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kimhargreeves · 1 year ago

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Saved Again-Sanji x Fem Reader (One Piece Netflix)

Summary: You've been Luffy's friend for years. Being the first member to join Luffy's crew, together they are off to become pirates,.later on a certain chef has his eyes on you. And a fond memory of you and a boy after a shipwreck comes to mind when arriving at the Baratie.

(A/N: I'm so excited for the One Piece live action do I decided to write this!! I'll start on a Part 2 once the series is released. I absolutely love Sanji and he's my favorite of the Straw Hats. I relate to him a lot too since I was training to become a chef as well…anyways the one shot might be slightly changed once I watch the series.)

(A/N: Oh and also the reader is often confused as a boy but Nami and Sanji know she's a girl.)

"That's why I'm gonna be king of the pirates!!" Luffy exclaimed enthusiastically, even though we were in the middle of nowhere.

I turned around and frowned looking at him being too cheery and loud as usual. "Can you be any louder?' I glare before pulling my head out of the small boat we were in and I continued to throw up out into the ocean.

I heard a hum coming from Luffy and saw him tilting his head a bit. "Are you sure you're okay?"

This is the downside of wanting to become a pirate and sail across the Grand Line. Well, not many people get sea sick and start to pour their guts out.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and sighed. "If only Coby didn't accept in becoming a Marine. He would've maybe given me some of the medicine he was carrying."

"He did offer some yet you said you'd be alright without it." Luffy reminds me making me groan.

"Don't make me throw up on you." I warn.

"Will you two shut up already?" I glared and looked back at the green haired man who I forgot had joined us.

"Huh? Why don't you make me, Zoro? Our friend here might be dying." Luffy said patting my back a bit too rough.

Zoro looked at us with a bored expression on his face and went back to closing his eyes. "You guys are insufferable, would've been nicer if I was still tied up."

I point and glared at him. "You should be thankful that we saved your ass."

"Luffy was the one who did. You're too weak to save anyone anyway, kid."

"I'm not a kid! I'm older than you think believe it or not!!" I shout getting defensive and forgetting that I had be throwing up.

"Then why are you acting like a kid?!"

"Guys will you stop arguing for once?" Luffy said stepping between us and calming Zoro as well when we saw an island up ahead.

Idiots are they really dumb and don't know I am secretly a girl. The reason why I like to crossdress if for fun, but mostly because I've seen the way pirates who are men are more respected.

I once had cut my hair short but decided to let it grow and use a wig instead, besides being in disguise had helped me with stealing from people.

Luffy with his devil fruit power stretched all the way until his feet hit the sand and he looked around in enthusiasm.

"Wow this island seems so cool! But why is it so quiet?!" He asked loudly.

"Maybe this is an island inhabited with ghosts." I muttered and heard Zoro scoff and began to grab his swords when the boat hit the sand below us.

Zoro jumped off of the boat and began to follow Luffy. "Hey, (Y/N). Are you coming or staying?"

I raised my head and tilted my head looking at Luffy. "You guys can go on ahead. I'll catch up with you."

He nodded and I saw both guys beginning to walk further into the island. Slowly I got up on my feet and jumped out of the boat as well. I was deep in my thoughts imagining what it will be like to travel across the world and get to know other famous pirates.

Luffy's dream has always been to become king of the pirates and his number 1 person he's always looked up to was Shanks, maybe Gold D. Roger in second place.

As for me..I really don't have a dream. I've just been following Luffy around. I don't have a family. Shanks was the one who raised me along with Luffy, I came along later in the picture and don't have any memories of my past, only a few glimpses here and there but maybe it's just me reliving someone else's dream.

"So he's also a devil fruit user?"

I stopped walking and ran to hide behind a building and I looked over and saw a group of pirates, my eyes were set on the one between all of them. Buggy the clown. I've seen his Wanted poster.. wait!

My eyes widened and then I glared when I spotted Luffy in a cage. Are you serious?! He got caught..huh? I looked and saw someone else with them too, a red headed girl.

Where is Zoro anyways?

I frowned even more when I saw he and Luffy were caught. God damn it. It's up to me now, now all I gotta do is find out if this girl is an enemy of ally.

I got out of my hiding place and prepared to face the gang of pirate clowns…

"Hang on!!"

Someone shouted and tried to reach for my hands but I was pulled away by the harsh tides of the sea. My eyes and lungs began to sting, I felt like it was the end for me. Just a few minutes ago I was with my family, are they dead? Will I die as well and meet them again?

I couldn't swim so I felt myself sinking lower into the dark cold sea. I wanted to cry but couldn't and right when I was ready accept my death I felt someone grab onto me and I was being pulled up again.

I gasped along with the person who had saved me. A man about the same age as my dad saved me, I continued to gasp and began to cough up the salty water I had in my lungs.

The sky was dark with clouds covering the sky, it was heavily raining with thunder.

"Don't die just yet kid! Hold onto this." The man exclaimed.

The man could swim with ease and he had placed me on top of a wooden piece of what I assumed was part of the ship that had exploded. I looked to my right and saw a boy my age, with blonde hair and green eyes, his eyes seemed scared as well.

Are we the only survivors?

My answer was clear the more we got away from the shipwreck and landed on an island. The man easily picked us up and placed us on his shoulder, but the more he continued to walk the more I felt he was struggling, it wasn't until we made it inside a cave that I realized he lost his leg.

I was about to comment on it but didn't when the man seemed angry at something. The boy and I exchanged looks and didn't say a word, we only saw the man lighting up a small fire place as we continued to hear thunder and lightning.

I don't know who this man is, this boy surely isn't his son…mom..dad…my eyes began to sting and I began to cry out loudly with tears running down my face along with a runny nose.

The man didn't say anything and the little boy seemed to stiffen and I saw a few tears forming in his eyes as well and he began to silently cry…

By the next morning the man, the pirate who saved us said he wanted to be alone so he left the boy and I a large bag of food. "We refuse to eat this because you're a pirate and pirates are bad people!!" The boy had shouted earlier.

The man said almost nothing and left me alone with the boy. The boy and I looked at each other and we both didn't say a word about the man.

"Umm do you think we can make a boat somehow and leave the island?" I quietly asked nervous and shy to ask this stranger for help.

"Does it look like we have a way out of this island?! The boy shouted glaring at me. "What would a girl know about sailing anyways?"

I began to cry again and I did the first thing that came to my mind, and I had punched him. "All I want is to see my parents again!"

The boy seemed surprised by my action and began to hold onto his swollen cheek. "H-hey don't cry. You're gonna make me cry again!"

It was too late. He was crying again….

It had been many days until the three of us were rescued. An odd boat with some friendly men were the one who saved us, the man who rescued the boys and us took the boy in as his own in a way, and he was about to send me off to live a normal life with someone who was willing to raise me.

The man somehow got a nice dress for me to wear, as a last send-off he had done a dessert for me. A strawberry cake I came to love at first bite.

He along with the men on the ship all were outside ready to say their goodbyes to me. I even saw a man or two begin to cry.

"I always wanted a small girl."

"You can't even feed yourself properly how are you supposed to raise a kid." I heard one of them say to another.

"You ready, kid?" I heard the man ask making me turn to look at him. I shook my head and the man sighed and patted my head once. "You'll soon understand why I'm sending you off. You'll have a proper life."

My eyes wandered over to the man and over to the small boy I was saved with. The boy stiffened when I looked at him, and I saw his pale cheeks turn to a pink color.

"I-I…" I didn't know exactly what to say, that's until he spoke up.

"I d-do hope you enjoyed the cake I made with help! Next time if we meet again I'll bake you a whole lot more..also…if we meet again I'll make you my wife!!" He exclaimed.

The men behind the boy groaned and one of them lightly hit his head. "That's no way of a send-off!"

I shyly smiled at all of them and the boy….

"Usopp!! Nami!! Are we there yet?!"

"How many times do we have to say, no!!"

I squinted my eyes when I opened them. "That was a strange dream." I muttered to myself and glared at the three who woke me up.

Few days have gone by since he fought Buggy and his crew along with a few more pirates. Usopp was the new crew member. He's a bit odd and a scaredy cat but he means well. If it wasn't for him. Luffy wouldn't have his new and proper ship, officially presenting himself as a pirate.

The sailing ship was huge and fitted with us do well. Luffy named it the Going Merry. A fitting name for a ship.

I looked to my left and saw Zoro fast asleep, I felt envious that he could sleep through this much talking and noise. I made sure my wig was still in place and I got up to join Nami up front. At least it's nice to have another girl around.

"So…you don't have trouble with sharing a room filled with guys?" I asked and saw Nami giving me an odd bur serious look.

"No?" She squinted her eyes looking at me and looked back at the tides.

Weird…It's a shame I can't talk about girl things with her.

Luffy said he was searching for the last member to our team. Luffy is Captain, we have a navigator..well kinda that being Nami, the main fighter being Zoro, Usopp as the sniper and I fix anything on the ship

Since none of us are cooks. Luffy suggested on finding a chef. I offered to be the one to fill everyone's stomach, but everything I cook always ends up burnt.

The rest of us began to get things done on the ship until a fight began with another ship and the Going Merry crashed into a ship. My mouth fell open when we crashed and accidently directed a cannon ball into the ship that wasn't even attacking us.

"Crap…Luffy!" I shouted and saw him smiling shamefully.

All of us walked closer to the deck and saw the great damage the other ship received. "We better head in there and talk to the person in charge. And you are going to apologize." I said grabbing onto Luffy's straw hat and he quickly grabbed it back and placed it on his head.

He said nothing and began to follow us. We got onto the other ship and read the ships name, The Baratie.

I looked around and this seemed familiar. "You okay?" Nami stopped and asked glancing back at me.

"Yeah.. everything's fine." I said still looking around and ran over to her side and began to follow the rest of the crew.

We all entered the ship and wow was it beautiful and extremely fancy. "Wow..this is something else. It doesn't feel like we're in the middle of the sea." I said in awe and stared around.

Everything looked so expensive. I saw people around sharing their meals and couples smiling at each other and drinking fancy wine. Not to mention the smell, I wonder how the food must taste!

I was practically drooling when I saw a huge meal in a table. Nami had grabbed the back of my clothes and dragged me away from a couple who was staring at me weirded out.

"Get a hold of yourself, (Y/N)." Nami muttered and went to sit down on an empty table.

I nodded at myself then went back to checking the place out. This seems so familiar…I started to walk around and peeked over and saw many chefs cooking the meals and they seemed to make it so easy.

"I have an order for a large plate of seafood rice, potato pallie and medium sized bowl of sea pork soup. I need it done in less than 10 minutes!" My mouth began to water even more.

"All have it done in 5." Someone said on the other side with a British accent.

"(Y/N)!" Someone hissed my name and I quickly went over to sit next to Nami and Zoro. Luffy came in as well while we sat down and patiently waited to talk to someone.

I had excused myself after waiting for a bit and went to the bathroom. When I returned I saw Nami still sitting down and she raised an eyebrow looking not pleased when a man began walking towards her.

I felt my heart race when I saw a tall figure standing just a few inches away from her. A handsome man with blonde hair with one of his eyes being a bit hidden by it. He was wearing a dark suit with a blue and white striped shirt under it with a black tie and matching dress pants.

"Would the lady like something sweet?" I saw a smirk spread across his face and Nami just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

Who is he?? And does he know Nami? The man was clearly flirting with her.

"You gotta be joking." I heard Nami ssy. She then turned to look at me.

I didn't know what to do or say. I simply stared at her confused then looked to see the man look at me, he glanced for a second then once again and was now looking directly at me. He immediately walked away from Nami and began to walk towards me.

I began to take a few steps back and I gasped when he took hold of my hand with both of his hands and saw him get down on one knee.

"You are the most gorgeous being I've laid my eyes on. A sight no other I've come across in the Grand Line.."

Thank goodness Nami couldn't listen but it was quiet clear to anyone that this man was flirting with me.

"Y-You've got it all wrong!" I said trying to pull back and felt my cheeks turning red. I can't let anyone know at the moment that I was crossdressing as a guy!!

"I'm never wrong. My eyes never fail when I see a beautiful lady as yourself."

If I weren't in this situation I would be falling on my knees. He's so cute and handsome! My lips began to quiver and I felt my entire body freeze. I've never met a man who shameless at flirting with a stranger.

The man rose up to his feet now towering me and smiling down at me. "I-I…"

He smiled and Introduced himself. "My name is Sanji."

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axelsagewrites · 10 months ago

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Aegon x sister!reader (maybe the child of Aemma) where she puts him on his place once and for all

Aegon Targaryen*Truce

Pairing: aegon x sister!reader

Word count: 2359

Warnings: arranged marriage, feud, teasing, mocking, aegon having a drinking problem, viserys being a shitty dad, swearing, talks of whores, aegon hitting on reader, angst with slight fluff at points

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You hated your husband. He was rude and arrogant and a drunk and lazy and loud and egotistical and if the rumours were to be believed a whore. Aegon Targaryen was one of the most infuriating people you had ever met so when Rhanerya told you, you were to be married you screamed.

“You can’t possibly think I will go along with this! I hate him!”

“I know,”

“You know last time I saw him he told me I was prettier than all the whores in Kings Landing combined,”

“I remember,”

“And another thing-“

“Sweet sister,” Rhanerya stood from her chair to take your arms and stopping the pacing that had began to wear holes in the carpet, “You knew you had to marry eventually,” she said with a sympathetic smile.

You ripped yourself from her grip, “but to him?” you almost spat back, “What is father even thinking?”

“He’s thinking about the succession,” she said, her face morphing from concern to sternness as she began her lecture. It was one you heard a thousand times about duty and work and the crown. Rhanerya had gave you the lecture, your father had gave you the lecture, your aunts and uncles and lady’s and lords had all gave you the lecture. Maybe your mother too would have if she hadn’t died when you were so young. Even the queen Alicent had tried to give you the lecture.

There was no winning this argument. The debate was settled and no one heard your case. As your dear sister pointed out you didn’t even have one. You had been staying with Rhanerya in Dragonstone for some time but now it was time to return to Kings Landing.

“Daughters!” Viserys greeted with a warm hug and smile as you descended off your dragons back. “My sweet daughter,” he said, holding your hands gently, “I hope you are as excited as I am,” you did your best to smile back at him, nodding courteously to avoid another scolding.

“Boo,” Aegon whispered in your ear as he suddenly appeared at your back. you hated the way you jumped and hated more the way he sniggered, “How was the journey my dear, sweet, darling?” he said, moving to stand in front of you and meet your eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile.

You fixed an equally exaggerated one on yours as you spoke, “Wonderful my love. There was just one slight issue,”

“Oh, and do tell,” he said, swaying in closer, bending his head down in mock concern, “Your comfort is my top priority,”

You glanced over the full throne room which was currently filled with your betrothal celebrations. You turned back to Aegon once you were assured there was no eavesdroppers, “I never fell into the sea and drowned like I prayed for,”

You weren’t sure what the look that took over Aegon’s face was. Lust, anger, bitter hatred or sadness. It was all a mix behind his lilac eyes, “You’ve always had quite the humour my sweet,” he smiled bitterly before turning to face the room, “Quite the turnout, don’t you think?”

“Funerals tend to be popular affairs,” you mused before waltzing off into the crowd, leaving a now stunned Aegon behind to pick up his own jaw.

Aemond had only been a couple paces away when you departed and he was quick to join his brother’s side, “Must you always be a bother?”

Aegon snorted at his younger brother, “Please you didn’t even hear what I said,”

“So? I know you,”

“And?”

“I know you’re an ass,” Aemond said as casually as saying the sky was blue, “Try not drive your wife away before you’ve even wedded her. especially if you want any chance of bedding her,”

Aegon snorted, his eyes catching the floor, “Who said I wanted that?” he tried to say cooly.

Aemond leaned in to whisper in his ear, “The way your eyes are locked on her ass when she walks away,”

Luckily, you’d managed to avoid Aegon for the majority of the wedding lead up. Between catching up with past friends and mingling with prestigious lords you had little time for the creature. That was until tonight.

Viserys had decided there should be a dinner with his brother, wife, and all his children. You dreaded the whole affair, thinking how torturous it would be. However, you didn’t realise you would be getting off lightly.

While distant Viserys had always been kind to you at the least. he sent gifts on birthdays and said sweet even if hollow words. To Rhanerya, your older sister, he dotted on and to daemon he made jokes and laughed like old friends. However even you grimaced at the way he spoke to his sons.

To Helena he was kind though looked confused by everything she said or did or was. He barely looked towards Aemond and when he did you saw the shame behind his eyes. Anytime his attention turned to Aegon the boy seemed to shrink.

You had been sat next to your betrothed and in this time noticed how quiet he was. You were only two years older than him and always remembered when you were in Kings Landing together how he ran through corridors shouting and screaming as a child. You remembered the loud boasts he’d shout over the hall when you returned when he was a teen. However right now he was as quiet as a mouse.

Anytime his father looked at him he shrunk further into his seat and reach for his wine. The few comments Viserys made towards his eldest son had been lack lustre and cold. When Rhanerya asked about his achievements he would make jokes about the time he dropped a sword during a pretend dule.

“I was eight fathers,” Aegon tried to defend himself but when Viserys made another jib he just finished the wine in his cup instead of argue.

As Viserys and daemon laughed loudly, telling a drunken story from their youth to each other despite both being there at the time, you turned to Aegon, “Are you okay?” you whispered, so quietly only he would hear.

His eyebrow raised slightly, mostly in shock you spoke to him willingly let alone to ask him a question. A forced smile pulled on his lips as he slightly raised his cup, “I am drunk,”

“That’s not what I asked,” you whispered back, glancing back at the laughing older men at the other end of the table, “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” Aegon whispered, draining his cup for what felt like the fifth time, “It’s not your fault I’m a screw up,”

You wanted to defend him but as you opened your mouth you heard an ‘oohing’ from the bottom of the table, “The love birds are at it,” Daemon announced, nudging his brother’s side with his elbow. Cackles came from them both and sympathetic smiles from the rest of the table.

By the end of dinner, the king was slurring his words and everyone else was exhausted. Aegon stood from his chair, stumbling slightly and earning a heavy sigh from his mother. “Perhaps the prince could escort me to my chambers? After all this castle can be a maze at the best of times,” you suggested to the room.

Your eldest sister was shocked, but Alicent was quick to usher you both away. As soon as you exited the room Aegon went to stumble and fall and without thinking you reached out to steady him, “Careful!” you chastised.

Aegon ignored your pleas and instead slung his arm over your shoulder. You grabbed his hand that was dangling far to close to your breasts for comfort and pulled it away. Instead, you linked your arm with his, “Well that was torturous,” he slurred as you walked the halls.

“Is he always such an ass?” you asked as you reached some dreaded stairs.

“Nah,” Aegon said, shaking his head as he walked up stairs like a baby dear, “He stays away from me most of the time. First dinner I’ve had with him in what, four months? Maybe five actually. When was his name day again?” he asked.

“Nine months ago,” you said, and he clicked his fingers, nodding his head in affirmation before going quiet. “I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Why?” he asked as you approached the corridor to his room, “You’ve never done anything wrong. Even as kids you were always perfect,”

“I was hardly perfect,” you laughed, remembering all the antics you were involved in, “You were just overly naughty,”

“Its more fun that way,” he winked, a smirk growing on his face as he lent in. you pushed him away, but this time laughed slightly as you did. “Hey this is my room!” he said as you approached the door, “I was to escort you to yours,” he tried to walk past you, but you easily pushed him back with one hand.

“I think I’ll manage,”

“You sure?”

“Positive,”

“Okay,” he yawned, pawing at the doorknob before finally opening it, “Unless of course you want to sleep here,” he added as he stood in the doorway.

“I think ill pass,” you said, screwing your nose up at him though finding the drunken smile on his face oddly endearing.

That was until he kept talking, “C’mon sweetheart. You’ll be joining me here soon enough,” he said as his eyes tried to trail your frame.

Instead, you stepped forward, shoving his chest making him sway back far enough for you to grab the door handle, “Goodnight Aegon,” you sighed before shutting the door behind him and walking back to your own chambers.

You somehow saw even less of Aegon after that night. It was odd though. You actually found yourself looking for him in crowded rooms. “Is your brother alright?” you asked Aemond one evening as you stumbled across him in the library.

He looked up with a light smirk on his face, “why? Don’t tell me you’re becoming fond of him,” he teased making you let out a heavy sigh.

“No, I just wanted to make sure my betrothed wasn’t dead in a ditch or collecting diseases at a brothel,”

Aemond laughed lightly at that, “No not this time. He’s been in his room mostly. Don’t know why though. He wont talk much. He gets like this sometimes. Don’t worry though it will pass,”

“I wasn’t worried,” you said before turning to leave.

“You haven’t even touched a book yet,” Aemond called after you, but you ignored his teasing to find Aegon.

When you arrived at his room you knocked quickly but when no one answered you did it again but louder. A few moments passed before you groaned and checked the door to find it unlocked. You opened it without hesitation, “Who’s there!” a startled voice came from the sheets.

Aegon struggled to sit up for a moment as you closed the door behind you and placed your hands on your hips, “It’s been a week,”

“Hello to you too,” he sighed, flinging himself back into bed when he realised it was you.

You groaned as you walked over to him, ripping the sheets off his body as he yelped. You were thankful he was at the least wearing a shirt and his small clothes. “Are you avoiding me?”

“Is everything about you?”

“Do you always have to be an ass?” you retorted.

Aegon sighed as he finally sat up in bed, “Why do you care? You don’t even like me,”

Against your better judgement you sat down on the edge of the bed, “Well it looks like there’s no escape for me, so I better try,”

“Oh great, a pity conversation,” Aegon rolled his eyes, “How romantic,”

You couldn’t help it anymore. It had all been building up. The tears were pricking your eyes. You felt your hand slap his cheek and watched his face fill with shock. “I am trying,” you said, standing up and pointing at him as a few spare tears trickled down your cheeks, “I never asked for this and neither did you, but I am trying. You can’t flirt with me and check me out and expect me to fawn over you. I’m not some common whore and even then, they’re paid to like that kind of crap,”

Aegon’s face had softened slightly during your rant, but he soon fixed a distant look on his face. “don’t act so innocent. the first thing you did when you arrived is tell me you’d rather kill yourself than marry me,” You felt your shoulders slump at his words. “You always hated me,”

“Then stop giving me reasons too,” you said and as he went to sigh you cut his defences off, “Stop checking me out when I talk to you and undress me with your eyes. Stop going to the silk streets and visiting brothels. Stop making bitchy comments about me and stop pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. And for the love of the gods do it sober,” you ranted however when you stopped the room fell silent.

Aegon eventually broke it as his voice cracked, “Then what? You’ll love me?”

“No,” you said plainly but you returned to sit beside him on the bed, “But then we could be friends. Or at the least try. I don’t want to hate you Aegon, but you drive me crazy,” a small smile went on his face at the last line, “You enjoy making me mad,”

“Sometimes,” he confessed, his smile growing, “It’s funny when you’re mad,”

“Then I must be hilarious,” you joked, “So do we have a truce?”

Aegon paused for a moment before putting his hand out for you to shake, “Truce,” he said as you accepted his handshake, “So what is it friends do?”

You tilted your head at him, almost out of pity, “I don’t know. We could talk?”

“You always get annoyed when we do that,” he said making you huff. A grin spread on his face, “See?”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde, “I hate you,”

His grin widened, “For once I don’t believe that”

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remlionheart · 8 months ago

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Is there ANY chance you’d do a Gojo/Reader/Megumi euphoria version, just as nasty and beautiful as the other ones ??? You know, with dp, creampies, praise kinks etc

Maybe it could pick up when y/n goes back for another party like Gojo said and he found out that she also had a crush on Megumi so he invited him too and they’re all high etc. OOOFFF I got excited just by thinking about it

Let me manifest you writing this with your incredible talent 🙌🏼✨

When I tell you this had fireworks going off in my brain when I read it this morning 😮‍💨 I love all of you and your ideas so much ₊˚ෆ My schedule has been pretty tight lately between work and writing and trying not to lose my mind in the mix, but this got me up and to my laptop the minute I opened it. Manifest and you shall receive 🔮✨, ily nonnie ♡

➳ all of my euphoria fics are standalone for the most part, but meg's full story can be found here and gojo's here if you're new. this one in particular is more of an AU drabble than it is a continuation of either. (also - quick lil disclaimer: all characters are aged up to 21+, meg was raised by toji in this not gojo, and finally, i am not responsible for what i write when i'm ovulating bc this turned out fucking filthy) hope u like it ♡

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Show and Tell ₊˚⊹♡

You stared down at your phone, rereading the text from Gojo-sensei for what had to be the tenth time when you finally took a breath and opened the front door. His living room was exactly how you remembered it: overflowing with people and music and purple lights and drunken nonsense. The only difference was that you were coherent this time and actually able to push yourself through the sea of your former classmates as you made your way up the stairs.

With each step you took though, you couldn't decide if your sobriety was a good thing or a bad thing. Your heart was jumping around in your chest, your eyes glued to the floor in a feeble attempt to avoid the suspicious eyebrow raises you were getting the closer you got to his bedroom.

“I want you over here again next weekend,” he had said in between breaths, his cum seeping out of you as he pulled out. “Got it?"

You thought it had just been the heat of the moment talking. A fleeting 3 am coke-induced thought that he'd forget about once he came back to his senses, but he didn't. He was holding onto his demands, waiting for you as you reached for the door handle.

No one was allowed in his room.

No one, except for you.

Your footsteps came to an abrupt pause, your gaze suddenly darting between the two sets of blue eyes that were looking back at you. A familiar smirk tugged at the corner of Gojo's mouth as he held his hand out, motioning with one finger for you to come closer.

Megumi watched the way you walked towards him, noting the little exhale you let out once you'd reached him. Your nervous excitement was almost as palpable as it was pitiful. A faint shade of pink decorated your cheeks as you stood between your former teacher's legs. "Open." Gojo instructed.

Megumi had heard the rumors about the two of you hooking up, but he hadn't really believed it until now. His jaw clenched, his eyes still trailing over you while you obediently lolled your tongue out for the silver-haired man. He wondered if you even knew what you were taking as Gojo placed a point of molly into your mouth, nodding proudly as you swallowed it.

It was odd, how similar you still looked to the last time he'd seen you at Jujutsu High but how absolutely unrecognizable you seemed showing off for your former teacher.

"See how good she is?" Gojo mused, breaking Megumi's train of thought. "Does exactly what she's told. Takes orders so well." Megumi's pupils widened when he noticed that you were looking at him now as Gojo began to slip your shirt above your head.

"I... should probably go -"

"Relax." Gojo said simply, his hands reaching around to unclasp your bra. Your nipples hardened as it fell to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of the two of them. "You're here for a reason."

A burst of warmth and blissful dizziness spread through your body, whatever drug he'd given you was starting to take hold. It felt different than the coke you'd done last time, but you couldn't quite place your finger on what this was. It was an overwhelming heady sensation. A fluttering in your chest. A smile you couldn't quite fight back. An insatiable urge to just touch something.

Gojo shot the raven-haired boy a grin that could've rivaled that of the devil's. "I saw the way she was looking at you the last time she was here. Think she has a bit of a crush on you." His tone was taunting, his hand running along the curve of your hip as he redirected his attention up to you. "Don't you, baby?"

You wanted to say no. Wanted to lie. Wanted to create a convincing argument against it, but the substances in your system were making it increasingly difficult to not lean into your real feelings. The things you couldn't possibly say out loud sober, the desires you'd usually bury - they were all at the forefront of your mind. Willing and ready to make their appearance the second your mouth opened again.

"I -"

But Gojo's palm found the inside of your thigh before you could get it out, you nearly moaned just from the feeling of his fingers roaming up towards your center. Everything suddenly felt so good. So unexplainably fucking good.

"Tell him." Gojo prompted, sliding your panties to the side. "Don't look at me, look at him. Tell him how bad you want him to fuck you, baby."

Even under the red glow from Gojo's headboard light, you could see the curiosity and blatant want laid out on Megumi's face. You kept your eyes locked with his as Gojo slipped a slender finger between your folds, making it impossible to keep your voice steady.

"Megumi..." it was a whimper. A sweet, lewd little nothing that made his cock twitch. You reached for his hand and he took it, slowly lacing his fingers into yours. "Will you –"

"No. That's not it." Gojo shook his head, forcing your gaze back on him as he slammed two fingers into you, almost making your knees buckle. "You're not asking, you're telling him what you want. C'mon baby, use your words."

Your whines were echoing across the room, your body grinding greedily against Gojo's digits as you looked back to Megumi with your bottom lip lodged between your teeth. Your head was everywhere. Your body so overwhelmingly sensitive.

"Megumi, please." You tried again, but it was just as desperate and feeble as before. "I... really... want – oh, fuck." Gojo was relentless, the wet sounds of him plunging into you only getting louder. "Please." you writhed against him, shooting Megumi a helpless look as your eyes began to roll. "Please, Megumi, I – want you... to... fuck, ohmygod –"

"There she is." Gojo praised, using his thumb to rub against your clit. You were clenching around him, nearly dripping as you stood before him, your vision dancing between the two men. "Keep going. Keep talking. Don't stop."

"I-want-you-to-fuck-me." It almost came out as one word with how quick and breathlessly it left your mouth. "Please. Pl – ease. Oh, fuck. Fuck... I can't.... Gojo, 'm gonna –"

It felt like something inside Megumi had snapped as he watched the orgasm rake through your body. The way your eyes glazed over. The way you leaned against Gojo for support as your cunt spasmed around him. The slick glistening down your thigh. You looked so dazed out and gorgeous, it was almost too much to handle. The molly in his system was hitting him just as hard as it was hitting you.

His fingers were still tangled firmly into yours, your knuckles almost turning white from how hard you'd been holding onto him. The second Gojo released you, Megumi was pulling you over to him, his lips meeting yours with feral urgency while he guided you on top of him.

There was an undeniable energy between the two of you. Your bodies both humming with desire as he kissed along your neck, using his other free hand to undo the buttons of his pants.

Gojo smirked watching the two of you before leaning over to his nightstand and divvying out a bump of coke for himself.

Megumi was careful as he lined himself up with your entrance, letting his tip slide in slowly. You were so wet. Already moaning with how little he'd given you. "Fuck, you feel good." He groaned, placing his hands on your hips to help pull you down further.

You gripped his shoulders, easing yourself further and further down. You felt delirious from how perfectly he was stretching you, another surge of warmth rushing over you as you matched his rhythm.

"You're s'fucking pretty." He whispered, his hips bucking up, making your eyes nearly cross as his tip met your cervix. "So cute when you're all fucked out like this."

Gojo stripped out of his pants and boxers, undoing the buttons along his shirt as he continued to watch the two of you. "She's a tight little thing, isn't she?" He smirked. "Don't worry though, she can take it." His thumb was suddenly under your chin, forcing your face next to his. "You want him to go deeper, baby?"

You nodded back him with stars in your eyes, whining into his mouth as Megumi plunged himself into you earning an arrogant smirk from Gojo. "Look at that pouty face." he teased, parting your lips with his tongue. "Such a good girl, you know that?"

The feeling of Megumi filling and laying into you while Gojo-sensei instructed him how to fuck you felt too farfetched to be real. You must've been in a dream. A delicious dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

"Oh, you're close, aren't you?" Gojo grinned, noting how feverish your movements had become. How much harder your ass was smacking against Megumi's thighs each time you came down.

He stepped away, letting you fully grab onto Megumi as you mewled out his name, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You were clenching around him, nearly shaking from how good he felt. "Megumi, 'm - I -"

"Shh," he soothed, pulling you down onto him. "S'okay, I've got you. Look at me." There were overstimulated tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when they met his. "Let me see it."

You were writhing against him. Your eyebrows knitting together as your thighs locked in place. You slid down, taking every inch of him, making your body nearly convulse. Your pupils bloomed as your mouth fell open. Loud, incoherent whines leaving you as tears began to spill down your cheeks. "I'm cumming." You cried. "Fuck, Megumi. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, 'm -"

You were inconsolable, spasming against him with fervor as you drenched him. "Oh my god," he groaned, feeling himself teetering on the verge of his breaking point too. You were smothering him.

His head spinning from how snug and warm your walls were, how they just kept getting tighter around him the harder he continued to pump into you. You were so pretty to look at - the way your tits bounced perfectly with each thrust, the way your eyes stayed focused on him, the way you kept whimpering out his name in this adorably pitiful broken voice. This entire thing felt like dream to him too. A salaciously beautiful haze that he'd think about for at least the rest of his life.

"I'm about to cum." He warned you, unsure where you wanted it. Gojo stepped back in, standing behind you to place his hands on your shoulders as he pushed you down further, drawing out another blitzed-out noise from you.

"Let her have it." Gojo nodded, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail while he kissed the side of your neck, his free hand drifting down to your clit. The sensation made you grind against him even faster, moaning into Gojo's mouth as Megumi filled you. "Good girl." he whispered. "Look at how well you're takin' him, baby. Makin' me so fuckin' proud."

Gojo helped guide you off of him once you were both done, careful to lift you as a mixture of fluids spilled out of you. "Messy girl." Gojo smirked. "Need you to get him all cleaned off before he goes back out there, 'kay?"

You looked at him from over your shoulder, giving him a dizzy smile as he bent you over and Megumi spread his legs apart to accommodate you.

He was so spent. So high. So blissfully exhausted, he wasn't sure it'd be possible for him to cum again this soon. But the minute he felt your tongue press against his base, the way you looked up at him through those heavy lashes - he quickly realized that he had at least one more left in him.

Gojo took his time, admiring how puffy and pretty your leaking pussy was. He'd gone easy on you last weekend. Tried to keep his roughness to a minimum, but he knew you were ready.

He rubbed his tip between your folds, wetting himself with the slick. "Stay focused on your breathing."

It was the same thing he'd told you the last time he entered you, only it held new meaning now that you had a mouthful of cock and Gojo-sensei's girth inside you. Your back arched for him, your eyes glazing over as Megumi's hand tangled into your hair.

"You've got it." Megumi reassured you. "Just like that."

Gojo's grip was tightening around your hips the further he went. "Don't stop just because I'm in you, I wanna see you take that whole thing."

You mewled against Megumi, drool dripping down your chin while Gojo pummeled further into you. You kept one hand on him, slowly pumping as you tried to find a good rhythm, but Gojo's pace was picking up, rocking you back and forth and making you forget how to breathe altogether.

"Gojo-sensei ~" you whined.

The formality only made his thrusts more punishing, but your walls were sucking him in so faithfully no matter how hard he went. Your body absolutely melting at his touch.

"Focus." his tone was stern, his hips meeting yours condemningly. "Show me how bad you want this. If you stop, so will I."

You opened your mouth wider, letting the pool of spit you'd gathered glide down Megumi's length as he lightly pressed your head down. "Oh shit." He muttered, watching you take almost all of him.

"There you go." Gojo praised, his hand reaching around to meet your clit again. "See how good that feels, baby? To have my cock buried in you and his down your throat?"

His fingers were drawing heavenly circles around you, the room filling with the carnal sounds of him bullying himself into you and you slurping and lapping up every bit of Megumi. You were a whimpering, soaking mess. Moaning out both of their names now each time you came up for air.

"She's already getting close again." Gojo mocked. "Poor thing, she's just so sensitive."

His fingers swirled firmly across your clit, feeling the slick that was building as Megumi thrusted himself into your mouth. Your eyes were watering again. Your legs shaking and your heart ready to beat straight out of your chest from how obscenely euphoric it all felt.

Megumi moaned prettier than any man you'd ever heard. The noises he was making alone were almost enough to keep you going. You nearly choked on him when you finally felt him twitch inside you, coating your throat with warmth as his head lulled back.

"Fuck." he rasped, pulling your head back up to look at you. "You have no idea how perfect you feel."

You gave him a glazed over smile, your cunt throbbing as Gojo continued to dominate you. He could feel you about to bottom out. "She's so ethereal, isn't she? Like a fucked-out angel." He mused, watching you reach for Megumi's hand as you clenched around him.

You were completely incoherent, your vision blurred by molly and red lights and the softness of Gojo's sheets. Megumi leaned in to kiss you, still letting you squeeze his hand for support. "God, you're gorgeous." He breathed. "Keep goin'. You're right there."

You kissed Megumi so hard you were afraid you were going to hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind, holding you tighter as you shook and moaned against his lips. “There it is.” He nodded. “You love cumming all over us, don't you?"

You nodded helplessly, tears still streaming down your face as you returned his small smile. "So - much." You choked out, your pussy clamping around Gojo as he pounded his release into you.

You were so unexplainably full, almost afraid that you wouldn't be able to stand once Gojo pulled out of you, but he helped get you to your feet.

"My little show-off," He smirked, placing a light kiss on your forehead. "Always such a teacher’s pet.”

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my-drama-heart2406 · 5 months ago

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Re-watching season 1 and Galadriel and Sauron's first meeting is almost... Poetic?... Almost like something out of religious text.

Galadriel searched for Sauron for centuries. She scaled desert, forest and mountain, through heat and rain and snow just to find him. It's almost like a worshipper searching for their god. The way one has to go through a mentally and physically taxing perilous journey as proof of one's faith in order to reach, to see their god. The way Job suffered because God wanted to test his piety.

And that is what Sauron considers himself. Almost a god. And Galadriel his most fervent, most staunch believer.

Yes, she set out to destroy him. But while the whole world forgot about him, thought of him only as a fantasy, a story of the past, Galadriel believed. She believed that he was there, out there somewhere and she had to find him. But find him and do what? She can't kill him, he's too strong. And surely Galadriel herself knew that too. And yet she still searched for him. She was more loyal in her faith in Sauron than any servant, any follower he'd ever had. No wonder the elves feared that she was becoming the evil she set out to destroy.

And in the end she defies her people. People who have followed her their whole lives. She goes against her king, she goes against her closest friend. She jumps into the cold open ocean, just because she has to find him.

And then when she probably can't go on anymore, her lips have turned blue, her body, much more tough and persistent than that of humans, has reached it's limit. Then, he comes.

And his first words to her are, "looks can be deceiving". And he says that with a small smile on his face. An odd expression on someone who'd lost his people and was stranded at sea. And Galadriel wasn't even looking at him, she was busy trying to get her arms to move to get up on the raft. And he pulls her attention to himself, smiling at her.

It's as if he was telling her, throwing it at her face really. Like a God finally showing themselves to the worshipper.

You searched for me for so long. Here I am. I came to you. Your search is over. You found me.

#the rings of power #trop #rings of power #lord of the rings #lotr #galadriel #sauron #halbrand #tolkien

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alwayssassydreamer · 2 months ago

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Romantic Disaster

Song Prompt Challenge

I don't think I'm good enough for you I don't think you understand I can't love thе way that you do I'm a bad idea In the back of your head Crawling into your bed Telling you the same old story

Warnings: fluff though reader is a little self conscious

Characters: Ace x GnReader

The Moby Dick rocked gently on the waves, but the storm in your head refused to settle. The crew's laughter and chatter drifted over the deck, but you sat away from it all, staring at the moonlit sea.

"Y/N" Ace's voice, light and teasing, made you jump.

You looked up to find him standing there, his messy hair glowing in the moonlight, an easy smile on his face. That smile—so carefree—only made the ache in your chest worse. He deserved someone who didn’t doubt, didn’t falter.

He plopped down beside you without waiting for an invitation, resting his arms on his knees.

"What's with the pout? You’re missing the fun."

You glanced back at the crew. "I’m not really in a party mood."

Ace tilted his head at you, his smile fading slightly. "You’ve been like this all day. What’s going on?"

You hesitated, your thoughts a tangled mess of self-doubt and fear. How were you supposed to explain this without sounding… pathetic? But Ace had a way of waiting you out, his patience unshakable when it came to you.

Finally, you sighed and muttered, "I’ve been thinking about us."

His eyebrows shot up. "Us? What about us?"

You exhaled shakily, feeling the weight of your fears press harder against your chest. “I don’t think you understand,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I can’t love the way you do.”

The confusion on Ace’s face deepened. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “You’re so… open. You love with your whole heart, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. But I can’t—I’m not like that. I’m a mess. I hold back. I push people away. And I just…” Your voice cracked. “I don’t think I’m good enough for you, Ace. You’re sunshine, and I’m a disaster waiting to happen.”

For a moment, Ace didn’t say anything, and the silence stretched painfully. When you finally dared to look at him, his expression wasn’t what you expected. He didn’t look confused or upset. If anything, he looked… hurt.

“Do you really believe that?” he asked softly, his voice steady but tinged with disbelief.

You nodded, biting your lip. “It’s not just me. Other people think it too. And honestly… they’re probably right.”

Ace let out a sharp, humorless laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “God, you have no idea, do you?”

Your heart sank. “What are you—”

“You think I’m sunshine?” He shook his head, almost laughing again, though there was no amusement in his voice.

“Y/N, I’m a walking wreck. I have more baggage than anyone on this ship. Hell, I can’t even go a day without wondering if I’ll end up like my dad. And you’re sitting here telling me you’re the disaster?”

“Ace…” you whispered, stepping closer now, your hand brushing against his. “I’m a bad idea. In the back of your head, you know it. Crawling into your bed, telling you the same old story. Bad idea. Since the day we met.”

"If you’re such a bad idea, then why am I completely in love with you?"

The words hit you like a freight train. "Ace…"

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted, his eyes locking onto yours. “You don’t have to love like me. You don’t have to be like me. I love the way you love—the way you care about me even when you think I don’t notice. The way you keep showing up, even when you’re scared. I don’t need some perfect version of you. I just need you.”

You opened your mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Ace’s gaze softened as he let out a quiet laugh, his thumbs brushing against your knuckles.

"Look, I get it," he said, his voice gentler now. "We’re both a little… rough around the edges. I screw things up all the time, and you… well, yeah, maybe you overthink. But that’s us. That’s why it works. And honestly, I’d rather have a romantic disaster with you than some boring, perfect fairytale with anyone else."

A small laugh bubbled up in your throat despite the tears threatening to spill.

"You’re such an idiot," you murmured.

"Yeah, but I’m your idiot." He grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "And no one else gets to call me that, got it?"

You nodded, your chest feeling lighter than it had all day. Ace pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in the warmth that always made you feel safe.

"You’re not a bad idea," he whispered into your hair. "You’re the best idea I’ve ever had."

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, and you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“Doesn’t matter if we’re a disaster,” Ace whispered into your hair, his voice soft and sincere. “I still want this. I want you. All of you. Even if it’s not perfect.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the conflicting emotions swirling between you two. It wasn’t perfect. Hell, it was messy, and everyone around you probably thought you were both crazy. But in that moment, none of that mattered.

Despite everything, despite the chaos and the danger that followed you both like a shadow, you knew one thing for sure: this—whatever it was—was something you couldn’t walk away from.

And as his lips met yours, the world around you faded into nothingness, leaving only the two of you. A beautiful, broken disaster, wrapped in each other's arms.

#one piece #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #song prompt challenge #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #Spotify

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spxllcxstxr · 5 months ago

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Kintsugi • K.R

(Gif not mine)

Request: Pls pls I need Kendall x young reader wife with a kid living in a remote place away from all the post waystar drama — anon

Summary: Six months later, Kendall still believes he's broken

Warnings: fem!reader (referred to as girl and mommy), usage of mommy and daddy but in pure parental terms, you have an unnamed daughter, rehab mention, kendall takes meds and goes to therapy now, past suicide implication/mention?, normal ken stuff, spoilers for the end of succession

Word Count: 1.2k (I didn't think it was gunna be this long lmao)

A.N: this was a little angsty im not gunna lie lmao, I’m going feral over this request—I just want Ken to be HAPPY, not enough happy Kendall gifs, also i am not entirely great with writing modern bros so like sorry about the characterization? first kendall piece so if you have any tips let me know, hope you all enjoy!

Kintsugi - a Japanese art form that involves repairing broken pottery with gold

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"Ken? Ken honey do you want to join us at the beach today?" Your words cut through the painful silence of your master bedroom, shrouded in darkness despite it being past noon.

Kendall gives no indication that he heard you; no vague grunt or shift in movement. He just lays there--the blanket covering everything below his nose as his eyes stay closed. He isn't sleeping, you've been married to him long enough that his shuddering breaths and still as stone rigid posture was a poor attempt to convince you otherwise.

It’s like he thinks the blanket is the only thing holding him together. Like if he leaves that spot he’ll crumble to pieces right in front of you.

Your heart drops just looking at him. Being away from the city had obviously done some good, along with his month long visit to rehab, but Ken was still…healing.

You kiss his forehead before leaving, telling your disappointed daughter that daddy wouldn't be joining you today.

"It's one of daddy's bad days?" She asks once you feet hit the sand. Her childish voice laced with her innocence almost makes you tear up.

"It is, sweetie..." You nod, before quickly distracting her with placing your towels down and bringing out water bottles from her little pink lunchbox.

The ocean is what occupies her little body for the first hour or so. She jumps over the little waves and collects sea shells. Like what any parent would do, you snap photos of her with the biggest grin on her face.

Eventually, though, the two of you end up in the sand, using her plastic bucket and shovel to build a castle fit for a queen. She's actually not half bad, you notice, as the usual clumsy movements of a toddler are no longer present when she details her sandcastle.

“How’re my girls?”

You look up from the sand beneath your fingers to see your husband, clad in shorts and t-shirt.

“Daddy!” Your daughter shrieks, practically stomping all over the sandcastle the two of you were working on to get to Kendall.

She hugs his knees, squeezing them between her little arms, and he crouches down to hug her back.

Your husband smiles and it’s enough to convince your daughter—but not you.

He's tired, you notice; though it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. At just a glance it looks as if your husband has aged 50 years in six months. His eyes are sunken, not mention the dullness of his usually bright brown eyes. Kendall's normally sun-kissed skin now a deathly grey, which makes sense, he has barely left your bedroom much less the house. It’s almost as if someone had taken a spoon and hollowed out everything that made him human. Frown lines are etched into his face, your heart almost shatters at the overpowering aura of sadness and despair surrounding him.

Six months isn't enough time to wash away the years at Waystar.

You smile at him as your daughter takes his hand and drags him to the crumbling sandcastle.

Once he sits down he kisses you, placing a large hand on the side on your face. You taste the mint of the mouthwash he must've just used before his trek down here. Kissing Kendall was addicting, it always was, but with your daughter's groan of disgust you slowly pull away from him.

"Oh don't be like that kiddo, that's just what mommies and daddies do when they're in love." Kendall teases, ruffling her hair in the process.

She sticks her tongue out before turning her attention back on the ruins of the castle in front of her. Instead of crying about the state of it, she happily starts rebuilding with the help of you and Ken.

One eye never leaves his figure.

This sort of mood swing isn’t uncommon, for years you’ve experienced Kendall’s drastic moods, but this certainly wasn’t one of his highs.

The sandcastle slowly morphs into a sandkingdom; once she starts she never wants to stop. That is, until your daughter finally gets tired after the sun sets and she curls into Kendall’s lap.

You know you should get back to the house, it’s late, but it’s just too peaceful out here, alone on the beach.

Careful not to stir the little girl in his lap, Kendell leans his head on your shoulder, shifting closer to your warm figure. The stars flicker above you--a sight you almost never saw in the city. You take a deep breath before kissing your husband's recently buzzed head. Kendall hums, nuzzling even closer into you, like he was trying to burrow underneath your skin so you never had to leave him.

"I love you, Kendall. And we're ok." You whisper, the words getting eaten by the crashing waves just feet away from the two of you. Still, he hears you, you can tell by the sniffle against your shirt. Your daughter groans in her sleep, shifting.

He swallows roughly at your words.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…I fucked it.” Ken chokes out quietly, trying not to disturb the child. “I fucked it and I’m broken.”

His tears seep into your shirt. You angle your head down, your nose brushing against the top of his head.

"Oh Ken honey..." Your own lip wobbles at your husband's vulnerability. "You're not broken...you were never broken..."

"Then I'm--I'm fucking cracked, (Y/n)! I'm just not whole anymore! I don’t know if I ever was!"

Thoughts race through your head. Kendall had been doing better. He was consistent with taking his meds and he went to therapy every week. What if he tried to--? You clutch him closer to you, trying not to make yourself spiral when Kendall needed you.

His body shakes with silent sobs, your daughter still peacefully sleeping, unaware of the world around her.

The cool ocean breeze dances across your skin. You take a deep breath.

"Have you ever heard of kintsugi, Ken?"

"What? I'm having a complete breakdown and you're asking me about whatever the fuck that is?" He huffs, annoyed.

"Just listen to me Ken, it'll go somewhere." You kiss the top of his head to comfort his suddenly tense figure beside you. He eases at the contact. "I read in some stupid magazine that it's a Japanese technique where they repaired broken pots and stuff with gold." Kendall lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red with unshed tears and his eyebrows are furrowed, listening to you. "They were made whole again; made more beautiful and were stronger than before."

Kendall purses his lips as you bring a hand up to stroke his tear stained cheek. Your other hand lightly strokes through your daughter's hair, careful not to rouse her.

"We'll be your gold, Kendall."

All at once the tension leaves his body, tears cascading down his face. His once dimly lit eyes brighten to reflect the stars above.

"Right," He nods, almost like he doesn't know how to respond to what you just said. "My gold..." His eyes flick between you and your daughter before his head settles back onto your shoulder, almost as if he couldn't take anymore emotions for the day.

You sigh, leaning your own head against his. Closing your eyes, you let the sound of the waves wash over the otherwise silent night.

The stars still shine above you and the saltiness of the ocean tinges the air.

You were all going to be alright.

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#succession #succession x reader #succession hbo #succession hbo x reader #Kendall Roy #kendall roy x reader #Kendall Roy x you #Ken Roy #Kendall Roy fanfiction #succession fanfiction #Kendall Logan Roy #Kendall Logan Roy x reader

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conchcronch · 7 months ago

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I Could Never Forget You

Sanji x You

He was there, he saw you. Reality begins to sink in and you panic, hoping you can talk to Sanji and maybe, if you're lucky enough he could find it in himself to forgive you. This was not how you expected the conversation to go, but you certainly don't mind the new direction the evening has gone. A/N: While you don't have to have read the first part in this series, it would likely give you a bit more idea as to what's going on. But let's be real, who reads smut for the plot. Here is the first part in the series if you're interested!

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When Sanji returned to the crew after everything in Whole Cake, he was different. You chalked that up to processing the events; the broken off engagement, seeing his siblings and father again, and just trying to return to normal day to day life. The two of you hadn’t really spoken since his return, you stayed by Zoro’s side the vast majority of the time, and remained quiet when he wasn’t around.

You were worried about him, but at the same time you didn’t want to be the one who approached him first. You were polite, always saying thank you and receiving a curt nod in response. It wasn’t until you were recovering after a training session with Zoro that you realized why he was treating you this way.

“He saw us, y’know.” He was leaning against the railing of the deck, drinking a bottle of water as the sun was just beginning to dip. You had gotten into the habit of training on the deck after dinner when everyone else was doing their own thing inside, the lack of people around meant you got quiet moments like this where you could just enjoy being together without having to think about what conclusions the crew might jump to.

“What do you mean?” Your voice wavered, you half didn’t believe him, half internally begged for him to be joking.

“You know what I mean.” It had happened again, several times. But that was all it was, just a friends with benefits type situation.

“No he didn’t.” You said mainly to ease your mind but he took it as though he needed to defend it. You felt like you were going to be sick, bile beginning to burn your esophagus as you leaned your head over the railing, trying to take deep breaths of the salty sea air in hopes it would help it pass.

“You give a shit?” He stepped closer to you, a hand pulling the hair that was dangling around your face back so if you did throw up it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Yeah I give a shit!” You said, your head dangling loosely.

“Why?” You looked up at him as best as you could in your current position, despite his close proximity, his attention was directed towards the sun slowly sinking below the horizon.

“Because I liked him, Zoro. And even though he hurt me, I don’t want to hurt him back. That’s not who I am.”

“Do you still like him?” You sighed, not wanting to think about the fact your feelings were still lingering. You were happy in this situation-ship with Zoro, loved the attention he would give you and the way everything felt so effortless with him. But you were struggling to ignore the sour tugs at your heart whenever he would drop his gaze to avoid meeting yours. The way his hand would dart away at the very brush of your fingers against his, every interaction you had with him made you want to pull him close. But you weren’t ready to have that conversation with Zoro.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is I didn’t want him to find out that way.” You and Sanji had never discussed what you were, which until this moment you had used to justify your actions since that night. But you knew it was unlikely that Sanji would see it as anything other than what it was. And despite the ‘you were engaged’ argument you couldn’t refute the claims even if you tried.

”Find out what, that we fucked?” His nonchalant tone made your stomach lurch, but not in a way that forced your dinner to make a reappearance. The railing of the ship was digging into your soft stomach, surely leaving a bruise if you stayed hunched over it much longer.

“N-no…” You pull yourself up, Zoro’s hand retracting from the hold it had on your hair. “I mean y-yeah I guess that’s part of it.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, opting to stare out at the water lapping at the sides of the boat, forcing a clawed hand through your bangs. “I just wish I could have told him in my own time.”

“Why do you care, he was the one that got engaged.”

“There’s two sides to every story.”

”You didn’t much care for that ‘two sides’ shit when I had you bent over the bench press last night.”

“Well maybe I’m beginning to regret some of my past actions.” He hummed in acknowledgement, a silence stretching on between the two of you until the anxiety blossoming inside of you became too much. Without another word you grabbed your bottle of water and headed towards the door inside, your gate that of someone mid anxiety attack, completely unaware of the man on the other side of the door. Just as you grab the knob to head in, the door is pushed outward by someone on the other side, catching you completely off guard. Before you knew it, you were staring into the sea blue eyes of the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

“S-Shit sorry I-“ He looked just as surprised as you, the cigarette clenched tightly in between his teeth. He stepped around you, holding the door open so you could pass though, never uttering a word to you. You stomped through the halls, weaving your way around crew members, none of which dared to speak to you, clearly seeing you were in no mood. You open the door to your bedroom, sitting on your bed with arms crossed. Your brain going a mile a second, replaying all the times you begged for Zoro, begged him to make you feel good, all the times you went out in search of him despite the fact Sanji was around, despite the fact you knew he had seen you looking for the swordsman he hated so much.

“I need to find him.” You said to an empty room, determined to go find Sanji and put all of this to bed. To explain your side of things and hope that he can find it in his massive heart to forgive you. You left your room in the same panicked way you had entered it, navigating the halls expertly while you tried in vain to map out your discussion points as though it were an essay.

Before you knew it, you were standing in an empty galley. “S-Sanj-“ Your stammer fell on an empty room. Here you were, prepared to throw yourself at the whim of a man you had pined after for years only to see an empty room. You stood there dumbly, hoping that if you were here long enough, he would show up. Rarely did he go anywhere besides the men’s room and here, his showering schedule remained consistently as part of his morning routine.

The wind blown from his sails, your energy chewed through by your anxiety, you felt there was nothing left to do other then return to your bedroom and mentally agonize over things. The short walk back to your bedroom felt long and your body heavy, turning the door knob felt the equivalent of pushing a boulder up a mountain.

The lights remained off, you didn’t want to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You wanted to shower, to clean the anxiety and emotional muck off your skin knowing you were unable to get rid of it mentally. You pull open a drawer, searching for your favourite oversized shirt to put on after your shower, hoping the little bit of comfort it would bring would help you get through the rest of the night. But then you froze, something feeling off.

Your room, it didn’t smell the same. It wasn’t an unfamiliar smell, in fact quite the opposite, it was a smell you had grown accustomed to before it was quickly forgotten about and replaced with a much more earthy aroma. This smelled of expensive cologne and tobacco smoke. Then you become hyper aware of the feeling of eyes on your back, the sound of someone’s even breathing.

How had you missed him? He was sitting perfectly still on your bed, his gaze downcast and the familiar glow of a lit cigarette peeking out from his bangs that hid his face. “S-Sanji?” He barely reacted, his hand came up to grasp the cigarette, pulling it from his lips to allow a puff of smoke to be forced from his lungs.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, and if you hadn’t been waiting for this question you would have almost missed it. “Why of all people, why him?”

“S-Sanji, I have so much to explain.”

“Why him?” His tone was more demanding this time, venom in his voice. “There has to be a reason.”

“He was there for me.” Your voice was unsteady, your statement ending as though it were a question.

”When I wasn’t.”

“You left me” His head moved just enough that you could see his eyes through his bangs. You had said it before, he had left you, you had felt abandoned that day.

“I didn’t want to!”

“How was I supposed to know that in the moment?”

“I came back.” It was your turn to deflate. “I saw you.”

“I-I…I didn’t know about that until today…”

“Do you know how hard it was for me to slip out long enough to get back here?” He pushed himself to his feet and cleared the distance between the bed and where you stood, looming over you. “And I come back to see you like that.”

“I-I know…It wasn’t my intention.” He sucked on his cigarette hard, holding it in his lungs before blowing it out directly into your face.

“I wasn’t even gone for three days.”

“I know” You didn’t know what to say, even though you had just spent your entire walk carefully mapping all the points out, now that he stood in front of you you were completely amiss.

“What did he do that I didn’t?

“It’s not like that…I mean it was in the moment, I was hurt Sanji, I thought you had chosen to leave me.”

“Sexually, what did he do that I didn’t do?” His tone was impossible to read, it was masked better than his face which was mostly hidden by the shadows of the dimly lit room and his bangs, making him difficult to read.

“What?” Confusion and slight shock evident in your voice.

“You’ve never looked or sounded like that with me.”

“S-sanji it’s not a-about sex, not fully I mean…That’s not how it started at least.”

“But it’s partially about sex.” You could see his jaw tighten, biting down on the cigarette that had found its way back between his teeth. “So tell me.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. There was a drawn out silence between you both, your lips sucked into a tight line before you finally sighed.

“Sometimes I want to be handled…differently than how you do it.” He sighed heavily from his nose, smoke enveloping you.

“I don’t understand.” His voice was quiet, slightly cracked like a glass that had been dropped one too many times, but was too strong to fully shatter.

“You’re so gentle, which is nice. But sometimes I want there to be some urgency, some spontaneity.” You sighed, bringing your hands to your face to rub at your eyes. “It just started to feel too much like a routine.” You could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, you hated how this conversation was going, it felt like you kept digging a deeper hole for yourself, while simultaneously hurting someone you do really care for. “Fuck Sanji, I’m so sorry. In the moment it felt like it was justified. Like I was entitled to feel like this, but then I f-found out you saw and I-I just didn’t want you to th-hink I stopped caring about you.” You hiccuped a sob, wanting to sink to the ground but resisting. “I’m sorry I am so fucking sorry.”

Sanji had tried to be blank, tried to act like he didn’t care. And he had done a pretty convincing job if he did say so himself, but the moment he heard that broken sob his resolve shattered. His arms were around your waist before you could fully realize it, he pulled you into his chest, one arm holding you close, the other bringing a hand and cradling your head as you cried into his suit jacket. “I swear it was never my intention Sanji, I was just so hurt.” You tried to pull your head away but he held it firmly. “I never meant to hurt you, I-I…I don’t know, I’m just s-so sorry.”

“You shouldn't be sorry, I’m the one who’s sorry.” You could feel his lips move against the top of your head. “I should have figured out a way to come sooner, you should have heard the news from me, not from her.” He sighed heavily “And I-I was the one who agreed to marry her…Not at first, but when I saw you and him like that…I just convinced myself that things would be better if I left you here with him.” You felt your heart shatter, erupting back into broken sobs, your body rattling as he held you tightly against him.

“How can you even stand to be around me?” You managed to get out between gasps for breath you couldn’t catch and broken sobs.

“I made mistakes too.” You didn’t want to know what they were, but something about knowing you weren’t the only one who was far from your best self through this whole situation quieted your sobs.

“I don’t think I want to know what they were.” You sniffed, his finger pulling your chin up so he could see your puffy, tear stricken face, a small smile on his chapped lips.

“Why don’t we start over?” You nod, his smile widening. “Can I make it up to you?” You furrow your brow, wordlessly questioning him.

“If we’re starting over, there’s no need for you to make anything up to me.” He shook his head, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. “You don’t have to do anything for me.” You couldn’t resist cupping his cheek, the tip of your thumb swiping a tear that was just about to fall.

“Please,” You couldn’t help but smile at his plea. “I-I just don’t think I can…” His eyes darted away from yours “I don’t think I can be dominant like him.”

“Oh…I didn’t realize you meant make it up to me like that.”

“I don’t have to, I just thou-” You shook your head, unable to fight the smile off.

“No no Sanji, I just thought you were offering to bake me a cake or something.”

“I can do that too, or instead if you’d prefer.” You shook your head and pulled his face closer to yours. “After seeing you like that, it’s all I can think about. I need to see it again, I need to be the one who makes you sound like that. But I-“ He leaned forward, his lips against the pulse point in your neck, “I don’t think I can treat you the way he did, to h-hit you like that.” Memories of Zoro’s rough hand spanking you as his orgasm approached came flooding back, your thighs clenching around nothing at the thought. You could feel him breath in your scent, something he had gotten into the habit of doing for comfort. His soft lips trailed from your neck, up your cheek and finally they were inches from yours.

“I don’t need you to be like him, I want you to be you. I can be the one in charge if that’s easier for you.” Your lips were a hair apart and just before you closed the gap a whine slipped past his lips, clearly you weren’t the only one who was withholding some turn ons.

Your whole body melted into his hold the moment your lips met. Every kiss with him was always a whirlwind, breathtaking, and perfect in every way. You had loved the way Zoro dominated your mouth but there was something in the way Sanji kissed that was unmatched. His hands were clawing at the back of your shirt, moaning into the kiss. He had always been needy, maybe even a bit whiny, but this was on a whole new level. It was like he had been starving for this, for you. And now that he finally had you in his grasp he could let loose.

You had to push his chest in order to get him to pull away from your lips, he was already straining against his trousers and all you had done was kiss. “P-Please.” The words came out as though they were a breath. “Use me.”

“Wha-” Both hands cupped your cheeks, as though he thought you would look away.

“Use me for your own pleasure, take what you need, please. I need you to use me.” He guided your head to the side so he had access to your neck, pressing needy kisses on every inch of skin he could get to. “You tell me what to do, where to sit, how to touch you, fuck please, I’d do anything for you. I just want to hear what he got to hear.” His words were punctuated by kisses and nips at your skin. Despite his hands barely even touching you, you knew you were already wet.

“You’re sure?” He moaned at the question.

“I’ve never wanted something so badly.” His lips made their way back to your lips, meeting in a sloppy kiss that you both needed more than air in that moment. As your mouths were busy you managed to pull your workout shirt off, his hands shoving your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely bare to him. You could tell by how he was grabbing at your skin he was trying to be rougher than normal, trying to mimic how he had seen Zoro manipulate you. Your lips slipped from his, moving to kiss along his cheek until you could nip at his ear lobe.

“So you want me to use you?” You hadn’t intended for your voice to be so sultry, and by the wanton whine that slipped from his lips you knew that was a yes. “Can you get on your knees for me?” Before the sentence had fully left your mouth he was kneeling in front of you, his hands on the outside of your thighs with his gaze trained on you waiting for your next request. The sight of him fully dressed in front of your entirely bare body was never something you thought about, never something you expected to turn you on half as much as it clearly did. You held out a hand, he quickly put his in yours and allowed it to be brought to your lips where you greedily sucked on his middle and index fingers, that tasted of metal filled your mouth as you lapped drooled around his rings. Such a simple act was making your slick begin to seep to your outer lips, you could tell he wanted to delve in, press his face between your folds but yet he remained, patiently awaiting your next instructions.

When you were finished with his fingers you allowed his hand to slip from your grasp, his eyes remained trained on you, waiting patiently despite knowing where this was going. “Go ahead.” He moaned at the permission, his tongue was the first part of him to touch your, followed shortly by his lips as he moaned into you. ”N-Now I want you to finger me at the same time.” It took all your focus to get those words out as steady as they were. He slipped his middle finger in with ease, you were practically dripping already, he had many skills but you were confident that next to his cooking skills his next best skill was his ability to eat you out. The way he would somehow simultaneously suck on your clit while gathering your slick with his tongue was inhuman. But the way he moved his finger inside of you at the same time already had you racing towards your peak. “G-gods you’re doing so good.” You silently wished there was something behind you to put some of your weight on, but the second he used his free hand to guide your leg over his shoulder any thought of suggesting a change of position died. He added another finger without instruction but your brain was so far gone you didn’t even realize it. Your fingers knotted themselves in his golden hair, tugging harder than you ever had before, helping him maintain the pace you craved. It got to a point where he just extended out his tongue and allowed you to manipulate him however you needed, grinding against him desperately. His moans got louder, begging for your cum without words . His fingers were moving inside of you the same way Zoro’s had, and while Zoro’s fingers were thicker, Sanji’s managed to reach so much deeper. Your grip somehow tightened even more on Sanji’s hair, your hips ground even harder against his mouth when you finally came, your head lolling backwards as a drawn out moan slipped past your loose lips.

You came down slowly, releasing Sanji’s hair but never telling him to stop. His fingers slowed as did his tongue which had gone back to lazily lapping at your clit. Once you had come down from your orgasm, your body feeling limp and the cringe of over stimulation finally hitting you, you whined, grabbing his hair looser this time and pulling his face away from your mound. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and your face absolutely covered in your slick, watching as his tongue ran over his lips tasting as much of you as he could. “You did so good.” He moaned at your words, “You’re such a good boy.” You knelt down, meeting his lips as he moaned at the pet name. You could clearly taste yourself on his tongue, arms wrapping around you and his hands slipping low enough that he could dig his fingers into the meat of your ass.

“I missed your taste so much.” You're fairly certain he didn’t intend to say that out loud, the words muffled by your mouth against his before finally pulling back. “I thought I’d never get to taste you again.” You ran a hand over his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lower lip.

“I’m not done with you, you know that right?.” Your hand slid down from his cheek until you could begin working the buttons of his blue and black striped dress shirt open. It didn’t take long before you were straddling his lap, surely leaving a damp spot on his pristine slacks. The feeling of his soft, warm chest against your hands was something you had never quite experienced with anyone else but him. Zoro’s skin has nothing on Sanji’s. He breathed a curse, his nails digging into your hips trying to stop you from grinding against him, something you hadn’t been conscious of. You eyes met his, “I-I’m sorry.” he looked away from you, “I-I just…I’m really close…” His cheeks flushed pink, the blush even blooming on his chest as you pushed his shirt off his shoulder. “Aw, do you need more attention?” He nodded, still refusing to look at you. With the amount of teasing Zoro had put him through regarding his stamina you knew it had become a bit of an insecurity for him. Despite it never really being an issue in your experience you knew that he got worked up fast and if you kept going he would finish without much help, but you had no intention of ending this prematurely. You slipped off his lap, pushing yourself up to stand up straight before nodding towards the bed. “On the bed, sit on the edge.” He scrambles to his feet, staggering the short distance from where he had been kneeling on the floor to pull himself onto the plush comforter. “You’ve been so good Sanji” You ran a single finger along his jaw, his eyes glued to you waiting in anticipation for your next instruction, but little did he know, you were taking a break from instructing. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward,” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, being careful not to graze his straining crotch with your body. “Don’t you think?” He nodded, trying to move his head to catch your lips in a kiss but you move your head before he’s able to. “But I need you to do something for me,”

“A-anything” his voice is as rough as it is first thing in the morning, a sound you always loved but rarely got lucky enough to hear.

“You won’t like it.” With a finger under his chin you lead his lips to yours, stopping when your noses brush.

“I’ll do anything, as long as you like it, it doesn’t matter.” You slid your face along his, your lips going as far as being able to brush against the shell of your ear.

“I want you to cum in my mouth.” You heard his breath catch in his throat followed shortly by the hint of a whine. “I know you don’t usually li-“

“Please!” He interrupted you mid sentence, “Please let me” You trailed a few kisses from him ear down his neck, no longer having the fabric of his shirt to block your descent, kisses turning to playful nips as they got lower. Taking a second to dart your tongue out and feel the way his stomach tensed when you swiped it over his pebbled nipple before going lower.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me tonight, it only makes sense for me to make you feel as good as you made me feel, don’t you think?” You looked at him as you pulled at the button of his trousers, watching as he nodded repeatedly. You pulled his pants open, barely giving him a chance to push them down before you were fishing his cock out. He raised his hips enough to push his pants down, letting them pool at his feet as you wrapped your hand around him.

You always loved how reactive he was on the few occasions he allowed you to touch him. Not to say he was ever not reactive for you, there were a number of nights you wished you could have shoved his face in a pillow to get him to quiet down. But when you had his cock in your hand he was almost limp. Slowly you stroked him, kissing along his inner thigh the way he always did to you, going from the side of his knee inward until his leg met his body before repeating it on the other side, only met with frustrated moans when you pulled back. “P-please” You almost missed it, confusing it for a particularly shaky sigh rather than a plea.

”Please what, my pet?” You rubbed your cheek against his cock, feeling the precum that was leaking from the tip smear across your skin, watching him moan from his open mouth. “You know I’ll do anything for you, all you have to do is use your words like a good boy.” You could barely resist his cock anymore, his smell was almost intoxicating.

“I need to feel you” You rubbed your face against him more,

”You can feel me like this.” You loved playing dumb with him.

“I need to feel inside of yo-u” His words hiccuped as you ran a hand up his thigh.

“Well why didn’t you just say that.” Keeping your gaze trained on him you swallowed his cock in one go, giving him no time to process or get used to the warmth of his mouth. A high pitched moan ripped from his throat, his hands grabbing fist fulls of your hair on instinct, but your moan at his reaction convinced him not to move them.

You wanted to tease him more, break him down until he was begging. But you had missed him just as much as he missed you, you had just forced yourself to ignore it. You loved how Zoro fucked you, loved the way he’d force his cock down your throat at the drop of a hat, and then pound into your mouth like you just an object to be used. But something about Sanji got you so wet, maybe it was the way his cock felt in your mouth, the fact that your jaw didn’t get sore from the sheer girth, or how his body curved over you, almost to the point where you could feel his chest every time you pulled off him. “I-I f-fuck I’m alm-most there” His wordless were pleas, as though he thought at any second you were going to pull off and leave him like that. You doubled down, swallowing his cock over and over, making sure to moan around him as you did so. His hips began to buck up into your mouth, pushing his member into your throat once, twice then he came, his seed running down your throat as though it were water and you had been dehydrated. With every pulse he pushed back into your throat, each thrust weaker than the last until his body fell backwards and he whined, begging you to stop.

God even his taste was different then Zoro’s. You accredited the slightly bitter taste to his habit of chain smoking, you didn’t dislike the flavor nearly as much as you did the vice. You pulled off his cock, watching it quickly deflate as you run your hands up and down his thighs. Your knees crack as you stand, only on your feet for a second or two before you crawl on the bed, manoeuvring yourself so you can lay next to him, quickly getting pulled so your head is on his chest. “We’re not done, I know you can go again.” He did something that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan, his hand holding you tightly against him.

”I could never forget you.” The words seemed so out of place in your mind but yet tugged at a memory you had pushed far back. Even when you were concentrating on recalling it, you struggled, only able to remember it had something to do with Zoro and that forsaken night.

“How much did you see?” The question fell from your lips before you even realized. That and other variations of the question had been plaguing your mind since you found out he had been there for even one second, and you silently hoped he had been there for even less.

“Enough to get the picture.” The silence between you stretched on, and part of you thought you weren’t actually going to continue. “I heard more than I saw.”

“Okay, what did you hear then?”

“You begged.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Did you let him cum inside of you?” You nodded against his chest, clearly able to hear his heart beat faster.

“You never let me-“

“You never gave me the choice.” You cut him off. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted someone to do that?” you pushed yourself up, moving to straddle his waist, not at all surprised when you felt his semi erect member nudge against your ass. “I never had a say in our sex life.” His gaze averted from you “And that’s not to say it wasn’t good, sometimes it was great. But there were things I wanted to try, wanted to try with you, but I never got to speak up.” Your hands were on his chest to keep yourself up, his hands wrapping around your forearms for the extra support. “Even things I liked to do, you didn’t want me to do. This might come as a surprise Sanji, but I love sucking your dick.” His cheeks were burning and you could tell he was fully hard again. “I love it so fuckin’ much, I love when you cum in my mouth. But you never let yourself, you were just so stuck in the routine that you wouldn’t listen to what I wanted to do to you.” It felt like a weight was lifted off of you, for the first time since this whole thing, you felt like you and Sanji may actually have a chance if he was willing to give it another try.

”I just…I didn’t want to be one of those guys who never makes their partner finish.” His words were unsure, and he still refused to meet your eye line again.

“You’ve never been one of those people, Sanji.” You cupped a cheek in your hand, gently guiding him to meet your gaze. “For all the things you may not have done, you always made me cum.” You leaned down, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “Sometimes, I just want to return the favor.”

“What about being rough?”

“If you’re not into that, you don’t have to do it. I'm never going to force you to, or not want to have sex with you because there’s something you’re not comfortable with. But, that being said, you don’t need to hit me to be more dominant.” His lips tightened into a straight line, you could tell he was thinking very carefully about his next words, deciding whether or not to say it, so you kept talking. “I don’t need you to be rough, I just want us to be able to talk about things. Because Sanji, when it gets down to it, I like you for more than your cock.” You brought your lips down to his again allowing yourself to melt into the kiss as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down against him. ”I’m really sorry”, your words were swallowed by him, the only sign that he actually heard them was the way he tightened his arms around you.

”What if I hurt you?” His sentence was punctuated by the sloppy kisses he was leaving along your cheek and down to your neck.

“Maybe I want you to hurt me a little.” You shrug, your breath hitching as he nips at your collarbone, doing it again to the same reaction. He begins to sit up, pushing you back so he could have more access to your chest. You allow him to kiss and lap patterns along your chest, surely littering hickies all over you, he’s so lost in the moment he doesn’t even register the way you guide his swollen cock between your legs. He only seemed to register it when he felt the head of his cock rub between your slick folds, moaning into your breast as you sank down onto him at a painfully slow pace. You cradle his head against you, running your fingers through his silky hair breathing in his scent when he’s fully inside of you. You feel him let out a shaky breath, clearly trying so hard to last, already on the edge. “Look at me” You let go of his head but when he doesn’t move you bring a hand back into his tresses, grabbing them and yanking his gaze up, a whine coming from his bitten lips, “I said, look at me.” His eyes were glassy and his cheeks flushed, but god he looked amazing.

You had never thought yourself to be dominant, but something about how willing he is to do anything you ask, and those sounds, gods the sounds he makes really did something to you. Everything he did only managed to stoke the fire that was raging low in your stomach. “See my love,” You let go of his hair, dragging your hand down and along his cheek, “Did that hurt?” You could see the cogs in his brain attempting to turn, clearly clouded by the fogs of lust. He shook his head slowly, “Did it feel good?” He nodded. “Do you want me to do it again?” He nodded quickly, his lips parting. You couldn’t resist his pink lips anymore, leaning down to kiss him roughly both hands cupping his cranium, knitting your fingers through his hair and tugging every so often, your hips moving as you kissed.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t have parted your lips from his. You were fucking yourself on him, his hands running down your back and grabbing your ass harder then he had before, clearly getting a sense for what you were asking of him. It wasn’t until you felt him trying to pull away from your lips, his hands grabbing your hips hard enough to still your movements. “Do you want me t- How should I finish?” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips, the fact that he was asking what you wanted was all you had ever wanted. You pulled away, a hand on his chest pushed him back on the bed, his hands releasing his hold on your waist so you could sink down fully on him.

“I want you to do exactly what I tell you, okay?” His expression was priceless, you’re confident that if he hadn’t been actively fighting the urge he would have cum at the sentence alone.

“P-please.” His voice was a sigh more than anything.

“Hand,” You put your hand out in front of you, quickly he placed his in yours which you pulled forward, manipulating it until you could press the pad of his thumb on your clit, the rest of it splayed out on your lower stomach. “I want you to keep that right there, you don’t need to move it or anything just- just the pressure.” Having his finger right where you needed it was already ushering you towards your edge and you weren’t even fucking your self on him yet. “Can you do that?” With an expression of amazement he nodded, “Then, I’m going to fuck myself on your cock, okay?”

“God yes”

“You better not take your eyes off of me.” You leaned forward, your hands rubbing along his chest as you did so. “Not until you cum inside me, got it?” You knew he did, you knew he was going to be such a good boy for you and do exactly what he was told. “Think you can do that?” Your lips moved against his, swallowing his moans whenever he tried to answer. “Hmm what was that?”

“Y-yes I can, shit I can do that f-for you mm-o-“ His sentence was broken off by a long moan.

”That’s my good boy.” You pushed yourself back up before he could try to kiss you, your eyes never leaving his as you began to fuck yourself on him. You ground your hips against him, the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans intermingling echoed off the walls of your bedroom. You grabbed his free hand, bringing it to your lips and pressed kisses to it before moving it so he was grabbing your breast, a moan falling from his lips as he toyed with the soft fat.

“I’m n-not g-“ His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, but you were feeling generous and opted not to point it out, feeling yourself nearing your climax for the second time tonight.

“Move your finger, in slow even circles.” You were surprised by how even your tone was, watching as he nodded slightly before doing exactly as instructed.

“God you’re so good for me, Sanji” Your voice was wavering now, shaking as your thighs began to tremble, your hips speeding up as you chased your mounting high. “My good boy, always m-making me cu-um” You wished you had been able to keep your eyes open when the wave of your orgasm crashed into you as though it were a welcomed tsunami. Your hips sputtered, stilling for a moment as his fingers never stopped. Your eyes opened to see his brow furrowed and his lips caught harshly between his teeth.

“C-can I cum, p-please?” You pulled his hands off of you, your hips stilled as you lean down, chest against his.

“You want to cum now?” He nodded, whining when your lips pressed to his neck, his hands sliding up your thighs and around to dully scratch at your hips. “You’ve been so good for me, but I need you to use your words.” You lifted your hips, bringing them down quickly once, a long drawn out whine escaping his open mouth.

“P-please- '' You repeated your action, the same way Zoro had done to you when he was punctuating his sentence to prove he was better than ‘good’.

“Please what, baby?” You nipped at his neck, sucking hickies.

“Please, I need to cum, p-please l-let me-e.”

“I think you can ask nicer than that.” You pushed yourself back a bit, supporting your weight on either side of his head, his eyes going from yours to your hanging breasts that were just out of his reach. ”Just ask nicely and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His gaze moved back to meet yours, his pupils were blown out and his eyes glassy.

“M-mom-mommy please,” Oh… As though he realized what he had just called you his face went bright red, breaking your eye contact, his hands balling on your hips. You watched in real time as he began getting in his own head, but you weren’t going to let that happen.

“Does my baby need to cum that bad?” You used a hand to pull his chin back to look at you, shock written across his face. “Maybe just this once I’ll let you cum without asking nicely, what do you think?” You nodded his head for him, moving your hand back to support your weight while moving forward so he could finally reach your breast which had been just out of reach virtually all night.

You knew the pace he liked towards the end, and you did your best to replicate it without his guidance, but when it proved quite difficult to do in this position you sat up fully, his tit falling from his mouth as you bounced on his cock.

You knew this was about him, but when you felt the burning coil start to tighten in your loins for the third time that night you couldn’t stop yourself from rubbing your clit as you fucked yourself. You leaned backwards, your free hand supporting yourself on his knee, his cock hitting you at such an angle you thought you might be able to see his outline in your lower stomach. “S-Sanji I-I want you -to cum-m inside”

His hands on your thighs tightened and he began thrusting up into you as best as he could, sitting up suddenly to make it easier to fuck you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him allowing you to focus on getting yourself off. He only managed a few thrusts before you felt a rush of warmth inside of you. You managed to time your own, weaker climax to correspond with his, your stomach tightening as you rolled your hips against his, moaning loudly into his shoulder.

Both of you tried to catch your breath, heads resting on one another’s shoulder. Your hair was sticking to the back of your neck, even to your back. You could feel his cum begin to drip out down his softening cock which was still nestled between your walls, but despite that slightly uncomfortable feeling, neither of you moved.

Neither of you knew that on the other side of the very thin wall that you shared with the guy’s room, the door had been locked and a certain swordsman was leaning against it. He would never admit to it, he would rather swallow his swords then admit it, but the moment he had seen you come outside long enough to go in the direction of the kitchen he knew where this was going. He had gone into the shared room, pleading it was under the gauze of an evening nap but when he flicked the lock his shirt was off, his pants followed closely behind. For what felt like half an hour he laid there in wait, almost falling asleep when he thought he may have been wrong. But when he heard your startled yelp when you noticed Sanji in your bedroom his cock began to stiffen. Since that moment he had been working his erection, cumming twice, the sound of your moans reminded him of the first night you two were together. He had been chasing those sounds every time he fucked you, but they were never the same. But as soon as Sanji’s tongue touched your engorged clit your first whimper was exactly the same.

He had to be the one to make those sounds again, no matter what it took.

#one piece smut #ao3 #ao3 author #one piece #sanji smut #sanji x reader

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sooniebby · 2 years ago

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Hello, I am actually not sure if requests are open or not but feel free to ignore me if they aren’t! Would you be comfortable writing nsfw, pirate Bakugou x merman reader? Maybe Bakugou found him and decided to examine, and found a “hole” on m/n’s backside.. y’know? :D Thanks love, your writing is great!!

ఌ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

꧁ 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.2k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › reader has a vagina. Use of pussy/cunt. Weird mermaid butthole

Kinks › breeding/creampie, dub con

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

Katsuki wasn’t scared of anything. Any sea creature was swiftly killed by himself before they could even get a chance at him. He was the leader of his ship for a reason. But the sea was unpredictable.

He had knew that.

His ship, and his crew, were almost killed by a sudden tsunami passing through. Their boat was set off course and they wound up on some island. It was deserted so he sent his crew to find someone to repair the boat.

His crew was pretty small. Just Izuku, Tenya, Eijiro, Mina, and some random ass man named Aizawa. He wasn’t even sure were Aizawa came from. But it was nice to have a much older pirate to give him some tips whenever he was having trouble.

He would never tell him that. That’s for him and his brain to now.

But being captain, he decided to stay back with Tenya to watch the ship. Tenya was doing the best he could to fix the ship but he certainly needed help and new material. It was a miracle the ship hadn’t sank.

Katsuki was giving Tenya his space to work properly when he spotted a body on shore. He ignored them the first hour, believing they were just sunbathing.

But the body didn’t move.

It didn’t move for two hours.

He decided to just check. Just to make sure he hadn’t been staring at a dead body for so long.

“I’ll be right back,” he grunted before jumping off the ship. He didn’t even wait for Tenya to answer.

Not like he could stop him. He was captain after all.

Once he reached close to the body, he froze.

A mermaid!

He had thought Aizawa was crazy when he told about it before. But no, a mermaid was on the ground. Dead..?

Katsuki leaned down and pressed his ear on the mermaid’s chest, waiting for a heartbeat. Maybe it shouldn’t be in the sun. He reached down to grab the mermaid’s tail(?) and tried to pick it up.

That didn’t work. It would’ve even budge. He grunted and decided to just drag it to the ocean. Grasping the end of the tail, he began to drag it.

The thing didn’t even budge. Could it really be dead?

The first touch of water on his feet and the tail sent the mermaid awake wihh the a jolt. It screamed in shock, mainly fear, and began to try and pull away from Katsuki.

“Hey! Calm down!” He yelled, letting go of the tail as it began to violently slash water in his face. Wiping away the water, he glanced down at the mermaid who had stopped moving.

It looked at him in fear before looking around the area.

“Where…?” It said but soon stopped.

“You okay?” Katsuki asked.

Katsuki wasn’t even sure if this mermaid had a gender. It looked male based on its flat chest and boyish features. But was that a male to other mermaids?

“The water..” the mermaid replied. He(?) looked at Katsuki before glancing over at their wrecked ship. A frown appeared on his lip. Was he connecting the dots..?

“The water pushed me away. I don’t know…” he looked panicked, tears streaming down his face. “Oh no…”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say. What could he say to someone, a creature he thought was fake, on basically being washed away from his family? How far did it take him?

“I can… I can help you find your family.” Katsuki said. He wanted to punch himself in the face. How the fuck were they supposed to find them?

A smile appeared on the mermaid lips. “Really?! You’re so nice!”

“Yeah…”

“Meet me back here tonight, yes?” The mermaid asked.

“Sure.” Katsuki said. He didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t sure he could actually do that.

“Call me… oh. (Name)!” (Name) said. “What’s your name?”

“Katsuki. Bakugo Katsuki.”

“Suki!” (Name) giggled.

“No—”

“I’ll see you later, Suki!” With that, (Name) went back into the ocean. Katsuki watched with a heavy feeling on his heart. He didn’t know what to do. For the first time in awhile.

He’d have to ask Aizawa.

ꕤ

“Hey! Those mermaids you were yapping about! I got a few questions.” Katsuki said when everyone else was sleeping in their quarters. Aizawa looked at him with a raised brow but nodded for him to continue.

“What if… what if they were real?”

“They are.”

“Tch! You know what I mean. What if you meet one?”

“Mermaids don’t like talking to humans. Only if they need something.”

“…what if you promise something one of them?” Katsuki asked, glancing at the sunset. It was almost time for him to meet (Name).

Aizawa finally turned to face him. “What have you done?”

“The fuck? Why’re you so scared?”

“Katsuki, what did the mermaid want?”

“To find his home. He got washed up by the tsunami.”

“Okay.. okay. What was the promise?”

“Well, to meet him tonight. The family was something I said.”

Aizawa seemed to calm down a bit. “Alright. Go tonight but tell him you can’t help him. You have a ship and crew to worry about. Mermaids aren’t as innocent as they seem.”

Katsuki hummed. “Alright. I’ll tell you how it goes.” He didn’t know why he felt sad. It felt so cruel to get the mermaid’s hopes up only to tell him no right after. But if Aizawa was fearful of the mermaid, he’d do what he said.

At the spot he had last seen (Name), it was about a twenty minute walk from the ship. It was a bit hard to see anyone from where his ship was, especially in the dark. Katsuki waited a bit until he saw (Name) swim up.

“Suki!”

“Hey, I’m sorry but i can’t help you.”

(Name) frowned.

“I have my ship and crew mates to worry about. We also got displaced by this tsunami too. I’m sorry for getting your hopes up.” Katsuki hoped that would suffice.

(Name) stared at him. He just stared. His mouth opened and suddenly Katsuki found himself in a cave. Katsuki looked around in shock, wondering just what the hell happened.

The cave was illuminated with blue crystals. It looked like the cave they had saw when steering themselves to this land. But how did he get here?

He looked around and saw (Name) beside him, on his front. His backside was out and free, showing off a hole in his tail. If (Name) had been human, Katsuki was sure it would’ve been where his ass is.

Was that a butthole?

Something was certainly wrong with Katsuki because never in his life would he willingly touch someone’s asshole. Especially a sea creature. But he slowly reached over and pressed both hands on either side of the hole and pulled it apart.

It certainly mimicked an asshole. But it was blue, like (Name)’s tail. Katsuki couldn’t help himself. It was as if his body moved on auto pilot as he slipped in two fingers with ease.

The feeling was unreal. He wasn’t sure what it felt like but he didn’t really have anything to compare it to. It clenched tightly around his fingers whenever he pulled them out too far.

“Suki…”

Huh? Was (Name) awake?

“Suki, you big pervert!”

The sound of skin slapping together caught Katsuki’s attention. Whatever or wherever he was, he was back on the beach. The sand on his back and the moon shining down on him.

Did he take any fucking drugs during dinner? What the hell was going on?

“Suki! What were you dreaming about?”

Katsuki grunted as he looked at the heavy body on top of him. It was (Name). But with a human lower half. (Name) had a pussy. But still had a male upper half. It was strange but Katsuki couldn’t ignore the pleasure he got from (Name)’s pussy(?) around his cock.

Was he going crazy?!

“You’re so big, Suki. I’m glad the moon chose you,” (Name) moaned, picking up the pace as he slammed down on the cock beneath him. His moaning tied with the slapping of skin was so foreign to Katsuki.

He had become a pirate since he was fourteen. He never had the time for dating. His crew and ship mattered too much to worry about dating. Sure he masturbated but he never felt tight heat of a pussy or ass.

And god was he angry he waited until he was twenty-five for it. What a boring life to live.

(Name) was a moaning mess, his pussy clenching down on Katsuki’s cock whenever he almost slipped out. He was too focused on his own pleasure at this point.

Katsuki grunted as he gripped (Name)’s waist. He wasn’t sure if he should push him off or pull him closer. Something about the moon above him was making him feel hazy. He couldn’t think straight.

All he could think about was breeding.

But he was never into having children. Was it because of (Name)? He wasn’t sure but he knew that future Katsuki could worry about that. Katsuki right now would enjoy the pleasure he’s been missing.

“Suki… Suki, please give me babies,” (Name) babbled, his bouncing beginning to be inconsistent. He was getting tired. If (Name) was a mermaid all this time, using legs would be so tiring.

Katsuki smirked to himself. He might as well help the poor guy out.

With ease, he switched their positions. (Name) squeaked as his back touched the cold sand and Katsuki towered over him. He blushed at the sight of him covering his body.

“You want a baby so bad? I’ll have to breed this cunt, then.”

Katsuki slammed his cock back inside (Name)’s awaiting cunt, enjoying the squeals he got from him. He reached one hand down and rubbed at the large nub sticking out of (Name)’s pussy. It resembled a little cocklit, if he had to be honest.

The attention towards it gained screams from (Name). His hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he wrapped his legs around his waist, effectively making him trapped inside of his wet cunt.

Whatever the moon was doing to his libido, Katsuki felt close already. His thrusting began to speed up, wanting to dump his load inside of (Name).

“Suki! Inside, please~!”

Katsuki simply grunted as he captured (Name)’s lips into a kiss. (Name) easily returned it, his moans being muffled by it. It took only two more thrusts before Katsuki’s was emptying himself inside of (Name), pulling away from the kiss for a breather.

“Suki, you helped me fulfill the moon’s promise.” (Name) said, grasping at Katsuki’s face as he smiled up at him. Katsuki hummed in confusion. He honestly just wanted to sleep.

“Mermaids are born female and male… but a curse makes males unable to have a cock. We have to get pregnant by human males. It’s why I have a vagina.”

“I’m so confused..” Katsuki yawned. “It doesn’t explain that weird dream..”

“Thats what I have in my true form. The moon gives us human body parts for the breeding. Thank you, Suki. I’ll be able to have babies.”

Katsuki simply hummed and collapsed on top of (Name). (Name) blinked as he heard the pirate fall asleep. In the moon, mermaids got their human body and much more hornier for breeding. It did enhance the human males’ libido as well but it always gave the after effect of falling asleep right after.

“But I’m still horny…” (Name) whined.

ꕤ

Katsuki woke up with a jolt. The sun was beginning to rise. He groaned in pain as he felt something clench around his cock. It felt similar to the weird hole in his dream.

He glanced to his side and saw (Name)’s back towards him. Katsuki’s own arms was wrapped around his waist as his cock was buried deep inside the asshole. (Name) had his tail back.

“Are you finished…?” (Name) whimpered, his breathing shallow. He sounded tired. Just how long did they go for?

“What the..?”

“You started to fuck me so suddenly. I think the moon was still affecting you to breed. But I’m back in my mermaid form, it won’t take.” (Name) sounded disappointed.

Katsuki glanced down to see the hole was drenched with cum inside. A few drops dripped out onto the sound. He kinda wished he was awake during that. How did a mermaid asshole feel to fuck?

Well, it’s not like he’d have anything to compare it to.

Katsuki pulled out, watching the sudden glob of cum that rushed out of (Name)’s hole. (Name) whimpered at the feeling.

“Sorry… but do you mind pushing me back to the ocean…?”

“Oh, sure.”

Once (Name) was in the water. He looked back at Katsuki with a grin.

“Can you come back here in six months? The babies would be born by then!”

Katsuki felt faint. First time he ever had sex was with a mermaid and he was already a father.

“Yeah.. yeah I’ll come back.”

With that, (Name) was gone with a flourish. Katsuki pulled up his pants as he tried not to think hard about how he was going to be a father to mermaids. How much would (Name) give birth to?

“I’m shocked you lived.”

Katsuki looked over to see a tired Aizawa.

“The hell? What do you mean?”

“Usually the mermaid kills the father. He probably likes you.” Aizawa muttered, turning to go back to the ship. “Oh, congrats on the kids.”

Katsuki wanted to fucking kill him.

But he wasn’t wrong. He was now a father.

But he did wonder, was (Name) really washed up by the tsunami?

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

Added a few things 🤭 little special something

Thanks for the request!

#bottom male reader #bnha x male reader #bakugo x male reader

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hauntingblue · 1 year ago

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"The fight for sanji's masculinity" in a world where being gay is normal and hetero is the exception

#this world is okama land #nami wearing a shirt that says moody while doing all this lmao #indeed #nami 💀💀💀#you do not believe me?? then i am going to jump into the sea #HAHSJAHSKA #haredas chi a true feminist ally #nami remembering arlong park while saying how she bears responsibility for everyone while they sail.... yeah...#my captain is dumb (thinking about sopping her from hurting herself) he is also reckless (thinking how he helped her get free)#and will die if i leave him alone (thinking about how he saved her life) he needs to be taken care of (thinking how luffy took care of her)#do you get it.......#can franky make himself a face please i am with the kid and old man on this one #agressive cooking lmao #'changing the body with the food.. never thought of that' meanwhile the hormones iva san put in sanjis body: 😈😈#iva san please teach this man a little bit of respect for women please..... okama kempo can come later #i wasnt born to be a friend to women.... i was born to love them.... okay.......#iva san making here a quest lmaooo #the thing is thay sanji was happy in a dress and makeup.... the thing is that if he was confy in his masculinity wearing a dress wouldnt #bother him.... but alas.... it does....#talking tag #watching one piece #episode 514 #commenters saying it wojld have been better if sanji became okama lmao #i mean yeah #and i wonder how they will do this in the live action because they need to be pilitically correct and also allies and this is like a bit of #both but neither.... so the good option would be drag island (also for trans people) and sanji becomes a drag queen (bc he is confy with #himself and accepting) and the bad way would be just being an ally there..#like oh thats great could you help me please :) and iva san is like yeah sure youve been a nice boy :)#so netflix..... which one will it be

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hereforreadandwrite · 1 month ago

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Yandere Kratos x Female reader

Masterlist

Your breathing was irregular, your body was shaking and refusing to obey you. A devastating storm had invaded Greece, the Sun had died, plunging the world into darkness, the seas had swallowed the lands. Everyone in Greece and Olympus was dead. The corpses of Gods and slaves surrounded you, the room reeked of blood and death. You sobbed as you stared at your legs that refused to obey you. A voice in your head was screaming at you to run away, but your legs had decided otherwise. Your head felt like it was underwater, the screams of the other slaves screaming were barely in sight. A woman you barely knew was dead right in front of you. Cut in two. You were in shock.

How could all this have happened?

How could things have gotten so bad?

The place was silent now. Everyone living on Olympus was now dead. You were the only one still alive with the executioner.

"You… You killed everyone," you said with a tight throat. "You killed all the Gods, all the slaves, all the inhabitants of Greece… Why haven't you killed me yet?"

Kratos didn't answer you, he just moved closer to you. He put away his blood-soaked blades, his body was covered in the blood of his victims. You didn't dare look at him, you couldn't. You were too afraid to face him.

"Why am I the only one still alive?"

Kratos moved the corpse so he could kneel in front of you, in the pool of blood. You jumped in fear as you felt the rough fingers of the God of War grab your chin to lift your face. Your gaze met Kratos's. He was crazy. He had gone mad after all his years of loyally serving the Gods of Olympus, killing all those people, the murder of his family.

"Oh (Y/N). Why would I kill you?" he asked, smiling at you. "You're everything to me."

"No," you said, shaking your head and lowering your head as you sobbed. "No, no, no, no, no, no… No…"

Kratos let go of your chin to caress your cheek. He wiped away your tears, whispered reassuring words to console you. He tried to make you believe that everything was going to be okay.

"We're finally going to be able to be together," he said, grabbing your hair and violently lifting your head. "No one's going to separate us anymore."

You looked at Kratos terrified, a squeak escaping your lips because of the pain. He had torn your hair out. Kratos quickly let go of your hair when he heard you squeak in pain. He ran his hand over your sore scalp, soothing the pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I just bothered," he said, placing his lips on your forehead. "It's not against you. It's not going to happen again."

"Why?" you asked in a breath before starting to scream at him. "Why don't you kill me?! Why me?! Kill me so we can end this!"

Kratos stared at you with a perfectly neutral expression. Tears rolled down your blood-stained cheeks, like the rest of your body. The Spartan simply reached out to wipe away your tears.

"(Y/N). You are my world. Everything is everything I need. And there is no way I'm losing what is mine again," he said, caressing your cheek. "We're finally going to be able to be together, have a family. You'll have everything you've ever dreamed of."

You couldn't do anything against Kratos. You couldn't run away from him. How could you? He would be capable of destroying the world if he wanted to. What he did to Olympus was proof of that. You didn't have time to understand that you felt a pressure behind your neck and your world became darkness.

(o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o)

You felt good. You felt like you could feel the sun's rays caressing your skin. It was strange. Helios was dead, how could there be a sun? And all his dead. The image of the many dead came back to you and Kratos. This simple thought woke you up. You looked around you perplexed. You were lying in a bed, you found yourself in a strange place. There was greenery everywhere, butterflies, there was even a clearing with a waterfall.

"What is this place?"

You got out of bed. You realized that someone had changed your clothes and cleaned the blood you had on you. You were wearing a semi-transparent white dress with a slit skirt and a gold belt that tightened your waist. You searched the place, looking for an exit. Without finding anything.

Where were you?

What are you doing here?

"Do you like this place?"

You jumped, turning to face none other than Kratos. Where had he come from? You hadn't heard him arrive.

#x reader #female reader #reader insert #gow x reader #kratos x reader #kratos #god of war #gow kratos #yandere #male yandere

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bitchimasnake-sss · 1 year ago

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unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!

in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)

warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)

luffy:

sfw!!

- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired

nsfw!!

- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with

bonus!!

- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃

zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3

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Forced Hand Chapter 2 - Looking Ahead

A/N: Greetings! First of all, I want to apologize for taking so long to upload this second chapter. I have had a lot going on since posting the first one and it wasn't until recently that I had the chance to complete it. For those who have been patient and are still sticking around, thank you! I will try and make more time to roll out the chapters at a reasonable schedule.

Once again, I want to stress that I will now be presenting my blog as an 18+ space given the route I plan to take with my writing. I don't plan on posting anything that is explicitly salacious, but there will be suggestive themes and topics which is why I want to be cautious.

Follow this link for the first chapter in the Forced Hand series.

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Description: Lady Y/N's reluctance of marriage is clear, and her distaste is noticeable when Prince Qoren of Dorne arrives to court her. Meanwhile, Gwayne and his father set out to Blackstone castle.

WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER: Suggestive themes.

Pairing: Female Reader (Lady Y/N Blackstone) x Gwayne Hightower

Overjoyed by the return of her sister, Y/N spent most of her time with Lorenah. Y/N had her recount her time with Aianna and all she got to see.

“My quarters in Lord Corbus’s castle overlooked the water and every evening I could watch the sun set. It appeared as if the sea would swallow it whole every day.”

Y/N smiled as she listened to her sister. The two sat in a gazebo overlooking the gardens of the castle. The gardens held a prominent place in her heart, as they reminded her of her mother.

Lorenah continued. “But enough about my travels. How do you feel about father offering your hand?”

Y/N’s smile faded. “I do not wish to think of it, let alone speak of it.”

“I have avoided the subject long enough…” Lorenah sat up straighter in her chair. “I can understand why you are upset, but marriage is a good thing.”

“What do you know of marriage, Lorenah?”

“I am ten and four already, I am not a child.”

“Being ten and four does make you a child.”

“Does not. And I know what I have been taught, as well as what I have seen. Besides, it is what I have been raised for. It is my duty, just as much as it is yours.”

“You are beginning to sound like Sesa.” Y/N shook her head.

“Because I believe marriage is a good thing? Because I long for it?”

“Because you are trying to convince me of something I already believed in once. Until I was let down.”

“It does not mean you cannot try again.”

“Lorenah, please. I do not wish to discuss this.”

Suddenly, Sesa appeared in a hurry before the two sisters. “There you are.”

“Is everything alright, Aunt Sesa?” Lorenah asked.

“A carriage is about to arrive at the castle. They have requested an audience with Lord Blackstone. We must receive them with him.”

The girls stood up. “Were we expecting someone?” Y/N asked.

“No. They have asked for passage through the Riverlands but not before stopping here. Off we go!” Sesa practically pushed them towards the castle.

When they nearly arrived at the entrance of the castle, Lord Blackstone came across them as he was making his way outside to receive the carriage. “Girls, Sesa, what are you doing here?”

“We have come to receive the visitor with you, my lord,” Sesa said.

“Who exactly are we meeting, father?” Lorenah asked.

Lord Blackstone coughed before he answered. “The Prince of Dorne.”

“The Prince of Dorne? Well, we must not keep him waiting, my lord,” Sesa said.

As they reached the outside of the castle, a carriage with a small company of Dornish men, came to halt. The driver of the carriage jumped to the ground and opened the door, revealing a tanned and muscular man with dark hair. As he stepped down from the carriage, he looked towards the Blackstones and flashed them a grin.

“Good evening, Lord Blackstone,” he said. His accent thick but his words were clear.

“Good evening, Prince Qoren,” he said as he walked down some steps to meet him halfway. “To what do I owe this unplanned visit?”

“My apologies. You see, I was returning to Dorne, after my visit to King’s Landing, when I caught word, in my passage through the Stormlands, of one of your daughters’ availability for marriage.”

When Y/N heard this her heart climbed to her throat and she did her best to hide both her fear and anger.

Lord Blackstone took a quick glance at her. “Right, well, I see word travels fast.”

“Faster than my carriage, that is for sure,” Qoren put on his most charming smile, “You see, Lord Blackstone, I am seeking a wife at this very moment in my life. And when I heard of your daughter, I thought it best for me to introduce myself personally, and try and vie for her hand, with your blessing, if granted.”

Blackstone coughed. “Yes. Well, I do appreciate your decision to come yourself.”

“Of course. I only request an audience with you and…” he locked eyes with Y/N “that your daughter give me a moment of her time so that we may get to know one another.”

“I would not mind an audience, but it is the evening…”

“Yes, I apologize for arriving so late. As I mentioned before, we were riding through the Stormlands when I heard the news and diverted our path here, not really anticipating if we would arrive by the morning or by the night. But I would gladly come again tomorrow to do things properly if I am welcomed.”

“That would be preferred.”

“Excellent, my company and I will set camp near your castle for the night. Do you approve?”

“Yes.”

“Very good then. I shall see you tomorrow, Lord Blackstone.” Qoren turned his attention to the women standing at the top of the steps and bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Ladies.” Prince Qoren climbed back into his carriage and left along with his company.

Lord Blackstone walked back up the steps and passed by his daughters and Lady Sesa. She, however, did not waste any time intervening.

“My lord, this prospect will surely be beneficial to Y/N.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed at Sesa’s comment.

“Beneficial how, Sesa?” Blackstone asked.

“It could heighten the interest of another suitor. And more suitors means more choices.”

Blackstone stopped in his tracks and turned Y/N. “Is this something you would be willing to entertain?”

“Are you seriously inquiring me on this?” Y/N said.

“He is a prince, I thought—”

Y/N scoffed. “You really believe I would see a prince and my opinion on an arranged marriage would change? Do you think me that shallow?”

“No, Y/N, I—”

But before he could speak his daughter left. Blackstone, Sesa, and Lorenah watched as she stomped away.

“I will go check on her,” Lorenah said.

“I admire your bravery, my dear. But I believe it is best we leave her alone.”

“I understand, father.”

“Let us go prepare for dinner,” Blackstone said.

The ride from Oldtown to Blackstone Castle in the Riverlands was a rather long one. It was proving to be exhausting to both Gwayne and his father. There was a silence in the Hightower carriage for the first half of their journey.

“Once we arrive, I will request an audience with Lord Blackstone,” Otto said. “I will want you there so that he sees you are willing to face him after all this time.”

Gwayne cleared his throat. “How are you so sure he will receive us?”

“Blackstone is not one to hold a grudge. He will at least hear us out.”

Gwayne only nodded his head.

“How do you intend to win her over?”

“I am not sure. It certainly was not something I expected to have to do… again.”

“Should we stop for a gift on our way? Jewelry, perhaps?”

“She is not one for jewelry.”

“No? A dress, then? Some type of sweet? Or do you know of something she would prefer over those things?”

“Flowers…” Gwayne glanced out the carriage, “She adores flowers.”

The next morning Y/N awakened from her deep slumber when the doors to her chambers burst open. In stormed Sesa with three handmaidens. She walked towards the windows and spread the curtains, allowing the sunlight to beam through.

“Time to wake up, my dear niece, it is long past dawn.”

“Aunt Sesa, I do not remember requesting a morning call.”

“You did not, I took it upon myself,” Sesa looked at a one of the handmaidens, “Prepare her a bath.”

A handmaiden rushed out of the room.

“And you, bring the finest dresses she owns, especially the ones sent by Aianna.”

At her order, another handmaiden proceeded to gather Y/N’s dresses.

“What exactly is the purpose of this wakeup call?”

“Do not pretend to have forgotten, dear niece. You will have a gentleman caller today; it is critical you look your best and are prepared.”

“I would hardly call him that,” Y/N commented.

“He is a prince, with an interest in marriage, and above all, an interest in you.”

“He is the Prince of Dorne, I am sure he has women dropping to their knees for him, both literally and figuratively.”

The handmaiden that carried the dress options snickered at Y/N’s statement.

“Y/N! A lady is not to speak in such a manner!” An outraged Sesa said.

“A lady is not to speak truth?”

“Enough. I will leave you to be bathed and dressed.” Sesa glanced at the handmaiden with the dresses and pointed at one of them. “That one. Aianna certainly has great taste.”

At Sesa’s exit, Y/N looked at the handmaiden. “Is it too much to ask for you to submerge me in the bath?”

“My apologies, my lady, but it would not be ideal.”

“Figures.”

After her bath, the handmaidens helped Y/N into one of the dresses her sister Aianna had gifted her. It was a fully gray with gold detailing, ensemble. The top was a body corset with gold buttons and a slightly open high neck and open collar. The skirt was straight with a bit of flare, mostly noticeable when she walked. Once the handmaidens finished, Y/N joined her father, her sister, and her Aunt Sesa for their morning meal. Though she attempted to enjoy her meal in silence, it proved difficult to avoid the conversation about the dornish prince.

Still, when the prince’s arrival was announced, Y/N realized she would have preferred to endure a whole day of conversations about the prince than to have to speak with him. But alas, this was the hand she was dealt in life. It was not as if it could be any worse.

While her father met in his study with the prince, Y/N waited for the inevitable in the gardens. Sitting at their gazebo, she twiddled her thumbs as she stared towards the doors that led from the castle to the gardens.

“Mind if I join you?” Lorenah asked.

“Of course.” Y/N forced a smile.

Lorenah acknowledged her sister’s discomfort. “You look beautiful. Aianna’s gift suits you well.”

“Thank you.”

Lorenah took a deep breath. “Would you like for me to speak to father? Perhaps if I say something he—”

“No, Lorenah. I appreciate you wanting to help, but I believe it is best you not get involved in this.”

“But—”

“No. Thank you, but no. Let us allow these things to unfold on their own.”

“I know I said I believe marriage to be a good thing, but I must confess, I do not like the idea of you living in Dorne.”

“Stop, I am not going to Dorne. It is not as if an engagement with the prince is definitive. I will make him wish he had gone to his homeland sooner rather than later.”

“Y/N, you mustn’t be rude either.”

“I won’t be,” she said. "I will simply highlight just how incompatible we are."

Just then, she spotted her father entering the gardens with Prince Qoren. As they approached the gazebo, Y/N stood before them, Lorenah was a few steps behind.

“Prince Qoren, I would like to formally introduce my daughter, Y/N Blackstone,” Lord Blackstone said.

As Y/N curtsied, the prince reached for her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady Y/N.” His eyes surveyed the young woman, not hiding his intrigue.

Fighting the urge to toss him a sarcastic comment, Y/N smiled at the man, and he released her hand. Her eyes scanned his appearance; a golden, deep V-neck top that exposed most of his chest, while his dark curls dripped over his shoulders.

Lord Blackstone watched them closely before introducing his youngest. “And that little one behind her is Lorenah Blackstone.”

Lorenah curtsied and the prince bowed his head in acknowledgement. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Might I request an audience with you, Lady Y/N? I would very much like for you to get to know me and assess my character yourself.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “Right, father?”

“I think that is a wonderful idea. Feel free to stroll the gardens while you do so. Lorenah and I shall chaperone from here.”

Qoren took a step to the side granting Y/N the room to walk ahead. As she proceeded through one of the garden paths, Qoren gave one last curt nod to Blackstone and joined Y/N’s side.

“I am grateful for the opportunity you have granted me, Lady Y/N.”

“Of course, my prince.”

As they took a couple steps in silence, the prince spoke again. “Might I be so bold to state that you are without a doubt, a stunning woman.”

Though her cheeks grew warm, Y/N attempted to play off the comment. “I appreciate your compliment, but I have seen dornish women. I do not come close.”

“I respectfully disagree. I believe you would fit right in with the women of Dorne. You are undoubtedly beautiful.”

"And you are rather forward."

"I am honest."

"Is that what you call it?" Y/N said.

Qoren chuckled. "In Dorne, we never let a woman's beauty go unrecognized. And after my time with the Dothraki, I have not missed a single opportunity to admire the beauty around me."

His statement on the Dothraki caught Y/N's interest. "The Dothraki? You lived among them?"

"Yes. I was with them for some time. Learned a great deal from them."

"And what exactly can one learn from the Dothraki?"

"For one, how to fight. They are fearless warriors. I also had the pleasure of embracing their culture and their language. It is quite rich and unlike what you are all used to in Westeros."

Y/N continued to listen to Qoren. "Seems like it was a rigorous experience."

"It was. I was there for five years."

Y/N stopped by the forget-me-nots at the end of the path. She examined them closely and took in their scent, all the while Qoren admired her. Y/N then turned to Qoren.

"Since you are being honest, might I be frank?"

"Please."

She continued walking and Qoren joined her side. "I confess, Prince Qoren, I no longer harbor an interest in marriage."

A grin broke along his lips. "Lord Blackstone may have alluded to that. I do appreciate your frankness."

"I am surprised my father alluded to it, as you said."

"Might I ask why it is that you are no longer interested in marriage? Do you disapprove of the institution or me as your suitor?"

Y/N locked eyes with him. She sighed deeply. "I have nothing against you, my Prince. I simply lost interest in the idea of marriage."

"Might I ask what led you to make this decision?"

"Not what, more of a who… You know nothing about what happened?"

"I am afraid I do not."

"So, you just changed course to try and court someone you knew nothing about?"

Qoren shrugged. "You could say that."

"I did say that. Now, I thought you were honest. Do not start to hold back now."

"I must admit, I did not know much about you. But what could be so bad that a woman like you would be unmarried at this stage of her life?"

Y/N took a deep breath and did her best to avoid the conversation. But Qoren continued.

"Trust me, Lady Blackstone, there is nothing about you or your past that would lead me to look at you differently. I would not refrain from courting you unless you want me to."

Y/N locked eyes with the prince again. She contemplated telling him the truth, not that she cared what he of all people thought. She simply hated to relieve the reality over and over again. She tore her eyes away from him.

"I was engaged once. The eldest son of family I had known my whole life, he asked my father for my hand in marriage. I was…"

"In love?"

"No… not--I do not know…"

Had she been in love? All she could remember was the humiliation and above all, the hurt.

"I remember I looked forward to it."

"What happened?"

"He called off the wedding. Two days before I was set to walk down the aisle."

"Do you have any idea as to why he did it?"

"No. And I do not care to find out."

They walked in silence for a couple of steps before Qoren spoke again.

"I am sorry that happened to you." He snuck a glance behind her to see just how much of his actions his father and sister would see. The rows of flowers and small trees hid them a bit. Qoren stepped closer to Y/N and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. His eyes bore into hers. "And know, that if it had been me, I would not have hesitated to marry you."

His closeness threw Y/N off. She cleared her throat and turned her eyes to the flowers as she glided past him. "I appreciate your… kindness? But I do not believe we would be a great match."

"Why is that?"

"We are just too different. We come from very different places."

He sighed. "My lady, I understand the idea of Dorne can be quite intimidating, but if you gave it a chance, you would realize," he leaned towards her, "that Dorne is actually better." He whispered that last bit.

"Better? In what way exactly?"

"We provide the freedom for people to express themselves. To explore their desires."

"The freedom of expression and exploration of desires you speak of mean something entirely different from what you are conveying."

"Is that so? Care to tell me what it is I am conveying?"

"A reality that I should not discuss, least of all with a male suitor."

Qoren licked his lips as he attempted to hide his amusement. "I had forgotten there are more puritans than free people past the border of Dorne."

"If you think of us as such puritans, then why pursue a wife here?"

"I thought it would be in our best interest to show unity with those beyond our land. And I wanted to explore my desires beyond Dorne."

"Well, I am sorry that you have come all this way to be disappointed."

"Who said I was disappointed?"

"I assumed you would be, seeing as we are so different. And I would clearly be out of place in Dorne. I have no desires like your people do."

"No desires? See, on this I believe you are wrong. Everyone has desires, we all desire something. Some people just need someone to help bring them to the surface."

Y/N shook her head as she laughed at the prince's words.

"I am glad I amuse you. It is a good sign."

The two continued to chat as they toured the outside quarters of Blackstone castle. When Y/N noticed only Lorenah remained in the gazebo, she figured her father was in his study. So, she rounded the castle with the prince until they reached another entrance, and she guided him inside.

"Where are you taking me, my lady?"

"I am sure my father would want speak to you after our little stroll, so I am taking you back to his study."

"Perhaps you could show me your own private quarters," he suggested. "I am curious to see what they are like."

Once again Y/N shook her head and rolled her eyes at the man who grinned mischievously at her.

"I am sure the women in Dorne would leap at the opportunity to do that, but I am not like them. Besides, you would never get my father's approval--"

Y/N's words were cut short when she stepped inside the open study and her eyes landed on the three men that sat in the room. Her father sat at his desk and across from him to his right was the Lord Hand himself, Otto Hightower, and to his right the Hand's son.

"Gwayne…" was all that left Y/N's lips.

Upon seeing her, Gwayne rose to his feet clumsily before composing himself. "Lady Y/N," he said.

Shocked, Y/N turned away, expressing a low apology before disappearing from the room. Gwayne and the rest of men remained quiet after her exit.

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