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[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Iris Petals: Part One

Pairing :: Lucius x Fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, DARK THEMES, SMUT/NSFW, possessive&obessive behavior, assault(targeted violence & name calling), sex, manipulation

Word Count ::  3,750

Summary :: After being harrassed by a group of strangers, Lucius makes sure you know he will always take care of you

A/N :: I like to think he's a different type of crazy than his uncle and cousins(idk if the twins were his cousins) :)

There will be a part two(for reals, I already have it halfway written), but it will be made so it can be read solo, just as this can be read solo

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You grinned largely at the single pale periwinkle iris in front of you. Blue eyes watched your joy, glad he had correctly guessed your favorite flower. He hasn't felt his heart flutter like this since his wife was alive.

Graciously, you took the flower from Emperor Lucius– your fingers briefly touching his– before walking away. It was such an honor for you to be receiving his attention, let alone a gift, you were unsure of how you'd be able to go about your daily tasks without thinking about how he favored you, even though you knew it was nothing more than a fleeting interest.

You had met him in his mother's private garden, as you were one of the gardeners. Only the three workers, the Emperor, and his guests were allowed in since she had died. Usually, it was only him, and on occasion, he'd bring Ravi and his wife– she was a fan of fauna. His guards(gladiators turned royal soldiers) would stand outside.

One day, he showed up right after the sun rose. He had attended a rather irritably long debate held in the Senate the day before. He wanted to rebuild Rome and create the world his grandfather and father saw, but some of those old geezers were making it nigh impossible. Half wanted to help the people, and half wanted to line their pockets. To relieve himself of the stress caused by the day before, he went to the only place he knew peace could not be disturbed.

When he entered the garden, he noticed you on the floor with flowers scattered around you and a vase right in front of your bent knees. He had seen you around tending to the flowers. You were quiet and kept your head down whenever he entered. It was like you wanted to be invisible, so he rarely took notice of you. Yet, here you were now in the center of the garden, mumbling to yourself while putting in and pulling out different flowers in the vase, basking in the morning light.

“The buttercups are far too bright, I need something darker. The orange lilies are the highlight… or should I change it?”

After several minutes of watching, he decided to make his presence known. “How about a peach rose?”

You jumped at the voice, trembling when you saw him. “I-I apologize for the unsightly scene, Your Highness,” You scrambled to your feet, making sure to keep your head down.

“It's alright. What were you arranging those flowers for?”

“Your mother wished to have a new floral arrangement each week.”

When you said that, Lucien finally realized that there was a different arrangement each time he visited. He never realized you were changing it so often.  “You don't need to trouble yourself with such a task anymore.”

“I-I know, but… I hate to think of how sad her spirit would be if she visited and saw there were no flowers for her…”

He took note of how your face scrunched up with sadness. You were close to his mother before she passed. It was sweet, doing this reminded you of her.

From then on, the two of you grew closer. At first, you mainly told him stories of his mother and he recounted his life before fleeing Rome. He rarely told you stories of his time away and the life he lived before becoming Emperor. Over time, his affection grew for you– you were kind, gentle, and seemingly the only woman who treated him as a normal person, not an emperor. You knew better than to get your hopes up, he was the most important man in Rome. Even when you did begin to notice his prolonged looks and his eyes darting to your smiling lips every so often,

 you feigned ignorance of his feelings. Admittedly, it was hard to pretend you didn’t know, especially since he wasn't shy to show it. The upper crust of Rome was aware of his interest in you. Perhaps a guard had let it slip to a maid and thus the rumors began to spread.

With so many aware it was natural for the senators to know as well. They were less than pleased with the fact, though they could do nothing about it. They tried bringing up a possible engagement with a far more favorable candidate, only to be met with anger.

“Did I not save Rome from total collapse?” Lucius asked, glaring at the old men who tried to control him. He was sick of Romans trying to dictate his actions. First, there was Macrinus, then Emperor Geta, and now this room full of men who trembled whenever he raised his voice.

“You're majesty, we meant no disrespect, it's perfectly fine for you to play around with that woman, but  for you to marry a commoner who's not even a born Roman is-”

“Is what?” His tone was threatening. They had already disrespected you by assuming you were some object he was using for distraction. For them to get nitpicky over the fact you bought your Roman citizenship was ridiculous. “I would choose your next words very carefully, Senator Antoninus.”

The harping men fell silent. Lucius rose from his throne, approaching the group with his hand loosely on his sword. His soldiers stepped forward from their post, their armor clanging in unison. The air grew thick and the senators began to sweat. The twin emperors were wild cards, but they knew how to handle their swinging emotions and manipulate them. Lucius was far more dangerous to the politicians because he didn't care about their opinions. He had the people's favor and most, if not all, of the Roman legions swore loyalty to him.

“Gentlemen, who I pursue is none of your concern. So I would suggest you stop listening to the idle gossip of maids and begin listening to the needs of our people. That is what you were elected for, is it not? To better their lives?”

A few murmured in agreement, fearful silence would anger him further. Shortly after, the meeting ended and Lucius headed for his mother's garden. There, he knew he would be greeted by your smile, forgetting his troubles of being a ruler. Or at least, he was supposed to.

Instead, what he saw was you being cleaned up by the other two gardeners. Right away, he saw your hair was disheveled and tears streaming down your face. As he approached, he saw scrapes on the palms of your hands and your dress raised above your knees, revealing scrapes there and on your shins as well. Your dress was tarnished brown from dirt and parts around the top seemed to be torn.

Lucius’ blood ran cold as he realized what had happened to you. You had been attacked, and he could guess why. When the two tending to your wounds noticed that he was getting closer, they quickly stood and apologized for not greeting him properly.

He ignored them as his attention had been stolen solely by you. He bent down on one knee, grabbing your wrists and examining the red flesh that peaked through your skin.

“What happened?”

You let out a small sniffle, trying to stop your tears. “W-would you believe me if I said I-I fell chasing after a butterfly?” You didn’t want to tell him the truth, bothering him with the hassle of punishing the people who had done this to you.

His eyes drifted from your palms up to your face. His usually bright eyes were now darkened with fury. He repeated his question and this time you answered.

You had gone out to purchase pomegranates so you could harvest their red gemmed seeds and share them with Lucius. You were sure he would be visiting, you just weren’t sure of the time other than it would be close to sunset.

You had only walked about five minutes away when a group of two men and a woman stopped you. The woman claimed to recognize you and started spouting nonsense about you being the new Emperor’s whore. That was why he continued to visit the garden, not to escape or remember his late mother, but to supposedly sleep with you. Then, the men began to harass you, grabbing your dress and asking you what you looked like underneath your dress to have bewitched Lucius. When one of them tried to grab your arm, you bit him, causing him to shove you away and thus fall on the floor.

In that brief moment, you scurried to your feet and began to run while they continued to call you a whore and other unpleasantries.

“How long ago was this?”

“...I’m not sure…”

He looked to the older of the two that were tending to you. He was still holding a cloth with some of your blood on it and a bottle of vinegar. He answered. “About twenty minutes or so. She ran in crying and it took us some time to calm her down since she was so shaken up. We made sure she knew she was safe in here. Then I had the boy go and fetch what we had to clean her up and that’s what we’ve been doing until your arrival.”

With the incident happening so soon, Lucius rose to his feet to order his guards to find the people based on your description. Before he could make one step away from you, your hand latched onto his. Your face contorted, and another river of tears started to pour. You were afraid. You only briefly managed to stop crying when talking to him because he made you feel safe. Now that he was leaving, even if for a brief moment, your fear was building up again.

“Lucius, please… don't leave me alone…”

Your weak, quiet voice made something snap within him. He had to protect you, make sure you were safe. The world was too dangerous for you. He picked you up gently in his arms, “I won’t, I promise I’ll always be nearby from now on.”

He led you out in silence, only breaking it for a moment to whisper to his head guard. He brought you into his carriage, taking you away to the palace. On the ride, the shock of it all wore away and you managed to fall asleep in his arms. You were at peace, but little did you know it would be the last time you would know freedom.

–

You had stayed at the palace for over a week now in a room close to Lucius’ chambers. After your second day there, you knew you probably should return home, yet Lucius insisted you stay in the palace until all the culprits were caught.

He told you that one of the men who had harassed you had been detained, but the other two’s whereabouts were still unknown. After questioning him a bit, he revealed the reason they had attacked you was because they were paid to. He didn’t know who paid him, just that it was a large sum. The lady was the one that made the deal so she was the only one who knew the identity of the person who hired them.

This frightened you to know it wasn’t some random attack, that you were targeted because of your closeness to Lucius. Without much persuasion, he convinced you to stay. You trusted him wholeheartedly, he had never given you a reason not to. He was the Emperor of the people and you knew he cared about you deeply.

He insisted on sharing every meal with you, despite your protesting that such luxurious foods would be wasted on you. He spent at least three hours a day with you in the courtyard, reading the epic poems of Homer and Virgil to you since you were unable to read Latin. You enjoyed your time, but deep down you knew it would have to come to an end.

Around the end of the second week, you decided to distance yourself from him to save yourself the heartbreak of when you’d eventually leave and he would find someone else. You refused to leave your room for meals. You avoided him in the hallways, opting to take a longer route. You were sure this was best for the both of you, despite it hurting your heart.

Lucius didn’t like this one bit. He allowed it for four days before cornering you. It was driving him mad to have you avoid him. You, whose smile lit up like the sun just a few weeks ago when you saw him, now looked at him with despair before disappearing. He hated it, it made his stomach turn. Why were you avoiding him? Didn’t you know he was doing everything for you? Didn’t you know how much he cared about you?

On the fifth day, he cornered you. He saw you walking down the hallway to your room with your back to him. Seizing the opportunity, he walked to you as fast as he could, not wanting to let you slip away again. He grabbed your arm hard and you whipped your damp head around. From the faint scent of roses and the wetness of your hair, it was clear you had just left the royal bathhouse. For a brief moment, the image of you swimming naked flashed in his mind, almost distracting him from why he had sought you out in the first place.

“Lucius! You scared me!”

“Why have you been avoiding me, (Y/N)?”

His bluntness made your face burn with embarrassment, an expression he had yet to see on your face. You bit your lip before telling him.

“Because being together will just create problems for both of us. It’s been almost three weeks and you still haven’t figured out who hired those people to attack me. If you never find them, then it will probably happen again and we’ll be in this same scenario. You’re an emperor. I’m a gardener. You should find yourself the daughter of someone wealthy or powerful to secure your position and I should find a man who makes an honest living.”

You watched as his eyes went cold, and the grip he had on your arm tightened. You scrunch your brows confused.

When you told him that you “should find a man” his blood began to boil at the thought of you being with another. No one could take care of you as he could. No one could protect you as he could. He had legions of soldiers at his beck and call.

“I thought you felt the same way I felt about you.”

Now, you were starting to get afraid. “L-Lucius, I do, but-”

“Then why do you insist upon infuriating me?” He gripped your other arm, holding you firm so you could not escape his grasp. “I’ve already lost Arishat, I won’t lose you too.”

“Who?”

“My wife.” Your eyes went wide. “She died when Roman soldiers came and invaded our village. That’s how I was brought back, that’s why I was a gladiator,” there was a small quake in his voice as he recalled holding her lifeless body in his arms.

Pieces of a puzzle fell into place as you finally learned about his time away. You brought your hand up to his cheek, wiping away a stray tear he hadn’t realized had fallen.

Seeing how softly you gazed at him, he knew now was the time to make you his. He pulled you in for a deep kiss. You hesitated before returning the kiss, placing your hands gently on his chest. He was desperate, needy to have you.

He pushed you against a nearby wall, a small gasp escaped you when you felt the cold marble against your back. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth, swirling it around yours. His hands left your arms to roam your body. His right hand began to grope your breast and his left moved to your waist. A warmth started to grow between your legs and you gripped the cloth of his tunic. 

Your shut eyes sprung open when you felt a firm shaft press against your thigh. You were hoping nothing more would happen, especially since you were out in the open– then you felt the skirt of your dress begin to lift. You turned your head, breaking the kiss and earning a low growl from him.

“Lucius, we can’t do this in the hallway!” You yelled in a whisper.

He watched you intensely, savoring the sight of your blushing face and slightly puffed lips. You sighed in relief feeling him release your skirt until he grabbed both of your thighs and hoisted you up, placing himself firmly in between your legs. You took a sharp gasp when he grinded against you.

“Are you sure, carissime?”

He did it again, sending a tingling throughout your body, but you remained firm. You shook your head ‘no’, despite a small part of your brain wanting to say yes.

He knew if he pushed you a bit further, you’d agree, though he was unsure of how you’d react afterward. So, he decided to set you down and release you. You sprinted to your room, which he gladly followed.

The second you shut your door, his hands immediately moved to remove your clothing. With fabric no longer there, you were able to feel the roughness of his hands against your soft skin. His hands massaged your breast, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. You arched your back into his hold, pressing your bottom closer against his erection.

One hand wandered down to your exposed vagina, a thick finger moving between your folds to feel the slick that had started. He pressed against your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed. You let out a few small moans, your volume growing when he stuck a finger in you.

He gritted his teeth, barely managing to hold himself back from fucking you now when he felt how wet and tight you were. He knew if he stuck his penis in now, it would hurt you. He needed to get you ready, he didn’t want this to be an unpleasant memory for you.

He pumped his fingers at a fast pace, and soon your legs began to tremble. Your volume grew and you held onto his wrists for some sort of support. Then he added a second ringer causing your legs to nearly give out. He caught you and moved you to the bed, laying you back on the edge. He spread your legs open, about to continue fingering you until he saw your dripping open cunt. He looked at your face, seeing your eyes hazy.

He let out a low curse, swiftly removing his garments. He placed your legs on his shoulders, positioning himself with your entrance. With little resistance, he was able to push his cock into you. You stiffened, body both in pleasure and pain. He cooed you, rubbing your thighs to try and relax you. He pushed in a bit deeper before pulling out and going back in. He repeated this, going in deeper and deeper each time, using the slick from your cunt as a lubricant. He groaned at the sensation of your cunt tightening, glad you were taking him in so well.

You could feel him deep within you, it shook you to be so filled up. He began to thrust fully, going at a pace similar to when he was fingering you. You were a moaning mess and he loved it. You were so beautiful– your eyes gazed at him lovely, and your breasts jiggled lightly with each thrust. This was a sight he could get used to. Your thighs began to shake and twitch, he knew you were getting closer.

“Rub your clit,” He ordered.

You nodded, unable to form words, and began hastily rubbing circles around the little nub. That gave you the extra push you needed. Your mind grew fuzzy, focused only on the delight of sex. Your hand stopped, body tensing up and cunt clenching around him, pulsing as you hit your climax.

He gave you no time to recover, close to his finish. His growling grew deeper and his thrusting lost its rhythm. He pulled your legs down, spreading them apart and around his hips so he could lean down to sloppily kiss your chest. When he came, he bit down on the top of your left breast hard, almost drawing blood. He held himself firm, his cock pumping out his load.

You twitched lightly, feeling it pulse within you. Once he was done, he thrusted a few more times, making sure it all came out before pulling away.

He stepped away to watch you– panting lightly, covered in a thin layer of sweat, legs spread open and white seamen threatening to spill out of your vagina. He sat down next to you, wiping away any hair that covered your face and pressing a firm kiss against your forehead.

“I’ll have them move you into my room. Alright?”

Without thinking you agreed.

He walked away, leaving you to recuperate.

–

Two guards stood well outside the city walls. They stood before a ditch with four corpses: the two men and woman who harassed you and Senator Antoninus. They started to fill the makeshift grave with dirt, forever hiding the four.

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Dominick "Sunny" Carisi NSFW HCs

Pairing :: Dominick "Sunny" Carisi x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: Sunny NSFW

Word Count :: 604

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f & m recieving), talks of sexual positions

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He's a churchboygentleman so it actually took the two of you a while after dating to start actually having sex

It was a lot of heated make out and some over the clothes groping/rubbing(which left both of you very sexually frustrated)

You had to make the first move, which was literally you saying “Sunny, I want to have sex, please.” And then you did(coming soon in a fic)

Sex is kinda rare, and it’s not because he doesn’t want to have sex bc it’s because both of your hectic schedules clash all the time

On the rare late nights that you’re together, but one(if not both) of you are exhausted and horny, you’ll give each other oral, hand jobs, fingering, etc. while making out:

You’ll bob your mouth up and down his penis, moaning softly as he fingers you, you’ll be making out while giving him a handy and he’s rubbing your clit, he’s tongue fucking you, and then you pass out once you cum, etc.

When you two do manage to have sex, he’s very attentive to your mood and how you’re feeling(he never wants you to be in any pain during sex so he makes sure you’re ready before starting intercourse)

He’ll start to enter you slowly, watching your mouth form a small ‘O’ out of pleasure until there’s a wince, then he stops. He starts kissing your chest, thrusting only slightly until you get used to him, then he’ll go in more.

Day sex is a thing. So is morning sex. They happen more often than night sex.

If he’s really desperate he’ll take a lunch break, book it to your apartment, and do the deed

Quickies are rare, but happen on occasion and they tend to be more goofy/silly whereas normal sex is more serious/passionate

His favorite type of positions are ones where he can either hold you or see you completely: Cowgirl - hands are around your waist and he’s still enjoying the view; Legs up on his shoulders- he’s hugging your thighs; Spooning - loves it because he can hug you tightly and give you lots of neck kisses; Missionary - classic, he can see every expression you make perfectly and can kiss you easily the entire time

He loves holding your boobs. Doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he loves having a hand(or his mouth) there.

He likes when you pull his hair or claw his back because that is how he knows you’re enjoying it

He tries to get you to finish first typically because he loves watching you become a twitching mess and feeling your cunt tighten around him

He typically prefers to cum inside of you to avoid a mess

When he cums when you’re giving him a handy he does feel a bit bad about the mess but admits it’s hot seeing your hand covered in cum

When you two are trying to have a child, both of you have to admit you have a small breeding kink and it's cream pies all the times

He kinda has a thing when you’re dressed nice and wearing stockings/tights, specifically when you have the thigh highs and use a garter belt to hold them up

Yes, you two have had sex while you only wear thigh-high stockings and the garter belt

Things he does that turn you on: When he picks you up without warning(he is surprisingly athletic and we all know it, but don’t acknowledge it enough), when he kisses your neck, wins a case, calls you “doll”, or surprises you with a date he planned perfectly

Things you do that turn him on: Sit on his lap, wear tights/stockings, kiss him suddenly, brush your hands through his hair, call him Dominick

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

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Everett, an Italian trapeze artist & constant flirt for shiny, and Merigold, a wealthy Indigenous Mexican divorcee who lies about her first husband dying & an avid circus patron.

I hope to share their story soon and that you all love them as much as me when I do!

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Tutor Rewards

Pairing :: Chad Radwell x Fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con?(sex is the only thing that motivates this man), oral(m), implied cheating(never addresses that he's dating Channel at the time)

Word Count ::  1,945

Summary :: As Chad's tutor, you quickly figured out only one thing that motivates him to study: sex. He did well on a practice exam and you give him a reward.

A/N :: I KNOW GLEN POWELL HAS SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE MORALLY BETTER THAN CHAD BUT he's an idiot and my first introduction to Glen and now whenever I see him in any movie I go "Look at Chad go."

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The tapping of Chad's foot and the scribbling of your pen were the only noises in your dorm room. The star jock of the campus sat nervously a good three feet away from your desk, waiting for you to finish reviewing the practice exam he had taken. God, he was hoping he got every question right that way he could get his reward: fucking you.

-

You were his private– and secret– tutor. An arrangement was created by your biological anthropology professor who promised you extra credit in this class and another class of his you were taking. Your professor told you that Chad needed to raise his D+ to a C- and you'd be golden. The assignment felt easy enough until you started studying with the broad-shouldered stud. After one review, you were honestly surprised he even managed to pass his high school biology classes.

At first, you noticed he was less than enthusiastic about studying, something he rarely did apparently. He even offered to pay you to do all his homework– a suggestion you seriously considered before realizing that no matter how well you did on the assignments he'd flunk the exams, thus tanking his grade again. You tried various studying techniques: crash course videos, flashcards, jeopardy-style quizzes, hell, you even put on a paper puppet show(which surprisingly was the most successful at retaining his attention).

You were damn near ready to give up until you noticed some odd behavior from him one session.

It was a particularly warm day and the library's AC was busted, so you were wearing a spaghetti strap sundress that was a bit tight around the chest. While trying to explain the difference between various hominid skulls, you noticed he was carefully observing the photos you had, like he was paying attention. Which was odd because he never paid attention.

When you asked him to point out which skill was which species based on the teeth, you were surprised he guessed all of them correctly. Naturally, you asked him what was so different about today's session than all the others.

His answer both surprised you and grew your resentment towards him.

“Probably because when you held the pictures up you looked topless, so I was imagining what you looked like behind the photos.”

You felt your brain short-circuit for a moment before throwing all the materials you had at him in a fit of frustration before storming off. Of course, his sexualizing you is what made him pay attention to what you were saying.

God, he's such a pig it's not fair he's so damn handsome, you thought 

Naturally, not wanting to fail the class, he chased after you and begged you to continue tutoring him.

“(Y/N), I need your help passing this class. If I fail I- I don't know what I'm going to do!”

“I'm not some object you can ogle at, Chad!’

“Come on! I can't help it! I had no clue you were kinda hot under all those baggy librarian cardigans.”

“‘Kinda hot’?!” Your anger was rising, and he could tell. Not only was he objectifying you, but now he had just insulted your sense of fashion.

“My bad- I shouldn't have chosen those words to say! I'm sorry!” He grabbed your hand in desperation. “Please… I need your help…”

He gave you a puppy dog pout, one that was nearly impossible to refuse. You groaned, tanking your hand away.

“You're paying me if I do this because extra credit is NOT enough.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, just name your price!”

“And we're going to have to start having study sessions at my dorm instead now.”

He cocked his head. “How come?”

You turn away, embarrassed about the reason you were going to give. “That way I can get you to pay attention.”

Chad was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb. He knew what you meant and his dick twitched. He was so sure he had seen a porn that went like this before.

Sadly for him, you genuinely meant to help him learn and had him work. Granted, you were always in a tight-fitted shirt without a bra and a short skirt, but you never let him touch you. You made it very clear, you wouldn't be fucking him– which he did try to negotiate for after getting his first B- on a pop quiz.

Eventually, his attention started to slip nearing the end of the semester. Apparently, he was losing interest in just having to imagine what you'd look like naked all the time. He needed more stimulus to pay attention.

After a lengthy debate– one he was oddly well prepared for– you both agreed you would touch him to get him to focus. You wouldn't touch him underneath his clothes, only over, and he was still not allowed to touch you. You were also getting a boost in what he was paying you.

First, it started with some gentle circling of your hands around his shoulders. Then, some rubbing of his biceps or chest, eventually moving down to his thigh. You could see a small mound forming in his crotch, though refused to touch it.

It was only when one particularly frustrating study session did you put your hand there. He was tired from practice, which would've been fine except for the fact you had a quiz the next day.

You meant to grab and squeeze his thigh to wake him up, instead of grabbing his dick. It worked though, the drowsiness immediately exiting his body and his focus all on you. You didn't want to show him how embarrassed you were, so you looked away in shame with your hand still holding his growing erection and had him memorize the key terms for the chapter you were in. With each word he correctly told you the definition of, you stroked him through his pants.

You refused to make eye contact the entire time, but he was a-okay with that since your shyness made it all the more hot for him.

This method was very useful when it came to getting Chad to memorize key terms, though it always left him wanting more. So much so, that he memorized all the key terms in the textbook in hopes of getting enough strokes he'd be able to cum. You had to admit, watching how desperate he was to cum just from some hand action over the clothes turned you on. Plus, you were majorly impressed with how much getting laid seemed to motivate the guy.

So, knowing how much of a fiend he was for sex, you promised him that if he managed to get every question right on the final exam you’d sleep with him.

-

Currently, you were grading the test exam the professor handed out. Chad was getting about every eight questions wrong, worrying you slightly that you might have to sleep with him. You only made the deal partly because you didn’t think it would happen. With a score of 83/100, you almost debated sabotaging him a bit. You put down your red

“Nice, does this mean we’re finally fucking?”

“I told you I’d only do that if you got a perfect score on the final exam. Now shut up, or else I'm not rewarding you by sucking your dick anymore, Chad.”

“Understood,” He said with a shit-eating grin.

He got comfortable fast, spreading his legs wide open to give you plenty of room. You sink between his legs, a heat rising to your cheeks and between your thighs. You pulled out his rock-hard erection, not surprised in the slightest that even his penis looked good– of course, Chad Radwell didn't have any physical flaws. He was slightly longer than average(or at least what you were used to), a good girth, and a few veins already popped though.

You opened your mouth up wide and took in his tip, earning a pleased hum when you swirl your tongue around, going down further as you did.

“Shit, did you practice before?” He teased.

You glared, taking in more but still unable to get his full length in your mouth. You began bobbing your head quickly, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. As the droll started to spill out from the sides of your mouth, you noticed the veins on his forearms begin to flex.

“Shit, wait-!” He nearly shouted, hands jumping to your hair and yanking you still.

You whined, wanting to pull away and yell at him for pulling your hair, but his grip remained firm, keeping you in place. You stared up at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

“I wanna enjoy this, not get rushed to cum. This is a reward isn't it?”

He began to guide your head at a much slower pace. When he brought you down, his hips inched up, pushing more of his length down your throat. Unused to taking more down your throat, your eyes started to water as you had to fight your gag reflex. He repeated this until he managed to get his dick down your throat and your face was practically against his pelvis.

Instinctively, your body grew hot. You cursed the wetness that was forming on your panties right now.

“Fuck yes,” He groaned out. He grinned down at you, admiring your crying eyes and full mouth. “You know (Y/N),  you might even be hotter than Channel when you're not saying anything and just sucking dick.”

Unable to reply verbally, you lifted your middle finger. A part of you wanted to bite down on him and wipe the smug grin off his face, but another part of you had to admit it felt so good having him borderline face fuck you right now.

He picked up the speed a bit, though he didn't go as far down when he did. He was enjoying the view, yet he desperately wanted to cum. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to finish in your mouth or on your face. With the tension growing in his lower abdomen, he knew he had to make a choice and soon.

You were also aware of his readiness to cum. His guiding was getting sloppy and his hands were gripping your hair tighter. 

Realizing you'd be upset if you had to get semen out of your hair, he decided to finish in your mouth. So, he pulled your mouth off, only giving you a brief moment to gasp before standing and ramming his cock back in. He held your head in place as he thrusted into your mouth repeatedly. Your hands reached up, grabbing onto his forearms as you moaned around him.

With a few long strokes, his dick began to twitch, and hit spurts of cum poured down your throat. He held you close, making sure you swallowed every drop. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth until he eventually stopped and pulled himself out. You coughed a bit, and when he released your hair you slumped forward, your hands helping you remain up.

“I can’t…believe…you just…throat fucked me…asshole,” You said between pants.

“Like I said, it was a reward. I deserved to enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, you took his hand when he offered to help you up. He was still beaming with joy, and your heart sank at his next sentence:

“Don’t make any plans for the 15th. I plan on making the most of my reward again,” and with a wink he left.

The 15th was the day your professor would release the scores for the final exam and possibly the day you had to have sex with that handsome idiot.

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Reblogging @polkadotpenguin16's master list of her series "The Five Stages Of Grief" since it's completed. She literally just posted the final chapter rn and I read it so fast.

Loved the series from start to finish, hands down one of the best Sonny fanfics I've read. Can't wait to see what else you do!

The Five Stages of Grief Masterlist

Broken promises and unspoken words bring your relationship with Sonny Carisi to the edge. You both mourn what was lost and wonder if you can find each other again.

A/N: waaaay back in like March, I came to @misscharlielulu with a silly headcanon, and she helped evolve it into a full-fledged story. Massive shout-out to @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity who so kindly reviewed my drafts and gave me excellent notes. Extra huge thank you to both these lovelies <3

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: much angst; I am not a writer - this is literally the first story I’ve ever written, so read at your own risk

Prologue

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

Also posted on AO3.

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A Prince Turned King

Pairing :: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con, some obsessive behavior, abuse of power, oral(m), SPOILERS for HOTD Season 2(like don't even read the summary, sorry about the title, it was the best I could come up with)

Word Count ::  2,009

Summary :: Aemond finally takes you once he's appointed Prince Regent

A/N :: You win you one-eyed bastard. I finally wrote a fic about you.

Also, heeeeeey besties, I know it's been forever-

You should have been wary of Aemond Targaryen, after all, fire runs through his veins. You were a fool, ignoring his prolonged glances and assuming he'd never show interest in his sister's lowly handmaid. Besides, Aemond was nothing like Aegon– who would take any woman of any standing whenever he wanted, whether they wished for it or not. He had pride as a prince and would never do anything to tarnish his reputation. 

Once the war broke out, you did notice a small shift in his behavior. The once-reserved second prince gradually became more outspoken, assured by his years of studying he was ready for tactical warfare with his almighty Vhagar. Around that time, he would come to visit his toddler niece and nephews more often. He would share a short conversation with Helaena, letting her speak her riddles so long as he could watch you

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't noticed. He was more than obvious, so much so that his mother reprimanded him the first time she had witnessed it. It was like he didn't care if he was caught eyeing you. Perhaps he was hoping for a lively reaction. Too bad you wouldn't play into his hand. You knew how dangerous it was to be entangled with a Targaryen, especially now.

So why did you stay as Helaena's handmaid if it meant still being within Aemond's sight? Simple, you felt sympathy for her. Not many took her “rambling” seriously, in fact, you were one of the few that did. You noticed rather quickly how she tended to predict events that were to come. Plus, she was kind to you. You truly felt that you were friends and didn’t want to abandon her in this troubling time, especially after the death of Jaehaerys. 

As long as Aemond never tried to touch you, you were fine with playing oblivious.

However, Aemond changed the day he was appointed Prince Regent, essentially becoming the acting king while Aegon lay incapacitated.

That night you were instructed to go to the library once you had put Jaehaera and Maelor to bed. The reason for your summoning was unknown, all you had been told was that Aemond wished to speak with you in private. You didn’t want to go, though you were sure if you hadn’t you would be punished.

You walked in, spotting a lit candle in the distance. Assuming it was Aemond, you approached heart pounding at what could he possibly want with you at this hour.

“Your Highness,” You called once you were close enough, pulling his attention from the small flame over to you, “Is there something you need?”

He didn’t say a word, merely gesturing for you to come closer and close the gap that protected you from his grasp. His gaze was so intense you began to feel uncomfortable. How could you when you could practically feel him undressing you in his mind. You had never felt this tension before, if you had, even if it was a fleeting moment, you would’ve been more wary of him.

He brushed his hand across your cheek, caressing it with his lightly. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

“Excuse m-mph!” Before you could finish, his lips were pushed against yours.

You attempted to push your body away from him, but he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him and stopping any chance of you escaping.

His kisses were deep and full of longing, savoring each moment he had. You felt his tongue slide across your lips and your jaw clenched. He growled at your resistance, moving his hand on your cheek to grasp your jaw and force your mouth open. His tongue swirled around yours and you could feel something hard begin to poke you.

Your eyes widened, realizing what was about to transpire. You bit his tongue, not enough to draw blood, only enough to cause pain. He hissed at first, jerking his head away, then let out a dark chuckle.

“Why are you doing this, Aemond?”

“Do I need a reason? A king can do as he pleases.”

Your heart dropped understanding that his sole reasoning was because he can. It was now you were finally realizing he was as twisted as Aegon, he merely had the patience to wait for the right moment to pounce. You had two options: fight against Aemond’s desires, risk his wrath against you, or give yourself to him in hopes that he would be gentle. 

He dipped his head down to your neck, peppering kisses and nipping at your flesh. In hopes of ending this quickly, you lowered a hand to cup his bulge, pressing your hand firmly against it and rubbing it through his trousers.

-

You may have been unwed, but you weren’t inexperienced– having had a short fling with a former stable hand before he abruptly left the castle leaving only you a short letter goodbye.

If only you had known how Aemond caught you one night, fornicating in an empty pen in the stable. It was then he became obsessed with you. He had always seen you calm and well-kept, a lady who took care of her duties with honor, even if they were trivial. So, to see you struggling to contain yourself with pleasure– your legs over your lover's shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly and a hand covering your cries– was quite a shock. He was so stunned by the sight he had accidentally stumbled upon he watched up until you two were done. 

After that chance encounter, he knew he wanted to make you a mess as that stable hand did. He sent the man away, not wanting to risk a growing romance between the two of you that way you were all alone. Then, he merely had to wait for the opportunity to arise before he could turn you into a moaning mess.

-

Aemond began grinding his hips into your palm, wanting more of your touch. 

“May I?” You asked, referring to your dress and his garments.

He nodded, giving you approval, and you promptly removed your layers. His eyes never left you for a second, growing more and more excited with each layer removed, exposing more of your bare skin. Once you were completely undressed, you began to undo the clasps on his doublet. As you did, his sight lingered on your chest, a hand reaching up to fondle your breast.

Before you could get to his trousers, he started to nip at your breast, biting and sucking around your nipple causing you to gasp. You placed one hand on his shoulder as the other ran through his hair, holding onto his head. You felt a small tingle build up in you, your arousal forming.

His free hand glided down your back, curved around your waist, and dipped down between your thighs. His hand crept towards your vagina until finally, he could insert a finger into your wet cunt. You tensed at first, hand gripping his white hair and tugging it. He pumped his finger in and out, but you attempted to stop him, trying to have some sense of control over the situation.

“W-wait, Your Highness-!” Your words fell on deaf ears until you said, “M-my king!”

He froze, removing himself from your breasts to give you a coy smile. “Hm, I quite like the sound of you calling me your king.” He kissed you again, this time you reciprocated. “Say it again,” He ordered as he inserted a second finger.

“My ki-king,” You whined, leaning against him while he fingered you.

Your hands worked to remove his trousers and spring-free his erection. Once it was out, you wrapped your hands around it to stroke it. He moaned into the kiss, his fingers halting at the pleasure of feeling you touch him.

At that moment, you removed his fingers from you and sank to your knees. With his cock right in front of your face, you took him in your mouth. Your tongue slid up and down the bottom of his length as you bobbed your head at a decent pace. Every so often you stopped around the tip, swirling your tongue around it and turning your head around its head. You couldn’t take in his full length but were able to get in a decent amount. You looked up at him with your mouth full, noticing how his breathing was getting heavier and his hands were balled into fists.

On one of your attempts to take in more of him, he jerked his hips forward, forcing you to. Your eyes watered and before you could pull away, his hands dropped to your head. He began thrusting into you, shoving his dick down your throat. You stared up at Aemond while he fucked your mouth, tears rolling down your eyes due to it being too much for you. He felt his dick twitch at the sight, letting out a low groan. This is what he had been waiting for to see you a mess.

His thrusting became faster, his climax coming near. He moved your head near the end of his cock, bobbing it almost violently until he made one last thrust in. You felt his cock throb as a warm bitter substance shot in. He kept himself in until he was done with his load then pulled out.

You gasped for air, hands falling on the floor. Aemond took a few steps away, you presumed he was done with you till you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you up on your knees. You turned to look over your shoulder, spotting him on his knees, lining himself up to your entrance.

“Ae-Aemond wai-it!” Your head fell, feeling him pushing himself in you, gradually filling you up.

“Don’t tell me, (Y/N), did you seriously think I’d be satisfied with just that?” He yanked back a fist full of your hair, earning a yelp. “And it’s king to you, remember?”

“...Yes, my king…”

“Good.”

With little time to adjust to his size, he began to thrust at a rather quick pace. Feeling him move so quickly, you struggled to keep your mouth shut. You didn’t want anyone to hear your moaning and know what was going on. Though with the wet sound of him fucking you, you were sure some passerby would know.

Upset by your determination to remain quiet, pulled you up by your arm to have your back flush against his chest. His hand that was holding your hair now groped one of your breasts as the other played with your clit. He rubbed rough circles around it, getting the moans he desired to hear.

With each thrust, you could feel your mind growing hazy, consumed by the pleasure. He pushed deep inside of you, stretching your tight cunt around him.

“My-my king! I-ngh-I’m-!”

Understanding that you were trying to tell him that you were close to cumming, he began to rub your clit harder and faster. You cried out, thighs beginning to twitch and pussy clamping around him. He moaned feeling your cunt tighten. He rolled his hips, staying still determined to savor the feeling of you finishing around him.

With his fingers rubbing your clit, you felt a warm tingle come over you as you gasped, breath hitching. Your body was tense, and he felt you twitch around him before nearly falling if it weren’t for the aid of his arms holding you up.

He didn’t give you a moment to recover though, ramming into you several more times until he held you close to him to finish inside of you. You could feel the warmth of his semen enter you with each jump of his cock inside.

When he pulled out, he held onto you, knowing full well you were unable to hold yourself up at the moment.

He kissed your shoulder, whispering to you, “I expect you to serve me every night like this until I am satisfied. Understood?”

“Yes, my king.”

“Good.”

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I know I haven't been very active lately, but I had to come on and share this amazing fic I've read.

If you're a fan of Sonny Carisi and angst, this fic is for you. This series is wonderfully written(I was literally on the brink of tears each chapter and could feel by heart tighten with sadness) and I'm very excited to see what happens.

The Five Stages of Grief Masterlist

Broken promises and unspoken words bring your relationship with Sonny Carisi to the edge. You both mourn what was lost and wonder if you can find each other again.

A/N: waaaay back in like March, I came to @misscharlielulu with a silly headcanon, and she helped evolve it into a full-fledged story. Massive shout-out to @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity who so kindly reviewed my drafts and gave me excellent notes. Extra huge thank you to both these lovelies <3

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: much angst; I am not a writer - this is literally the first story I’ve ever written, so read at your own risk

Prologue

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

Also posted on AO3.

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Thank you so much for including my fic on your list

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Author's note: This is my new favorites list. My old ones are still available through my old masterlist. This one is just updated and I cleaned up the links that didn't work anymore. Sorry to every writer who gets another notice that they have been mentioned, do know that I still love you very freaking much. I'm just going through a re-brand and cleanup phase :)

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*Thursdays by @the-karma-cafe Summary: in which the boys are curious where arthur runs off to every thursday night

*Big Iron by @grugruel

♡ Joel Miller ♡

*Say you love me by @thot-of-khonshu Summary:  Red wine. Rage. Regret. Reunions. When pride separates you from the man that got away in 2003, you thought you’d never see him again. But when going to tie loose ends for Bill and Frank, you see him and a young companion.

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Love bite by @delicate-moon-princess Summary:  It was just a little love bite. Who knew Henry could be so dramatic?

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♡ Clark Kent ♡

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*You’re my girl by @ilongfor-the-arts Summary: The meat delivery guy flirts with you and Carmen doesn’t like it.

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Thank you for reading my Sanji Vacation series! I hope you enjoyed it

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Vacation: Part Three

PART ONE PART TWO

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Semi-Exhibitionist(under the table deal), Light Fingering, Sex

Word Count ::  3,469

Summary :: Sanji is finally reunited with you

A/N :: A more perverted pathetic Sanji because GODDAMN. That is all and I am sorry if this feels a bit rushed- Thank you all for your support!

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“Sanji?” You asked quietly, almost afraid that if you spoke louder, you’d be waking up from some sort of hyper-realistic dream.

His stunned expression quickly shifted into a joyous smile. He ran up to you, scooping you up in his arms and twirling the two of you in the air.

“(Y/N)! I missed you so much!" He cried out. "Your beautiful voice! Your perfect smile! The way your nose scrunches up when I say something annoying! I've missed it all!" He put you down but kept his hands on your arms. "Especially the way your boo-"

WHAMP! A wooden staff came slamming down on his head, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Sanji, how many times have Robin and I told you to quit going around harassing women!" A redhead lady showed up behind him, followed by a black-haired one and a green-haired man. She gave you an apologetic smile as the man stepped forward to pick Sanji up. "I'm sorry about him, miss. He's a flirt and can get carried away when he sees a pretty lady sometimes."

You laughed awkwardly, cheeks flaring up due to memories from the past. "Oh trust me, I know how heart-eyed he can get."

The women each raised their brows, surprised by your comment. The man didn't seem to care, instead being preoccupied by holding Sanji back. He was holding him with one arm and covering his mouth with the other, his voice being muffled by his friend. Sanji was clearly upset; he couldn't explain that you weren't a random stranger he decided to hit on.

"Do you know each other?" The dark-haired woman asked.

You nodded, eyes moving past them and over to the blond. "We know each other quite well actually. I guess you could call us special friends."

The man released him. He walked back up to you, muttering under his breath about how the green man smelled. 

His mood seemed to pick up once his focus was back on you. He reached a hand up to brush your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers grazing past your cheeks. He didn't pull his hand away after resting it on your shoulder. He couldn't say it at the moment with his friends around, but he missed how you felt in his hold.

"How are you, darling?" He asked in his usual charming voice.

You smiled warmly up at him. “Happy to see you’ve made yourself some new friends.”

“They’re my crewmates. Don’t get too scared now, but,” He leaned down close to your ear, “I’m a pirate.”

His hot breath hitting your ear sent a familiar tingle down your spine and your fading blush intensified.

He backed away, quickly introducing you to the three before you, all the while rubbing a small circle into your shoulder with his thumb. Nami, the redhead, was their navigator, Robin, the tallest, was their archeologist, and Zoro, the greenhead, was their first mate. Sanji, naturally, was the crew’s cook. They had ported into town for a quick stay, leaving the day after tomorrow.

“So, do you think I could stay at your place tonight?” The question was so sudden, you almost didn’t know how to answer in front of his friends.

“Oh, erm, I wouldn’t mind it. I’ll need to get a few more ingredients then to make sure I have enough for both of us,” You mumbled, attention finally returning to the vegetables you had come to purchase.

“Sanji, it’s rude to suddenly ask someone if you can stay with them, especially if you didn’t give them a heads-up in advance,” Nami scolded.

“I don’t mind!” You were quick to defend him. “It’s no trouble at all, especially since we have so much to catch up on. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having you three over for dinner as well.”

“Really?” All four of the pirates asked in sync.

Sanji seemed to be a bit annoyed, while the other three were genuinely surprised by your hospitality. You reassured the lot that it was fine, especially since you could easily get all the extra ingredients you needed since you were already in the market. Zoro was the only one to decline the offer and instead offered to break the news to their captain that Sanji wouldn’t be cooking dinner for them tonight, so they'd have to find someplace to grab grub.

-

On the walk back to your home with Sanji and the other ladies, you started a small conversation with Robin and Nami.

“So, (Y/N), what do you do for work?” Robin asked.

“I work for Greylock Trading, a merchant company.”

“I’ve heard of Greylock Trading when I was a kid,” Nami said. “They used to come by my hometown to buy tangerines.”

You nodded. “That was in the early days. Greylock started with basic produce eventually moving up to luxury goods like fine silks or rare paints.”

“You must get to see a lot of interesting places working for such an impressive merchant.”

“I did.” Your smile fell a bit at Robin’s comment. “Long story short, a few years ago, Greylock fell ill and the captain of his ship retired so he could take care of him. Ever since, we’ve downsized considerably and just work from here.”

You could feel Sanji’s hand squeeze yours. “Is that why you never came back to Baratie?” 

“Yes. Greylock asked me to stay and help him restructure the business. He and Captain Tommy are father figures to me, so it was near impossible for me to decline, despite how much it saddened me to stop traveling. Now that everything’s settled with the business though I’ve found myself feeling a bit melancholy as of late.”

Greylock and Captain Tommy had tried to convince you to join a different crew so you could travel once more, but you refused. You didn’t want to leave them behind to join a brand new crew full of strangers. It didn’t feel right to you.

“All she ever talked about when we were together was traveling and all the different places she had been to and all the different places she was excited to see,” Sanji explained to his friends. Quickly, he then whispered to you, “At least, that’s when you weren’t a babbling mess.”

You quickly hit his shoulder, embarrassed that he’d make such a comment in front of others.

His teasing behavior didn’t end there.

When you got back to your place, he helped you in the kitchen while the girls made themselves comfortable in your living room. Your kitchen was small, but one would think it was cramped with how Sanji was acting. Whenever you were trying to grab something from one of the cabinets, he’d come up from behind you conveniently also needing to grab something. His body would push against yours, trapping you against the counter with one hand fondling your breast. A scheme so he could grind against your ass for a moment.

When you were chopping up some lettuce, he came up from behind you and placed his hands on top of yours to help you “properly” chop the lettuce. He would lower his head down to your neck, claiming it was easier for him to see if he rested his head there. A ploy so he could kiss your neck.

It didn’t end in the kitchen.

Once dinner was served, you sat next to Sanji and Robin sat with Nami opposite you two. The three of them started to enthrall you with tales of their adventures on the sea, making you a bit envious of their wayfaring.

You didn’t have much time to feel sorry for yourself though, as midway through dinner, Sanji’s hand fell under the table and began petting up and down your thigh. At first, you decided to act normal and ignore it. You two were at a table in front of his friends, there’s no way he would be dumb-

“Hmph-!” Your body tensed, feeling his hand slide up your skirt and in between your thighs.

You clamped your thighs together hoping to halt him in his tracks. Your head snapped to him, but he remained unfazed, acting as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately for you, he was able to wriggle his hand just enough to get closer to your panties. He pushed his finger against you, pushing your underwear to the side to stroke your growing wet folds. After that, he stuck one long finger in, pumping slowly with just one finger.

You gulped, biting the inside of your bottom lip, hoping to stay silent. You’d be mortified if Robin and Nami found out what you two were doing right now.

Sanji didn’t do much else after he started fingering you. He continued that slow pumping pace, not doing too much so you could act normal and giving you just enough to be excited for when dinner ended. He only pulled because you started to clean up the table while they were still around.

Eventually, it was time for you to say goodbye to your two guests.

“It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“Same here, Robin. I’m glad you two enjoyed the meal.”

“It was delicious, thank you so much for having us.”

“And if Sanji gives you any trouble, just come and find us. We know how he can get.”

You chuckled, walking the two towards the door. “No worries, Nami. I know how to deal with him too. Have a nice night!”

“Bye!”

Almost the second the door shut and you two were alone, Sanji shoved his tongue in your mouth and wrapped his arms around you. His hands roamed your body, jumping from caressing your thighs to your ass to your breasts. He was so needy.

You struggled to keep up with his pace, but you couldn't break away. He was refusing to let you go. His kiss was so messy and rough, that you were sure your lips would be puffy by the time he pulled away.

His hand that was fondling your breast pulled away, hurriedly working on removing your blouse, something he had to stop the kiss for. Your head was dizzy with how he had rushed you, you almost didn't pick up on how eager he was to see your bare chest. His eyes lit up once your bra was removed.

"God, I've missed your boobs."

He reached down past your skirt to grab onto the back of your thighs and they hooked around him instinctually. He carried you over to the table you two had just been having dinner at and placed you down. His face fell straight into your chest, kissing and nipping your flesh. His hands latched onto your nipples to start pinching and rolling the buds in his fingers.

His crotch was directly against yours, allowing you to feel his erection growing. You started to move your hips against his, remembering the tingling pleasure he always gave you. He was eager as well, as he started to grind into you.

"Sanji," You moaned softly, hand reaching out to tug his hair.

He groaned at the action, and the speed of his hips picked up creating more friction. He removed a hand from your breast, reaching around to squeeze your ass and pull your body closer to his.

You were about to beg him to start fucking you, needing more than this to push you to cum, until you noticed the expression on his face. His eyes were tightly shut and he was biting his bottom lip. He was desperate to cum, now.

You had never seen him so worked up before, it turned you on, even more, to know he was being like this for you. If there wasn't a wet patch on his pants before due to your soaked panties, there certainly was one now.

"Fuuuck," He said, a mix between a whine and a moan.

So entranced by the sight before you, you decided to let him finish like this, already coming up with a plan for the aftermath. A bit of revenge for how he acted during the meal if you will.

His speed was getting faster, and his hold on your ass and tit tighter. "I just- I need-" He was struggling with his words, clearly lost in his head.

"Are you close to cumming for me, Sanji?" You asked in a teasing tone.

He completely froze, his face turning red with embarrassment for the first time since you met him all those years ago.

"(Y-Y/N)- I didn't mean to-" He struggled, stammering out a sentence, but his words were silenced when you slid your hands down his pants and cupped his length in your hand.

You could feel him throbbing in your palm, he was so close that he was already twitching in your hand. "It's okay, Sanji. I'll let you finish, but then we play my way. Okay?"

You squeezed your hand around his dick at the end, earning a small shaky breath. After he quickly agreed, you pulled your hand out of his pants, allowing him to continue grinding on you.

You pushed your breasts together for him, to which he happily planted his face in between.

He bit down roughly on your right tit when he finally started to cum in his pants, his hips jerking against your wet clothed cunt. When his peak ended, he raised his head from your breasts, trying to steady his breathing.

You hopped off of the table, grabbed his hand, and led him to your bedroom. "You know, I always remember you making fun of me for being so needy all the time. I guess the tables have turned now, huh?"

"It's… it's been a while okay?"

"I can tell," You said while pushing him down on your bed.

You pulled down your underwear before lifting your skirt to reveal your exposed wet pussy before moving to straddle him. You worked on unclothing him, carefully undoing each button on his shirt while rolling your crotch against his. In no time, you could feel him hardening up again.

Once you got his shirt off, leaving on his tie, you repositioned yourself to sit right below the hem of his pants. You zipped his pants open and pulled them down, along with his underwear, springing free his messy cock. It was smeared in sperm from before, already lubed up when you wrapped a hand around it.

You scooted closer so you were able to bring his tip to your entrance. You moved it up and down your slick folds, humming at the feeling, already ready to be filled up. But you had to be strong, remembering how you wanted to get payback.

He jerked his hips in your hands. "Love, I'm begging you. You've already made me wait such a long time."

You put your hands on his chest, raising your hips so your entrance was right above him. "I said I was sorry." You began to move your wet cunt against his length, not allowing the sweet tightness he desired. "Don't you forgive me, Sanji?"

He let out a shaky moan, feeling your slick folds slide up and down his length. His tip was so close to entering each time you went up his dick, only for you to slowly slide back down.

His hands went up to cup your face, thumbs tracing against your cheeks. He pressed a long deep kiss onto you. It was so unlike the kiss from before, with there being a slow passion to it, he was able to distract you.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling him push his cock into you. He pulled away with a devilish smirk, continuing to push until he was all the way in you. You started to whimper, it had been such a long time since anyone filled you up.

"I do, darling. And that's why I'm so happy you're not going to get upset with me for breaking our little agreement." He pulled out a bit before thrusting up into you, earning a moan.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him so your chest was flush against his. He continued to thrust into you. He had quickly developed a pattern, he did a few shallow thrusts, not pulling out very much, before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving only his tip in you, then rammed himself back in only to repeat the process.

Each time he pulled out more, he hit hard, and with each thrust your moaning got louder and louder. His moaning grew in volume as well, as your walls tightened with each deep thrust.

This feeling was getting him close, along with watching you on top of him. Since you were flat against him, he could feel your breasts bouncing up and down on him with the thrusts. His favorite part about this though, was that your face was clear for him to see. Your half-lidded eyes, the small 'o' shape your mouth was in got bigger each time you moaned loudly.

Eventually, your entire body tightened and you began to spasm. Your walls clenched, finally hitting your high. Sanji wasn’t far behind, as seconds after you came you could feel his cock twitching inside of you and hot spurts of cum poured into you.

“I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” Sanji breathed out.

“Why?” You asked in between pants.

“Because,” He pulled out of you, beginning to reposition you two, “I don’t plan on stopping until you’re exhausted.”

Your palms fell flat against your bed as you found yourself on all fours now. His hands went down to hold your ass, his now hard again dick ramming into you from behind. He was much rougher this time with his thrusting, and his hold on you was tight so you couldn’t pull away.

At this faster pace of his, it didn’t take long until your arms gave out and your top half fell against the bed. You bounced your ass in the air with him, hoping he’d hit deeper with each thrust. So fixated on cumming again, you didn’t notice how his grip had loosened and that he had slowed down again.

“There’s my good girl,” He moaned. “So desperate to cum around my cock.”

-

Your eyes fluttered open, feeling a pair of arms wrapped around you along with a leg thrown over yours. Your vision began to clear and you saw a blond sleeping in your bed. The events of the night before began to play in your head, reminding yourself why your body was so sore.

“Hm… I guess you were telling the truth when you said I’d pass out.”

“Of course I was. I’d never lie to you, love,” His eyes opened.

You narrowed your eyes. “How long have you been up?”

He shrugged. “A while.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I made you do a lot last night. Plus, I enjoyed how peaceful you looked when you were asleep. I was trying to save it in my memory in case…” His voice trailed off, afraid to finish his sentence.

“In case what?”

“In case… you said no to being a pirate with me.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He sat up, and you followed. “I want you to join the Straw Hat Pirates. It’s a really friendly crew, aside from Zoro. Everyone’s nice, aside from Zoro. You’ve already met three of them, and got along great with them, aside from Zoro, but he’s just a grump. And I’m sure Luffy would be fine with it.”

“Who’s Luffy again?”

“He’s the captain. He’s a good kid, and he could use a negotiator.”

You fell silent, contemplating his offer for a bit longer than he’d like.

“Alright, I’ll join.”

Sanji continued to plead with you to join, having not fully processed your answer. “Please, (Y/N). You’ll get to travel again, and sure, we’ll have to deal with occasional bad- Excuse me?”

“I said, I’ll join. I’ve already helped out Greylock and there’s not much left for me here anyway. What I want is to travel on the sea again, going to new distant lands with you.”

“(Y/N)...”

You grabbed his hand, smiling happily up at him, knowing you’d be starting a brand new chapter in your life. Unlike all the other ship crews that had offered you a spot amongst them, you didn’t feel like you would fit in. Joining The Straw Hats felt right somehow, especially since someone you were close with was already a part of the crew.

The sweet moment you two shared ended shortly, as in your peripheral line of sight, you saw a tent rising in the sheets.

“Really?” You asked, throwing the blanket up to expose his erection.

“You’re just so cute when you’re sincere!”

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Are you maybe making more parts for Vacation with Sanji? Just read it and it was so good!!

Yes! I am planning to make a part three and that will be the last part. I'm hoping to have it come out this weekend, but there's a possibility it may come out next weekend. A new semester just started at college and I'm trying to figure out how to organize my time with my classes.

Gonna be honest, I was only able to push out two fics and two days bc it was a long weekend and I wanted to enjoy it by writing smut.

and also THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! I'm so happy so many people are enjoying the Vacation fics!

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I always loved pathetic simp Sanji, but they gave us sauve Sanji and I lost it.

Part two out now babes. Stay thirstin’

Vacation

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count ::  3,373

Summary :: After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

A/N :: I was trying to find the right mix between pervert simp anime Sanji and suave charming live-action Sanji. There will for sure be a part two.

Go watch the One Piece live-action.

“I see a place we can stop to make repairs, Captain Tommy,” You said, eye still focused on the small floating mass in the distance.

You worked on a merchant ship for a wealthy businessman named Greylock. You were his top secret contract negotiator. The reason you were a “secret” was because he never introduced you as a negotiator. You would always find your way to sneak into his potential clients’ and contract partners’ inner circle to figure out what type of people they were and what they wanted. With this personal knowledge, you would then come up with the best plan of action to secure a beneficial deal for the business. It was easy for you thanks to your typically quiet demeanor. You knew when to stay silent and read the room.

Captain Tommy, Greylock’s business partner, set a course for the wooden structure floating. “Let’s hope the owner’s kind enough to let us port for a while.”

“How long do you think it’ll take to repair the damages?”

“The storm banged us up pretty good, not to mention all the scrapes we’ve gotten from pirates.” He glanced around the ship. “I’d say at least three to four weeks.”

You cursed quietly under your breath. “Greylock isn’t going to be happy about that.”

Captain Tommy shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do. The ship’s falling apart. We won’t be able to make it to a port town before the ship sinks.”

You knew Greylock would be upset once you told him, so you took precocious measures to alleviate the anger.

You stood with him on the deck, watching as you approached your soon-to-be temporary home. "You know sir, you've been mentioning wanting to take a vacation for a while."

He sighed, shrugging. "That's because I'm getting older and tired of working. I became a merchant to see the world, not to work endlessly."

"Well then, how about you finally take that vacation now while we repair the ship?"

He turned his head to give you a weary look. "Take a  vacation while the ship is repaired?"

You nodded with a smile. "Captain Tommy told me it would take at least three weeks to repair the ship. Instead of worrying about work, you should relax during that time."

"(Y/N)-"

"And you can give the crew a chance to rest. Were y'all dreary from that dreadful storm, not to mention the attacks we had to endure before?" You patted his shoulder. "You know what they say, a happy crew is a dutiful crew. And a tired crew typically ends up killing someone."

Grey lock laughed at your made-up saying, but you were able to persuade him. "You're right. We've been working too hard recently without a break." He looked out once more, finally in the distance to see the name of the place you'll all be staying for the next month. "Lads!" He shouted loud enough to grab everyone's attention. "I want you lot to enjoy yourselves at the Baratie. Think of our unscheduled stop as a surprise resort! Haha!"

Immediately the crew lit up. While everyone cheered and began to talk about what they'd do with their spare time, aside from repairs, you looked up at Captain Tommy. He had a small smirk, giving you a wink. He knew if anyone could get Greylock to give the entire crew a break, it'd be you.

-

You walked into Baratie behind Greylock and Captain Tommy. It was typically for the three of you to grab a bite together whenever you arrived at a new town so that you could discuss your work objectives. Today, however, it was simply a meal between friends.

A fish man greeted you at the entrance, accepting a small fee before allowing you to take your seats.

You looked over the menu, wondering what to try first. You'd be around for a while and we're sure you'd get to try a few items on the menu before departing. Greylock and Captain Tommy chatted with one another, used to your silence. They knew that you spoke when you felt you needed to.

The swing doors to the kitchen flew open. You glanced up from the menu, seeing a blond man to have caused the small ruckus. He looked upset, brows furrowed and tight lips turned down.

'I wonder what got him so riled up,' You thought.

You kept your eyes on him, noticing he was making his way to your table with a tray of bread rolls in hand. When he was about halfway, he noticed you sitting right of Greylock and his mood instantly seemed to pick up. After his eyes locked with yours, his gaze lit up and a dashing smile graced his lips.

Seeing his mood do a complete one-eighty after spotting you, you shot your eyes back down to your menu. 'Please don't be our waiter. Please don't be our waiter. Plea-'

"Hello gentlemen and fair lady, my name is Sanji. What would you like to drink to start you off? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock."

Almost throughout his entire introduction, you could feel his line of sight fixed on you. He didn’t mind that you didn’t look at him. It allowed him to sneak a glance at your chest without being noticed.

"Anything fancy would be a waste on me. I'll just have a simple whiskey to start with," Greylock said. Captain Tommy put up two fingers, requesting the same.

"And what will you be having, darling?"

"Hm… I'll have a sweet tea."

"A sweet drink for a sweet girl understood."

Your eyes shot towards him, a little shocked by his straightforward demeanor. He gave you a quick wink before walking away.

Now, it was time for the old men to act like school girls. 

Greylock started the teasing first. "Awe, our little (Y/N) has a young man who's interested in her," 

"And by the small blush on her cheeks, I'd say she's interested too."

"Wh-what blush?" You stuttered, only now feeling the heat center in your cheeks.

"The one that's covering your entire face." Captain Tommy laughed.

"Shut up. I was just caught off guard by his remark." You practically shoved your face into the menu, embarrassed to face the men before you any longer.

They continued laughing for a moment before talking about what to order.

After Sanji came back with your drinks, it was time for you three to place your orders. Again, your colleagues ordered before you. This time though, you spoke right when Captain Tommy finished his sentence.

"And I will have the seared ahi tuna."

"Do you want the chocolate sin cake after for dessert, love? It's so moist it'll melt in your mouth, I promise," He said in a sultry tone for no other apparent reason than to get a rise out of you.

And once more, you were left stunned and your face was heating up. You were certain he was only teasing you, but you were still upset giving him the presumed reaction he wanted.

"She would love the chocolate cake!" Greylock's hand patted your back hard, causing you to fall forward a bit on the table. "It's been a while since she's had a good pastry."

“Coming right up.”

He left with a swift turn on his heels and when he was out of sight you glared daggers at the two accompanying you.

“What do you think you’re doing, sir?”

“Trying to make sure you have a fun time here.” He took a swig of his whiskey before continuing. “Listen, you’re always working hard for us, and you rarely make any time for yourself.”

You sink in your seat a bit. He was right. On the rare occasion you did flirt with others, it was to secure a deal, and then, you were gone.

“Plus, the boy’s easy on the eyes. You’d be mad to not give him a chance.” He bursted out laughing.

Captain Tommy was a bit more comforting with his words. “You probably won’t interact with him much, so don’t mind him.”

Choosing to believe him, you relaxed for the remainder of the meal. ‘Captain Tommy’s right. As long as I don’t come here again, I probably won’t run into him.’

Too bad you had a crew that loved to go out because about two days later, you found yourself back at the Baratie. This time, Sanji wasn’t your waiter which you were more than thankful for. Captain Tommy and Greylock might’ve teased you a bit, but the men with you now would have embarrassed you so much you would never step foot out of your living quarters again.

Around mid-way into your meal, you excused yourself from the table to go use the restroom. While walking down the hallway, your attention was on the various paintings that decorated the wall.

Since you weren’t paying much attention to what was in front of you, you collided with a firm chest. You nearly stumbled back until a pair of arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“Ah-! I-I’m so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was… going…” You looked up at the person you had bumped into, locking eyes with a familiar blue-eyed blond.

He gave you a large grin, replying. “No need to apologize madam. I should be the one apologizing,” You tilted your head, “for disturbing a fine piece of art like you.”

You immediately turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your growing blush. “Can you please let me go?” You asked timidly.

You felt his hold tighten for a quick second before letting you go. Without another word, you rushed past him to the women's restroom.

Sanji watched you run away, a playful grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this one,” He mumbled, already missing the feeling of your body pressed against his.

-

This would be how every interaction you had with the blonde cook and occasional waiter, played out. You would try to be formal with him, he'd make a flirty or suggestive comment, and then you'd start to blush or stutter.

Typically it was whenever you went to eat at Baratie, but there were a few occasions when he managed to catch you outside.

-

"I must be in heaven because I'm seeing an angel before me." You tensed up in your seat and froze upon hearing Sanji.

You were at the small outdoor bar next to the giant fish-headed restaurant. Around the end of the first week, you noticed that the place had a pretty good view of the sunset. Sure, you saw the sun set often, but you rarely actually watched it fall below the horizon line, disappearing until morning. It was a minor peaceful event you wanted to enjoy on your supposed vacation alone.

The sky had already darkened by this point. You were just around to finish the drink you had.

"Good evening, Sanji."

He sat next to you, pouting playfully. "Come on m, (Y/N). We've known each other for over two weeks now. There's no need for you to keep acting so stuffy all the time."

You crossed your arms. "I'm not stuffy."

"Yes, you are. Every time I see you it's always a quick sentence or two before nothing but silence. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

'I wish it was that simple.' In fact, you were having the opposite reaction. You were used to making contracts and business deals with people when you spoke to them. You weren't used to being openly flirted with for no reason. 

Like always, you avoided making eye contact with him. This time, you fixed your attention to the remaining ice cubes in your drink.

He leaned closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Or maybe, it's because you're too shy to admit you like me," He whispered, hot breath hitting your ear and sending a tingle throughout your body.

You snapped your head around, face burning up when you saw how close he was. That damn coy smile plastered on his perfect lips.

He chuckled to himself, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Why do you keep messing with me?" You bluntly asked. Frankly, you were getting tired of his game, even if you weren't entirely sure what this game was.

This was the first time you had caught him off guard. He leaned back a bit, tilting his head. "What makes you think I'm messing with you?"

"If you actually had an interest in me, you would've told me or showed me by now. You just keep saying sweet nothings to mess with me and I'm sick of it," Your voice was growing frustrated, finally voicing your opinion. "I'm trying to enjoy my vacation, not be bothered by some- Hey!"

He grabbed your hand, lifting you from your seat with a tug and pulling you away. You followed, partly because you were unable to pull away and partly because of curiosity as to where he was taking you. He led you to a small alley a bit away.

Before you could question his intentions, he leaned down to press a firm kiss onto your lips. His hands fell to your hips, holding onto you with a firm grasp and locking you against the wall behind you. Almost as if he were afraid you’d try to escape. His nerves were quickly set to rest when you began kissing him back, your hands holding his shoulders. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you gladly parted, allowing him to shove his tongue in your mouth.

After some time, he pulled away and began trailing kisses down your neck. As he did, you felt his hands wander to the button of your shorts.

Feeling him work to undo them you asked him, “What are you doing?”

He pulled away, a coy smile still on his face. “Showing you that I have an interest in you.”

He began to pull your shorts down and you felt your heart begin to race. You weren’t directly out in the open, but if someone going down the main walkway happened to turn their heads they’d spot the two of you.

“Sanji, wait- What if- Ngh!”

He started rubbing your clit through your growing wet panties, chuckling at the quick response he got. “‘What if’ what, darling?”

You glared at him, trying to voice your concerns, but again, he continued to distract you with pleasure.

He knelt down on one knee, grabbing your left thigh, and hooking it over his shoulder after completely removing your shorts. You watched with half-lidded eyes as he pushed and held your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy. He stuck his tongue in first, licking up your folds while maintaining eye contact with you through his blond locks. He continued this motion and you bit your bottom lip, hoping not to make a noise.

He wasn’t having any of that though. If there was one thing he loved, it was to know he was doing a good job. At first, he had started to tease you a bit because he thought you were cute when you got flustered. As the days went on, he noticed that you might not have said much, but you couldn’t hide your physical reactions to him. Your face was almost always flushed around him. Your grip on whatever you held tightened with the simplest of sentences. It made him wonder what type of lover were you? Quiet, non-verbal, highly responsive to the slightest touches, etc.?

He had just never gotten you alone to figure it out, until now.

He sucked your clit, earning a squeal in response. Your hands immediately shot down to his head, grabbing hold of his hair.

‘She looks so cute trying to stay quiet.’

He could feel his pants tightening around his crotch, watching you squirm because of his touch. It was getting difficult for you to stay up with one leg, especially when he slotted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curved his fingers in you, moving them slowly at first before picking up the pace to match how quickly he was flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Sa-Sanji, I- I don’t think I ca-can last much longer,” You whined.

Even without you telling him, he could tell you were getting close. Your walls had started to tighten around his fingers and he had to hold the thigh of your standing leg to support you. He would’ve loved to have you come undone around his tongue, however, for his first time with you, he wanted to fully see your expression.

He pulled away and you let out a loud sigh of relief, panting a bit. You were a little disappointed you hadn’t finished but were hopeful to continue this in a more private enclosed area. Your head was a bit fuzzy though, and you didn’t pick up on the small noise of him undoing his trousers or when he completely pulled down your panties.

He grabbed your thighs and housed you up to position the head of his penis right at your entrance. When you felt it rub against your slick folds, your eyes widened. The two of you watched as he pushed his cock in, seeing it disappear in your cunt. He groaned, eyes rolling back for a moment at how tight you were wrapped around him. You whined, feeling his length fill you up.

Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to him. He watched your face with amusement, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment in your expression. You were still biting down on your lip, hoping to be as discrete as possible given the situation you were in.

With one swift hard thrust though, you let out a moan. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing him to clearly hear all your little whimpers and mewls of delight.

After hearing your moan, he began to thrust harder, wishing to hear more of your voice. You could hear his grunting too, breath growing heavier and heavier with each stroke inside you.

No longer needing to hold you up with both hands, one of them slipped underneath your shirt, sliding under the cup of your bra. He groped your breast, happy at how soft it was in his hand.

The harder he continued to thrust, the shakier your moans got. You were getting close to your release again and he wasn’t far behind, his own breathing now becoming ragged. Now, with each thrust, he could feel your walls tighten around him. Wanting to make sure he got a good look at your face when you came, he briefly removed his hand from your breast to tug your hair back. With your face pulled away from his neck, he plastered his lips against yours, shoving his tongue once more in your mouth. After, his hand returned to groping your breast.

His grip on your thigh was so tight, that you were sure there would be markings. With how hard he was kissing you, your lips were bound to be puffy when he stopped.

Your mind was becoming foggy and all you were focused on was the pleasure you were in, no longer caring someone caught you. You moaned against his lips, your entire body growing tense in his hold. Your walls clamped around him, finally hitting your high.

Seeing your eyes fall shut, engrossed in the feeling of climaxing, combined with how your cunt squeezed against him, he hit deep one last time before unraveling himself. His cock pulsed in you, dumping his entire load inside, savoring how your body milked it.

He pulled away from the kiss, each of your breaths now shaky trying to regain your composure. Your head fell back against the wall, eyes remaining on him.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We plan out the rest of your vacation. You’re here for at least one more week, right?” He kissed your cheek. “That gives us one more week of fun, darling.”

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Vacation: Part Two

PART ONE PART THREE

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(m recieving), Sex

Word Count ::  2,037

Summary :: Sanji promised you fun as long as you stayed with him, and he didn't disappoint.

A/N :: Wow, two fics within two days. I guess I'm just a whore for this man.

There will be a part three, it'll take a week or two to come out bc of school and work. You can also expect Sanji to be more of a perverted simp in part three like he is in the anime.

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You were a whimpering mess sitting in Sanji's lap. You were completely impaled by him, your breasts revealed for him by an undone button-down shirt. One of his button-downs.

He nipped and sucked at the skin of your chest, little markings littering your skin.

You watched him, remembering what he told you after your first little fling.

"Darling, if you stay with me for the rest of your stay, I'll have you drowning in pleasure each night."

So far, he had been a man of his word. You had been with him for four days now, and each day he had you crying his name.

You started to twitch in his hold, feeling him press down rough circles into your clit.

"S-Sanji!" You grinded your hips against him, hoping he'd finally start to thrust.

He pulled away from your chest, giving you a devilish grin. "Come on, love. Use your words."

God, he was such a tease. "Please, fuck me!" You begged, knowing how your cries got him off.

He pressed a kiss onto your lips, happy to oblige with your request. He thrusted up into you, hitting deep instantly.

He continued to do so, your moaning against his lips being a perfect motivator. Soon, he could feel you moving your hips along with him, chuckling in his head.

Wishing to see your desperation to cum, he pulled away from the kiss. For a moment, his sight was fixed on how your tits bounced. He almost came then, remembering how your chest and stomach looked covered in his sperm the one time he pulled out to finish.

Then, his eyes fell to his cock, watching it repeatedly disappear in your slick folds. He gripped your waist with one hand, and another fell close to your inner thigh. Deciding to help you cum, he once again rubbed his thumb against your clit, now guiding you up and down on him.

Your mouth was open, gasping and moaning as you got closer and closer thanks to Sanji's help. You held his biceps for support, digging your nails into his flesh. Your moaning grew louder and your back began to arch. He felt your body tense around him, and he wasn't far behind.

Whenever you came, he was always close behind. God, how he loved to feel you cum around him, your walls became unbelievably tight squeezing around his dick. He was sure you could feel him pulse inside you, pumping out his load.

However, your nights never ended this quickly.

He would give you around a minute to recover, before starting another round.

He'd continue to fuck you until you either began to cry, no longer able to handle the stimulation, or until your body gave out and you passed out.

Tonight, it ended with you crying in his chest. Begging him to stop because you'd lose your mind if he continued.

When you two did wrap up, he was the most tender lover there was. He'd bring warm wet towels over to clean you up. He made sure you drank plenty of water and had a snack prepared in case. And when it came time to rest, his arms wrapped around your body to keep you close to him. 

-

Today you woke up before him but were unable to escape his hold. Not that you minded or really even wanted to. You were enjoying your time with Sanji and would be sad when it eventually came to an end. The repairs for your ship were coming along, and it would soon be time for you to depart. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or even, if you would.

You brushed some of his hair out of his face, studying it for your memory. As you did, you aimlessly drew circles into his chest.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He mumbled.

You pulled your hand away, narrowing your eyes. "How long have you been up?"

He opened his eyes now to look at you. "Since you started touching my chest."

You playfully hit him. "You're the worst."

"I'm just trying to have a laugh. You're the one that's always being stuffy." He pulled an arm away and turned onto his back.

He rubbed his hand up and down your hips, and his freed hand fell behind his head.

You placed your chin on his chest, continuing to glare. "I am not stuffy."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"You're the most stuffy person I know, which is pretty funny considering how shamelessly needy you are during sex."

You turned your head away, not wanting to indulge in his silly argument. You stared at the sheets that covered his lower body for a few seconds before an idea popped into your head.

You walked your fingers down to where his crotch would be and gently glided the tip of your index finger up and down it through the sheet. He already started twitching a bit at the small bit of contact.

"You know, Sanji, you're always teasing me, and I don't appreciate it very much."

Turning your head back around to him, you could see him staring at you intensely, waiting to see what you were about to do.

You began to palm him through the blanket, feeling him grow stiff underneath your touch. You pulled away briefly, only to quickly pull away the blanket and position your face closer to his dick.

You knelt beside it, staying on the left of him. You held yourself up with one arm on the bed, your lips so close to his tip he could feel your breath against him, getting him harder.

You spat out a long strand of saliva, using your other hand to wrap around his shaft and coat it as a lubricant. Your strokes were at a decent pace and your grin wasn't very strong. You were making sure he wanted more. Simply rubbing his shaft from tip to base wasn't enough, he needed more friction.

His hands had the sheet beneath him balled up in his fist, and his breathing was slow and deep.

"Do you want more, Sanji?" You asked, flicking your tongue against his tip at the end and licking up a small dribble of precum.

He groaned, feeling your soft wet tongue lightly lap up what was starting to come out.

He propped himself up on an elbow, his other hand reaching out to touch your cheek. "I want nothing more than to see those pretty little lips wrap around my cock, but you knew that already, didn't you?"

You picked up the pace of your strokes, earning a sharp intake of air. "If you admit that you were only teasing when you called me stuffy, I'll-"

"I was only teasing, I didn't mean it."

You halted, surprised by how quickly he folded. He didn't even let you finish your request.

But, a deal was a deal, even if you didn't technically get to finish saying it.

"Thank you," You said with a small smile before taking him in your mouth.

You lowered your head, taking in as much of his length as you could before he hit the back of your throat. With what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you wrapped your hand around and continued to rub. You bobbed your head up and down, mewling when you felt his fingers run up your folds.

Sanji had sat up by now, and with how you positioned yourself, he was able to easily reach over and begin fingering you. He was sure feeling you moan with his cock in your mouth would feel amazing, and he wasn't wrong. He continued to pump two fingers in your cunt, delighted when you started to bounce a bit hoping for more. Even when you were pleasuring him, you were desperate for him to make you cum.

With each moan, he felt a slight vibration around him and his balls started to grow tighter. Eventually, being so enamored with his own pleasure for once, he pulled his fingers out and started to rub your clit furiously.

You tried to pull your face away, but his other hand held the back of your head firmly, keeping your mouth wrapped around him. He even began to push you further down on him to take more of him in.

"Just relax your throat," He advised through gasping breaths.

He cursed quietly to himself, unable to stop his hips from bucking. In no time, after feeling your mouth moan against him continuously and allowing him to shove his cock down your throat, you felt him begin to spurt out thick hot loads into your mouth.

Swiftly, not wanting his entire load to be swallowed by you, he pulled you off and threw you onto your back. While still cumming, he rammed his dick in you, causing your back to arch and cunt to tighten around him to release, earning a few extra squirts of cum from him.

He wasn't done, the sight before him only turned him on more. You were gasping for air, semen falling from your chin and now out your pussy. He was hard within you again in a matter of seconds.

-

Sanji watched you fixing your clothes, getting ready to leave his place for the last time. There was a slight frown on his face, but you hadn’t noticed.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay here with me?” He asked, already knowing your answer.

"You know how much I enjoy traveling."

Early into your temporary relationship, Sanji tried to convince you to stay with him. Though you thought he was only joking, you gave him a rather serious answer. You wanted to continue traveling around the world, seeing the different lives people led and hearing their stories. You hoped to write a book, full of these people's stories. You hadn't gotten very far with your dream due to working at each port town you stopped at, but any progress was some progress.

You gave him a sad smile. “I already promised you, I’ll convince Greylock to let us come back so I can visit you.”

You walked up to him, playing with his hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist, looking up at you with a smile of his own.

"What about when you get needy? We both know how-"

You quickly slapped the side of his head, a blush of embarrassment burning your cheeks. "Shut up, you idiot."

"Only if you make me," He chuckled before pulling you down for a kiss.

Little did either of you know, it would be the last time you shared a laugh and a kiss for a while.

-

A few months after your stay at Baratie, Greylock fell ill and was unable to make the strenuous journeys required to be a big merchant. He decided to downsize and settle in a decently sized town. Captain Tommy, being more than just Greylock's business partner, decided it was time for him to settle down too. He sold his ship to his first mate to help Greylock take care of his health and business.

As for you, the couple had asked you to stay with them. They pleaded with you, apologizing for asking because they knew how you loved to travel. It hurt deciding to stay put, but you did because they had helped you when you were young.

You were a street urchin when they found you, hustling around the town to earn enough for a meal each day. You don't know how Greylock saw something in you, perhaps it was your determination to work. Somehow, he decided to give you not only a job but a home as well.

You had intended to only stay for a bit, helping them downsize and restructure the business. A few months turned into a year, and then a year turned into two, and so on. You weren't sure what happened.

-

You walked around the marketplace, trying to find ingredients for your meal tonight. While staring at carrots at a vegetable stand, you heard someone call your name in the distance.

"(Y/N)...?"

You turned your head to see who called you, eyes widening when you saw the owner of the voice.

"Sanji?"

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Vacation: Part one

PART TWO PART THREE

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count ::  3,373

Summary :: After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

A/N :: I was trying to find the right mix between pervert simp anime Sanji and suave charming live-action Sanji. There will for sure be a part two.

Go watch the One Piece live-action.

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“I see a place we can stop to make repairs, Captain Tommy,” You said, eye still focused on the small floating mass in the distance.

You worked on a merchant ship for a wealthy businessman named Greylock. You were his top secret contract negotiator. The reason you were a “secret” was because he never introduced you as a negotiator. You would always find your way to sneak into his potential clients’ and contract partners’ inner circle to figure out what type of people they were and what they wanted. With this personal knowledge, you would then come up with the best plan of action to secure a beneficial deal for the business. It was easy for you thanks to your typically quiet demeanor. You knew when to stay silent and read the room.

Captain Tommy, Greylock’s business partner, set a course for the wooden structure floating. “Let’s hope the owner’s kind enough to let us port for a while.”

“How long do you think it’ll take to repair the damages?”

“The storm banged us up pretty good, not to mention all the scrapes we’ve gotten from pirates.” He glanced around the ship. “I’d say at least three to four weeks.”

You cursed quietly under your breath. “Greylock isn’t going to be happy about that.”

Captain Tommy shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do. The ship’s falling apart. We won’t be able to make it to a port town before the ship sinks.”

You knew Greylock would be upset once you told him, so you took precocious measures to alleviate the anger.

You stood with him on the deck, watching as you approached your soon-to-be temporary home. "You know sir, you've been mentioning wanting to take a vacation for a while."

He sighed, shrugging. "That's because I'm getting older and tired of working. I became a merchant to see the world, not to work endlessly."

"Well then, how about you finally take that vacation now while we repair the ship?"

He turned his head to give you a weary look. "Take a  vacation while the ship is repaired?"

You nodded with a smile. "Captain Tommy told me it would take at least three weeks to repair the ship. Instead of worrying about work, you should relax during that time."

"(Y/N)-"

"And you can give the crew a chance to rest. Were y'all dreary from that dreadful storm, not to mention the attacks we had to endure before?" You patted his shoulder. "You know what they say, a happy crew is a dutiful crew. And a tired crew typically ends up killing someone."

Grey lock laughed at your made-up saying, but you were able to persuade him. "You're right. We've been working too hard recently without a break." He looked out once more, finally in the distance to see the name of the place you'll all be staying for the next month. "Lads!" He shouted loud enough to grab everyone's attention. "I want you lot to enjoy yourselves at the Baratie. Think of our unscheduled stop as a surprise resort! Haha!"

Immediately the crew lit up. While everyone cheered and began to talk about what they'd do with their spare time, aside from repairs, you looked up at Captain Tommy. He had a small smirk, giving you a wink. He knew if anyone could get Greylock to give the entire crew a break, it'd be you.

-

You walked into Baratie behind Greylock and Captain Tommy. It was typically for the three of you to grab a bite together whenever you arrived at a new town so that you could discuss your work objectives. Today, however, it was simply a meal between friends.

A fish man greeted you at the entrance, accepting a small fee before allowing you to take your seats.

You looked over the menu, wondering what to try first. You'd be around for a while and we're sure you'd get to try a few items on the menu before departing. Greylock and Captain Tommy chatted with one another, used to your silence. They knew that you spoke when you felt you needed to.

The swing doors to the kitchen flew open. You glanced up from the menu, seeing a blond man to have caused the small ruckus. He looked upset, brows furrowed and tight lips turned down.

'I wonder what got him so riled up,' You thought.

You kept your eyes on him, noticing he was making his way to your table with a tray of bread rolls in hand. When he was about halfway, he noticed you sitting right of Greylock and his mood instantly seemed to pick up. After his eyes locked with yours, his gaze lit up and a dashing smile graced his lips.

Seeing his mood do a complete one-eighty after spotting you, you shot your eyes back down to your menu. 'Please don't be our waiter. Please don't be our waiter. Plea-'

"Hello gentlemen and fair lady, my name is Sanji. What would you like to drink to start you off? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock."

Almost throughout his entire introduction, you could feel his line of sight fixed on you. He didn’t mind that you didn’t look at him. It allowed him to sneak a glance at your chest without being noticed.

"Anything fancy would be a waste on me. I'll just have a simple whiskey to start with," Greylock said. Captain Tommy put up two fingers, requesting the same.

"And what will you be having, darling?"

"Hm… I'll have a sweet tea."

"A sweet drink for a sweet girl understood."

Your eyes shot towards him, a little shocked by his straightforward demeanor. He gave you a quick wink before walking away.

Now, it was time for the old men to act like school girls. 

Greylock started the teasing first. "Awe, our little (Y/N) has a young man who's interested in her," 

"And by the small blush on her cheeks, I'd say she's interested too."

"Wh-what blush?" You stuttered, only now feeling the heat center in your cheeks.

"The one that's covering your entire face." Captain Tommy laughed.

"Shut up. I was just caught off guard by his remark." You practically shoved your face into the menu, embarrassed to face the men before you any longer.

They continued laughing for a moment before talking about what to order.

After Sanji came back with your drinks, it was time for you three to place your orders. Again, your colleagues ordered before you. This time though, you spoke right when Captain Tommy finished his sentence.

"And I will have the seared ahi tuna."

"Do you want the chocolate sin cake after for dessert, love? It's so moist it'll melt in your mouth, I promise," He said in a sultry tone for no other apparent reason than to get a rise out of you.

And once more, you were left stunned and your face was heating up. You were certain he was only teasing you, but you were still upset giving him the presumed reaction he wanted.

"She would love the chocolate cake!" Greylock's hand patted your back hard, causing you to fall forward a bit on the table. "It's been a while since she's had a good pastry."

“Coming right up.”

He left with a swift turn on his heels and when he was out of sight you glared daggers at the two accompanying you.

“What do you think you’re doing, sir?”

“Trying to make sure you have a fun time here.” He took a swig of his whiskey before continuing. “Listen, you’re always working hard for us, and you rarely make any time for yourself.”

You sink in your seat a bit. He was right. On the rare occasion you did flirt with others, it was to secure a deal, and then, you were gone.

“Plus, the boy’s easy on the eyes. You’d be mad to not give him a chance.” He bursted out laughing.

Captain Tommy was a bit more comforting with his words. “You probably won’t interact with him much, so don’t mind him.”

Choosing to believe him, you relaxed for the remainder of the meal. ‘Captain Tommy’s right. As long as I don’t come here again, I probably won’t run into him.’

Too bad you had a crew that loved to go out because about two days later, you found yourself back at the Baratie. This time, Sanji wasn’t your waiter which you were more than thankful for. Captain Tommy and Greylock might’ve teased you a bit, but the men with you now would have embarrassed you so much you would never step foot out of your living quarters again.

Around mid-way into your meal, you excused yourself from the table to go use the restroom. While walking down the hallway, your attention was on the various paintings that decorated the wall.

Since you weren’t paying much attention to what was in front of you, you collided with a firm chest. You nearly stumbled back until a pair of arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“Ah-! I-I’m so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was… going…” You looked up at the person you had bumped into, locking eyes with a familiar blue-eyed blond.

He gave you a large grin, replying. “No need to apologize madam. I should be the one apologizing,” You tilted your head, “for disturbing a fine piece of art like you.”

You immediately turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your growing blush. “Can you please let me go?” You asked timidly.

You felt his hold tighten for a quick second before letting you go. Without another word, you rushed past him to the women's restroom.

Sanji watched you run away, a playful grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this one,” He mumbled, already missing the feeling of your body pressed against his.

-

This would be how every interaction you had with the blonde cook and occasional waiter, played out. You would try to be formal with him, he'd make a flirty or suggestive comment, and then you'd start to blush or stutter.

Typically it was whenever you went to eat at Baratie, but there were a few occasions when he managed to catch you outside.

-

"I must be in heaven because I'm seeing an angel before me." You tensed up in your seat and froze upon hearing Sanji.

You were at the small outdoor bar next to the giant fish-headed restaurant. Around the end of the first week, you noticed that the place had a pretty good view of the sunset. Sure, you saw the sun set often, but you rarely actually watched it fall below the horizon line, disappearing until morning. It was a minor peaceful event you wanted to enjoy on your supposed vacation alone.

The sky had already darkened by this point. You were just around to finish the drink you had.

"Good evening, Sanji."

He sat next to you, pouting playfully. "Come on m, (Y/N). We've known each other for over two weeks now. There's no need for you to keep acting so stuffy all the time."

You crossed your arms. "I'm not stuffy."

"Yes, you are. Every time I see you it's always a quick sentence or two before nothing but silence. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

'I wish it was that simple.' In fact, you were having the opposite reaction. You were used to making contracts and business deals with people when you spoke to them. You weren't used to being openly flirted with for no reason. 

Like always, you avoided making eye contact with him. This time, you fixed your attention to the remaining ice cubes in your drink.

He leaned closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Or maybe, it's because you're too shy to admit you like me," He whispered, hot breath hitting your ear and sending a tingle throughout your body.

You snapped your head around, face burning up when you saw how close he was. That damn coy smile plastered on his perfect lips.

He chuckled to himself, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Why do you keep messing with me?" You bluntly asked. Frankly, you were getting tired of his game, even if you weren't entirely sure what this game was.

This was the first time you had caught him off guard. He leaned back a bit, tilting his head. "What makes you think I'm messing with you?"

"If you actually had an interest in me, you would've told me or showed me by now. You just keep saying sweet nothings to mess with me and I'm sick of it," Your voice was growing frustrated, finally voicing your opinion. "I'm trying to enjoy my vacation, not be bothered by some- Hey!"

He grabbed your hand, lifting you from your seat with a tug and pulling you away. You followed, partly because you were unable to pull away and partly because of curiosity as to where he was taking you. He led you to a small alley a bit away.

Before you could question his intentions, he leaned down to press a firm kiss onto your lips. His hands fell to your hips, holding onto you with a firm grasp and locking you against the wall behind you. Almost as if he were afraid you’d try to escape. His nerves were quickly set to rest when you began kissing him back, your hands holding his shoulders. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you gladly parted, allowing him to shove his tongue in your mouth.

After some time, he pulled away and began trailing kisses down your neck. As he did, you felt his hands wander to the button of your shorts.

Feeling him work to undo them you asked him, “What are you doing?”

He pulled away, a coy smile still on his face. “Showing you that I have an interest in you.”

He began to pull your shorts down and you felt your heart begin to race. You weren’t directly out in the open, but if someone going down the main walkway happened to turn their heads they’d spot the two of you.

“Sanji, wait- What if- Ngh!”

He started rubbing your clit through your growing wet panties, chuckling at the quick response he got. “‘What if’ what, darling?”

You glared at him, trying to voice your concerns, but again, he continued to distract you with pleasure.

He knelt down on one knee, grabbing your left thigh, and hooking it over his shoulder after completely removing your shorts. You watched with half-lidded eyes as he pushed and held your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy. He stuck his tongue in first, licking up your folds while maintaining eye contact with you through his blond locks. He continued this motion and you bit your bottom lip, hoping not to make a noise.

He wasn’t having any of that though. If there was one thing he loved, it was to know he was doing a good job. At first, he had started to tease you a bit because he thought you were cute when you got flustered. As the days went on, he noticed that you might not have said much, but you couldn’t hide your physical reactions to him. Your face was almost always flushed around him. Your grip on whatever you held tightened with the simplest of sentences. It made him wonder what type of lover were you? Quiet, non-verbal, highly responsive to the slightest touches, etc.?

He had just never gotten you alone to figure it out, until now.

He sucked your clit, earning a squeal in response. Your hands immediately shot down to his head, grabbing hold of his hair.

‘She looks so cute trying to stay quiet.’

He could feel his pants tightening around his crotch, watching you squirm because of his touch. It was getting difficult for you to stay up with one leg, especially when he slotted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curved his fingers in you, moving them slowly at first before picking up the pace to match how quickly he was flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Sa-Sanji, I- I don’t think I ca-can last much longer,” You whined.

Even without you telling him, he could tell you were getting close. Your walls had started to tighten around his fingers and he had to hold the thigh of your standing leg to support you. He would’ve loved to have you come undone around his tongue, however, for his first time with you, he wanted to fully see your expression.

He pulled away and you let out a loud sigh of relief, panting a bit. You were a little disappointed you hadn’t finished but were hopeful to continue this in a more private enclosed area. Your head was a bit fuzzy though, and you didn’t pick up on the small noise of him undoing his trousers or when he completely pulled down your panties.

He grabbed your thighs and housed you up to position the head of his penis right at your entrance. When you felt it rub against your slick folds, your eyes widened. The two of you watched as he pushed his cock in, seeing it disappear in your cunt. He groaned, eyes rolling back for a moment at how tight you were wrapped around him. You whined, feeling his length fill you up.

Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to him. He watched your face with amusement, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment in your expression. You were still biting down on your lip, hoping to be as discrete as possible given the situation you were in.

With one swift hard thrust though, you let out a moan. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing him to clearly hear all your little whimpers and mewls of delight.

After hearing your moan, he began to thrust harder, wishing to hear more of your voice. You could hear his grunting too, breath growing heavier and heavier with each stroke inside you.

No longer needing to hold you up with both hands, one of them slipped underneath your shirt, sliding under the cup of your bra. He groped your breast, happy at how soft it was in his hand.

The harder he continued to thrust, the shakier your moans got. You were getting close to your release again and he wasn’t far behind, his own breathing now becoming ragged. Now, with each thrust, he could feel your walls tighten around him. Wanting to make sure he got a good look at your face when you came, he briefly removed his hand from your breast to tug your hair back. With your face pulled away from his neck, he plastered his lips against yours, shoving his tongue once more in your mouth. After, his hand returned to groping your breast.

His grip on your thigh was so tight, that you were sure there would be markings. With how hard he was kissing you, your lips were bound to be puffy when he stopped.

Your mind was becoming foggy and all you were focused on was the pleasure you were in, no longer caring someone caught you. You moaned against his lips, your entire body growing tense in his hold. Your walls clamped around him, finally hitting your high.

Seeing your eyes fall shut, engrossed in the feeling of climaxing, combined with how your cunt squeezed against him, he hit deep one last time before unraveling himself. His cock pulsed in you, dumping his entire load inside, savoring how your body milked it.

He pulled away from the kiss, each of your breaths now shaky trying to regain your composure. Your head fell back against the wall, eyes remaining on him.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We plan out the rest of your vacation. You’re here for at least one more week, right?” He kissed your cheek. “That gives us one more week of fun, darling.”

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A Dream

Part FIVE of The Soldat and The Flower  :: ONE  ,  TWO  ,  THREE , FOUR

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: Overall sad vibes by the end, Bad Dream, Some Stockholm Syndrome, Slight Possessive Behavior

Word Count ::  1,271

Summary :: The Soldat has an almost perfect little domestic dream

A/N :: Gonna be honest, I meant for this to be a happy little "what if", but... Imma a little sad so- Yeah.

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“Heya pal, got any special plans with your girl tonight?” A blond fella asked The Man.

He walked up to him as he knew him, a friendly smile on his face. Even though he didn’t know his name, The Man felt comfortable with The Blond. He was a friend, he was sure of it.

The Man smiled, giving The Blond a small shrug. “Just dinner, like always. What about you…” He trailed off, trying to remember his friend’s name, but he couldn’t. Who is he again? Who…?

Before he could question it any longer, The Blond spoke, “Just gonna take care of my mom tonight. She isn’t feeling too well. I’m thinking about introducing-” HONK “-to her. Hey, my mom also wanted to thank-” HONK “-for that flower arrangement she sent her-” HONK “-has a real talent with those flowers. She’d do great as a florist, don’t ya think-” HONK.

The Man nodded, agreeing quietly while wondering why the cars passing by today were so noisy.

After a short walk with his friend, the minutes blurring into a blob of time thanks to The Blond’s chit-chat, The Man was home.

He walked in greeted first by the scent of lilies, then by the beautiful voice of his flower. “Oh, you’re just in time darling! I just finished up dinner so it’s nice and hot.”

She stepped out of the kitchen wearing a slightly stained apron over a pale yellow dress. She had a large grin on her face, opening her arms up to be hugged by The Man.

After taking off his coat, he made a few long strides to get over to her and lift her up in the air in their embrace. She giggled happily, twirling in the air. When she was finally placed back down, she pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“How was work today, B-” Ding! “-Oh! The cookies are ready,” She rushed back into the kitchen.

“Same old, same old,” He called out, following after her.

Walking into the kitchen, The Man saw a large bowl of spaghetti, cooked greens, and slices of bread on the side all set on the table for their dinner. She pulled out a hot tray of shortbread cookies, placing them on the counter to cool.

The two sat down, beginning to enjoy their meal together as The Lady told him about her day. She tended to her garden, gave the neighbors a bouquet of chrysanthemums as a thank you for a cookbook they had gifted her, and then read stories about Robin Hood.

“What about you, darling?”

He gave her a small look before averting his gaze to his plate. A small knot formed in his stomach when he thought about work. “It was fine. Like I said earlier, same old-”

“Same old,” She sighed. “You always say that about work.”

“Because there’s not much to talk about. You’d be bored by what I do.” He couldn’t quite recall why he didn’t enjoy talking about work, all he knew was that it wasn’t pleasant. He did the sort of job one wouldn’t share in front of polite company, that much he knew.

“I don’t know what you do.”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to because it’s-”

“Boring?” She stood up, walking over to the now-cooled tray of cookies. “Do you keep it a secret because you think I’d call you a monster if I found out?”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of her being disgusted by him. “What did you just say?”

She began placing the cookies in a blue cookie jar. “I said, do you keep it a secret because you’re trying to keep Steve out of trouble all day instead of actual work?”

“Oh, yeah…” He thought for a moment. Who the hell is Steve? That name sounds familiar. Isn’t that… Yeah, it is that blond guy. Steve. “You know how Steve can be.” It felt odd saying his name.

With both of them full, The Lady began to clean up the dishes while The Man packed away the leftovers. After they had cleaned up, they headed to the living room to listen to Bing Crosby on the radio. The piano played softly before a deep voice started singing. They sat on the couch together, happy with one another’s company while doing nothing.

The Lady held his hand, fidgeting with his fingers. “Darling, do you love me?”

“That’s a silly question. Of course, I do flower.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand, pulling her attention from their hands to his face. He glanced over her features. The corners of her lips were down, her eyes were glossy. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking this?”

“Well… it’s because you never say my name.”

He was about to protest until he realized she was right. He never said her name because The Soldat didn’t know The Flower’s name. He didn’t even know his own. He didn’t know who he was.

-

The Soldat’s eyes shot open, the sight of a sleeping flower before him. He glanced behind her to see a blank white wall, not a wall covered in blue wallpaper.

In silence, he stared at The Flower, wondering for the first time who they each were before they were brought together. If their lives would have ever intertwined before. If she’d still choose him outside of these four walls.

The thought of them not being together saddened him. His arms tightened around her just a bit, a part of him wanting to make sure this was real.

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When The Flower woke up, she smiled seeing that The Soldat was still in bed with her. That was until she noticed the depressed expression he had. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, bringing her hand up to his cheek. “Are you going away for a few days again?”

“No. I just realized…” He was hesitant to reveal what caused his anxiety. He was eased by her caressing his cheek, sure that she’d respond positively. “I don’t know your name.”

Her concerned gaze turned neutral, lips turning into a thin line. “...You don’t?” She asked, surprised he had never asked Dr. Kreischer, or had been told already.

The more she thought about it though, he only ever called her “Flower”. At least he had given her some sort of name, she didn’t have one for him.

“Well, I don’t know your name either, so it’s okay if you don’t know mine.” She gave him a sad smile, “In fact, it’s probably best we don’t know each other’s names.” Her eyes began to water, but the tears didn’t stream yet.

His frown grew. “Why?”

She averted her gaze, beginning to twirl some of his hair in her hands. “When I was little, there was a stray cat on my street that my mom and I fed. We couldn’t keep it because our landlord didn’t allow us to have pets. I always wanted to name the cat, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She said if we did, we’d grow attached to it and it would hurt more if the cat stopped showing up one day.” She looked back at him, tears now rolling down. “If we know each other’s names, it’ll hurt more if we’re ever separated.”

He was quick to wipe away her tears. “We won’t be. I promise.”

“And I’m sure you’ll do your best to make sure we’re not, but life is tricky to manipulate.” She sat up, ready to end the conversation and start her daily routine. “Besides, I like being called your flower.”

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