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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Jealous BakuDeku [Bakugo is jealous of Todoroki]

SFW

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

None have smut … still read AO3 tags.

Art not mine - credit to @selpuku

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Mine by Catsired

Summary: Todoroki has been spending a little too much time around Deku lately, and Katsuki isn't gonna stand for it.

{One Shot}

I watch you from afar (but I want you in my arms) by mnxyre

Summary: He wondered if the scars were more predominant up close. Maybe that’s why Todoroki was staring so intensely – staring at the way the thin slivering lines wrapped around Deku’s strong hands as he wrote.

He did notice how much that thought pissed him off.

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Or Bakugou is jealous over how close Todoroki is with Midoriya.

{One Shot}

you could be the one that i love by yuhwanker

Summary: Everyone thinks that Izuku and Shoto are dating, but they couldn't be more wrong.

{One Shot}

Jealousy Trial by izukvs

Summary: A jealous Katsuki Bakugou makes a move on Izuku Midoriya before it's too late.

{One Shot}

Nitroglycerin by bubbleguchi

Summary: Since childhood, every glance from Katsuki has left Izuku in pieces, absolutely shattered by the feeling of being seen.

— — —

In which Izuku can't figure out what's got Katsuki so mad.

{One Shot}

Just the Right Height by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Summary: Izuku is too short to reach all the items in the kitchen cabinets. Luckily, Todoroki-kun is always there to help him. But why does that make Kacchan so angry? Izuku needs to know.

{One Shot}

fuzzy inside by fromthefarshore

Summary: Bakugo is jealous.

{One Shot}

The Bakusquad's Guide to Wooing Your Crush

Summary: “Really?” Sero pressed his index finger against his chin and thumb under his jaw, looking up briefly before meeting Katsuki’s red eyes. “It sounds to me like you are scared. If you aren’t, then asking Midoriya out should be a piece of cake for you.”

“This is, like, the best thing I have seen in my entire life,” Kaminari whispered not so quietly to Ashido who was holding onto his arm.

Finally, after a moment of tense silence, Katsuki sat back down angrily on his chair. “Fuck off, Soy Sauce Face. I will ask him out.”

Complete | 5 Chapters

The roommate by silverynight

Summary: Most of them are ready to see if the guy is worthy of Todoroki's time, ready to tell him he'll have to face them if he ever hurts their friend…

But then he opens the door and all they see is bright green eyes (like emeralds), messy green hair and a face that's covered in freckles and the most blinding and sincere smile they have ever seen.

"I'm so happy you're here!" The young man says excitedly, his enthusiasm is contagious and honestly adorable. "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"

And just like that Midoriya charms his way into their hearts as well.

Pro Hero AU | Quirkless Midoriya

19/? CH | Last Updated May 2024

You & Me, Me & You by mynameis152

Summary: They were still the Wonder Duo. They were still best friends. The only real difference was that they didn’t go home to the same apartment, didn’t sleep in the same bed, or share lazy kisses in between breakfast, showers, and on-duty hours.

Katsuki was fine.

{One Shot}

Stupid F**king Kiwi by red_sneakers

Summary: “WHERE’D IT GO?” Katsuki's hands groped Deku’s stupid, fuzzy head of their own accord, tilting it from side to side, searching for remaining long hair and finding none. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“I—I . . .” Deku stuttered. “All Might said it’d make me more aerodynamic?”

-or-

Deku gets a haircut, and Katsuki’s fuming mad about it, for some reason. Then it’s Mina and the Bakusquad to the rescue! Mission: Help our emotionally constipated idiot get his mans.

Complete | 7 Chapters | UA Students

Movie Interruption by Tilly_1255

Summary: Bakugo has an extra movie ticket and reluctantly invites Midoriya to go with him. All is going according to plan until Todoroki shows up to the same showing…Cue a jealous Katsuki and a completely clueless Izuku.

{One Shot}

Of Shirts and Strawberries by EnduringParadox

Summary: He looked down at his shirt and gasped. "It is. How did that—oh, the laundry. I must've grabbed it by mistake. I'm sorry, Todoroki." Midoriya blushed; the tips of his ears turned red.

Shouto shook his head. "Don't be sorry. We had a really late night. It's fine. It looks better on you, anyway."

"I don't know about that, but thank you," said Midoriya with a chuckle.

There was a loud snap. Shouto glanced at Bakugou sitting at the table with Kaminari and Kirishima, textbooks splayed open and highlighted in an assortment of colors. For all that Bakugou was determined to bring their classmates' grades up, his temper sometimes got the better of him, as it now apparently had; Shouto saw the source of the noise was a pencil not so much broken in half but pulverized in Bakugou's grip. His jaw was clenched, and his teeth were grinding alarmingly.

Sounding both delighted and scandalized, Kaminari asked, "What's this about a late night?"

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Shouto and Midoriya manage to bake a cake together. Afterwards, Midoriya accidentally takes Shouto's shirt, and Shouto is confused as to why Bakugou becomes so much more irritable.

{One Shot}

love in the mirror by endthisdream

Summary: “Kacchan,” Izuku said, amusement dancing in those bright, green eyes. “Just because we’re married to each other doesn’t mean that our parallel world counterparts would be too.”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened. He ignored the smug look in the Icyhot’s ugly face and the annoyingly similar sheepish grin on his husband’s copycat.

One Shot | Aged-Up BkDk

#bakudeku #jealousy #Baku jealous of Todoroki #ao3 bakudeku recs #SFW #bakudeku fluff #fic recs #bakugou x midoriya #ao3 #bakudeku recommendations #archive of our own fics #bakudeku jealousy fics #jealous bakugo #green eyed monster trope #fanfic recommendation #ao3 jealousy bakudeku #slight tododeku #bakudeku fic rec #bakudeku fic recs

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solmints-messyocdiary · 1 year

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I budged and colored the Patron so... uuuuuhhhh... here?

I am exposing him oml.

This is the general idea (green eyes, black hair, ivory/beige complexion) but Patron might look slightly different based on the AU.

Here is the regency AU.

OG Patron's face will still be obscured.

#I have... so many green eyed characters #I just love green eyes so much okay?#oc: the patron #slasher: the patron #regency au #ocs of cool peeps #darrell todd #little Darrell cameo yet again. He belongs to Blue <3 #my art #solmuse art #digital art #ALSO... GREEN EYED MONSTER??? JEALOUSY

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andrewvehansen · 2 months

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O! beware...

“O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.” – Othello, Act III, scene 3, William Shakespeare This 36″ x 36″ quilt was created as part of the “Going Green” Presidents’ Challenge for the 2023 Brooklyn Quilts! show. The only parameters of the challenge were that each quilt measure 36″ x 36″ and feature the color green. I decided to take my…

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#Andrew Ve Hansen #Art quilt #Boy meets quilt #boymeetsquilt #Brooklyn quilter #Contemporary quilt #FMQ #Free-motion quilting #Green-eyed monster #jealousy #Modern quilt #Othello #Quilt blog #Quilt blogger #Quilt feathers #quilting #quilts #Thread painting #Whole-cloth quilt

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2old4fun · 1 year

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Green-eyed monster

Dealing with jealousy in RP

This is one of those sticky situations that seems to come up a lot, but no one really wants to talk about.

Let's go over some things that may be causing the issue, and some solutions to try.

Issue number one: Reply imbalance. The situation? You're RPing with someone, who, of course, has other RP partners, and your partner is replying to everyone else's threads well before yours. Sometimes several times over. It can leave you wondering whether there's an issue with your writing; or maybe feeling like that person is just RPing with you out of a sense of obligation and maybe now they're regretting it.

This can be painful and frustrating. Before you let it get to too far, take a step back and take a few deep breaths.

The most important thing you need to remember is to NOT act on these feelings. Don't lash out or get angry. You will only hurt yourself in the long run.

I promise you, literally everyone experiences these feelings. They're just part of being human. It's okay, and it's okay to deal with them in a constructive manner. Take a walk, take a break from the forum/server, watch some movies or read a book or play a video game.

Also, in case you're wondering, it's absolutely okay to sit down and have a good cry about it. Maybe write in a journal or make some art.

Another thing to do is to to branch out, expand your horizons. Join other forums/servers, or start RPs with other people where you're at so that you aren't left sitting on your hands.

And try not to worry about whether a writing partner likes your writing. If you've been writing creatively for any length of time, you understand that sometimes, muse can be fickle. Sometimes, a certain plot can fire up the writing juices, and you just have to run with it, or, for whatever reason, a certain character dynamic grabs your focus and won't let go. And sometimes, you're just not feeling it, and trying to force a reply when muse is uncooperative is often like being pecked to death by ducks.

I don't say this flippantly, but don't take it personally. 99.9% of the time, it's not about you.

Issue number 2: Other characters being liked better/more sought after than yours.

We've all been there. Just hanging out in the server/forum, and someone talks about creating a new character, and before any details are known, people are jumping on the character, debating who will get to ship with them. Or a player leaves, for whatever reason, dropping ships on their way out, and again, there's a debate for who's going to pick up those characters. Meanwhile, maybe it seems like your characters are ignored, left to be on their own, pushed to the side when the "popular" characters come in.

It happens to everyone, I promise.

And again, take a step back, take a deep breath, and don't lash out, even when you're frustrated. I am part of the modmin teams for several Discord servers, and we've had people who have complained about it, and all it does is make everyone uncomfortable.

Not to mention, I promise that when you lash out like that, it's a huge turn-off for potential writing partners.

When you get right down to it, RP is a hobby, not a job. Every individual player has the right to choose which characters they play with, or don't. It isn't your right to harass or berate or browbeat them, to force them play with you or pay attention to you.

This is a game. Play with kindness.

#rp advice #jealousy in RP #green-eyed monster #rp #got questions?#got advice?#let's chat

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100yearoldcomics · 2 years

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June 10, 1922 Krazy Kat by George Herriman

[ID: Krazy Kat sits, thinking, on a log outside. /end] Krazy: "Ignatz" is not around about nowhere, and all the woil is woid, and wacant.

[ID: Krazy looks on as Miss Henn, a hen, is hit on the back of a head with a brick right next to him. It flies in from off-panel right with a ZIP and lands with a POP. /end] Krazy: ?

[ID: Krazy looks at the dazed Miss Hen, pondering further. He thinks of Ignatz. /end] Krazy: Golla. I wunda. I wunda. I wunda. Miss Henn: Ooh.

[ID: Krazy gets mad and starts thinking about a devilish horned figure labeled as "The Green-Eyed One". Miss Henn walks away. /end] Miss Henn: Ooh, ooh.

[ID: Krazy turns around, ready to fight, as a dog comes strutting up from the right. /end] Dog: Well, I sure bipped that fresh Miss Henn on the noodle, didn't I, heh? Krazy: ?

[ID: Krazy sits back down on the log, despondent. His speech bubble, filled with yearning, forms a heart. Ignatz comes in from the left and snatches up the brick left behind from Miss Henn's bricking. /end] Krazy: And to think I got jelly of him. L'il dahlink. Ignatz: Ah, I'm in luck.

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #krazy kat #transcript available #1920s #gay romance with bricks #tw: jealousy #the green eyed monster

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dirt-str1der · 1 year

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Im going to fucking kill and skin alive kiryus workout trainer for seeing him in such an indecent state biceps and tits flexing spine arched ass thrust up and out thighs clenching grunting panting slippery with sweat teeth clenched and in that slutty gym outfit no less

#Yakuza loveblog #im so angry how does it feel like to live my dream #seething with rage and jealousy the green eyed monster is eating me alive

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rosewind2007 · 1 year

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I am reminded by a lovely person that I have made SecUnit

growl

as well as

purr

❤️

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #gurathin #secunit #growl #three SecUnit #secunit 3 #purr #jealousy #green eyed monster

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superreader30 · 4 months

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#Fear Street #The New Girl #Anna Corwin #Goosebuds #Cory Brooks #Scholastic #Horror #R.L. Stine #Teen Horror #Willa Corwin #Brad Corwin #Jealousy #Green Eyed Monster #Horror Stories #Spotify

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azaleamoney · 5 months

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For the past few days I've have learned so much about myself, I've learned that I am not good in large groups of people that I do not know, I also realize how jealous I am of a person.

I don't know why I'm like this, I was never really this type of person in my previous relationships, but I do feel like my past relationships is what led me here. I'm with a man who was very ..

how do you say, talkative person, he's like a social butterfly, love talking and meeting people. This sometimes trigger me because of my past relationship, my past relationship that I was just in they were kind of the same, they love making friends with people but these things trigger me because of that. I believe that I am jealous because of situations that I've been in recently where my trust has gone out the window, I would give this person my full trust knowing the type of person that they were AND that is my fault 100%. I do also believe that things that I have put myself through is why I am the way I am with my newest relationship. I definitely think I need therapy or something that will help me not be disconnect

I do enjoy keeping this journal to write down my thoughts, so that way I can reflect on them. I know I haven't written in this for quite some time because I have been busy with work and not really feeling the need to write my feelings down. But this whole trip has made me realize a lot. My boyfriend deserves much more than what I am giving him at this point in time. He doesn't deserve me being the way I am towards him because of my past relationship. I'm trying to change because he's a good person and I don't want to lose him for anything. So with that being said I'm going to look into getting help or talking to people on how to change. I love him and I love myself and if I want this to work I need to better myself.

#introvert #dear diary #venting #diary #word salad #jealousy #green-eyed monster

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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BakuDeku ft. Jealous Midoriya

SFW

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still read AO3 tags.

Credit to @spatziline for the art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

His by sister_elric

Summary: Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions.

So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

What did she want?

One Shot | Second Year au

The Way You Make Me Feel by lostintheclouds321

Summary: Izuku doesn't understand how Kirishima befriended Kacchan so easily when Izuku has always been pushed to the side. What was so different between the two of them such that Kacchan will never let him get close?

{One Shot}

Wildfire by RunningInRoses

Summary: A wildfire rages inside Izuku's head, taking his functioning brain cells with it.

He knows he shouldn't be so irrationally angry. He knows.

- - -

A fic in which Izuku is jealous over how touchy Bakugo lets Kirishima get with him. They duke it out because that's the only way they've ever known.

One Shot | SFW

dry your smoke-stung eyes by gravitates

Summary: And then one day, Shimizu cracks a joke, and Kacchan is laughing. It’s a beautiful sound, cutting through the atmosphere like something wild and carefree, accompanied by the feral grin curling his mouth. But Izuku hears it like the shattering of glass, or maybe that’s the sound of his heart breaking.

Where his body used to turn away, Kacchan is now leaning closer to her, the distance between them collapsing centimetre by centimetre as the weeks stretch. And all Izuku can think is, I want to sit with you during lunch too. I want to make you laugh like that in front of everyone too.

There's a new girl who keeps following Kacchan around. Jealous doesn't seem quite enough to describe what Izuku feels.

{One Shot}

Quirkless & Support Course Deku

keep you like an oath by gravitates

Summary: Because once upon a time, he’d dreamed of becoming Kacchan’s hero partner too, saving the world together as a wonder duo. And doesn’t everything boil down to this, the fact that he could never be that person? Camie—dazzling, beautiful, who has an illusion quirk. Izuku—plain, invisible, quirkless. It’s this line between them that determines who gets to hold Kacchan’s hand in the open, and who gets to be kept as a secret.

Whose love gets celebrated, and whose love gets condemned.

— — —

Kacchan and Izuku get caught together on a tabloid. To divert the rumours, Kacchan's agency makes him fake date Camie.

{One Shot}

Aged Up AU | Quirkless Midoriya

No Longer His (Was He Ever?) by Inkspill7

Summary: Izuku overhears Katsuki confessing his feelings to Kirishima.

Complete | 5 Chapters | Second Yr au

You belong with me by KTDKJ0LYNE

Summary: So no, Izuku wasn't usually prone to jealousy, but in this moment he felt a very ugly feeling shoot down his spine.

— — —

Or: Izuku has anxiety, Katsuki is an idiot, and Shinsou is a lifesaver.

{One Shot}

Just Friends by KittKatt420

Summary: A new hero has transferred into the agency and much to Izuku’s dismay, she's an old friend of Kacchan's: Camie Utsushimi! And she has replaced Izuku as Kacchan’s partner for not only their usual patrols, but for their summer PR event too. And when rumors begin to circulate that Kacchan is dating his new partner, Izuku can’t understand why she begins to feel so jealous- or why Kacchan begins to invade her thoughts the way he does. But the more she sees them together the more she feels like this.

Is Kacchan really dating Camie? And will Izuku be able to confront her own feelings for Bakugo and confess?

Complete | 3 Chapters

Pro Hero au | Female Midoriya

Rated - Teen & Up

Kacchan by Eternal_writes

Summary: It’s one thing for Midoriya to call Bakugou, Kacchan. It's another thing entirely for Denki to call Bakugou, Kacchan. And what shocked him the most was that he got away with it. He expected to die on the spot. He expected to explode. And then everyone else started calling him Kacchan too, and nothing comes of it. So they keep doing it, and something unexpected happens. They realize it’s not Bakugou they should’ve been afraid of. Not by a long shot.

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Or the 5 times that Class 3-A got away with calling him Kacchan, and the one time they didn’t.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

"Ugly, Ugly Jealousy" by the_fanfic_addict2423

Summary: He didn’t get it.Izuku just couldn’t wrap his head around it.It wasn’t anything strange about today, another Saturday afternoon, another day of Class 2A piling into the common room of UA’s dorms for their weekend off. They could watch movies, play games, but the majority of the time they simply chose to chat about nothing and everything all the same. They’ve been together for nearly two years now and they were family. They were his family. Especially after all they’ve faced together. So, why did this strange feeling bubble in his chest whenever he was around them?

Complete | 3 Chapters | Second Yr au

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therevengeoffrankenstein · 5 months

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who up wanting to crush their retainer in their bare fist???

#myevilposts #overwhelmed in a jealous rage.#ANTONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#'o beware. my lord. of jealousy; / it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.'

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inspectorspacetimerevisited · 6 months

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That one time that Angie became jealous because the Spirit of the BOOTH was deposited into a woman, whom the Inspector accepted as the BOOTH:

‘Did you wish upon a star, and it came true?’

#Inspector Spacetime #The Inspector's Ex (episode)#that one time #Angie Lake (character)#became jealous #jealousy #Green-Eyed Monster (trope)#Green-Eyed Monster #Spirit of the BOOTH #BOOTH #DARSIT #X 7 Dimensioniser #X 7 #deposited into a woman #the Inspector (character)#accepted as the BOOTH #Did you wish upon a star #and it came true #quotable Inspector Spacetime

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willowbelle · 3 months

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Sous Chef

sanji & jealousy + possessiveness

per this request from my 500 follower event!

❤︎ sanji x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

cw: teasing, jealousy, obsession, possessiveness, body worship, oral (f receiving) (sanji kneels to eat you out while you're standing), fingering, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, counter sex, dirty talk, dom!sanji (but he also gets flustered a lot), use of "good girl" + "say my name"

summary: chef innuendos, sweet sanji to jealous sanji pipeline, reader is a huge tease ("i bet that swordsman could fuck me harder" type) reader really pushes sanji's buttons, sanji gets jealous, mentions of sanji being jealous of zoro, possessive sex ensues.

word count: ~5,000

tagging: @sanjisprincesswifey @bby-deerling @maddddstuff

Sous Chef

Sanji is an ardent lover; a devoted man, gentle and caring to the core. He's hellbent on making you his own and maintaining that bond, often expressing it through sweet gestures like gifting flowers, freshly-cooked meals, and handwritten love letters.

However, sometimes the gentle cook gets sloppy, and his tender demeanor falters, allowing his lustful yearnings to take the reins long before his kind heart can intervene.

He's quite susceptible to teasing, easily flustered by your sharp tongue and playful remarks, often hiding his flushed face behind his blonde bangs. His shy demeanor emboldens you, making you feel uncharacteristically confident. You frequently find yourself pushing boundaries, testing the waters to put his adoration to the test, seeing just how much you can get away with before his gentlemanly persona dissolves entirely.

You've never witnessed his possessive nature firsthand, but deep down, you're certain it lies within him. It must.

Today is one of those days; you're determined to draw it out.

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You’re pushing his buttons, as you often do, and though you've become accustomed to him brushing it off, offering a sweet smile and an amused laugh, today, the tender chef seems… different.

Silently, he moves about the kitchen, his movements precise and deliberate, taking long drags of the cigarette that dangles from his lips as he works. The sizzle of oil, the rhythmic chop of vegetables, and the gentle simmer of sauce provide a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. Yet beneath the surface of his composed facade, jealousy prickles at his skin like tiny, agitated needles.

As he stirs the saucepan, his mind wanders to the image of you with that swordsman, sharing a moment he's not a part of. It gnaws at him, a subtle ache in his chest that refuses to be ignored. He tries to focus on the task at hand, on the symphony of flavors he's orchestrating, but the green-eyed monster coils tighter around his heart with each passing moment.

His movements become more brisk, more forceful, as if trying to exorcise the unwelcome emotions through sheer physical exertion. Yet, despite his best efforts, the simmering resentment refuses to be quelled. It taints the air in the kitchen, adding a bitter undertone to the aroma of spices and herbs.

And so, he continues to cook in silence, the smoke from his cigarette clouding his face, the clatter of utensils masking the turmoil within. He knows that until he can silence the jealousy that festers within him, his efforts will be in vain.

To an outsider, he appears calm, composed, his attention solely fixed on the task at hand. Yet, to you, the recipient of his affection, it's evident that something is amiss. There's a tension in his demeanor, a subtle urgency that belies his usual ease. He's unusually stiff, his movements hurried, and he nervously gnaws at his bottom lip—a stark departure from the fluid grace that typically characterizes his actions.

So, you aim to tease, yet again.

“Don't like me flirting with that swordsman, do ya, cook?”

It’s a playful jab, but one that’s sharp, piercing through the thin veil of his composure. It's innocuous on the surface, a needle, perhaps, but to him, it’s a dagger.

Sanji’s hands momentarily still, the utensil he holds clenched a little tighter. His jaw tenses, and a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a forced smile. Inside, jealousy ignites like a sudden spark in the dark, consuming his thoughts and sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

In that moment, the carefully constructed facade of calm shatters, revealing the turmoil within. Your words hang in the air, that damn nickname, a painful reminder of the insecurities that gnaw at his soul. He struggles to regain his composure, to push back the rising tide of jealousy threatening to overwhelm him.

But despite his efforts, a crack has formed in his chivalrous armor, and he knows that once unleashed, jealousy is a force that's hard to contain. With a forced laugh and a shaky exhale, he busies himself once more, hoping to drown out the tumultuous emotions that threaten to consume him whole.

“It doesn’t bother me, beautiful,” he murmurs, more so to reassure himself, “I know you’re all mine.”

“Are you sure, Sanji?” you press, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, idly twirling a strand of hair between your fingertips, a deliberate gesture intended to stir his interest. “I don’t know, Zoro’s really been grabbin’ my attention lately.”

Sanji continues to cook, the simmering jealousy within him only grows more pronounced, like a pot left unattended on a blazing stove. Each word that leaves your lips fuels the fire, each syllable stroking the flames of his insecurity. He reaches for another cigarette, his hands trembling slightly as he lights it, the flame flickering in the dimly lit kitchen. The smoke curls around him, a tangible manifestation of his inner conflicts, and he takes a long drag, hoping to find solace in its bitter embrace. He clings to his kind side, outwardly at least,

“A wonderful woman like you has many admirers, I bet.”

He smiles but grits his teeth, the cigarette dangling from his lips like a lifeline, a futile attempt to quell the storm raging within him. The scent of burning tobacco mingles with the aroma of spices and sauces, a bitter undertone to the dishes he’s preparing.

"He'd never love you the way I do," the chef mutters through clenched teeth.

The remark is so subdued that you almost question if you heard it, but the tight grip on his wooden spoon, stirring with such sudden intensity, confirms you’d heard him correctly.

A smirk tugs at your lips. He's jealous. Bingo.

“What’s that, cook?” you jab, “Did ya say somethin’?”

That nickname again, it slices at his heart. He’s been worn thin, and you’ve stretched him to his breaking point.

With a sharp exhale, Sanji stubs out his cigarette, the ember extinguished with finality.

Slowly, he turns to face you, the simmering jealousy that had been gnawing at him now burns brightly in his eyes, an unspoken challenge in their depths.

His movements are deliberate as he approaches, each step echoing with an air of quiet intensity. There's a newfound resolve in his demeanor, a steely determination to confront the source of his unease head-on.

As he stands before you, the tension in the room is palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Yet, despite the storm raging within him, his voice is steady as he finally speaks, his words laced with a quiet authority that brooks no argument.

“I said,” he begins, “That moss-headed loser could never love you like I do, y/n,” he rasps, making you gulp dryly. His expression is authoritative but not unkind as he looks down at you.

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, caught off guard by the unexpected intensity of his presence. It's a stark reminder that beneath his gentle exterior, lies a depth of strength and resolve you hadn't fully appreciated.

As you take in his determined expression, a flicker of admiration sparks within you mingling with the lingering shock. You realize that this is a side of him you’ve only glimpsed in passing, a facet of his character that demands your attention.

Despite the initial shock, the playful, devilish side of you creeps in once again, up your spine, taking root in your skull.

Leaning in close, your breath tickles his ear as your hand glides up his toned arm, coming to rest gently on his shoulder.

"I believe it's time you remind me who I belong to," you whisper, your voice laced with a playful yet provocative undertone.

The chef feels a tremor run through him, a reaction to the proximity of your touch and the suggestive tone of your voice. His muscles tense beneath your hand as it trails up his arm, a subtle yet undeniable gesture that sends a shiver down his spine.

Despite his efforts to maintain composure, he can feel the telltale flush creeping up his neck, coloring his cheeks with a rosy hue. It's a familiar sensation, one that often accompanies your playful advances, yet it never fails to catch him off guard.

His heart races in his chest, the rapid thud echoing in his ears as he struggles to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. With a shaky exhale, he finally manages to muster a response, though it comes out as little more than a breathless murmur.

"Y-Yes, of course," he stammers, his words faltering as he meets your gaze. It's a vulnerable moment, one that exposes the depth of his feelings, and he can't help but feel a surge of both exhilaration and apprehension at the prospect of revealing his true desires.

But beneath the surface tremors and flustered facade lies a steadfast determination, a quiet resolve to seize the opportunity before him and lay claim to the love he knows is rightfully his. And as he gathers his courage, he silently vows to show you, once and for all, just how deeply you belong to him.

In an instant, he’s closing the distance, placing his hands on the countertop on either side of you as he crashes his lips onto yours.

His kiss is urgent, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own, and though his lips are slightly chapped and carry the faint taste of tobacco, you find yourself equally eager, reveling in the sensation of having him exactly where you wanted him—jealous and possessive.

You moan softly into his mouth as his gifted hands find their place on your waist, slender fingers softly digging into your warm skin.

Aiming to rile him up even more, you take the opportunity to take his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging softly on the tender flesh, earning a hearty moan from the man before you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, sliding his hands up your body to grasp at your tits, molding the clothed mounds in his soft hands as his hot tongue snakes its way into your awaiting mouth.

You mewl out at the sensation, a sound that excites the chef beyond belief. You wrap your arms around his neck as your tongues dance together, desperately attempting to get closer to him, to meld into one.

He pulls away, making you whine out at the loss. He pauses a moment, to gaze at you, your blushing face, heaving chest, it's almost too much to bear. He’s quick to connect your skin again, swiftly attaching his lips to the sensitive, untouched flesh of your neck. You whimper at the feeling of his hot lips on your body, the sensation is new and intoxicating, instantly causing goosebumps to bud all over your needy skin.

One of his hands slides up to gently hold your chin as he continues to kiss down the column of your neck, making you softly tilt your head back to give himself more access to your flesh.

“Good,” he rasps against your skin in between kisses, “Just like that, my love.”

The gesture is simple and gentle, but it exhilarates you, the chef is always kind with his touches, but tonight, he knows he’s in charge.

Weak, breathy moans and whines escape your lips as Sanji continues to kiss and nip down your neck, to your collarbones, then your chest. He pauses here, of course, taking his time with each breast. He’s devoted, tracing the contours of your body with reverent hands, his touch tender yet possessive, as if committing every curve and crevice to memory. He hooks his slender fingers beneath the hem of your shirt and shoots you a questioning glance. With your nod of approval, he lifts your shirt over your head slowly, savoring the way your curves are steadily revealed to him. His breath catches in his throat, and his heart pounds in his chest as he takes in the sight before him, drinking in every detail with hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Sanji whispers, awestricken.

Your cheeks flush a deep crimson at his words. While you've grown quite accustomed to this love-sick chef’s constant compliments on your beauty, this time feels different, as if his words carry a weight of sincerity and authenticity that pierces through his usual flattery.

His fingers linger over every inch of your skin, worshipping you with a fervor that borders on obsession. He revels in the warmth of your flesh beneath his fingertips, the way you respond to his touch with a soft sigh or a shiver of pleasure.

His hands are practiced and skilled, taking their time with your skin the same way he does preparing a plate. He carefully slides his hands up and down your bare torso, tracing your dips and curves with precision. His touches are slow and meticulous but they’re perfect, the right pressure in all the right spots. As if he’s taking his time selecting the finest ingredients, he takes in every aspect of you, savoring each nuance and subtlety.

He reaches around you, using just one skilled hand to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders and down to the floor. You gasp softly at the sensation of the cool kitchen air hitting your bare chest, your nipples hardening instantly. He’s kind, picking your bra up off the floor and placing it on the counter before returning his attention back to you.

He waits for a moment, taking in the sight before him. His skin is hot and his cock aches in his ever-tightening pants, but he’s dedicated to pleasing you, determined to worship every inch of you before he lets himself get off. He leans down, hot breath against your hardened buds as he speaks,

“You’re so perfect, y/n,” he whispers against your skin before taking your nipple into his mouth, making you toss your head back and whine softly at the sensation. His mouth is hot around your cool skin, and his tongue is no different, melting you as it swirls slowly around the stiff bud.

“Oh, Sanji-” you whine, your hands flying down and finding themselves in his blonde locks, fingers lacing in the strands as he continues to suck on your breast.

“Mm,” he moans softly before pulling away, just momentarily, to return to your other breast, rewarding it with the same wonderful treatment.

As he sucks and licks at your breast, his hand grants the neglected one with attention, squeezing it softly, rolling and pinching your nipple in between his talented fingers.

The sensation is beyond pleasurable, allconsuming, even, and you feel your core aching for more, dampening your panties.

“Sanji,” you whine, making the chef pull away to look up at you, “I-I need more,” you beg, “Please.”

The man's cheeks flush with a surge of blood in response to your plea. He's taken aback, but undeniably aroused; what sort of man would he be to deny your desires?

“Say no more, my love,” Sanji purrs, instantly sinking to his knees in front of you.

His newfound position ignites something within you—a testament to his unwavering devotion, his fiery passion. As you gaze down at him, the man on his knees before you, ready to fulfill your every desire, it's a powerful reminder of his dedication to your pleasure. It makes heat tickle your skin and take root in your aching cunt, your body slightly trembling as it prepares itself to be pleased.

Sanji’s preparing, too, eyes wide and pupils blown with lust, his mouth watering as he awaits your taste. He loops his fingers beneath the waistband of your skirt before giving them a gentle tug, pulling the fabric down your thighs to pool at your feet.

Part of him wants to wait; oggle you for a moment, your trembling thighs, your slick crotch, but the other part of him, the determined side, overpowers this fleeting yearning, making him to instantly lean forward to plant a gentle, yet firm kiss to your clothed slit.

The sudden sensation causes you to throw your head back, eyes screwing shut as you tug at his strands.

“Mm, Sanji,” you whine, “Please, more.”

Despite his jealousy pangs, he's still a giver in every sense of the word; he knows his head is meant to be slotted between your trembling thighs. And so, he gives in to your pleas, looping a finger beneath the crotch of your soaked panties to tug them aside. He immediately leans forwards, planting another kiss, this time to your bare cunt.

“Fuck,” you inhale shakily, instinctively spreading your legs to give your lover more access to your intimate parts.

“Mmm,” he lets out a pleased noise at your eagerness, granting you with a long, wet stripe of his hot tongue to your needy slit.

“Fuck,” he rasps against your cunt, his words sending vibrations up your body, “Divine,” he groans, licking once more, “You taste divine.”

You moan again, needier this time, more breathless,

“That means a lot, coming from a chef,” you smirk playfully, earning an amused chuckle from the man between your legs.

Sanji continues his gentle assault, his skillful tongue moving up and down slowly from your aching clit to your needy hole, groaning in pleasure as he works.

Your limbs are shaking so you try to ground yourself, planting one palm firmly on the countertop while the other rests on Sanji’s head, your fingers tangled in his golden strands. As he continues to swipe his tongue along your slit, he takes one of your thighs into his hand, lifting your leg so you can rest your foot on his shoulder, allowing you take some weight off your feet, and in turn, allowing himself more access to your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you moan in pleasure at the gesture, the newfound sensation of Sanji’s tongue stimulating new parts of your cunt making flames of pleasure lash at your skin.

He takes one more solid lick upwards before latching onto your clit, suckling skillfully on the pulsating nub.

“Sh-Shit-!” you curse, throwing your head back, tugging harder on the strands of hair between your fingers.

You instinctively open your thighs, desperate for more, knuckles growing white as your grip the countertop harder with each suck to your clit.

When you open up for him, he brings his dominant hand up, gathering your essence on the tips of his middle and ring fingers before slowly pushing them inside you.

You let out a weak whimper as he pushes his digits inside you, grinding your hips against them.

“Fuck, Sanji-!”

The pace at which he’s suckling on your clit never falters as he begins pumping his slender fingers inside you. They’re gifted things, perfecting cuisine for years, now deep inside you, pulling you further towards your orgasm with each pump and curl.

He curls his fingers with each pass to hit your sweet spot, stars dancing beneath your eyelids as you feel yourself starting to become deliciously overstimulated.

He’s just as desperate as you, sensing you’re close, he begins sucking on your swollen clit more feverishly, pumping his fingers in and out of you with a heightened intensity, hellbent on getting you off, to make you gush on his tongue, to allow him to taste everything you have to give him.

It pays off, and suddenly, you’re a trembling mess, shaking beneath his touch, struggling to hold yourself upright as he maintains his sinful efforts.

“Sanji,” you mewl breathlessly, chest heaving up and down as you struggle to maintain your composure, “I-I’m so close-”

Your words hold sway over this eager man, and he redoubles his efforts to please you, relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out of your throbbing opening, groaning softly against your clit as he continues to suck on it.

Pleasure washes over your instantaneously, making your limbs feel numb and tingly, your orgasm hitting you harshly, white and hot, overpowering, head-spinning.

“Sanji-!” you let out a loud moan, voice trembling as your peak rushes over you.

“That’s it, my love,” he purrs, “Give me all you’ve got”

He laps up everything you’ve given him, as if it was his lifeline, your essence clinging to his chin as he rises to his feet.

Your face is red and flushed, mouth hanging slack as you gasp for air, but before you even have time to catch your breath, the chef’s lips are on yours again. His tongue is rougher this time, more needy, you can tell he’s aching, aching for more.

“Sanji-” you whine needily into his mouth, “Sh-Show me,” you let out a shaky breath, “Show me who I belong to.”

And just like that, you feel the gentle tug of a smirk on your lover’s lips as they’re pressed against yours.

He pulls away slowly, something different in his eyes as he looks down at you.

With deliberate movements, Sanji’s hands glide over the fabric of his suit jacket, his fingers deftly working the buttons until the garment slips from his shoulders, pooling at his feet. Each motion is executed with a sense of purpose, as if shedding the outer layers of his attire is a symbolic gesture, a stripping away of the barriers between him and the object of his desire.

Beneath the jacket, his white dress shirt clings to his skin, hinting at the contours of his lean, muscular frame beneath the fabric. With practiced ease, his eyes never leaving yours, he unfastens the buttons one by one, revealing slivers of bare chest with each exposed inch.

Your breath hitches in your throat as the intricate details of his body are revealed to you; he’s thin, but toned, skin pale and smooth, untouched by the sun. He’s beautiful.

He stands before you, exposed and vulnerable, yet radiating a quiet confidence. There's a rawness to his demeanor; he’s willing to do whatever it takes to prove his devotion to you, to show you who you belong to.

He moves forward again, pressing his soft lips to yours as he slowly busies his hands with his belt buckle.

With each swirl of his tongue around yours, he makes progress with his belt, eventually removing it entirely, placing it on the counter next to you.

Soon enough, he’s sliding his pants down his legs, boxers too, making you gasp slightly into his mouth as his cock is revealed. It’s lengthy and slender, pretty, even, tip flushed a rosy pink and weeping precum.

You breathe shakily into his mouth, placing your hands on either of his toned shoulders, grounding yourself, “Please, Sanji,” you whine.

A smirk tugs at the chef’s lips as he obeys your plea, gently lifting you up to make you sit on the counter. He takes one of your legs and lifts it up, making it bend at the knee, your ankle resting on his shoulder.

Your face flushes at the lewdness of the situation, testing your flexibility as you sit nude on the kitchen counter, leg dangling over the chef’s shoulder.

Sanji lets out a shaky exhale as he takes his throbbing cock in his free hand, bringing his hips forwards to align himself with your entrance.

He shoots you a tender glance, “Are you ready, beautiful girl?” the kind man asks softly.

Locking your eyes with his, you nod, offering a soft smile,

“Ready,” you lean forwards, whispering against his warm chest as you prepare yourself for the intrusion.

Sanji slowly begins swiping his leaking, rosy tip up and down your needy cunt, making you moan softly against his flesh.

He brings his tip downwards to gently prod at your opening before pressing in, hissing through gritted teeth at the tightness of your walls sucking him in.

“Fuck, my love,” he rasps, his grip tightening on your leg as he continues to press in.

“M-Mmm, S-Sanji-” you moan shakily stumbling over your words as you slowly become accustomed to the stretch.

You reach around to dig your nails down his toned back as he finally bottoms out, making the two of you moan in-sync.

You both chuckle softly at the symphony, and Sanji begins, bringing his lean hips back to thrust into you slowly, carefully.

In an instant, he’s filling you entirely, the tip of his length cock coming forward to brush against your g-spot with each pass, making your skin tingle with pleasure.

“Fuck, Sanji,” you curse, nails raking down his back as he fucks you tenderly.

He’s groaning, face flushed red and chest heaving up and down as he gazes down at you, astounded by your body as his cock stuffs you full.

He’s gentle, petrified of hurting you, so he continues as he is, softly and carefully, bringing his free hand down to rub gentle circles against your aching clit.

In the same way a this chef meticulously crafts a culinary masterpiece, he approaches making love to you with a similar intensity, his obsession akin to the creation of a tantalizing dish.

The position you're in--your leg still up on his shoulder-- allows him to get as deep as possible, and although the sensation is welcomed, it’s simply not enough.

You want this gentle man to rail you, to make you come undone beneath him as a result of his skilled cock and brutal thrusts.

And you know just how to make that happen.

You lean forward to whisper against his chest in between moans,

“I wonder if you can fuck me harder than that swordsman could”

And just like that, something changes inside Sanji--a switch flips, a flame ignites-- soft, gentle Sanji retreats, and something new emerges from within him, just like you wanted.

In an instant, he brings his hips back to grant you with a particularly brutal, harsh thrust. His cock slams into you, battering your walls. The sudden intrusion makes you throw you head back and let out a weak squeal, but his pace only increases, thrusting in and out of you with a newfound brashness, his tip bullying your cervix relentlessly with each pass.

He’s brutal, strong, groaning through gritted teeth as he gazes down at you, watching you take his cock over and over and over again, tilting his gaze downwards to watch as your cunt greedily accepts every inch.

“Fuck you harder than this?” he groans, letting out an amused tsk as he continues, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together harshly dismissing all other noises in the kitchen.

“Fuck, Sanji-!” you whine, screwing your eyes shut as sparks erupt beneath your lids. It’s almost too much, but you asked for it.

“That’s right,” the chef groans, “Say my name”

Your face flushes a darker rouge at the lewdness of his words, you had never heard him speak like this before-- hell, you didn’t even know he was capable.

Your chest is heaving and your mouth and tongue are hanging slack, and your strands of hair sticking to your forehead from your sweat as you take his harsh thrusts, mind flooded with only visions of this sinful chef and his gifted hips.

“Say it,” he groans again, picking up his pace once more, pounding into you mercilessly, now, “I wanna hear it from your mouth,” he rasps, “Say you’re all mine”

Through weak moans and heavy breaths you oblige, your head growing numb as the chef brutally rails you, “Sanji-!” you cry out, “I’m all yours, S-Sanji!”

A smirk tugs at his lips and his grasp tightens on your raised leg as he continues, still rubbing tight circles into your clit as his cock abuses your walls.

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji-” you whimper, his name falling from your slack mouth like a needy prayer, in time with each of his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he groans smugly, “Don’t forget that name, y/n,”

“You belong to me.”

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