?” the question finally falls from your lips and slithers up through his body. “Do you like watching me?” It’s a quiet, bashful question that you can’t look at him to ask.
Sanji can hear the fissures as the wood begins to crack, trying to hold himself steady. He tilts forward into his answer, “yeah, I like it. I like it a lot.” When your tongue runs across your lips, Sanji’s fire flares with heat and hope.
“And you…” your breath hitches and Sanji’s is stolen. “…when you watch, you…” Sanji’s eyes slide down your body, snagging the the swell of your breasts, the top of the mark he left on you last night just peeking over the cut of your dress. There’s a tightness there, little peaks of your nipples just beginning to rouse- clear evidence of the way your body is responding to his shameful admission.
Sanji casts all his prayers to the heavens, hoping his angel will receive them. He leans over you in the door frame, his heat flaring and capturing your attention. He waits for you to look him in the eyes. “I get so fucking hard watching you.”
There’s movement at your waist and Sanji’s burning gaze darts down, catching the way your dress shifts as your thighs press together beneath it. His eyes slowly go back up to yours and you flush, knowing he’s caught the motion. Sanji cocks a brow and tilts his head, “that turn you on, Princess?” There’s an edge of accusation to his voice that makes you feel warm. You try to respond and the only thing that passes your lips is a pathetic little sound you can’t bite back quick enough.
Sanji towers above you in the door frame, leaning in so you can look nowhere but at him. There’s a flutter in your chest that travels low at the way he’s deliciously caged you in and you’re rooted in place- hands desperately gripping your side of the door frame. “Does it turn you on knowing that all those moments you thought you were alone- doing all those things you do to yourself when you think no one is around…” His voice is sharp and slices straight down between your legs. “That I was watching? That I was there in the shadows or behind the glass or against the door- fucking myself to it?”
Your breath picks up, dress tightening over your chest- the arousal at the peaks of your breasts unmistakable now. “Answer me-”
“Yes.” Your answer is so immediate- so breathless- Sanji thinks he might faint. “Yes,” you repeat, more gently this time.
Sanji’s temperature is rising, flames licking just beneath his skin. He leans in closer, baring his teeth above your trembling lips. “You have no idea, Princess…” your mouth parts, tasting his words and inviting him in. “…the kind of nasty degenerate you’ve given yourself to.”
The words are a hiss through his snarled teeth because you don’t know. And if you’re going to look then you need to know what you’re going to see.
Sanji holds himself there inches from your mouth, not coming any closer. The wood bites into his palms where it splinters, but he doesn’t dare move- giving you as much space as his body can bear so you can still pull away. So you can still reject him. So you can still-
“I want to,” you whisper into his mouth, “I want to know.”
There’s a growl in his chest as he leans in to kiss you. But, before his lips can touch yours, you pull back- just a bit. Sanji’s darkened eyes blaze into you and you let the heat in, letting it sink low in your own body. He presses forward again, aching to kiss you. But again- you pull away.
Your hand goes to his chest and you push him- gently, but away from you. Sanji follows wherever you bid because there’s no other place he belongs. You push until he’s stepped back into your room, hands coming off the broken door frame.
You move backwards from him then, back into his own room. And there you stand looking at each other, letting the heat pass between you for one-two-three pounding heartbeats before-
“Show me.”
You close the door.
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Zoro
♡ Dancing on the Edge (ft. Sanji) [Zoro remind Sanji who you belong to]
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♡ Have a Taste (ft. Sanji) [Exhibition/Voyeur]
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✿ Books & Barbells [Zoro is very distracting!]
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♡ 🕊 What You Need (ft. Sanji Forced to Watch} [Sex Pollen]
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♡ 🕊 Tempest (ft. Zoro Forced to Watch) [Sex Pollen]
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✿ When I Wake Up [Think fast! Don't blow your cover!]
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♡ Need & Necessity (ft. Zoro & Sanji) [Sex Pollen]
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♡ Prove You're Mine (ft. Sanji) [Exhibition/Voyeur]
Sanji
♡ Just a Dream (I) [Sweet Sanji gives you reverence and release]
♡ Blue of the Night (II) [The dream longs to become real]
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♡ Two Way (I) [Voyeur Sanji Peeping On Reader]
♡ Poolside (II) [You've no idea how desirable you are to him, he just can't help himself]
♡ Part Three: Wingwoman (III) [You try assisting Sanji with the ladies in the bar]
♡ Part Four: Walk of Shame (IV)[He carries you to your room, the situation gets sticky]
♡ Part Five: Through the Looking Glass (V) [Sanji watching you through the mirror]
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♡ 🕊 What You Need (ft. Sanji Forced to Watch} [Sex Pollen]
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♡ 🕊 Tempest (ft. Zoro Forced to Watch) [Sex Pollen]
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♡ 🕊 Just This Once [Germa!Sanji x Servant!Reader]
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♡ Sanji's Reward (ft. Zoro) [Rewarding Your Savior]
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★ Sanji's Bride? (I) [Reader Meets Pudding]
★ Not Leaving Without You (II) [Finding Sanji]
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♡ Need & Necessity (ft. Zoro & Sanji) [Sex Pollen]
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♡ 🕊 Crime & Punishment [Public Sex / Humiliation]
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♡ Not Enough [Needy Sanji. You'll let him, right?]
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♡ Prove You're Mine (ft. Zoro) [Exhibition/Voyeur]
ZoSan x Reader
♡ Dancing on the Edge (ft. Sanji) [Zoro shows who you belong to]
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✿ Perfect Fit [Zoro, the perfect champion]
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♡ Get What You Wanted? [A little indecent fun between you all]
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♡ Have a Taste [Exhibition/Voyeur]
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✿ Our Prince Will Come (I) [Sanji to the rescue!]
♡ Sanji's Reward (II) [Rewarding Your Savior]
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♡ 🕊 What You Need (ft. Sanji Forced to Watch} [Sex Pollen]
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♡ 🕊 Tempest (ft. Zoro Forced to Watch) [Sex Pollen]
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♡ Need & Necessity [Sex Pollen]
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♡ Prove You're Mine [Exhibition/Voyeur]
Law
♡ Something I Don't Know [Sex Pollen]
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♡ Make You Feel Better (I) [Doctor / Patient]
♡ Crossing the Line (II) [Law POV]
♡ Sweet Medicine (III) [Conclusion HEA]
Katakuri
✿✬ Don't Call the Guard [He interrupts your daring escape]
Ichiji
✬ Where There Is Love [Secret Romance]
Crocodile
✬ Jaws of Life [Reader is the Former War Lord's new cell mate]
thank you for tagging me! i never miss a chance to show off my favourite music 😅
i’ve been into supernatural and i’ve been seeing lots of southern usa videos so they’ve influenced my favourite songs a lot 😅 you’d never catch me listening to country but you’ll catch me listening to these 😂 and i’m roadtripping downstate for the james marriott concert in october so i get to subject my family and friend to my songs for 7 hours.
i usually listen to a lot of rock and numetal and indie rock so this is way different to my normal music taste, but i’m expanding my music taste because i’m starting to hate having the same songs in my playlists.
