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cottoncandyswisherz · 3 days

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hood fav

softdom!chris x fwb!reader (described as poc) warnings: CHEATING BITCH, shower sex, choking if you squint and tilt your head to the left, riding, missionary, swearing, a lil overstimulation

- chris was mad.

no. he was heated.

no. he pissed the FUCK off.

his fans always ask why he doesn't want a girlfriend? why does he have commitment issues?

this is exactly why. he'd been talking to this gir- this BITCH for like 3 months and he goes to surprise her after being gone on tour months and this is what he fucking gets.

*30 MINS AGO*

chris' heart was pounding in his chest due to anticipation. he'd been gone so long and she was the first person she wanted to see when he came back.

he had a goofy smile on his face and a bouquet of peonies (her favorite flower) behind his back. his smile only grew when he heard the door being unlocked.

"SURPRI-" his face dropped when he saw some fucking idiot standing shirtless in his girls doorway. "what the fuck?"

"baby who's at the do- oh fuck." she came to the door in wearing nothing but a tee-shirt.

"baby?" chris was dumb founded. "you- you're- BABY?!"

"chris i can explain this- can you come back later so we can talk?"

this made chris laugh as he pulled out his phone to call matt back. "yeah no. ya'll have fun though." and with that began to walk away and down the street.

*BACK TO NOWADAYS*

when matt pulled up next to him on a random street, he came with a pre-roll and a pepsi. "fuck her, bro."

lighting his j, chris smiled and said, "yeah im not tripping."

"good. you're fucking great, and shes a bum." matt pat his brothers shoulder and pulled off the curve. "we going home or do you just wanna drive around?"

chris inhaled again and ashed his joint, setting it down to text the person he really needed to see. "bro can you take me y/n's? i needa talk to her."

"yeah i got you." matt chuckled and headed to their friends house.

to matt, y/n was a close friend that he and his brothers loved. she was funny and chill as fuck to be around. never had a bad vibe, always smiling. she called herself a hood fav.

but to chris, y/n was a god. she was fucking gorgeous and had a smart ass mouth, that he put to good use. they fucked when neither of them were seeing anyone, and it never complicated their friendship.

chris didn't want a girlfriend, and y/n thought chris was the most unserious person on the planet.

and that's how they liked it. they gave each other the best orgasms known to man, then watched a movie and vibed the rest of the day.

nothing more. nothing less.

arriving at his friends house, chris hopped out of the kia truck and called her to open the door.

"hello?" y/n answered. chris noticed noise behind her but he couldn't make it out.

"yo im outside, come open the door."

"first of all, don't be fucking rude, say hi back." the girl retorted, her voiced laced with sass.

"my fault bruh." he rolled his eyes. "hi y/n. now can you open the door?"

"im in the shower, use the key under the turtle." she laughed and hung up.

shower?? chris thought. perfect.

he made quick work of opening the door and making his way up the stairs and into the bathroom, where he was met with steam and loud music.

she was playing her favorite rapper, heembeezy. (free my nigga fr)

"bro why are you here? didn't you get to LA two hours ago?" y/n yelled from the shower.

"i went to see her and a fucking dude answered her door with no clothes on." he responded, sitting on the toilet to take off his shoes.

y/n swung the curtain open with a gobsmacked look on her face. "AIN'T NO FUCKING WAY! SAY ON GOD RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!"

"on god bruh." he sighed, removing his shirt. "then she said she can explain and to come back later."

y/n laughed at this and went back to her shower. "she's a fucking bum bro. fuck her."

"that's what matt said." his bottoms came off next.

"that's why matts my favorite. he just like me for real."

chris opened the shower door and looked at her body that can only be described as glorious. "yeah so now im cool on relationships for now."

y/n made room for him in her small shower and giggled. " you back on your p shit?"

"yup." he gave a cheeky grin and pulled her to him. "now come here."

he pulled her into him so her wet body was flush on his. his hands found their way to her ass and grabbed a handful and rejoiced in the fact that it wouldn't all fit in his hand. his dick hardened against her soft belly as her hands ran up his back and into his hair, gripping it tightly.

he went to pull her shower cap off, but she quickly stopped him "i just got my hair done bro."

he yanked it off anyway. "i'll pay for you to get it done again tomorrow."

her nipples peaked against his chest and she came to a realization. "i'm all wet." she said.

"already?" he rebutted with a smile. she just laughed and turned them around so he was under the water.

she admired the way his hair fell to his forehead and his cheeks flushed from the heat of the water. his body glistened while wet and she loved it. his biceps flexed when he tilted his head back and raised his arms to move the hair from his eyes.

she took the step needed to be back in his close proximity and enveloped him in another loin-firing kiss.

their bodies knew each other perfectly at this point. they knew what made the other tick, what made them moan, what made them scream.

she wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling him impossibly closer.

he moved his hand to her neck, his long fingers wrapping around it with ease. applying the perfect amount of pressure from memory.

she pulled away from his intoxicating lips and swirled her tongue around the top of his ear. "you want me to get your mind off the bum?"

he backed up so he could look at her face and he could have cum at the sight of her. her eyes were hooded and dark. he grabbed both sides of her face and looked in her eyes before he answered her question. "fuck. yes."

she smirked at his answer and lowered herself to her knees, peppering kisses down his body in the process.

when she got to her destination, she wrapped her hands around his begging cock, and took his tip in her warm mouth.

chris sucked in a breath and grabbed her braids, wrapping them around his hand a few times. "fuuuck." he groaned and pushed her further down his shaft.

chris had received a lot of head in his 20 years, but y/n didn't just suck dick. she was an eater. she took all of him in her beautiful mouth and attempted to take his soul every time and the only sound he heard was her moans.

she was moaning.

"god, youre so fucking perfect." he grunted, looking down at her. his stomach dropped to his ass when she looked back at him through those lashes that he loved.

she pulled off him and began stroking him. "yeah?" she gathered her spit in her mouth and spat it on his tip, making him jolt and reach up to grab the shower head in order to stay on planet earth.

she swallowed him whole once again, stroking as her lips went back and forth on his dick.

chris was close and she knew it so she went all the way to the top and sucked his tip with enough passion that he released in her mouth with his eyes screwed shut and a moan.

he opened his eyes, and by the time the stars left his vision, y/n had swallowed every thing he gave her.

with weak legs, he turned around, shut the water off and dragged her out of the bathroom, soaking wet.

"chris, im soaked!" she laughed as he pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her.

"i know, and im gonna use that to my full advantage." he smiled and pecked her lips quickly, moving down to where he really wanted to be.

between her legs.

"im gonna fuck you til you see jesus." he stated, boring into her eyes.

she felt so nervous when chris looked at her like that. every time he did, she came out a changed woman.

"...o-okay..." she stuttered out.

and it began.

see, chris was an eater as well. he didn't just eat pussy, he fell into it. face first.

he ran two fingers up her folds, spreading her pussy so he could see all of her.

"god your pussy's so fucking pretty." he whispered and got to work. attaching his lips to her clit, using his tongue for something productive for once.

y/n was a mess already, moaning and gripping his hair with an iron fist. her legs fell wider with every caress of his tongue. she was falling apart and he wasn't even using his hands. this was sad.

he pulled away and spit on her pussy harshly and dove back in, driving her in-fucking-sane. but she really lost it when he bit her clit softly.

she came with a scream. it felt like she levitated off the bed. as she tried to roll over onto her stomach, chris gripped her plush thighs and held her back down. so she tried to close her legs but he slammed them open and brought his head up from his favorite place. between her thighs with her addicting scent attacking his sense.

he made eye contact with her and looked at her in a way that told her "lay the fuck down."

and she did.

but he knew she was sensitive, so instead of eating her pussy, which he loved doing, he collected her juices on his two fingers and slid them inside her with grace.

her eyes fell closed as she let out a "good god" only to be met with "my names chris ma. say my name."

she couldn't even comprehend what the fuck he was saying due to the way he was pulling her spirit out of her with his fucking fingers.

he got up on his knees and leaned down to her ear, never stopping his hands. "say my fucking name y/n." he rubbed her clit with his thumb and she gave him what he wanted.

she chanted his name like a prayer as she release once again. he went down automatically and licked all of her before coming up again and taking her mouth in his so she could see why he ate her pussy every time.

they kissed for a hot second, allowing her to ground herself. then he pulled away and asked "you still with me?" y/n nodded but it wasn't enough. "words, baby."

"i'm with you, chris."

she was looked at him with those eyes and he damn near lost his fucking mind.

he rolled off her and sat up against her headboard. "ride me, y/n"

she fucking loved when he said her name while they were fucking. it sounded so pretty coming from his filthy mouth. he said it so perfectly, his voice low, every letter sounding like sex.

she climbed on his lap, her legs folding at his sides. as she straddle him, she grabbed his face and kissed him once again. she could kiss him all day if he wasn't so fucking whore-ish. she moved from his lips to his neck and went to that spot that drove him wild, sucking until she heard him moaning.

she took that as a sign to sink onto his cock, whining at the full feeling.

chris was on planet her with doja cat at this point. her perfect pussy took him so well. like her body was made for sex with him.

his hand gripped her ass once again and he began guiding her on him until she took matters into her own hands and moved on her own.

they went slow. so pleasantly slow.

he pulled her hair so she'd look at him while she rode him. her brown eyes found his blue ones and they got lost in each other, whispering to each other things they'd never say outside of this moment.

"you're so fucking beautiful."

"you're perfect."

"just for you."

"i'm the only one who makes you feel as good as this?"

"only you."

"only me?"

"only you."

chris was feral.

he pulled out, flipped them over so he was on top, and pushed back into her at all at once. grabbing her leg, brought it over his shoulder and fucked her like he hadn't seen her in 12 years.

he felt all of her. her walls swallowing his cock and squeezing deliciously tight. he threw his head back in ecstasy and she reached up and brought it back so he was looking at her again. "it feels so good, chris." she pulled him down and kissed him.

he put all his weight on one arm and slipped the other one between them, pushing on her stomach so she felt even more of him.

this made her cry out and he took her open mouth as a sign to slip in his tongue and taste her pretty sounds.

y/n was on cloud 9. she felt so good. so full. so happy. she felt like she would never feel as content as she did when she was wrapped around chris, taking every stroke he gave her. she couldn't pinpoint when things had changed that night but she knew that they had. she knew that it would never be the same after this. but her orgasm was chasing her down and she couldn't focus on silly things like emotions.

pulling away she told him, "baby im gonna cum. can i cum? please?"

he simply chuckled at her uncharacteristic question and simply said, "yes, y/n. you can cum."

she looked at him with soft eyes. "you want me to?"

he chuckled again and said "yes baby, i want you to. do it for me." he move his hand from her belly to her clit and rubbed soft circles.

y/n gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head. she had no words. she couldn't see, or hear, or smell or taste. all she could feel was chris. she could feel her inside him, touching every part of her. she could feel his hand on her pussy, bringing her to tears. she could feel his breath on her nose as he watched her come undone.

finding her voice, she screamed out praises over and over again, the sound bringing chris to his own high.

he closed his eyes and asked where she wanted him. she didn't answer, so he patted her face softly so she'd focus, and asked again. "where do you want me baby?"

"leave it in." she breathed out. "cum in my pussy please."

he couldn't take it after that. he finished in a way that can only be described as an explosion. the funny thing is, he he was the one who saw jesus. every muscle in his body tightened and he closed his eyes so hard, he saw shapes.

"fuck fuck fuck FUCK Y/N!" he moaned as he painted her walls with himself and pulled out, covered his hand in their mixed seed and shoved his fingers in her mouth.

and she did what was expected, swirling her tongue around his fingers, she sucked until there was nothing left.

"you're so fucking good, i can't believe it." he muttered in amazement.

her eyes were already falling shut as she sucked his fingers and he knew if she continued he'd melt into a puddle on her carpet.

he rolled off her and layed on her bed, staring at the ceiling, desperate to catch his breath. when he did, he went to to bathroom and got the towel that she never used, to clean her up, smiling when she moaned at the feeling in her sleep.

he cleaned himself off, threw the towel into the hamper, then laid back down and curled into her side, resting his head on her tits.

chris wasn't oblivious. he knew that tonight changed things. he knew that she wasn't just a friend anymore. he knew that they were gonna have to talk about it for the sake of their relationship.

but not tonight.

tonight, he'd hold her close and relish in the feeling of her nails in his hair. he'd cherish her scent. he'd kiss her until her taste was etched on his tongue. he'd watch her sleep and drift off to the sounds of her soft snores.

because not only was she a hood fav,

she was his fav.

niyah speaks for the eaters who want love ALSOOOO i got a nic fluff coming out this month bc is gay month and my people need to be recognized

taglist: @mattslolita @hoesformatt @muwapsturniolo @mattssluttygf

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me)

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #i want my hoe back guys

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chukys-mouthguard · 2 days

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8. “What are you wearing right now?” w/ Trevor Zegras

I love your work!!!

Prompt: “What are you wearing right now?”

Note: i actually got so excited to write this because i recently have watched a few videos with Trevor and his personality cracks me up, so i tried channeling it as best i could since im still not super familiar with him 😅🤞🏼thank you so much for the kind words, hopefully you love this as well!

“I am desperate for this road trip to end, ohhh my gosh.”

Trevor playfully groaned as you heard him unlocking the door to his hotel room, laughing as you rolled over in bed to plug your phone in after placing the call on speaker.

“So you can get home to see me right?”

You joked as you bit your lip, Trevor agreeing as he set his wallet on the table before plopping down on the bed. “Well of course! That’s actually the only thing getting me through this road trip. I keep dreaming about your world famous pancakes, oh baby I can’t wait to get some of those when I get home.”

“Trev, you’re the only person who has ever eaten my pancakes, not sure they are world famous.”

He laughed as he protested, “Not true, I travel the world and tell people, so they are most definitely world famous.” “If you wanna count Canada and the United States as the world, then it sounds good to me babe.”

The two of you sighed, almost in unison, as you both lay in bed staring at the ceiling. This road trip had been one of the longest Trevor had been on in awhile, and you were definitely missing him. In more ways than one.

The bed felt colder, bigger, without him sleeping next to you. The dinner table was more lonely. Watching your favorite shared trashy reality tv definitely wasn’t the same. Though you two would check in after episodes to debrief and be sure you both stayed up to date on things.

As you laid in bed thinking of Trevor, one of his tshirts covering your body, engulfing you in the smell of his cologne. You were tempted to see how much fun you could have with him.

“Hey Trev?”

“Hmm?”

He hummed a response as he laid in bed with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of your voice as he intently listened.

“What are you wearing right now?”

His eyes shot open at your words, not expecting that to come out of your mouth in a million years. “Uhhhhhh, ummm.”

You slightly smirked at how flustered he’d become, though you weren’t entirely surprised. This wasn’t something you’d ever tried with him before.

“See, there’s a really funny story about what I’ve got on. But, I just, I don’t know if I can confess to it right now.”

Rolling onto your side you stared at your phone confused, wondering what the hell your boyfriend had on. “Yeah no you’re definitely gonna have to explain because what?”

The two of you were laughing as Trevor was growing red with embarrassment. “Okay, fine. So..John thought it would be a great idea for us to do one of those t-shirt exchange things for our team dinner tonight. And, god mine is awful! I don’t even know if I can tell you babe.”

The idea of John Gibson coordinating a t-shirt exchange for the team dinner had you practically in tears. It was nothing surprising from this group of guys, but you could only imagine some of the shirts they’d bought for each other.

Trevor continued on, telling you some of the shirts the other guys were stuck wearing, but the ping of a new text distracted you as you opened up a message from the culprit John Gibson himself.

The text was simply a photo of Trevor smiling, with two thumbs up in his t-shirt that read “Appreciate the little things” with an arrow pointing down at his crotch.

“Oh my god, well, John beat you to it and told me himself.”

Trevor couldn’t hold in his laughter as he heard you cackling into your pillow.

“It’s so bad! Like I had one of the worst shirts tonight, imagine how embarrassing that was to wear out!”

He groaned as you were finally reeling in your amusement.

“Maybe they are just jealous, or they didn’t want people to know what you’ve really got going on down there, so it was like a fake out.”

“Who freaking knows, but I think I need to burn this shirt. And the pictures, gotta burn the pictures.”

“Well, it looks like Caufield got his hands on it, so I’m not sure your efforts will be worth anything.”

Trevor cursed to himself at the thought of his best friend having the photo. Knowing instantly that it would be sent out in every group chat and plastered everywhere for anyone to see.

“Well, it was nice knowing you. Because if Caufield has that photo I am officially retiring and entering the witness protection program.”

“Trevor, don't be so dramatic! I’m sure it’s all gonna be fine.”

Another groan escaped his lips as you assumed he’d gotten a text or someone had posted a picture of him, not bothering to ask as to not make him feel any worse than he already did. Just letting him continue being a little dramatic, promising him world famous pancakes when he got home to try and lift his spirits.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fics #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl blurb

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wonton4rang · 7 hours

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hihi im back :-)) i loved the most you made, you completely nailed it but i was wondering because i always see when bnd gets jealous but how would they react to getting hit on by another person and their s/o being jealous, tysm again !! keep up the great work :-)

hiii, welcome back home <33 tysm for your pretty words and yup yup, on my way! 💜💜

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Jealousy, jealousy ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: mentions of smut, cursing.

summary: how would bnd react to getting hit on by someone and you getting jealous.

note: SEOKJIN IS BACKKKKK, FINALLYYYYY. 😭💜

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sungho; i feel like he would be so oblivious but at the same time so conscient about the fact that someone's hitting on him rn, with you less the 30cm away from his body. the thing is that he knows the intentions that the words of that girl hold but he just can't believe she is that bold to be doing it like this. so when he looks at you for some reassurance and help with this, his eyes only stare at your frozen gesture, knowing that you are a second away from throwing hands. he would honestly feel kinda pressured to solve this so he would just look back to the girl and kindly say "i am currently dating someone, this is my girlfriend, i'm not interested" but you can bet he would tease you a little bit about your red face and the way your skirt was now messed up due to your fists grabbing the fabric.

riwoo; he would immediately get nervous, not because of the flirting but because he can feel the way your eyes stare at him, not even at the other girl, just at him. like you were saying "are you being for real?" and he was about to pee himself so he would panic and get away from the girl, rushing to say "i'm dating someone, excuse me" before he was already on your side, biting his bottom lip when you caressed his hair and kissed his lips while the other girl still looked at you both. he won't be able to hide the blush in his face and the boner on his pants after that scene so you might as well help him in the bathroom later on.

jaehyun; myungjae is too kind to notice that the girl in front of him was not even that drunk and she just wanted to get him alone so she could jump him. you told him and asked him to leave her alone but he denied, saying that he would feel too bad if he left a defenseless lady like that. so when you both get home after he spent all night with the bitch hanging on his arm and "mistakenly" touching his face and stomach, even trying to get lower but being stopped by jaehyun, you were fuming smoke out of your ears. you explained how jealous you felt and how you wish he didn't do it again but he could just laugh a little bit and nod, assuring you that he was just trying to help but that it wouldn't happen again.

taesan; i honestly can't think of a moment where he would get in a situation that would make you jealous. he is a very introverted person but contrary to riwoo, he wouldn't even think about it twice before pushing someone away if he didn't feel comfortable so i can only picture him being with his earphones on, listening to music while reading or writing something in the library, professionally ignoring the girl sitting besides him and looking at him like he's some kind of snack. but you did notice her when you got there, sitting on a different table to not "interrupt" and just walking to your boyfriend when the other girl finally left. you would be so mad because you knew how much taesan hated his space to be invaded and yet he didn't do anything to move that girl away. but he would just smile a little bit and tell you that he didn't even know her, that he didn't even see her or noticed her presence at first, assuring you he only likes you and only has eyes for you <\3

leehan; he is such a bitch oh my god, i feel like he would enjoy the whole thing, laughing at the girl who was flirting with him, listening to her and even nodding at her words while he side eyed you, the way your jaw clawed and your eyes pierced holes on the girls back making a nod of excitement in his stomach. but you weren't even mad at her, you were mad at him for being such a flirty mf, knowing you hated it but still doing it because he loves to see your blushed face and the way you chew your inner cheek to ease the stress before finally deciding you've seen enough and turning around to leave the place. only for him to finally cut the girl off and say "i have a girlfriend, better luck next time, tho" and rush to stop your way and hold your face with that mischievous grin on his lips. "where are you going?", "somewhere else so i don't have to see you flirt with some random chick" but you didn't even finished talking properly when he was already kissing your lips and whispering against them how much he loved your loving eyes towards him even when you were mad. and guess who wasn't mad anymore? :')

woonhak; he is a no for me. i am very sorry but this man ain't staying a single second when he understands the intentions behind the girl in front of him. he would immediately roll his eyes with a bored look on his face and say "i am dating someone and i'm not interested" but the girl wouldn't stop there, hugging him from the back when he passed by her, making woonhak open his eyes wide and rush to loose the grip around his waist, still holding the girls arms when he turns around to face her and sees you behind her, the tears in your eyes making him panic before he ran to you and reassured you a thousand times that he didn't even know her and that he already said he had a girlfriend and that he didn't hug her back, saying all those things so fast that you couldn't even understand but the way he hugged you and kissed your head was enough to understand that nothing had happened and that you could share your thoughts later. he hated to see you jealous.

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drenched-in-sunlight · 7 hours

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ok i have two anon messages, one of them i won't publish because i think it's a little mean to Godwyn and i don't want to damper ppl's fun if i can help it. i understand your frustration anon but it's sth i personally don't feel that bothered by.

the other anon contains light spoiler about Messmer so im answering it under the cut. please note that i don't mind spoilers, and though i make an effort to hide them until the DLC drops, please beware when you open the reply to my post from now on !

Light spoilers for the dlc Some of Messmer's knights abandoned him and betrayed him for being a snek boi (literally) i wonder who is his other parent, since we are certain his mother is Marika so he might be the result of Marika getting freaky with the GEQ or some serpent god. Actually it would be so hilarious and cool if messmer was born from marika in the same way Athena was born from Zeus

As I mentioned before I don't really care who is his other parent is (sorry Messmer's other parent... if you even exist 🤣 i think since he has the same butterfly motif, he should be a child solely coming from just Marika herself, like Miquella and Malenia... i need that trio so bad...), but the detail about his soldier turning on him makes me wonder if the snakes being seen as traitor to the Erdtree is something out of Marika's control. HEAR ME OUT.

I'm having this whacky idea that the Greater Will is troubled by Messmer's power and his devotion to only Marika, and not them. Plus they view Marika's affection towards him as a sign of weakness unbefitting a God (*stare at Goldmask's remark about Marika*), so they declare snakes as traitor to separate him from his mother. Marika had no choice but to send him to Land of Shadow to protect him (explain why it's stated that he fled from the Erdtree)... and he carried on fighting for her despite everything.

That would also explain why after Messmer Marika tried to distance herself from her later children, as evidently her love could become their death sentence .... or well that's where my delulu led me 🥲🥲

(that being said... if his other parent is the GEQ i think i'll be VERY invested indeed lmaooo Marika breaking hearts left and right like a normal sunday)

#ask #anon #reply #er brainrot

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punktactical · 18 hours

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⋆୨୧˚ PERVERT !

sanji ; catches his roommate taking photos of him, proceeds to get turned on.

⋆ " hello!! okay, so, I got OBSESSED with the perverted sanji and perverted reader fic😫😫 I wanted to request kind of the opposite ?? reader getting caught getting off to photos of sanji, and they end up doing it ?? sorry if it's generic ANYWAYS I love your blogggggg <3333 "

WARNINGS ; fem!reader , pervert!reader , virgin!reader, first time , unprotected , dirty talk , dacryphilia , praise , vaginal sex , shower sex , sanji is also a perv lawl ..

A/N ; srry for the hiatus ,, im back tho hehe. thank you for the request !!

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THIS HAD BECOME A ROUTINE.

a very wrong routine.

long story short - you'd sneak photos of sanji in the shower and then go get off to them. simple as that. yeah it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. he was hot but he was also your roommate so it could never be anything more.

today was nothing new, sanji came home from work, exhausted as usual. you'd go 'prepare' dinner as he took a shower.

waiting in the kitchen, you'd listen attentively for the sound of water running, before grabbing your phone and sneaking into the bathroom. you were seriously starting to feel bad, but you were in too deep now. twisting the doorknob ever so slowly, you pushed the door open, not a lot so he couldn't feel the cold from the outside rush in.

through the foggy glass of the shower, you could barely see his lean figure, water running down his shoulders, all the way down to his ankles. you shuddered, shaking your head quickly before opening the camera to your phone. you always made sure to silence the shudder sound on your phone, to avoid being caught, of course. if you ever got caught, you'd probably jump off a building.

climbing onto the toilet seat, you peeked over the shower just enough to catch a glimpse of sanji. god, you almost had a nosebleed. gasping softly at the sight, you turn away quickly, looking away in shame. how could you do this? to your roommate? you had to be some sick pervert to do this.

which is exactly what you are.

with a shaky hand, you hold your phone up over the shower, making sure that sanji's eyes were closed at the time. sucking in a breath, your fingers pinch at the screen, zooming in on him. biting your lip, you click the capture button, heart sinking the very next moment.

CLICK ! ⋆

if god existed, he was cruel.

cruel to perverts like you.

scrambling off of the toilet seat, you trip, falling onto the floor quickly. catching your breath, you try to get up, failing at the sound of the shower being turned off. crawling over to the door, you're about to open in until sanji opens the shower door.

you couldn't make out his expression, tears covering your vision. maybe you would've come up with an explanation if it weren't the heat beginning to pool between your legs. "s- sanji, i can explain!!" you squeal, jumping to your feet. you began to blabber about stupid things, excuses that made no sense, all while your phone was still open on the camera app, lying on the toiler seat.

sanji gulped, sniffing back a nosebleed. you're expression, paired with the nervous tears, made his cock stir. he bit his lip, watching as you rambled. he was literally exposing his body to you, why were you apologizing? he knew you were taking photos of him, he just could never bring it up to you.

your blabber died down as the tears finally rolled. you sniffled, your gaze now wracking sanji's whole body. his toned muscles, v-line, and a hardened dick made you red in the face. smacking a hand over your face, you squeak. "fuck- i'm so sorry! i'm such a freak!" turning around, you hand slams onto the doorknob, trying to pull it open. unfortunately, it seemed it was jammed.

"it's fine."

you shriek as you feel sanji's hands land on your shoulders, the water sinking into your shirt. "i like that you were taking photos of me, 'kay? and as you saw, i have a problem." you gulp, his hands moving from your shoulders down your arms, rubbing them lightly. the 'problem' pressed up against you, rubbing against your ass. you both gasp at the contact, sanji bit back a moan while you fight off the urge to whimper. "just fucking help me already." he groaned, already lifting up your shirt.

which is how you ended up in the shower with sanji, one leg lifted over his shoulder while the other was held up by his arm.

clothes were scattered on the tile floor, long forgotten. water slid down your back, glistening in the light.

his cock teased your clit, sliding back and forth between your slick folds. fat tears rolled down your cheeks, red from all the crying. "fuck- i forgot you're a virgin.. so fucking hot." he whispered the last part, biting his lip as he slapped his dick on your pussy. you sobbed, head hung low. he nestled his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. "shh.. i'll go slow, such a pretty little thing .." he muttered, kissing your tears away. his hand gripped his cock, guiding it inside of you.

your breath hitched at the stretch, watching as his cock slowly sunk into your pretty pink pussy. sanji watched your face attentively, adoring the way your round eyes were wide with wonder. he almost felt bad he was your first.

he can't wait any longer. sanji grumbles, finally thrusting all the way into you.

you threw your head back with a sob, crying incoherent things. sanji sighs at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, hiding his face in your neck. "sssanji, it's hurts..." you sniffle, wrapping your arms around his neck. you can feel him smile against your skin, making you shudder in delight. "shhh, you just need time to adjust.. you can take it."

over the course of a few minutes, you have been reduced to a whiny and whimpering mess, pathetic.

sanji sighed, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. he watched your expression of pleasure, teary eyed and drooling, just barely being able to take his cock. he wanted nothing more than to just fuck you deep and good, show you what you've been masturbating to. alas, he knows you've never taken real dick before and you need time.

it seemed you noticed his frustration though. you try to move your hips, but he clicks his tongue at you. your eyes meet and he smiles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "i don't think you can take it." he chuckles, moving his hips slowly, watching his cock move in and out of you. with a frustrated whine, you move your leg from his shoulder to his backside. you do the same with your other leg, wrapping around his torso and pulling him in closer. "please fuck me, sanji. oh god- please.." hearing your words turned him on. "shit- are you sure?" you nod frantically and that was enough for him.

his pace was steady at first, pumping himself inside of your velvety walls. your choked sobs and cries made him dizzy. he wanted to cum later, to make this experience special for you, but god he could barely hold back with the way you cried, begging him to fuck you deeper. the longer he went, the sloppier his pace got. you felt this funny feeling in your tummy, whining into sanji's neck. "sssanji! i'm gonna- i think i'm gonna cum, oh fuck!" sanji practically busted inside of you right at that moment. his hand quickly traveled to your clit, his thumb rubbing the senstivie bud in swift circles. the pressure against your clit and the way his cock nestled deep inside had you cumming in a matter of seconds. "cum, please cum on my cock, god you're so beautiful-!" he pleaded, pressing himself deeper into you.

"please cum, gorgeous. i need to feel you cum on my cock- oh fuck!" the funny feeling in your tummy snapped, making you shriek in delight. sanji growled, fucking you through your orgasm. "just like that- shit...!"

he pulls himself out of you quickly, gripping his cock and pumping it swiftly. you watched with teary eyes as he pumped his load out onto your stomach, drizzling down your wet skin. you both huff in silence, trying to regain your breath. "i-i'm so gross, sorry sanji.." you start, sniffling. he shushed you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. mumbling against your lips, he grins.

"i knew you were taking pictures of me, i guess i should've made a move first."

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#punkz postz #one piece smut #op smut #smut #vinsmoke sanji smut #sanji smut #sanji x reader #reader smut #perv!sanji #perv!reader #fem!reader

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julijbee · 3 months

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girlbossing too close to the sun.

#art #ive literally just been treating this game as a library simuator #i walk from bookseller to bookseller opening up all of their books #vivecs sermons are either a highlight or the point at which i stop reading #ive been trying to convince the ordinators that imitation is the highest form of flattery but it hasnt been working #let me wear your helmets please theyre so funny..#posting morrowind in 2024 isnt a cry for help but youre not wrong to be concerned.#morrowind #almalexia #vivec #im going to explain the chitin armor give me a moment #so the bonewalker nerevar on the shrines is adorable and it was only after drawing it however many times that i realized #it looked relatively close to a modified chitin armor #and so i modified chitin armor a few times and this was probably the cutest result #i also know i drew almalexia relatively pristine and untouched by years and vivec not so much but my thought process was #vivecs role as if not a favorite then the most accessible divine or the most “hands on” in a manner of speaking #acting in ways visible to the general population or actions explicitly brought to their attention #like not that almalexia isnt doing anything she is #but the dissemination of information regarding that is very different etc etc etc #anyways to a certain extent a god is the face on a shrine or in art or upon a statue or carving #but vivecs presence is interwoven with the geography of vvardenfell especially and his actions and writings with pubished materials #and the arts and culture and customs etc etc etc #so to me the face of a god you know and feel a commonality with or a god that walks alongside you is a face you would recognize #and vivec is already otherworldly looking enough #the simple mark of the years on his skin in some way grounding him in reality felt more right #that and i think the ways in which he and almalexia care about outward appearance are slightly different- they prioritize different things #and the ways they present outward power and their embodiment of their respective attributes share some similarities as they both have that #important preoccupation with physical power and physical strength to a certain degree #oh my god nobody read this i am yapping so bad.#tes

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starrysharks · 10 months

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i wonder if white people specifically white progressives realise that black people are only ever seen as their skin color first and foremost

#this goes for all poc but im talking about black people here #black people are constantly connected to their skin color and tone in good ways and in not good ways #people will always see you as your race first because white is considered the default #like if someone wanted to insult me the first thing they would go for is my race or gender presentation #whenever an actor is cast for a role people see the fact that they are black before anything else - talent. style. etc is ignored #black people are othered in society to put it bluntly . that is why white people get so upset when black people are cast as any role #or when they uuuuuh you know exist #and if the other becomes the majority - say a movie with mostly black people or a black-exclusive setting #then white people will get uncomfortable and complain #maybe the way i explained it is weird idk im not good at explaining #what im trying to say is that blackness is not something you can hide unless you are able to pass as white/are biracial etc.#and so the many stereotypes about black people are what people see first #what i'm trying to get at is that the way people percive black people completely changes our experiences esp if we're queer or women #a white and visibly queer person will have a different experience than a black and visibly queer person #and white progressives often forget that #sorry if this was explained weird im not a good explainer and also some bad shit happened today so my head is not really in the game #do people even say that god #whatever man

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demobatman · 2 years

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i love joseph quinn because he leans into being just some freak guy. hes so awkward in photoshoots. he answers interview questions so lackadaisically. he'll lick his costars hand in the same interview. he will only talk about pistachio affogato. i want to dissect him.

#that fucking ONE RESTAURANT HE LIKES #god he is my taurus king #hes literally so fucking. humble. is the word #like the way he answers questions so unseriously #'whats ur relationship to fragrance' 'i like smelling good' LIKE.#im Obsessed with him #'explain ur magnetism on screen' 'i eat magnets. no sorry bad joke' YOU R MY BEST FRIEND #so chill so stupid im in love with him #exactly how i would be answering questions #joseph quinn #eddie munson #yeah Yeah he gets tagged too #stranger things #st 4 #'hes not awkward in photoshoots' he aint modeling neither ill tell you that #he aint bad lookin he just cant model and that is okay he isnt one #hes cheesing in all of them bc hes just having a good time #my man dont get it twisted #he looks like someone having fun being photographed #bc he IS.

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hella1975 · 9 months

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i want to see what england is like in the winter. do u like the winter there or do u prefer summer?

hmmm this is hard to answer because i prefer summer in the sense that i get to do things and im not being battered by mental illness quite as much and the sun is out etc etc, but i do think im incredibly guilty of romanticising autumn/winter and seeing as the question is about england in winter i think i'll lean towards that because the things i love about summer here are things i love about summer IN GENERAL whereas the winter months have some more specifically england reasons. like yes it gets dark at 6pm and it rains more often than it doesnt and the entire country exists under a grey blanket of puddles and clouds for four slutty slutty months, but also... i guess there's a sense that this is what it's supposed to be like. like THAT is england in a way the bright sunny summers aren't. england is wet and miserable which means we function best when it's wet and miserable, so i always think everyone feels very settled in winter. we get comfortable. we wrap up warm. we make soup. we put the kettle on. going to the pub feels cosier. you sit in a booth with your friends and get a pint. the last bus hasn't left yet but it's already dark out. sometimes it snows and settles on the countryside and it's beautiful. we have bonfire night in november where everyone waves sparklers in a muddy field and we eat toffee apples and still-warm donuts and we watch fireworks and light a big bonfire. in winter all the historical buildings look less out of place, every exposed beam and crooked alley and cobbled street appearing exactly as they should against the elements. all the english ever do is talk about the weather but winter makes it all feel more contained. strangers on the street will laugh with you about the rain. old people will start small talk at bus shelters about the lack of rain. the christmas lights reflect in the puddles on the street.

#it's all just very cosy and im sure that's the case for winter in most places but i am sooo partial to english winters #like it just feels RIGHT and homey and safe and warm and small #'it feels homey to you because you grew up there' EXACTLY! AND ILL ROMANTICISE THE FUCK OUT OF IT!#like that 'winter sees england as it's supposed be' is the best way i can explain it #i truly do feel like for all the excitement of summer it is just that. it's exciting it's a novelty almost #so the moment the weather gets bad again there's a part of the english that's like 'oh thank god' lmfao #ask

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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one thing i'm really really fascinated by is the fact that everyone in the modern pokemon world seems to consider the deities a power source, nothing more. the games generally imply that knowledge of the legendaries has been lost to time and legend and only preserved by a select few who keep to the Ancient Ways but i don't really think that sounds likely. i think they might be common knowledge people just don't seem to. conceptualize them as greater than in the way that we generally think of them. "this is a divine force that underpins reality and has been worshipped since antiquity" is not a thing that seems to have any problem coexisting with "i'm going to put this thing in an engine and make it my tool." and it's very frequently the baddies doing this which maybe weakens the point a little but very rarely is the point of contention with the bad guys "hey you shouldn't do that to god" that's kind of like, never the part of their thing that people object to. it's always their motives, never their methods. when the Good Guy (local ten year old) catches god and makes it their new partner, nobody has a problem with it! and people joke about this but i'm saying it might imply a way deeper facet of society than people give it credit for.

and is this maybe trying to force the round peg of pokemon legendaries into the square hole of actual religion. very possibly! the games aside from pla certainly seem only very occasionally interested in treating these creatures as gods or godlike or worshipped in any way, and far more often just want to treat them as regular pokemon But Stronger. so it's maybe not reasonable to try and say these entities are deities. but the problem is they are! it's not like this isn't supported textually, it's just... not a part of canon that canon is actually interested in. dialga, palkia, the lake trio, kyogre, groudon—these things are gods. canon can mince words and call them legendaries and "worshipped as deities maybe sometimes" but when you get to the point where you're discussing something that represents a fundamental force governing reality and/or can end the world on a whim then idc what you call it. that's a god.

but the problem is that they are gods and also pokemon, they're both simultaneously. and people in the pokemon world seem to have worked this out, and have had the collective realization that the gods are truly not exempt from their own rules. they can be captured, they can be subjugated, they can be used. this also ties back in with the whole anarchism discussion obviously but it's just the fact that like. it goes way deeper than everyone being fine with the ten year old putting the lord of time in a ball. the entire world operates on the premise of "eat your gods."

does that like... contradict worship? can you be faithful to something knowing it's been used as a tool?

#the nemesis speaks #pla analysis #this is essentially one long rambling conversation with myself because i should really be going to bed #this all also hinges on the pokemon/trainer relationship conceptually which ive never had a chance #and/or willingness to really try and dig into that bc it's like.#an idea that feels intuitively easy to grasp but would be way more difficult to explain in words #it's not... it's really not like anything we have in the real world. it's Different.#but like. gestures vaguely. also relating to the distinction btwn Tool and Partner in that relationship #and how the former is generally how the Bad Guys lean wrt both their pokemon AND the gods #whereas the latter is how the protagonist and most non-evil people approach it.#anyway. going to bed now promise promise #but im not even talking about the key players in the games i'm talking about the regular guys! the everyday randos!#religion is so integral to our societies and it's clear that this was at least in the PAST a thing that the pokemon world people possessed #but... what about the modern day? are dialga and palkia still worshipped? reshiram and zekrom? xerneas and yveltal?#another of the many. many many reasons i want to Do Something with the hypothetical history sitting around in my notes #cause it also comes back around to this concept of people using gods as tools #OKAY. SLEEP. NOW.

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