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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

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Chapter 30: The Palace Siege

A/N: Another Chapter in the books! Still one of favs writing it. So much is at stake as Y/N will now be facing Doflamingo in a stipulation. Im not gonna lie Y/N is going to be put through the ringer, and secrets will be revealed. Thank you guys for everything, liking, commenting, following!. I cant wait for you guys to see what else is in store. But without further a do let the adventure begin! We will be getting some Sanji POV’s as he is just about arriving to Zou.. and we have the first set of surprises coming also (heheh)

Word count: 5.5K

Sanji X Reader, OP x Reader, Sanji x Y/N

Y/N POV…

A few minutes passed since I made that stipulation with Doflamingo. I knew I wasn't going to win—that was certain—and I knew he would never release Law. Doflamingo is a man who cheats and manipulates to get his way. It's his game, and I was just a chess piece. Now, I found myself staring at my reflection as Baby 5 had escorted me to Doflamingo's quarters. I was still in chains, but the strings binding me were gone, which was at least a small mercy.

I looked down at my legs, where marks were starting to form from the restraints. Slowly, my gaze returned to the bruises forming on my neck, remnants of Doflamingo’s cruel grip. “Now for Phase 3,” I thought, trying to stay focused. "Cause enough damage to the palace so that once Luffy is inside, he’ll know exactly where to go."

As I continued to contemplate the next move, Baby 5 walked in with some materials in hand. "What's that?" I asked, not bothering to look away from the mirror.

"The young master requested a few changes," she replied, her tone dripping with annoyance. It was clear she wasn’t happy with me being here. "And I didn’t forget that you’re the harlot who stole my Law from me," she added with a cigarette between her lips.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, my eyes still focused on the mirror. "Harlot, huh? Funny. That’s the same thing Monet called me before I killed her." My gaze locked onto hers through the mirror, challenging her. "I suggest you find a new word or else."

Baby 5 faltered for a moment, her bravado cracking ever so slightly as she laid out the materials on the bed. The room was luxurious, with silk satin sheets adorning the king-sized bed. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a short red corset dress, its bodice sparkling with gemstones and intricate embroidery. Alongside it sat makeup, hair ties, and something that made my stomach twist—a tiara. It was silver, with a large red ruby glinting at the front.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes in disgust. “Let me guess. He wants me to look like a doll, right?”

“Something like that,” Baby 5 replied, her voice dripping with amusement. “Young Master said you need to look your best... for when the game begins.” She picked up the dress, holding it out for me to inspect. The gems glistened under the soft light of the room, but all I saw was a prison.

I stepped forward, glaring at the outfit and then at her. "And this too?" I said, pointing at the tiara. "The bastard wants me to wear a tiara?"

Baby 5’s eyes flicked to the tiara before meeting mine, her smirk widening. "It suits you, doesn't it? A pretty little ruby to match his 'precious' princess."

my eyes narrowed. "He really thinks this will break me? Dressing me up like some sort of twisted prize?"

"Why fight it?" Baby 5 said, raising an eyebrow. "You’re already in chains. He’s already won."

I leaned in closer, my voice low and dangerous. "He hasn’t won yet. This game is far from over."

Baby 5’s smirk wavered, just for a moment, and I knew my words had struck a nerve. I turned back to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, bruised but not broken. The tiara sat there like a crown of mockery. Minutes passed, and Baby 5 had already changed my outfit, tying the strings in the back with a roughness that hurt my ribs.

“I need to figure something out, in the meantime,” I thought. “I need my blades to create a stronger impact.” Baby 5’s harshness in tying the strings caused me to wince. “Easy!” I protested.

“Oops, sorry,” Baby 5 said, smirking as she continued her task. She finished with my makeup and styled my hair into a high bun, carefully placing the tiara on my head and securing it so it wouldn’t move. “There! Don’t you look regal?” she said, laughing.

All I could see in the reflection was the hatred I had for Doflamingo. Suddenly, an idea struck me. “Baby 5 did all this because Doflamingo needed her to,” I realized. “What if...”

“Baby 5,” I said, turning to her.

“What do you want?” she sneered.

“I need you to do me a favor,” I said, watching her closely. Baby 5’s eyes widened in surprise. “You... need me?” she stammered.

“Bingo,” I thought, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Yes, Baby 5. I need you to tell me where the—” I almost spat the words, “—young master has hidden my blades. We’re playing a game of ‘find the prize,’ and the prize happens to be my blades. If the young master gets to them first, I lose. And I don’t want that. So, I need you to tell me where they are. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Baby 5, still caught up in the idea that someone needed her help, moved to one of the cabinets in Doflamingo’s room. “They are right here!” she said, opening the cabinet to reveal my blades and thigh halter, all tied together with one of Doflamingo’s strings.

“So that’s how he got them,” I thought. I reached for my blades and yanked the string off, feeling a sudden surge of power as they returned to me. Although I was still in chains, the rush of energy from my blades was unmistakable. I quickly grabbed my thigh halter and attached it to my left thigh, hiding the blades once more.

I turned to Baby 5 and said, “Thank you, Baby 5. You’ve been a real help.” I smiled, and she still looked dazed, mumbling to herself, “Someone needed me, and I helped,” clearly pleased that someone had relied on her.

Just then, the transponder snail rang. Baby 5 picked it up. “Is the princess ready for me?” Doflamingo’s voice caused my anger to flare.

“Yeah, she’s ready, young master,” Baby 5 said, her voice tight with renewed focus.

“Good. Bring her to me,” Doflamingo said before hanging up the transponder snail.

Baby 5’s demeanor changed abruptly. She grabbed my left arm with a firmness that snapped me back to reality. I couldn’t help but smirk as Phase 3 was about to commence.

Zoro POv…

“So wait! You’re a princess! Just like Y/N?!” Luffy exclaimed, smacking me across the head.

“Would you keep it down!” I hissed, rubbing the spot where Luffy hit me.

“Wait, are you implying that you are Dressrosa royalty?” Kinemon asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

“I used to be,” Violet said, placing her hand on a hidden stone. “I’m no longer part of the royal family, but I was once.”

“Wait! If Rebecca is the king’s granddaughter, that makes you...” Luffy’s eyes widened in realization.

“Rebecca is my niece,” Violet confirmed, as she found and revealed a secret passage leading to the palace. “She’s the daughter of my late sister, Scarlet.”

“A hidden door?! Are you a ninja?! A princess and a ninja, how remarkable!” Kinemon exclaimed, clearly amazed.

“Now… I’ve seen everything,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

As the hidden passage came to light we made our way down the dusty stairs. We’ll remain hidden and avoid detection by using this passage. It belongs to the Riku family. Not even Doflamingo knows about it.” said Violet.

“Hmmm, it looks like this passage leads to the top,” I said, examining the narrow corridor that seemed to rise toward the palace.

“Hey Luffy, why don’t you take this boulder and shoot yourself up?” I suggested, gesturing to a large boulder nearby.

Luffy grinned. “Got it! Alright, here I go!” He stretched his arms around the boulder and began to elongate, lifting himself and the boulder up toward the top.

“Make it snappy, Luffy! Y/N needs us!” I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the urgency.

“Please, climb up quickly!” Madame Ninja—Violet—pleaded, her concern evident.

“No way! What?!” Violet exclaimed, shocked at our unorthodox plan to reach the top quickly.

Sabo POV…

I did my final stretch as the competition neared its start. A laugh escaped me, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. With my metal pipe in hand, I made my way to the arena. "Well, let's go, Marine Colosseum!" I called out, turning to the guy next to me.

"What did you say?" he asked, clearly confused.

"It’s Bartolomeo," he corrected.

As I stepped out, the crowd erupted in cheers. I raised my right hand to the sky, whispering, "I hope you are watching over me, Ace!" My mind then flickered to Y/N. "Y/N, wherever you are, I hope you're safe," I muttered, determination and concern intertwining as I headed toward the dome.

As the other four contenders entered the arena, I noticed Rebecca’s gaze lingering on me. There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, as if she might be questioning whether I was really Lucy.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the Colosseum, introducing Diamante to the stage. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I adjusted my sunglasses, locking eyes with Diamante. He had a confident smirk, and his presence demanded attention.

Diamante began speaking to the crowd, his voice carrying over the noise. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves! In the waters below, we have some special guests—the fighting fish!" His tone was dramatic, clearly enjoying the crowd's excitement. "One of these fighting fish carries a treasure chest on its back, and within that chest is none other than the Flame-Flame Fruit!"

The announcement was met with an uproar of cheers and gasps from the audience. Diamante continued, outlining the rules with a flourish. "The rules are simple: stay in the ring and retrieve the chest with the Flame-Flame Fruit to claim victory. No matter what, the chest must be secured."

With that, the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. The arena filled with a mix of tension and anticipation as the competitors readied themselves for the challenge ahead. My mind was focused, determined to navigate through the chaos and claim the prize.

As the bell rang and the match commenced, Burgess lunged at me with a powerful strike. I quickly dodged, slipping to the side with practiced ease. I could feel the intensity of the battle heating up as I circled the ring, my eyes scanning the water for the first sign of the fighting fish.

The crowd's cheers echoed around me, but I focused solely on the task at hand. I kept moving, staying light on my feet and watching for any disturbance in the water. The fish were fast and erratic, making it hard to pinpoint which one was carrying the treasure chest.

I continued to dodge sporadic attacks from my opponents, using the movements to draw out the fish. I needed to be patient, waiting for the right moment to strike. The key was to avoid getting caught in the crossfire while I searched for the prize.

My heart raced as I kept my focus on the water, hoping that the right fish would reveal itself soon. Each second felt like an eternity as I danced around the ring, ready for whatever came next.

Y/N POV…

"Well, well, well, look who finally showed up," Doflamingo said, his voice dripping with mockery as he sauntered towards me. "Baby 5, thank you for getting the princess ready for me. You may leave."

Baby 5 nodded and quickly exited, her footsteps fading away. Doflamingo moved into my line of sight, blocking my view of the video transponder snail. I couldn't see if Luffy had made any progress, which made my anxiety spike.

Doflamingo approached, his hand trailing suggestively across the ornate corset dress I was forced to wear. His touch was both unsettling and humiliating. He grasped my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I must admit, you look quite the part, princess," he said with a smirk. "But let’s see how long you can maintain this charade."

As he leaned in closer, I discreetly activated the hidden mechanism in my bracelet, loosening the chains that bound me. I kept my movements subtle, hiding my growing resolve behind a veneer of defiance and fear.

Doflamingo’s laughter was dark and taunting. "What’s the matter? Stunned into silence? Or are you plotting your escape? I must say, watching you struggle adds an extra layer of enjoyment to this whole affair."

His fingers brushed lightly over the tiara on my head, mocking the regal costume he’d forced upon me. "And this little crown," he continued, "just adds to your humiliation. It’s a sight to behold."

The chains on my wrists were somewhat secured in front of me, but with the hidden mechanism activated in my bracelet, they were now loose enough to be manageable. I met Doflamingo’s gaze with steely determination. “Are you going to talk, or are we going to compete?” I demanded, defiance clear in my tone. Stepping closer to him, I added, “Like I said before, Doffy, I will never be your toy, and I intend to win this chase.” I glanced over to where Law lay unconscious but still breathing.

Before Doflamingo could respond, an alarm blared. “This is the front entrance to the rampart tower, emergency! Strawhat Luffy has broken in!” the transponder snail announced.

"Luffy’s here!" I thought, a wave of relief washing over me. Doflamingo, visibly annoyed, turned his attention to the video transponder snail to view the fight. I managed to catch a glimpse of the screen and my eyes widened. “Wait a minute… is that…” I thought, unable to contain my surprise.

“Huh?” Doflamingo said, his confusion evident. “What the hell is going on here!” He continued to stare at the screen, his frustration mounting.

I broke away from the screen’s gaze and looked at King Riku, sending him a subtle wink and mouthing “don’t worry.” I then returned my attention to the screen to see the man before me. “So, this was your plan all along, Sabo…” I thought, feeling a surge of pride. Despite the lies and the hidden identity, seeing him in action reminded me of why I wanted to know him more. He was an excellent fighter.

“Damn Sabo, I’m supposed to be focusing on my plan and you’re out here distracting me like this.” I thought, a smirk tugging at my lips. Doflamingo’s eyes snapped back to me. “What do you know about this?!” he demanded.

“What’s wrong, Doffy? You’re not afraid, are you?” I taunted. “Besides, we have our own match to play, and it looks like you’re scared.”

Doflamingo gritted his teeth, tightening his hold on me. “Remember, princess, what’s at stake.”

“I know,” I said, smirking. “And I’m not afraid to go head-to-head.”

Just then, another voice cut through the chaos. “I can confirm it’s Strawhat Luffy! And he’s with Pirate Hunter Zoro! And wait, Lady Violet and another swordsman!”

“They made it!” I thought, excitement building. “Now to do my part.”

With renewed determination, I broke free from the chains and lifted my right leg, landing a swift tremor kick to Doflamingo’s chest. He was sent crashing into the wall, debris scattering around him. I looked at King Riku and whispered, “I’ll come back for you as well.”

“Hey Doffy!” I called out, clenching my left hand to activate its power. Doflamingo slowly began to rise. “Catch me if you can.” I smirked and, with that, I broke through the door, speeding away from Doflamingo. As I began to activate Phase 3 of the plan, I felt the weight of the moment and the urgency to ensure everything went as planned.

Zoro POV…

With Luffy demolishing the door, we didn’t have much of a choice but to barge into the palace. An alarm blared throughout the building, and I yelled, “Luffy!”

Luffy, undeterred, continued to pummel the guards with relentless attacks. “The alarm? You don’t think that’s…” I started to say, but was cut off by a loud bang from upstairs.

Luffy laughed and shouted, “Yup, that’s Y/N!”

“Y/N,” I whispered, a sense of relief flooding over me at the sound of your name. “Fire! Don’t let them escape!” a guard ordered, blasting bullets at us. I drew my swords and swiftly took them down. After a few more punches, the guards fell.

“Kinemon, take care of the little one, okay?” I said.

“But Sir Zoro, I must find my friend Kanjuro. I need to get to the toy house!” Kinemon protested.

“That’s where Operation SOP is happening with the other Tontata,” said the little one.

“Then we must head over there at once!” Kinemon insisted. “Sir Zoro, I will be heading to the Toy Factory!”

“Fine by me. I need to find a reckless princess,” I smirked, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement.

Just then, another loud bang echoed from upstairs. “Let’s go!” I commanded. Luffy, Violet, and I raced up the stairs. “Which way?” Luffy asked.

“Left!” I replied. As we ran, we heard Luffy shout, “I’m coming, Mingo! The coast is clear!” His voice echoed with his usual bravado.

“Guess security can’t keep up!” I said, as we continued sprinting through the halls. Suddenly, a loud noise accompanied the extinguishing of all the candles. “Uh, that’s weird,” Luffy said, looking around.

The wall began to shift, revealing a giant face. “A face!” I exclaimed, looking up. “It’s huge!”

“It’s Pika!” Violet identified. “He’s a top executive!”

“Great, now we’ve got to deal with him,” I muttered.

“He ate the Stone-Stone Fruit,” Violet added. “He can manipulate stone.”

“He looks like a bunch of bricks, if you ask me,” Luffy commented, eyeing the massive stone figure.

Pika launched an attack, nearly hitting us. “We gotta try something. He’s blocking our path!” Luffy said.

Luffy then unleashed his Gomu Gomu Jet Gatling, smashing through Pika’s stone form. “That was easy! Come on!” Luffy cheered.

As we continued running, Pika morphed once more. “Damn it!” I muttered, watching the walls start to close in on us. “The palace itself is our own enemy!”

“Great,” I said, as the walls squeezed tighter. “We’ve got to find another way out.”

“The walls!” Luffy shouted, pointing out the impending danger. “They’re closing in on us fast!”

We pushed forward, fighting against the shifting walls and the chaos that seemed to be closing in around us,

Sabo POV…

As I continued to fight and dodge, I spotted the fish carrying the treasure chest. “There you are!” I called out, leaping into the air and landing on the fish’s back, evading the other attackers. Just as the fish was about to move towards Rebecca, I grabbed its fin. “Nice, I got you now!”

“Not so fast!” Diamante shouted, rushing towards me with his sword. I laughed and swung my metal pipe, shattering his sword into pieces. “Don’t forget about me!” Burgess roared, preparing to strike.

I held my ground, ready for him. “Eat this! Dragon Claw!” I shouted, launching my attack at Burgess. His assault faltered, and I smashed through his armor, shattering it into fragments.

“Don’t want to give me the fruit? That’s what you get!” I declared, defiance ringing in my voice. “I won’t give up!”

With the fish still under my control and the treasure chest within reach, I remained focused on my goal, determined to secure the Flame-Flame Fruit and turn the tide of the battle.

Y/N POV…

As I dashed down the stairs, the echo of Doflamingo's voice followed me like a dark shadow. I could hear the amusement in his tone, and it only spurred me on, despite the exhaustion seeping into my muscles.

“Oh, Y/N,” Doflamingo called out, his voice rich with a blend of amusement and desire. “I must admit, watching you run like this is quite entertaining. The more you try to escape, the more I want to catch you. It’s almost a game for me.”

I glanced back briefly, catching sight of his smirk. “This is no game, Doflamingo. I’m not going to let you win.”

He chuckled darkly, his laughter echoing off the walls. “Is that so? But it’s exactly that defiance of yours that makes this all the more exciting. Every step you take, every breath you draw, it only intensifies my desire to catch you. You’re like a wild bird trying to escape from a cage, and I’m eager to see how long you can keep it up.”

I pushed myself harder, my heels pounding against the marble stairs. “You won’t catch me, Doflamingo. Not today.”

“Such fire,” he taunted, his voice growing closer. “But that only makes me want you more. The struggle, the chase, it’s all part of the thrill. And once I have you, oh, you’ll understand just how much I enjoy this little game we’re playing.”

My eyes darted around, searching for another way to outmaneuver him. “Keep dreaming. I’m not falling for your games.”

Doflamingo’s voice was a dark purr, filled with promise. “We’ll see about that. I plan to savor every moment of this chase. And when I finally catch you, I’ll make sure you remember this game for a long time.”

I gritted my teeth, determined to keep moving and make every moment count. His words were a constant reminder of the stakes, but they also fueled my resolve to stay one step ahead.

A string bullet whizzed past, grazing my shoulder and causing me to tumble. I barely managed to roll back onto my feet as Doflamingo's menacing figure closed in, his expression a mix of amusement and desire.

“You’re getting closer,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Just a few more steps, and I’ll have you right where I want you. You can’t escape, no matter how fast you run.”

With a desperate burst of energy, I clenched my right hand and connected it with my left palm, activating the electrical charge, hoping to buy myself some time. The crackling power illuminated the hallway, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“What’s this?” Doflamingo sneered, his eyes widening with a mix of interest and frustration. “Trying to make things interesting? I must admit, you’ve got some fire in you. But that’s just what makes this all the more exciting.”

He advanced, his strings flickering like deadly whips. “I’ve been waiting for a challenge like this. The way you defy me—it’s almost endearing. Almost.”

Doflamingo’s gaze was fixated on me, his desire for victory palpable. “I want to see you struggle,” he continued, his voice filled with a sadistic thrill. “The more you resist, the sweeter your defeat will be. Come on, Y/N. Give me everything you’ve got. I’m savoring every moment.”

His words stung, but they also fueled my resolve. “You’ll get nothing but my defiance,” I shot back. “I’ll never give you the satisfaction of my surrender.”

I clenched my left hand and activated its power, feeling another familiar surge of energy. Stepping with my left leg, I appeared behind him in a blur. I released the electrical charge from my right hand, sending a powerful jolt through Doflamingo’s body.

“Ugh!” Doflamingo gasped, his eyes widening in shock as the electricity coursed through him. “What the—”

“This isn’t a game for me, Doflamingo,” I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline. “I won’t be your toy, and I won’t let you win.”

The electrical shock gave me the moment I needed. I sprinted away from him, putting as much distance between us as I could. Doflamingo’s furious shouts followed me, his frustration palpable. “You won’t get away! I’ll make you regret this, Y/N! Just wait until I catch you again!”

But I didn’t stop. I focused on my escape, knowing that every second I could delay him brought Luffy and the others one step closer.

Zoro POV…

“Damn it!” I cursed as Pika continued to lift the entire palace floor, causing the ground to shift beneath us. The stones we’d destroyed always reformed, making it feel like a never-ending fight. “This guy’s a real pain in the ass!”

Luffy, equally frustrated, shouted, “What the hell is this?!”

“None of our attacks seem to be hitting! Luffy, we gotta think fast or we’ll be stuck here forever!” I gritted my teeth, frustrated at the situation. “108 Caliber Phoenix!” I shouted, unleashing my attack and shattering more stones. But Pika just kept coming back, his stone form regenerating with each blow. The massive stone walls surrounded us again, blocking any chance of escape.

Luffy was about to launch another attack when I stopped him. “Luffy, listen! You need to take Violet and go on ahead. Leave this stone bastard to me. You go and kick Doflamingo’s ass twice as hard for me, and get to Y/N—fast!”

The weight of my words hung in the air. I gripped my sword tighter, feeling the urgency pounding in my veins. Y/N was somewhere in this palace, and I wasn’t going to let some stone giant stop us from getting to her.

Luffy hesitated for a moment, but then he gave a determined nod. “Right, got it, Zoro! I’m counting on you!”

Without another word, he grabbed Violet and dashed off, leaving me to face Pika alone. The ground shifted underfoot again as Pika towered over me

I clenched the handle of my sword tighter, my jaw set with determination. “Hold on, Y/N. We’re almost there,” I muttered under my breath as I prepared for my next strike.

Y/N Pov…

I continued to run, leaving bloodied handprints on the walls as markers for Luffy and the others. My right hand was throbbing, bleeding from the strain I had put on it. I came to a stop, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. "I think... I lost him," I whispered, trying to catch my breath. But I knew better than to believe Doflamingo would give up so easily.

I glanced down at my left thigh where my swords were still secured, untouched. "Not yet," I thought, biting my lip in frustration. As much as I wanted to use them, I couldn’t—those blades were my trump card, my last resort. "This isn't the time… I need to hold out just a bit longer."

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I muttered under my breath, my legs threatening to give out beneath me. My breathing was labored, my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. "Luffy, Zoro, Kinemon... where the hell are you guys?" I whispered, feeling a pang of desperation. "Please... hurry."

I made a sharp left and found an empty room. Without thinking twice, I rushed in, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it. My chest heaved as I tried to regain some composure, the adrenaline still coursing through me. I pressed my back against the door, sliding down until I was seated on the floor, my head leaning back as I tried to calm my breathing.

After a few moments, I forced myself to stand, pushing off the door as I slowly walked deeper into the room. The eerie silence settled around me, amplifying every step I took.

"Okay, just breathe... just think," I murmured to myself, glancing around the dimly lit room. "I need to figure out the next move."

I clenched my fists, ignoring the sharp sting in my right hand. "I can’t let him catch me, not now. Not when we’re this close."

I made my way closer to the desk, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Papers were scattered haphazardly across its surface. Curiosity getting the better of me, I began sifting through them, spreading them out further. My eyes scanned the pages, my mind racing to make sense of what I was seeing.

“What the…” I muttered under my breath, confusion turning into disbelief as I looked closer. There, laid out before me, were all of our wanted posters—Luffy, Zoro, and even mine. They were pinned down, as if meticulously studied. But next to them, something else caught my eye.

Documents. Detailed records. And at the top of one of the pages, bold letters spelled out the truth behind Dressrosa. My breath hitched in my throat as I quickly skimmed through the papers, piecing it all together.

My hands froze, my heart skipping a beat as my eyes locked onto the final few lines of text.

“No… this can’t be right,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “This whole time… this is what he's been hiding?”

I clenched the papers tightly, anger rising within me. “The citizens... everything that’s happened—it’s all been a lie.” I stood there, stunned, the weight of the truth crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Doflamingo… you bastard."

I made my way toward the door, desperate to leave before Doflamingo could catch up. My breath still shallow, my hand hovering over the handle—when suddenly, his voice cut through the air like a blade.

"I’ve got to hand it to you, princess," Doflamingo’s voice dripped with menace, "you’re exactly what they make you out to be."

The lights flickered on, illuminating the room in a harsh, cold glow. My heart sank as I realized the truth. I had run straight into a trap. My body tensed, my mind racing to think of a way out, but the walls felt like they were closing in.

Doflamingo’s smirk deepened as he approached, his steps slow, deliberate. “But, it looks like I caught you, which means you’re mine now.”

My eyes widened in panic. His fingers moved with precision, strings shooting out from them and wrapping around my wrists and body before I could react. I struggled, but it was no use. His strings tightened, immobilizing me completely. He yanked me back effortlessly, pulling me toward him with a sadistic grin plastered across his face.

"Let's get you back where you belong," he whispered, his tone low and dangerous.

I was dragged through the hallways, my body unable to fight the pull of his Devil Fruit power. By the time we reached the familiar room where Law and I had been held before, my wrists and body were bound tightly in the same chair. I could see Law now, fully awake, his face contorted in anger and desperation.

Y/N!” Law shouted, straining against his sea prism stone handcuffs. “Damn it! Let her go!”

His voice was filled with urgency, but the situation seemed hopeless. The room was crowded with three guards, Baby 5, and Buffalo, all of them poised to act if either of us tried anything.

I forced a strained laugh, despite the pain. “Wow, Doffy, you really had to bring backup this time? Scared I’m gonna kick your ass again?”

Buffalo chuckled, but Doflamingo’s eyes were cold as ice. “Oh, Princess,” Doflamingo said, his voice dripping with mockery, “it’s not fear. It’s about ensuring you stay exactly where I want you. I’m here to make sure you don’t cause any more trouble.”

I nodded toward the wall where I’d left a dent. “I mean, if you come to think of it, that hole in the wall over there,” I said, pointing with my head, “is a pretty solid reminder of what happens when you underestimate me.”

Doflamingo’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Careful, Princess,” he warned, his tone edged with menace. “Your defiance is only going to make things worse for you. The more you provoke me, the more pleasure I’ll take in breaking you.”

He tightened his grip on the strings binding me, causing a fresh wave of pain to shoot through me. I winced but kept my gaze steady. “I’ll never give you the satisfaction,” I spat out.

Doflamingo’s lips curled into a sadistic smile. “You’re quite the little warrior, aren’t you? But bravery won’t save you here. In my domain, strength means nothing. All that matters is how well you endure.” He glanced over at Law, who was still fighting his restraints with desperate energy. “And as for Law here, his pleas are nothing but background noise. He’s powerless to help you now.”

His fingers lingered on the strings, tightening their grip with deliberate cruelty. “I have no intention of letting you go. You’re mine now, Princess, and I plan to savor every moment of your suffering.”

The room was heavy with tension as Doflamingo’s words and actions continued to taunt and torment. The guards, Baby 5, and Buffalo remained vigilant, their eyes fixed on the scene as the situation grew ever more dire.

As I continued to struggle against the tight, painful bindings, my mind was focused on one thing: Luffy. I couldn’t help but think, "Luffy, where are you?"

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many-shades-of-violence · 1 year

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✢ characters: Donquioxte Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Trafalgar D. Law, Monkey D. Luffy, Baby 5, Dellinger

✢ word count: 3.200

✢ content: angst, depression, loss of a loved one, trauma-bonding, suggestions of nsfw

✢ a/n: On high request, this is a continuation to Haunted. I´d adivse strongly reading this first before continuing here.

Eighteen years had elapsed since the night you bared your soul to Doflamingo and suffered the heartbreaking loss of Corazon. Time had acted as a balm on some wounds, yet the memory of that fateful night still haunted you. Unable to confess your romantic feelings to Corazon before his untimely demise, the scars of that moment lingered, occasionally throbbing with pain upon remembrance.

The Donquixote Family had undergone significant growth, welcoming numerous new members into its inner circle. Now situated in Dressrosa, a kingdom formerly ruled by King Riku Dole III, Doflamingo had schemed his way to the throne, ushering in a period of turmoil and suffering on the island. The Family's expanding reach within the criminal underworld only solidified its influence.

With the populace under his control and adversaries quelled, Doflamingo ruled Dressrosa with an iron grip, enforcing his will through fear and brutality. Any opposition was swiftly eradicated, and he maintained his dominion through sheer force.

Upon Doflamingo's ascension as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, you found yourself at your wit's end. The hope of his downfall seemed nearly extinguished. Yet, you managed to maintain some semblance of stability. In the initial years, you held onto a vague hope, whether sparked by pockets of resistance you observed within the kingdom or a budding generation of pirates and allies poised to challenge him. However, your return to sanity was triggered by the sight of Law's wanted poster in the newspaper.

Seeing the child who had once been promised immortality now grown and healthy ignited a fury within you. Springing from your seat during breakfast, you snatched the newspaper from your hand, hurling it into the nearby fireplace. Doflamingo stormed out of the room, his outbursts no longer fazing you as they once did. You knew he would never dare lay a hand on you; you remained his vulnerability over the years.

It was true that, at some point, you had engaged in physical intimacy with Doflamingo, driven by a need for emotional connection. Though infrequent, those encounters held purpose, as you kept him at arm's length. His sweet yet bitter words never managed to claim your mind entirely. In truth, you cared little for them. Your interactions with Doflamingo were more of a dissociative experience, where you barely registered the present, envisioning the touches as originating from Rosinante instead. You would likely be consigned to damnation for entertaining such thoughts—imagining intimate encounters not only with a deceased man but also in the context of his living sibling. Nevertheless, your life's narrative seemed already mired in damnation, rendering your indifference to the prospect. Instead, you directed your focus with unwavering intensity toward any newspaper article that mentioned Law and his Heart Pirates. Initially in the North Blue, then later in the treacherous waters of the New World, Law and his crew emerged as part of the "Worst Generation," a term Doflamingo had shared from the Warlord meetings.

Uncertain of your expectations, you couldn't deny the glimmer of hope that these articles held. Perhaps deep down, you yearned for salvation through the hands of the Surgeon of Death himself. Given his connection to your fallen kin, Corazon, you harbored a belief in Law's potential allegiance against the Family. Rosinante's sacrifice for Law gave credence to this possibility. The crew's moniker—the Heart Pirates—stood as a testament to Corazon's influence on the young pirate, a fact that Doflamingo himself saw as an indication of Law's intentions to claim the Heart Seat.

However, one fateful day, Doflamingo returned from a Warlord meeting, his fury evident in the pulsing veins on his forehead. Prudence told you to keep your distance during these times, as Baby 5 and Dellinger had learned the hard way. Your attention shifted to the newspaper, and the headline left you practically dumbstruck: "New Warlord appointed: Trafalgar D. Law convinces Marines with 100 stolen pirate hearts."

It took a moment for the significance to sink in. Your hands trembled, and your lips quivered with excitement as realization set in. The pieces fell into place, and the puzzle's image became clear. Your conclusion was confirmed by Diamante and Trebol's conversation, Law had not just reappeared on the scene, he had approached Doflamingo at the Warlord meeting, a reunion laden with hidden implications. The very same implications that Doflamingo's stormy return to the castle corroborated. Law harbored a grudge, and his intent was to settle it.

While you couldn't easily envision anyone easily toppling Doflamingo, except perhaps the Four Emperors, the fact that Law openly alluded to unresolved matters indicated his belief in his capability to inflict damage upon the Family. This conviction was swiftly validated when news reached the Family of the destruction of the SMILE factory on Punk Hazard, the fall of Caesar, and the disintegration of Monet—actions attributed to the wielder of the OP-OP Fruit, none other than Law.

Engaged in the mundane task of tending to palace flora, you suddenly detected a commotion erupting within the castle. It seemed that word had reached Doflamingo, and his fury had propelled him toward Punk Hazard in an attempt to thwart Law. A potent ally in the Straw Hat Pirates had joined Law in his quest, the same crew whose newspaper features you tracked with almost equal fervor to those of the Heart Pirates. An almost involuntary smile graced your lips as you continued your gardening, an unexpected swell of joy coloring your mood—a sensation foreign in its intensity.

As circumstances began to unravel beyond Dressrosa's borders, your newfound elation didn't go unnoticed within the Family, attracting a barrage of disapproving comments and reproachful gazes. Diamante and Trebol appeared particularly hostile towards you. You surmised that Doflamingo's protection was likely the only reason they hadn't already taken action against you. Yet, your precarious game continued, your actions testing Doflamingo's already dwindling patience. The final straw was drawn when news arrived that the Straw Hat Pirates had been spotted along the south coast of Dressrosa.

Caught in a perilous situation, you found yourself pinned against a castle wall by Doflamingo's formidable grip. Your excitement over the news was evident, much to his displeasure. Gazing up at him, you met his menacing glare as he inquired, "Say, do you have a death wish, my sweet y/n?" Despite his efforts to instill fear, the specter of death held little sway over you, having bid it farewell on the day of Rosinante's passing. Struggling for breath, you managed to retort, "You know as well as I do, Doffy, that death would be a kindness."

For a fleeting instant, he merely locked eyes with you, his crimson sunglasses mirroring your breathless reflection mockingly. Then, he released his grip, allowing you to crumple weakly to the cold ground. Gasping for air, your gaze followed the swaying pink feathers of his coat as he turned away. You sensed the waves of his anger, a tempest of bloodlust radiating from his every pore. Yet, despite it all, your voice trembled into the air, "You're done for, Doffy." The words escaped you, a fragile assertion of your conviction.

Doflamingo glanced back over his shoulder, his Emperor's Haki projecting with unwavering strength. The force of it overwhelmed you, darkness consuming your consciousness as you slumped, unconscious, to the floor. With his characteristic strut, Doflamingo left the room, no longer willing to indulge the antics of a caged bird like you.

The die had been cast, your words lingering in the air like an omen of change. The storm on the horizon was both terrifying and exhilarating, and you were ready to weather its consequences, whatever they may be.

Groggily picking yourself up, you tried to grasp how much time had passed since Doflamingo's blow had knocked you unconscious. The situation seemed to have escalated despite his attempts to control it. Pushing aside your weakness, you staggered towards the source of the commotion, only to realize that the castle's throne room had been torn open, revealing a nightmarish scene. Doffy's clone stood guard near the Heart throne, and in the midst of the chaos, a battered Law struggled against his bonds. Fear seized you, and you exclaimed Law's name in terror, your voice trembling.

As you moved closer, your attention was caught by another presence in the room. A young man with jet-black hair—Straw Hat Luffy—stood there, seemingly assessing you with a puzzled expression. You attempted to convey the urgency of the situation, urging him to take down the clone so that you could assist Law. Just as you spoke, the clone turned its attention towards you, unleashing a deadly steel string in your direction. The impact threw you to the ground, unconscious once more, the clone's cold words lingering as darkness enveloped you.

Gradually, your consciousness returned, drawn forth by the sound of your name. Opening your eyes, you winced at the pain in your head, realizing you were bleeding from the impact. A gentle yet firm hand stopped you from touching the wound. Looking up, you met the gaze of none other than Trafalgar Law.

"Law!" Relief and emotion welled up within you as you saw him in the flesh. Despite his own battered state, he was free from the restraints that had bound him to the Heart Throne. His grey eyes met yours, and in that moment, the years that had passed seemed to melt away, revealing the connection you both still held.

For a brief spell, neither of you knew what to say, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. Then, you sprang up and embraced him tightly. You felt his initial tension give way, and he returned the hug, his grip growing stronger. "I'm so glad you're alive," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to rein in your emotions, not wanting to overwhelm him, but you couldn't hold back the torrent of feelings that surged within you.

As you moved to pull away, Law's grip tightened, and he held you close. His voice was heavy with emotion as he spoke, his breath catching. "But Cora-San…" His words hung in the air, laden with grief. You understood his pain, the weight of loss he carried.

But you couldn't let him bear it alone. "I know," you said softly, your hand moving to gently stroke the back of his head. "But it wasn't your fault. Rosinante made his own choice. He'd be proud of how far you've come, despite everything. I've read about you in the newspapers. You've carried on despite the baggage, and he would be proud."

For a moment, silence enveloped you both, the comfort you offered each other becoming a lifeline in this tumultuous situation. Just as the quiet settled, another voice shattered the moment, causing you to look up and Law to draw back from the embrace abruptly.

"So, she's your mom or what, Torao?" Straw Hat Luffy pointed at you while addressing Law. "She's not my mother, you idiot! She's way too young for that," Law retorted, smacking the boy on the head. A stifled laugh escaped you at the exchange, and Law looked back at you, his cheeks tinted with a pink hue. He scowled at you. "And you, don't laugh! It only encourages this idiot's behavior. Worst case, he'll come up with a weird nickname for you." You raised an amused eyebrow, finding amusement in the interaction. Raising a hand in apology, you said, "Yeah, yeah. Sorry."

Turning your attention back to Luffy, you continued the conversation. "Since we´re all-in-one piece, I guess you defeated the Clone, Straw Hat. Thank you for that." Luffy brushed off the gratitude, his carefree demeanor intact. "Nah, don't mention it. Besides, Mingo's way stronger, right?" Your eyebrow twitched slightly at the mention of the name "Mingo." Law rolled his eyes, providing the clarification, "Doflamingo." You chuckled at the Straw Hats' peculiar way of naming people, before returning your focus to Luffy's iconic hat.

Continuing on, you offered your insights to their plan. "Listen, I don't know what your plan is, but if you truly want to take down Doflamingo, you'll need a solid strategy." Law acknowledged your point, but before he could respond, you added your offer. "Let me help you. I might not have much combat experience, and I doubt I'd be much help in a direct confrontation, but I know the intricacies of this family better than anyone else. If I can provide even a small advantage, I'm willing to do so—even if it could lead to my own demise." Your determination shone through your unwavering gaze, despite Law's attempts to dissuade you from sacrificing yourself so readily.

Luffy jumped into the conversation once more, his irreverence undeniable. "Great, so where do we find Mingo, Torao's Mom?" His grin was infectious, and you found yourself grinning back at the ridiculousness of it all. Law's hiss to stop calling you his "Mom" only added to the humor. In the midst of this bizarre exchange, you recognized the necessity of a bit of absurdity to counteract the gravity of Doflamingo's actions. You were more than willing to stand alongside Law and the Straw Hat crew in whatever capacity was needed to finally end the misery that Doflamingo had wrought upon all of your lives.

The alliance between the Straw Hat Pirates and Law's Heart Pirates was a testament to the shifting tides of the world. Their combined efforts had successfully infiltrated Dressrosa, challenging Doflamingo's tyrannical rule. The battle had been intense, the stakes incredibly high, and every step you took seemed to awaken memories of a painful past.

Finally, the climactic moment arrived—the confrontation between Luffy and Doflamingo. The clash of their wills reverberated across the island, the battle revealing the cracks in Doflamingo's once unshakeable confidence. His grasp on power was slipping as the united forces stood resolute in their determination to bring him down.

Amidst the chaos, you found yourself face to face with Law once again. Despite the evident toll the battle had taken on him, he stood strong, a testament to his resilience. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, unspoken words exchanged between you. The intertwining of past memories and present struggles brought a profound sense of realization—that this was the culmination of years of pain, hope, and strength.

The final blow struck, and Doflamingo's reign of terror came crashing down. The liberation of Dressrosa wasn't just a victory for the island; it was a triumph for everyone who had suffered under his rule. With the fall of the Donquixote Family, the path to healing and rebuilding had opened.

Standing on the harbor of Dressrosa as the Straw Hat Pirates prepared to depart, you were interrupted by Law's voice.

"So, what plans do you have moving forward? With Doflamingo and the Family out of the picture…" Your attention perked up as Law's words reached you, surprised that he was considering your future. "Law," you whispered, your eyes filled with surprise, before shaking off the thought. "Well, I suppose I'll find a place to settle down, far from here, in one of the Blues. This island holds too many painful memories. And since I can't deny being somewhat complicit with the Family's actions, if not very passive, I doubt the townsfolk would welcome me either. But please, don't concern yourself with that. I'll carry you in my thoughts, wherever I go."

You nodded, hoping the subject was now closed. To your astonishment, Law responded with a hint of abruptness, concealing his eyes beneath his hat. "Or, you could join my crew. My mechanic has been pestering me about adding another female member." Caught off guard, you instinctively raised your hands to decline his offer. "Oh no, that's your journey. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"And what if I insist?" Law's eyebrows knitted as he gazed at the ground, before locking his steel-gray eyes onto yours. "You cherished Cora-san just as much as I did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I never confessed it to him," you admitted, your throat tightening as you turned away slightly.

"Which is all the more reason to come with me. I know it might not be the ideal solution, but it's a way to honor him," Law persisted.

"What do you mean?" you looked up, puzzled.

"We are the Heart Pirates for a reason. Everything I do, all of this, it's in Cora-san's name," he gestured toward the island and then to the Jolly Roger tattoed on his chest.

Your breath caught as you hesitated. Law seemed to sense your internal struggle, adding curtly, "At the very least, consider it for my sake."

With widened eyes, you studied Law's form, his unexpected plea evoking memories of the once-frightened child with terror in his eyes. He had already forged his path in a merciless world where adults had turned a blind eye. Had Rosinante seen the same in him, as you did right now? If so, then it all fell into place now.

You swallowed hard before stepping forward and enveloping Law in a tight embrace. He seemed momentarily surprised, but soon returned the gesture. As you released him, his uncertain gaze met yours, as you replied with a teary smile on your lips.

"Count me in, Captain."

#one piece #op #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo #corazon #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #baby 5 #dellinger #dressrosa #one piece x reader #my stuff #writing

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Stampede aka another episode of luffy turning haters into dick riders just with his kind and big heart

#i might understand all the robin law fanfare... its been 26 minutes of stampede......#frobin reigns supreme imo still.....#VICEADMIRAL MOMONGA TOCAME LA PORONGA??? HELLO #THE LOG POSE TO LAUGH TALE???? and hancock arrived ❤️❤️#usopp saving luffh omg.....#blonde buggy..... why are we doing this to out beautiful women...#fujitora is on his own frequency... here you go a meteorite.. whatever happens to all of you and our troops happens goodbye #mihawk intervened bc zoro couldn't do it omg.... nami keep watch he is going to end it all tonight jesus #also persona following mihaw for a second movie ajdjaks.... i love them together honestly #brosalino is the kuma guy's uncle????? nepotism......#calling this guy the heir of the demon.... taking blame off ace akdjsksn.... you know whats funny in movies garp is very like thoughtful and #comprehensive of others peoples issues and then you get to how he raised luffy and like.... wouldn't that have been good there....#and with ace too lmao.... i mean he didnt have abandonment issues but just wait and see to a 10yo asking if he is worthy of living idk...#i get the meaning of it and what he meant but we all know ace didnt get that at the time until luffy got there #usopp.... see how when oda writes the movies it feels different.... first steong world with namo and now stampede with usopp...#the relationship moments really hit.. i was gonna comment about zoro and the cursed sword but that was just focusing on him #well this one wasnt written by oda but supervised i will take it....#hina taking the kids aldjakskal...... smoker and hina best straight ship behind frobin imo..... baby 5 x sai number 3 spot #sabo....... actually thank you bc smoker thinks he can take anybody #hancock and buggy AJSJAKAKLQQ omg usopp dont cry....... luffy will KILL that guy for making usopp feel like that lmao YEAAAH!!!!!#law smoker sabo the luffy lover squad..... each in their own way lmao #hancock its been so long how are you <3 omg law what are you doing here <3 my brother sabo hello.#crocodile made the plan of course.... luffy lover member too #usopps bullets omg....#sanji and zoro against lucci omg..... YEAAAHHHH #wait a second straw hat crew costume by uniqlo design team??? THE DRIP!!!#luffy seeing ace beside luffy with the fire goodbye.... he is EVERYWHERE #talking tag #watching one piece #watching one piece movies

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viiiiiiiiiin · 8 months

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Silent Echoes - His Legacy. Serendipity's Tapestry: A Reunion in Scarlet Hues (Chapter 1)

The crimson walls of the Donquixote mansion stood tall , bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Within its opulent halls , the air was thick with the scent of power and intrigue , as the Donquixote family conducted their affairs with calculated precision. They had a group to deal with within the rowdy town they stayed in.

The doors of their shared mansion swung open , revealing a short figure. The person had raggedy hair , a sharp tooth that poked out from the corner of their crooked smile , and eyes that radiated energy. The person laughed and threw their bag to the side. The person , a grown member of the infamous family , had been away for quite some time , tending to personal matters. The news of their return buzzed through the mansion like an electric current , piquing the curiosity of the family members who hadn't seen them in a few long years.

It was in the grand dining hall that had one large window behind the long table. The table was home to chairs that represented what each member was. A king symbol , a club symbol , a heart symbol , a spade symbol , a diamond symbol , and a suit symbol. The bustling chatter of the family members ceased as the door swung open , revealing the returning member.

As the newcomer strode through the ornate corridors , the familiar faces of the family greeted them with a mix of surprise and recognition.

“Look who's back from the shadows.” Sneered Diamante , eyeing {Reader} with a mixture of suspicion and amusement.

{Reader} chuckled , their voice carrying a confident edge , “Never could resist the allure of ‘family drama.’ “ And put full emphasis on family drama.

As soon as the owl - like human stepped into the dining hall and spoke , 2 children ran up to them. “Mx. {Reader} !!” The female child yelled excitedly , holding onto their leg.

The stranger smiled and petted her head. “Why hello , Baby 5. Its been a while , huh ?” They spoke , a large grin still present on their small face. {Name} picked up Baby 5 and cradled her. Suddenly , they felt another tug on their dirty pants. The {h / c} haired person looked down and noticed the male child was now trying to get their attention.

“Oh ! Buffalo !” They acknowledged , putting Baby 5 down to pick him up. Even though he was quite big , {Name} was quite strong. They chuckled and put them down.

He looked up at {Name} with a bright smile on his face and decided to ask about their adventure. “Mx. {Name} ! Why were you gone for so long ?! How big was that mission ?!!!” He complained while holding onto Baby 5’s shoulders.

The short family member laughed loudly and crossed their arms. “Don’t worry ‘bout it , lil man.” They patted his head and walked towards the table. Their smile faltered slightly as they caught the stare of the young master himself , Donquixote Doflamingo. {Name} put a bag on the table in front of him and brushed some hair out of their face.

They sighed and stared at him. “I got the fruit you wanted.” They shared , adjusting the band that their sword sheath was strapped to. The headmaster began laughing and picked up the bag that took years to get.

“Took you a while . {Name}.” He mentioned while staring directly into the mentioned person’s eyes through his shades. A creepy smile was present on his large face. If {Name} didn’t know any better , they would have thought that Doflamingo was concerned.

They laughed it off and decided to change the topic. “You guys better have some extra.”

Meanwhile , a young boy , with wide hate filled eyes , sat in the corner by himself. The boy , unaware of the significance of the moment , looked up from his plate. His wide eyes met {Reader}'s , and for a moment , time seemed to stand still. The person smiled and walked towards him.

“Hey there , kiddo ,” {Reader} greeted , bending down to Law's eye level. “You must be Law. I've heard a lot about you.” Law blinked , processing the new face before him. He didn’t understand why he felt so comfortable around them.

“Who are you ?” He asked distastefully , hiding his plate. The {e / c} eyed family member laughed and sat on the ground. While they spoke , the rest of the family went back to their prior discussions and actions.

They put a hand out and smiled widely. “{Reader}. It’s nice to meet ya , Law.” They spoke , taking his hand in their own. They shook it gently and stood up. “We can talk more once I get some food. I’m starvinnnn’ !” They complained , walking to the kitchen.

Even if the family seemed rude , they did care for their other family members. Even if the newcomer was annoying , they cared. Afterall , they occupied the Suit seat of the family. They were an elite officer of the family as well. They were powerful , not to be taken lightly.

Speaking of them , {Reader} walked back in with a full plate of {things you like} and sat down next to Law. They stuffed their face and waited until they were finished to speak. “So , kid. Why did you come here ?” It was a sincere question , one that hid a deep worry that rooted within {Reader}. They crossed their short arms and stared at the unruly black hair that adorned the boy they spoke to.

“I want to kill people before I die.” This deep response made the owl person stop chewing on whatever food they had in their mouth and stare weirdly at him. “That’s . . quite the reason.” They responded after they finished swallowing the piece of food they almost choked on. “What do you mean ‘before you die’ ?” A look of concern flashed in their wide , child - like eyes. They didn't know what happened to him , but it made them worry. 'No kid should have to think like that' , they thought.

He stared angrily and rolled his eyes. “I don’t have to tell you that.” He scoffed , going back to eating his food. “That’s right. You don’t have to tell me anythin’. Just know I’m here if ya wanna talk.” They smiled and patted his head.

A slight uncomfortable silence enveloped the 2 short individuals. Even if Law didn’t want to admit it , he enjoyed {Reader}’s company. It was a striking contrast to what he has experienced already with the younger blood brother of the young master.

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3-heartstyle · 7 months

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Traveling with the Donquixote Family 🐸

Someone help these two.

#He can't breathe #one piece #one piece oc #oc: layla montez #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #baby 5 #corazon x oc #oc x canon #my art #crap I forgot Law's markings

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indialadina · 1 year

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The usual:🍊 Nami making money on fools, 🐯🤡Law regretting his life's choices , 👒Luffy enjoying the view ( do you think he paid Nami more for her services or bribed her?) 🤣😸💞🤔

#lawlu #lulaw #law x luffy #luffy x law #maymaid #maidday2023 #maid outfit #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d. water law #one piece nami #onepiece #one piece fandom #i ship it #doodles #indialadina #maid day #baby 5 #toraolaw

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the-bar-sinister · 24 days

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Bleeding, Broken, Mended (12894 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 3/?

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donquixote Doflamingo/Trafalgar D. Water Law

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Protective Donquixote Doflamingo, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst and Romance (see AO3 for more tags)

Summary: When Law's ship is blown to hell by Blackbeard he wakes up in the worst case scenario-- rescued by Doflamingo and the Donquixote pirates, trapped at sea and at their mercy. With the destruction of his crew he's alone in enemy territory with only Bepo, and the new crewmate he picked up on Wano.

Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

catch up here

Guard duty was one of the dullest jobs a girl like Baby 5 could get. Stand around the infirmary, watching the patient and making sure nobody came in and messed with the bear slumbering away in there. Sure, the fact that there was a bear man, a mink, in the medical cot was pretty cool but the novelty wore off pretty fast when he was too comatose to do much of anything but snore like the bear he was.

So she'd taken to pacing about, contemplating ways to slip out of her duty and into Law's room and smother him while he slept. She was pretty sure that impulse was exactly why Doffy had stuck her back here with a firm job, however— he'd said he needed her there, so there she was.

Law's face would stay unblasted for at least another few hours.

She still couldn't believe it. When they'd found him floating in the drink she'd asked Doffy to please let him drown for good. He was a traitor, he betrayed them and broke their hearts. It was for the best that he died among the waves.

But Doffy insisted, and together the whole lot of them dragged Law and his two surviving crewmates to safety. Two very interesting crewmates at least. The bear, she was told his name was 'Bepo'--- which was admittedly, a super cute name— was basically out like a light as soon as he hit the cot. The other, the girl with the beautiful blue-green hair, Komurasaki, had been meandering around the ship in the little time when she wasn't playing guard duty to the traitor Law, mingling rather companionably with the DQ crew.

She lit another cigarette, eyes closed. In her opinion, they deserved better than an asshole like Law. Part of her, an awful part, was happy to see him again. They'd grown up together. For a long time she was pretty sure he was the one who was gonna make her feel 'needed' for the rest of her life.

But he wasn't. He stabbed her and everyone else who loved him in the heart and ran off to go become a grumpy dipshit with a grudge that nobody in the family understood.

"Tch." She stuck the cigarette between her lips and started smoking again while glaring at the Heart Pirates insignia on the bear's jumpsuit. "Maybe we should convince these two to join up…"

The sound of the door clicking open caught her attention and pulled her out of her reverie. Speak of the devil, there was Komurasaki, in her dress borrowed from Violet, walking with purpose into the room.

Baby had turned sharply, smoke trailing behind her as she held up her hands only briefly in a combat stance until she noticed the other woman. Her hands lowered, fingers shifting back from a series of sharpened daggers into normal fingers as she waved with a grin.

"Well, well, if it ain't Miss Saki. Wano brings you here?" She winked playfully at her.

Komurasaki paused mid-stride and seemed to repeat the phrase under her breath. "Ah, I'm sorry?"

Baby 5 took a drag off her cigarette, arms crossing under the ruffles of her maid dress. "...w-wano brings you here? Like 'what brings you here'. And you're from Wano, right? It was a joke, miss Komurasaki!"

"But that doesn't–" she paused and giggled. "Ah, I see. Good joke Miss Baby 5. And how have you been since I saw you last?"

They hadn't spoken extensively yet, but Komurasaki was gracious and charming every time– and now it seemed she even remembered her name!

It brought a huge smile to Baby's face. So often people forgot. Even some of her prospective boyfriends forgot her name before Doflamingo torched their houses to the ground. She shuffled from foot to foot as she took the cigarette from her lips and bowed her head respectfully.

"Thanks~ I've been alright. Bored outta my mind, admittedly." She gestured to the sleeping Bepo with her cigarette. "I'm used to more active jobs, and this guy's been snoring for hours now. Not exactly the king of conversation, you feel me?"

"I have to admit that does sound rather dreary," Komurasaki agreed, glancing over at the snoring bear. "Though snoring is technically an improvement, isn't it?"

"Yep!" Baby 5 said as she popped the cigarette back between her lips and fished in her apron pocket for the pack. "It means he ain't dead! He's just sleepy. A sleepy bear. Sugar thinks he's adorable and keeps trying to sneak in."

She held out the pack with a grin. "Wanna smoke, gorgeous?" It dawned on her suddenly that she didn't even know if the woman smoked, or had some kind of aversion to it. "Wait, do you even smoke? Shit, sorry, forgot to ask that first before offering."

Komurasaki smiled beautifully. "I do, though not as a habit. I was about to ask what kind of herbs you were smoking in fact. I'm very curious what they smoke outside of Wano. It smells quite peppery."

Baby 5 turned it around, taking a sniff of the smoke as it drifted off the burning cherry of the cigarette. "...Huh. You know I guess I would describe the taste as kinda peppery, now that I think about it."

She tapped one out and flipped it in her fingers to offer to the other woman. "It's mostly tobacco, mixed with some clove for flavor. Whatta they smoke in Wano?"

"Oh a few different herbs. Poppy is very popular, and expensive." She came closer to Baby 5 until their shoulders brushed. She made it obvious as she sniffed the smoke in the air, and took the cigarette from her, putting it to her lips.

Baby 5's fingertip changed to the muzzle of a flamethrower, which she carefully raised so the 'igniting' flame just touched the end of Komurasaki's cigarette, catching it alight before her hand returned to normal.

She felt herself flushing a little with the proximity, her smile lopsided as she tilted her head to the side "Poppy, huh? What's that taste like? I don't think I've ever had a poppy cigarette."

"Oh no, it's smoked in pipes," she explained before taking a careful puff of the lit cigarette. "A powder. It has a rather sweet taste."

Baby watched her curiously with wide, dark eyes, curious if she'd like it as she took a long drag of her own.

"Huh, actually onna the ladies of Cross Guild smokes a pipe with powders exclusively. Wonder if she's smoking poppy too…how's the cigarette? It's Dressrosan."

Komurasaki took another long lungfull, her painted lips pursed around the tip of the cigarette in an admittedly alluring way. "It's peppery, like it smells," she said, blowing the smoke out softly. "And there's a lovely, tingling excited feeling."

Baby 5's face heated up a little more. Alluring was the right word for it. She was a real gorgeous lady. How the hell had Law the Traitor of all people managed to snag a gorgeous crewmate like that?

"That's probably the nicotine. Honestly, that excited feeling's why I smoke them pretty much all the time. Gives me that rush before a fight! That and the habit of it, of course… been smoking like this since I was a girl."

She tentatively bumped the woman's shoulder in a gesture she hoped came across as playful and friendly.

Komurasaki chuckled and bumped her back, returning the gesture in its spirit. She took another little puff. "Ah, the habit, of course. I'll be mindful of it. It's lovely though– thank you for sharing."

She turned her soft, glowing smile on Baby 5.

Baby 5 felt pinned by the smile and the woman's bright eyes. That was one hell of a powerful smile.

"A-anytime! I mean it. Anytime you want one lemme know, as long as you're hanging around the family." She flashed a smile of her own, hardly a proper counter for Miss Komurasaki's. "I'd like to make you feel welcome while your captain's convalescing under the young master's care."

And after he either died, or— she couldn't fathom it, but— begged them for forgiveness. It was a maid's duty, right? And she was kind of a maid. "Helps that you're pretty cute for a Heart Pirate."

Komurasaki laughed a bell-like little laugh. "Oh I don't think you could possibly mean that, but I'm very flattered. Obviously between the two of us, Bepo's the cute one."

Baby 5 glanced between Bepo and Komurasaki for a moment, appraisingly. "Hmmm…"

"Hmm? Oh! Look!" Komurasaki pointed as Baby 5 looked between them, and she noticed that the bear mink had stopped snoring, and his eyes were open.

"Well now I can't say shit or I'm gonna look rude." Baby 5 huffed a breath, running her hand through her hair. "Shiiiiit. I had a whole line about bears and angels lined up and now I ca—"

She paused for a moment as the significance of Bepo waking up finally hit. "oh shit, oh fuck. I gotta go tell the young master!"

"Please, don't stop on my account," Bepo murmured, waving his paw. "Komurasaki— where's Law?"

Komurasaki smiled at Baby 5, and put a hand on her shoulder in a steadying fashion before she walked over to where Bepo was laying. "He's here, Bepo. He woke up just earlier."

Baby 5 watched the two of them. Those two were the only two from Law's crew to survive as far as she could tell. The mink and the girl from Wano, who he couldn't have possibly had on his crew for very long given the shit she'd heard.

She hung back, letting Komurasaki field it as she calmed herself with relaxing nicotine and watched them talk. How would the mink take hearing Law was here among his former family? Would he take it as well as Komurasaki seemed to have?

Baby couldn't bear to interrupt, even if she chuckled a little internally at her wordplay. So she left the two of them to their devices by the cot as she leaned on the wall like the guard she was needed to be.

It was only a couple of minutes before the door clicked open again and the young master walked in. His expression was perturbed, not his usual moonish smile, though he looked less distressed than he had for the last couple of days. Law entered just behind him.

"I see we got here right on time," Doffy said.

Baby 5 dipped into a deep bow, curtsying her skirts as she did.

"Welcome back, young master~~" She rose with a smile that stiffened when she saw Law with him. "And yo. If it ain't the traitor, too. What's up?"

Law looked utterly exhausted and beaten to hell. His expression was utterly familiar as he turned his eyes to her and sighed."It's nice to see you too, Baby 5. Can I see Bepo?"

Bepo sat up immediately— and looked like he regretted it just as immediately. "Captain!"

Doffy put his hand on Baby 5's shoulder. "Let's give them some space, Baby 5. Thank you for watching our patient so dutifully."

Baby 5 melted at the praise, her eyes practically sparkling as she flashed a wide grin that threatened to drop her cigarette from her painted lips. "Of course, young master! I did my best. The company helped!"

She glanced sidelong as Law hurried past to Komurasaki and Bepo's side, bending over the cot with visible difficulty from the sea-stone and smiling sadly down at his crewmate. Maybe he did deserve a little space. Not because of what he'd done or… any of it…

But the feeling of losing a crewmate was never easy.

"I see you and 'Saki are getting along well," Doffy said after he had pulled her out into the corridor and away from the door a few paces. Some of his smile had returned to his face.

Baby startled a little at the statement, catching her cigarette before it fell.

"I mean, yeah." She flashed a wide smile of her own in return. "She's a real interesting girl, Doffy. She's come around a few times over the last couple days and we got to talkin'."

"She does seem interesting. I think I like her." He shifted to put his arm around her, some of his weight relaxing on her.

"Yeah, I like her too, sir." Baby 5 leaned into him with a lopsided grin, looking up and into his sunglasses. "I've been hoping she doesn't gotta leave soon. I was kinda hoping to get to know her a little better… maybe invite her for a drink. I already shared a cigarette with her, an' she told me about how they smoke poppy in Wano."

God dammit, he was babbling again. She could tell she was babbling, just going on and on and on like she always did when she started to get flustered.

Doffy's smile shined a little brighter. "Help me get a drink, Baby 5, and tell me all about it."

Baby 5 ducked into another deep bow. "Right away, Young Master!"

Anything if it meant getting a drink in her too before she made a fool of herself.

Law had lingered behind Doflamingo when the door to the infirmary opened, not exactly keen to show the man his back just yet while he was still on edge. Just past the feathered coat, he could see Komurasaki and Bepo, now awake and sitting up, while Baby 5 smoked one of her ever-present cigarettes near the wall.

His heart skipped a beat. Bepo was awake— he was alright. Law's battered spirit lifted, just a little, at the sight of his first mate's open eyes. He couldn't help the thin smile on his face that vanished when Baby 5's almost-justified and absolutely expected vitriol entered their exchange.

He sighed, before Doffy said they should have some time alone. Law watched Baby 5 give one last wave to Komurasaki for some reason before she scampered out of the room with the sauntering Doflamingo, before he turned his attention to Bepo and Komurasaki.

"...shit…Bepo, buddy! I'm so fucking happy to see you're alright!"

Komurasaki– who was smoking a cigarette– took a polite step away as Bepo held out his big, furry arms to pull Law into an immediate hug, a growl almost like a purr deep in his chest.

Law squeezed him tightly, heat stinging the back of his eyes as he squeezed him tighter.

"Fuck, I was scared I was gonna lose you too, big guy! I…" He sniffed and thumped his back as Bepo nuzzled him. "Shit… thanks for saving us."

Bepo made a choked noise, his hug almost, but not quite, crushing. It was a good thing Law didn't have any broken ribs. "I couldn't get everybody. Wasn't big enough. Didn't have enough arms…"

"I know. I know… I wish I coulda swam too, so we could have grabbed the rest but—" He squeezed him tighter. "You got some of us, we'll– we'll make sure the others are remembered. We'll get revenge for 'em."

"I'm just glad I got you," he growled thickly. "And someone plucked us up. I was at my limit…"

It sounded like Bepo didn't know exactly who had picked them up yet. That wasn't surprising. He'd never seen Doflamingo in person, and probably had barely noticed him in the room, anyway.

Law squeezed him tighter.

"Y-yeah. That drug takes a toll. But you did good, Bepo. We tried our best but the bastard Teach got the drop on us." He took a deep breath, the bangle strange and uncomfortable on his wrist. "About who picked us up…it's kinda…difficult news."

"Difficult?" Bepo cocked his head, his soft, dark eyes looking at him cautiously.

Komurasaki interrupted. "Captain, should I be here for this, or should I, too, give you and Bepo some space?"

"Lemme break the news to him, 'Saki. Then we'll figure out our next step together, yeah?"

She nodded. "I'll be right outside, captain."

And then they were alone, and Bepo turned his soulful gaze on Law again.

"So I know the guys who picked us up pretty well…" Law said with a lopsided half smile. It didn't show in his eyes. "...and they ain't Kid or Luffy."

The concern grew in Bepo's gaze. "I'm listening. Are we in trouble? Out of the frying pan, captain?"

Law glanced over his shoulder at the door.

"In a fashion." "The good news is they're not gonna kill us. In fact, it seems like their captain's been insisting that we stay alive, despite some reservations. I think he wants...well.." He shook his head. "What he wants can wait. We're on the ship of the Donquixote pirates, Bepo."

Bepo rarely raised his voice, but "The Donquixote Pirates?!" leapt out of his voicebox at a roar before he grimaced and covered his muzzle in embarrassment, finally releasing his grip on Law's ribs.

With his paws over his face he stared at Law in a mixture of concern and horror.

"Yeah. That guy I walked in with? That's Doflamingo. That girl who was clearly trying to flirt with Komurasaki? That's Baby 5. We grew up together. This whole crew is staffed by the Donquixote family."

Bepo swallowed thickly, and moved to paw Law over, possibly checking for wounds. "Alright. How do we get off the ship?"

Law shook his head.

"For the moment we ain't. We're in the middle of the ocean without a ship, I've got a seastone bangle so I don't… as they told Komurasaki 'go on a killing spree the minute I find out whose ship it is', and we've got no log pose or anything. We're on this ship until it makes landfall at least."

He grimaced. He'd called it a nightmare scenario. The kind of thing he rallied against for almost ten years. In Rosi's name he'd formed his pirate crew, and built it for the sole purpose of getting revenge on Doflamingo Donquixote.

But now that purpose was dead— had been dead since the end of their stint in Wano. And Doflamingo, to the dismay of the family, was trying to 'rescue' him again.

"...Doflamingo at least seems genuine in his attempt to rescue us, too. He spoke with just a few minutes ago about it. Seems he's kind of bent out of shape about how things ended with us."

Bepo stared at him, his padded hand around the seastone bangle on his wrist now. "You're kidding. Doflamingo? The man you spent years telling us you were going to destroy because he was a monster? The one who's kingdom you did destroy like, a month ago, captain?"

The mink's always quiet and careful voice was quieter than usual, and he kept sneaking glances at the door behind Law. "He's the one who rescued us? And it's genuine?"

Law smiled weakly.

"Yeah heh. Funny how that works. The man was genuinely nervous when we were chatting. Nervous that, I dunno, I was going to lash out and try to off him and he'd have to kill me, maybe." He glanced off to the side. "He gave his perspective on the thing I called him a monster about. And if he's being honest, there's been maybe a bit of a…a miscommunication."

"Didn't seem like much of a miscommunication to me, to hear you talk about it," Bepo grumbled, sitting up more fully. He put his fuzzy hand on the sea-stone cuff again. "Has he done something to you? Is he threatening you with something?"

Law smiled at Bepo. Stalwart, protective, he was the best first mate a man could ask for. There were few people he trusted to have his back as much as Bepo… in navigation as much as in battle.

"He hasn't threatened me with nothin', the only thing he's done is slap this annoying cuff on me to keep my powers sealed till 'people are less worked up'. " He chuckled and leaned his cheek against the back of Bepo's furry paw. "He says that he was the guy heading to the island to buy the fruit that Rosi stole for me. That he was gonna use it to heal me before Rosi took it and tried to sell out his organization to the marines."

"Forgive me for saying so, Law," he grumbled as he leaned against him. "But that sounds like it could easily be a big fat lie."

"It could be," Law glanced towards the door. "...I can't take anything at face value here, and I'm gonna be looking for ways to verify it, somehow, but the important thing is right now we're guests of the ship. I promised him I wasn't gonna hurt the family, and he promised that he wouldn't hurt me."

Bepo took a deep, rumbly breath and nodded. "Alright, captain. You know I'll follow your lead. But… I'm pretty wary here."

He gave Law a look that reminded him he was all Bepo had left.

Law felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Bepo had been there from the very start. Since he'd saved him from men who'd ironically become their best friends and crewmates in short order. The whole crew of the Polar Tang, save for them and their newest member of only a few days, had been sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

The reminder struck home and leaked down his cheek as a line of tears "I know, Bepo. But you got my word as your captain we ain't gonna lose anyone else. You're not gonna lose me."

Bepo wrapped his paws around him again and pulled him close. "I'm holding you to that."

Doffy felt a little bit better with some more wine in him, and a couple of puffs off of Baby 5's cigarette, before he'd sent her off to take care of a minor errand. He sat alone in the galley for the moment. He'd needed some space. A moment to clear his head. The whole family had been hovering around him for the past two days. Not that he could blame them, not that he didn't appreciate it. He did. But.

He was sure he was coming off as exactly what he was— a nervous wreck— and he was sure they'd all misinterpret it.

Law was on the ship. He'd let Doffy talk to him. He hadn't immediately tried to kill him. Of course, he could be scheming behind his back. That's what everyone thought, surely.

It was probably even the truth. Law had schemed behind his back for years. Law had destroyed Dressrosa. Law had gotten family members killed and tried to kill him.

And Doflamingo still didn't want to kill him.

He took another slug of wine, and set the bottle down too hard.

"Careful not to break the bottle, Doffy," it was amazing how quiet Vergo could be for such a large man and it seemed at some point in his brooding he'd entered the bar and stood just off center behind Doflamingo.

Doflamingo glanced up at him, and self-consciously picked up the bottle again, taking another swig, before putting it protectively between his legs.

"What if I feel like breaking it?" he giggled, crossing his arms. "Come on, sit with me, Vergo."

Sure, he was kind of hiding from the family a bit, but it was never not a relief to see Vergo. Not after they'd spent so long apart. Not after Vergo had almost died.

At Law's hands.

Doffy took another drink.

Vergo sat beside him, and the reassuring weight of his hand rested against his back.

"Then break away, I ain't gonna stop you. But you're gonna waste valuable booze that you seem pretty content drinking down instead." He chuckled, bumping his shoulder "Doffy, you know your secrets can stay with me, yeah?"

"I know." Doffy bumped his shoulder in return and leaned heavily against him. He coiled little strings around Vergo's fingers and tugged his hand up from his back onto his shoulder. "Law's awake. I talked to him."

"Ahhh…" Vergo nodded knowingly as he looped his arm around Doflamingo and reached for a drink himself. "You actually talked to him, huh? One on one?"

Doffy passed him the bottle from between his legs. It was still half full. "One on one, yeah. Nobody even came and interrupted."

Not like in Dressrosa, when everything had been chaos, and literally on fire, and Law was trying to kill him, and even Doffy's brain had been screaming at him without a moment's rest.

"Things ain't as big a mess as they were last time, even with the kid's sunken ship," Vergo agreed. "...what'd he have to say for himself?"

"He said Punk Hazard 'got out of hand'," Doffy mumbled, leaning heavily into Vergo's arm, and resting his head on his shoulder. "And… Rosi lied to him, Vergo. Told him all kinds of lies. Of course he did, right? He didn't even know where Rosi got the fucking fruit from."

Vergo sighed roughly, rubbing his shoulder.

"Got outta hand. Yeah I'd fucking say it did…and as for Rosi, I'd believe it." His eyes narrowed. "...he lied for years about his ability to speak, didn't he? About all kinds of things. Stands to reason he'd lie to Law about you and the fruit."

"Lied and lied and lied. All without saying a fucking word to me." Doffy shook his head. "Law actually seemed… pretty shaken up when I told him."

He remembered the way Law's eyes had widened under his mop of hair. The sharp "shit… shit!" from his lips, as if he was really shocked. As if he'd never questioned it in all these years.

Vergo rubbed his shoulder and poured himself a healthy glass before raising it to his lips.

"Yeah I bet he was. He was pretty shaken when I saw him that day too, when I intercepted Rosi's little message to the marines. He's probably had Rosi's words burned in his mind for the last fuckin' decade."

Doffy took the bottle back when Vergo was done with it, and took a swig straight from it again. "Fucking hell. Yeah. Said he spent all these years trying to fuck me over as thanks to Rosi for saving him. Saving him. Which of course was what he thought the reason I killed Rosi was. For trying to save him."

He put the bottle down again-– just barely avoiding another heavy thump at the last moment.

"..............fucking shit, you're kidding me." Vergo rubbed his shoulder again with a huff of breath, and took another long sip. "He wanted to destroy us…'cause Rosi 'saved him' and you killed him for it. In Rosi's words, of course."

Doffy leaned into Vergo's touch eagerly, like a cat in need of attention. Honestly he was desperately in need of attention. A backrub wouldn't have gone amiss with the way all of his muscles felt knotted and tense. Maybe later…

"In Rosi's words," Doffy croaked. "He had months. Months to fucking poison Law's head with lies. I should have fucking done something sooner. If I had done something differently, anything…"

Vergo practically tugged him over to press up against his side, resting his temple against Doflamingo's shoulder.

"Then maybe it coulda been averted, yeah…but the thing is Doffy…" He chuckled grimly. "There's a lotta what ifs. If I didn't take your assignment to the Marines, things woulda gone different too. If I'd noticed Rosi was a rat sooner…but you can't change the past, right?"

He turned, smiling at him in his charming way. It was maybe a little undermined by the spoon that'd somehow suction cupped to his beard… or maybe started to melt into him with his powers.

The absurdity of the spoon. The strength of Vergo's charming smile. The sheer reassuring weight of his arm around him, and the sense in his words. All of it was enough to relieve at least a little of Doffy's burdened thoughts.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "You're right. Of course you're fucking right. Can't change the past, just have to deal with what's in front of you."

Vergo nodded and rubbed his hand down Doffy's back.

"Damn right, boss. So…what's the play…are you gonna try to swing him back to us?"

Doffy let out a soft little laugh at the question and flopped his head against Vergo's shoulder again. "I'm transparent, am I?"

"Like paper," Vergo agreed…though with something not particularly transparent, admittedly.

It made Doffy laugh. Anyway, it wasn't a bad comparison, in its way. Doflamingo was fairly sure he was completely fucking inscrutable to most people. But Vergo knew how to hold him up to the light and see through him.

"Well fuck," he chuckled. "Yeah. I'm gonna try. Would you be alright with that?"

Doflamingo ordered people around constantly. Habitually. But not his executives. Not Vergo. They were a team. A family. For thirty years. He needed to know Vergo would be alright with it.

He remembered Dressrosa again, with Trebol holding Law down and trying to convince Doffy to kill him, and Law shouting dreck about how Doflamingo didn't care about any of them…

Rosi had put it all in his head.

"I've got your back like always, Doffy," Vergo gave him his wan smile again, leaning on his hand. "...If you think Law'll see reason, then I'm more than alright with it. We let Vi come back home, after all."

"We did." Doffy nodded, remembering that reunion too. There had been jagged edges, but they'd fit back together, almost like they were never broken. She'd come back. She'd come back on her own, without anyone trying to convince her. It was enough for Doffy to think, maybe sometimes a betrayal could be forgiven, if someone wanted to be.

Hell, had Law even betrayed them, if he'd been led astray?

"I want to try Vergo," he said, quietly, finishing off the bottle of wine. "Trebol will tell me I'm being childish and naive, I know. He already let me have it. But damn it, if I have to kill him, what was the point in any of it, Vergo? What was the point in taking him in?"

He'd had to kill Rosi. After everything he'd done for him. It had made all the things in their history seem like nothing more than broken threads.

He didn't want to feel like that again.

"I dunno, Doffy. Maybe there wouldn't be a point, if you did. Just another tragic end on the Grand Line," He raised his glass to his lips. "Trebol's a good man, but he thinks too far in the future and tries not to be muddled down by emotion. But I don't. I think we've got a chance here to avoid another Rosi situation. I say we take it."

Doffy raised the empty bottle and smiled. "I love it when you talk sense into me, Vergo. Thank fuck I've always got you."

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kryptonitejelly · 7 months

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okay okay i think i’m a bit late to the game but carisi realizing he’s in love for the 5-sentence blurbs!

send asks for sonny carisi x reader (5 sentence baby blurbs!)

It hits Sonny like a truck - the feeling that has been cumulating in his chest for months since he first met you; a warm, giddy, safe throb in his chest. He loves you.

Sonny doesn’t think as he leans across the small table between you both to press his lips to yours, effectively cutting you off in the middle of your sentence. The bottom of tie skims the top of the pasta he is having, tomato base on silk - a nightmare for his dry cleaner, but Sonny doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything in the moment but the words that are begging to be let out from his mouth.

“I love you,” he says against your lips, and Sonny feels your smile against his.

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hcrtbroken · 7 months

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quick tag dump for muses! - one piece, and names are formated the same way & mini dynmaics change tag ft general ship tags now!

will do more later when dynamics are made! or when i reblog general ship leaning things ( as i do ship a lot in the onepiece world ) & kidlaw is getting named deathmetal on this blog

#x. e. kid #x. killer #x. s. frost #x. isla #x. a. aroha #x. baby 5 #x. t. law #frostnami ; katie #frostnami ; bunny #deathmetal ; general #zosan ; general #zonami ; general #sanami ; general #the cerberus trio

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i2sunric · 4 months

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MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (p.js)

pairing: ceo!jay x reader (f)

summary: when the stress caused by his high working position and the little nights of sleep start affecting jay, he can’t think of anything better than taking you in every surface of the house.

warnings: 5% plot 95% smut. missionary, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), fingering, blowjob, cream pie, slight cnc (but not really), pet names (doll, pretty, baby), reader calls jay ‘daddy’, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mean!dom jay, deepthroat, aftercare. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

wc: 4.0k

published: 25th May 2024

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a/n: ok, there was another whole sex scene but i didn’t want to overdo it so here ya go. LIKE & REBLOG TO SPREAD! & let me know your thoughts <3

Jay was beyond exhausted and he was sure that hadn’t he been that kind, he would’ve strangled someone.

Not only did he have four meetings in the span of twelve hours but he also had a painful hard-on since lunch time that he still hadn’t dealt with.

He could’ve taken care of it in the car, but the thought of coming home and sleeping beside you was more tempting than whacking off.

As soon as he entered the house, Jay dropped his working bag that hit the floor with a heavy thud. Unbuttoning his shirt, he walked to the kitchen and hung it on the side of the chair.

He headed to the cupboard and took out one of his dear glasses that his father-in-law had gifted him for your wedding anniversary. He took the bottle of Whiskey beside it and poured plenty.

Jay rested his back against the countertop and sighed heavily,

slowly sipping the drink until its content was gone. Feeling slightly better, but not as much as to forget the evident bulge making his pants feel a few sizes tighter, he left the kitchen and walked to the living room.

“Jay?” Your hoarse voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked at you standing in front of the sofa where you were just sleeping, waiting for him. Your hair a little messy while you rubbed your eye. You were wearing one of his old shirts, not even bothering to put a pair of pants on.

You looked so perfect, like an angel that went to earth just to save him— and so his to ruin.

Jay walked toward you without even caring about anything else and took your chin in his grasp, pulling you into a hungry kiss.

You hummed in surprise, your sleepy mind still slow in processing what was happening, but soon enough you kissed him back.

He pushed you down on the couch again, making you lay as he got on top of you “Are you doing to make daddy feel better?” He asked in a husky voice.

You knew exactly what he meant, his hips rocking against yours, rubbing the bulge on your clothed core. He was stressed, he needed something to relieve it, something to make it feel betterâ€” and you were down to help him, even if it meant giving him your body.

“Yes.” You breathed out “Want you to feel better, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He groped your breast through the fabric of the loose t-shirt, groaning when he felt your nipples harden, no bra to stop his palm to feel them “You know what’s next, don’t you?”

You nodded and opened your legs, wider, making room for him to kneel in the middle.

Jay raised your shirt, making it rest just below your chin, your tits on full display. Now, his cock twitched in his pants, already sensitive from being neglected for so much, just the sight of you under him was enough to make it leak with precum.

“Mine.” He murmured, one hand sneaking up to wrap around your neck. You raised your head slightly and his lips found yours in a hungry kiss.

Jay bit down on your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to make it pulse.

His hand went down to grasp your thigh, opening it wider. You bucked your hips, your clit rubbing against his own thigh.

Jay chuckled “So needy. Do you need me that much, baby? All worked up already?” He bent down and raised your hips, removing your panties and throwing them on the floor.

You were already so wet it was ridiculous, slick dripping down the sofa “Jay.” You breathed out.

“Yes, baby?” He asked, raising his glance to look at you “Use your words.”

You bucked your hip, needing something to release the bothering feeling between your legs.

Jay tsked “Say please.” You looked into his eyes, so desperate “Please— feels so uncomfortable.”

He smiled “I’ll fix that.” He leaned back down, pushing your thighs apart. He started pressing hot, open mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs, right above where you needed him the most.

“So pretty.” Jay whispered and then gave one kitten lick to your clit, tasting you. You gasped, your head thrown back already.

As he started licking, sucking on your wet folds you sneaked one hand behind his head, grasping his hair “Oh, lord.”

He pulled away, his eyes dark. "Not lord. Jay.” Then he dived again between your legs.

Jay’s tongue darted out, tasting you. Slow, long licks, taking his savouring you.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, bucking your hips, making his nose hit your clit. “Stay still," He ordered. "You're being a naughty girl, baby."

“Mh— I’m sorry.” You said, looking down at him “I think I’m gonna have to punish you.” He spanked your thigh, making you whimper.

Jay grinned feral and licked agai. “I’ll stop if you keep moving, understand?”

You nodded, trying your best not to move your hips “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He murmured and then licked a long strap from your bud.

However, as he licked a certain spot, your hips bucked up again. Jay pulled away immediately, frowning "Didn’t I say to stay still, doll? Didn’t I?"

“M’sorry.” You said “Feels so good.” Jay cooed "I know, baby." He spanked your thigh again. "But you keep moving. Don’t you wanna be good?"

Another whimper left your lips, the red mark of his finger forming on your skin “Wanna be good for daddy.”

"Yeah? Then behave, or I'm gonna leave you like this." Jay said, his breath hot against you. "Don’t move." He threatened.

He stuck his tongue back on your clit, licking slowly. You grasped the fabric of the sofa, keeping your hips glued to it.

Jay kept his licks slow, occasionally inserting his tongue just to pull it out right away “Look at you,” He spat on your pussy “Being so good for me.”

You moaned out “Jay,” You said “Jay, don’t stop.”

And he didn’t, working you harder, wanting to pull moans out of you “You like this?”

You moaned when he sucked on your sensitive bud “S’good.“ Your eyes squeezed “I’m gonna—“

As you pronounced those words, his tongue detached from you, he raised himself, licking his lips.

You squirmed, a disappointed sound leaving your mouth “What's wrong, baby?” He asked, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh.

“Was close.” You pouted while Jay just grinned “I know, doll.”

"Then why'd you stop?” You whined.

Jay tsked "Y/N, you don't get to talk back to me like that. Don’t you remember what I said? I was going to punish you for moving."

You nodded and closed your lips before you could anger him any further. Jay smiled slyly and moved to stand in front of your face, unzipping his pants, removing both them and his boxers.

“You know what to do, baby.” He said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You looked so pretty, all ready just to be used by him.

You completely laid on the sofa and turned your head to face his red tip, so hard. You gave it a small lick and kisses.

You knew he was just letting you do that, he was the one in control anyways.

You maintained eye contact with him as you took him in your mouth, trying to fit his whole length inside your throat.

"Oh, baby—“ His head leaned back, his hand gripping your hair firmly. “You're so pretty like this."

However, your movements were slow and steady, not the kind of blowjob you knew Jay liked.

He groaned and pulled you away by your hair. "Stop it.” He reprimanded, looking down at you. "You always have to push it, huh?"

Jay slapped your tit, making you whimper out “You wanna be a brat, mh? You like the feeling of my hand on you?"

You nodded, rubbing your thighs together, desperate to soothe the aching feeling between them.

Jay leaned in, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. “Use your words, baby." You hummed “Yes daddy, like it.”

Jay gave you one of his killer smirks before pressing his tip back on your lips, making you open up as he pushed himself back inside your warm mouth.

He gripped your hair, using you to seek pleasure, his hips bucking back and forth.

“Yeah, just like that.” He gave one rather big thrust, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to you gagging, but that one was stronger than the others and he was worried, so he pulled himself out, not wanting to hurt you.

He pulled gently on your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

"You okay, doll?"

You took a deep breath and just smiled up at him, wrapping your lips back around his throbbing cock.

Jay let out a small growl, “Such a good girl for me.” He kept his hand behind your head, bucking his hips.

He could see spit coating your chin, falling down the floor onto his discarded clothes but he didn’t mind. Not when you looked so straight out of a porn, the squelching sounds of gagging and spit filling the room.

“Yes,” He panted, speeding his thrusts “Just like that.” You looked up at him and gripped his hips, trying to steady yourself as he used your mouth to jerk off.

Jay’s breaths were coming out as gasps, his hand gently rubbing on your shoulder to make you lay back better. He pulled out and walked to stand behind your head.

Your head was barely on the sofa “Open up.” He said, his body hovering on yours for a deepthroat.

You opened your mouth and soon felt his whole length down your throat, you tried your best not to gag, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

Jay groaned, twitching inside your mouth. His fingers went to pinch your nipples as he began to move again, slower that time.

Your eyes rolled back, gagging and breathing through your nose, his balls gently tapping against your nose every time he thrusted.

Jay put one hand on your throat, feeling his cock moving underneath the skin. He twitched inside you, already so close.

He slapped your tits one more time, watching as his fingers’ marks appeared on your chest.

The humming sound you let out sent vibrations through his whole body, making him cum right there.

His warm seed slowly dripped down your throat, the bittersweet taste making you moan around it.

Jay pulled out as you took a few deep breaths, looking up at him through glossy eyes and spit coated face.

He leaned down, his thumb wiping the corner of your lips. "So pretty like that." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips

You gave him a sloppy kiss “I need to clean you up.” He stated, raising himself and walking into the kitchen.

You waited there, laid on the sofa, but the aching feeling between your legs still hadn’t goneâ€” if not, it was stronger than before.

You pushed yourself up and followed him shortly, hugging his back as you saw him taking a cloth from the drawer.

Jay smiled warmly and turned around to hug your waist, placing a small kiss on your head “You good?” He asked gently.

You just looked up at him and took one of his hands that rested on your waist to guide it down until it reached your heat.

He raised a brow, his fingers slowly circling your clit “What do you want, doll?” His tone was low again.

“Want to cum too.” You rested your head on his chest, your breath growing heavier.

Jay started rubbing a tiny bit harder, his free hand running through your hair. "You need it, baby?"

You nodded, your hand grasping his forearm to steady yourself and not jerk away as he rubbed your sensitive bud. His hand, instead, went to raise your chin, making you look up “Want me to help you?”

“Please Jay,” You pleaded, your eyes glossy “Be a good girl this time.”

You bit down your bottom lip, humming “Yeah? Gonna behave for daddy?” His hand sped up, his thumb applying pressure over that sensitive spot.

You bucked your hips in response, feeling the knot tightening inside your stomach “Shh, baby. Take what I give you.”

Jay’s eyes were focused on you, watching your every reaction. his other hand moved to cradle the back of your head, keeping you focused on him.

As his fingers kept working on your sensitive bud, your mouth fell agape "Keep your eyes on me, baby," He whispered. "Look at me, not away from me." He said, starting to speed up.

You fought to keep your eyes open not to anger him and make him deny you another orgasm as pretty moans fell from your lips like music to his ears.

Your hand went to grasp his muscled forearm, your whole body trembling as the knot in your stomach snapped, making you fall apart.

Jay’s fingers slowed down when you trembled, bringing you back to reality. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you were still trembling. "There you go, I’ve got you. He whispered against your hair “Did so well for me”.

As you slowly came down of your high, you looked up at him with glossy eyes, your euphoria still lingering, sending small shivers through your body.

Something primal awoke inside his gaze “Lord.” He groaned, pulling you into a heated kiss.

His hands ran down your spine, resting on the small of your back, keeping you as close to him as possible.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tiptoed to reach his height.

Jay’s hands ran up your back, his mouth finding your neck. He started nibbling. "Mine," he mumbled. "So mine." His hands left your back to grab your thighs, lifting you up.

Jay turned you around and placed you on the countertop; He was devouring you, his teeth grazing your skin as he sucked and bit on your neck.

You could feel him harden against your inner thigh as his hands travelled down your chest to squeeze your tits, twirling and pinching your nipples.

You moaned when he claimed your mouth again, your own hand moving to pump his shaft “Fuck.” He groaned, bucking his hips forward.

“You look so good on my counter.” He said, his breath coming out into puffs. His hips kept rocking forwards, fucking your fist.

“Want to make you feel better, daddy.” You murmured against his lips, your voice so innocent and weak made his cock twitch.

Jay’s fingers curled around your chin, holding you still “Want to make daddy feel better? Want to be a good girl—Shit.” He groaned “For me?”

“Yes, daddy.” You breathed out, the mushroom tip teasing your entrance “Please, I’ll make you feel good.”

Jay hummed, removing your hand from his cock to kiss you deeply again “I know baby,” His lips brushed your bottom lip “You always do, mh?” He fisted your hair, “Daddy’s good girl.”

Jay patted your thigh and you complied with his wishes, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and hurried upstairs, not wanting to waste more time.

He kicked the door of your bedroom open while your lips were still attached and gently laid you on the bed. He pulled away to stare at your figure, so pretty just for him.

He crawled on top of you and trailed kisses all over your naked body, not leaving even one spot untouched by his lips “So gorgeous.”

His lips trailed down your collarbone to your chest, licking your sensitive nipples and then down your stomach until he was about to reach your clit— His phone ringtone started ringing all around the house from downstairs, the quiet of the night not leaving any doubt.

Jay groaned, resting his head on your hip. He was a very composed person and set a different ringtone for all of his contacts so that he knew who was calling. It couldn’t be ignored since that classical music belonged to one of his most important foreign partners.

"Do not move." He warned, getting out of bed and disappearing into the hallway.

You waited for him, laying on the bed. You took the time to relax a little from your previous orgasm, staring at the ceiling.

Jay came back around ten minutes later, his whole aura darker than the one he had when he first stepped in the house.

His brows were knitted and he closed the door, dangerously slow. He crawled on the bed and spread your legs open.

You watched him through puzzled eyes but Jay didn’t even spare you a glance as he aligned himself to your entrance and thrust himself inside without even a warning.

A pained whimper left your mouth, your eyes squeezing and body growing rigid. You weren’t exactly as wet as you were ten minutes before and his cock wasn’t exactly small, so the stretch was painful.

“Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, not moving as you clenched around him. His breath was hot on your skin, his fingers running up the side of your waist in a soothing way "Needed this.”

Jay started moving, slowly, he sighed and pulled away so he could look down at you “Relax baby, you need to relax.”

Your walls kept clenching and sucking him in, the pain spread all over your lower region, making you choke out a gasp.

He groaned when he heard you gasp, but he was too focused on his own relief to pull away. "So good, baby." He panted.

Jay’s hands moved up your sides, trailing feather light across your skin “Sorry, just—“ His eyes squeezed shut “Just take it.”

He kept pounding inside of you, rubbing slow circles on your clit to help you relax. When the pain subdued to the pleasure, you let out a moan.

“That’s it, doll.” He groaned “So good.”

“Jay,” You breathed out, your hands going to scratch his back, your hips moving with the same rhythm as his, making you two a single person.

He twitched inside of you “Christ, Y/N— Say that again.” You rolled your eyes back as he hit a certain spot “Jay!”

"That's my girl," He said huskily, “Yeah, baby." His hands gripped your hips and pressed him close to you “Need to be closer."

Your breath was coming out in pants “Feels so deep.” You murmured and Jay placed one hand behind your head, grasping your hair and lifting your head.

Jay made you watch himself go in and out, his shaft disappearing just to reappear, making you moan “See?” You reached out your tummy and pressed where you could see the shadow of his bulge, the moan that escaped his lips made you clench around him.

“My perfect girl.” Jay cooed and then let go of your hand, making it fall on the pillow. He gripped both of your hips and quickened his pace, rutting inside of you at an animalistic speed.

His chest pressing into yours. "Take my fucking cock." he groaned, his hips moving faster “Good?"

You just nodded, “Fuck— Mh, daddy.” He slapped your pussy, sending shivers all around your body “No cursing.” He nagged, making you whimper “Sorry.”

“S’okay.” He reassured, slapping another time your pussy just to see you quiver underneath him “Close?”

You nodded again “S’close— Don’t stop.” You pleaded, your own hand moving down to circle your clit.

It didn’t take much for you to cream his cock, your walls clenching so hard around him as your body shuddered.

"Yeah," He told you, his fingers digging in your hips, keeping you pinned down. "There you go," He mumbled.

However, Jay’s thrusts never faltered, if not he moved faster, chasing his own release. He looked down to see the white circle of cum around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure.

Your whole body shook in overstimulation, “Jay,” You panted, trying to push his chest away “T-too much.”

His hands stayed pressed into your hips, holding them down into the mattress. "Shh, baby," he groaned. "You can take it, I know you can.”

You shook your head, your toes curling as a broken whimper left your mouth “Just a little more.”

Jay pressed a small kiss on your earlobe, whispering “So good, you feel so good.” Your mind was hazy, your eyes closed with the amount of pleasure you were receiving.

But Jay still didn’t fall apart, his release was close but he was doing his best to hold back.

Your legs were tired so you wrapped them around his waist, your nails digging in his back, making you moan out “Ngh— J-Jay.. I can’t.” Tears pooled your eyes, threatening to fall out. You felt another knot tighten in your lower belly, your mouth falling agape.

Jay noticed your body language and smirked, his thrusts so fast and rough the headboard slammed against the wall, along with the sound of skin slapping and the wet noises from your pussy.

Your back arched from the mattress, your body shuddering as you reached your third orgasm of the night.

At the same time, Jay’s mouth formed an ‘O’, his own seed filling you up. His thrusts slowed, pumping you full of his cum, not even letting a single drop fall out.

You were a moaning mess, shivers rocking through your body “Shh,” Jay cooed, running his thumb on your sweaty cheek “I’ve got you.”

He held you close to himself, waiting for you to come down of your high. He gently kissed your lips, breathing each other. Your bodies mended, melting together just like your souls.

You then pulled away, looking at him with glossy and teary eyes, your cheeks flushed and hair sticking to your neck from

the sweat.

Jay smiled softly, “My love.” He murmured, pressing a featherlight kiss on your brow “My girl.”

You smiled back at him, “Better now?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

He chuckled and raised himself from your body, reluctantly peeling his skin away from you “You always make me feel better.”

After a warm shower, filled with massages and small making out sessions, both you and Jay were laying on the bed, the light rays of light belonging to the early morning hours entered from the curtains.

You rested your head on his chest as his fingers slowly trailed up and down your back.

“I really don’t want to go to work.” He murmured, his nose filling with the smell of your shampoo “Don’t go.” You said back, “Stay with me.”

Jay shook his head “I can’t.” He placed a small kiss on your head.

“Why not?” You frowned “Just one day.” He pulled you closer, hugging your arm. “I have an important meeting today.”

You sighed “You always do.” Jay chuckled at your words “You want to know why I’m enduring so many working hours?”

You nodded, looking up at him “Why? Money, it doesn’t miss in your life.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He smiled “But I never know how the company will go in the future, it may fail or go bankrupt and I want to save enough money to let our children have a good life.”

You widened your eyes, raising your head from his chest “You said our children.”

Jay pecked your lips “I did.” You blinked faintly, “You want to have a family with me?”

He took your face in his hands, gently rubbing his fingers on your cheeks “First, I want to marry you.” He placed one kiss on your forehead “Then, I want to have a baby with you, or maybe two.” He kissed your nose, “And at last I want to grow old and grey with you.” He kissed your lips deeply.

“I want a life with you, Y/N. You’re the only one that can make me feel alive.” And it was then, the moment you swore to never leave Jay’s side, no matter the complications that occurred.

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devil's girl

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader I ft. Mingyu & Wonwoo

🔮 preview. “Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of heaven or hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.”

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, oral (f receiving), Cheol is low-key pussy obsessed, overstimulation, 5-inch long demon tongue, invisible demon bondage magic, the demon magic can also vibrate her clit a little, bdsm themes, slight choking, squirting, wet kink, massive cock cheol, pussy stretching, impreg/breeding/cum kink, dirty talk, service dom Cheol, consent is a must, begging, multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex, hand job, dream/incubi threesome with Mingyu & Wonwoo, double fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, etc… I pet names: (hers) little/my sweet, pretty girl, good girl, whore/slut (1), baby, little love, etc. (his) sir, daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.2k

🍭 aus. king of hell!Cheol, witch descendant!y/n, prophesy, arranged marriage, yandere/possessive themes, slight kidnapping, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I feel like I need the men I write about every time, but when I tell you I need this man biblically, when I tell you I need him to kidnap me and make me the Queen of Hell and knock me up with demon hybrid babies asap-

Prologue:

It was not a fate that she would have ever wished upon any of her descendants, but there was a price to pay for power, a price to pay for life and a line continued. The old crone signed the contract, bound in blood, with the King of Hell, promising one of her own line as his future intended.

She could not foresee when the prophesied witch would be born, all she could promise The Dark King was that the descendant would bear the mark of the Devil. Somewhere in the world, there would be a girl born with a pentagram birthmark, run through with three lines, and that girl, would bear the task of giving children to the King of Hell himself.

The crone did this to solidify her line would survive the witch trials ravaging the country, the contract would ensure demonic protection from death- none of the King’s loyal followers would allow harm to fall upon any woman who could possibly birth the next Queen of Hell.

As the trials continued, not one of the crone’s daughters were harmed. Years went by, with the crone checking every new grandaughter and great-granddaughter for marks. When it became clear that the prophesied girl would not be born in her time on Earth, she urged all her descendants to be fruitful and multiply, in the hopes that, with a large family line, the Demon King would have a harder time finding the contracted child.

Upon her death, the old crone’s family took her words to heart. Not only did the daughters multiply after the witch trials had ended, but they split. Some became nomadic, others found places to settle down and have whole swaths of children. Many of these descendants took upon new names, as women always took the last name of their husbands.

In this way, the old crone hoped to cheat the devil himself, and for a very long time, she was successful in her evasion of him.

one

“This better be important,” Seungcheol groans, shifting on his throne to assess the two low level demons in front of him.

The incubi exchange looks, and finally one steps forward. “Sir, we found her.”

“You found her?” the King repeats. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“The witch,” the second demon says, fumbling as he also moves forward to address Seungcheol. “The one from the prophecy, with the mark.”

The Demon King feels a twitch of something electric, it makes his finger tips jolt, and he begins to strum them along the dark marble arm of his throne. “What are your names?”

“I’m Wonwoo,” says the first incubi, “and this is Mingyu.”

“Well, Wonwoo, Mingyu, the two of you better not be wrong.” Seungcheol stands up. “Where is she?”

“We can give you the details, only…” Mingyu casts an anxious look toward Wonwoo, “we’re pretty sure she was wearing a high level demon ward.”

“What?” The word comes out as a growl, and in the lava fields of hell that stretch as far as the eye can see behind him, there’s a tremor that betrays the King’s rage.

“A demon ward,” Wonwoo repeats. “An heirloom. It’s a necklace. We tried to get her to take it off, but even while dreaming, she was pretty protective over it.”

Seungcheol can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s been over three hundred years since he’d made a contract with the old crone. Three hundred years of waiting for the ability to sire a line with a witch who would be able to withstand the process. He’d almost given up the hope of ever finding his betrothed, only for two sinful incubi to find her in the dream state. The fact that she’s warded is the cherry on top of this whole fucking thing.

“That bitch,” Seungcheol groans. “The old crone has done everything in her power to make sure our contract would never be fulfilled, and she’s even left warding jewlery.”

If the witch wasn’t in heaven, Seungcheol would pay a visit to her himself to enact his revenge for this final piece of treachery.

You do a service to save an entire line of witches, and this is how they intend to pay back your kindness.

“It’s not the end though,” Wonwoo offers helpfully. “We just have to convince her to take the necklace off, that will break the ward, and you can summon yourself into her room as soon as it’s off.”

“If the two of you do this for me,” Seungcheol notes, “you will be rewarded.”

“We’re just happy we found her for you,” Mingyu says, voice shaky. “It’s been a very long time.”

Too long, in fact.

two

You’re lost in a dreamy haze. Two pairs of lips are on your throat, one man pressed to your front, the other at your back. Hands caress your form, and nothing has felt this real. You’re moaning, eager for the fiery touches.

“We need you to do something for us,” the man in front of you whispers, licking past the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

“Anything,” you blurt out, already reaching for his cock.

A hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. When you meet the stern man’s gaze, you note the darkness in his eyes.

“This is a pretty necklace,” he muses, as the person at your back nips at the chain that encircles your throat.

“It’s a-” you swallow back your lust, trying to form words, “an heirloom.”

“How badly do you want to be fucked, naughty girl?”

“So bad,” you whimper, pressing your thighs together in the hope that you can quench some of your sexual appetite.

“Then you need to promise us that when you wake up, you’ll take this pretty necklace off, only for a while.”

“Huh?” You’re confused, and the man behind you immediately brings his hand to your core, stroking you through your nightie. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel like they’ve asked you to do this before- but your memory is as fuzzy as the vision in front of you, and the men are more than distracting.

“You can do this for us, right?” he presses. “Please?”

“Why do you need me to take my necklace off?” you ask. It had been a parting gift from your mother before you were put up for adoption, and in her note, she’d warned you never to take it off. You can already feel yourself becoming restless at the turn of this dream, what had started so sweet and sexual has turned darker than you’d been ready for.

“It looks like it needs a little… TLC, don’t you think, baby?” One large finger slips into your core, and at the same time, the man in front of you tugs down your dress to access your breast, flicking at the nipple.

“Tell us you’ll do this,” murmurs the one with his mouth on your chest.

Your fingers tangle through his dark curls, keeping him on your breast while he begins to suck on your sensitive bud. It’s practically impossible to say no to them.

“Okay,” you whisper finally, voice shaky. “Just for a little.”

“There’s our good girl,” the one in front growls, adding a hand to his friend’s so he can slip his own finger into your dripping core. They both begin to work you open, and you can’t help the gasps of pleasure that begin to escape you, your grip flying to broad shoulders to keep yourself standing between the two large men. “Now we all get our reward.”

three

You wake up feeling relaxed but needy. You remember ghosted touches as you head for a morning shower, washing your body and remembering strong hands trailing along the same path.

As you do your usual skin routine, your necklace catches your eye in the bathroom mirror, and you’re reminded of the promise you’d made in your dream. Upon inspection, you do think the necklace could use a little refurbishment- you’ve been wearing the chain since childhood, where your commitment to never taking it off had been like life and death.

If you’d had a dream about removing it, if even for a little while, maybe that was your subconscious telling you it’s time to let go of the hold your mother has on you. After all, she gave you up- what do you owe her? What’s the point in still wearing this around?

With a sigh, you reach behind yourself, fiddling with the clasp. There have been a few times you’ve been required to take the necklace off, at hospitals, or the dentist, certain airports- it won’t kill you to remove it for a little while today.

You don’t think much of it as you set the heirloom onto your bathroom counter, in fact, you’re already planning out breakfast. You go to the kitchen, humming to yourself while you open the fridge to look at the contents inside.

As you reach for the orange juice, the hairs on the back of your neck begin to raise, and you feel a powerful energy, as if you’re being watched.

“Goodmorning, sweet girl.”

The sudden voice makes you jump, heart lurching into your throat as you whip around.

There’s a man standing in your kitchen. He’s dressed in all black, with a long silky jacket over top of dress pants and a matching charcoal shirt. His hair is dark too, and he has a smirk on his handsome face.

It only takes you a moment to assess ‘oh, he’s hot’ and one more to decide to throw your juice directly at him.

The man quickly lifts his hand, flicking two fingers. It’s as if the container of orange juice hits some invisible barrier, and it goes flying directly into your sink.

“Don’t be like that,” he tuts, clicking his tongue. “Is that any way to greet a man like me?”

“Who are you?” you ask, mouth going dry as you cower back against the fridge, feeling suddenly very naked in your tiny shorts and crop top.

“An angel,” the man says simply, but the all black outfit is a dead give away that he’s lying.

“Yeah?” you let out a small laugh. “What’s your name then, mister Angel?”

He stares at you for a moment, something dark flashing over his features. When he smiles this time, you notice sharp canines. “Satan.”

Your entire body runs cold. “I don’t…” You lick your lips. “I don’t see any devil horns, or a tail-”

“Would you like to see them?”

“No?”

The man takes a step toward you. “You’re reacting better than I expected, Devil’s girl.”

“Devil’s girl?” you repeat, pressing your back tighter to the fridge in an effort to get away from him as he approaches closer and closer.

“That’s you,” he nods. “That’s what you are. It’s who you were destined to be.”

“I don’t know much about destiny-”

“Why would you?” he shrugs. “It’s been three hundred years since your family agreed to the dept they owe me. In that time, you witches have made it extra hard for me to keep track of all of you. I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about the prophecy, although, I will admit I’m a little disappointed you clearly haven’t stepped into your powers yet. Part of me had been hoping for a bit of a fight.”

“I can still fight you-” you insist, reaching out to grab a weapon from the knife block, brandishing it at the intruder.

He simply laughs, and with the flick of his fingers the knife goes flying out of your hand, landing in the sink next to the juice. “Silly little girl,” he grins. “Power reacts only to power, and though I can see you have power in your veins, it’s clear that no one has unlocked it for you. Don’t worry, I’ll help you get there.”

“Why would I want your help?” You cower back against the fridge, unable to move from where you’re standing. It feels like your feet are weighed down, and you wonder if this is another one of his magic tricks.

The devil puts his hand on the surface next to your head, blocking you into your fate. “Because, silly girl, at the moment, I’m your fiance, and soon, I’ll be your husband.”

“What?” The word comes out as a croak, your heart going a mile a minute in your chest.

“Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.”

Realization washes over you. The mark on your ass- the peculiar birthmark, the mark you’ve always been insecure about-

“How…” you swallow thickly. “Why now? How did you find me?”

“I had help. Two incubi found you in your dreams. You were wearing an heirloom with a ward against me, but lucky for us, they convinced you to take off the silly little crone necklace. I couldn’t touch you while you had it on, couldn’t be in the same room as you, but now… I can be here with you, and…” he reaches out a hand, dragging a finger along your collarbone, “I can touch you.”

“And if I say no to all of this?” you ask. “If I say no to marrying a man who’s literally Satan?”

“Then I’ll convince you,” the demon leans close, his hot breath ghosting over your throat. “I can be awfully convincing… also, if it makes you feel better, don’t call me Satan.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Seungcheol.” There’s a softening in his tone when he says this new name, and as you stare at his handsome face, you realize that is suits him. “And what should I call you, my sweet?”

You whisper your name and Seungcheol repeats it. You can tell he’s enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, and as you share this close proximity with the man who claims you’re his betrothed, you realize your innate attraction to him, despite the circumstance.

“So…” you lick your lips. “What now?”

“Now, little sweet, I take you back to my Kingdom.”

“You mean Hell.”

He grins, and you once again get a view of those sharp teeth. You wonder what they’ll feel like against your skin, and the thought has your body tingling with lust and shame.

“What if I don’t go with you.”

“Like I said, I’m awfully convincing, but on this one, you don’t have a choice.” He lets out a sigh, playing with a strand of your hair. “There are many religions in this world, little sweet, and in many of them, the King of Hell gets his Persephone. Although, in this case, you have no Demeter to protect you. The witch who promised you to me is long since dead, and your family line got muddled and convoluted in the hopes that it would hide you from me. Unfortunately for them, I’m here to collect, and there’s no one in the world who can stop me.”

“But, I mean-” you search for any way to get out of this. “I have a job-”

“Yeah? Tell me about this job.”

You can’t believe he’s humouring you, a slight appearance of interest appearing in his features. “I’m a full time baby sitter, an au pair, the girls are expecting me-”

Seungcheol lets out a low growl from deep in his chest. “So you’re good with children.”

Your mind goes back to what he’d said not minutes ago: ‘A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell.’

Of course the King of Hell has an impreg kink and is turned on by your job as a nanny.

“I can’t go with you,” you insist.

His hand wraps around your throat, thumb teasing your jaw. “It’s not your choice.”

His eyes flare a fiery red colour, and it feels as if the air is sucked out of your lungs. Your hair ruffles, as if you’re in a wind tunnel, and a moment later, you’re no longer standing in your kitchen.

Seungcheol releases your neck, gesturing to the room you’re now in. “This is your new home,” he announces, giving you a moment to take in the black marble floors, scarce furniture, and large bed in the center of the space. There’s a floor to ceiling window that encompasses a whole wall, and through it, you see what can only be decribed as a literal Hellscape.

You can’t help it, you approach the window, mind going blank as you stare out at the fire fields.

Seungcheol is silent as he comes up behind you, pressing two hands to the windowed wall and blocking you in with your back to his chest. You can feel his breath along your throat. “Welcome to Hell, sweet thing. This is all yours now, although, I doubt I’ll let you leave this room too often, not until I know I can trust you.”

It’s funny to hear Satan talking about his ability to trust you- a girl who’s done her best to be good her whole life.

Seungcheol’s lips brush by your ear. “Should we get started, then?”

“Started on what?”

“You know what.” He presses a shockingly soft kiss to your throat, nose nuzzling by your jaw.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll be honest with you, little one, I’m not a nice man. But… I’ll be good to you, if you’re good for me.” One of his hands slips down from the window to grab at your hip, tugging your back flush to his chest. “The way you were good for Mingyu and Wonwoo in your dreams last night.”

The names mean nothing to you, as the men in your wet dream had never given them, although, they must be the incubi he was talking about earlier. The fact that Seungcheol knows about your sinful nightly escapades with two other demons has you feeling shy, your skin heating at his words.

“Even so, demons need consent to enter human bodies,” the King of Hell explains. “Which means, if you withdraw your consent, I’ll be forced to stop. Although… something tells me you’ll consent.”

His hand glides from your hip to your exposed abdomen, and he teases you on what path he’s going to take- up to your breasts, or down to your aching core.

“What…” you swallow back a moan, “What makes you so sure?”

“I can smell your arousal, sweet girl, and there are signs I can see too.” His hand smooths up to your breast, and he squeezes your sensitive flesh, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. “I think you’re well aware that I’m going to fuck you, in a way you’ve never even dreamed of being fucked before.”

Your breath catches, and you bite at your lower lip to stop a whimper from slipping out of you. Your back arches, pushing your chest more into his large palm.

Seungcheol grins against your throat. “I can see how much you want this, little sweet. Do you want to see how much I want you?”

He grinds his front against your ass, and you can feel his hard cock- fuck, he feels big. You shiver at the realization that your betrothed is packing, and Seungcheol laughs at your reaction.

“Tell me you want this,” he commands.

“I-” You bite your tongue.

His hand wraps around your throat, lips moving to your ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you admit weakly.

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol growls. His hand raises from you neck, fingers finding your jaw again. He prompts you to turn your head, meeting his gaze as he leans over your shoulder, looking down at you with a dark expression.

You know what’s coming, and you can’t help yourself as he draws your lips to his own. Your eyes flutter shut, mind going blank as you enjoy the feeling of him. He’s warm, but you suppose you should expect that from the King of Hell.

The kiss deepens all too quickly, and you find yourself turning in his embrace, grabbing at his broad shoulders to pull him even closer.

Seungcheol lets out a growl when your breasts press against his chest, and he leans down, grabbing at the back of your thighs so he can lift you off the marble floor. He presses you back against the window, tongue tasting your own and dominating you as he kisses you like a man who’s waited a hundred years for this- or, strike that, a man who’s waited three hundred years.

There’s a rage in the way he kisses you, rage in the fact that he was forced to wait so long, but behind the rage is something like desperation. His fingers dig into your thighs, his mouth unrelenting against your own.

You’re not sure how long the kiss lasts, but soon, he’s carrying you to the bed. He sets you onto the lavish mattress, tearing at your clothes until you’re naked before him. He towers over you, staring down at your body while you catch your breath.

“Beautiful,” he muses, reaching down to massage your breast, which sends sparks of delight through your entire form. “You were made for me. My sweet. My little queen. My lost witch.”

When he says it like this, something about it feels right.

Something about him feels right, as if your soul has accepted him, even after such a short amount of time.

Then, in the most shocking twist of events, the King of Hell himself gets onto his knees for you. “Come here, my sweet,” Seungcheol says softly, grabbing at your thighs to tug you down the silk sheets toward his face. “It’s time for me to have a taste.”

He leans toward your core, taking in a lewd breath before letting it fan across your skin. Your core throbs at the proximity. Seungcheol grins at your reaction, tongue moving to prod his own fang- which is when you realize, his tongue is like his cock: monstrous.

You suck in a choked gasp, eyes widening. You’d thought he was going easy on you by giving you his mouth first, come to find out his tongue alone is probably as large as most men’s cocks- this must be a Devil thing, but before you can think too hard about it, Seungcheol is licking your slit and your mind goes silent.

A whimper escapes you, your back arching, core pushing closer to his face. Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, his large hands finding your abdomen to pin you in place. “Stay still and take it, pretty girl,” he warns. “Or there will be… consequences.”

He licks at you again, flicking your clit with as skilled a tongue as you’ve ever had. Your pussy is already throbbing with need, and it takes everything inside of you not to buck toward his face again.

You can feel him watching you when you throw your head back, whimpering at the way he circles your clit. Then he drags his tongue down, dipping it into your wet heat. Your body tenses at the intrusion, mind short cirucuiting as inch after inch of tongue invades you, licking at your walls while Seungcheol groans at your taste.

Fuck- a five inch tongue is definitely a demon thing, but you can’t bring yourself to hate it as he begins to literally tongue fuck you stupid.

Not only does Cheol have the largest tongue you’ve experienced, and a willingness to use it, he’s got an eagerness in the way he eats you out. It’s as if he’s trying to devour you, holding nothing back as he growls and groans his way through working you up to your orgasm.

The feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach is hot and all consuming, your muscles tensing with effort as you get closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck- Cheol-” you whimper, unable to hold it in any longer as your hips push toward his face, one of your hands moving down to grab at his hair-

It’s as if hot, invisible handcuffs wrap around your wrists, tugging them up and over your head, pinning you to the bed while you squirm with confusion and lust.

“What did I say about consequences if you didn’t behave yourself?” Seungcheol asks, pulling away from your core and licking his wet lips with that tongue of his.

“I-” you push at the invisible binds on your wrists. “I’m sorry- I was just so close-”

“So close that you lost your manners?” He taps his fingers along your abdomen. “That’s not very queenly of you, my sweet.”

“I’m sorry-” you say again, tears begin to form in your eyes as you feel your orgasm dissipating. “Please-”

“Please, what?”

“Your tongue- I was so close-”

“Do you really deserve it?”

“Yes!”

“You’ll be good for me?”

“Of course, I’ll be so good-”

“If you’re not good for me,” he warns, “you don’t get to cum, remember that.”

“Yes, okay, I understand-” you fight the urge to thrash in his embrace, and it feels like forever that he assesses you before finally bringing his face between your thighs again.

Just as his tongue is about to lap at your pussy, he stops. “Actually, I want to hear you beg for this. Beg for me to let you cum.”

You’re practically delirious, muscles still tight in preparation for your orgasm, and you’ll do anything he says right now. “Please, please, Sir- please let me cum!”

Seungcheol lets out a satisfied growl. “Sir, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll take that for now, but pretty soon, you’ll be calling me daddy.”

You whimper at his words, core dripping with spit and arousal. “Please-”

He buries his face in your pussy again, holding nothing back. His hands move down to your thighs, squeezing and adding a slight pain that has your entire body tingling. Gasps escape you, escalating in pitch as he drags you closer and closer to your orgasm again-

“Cumming,” you whisper, as the most intense orgasm of your life slams into you.

You do your best not to thrash around, but as Seungcheol obscenely tongue fucks you through your high, it’s the most you can do to stay as still as possible. You push up against the invisible binds on your wrists, gasping and whimpering-

“Fuck, my clit- it’s too sensitive-” you try to tell him, only for Seungcheol to focus more on the sensitive bud.

Your toes curl, a strangled sob escaping you at the stimulus. All you can do is lay there and take the pleasure he’s giving you- you’d thought he was being nice when he’d decided to eat you out, but you see now that maybe there was a bit of sadism in it. He’s clearly enjoying making you cum so hard that you’re beginning to cry, your muscles screaming at you from how tense you are-

“Please, please, please-”

With one final flick at your clit that has you letting out a high pitched squeal, Seungcheol pulls away from your pussy. He blows hot air on your core and you twitch, thighs closing, body shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Look at you, crying and I haven’t even given you my cock yet,” Seungcheol muses, standing up and staring down at your body.

He pulls off his shirt, and even through your tears, you take a good look at his chiseled form.

Fuck, he’s even more gorgeous with his skin showing. His shoulders are broad, arms all beefy and strong- he’s an absolute unit, but you guess you shouldn’t have expected anything less from the King of Hell.

Then he goes for his pants, pushing them down to reveal the largest cock you’ve ever seen in person.

Your mouth begins to water, fuzzy mind trying to figure out just how many inches this man is about to bury into your wet, twitching pussy.

“Think you can take it, pretty girl?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the base and pumping his hard length.

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit,” you whisper, your core throbbing at the idea.

Seungcheol grins. “We just met, and you already know me so well. Guess that’s part of the whole destined to be together thing. Makes shit easier.”

Instead of getting on top of you, Seungcheol tugs you closer to the foot of the mattress, then, with one twitch of his fingers, the entire bed raises, positioning you exactly where he needs you to be in order for him to fuck you while standing up.

He grabs at your breast, teasing your nipple while you mewl. Your own hand reaches out for his cock, and he allows you to grab him. You wipe your thumb across the angry red tip, smearing precum along his shaft to add lubrication, making it easier to pump his cock slowly while he continues to tease your nipples.

His hand begins to decend, and he teases two fingers along your pussy lips. “I guess I can be nice and stretch you out,” he sighs, slipping the digits into your core.

It’s a kindness you’re not sure you expected from him, and it prompts you to squeeze his cock tighter in your palm while he begins to finger fuck you open, scissoring his digits and testing your inner walls.

“I can’t fucking wait to ruin your perfect little pussy,” Seungcheol groans, fucking you even harder. “You’re squeezing my fingers so fucking well, gonna be a good girl and squeeze my cock even better.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper, abdominal muscles tensing as he begins to stroke your gspot.

“Should I give you one more before I give you my cock?” Seungcheol asks, thumb finding your clit and making you cry out. “You’re already wet, baby, but I want you dripping when I finally fuck you stupid.”

You pump is cock faster as he pistons his fingers into your gspot, his thumb unrelenting on your sensitive bud. He works you up to another orgasm with deadly precision, your entire body tensing with pleasure before falling over the edge.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol growls, fingers fucking you through your high. “That’s a good girl, squirting all over my fucking hand-”

No man has ever made you squirt before, and the feeling is intense. You’re gasping, crying from how good it feels, like an overwhelming sense of relief washing over you, a warmth spreading out from your core.

The sound of your squirt is obscene too, gushy, spongy noises filling the room with each pump of Seungcheol’s fingers.

“Sir,” you whimper, “need your cock-”

“Yeah? Is my good girl finally ready to please her King?”

You can only nod, letting go of his cock in favor of grabbing the sheets, needing an anchor for what’s about to come next.

“You know what this means, right?” Seungcheol asks, teasing his tip along your wet pussy lips. “You know I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside of you that you’re going to be dripping for days.”

You nod again, whimpering at the idea.

“You want to be bred though, don’t you, pretty girl? You’re practically begging for it now. What happened to the girl who threw juice at me this morning? All it took was a little cock and you’re dick whipped for you King.”

“All it took was a big cock,” you correct him, skin flushing at the words that have just slipped out of him.

Seungcheol laughs, his canines sparkling in the low light of the room. “Biggest cock you’ve ever had,” he agrees. “Biggest cock you ever will have. After this, you’re mine. Completely. Body and soul.”

In past relationships, you’ve toyed with the idea of forever. It’s been a thought that strikes fear in your heart, but for some reason, looking up at the King of Hell, forever doesn’t scare you anymore.

Something tells you he’s going to take care of you, in a way no one ever has.

It’s clear he’s very protective over you. He believes in soulmates, in destiny, in prophecy- you’re his perfect match, and he’s fully bought into that idea… maybe you’ll buy into it someday too.

“I’m yours,” you agree finally, staring up at the beautiful devil.

He bends over you, pressing his lips to your own. With one hand, he cups your cheek, keeping you close, and with the other, he guides his cock to your pussy again, slowly pushing in.

You gasp against his mouth at the immediate stretch of his cockhead in your tight core, your hands flying to his shoulders.

“I know,” he coos, “I know, but it will feel good in a second, I promise.”

You’re happy he made you squirt, because the wetness coating your pussy makes it easy for him to slowly slide inch after inch into your core. He thrusts shallowly, and the movement helps your body become adjusted to his massive size.

You’re shocked at how big he is- it was one thing to see it, and another thing entirely to feel him- to feel the vein running along the underside of his cock while it drags against your sensitive walls.

Seungcheol’s mouth is hot against your own, his tongue seemingly back to a normal size as he licks at your lips. You think he must be trying to distract you from the intense feeling of being stretched out on his cock, and it’s another kindness you’d never expected from him.

When he’s fully sheathed in your core, you both let out groans of pleasure.

The King of Hell straightens again, looking down at you while his hands graze your form. “Ready, sweet girl?”

You nod, licking your lips. “Yes, please.”

He grabs your hips, holding you steady so he can begin to rut into you.

Your view of him is insane. How is his body so perfect? He’s chiseled in the best of ways, his chest looks downright biteable, his biceps bulging as he holds you down, his abdominal muscles clenching with each thrust-

You’re absolutely delirious for him, your own hands finding your chest to tease your nipples.

Seungcheol’s gaze shifts to where you’re touching yourself, and a smirk appears on his face. “Fuck, baby, that good, huh?”

You can only nod and let out a needy mewling sound, pinching at your nipples and making your back arch while he rails your pussy.

Each drag of his cock along your sensitive inner walls has you seeing stars, and when his hand flattens over your abdomen, you nearly loose it.

“This is how deep I am,” he tells you. “Bet having-” he groans, “Bet having your guts rearranged by the King of Hell wasn’t on your bingo card this year, was it, little love?”

“No, sir,” you shake your head, whimpering at the feeling of pressure on your stomach from his hand. God- why does this feel so good? You can feel him everywhere, he’s all consuming, and that familiar feeling of an oncoming orgasm is building yet again.

“I can feel you tensing up,” Seungcheol notes with a laugh, his thumb moving down to find your clit. “Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you mewl, the title feeling more than natural on your lips.

Seungcheol’s grip on your hip tightens at the word, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit while he fucks you even harder, impaling you on his massive cock with each rough thrust.

“Beg for daddy to let you cum.”

“Please- please, daddy, fuck- I wanna cum so bad, wanna make you feel good-”

“I’m not cumming with you, not yet,” he warns. “As much as I love this position, there’s only one way I want you when I’m filling you with my seed, and that’s on your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows, crying like my good little whore.”

His words have your pussy fluttering around his cock, and it makes his grin widen.

“You like that, huh? Like the idea of being my perfect little cock slut?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Made for me,” he grunts, pinching your clit and making you cry out. “You were fucking made for me. Cum on my cock, baby, show me you deserve it.”

You can’t even fight the command, your body short circuiting, muscles clenching as you follow through with what he wants. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s large cock.

He doesn’t stop, he only fucks you harder as you squeal and thrash against the bed- when you reach out to grab his arms, the invisible binds appear again, pinning your hands above you.

Seungcheol laughs, but there’s a groan in the sound too, and you know you’re probably squeezing him like a fucking vice.

“Good girl,” he growls, and it only makes your pussy flutter harder.

The squelching sound returns, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be shy about the way your body is reacting to him, you’re too overwhelmed by the euphoria surging through your being to think cohesively.

“You’re crying again,” Seungcheol notes. “How cute.” His pace slows, and suddenly he’s grabbing at your jaw, hauling you into a sitting position, your face just inches from his own.

His eyes are dark as he looks at you, then his long tongue is lolling out of his mouth, licking away your tears while you struggle and shiver, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think you might faint.

“Tell me you’re ready for me to breed you,” Seungcheol growls.

“I’m ready for you to breed me,” you say meekly, core throbbing again at the idea.

The King of Hell presses his lips against your own, kissing your breath away while you claw at his shoulders. Then, as suddenly as he’d kissed you, he pulls away, cock slipping from your core and making you whine.

“Onto all fours,” he instructs.

The bed slowly lowers to an acceptable height while you fumble on shaky legs to get into doggy position.

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, the bed dipping as he joins you on his knees behind you. His large hands find your body, skimming along your sides.

Then he grabs the back of your neck, shoving your face down into the mattress.

“Part of me wants to thank you for making this so easy,” he says. “But another part of me thinks you should be the one thanking me for giving you the opportunity to carry the children of the King of Hell.”

“Thank you,” you murmur.

Seungcheol scoffs. “You can thank me when my cum is dripping out of your used hole and you’re still begging for more.”

He slams his cock back into you, and a cry escapes your lips. God, in this position, he feels even deeper- if that’s possible.

Your toes curl at the sensation, and with every rough thrust, his balls clap against your clit, making you dizzy with pleasure.

His grip on the back of your neck increases, skilled fingers finding the arteries that flow to your brain- soon, you’re not only dizzy with pleasure, but dizzy from air being restricted too. It’s a beautiful, tingling feeling, and it has you clawing at the bed, arching your back as you moan like a desperate whore for him.

You feel something on your clit, but both of Seungcheol’s hands are still occupied, one on your hip, one on your neck-

That’s when you realize that whatever invisible magic grip he’d used to pin you to the bed, he can use to pleasure you too-

Now, you truly feel him everywhere.

“Fuck, fuck-” you struggle against the mattress, another orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it, take it.”

“Are you close?” you ask, and from the silence that you’re met with, you’re pretty sure you’ve caught him off guard. “Please tell me you’re close- I want to be full so bad, want you to breed me, Cheol- please-”

He sucks in a shaky breath, gripping your hip so hard that you’re pretty sure you’re going to bruise. His hand moves away from your neck in favour of grabbing both sides of your waist. He roughly pulls your ass back to meet each hard thrust.

“Keep begging.”

“Please, daddy, please- fuck, this is what you wanted me for, right? This is what I owe you? Then give it to me- give me everything, breed me-”

“Cum for me first,” Seungcheol commands. “Cum on my cock so I know you deserve it.”

The magic on your clit suddenly feels like a harsh vibration, and it’s enough to tip you over the edge. You grab at the bed sheets, letting out a primal sound of pleasure as your core clamps down on Seungcheol’s length for a second time.

He lets out his own groan, and a moment later you feel his cum shooting deep inside of you, filling you up in ways you never even imagined possible.

He fucks you through your highs, his grip unwavering on your hips. It feels amazing to be used like this, to feel rope upon rope of Seungcheol’s seed invading you and coating your walls.

And the sounds he’s making- rough grunts and groans- you’ve never heard anything like it. You’ve never been this head over heals for someone before, and the notion shocks you.

Maybe you really were meant for each other- it’s hard to say what’s real as you sacrifice yourself to be his little cum dump, taking every last drop until he stills behind you, cock still buried to the hilt.

He’s breathing heavily, his gasps teasing your back.

Neither of you say anything for a solid minute.

One of his hands leaves your hip, trailing along your spine. “Good girl.”

You can only whimper in response.

“I will admit, I’m still disappointed you’re not adept in the art of witchcraft, although, that’s hardly your own fault.” What a topic change. “I’ll find you someone to teach you, you’ll have lots of time to devote to the craft.”

His palm flattens against the small of your back, and he wordlessly prompts you to flatten onto your belly, pressing his own large chest against you like a blanket. His lips find your throat, and he peppers your skin in kisses.

“Your days will be spent learning how to be a Queen, and your nights will be spent like this, with me.” His nose nuzzles by your cheek. “And tomorrow, I’ll make you my bride, officially.”

“Tomorrow?” you squeak. “Isn’t that a little… too soon?”

“I’ve waited three hundred years for you, little love. At this point, there’s no such thing as too soon.”

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🔮 preview. “Trust me, little love, I haven’t cum in you for months, pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to help myself even if I tried.” With a grin, you allow Seungcheol to cup his fingers around the nape of your neck, dragging your lips to his. He kisses you as eagerly as he had the very first time, pushing you backward with his large form until you bump against the window. “I’ve got an idea,” your husband tells you, his mouth moving to your throat. “I wanna fuck you against this, want you to look at your kingdom while I pump our second heir deep into your perfect little pussy.”

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, impreg kink, cum kink, oral (f recieving), fingering, demon magic as a vibrator, fucking against a window, fucking while wearing a dress, quickie, biting/marking/blood licking, breast play, dirty talk, praise, begging, etc… I petnames. (hers) baby, little love, little sweet, etc… (his) daddy, sir.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.7k I teaser wc. 200

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!reader

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Hell is no place to raise a child, and it’s not a place that is easily accessible to witches either- which is why, soon into your pregnancy, Seungcheol made it his mission to find you a safe haven on Earth that you could call home.

Nestled in a small valley, far from any towns or cities, Seungcheol crafted you a home. It’s a cottage, very different from the Hell palace you’d become accustomed to.

Your days are spent basking in the sunshine with your tutor, a witch of a strong family blood line who had long been acquainted with the King of Hell. Your teacher, a woman named Faeble, also acted as your midwife, ensuring your birth with your first child was as seamless as possible, with the aid of magic of course.

She tends to the wards, teaching you about the ways of the witches, and helps you raise your son- she’s become like the mother you never got to have, and your days are peaceful.

In the evenings, Seungcheol appears, whisking you and your son away to the safety of Hell. It’s a simple little life you’ve made for yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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