May I ask for some spicy stuff where the s/o starts teasing some boys in front of their man/crew? You can take is as you like ~
With Crocodile , Iceburg (He dosn't get enough love), Sanji? Ty ty
Well, well, well⊠If I have to work with Sanji I really should put on my apron. Sure thing, hon! Iâll do some jealous men for you!;)
One Piece Headcanons - Jealousy
Characters: Sanji, Crocodile, Iceburg
cw.: jealousy, revenge, possesive thoughts/speaking, voyeurism, slight degradation, fingering, oral fem!receiving, oral male!recieving
(These will be more like scenarios, because no way I can write these shortenedđ)
You might be used to Sanjiâs flirty behaviour towards women by now, however it doesnât mean it makes you less annoyed. Since you two are together, Sanji shows true love to you, and avoids talking to other women the way he used to. Still, his love and respect towards them becomes a little too much here and there, and heâs not smart enough to notice it in time sometimes. One day, you had enough. When you stopped at a smaller island to buy some goods for the next cruise, youâve met a few guys around your age at the docks, selling fish and other sea creatures for pretty high prices. Suddenly, a little mean lightbulb lit up above your head. You thought if you used your female charms, you might even get a little bit of a discount on some products, and at the same time, you could teach your dumb man a little bit of a lesson.
You walked towards the salesmen, putting on your kindest smile and honeyed words. Sanji immediately noticed your quick disappearance, he obviously started looking around to find you. You never leave without a word, and that made him worried. And then, he saw you, talking to those men. Oh those men must pay for getting around you, when youâre all by yourself, without him to protect you. Youâve successfully persuaded those boys to give you some of the fish cheaper, when all of the sudden, Sanji appeared beside you. A lit cigarette hung out of his mouth, his eyes looked annoyed, but to you, he spoke sweet like honey.
âYou okay, lovely?.â He said, and looked at the merchant. âWhatâya you lookinâ at, making the fish rot in the sun? Go and do you job.â
âSanji⊠I was doing business.â You murmured, but he was too busy started arguing with the fishermen by now.
âWe can talk about that on the ship later, alright apple pie?~ Iâll finish the business for you.â
You let out a heavy sigh, but in the inside, you kind of had your fun. Seeing him looking at those poor guys with his anger filled eyes just because he became jealous of them, talking to you. Your plan worked, but youâre not that mean to not bring up the subject again. Sanji came back to the ship around fifteen minutes later, with a basket of fish⊠He really finished the business instead of you.
You walked to the kitchen, so you could speak your concerns too, and possibly apologize for your behaviour as well. Sanji was in the kitchen, chopping up some vegetables for lunch, when you entered. He seemed bothered, but he still smiled at you when you appeared.
âLunch will be ready in two hours, but if youâre hungry I can make you a quick snack, love.â
âYouâre the snack itself.â You joked, and hugged him from behind, pressing a kiss on his back. âYou know, when those guys gathered around me⊠I started it.â
Sanji went silent for a bit, and wiped his hands into a clean kitchen rag.
âEven if a woman starts âsomethingâ, itâs not right to gather around her like that⊠That must have been scary for you.â You could hear his voice is disappointed, but he didnât start blaming you, not even a little bit. Your stomach clenched from feeling guilt, so you continued.
âI was trying to get some discount with honeyed words, and⊠There was a little bit of revenge towards you.â
Sanji turned around this time. He seemed worried. He believed he messed up something hard, and the worst part was that he didnât know how.
âWhat? Did I do something wrong, love?â
âNot that wrong!â You tried reassuring. âItâs just sometimes youâre still too kind to other women⊠It made me feel jealous and I kinda wanted to make you as wellâŠâ
âOh, mon chĂ©rie, oh noââ He breathed out, before leaning towards you to kiss your forehead. âI swear to you, I will be more careful with my words⊠I didnât mean to hurt you, or make you think youâre not enough. Youâre everything I have, and I shall show it to you every day, every way possible⊠Forgive me.â
âSanjiââ You spoke his name out of surprise, as he fell on his knees down at your feet, hugging your legs and burying his face into your skirt.
âDarling, Iâm begging you on my knees,â He pleaded, and looked up to you with his ever loving eyes. He was desperate to make up to the mistakes he did. âlet me please you, right here and now. Let me make it up to you.â
âSweetheart, itâs fine, you donât have toâ We are in the kitchen!â You tried to reason with him, but there was no use. He wanted this.
âPlease.â He whispered, as he started pulling your skirt up, so he could reach your thighs with his mouth. He began to kiss the inner part of your thigh, his fingers gripped your skirt tightly. You didnât want him to stop, each time he pleaded you to let him eat you out, it got a little harder to think. Eventually, you gave in. He grabbed your panties with his teeth, pulling it down all the way on your legs, until it hit the ground. He teasingly kissed around your womanhood, on that little straight line that separates your pussy from your thighs, and then, down again on your legs. He wanted to show you how appreciated you and all of your bodyâs hidden treasures are.
âI love you. I promise Iâll cherish you the way you deserve it, my love.â He kissed the words into your thighs, just right before he leaned to your wet cunt so he could finally give you everything he can to make you forgive. His tounge immediately found your favorite spot and speed, because he remembers everything you previously told and showed him about your preferences. You moaned his name quietly, grabbing into his blonde tufts, pleading for him not to ever stop. It only made him even more eager and confident to take you the stars. Donât expect that youâre going to walk out of the kitchen on your own legs. The number of the orgasms you will get because of him in the next thirty minutes will make your feet go so shaky, that you wonât be able to walk without getting suspicious.
There was a meeting with greater influence at Baroque Works. Your husband, the Warlord Crocodile himself wasnât paying much attention to you for a few days, since this occassion was a pretty important one. Men and women with high influence gathered to talk through political events, future plans and statistics, with the company of ridiculously expensive champagne and wine. Youâve always hated these kinds of meetings. Youâre not important and feared enough to catch anyoneâs attention by your power, but Crocodile insists on you to be there at all times, even while he knows you hate these occassions. The truth was, he loved showing you off the people. He loved the feeling that he could make everyone know that a beauty like you, belongs to him, and him only.
Meanwhile Crocodile enjoyed the evening with the people you barely heard about in your lifetime, you sat on your reserved chair, wondering about how much you just want to leave the room and do anything better, than this. You were bored, and a little annoyed at Crocodile as well. He spent long days ignoring you, because all he cared about in the last few weeks was his work, and this meeting. You usually understood how busy he was, but you hated how you were used on these events. Just a wife image? A trophy? The bare thought of it frustrated you. Out of your boredom, or annoyance, a childish idea run into your mind. You stood up from your chair and walked across the room to a man you never even heard about. It didnât matter how he looked like or what he was doing here, you just wanted him to play a role for a game you wanted to entertain yourself with, (and possibly fill your husband up with anger). Even though he didnât pay much attention to you on these meetings, sometimes his eyes wandered to you, just for a quick check that youâre there at all. It happened just like this as well, when he noticed you chatting with a man. You chuckled at his unfunny jokes, touched the manâs arm playfully. He didnât understand your unusual behaviour, but it was sure as hell he didnât like what he saw.
In that moment, he didnât care about the subject of the conversation he was having with someone, he left without a word just to reach you.
âYou may leave now.â He spoke to you, and you looked up to him, smiling smugly as a fox.
âBut Iâm having so much fun, darling.â
âI bet you do.â He replied quickly as he grabbed your hand tightly. He looked at the man you were small talking just yet, and told him to piss off, while he was dragging you out of the room. âI donât want you here causing trouble for me. Weâre going to talk about this later.â
You shrugged your shoulders, without a feeling of any responsibility. Honestly, you were a little satisfied too. He deserved a little bit of a reality check by now.
A few hours have passed, and you sat at your desk, reading some book your husband gave you for your birthday. It was one that you were longing to read for years, but itâs so rare because of the lack of copies that he had to spend months researching until he could buy you one of those few. You loved this book dearly, because it always reminded you how much youâre in love with eachother, despite every stupid arguements. You were two pages from the next chapter, when your door opened, and Crocodile came in.
âHow was your night, dear?â You asked, not looking up from your book.
âQuit this attitude, until I have my patience.â He said, throwing off his heavy, black furcoat from his shoulders to his chair.
âYeah, everything is about you, no one cares about my patience!â You choked out and closed your book. You stood now on your feet and started walking to your shared bed, when he caught you by your wrist.
âYour patience? How many hours of work did you put in this project so it could happen, huh?â You shrugged your shoulder again. âNo hours, yet there was a place for you at my table, you could participate in such an important event.â
âOh, donât make me laugh, Crocodile! You only tolerate me on your dumb meetings, because that would mean you could show off how hot stuff your wifeâs made of. What? Is it a problem if I show off my body by myself?â In that sudden moment, he caught your chin with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
âDo you hear yourself when you say such stupidity? You vowed yourself to me. Your body, your mind and soul belongs to me.â
You couldnât help but get excited at his wordsâŠYou were frustrated, angry, but never scared. After all, being his was all you had. Your voice became emotionally shaky once you started speaking again:
âYes⊠And for that, I did this. All because I wanted you to see me, to have your attention on me. You donât know how hard it is to deal with you and your work sometimes. I donât even know when was the last time you actually looked in my way.â
Your bold words caught him by surprise. He took the burnt cigar out of his mouth and pressed it against an ashtray on his desk. Then, he began to laugh, while he walked to you again. He pulled you to your bedroomâs huge window and pressed your back against the cold glass.
âMy attention?â He leaned down to your ear, so he could whisper. There was something in his quiet voice that messed up your mind. You wanted him so bad, now more than ever. It was so damn long you could feel his scent in your nose. âDonât worry, you certainly will have that, after all your hard âworkâ⊠Now turn around, and bend over.â
What he said caught you off guard⊠Did he really get aroused from all this? You slowly turned around, and pressed your palms against the window you were standing by. You arched your back like a cat towards him, obeying his words. It was as quick as lightning when he used his hook to tear off the panties you had on until now. The expensive, laced fabric simply fall on the ground, and no one ever talked about them. You didnât really have time to react to that anyway, because the next thing you felt was two of his fingers pushing their way inside your pussy without any warning. You squirmed and whined by his rough fingers moving inside you, rubbing mercilessly against your sweet spot. As you moved around, he pressed your back down with his hook to keep you in place, and so you could arch your ass a little more for him.
âQuiet. I donât want anyone to notice how youâre getting fucked until passing out, but at least you can enjoy the thought of being seen. Isnât this what you wanted, my dear?â
(This will be funny af because the manâs whole career is a headcanon.)
This happened back in the days when you and Iceburg were yet just a couple. His hair was longer back then, but the beard on his chin grew strongly. You loved Iceburg dearly, and he felt the same way towards you. We could say you were pretty popular pair, everyone knew you two were dating for years now. He was young, and worked as a shipwright with a guild. You were always supporting towards him, though you didnât really have experience on how to do this work, however bringing lunch for him and his colleagues was enough, and very appreciated.
It was a similar hard day for him in work, so you prepared a bunch of food for him and the men he worked with. Though, when you arrived to the workplace, your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. You asked around his coworkers, but no one could say anything more than âHe was here a minute ago.â You didnât start worrying by that, of course, especially since you liked the men he was working with, you thought it would be fun to just talk to them a little until Iceburg arrives back. You gave some of the lunch you prepared for the workers, whom were happy to have you for at least a chat while they take a break. Since you were a fine lady, some of the guys tried to flirt, but there was someone who was showing off his abs to you. To say the truth, you became actually pretty amazed by seeing how big his arms were, so you asked him if you could touch it.
The mean leaned closer to you with his arm, and you gently rubbed it. That was the exact moment when your boyfriend arrived.
âWhatâs happening here?â He asked, and you flinched, putting your hands away in an instant.
âBaby, finally! Where have you been?â You asked him as you hurried up to him, but he was too worked up with the thing he just saw a few moments ago.
âI saw a turtle walking around the streets and I put it back to the water where it was safe⊠But honey, why were you touching that idiotâs arm? You donât love me anymore?â He asked you with serious concern.
âOf course I do, babe, I was just surprised by how big his arm is⊠I know this sounds dumb like that, but there was nothing more to it.â Not only you, but the workers as well tried reassuring their boss to not worry, which seemed to work.
Half of an hour later you went back home to his house, so you could wait for him there until his shift was over for the day. Around four hours have passed when the front door opened, and Iceburg stepped in the house with a giant teddy bear in his arms.
âHoney, I brought you this bear. Promise you still love me?â He asked, tucking the teddy bear into your arms without further questions. You had to drop everything you had in your hands just so you could hold the surprising gift.
âIceburg, where have you got this? I told you that I love you, you shouldnât have bought this for me⊠Where do I even put it?â
He crossed his arms and looked around the house:
âI donât know yet, I didnât think about that. Once I get rich there wonât be a problem with it because weâll have much more room.â
Sometimes you just had to let his reasons go, he wonât take that giant plushie back to the store, and you couldnât even ask him to anyway. You put the teddy down on the floor, and turned to him to kiss him. He hugged you by your waist, embracing you tightly to him. You knew his previous concerns were true, he was a sensitive type ever since you knew him.
âI love you, baby.â You murmured between your kisses. âThereâs no way I could love anyone more like you, you know.â
âI knowâŠIâm sorry I became jealous.â He kissed your ear as he leaned down to you, wandering to your cheek and mouth with his lips. You felt like you wanted to show you more of how you love and appreciate him. You pressed your palm on his chest, pushing him a little backwards so he would sit down on the couch you had in your livingroom. You sat on his lap, while your hands began to unbutton his shirt.
âWhat are you doing, honey?â He asked with a pinch of blush on his face.
âJust making you sure that you have no reason to be jealous.â Your smile widened as you started drawing circles on one of his nipples with your thumb. You could feel his erection grow in his pants, and you couldnât help but begin to move your hips back and forth carefully, rubbing your hungry pussy against his rock hard cock. He sighed quietly, pulling you into a kiss by tucking his fingers in your hair. His dark red lipstick left stains on your mouth, and you loved it every time.
As your passionate kiss deepened, you unzipped his pants, and crawled out of his lap, kneeling down in front of him. You looked up to his messy, blushing face, as you helped his cock out of the tight pants he was trapped in. You stroked it gently, giving it a little bit of lubricant with your saliva.
âIâll give you the head of your life, babe.â You whispered as you finally took it in your mouth, moving your tounge on his tip desperately. His quiet moans and sighs filled your brain, keeping you motivated to get more of his sweet reactions out of him. His fingers squeezed your hairtufts tightly, but careful enough not to hurt you.
âI love you, (y/n).â He groaned out your name, as he reached for your free hand to hold you. You locked your fingers together, meaning that you two are there for eachother. No matter how many people you cross the streets, no matter how long youâre apart from eachother. Youâre always there, and no one can tear you apart.
