Synopsis: After an extremely long stint at sea, tensions were at an all time high aboard the Thousand Sunny. The one person that never seemed to let it impact the important work needing doing aboard was the ships cook, Sanji. Deciding he must be as pent up as the rest of the crew, you offer to help him ease it. What you didn't expect was how truly dominant being tense would make him.
Themes: Dom!Sanji x gn!reader, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, blowjobs, semi-public sex, kitchen sex, minor BDSM, top!Sanji, mean!Sanji (little bit, not much), coaching, praise, no prior relationship, mutual crush.
Notes: Massive shout out to @mermaniaa and @autumnnjoy for being a listening ear and beta reading this for me. Love you guys! Thank you for helping me out 🖤
“Just what the hells do you think you’re doing?” Sanji’s panicked voice called down at you as you knelt by his feet. The cool tiles of the kitchen met with your knees as you gazed up at Sanji with your eyes rounded and innocent. Your actions, however, were quite the opposite. Fiddling with his belt buckle, you effortlessly pulled the leather strap from its iron fastening while still peering up through rounded eyes and blinking nonchalantly at him.
It had been several long and grueling weeks of travel aboard the Thousand Sunny. Tensions had been beginning to arise in the comradery between the crewmates. Zoro was stuck in a bout of silence while only interacting with Sanji in an effort to bait him into a fight, Robin confined herself to her room to escape from the noise that was Usopp and Luffy bickering over who the captain truly was in one of the retellings of complete and utter lies, Nami was trying to balance her books before yelling up at Zoro regarding increasing the interest on his loans due to late repayments.
Chopper was more mopey than usual as he stated he was running out of medical supplies, while Franky was starting new projects left right and center to ease his ever whirring mind, and Brook was seemingly playing the same song over and over again. It was pure and utter nonsense, and the migraine forming in the back of your mind only eased up when the smile of the ship’s cook dawned on you like pure sunlight as he offered you tea.
Sanji has always managed to draw a smile out of you. There was never the moment of tension truly between you, and your friendship only seemed to grow more while you chronicled the journey of the Straw Hats. You pondered this more throughout the day spent etching in notes and cataloging memories from the last island you made port at.
However, each time you made a scratch in the notations, your mind always seemed to be drawn back to the ship’s cook.
The chef of the Thousand Sunny ran his kitchen like the commercial one back at Baratie. He got up at 5am to begin breakfast preparations. After breakfast was conducted in a varying schedule throughout the day, he moved onto several elements of preparing snacks for the next few days before the lunch meal was completed - all the while ensuring there were no dishes left behind to dirty the countertops in his work space. After lunch, there were further snacks. After snacks, there was dinner to prepare while dessert was being set in the refrigerator or baking in the oven.
Then he would do it all over again, each time the kitchen being more spotless and clean than the last.
As Sanji made his way back to the kitchen, you snapped your chronicler’s journal shut and hastily finished your tea. Your migraine had long-since left you with a newfound purpose forcing your momentum in every solid step.
Sanji was already doing the dishes, finally polishing the last pot with a dried tea towel before placing it on the overhead rack above his cooking space. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, rings left in a small dish beside the sink where they normally were when he would cook, and a him of a song he learned from the kitchens we're leaving his lips as he whittled down the wick of his cigarette to the edge of the filter.
You watched as he carefully began the routine of adding a moisturiser to his hands, ensuring the epitome of care to every nook and crevice of his greatest treasures. His hands were what formulated his art, and they needed protecting from any soaps and chemicals used in his duties. After the moisturiser came the rings. One by one, those circlets of beauty slid back on the pirate-chef’s lengthy digits down to the knuckles. The sight alone almost had you drop to your knees.
Which is where you found yourself presently.
“I’ll ask you again,” Sanji’s voice snapped you out of your momentary daze while your fingers set to work at his pant button, “What in the hells are you doing?”
All you could do was simply smile up at him while quickly flickering the onyx button outside of its fabric fastening. Before you had the opportunity to relieve him of his zipper, Sanji’s delicate hands gently grasped yours in a bid to stop them. You blinked rapidly while you wriggled your hands within his grip in a bid to continue completing what you set out to accomplish.
“Sanji,” you softened your voice and exhaled an exasperated sigh, “You’ve been taking such good care of us. You always seem to ease the tension with the crew by just being yourself.” You returned your eyes up to his and darted them between his shocked and partially disgruntled eyes. “I just… I wanted a way to ease your tension in return. If-... I mean… if you don't want me to-.”
“-I don't want you to,” Sanji hastily cut you off. Releasing your hands from his grip, he slowly reached down to take your chin in his thumb and freshly ringed index finger. Your breath hitched as shock and embarassment only had an opportunity to find you for a second before Sanji’s thumb tapped on your lower lip. Barely understanding what was occuring, the pad of Sanji’s thumb entered your mouth and pressed down firmly on your tongue as he did so.
“At least, not in my freshly mopped kitchen,” he uttered with a soft quirk of his lip. Your eyes continued gazing up at him while you instinctively began rolling his thumb on your tongue and gently bobbing your head at a very subtle increment.
Sanji’s eyes held an aura of command that you had only seen a handful of times: in battle with a foe about to be conquered, focussed on a dish that required extra handle and care, and bartering with a vendor to get the best price on the freshest produce. You had begun feeling like an enemy made from the best ingredients at the most fortunate price before Sanji removed his thumb from your mouth and gently rubbed your saliva over your lips and chin.
“And just what were you planning on doing to ‘ease my tension’, hm?” he quipped down at you, removing his hand from your face while the other fiddled with his belt. “Offer me a hasty relief with manic frivolity before I begin preparing the evening meal? Suck my cock in the kitchen, kneeling down before me at the sink and watch me unravel at your touch? No. I don't think so.”
The crack of his belt leaving the hoops lining his pants struck the air like lightning. He drew his other hand up to the belt and began fiddling with the leather and sockets. Butterflying it out to the sides, he nodded with his whiskered chin down at your kneeling body.
“Hands. Now,” Sanji ordered down at you. You gingerly rose your hands up in front of him with mild alarm ringing now in your eyes. He soothed you with a smile while strapping the loops around your wrists and tugs you closer to him. Leaning down towards you, Sanji tilts his head to the side and smiles warmly down at you.
“While I appreciate you taking the initiative to seduce me, darling,” he encouraged you with his smile still beaming down at you, “I don't want us doing anything like this in my kitchen. Contrary to popular belief, us chef’s from Baratie don’t particularly enjoy sexual acts in the space we work.” He leaned away from the sink, drawing you by your wrists to shuffle on your knees to follow behind him.
“It takes all the routine out of the kitchen, and throws everything off balance.” He aided you to your feet first, still beaming radiantly at you with a soft smile, he began leading you by the end of his belt towards the green sofa lining the circular port windows.
“Now,” he sighed out, turning back to face you and plonking himself down on the sofa while gazing up at you with a sweet smile, “Where were we, hm?” You rolled your eyes and slowly lowered yourself to kneel between his thighs. His knees straddled out beside each of your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable at between them.
“I was offering you a bit of stress relief because you’ve been taking care of us for far too long all by yourself,” you shrugged nonchalantly, moving your leather-cuffed hands to his parted fly and rubbing circles with your thumbs against his crotch. “You’re always so attentive to everyone's needs, working so hard to keep us happy and comfortable aboard in long stints at sea. I just wanted to give you something that I know you needed.”
“And how do you know what I need, hm?” Sanji leans down towards you, gently scrunching his nose and peering at you through the lengthy curtain of his bangs. He playfully. tapped your nose gently with his index finger. You initially frown before offering him a small pout to mask your hidden grin.
“Be so kind as to educate me, chef?”
A small spark bloomed behind Sanji’s eyes, blackening his globes as he leaned his back on the punctured sofa. Letting out a shaken sigh, he gently reached forward with his unoccupied hand and gently cupped your cheek while tugging on the belt.
“Alright then, chronicler,” Sanji mirrored your expression back at you, smirking while angling his chin upwards in a soft taunt. “Get my cock out for me and I’ll talk you through what to do with it.” He released your chin and leaned back against the sofa once more, gazing adoringly with his smile, but with that hidden fire in his eyes you can come to enjoy. You peer up at Sanji with a warm, tight-lipped smile and began to fiddle with his pants and reach gently inside his briefs.
Drawing your hands beneath the elastic waistband, your digits trail along the dark blonde patch of his neatly trimmed hair before finally reaching down and grasping his cock. He was already swelling with need as he twitched in your single-gripped hand. Slowly, you reveal his flushed tip and outwardly sigh at how beautiful he truly was. Sanji took care of his appearance, certainly, but his cock was smooth and simply almost sweet to behold.
“There you go, darling,” Sanji praised you, “That's good. Now, gently grip around my shaft and slowly pump it in your hand.”
“I have given a handjob before, Sanji,” you scoff while doing as instructed, gently fastening your hands around his cock. Gently rolling his velvety skin backwards and forwards along the ever-swelling shaft, you were surprised when he yanked the belt looped around your hands hard enough to hold you stationary.
“But you haven't given one to me, have you?” Sanji retorted with his smile turning more cheeky and mischievous, “And you were adamant about this being for me, right?” His smile grew yours on your face with a natural radiance, your own reflecting his mischief as he slowly released the belt to slack the binds.
“Yes, chef-,” you began, halting as he spoke over you.
“-It’s ‘Sanji’ here, darling. I don't want to be thinking about work when I've got you doin’ that to my cock,” he chuckled easily before his throat hitched with a small moan catching within, “Routine, you know?” You nodded as you moved your hands along his shaft, only ever gently caressing it in a soft tease in lieu of the hastened pace you were going to gift him in the kitchen, “That's it. Nice and slow. I… I like a bit of delayed gratification, you know? Like waiting for a souffle to rise in the oven or a brisket roasting over a low and slow coal in a barbecue.”
“I see why I don't call you ‘chef’ while doing this,” you chuckled as you moved your other hand to his inner thigh, “Comparing a handjob to brisket is very unsexy. ‘Souffle’, I don't mind. I could get behind 'Souffle'.” Sanji chuckled before a soft sigh flew from his lips while he hung his head back on the stippled backrest.
“H-hah. A little firmer and faster,” he gasped while his hips involuntarily twitched in a small bucking motion. You pressed firmly down on his thighs while you strengthened your hold slightly and focussed on drawing up your thumb to gently stimulate his frenulum with every up-tug. Sanji let out a breathy moan as he turned back to gaze at you.
“Th-That’s nice,” his soft praise was as melodic as those soft moans he was granting you, “Focus on my tip a little, darling. What you're doing with your thumb, I want it there. It’s sensitive, you know?” You bite your lip as mischief continues to grow in between the both of you. The thick air of lust was palpable as your own ignored need began to swirl in your abdomen and tingle in your pants.
Instead of using the hand pumping his cock, or the other bracing against his thigh, you leaned your mouth forward and lulled your tongue out and gently flickered the muscle over the small slit at the top of his mushroomed tip. Sanji’s whimper was unexpected, but he hastily recovered by reaching his hand to cradle the back of your neck.
“I don't particularly like teasing. Delayed gratification, yes. Teasing, no thank you,” his chastise was laced with playful admiration as he drew your lips closer to his tip, “If you're keen on sucking it, please suck it. Don't taunt me with just a little lick. Open up and let me feel that beautiful mouth wrapped around all of me.”
Sliding your lips over his cock, Sanji gently coaxed you lower with his fingers splayed over the back of your neck. Inch by inch, you focussed on swallowing around him while he eased you to take him entirely into your throat. You gulped a little, choking as the blunt tip brushed against your tonsils, but you took a few stabilising breaths through your nose and continued on deeper.
Once snugly fitting in the back of your throat, Sanji eased you back up to swirl your tongue over his tip. You followed the swiping motion of your thumb prior, swirling against his frenulum before bobbing greedily against his cock. At each pass of your lips circling his cock and swallowing around him, Sanji’s breath escaped him in small huffs and pants.
Contrary to his earlier notions, Sanji was as pent up as the rest of his crew. His work simply never ended, and his supplies were running scantily close to the end of its tether. He usually waited until his shift finished for the night, returned to the boys’ shared quarters, and viciously pumped his cock while his hand was clapped over his lips to halt his whimpers to relieve his tension.
It was just not working as much as it usually did. Not when you would always offer him a soft smile. Not when you would always offer him a gentle touch. Not when you would always offer, without fail, to aid him in the kitchen if it was simply too much to handle alone.
He could always rely on you, depend on you, and expect you as someone to lean on when travelling on the seas - likely why he was so keen on ensuring you had everything you needed. While you were not together romantically, you both had an unspoken familiarity with one another that had a small promise of more being possible to unfold.
The unspoken familiarity was further halted from speaking while your lips muffled themselves around his cock, humming and messily sucking around him as if his bliss was your life’s tether. Sanji let out a low groan as he felt his need reach its pinicle.
“Ffffffuuuuuck,” he whispered, gently massaging his fingers over your scalp and rocking his hips to meet your momentum. “That's it. Just there. Keep doing that. Y-You just keep doing that and you'll make me cum.” He tries desperately to keep his voice as even, commanding, and dominant as he began this small session together. As you hummed around him, vibrating your voice and flattening your tongue over your bottom lip, he simply couldn't help himself.
You gazed up at him and depicted simply need. A need to be filled, a need to be used, a need to satisfy, a need to ensure the Chef of the Thousand Sunny knew how truly valued and cherished he was by spilling his hot cum down your throat. He met your eyes with his own and picked up the pace of aiding you to gulp his lengthy down your throat and bucking up to match your bobbing.
“G-Gonna cum. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I-I’m g-gonna-!” He warned you, which only made you keep the pace and focus on your task. Molten rings of his viscous ecstasy coated your throat, forcing your parted lips to swallow around him to the best of your abilities. The thick gulping sound of you drinking him in only seemed to have him cum harder into your mouth, the tadte barely making contact with your palate as you greedily consumed him.
“Cumming,” he panted, holding your head down to the base of his cock, pressing your nose flush against his pubic hair, “Fuck. Fuck. Gnghhh-, shit. T-Take it. That's my good little thing. Swallow it all.” He gave a few shallow thrusts into your mouth while holding you close. Just as your eyes began to water from lack of oxygen, he pulled your head off his cock and gently held your chin in his cupped hand.
“Come up here, darling,” he gasped. His entire face was flushed with that soft glow of relief as he soothed over your skin. The hand behind your head moved to his belt and slowly removed the buckles from your bound hands. He eased you onto your wobbly legs, slowly moving you to sit on his lap. His cock slowly deflated at every moment, still limply lingering over his belt as you straddled his lap.
“How are you feeling, Sanji?” you asked him while bringing your hands over his chest and gently caressing the cotton button-up stretched over his torso. Sanji moved his hands to your hips, rubbing soothing circles against your body with his thumbs.
“Like my ‘tension has been eased’,” he parotted your words back at you with a charming smirk. You shook your head and clicked your tongue at him in a bid to scold him, only halting as he drew his head up to nuzzle his face into the nape of your neck. You move your hands over his shoulders and hold him close to you, gently reaching up and caressing his soft hair with your hands.
“I'm happy to be at your service like this whenever you need it,” you affirm to him with a small smile in return, “I mean it. Any time you need relief like this, I'm more than happy to be there for you.”
“Careful now, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead into your neck before pressing a gentle kiss against your throat, “I'd never want you to leave.” He slowly moved up and blinked dotingly at you through a flurry of his lengthy eyelashes, “Although, what I'd really prefer is just this. Just a little bit of human contact, you know? Human contact that isn't me and the moss-head sparring while we yell at each other. Just… Just me holding you like this is enough for me to feel relaxed.”
“Just like this?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side. He smiled up at you as he gently nodded his head at you.
“Just like this. Are you… are you okay with this?” Sanji asked softly against your skin. He pressed a deep and soft kiss against your skin, slowly moving gently up to caress his doting lips over your jaw and up to your cheek. His actions were soft, an apology laden in every motion for his prior rough treatment. “I went a little overboard. I… I don't usually have the luxury of being a little bit unrelenting. I'm usually a bit more gentle and doting when I… I mean, I don't usually have people doing this act for me in the beginning. Personally, I like giving a whole lot more.”
“If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have let you do it. I trust you, Sanji,” You hum as he continues to worship your cheek, neck and chin, slowly moving his kisses to above your lips. He hovered over your lips and tilted up his head, asking for permission non-verbally to kiss you. You tilt your own head in return and raise your eyebrow at him playfully to encourage his words.
“Can I kiss you, please?” Sanji asked sweetly, his hands softly beginning to caress your back softer before lingering over your ass. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief at his question.
“Of course you can,” you smile down at him. Leaning closer, you draw your lips over his before pressing them fully against the skilled chef. He immediately parted your lips and needily explored your mouth with his deep and desperate kiss. Your tongues collided in a messy and enthusiastic kiss, flickering together and tasting one another as you added a deep intensity.
“I want to pay you back,” Sanji muffled his speech against your lips, “I need to make you feel good too. Worship your skin, feel your flesh warming mine, show you how truly sorry I am for getting rough with you just now.” His hands move to gently place you on your back beside him. You laugh against his lips as he adjusts his pants back up, doing the top button and moving to cage you beneath his form.
Just as he began snaking his hand down to your waist, the kitchen door flew wide and your Captain’s smile was what greeted you therin.
“Sanji! Cook up everything you can, we're heading to a new island to resupply-... Oh, hi down there!” Luffy halted his question to approach you as Sanji froze in his position above you. Crouching beside you, Luffy reached out his hand and passed you a sheet of paper, “Nami said this is the map notes for your chronicling journal. Took me a minute to find you. Tried everywhere before I got hungry.”
The both of you exchanged a flickering alarmed look before you addressed your captain and his unwavering grin.
“Did Nami give us an estimate on when we're arriving?” you asked him as you attempted to hide your fluster. Sanji shook his head and disguised his own smile by turning his head into the back of the sofa.
“Said it was all in the notes,” Luffy shrugged before standing up to full stature. “Well, get to it, chef. I'm hungry! Make all of the food we have left in the kitchen. I need everything!”
Luffy rolled on his feet before turning back and exiting the kitchen as hastily as he arrived without mention of the position you and Sanji were situated. Your momentary silent fluster was immediately broken as the two of you began to laugh with every inch of your diaphragms.
The return of joy overwhelmed the both of you at that severed moment crafted by the hands of your captain. Sanji shook his head and pressed a soft kiss to your collar bone before sheepishly gazing up into your eyes. His brows sorrowfully triangulated upwards as a pout warmed his kiss-blown lips.
“I would prefer to return the favor right now, but if you wouldn't mind waiting-.”
“-You and I both know the captain will continue to periodically check on his ‘everything’ until it's done, Sanji,” you shook your head as you halted his words. Gently leaning up, you brushed his nose with your own before gently pressing a hasty kiss against his lips, “Get me back when we get to town? I mean, you don't have to. I didn't do it for you to owe me one, Sanji.”
Sanji shook his head and leaned off your lap, offering his hand to you to lift you up. Taking it, Sanji aided you to your feet and welcomed you into his arms in a warm, fully engulfing embrace. You both sighed out as you felt the tension fully release from your shoulders at the promise of a new port.
Lingering like this for a moment, you both finally pull apart and gaze into one another's eyes. Sanji’s eyes drew half-lidded, swarming with devotion and adoration for you, alongside the lingering promise of new beginnings solidified within this unspoken moment. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and holding you to him as if you would vanish at any moment. In the silence, Sanji and you shared breaths to calm yourselves before he finally broke the moment.
“I’m going to make you another tea, and bake something suitable to accompany it,” he nodded as he finally raised his hand to claim your chin in his hand. Slowly rising his thumb to caress your bottom lip, he chuckled and added another note of apology, “Perhaps a little bit of honey and lemon to help with your sore throat. Again, I really am sorry about that.”
“And I'll say it again: if I couldn’t handle it, I could’ve stopped you at any time,” you confirm with him, raising both of your hands up to hold the back of his hand, “I like you, Sanji. In all ways you come, I like you. A bit of meanness from time to time is fine by me, pretty boy.”
Sanji shook his head with a small smile before you both finally pulled away from one another. Sanji pulled out the kitchen barstool for you and gestured for you to sit before assembling the ingredients to brew your tea for you. You hopped up onto the stool and began looking over the notes and charts Nami comprised for you, opening your journal and adding the next stop into your course.
Everything was purely organic and fluid in the way you both worked alongside one another in silence. He assembled a meal, you took note on every ingredient missing and used to restock in town. He brought you your tea, you exchanged your kitchen notes with him. Everything seemed to flow into one, with joy reverberating in every notion where tension was found moments prior.
Sanji was already delegating an entire banquet of what he was going to do with you in his mind, stealing glances and undressing you with his eyes as a soft shudder in every breath drew through every exhale. Where there was once a kind gesture from one friend to another, Sanji was hoping for more to come of this small exchange of stress relief. The lingering promise of what was to come at the next port added an almost giddiness to every action, and you were both anticipating the next chapter of this friendship with hidden smiles and soft kisses at every opportunity.
Does Sanji do dirty talk? What kind of stuff would he say?
Hack this got out of hand so fast how did I write this so quickly
I just know this boy is awkward in bed, and I WILL die up here on my hill.
Sanji + Dirty Talk
Oh Sanji
Sex with him is just too much fun
You were his first, and it took you forever just to get him to a point where he was calm enough to have sex
He would always just psych himself out, thinking he wouldn't be good enough or that he would disappoint you
But, that was forever ago, and now Sanji has gotten comfortable enough to start exploring different things like kinks and toys with you if you're into that
His dirty talk and kinks can go in different directions depending on whether or not you like to submit to him or dominate him
And yes, he's deeply into both
If you like to submit to him....
He's the king of making you feel loved and safe
Every single word that comes from his lips is a beautiful praise
"So beautiful, angel."
"You're so tight. You make me feel so good."
"You're doing amazing, baby. Just a little more."
"Lay back and let me take care of everything."
"I'm here to make you feel good, beautiful."
He is 100% a service dom if you want to be submissive
Every move he makes is to make you feel good
He'll have you in a mating press, bodies so close that not even air can get between you
It doesn't matter that his cock is pounding into you
It doesn't matter that you're moaning and clawing at him, so fucked out that you can barely speak
He's saying the sweetest things to you, huffing the most darling things in your ear
"Such a sweet thing, gods. I can't believe I get to feel this body on me"
"My cock was made for you, love. I'm all yours"
"No one could ever make me cum like you. I was made for you"
The juxtaposition of his relentless thrusts and honeyed words just makes the sensation even more delicious
It somehow gets even sweeter when you cum for him
It's like he somehow manages to take the dirtiest of moments and make them beautiful
"That's it, beautiful. Cum for me"
"I've got you. I'm so close, pretty"
"I know, sweetheart. I know. You're doing so good for me"
The aftercare is top tier, of course
Snuggles, whispers of how beautiful you are how much he adores you
Delicious snacks and fresh, cold water while he fawns over your every move
Now
If YOU want to dominate HIM...
Buckle up
Boy is shameless when it comes to his moans, his pleads
You're on top of him, pleasuring him, slowly building up that power trip of seeing him heaving below you
And, he just doesn't shut up
He's practically whining by the time you actually make it to the act
"My love, please! More. More!"
He's such a beggar
It doesn't matter if you're fucking this man within an inch his life
He's screaming for more
"Fuck, oh my gods. So good, my love. So good."
You could get off on those pretty sounds alone
Once the two of you have been together for awhile, that lethal little mommy/daddy kink slips out of him
He's weeping the title by the time you're done with him
Tears streaming down his cheeks, chest heaving, you can barely understand his words when he cums
"Thank you! Fuck, I'm cumming for you. I'm yours! I belong to you!"
He's a big fan of just aimlessly babbling absolute filth
You're obsessed
The aftercare with a subby Sanji is just too sweet
He's thanking you, snuggling into you, telling you how good you make him feel
It's a stark contrast to the drooling, subby mess that was under you just a few minutes ago, but that makes it better
I did the Nsfw one so its only fitting that I do the SFW one.. My mind has been swimming with Hazard all day I have been grinding and locking in like crazy. Enjoy!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Hazard is genuinely so affectionate. He is a huge lover and is so mushy and cheesy. His heart eyes are painfully obvious whenever he sees you. He's very physically affectionate. He loves to just touch and hold you. So so so many kisses and hugs and hand holding. He's always subconsciously touching you and gravitating towards you. So many cheesy awful pickup lines just because he wants to hear you laugh and groan. He's so smitten.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Hazard is the best friend just like he's the best partner. Do y'all know that image where a girl asks her boyfriend if she can talk to him as a friend and not a partner for a second and the guy goes "yes girlfriend teehee" like that's literally Hazard. He definitely wanted to be good friends with you before he asked you out. He values any kind of relationship, friendly, romantic, and familial. He is just so full of love.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
As mentioned before, he is very physically affectionate. Hazard loves cuddling. I imagine either you're laying on top of him or he's laying on top of you, he loves laying his head on your lap. Or you're sitting in his lap doing something and he has his head resting on your shoulder watching. He's obviously the big spoon. He loves to just engulf you with his big arms.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Honestly, I feel like that's a difficult topic for Hazard. His current life is very wild. He's on missions with the Phreaks, he's leading rebellions, it's not very stable. He still has things he wants to fight for and he doesn't know how long he's going to be doing that. It would take a lot of thinking and conversations. It could honestly be relationship ending.
I also feel like he has some insecurities about having kids. His home life as a child was unstable and neglectful, and his current life isn't sturdy enough to have kids. I do feel like he would be an amazing dad, it would just take a lot of reassurance.
Only when he's content with his work as a Phreak and he's confident in his parenting would he settle down and start a family.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
It was absolutely be because of settling down or starting a family. Hazard doesn't know he'll be ready. It would cause the two of you to go your separate ways, if you yourself want to settle down.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Hazard is the kinda guy where he feels he doesn't need to marry to be committed to you and spend the rest of his life with you. But if you want to get married? Hell yeah let's get married!!
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Hes obviously a rowdy, loud, energetic guy. But deep down, he is gentle. Hazard treats you with so much care and genuine feeling. Physically, I think he likes to mess with you. Ties into his physical affection. The two of you probably get into little playful fights or wrestles. He obviously wins everytime. As goofy as he is, he knows when he has to be serious. He's smarter than people give him credit for!
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He is THE hugger of the Phreaks. Have y'all seen that comic panel of him lifting Touch-up and hugging her? Yeah so much bear hugs. He loves loves hugs. Likes feeling close to you and holding you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Quite a while I think. Hazard wants to be good friends with you before entering a romantic relationship. It takes a lot of trust and comfort for him to say I love you.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Omg he can get so jealous. When he gets jealous he gets touchy and tries to get you away from whoever is making him incredibly jealous. You tease him endlessly for it and he gets so red in the face. He even grumbles and pouts a bit. "I'm nae jealous.." but he absolutely is.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Oh he loves loves kisses. He loves giving kisses and he loves getting kissed. He will hold you down and kiss kiss kiss your face until you're red from laughter. His serious kisses can be very passionate. He cups the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you into him. His other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his body.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
As mentioned before, Hazard is unsure about actually having kids. But he is absolutely great with them. He's always making them laugh and hes very good at keeping them safe. Cause we all know how little kids try to put themselves in harms way constantly. He's like a fun uncle.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
I feel like he's really bad at waking up. He's just so groggy and comfortable and he just doesn't want to get up. Its pretty hard to get out of bed if you're lying with him. He's warm and wrapped his arms around you. Doesn't let you go and holds you tight sometimes.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
I think he's a night owl. He stays up quite a bit. Probably goes to bed at like 11pm-12am. If you go to bed earlier, he'll do whatever he's doing quieter. Once he's ready to sleep he just gets ready and slips into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Because I feel like he doesn't enter a romantic relationship before a strong friendship, once the two of you do actually enter a relationship he'll start to open up very quickly.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Hazard is so so very patient. He has experienced so much unnecessary fighting and violence in his life, never in a million years would he be passing that on to someone who doesn't deserve it. He is willing to sit down and talk with you for hours. The two of you never fight, you just disagree.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Oh he absolutely remembers everything you tell him. You tell him you want this thing for your birthday and your birthday is in 6 months? You best believe he's remembering you want it. Hazard is such a dedicated and passionate lover.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Hazard's favorite moment is the first kiss. Something he had been anticipating for weeks. He's imagined kissing you so many times. Once you finally do he's just melting into you. He leans into the hand cupping his face and pulls you into him. He has the biggest, silliest, smile after.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Hazard knows damn well you can handle yourself. In fact, he is extremely attracted to you when you put someone in their place. Hazard loves someone who is strong and knows what they're doing. He's still protective of you because he cares. He just wants you to be safe.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Uggghhhhh I think Physical affection and gift giving are his most prominent love languages. He's that type guy that gets you a gift for Christmas two months before and goes "hey do you wanna open it early" he loves seeing your face. Every time he's shopping or browsing there's a section of his mind that's just "oh they would like that" gift giving brain.
He goes all out on anniversaries. His heart is so painfully big.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Hazard is very loud, and I feel like that is a bad habit especially when you're trying to sleep.
I also think he has trouble reading the room sometimes. He can get excited and loud and not realize some things.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Hazard knows he's fine. He knows he's fit and huge and he can feel your eyes on him. I said this before but he does not wear a shirt for. a. reason. He's going to tease the ever loving crap out of you. He's not afraid to flaunt his looks! A fine man knows when he's fine.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Because Hazard is such a lover, he needs companionship. Friendly, familial, or romantic. He has the Phreaks, but his connection with you is a different kind of feeling. If you were to ever break up, he would want to remain friends and he'd make an effort to keep that. But I feel he genuinely would feel lost for a while if the two of you were to fully go your separate ways.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Face in boobs. Or thighs. Or stomach. As much as he can. Face down.
"Are you comfortable?"
"yes." came a muffled reply
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Hazard likes PDA to an extent. He'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but he feels a little uncomfortable getting too passionate with you in public. He feels more sturdy in the comfort of your own home.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Snores. Loud. And he sleeps starfish. Limbs splayed out. Oh and he moves a lot. Tosses and turns, flops an arm over you before turning back over. (He sleep mumbles too)
Yay!!! I finished it!! I did this one all today and the NSFW yesterday and today. I'm proud of it, but honestly, please let me know if you disagree with any of these headcannons. I do not take offense and love a good discussion.
This man cares SO much. He will spend a few moments with you to take a breath. He runs his hand up and down your back, feels his fingers through your hair, kisses your forehead, everything. Once the two of you have caught your breath, he helps you to the bathroom to clean up. Probably smacks your butt after too.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Of yours? Hazard is a thigh man through and through. He loves your thighs and stomach. Even when the two of you aren't getting freaky, he uses your thighs as pillows. He loves loves loves to grab at them and bite them. He's a happy man with your thighs around his head.
He personally loves his arms and chest. Mostly because he sees you staring at them constantly. This fucker doesn't wear a shirt for a reason. Holds you tight against him with his arms and presses you into place with his torso.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This is where he's a bit conflicted. Hazard is a messy man by nature, but if he can cum inside you, that's what he's doing. I think it would depend on how the two of you are feeling.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hazard secretly wants you to collar him and ride him until he can't think. This man aims to please. He's a service top but he would be lying if he said he didn't want you to take control and take care of him. However, this requires a lot of trust for him. Only once hes fully comfortable in your relationship will he admit this to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh he knows what he's doing. Although, I feel like by the time he joins the Phreaks and enters a relationship with you, it's been a hot minute. But the longer you're in a relationship, the more he knows how to get you shaking.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I'm not gonna lie... Full Nelson. Purely because he's strong enough to lift you like that. Ties into why he likes his arms and chest. He's freaky, he wants to try some interesting positions with you. But when hes feeling more intimate he likes to face you. Cowgirl, good ol missionary, anything. He wants to see you and kiss you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Two sides. As mentioned before, he can be either pretty freaky or pretty intimate. Usually he is more teasing than goofing around.nWhen he's more sentimental, he's not cracking as many jokes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Hazard is definitely hairy. It's a little wild down there but he still likes to be hygienic and trimmed.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He can get very intimate and sentimental. I think he can be a bit of a crier because he just cares SO much. Like yeah, he's a big tough guy with piercings and tattoos and muscles, but love really softens him. Hazard can fuck you and love you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
😮💨 He jacks off a lot. Whether you're there or not. Likes to tease you and be a little loud if you're in the other room, makes sure you can hear him. Definitely likes to make you watch sometimes too. If you're not there, he gets whiny. He just wants you so bad.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Whew don't even get me started. First of all, he bites. Sometimes it's just grazing you with his teeth, other times he just bites you. He loves to see the marks on you.
He also loves the size difference. That's undeniable. He can't get enough of how big and strong he is compared to you and how useful that is in the bedroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
As freaky as he is, he actually prefers to stay in the bedroom. He won't venture outside your home.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
This man is so horny for you. Standing next to you and looking down at you gets him thinking. When he's touching you in any way, he's biting his lip. You have a beast on your hands.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Mentioned before, but he wouldn't do anything in public. Makes him uncomfortable he doesn't want to risk anyone seeing him or you in that way.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Hazard is a huge giver. He loves to give and please you. He's fucking good at it too. But! He can't deny how much he loves to see your lips around his cock. He gives and gives but once he receives, he is absolutely mush.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He can be rough and/or fast. He knows how to move his hips and he knows how to get your body reacting to him. He likes to be slow on purpose sometimes to tease you and get you to beg.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Hazard loves a good quickie. Not very often, usually just when he's wanting you before a mission with the Phreaks. He much prefers to spend his time with you if he can, but he doesn't mind a quickie when that's all there's time for.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Ohhh yea. He's always asking you about trying things. Hazard loves to experience new things, and if you're comfortable with it, he's gonna make it happen. This man is SO FREAKY.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Come on. He's young, he's built, he's jumping around constantly, he has modifications, etc. Hazard could go all fucking night. He stops when you want to stop. His stamina is unparalleled.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Yes yes yes. This ties into the experimentation. He prefers to not use them, but when they are being used, boy does he enjoy himselfm
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Hazard LOVES to tease you. He's kinda just an annoying little shit. Slows his pace to make you beg, bites you, smacks your ass, says things to shock you and make you blush, the whole course. He even likes to be teased. He lives for the banter between you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
At first he's quiet and tries not to be loud, but after a while he just allows himself to feel good. Grunts and groans and the occasional whine. He can tell you enjoy when he's vocal too.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
(I can't think of anything I feel like I have stated it all before, I'm sorry 😭)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Hooo boy. He's big. And he's thick. I'm thinking around 7 inches.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Mentioned before, but he is always wanting you. Literally the smallest things get him hard. He can deal with it himself if you aren't in the mood, though.
Once the two of you are calmed down and cleaned up, he's out like a light. Immediately knocked out and snoring. Probably falls asleep mid conversation if you two are talking lmao.
I hope you enjoyed!! I kept accidentally posting this I apologize but here is the final product! I really enjoyed doing this, it was quick and fun and worked my headcannon brain. Except for the wildcard one, I genuinely couldn't think of anything 😭
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Summary: Hazard loves coming back home to his one safe spot, which just happens to be in your arms.
Warnings/Other Notes: softhazsofthazsofthaz SOFT HAZZZZZZ
Hazard LOVES to cuddle. It's his favorite way to unwind after a long day of hacking and slashing at his foes.
As soon as he arrives at your shared home every night, be prepared to be swept off you feet and all but thrown into the bedroom.
Your bed is already prepared, of course. Full of soft blankets and comfy pillows, Findlay's always happy to fall into the pile of warmth as he holds you in his arms.
At the sound of your gleeful giggles, all the tension left in his body begins to melt away, soothed by merely being in your presence.
"Ach, ya have no idea how much I needed this, love..." He states to you as he crosses one of his arms behind his head.
"Rough day, huh?" You question, noting a few patched up scratches along his chest.
He stretches all of his limbs out in reply, allowing you the chance to shuffle closer before he rests his unoccupied hand on your hip.
"Eh, nothin' I couldn't handle. Gotta say though, they gave me a run for my money."
"You did get them though, didn't you?"
"'Course I did! Had tae get back to my favorite person."
"And that would be?..."
"Take a wil' guess." Chuckled Hazard, placing a series of kisses on your head.
You laugh again at his sarcasm before finally letting yourself sink into his touch.
"I needed this too. You were gone way too long for my liking."
"Well, I'm here now, and I'm all yours. And you are alllll mine for the whole night!"
"Looking forward to it, big guy." You agree, placing sweet smooch along his jawline.
Hazard grins joyfully at the touch and holds you tighter, sighing softly at the loving solace you bring to his chaotic life.
its not that viktor didn’t want to devour you. take you in the almost impossible positions he’d widen his eyes at reading about when he got bored in the library, attempting to anatomically sketch it out on a napkin to visualize how it would work hastily before anyone came in and caught him flipping through an erotic novel. and he would, through the pain, it would be so worth it— if not for your gentle consideration. the one thing sexier than your dazed face looking up at him, all heated cheeks and hooded eyes, was how perceptive you were— how well you knew him, how well you saw him. you were attuned to him now, an invisible string between you. a phenomenon he could never sit down and wrap his big head around, just how connected the two of you had become that you barely needed words to communicate sometimes. like, for example, an abrupt whine sneakily covered by the clearing of his throat.
you were both excited and apprehensive when he brought up wanting to be on top tonight. you knew he would be putting pressure on his bad leg and of course you brought it up, but the way his voice dipped in velvet and wrapped around you, the lyrical lilt in his accent becoming hushed and deeper as he detailed how he wanted you under him, he wanted to take you, claim you, devour you with no inhibitions. his silver tongue won against your worried left brain, twice technically, until you heard it— the slightest change of rhythm in the strum of your little connective string.
“viktor?” you lifted your head. “what was that?”
he took a deep breath and buried his head in the crook of your neck. “nothing, darling.” he punctuated his assurance was a distracting suckle on your skin. and god, you almost gave in again, almost, but you gently tilted his head up and looked into his darkened eyes. “didn’t sound like nothing.”
damn you and your perceptive skills. he loves them so much.
another deep breath leaves him, and before he could wave it off, you press him. “it’s your leg, isn’t it?” you ask, already knowing the answer, and he can’t lie to you.
“yes.” he breathed in surrender. “i’m sorry, my love i really wanted to-what are you doing?” he frowned, watching you roll out from under him and grab one of the pillows on his bed.
“armchair, now.” you pointed to the chair across the room, with the plush ottoman in front of it that you gifted him. he couldn’t help but let a smirk pull at the corners of his mouth.
“bossy.” yet, he obeyed and made his way over to you. you gave him the pillow, instructing him to put it under his hip as he sat down, making sure his leg was elevated on the ottoman. once you got him all situated, you didn’t even have time to ask if it felt better before he was grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you like a man starved. you melted into his touch, straddling him but careful not to apply too much pressure. “so fucking sweet.” he pants the praise huskily into your mouth. “too good to me.”
his hands traveled down your body to grip your hips, pulling you flush to him. you started grinding slowly, and he guided you, a shaky breath leaving your mouth before you even got to the main event. every noise from your mouth caused a shiver to run down his spine, striking him with irrational need— he didn’t care that the things he wanted to do to you would make him scream in pain, he felt that he would simply die if he couldn’t fuck you the way he pictured it in his head right now.
but then he looks at you, just as dazed and hungry on top of him as you were under him, and a smile creeps up on him. it doesn’t matter if he were to throw you down and ravage you like a love interest in those books, or if you were softly bouncing on his length, burying your little sighs and whimpers into the crook of his neck, he’s still pleasing you. he’s still enough for you. he exhaled a smirk.
“none of that, darling.” he lifted your jaw to meet his eyes. “wanna see you and hear you. can you do that for me?” you nodded, struggling to keep your head up in the throes of pleasure, but having no trouble letting your mouth run wild with curses and praises and whines and whimpers. and it was all music to his ears. “that’s it, sweet girl.” his voice came ragged as he reached his long fingers to press on your clit. you all but screamed, tugging gently on the curls of the nape of his neck. he whined and threw his head back.
“am i hurting you?” you asked hoarsely, your hand hovering over his hair. he shook his head adamantly, taking your head and tangling it back in his hair himself. each thrust would earn a tug, and each tug would earn a pretty noise from him, causing another push to each of your edges.
“love you….” he whispered against the skin of your neck, pressing a kiss against it as you both reached your peaks, breathing heavily against each other. “love you so much.”
