ahhh ayo I really liked your recent sanji fic 🤭 confession: dubcon and these kinda situations etc esp with sweet characters is kind of my guilty pleasure 😭💖 ik he wouldn't do it canonically but I thought you wrote him in character as well as one could for this typa thing. I read some of your other stuff too!! I really hope you write more for sanji haha 💖💖 I started op recently and I'm only on skypiea but my mind i filled with sanji brainrot 🥴
thank you so much!!! <3
I was a little worried when I posted the story but I'm glad you like it! He was the first character that came to mind when I planned the story. Sanji really is such a gentleman.
tw: nsfw + non-con + chikan + public sex + breeding + stalking + voyeurism 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.4k
a/n: Shhh I know this is late + I know I said every Friday (sorry!). Anyway, our man Sanji will never violate a woman but in this modern AU Kinktober #3 fic, he just can’t help himself. As usual, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this! Thanks for all the support and hoped you guys have a great Kinktober.
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00:27
Checking your wristwatch, you heaved a sigh of relief. You had made it to the station to catch the last train home with a few minutes to spare. Usually, you wouldn’t have left the office after midnight, always having to squeeze in between all sorts of nasty and inconsiderate people during the rush hour. If it wasn’t for your idiot boss who dumped a stack of last-minute paperwork on your desk, leaving you no choice but to work unpaid overtime, you would’ve been in bed by now, all snuggled and ready to get some sleep before your alarm rang promptly at six a.m. You needed to quit your job fast, and you were tempted to write your resignation letter as soon as you got home. Your mood further soured when the sudden gust of wind made you shiver. In your haste to leave, you had forgotten to wear your jacket left hanging on your chair, and your short pencil skirt wasn’t helping much. You knew you should’ve worn pants.
Your eyes wandered around the station platform, noticing a few others waiting while glued to their devices. No one stood out, but the same uneasy feeling returned. It was as if someone was watching you from afar. This had been going on for two weeks, at the same station every time you got off work. You had confided in a trusted friend, but that was it. There wasn’t any evidence that someone was watching you, and even if they did, you couldn’t report them to the police for staring. Reaching into your shoulder bag, you pulled out your phone and pretended to text. It was dead, and you didn’t have a portable charger. Hopefully, you won’t need your phone. With the train approaching, you shook it off and took a deep breath. There was no use overthinking; you were probably imagining things from being tired and paranoid.
Stepping into the nearly empty train carriage, you decided to stand near the opposite doors and watch the moving skyline, hoping it would calm you down. It did, for a little while, until you felt stray hands lightly touching your hips. Shit, shit, shit, why did you let your guard down? Alarmed and tensed up, you tried to push the hands away, only for them to snake around your waist, holding you tighter. You caught a whiff of strong cologne and cigarette smoke from the body pressed against yours.
“Finally, I was worried I didn’t see you today. You didn’t tell me you were getting off work this late. It’s not safe, darling,” a male voice whispered.
You timidly looked at the reflection in the windows. The male, his blond hair covering the right side of his face, was much taller than you and dressed elegantly in a black, double-breasted suit with a pinstripe shirt underneath. He was handsome and a hundred per cent your type; you would’ve easily said yes to a date with him. However, his eyes were glazed with nothing but lust. There was no denying he was your stalker, and you needed to get yourself out of there.
“Let go of me,” you demanded, but your voice sounded small over the sounds of the moving vehicle running along the tracks.
He let out a chuckle. Letting you go would be the last thing he’d ever do. He had been waiting to get you for so long — the endless nights he spent thinking about you, dreaming of having you in his arms. He knew he had to have you the minute he laid eyes on you.
“You look so pretty today, wearing a little skirt like this. You really do know what I like, hmm?”
His right hand slid between your thighs, spreading them open and then caressing you slowly. You frantically tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail while trying to get the attention of someone else who could help you. However, the only other passenger was at the far end of the carriage, sleeping in his seat with headphones on, his heavy metal music on blast. You felt helpless as he continued to hike your skirt further up, his fingers running along your clothed slit. You were wet, though you’d never thought you’d be. Shaking your head in raw panic and denial, you begged him to stop as tears began to prick the corner of your eyes.
“Shh, hey, no crying now. Just relax for me and listen to your body,” he coaxed, pushing your panties to the side. “I’ll make you feel good. Promise you that.”
You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of entertaining him. However, at the first feel of his long fingers dipping inside you, you arched your back involuntarily, and a sweet little cry escaped your parted lips. God, you were so intoxicating. He thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His fingers moved in and out rapidly, wanting to see you come undone before him. Unable to hide his impatience, his other hand practically ripped the top buttons off your blouse before unclasping your bra to fondle your breast. He softly sucked on your nape while his fingers pinched and twisted your sensitive nipple, bringing you to the edge and back. You could barely register anything, the overwhelming euphoria beginning to fog your mind. This man was violating you, yet you enjoyed it, willingly submitting to him.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me- Shit, I can’t take it any longer. I need you. I need to feel you.”
He took his fingers out of you, leaving you empty for a brief second before his thick cock sunk inside you. He had been so excited that he had forgotten to use the condom he had brought in his trousers pocket. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was too big for you, but he assured you with endless praises and kisses that you could take him. All you could do was press your palms onto the windows for support, legs trembling and your walls clenching tightly around him as he drove hard and fast into you. Deep, guttural groans filled your ears while his fingers circled your clit skilfully.
“Sanji,” he said suddenly, starting to pant. He was reaching his limit, and he knew you were too. “Fuck, darling, need you to moan my name.”
He flipped you around, clumsily pulling down your panties before hoisting you up, your bag falling to the floor. His pace remained unrelenting, and you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him, needing to feel closer to him. Pleasantly surprised that you had kissed him first, Sanji returned your kisses with more passion and hunger. And then, you shamelessly cried his name as you both orgasmed, his cock pulsing within your walls as his warm seed filled you up completely. He stayed inside you for a good minute, ensuring his cum wouldn’t spill out before helping you wear your stained panties. He then removed his blazer, letting you wear it to cover up your body.
“I don't want to let you go, but that’s all the time we have,” Sanji said, reaching to caress your cheek. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at five. Don’t be late again. All right, darling?”
You hadn’t realised that you were almost reaching your stop and that the man in the carriage had woken up long ago, no longer listening to his music. Looking up at the blonde, you found yourself nodding obediently, not knowing what else to say or do. Did you really want to see him again? And were you actually looking forward to the next meeting?
There was a brief automated announcement, and the train doors opened. Giving you a peck on the cheek, Sanji wished you good night and a safe trip home before handing you your bag and gently pushing you out. You awkwardly stayed on the platform, adjusting your clothes as you watched the train leave and disappear into the night. The ache wouldn’t go away no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and you hated yourself for that. Your mind was hazy, but the answer was clear: you wanted him.
Back on the train, the satisfied Sanji plopped himself in the seat next to the other passenger with a loud sigh, unable to get you off his mind. Perhaps he should’ve followed you home after all.
“She’s that good, huh?” the other man asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“Yeah, I told you she’s perfect. I bet you enjoyed the show, jerking off to how cute she sounds. She’s irresistible and so needy. She’ll be begging for more, I’m sure of it.”
The man shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll see for myself how good she takes my cock tomorrow.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Marimo,” Sanji laughed dangerously, barely suppressing his anger. “I’m not planning on sharing what’s mine.”
Refusing to be married off to a misogynist, reader runs away in search of her own freedom, only to be trapped in another cruel prison with the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna.
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Unable to control his impatience, Sanji makes his move on reader on a public train.
tw: nsfw + non-con + monsterfucking + double penetration + breeding + dead dove: do not eat 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.9k
a/n: Kinktober story #2 is with the king, Ryomen Sukuna. I can’t believe I haven’t written a Sukuna smut yet! Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this, but this is really dark, so please read at your own risk!
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“What did you say?” your father challenged, his voice low and dangerous.
Behind him, your mother was silently shaking her head, begging you not to speak your mind. You had obeyed all your parents’ wishes since you were young, never questioning or disagreeing because it was ‘best for you’ even though you hated it. This time, however, it was not an option. You knew your worth, despite being a daughter in a lower-class noble family, and you were not going to tolerate being married off to a family full of misogynists. As poor as you were, you would not stoop down to the current head of the family, Zenin Naoya, and beg your to-be husband to save you and your clan. You wanted to be selfish, just this once. Was it so wrong to search for your own happiness?
Mustering your courage, you firmly replied, “I said no, father. I will not marry him tomorrow.”
“How dare you, wretched bitch!”
Before you even realised it, he had slapped you hard across your face, leaving an angry, red imprint on your cheek. You were foolish to think that your mother would step in and help you. Instead, she had done the opposite, reprimanding you for being rude to your father. You couldn’t believe it. The look in their eyes was enough to tell you that they were both cowards, willing to give you up just so they could survive. They had never cared about you, and you only had yourself to blame for not noticing earlier. This life was cruel, and you have had enough.
So you left and never looked back, grasping at your only chance at freedom. Ignoring the frantic pleas for you to return, you kept running into the deep forest, knowing no one, not even your parents, would dare to set foot in. No one was that suicidal. After all, there were rumours of a cursed demonic beast living in the forest which mercilessly killed humans should they enter its domain. Unfortunately, no one came back alive to confirm it. But you didn’t care. Whatever monster it was out there couldn’t possibly be worse than Zenin Naoya himself.
You didn’t know how long you had been on the run; all the trees looked the same, and it felt like you had been going around in circles. You were starting to get out of breath when it suddenly poured, the rain drenching you in seconds. With no lamp to guide your way, you trudged forward carelessly, hoping to find shelter in the darkness of the night. Thankfully, you quickly came across what looked to be an abandoned temple that seemed safe enough, so you went in without thinking twice. You could barely step forward without tripping over the uneven stone floor. Then, as if sensing your presence, the torches on the walls lit up all at once, startling you. You could finally see a long, winding corridor ahead of you, beckoning you to keep walking. Taking a deep breath, you kept close to the left wall until you reached a room that was completely bare, save for the empty throne in the middle. You could probably rest until the rain stopped, but something felt terribly wrong. You got the notion that someone, or something, had been watching you ever since you entered the forest.
“Well, well… What do we have here? A lost little bunny, seeking refuge from the storm.”
The low voice came from the throne. An attractive man with tattoos all over his body was sitting on it, legs crossed over the other and his chin resting on his right hand. You started to panic when the room began to transform — the walls disappeared altogether, and skulls and bones were scattered all over the stone floor that was now filled with a thick liquid resembling blood. Maybe it really was blood; you didn’t really want to know. However, everywhere you looked, you couldn’t find a way out. You were trapped.
“Who are you?” you questioned, failing to mask your shaking voice.
“Curious one, aren’t you?” he mused. “The name’s Ryomen Sukuna. I used to rule these lands thousands of years ago, and people revered me like a God. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”
Ryomen Sukuna. His name was all too familiar. He wasn’t just a monster. He was the King of Curses, responsible for millions of deaths in search of power and glory. It seemed like the rumours of him being resurrected were true after all. If you had remembered correctly, he was dangerous, highly intelligent and manipulative. There was no way you could fight, much less exorcise him. You were no sorcerer; you knew nothing of spells and the like. You needed to figure out how to escape his innate domain before he could make his first move. But with his piercing red eyes staring right into your soul, you froze, too scared to think or even breathe.
“N- no, I don’t think I have. Actually, I’m really sorry. I should probably get going now. My husband will get worried if I’m not home soon.”
“You think I’d let you leave here alive after lying to me? Know your place, lowly human,” Sukuna growled, and you knew you had messed up. “Don’t worry, you’ll make a fine meal.”
He rose from his throne, reaching his full height of over three metres tall and revealing his true demonic form. You hurriedly stepped back as he took a step forward, but all you were doing was prolonging your inevitable death. You didn’t want to die, not like this. However, if you hadn’t left home, you would be living and suffering for days on end, and dying by Ryomen Sukuna’s hand sounded like the much better choice. Accepting your fate, you stood still and closed your eyes, waiting for death, but it never came.
You felt his hot breath on your neck as he spoke, “Hah, to think I would’ve forgotten the sweet smell of a virgin! I guess it’s our lucky day. I’ll have you as my mate instead.”
With brute strength, his four hands grabbed your clothes and ripped them to shreds, leaving you naked in front of him. Your pathetic cries as you tried to cover yourself up had Sukuna laughing. There was no use in yelling for help; no one would hear you, and even if they did, he would never let them get close to you. Sukuna would’ve loved to see you fight back or run away, taking great joy in the thrill of a chase, but he wasn’t complaining about how downright submissive you were. Poor little bunny, he had frightened you to the core. He picked you up with ease, the tongue of the mouth on his stomach eagerly licking your body to taste how delicious you were. It was cute to see you struggling in his hold as if you could get him to stop. You let out a little yelp as he roughly threw you onto the throne, caging you in his arms.
“You should be thanking me. I never let anyone else sit on my throne.”
Sukuna spread your legs wide open, taking in the sight of your pretty cunt, just waiting to be used. As impatient as he was, he couldn’t fuck you straight away without prepping you. He wouldn’t want you to break before he could have his fun. Getting down on his knees, Sukuna devoured your cunt while his hands busied themselves with playing with your breasts and rubbing your clit. You were ashamed at how wet you already were for a demon like him. No, you weren’t enjoying it. You couldn’t possibly be. Yet, your body felt unbearably hot, and you needed more.
“Fuuuck,” you moaned involuntarily, succumbing to his temptations.
“Bet that feels nice, huh, little bunny?” Sukuna chuckled, looking up to see your flushed face growing redder as he inserted three of his thick fingers inside your cunt.
The foreign sensation made your hips buck forward as another strangled moan escaped your lips. You tried to shove Sukuna away, but the increasing pleasure was starting to cloud your mind. Just before you could reach your high, Sukuna slipped his fingers soaked with your juices from you and removed his kimono, revealing his veiny cocks. It wasn’t just one, but two fat cocks of monstrous length with both heads flushed and dripping with precum. He placed them at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your folds.
“No, no, no! Please, don’t!” you pleaded, hastily shaking your head. There was absolutely no way those things could fit.
“Are all humans so dramatic? Relax, you’ll be fine.”
Sukuna flipped you over before you could protest again. There was a tight grip on your hips. Then, he split you open as his cocks thrust deep inside you, your belly bulging and walls stretched impossibly wide. It hurt so badly that you screamed, but Sukuna paid no attention to your pain, too obsessed with how small and tight you were. He couldn’t remember the last time he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Your cheeks were damp and streaked, and your legs nearly gave out, but Sukuna held you steady as he drove hard and fast. When you thought you could finally accommodate his size, it felt like he was growing thicker. You orgasmed unexpectedly, spurring Sukuna to bury all of himself inside you until his tips hit your cervix. Your head lolled back, and your body trembled, but he wasn’t planning to stop any time soon, his unrestrained pace making you see stars that you thought you were blacking out. Sukuna’s sharp teeth sunk into the skin on your neck, claiming you as his while one of his hands returned to your neglected clit, harshly rubbing it until you squirted everywhere. You thought you had heard him whispering praises in your ear, but your desperate whines were too loud to make out the words.
Waves after waves of pleasure washed away the pain, and it felt like hours until his hips began to stutter. With a final few thrusts and a satisfied grunt, Sukuna pumped his seed into your womb, stuffing you to the brim and not letting a single drop go of it to waste. He finally pulled out of your abused cunt and admired your exhausted body, littered with bite markings and dried blood, now slumped against the throne. Your eyes began to flutter close, and you were about to pass out when you felt Sukuna moving you. Draping his kimono over your body, he pulled you onto his lap as he sat on his throne. You leaned into his broad chest as he gently caressed your dishevelled hair, lulling you to sleep. Sukuna found it amusing that you were so quick to trust him, and all he needed to do was show you a bit of affection.
“When you’ve rested enough, I’ll fuck you again and again until the only thing you can think of is having my cocks in you all the time. But,” Sukuna warned, forcing you to look up at him. “If you're not pregnant in the next few months, I will enjoy torturing you to death for wasting my time. Understand?”
Heart sinking into despair, you were rudely reminded of the role you were made to accept. Perhaps this was your punishment for all your sins, and there was nothing else you could do but nod. Sukuna grinned at your compliance and rewarded you with a tender but possessive kiss.
“Now, sleep tight and sweet dreams, little bunny.”
a/n: I’ll take obsessive, manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend Dabi over Hawks any day oops- This is Kinktober story #1 from yours truly <3 I’ll be releasing Kinktober stories every Friday (I can’t commit to daily releases welp weekly it is), so look out for two more stories coming your way! After all the stories are out, I’ll open requests again so stay tuned, loves xx
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For the third evening that week in a row, you found yourself alone in your bed again. There were no calls or texts, absolutely nothing from your ever-so-busy boyfriend Keigo, who had left you on read for the past few hours. What was so urgent that Keigo would ignore you? It wasn’t like the town was burning or getting overthrown by villains, though at this point, it might as well. Didn’t he remember that you had been excitedly waiting to celebrate your birthday with him that weekend? Everything had been planned out to the detail, and all he had to do was to show up. Was it so wrong that you just wanted to feel loved?
Perhaps it was partly your fault for expecting so much from the number two pro-hero. Even so, you were fed up with the constant lies and broken promises to spend time with you. What a hypocrite. You should’ve left him long ago, but you still decided to give him another chance. You were a fool for ever trusting he would change. Throwing your phone across the room in frustration, you accidentally knocked over something on your desk. The minor inconvenience had you letting out an exaggeratedly annoyed sigh as you forced yourself to get out of bed. Instead of putting it back and then heading straight to sleep, which you knew was impossible, you stared at it in your hands, contemplating. It was your wand vibrator which you bought out of boredom one day when Keigo had made up a recycled excuse for not being able to hang out because of hero work or whatever nonsense he could come up with. Your wand had worked wonders before, so you knew it would surely not disappoint you like Keigo would.
“...Well, fuck me, right?”
Back on the bed, clothes stripped away and body naked, you tried to think of anything or anyone to get you off. Keigo came to mind first, but then you realised he was causing your current stress and anger. So, no, definitely not him. But what about..? You couldn’t. He was an ex for a reason, and he should stay an ex. Besides, wouldn’t it be considered cheating if you had dirty thoughts about him? How his long fingers and pierced tongue would glide across every inch of your skin, slowly and delicately, as he touched you in all the right places. How his kisses pulled you deeper and deeper, making you beg for more, only to be mocked for being such a greedy girl. And how every thrust made you whine and moan until his name was the only word that left your lips like a prayer.
Shit. You could feel your orgasm approaching with the countless memories of how he had made love to you. Now, you couldn’t care less if it was wrong. If you had been more honest with yourself, you would’ve understood that he was the only one who had treated you right, despite all his red flags. Increasing the speed of your wand, you arched your back at the doubling pleasure.
“Ah- Dabi, please!” you whimpered, desperate for your release.
“You called for me, doll?”
Your eyes snapped open at the sudden low voice. Sure enough, your ex-boyfriend Dabi was leaning against the door frame with a devilish smirk gracing his lips. You didn’t even hear him entering your house or realise how long he had been standing there. It took a second for you to snap out of your lustful daze before hurriedly switching off your wand and then pulling up the sheets to cover up your body.
“Dabi! How did you- Get out of my house!”
“Oh, don’t be like that. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” Dabi laughed. “Come on, don’t stop on my account. I want to keep watching you.”
“Stay away from me,” you warned, yet he deliberately ignored your words.
Inching closer towards you, he yanked the sheets off, making you yelp. Should you run? Should you call for help? You didn’t know what to do. Dabi was, and is still, dangerous and unpredictable; you never knew what was going through his head.
“So that bastard Hawks can’t even satisfy you. My poor girl, bet you’ve been waiting for me to come back and fuck you, huh? Well, I’m here now,” he assured. “You know, I’ve been watching all this time. That idiot plays hero and parties all night, then comes back as if nothing happened.”
“What are you saying?” you questioned, fully aware of how shaky your voice was.
“I’m saying he doesn’t care for you. He never did.”
“Y-You’re wrong.”
Dabi raised his eyebrow. “Do you really believe that?”
You bit your lip and averted your eyes. Dabi was probably right; hell, he was always right, but you didn’t want to admit it. You heard Dabi sigh before sitting next to you on the bed. He grabbed your face gently and caressed it. God, you missed his touch. And it didn’t help that his tender voice further tricked you into complacency.
“I still love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“But you killed them,” you said, tearing up. “All those innocent people didn’t have to die. That’s why I left, and you know that.”
Dabi wiped your tears away with his thumb and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I did it for love. I did it for you. Now no one will come in between us.”
He began to kiss you, long and slow, as his hands alternated between massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples. I don’t want this. I need to stop him. So why were you doing the opposite? You shouldn’t be kissing him back. Neither should you be reaching into his pants to palm his hard cock. Your body was acting on its own, and you weren’t thinking straight, your mind in a frenzy with how good he was making you feel.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he hissed, his breath hot on your neck as he pushed his two fingers into your cunt. “And all for me? Such a good fucking girl. My good girl.”
“No, Dabi, not there-”
You tried to push him away, only for him to take the wand and press it against your clit as his fingers curved just the way you liked them. A loud moan escaped your lips before you could stop yourself, the bliss jolting all over your body and reducing you to a mess. Dabi smiled at how easily you gave in to him, knowing there was no point in resisting him. You were too addicted and dependent on him; it’s how he had conditioned you, his obedient little fucktoy. Dabi helped you through your first orgasm, letting you come on his fingers so he could lick your juices off them and taste how deliciously sweet you were. He hadn’t removed the wand just yet; he thought you’d enjoy a little overstimulation. Besides, you looked so breathtakingly gorgeous, just waiting to be bred full of his cum. Dabi couldn’t take it any longer. He had spent too long waiting to make you his once more, and he wouldn’t be making the mistake of letting you go again this time. Removing his pants and boxers, he slid his thick cock right into your tight hole, not giving you time to adjust, and groaned at how eagerly you were clamping down on him. Keigo had evidently never fucked you right, and he was thankful for that. No one deserved to touch you and love you like he could.
“I can’t- please, please, please, no more,” you pleaded, the combined sensation from the wand and his cock too much for you to handle.
Pressing his palm on your lower stomach, he tutted, “We’re only getting started. Don’t tell me you’re already giving up?”
Unable to do anything else, you resigned to your fate. Lewd, squelching noises mingled with the humming vibration and grunts filled the night air. There was no denying it — you had missed Dabi and how sinful his cock felt against your gummy walls. Your throat was dry, and you felt like all your energy was spent, but Dabi fucked you senseless, repeatedly slamming his heavy balls against your skin.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Am I better than your pathetic boyfriend?”
When you didn’t answer him, he threw your left leg over his shoulders, the deeper angle allowing him to eventually bottom out inside you. Pain and pleasure consumed you as you looped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, desperately crying out his name and begging him not to come inside you.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, babydoll, or I’ll punish you and won’t let you come,” Dabi threatened, setting the wand to the maximum speed and continuing to abuse your swollen clit. “Now, tell me what you really want.”
You babbled, “Hah- fuck! Want you to fuck me hard and fill me up like your filthy whore! Dabi, please! I need you!”
“That’s more like it.”
Dabi’s thrusts became sporadic until he flooded your womb with hot ropes of cum, completely filling you to the brim. On the other hand, you had found yourself squirting all over him. It was the first time you had done so, and he cursed under his breath before rewarding you with kisses. Your body continued to shake even as Dabi slowly pulled out of you. He tossed the wand that had died to the side.
“You okay?”
You could only manage a nod with heavy eyelids as you tried to fight off sleep and regain your breathing. All you wanted to do now was to share a cigarette post-fuck with Dabi and cuddle, but he had moved to help clean you up and all the mess pooling on your bedsheets, not that you weren’t thankful for that.
You tugged on his shirt and blurted out, “I love you.”
Dabi’s eyes widened before he let out a breathy chuckle. “Shit, sweetheart. I know. I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”
He kissed you more intensely, and your body was aching again, wanting more of him. And he knew it too. Just then, Keigo returned home, interrupting the two of you in a tender moment. Dabi would’ve been more pissed if he had interrupted earlier, although he wouldn’t mind letting Keigo watch you get ruined. Now that Keigo had seen who you truly belonged to, Dabi smiled victoriously.
“What the fuck-?”
Keigo didn’t know how else to respond. He turned to you in search of an answer, but you remained silent, avoiding his gaze filled with hurt and betrayal. However, you felt no dash of remorse or shame. You felt nothing else for him.
“Oh, hey, Hawks. Just giving my girl an early birthday present. At least I didn’t forget,” Dabi casually said, rubbing salt into the wound. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to continue where we left off and go for round two.”
a/n: This is my first fanfic here! I just had to start it off with my favourite man Aizawa and my favourite genre angst <3
Read part two here: when it rains
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“Stay,” he heard you say, but to him, it didn’t mean anything.
“Stay,” you had asked, no, you had begged for the tenth time that day with tears streaming down your face.
Yet, he spared no glance at you as he removed your hand off the hem of his shirt and turned to walk out the door. You dropped down to your knees, unable to find the strength to chase after him any longer. Your cries went silent, unheard. He was estranged, and you were like a stranger in your own home.
tw: very much angst + mentions of death + depression + suicidal tendencies + alcoholism + unrequited love
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a/n: To the lovely anon who enjoyed this story, I hope you’d like this too. And for you guys who haven’t read part one, read it here: Stay
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The rain hadn’t stopped since that fateful day, just like the storm in his heart that kept tearing him apart. It felt like he was drowning in the void, and he couldn’t break the surface no matter what he did. He had lost all the fight in him. The guilt was eating him alive, and the harsh whispers in his ears constantly reminded him of who he was: a failure.
His apartment was no better, reflecting the state of his mind — empty beer bottles and cigarette packs were among the piles of trash, mingled with unwashed laundry and unopened letters from the school. His handphone was thrown somewhere in the room, left on ‘do not disturb’ mode. The old television in his living room served only as background noise while he sank deep into his tenth bottle that afternoon. He watched his screen abruptly change from a soap opera to breaking news. Although uninterested, he sat up just a little on his worn-out couch and listened to the newscaster.
“This just in. The villain known as ‘The Blood Killer’ was captured by pro-hero Hawks and his squad minutes ago in the city of Musutafu. The Blood Killer has claimed multiple innocent lives over three terrifying months, including the lover of former pro-hero Eraserhead-”
Click. He stood up and threw the remote at the television screen, leaving a wide crack. He should be happy that justice was served and that you were finally avenged, but he felt nothing, just the emptiness shrouding him. He didn’t deserve you. He never did. Nor did he deserve forgiveness.
Everything changed, and Aizawa Shouta was not the same admirable role model that his students, friends and the public used to look up to. Even his best friend, Present Mic, was at a loss himself. Mic tried to comfort and persuade him, but there was only so much he could do when Aizawa kept pushing him away. Aizawa then started missing school and eventually quit being a hero, disappearing from the world altogether. He blamed himself every day. He wanted everything to end, but like the coward he was, he couldn’t find the courage to pull the trigger. Instead, Aizawa turned to the bottle, slowly killing himself until death welcomed him with open arms.
Now that his beer supply was near zero, Aizawa left his apartment for the first time in a while to get more. Stumbling his way into the back alleys, he almost reached the corner shops when he bumped into someone. He tried to go around the man when he was pushed to the ground and landed in a puddle.
“I finally found you.”
Aizawa shielded his eyes from the rain before looking up to see the winged hero glaring at him. “What do you want?”
“Is that really the way you should be talking to me?” Hawks snarled. His hand was balled into a fist, and he was trying his best not to let anger overcome him. “I can’t believe how pathetic you are right now. If they saw you like this-”
“Shut up. Don’t you start-”
“What? I can’t talk about them?” Hawks challenged. “Who was the one who deliberately ignored them when they pleaded for help? It wasn’t me.”
Aizawa gritted his teeth and clumsily stood up, attempting to leave. But the younger man had grabbed his collar and held him against the wall, forcing him to listen.
“You’re not the only one who’s suffering, you selfish bastard! I loved them too! I loved them so fucking much that it hurt to see them upset and neglected because of you. I should’ve never let them date you...”
Only then did Aizawa realise Hawks had been crying. His trembling hands let go of Aizawa’s collar, and he backed away, failing to wipe off the tears on his face. He reached into the pocket on the side of his jacket and shoved a small item into Aizawa’s hands.
“They loved you until their very last breath. If you want to do right by them, then become the man they always wanted you to be.”
With Hawks gone, Aizawa stared at the shiny silver pendant, now covered in dried blood, that he recalled giving to you on your first anniversary with him. He opened it slowly, and his heart broke at the bright smile on your face, with your arm looped around his. You cherished that photo so much, considering how Aizawa didn’t like to have his photograph taken. How did Aizawa not realise how perfect you were until you were gone? Hearing Hawks’ words replaying in his head, Aizawa hastily ran off and headed straight to U.A. High, ignoring the barrels of questions from his students and fellow teachers in the hallways.
“I want to come back,” he panted, opening the door to the office.
Principal Nezu looked up from his stack of paperwork and smiled, immediately accepting his request. Aizawa was still 2A’s homeroom teacher; he was never fired, to begin with.
Over the next few weeks, Aizawa slowly picked himself up with the help of Mic, who hugged him as soon as he saw him. Aizawa had apologised profusely to Mic, his students, and Hawks, who nodded and told him to ‘quit being an asshole’. And then, there was you. On a sunny afternoon when the rain had stopped, Aizawa came to visit your grave for the first time, with the pendant around his neck and a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. Mic had offered to join him, but Aizawa assured him he would be fine. He appreciated the support, but it was something he had to do on his own. Aizawa remorsefully sighed as he touched your headstone.
“I took too long to come here, huh? I understand if you don’t want to accept my apology, but I want to tell you that I am truly sorry for everything. I hurt you so much, and yet, you chose to stay. I should’ve been with you. I’m so sorry.”
Aizawa was on the verge of tears but took a deep breath. Maintaining his composure, he sat on his knees and gently laid the flowers down. He brought his hands to prayer, offering one to you.
“I hope you will be happy now in heaven,” he whispered, finally coming to terms and being able to put a smile on his face. “Thank you for loving me and for being my all. May you rest in peace, my love.”
asdfghjkl I’m craving for more step daddy toji too (who isn’t?!) I have so many suggestions from you guys + ideas on my own but I can’t commit!!! 😭😭😭 I’ll probably have part three out IF I have the time and energy to write
Hi honey, i wanna ask a question, have you ever thought of writing a sequel to your story "Stay"? Like how Aizawa dealt with reader's death, how he struggled with his guilt, and how he acted when he met the Hawks somewhere? Your story is so beautiful that every time I read it, it hurts like I'm reading it for the first time 😭😭😭
Hi! Stay was my first ever fic here. Glad that you like it! I’ve never thought about writing a part two (I just wrote it for fun and left it as that) but!! I could probably write up a short angst when I have the time (apologies I’m quite busy these days)
Hello! I know a lot of y’all have been asking. When I made the Sanji angst story based on WCI arc, I didn’t plan to make it a series or a sequel for that matter. Sorry, love. I’ve got no plans to lengthen the story. I think I’ve pretty much exhausted it :(
SCREAMS you don’t know how much Sebastian ruined my childhood asdfjdkfl but thanks so much for requesting this sweetheart. Sorry this took 2 months way too long. Sending lots of love to you <3
f!reader x sebastian michaelis (kuroshitsuji)
tw: a little angst + slight stepcest? + possessive sebastian because it’s a demon’s nature + nsfw + breeding 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.7k
a/n: For the sake of the backstory, I’ll just be using what was revealed in the anime only (which isn’t much tbh). Plus, writing this made me rewatch the manga-canon eps, and damn, do I miss how hot this demon butler is. This is honestly one of my best works for sure.
And I can’t emphasise this enough, please do not send in new requests. I will delete them immediately. Thanks!
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So here’s another kiss to tainted bliss
A toast to empty promise
With virtue pretending love as our ending
We fall by the light of the moon
Parties were never your scene. You didn’t like to mingle with guests and make idle chatter, knowing they were only talking to you to go after your inheritance. As a member of the Phantomhive family, despite being adopted, you had no choice but to perform your duties and entertain them until you felt sick to your stomach. Thankfully, Ciel had allowed you to retire for the night after noticing your discomfort from one of the rude noblemen making an inappropriate remark. You thanked your stepbrother with a chaste peck on his cheek before slipping away unnoticed and heading upstairs to your bedchamber. Exhausted, you collapsed on your bed, not bothering to remove your makeup or change into your nightgown. At the thought of the head butler, however, you jolted up in bed and attempted to straighten the creases on your dress. You didn’t want to deal with him nagging you for the next ten minutes on how a proper lady should behave. Who the hell was he to tell you what to do anyway? Sebastian Michaelis was just a butler, not your stepfather.
Shit. Hugging your knees to your chest, you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. You missed Vincent terribly. He was the first person to show you kindness, taking you in when you were just a frail young girl at death’s door, giving you everything and accepting nothing in return. Vincent had been such a great stepfather to you, treating you equally with Ciel and giving you all the love he could offer. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but have a crush on Vincent. He was perfect in every way, but Sebastian… Sebastian was flawless, and you hated it. You hated how he appeared out of nowhere, standing by Ciel’s side through thick and thin, and took charge of your lives. You hated his devilish charms, the way Sebastian would look at you and treat you like his lover instead of his mistress away from prying eyes. Worst of all, you hated that he had a striking resemblance with Vincent. Had you committed such an unforgivable sin that the heavens above continued to torture you so cruelly? How could you possibly hate Sebastian all this time if you loved him too much?
With a frustrated sigh, you stood up from your bed. You might as well use the opportunity to take a long bath to clear your thoughts before heading to sleep. Stripping down to your intimates, you hadn’t heard the door to your room opening. You were startled when you suddenly felt a presence behind you, and if not for the butler pressing his finger to your lips, you would’ve screamed out loud, alerting the whole manor.
“Sebastian, what are you- Don’t look!” you scolded, immediately swatting his hand away and covering your chest with your arms. “You should’ve knocked.”
“My apologies, my lady. I did knock, but you didn’t answer, so I came in to check in on you,” he replied, bowing down to you. “The young master has ordered me to serve you for the remainder of the night.”
“There’s no need for that. You may return to your duties,” you said, unintentionally sounding harsher than you had meant, but the butler didn’t seem to mind.
“I’m afraid I cannot disobey orders. What can I do for you, my lady, to satisfy your needs?”
There it was again — the teasing words and the smirk curling up at the corner of his lips. He was doing it on purpose now. How dare he make a fool of you, knowing you weren’t the same naïve 18-year-old girl when you first met him three years ago. You slapped him hard across the face that the palm of your hand stung, unsure of what else you had to do to free yourself from his dastardly spell. You had expected him to get angry, but Sebastian only chuckled, his glowing fuchsia eyes staring back at you in amusement. You backed away, finding yourself trapped between the wall and the towering figure in front of you, with nowhere to escape.
“Oh? So my lady likes it rough. I believe I won’t need to hold back then,” he said, lowering his lips to your ear. “This is what your heart desires, no?”
“You-!”
Sebastian was quick to stop you from slapping him again. Frustration overwhelmed you, and you knew you couldn’t win against him no matter how hard you tried — you couldn’t resist him. Your other hand reached to grab his collar and pulled him down, catching him by surprise as you kissed him. Sebastian kissed you back, but it wasn’t gentleness that you wanted, not after all these years of waiting. He had sensed your hunger, of course. What kind of butler would he be if he didn’t know just how much you whined for him on those lonely nights, wishing he was satisfying you? Despite that, he needed to hear it come straight from your pretty mouth. Pulling away from the kiss, Sebastian held your burning gaze.
“Tell me, what is it that you so desperately crave for, and I will make your wish come true.”
“I want you, Sebastian. I need you to fuck me right now,” you commanded.
“Yes, my lady.”
The next instant, you were lying on the bed with Sebastian on top of you, bodies naked and lips connecting once more. You watched him in heavy anticipation as he pulled his gloves off with his teeth, a shiver running down your spine as his cold fingertips traced down your breasts to your wet, virgin cunt, then rubbed your clit in a circular motion. You started to feel embarrassed, and you wanted him to stop, but Sebastian pressed a kiss on the bridge of your nose to reassure you. He spread your legs open before sinking his fingers inside you, bit by bit, evoking a strange yet pleasurable thrill. You hurriedly covered your mouth with your hand, afraid that the vulgar sounds you’d make escape you. What if the many others, especially your little stepbrother, at the party heard you? What would they think of you, a dirty whore escaping the party to fuck her servant? But Sebastian paid no mind to your worries, continuing to work his fingers in and out. Then suddenly, you arched your back, filled with a flooding sensation that made you cry out.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian murmured, licking his fingers now drenched in your sweet slick. “I’ve never had a human so divine like you in all my years of existence.”
You barely had the chance to catch a breath, the hot tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your cunt stretched wider to accommodate his girthy cock slowly pushing inside you. It felt as though he was splitting you in half, the veins of his cock throbbing against your walls, despite him giving you a moment to adjust to his size. You wanted to say that it hurt, that he was too big and you couldn’t take him, but alas, those words never left your mouth.
“God, Sebastian!” you screamed, hands desperately clinging to him.
“God? I’m not a God, darling. But for you, I will be.”
With his fingers gripping onto your hips to steady you, he began to thrust, hitting your sweet spot every time, all while showering you with praises. At this point, you couldn’t care less how loud you were. The pain eventually dulled into pleasure, and all you could think about was how sinfully good his cock felt as you moaned his name like a prayer. Oh, how Sebastian loved the sound of your voice, so needy and all for him. But it wasn’t enough, not for a starving demon like him who just had his first taste of the forbidden fruit. Fueled by carnal desire, he quickened his pace, making you wrap your legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut when he sucked your neck, just above your collarbone. Then, without warning, he sank his teeth into your skin, roughly marking you as if claiming you, body and soul.
“Ah- Sebastian! Please!”
“What is it, my pretty angel?” he asked, feigning innocence at your little whimper. “Do you want me to come inside your tight little hole and fill you up until you’re full?”
You nodded, babbling out, “Yes, yes! Please, Sebastian! Come inside me, please!”
In a heated frenzy, your mind went blank as you came undone, your delicate body quivering uncontrollably underneath him. Sebastian buried his face in the crook of your neck as he spurted ropes of his hot cum inside you, only pulling out when you both came down from your high. Watching his cum leaking out of your hole, Sebastian sighed at the mess he had made on your bed. In no time, Sebastian had cleaned you up thoroughly, dressed you in a nightgown and replaced the bedsheets with fresh ones. He smiled at the sight of you curled up before placing a light kiss on the top of your head and wishing you goodnight.
“Stay,” you half-whispered, catching his wrist before he could leave the room. “Stay with me for tonight.”
Sebastian didn’t sleep, deeming it a luxury, yet he obliged, letting you pull him into bed next to you. Throwing the covers over your bodies, he stroked your hair adoringly while you leaned comfortably into his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. However, a part of you didn’t want the night to end. You didn’t want to think about tomorrow, how everything, or worse, nothing would change. You didn’t care for taboo; all you knew was that you didn’t want it to go back to being mistress and butler.
Forcing yourself to suppress a yawn, you looked up at him and admitted, “I love you, Sebastian. Please don’t leave me.”
The demon butler had no slightest intent on giving up his prey- no, his mate to anyone, even if that meant sacrificing everything else for you. Devoting himself to you and only you, Sebastian wrapped his strong arms around you protectively, kissing your eyelids, and you closed them heavily.
“I promise you, darling. You’re mine for eternity.”
Hey, love. I’m really sorry this took way too long to write, but thank you for requesting this <3
f!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)
tw: nsfw + breeding 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 0.7k
a/n: Realised I haven’t written for Daddyzawa for months now (what a crime!). So here you go, guys x Also, please be reminded, do not send in new requests. Thanks!
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5 months, 17 days and 2 hours.
Aizawa Shouta had not seen you in person for nearly half a year since you had left the country for a work opportunity following your recent promotion. He was happy for you, of course. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he wasn’t supportive of you?
But he had been so lonely and restless. Aizawa didn’t know what to do in his own home now that he was so comfortable with you being a part of his daily routine. Afternoon naps seemed uncomfortable, having no one to cuddle with under the warm blanket for hours. Even something as small as drinking coffee in the morning didn’t sit right with him. Aizawa missed hearing your voice right next to him, seeing your sweet smile on your lips and breathing in your scent. It was driving him insane that you weren’t in his arms, demanding his attention and wanting to be kissed every minute or so. He can’t help it; being away from you for too long made him beyond sexually frustrated. Picturing you while he masturbated wasn’t the same. Phone sex wasn’t able to make it up, and it was hard to call you in different timezones. Aizawa had to have you; the sooner, the better, or he’d go insane.
The second you returned home, Aizawa said nothing but pushed you against the front door and crashed his lips against yours, hungry and unrestrained. Although this wasn’t exactly the welcome you were picturing, you weren’t against it either, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal passion. With his lips never leaving yours, he began to undress you until you were bare in front of him.
“Mhm, Shouta-”
“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, hoisting you up quickly.
Carrying you to the coffee table, Aizawa placed you down carefully before tying his hair into a messy bun. He then knelt down in front of you, as if in prayer, and spread your legs wide open. Normally, he would take things slow and easy, but the delicious sight of you was too much for him to hold back. Hiking your legs over his shoulders, he devoured you. Every lick, every flick of his tongue, and the burn from his stubble sent intense waves of pleasure through your body, forcing you to hold onto the table to steady yourself. Aizawa knew you were getting close with the way you were whining, so he pushed two fingers inside your cunt while his thumb rubbed against your clit harshly. No coherent words left your lips as you came all over his face. He made sure to lap up all your juices before deeply kissing you on your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself.
“So fucking good,” he praised, pulling away from the kiss with a trail of saliva attached to your tongues. “Gonna fuck you till you’re full, so take all of me like the good girl you are, okay?”
You could barely nod in response, watching him unzip his pants just enough for him to take out his aching cock. Thrusting deep inside you, Aizawa’s breath was in your ear, groaning at how tight you were, clamping down on him. He loved to see your cute tits bounce as his cock continuously slipped in and out of your cunt, and he couldn’t help himself from sucking one of your nipples. Tangled in ecstasy, both of you continued to make love for hours on end, eventually moving to the bedroom, and despite the many times you came, Aizawa’s pace remained relentless, his sensual torture too much for you to handle now.
“Can’t- I can’t anymore,” your voice came out strained, already seeing stars.
“Yes, you can,” he cooed, kissing your temple. “Just one more. I need one more. I know you can do it.”
Aizawa grasped your hips, thrusting over and over again until he felt his own release building. He pulled you into his arms as you came undone, the rippling spasms of your cunt milking his cock. He thrust into you one last time, and thick ropes of cum filled your womb. He waited a moment before pulling out, then collapsed on the bed next to you, bodies shaking and glistening with sweat. Aizawa rolled on his side to face you, gently smiling as he pushed the strands of hair covering your face.
a/n: Doflamingo is a mean bastard, but I’d let him do anything to me. So here’s this year’s birthday present from me to me x (As usual, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this)
Read the previous birthday fic: here
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“You look absolutely stunning tonight, darling. Red is really your colour.”
Tearing her eyes from her brightly-lit phone screen, Amara realised that the tall man dressed in a custom-tailored three-piece suit was addressing her. She quickly tucked her phone back into her purse, clasping it shut before smoothing her evening dress out of habit.
“Thank you, Mr Donquixote. You’re too kind,” Amara said as a blush crept to her cheeks.
If she was being truthful, Donquixote Doflamingo looked handsome and sleek as he always did. The company director had an air of confidence and the charisma of a natural-born king. After all, he had a reputation to maintain and uphold. She, and many others, she was sure, were also drawn to his mysteriousness. He was always hiding his eyes behind his signature red-tinted sunglasses he would wear everywhere he went. It made her wonder what colour his eyes were and if anyone had seen them before. Were they brown like decadent chocolate, so devilishly taunting and tempting? Or perhaps as green as emeralds, magnificent and alluring?
“Please call me Doflamingo or Doffy if you wish. I’m not your boss,” Doflamingo chuckled. “I assume you’re waiting for Law?”
“Yes, he told me to wait outside the restaurant,” she replied, trying not to look dejected, but the older man caught the change in her tone.
“He’s late, isn’t he?” he frowned, a bulging vein appearing on his forehead. “How long have you been waiting for him?”
“Um... about twenty minutes- but it’s not a big deal! I know how busy he always is, and I’m just glad to be able to spend some time with him.”
Poor girl. How dare he make her wait. Doflamingo shook his head disapprovingly, seeing the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. He had seen through her blatant lie, not that she was ever good at lying in the first place.
“That won’t do. How about this — why don’t we head in first? It appears that I arrived a little too early for my business dinner, and I’d love it if you could accompany me for the time being. I’m sure Law wouldn’t mind.”
Amara was hesitant, but the pain in her ankles from standing too long in her brand new 5-inch heels was begging her to accept his offer. It had been more than an hour since she stood by herself, and she had contemplated leaving after seeing happy couples walking hand-in-hand. To her knowledge, Law would’ve ended his shift in the early evening, allowing plenty of time for him to make his way to the restaurant that wasn't too far from the hospital. She tried to convince herself that perhaps he was caught up with work like he usually was. Law was a very detailed and hardworking man, a perfectionist to the core, and Doflamingo knew it too, having named him his best doctor. Amara felt terrible for lying to Doflamingo, but she didn’t want to make Law look bad in front of his boss. She eventually nodded, accepting his gracious invitation, making his usual grin return to his face.
“Fantastic! Shall we?”
Like a gentleman he was, Doflamingo placed his hand at the small of her back as they walked up to the reception desk. The waiter greeted Doflamingo, immediately bowing down to him at a perfect ninety-degree angle.
“Welcome, Mr Donquixote. Your usual table is ready. Please follow me, sir.”
“After you, my lady.”
Amara giggled when Doflamingo offered his outstretched hand for her to take, treating her like a princess as he led her inside the restaurant. She remembered how Law would frequently remind her not to hang around Doflamingo for too long, preferably not at all if possible. However, she didn’t see anything wrong with it. If nothing, Doflamingo was a responsible man who knew not to stand up his date. Amara couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at Law, wondering if he had seen any of her texts or missed calls. He had a bad habit of not checking his phone while working, but surely he hadn’t forgotten their anniversary that she had been planning for weeks? It couldn’t be that she was the only one excited about the dinner. She had even taken a lot of time and effort to doll up for him, hoping he would compliment her or, at the very least, take notice. Was she asking for too much?
“Here we are, sir, miss.”
Doflamingo stopped the waiter and pulled the chair out for her instead. Amara thanked him as she sat down, instantly distracted by the gorgeous view of the city beneath her, illuminated by street lights dancing in the dark. She saw Doflamingo watching her through the window reflection and realised that she had rudely spaced out for quite some time. Unaware of the dark desires swimming in his eyes, Amara apologised with haste, but Doflamingo reassured her not to worry. She exhaled in relief that she hadn’t made a fool of herself yet. The waiter soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of expensive, aged wine that Amara had herself thinking if she should’ve pushed his offer, but Doflamingo had raised his filled glass and nodded at her to do the same.
“Cheers.”
“To what?”
“To us,” he smiled. “And a beautiful evening ahead.”
Clinking their glasses, she took a sip of the delicious red wine that matched the colour of her dress. The restaurant faded into the background as she continued chatting with Doflamingo as if they had known each other for years. It was so easy and comfortable to talk to him that Amara didn’t notice she had lost track of time. She only diverted her attention away from Doflamingo when she spotted a familiar someone at a nearby table. At first, she couldn’t comprehend what was happening until Doflamingo tried to block her view. Amara ignored and pushed past him, lips quivering as anger quickly overwhelmed her.
“So, this is work?” she spat as tears coursed down her cheeks faster than her heartbeat.
Her fiancé of three years abruptly stopped, as if snapping out of a trance, then pushed away the woman he had just been kissing on their anniversary night. Well, ex-fiancé now. She was foolish for placing her faith and trust in him. All those nights she spent patiently waiting for him to return from work? He was probably going out with another woman, or women, and having the time of his life instead of entertaining boring old her. Amara only had herself to blame; she should’ve seen the signs of how he was losing interest in her. Unable to stop the nauseousness, Amara turned to leave, but Law had grabbed her arm and pleaded for her to hear him out, stating that she had got it all wrong. However, Amara’s only response was to slap him across the face before heading out of the restaurant, saving what little dignity she had left, if any. Stepping out onto the cold street, Amara broke down and choked on her sobs uncontrollably, feeling betrayed and humiliated beyond repair. Her night, possibly her entire life too, was ruined, and she couldn't do anything about it. Not a minute later, a jacket was draped around her shoulders, the warmth temporarily making her forget her disastrous situation as she looked up at the blonde man.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea Law was like that,” Doflamingo spoke solemnly.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” Amara mumbled, her voice strained and broken, embarrassed that he had to see a pathetic lovers’ breakup.
“Can I offer to take you home?”
She shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay. I wouldn’t want you to miss your business dinner.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me,” he assured, lightly wiping her tears away with his thumb. “I can always reschedule it. You’re far more important to me than some corporate meeting.”
She didn’t have to think twice before taking up his offer, wanting to get out of there as fast and far away as possible. She couldn’t return home to their apartment, knowing that would be the first place Law would go to find her. She didn’t know where else she could go, but the one thing Amara knew for sure was that she didn’t want to see or hear from Law ever again.
“Take me anywhere but here. Please.”
“Of course. Anything for you.”
A limousine rolled into view as soon as Doflamingo finished tapping on his phone screen. He opened the door for her, and she entered without another word. Law, panting and panicking, came rushing out of the restaurant, trying to find her, but she was long gone. He was too late to change their fates, now twisted and sealed.
The ride remained silent, and she was thankful that Doflamingo respected her boundaries. He only called her name when the limousine had stopped in the driveway of a tall building in the middle of town. Taking the lift to the uppermost floor, Doflamingo welcomed her to his penthouse suite and invited her to take a seat. She watched him take a few bottles from his bar, expertly mixing and pouring the drink into a cocktail glass, then finishing it with a lemon slice at the top.
“Here you go, darling. Only the best for you.”
Thanking him, Amara took a sip of the cocktail, tasting the sweetness and sourness all at once. One drink turned into three, then seven and counting. At this point, the alcohol was burning the back of her throat, but Amara was too drunk to care. Overwhelmed with emotions, she shared everything with Doflamingo, who sat next to her, patiently listening to her complaints and worries. He even comforted her, which Law would never do, instead telling her to “get over it” and “be mature”. And unlike Law, Doflamingo had been gentle and caring, always staying by her side, prioritising her above anything else. Why couldn’t Law be like him?
“Dofla- hic- Doffy, am I really that worthless?”
“Nonsense. You’re perfect, Amara,” he answered, carefully taking the empty glass from her hand and placing it on the table.
“Then why didn’t Law love me back? Am I not perfect enough for him?”
She was coming closer to him now, staring up at him with her doe eyes, needing an answer, an assurance of some sort. Doflamingo didn’t move away, allowing her to climb into his lap. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, their faces just inches away from each other.
“Forget him, Amara. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Her gaze slowly lowered to his lips, then back up again. “Then, do I deserve you?”
“More than you know.”
Amara leaned in abruptly and kissed Doflamingo, breathing in his musk. As he kissed her back with equal hunger and passion, all she could think about was how right it felt. Amara couldn’t stop kissing him, and she didn’t want to stop. However, when her consciousness kicked in, she pulled away out of guilt or shame she didn’t know.
“Shit- I- I can’t,” she muttered, unable to look at him. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to move away, but Doflamingo held her tight in his arms. He tilted her chin with his fingers before brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Why not, baby? He cheated first. He didn’t care about you, but me? I will give the whole world to you,” Doflamingo promised, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you, Amara. I won’t ever let you go.”
“Y-you love me?” she repeated, unsure if she had heard him right or if the alcohol was still messing with her mind.
He smiled warmly and nodded. “I love you, Amara. And I’ll show you just how much I love you.”
Doflamingo’s lips crushed against hers, tongue slipping in her mouth and finally claiming what belonged to him. Amara gave in and melted into his embrace, feeling safe and loved for the first time. Doflamingo was right; he wasn’t Law. He was better than him, and she wanted him to take her in every way he could imagine. Her fingers reached upwards and knotted through his short hair, earning a low groan from him. Sensing they were both getting impatient, Doflamingo carried her effortlessly into his bedroom, placing her at the edge of his bed. She kicked her shoes off, watching him remove his jacket and loosening tie before reaching to unzip the back of her dress, slowly undressing her. He kissed her again and unclasped her bra, eagerly squeezing her plump breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. She fell back onto the bed, gasping for more, to which he responded by sucking her hard nipples. He hooked his finger in her underwear, pulling them down her legs and then tossing them onto the floor.
“You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that?” Doflamingo sighed, taking in the gorgeous sight of her completely naked in front of him. “And so wet for me, fuck.”
He wasted no time propping her legs onto his shoulders before delving his tongue into her wet heat. Amara's whines grew increasingly needier by the second as he pushed her to the edge. Then her legs shook as she came all over his mouth, but Doflamingo didn’t stop there. He inserted two fingers inside her, scissoring her open while continuing to lick up all her juices. After she came again, he moved to kiss her, making her taste herself on his lips and fingers, even more so his insatiable hunger.
Despite the pleasure, it was unfair that he was still somewhat fully dressed. Amara didn’t like to be teased too much; it almost felt like a punishment. She pushed him away and practically ripped open his dress shirt, needing to feel his hot skin against hers. He chuckled at this but peeled away all other clothing, except his sunglasses and boxers.
“Are you going to remove your sunglasses? I- I want to see your eyes.”
Doflamingo paused, and Amara panicked, thinking she had asked a sensitive question. She tried to tell him that he didn’t need to, but he interrupted her, “Promise me you won’t hate me.”
“I promise.”
His hands were shaking as he touched his sunglasses, but he managed to compose himself before removing them. Under the dim light, Amara could see a gorgeous pair of reddish-brown eyes staring back at her. There was a nasty scar across his left eye, but she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. He was beautiful, just like how she had imagined him to be.
“I could never hate you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss below his scar. “You’re perfect to me too.”
At this, Doflamingo got off the bed and pulled down his boxers, revealing his huge, twitching cock. She didn’t realise she was staring at it unblinking with her mouth wide open in surprise. Never had she taken something so huge, and Amara didn’t think she could handle it. Doflamingo noticed the change in her expression but paid no mind to it, knowing she was more than ready for him.
“Such a sweetheart you are. Let me give you a present to express my thanks.”
Doflamingo flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. Amara held her breath, anxiously waiting as she felt the tip graze her entrance. She didn’t even get the chance to tell him to wear a condom. When he penetrated her from behind, she cursed, desperately gripping the sheets in her fists.
“Too big! Doffy- Oh God!”
A smirk crossed his face. “That’s right, darling. I’m your God now.”
He began moving rhythmically and skilfully, driving her mad that she was coming again. She could barely hear the praises leaving his mouth, the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against each other echoing louder through the room. Tears pricked her eyes when he eventually bottomed out, a visible bulge appearing on her stomach. It seemed like they had been going at it for hours, and her knees were beginning to give in, but Doflamingo firmly held onto her hips, steadying her.
“So tight. I’m gonna come soon, make you full.”
There was panic in her voice when she turned around, pleading with him, “Don’t- Don’t come inside!”
“It’s okay, darling. It’ll feel good, so take it all like my good girl, okay?”
With a few final thrusts, Doflamingo spilt his seed inside her womb, filling her up. He could go all night if he wanted to with his stamina, but Amara was starting to doze off, and he much preferred to fuck her when she was awake and screaming his name. So he pulled out from her and cleaned her up thoroughly before pulling the covers over her body. He then picked up her cell phone left at the side of the bed, where he had been recording the entire time without her knowledge. Doflamingo clicked his tongue at the dozens of missed calls and unopened messages from Law flooding her inbox. Ignoring everything else, he attached the video and sent it to Law. It didn’t take long before Law texted back, demanding to know the truth before uselessly persuading her to come back to him. She’s mine. Also, you’re fired. Doflamingo texted, then blocked and deleted his contact permanently.
Amara told him that she could never hate him, but if she knew what he had been planning from the start, she would despise him. Law never cheated on her. Doflamingo only made it look like he did, paying a woman to kiss him in the restaurant so that they would break up and he would finally have what rightfully belonged to him. Doflamingo didn’t care if she was never going to forgive him; she wasn’t going to find out anyway. Once he destroyed her phone, he would’ve erased the evidence and cut off all contact from the outside world. There was no need for her to interact with anyone else but him. He was all she needed. Looking back at her sleeping form, he switched off her phone and kept it inside his drawer. He would deal with it later. Slipping underneath the covers, he kissed the top of her forehead as he cuddled her before falling asleep.
The morning after, Amara woke up alone in bed with the worst hangover she’d ever had. She wished she hadn’t had too much to drink, but then again, Amara was recovering from a broken heart, and she couldn’t refuse Doflamingo. A sudden realisation hit her, and she looked down at her naked body. Shit. She couldn’t remember much of what happened last night, but with her body sore and marked with love bites, she knew she had slept with her ex’s boss. Amara liked Doflamingo, but she didn’t think it was right to move on so fast.
“How are you feeling?”
Her head shot up to where Doflamingo was leaning against the door frame in a bathrobe, no sunglasses in sight. She could see his eyes better now in the morning light. They were still beautiful, if not more.
She let out a half chuckle, shaking her head as she pulled the covers up her breasts. “Terrible.”
“I’ve been there. You’ll feel better after some breakfast and taking an aspirin.”
“Doffy, I…” she began but fumbled over her words.
Doflamingo walked over to her and sat on the bed, gently caressing the side of her face.
“I’m sorry, Doffy.”
“What for? If anything, I should be apologising for taking advantage of you while you were drunk,” he admitted.
“No, you didn’t take advantage. I remember making the first move, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was only with you to get back at Law. But I wasn’t!”
“Don’t worry. I know you’re telling the truth.”
A brief moment of silence passed before she spoke up again. “This sounds selfish, but can I stay with you a little longer? I don’t know where to go, but I want to be with you.”
“You can be selfish all you want, darling. You’re right where you are. My home is your home, so stay.”
Amara wanted to thank him, but her body reacted quicker than her brain and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eliminating the space between their bodies, Doflamingo returned her kisses, making her giddy in the haze of euphoria once more. She glided her hands up to his neck, tugging his bathrobe away, and he grunted in satisfaction, ready for round two.
Doflamingo was never planning on letting her leave. For he was a master puppeteer, and she was his precious doll, tied up in gilded strings belonging to him and only him.
Hello! I'm curious writer-sama 🥺 When do u think u will be able open the request again? I have a very angry request that have been ok mind for some time lmao and I really need a good crying session 🤣 no pressure tho just asking! 🖤 Have a good day/night 🌼🏵️💮
hi love, I'm not sure when I can open requests again as I'm currently writing 3 stories right now + I'm busy with work but!! I can never say no to you guys, so you can still send in your request and I'll get to it as soon as I can (if it's within reason of course, and I can't promise it being soon but I'll try my best)
hope you're well anon and have a good day/ night too x
