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SANJI KNEW HE FUCKED UP WHEN PUDDING SHOWED HER TRUE COLORS. The basket filled with a variety of food that he cooked with love is still hot and steaming—his expectations for her crumbled into pieces as he heard her spiteful, mocking comments towards him while he listened to her conversation with Reiju.
“Do you want to know how he proposed to me?”
Right, he expected too much from them.
A cigarette will calm him down. The stupid lighter did not even give him compensation because of the rain.
“What an idiot! Who’s gonna marry a failure like him?”
Tears brimming in his warm grey-blue eyes, his nerves were up to the roof while forcing himself to hold back a sob. Everything became black and white. Suddenly, the bouquet of flowers in his hand lost its vibrant color.
Sanji really was a fool for thinking a woman could ever love him.
He even fought his own captain for the marriage—going as far as to sever his connections with his crew, especially you. Sanji shuts his eyes tight at the painful memory of him glaring coldly at you, the last thing he ever wants to do to his…
His what? Calling you his friend wasn’t enough; he knew he’d be lying and underestimating his true feelings for you. You were someone that he holds very dear to his heart—and the one he hurt.
Sanji feels his body growing weak. There was no point in getting involved with Big Mom to protect his friends, and the confirmation that Reiju may be protected under her protection. Every calculation he had made was wrong.
He thought everything would be alright if he sacrificed himself.
Only the rain gave him comfort to hide his tears. He pulled himself away from them, wanting to just walk aimlessly forever to get away from his mistakes. To look from afar and be alone.
Were you all still there? He shamelessly thinks with regret and shame. Sanji wants to disappear forever—from hurting the people he loves, from trusting his enemies more than his friends, for thinking that he was doing the right thing.
Were Luffy and the others still fighting for him?
That hope disappeared when realization dawned upon him. He knew that it was too late for him to go back.
Of course, Luffy proved that wrong.
Tears pour out of his eyes as he witnesses his own captain waiting for him. From the looks of it, he hasn't eaten for many days— the bones in his body, the structure of his jaw too prominent for a normal, well-fed human.
Sanji could not help but feel frustrated.
Luffy would never let that happen. The others do feel the same way, especially you. Getting in trouble with one of the Four Emperors did not scare you one bit.
It was losing Sanji that did.
“Sanji..” His captain weakly calls out to him.
Luffy's appetite immediately became stronger as he picked up the scent of Sanji's cooking. Opening the bento box, it may look unappetizing, yet he did not hesitate to pick up a chunk of the food—he immediately recognized that each food holds a significance to his crew.
“SO YUMMYYYY!!”
He picked up the cooked pasta with his fork. Luffy was already replenishing his energy. "This is [Name]'s favorite food!” He lets out a giggle, savoring the twinge of spice in his taste buds.
Sanji's frustration waver at the mention of your name.
What face do you have right now? Will you ever forgive him?
Maybe it is for the better if you find someone else better than him. Sanji's heart clutched at the thought of you being with someone other than him. His eyes landed back on his captain, who was happily enjoying his food.
"Sanji, I'm here for you."
Wearing a white tuxedo, he remembered his moments while in enemy territory—how Pudding looked at him with such “love” even though deep down, Sanji knew her true personality.
"Can you make this for me?"
Your words rang over his ears, suddenly feeling his heart beat fast. He furrowed his eyebrows, missing the way your smile brightens up his entire day.
The way your scent makes him swoon when you walk past him, the way you reciprocate his flirtations without hesitation, the way your casual touches on his skin send him to a spiral of bliss, and the way you protect him when he has to deal with women who are considered a threat to his friends.
You're the only one.
When he hadn’t heard your voice from one of Brulee’s mirror pieces, he figured you were upset.
You should be. He could never blame you.
Hearing his friends' voices made him feel relieved. He was so touched to hear them miss him. They were crying for him, for his sake.
The guilt doubled over when you walk passed by him while being inside Capone Bege's devil fruit. It hurts when you still acknowledge him with a dim smile— as if he did not betray your heart.
He would rather have you act like Nami. It was too pitiful, undeserving of him to see you act kind towards him.
Have you not harbor any hatred at him at all?
Or have you finally moved on with another man which is why it is easy for you to brush him off?
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“Sanji!”
Nami, Carrot, and Chopper shouted out to him with relief in their voices. He wore a grin as they latched onto him, taken aback when Sanji witnessed how Nami's teary eyes gazed upon him, making him touched.
“You guys..”
A moment of peaceful silence passed after successfully getting away from the enemies bombing them, with the waves of the ocean breezing to fill the noise.
Nami parted her mouth open.
“She's waiting for you inside, y’know,” She informed with a sentimental tone, making Sanji's heartbeat pick up. He can imagine his courage slowly slipping away at the thought of having to face you.
Sanji dragged his whole body inside the ship. His nose picked up the scent of someone cooking—the spices of bell pepper made him realize that you were cooking a dish. “[Name]-chan?”
Your ears finally perked up, hearing Sanji's voice for such a long time. You switch off the stove before turning to him. Sanji blinked before getting close to you with an endearing look, “You don’t have to tire yourself out! It’s my job to feed you all.”
You gaze at him without speaking, making Sanji wallow in guilt—you were free to shout at him, scream at him, hit him, and just let out your frustrations.
“[Name]-chan, l..”
Sanji’s lips quiver; tears were about to spill out of his eyes, making you alarmed. You immediately walk towards him, resting your hands on his shoulders while he wears a good white tuxedo.
“Why are you crying?” Your voice rang softly in his ears, making him sniffle. He can feel your soft fingers wiping the dirt away from his face.
You know the answer, but for once, you can't give yourself to be mad at him. You were just so glad to have him back on your ship.
Fingers wiped his cheeks, making him look at you with so much vulnerability. “You look good in a tuxedo, Sanji.”
You want to lighten up the mood with that remark, making only you chuckle in response to your own statement. “I didn’t you were that eager to be married that much,” You tease with a smile.
“I miss you, Sanji. I’m very glad you’re back,” Your fingers run through his blonde hair, getting a feel of his stubble—pinching the loose skin.
This makes you furrow your eyebrows, noticing that he looks skinnier than usual. "Have you been eating? Why do you look like you faced hell?" You click your tongue. “Did they beat you up? I expected something better from the Vinsmokes.”
Yes, he faced hell. Not only did he have to get to meet his shitty father again, but he had to face the harsh truth of the woman that he had to wed, who mocked his situation.
That his cooperation with the marriage did nothing to spare not just your lives, but his sister’s and his family in the East Blue—he was truly hopeless for him to rely on a half-assed relationship to avoid his problems.
Sanji wrapped his arms around you, and you let him. You missed the warmth of his embrace. He buries his face on the crook of your neck, your scent comforting him.
His mouth opened a little while holding back a sob.
You are a woman with a gentle and kind soul; he feels unworthy of your care. His knees already gave out as he let out an ugly sob; your arms automatically wrapped around his body. “Shh… shh…”
Sanji wept quietly, loving the warmth of your embrace as he took a shaky breath to calm himself down. He rested his head on your chest, letting himself become comfortable with getting vulnerable with you. No flirty remarks, no worshipping, no swooning—just a heart-to-heart talk with you.
He looks into your eyes with longing, wanting to show you how badly he missed you. How he wants to touch you more. How he wants to be closer to you than before.
But Sanji knew it wasn’t his right yet to love you until you had forgiven him. He pushed himself away from you, sitting across from you while turning his head away out of shame.
He should be ashamed! Who does he think he is?!
“I'm sorry, [Name]-chan. For hurting you, for not relying on you all..”
His words touched you, your hand caressing his jaw. You gave him a soft smile when his eyes already met yours.
Sanji flinched in response because all he can see is warmth and love in your eyes. It makes him want to curl up in a hole for experiencing such a blessing.
Don’t do this to me. Sanji thinks in sorrow and guilt.
“[Name]-chan… please get mad at me, punch me, beat me up, or even ignore me! Just please… you do not deserve to be with someone like me.”
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“Is that so?” You look at him with an amused smile, enjoying how he panics. The blonde cook in front of you keeps muttering apologies and several ways to punish him for being a bad crewmate.
You tug his tie before your lips crash with his, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.
He was too shocked at your action, making his mouth agape. You slid your tongue inside his mouth, taking the opportunity to make him quiet. Your ears met with a whimper. “Nn—!”
Both of you exchanged salivas, the desire and the tension between you two fueled. Sanji wants to control himself and pulled away out of shock before it gets even farther.
“W-Why?”
“Don’t you have to make it up to me?” Your lips whispered like honey melting his mind, the ringing inside quieting down at the sensation of your lips peppering kisses on his neck. “Sanji, I only want you.”
Ba-dump
Did he hear you right? His heart is beating erratically, your confession rendering him speechless. Because he thought all of it was just one-sided.
That you’re only indulging in his flirtations out of boredom.
Ba-dump
“[Name]-chan!”
He can feel his blood rushing to his cheeks, his body trembling. Sanji choked on his saliva when he saw the hunger in your eyes while guiding his hand in underneath the hem of your dress.
The blood rushes down to his cock.
“Do you know how difficult it is for me to finish without you?” You whisper in his ear sensually, making Sanji gulp down the saliva in his throat at your erotic words—he lets out a breathy groan when he boldly slips his fingers into your panties, feeling the damp spot by rubbing you through them.
What color are you wearing right now? He feels his pants getting tighter.
It feels so warm in his fingers. He notices how your face tries to not scrunch up in desperation for more friction at his slow pace. He moves your panties in one side, the feeling of your wet pussy lips triggers his fingers like an electric shock.
Sanji tests the waters by giving a slight nudge on your clit with his finger, making you gasp. He crashes his lips once again over yours, swallowing your moans when he slips his fingers inside your cunt and slowly thrusting them with acute precision.
Shlick. Shlick.
You are so wet for him. He spreads his fingers apart inside your pussy— making your breath morphed into a muffled whine when you bite your lip.
You sound too beautiful, he doesn’t want the others to hear you fall apart. His cock desperately wanting to be free with how cute and messy you’re falling apart from his fingers.
The lust inside your body heightens quickly when you watch him lick his fingers and moan like he has tasted the finest dessert. “I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart,” he starts while his hand slowly falls on your lower back, peppering kisses over your neck. “In my room,” Sanji continued breathily, feeling himself salivate.
Fuck. Your sly hand untying his tie, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before you two head to his quarters with an intense gaze—he lets himself get dragged by you with a dazed grin.
Nothing makes Jax Teller harder than his innocent partner. She's everything Jax wants - soft, naïve and clueless.
༘⋆ Inexperienced ! reader who can get off from dry humping alone.
'You're doing so well, baby,' He whispers, pushing damp hair from your eyes.
The rough denim dragging against your clothed cunt was just right. 'Feels good, doesn't it?' You let out a small, pathetic, whine. 'You're doing good, baby.' he assures - rubbing his cheek against yours.
Your hips buck desperately, mewling every time your panty clad cunt bumps against his bulge. 'm'close Jackie,' you cry into his mouth, your nails scraping through his hair.
'My pretty girl' he hums softly, rubbing his hands up and down your shivering body as you hit your peak.
༘⋆ Inexperienced reader with an oral fixation.
You'll toy with Jax's rings, then lift his index finger to your lips and suck it into your mouth.
'Open wider, baby, c'mon' He mumbles fixated on your pretty pink lips stretched around his fingers.
༘⋆ Inexperienced reader who comes in her panties from sucking Jax off.
AKA :: yn is the sixth member of cortis, also the one who's OVERLY downbad for ahn keonho ever since they were trainees, and it was obvious keonho felt the same BUT THEY'RE SOOOOO STUPIDD
01 02 03 ᰔ profanity, my dumbahh humor, false rumors, crack, depreik kono, fem + keonho, mentions of kya from kiikiii, ian, carmen, a-na and yuha from h²h
raialogue 𝜗ৎ. :: ion rlly have much to say rn so enjoy part three guyssss, made my first taglist !!! it's at the very end, lmk if u wanna be added 🥹 gn i'm sleeping it's 3AM
cw: bullying, dark content, harmful behavior, name calling, obsession, jealousy, toxic! theo. very short, please do not read if you don't like this content!
requested by anon!
Theo tried to explain why he was hostile towards you, but he actually hadn't a clue in the world. It was just like he was possessed every time you appeared - his mind subconsciously finding you just to torment you. He was not that guy, not at all. Theo had no explanation, and he wasn't exactly sure he even wanted one either. The worst of it all was the guilt and regret every time you left running away from him.
Another thing was that you absolutely hated him. Unfortunately for you both, that turned him on more than anything. The way your eyes would roll had him blushing in class, the way you would groan his last name at the sight of him - merlin, that is why he was confused.
Did he hate you or want you?
Theo felt like he would never, ever get his answer. That was until today.
His head shot up from looking at the floor, his legs stopped abruptly - your laughter. He heard it distinctly amongst the students who were laughing themselves - passing him by. When he finally spotted you, he felt his heart stop. You were close - too close, to some random Gryffindor boy who had you throwing your head back. It could not be that funny.
It felt like his insides were being twisted. God, he was going to the beat the shit out of whoever that fucker was.
He silently watched the exchange; yet his dead eyes did not hold what he was feeling inside. His body moved on its own towards where you stood with the random boy, even if really he had no plan. Still, he strutted to you - already catching your eyes. The jealous feeling subsided only momentarily, but returning tenfold when you rolled your eyes and averted your gaze back to the other man.
"Here we go." He heard you mutter under your breath. Theo would have felt guilty if he wasn't so consumed by the green demon.
He hardly spoke to you; his 'bullying' was more actions than words. He wondered often if you preferred that or if he should start speaking to you. Now was a good time to test that theory out. "Well," He started.
Easily, he towered over you. You kept your eyes to the side, refusing to make eye contact with him. A habit you had started doing recently. Perhaps you thought he would leave you alone if you did so. How wrong you were, it only made him pursue that much more. A challenge to get your attention.
Theo sent a deadly look to the gryffindor who stood his ground with a glare. "Leave." Theo turned his attention back to you, but quickly went back to the boy when he huffed out a no.
Yeah, he gave him a chance - now, he was going to beat the shit out him. He let out a huff of air meant to be a subtle chuckle, "You lions are so fucking dumb, ya know that? She is mine, now leave."
The boy looked to you for confirmation. You held up a hand, shaking your head. "I am not his, but it's fine - we were leaving anyways." You went to grab his hand, another boys hand - he felt a surge of possessiveness.
Quickly, Theo punched the boy before you made contact with him. A sharp gasp leaving your lips, one that he would cherish in his daydreams later.
"I said to leave-"
"Stop!" You screamed trying to get Theodore from fighting an unprovoked boy once again as this was not the first time, he had done this. The bloodied boy stayed on the floor, groaning in pain. Theo still kept his stoic expression as he straightened his tie, he grabbed you by your own tie.
"What did I tell you?" He spoke calmly - too calm for someone who had just attacked another.
"You're psycho!" You slipped the tie off with a spell, leaving it in his hands. You retreated without looking back much, but not before yelling. "I fucking hate you, Nott!"
He brought the tie up to his nose, closing his eyes as he took your scent in. God, if only he could get over whatever the fuck he was doing - he would have you in his arms. He knew at that thought alone, that he was completely obsessed with you. He must have been subconsciously trying to get closer to you in the worse way possible. He would fix this; he would and then - you would be his.
(A/N): How many people actually want Luca Changretta stuff? It's just me? This is self service? Fucking watch me
You met Luca Changretta in New York, before all his problems started, and before revenge became so important to him.
He wasn’t a saint by any means, but he’d let you in and let you see the man under the tough exterior.
He’d asked you to marry him shortly after you’d started seeing each other.
He was pretty traditional in certain beliefs. Never swore in front of ladies; rarely swore at all. He’d pull out your chair, open your door as you stepped out the car. He held family above all else. He had a provider mentality. He helped with your coat, lit your cigarette for you. He was a nice church-going man.
He was possessive, but not in a juvenile manner. He protected what was his, and you were his, unquestioned.
He was a devoted lover. Behind closed doors, he’d so gently kiss your knuckles, and he’d whisper italian poetry that you never fully understood.
You knew who he was, but initially, it seemed so far away from your doorstep. He tried to keep the job separate from the house. He refused to host the people he deemed ‘too risky’ at your home. If anyone began shop talk at your dinner table, they were fixed with an immediate look. If he ever came home bloody or bruised, he’d first go change and clean up before he greeted you. It made you think he was cheating for a short while, but that misunderstanding got cleared up soon after.
He’d come home one day, shaken to the core. He’d tried to turn away, head to the bedroom to change, clean up, get rid of the blood on his knuckles, get rid of the shirt that really couldn’t be cleaned up at this point. But then he saw you, sitting on the living room sofa, and all his will power left him. He’d collapsed next to you, and before you could even ask what was wrong, he’d buried his face in the safe warmth of your neck. He hadn’t cried. He never cried. But he’d stayed there, so silent and still, for atleast ten minutes. You’d asked him what was wrong once, twice, thrice. Then you just decided to leave him be as you gently carded your fingers through his hair.
After that incident, he was much more lenient about mixing work and home. He wouldn’t ever discuss it in front of you, but work meetings happened at home sometimes now. You hated it but never said anything to him. You should’ve.
You’d learned to make peace with his violence.
He’d always wanted kids, he’d let you know as much. But you’d made it pretty clear from the start; you wouldn’t be bringing a child into this house until it was a proper home, and until you had the reassurance that everytime Luca walked out that door, he’d be walking back in. Luca always promised he’d stop. Just this last job. Just this last meeting. Just this last city. Just this last enemy. It never happened.
When he’d wanted to go to Birmingham, you’d asked him not to. You understood why he needed to, you really did. But still you requested him not to. You didn’t beg, you never did; It would sicken you to do it and sicken him to see it.
“You know why I have to.”
“Yes, but still I’m asking you. Stay.”
“Why will I stay? Why are you asking me if you understand?”
“I have a bad feeling. That’s enough for you to stay.”
“Not this time, tesoro.”
He refused to let you accompany him either.
The last time you saw him was as he stepped into the car to leave. The last words he spoke to you were, “I won’t be longer than a month and half.” But the silence that followed has lasted ever since.
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Lemme know what you think of these headcanons. I'm always open to constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate any feedback, and I wanna hear what y'all thought of it.
Summary: House is going to propose to you but your nail color is not what he was expecting
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 0.5k
P.s. based off a request by anonymous
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"Bright fucking green! Out of all the colors she could have chosen, she chooses bright green!" Wilson could only watch as his best friend loses his mind.
"Why would she choose now to venture out of her comfort zone! She's had some funky colors before, but BRIGHT FUCKING GREEN!?" House paces the room, as best he can, occasionally swinging his cane around wildly.
Wilson can only feel pity for his friend and a tad bit of guilt. He was the one who told House to make sure you got your nails done before he proposed to you. He was scolded by his ex about not warning her before and he just wanted his best friend to have a better proposal than he did.
He never thought this would be the outcome. "Why don't you just tell her to get them done again? This time something a little more tame.'" House stops mid-pace pondering the suggestion before shaking his head and collapsing onto Wilson's couch.
"I can't. She likes them too much and she was so proud of herself for going outside of her comfort zone. It would crush her if I told her to change to her normal color." Wilson shakes his head at his friend, glad that he actually is considering your feelings, but knowing House is going to find an elaborate way to make you change them. Most likely hurting your feelings even more than if he was to tell you.
Luckily, House did not have to create an elaborate plan as you walked in with a fresh new set of nails. "There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" House sits up as you come bounding over to him holding up your hands to show your very natural looking nails. "What do ya think?"
House looks from your face to your nails before pulling you down onto his lap. You yelp in surprise and try to avoid his bad leg as you are manhandled into a straddling position on top of him.
"I love you so much." Another yelp leaves your mouth as House smashes his lips onto yours. You pull back slightly panting and questioning his actions.
"All I did was change my nail color." He pulls you back in for another kiss that continues until Wilson clears his throat. "As much as I love to watch you guys make out, I would rather get back to my work." Taking the hint you shimmy off of House's lap and start for the door.
"Why did you change the color?" You turn back to face House who hasn't moved from his spot on the couch.
You smirk at him, "I couldn't let you propose to me while I had bright green nails, duh." House lets out a little chuckle and you watch Wilson's jaw drop before opening the door and bidding them goodbye.
summary: your girlfriend has a stressful day at work, the two of you have a relaxing bath together to make up for it.
warnings: 18+ for the setting?? But there are no explicit scenes or details. I didn't proofread, sorry!! pure fluff
word count: 725 words
The steam in the bathroom is thick enough to hide the chipped tiles on your bathroom wall, turning the small space into a hazy, lavender and sea salt scented sanctuary. Your girlfriend Robin was always on edge after the constant looming threat of Vecna, she lost sleep and found it harder to concentrate.
Her job at Family Video used to be a fun distraction where she and Steve could gossip and figure out how he could score a date with one of the hotties that came to pick up the newest romcom, but her job had now turned into an exhausting exercise in pretending things were normal and that everything was totally fine when realistically she could slip through the cracks at any time.
The door creaks open as you're swirling the running water and Epsom salt blend with your hand in large circular movements. Robin stands there, still in her green vest, her hair a messy nest of blonde frizz, and her eyes rimmed with the kind of exhaustion that comes from explaining to three different customers that they have to rewind their tapes before returning them. You saw this exhaustion in Robin every day.
She doesn't say a word at first. She just presses a tender kiss to your shoulder before you climb in the tub, slowly easing yourself into the hot water. Robin kicks off her shoes and sheds her clothes in a clumsy heap in the corner of the bathroom next to the sink, her movements are jerky and frantic, and you can tell just how desperate she is to relax and get off her sore feet.
When she finally climbs into the tub behind you, the water trickles over the sides and onto the fluffy bathmat but neither of you care, the bathmat will soak it up anyway.
Robin sinks down, letting out a breath so long it deflates her before she eventually leans her head back against your shoulder, resting it there as she looks up at the glistening steam rises up to the ceiling, her skin cool against your heat.
"I think," she mutters, "that if I have to rewind one more copy of Back To The Future while Steve goes on about yet another train-crash date, I might actually lose my mind. Like, full-on Pennhurst Asylum, lose my mind.
"That bad, huh?" you ask softly, reaching back to find her hand under the bubbles and wrapping your arms around her waist.
"Steve was being... lovesick Steve. And the customers didn't rewind their tapes again. Which is somehow worse. I just kept thinking about the gates, and the vines, then Eddie dying there..."
You cradle Robin between your legs, delicately pushing her frazzled hair out of her face, you pick up the teal washcloth and rub the bar of soap into it, leaning her forward before slowly starting at her shoulders.
Robin continues to vent about it all, the vines troubling her the most. As you wash down her spine, you can feel the hard knots in her lower back, and you carefully apply pressure before massaging them with your thumbs. She lets out a low groan and closes her eyes, bending over so you can better access her back.
She stops talking and takes relaxed deep breaths, enjoying you working on her back before washing the day's grime of the video store off her body.
"Just what I needed" Robin hummed, her eyes still closed.
"The massage?" Your voice is soft, you slowly pull her back into you and place a tender kiss on her neck.
"All of this. The bath. The massage. You." Robin reaches over for the shampoo, handing it to you. "You're the only person who can seem to destress me like this. I feel like you're the only person who has me quiet."
You take the shampoo from her hands and squeeze the thick and glossy shampoo into the palm of your hand and start to massage it through the strands of her hair and into her scalp.
"I love you," Robin hums, her voice cracking, "even if I’m a total disaster who smells like dusty VHS tapes that I had to rewind back-to-back."
"Just what I needed," you tease, carefully cupping water to rinse her hair, covered in bubbles.
Robin lets out a bubbly laugh, the one that makes your heart flutter, and for the first time all week, her shoulders fall from her ears.
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A/N: this is my first Robin fic, but also the shortest one I've ever written?? idk this has been on my mind a while and needed to get it out there lol.
