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thinking about Sanji, the kindest soul you've ever met ⋆｡°·☁︎
⊹ cw: fem!reader, mentioned childhood trauma, mentions of abuse, use of petnames, getting togther, sanji speaks french, drabble
Thinking about Vinsmoke Sanji, who is the first person to ever treat you so kindly in your life.
Your home was always so cold, so distant. Everyone there was constantly seeking fame, wealth, a desire so easily attainable to the richest of the rich. And your family was no exception to this. You came from a family on the top of it all, all thanks to you and your stardom.
It started when you were young; just barely old enough to walk and talk properly. Your parents had modeling gigs, acting gigs, all the potentials to make you famous. And it worked. People adored you.
But at home, adoration doesn't come with respect. You were simply seen as a status, not a person. Your family used you for your name. Others used you for your usefulness to them. Your bodily autonomy was stripped from you early on. You hadn't known warmth from others ever.
Then, the Straw Hats reach your home. You were at the prime of your popularity, having just signed with a company you wanted nothing to do with. You had longed for freedom from the public eye. You wished for a private, quiet life somewhere else. What seemed like a distant dream become more attainable with their presence.
They dismantled the system your island was built on. The richest were taken down, including your family. And when you begged the pirate crew to allow you to travel with them, at least until you were far away, they felt pity for you. Especially Sanji.
Sanji adoration for women was a vital part of who he was. Witnessing on your island how men "admired" women utterly disgusted him. He didn't need a genius to reach the conclusion that you suffered similarly.
And so, Sanji devoted his time to making you comfortable.
On your first morning on the ship, you woke up before the sun rose. Back home, it was better to avoid others in the morning. Their scrutiny was unbearable, especially in the mornings. You didn't expect to see anyone.
"Mornin'" You jumped at the sudden voice that was heard from behind you. Whipping around, you see Sanji sipping tea.
"Thirsty? I'll be making breakfast soon so help yourself, my sweet."
"Oh.. no, I'm sorry. I can leave."
"Please, I insist. Besides, no one ever leaves my kitchen hungry."
There was no insult to your appearance, no comment on how you should skip breakfast, no request to leave, just kindness. Your feet tremble as you sit where Sanji once did, glancing down into the tea. You serve yourself as Sanji silently starts working on breakfast.
Those were your mornings with Sanji. Silence and peace. Every once in a while, the two of you would share a small conversation about your plans for the day. Outside of that, you simply coexisted.
You found yourself drawn to Sanji outside of those mornings soon enough. He'd serve your meals first with a genuine smile. He'd check on you when the crew was getting just a bit too loud. All of those restless nights, when you were up thinking about home, it was Sanji there, supporting you.
You finally felt comfortable enough opening up about your childhood. Every bit of trauma that molded you into who you were. Everything your family pushed you to do. The irreparable damage that came with your home. And you were met with Sanji's kindness. His eyes softened, his tone became gentle, all for the sake of listening to you. He wasn't treating you like you were fragile, but rather, someone who needed that comfort.
"I'm so sorry.. everything that happened should have never happened in the first place, mon cher."
"Well, you can't change the past, can you?"
"Perhaps not. But, I can protect your future. I owe that much to you."
After that night, the crew began to notice a shift in your relationships. You were more responsive to the crew. You began to build friendships with them. You learned about each of their ambitions, their interests, their personalities, everything. You were more present and they adored it.
The relationship between you and Sanji also grew. Your interactions were now filled with lingering touches. He called you endearments more than your actual name. He found himself drawn to being your partner rather than anyone else's on island adventures. Because you provided him a fulfillment; a fulfillment to provide for someone who was willing to receive it.
On the other hand, he felt guilty for falling so quickly. You were new to this life, and he should give you more time, right? How much time did you need before he came off too strong?
It was a cold, breezy night when he confessed his feelings for you. You were sitting on the deck when he brought a snack, launching into casual conversation. You decided to thank him for everything he's done, for all of his work to make you feel better about life at sea.
From then on, he couldn't hold it in. Sanji tearfully admitted how strong his feelings for you had become. He would apologize over and over again for his quickness of it all, but his feelings were too strong to hold in.
"I'm so in love with you, it hurts my heart. I want to be by your side for all of our lives. I want to find the All-Blue with you. I want to hold you, laugh with you, cry with you, explore with you, live with you. I'm so in love with you, chérie."
"Sanji.. oh Sanji.."
"I will always be by your side, no matter what. You are so important to me."
Relief flooded his body when you reciprocated his feelings. The tearful hug and kiss you shared on the deck of the ship would be engraved in his soul for eternity. And as you both stared at the distant island from that day's adventure, you let out a breath of relief, finally letting go of your past.
- Black Leg Sanji who absolutely spoils you when you’ve been at sea for weeks at a time and insists you go to the spa on the island the crew’s fouhd
-Black Leg Sanji who ensures you’re taken care of and pays for the best treatment they have with a facial, a massage, your hair and nails done
-Black Leg Sanji who ensures the rest of the crew doesn’t bother you
-Black Leg Sanji who buys you different trinkets that you fall in love with and doesn’t complain once
-Black Leg Sanji who buys you a new dress that you wanted and tells you to wear it for dinner that night
-Black Leg Sanji who set up a cute beach date on the shoreline by the sunny but far enough away where you two won’t be bothered
-Black Leg Sanji who cooks your favorite meal to the tee making it even better than what you remembered and surprises you with it after your spa day
-Black Leg Sanji who is a perfect gentleman the entire night and listens to you as you tell all about your day and he smiles when you ask him about his
-Black Leg Sanji who’s eyes are so bright as he listens to you and he gives you all of his attention
-Black Leg Sanji who serves and feeds you bites of the dessert that’s your favorite he made
-Black Leg Sanji who finally pulls out a little box and he smiles shyly as he slides it over to you
-Black Leg Sanji who asks you to open it and in it is a liar of earrings that compliments your eyes and a necklace that matches
-Black Leg Sanji who melts when you swoon and gush about how beautiful it is
-Black Leg Sanji who puts the necklace on you as you put the earrings on
-Black Leg Sanji who kisses you so sweetly and softly and tells you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen
- Black Leg Sanji who pulls you into a dance as music drifts through the trees from the village
- Black Leg Sanji who puts his forehead against yours and tells you that he loves you
-Black Leg Sanji who swears he’ll marry you one day
-just Black Leg Sanji
A/N: I tried something different and I really like it but mainly I love Sanji….
𝜗ৎ one piece x reader: random things that make them fall for you
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji, robin, ace, law
𓍢ִ໋❀ luffy
having a loud/obnoxious laugh. most jokes inevitably go over luffy's head, and he'll just look confused. what really knocks him out, though, is the incredibly offbeat laugh you let out; the joke itself doesn't have to be all that witty, but the way it has you cackling makes it the most hysterical thing in the world.
not being picky. of course, this mainly goes for food. but it also means being down for whatever, whenever; you never question it when luffy says to do something, you never bring down the mood. you just nod and trust him to keep you from ever being bored or unhappy.
expressive body language. you're very comfortable with your emotions; you're not scared to show them. you'll cry when your sad, be energetic when your excited, and smile when your happy. it just makes you an easy person to be around, and luffy can't help but be drawn to you for the same reasons people are drawn to him.
𓍢ִ໋❀ zoro
resting bitch face. obviously zoro has one. but he really likes it on you, too. it'll come out whenever your too focused, or too bored, and nothing seems too exciting. that is, until zoro appears, and the brightest smile appears on your face. suddenly you look like the friendliest and most approachable person on the planet.
having a good memory. zoro gets lost often, obviously. so its nice to be around someone who at least remembers the route they took. but it's the way you remember every little detail about him, even ones he himself forgot, that really gets him going.
competitiveness. others call you stubborn. you never back down until your proven wrong, and you won't stop playing until you win. but zoro is just like you in that sense. it could be something as trivial as a game of uno, but the amount of passion you pour into it always mirrors his. it makes winning all the more satisfying when its against someone who actually cares.
𓍢ִ໋❀ sanji
asking him for help. its not as if your incompetent, or unable to do anything by yourself, but rather you're comfortable enough in your own abilities to ask for help. and sanji knows this, too. whenever he gets a chance to go out of the way for you, he'll do it in a heartbeat (acts of service king).
being a perfectionist. you always know what you want; you always have a clear vision. but it also causes you to stress about every single detail that most wouldn't notice. yet sanji also appreciates the finer things in life, and will do everything in his power to meet your expectations. your high standards also make him feel like someone who's worth being around; if he can make you satisfied, he could really make anyone satisfied.
saying his name in conversations. the two of you could be casually talking on the deck, about something as boring as the weather, neither fully engaged. but the minute his name comes from your lips he gets all flustered. it astounds him every time, too, that just the way you say his name could really kill him.
𓍢ִ໋❀ robin
braiding her hair. you could just be leaning on her shoulder, playing with her hair while her attention was occupied by something else, and make it seem like she was the most fascinating thing there. just your presence alone was enough; she never felt the need to put on a performance or humor you to receive tenderness.
interest in her interests. robin knows her part on the crew is vital, yet none of the other strawhats seem too keen on her passion for history. except for you, that is. archaeology isn't just a hobby of hers, it was the only constant in a decade full of turmoil and isolation. your attentiveness makes her feel like she's sharing a piece of her soul with you, a reminder that she's not only needed but also wanted.
committing to a bit. i think robin's sense of humor is somewhat under appreciated. she could be gaslighting luffy and chopper of something completely false, and you'd immediately get it and play along. if they ever mentioned it to someone else, the two of you would go out of the way to convince them of it too.
𓍢ִ໋❀ ace
watching you do something you love. ace is weird in that he could see someone he loves doing something as natural as a hobby of theirs, and fall in love all over again. he's awe struck by every small thing about you; anything you do can really knock him out. he could watch you just exist and be content for the rest of his life.
adding "my" in front of every nickname. he swears it kills him. you'll never just call him "handsome" or "baby," its always "my handsome boy" or "my baby" with you. he just loves that he's someone's one and only, no matter how corny others may find it.
oversharing. not only does ace love everything about you, he wants to know everything about you, too. he practically wants to become you, just too see exactly how your mind works. and being able to talk to him about anything just goes to show how much you trust him, and how safe he makes you feel.
𓍢ִ໋❀ law
comfortable silence. law's life is full of chaos, from his crew, to his plans, and to the emotional turbulence inside his mind. but your presence has the ability to silence the rest of the world; it reminds him of his time with corazon. the two of you just mind your own business usually, but it's better than being on your own.
having niche or weird hobbies. law's never been super talkative or anything, but he loves listening whenever you talk about something you love. especially if it's something others would find strange, like lock-picking or bookbinding. it makes him feel less weird about coin collecting.
being the only one too laugh at his joke. law usually gets drowned out by others in a large group setting, but it's not as if he really minds. yet still, he can't help but feel a sort of intimate connection when you laugh at something he muttered that no one else even heard. it's just reassuring to know someone's always listening.
You and Sanji have a mutually beneficial agreement.
Word count: 4K
Tags: MDNI! smut, 18+, secret relationship, Sanji loves to please, oral sex, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms.
A/N: I've always had a little crush on Sanji, but it's become unbearable since OPLA came out. And I blame Taz Skylar and his Instagram account.
Enjoy!
You snort and shake your head at the boys while you get up and clear your plate, the mood in the kitchen light and cheerful. Both Luffy and Chopper are back to pretending to be walruses again and Usopp has engaged in an enthralling tale about the Sniper King’s adventures, but as fun as an evening of camaraderie might be, you have different plans for tonight.
Sanji’s bent over a cutting board, garnishing a cheese platter that he just threw together when you put down your plate at the sink, casually excusing yourself from the party.
“I’m gonna call it a night, I still have some work to do. You guys have fun! Oh and… Sanji? I probably could still go for some dessert later, if you wanna whip something up. I’m in the mood for something salty today, I think.”
Out of the corner of your eye you see Nami waving good-bye, Robin’s head turning, and, of course, Sanji just about catching the drink he almost toppled when he heard your request. You don’t turn to look at him, not wanting to risk Robin catching your glance. Discovering your little arrangement. She really is annoyingly perceptive, that one.
A little over half an hour later you’re sitting at your desk, brows furrowed over today’s newspaper. You’re trying to align the information printed with the things your little birds from all over the world wrote to you in their letters when you hear a knock at the door. Two short raps, followed by a long one.
“Come in.”
The door creaks open, and a half bowing, long, slender figure appears in the doorway. Funny how he can make himself so small, you think as Sanji slips inside your room, quietly closing the door behind him.
“Evenin’, love.”
He straightens up as he makes his way toward you just to bow down low again when he reaches you. You can feel his cheek brushing against your hair, how he's greedily inhaling your scent while his hand carefully places a small plate in front of you, careful not to put it on your documents.
“Chocolate soufflé, with a dash of Aqua Laguna salt. And I still had some of those white strawberries you liked so much.” The tone of his voice is so sultry, so charming, it sends a tingle down your spine. You turn a little to look at him, his keen eyes observing your reaction.
“That looks delicious, Sanji, thank you,” you say as you pick up the spoon, take a bite of the treat. You close your eyes, savor the explosion of flavors on your tongue with a soft hum as you lick the spoon clean. When you open your eyes again you can see Sanji staring at your mouth, his lips slightly parted, almost drooling on your shoulder. You have to giggle when a needy little huff leaves him. “Anything for you, dear.”
“Roll your tongue back up, Sanji,” you smirk, and he snaps back to reality. “You know you’re gonna be using it quite a bit.”
You can hear Sanji inhaling deeply, breath staggering as his ears turn pink. He clears his throat, takes a step back and sits on the edge of your desk.
“Anything specific you're in the mood for today?”
You turn on your seat to fully look at him, standing there. He’s got his hands stuffed away in his pockets, you can see they’re balled into fists beneath the silky fabric of his trousers. His eyes are glued to you, follow you around the room as you stand up and walk over to your vanity.
“You know, I’m still not done working. I really have to figure some stuff out…” you sigh dramatically as you reach under your skirt, hook the waistband of your panties with one finger and quickly pull them down. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t get started.”
Sanji all but squeals as his head snaps to the side, turning to follow your panties’ trajectory as they fly over to the bed. You can’t help the self-satisfied smile on your face, you just love watching him like that. Big ocean eyes, adoring, practically begging for you to let him do your bidding. You know he has very little self-control when it comes to beautiful women, that he will bend over backwards to get praise from anyone with a nice pair of tits and a pretty smile, but you know he'll drop anyone if you summon him. He's even pried himself away from Nami to revere you.
It was purely carnal at first. You had gotten drunk on a long voyage after not setting foot on land for weeks, things had gotten boring for everyone on the Thousand Sunny. So you threw a party. Everyone had had a blast, and Sanji had waited on you, Nami and Robin hand and foot. Paid you compliments. Boosted your ego. And it had made something stir deep inside of you.
You can’t fully recall the events of that evening, but you do distinctly remember squeezing his face with one of your hands, telling him that you’d kill him if he was ever to breathe a word of what was about to happen to a living soul – or Brooke – and then you’d been on each other. And boy, had he delivered.
You had always imagined Sanji to be like one of those firecrackers that immediately exploded in your hand, but you’d never been so wrong. Behind the facade of that lovesick puppy, chasing after any short skirt, getting a nose bleed from talking to a woman for too long, there was an animal lurking, a lion waiting to be freed from his cage.
You don’t remember how many times he had made you come that night, but it was more than enough to break your previous record, and to make you crave more of it as soon as you were able to walk straight again. And Sanji? Happy to do your every bidding. Now, you'd like to think what you're doing is strictly physical, but if you were honest you would have to admit to yourself that you enjoy the attention. Really enjoy it.
When you’re back at your desk, you lay your hand on Sanji's cheek, softly guide him onto his knees as you sit back down. You’re met with zero resistance, and you feel his nose running up the inside of your leg as soon as he’s vanished under the table. You have to grin to yourself as you hear his blissful sigh, then you get back to work on your letters.
You feel Sanji’s hands wandering up and down your legs, caressing every inch of your skin with the soft tips of the fingers he’s so careful never to use in a fight, peppering feather-light kisses all over you. He pries your legs open, just like you’ve seen him do to all kinds of exotic fruit with practised ease, slowly getting you ready for what he’s about to give you.
When his mouth finally reaches the inside of your thigh, he, apparently not being able to help himself, bites down on your flesh longingly, prompting a small moan full of surprise from you. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you want to reach under the table, grab a fistful of his hair, tell him he’s doing good, but you’re not there yet.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath, focus on the sensation between your legs and try to relax. You've noticed over the past couple of weeks that Sanji has this weird, pressure relieving effect on you that's so much more enduring than when you just get yourself off. He'll just keep working you for hours and hours on end, putting you in an almost trance-like state as he pleasures you just the way you like it, without even so much as thinking about his own high.
You've learned not to be impatient, to savor Sanji's diligence as he makes sure every inch of your body gets worshipped the way it should. Your lower half is already tingling nicely when he finally comes close to where you really want him.
Your back arches involuntarily when his tongue runs up the inside of your thigh, you can feel your legs twitching but Sanji's firm grip keeps you in place. He places a kiss right in the valley where your leg ends, and then one more further up. You're not sure when you started holding your breath, but the gasp shaking your body when he finally runs his tongue through your folds fills your lungs with new life.
You feel the vibration in your core as he hums into your body, satisfied with the response he's eliciting from you. You can feel him nuzzling his nose into you, tongue lapping up every bit of wetness he can find. The first time he went down on you like that you were genuinely scared he'd suffocate, but you've come to learn that Sanji has a strong will to live. Especially when he's drowning in pussy. Now, you just lean back and enjoy the entertainment.
You feel the buzz spreading through every cell of your body, the heat in your core rising, and if you let yourself, you could easily come right on the spot. But that's not what you want. You want to make this last, stretch it as far as you can, because once he pushes you off that ledge? You'll be a goner.
That's why, when you feel one of Sanji's slender fingers getting closer to your entrance, you tell him, “no.”
His movement stills immediately, you can feel him lifting his head. Like a good little soldier, waiting for your command.
“Not yet,” you huff, noticing how mellow your voice sounds. “Just your tongue, for a little longer.”
“Your wish is my command,” you hear his raspy voice from underneath your desk, and without further ado, he dives back in. You finally give up on reviewing the paper, let your head drop onto your arms that are lying on the table, and you notice how you almost fall off your seat because you keep scooting forward, your body seeking out more and more of the delectable sensation Sanji's providing you.
You feel Sanji's grip on your thighs tightening as he keeps devouring you, edged on by your moans that become less controlled with each passing moment. All the muscles in your lower body seem to be fighting against you, spasming as you try to ground yourself, try to control your breathing, but when Sanji finally finds that unforgiving rhythm that's just right for you today, you give in.
The sound you make is beyond sinful as you finally allow yourself the release you've been building up to. You know exactly what's going on in Sanji's head, that he must be bursting, finally reaping the reward of having you come on his face, but apart from his fingertips sinking deeper into your skin it doesn't show. He just keeps you high, firm grip on your thighs so you don't accidentally crush him.
He only eases up when your quivering legs finally start to slump, your moan turning into a staggered growl. He chuckles as he wipes his lower face on your thigh, keeping you close as you twitch in response to the feathery light kisses he scatters on your skin.
You groan, letting your head loll to the side, lids heavy, hair sticking to your sweaty face. Everything's still in a haze, you don't remember him getting up when you feel Sanji brushing the offending strand away with his thumb. You can smell yourself on him when he lowers himself to your level so his face is mere inches from yours.
“You good, princess?”
“Mhm,” is all you manage to press out, accompanied by a half-hearted nod that Sanji rewards with a light chuckle.
“Come on. Let's get you to bed.”
Before you fully realize what's happening, Sanji has swept you up, your body apparently weighing nothing to him, and carries you across the room. You're still breathing heavily, press your face into his firm chest and let yourself fall into his delicious, peculiar scent of cloves and some other spice he must have picked up in one of the many towns you passed through.
He gently places you on the bed, making sure your head is resting on a pillow and your skirt pulled down enough to cover you, and then he sits down next to you.
“That kinda took it out of you, huh?”
You sigh blissfully, heart still racing, but Sanji’s voice immediately reignites something deep within. You roll onto your side, prop yourself up on one elbow and look at him, expectantly. He raises his eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face.
“Oh, you– do you still want more?”
You can feel the confusion flicker across your face for a second, and then you see that intoxicating smile of his curling around his lips.
“Sanji!” You both laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest, and then, before you could say “millefeuille”, he’s on you again. You squirm a little as he covers you with his long body, moan when you feel his hot breath against your neck. Sanji leaves enough space between the two of you so you can unbutton his blue pinstriped shirt and make quick work of his belt buckle. He’s already down to his boxers when you quickly peel yourself out of your shirt and bra while he pulls your skirt down, finally discarding it on the floor.
Sanji’s kneeling over your naked form, drinking you in, his face appearing almost reverent in the low light. You bite your lip, earning a breathless huff from Sanji. He places his hand on your collarbone, then proceeds to trace it down your body, along your curves and dimples until it finally comes to rest just underneath your hipbone.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
You hum softly, and while this kind of praise from Sanji is exactly what you want, exactly what gets your engine going, the sincerity he expresses it with goes straight to your soul. You tilt your head up, and, as he always does, Sanji gives you what you want.
You can positively taste the burning passion as he kisses you tenderly, a quiet little moan betraying how much he’s been longing for this. Still, he’s so soft, so controlled, not allowing himself to run wild. Stoically holding back. When you lift your hips, trying to seek out some friction in vain because Sanji’s too far away, you know what you must do.
There’s not a lot of space on your bed, but luckily, Sanji’s not the only one who knows how to use his legs. You wrap yourself around him, and, with the smoothest movement, spin him to lie flat on his back. Now, finally straddling him, you press down and feel his hot, throbbing cock pressed right up against your still needy pussy.
Sanji groans as you slowly grind over him, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating your heat from his. His hands find their way to your hips, fingers denting your skin while he throws his head back, eyes closed. You run your palm over his chiseled chest, his lean body twitching in sync with your movements. For a second, you think you should drag this out as well, just keep riding him like this. But when you look at his twisted little face you decide you want him, stat.
You shift your weight so you can reach under yourself, and, unceremoniously, pull his boxers down only as much as you need for his cock to spring free. You grab him, maybe a little too tight, give him a couple of cursory strokes, and then sink down on him with no hesitation.
One of the things you love about Sanji is the fact that he's so vocal. Every little movement of yours is rewarded with a moan, growl or quiet curse. The way he whispers your name when your pussy clenches around him sends shivers down your spine every damn time, the way he mewls when your fingers wander over his skin makes you feel so powerful and wanted at the same time you could combust.
You shift a little, settling on his lap, allowing him to reach even deeper. Through hooded lids you can see that Sanji's eyes have fluttered shut, he looks like he's hanging on by a thread. Still, you decide to start grinding. You know he's not going to disappoint you. Your vision goes blurry when you start rolling your hips, Sanji's thick head inside you hitting that spot that switches off the outside world.
You can already feel yourself speeding up, your body just taking over, greedily seeking out another high. Your hips keep working him, nails digging into his hard surface in a way you're sure it would hurt a normal person, but you know he can take it. And even if he couldn't, he wouldn't complain.
When you feel you're close you lean back, prop yourself up on his thighs for a better angle, better purchase. You and Sanji almost fall out of rhythm as he tries to match your erratic movement, but when the wave finally crashes down over you, your back arching, toes curling, Sanji's got you. Like he always does.
A loud, almost pained moan spills from your lips as he keeps thrusting while you ride your high, pulling you into him as your cries turn into whimpers before you finally go slack.
You feel your arms on his thighs turn into jelly, but Sanji sits up in the blink of an eye, catching you before you can fall. He pulls you close, your bodies slick against each other's, your chest heaving way more noticeably than his.
Sanji pulls you into a tight hug while you try to regulate your breathing, nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck while you try to come down. His hand wanders up and down your back, gently caressing you, keeping you as close as he possibly could. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you just looked? Like a goddess come down to earth just to bless me.” He inhales deeply, the squeeze he’s giving you turning possessive for an instant before he quickly regains his composure.
As soon as he notices you shifting, having recovered enough to move again, Sanji gives you space to lift yourself off him. He groans at the slight twitch your pussy gives around his still hard cock.
“Okay. Wow. That was… that was good.” You fumble with your legs as you lift yourself off him, your body immediately protesting at the loss of contact even though you should be exhausted.
Sanji cocks his head, looks at you with that impish smile of his, the erection between his legs bobbing up and down.
“Good? Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”
You have to chuckle as you scoot closer, kneel next to him. You let your lips ghost over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you place a couple of kisses before you whisper in his ear.
“That was amazing. You were amazing. Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering.”
You can feel the goosebumps rippling all over his body as you praise him just before he captures you in another kiss, just as searing hot as the last one, but way less controlled. You feel him brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and then quickly turning you so you're in his arms again.
He gently lowers you on the bed, eyes not leaving yours for a second. He runs his hand over your breast, circles your nipple once, then lets it move further down. You can’t control the way your body twitches under him, and it’s a good thing because Sanji knows exactly what you’re asking for, even if your mouth is refusing to say it.
He dips down, lips trailing down your chest until they find your nipple. He licks a broad stripe over it, making you twitch again, and then takes it into his mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he starts sucking on one while pinching the other with his fingers, and a little gasp leaves you as he pushes two fingers into the heat you've been desperately pressing up against him.
You’re not entirely sure for how long Sanji keeps working you, at this point, the thing turning you on most are the content, passionate little sounds he’s making while chasing your high. His voice is raspy when he finally drops your nipple from his mouth with a soft plop. You open your eyes to find him looking at you, enamoured with the way you're writhing beneath him.
“I, uh,” he says, voice cracking at the single syllable as he continues to pump his fingers into you. “I’m really sorry but I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” he huffs, eyes only shooting down to look between his legs for a second. You can’t see much with the dim light and his body so close to yours, but you’ve felt his hardness poking you. Felt the pre-cum oozing from his tip against your sizzling skin.
You lift your hands, cup his face to look at it for a moment. Study the adoration, the devotion written all over it, brush that rogue strand of hair away only for it to immediately fall back in place.
“Sanji?”
He holds his breath, eyes wide, trying to read your wish before you say it out loud. As he always does.
“Will you come inside me?”
The sound he makes is almost a whimper, and then he’s so fast you’re almost unable to follow his movements. Still on his knees between your thighs, he runs a hand over your ass and down your leg as he gently pushes it up to finally rest it on his shoulder. All air leaves your body when he presses into your wetness, his movement offensively unhurried for someone as consumed by lust as you know him to be. He runs his cheek over your calf, kissing every inch of skin he can reach as he slowly drives into you. His thrusts are deep, powerful, and it takes only a couple of them for you to almost lose yourself again. You can feel him tensing up inside you, and the moment you allow the moan that’s been trying to break free from you to escape you’re both gone. Sanji’s hips stutter as he paints your insides white, his entire body shudders before he collapses onto you, not halting his movement before the tension in your body subsides.
You both lie there for a while, breathing falling into rhythm with each other, quietly enjoying the peace of the moment. Sanji rolls off you, careful not to break your skin to skin contact for a second. Pulls you into his arm before his back even hits the mattress. He gently caresses your shoulder, tracing imaginary lines on your arms.
You're not exactly sure how, but he produces a cigarette from somewhere, lights it on the oil lamp that's standing on the bedside table. He takes a long drag, slowly exhales, letting the smoke curl its way up to the ceiling.
“So,” he says, the cheeky grin already back on his lips. “You hungry for anything else, my queen?”
He calls you things like “my love,” “my angel,” or “the most beautiful person on this sea.”Sometimes he gets so emotional he practically melts right in front of you.
Sanji loves showing love through food. If you casually mention liking a certain dish once, he’ll memorize it and make it perfectly for you.
Fresh coffee, warm pastries, and a sweet smile from him in the morning. If you try to help, he gently pushes you back under the blankets.
He’s very protective, especially if someone disrespects you. Expect him to step in immediately with a serious expression if someone crosses a line.
If you compliment him back, he might literally faint. The crew is used to this by now.
Sometimes while cooking he’ll grab your hand and spin you around the kitchen. Even if there’s music playing only in his head.
If someone flirts with you, he’ll get visibly annoyed. But instead of causing a scene, he’ll just pull you closer and remind everyone you’re taken.
He experiments with recipes, but you always get the first taste test.
Watching the ocean together while everyone else sleeps. These quieter moments are when he opens up the most.
Sanji believes the person he loves deserves the world and he’ll spend every day trying to give it to you.
Nami and Nico Robin find it amusing how soft he becomes around you. Meanwhile Roronoa Zoro never lets him live it down.
Combining these two requests bc they're so similar!! @huenungkai & @chubbyfallenangel
Adam Glenn Kissing Headcanons
Just like he is with cuddling, Adam is so hesitant to kiss you. He's probably more hesitant with kissing than he is with cuddling.
Ok like kissing is a big deal to him. He's done it some, but not that much and what if he makes you uncomfortable? Or what if you think he's bad? Or what if he's so bad that it makes you uncomfortable?
He's so bad at hiding it though. Like unless you take action it WILL be a common occurrence to see him watching your mouth, especially once you initiate other forms of physical touch.
Gosh and when he looks he looks like a thirsty man coming upon an oasis in the desert, yearning so hard that it almost looks painful.
Please save the poor man. It hurts to watch.
If you start slow, say a kiss on the knuckles or the cheek, Adam would try so hard to play it off as "kinda cool", but you can see how beet red his face is.
He'd excuse himself to the bathroom for a moment and if you'd listen you could hear very badly hidden excitement from behind the door.
He'd come back with the dopiest grin on his face.
Just wait until you actually kiss him. You think you hear his heart explode.
A peck on the lips has him looking shell shocked.
I can specifically imaging him giving lingering kisses on the lips, and when he pulls back he lets out a shaky breath, as if he can't believe that this is real.
I think he'd be too bashful to kiss you too often in public, but when you two are alone he just can't get enough. Kisses on the back of your neck as you lounge around the house. Kisses on your knuckles when you hold hands. Kisses on your wrists when you cup his face oh so gently. And yearning all the way.
I think he likes to have a hand on your cheek when he kisses you, maybe both when he's being especially mushy.
Gosh that's really it, he's just such a mush. He can't get enough of you. He is so babygirl.
He-man is still Adam, but gosh, yearning and power and adrenaline?
He knows to be gentle with you when he's powered up, but having so much god-like strength, he doesn't realize that he's being rough at all when he kisses you.
On top of that, He-Man is a warrior, he has so much pent up energy and that also makes everything he does just ever more charged.
ON TOP OF THAT Adam takes up the He-Man form when going out on journeys. By the time he gets to you, he's been gone for possibly days, he's been all over Eternia, often without you, and he needs his fix.
All of this combined with Adam just being Adam means that he is just a little bit rougher, a little bit greedier when he's He-Man.
He'll get back from a long journey and he won't care if you're in public or not, he'll pull you in by the waist, hand coming to cup the back of your head, and he'll press the most searing kiss against your lips.
You're so starstruck by the confidence of it and the feel of his lips against yours that you don't have time to worry about the people.
Usually he doesn't go past one kiss in public, he'll end up pulling you out of the way. Adam is still Adam after all.
Gosh and if you ever mention to it, he'll feel so bad, apologizing desperately because he never wants you to feel like hes controlling you or forcing you when he really never was.
Adam is the type of man to kiss you in the middle of the living room and He-Man is the type of man to back you up into the wall.
Point being - post-journey make out sessions become a must once Adam realizes that you don't mind the difference. But you also reassure him that you like him as he is either way.
You guys I know this is really tame but this is the steamiest thing I've ever written I-
im at work rn and i cant stop thinking about adam having a crush on retail worker! reader and hes constantly visiting unde rthe guise of buying new clothes for work but really he's just there to see the cute store manager.
and he like tries to flirt every now and again even starts telling her facts about eternia every chance he can get.
or like if he sees a clothing piece that reminds him of eternias fashion he like suggests it for the reader to wear. AND IMAGINE IF SHE DOES AND HES ALL HEARY EYES AHHHHH
pls ignore any typos cause im like just writing my thoughts n whatever lolol
his instagram, general, friend (ft. TOMAN) , romantic
his instagram would be really messy and he does not care what he posts, he can do whatever he wants on there 'cause it's his account
also he would follow people but he's practically never on instagram anyway so he doesn't even remember who he followed lol
he couldn't be less bothered to make his account private though
most pics he posts are from his digital cam that Shinichiro bought him for his birthday
he never stalked anybody on social media either, he just does it in real life like he did with Takemichy
GENERAL
he naps A LOT when he's home, especially in the summer when the heat gets unbearable. He just chooses to sleep through the misery instead of getting ice cream like a normal person
he HATES having his nails painted
he loves melon sodas and hates strawberry sodas because "they taste too artificial"
he doesn't really get the appeal of chewing gum either
FRIEND
the sleepovers are usually at his house and they’re very chaotic (playing video games, baking, board games, ordering take out, playing party games etc.)
his digital cam gets passed around when TOMAN is hanging out so he has A LOT of random shots on there
hates getting babied by his friends (except for Draken) because it makes him look stupid, everybody knows he can take care of himself lol
is everybody's greatest supporter. When Mitsuya said he wanted to go into fashion industry, when Sanzu became a youtuber, when the Kawata twins opened their ramen shop etc. He thinks that if they've given him so much support it's only natural to return it.
ROMATIC
clingy all the time (even before getting together), everyone knows about his crush on you
he calls you his wifey, girlfriends, VERY occiasional baby because he likes more personal nicknames and inside jokes
comes over for sleepovers often but mostly wants you to come over to his house because its more comfortable for him and his family I there, so you should be too
wants you to sleepover at his house ALL the time, thats because he knows we won't be completely alone
doesn't know how to make you feel better with words so he would just buy you some snacks and cute stickers and sit in comfortable silence with you until you feel better (maybe he'd put some stickers on you to make you laugh)
takes care of you in his own way: he doesn't let you fall or drop something by accident, he listens all the time even if he doesn't understand what you're talking about, constant physical touch in public or not
constant physical touch, he likes to keep his hands on me at all times, especially when we sleep
he's totally the type of guy to drive you to school on his bike, and yes, he does think it's cool
speaking of school and bikes, he totally picks you up randomly too! girls at your school think he's super cute and would try to talk to him, but Mikey wouldn't even respond and just go straight to you ;p
some people tried to harass you over the fact you're rumoured to be dating the invincible Mikey, but when you confirmed that rumour they totally shut up - Mikey didn't even have to take any action
he’s kinda too shy to show affection in front of his friends, but he’ll say everything that he wanted to say to you before when you two are alone (they know everything from that look on his face anyway)
How I imagine dating the straw hat's charming cookــــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
Requested by my dear, @kwrtig ^v^ I'm sorry for the late post :(
｡.｡:∞♡* OH LORD ONLY KNOWS HOW MUCH THIS MAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU. HE MAKES IT KNOWN. (A/N THIS IS A MANNNNNN)
｡.｡:∞♡* He is NOT afraid to showcase it either, because he will shout it from the top of the mountains how extraterrestrial you are. Because when he loves, he loves HARD, everyone on the crew and bystanders know.
"Hey Sanji, how is produce shopping going along? I can always help you carry some stuff if you want." You smile obliviously, offering your kind smile.
The French cook had blinked, cigarette falling from his opened mouth, falling down in despair. "My divine goddess beauty, I could never put your delicate hands to such work!"
He'd taken your hands into his, after placing down the food he was carrying, "My love, look at yourself. You expect me to allow these hands-" He lifted them dramatically, These magnificent hands—"
"Normal hands by the way." You deadpanned.
"THEY ARE NOT NORMAL!" His voice lifted. "You were not placed upon this earth to perform labor, you were made to be adored, loved, taken care of!" Everyone was listening now, the other strawhats were laughing, some were just enjoying the show.
"They've literally killed before." You replied, his hands still adoring yours, you were red from embarrassment, but this was normal for you too.
"AND WHAT MONSTER CALLED YOU TO DO THAT?" He fumed, "OKAY WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS THOUGHT IT WOULD BE GOOD TO PUT MY RADIENT BEAUTY TO WORK?" Yelling at all the men in the crew in the middle of the market.
A woman sighed lovingly while her husband rolled his eyes and goaned.
｡.｡:∞♡*This man has every little detail about you MEMORIZED. Your favorote drink and meal? Can make it in his sleep. How you like your tea/or coffee. How you look when you're annoyed? Its ethereal beauty. That one slightly crooked tooth when you are smiling? Stunning.
｡.｡:∞♡* Every meal feels like it was made specifically for you because… it was. If you casually mention liking a certain food once, expect it to magically appear on your plate forever. He has husband material senses because he can literally just tell when you're craving something different.
｡.｡:∞♡*Sanji is very expressive, but also smooth and charasmatic. That is, until you compliment and shower him with affection.
"You look handsome today, Sanji." You hug him, a finger on his chin, gently stroking it, "My good, handsome, pretty boy."
Sanji made a sound no human should be capable of making. A mix between a gasp, a squeak, and a dying engine. Then—
THUD.
He dropped to one knee. Not because he meant to. His legs had simply given up, "I shall keep your praise close to my heart my love!" The greatest flirt on the Grand Line had finally met his match.
｡.｡:∞♡*Forgot about that, handsome is dangerous to call him, pretty boy is leathal, good boy is six feet under.
｡.｡:∞♡*He loves when you seek him out first. Simply just searching for him and calling his name. Walking into the kitchen just to see him. Sitting beside him instead of somewhere else. Reaching for his hand. For him, it doesn't matter what the reason is, he'll come running to your aid.
｡.｡:∞♡*Sanji's love languages are literally all of the above. He lives for YOU, he is happy with a piece of you, but is over the moon for everything you are and come with!
｡.｡:∞♡* He loves when you play with his hair, he melts under your touch in bliss. Your fingers brushing through the soft blond strands near the back of his neck. Braiding it, putting flowers in it, he doesn't care, it'll be beautiful to him! Vice versa! Sanji loves to play with your hair, doing different hairstyles so everyone can recgonize and see your beauty!
｡.｡:∞♡*♥ If you fall asleep on him, he will refuse to move an inch. You drool? His fault for wearing those clothes. You're a crazy sleeper? He needs to be more comforting. He likes so admire your face, how peaceful you look. He knows you've been through so much, you deserve all the admiration and the world.
｡.｡:∞♡*HUGE hand kisser, your hands are so sacred but capable of anything you put your mind to.
｡.｡:∞♡*When you said his name in your sleep it was game over. 'OH MY LOVE IS DREAMING ABOUT OUR FUTURE!' He thinks happily to himself.
｡.｡:∞♡*SPOILS YOU SO MUCH! He buys you anything you'd like to wear or anything he'd like to see you wear! He adores dressing you up, advancing your beautiful face. MAKING YOU see and feel how beautiful you are! He knows all your interests! So he listens to you ramble on about it, and gets you anything that correlates with it!
｡.｡:∞♡*This also means he drools over anything you wear! Even if it's modest, you are scrumptious and breathtaking in anything.
｡.｡:∞♡*Please give this man reassurance, a lot of times he is very insecure. Doesn't mean he thinks less of himself, not in the slightest. He just fears you leaving or him not being able to protect you.
｡.｡:∞♡*Dancing is something that he loves! While Brook plays music in the background, he's twirling you around, doing slow dances, white boy can dance!
｡.｡:∞♡*During his jealousy, he would NEVER take anything out on you, why would he?
Penguin, from the heart pirates, Law's crew, was eyeing you from their ship. While you were having a conversation with Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Law. Sanji sensed there was another pair of eyes on you, his eyes had gained supersonic hearing had heard what he was saying about you.
Penguin sighed, blushing madly, "She is much more hotter in person, Y/n Graves, the Black Wolf. I didn't think she'd this sexy." He told his crew mate.
Sanji's smile froze.
Who replied, "imagine just one night with her, I wouldn't mind seeing her-"
"YOU SHUT YOUR HORRID MOUTHS BEFORE I COME AND FILLET YOUR ASSES-" Sanji exclaimed, now literally on fire, fuming with immeasurable range, "-SHE IS NO OBJECT FOR YOUR LOCKER ROOM TALK!" At this point he was yelling and rambling.
"Thats enough dumb cook." Zoro stood in front of Sanji, tired of this because it was the seventh time this week.
You whispered to Zoro, "please don't stop him, he's hot when he's soaked with blood. He's gonna get IT tonight." Zoro just raised his eyebrow in confusion and disgust.
｡.｡:∞♡* He can listen to you all day just like how he can talk to you all day. Just listening to your voice is enough music he needs. Every sentence, phrase and small noises is music to his ears. His voice his hot so...you never mind him rambling.
｡.｡:∞♡* FLOWERS!!! Any flower he sees is going to you! "Y/NNNNN! Y/NNNNNN! MY LOVE I GOT A GIFT FOR YOU!!" He'll run around to find you! It's honestly so adorable.
｡.｡:∞♡* In his head, he already planned your wedding, how many kids you'd have, their names and what they would look like. What possible cravings you'd want, how radiant you'd be, being a father. He can't wait to have a ring on his ring finger.
｡.｡:∞♡* This beautiful being of a man is down bad for you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
WARNINGS/TAGS - None :)
A/n - I told you guys I wasn’t dead, I just hit a massive writers block but my new fancy keyboard motivated me to write again so here we are. This does contain x reader but its v brief. As for Jay/Nya, I tried to keep it neutral on whether or not they were dating. There’s tid bits there but lol.
COLE
This guy sleeps with so many blankets its not even funny, it didn’t matter if he was human or a ghost either. He slept with multiple and is notorious for being a total blanket hog.
He will steal the spare throw blankets in the monastery to quell his need for warmth. It’s not that he’s cold all the time though, he just like the feeling of the blankets on his skin, even more so after he became human again, old habits die hard, he supposes.
Ignore the fact that all of the blankets end up on the floor when he wakes up in the morning.
If you happen to be in the bed with him, you’re the blanket now, congrats.
He only ever wants to sleep with you ontop of him. He’s a big guy and doesn’t want to roll over on top of you in his sleep.
Speaking of which he moves alot in his sleep, if you’re ontop of him he’ll have his arms around you but his legs will move. He’s not sure why he’s so restless when he sleeps, he’s been like that since he was a kid. Maybe it's because ‘the earth doesn’t sleep’ or something like that.
No skincare/night routine. He’ll sometimes work out an hour before bed and then shower but that’s about it. He has perfect glossy skin and everyone hates him for it. The most he does is put some water on his face, but that’s it.
He doesn’t have to set an alarm either. He has a pretty solid sleep schedule despite everything. He’s the type to lecture the others about keeping a proper sleep schedule too.
Mostly sports some shorts and a black tshirt. The color of the shorts change from plain colors to silly ones for the major holidays, sometimes for shits and giggles, depending on how he feels. His favorite is a pair of sweats with a bunch of different cake slices on it.
He mutters or hums in his sleep. It’s usually low, but occasionally its loud enough to wake the others.
JAY
Doesn’t brush his teeth before bed like a freak. His breath doesn’t smell somehow, though??? Weirdo.
All the lights stay on. He’s not afraid of the dark or anything, but his dreams usually consist of him using his powers. It turns the lights on in his room so he just sleeps with them on or unplugs everything. Everyone in the monastary can tell he had a nightmare if all the lights in the temple turn on in the middle of the night.
The second most likely person to have a nightmare every night. It’s mostly about Nadakhan, sadly, so he can only really talk to Nya about it. She has her own issues with the entire thing. His guilt about not telling anyone outside of Nya about what happened eats at him.
Shit sleep schedule. This was obvious but he has alot of energy, partially due to his personality, partially due to his powers. He still has an old, small, hand-held gaming console (Think like a 3DS) that he carries around in the pocket of his pajama bottoms.
Speaking of which, he typically wears the most horrible merch of himself he can find pajama wise. Think like those silly PJs that have pictures of his face on it. Othertimes he’ll wear other patterns like sharks, cookies, smiley faces, etc. It doesn’t matter if it has graphics and is blue; he most likely has it. Then it's just whatever tshirt he has laying around.
He didn’t have a skin care routine until he started hanging out with Nya more. He used to do the cold/warm water towel combo but he kept breaking out. Nya introduced him to a bunch of different stuff and he found some face wash and lotion he liked. He’s used that brand for years.
This man doesn’t follow your sleep schedule in the slightest. He’s perfectly content either playing video games next to you while you sleep or with you.
Fair warning, sometimes he’ll forget that you’re asleep so he’ll nudge you when he beats a really high score or a difficult level. Doing the same to him will result in your hair being stuck in the air for the rest of the day due to static electricity.
He often sleeps with one arm or leg dangling off the bed. He can’t help but fidget, even when unconcious.
Even after losing his memories, none of this has changed. He still uses the same products and plays the same games. When playing, he’ll sometimes try to turn to his side to celebrate whatever he accomplished before realizing nobody is there.
KAI
This freak doesn’t have a bedframe. He claims it's because he keeps setting it on fire, but he just hates how much his old one would hit the wall and dent it. He didn’t like repairing the holes. No, he won’t get one even if you ask or beg him to.
He has the bed on a platform, so he’s not that much of a freak, don’t worry. He likes the platform because he can place stuff on the edges of it. He has all sorts of stuff there, playing cards, candy bags, chargers, and hair gel containers. Everything.
He’s not worried about them falling because Kai doesn’t move a damn inch when he sleeps. He sleeps on his side in a fetal position or on his stomach with his arms under his pillow. Afterwards, he is as stiff as a board. He might twitch or sigh in his sleep, but that’s the most he’ll do.
Despite what he says, he’s the little spoon. He’ll insist on being the big spoon in the beginning of your relationship but gradually becomes the little spoon as time goes on. If you also like being the little spoon, you guys just sleep face to face with your limbs wrapped around each other. Think like how sea otters sleep, but much more tangled.
Sleeps with his hair in a bonnet. One of those satin ones with flames on it, like Guy Fieri’s flame button-up. He knows the design is dumb, but he sleeps with it anyway.
He doesn’t do much in regard to a night routine that’s outside the normal…except for his hair. He has a routine for his hair. He has sprays, oils, moisturizers, the whole nine yards. He showers every night beforehand, also because of how much gel he uses to keep his hair upwards. It’s not good to keep it like that overnight. He forgets sometimes, but still. Even if he doesn’t do the whole routine, he does have a bigger bonnet in case he falls asleep with his hair up. Seeing Kai with his hair down is a sight only for his partner.
His hair is very fluffy too, though, and he doesn’t mind if you play with it. It puts him right to sleep if you do.
Sleeps with half his ninja suit on. He was teased about it for a bit, but it's because the gi is comfy. It’s light and airy. He’ll usually sleep in some boxers with his socks and the gi’s top with a plain t-shirt under. The fabric is light and breathable after all, and fireproof. He doesn’t sleep with the gloves on, of course.
Decent sleep schedule. He’s always been a morning person due to having to wake up to run errands or open his father’s blacksmith shop. He has his moments of not waking up on time, of course, but still.
The type to cry after every nightmare. It’s almost comical how, if you’re also woken up by his sniffles,he'll just say he’s allergic to your pajamas. He’s been saying that for years.
ZANE
He doesn’t sleep in a traditional sense, but he does have a bed. Most often, he’s recharging. His power source gives him an infinite amount of energy, but his other parts start to run down after a while. Think as if you’ve spent all day running around and feel sore once you sit down.
His joints often ache, and this guy is cold all the time. He has a space heater in his room that accounts for 80% of the electricity bill. Not that he pays taxes or anything. The ninja gets a massive discount in terms of bills due to how much they have saved the entire realm. At this point, they pay about 200$ a month in total. Sometimes 250$. Zane is to thank for this.
He fixed his bed to have a recharge slab that connected like a Bluetooth device. He just has to lie on the bed, and his systems will start to prioritize repairing themselves.
He does have a self-repair system, technically, but it requires a lot of oil to do so. His night routine usually consists of reading a book while drinking some cold (it used to be hot) oil until his systems finish repairing. Afterwards, he goes to bed.
If you’re with him, he’ll make sure there are so many blankets in his room that you don’t get cold. He hates how cold his body is, and if you’re human, there’s been more than one occasion when the two of you get stuck together if you fall asleep in each other's arms.
Yes, he does get into arguments with Cole over who can have what blankets. To the point where Zane just buys his own specifically for you or anyone else who stays the night in his room. If he catches even a WHIFF of an idea that Cole is planning to steal it he will purposefully bake some Carrot Cake with chocolate frosting on it. Cole can’t stand carrot cake but loves chocolate frosting. He falls for it every single time.
Due to being an Nindroid, he doesn’t move too much in his sleep either. His frame sort of ‘locks up’ the entire time he’s resting.
He does dream, though, and he dreams vividly. Almost all of his dreams are vivid, and he manages to escape from nightmares most days due to being in control of them. He struggles with not knowing if they’re actually dreams or just more Nindroid stuff.
He enjoys his repair time with Pixel. It’s pretty often that you’ll see the door cracked open late at night, so either her or his room doesn’t matter. They’ll repair each other, lubricate limbs (fingers are always the culprit) before recharging together.
Pixel steals his clothes. He has a lot more of them than she does. Zane doesn’t mind. He doesn’t have much of a preference regarding what he wears to sleep. His favorite has always been a pair of white striped pajamas he’s worn since season 1. They’re a bit worn and an off-white color, but he can somehow always find another one exactly like it at any clothing store??
NYA
As said before, she has a full skincare routine. She does it because it's fun for the most part. She is 100% jealous of Cole not having to do much in regard to skin care. She was ‘cursed’ with oily skin, in her opinion.
She sleeps on satin sheets. She likes how soft they are and how much effort it takes to clean them. She likes the domestic aspect of that routine, especially since most of the day she’s wrapped up in fighting or other fast paced activities. She cleans them often, probably more often than anyone else.
She likes to listen to podcasts. It doesn’t matter what they’re about; just a podcast of anything is fine for her. Though she does enjoy podcasts about ancient history and engineering the most.
She likes to put it on her phone while doing her skincare routine, especially with Jay. She knows Jay doesn’t listen half the time, but she doesn’t mind. He’s usually playing a game when she has it on.
She only listens to podcasts about sports when she wants to fall asleep. She likes sports, don’t get me wrong, but she prefers to watch them on her own time and form opinions. Those sports podcasts bore her to no end, and she uses them because she knows it’ll bore her so badly she’ll fall right asleep.
When listening to these podcasts, she’ll often give you one of her headphones to listen in.
She’s a lot like Kai in terms of sleeping, but she is the big spoon. She likes being able to wake up, and the first thing she feels is either your body in some way or being able to smell you. She thinks it's weird, but it's also weirdly comforting to her.
She sleeps with her hair down as well. She doesn’t have a bonnet like Kai, but her hair is naturally very wavy. She used to straighten it when she woke up in the morning, but after letting it grow out (combined with her powers turning it wavy again all the time), she just keeps it that way. Sometimes she’ll put it into a loose ponytail, but most of the time it's down.
As for what she sleeps in, it's usually a long pair of fluffy pants with some slippers and a sweater. The sweater always has a water theme. She’s very determined to be on theme 24/7. It’s her pride and joy to collect dumb water-themed clothing items.
An early riser. She has a whole morning routine planned by the time she wakes up. She only ever sleeps in if she was working all day or if she’s with her lover. She likes the feeling of their warmth close by.
LLOYD
Bro doesn’t sleep. Just putting that out there. He has constant nightmares (and visions later on), to the point where he has to take so much melatonin. He gets through the day by napping during the afternoon. He thinks he can subconsciously pick up on the fact that everyone is awake, and he feels safer like that.
He does have pajamas, but they’re mostly sweatpants and a t-shirt. No, they don’t match. Neither do his socks.
The worst sleep schedule out of everyone. He’s a total night owl and is horrible when it comes to waking up early. If there’s no mission involved, getting him out of bed before 12 is close to impossible.
Sleeps with the radio on. He has a tiny radio that he usually puts on his bedside table. He likes to listen to the news station the most. Does it make him more anxious? Yeah. Does he also like to be caught up with what’s going on outside of the crazy villains he fights on a daily basis? Also yes.
His bed is just made of plushies. He has all kinds of plushies, too. His favorite is a yarn plush of himself in one of his old GIs. He sleeps with it the most, as it was a gag gift from his dad after becoming the golden ninja. It went missing for a few days after his dad died, and he was devastated. He found out his mom had taken it and placed a voice recording inside of it that was his dad saying he loved him and was proud of him whenever he squeezed it. Like the Build-A-Bear things.
Each plushie has a name. He’s got a shark, a dragon, a cat, and a few others. The bigger plushies are typically the parents, and the smaller ones are the babies. He’s got lore for every single one of them, too, and nothing boring either. He’s got divorced plushies, plushies that have murdered others in cold blood, that have lost limbs, etc. If he’s got the time, he’ll tell you about it, but you’d have to coax him into it. He gets easily embarrassed by it.
He does cover the plushies when you do anything. He covers them all in a blanket that he has at the end of his bed. Speaking of which, his actual room isn’t decorated too much. He’s used to losing his home or at least not having a consistent one. Everything in his room can be easily packed into a bag under his bed, including the plushies.
Chronic clothes stealer. He’s by far the smallest of the group; he’s strong, yes, but he wears a size or two down from everyone else. He’s banned from the laundry room during laundry day until everyone has gotten their clothes out of the dryer. He’ll steal them otherwise.
He mostly takes hoodies, shirts, or socks. He doesn’t care if he looks stupid. He’ll take them. He’s stolen some of Nya’s scrunchies, Kai’s socks, Cole’s band t-shirts are in there somewhere, and Zane has a sweater or two he’s still looking for. Pray for your closet, because you’ll become the main culprit if you’re together. He will break into your residence whether you live at the monastery or not. He won’t get caught until he comes out wearing something of yours.
He at least knows not to take people’s favorite clothing items, though, so those are safe…for now. You’re on thin ice; he might just steal your favorite stuff for shits and giggles.
He also refused to sleep by himself. He already has a horrible sleep schedule, but he can (and will) wait for you to come to bed. He’d 100% stand in the doorway with a blanket over his shoulders, glaring at you if you refused to come to bed. He’s dragged you to bed more than a few times, too. It doesn’t matter if he’s the little spoon or the big spoon. You will come to bed with him and his children (the plushies).
Lloyd garmadon has scars all over his body and they should be kissed 🤷
(minors: do not interact)
you're so right ! he also
whimpers when you kiss him for a while and don't do anything about it
gets really touchy and twitchy if you kiss the scars on his stomach and thighs
lol kiss his circumcision scar he'd probably beg you to do something
please do something, don't tease him.
look, his scars are really sensitive. by kissing them he gets riled up pretty quickly.
take his cock in your mouth and he'll try not to buck into it
but you're so perfect
his hips keep stuttering if you don't hold him down
lick under his glans while you suck him off he'll hiccup and gasp
"f-fuck, please... you're so good, please... i wanna..."
he cannot complete any thoughts while you take him in your mouth, it's not feasible
don't look him in the eyes he'll cum
he's very weak for eye contact during anything. handy, blowie, p in v, p in a, fingering... anything.
even when he doms there's this air to him where he's there to give you pleasure no matter what. there is rarely ever a time he could be dominant and guide you when you give him a blow job or a hand job.
he's the type to service you because it makes him feel like you want him, need him.
he likes feeling needed.
so when you go on to service him, he turns into a puddle, begging you to finish him quickly or he might cry
Hi!! Can I req more Lloyd Fluff? Can be headcanons as bf or whatever you wish to write !! Ty love ur blog
yes of course! sorry it took me so long to reply~
relationship hcs with lloyd garmadon
masterlist here ~ ⁺ ◟ leave requests here
order details ~ ⁺ ◟ lloyd fluff headcanons as your bf!
pairing ~ ⁺ ◟ lloyd garmadon x gn!ninja!reader
word count ~ ⁺ ◟ 2013 wds.
includes ~ ⁺ ◟established relationship, reader is a ninja, we’re pretending harumi never existed nor happened (#1 llorumi hater here guys sorry), takes place before dragons rising, kind of indicated that reader is the youngest ninja, brief mentions of battle, we can all agree lloyds childhood kinda sucked
notes ~ ⁺ ◟this is my second lloyd fluff fic… maybe I should write angst for him next <3
synopsis ~ ⁺ ◟just some fluffy little headcanons about lloyd as your boyfriend!
· my guy lloyd definitely had the most thought-out confession ever, only to throw it all away immediately the instant he actually saw you
· he’d definitely catch you so off-guard with his declaration, both of you would be staring silently for a full five seconds before he promptly just collapsed and fainted
· of course, it’s adorable nonetheless, because it sends you into a panic as you try to slap him awake
· he acts so put together but he’s actually a huge mess underneath and you love him for it, it’s so sweet
· but I envision he’s also terrible at reading the room, as in, he chose the entirely wrong moment to lay out his undying love for you
· not. An. Ounce. Of subtlety or suave in this boy despite how hard he acts like he’s totally not a hundred percent down bad for you
He had planned it all perfectly. The candlelit dinner, he’d kicked out all the other Ninja from the Monastery, rose petals were scattered everywhere, and he had even ironed his rented suit from Dareth, before promptly burning it and deciding that a formal collared top was acceptable enough. Zane had been kind enough to help Lloyd prepare an elaborate dinner plan, to the point where even Kai asked Lloyd if this was a confession or proposal.
All of it was thrown out a twelve-story window onto the pavement the instant you walked through the Monastery gates, dirt smeared on your cheek from a mission in the forest, hair sticking up everywhere, ninja robes muddy and wrinkled.
In his eyes, you had definitely never looked more attractive.
Rubbing one eye in exhaustion, your vision focused on the awkward Green Ninja, savior of Ninjago multiple times, leader of the Ninja, holding a bouquet of squished roses and sweating buckets.
Before you could even get out a greeting, he tripped over his own feet and face-planted in the ground, causing you to blink in confusion.
“Are you… okay?” you leaned down to offer a helping hand, wondering why his eyes were shining like you had hung the stars. Sometimes you would question yourself why you had a crush on him.
“You’re so pretty,” he’d blurted out, sending a red blush straight through your entire body. The realization hit him exactly three seconds later, and he practically scrambled to his feet. “Ah- no- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that! Wait, no, you are really pretty, but I didn’t- I’m so sorry, you’re really not pretty- no, you ARE pretty, that’s what I meant, of course I don’t think you’re ugly, I like you so much, I’ve had a crush on you for years- and- no, did I just say that? Ignore all of that- the point is you’re not ugly- uh- yeah, I’m just going to go dig my grave now.”
He's stammering so fast that you can barely register a single word, but you do catch that one part near the end.
“You like me?” you repeat softly, still a bit disoriented having just returned from a mission. Lloyd’s face is the color of Kai’s uniform by now, with an expression as if he’s just been electrocuted. He manages the smallest, barely perceptible nod.
“So where does Wu keep his shovels? Because I’m going to go crawl into a hole and die now,” Lloyd mutters, chuckling nervously.
“Don’t do that. I can’t date you if you die in a hole,” you laugh, a wide grin over your face.
Unfortunately, this seems to short-circuit your future boyfriend, because at the word ‘date’, it’s like steam shooting from a kettle on the stove hissing out of his bright red ears, and he promptly falls onto the ground with a ‘splat’.
Your eyes widen in shock, as you try to shake him awake, but it’s no use- congratulations, you’ve broken the Green Ninja for good.
“Lloyd? Lloyd wake up! Lloyd, I like you too, so don’t go unconscious!”
· finally, you did wake him up long enough for you two to start dating, even if he feels like it’s all a dream created by him
· he’s so awkward, and you need the patience of gods, but it’s also greatly entertaining watching him try so hard to make everything perfect
· sometimes, you do have to assure him that you don’t need the perfect boyfriend, you just want to be with him, and he proceeds to melt into a broken puddle
· he’s always so into you and every little thing you do, and in the early stages of your relationship, the smallest action had him absolutely malfunctioning
· so much so that the other ninja will relentlessly tease him and bribe you to short-circuit him
· like you once scrunched your nose and pouted after drinking an oddly-flavored soda while walking together and he slammed his face into a pole
· occasionally needs to remind himself that he cannot embarrass himself like he did with the confession and propose in the middle of the street at 2pm on a random wednesday
· during missions together, you two work flawlessly, and he trusts you the most, you’re basically his second-in-command (or vice versa, considering that he would probably obey any order you gave him without a second thought)
· he has your back and you have his, not a single word needed- it’s like you can read each other’s minds. he's surprisingly chill during fights, not fussing over your every action or refusing to let you do anything risky (though he may warn you)
· however, if you two get separated during a battle, oh boy
· if you’re separated, he is full-out panicking. If he sees you being overwhelmed by enemies, than god save their souls because he is decimating entire legions to get to your side (and he knows that if even you are being overpowered, these are stronger than ordinary enemies)
· on the other hand, if he doesn’t see where you are, it may be even worse, because his ruthlessness towards the opponents just shot up by 500% due to his fear
· every time he spots a ninja, he is yelling at them, asking if they’ve seen you, and he’s blasting a path through the armies to try and spot where you may be, but the fear of the unknown of your fate is causing his movements to become sloppy and disorganized, so you’d better hope he finds you soon
· fear definitely controls him the most, and his overthinking spirals rapidly
· the instant he finds you, it’s like a sucker punch of relief, and he’s back in his element- maybe needs a few breaths to compose himself, but with a reassurance from you, it’s back to turning the tides of battle
· outside of battle, you two have perfectly matched energies still, of course
· one of his favorite dates with you is being able to enjoy ‘childish’ things- going to the fair, arcades, amusement parks, or just things he never got the chance
· because with you, it all feels a hundred times better than alone, and you always encourage him to let down the leader façade and pressure from his destiny
· and let it be known that every worker at these places know you two very well, whether because his excitement is so loud, or he can’t resist telling every person he comes across that he belongs to you
· “this is my amazing lover, they’re so perfect and we’re on our 39th date, we’ve been together for eight months two weeks and five days-”
· “sir im a janitor”
· everybody, or the public, hears that the green ninja is dating someone and questions who could have possibly measured up to the power, the grandiose legend of ninjago’s hero?
· completely unaware that this hero is currently laying with his head in your lap, mouth stuffed full of cheesy snacks as he complains about the level of the video game he can’t beat, while you’re nodding along and running your hand through his hair
· “that’s nice sweetie”
· oh, stars forbid you stop petting his hair too, because he’ll immediately stop talking, eyes narrowed in disbelief towards you, as if asking how you gained the audacity to take your hand away
· you’ll be like, what? and he just huffs, turning his body around to face away from you, despite the fact he’s still very much cuddled on your lap (even the first spinjitzu master wouldn’t be able to pry him away from you during these domestic moments)
· petty little loser, he just keeps huffing, occasionally throwing in a ‘you know what you did’ while you’re unable to control your laughter
· your relationship gives him the warmth he never had as a kid, a chance to relax and leave the world behind him and just be lloyd
BONUS- HOW THE NINJA SEE YOUR RELATIONSHIP :
· honest to god, kai and nya asked if you were feeling alright when you first told them you had a crush on lloyd
· straight up took you to misako
· that’s their little brother, of course, but it’s also their little brother who once saw a laundry tide pod and proceeded to vomit bubbles for a week
· still, after determining you are somehow of healthy mind, they’re the most supportive people ever- and the two work together to boost your relationship
· kai is encouraging lloyd and giving him advice that is admittedly, sort of helpful, sort of terrible, it’s really a 50/50 chance but lloyd is writing it all down on a yellow notepad
· nya is your moral support when you are horrified that you like your team leader, pulling you out from spirals about the consequences
· zane is fully supportive of course- unknown to each of you before actually dating, he would help you and lloyd figure out your feelings and how to act
· big brother zane on top fr
· lloyd had to tape jay’s mouth shut, and he was the last to find out about your crushes on each other
· this blabbermouth could not keep a secret for his life- if lloyd hadn’t accidentally confessed, you know the next day jay would’ve blurted it out when you asked him what he wanted for breakfast
· “hey jay, does scrambled eggs sound alright?”
· “LLOYD’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR TWO YEARS-”
· [proceeds to get absolutely decimated by an energy ball, here lies jay: disintegrated because he couldn’t shut up]
· but he’s still supportive yeah
· cole- imagining him as your big brother figure, this guy watched you grow up and train and you have a crush?
· buddy he can’t even fathom the concept that you’re not still a wide-eyed kid who could barely manage spintjizu and five apples tall
· definitely irritated as hell at lloyd (who has no idea what he’s done, as this is pre-relationship) for like a week and a half until wu gives him a talk about growing up and blah blah
· he supports you wholeheartedly nonetheless, once he did some digging (as in, shoving lloyd against a wall) and found out that lloyd liked you
· and somehow after this interaction, lloyd still did not figure out that you liked him as well
· in summary, they all adore your relationship, and the moment you and lloyd finally get together, the wedding plans begin to roll out (unbeknownst to you two)
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Sanji were exploring a village apart from the crew. A small, secluded place with strange customs. Caught in the act of self pleasure, you’ve been sentenced to an unusual sort of punishment. Now, chained up and stripped down in the village center, you’ve been made available to anyone who wants you. You expect Sanji to come to your rescue... He does. But his solution wasn’t quite the one you had in mind.
| Sanji gives reader an aphrodisiac and orchestrates the whole thing| Reader is reluctant at first, but is into it by the end
Content: Public Sex, Humiliation, DubCon, Bondage, Manipulation, Aphrodisiac, Creampie, Masturbation, Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Word Count: 2.2k
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The events that led you to this situation had become hazy, at best. You and Sanji had broke from the crew to explore a more remote part of the island. It had intended to be a simple adventure, a single night in the unknown land and back to the Sunny by morning.
The village was small and remote enough that they didn’t often have visitors from the outside. Nevertheless, they’d been welcoming. Friendly and accommodating. They eagerly answered all of Sanji’s questions about the rare ingredients said to grow in the region- the reason you’d made this venture in the first place.
You ate, you laughed, you mingled. All had been going well. But, some time after lunch when the sun was rising high you’d started to feel a… certain kind of urge. Discreetly, you distanced yourself from the village. Far enough away for the privacy you needed- or so you thought.
Leaned back on a large sunny rock by the river, you slid your hand down the front of your shorts. Fingers quickly finding and circling your clit. You were so, so wet. You weren’t even sure what had set you off, but once that feeling hit you it rose in intensity and demanded immediate attention. The apex of your thighs slicked together with every step by the time you’d arrived. Feeling safe enough, you settled back and got to work.
Your pussy clenched hard when you came. But your body wasn’t satisfied. Still so horny, you rolled your shorts down, sliding them off. Your panties following suit. You held them bunched in your hand surprised at just how soaked they were. You set them aside, needing both hands to reach your pleasure. One staying to stimulate your clit, the other busy pumping your own fingers inside you. One finger. Two. Three. You fucked your hand shamelessly, knees spread as far as you could get them. Heels dug into the rock, pushing your hips up, trying to get any bit deeper.
And that was how they’d found you. Sanji and a local guide emerging from the jungle to find you there, fucking yourself crazy. Your hands didn’t stop even as you head snapped over to look at them, eyes wide in shock. It was too late. The moment you met Sanji’s gaze you came and a filthy groan ripped from your body.
And just like that, you became a criminal. Apparently, the village had some twisted laws around sex that no one had thought to explain to you. Masturbation was a crime. And the punishment? Well. The punishment was you, now on display in the village center. Wrists tied high to wooden poles on either side of you, stripped down and offered up to anyone who wanted a ride.
You flushed with humiliation, unable to cover your naked body from the eyes around you. The village was small, but it felt like everyone had come out to see you served up. Eyes scanning the crowd, you saw women giggling to each other. Men with grins on their faces, some already pawing at their crotch. They pressed in closer, waiting for the signal commencing the punishment- eager for their turn.
Fingers gripped your chin and turned your face forward, “don’t look at them.” Sanji’s eyes were intense as they bore into you.
“Sanji, please,” you begged, “don’t let them… please don’t let them-“
“Shhhh,” he soothes, fingers trailing the side of your face. “I talked to the Elder. They won’t rescind your sentence.”
“But-“
“But-“ he interrupts, “they’re willing to make some… concessions.”
You licked your lips nervously, “what kind of concessions?”
“Usually the way it works,” he explained, “is first come, first serve,” his eyes dart around to the salivating crowd. “But, they’re willing to make an exception.”
“An exception?” You ask, eyes flicking to the side at the men getting closer. Sanji redirects your focus back to him.
“They’ll let me go first.”
Your eyes widen, “what- but- Sanji-“
“Shhh,” he shushes you again. “It’s only for a little while.” His hand drops from your face and falls to his waist where he starts slowly unbuckling his belt. Despite yourself, you can’t take your eyes off the nimble movement of his fingers. A heat again pulling between your legs, to your own humiliation.
Sanji slowly unzips his pants and reaches down to grab his cock. Already hard, his angry tip flushed and dripping with sticky precum. He grabs his heavy cock in one hand, slowly stroking, coating himself in his own slick.
“Sanji, wait-“ he steps towards you and grabs your thighs, lifting your legs to lock around his waist. You can feel the heat of his cock against your naked pussy. He lets it drop, slapping against your clit. You hiss at the feeling and slowly he rubs his length along your slit, cock deliciously grazing your clit with every movement.
Despite the utterly humiliating position you found yourself in, you felt your pussy clench around nothing. Tears pricked at your eyes at the betrayal of your own flesh. Sanji’s thumb moved to gently wipe them away.
“It’s about to begin,” he tells you. Your heart races and your breaths are shallow with panic. “My turn lasts until I pull out of you,” he states matter-of-factly, aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. A bell sounds from behind you and he pushes in, leaning forward bringing his lips to the shell of your ear. “So I won’t pull out,” he whispers.
Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, fingers gripping the ropes holding you in place, as he slides in deeper. He bottoms out with a heavy sigh, the front of his body pressing against you. He slides his hands to your lower back, holding you flush against him.
“H-how long do we have to stay like this?” you ask, eyes focusing on the buttons of his shirt, unable to look him in the eyes- and unwilling to look anywhere else.
“Just a little while,” he promises. “Then it’s over.”
“You’ll stay with me, right? You won’t leave me?”
“Of course, princess. I’ll be right here the whole time. I won’t let anyone else have a turn with you, they’ll just stay right where they are.” You bit your lip, nodding. “I’m going to start moving now,’ he tells you.
Your eyes snap up to his, “what- why? Can’t you just… stay like this?”
He shakes his head and looks down at your pitiful face, “it doesn’t actually count as fucking you if I don’t move. And for as long as I’m inside you, I have to keep fucking you. So, I’m gonna move now. Just a little bit.”
He uses his strong hands to bounce you on his cock. Slowly. Rhythmically. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, letting him do what he needs to. “That’s it, princess. You just let me take care of it, okay? Trust your prince.”
You nod, breath shaky, “okay, Sanji. I’ll trust you.”
With eyes closed, you didn’t see the sly grin that bloomed across his face. Sanji’s gaze dropped to your breasts, watching them bounce with the movement of his hips. Nipples hard and cunt wet, he knew you were fighting the way your body was begging you to give in. The side effects of the spice he’d given you earlier wouldn’t fizzle out for hours still. He’d made sure of that.
That very special spice was why he brought you here, though he didn’t tell you that. At least- he didn’t tell you why. He’d planned all along to give it to you, going over the possibilities in his mind, trying to deduce the most perfect moment for it. When he’d caught a glimpse of the village laws in the elder's house this morning, a sinister plot had cemented itself in his mind. He made sure to give you the right dosage during lunch, and wait until the right moment to “realize” you were missing. Bringing the right witness along with him. He’d nearly cum in his pants watching you finger yourself in the jungle, cumming as soon as you saw him.
The memory of it shivered through him and he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He angled your hips up, tipping you back and earning a yelp of surprise from you. Tilted back as you were, Sanji could admire the swell of your breasts more fully, bouncing more freely- faster now. And he wasn’t the only one. The villagers' attention was locked onto your body, on the way you were being fucked by him. Some still standing nearby in hopes for a turn he would never give them. Some stroking their own cocks while enjoying the show. Some bouncing women of their own in their laps.
His cock twitched under the weight of their attention. Knowing they were looking at you, watching him claim you so publicly. It was so filthy. So erotic. It made him so horny he could barely register that corner of his mind that told him it was wrong. That he was wrong for what he was doing.
He already knew it was wrong. He knew he was wrong- deeply, fundamentally. Knew he was a disgusting, nasty man who would go to hell for all the disgusting, nasty things he had done- and will do- to you. And knowing it only made him hornier.
He slipped one hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. You sucked in a gasp, “Sanji-“
“It’ll be easier this way,” he tells you. “It’ll be more bearable if you let it feel good.”
You bit your lip, grappling with the rational part of you that told you it wouldn’t and the louder part that responded to Sanji’s masterful ministrations. He knew just how to touch you and your body instinctively recognized the promise of pleasure his fingers provided.
“Especially…” he adds, “for what comes next.”
Your pulse races, traitorous cunt clenching, “what comes next?” the fear and pleasure fighting for dominance in your voice.
“You have to confess.”
“What?”
“You have to confess your crime. Confess what you did, confess why you’re being punished. Confess your sins,” his words fall from his lying fucking mouth. There was nothing in the ritual that demanded that. But, he couldn’t resist. “Tell them,” he says, hips moving a little faster, finger pressing a little harder into your clit. “Tell them what you did.”
Your pussy squeezed him again. “I… I touched myself,” you meekly confessed. Voice so quiet under the sounds of him wetly pumping into you.
“Louder. They need to hear it.” You whimpered. “Just look at me. Look at me when you say it.”
You swallowed thickly, eyes locked onto his. Your voice louder this time. “I touched myself.”
“Why?”
“I… I was so horny. I couldn’t help it.”
“So you snuck off to play with yourself?” his filthy question made your cunt clench.
“Yes,” you admitted.
“How? How did you play with yourself?”
“I rubbed my clit…”
Sanji smacked his hand against your clit before rolling it between his fingers, “like this?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded.
“What else?”
“I put my fingers inside my pussy.”
“How many?”
“Three.”
“How did it feel?”
“It felt really good. Really good~" Sanji could feel you getting close now. You were so fucking wet he had to be careful not to accidentally slip out of you.
“What happened then?”
Your legs tightened around him, hips making small undulations against him. “I came. I came so hard.”
“You saw us arrive, didn’t you? And you didn’t stop right away. No, you just couldn’t stop. It made you cum, getting caught- didn’t it?”
“Yes, yes,” you were getting close. “I couldn’t help it,” tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.
“You liked it, getting seen like that,” his picked up his pace, “and now everyone fucking sees you. Now everyone is going to watch you cum.”
“Fuck, I am gonna cum,” the confession rips from your body followed by a nasty moan as you cream on his cock. But Sanji doesn’t stop. Your time isn’t up and he couldn’t bring himself to pull out of you even if it was.
He pumped his hips faster, groaning. “Wait, Sanji, don’t,” you pleaded, “if you cum…” He smiled despite the panic in your voice.
“Don’t worry, princess. I still won’t stop. No matter how many times I cum inside you.” It was no task for him, to fuck you for your allotted sentence. But he’d taken some of that spice too, just to share in that savage desire. And fuck, did it feel good.
His fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, holding your bodies tightly together as his cum shot hot and deep into you. Before even catching his breath he was bouncing you again, cum spilling out of you and splattering to the ground as he thrust his cock. “I’m the only one who gets to punish you, Princess.”
One of my favorite headcanons is that he has dragon horns and a tail, and im adding on to that because i love it. Whenever he's sitting next to you, his tail will start touching your leg a little bit, and he never realizes he's doing it. Dont mention it, though, he'll get very embarrassed and move it to the other side of him, but it never stays there for long. This has led to a couple of times where he goes to stand up and just faceplants because he didn't notice his tail wrapped around your leg.
You know how with goats when they're too aggressive and they get pool noodles on their horns. You've threatened to do that to him multiple times. he always thinks you're joking, but he has no idea you already have them in the closet waiting.
I imagine later on in your relationship, if you weren't already, you'd move into the monastery. He says it's just to keep you safer, but he really wants to be closer to you. Now, your rooms could be on opposite ends of the hallway, and you'd still wake up to him knocked out on top of you, just curled up on your chest. You have no idea how it happens. He has no idea how it happens. But neither of you really complain about it.
You're the only person he trusts to take care of his plants when he's on missions. Hes named all of them and goes into great detail when telling you about them. His favorite is his monstera named Frank.
this one is a bit self-indulgent, but i dont care. If you're of oni decent like my oc is, he's slightly terrified of the fact that you have the ability to take him out. he also thinks its kinda hot but will never say that to your face.
can I request a tall fem reader x Lloyd hc? (◍•ᴗ•◍) ty!!
this was really fun to do as someone whose only 5 foot 3 and has never been called tall in their entire life
As the second shortest of the group, only beating Jay (at least to me), he's very used to people being taller than him. hes also very used to the resident Tall People (Cole and Zane) putting things sometimes where he can't reach them, so hes very glad he has you to help him. although he's not afraid to climb on the counter. or shelf. or you, to be honest.
Kai once walked in on him climbing up to your shoulders so you two could get something from on top of the fridge and he referred to you both as "jack and the beanstalk" for an entire month.
Loves getting hugs from you because you can completely envelope him and hide him from whatever's bothering him. Totally not because his face is right next to your chest. The fact that his face is red every time you pull away must've a figment of your imagination. A reacurring one. :)
he is not the type of partner that won't let you wear platforms or heels to be even taller. he doesn't care. he might joke a few times that he needs some of his own. i think he would actually really like platforms that aren't super tall (like 2-3 inches), but you're definitely gonna have to help him walk at first. (This is coming from experience, btw)
so many height related nicknames between the two of you. Call him "pipsqueak," though, and he will throw a riot. It's his "least favorite" for reasons he refuses to tell you. (he might like it a little bit more than he's willing to admit)
He will never let you feel bad about being taller than him. He genuinely loves it, and he's not afraid to tell you that. he loves being able to look up to you both literally and figuratively.
