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honeyshiddendesire · 1 month

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Vinsmoke Bros x female reader- Mommy

Warnings: brat taming the brothers, face slapping, chained up bros, degradation kink, pussy eating, orgasm denial/control, dominatrix reader!! Vaginal penetration, dick riding, jealous brothers, muzzled Niji, pussy eating/ slight cum eating, handjob, rough bondage session!

*reader is Sanji’s bestie* @acatamathesia hope you like it 🫣🫣🫣

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“Fuck! Fuck t-that’s enough!” Your red haired Ichiji shouted brokenly as you squeezed his hard cock making him hiss, head falling back against the headboard. He was squished shoulder to shoulder, bound in chains along with his other brothers Yonji and Niji, Niji having a muzzle on his face from all his earlier back talk.

“I’m sorry little red~ I don’t think I heard you quite right.”

Slap!

The harsh smack makes him gasp and eyes widen in shock, Yonji whimpering from the display. Ichiji breathing heavily as he turned his eyes to look at your seductive grin, your other hand slowly caressing up his leg that was also bound. “P-please m-mommy that’s enough.” His voice a cute quiet mumble as his eyes look down at your tits making you chuckle as you finally start to stroke his cock making him moan.

“Mommy~?” You hear your cutie Yonji call you, making you look at his flustered pouting expression, always such a jealous baby whenever waiting for his turn that you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Yes~?” You coo to him, making him squirm, his cock leaking at your intense gaze. “Please mommy I-I’ve been really good can you…can you touch me too?”

You put a finger to your chin in dramatic thought as your hand on Ichiji’s cock speeds up making the man moan louder, hips stuttering in your grasp. “Hmm? Let me think…you have been nice and quiet, waiting ever so patiently today. I could give you a special treat if you’d like.” Your words make Ichiji gasp, his head snapping back up to glare at your face. “T-that’s not fair!” He shouts as you notice Niji squirming in frustration in his chains, jaw tight with anger at the offer you gave their youngest brother instead of them.

Putting your hand up your choke Ichiji, pinning him further back into the headboard, hissing your response at him, “Don’t you dare tell mommy what is and isn’t fair! Both you and Niji have been nothing but disobedient all day and frankly~ mommy’s tired of it. So if I give sweet little Yonji my special treat then you both sit there and just watch. Understood!”

Your power over them quickly drained them of any response other than a simple, “Understood mommy.”

That made you smile pretty as you leaned down to place a kiss on the head of Ichiji’s aching red cock, moaning as you licked a long stripe from base to tip. He almost exploded just from that but you pulled away too fast making him whine low in his throat but you only winked at him. “Told ya to listen better babe.”

Moving over to Yonji you climbed on top making his face break out in a wide smile. “Oh fuckfuckfuck yes please mommy can’t wait.” Yonji rambles and you just caress his face, his head tilting into your palm kissing it softly as his eyes gaze at you lovingly.

“My sweet sweet boy~ getting all excited for mommy’s pretty pussy to sit on your pathetic cock huh?” Your words said with a little pout as you grind your slippery folds along his leaking cock, the head red with longing and excitement. His head nodding quickly as he continues to ramble, knowing if he back talked instead of obeying the opportunity would quickly be taken away from him.

"Fuck yes mommy, so pathetic! Please! Please won’t you sit on my stupid cock just a bit! Please mommy~” Yonji’s perfect whines making you smile as you lean in giving him a deep kiss that make his eyes roll back and hips stutter against your slippery folds that would soon swallow up his cock. Pulling away you look at his two brothers with a sassy smirk, “See this boys~ this is how you’re supposed to talk to mommy if you want a special treat too. No need to have so much pride when I can make you feel good.”

Grabbing Yonji’s poor aching cock you quickly sit making him practically scream at the sudden drop of your pussy on his dick, “FUCK! Yes! Shit mommy fuck! Oh fuck you’re so tight! So so perfect~” His rambling always reminded you of your friend Sanji and you just laughed. If only your friend could see how pathetic his brothers truly were then he’d have nothing to fear. As you bounced your cunt on Yonji’s cock you wondered if next time you should bring your friend, Sanji in here to join in on the degradation of his silly older brothers.

“Ah! M-mommy you feel so good! Looks so pretty!” Yonji whimpered out and you only laughed in a breathy tone that made him twitch, he loved seeing you all happy while his brothers always acted up more than him. Loved all of your attention for himself instead of them, their grunts and scowls only making him harder knowing he got to have your pussy first again. They usually always acted up more than him, resulting in you having to teach them a lesson.

“Mommy?” Niji mumbled into the muzzle quietly, making you raise a brow as you looked at him, his face as red as his brother’s hair. “Hmm?” You hum in question and he swallows hard as he squirms in the bed, his cock bobbing from the movement making your eyes glance down to see it leaking all over him. “Awe what’s the matter Niji? Finally ready to be a good boy for mommy?” You ask and see him nod slowly looking at you shyly which made you laugh at his timid expression. “Sure but you have to wait just a little~ bit longer. Think you could do that for me?”

Niji nodded his head quickly as he looked you up and down, your body bouncing on top of his stupid spoiled green haired brother that he wanted to punch so bad right now. “Yes mommy.” Niji whispered and you only smiled as you reached out to pet his head like the silly muzzled puppy he was to you. “That’s my good puppy. How about you, Ichiji? Gonna be good for me then I can touch you. Or do I have to slap you again to get it through that thick of yours?”

“No…I-I’ll be good.” He mumbles as he watches your tits bounce, ignoring the annoying sounds that came from his spoiled little brother. “Promise~” You tease as you slowly grind on Yonji making him hiss and whine, your hands going up to squeeze your breasts which captivates Ichiji as he nods. “Y-yeah…yeah mommy, promise.”

“Good~”

Now that they all agreed to listen you focused on your green boy, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you bounced on his cock faster, chains rattling from the force of it all. “Oh fuck~ mommy your pussy feels so fucking good~” Yonji’s chest was practically heaving as he tried to stay still, knowing that moving his hips even the slightest would result in his punishment. Something he always tried to avoid.

“Mommy! Mommy fuck me~shit that feels so good! I wanna cum~ please~ please mommy lemme cum~ Fuck mommy your pussy’s so pretty! Too pretty for my stupid cock b-but please~ please lemme cum!” He begs turning his head to nuzzle into your hand that caresses his cheek. “Nope!” You laugh at his pout face, you were always so cruel no matter how well he listened but you just couldn’t help it sometimes. You had to make them pay somehow for how they treated your best friend. “Think mommy wants you to suffer just a bit more baby boy.”

Yonji felt his body heat up and eyes water, body trembling underneath you as you slowly dragged your nails down his chest making him curse loudly. He loved your pretty nails touching him all over, the feeling driving him insane as his head fell back, legs shaking with need and desire. “Mommy! Fuck!” Yonji whines as you remove your nails, your arms stretching to grab a hold of Ichiji that was in the middle. “Go ahead pretty boy~ wanna cum in my pussy?” You ask and Yonji’s eyes almost pop out of his skull with how fast he looked at you.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes! Mommy thank you thank you! F-fuck Ahh~ nngh shit! Shit yes~ oh fuck mommy~” Yonji your little rambler just babbled away as his hips pushed up and his cock spilled inside of you. Your hips were still bouncing, making him shake even more with overstimulation until he whimpered and begged for you to stop.

Smiling as you finally climbed off the green one who was breathing heavily, body trembling as he watched with half lidded eyes you go over between his two elder brothers. “So much patience~ Think you both deserve a treat.” You smile as you undo Niji’s muzzle and pull him down the bed by his chains making him grunt as he hit his head on the headboard a bit making you giggle out an, “Oops.”

You climb over his face, his brother’s cum dripping on him making him groan a bit before you silenced his protest with your pussy against his mouth. Niji moaning at finally getting some sort of treat from you. Leaning forward you wrapped your lips around Ichiji making him practically howl with pleasure, chest arching in ecstasy at the way your tongue swirled around the base. Taking his cock all the way to the base as your other hand grabbed his balls, sucking his cock like a pro until he finally was rambling just like his younger brother.

“Oh! F-fuck mommy~yes yes yes! Shit that’s it mommy fuck you’re so good to us! So so good to us! Fuck yes! Shit I think I might c-cum already! Please I’ll be good f-from now on! Please, I promise! I-I won’t be a brat ever again -ah! - if you just let me cum! Mommy please~” Ichiji was so lost in pleasure he barely registered what he was saying and you only moaned as you bobbed your head faster and deeper on his cock. Your free hands reaching up to scratch down his chest making him whine, “Please mommy~” Looking up at Ichiji’s teary eyes you winked at him and he knew what that meant.

“Fuck! Mommy thank you thank you! Fuck I-I love you so much!” Ichiji moans as he cums deep down your throat, moaning as you swallow every last drop.

Niji licking your folds and sucking on your clit like a wild man only moaned as he heard his brother cumming down your throat, his cock twitching before spraying on your ass and himself. Pulling off of Ichiji you just sighed at Niji’s disobedience, pulling his hair as you sat on his chest. “Oh Niji ~Always the trouble maker huh?”

“Sorry mommy~”

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sashi-ya · 8 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 8: SEX MACHINE Vinsmoke Brothers 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @shogunfura ➡ Hi hi Sashi 😊 I saw your kinktober Event and you know how much I love the vinsmokes, soooo I neeeed to request something. I was thinking about day 8 sex machine if it's not already taken. So as an extra kink I would say foursome, cause I would like all three of them 🤤 Gender should be female with she/her pronouns please 😊 I hope you feel better these days. I know that you had a hard time and I just want to let you know that I'm rooting for you, even though I'm not that active. I always appreciate the time and effort you put into your fics. Keep up the good work, I love to read your entrys 🙈😊 ➡ thank u so much sweetheart, please enjoy! 💖💖 tw: mdni. usage of a "sex machine". tubes, inflation, suction and filling with liquids (heavily inspired on those echhi comics with tubes and tentacles :P). oral. vag. nipple play. depravity. could be considered dark content, so read it under your own risk. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Prince Ichiji… what- what is this?” “Our new invention, do you like it (Name)?” “I- yes… ngh…”

You were used to have fun with the Germa princes. They don’t treat you like a slave like they do to other women; you could say are one of them. Being the princess of another reign aligned to the Germa 66 one, you are free to visit them as they are to visit you. And those visits include rough, savage, violent sexual encounters. Sometimes together, sometimes with one of the sibling. But all of them based in pure lust and depravity that fill your hollow hearts.

That Sunday afternoon, after getting tea with the guys, they invited to meet their new “toy”.

You should have at least suspected. It should have been clear to you that what were you gonna fid inside that sterile lab looking room was machinery for… pleasure.

A table, similar to a hospital bed, lies in the middle of the room. Around several computers with a variety of tentacle like tubes.

“Would you like to be the first one to try, Princess (Name)?” Vinsmoke Niji asks, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You don’t think much, you have no choice but to cooperate. The one asking is the least comprehensive than the three of them.

“Mh… yes” you murmur, as your royal attire gets already untied by those irreverent hands.

And soon, completely nude, you are invited to sit on the cold surface of that “bed”.

Ichiji Vinsmoke comes closer to you, as he is the one entitled to operate the main computer.

“There… get comfortable for me, ok?” he says, pushing the button ON on a wide keyboard on what looks like the main console of the machine.

You wait in silence, smiling uncomfortably to the two brothers looking at you with their pants already tenting. If they were animals, they be frothing at the mouth. The reflex of your nudity over the metallic bed gives them a beautiful, mirrored image of your already wetting sex.

A few sounds catch your attention, and soon you notice Ichiji holding the first tube in his hands.

“So, the first one should be connected to… your right nipple” he murmurs, as if he was a doctor ready to perform surgery on a patient. Except that you are able to listen, and completely awake for that matter.

The tube instantly attaches to your nipple with negative pressure, imitating the sucking motions of their lips.

Then, with no words but a side smirk, Ichiji connects yet another tube to your other nipple.

You are already trying to stop yourself from squirming, as the sucking intensifies, and it feels absolutely amazing.

“You are liking it already, (Name). Aren’t you?” Yonji asks, coming closer to you by the other side of the bed.

You nod, biting your lips but never taking all of the attention away from Ichiji. He is the one controlling the mysterious sex machine, and you wonder what else will be attached to -or inserted in- your body at any moment.

And indeed, in his hand he takes yet another tube but this time with no attachment by the end of it.

He shows it to you with that smirking that never fades away from his lips. Your already desperate façade reflects on his cherry red glasses.

“Now, we have already played with vibrators. But I believe never with a suction toy, right?” he asks you, pondering something.

“I- no- no. we ne-ngh-ver” you barely answer as the sucking in your nipples become stronger every second it passes, with different patterns that you are mostly sure will be imitated in your sex.

“Good, suction it is then. Don’t worry, though. There will be vibration either way” he says, laughing at Niji who apparently enjoys that last part most than the rest.

An attachment, that reminds you of an oxygen mask, gets fixed into the tube and such tube gets directed towards your sex.

Immediately after, the suction begins. Pumping air can be felt, and your clit feels like exploding in a matter of seconds. This time it is almost impossible for you to rest still.

As you squirm, receiving a pleasure ever taken by your body, you notice Yonji’s desperate erection coming closer to your lips.

You wonder if that’s all, but you are surely wrong. And even if you wish to be sucking his dick right now, your squirming motions aren’t making it easy.

“Ichiji, she won’t stop moving” Yonji grunts, protesting as your lips can’t surround his shaft comfortably as he wishes.

“That’s why you should wait, but if you can’t let me hold her still for you” he says, typing a couple of unknown words on the computer.

You widen your eyes, not knowing exactly what’s about to happen but soon you learn cold metallic straps have trapped you against the bed.

“There, beast. Fuck her mouth” Ichiji says, while your mouth receives the impertinent sex of the youngest of them all.

You aren’t mad as the salty flavour of his precum fills your tongue, but you aren’t definitely comfortable either. The shackles are hurting your wrists and ankles, but pleasure is stronger to notice such pain.

As you gag and tear up from the deep rams of Yonji’s dick against your throat, you feel an explosive climax reaching you. You let it happen, you don’t need to hold back, you really needed relief.

But a single orgasm won’t be enough, and nor you are having a time off after it. In fact, Niji, who is standing by your feet is ready to play with your body too.

“Ichiji, let go one of her feet” he asks, in between your muffled moaning and the sound of your skin slapping against the bed.

The red-haired brother surely turns his eyes white but allows your right leg to be freed. Niji, traps it and takes your toe into his mouth. Who knew the blue demon liked feet that much.

He gets your toe completely dampened and then continues with the rest of the feet, only to take it to his freed sex.

“Move it up and down, bitch” he moans, while you feel the wetness of his sprouting precum on his tip, mixing with his saliva.

And to his grunts, Yonji add his. Filling, with no shame, your mouth of his cum. You choke with it, giving them the imagery of white sticky product running through the commissure of your lips.

“That’s good, bitch” Yonji celebrates, cleaning -smearing- your face off his own cum.

You blink repeatedly, with your head in the clouds and probably unaware of what’s coming for you next.

And it is, indeed, the second brother who’s already crawling on top of the bed. He is not willing to wait, and apparently your foot against his shaft isn’t satisfying him no more.

Ichiji laughs at your reaction when seeing Niji topping you all of a sudden. He pulls the suction cup on your sex, making you mewl. It didn’t hurt, indeed, it felt amazing.

“Look at how inflamed you are… so pretty” Niji laughs, playing with your swollen labia and squirting liquids.

You swallow the left overs of Yonji’s cum, it is hard to do so as it sticks down the walls of your throats. But you don’t mind, you will drink plenty of water after -that if, you survive this-.

The sudden intrusion makes you whine, but it does not surprise you. Niji’s dick has been several times inside you, and this is yet another one of those. However, as you are swollen, a lot more sensitive and needy, the ramming motions of his hips are better than ever.

Ichiji has release your other foot so that your legs are now resting on Niji’s shoulder. But still, you wonder what is his gonna do next.

By the side of your eye, you take a swift look at what he holds in his hands, and it is yet another tube he seems to be preparing.

Several are the minutes of uncontrollable and merciless fucking Niji blesses you with, and several are also the times you come with him and the sucking cups on your nipples still attached to you.

And right after he finishes filling you up, it’s time for the first born to have fun. Him whose king qualities always shine the brightest, moves his brother to the side before kissing your lips with a soft peck.

But don’t let it fool you. He might be more delicate, and maybe even more put together… but the red haired one, is the cruellest of them all.

“See this, (Name)? Do you know what this is?” he asks, showing the tube in his hand. It is different from the rest, it looks to be dripping with some kind of lubrication liquid.

“N- no… wha- what is it?” you ask, this time for real scared.

He smirks, taking off his glasses and flashing his blue irises to you. “Ah… this is my special one. My creation” he scoffs, walking slowly to your feet.

“See… you have just experienced suction and penetration separately. But, now I want you to experience everything and more at the same time”

A couple of shackles are now holding your legs spread apart to almost feeling like breaking your body in half. You understand that in case pleasure gets too high, you won’t be able to even close them as a natural response.

“Now, allow me to insert this… you will feel your womb a little… full” Ichiji says, sticking that cold tube into you.

A soon warm and cold mix of some liquid begins to fill you up; you feel a bulge forming in your lower belly.

“Wh- what is it?” you ask, with widen eyes but still squirming because it feels unexpectedly good.

“It’s a bio liquid I developed, it will enhance your sensations” he informs you, violently pressing down your belly. “Try to hold it…” he jokes, knowing too well it would be almost impossible to do so.

Yet, your walls work hard not to let a single drop scape your womb. And it makes you tremble, as the pressure plays against your G spot like nothing before.

“Ichi-Ichiji… this- is amazing…” you huff. No amount of air is enough.

“I know, right… but what if I add a little bit of this? will you be able to hold it in?” he murmurs, while the tube inside of you begins to vibrate.

You close your eyes. Painfully trying to stop the contents inside of you to come out… this time, losing the battle, dripping down the liquids all over the bed, having yet another orgasm…

“Honey… you are ready for me now” “Fuck her rough, brother!”

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marimology · 9 months

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Pairing: ichiji vinsmoke x charlotte! trans masc reader

notes: smut, cnc (consensual) , arranged marriage ( mentions sanji and pudding), somewhat romeo and juliet inspired trope, Getting caught, almost getting caught, only ‘person?’ who knows about the relationship is y/n’s door because it lets them know if someone is nearby, transponder snail sex (phone sex), this is me letting my brain cook like sanji , cuckholding

a/n : I love this red headed loser, also my requests are open , ichiji is a girl dad argue with the wall

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who did not expect to fall in love with the 7th son of Charlotte LinLin when he and his family came over came over to whole cake to discuss the marriage between sanji and pudding. ears perking as you heard that they would be here for the next four months.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who when he saw you sitting next to mama his heart would flutter whenever you would try to hold a conversation with him and you would stop as you noticed big mom staring down at you.

ICHJI VINSMOKE who after a month of being on whole cake finally got the courage to ask you out con a date and being surprised when you said yes but you two would have to choose wisely as the public only knew about Sanji and puddings wedding. so he took you out for a picnic underneath a bridge.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loved to leave hickeys around your body but in places where you would be able to hide them after every day so you wouldn’t get in trouble with your family and vise versa.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to threaten you with cumming inside of you every time that you both fuck so that you could walk around with his baby and your family would be wondering whose the father.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who once him and his family left whole cake,missed the touch of your skin and your velvet walls clenching around his cock begging him not to cum inside of you, and your whimpers as you felt his cock form a bludge in your belly .

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to call you after a raid, jerking off to your wanted poster each time your bounty raises saying that he’d turn you into the marines only after fucking you in front of them first. you both have memorized your respective family members sleep schedules memorized as you would masturbate on a call together as the transponder snail would capture all of your pretty noises.

it has now been over a year

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who kept a calendar hidden in his room where he’d count down the days until the next time they’d go to whole cake so he could show you how much he missed you and could pepper your skin with kisses once more, and that night he brought up the topic of getting married in secret which you happily said yes to with tears forming and he wears a cape on his suit that has a button / ring that’s actually his wedding ring whilst you wear yours as a pair of earrings

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who only hated sanji more because he couldn’t publicly say that you were his husband.

sanji vinsmoke who when walking past ichiji’s room heard him end a call with a “love you” but couldn’t pick out who he was talking to … it’s not like he wanted to anyways he care less as to what that asshole was doing he knew he couldn’t feel any emotion towards anyone

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who as soon as Germa docked back on whole cake and they had sanji meet pudding. went to find you in your room and embraced you in the warmest hug that you’ve ever felt and it was your first embrace as husbands. and later that night had you whimpering on his cock and told you how much he missed you as your brain was being turned into mush as you were being forced to take his cock after being overstimulated.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who was happy that straw-hat came wanting to save sanji because that meant that if sanji leaves then he could publicly marry you

brulee charlotte who should’ve minded her own damn business when she was looking through her mirror realm and saw you being made to look at the mirror by a siluette that she couldn’t make out nor did she want to

yonji vinsmoke who wanted to spar with you and went to your room and asked your door to speak with you but was pissed off when it said you were busy and snuck around to try and see what you possibly could’ve been doing that was more important than sparring with him and almost falling over when he saw the sight of you sitting on his brothers lap taking his dick with your face buried in his neck and a Visual Den Den Mushi recording every moment of it as ichiji whispered praises. he should’ve minded his own damn business, but he could see the love in his brothers eyes as he looked you

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who’s heart shattered when big mom announced that she had arranged a marriage between you and a princess from a neighboring kingdom. and you both spared quick glances at eachother, but the poor girl clearly looked like she was in love

later that same night he took both you and the girl to your room and fucked you in front her. telling her that she’d never get a chance to feel how good you are and she should just go somewhere and die because she’s a homewrecker.

And ironically she was found dead the next day and you didn’t know who it was that killed her….. it was ichiji

YOU AND ICHIJI who took the chance to feign your own deaths during the fight between the big mom pirates ,vinsmokes, and straw hats and ran away to be able to live a happy life together only yonji knows you two are still alive

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who is definitely not the worlds most perfect husband but is happy that you even decided to give him a chance

it’s been four years since that day and everyone mourns the lost of you two but little do they know you both live in the same secluded town with your older sister lola and are raising 2 children

TAGLIST: @henrioo @gomugomuslip

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anemptypuddingcup · 8 months

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babiii marrriiii 🥺 can I request some dubcon with the rainbow boys (Niji, Yonji, and Ichiji) as vampires? Poor me just wanted to hunt down their dicks heads for some money but I got caught 😓 that’s the idea! thank you lovee ❤️🙏🏼

One heart for all of us.

Vinsmoke brothers (Ichiji, Niji, Yonji & Sanji) x Female Reader.

@stephisokay Mamas I had to do a WHOLE BUNCH of research on the power rangers for you so I could write this. Enjoy though, I love you! I made it a bit dark but I’m sure you don’t mind that-

Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! Minor blood warning. Dub-con. Somewhat medieval speech? Vampire Vinsmoke brothers (yes Sanji’s in here too Sanji’s just an extra gift to you from me-) Vampire hunter Reader. Sanji against his other brothers ideas but joins in anyways with Reader’s consent. Degradation. Bondage. Fingering. Oral (Reader, Ichiji & Yonji receiving). Biting. Vaginal & Anal. Double penetration. Dumbification. Gang bang. (This is my first time writing a gang bang post, bear w me.) Surprisingly, this shit has plot in it!

“MMHH! MMGH!” You struggled to move as you wriggled like a worm on Yonji’s shoulder. Niji giggles as he walked behind his brother, picking at you while you gave him a dark glare. “I’ll admit she had put up a good fight, too bad she’s just a human. She would’ve been stronger if she was something other than that.” Yonji expressed his admiration for your persistence.

Goddammit. How in the hell did you get caught? You could’ve sworn you had the upper hand, but then again you did underestimate them…and that’s your fault.

You peer around and realized that the brothers were taking you into their home, a large castle where the Vinsmoke brothers had lived. Walking down through the stone walls and past red carpet, Yonji carried you though the long corridor until he had finally entered a room.

Niji pushes the door open and you quickly turn around. Your eyes met with Ichiji’s glasses and Sanji’s shocked eyes.

“Brother! Look what we’ve found! Isn’t she adorable?” Yonji smiles widely as he held you on his shoulder. “Put her down! She’s a human you idiot. Probably another vampire hunter.” Ichiji demands. Sanji rushes in and his heart drops into his stomach as his eyes met with your pretty curves. A woman. Another woman here to suffer and be used like a toy for his brothers.

Yonji sets you down onto the soft bedding below and you begin to struggle on the mattress, cursing yourself in your binds for getting caught by the evil vampires.

“Whatever shall we do brother? She was snooping around, so we have to do something.” Niji whispers to Ichiji. The three of them surrounded while Sanji stood in the back in silence. It was a stressful situation, watching them stare down at you like you were filth made you feel uncomfortable if not worse.

Ichiji gives you a scornful look through his glasses, adjusting his cloak before he crosses his arms. “It’s quite a shame, she couldn’t even lay a finger on me and neither Niji~ You thought you could just try and shove a stake in our heart cutie?” Yonji giggles, sliding a finger underneath your chin. You pull away and glare at him, watching him laugh before pulling away from you.

You peek around to Sanji who gives you a saddened gaze, he genuinely felt bad for you. Not just because you were a woman but because you didn’t know what these three men were capable of doing, Sanji’s seen everything when it came to his brothers. “What do you intent to do with her. She can’t do anything about hunting us. We are vampires and she’s a vampire hunter, have you thought about that you idiots?” Sanji asks, his curly brows furrowing in anger as he stared at his disgraceful siblings.

“It’s what they do, it’s what humans do to make money. We all have a bounty on our head and she’s just doing her job for money.”

“I may think that’s disgraceful to us, but that doesn’t mean we have to treat her like this! She’s a lady for Christ’s sake!”

They all turn to Sanji, a silence falling across the room before Niji and Yonji starts to chuckle in amusement. “Oh silly brother, have you ever thought that she was probably going to kill you too? You’ve gotten soft nowadays.” Niji sighs between his chuckles. “I’m so sorry for you.” Sanji says softly to you, walking over and staring down at your bound body. Your gaze softens to him and you sigh though your gag.

Ichiji pushes Sanji away, scoffing as he crouches down in front of you.

“You’ve gone soft. Way too soft Sanji.”

A grip to your strands startles you as Ichiji pulls your hair, making you lift your head to face him. You groan out and he moves his shades to peek at you, a snicker leaves his lips as he watched you try to pull your head away. “This human filth is what you sympathize for? This is why us vampires are looked down upon because of people like you, Sanji. You’re making us look like weaklings. Even though you are one yourself.”

Sanji scoffs and crosses his arms before turning away, angered by Ichiji’s remarks. The brothers turns back to you and you stare up at them with anger in your eyes. “Looks like she’s fired up now~ What should we do with her now dear brother?” Niji asks, peeking at Ichiji. Ichiji smiles darkly as he stared at you before looking back at Sanji.

“Let’s have a little bit of fun, shall we?”

“Sanji! Come over here!”

“We’re going to show you what it means to be a vampire, a superior being who’re above these useless beings.”

Ichiji walks over to your body and you scoot away from him only for him to grip the waistband of your jeans and pull you closer to him. All three of his brothers surround and watch from behind him as they watched him pull your gag from your lips, a smirk appearing across his face as he stares at you.

You didn’t say a word, you didn’t have a single thing to say to such people who violated anyone they pleased.

“Have nothing to say little lady? You’re more feisty than others we’ve had, I like you. Sanji!” Ichiji quickly turns over to Sanji and he peeks his head up before looking away in disgust.

“Cmon, you’re a sucker for women aren’t you? You already get upset when we capture one, why don’t you do it this time?-“

“I refuse.”

“Ah, I thought you’d might say that. Have you ever considered that she’s a source of blood? You could drink all the liters you’d want to~”

Ichiji’s tried his best to persuade Sanji, and eventually he’d won him over. Sanji hasn’t bothered to take any type of blood from the victims they’ve brought in, regardless of it’s a woman or a man. Though as a vampire, Sanji has to do what had to be done to ensure he wouldn’t grow too hungry and weak.

He sighs and walks over to you defeatedly, hearing Niji and Yonji chuckle beside him while he walked past them. “Finally you’re coming to your senses as a vampire Sanji.” Niji remarks, following behind him. Sanji stood over you and you stared up at him.

At least he had a bit of sense, but he didn’t really have a choice.

“Do it Sanji. Take her clothes off.” Ichiji demanded of Sanji. Sanji looks down at you and sighs heavily, his hands moving to the button of your shirt. He unbuttons your shirt and pulls it open, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks as he pulls it open.

“What a whore she is, she doesn’t even have a bra on!” Yonji snickers, his hand reaching up and groping your pretty breast. You mewl out suddenly as you felt Yonji touch you and he smiles at your little noise. “Such a sweet little noise, do it again~” Yonji demanded, his hands groping both of your breasts. You gasp out as he massaged them, playing with them like putty in his hands. Niji moves in closer, licking his lips as his eyes landed on your smooth and soft skin.

“She does have pretty skin, this one may be worth our precious time.” Niji says before turning over to Ichiji and Sanji. Ichiji smirks to Sanji and Sanji look away from him, he couldn’t stand to see or do anything about the situation anymore. “See? At least Niji and Yonji seem to enjoy her. They didn’t seem enjoy the last one, she screamed too much.”

“Shut the hell up. I don’t want to hear about it.”

Ichiji presses a hand to Sanji’s shoulder. “Fine then. You can sit back and watch as we prep our meal, maybe if you’re lucky enough we’ll save some for you.” He snickers before walking up to you.

“Well brothers. Shall we see what this woman’s got? She might be tasty~” Ichiji announces, licking his lips as his eyes basically fucked your figure. You give him a determined yet worrisome look. It would be a pain to die this way, but you supposed that if you were gonna die you might as well enjoyed yourself.

That was only because you didn’t necessarily have a choice.

The brothers immediately scramble to pull your jeans and panties off, their mischievous faces meeting up with your pretty little cunt while you sat there in your own shame and slight arousal. “She smells so good~” Niji hums, his thick hands pressing against your soft and pretty thighs. They crowded you and inhale your sweet scent, you smelled so fucking good. With Ichiji against your neck and the other two against your pretty thighs, it was easy to say you felt surrounded with them around your body.

Yonji slides two fingers along your slit and you gasp out before pulling back. Gripping your hip, he keeps you still while he teases at your cunt. “Don’t be shy~ You can moan out.” Ichiji whispers to you, pressing his chapstick-covered lips against your pretty neck. You mewl out and he chuckles in amusement. “Adorable aren’t you? I wonder how much of that voice you can release.” Niji asks, his fingers rubbing and massaging at your clit.

You gasp out suddenly as you felt Yonji slide his fingers into your hole, your walls enveloping his two digits and coating them in your slick.

You rest your head against Ichiji’s shoulder as Niji and Yonji went to work on your cunt, with Niji pressing smooches at your clit and Yonji already fingering you. You thrust your hips up slightly, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as you heard Ichiji chuckle beside you. “So cute isn’t she, she might be a keeper if she’s obedient enough. Don’t you think so Sanji?” Ichiji asks, calling out to Sanji.

Sanji kept his head away from the scene, but the lewd sounds and the sound of your moans were pulling him in, causing him to grow hard within his slacks. “Ah~ Mmhh!~” You only mewl out and grip Ichiji’s shirt through your binds, biting your lower lip while your eyebrows begin to furrow. Niji’s tongue was doing wonders on your clit, the tag team between both him and Yonji only made your legs tremble heavily from the pleasure. “P-Please- M-Mhh!~ T-That feels- s-so good~” You whine out, arching your back against Ichiji.

“Damn, she really is a cutie. Her moans are the prettiest we’ve heard so far~” Yonji says, looking up at you. You peek down at both Niji and Yonji, sighing heavily as you took their tongue and fingers. The feeling of Ichiji’s fingers sliding along your neck made you shiver and he groped your breasts, playing with them and pinching at your softened buds. Niji stops suckling at your clit and pulls away, watching your face contort from the pleasure of his two brothers pleasuring you.

“Mmgh~ A-Ahh~” You mewl out and squirm against the brothers while you felt your orgasm growing closer, your toes curling as you being to succumb to the pleasure. “She’s tightening around my fingers~ You’re starting to like it aren’t you?~” Yonji asks, his head laying against your left thigh while his fingers begin to pump inside of your cunt. You whine out as you felt his fingers kiss your g-spot, repeatedly shoving them hard against your sweet and sensitive spot.

“How does that feel sugar? Don’t my thick fingers feel wonderful in your slutty pussy?” Yonji asks you, teasing you while his other hand tends to your clit. Yonji had noticed that Niji had stopped lapping at your clit, allowing him to take over your entire cunt for himself while Niji stayed back.

“Come on sweetie~ Giving me the silent treatment is so rude, especially since I’m pleasing you down here~” Yonji pouts playfully to you, pressing a smooch to your clit before sliding his tongue along the sensitive pearl.

You moan out from his touch and you feel his lips curl up against your cunt.

You feel a sudden piercing pain deep within your inner thigh like needles, and you yelp out in sudden pain once your body reacts. You peer down and see that Niji had taken a bite into your thigh, sucking up your blood without warning. Ichiji, Sanji and Yonji raise their heads and stare at Niji.

“Dammit Niji, you didn’t think to tell anyone you were biting yet!?” Yonji yells, peering at him. “You were rather impatient weren’t you Niji? At least let us know.” Ichiji sighs at Niji’s impatience.

Niji hums and removes his fangs, humming at the flavor of your blood drenching his tongue. “Oh god she’s so sweet! It’s so rich and so good!~” Niji mewls happily. Ichiji and Yonji’s ears twitch at his words and they suddenly want to have a taste and see for theirselves.

Sanji looks up from his chair and he watches as his other brothers sink their fangs into your pretty skin, making you whine out suddenly and squirm around in pain. You struggled against them but they keep you still while they suck up your blood hungrily. You quickly grow lightheaded, and you feel your body growing weak there more they drink.

“Niji’s right…You’re blood tastes so sugary~”

“Better than the others we’ve had!~ I want another sip already~“

The brothers stared at your weak body, now noticing that you weren’t moving much. Your eyes were fluttering and you were having a hard time staying conscious. Ichiji smacked your face a bit, waking your back and and pulling you back into consciousness. “Come on come on, don’t die on us cutie pie.” He whispers to you, making you tremble from his words.

“Cmon Ichiji, the taste of her blood’s got my dick hard. Can’t I go on and fuck her already?” Niji asks, quirking a brow to him. Ichiji chuckles and shrugs. “I’m taking her throat. You and Yonji can choose whichever hole you want to fuck.” Ichiji says, pointing to your lower body. Niji and Yonji stare at each other and smirk before flipping your body over on the soft bedding. You moan out as you felt sluggish and tired, a bit too weak to do anything while blood spilled from your wounds.

“Come on Sanji. You always skip out on the fun stuff~ You keeping yourself pent up like that ain’t good now is it?” Yonji asks, laughing at him.

Sanji finally walks over and he sighs before pulling his cloak off. “Oh? So you’re finally joining us?” Ichiji asks, quirking a brow to him.

“Only if the woman allows me some relief. If not then I’m leaving.” He says to Ichiji firmly. You peer up at Sanji as he walks over and crouches down to you, his face giving you a sympathetic look before he sighs. “Miss…If you don’t mind.” He says to you, his brows furrowing as he looks at your weakened face. You let out a lengthy sigh and and nod your head, giving Sanji permission to touch your body unlike his brothers.

“Please…Sanji.” You beg him, knowing that he’ll at least go gentle on you. You jolt suddenly as you felt Sanji crawl onto the bed with you, pulling your body close before he lies onto his back against the bed. “Hey! I wanted to fuck her pussy you piece of shit!” Yonji yells, being the stingy and spoiled brat that he was.

“Hush Yonji. She said I could. Since I’m bothering to do this anyway, I get to choose where I want to fuck her..” Sanji groans, glaring at him darkly. Yonji rolls his eyes before walking over to Ichiji’s side, settling in taking your mouth instead with Yonji.

Sanji slides your hips against his aching cock, hissing out suddenly as he felt your cunt soak his slacks. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks and briefs down, revealing his long and slender cock to you. He pulls your hips up, pressing them against his hard and hot cock.

Niji presses your body down and up against Sanji’s body while he pulls his slacks and briefs down, rubbing the tip of his hardened cock against your ass. You shudder suddenly as you felt his tip against your rear entrance and part of you felt a bit uneasy about dry anal. Thankfully, Niji needed a smooth way of entering inside of you and a wave of relief washes over you as you felt him drool out onto your rear entrance.

You moan at the warmth of his spit running down your ass and you shudder against Sanji while his breathing grew shaky.

Ichiji and Yonji unbuckle their belts and pull their slacks and briefs down and your eyes widens a bit as their cocks pop and hits their lower tummies. Ichiji cups your face and smiles widely at your expression. “Shocked to see that our dicks are long hm? I hope you take them good deep down your throat like the filthy whore you are.” Ichiji teases, his hand gripping your strands.

Yonji gets a handful of your hair and yanks on it, making you whine out a bit from the slight pain. “You better suck it good, otherwise we’ll suck you dry of your blood princess.” Yonji threatens you.

You moan out as you take both Yonji and Ichiji’s tips, going back and forth between their cocks while they hiss out at the pleasure of your tongue along their cock. “Fuck, she’s pretty fuckin’ good~ Mmh! Oh fuck~” Yonji groans out, biting his lower lip tightly. “Fuck yeah~ Keep sucking it like that~” Ichiji mewls out shakily, his hips already trembling.

A gasp leaves you as you felt Niji and Sanji thrust up into both of your holes, making your eyes roll up as they both went deep inside of you. You moan out as they moved their hips against your ass and cunt, thrusting up into your hole and hitting the deepest yet sweetest parts of you. Ichiji cuts your moans off by shoving his cock far down your throat, making you whine out and make some more noise.

“Oh my goodness~ H-Her pussy feels so wonderful~” You hear Sanji moan beneath you, burying his face deep into your neck. Niji huffs out shakily, his hands gripping your hips before smacking one of his hands onto your ass, making you yelp out. “Her ass feels even better, fuck she’s so fucking tight~” He groans out, his eyes rolling as he feels your ass tighten from his abuse.

“Come on, tighten that throat up girlie!” Yonji demands, pulling on your hair even more. Ichiji allowed him to have a turn while he palmed at his cock, knowing that he would get another turn later.

You moan out mindlessly as you were be fuck in all of your orifices, their cocks making you grow dumber the more they fucked into you like a little toy. If only you could move your hands, you would’ve been begging them to fuck you harder and faster. You were surprised at how easy it was for you to fall into the pleasure, you thought it would’ve at least taken more to pull you in.

Maybe it was the lightheadedness that made it feel so fucking good, or maybe it was the fact that it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked like a little whore out on the street. Even so, when taking all of their cocks so good and deep inside of you, how could you not go dumb from them fucking you.

Your sweet little eyes looked up at both Ichiji and Yonji happily while they abused and fucked your throat like a tight little toy for them. “Aww look at her, she’s starting to love it! Ain’t that right princess?~” Yonji asks, smiling to you. You moan out in response and he smiles before biting his lip. You breathe heavily as you felt Niji and Sanji increase the speed of their thrusts and you began to move slightly from their thrusts.

Both of your holes tighten around their cocks and they groan out in response. Sanji wraps his arms around your back tightly while Niji gripped your hips. Yonji’s hips begins to tremble while he fucks your face, his orgasm growing close as his cock twitches against your tongue. “Ah~ F-Fuck! Fuck I’m cumming, you better swallow of my fucking cum you slut!~” Yonji growls, pulling harder on your hair.

You moan out as he fucked your throat hard, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself ready to cum. He gasps out before he pulls your head against his hips, his cock twitching before his cock finally spurts cum deep down your throat. You swallow it all up for him, drinking it down before he finally pulls back, allowing you to take a deep breathe. Yonji sits down on the bed, panting heavily as as he gave his cock a few lazy strokes to ride out his high.

Ichiji cups your face was again and smiles at you before sliding his cock head along your soft and glossy lips. “Here now, suck it like a good girl okay?~” Ichiji demands of you. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out and he hums before slowly sliding his cock into your mouth. You moan and gasp out as you felt Niji shove his cock farther inside of you while Sanji begins to grow closer to his orgasm. His sweet moans was like music to your ears, and his cock continuously kisses g-spot.

“Ah!~ M-Mmh! I-I’m so close sweetie~” Sanji moans, his hands holding on tightly to your shirt while he thrusted up harder into your cunt. You felt your breath being knocked from you due to Sanji’s thrusts and your cunt tightens even more around his cock, making him throw his head back.

“Mmgh!~ O-Oh fuck! F-Fuck yes I’m coming!~” Sanji gasps loudly before he finally cumming deep in your cunt, his cum filling you up and making your eyes roll back. He presses smooches against your neck, making you mewl and jolt suddenly from the softness of his lips. You could feel his fangs run along your skin with every kiss along with his tongue tasting your salty skin.

“It’s about fucking time you came in a woman Sanji. Took you fucking long enough.” Niji says, his tone growing shaky as cock began to twitch inside of your ass. Sanji gasped heavily beneath you, slowly recovering from his orgasm while you moan out from Ichiji and Niji’s cock. Both Ichiji and Niji huffed heavily as they grew close, their eyes rolling as they felt themselves wanting to finally cum inside of you.

“Take my fucking seed! Fuck you better fucking take it all!” Ichiji spat, his hands holding your head up so he could fuck your throat a bit deeper. You mewl out as you felt him cum deep down your throat just like Yonji did. He quickly pulled and you coughed afterwards, a whimper leaving your lips as you finally relax against Sanji.

Niji was the one lasting longer out of his three brothers and he was so close to cumming into your ass. A slap to your ass causes you to whine out and you turn back and look at Niji and tears pricking at your eyes. Niji peers down at you and smiles darkly before groping the fat of your ass, making you moan out. “Be a good girl and tighten up for me. You don’t want to see me upset.” He demanded, his brows furrowing as he yearned for one last push.

You obey and tighten around his cock, his hand pressing down onto your back and pushing you down farther against Sanji. He fucks you a bit harder, his groans growing louder as he felt himself ready to cum inside of your ass. “Shit~ I-I’m about to cum.” He groans, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he gasps out. You mewl out and he curses to himself as he finally cums inside of your ass, making your body tremble from the feeling of him filling you up.

You sigh satisfied and you finally fully relaxed against Sanji, who wraps his arms lovingly around you to comfort you. The rest of the brothers stare down at you before smiling to each other, snickering at you.

You didn’t think they were done with you…right?

“Well Ichiji? Is she a keeper? I personally think she is!” Yonji smiles. Ichiji chuckles before peeking down at you. “Hell yeah. She was a good girl. I think we should keep her. For a human she’s good for a cum dumpster.” Omfg god help me- Ichiji admits, laughing to himself. Sanji and Niji stays silent but agreed with them both internally.

“Get up girlie! We ain’t done with you yet! We’ll keep goin with you until you’re full to the brim!” Yonji says, gripping your arm and pulling you up easily.

“Oi! I’m still holding her!”

“Oh shut the hell up! I was supposed to be fucking her pussy first until you hogged her slutty hole Sanji!”

You sigh out knowing that you probably weren’t going to escape them any times soon. Until you come up with a plan, all you could do was sit there and take their cocks like a good girl.

But that didn’t seem so bad…right?

I made sure to bring out Yonji’s stinginess and the fact that he’s the youngest out of the four. Even though Ichiji is the oldest and the calmest, I switched him and Niji up a bit. Since Niji has the short temper.

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everlasting-rainfall · 1 year

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Hey, what are the Vinsmoke boys like in the Pages au?

Ok so I’m pretty sure that I know who is sending me this but I’m not going to say anything just in case my memory is playing tricks on me

But seeing as how I personally feel about the Vinsmokes, I’m going to do Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji.

Also I’m sorry that it took me so long to get to this as I have to be directly in the mood to write this sort of thing

Anywho let’s get into it, shall we?

!-MINORS DNI-!

!-Trigger Warnings-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Raiding, the Vinsmoke Boys being the Vinsmoke Boys, S*xual Punishments, Overstimulation, Masturbation, Yandere

!-Trigger Warnings-!

!-MINORS DNI-!

So we all know the Vinsmoke Brothers. They’re big, scary, and tough as nails with little to seemingly no capacity for any kind of emotion so it’s really a wonder that they picked up your books in the first place.

I’m going to say that Yonji was the first one to take a look simply because of the hot girl on the cover who was making a rather sexy looking expression as her love interest loomed over her from behind.

In actuality, that sexy expression was the MC looking somewhat terrified of her new partner but it’s not killing his interest any time soon.

He buys it while probably finishing up some kind of work somewhere or just takes it because it’s likely that he doesn’t care then once he’s finished up with his princely paperwork for the day. He heads to his room and starts reading the story.

The man almost put it down at first as he found himself bored by the mutual pining but then the “third love interest” walks onto the scene, a prince whose described as wearing green, red, and blue. He is instantly more interested especially after the prince nearly forces the MC into a relationship with him after kidnapping her.

He is completely rooting for this prince character so much that he practically shouts in happiness whenever the guy enters into a scene although if Yonji had paid attention then he would realize that the prince is the villain of the story who kidnapped the MC.

But of course, he can’t just spend the entire day reading so eventually he has to get up and take care of things but once he’s done. He is rushing back to his room to continue reading and don’t think that Ichiji and Niji haven’t noticed because they do.

Yonji has no reason to want to keep this for himself at the moment so he shows his brothers what he’s been looking at and practically info dumps to them about the contents of the book. He’s of course describing it in his own distorted way so ”The prince is the guy that the MC is going to marry, he’s the best choice! Because she loves him!”

After a while of info dumping, they start to get a bit curious so they decide to steal Yonji’s copy from him and take a look until the servant that they sent out to get copies for them returns.

It’s safe enough to say that in that amount of time, they’ve wound up completely hooked on the story albeit only to watch as the marine and pirate love interest are absolutely wrecked by the prince so he can have what’s rightfully his.

To say that they’re invested too is an understatement as Niji is commonly speeding through his princely duties to get back to reading the story while Ichiji is just bringing the book everywhere with him to take quick looks at it throughout the day whether it be during meal times, during princely duties, or even while training.

Also I hope that you didn’t write any sort of steamy scene between the prince and the MC because lord knows that Niji is going to shamelessly start rubbing to the thought of it like one hand is turning the pages to continue while the other is stroking his cock.

Ichiji and Yonji would never stoop to that level though... They’ll go to their rooms and masturbate to the idea of the MC being ruthlessly fucked by the prince even if you didn’t write the MC being fucked and it was simply a close call...

Also I’d say that chances are that all three of them during their fun will probably start to imagine themselves in the places of the princes in the stories. Pushing the MC into the mattress and fucking her in all sorts of positions as she screams out their name specifically and covers their cock in her slick.

Niji imagines holding the MC up by her thighs and thrusting up into her, he imagines her crying out his name with tears in his eyes and pleading him to go slower but him grinning to himself and going much faster instead. Probably teasingly asking “This is what you wanted, right? Don’t complain when you wanted this~” Maybe throw in a few shocks here and there to make her walls spasm a little around him until he finally cums deep inside of her but lord knows that he’s not stopping there as he’s going to keep fucking her until he finally decides that he’s been satisfied.

Ichiji imagines taking the MC to his bed chambers and putting her into a mating press where she would cling to him and leave scratches down his back that would only encourage him to go harder and deeper. He imagines himself talking about how he wants to fill her and watch her belly swell up with his children only for her to beg him to pull out but he doesn’t listen and instead with one last big thrust, he cums deep inside of her and spends the rest of the night plugging her up with his cock.

Yonji personally imagines saying that he isn’t hungry at dinner time and going to his room where he had tied up the MC, he licks his lips at the sight of her and tells her that he skipped dinner so now she has to feed him. He would eat her out for hours on end making her orgasm over and over again on his tongue until she’s crying from the overstimulation that she’s feeling. But he isn’t entirely cruel as once he’s had his dinner in the form of eating her out then he plans to give her a proper thank you... A thank you that involves even more overstimulation as he leans over her and fucks into her in the doggy style position...

Yeah, their mid masturbation fantasies are detailed and they have no shame about it at all...

But as nice as the story is, all good things have to come to an end at some point because at the end of the day... The prince was the villain of the story and no delusion can change the source material...

So when the MC is rescued from the wedding just before she can say “I Do”, the three of them feel the anger coursing through their veins but nonetheless they stay hopeful... The prince will come out on top and wreck the Marine and Pirate, right?

Wrong! And now there are three very angry princes who just witnessed the worst possible outcome in the story!

They hope to see the prince again that he would come back at the last second but in all of the books after that, he’s completely disappeared with no signs of ever reappearing and not only that but they find that in the last book, the MC gets with the Pirate/Marine!

It is absolutely safe enough to say that all three of them are absolutely pissed about this…

They can't believe that the MC not only completely abandoned the Prince for those two low life’s but she even had the nerve to act like the Prince never even existed in this first place in the ending!

It was unacceptable, horrible, downright disgusting! And most importantly completely unforgivable as well…

Ichiji thinks about finding the author and forcing you to change the story so the Prince who was clearly the best option would win and his brothers agreed with these terms as they nodded along deciding that this was clearly the best course of action

They looked at your books and found not only your full name on the cover but your mailing address as well on the back of the book, it didn’t tell them exactly where you were but it was good enough as it did tell them what island you were on

All that was left to do was go and find you

Their arrival on the island was met with quite a lot of shock as “Holy shit, it’s Germa 66!” and everyone quickly getting out of their way

They might be here for one thing but I feel that they are impatient so if you’re island has some kind of problem like it has a corrupt ruler, maybe there are pirates, bandits, or whatever then they might deal with that real quick so they can demand you as payment for their help

And if there isn’t then they can always have some soldiers raid the island to look for you and bring you to them or they could just look for you themselves and drag you back to Germa before you even knew what hit you

No matter what they decide to do though, it all remains the same and you’re dragged to Germa and made to stand before the three of them like you’re some criminal who fucked up big time

Your heart is pounding in your chest and you just plead for them to not hurt you and to please let you go home as you don’t know what you did and they say that they’ll allow you to go home if you write a new story for them, one where the Prince wins the MC

Very understandably, you’re incredibly confused but there’s not much that you can do so you agree to it then proceed to be locked inside of a room with little else other than a bed, bathroom, a closet, and a desk with writing supplies

You’re there for weeks with routine visits from the prince’s usually separate with occasionally two of them showing up at once and very rarely all three of them showing up at once

Ichiji typically forcing you to sit in his lap as you write which wouldn’t be that much of a problem if he didn’t somewhat try to cop a feel on you when he did by letting his hands drift to the insides of your thighs then refusing to move them

Niji would usually show up before you woke up as sometimes you would wake up staring at his chest which was sometimes clothed and sometimes not, he sometimes had his arm over you and it always hard to tell if he was actually asleep or not because of his sunglasses

Yonji only really would show up during times when you were brought food as he would want to eat with you, he would sometimes try to talk with you and would get visibly upset if you ignored him especially if he was trying to ask you a question

As the days passed on and the book neared completion, you found that they were starting to become more daring with you like Ichiji attempting to rub at you through your clothing as you sat on his lap or waking up to Niji attempting to slip your clothes off while you slept in preparation for something you didn’t even want to think about or even Yonji completely shamelessly asking to eat food off of your body which usually entailed him licking things off of your private areas

Their visits were starting to become more and more frequent as well so you feared what they might do and attempted to ask the King himself, Judge Vinsmoke to be let go early but he refused and you knew that he had would tell the three of them when they were finished with their Prince duties

You rushed as fast as you could to complete the book but just as you finished writing the “D” on The End, all three of them entered into the room at once clearly having been told what you tried to ask Judge for

To prevent suffering a punishment from them, you attempted to tell them that you had finished the story and you could leave but they didn’t listen as they took one look at the story and pulled you out of your chair

You were thrown onto the bed and bounced a little from the collision, they surrounded you on all sides with Ichiji being at your right, Niji at the left, and Yonji standing at the foot of the bed. You were terrified to say the least

You attempted to stutter out that you had a deal and it was time for them to let you go only for them to laugh at you

“Why would we ever let you go after you tried to back out of the deal early?”

“I think she deserves a bit of a punishment for trying to go behind our backs… What do you think?”

“I think that sounds great but she had better do everything that her princes tell her…”

It was after that is when they pounced on you, clothes were quickly discarded and thrown about the room as you were viciously fucked by all three of them for the entire night

Your body covered in sweat, tears, and cum as they took turns abusing your holes alternating cumming deep inside of you and on you

The overstimulation from them was far too great to the point where you couldn’t even hear them refer to you as the name of the books MC instead of your actual name

You had no clue how long they planned on fucking you for but with you placed onto your hands and knees with Yonji underneath you thrusted into you with his cock while his mouth played with your nipples while Ichiji was leaned over from behind biting at your neck as he thrusted into you as well making it double penetration and Niji sat on his knees in front of you thrusting into your mouth making you give him a blowjob

Even with all of this, you knew without a doubt that you were never getting away from them

#male yandere #yandere #yandere germa 66 #Yandere Ichiji Vinsmoke #Yandere Niji Vinsmoke #Yandere Yonji Vinsmoke #pages au #minor dni #the rain talks back #read the trigger warnings #reader insert #reader insert smut #yandere one piece #yandere smut

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soleilnomoon · 1 year

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❥ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ prompt(s): sweet.

350 words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni, angst w. a hint of smut (not rly, sort of); feat. cute stuff like, ichiji being jealous and a lil nasty, a wild yonji and niji appear being... themselves -- brothers being brothers, yk the vibes. reader might not ever escape atp, who knows. a ficlet instead of a drabble bc my long-winded ass can't keep to 100 words sometimes (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･titled — “immanity.”

raucous laughter echoes around the expansive living room, grating his nerves; his idiot younger brothers decimate his residual patience. the brunt of his frustration has been directed towards niji all night, because he can’t forgive his younger brother for interrupting him earlier.

the thought of you sucking on his fingers — mouth hot, tongue and lips soft — has him leaning back into the plush lounge chair. he ignores the way his cock sits heavy and stiff in his pants, his irritation spiking, prickling his skin.

the itch is bothersome, an intrusive sensation that has him out of sorts.

his younger brothers oscillate between drinking and arguing, while he sits back, hoping they settle down soon. but of fucking course, yonji drops his shot glass on the floor; ichiji’s frown deepens as the glass shatters into small, sharp pieces — tiny fallen stars glimmering against the dark tiled floor; unnamed and lonesome.

he runs a hand down his face as the pair argue again, agitation boiling over.

“i don’t care whose fault it is,” ichiji says sharply, dark eyes narrowing, “get it cleaned up. now.”

and, as if his night couldn’t get any worse: you enter the room.

you saunter leisurely and plop down on the couch, shorts riding up your thick thighs, showing off the curve of your ass. niji he leans over mischievously to whisper something to you — outlandish, very perverse.

words jumbled and incoherent as they tumble around your mouth, you’re unable to look at ichiji for longer than a second — too ashamed of how you willingly let him manhandle you.

you should be looking for a way out of there, but instead you keep wondering what would’ve happened if niji hadn’t—

“i knew it,” niji says loudly, laughing and nudging yonji, baiting ichiji again. “pay up, pay up,” he chants offkey.

ichiji leaves them be, focusing, instead, on grabbing you by the arm, brutally hauling you to your feet. an argument sits in the back of your throat as ichiji drags you out of the room, muttering curses under his breath, attempting to put distance between you and niji.

#fic request #idk where this series is going don't ask me anything #one piece imagine #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke ichiji x reader #ichiji x y/n #ichiji x reader #vinsmoke ichiji smut #one piece fic #y/n def sippin some clown girl juice rn #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Heyaaa, how are you? 😊

I saw these prompt and hell yes. Could I get number 13 with Vinsmoke Niji please?

I'm glad you're back. I missed you 😊

authors note : hello ..! i hope you are as well , sweets <3 you’re being far too sweet , its making me blush ...! please enjoy <3

Niji Vinsmoke x Gn! Reader : “ You can be louder then that. “

<3 <3 <3

NSFW

<3 <3 <3

Note : reader is described as afab. + in this the reader is a Charlotte and Niji was the one with the arranged marriage instead of Sanji. ( It makes up for good hate sex )

“Oh, someone’s awfully quiet now,” Nij’s hands were tangled in your prim locks, pulling at the beautiful handiwork done by your maid. “Where’d all that pride go, huh?”

He was making a mockery of your highly status, pulling you apart at the seams. With each and every thrust delivered into your cunt, you felt your dignity crumble.

How could your mother have misjudged this prince..? He wasn’t stupid enough to lay his guard down just because of your vanity... No, quite the contrary. Niji had caught you red handed, more then immediately finding the candy jackets that you possessed. And frankly, what person cannot connect two and two together? It was more then apparent what was going on. And Niji would be damned to have some brainless pawn think so lowly of him. How could you ever think you’d outsmart him, how could you overpower him with your flimsy plan?

Perhaps his lovely fiance needed some guidance on how to treat their husband.Wouldn’t you agree?

You dug your face into the duvet as your fiance pounded into your tight hole, his large cock making your lower body ache. Your teeth held the sheets in your mouth, sandwiching your cries into the bed. You’d rather die then let anybody know how good your enemy was making you feel, let alone the fact you were even sleeping with him in the first place. You did all you could to hide your moans, keeping yourself plastered within the sanctuary of the blankets.

“You can be louder then that, im your fiance... It’s natural to do this sort of thing,” Niji yanked hard at your hair, cranking your head backwards to expose your vocals. “Let everyone know how much of a cock sleeve you are for your prince..” He groaned, voice wavering the slightest bit as he continuously abused your pussy, ass bouncing against him with every thrust he took inward.

“I-i’m not... anything of the sort..!” You mewled, harsh gasps breaking free from your throat at each and every moment. “...Hah..!”

“Do i- gh! Need to put you in your place, my darling?” The pet name oozed with venom, holding nothing that resembled a speck of fondness. Niji was purely taunting you, throwing his false affections in your face. You weren’t his darling, you were his bitch.

You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the torture within you to continue but it didn’t, your cunt now empty. The sudden relief felt numb, making your body feel incomplete without being full of his girth. How long had this been, now...? Minutes, hours? You had no clue, anymore...

You fluttered your eyes open, eyelashes prickled with tears. Was he finally tired of you? Perfect... Now you could report to mama and have this pervert-.

You peered upward, face to face with Niji’s dick. It was glistening from your own fluids, his precum gushing along his shaft. Each and every vein pulsed, his cock twitching the more you stared at it. You knew it was big with how much space it took up within you but seeing it up so close... It was definitely bigger then you thought.

“Stay there,” Niji stated firmly, his hand returning to your head. He held your head just as tight as he held his shaft. “I’m gonna gussy you up for the ceremony, kay?” He cracked a grin at you, his hand jerking along his cock. “I can’t have you enjoying yourself too much.”

You watched Niji’s hand, eyes barely capable of keeping up with his unrealistic speed. God, he really was lasting a bit too long... That’s the science of Germa 66, i suppose...

“Y/n,” Niji wheezed out, “open your stupid mouth.” He scowled, aiming for the plains of your lips. You hesitated greatly before opening your mouth, only having a slight bit of it open for him to shoot his shot on. God, you needed more improvement then he thought. You couldn’t even follow orders right... What a useless fiance.

With a sudden snap of hips, Niji released. His seed splattered upon your face, masking away your helpless expression. How pretty you looked in white, cum running down your cheeks, cascading downwards.

“Tsk, you didn’t even get any of it in your mouth. How dumb are you?” Niji squeezed your cheeks, holding your jaw in one of his large hands. “You aren’t supposed to wear white until the wedding. Couldn’t they have given me a better fiance?”

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Tangled in his Webs

Art generated by: Niji • Journey Request from: @migueloharacumslut Ask: And I have a request I forgot rather I submitted or not. Mad scientist Miguel x therapist reader Miguel gets put in a psych ward because he got caught experimenting on people and himself trying to turned them in to spider people. He’s been in the psych ward for five years and he needs to be cleared to go back in the world. That’s where the reader comes in to clear him only he manipulates her into thinking he is sane. During their session Miguel becomes obsessed with the reader and little does he know she is obsessed with him too. At night she touched herself to the thought of him. When Miguel get out he finds her. Make the sex nastyyy, hard and rough little choking wouldn’t hurt either. Please and thank you ! 😊 A/N: I really loved this idea and enjoyed writing Scientist Miguel so much. Might write him more lol, but thank you @migueloharacumslut for the idea. Also this is the first part and a second one will be following this one, hope you enjoy!

💉staring: Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Therapist Reader

🩵preview: “I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?” He asked, his gaze never letting up and keeping its intensity. Due to his closeness, you almost missed his inquiry, but upon detecting it, it surprised you. Hastily, you shook your head, dismissing his ideology and rejecting his notion. “N-No, I wouldn’t exactly describe you in that way, Dr. O’Hara.” You swiftly replied.

“You wouldn’t?” He asked, his voice low and slow. “So, how would you describe me, Doctor?”

🔬summary: As an evaluation therapist at Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing, you are assigned a new patient—one who is complex, captivating, and dangerously drawing you in more than you ever expected.

⚗️tw/cw (Just for this part): Big Dick Miguel, Bondage, Fingering, Masturbation, Psychopathy, Restraints, Sadism, Size Difference, Restraints

🔭Pet names: Cariño (Darling), Querida (Dear)

🩵Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🥼Word Count: 7.7k

**This fanfiction is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real-life individuals or events is purely coincidental. It does not intend to diagnose or represent any real mental health conditions. Thank you for understanding, and I hope you enjoy the story.**

Your eyes fluttered open, consciousness slowly returning. You felt a dull ache and soreness in your throat, accompanied by a pervasive feeling of weakness throughout your body. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead and adjusting to the suffocating sterile scent of antiseptic, you noticed that you were lying on your back against a hard, cold surface.

With furrowed eyebrows, you attempted to sit up, only to be thwarted back by the metal restraints tightly bound around your wrists and ankles.

‘What the heck!?’

You thought, panic and fear beginning to grip you. Your eyes darted down to discover yourself clad only in your undergarments—a delicate white, laced satin set—leaving you exposed to the chilling breeze that consistently swept through the well-lit space.

You couldn't remember how you got here; your groggy mind unable to piece together the events that led to your presence upon the metal table. The faint hum of machinery echoed from far away, punctuated by distant murmurs that made your heart drop.

With dazed eyes, you looked around your surroundings to be met with the overbearing shade of a bright white that covered the walls of what looked to be a lab of some sorts. Countertops were lined with an array of perfectly arranged scientific instruments, machines, and beakers.

Shelves held neatly labeled containers, each housing an assortment of chemicals and biological specimens. Despite being well-lit, there were little to no windows present, intensifying the feeling of isolation within the controlled environment.

The place seemed devoid of humanity, replaced by a location where experimentation and analysis were handled freely without compassion or warmth.

But one thing about the lab really stood out to you: two jars sitting upon the shelves—one full of bloody red eyes and the other with abnormally sharp canines.

The sight almost made you vomit, hastily turning to look away. Your heart and breath were picking up, fear clawing at your being. Although how morbid the otherworldly body parts were, they triggered something in your head.

The more you thought upon it, awareness seeped in like an unwelcome guest; slowly, you began to remember.

The mental facility...

Red eyes...

The flowers...

Sharp canines...

Black glasses...

His release...

Him.

The wine...

Then darkness...

The memories came rushing back so quickly that you weren’t able to keep up, until it all came back to...

Him...

A wave of regret and stupidity overwhelmed you. Never in your life had you felt so worthless.

You should have known...

You should have fucking known...

‘He wasn’t well. He wasn’t fine. You were wrong, so wrong-’

“Good… You are awake.”

The bone-chilling voice of your captor filled the room, sending a familiar chill down your back. With trembling lips, you turned your head to see the backside of a massive male entering the room. His coffee-brown locks styled neatly upon his head, a white lab coat adorning his huge build along with black dress pants and oxfords.

The scientist wore clean attire, perfect for working in the lab, but his outfit was beyond your concern.

You knew who he was, but you didn’t want to believe it.

You gulped, watching him slap on a pair of white latex gloves upon his large, calloused palms before beginning to inspect the scientific tools that sat upon the nearby counter.

"And here I thought you would have been excited to see me again..." he said in a husky voice, responding to your silence—his Latino accent unmistakable, along with a hint of amusement found in his tone. You felt like an idiot for falling for him, for becoming so fascinated with a madman like him...

But you were still in denial.

You weren’t going to believe it was him until you saw his face...

“T-T-Turn around…” You said hoarsely, the pain in your throat distant underneath the layers of fear and anxiety coursing through your body. At your demand, the large scientist laughed. “Turn around?” He asked slowly, silence following his inquiry, making your body run cold.

Suddenly, he spun around, slamming his palms onto the metal table you laid upon. The abruptness and loud noise made you jump, and a gasp erupted from your lips. His eyes stared directly into yours, holding the same madness that you believed he had cured when you initially met him. But, like before, it wasn’t the insanity in his gaze that made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach...

It was his eyes...

His teeth...

The scientist’s crimson eyes looked down at you, taking in your discolored skin and half-lidded eyes that were still under a drowsy spell. “I turned around now, are you happy?” He asked with a playful smirk. “Do you recognize me now, dear?”

“Do I need to give you any more proof that it is I?”

Your eyes widened, the look upon your face enough to show the mad scientist that you did, in fact, remember who he was— but you were too speechless to respond, causing the male to chuckle.

His snickering seemed to reverberate off the walls of your mind as the fluorescent lights of his lab bounced off his razor sharp canines.

With trembling lips and dilated pupils, you looked over his face, your heart breaking more and more because…

It was, indeed, him...

The mad scientist...

The sexy patient...

Dr. Miguel O’Hara…

The man you fell for…

White, close-toed wedges clicked upon the mental facility's aged linoleum tiles, the floor's once-bright patterns now a faded, discolored mosaic covered with scuff marks and indistinct stains that revealed the struggles of all who shuffled through the dimly lit corridor. The mental facility, unintentionally, gave off an eerie atmosphere with walls clad in faded, peeling paint and ceilings with bright, flickering fluorescent lights that cast irregular shadows along the cold institutional floor, further giving anyone who traversed the halls the creeps.

You, a therapist meant to evaluate patients for release, were given a new challenge—a patient that held a sadistic background coupled with a remarkable intellect that made many wonders how he found himself inside 'Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing.'

Dr. Miguel O’Hara was your new patient's name, an intelligent scientist who became a little twisted after his discovery of gene splicing. In his pursuit of advancing the human race, he became obsessed with the idea and creation of spider-human hybrids. After many experimentations of creating what is referred to as mutates, he was unsuccessful. Before he could continue with his study, he was arrested and sentenced to seven years here at the institution where it seems he’d made progress.

Whilst you walked towards his cell, taking the seemingly endless halls of the asylum, you looked over his file. Inside were documents containing his personal information, such as full name, date of birth, emergency contact, and next of kin. In the brown folder were also his medical history, psychiatric assessment, diagnostic evaluations, and much more information collected during his time at the institution; however, there were four pieces of his folder that piqued your interest:

Observation logs, Treatment plan, Risk assessment, and lastly, incident reports.

You studied each of the documents to discover the important details that needed to be surveyed before seeing the scientist in person.

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Miguel O’Hara - Mental Health File

Patient Information:

Full name: Miguel O’Hara

Date of Birth: 10/13/2070

Appointed into: Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing

Admission Date: 11/10/2099

Emergency Contact: N/A

Next Of Kin: N/A

**The patient has explicitly communicated a desire for their next of kin not to be associated with their mental health treatment, and no detailed information about family members was recorded to respect the patient’s privacy.**

Diagnosis:

Primary Diagnosis: Psychopathy

Secondary Diagnosis: Antisocial Personality Disorder

Treatment Team:

Primary Therapist: Dr. Jessica Owens, Licensed Clinical Psychologist

Psychiatrist: Dr. Peter B. Parker, MD

Nursing Staff: Nurse Mary Jane Watson, RN

_____________________________________

Treatment Plan:

Medications

Fluoxetine (Prozac)

Dosage: 20 mg daily

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara is prescribed Fluoxetine to address symptoms of irritability that derives from his disorder of Antisocial Personality.

Lorazepam (Ativan)

Dosage: 0.5 mg as needed (PRN) for anxiety

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara is given Lorazepam on an as-needed basis to manage anxiety-related symptoms or impulsivity.

**Its used closely monitored due to the risk of misuse**

Lamotrigine (Lamictal)

Dosage: Gradual titration starting at 25 mg, with adjustments based on response.

Purpose: Miguel O’Hara’s treatment plan included Lamotrigine to help stabilize mood swings or emotional dysregulation.

_____________________________________

Incident reports

Date: 2/3/2100

Incident: Verbal altercation with another patient during group therapy

Action Taken: Immediate de-escalation and one-on-one session with Dr. Peter B. Parker.

Date: 6/21/2100

Incident: Refusal to take prescribed medication

Action Taken: Nursing staff provided additional support and education

Date: 10/3/2100

Incident: Refused to attend scheduled group therapy and became verbally aggressive towards staff members

Action Taken: Security staff was called to ensure the safety of other patients and staff. Miguel was later engaged in a one-on-one session to explore the reasons behind his resistance to group participation.

Date: 1/4/2101

Incident: 2nd occurence of refusal to take prescribed medication

Action Taken: Nursing staff provided additional support and education and therapeutic engagement by Dr. Jessica Owens to address any fears or misconceptions related to his prescribed medications.

Date: 4/18/2101

Incident: Observed by Nurse Mary Jane Watson of the patient hoarding various items in his room, including non-permissible objects.

Action taken: Staff conducted a room check, confiscated unauthorized items, and discussed appropriate belongings with Miguel. A follow-up session with his therapist, Dr. Jessica Owens was scheduled to explore any underlying concern.

Date: 3/21/2102

Incident: Engaged in a physical altercation with another patient during a recreational activity

Action taken: Immediate intervention by staff to separate the individuals involved. Both parties were assessed for injuries, and a report was filed. Increased monitoring and a review of Miguel’s treatment plan were conducted to address potential triggers for aggressive behavior

_____________________________________

Risk Assessments:

Current Risk level: Moderate

Factors: History of aggression, resistance to treatment, potential for manipulative behavior

Interventions: Increased monitoring, ongoing assessment for potential triggers

_____________________________________

Observation Logs:

Date/Time: 8/16/2102, 2:30 PM

Observation: Miguel exhibited signs of increased irritability during the group mindfulness session. Requested to leave the session prematurely.

Staff comments: Noted Miguel’s discomfort during mindfulness exercises. Alternative relaxation techniques were explored for future sessions.

Date/Time: 12/2/2103, 10:00 AM

Observation: Miguel was observed engaging in a one-on-one conversation with staff during morning indoor activities. Discussed personal interests and aspirations.

Staff comments: Encouraged Miguel’s open communication. Noted his ability to articulate personal interest, fostering a sense of connection with staff.

Date/Time: 2/15/2104, 6:45 PM

Observations: Spends most of his time in the facility’s library, engrossed in reading.

Staff Comments: Positive use of leisure time observed. Reading contributed to a sense of routine and engagement.

Date/Time: 6/23/2104, 8:30 PM

Observations: Attended the evening group therapy, contributing to discussions on coping strategies. Demonstrated empathy towards a fellow patient sharing personal challenges.

Staff Comments: Noted Miguel’s willingness to engage in group discussions and support peers. Positive progress in developing empathy and interpersonal skills.

**Miguel O’Hara has exhibited excellent improvement and staff believes he can be released in 2105, instead of 2107.**

_____________________________________

You closed his folder, taking a look at the photo that decorated the front. Like many patients at Nueva York’s Sanctuary for Mental Healing (NYS-MH), Miguel O’Hara didn’t look like a dangerous individual; he was actually quite handsome—with dark, wavy locks that framed his olive, chiseled face and amber eyes shielded by a pair of black eyeglasses; Dr. O’Hara wasn’t a bad-looking guy.

To ponder upon the atrocities, he could have committed for the sake of science was baffling as you gazed at the photo. The more you inspected the image, the happier you became at the fact he was doing better - better enough to be released back into society.

It was why you were here, anyway…

You tucked the folder under your arm and continued your walk towards his room, passing steel doors that lined the corridor, each secured with heavy bolts and reinforced locks to keep the patients contained and prevent them from harming themselves or others. Occasionally, muffled echoes of distant cries and disjointed whispers seeped through the cracks, adding to the unsettling symphony of the troubled minds that dwelled within.

You've walked these halls many times, but there was something about today that really made your skin crawl. So, it was relieving when you finally found Miguel O’Hara’s room, number 209.

Two guards stood on either side of his door, present only for emergencies. With a deep breath and slight adjustments to the white top, black blazer, and bodycon skirt that covered you, you gave each of them a nod and unlocked his door with a key, entering Miguel’s room…

Upon stepping inside, you instantly took notice of the soft, muted tones of blues and greens dominating the color palette, bringing a sense of serenity to the room. The patient's sleeping area contained the normal necessities—a comfortable bed with crisp, clean linens and a modest seating area. The furniture was arranged in an open and uncluttered manner, with personal touches here and there by the patient himself or for safety precautions.

For his adoration for reading and science, a small shelf was placed inside his room, displaying a few books and a potted plant, offering familiarity to the scientist.

Your eyes shifted to the large, muscular male who sat upon his bed, dressed in a white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and slip-on shoes. His massive backside faced you as it seemed he was engrossed in writing, his huge hand moving gracefully upon the page he was working on.

You cast a glance at the camera positioned in the corner of the ceiling in his room, placed there for monitoring and to ensure the patient, and others remain safe. After making sure the camera blinks red twice, showing its activity, you approach him with light steps.

"Miguel O’Hara?" you called out to him in a soft voice, not wishing to disrupt him. All of his movements came to a halt, his body rigid as his large hand placed the pen he was using into the open journal before slowly closing it. You watched him set the book down beside him on the bed, wondering if the handsome male you saw on the photo would be the same seated before you.

It seemed you were watching with batted breath for him to turn around and when he did, the sight of him shocked you and made your heart skip a beat.

You knew from his photo, the male would be gorgeous—so attractive that if he weren't your patient, you'd probably gush over him from afar. But it wasn't his attractiveness that made your breath hitch.

He looked completely different.

He looked…

Otherworldly.

With a cold expression, you stared back at a pair of crimson eyes covered with black eyeglasses, a small smile spreading across his tanned lips, revealing a set of sharp canines. “You must be the therapist that is to evaluate me. Right, Querida?” He inquired with a hum, his deep voice holding a Latino accent.

You gulped at the intensity of his abnormal scarlet orbs, subconsciously clenching his brown folder in your hands and giving him a nod. “Y-Yes, I am,” you replied, stepping back to give the large male room to stand, and when he did…

He was like a giant…

The bed creaked at his ascent as his massive being towered over you, your head tilting up to maintain eye contact. Choking back how intimidated you were, you gestured over to the small seating area of two white cushioned chairs and a table in the corner of his room. “L-Let’s sit over here to talk,” you proposed, and for a moment, he just stood there, gazing down at you like a mere ant before his tight-lipped smile returned.

With an approving grunt, he stepped in front of you; with his powerful, long legs, it took him little to no time to reach the comfort area and settle down into the white chair, the seat creaking under his heavy weight. You followed behind him, moving to sit across from your new patient and shifting into a comfortable position.

When your eyes met the male's, his crimson eyes were already staring at you, lingering upon your body in a way that made you feel like a microbe under a telescope. You gave him a polite smile, shaking off the unsettling feeling that always rose within you when speaking with the patients. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Dr. Miguel O’Hara. My name is Dr. Y/LN, and as you’ve been informed, I am the therapist here to evaluate you for your release.” You explained sweetly, watching every part of the patient, who remained completely motionless, simply continuing to stare back at you with an expression devoid of all emotion.

“It’s nice to see a new face, doctor. It can get rather boring here,” he uttered, using his middle finger to push his black eyeglasses up the bridge of his broad nose.

You placed his folder down upon the table, turning it to not reveal his photo on the front; you've learned from past experiences that the sight tended to worry them. Bringing your legs to cross over each other, you clasped your hands, placing them on your lap. “Boring?” you asked with furrowed brows. “Why don’t we speak about your time here first, Dr. O’Hara? Is that okay with you?” The inquiry left your lips in a soothing tone, one that calmed most patients upon hearing it; but with this patient, you couldn’t quite tell—he hid his emotions too well.

“Well, maybe not boring…repetitive is a better word,” he corrected himself. “But, dear, I’m fine with speaking of my time here.” He replied with a smile, placing his hands upon the armrests and widening his stance. Your eyes drifted to run along his inviting toned thighs adorned by a pair of gray sweatpants that did little to conceal the curves of the muscles underneath.

You also took notice of his posture; taking a mental note of openness from the patient before you asked your question, “Well then, may I ask how you are doing during morning activities? It's stated that you prefer Creative Arts Therapy in the mornings, correct?”

He nodded, his sharp canines peeking out from between his lips as he spoke. “Indeed, mostly during Creative Arts Therapy, I write,” he explained in a deep voice. “I’ve grown to learn that to better settle my thoughts is to put them on paper.”

“And that is an excellent form of therapy that you’ve discovered for yourself, Dr. O’Hara. May I ask, what exactly do you write?” You asked, trying to ignore the faint sight of madness in his crimson orbs. “I write down my thoughts, ideas, and aspirations,” he simply said.

You hummed, giving him a smile. “How about future plans? Do you write about those?” At your question, he snickered, giving you a wry, dismissive head shake. “I…don’t write much on that,” he replied. “I’ll hate to get my hopes up,” he added in an amused, yet somewhat disheartened tone.

“Get your hopes up?” you inquired, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “May you elaborate, Dr. O’Hara?” The male nodded, his large fingers stroking the armrest of his chair in a deep caress. “I do not wish to anticipate that I will be released early,” his caresses of the chair never ceasing, and his eyes trained on his moving fingers.

You studied him, taking in his deflated voice and how he spoke in a slow manner. Your gaze shifted to take in the intricate motion his fingers moved upon the armrest as there were multiple reasons a patient would do such a thing.

He could be nervous, frustrated, impatient, or simply doing it to comfort himself. Recalling his mannerisms from previously, you could cross out your thought of him being nervous; the way the scientist carried himself was in a way of confidence that couldn’t be faked, so it left you with the last three—frustration, impatience, or comfort.

Without further observation, you couldn’t pinpoint his reasoning for his odd gesture, instead giving him a soft grin and replying to his previous words of anticipation. “I understand your concerns about getting your hopes up, especially considering that you were rewarded with an early release date based on your wonderful behavior as of late,” you sympathized, “So it’s completely normal to feel cautious about expectations,” you said, taking in the abnormally muscular male before you.

“But let’s explore these feelings, shall we? Let’s say you are released in the next two weeks; what would your life look like, Dr. O’Hara?” you asked, deeply intrigued by his answer.

A moment of silence filled the room after your inquiry, the doctor continuing to make intricate patterns upon the armrest with his finger before his red eyes returned back to you. A nervous chuckle rumbled from his chest—the sound restoring life back into the room. “Ahh, I always get stumped on that question. It's another reason I haven’t written much about it in my journal.”

You nodded, placing your hands upon your legs. “Well, let’s start small,” you proposed with a grin. “You seem to have taken a liking to the hobby of writing while staying here at NYS-MH. Would you like to expand on that?” Miguel gave you a thoughtful hum, his pointer finger continuing to glide against the armrest of his chair.

“I’ve…always wanted to write a book.” Your eyes snapped from his fingers to rest upon his chiseled face, surprise and amazement present upon your facial features at his desire. “Oh really? And what would that book be about?”

“Genetics, of course.” He chuckled, the mention of his past interest that caused his descent into madness making your heart skip a beat. Your eyes narrowed, the amazement fading from your being. You leaned back into your chair, keeping your composure.

“Are you still interested in Genetics, Dr. O’Hara?” Your inquiry being met with a nod from the patient, one that he didn’t hesitate on responding with. “I’ve worked in the field for almost my entire life and I’m exceptionally good at it.” He explained with a voice of knowledge in a low, deep whisper. “So why would I abandon my hard-earned skills and education?”

His reasoning on his maintained attachment to the field was an excellent one, but like many things, it could be a trigger; causing the once cured doctor to revert back to his old ways of sadism and horrendous acts for the sake of science. This potential trigger would not only bring harm to everyone once more but erase the hard work that Miguel had achieved at the mental institution to fix.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I…understand your desire to write a book about Genetics. It’s an intriguing subject.” You said, preparing yourself to ask a question that would surely strike the doctor. “But considering the circumstance of your past experiments and the impact they had, how do you plan to approach the topic responsibly?” You asked, watching his reaction closely in anticipation.

After your question it seemed as if everything stopped—froze even…

You gazed at Miguel taking in his tanned face that stared back at you. His crimson eyes were empty behind his black frames and his posture was completely still in his seat.

You’ll think he was a statue…

“Dr. O’Hara?” You called out to him which seemed to snap him from his thoughts. His red eyes slowly shifted to you, his tanned lips pulling into a small smile.

“Responsibility, my dear therapist, is such a heavy word…” He said with a smirk. “But I wish to ask, what compelled you to work with the mental? It’s a challenging profession for those with weaker minds.” Miguel said, casting an odd aura upon the room with his every word. “I should know…many say they are for the discovery of science and when the time presents itself, they get cold feet.” He stated, his finger ceasing its movement upon the armrest.

It wasn't unusual for a patient to desire to ask you a question, but the way he gazed at you with his intense eyes and how his gravelly voice caused a shiver to run down your spine made you hesitant, which the patient seemed to have noticed. “I only ask since you handle your job so beautifully.” He complimented, his eyes taking in your seated position. “I only wish to know what led you here before me.” The words left the patient’s lips in an ominous manner, however, upon saying such a thing his olive face held a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

His fanged grin, oddly, sent a wave of warmth through your being and caused you to forget your reply to his question. You shifted in your seat, trying to keep your composure and recall your departed answer. “W-well, I…umm… entered this field by the simple fact of being interested in psychology a-and the way the mind works.” You replied once you found the words, unable to hide the stammering of your voice due to how unnerving everything was becoming. Miguel nodded slowly, running his tongue along the tip of his fang, the action drawing your attention.

“Your interest in the subject of the mind is rather…fascinating.” Abruptly, he leaned up in his seat, resting his elbows upon his knees and invading your personal space. Your heart skipped a beat at his suddenness and at being able to see just how abnormal and captivating his scarlet eyes and sharp fangs were; it caused goosebumps to rise upon your skin at the mere sight.

“I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?” He asked, his gaze never letting up and keeping its intensity. Due to his closeness, you almost missed his inquiry, but upon detecting it, it surprised you. Hastily, you shook your head, dismissing his ideology and rejecting his notion. “N-No, I wouldn’t exactly describe you in that way, Dr. O’Hara.” You swiftly replied.

“You wouldn’t?” He asked, his voice low and slow. “So, how would you describe me, Doctor?” He grinned, the fluorescent lights of his room bouncing off his sharp fangs as his eyes were filled with a hint of amusement, though it was impossible to ignore how it seemed he was toying with you.

“I…see individuals, like you, as people who have become lost in the darkness and just need assistance in finding the light once more.” You stated, his eyebrow raising and a chuckle escaping him at your answer. “A bold claim…” He said, his eyes tracing your figure and lingering upon how tightly you were now grasping your skirt.

“For a little thing like you…”

Miguel muttered imperceptibly that you almost didn't hear him. “E-Excuse me?” You asked in shock and with furrowed eyebrows causing the patient to snicker, shaking his head. “Just that your view is a unique way of thinking and a…intriguing one, in fact.” He said, leaning back in his chair and adopting a relaxed position once more.

“It’s really fascinating how intellectual you are, doctor.” He grinned. “Few possess the ability to navigate the labyrinth of thoughts of the mental. I applaud you on that.” Miguel praised, returning back to running his palm along the white armrest whilst giving you his undivided attention.

In your gut, you knew his recalling of the statement said previously was false, you were certain he said something that was out of the norm.

But could you have mistaken?

You took in his face, taking note of how he gazed at you. The scientist was attractive, and normally during your job you were able to ignore that appealing quality and complete the task at hand, but right now, it seems impossible.

The way his red eyes ran along your body like he was undressing you, made you blush. You couldn’t explain it, but you were stuck between your desires and your sense of reason.

You were aware of Miguel’s sadistic mannerisms and how there could be a chance he wasn’t fully well as he lets on, it was why you were here, but the longer you spoke with him, the more the task at hand was leaving you.

However, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease he gave you at times.

“M-May I ask how have you been feeling lately? Any changes?” You asked, changing the topic and settling your eyes upon Miguel once more to see him smirking. “It’s all been the same, doctor.” He began. “We have group therapies on Wednesday, daily morning activities and indoor activities…” He said, wetting his lips with the swipe of his tongue, the sight causing the tips of your ears to burn red.

Sometime while he was speaking, you shamefully zoned out to taking in how sexy he looked.

His white shirt tightly hugged his body, giving one a view of his hardened nipples, defined pecs, and washboard abs. Every curve of muscle was accentuated under the white fabric that teased anyone who saw. The muscles of his legs pressed against his gray sweatpants, and your eyes widened slightly at being able to make out the enormity that rested against his thigh. The sight causing you to bite your lip…

“Querida?”

The sexy patient called out to you, snapping you from your trance. “Y-Yes!?” You inquired, clearing your throat and taking a more assertive and relaxed position to try and dismiss your previous lack of professionalism. Miguel snickered. “It seemed you were off somewhere else…and here I thought that was my job.” He joked, causing you to chuckle nervously.

“M-My apologies. You may continue.” You replied, wishing to proceed as if none of that happened. Miguel smirked, his crimson eyes roaming along your body before his finger began to tap upon the armrest.

“In my leisure, I write in my journal, read, or tend to my plant.” He finished, keeping it short and gesturing to the bookshelf in the room that held a pot of beautiful flowers. You smiled seeing how the black flowers bloomed upon the shelf.

“May I ask, what is it that you write in your journal?” You asked, looking back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed. “It wouldn’t be ethical if I asked what you write in your diary, would it, doctor?” He inquired, causing you to instantly become regretful of your words. You casted him an apologetic look. “M-My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No…it’s fine. Your fascination is interesting…” He trailed off, a tap of his finger following your words. You glanced back over at his plant once more, the flower really captivating you. “The plant is family to the Calla Lilies.” Miguel answered before you could even ask, looking over at you as you continued to inspect the plant from your seat. “Hmm…I’ve never seen a plant like this.”

“Because this plant, in particular, is very rare.” He explained. “Native to South Africa, Escape, is a very rare find.” Miguel said with a fanged grin. “It’s why I made it mandatory that it was brought with me when I was assigned at NYS-MH.”

You stared in awe at the abnormally black flower. This was your first time seeing a plant of pitch blackness that hadn’t already withered away, but Miguel’s next words grabbed your attention.

“But one day while tending to my flowers, I hit an…epiphany of sorts.” Miguel told you, causing you to cock your head in puzzlement.

His words intrigued you…

“May I ask what epiphany you reached, Dr. O’Hara?” At your question, Miguel gave you a look of appreciation and sincerity. “I understand that upon my arrival, I wasn’t…in the best state of mind.” He said with a sigh. “But after being here, I feel like I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” You asked, bringing a small smile to his lips. “I…believe I’m ready to see the world again.” He answered, giving you a genuine look of certainty.

His realization filled you with gratification. You reached for his brown folder, believing he had, indeed, improved. The first major step for the patient was seeing that they were initially unwell, which the patient had achieved.

“I’m greatly pleased with your recognition of this epiphany of yours, Dr. O’Hara.” You said, holding his folder in your hands. “But I believe you are ready to answer some more serious questions.” You said, glancing up at him. “Are you ready?” You asked, seeking permission of his state of mind before proceeding.

With a nod from Miguel, you opened his folder, pulling out a few of his documents to begin asking more serious questions regarding them. “I’ve noticed in your next of kin that you asked for them to not be aware of your mental treatment.” You began, looking up at Miguel to see him already gazing back at you, his crimson orbs trained on you. The sight made your heart flutter. “M-May I ask how you would cope on the outside without your familial relations knowing of t-the treatments and necessary tools you've learned whilst being here?” At your inquiry, Miguel’s face hardened, his crimson eyes darkening.

“Well, you see, my dear therapist, family can be a bit…overwhelming.” He uttered, tapping his finger against the armrest once more like a metronome; his eye contact never breaking. “I’ve decided to take a more independent route for now.” He explained in a deep, slow voice. “But friends, colleagues—people who don't burden me with unnecessary questions about the past are who I seek.” He said, his voice holding a hint of coldness as his jaw clenched.

“Because, it’s important to focus on the present and the future, rather than the past, don’t you think…

Doctor?”

You gulped, his words seeming to have you in a vice. It was as if he had some kind of control over you, all of the rules and regulations you learned whilst being an evaluation therapist at NYS-MH faded from your mind. You couldn’t figure out what you found so enticing about him.

Was it the way he looked or behaved? How he seemed to speak with such intellect in a tone of voice that could lull one to sleep?

You were puzzled…

But you were certain something was happening, and it was greatly affecting you and your ability to think clearly.

You hesitantly nodded, clenching his folder and feeling your cheeks redden once again. “T-That is correct.” You agreed, not believing what you were saying. “I would understand your desire to look past your previous mistakes and move forward.” You uttered, trying to keep your attention on the patient.

“Indeed…Mistakes.” He smirked, a small chuckle passing his lips, his finger seeming to tap against the armchair after your words. Your eyes looked from his hand and to his face, studying how his coffee-brown locks blowned gently in the breeze from the vent overhead, and to his defined cheekbones and broad nose that made him even more captivating…

“Have any more questions for me, doctor?”

You jumped at his inqury, noticing you were just staring at him.

What the hell was wrong with you?!

A little disheveled, you fumbled through the folder for the next pages of information you sought, picking up his documents on his treatment plan of medications and his incident reports. “Umm…I-I wanted to ask about your medications.” You began, wetting your lips and holding the papers up to hide behind them. “T-There were two occurrences where you refused to take your medication. M-may I ask why you refused?” You asked, peeking around the paper to see the patient adjust his black eyeglasses upon his face along with the repeated thudding of his finger upon the chair.

“I must ask, how would you feel if someone took away your identity?”

“W-what?!” You asked in surprise, lowering the pages hastily. A laugh rumbled from his broad chest, giving you a clear view of his otherworldly fangs that made the pit of your stomach twist into knots. “You heard me, doctor.” He stated in a manner that was to be amusing but only made one disturbed.

“What if someone was trying to force you to be someone else? Someone you are not?” He asked, causing you to chew your inner cheek and ponder his question. “I…I guess I wouldn’t like that.”

“Indeed…” He replied. “Any creature would despise the fact of forced transformation of oneself. It’s the reason you cannot simply change a savage tiger to being a tamed kitten in your home.” The dark-haired male explained. “It’s because a tiger would always cling to its savage ways, it's what keeps them alive—it’s what they enjoy.”

Thinking back, you wished at that moment you listened deeply to his analogy. Took in each word he uttered…but like an lovesick high-schooler, you bypassed it and fell hard for his wit.

“That’s…a great analogy, Dr. O’Hara.”

“Why thank you, dear.” Miguel replied with a smirk before his old expression shifted to hold furrowed eyebrows and a frown—a set of facial features that instantly tugged at your heart. “But…the true reason I refused my medication was because…” He heaved a deep sigh, biting his lip. “The depressants make me sleepy and tired all the time, and…the idea of having to depend on medicine to stabilize my irritability and emotions is rather disheartening to me.” He said in a sorrowful voice. “I refused them because I believe I can be better without them.”

You listened closely to his words, taking note of his concerns and feeling rather empathetic. “In all honesty, how would you explain your current mental health condition?” You asked, placing your compassionate eyes upon him.

He gave you a heartfelt smile, one that made your heart soar. “Like I said previously, I feel better, Doctor.” Miguel said in genuinely. “I’ve seen the errors in my ways and am deeply disgusted by what I’ve done to innocent individuals…t-too myself.” He said, looking away at the ground in shame.

“I wish to return back into society and start anew.” He replied. “Be the man that I’ve wanted to be—not some madman who allowed his idea to get too out of hand that led to the deaths of innocence.” Miguel professed to you with an emotional and hearty voice.

You nodded slowly as you noticed his scarlet eyes flicker down to your hands that held the brown folder. “Doctor…

May I?”

Dr. O’Hara asked, extending his large, calloused hand to you, seeking your palm. Your eyes widened, thickly gulping and looking back up to meet his red orbs that seemed to suck you in—enticing you to take it.

Physical connection with patients were strictly forbidden, but the sadden look of desperation upon his face led you to take his hand. You placed the brown folder upon the table before resting your hand in his large palm, and instantly yours looked to have shrunken in size. With a fluttering heart and belly, you met his eyes and instantly melted under his crimson eyes.

“Please, Cariño. I assure you, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

The patient affirmed, giving your hand an affectionate squeeze, following his heartfelt promise. Your breath caught in your throat at his genuine gaze and words.

From his evaluation, you couldn’t help but agree that he was ready…

He didn’t utter a word of sadism or show signs of insanity, revealing his first diagnosis of Psychopathy was treated or can be suppressed. He exhibited signs of sympathy for his victims, and also didn’t become angry at triggering questions, displaying that his second diagnosis of antisocial personality disorder was also cured or treated.

Like he said…

Dr. Miguel O’Hara was ready.

You gave him a small smile, placing your free hand atop of his as Miguel’s eyes shifted down to your kind gesture and back onto your face. “Okay…I believe you.” You said, caressing his knuckles with your thumb. “I’ll be sure to send in your evaluation report that you are good to go.” You told him, but as an evaluation therapist you weren’t supposed to say, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling from your mouth.

Giving him a departed smile, you released his hands and collected your things. His touch still burned into your skin and left you yearning for more of him.

You felt his abnormal eyes on you as you went to the door. Suddenly, upon putting your hand on the doorknob, a cold shiver ran down your back—one that instantly made you come to a halt. Your eyebrows furrowed at the unsettling sensation, causing you to bite your lip in nervousness.

“And Miguel…” You called out to him, using his name and looking over your shoulder at the dark-haired male. His tanned, chiseled face held an expression of hidden joy and interest as he turned towards you, his attention captured by your call whilst he remained seated in his chair

You clenched the folder tightly, hastily shifting your gaze to meet his scarlet eyes—the previous feeling of discomfort and unease vanishing.

“I-I hope you keep your word.” You said in a voice full of reverence. Miguel returned your words with a reassuring smirk, his sharp canines poking from over his bottom lip.

“You have my word, Doctor. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

After turning in Dr. Miguel O'Hara’s evaluation report and going home, the scientist was still on your mind.

The way the doctor looked at you with his beautiful red eyes from behind his black spectacles, with a gaze of interest, to the fanged smiles and smirks he gave you—merely thinking about it made your cheeks redden.

You bit your lip, feeling a need to cure this desire for him, but you decided to push it away. You couldn’t feel this way about him…

You couldn’t…

…

But you did…

Extremely…

You lay under the blankets of your bed, tossing and turning as every time you closed your eyes to sleep, he would fill your mind.

Especially the glimpse you got of his package.

How his massive member was accentuated underneath the gray fabric of his sweatpants, revealing how thick and long he was.

The remembrance made you drool…

It had been forever since you’d touched yourself. Being a therapist at a mental facility was a rather time-consuming job, and you weren’t really interested in the many men who tried to get your attention.

Until him…

Why did it have to be him of all people?

It was a guilty pleasure, that was for sure—to have fallen so hard for this doctor, your patient who had many wounds that still needed healing.

But oddly, his wounds only pulled you in even more…

You bit your lip, allowing your hands to begin roaming along your body, imagining they were his calloused ones—remembering how his large hands practically engulfed yours when holding his hand, and how rough they felt.

Oh, how good it would feel if they were the ones touching you.

Giving your clothed breasts a squeeze through your shirt, you moaned softly. Despite his past of being sadistic and cruel to others, you imagined him being gentle with you—caressing your body and touching you in a way that stole your breath every time. You arched your back as your thumb barely flicked over your pebbled nipples, drawing a whimper from your lips.

Your panties were heavily drenched in your juices due to your core's insistent pleas for stimulation and touch. Finally satisfying yourself, with a sharp tug, you pulled your panties down, freeing your pulsating pussy.

You breathed a sigh of relief, hastily getting into a comfortable position on your back and allowing your legs to fall apart. With closed eyes, you allowed thoughts of Dr. O'Hara to guide your movements.

His massive hand ran along your abdomen, teasing you with his skilled fingertips and trailing lower. A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers brushed softly along your throbbing bud and soppy folds, spreading your juices along the sensitive area.

You imagined Dr. O'Hara above you, his red eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he smirked down at you, pressing his large middle finger into your entrance. You moaned, feeling his finger filling your tight walls.

Whimpers escaped your lips at how good his finger felt inside of you, your back arching in desire for more of him. His smirk broadened at your eagerness, as he slowly drew his finger out to the tip before pushing back in, quickly finding a rhythm and keeping at it with each thrust.

Your toes curled, burying your face in your inner elbow as you continued to finger your wet pussy, wishing Dr. O'Hara was here, but imagining would have to do. It wasnt long before a heat began to pool in your lower belly, your breathing picking up.

"Taking my fingers so well, dear," Dr. O'Hara whispered into your ear, gently nipping along your lobe and throat, his fangs grazing your skin. You whined into your arm, his fingers picking up speed and hooking just right inside your pussy, bringing you to your blissful end.

With a loud cry, your thighs trembled horribly as your juices spilled in hot spurts, soaking your hand and the sheets underneath.

Your eyes fluttered close, trying to overcome the buzz that overwhelmed your body after your release. It took a moment, but when you caught your breath and your vision settled, you withdrew your fingers from your pussy, casting your eyes upon them to see that they, not Dr. O'Hara's, were covered in your juices. You exhaled in disappointment.

Despite how good it felt imagining it was him, you couldn't help wanting Dr. O'Hara in the physical…

"I imagine I must seem like a puzzle that’s meant to be solved by you, don’t I, dear?"

As you lay there, still tinglinh from your pleasurable moment, his words filled your head, leaving you to ponder his question once more.

Did you believe him to be a puzzle that only you could solve? In the moment, you said no, but deep down, you wanted nothing more than to thoroughly fix him.

Like many patients upon being released, they still faced numerous challenges, including reentering society, finding a job, and avoiding triggers, after departing from NYS-MH.

He was going to need help, and with all your heart, you wanted to be there for him.

And you were going to.

No matter what…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first part of 'Tangled in his Webs.' 😆I really enjoyed writing Miguel in this persona as it was different and honestly fun, especially with him being a darker character. It was rather new for me writing in this manner, despite some challenges here and there, I'm overall proud of the outcome and I hope you are too!

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Okay I have a request it’s about sanji during wci when he was at germa and he was sad because of his stupid siblings the reader is a maid and she receives bad treatment from his brothers so basically they treat each other’s wounds and bring comfort to each other with soft affection maybe some smut ? ☺️🫶🏽

alright! I'm so sorry it took so long I got caught up in the holiday stuff. I am not actually through WCI yet... just starting because I'm a big dummy and I forgot so if this is bad I apologize in advance i just looked up the names and read up on how they act but I'm kind of unsure still. Not proofread and oh yeah if it sucks it's cause I'm half awake on New Year's Day!!! Warnings: smut, p in v, cursing, abuse

Take me away

Y/N was scrubbing the floor, and Niji and Yonji were watching. She could feel her body aching from the scolding she got before for missing a piece of food Yonji dropped seemingly on purpose.

"You're such a waste of space; you can't even do the job we keep you here for." Yonji kicked the brush from her hands, his boot digging into her fingertips, searing pain running to her brain. She could feel Niji's presence behind her. He was running his hand up her neck and grabbed her by her hair, his grip so tight she was sure he was going to take some of her hair. "What should your punishment be, you worthless piece of trash?"

Hot tears were running down her face; she could only look down in fear. Of course, she would mess up the simple tasks she was assigned; now they were using her for entertainment until they got bored. It had been like this since she was young. Judge Vinsmoke had found her; she was alone at sea, and she thought she had met her savior, but she had met her captor instead.

She hadn't been able to leave, no matter how many attempts she made; she was given to Reiju. She was always behind the eldest Vinsmoke, but when she was dismissed, she would be allowed to just be by herself, thinking about how she could escape and daydreaming about how much better life would be if she was back home.

One day, she was caught trying to escape again and given one of the most brutal beatings she had to date. Sanji appeared; he was a light in the sad and tired life she led. His kindness kept her from being a numb and mindless zombie; they would dress each other's wounds and generally be a kind of support, knowing they weren't alone in this world. But like all good things for her, it came to an end when Sanji disappeared. She was utterly alone and forced to endure countless sessions of inhumane punishments for a single smudge or some other bullshit excuse they came up with.

She felt a surge of joy to hear that the blonde would be returning. His marriage to Pudding had been a victory for Judge, and he was constantly gloating about his partnership with Big Mom. She was cleaning the dining room to prepare for the engagement dinner when Yonji and Niji appeared to bother her once again. Niji let go of her hair, but the momentary relief was overshadowed. His boot hit her right in the stomach, and she buckled as she groaned in pain. Yonji laughed as he put his full weight on her hand. Thankfully, her torture had been cut short by the arrival of the third son.

"What are you guys doing? She's a lady, and she should be treated with more respect." Sanji walked over to kneel beside her. He looked at her disheveled appearance and couldn't help but feel disgusted at her treatment. He couldn't check on her for long because his younger brother laughed. "Of course the other trash is here to save her." Yonji struck Sanji with a punch to the face. Sanji hissed and glared as the pair decided they were leaving, now done with tormenting Y/N.

She broke down into quiet sobs. Sanji sighed as he grabbed his eye and stood. He picked her up, cradling her trembling body close to him. He thought to move them to somewhere more private so that he could calm her down and check her out fully.

Once they got to the room that he had been staying in, he went to grab a cloth to wipe her face with. She had older cuts that were now open again, crimson red running down her neck, and he felt himself grow angry with his family. "Y/N-san, it's okay now; you can trust me." It came out as a hushed whisper, like he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, her sobbing would worsen.

"Like, how could I trust you to stay here with me? You left without even saying goodbye," she whimpered. "Sanji, I cried every night because I didn't know what happened to you; I thought you died." She erupted into tears again, and he just sighed and ran the towel over her gash.

"If I could've told you, I would've, better yet, would've taken you with me, but I couldn't." He gazed into her eyes with years of regret. "I never should have left you here with them; I missed you every day, Y/N-san." He placed the bandage on the wound and sighed. "I'll go get us some ice packs; please just lay in bed and get some rest." He walked to the door and gave her one last look. She thought against lying in bed, but she ultimately gave up on being afraid of what would happen to her if anyone else found her in his bed.

When he got back, he grinned to himself when he saw her sleeping on the bed. She looked so at peace in her sleep that he remembered how pretty he thought she was when they were younger. He would always try to woo her, and she would just say that she wasn't beautiful. He always thought that she just couldn't see what he saw.

"Hey, Mon Ange, wake up for me." He softly shook her awake, and she wiped the sleep out of her eyes and let out a groan as she stretched, the pain in her limbs catching up to her. She noticed how close he was to her. "Sanji, I'm glad you're back," she sighed. "Even though you're getting married," she said, Sanji couldn’t help but shake his head at the mention of his fiance.

"We don't have to think about the stuff going on outside right now, Ange; just worry about you and me." She watched as he put the ice down. He leaned in closer; their lips were now inches apart. She let out a gasp, and he closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers. They were slightly chapped, and he felt her hand run up his torso, and he shivered.

"Sanji, should we be doing this? What if someone finds out?" She shudders at the thought of the punishment she would receive if the judge found out. Sanji ran his hand over her jaw, urging her to look at him. "I'll never let them hurt you again; I have a plan to get you out of here." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You'll have to leave without me, though beautiful, but I promise I will get you out."

She was at a loss for words; she had dreamed of this moment since the day she was found. Sanji and freedom are the only two things she ever wanted, and he was here again to give them to her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed him by the face and smashed her lips back onto his.

Straddling him, she whimpered as his hands moved to her thighs, and he gradually made his way up to her plump ass. Her tongue ran across his lips, and he couldn't fight the grin on his face. "You're an eager one, huh, baby girl." She felt the embarrassment creep up on her. She shied away from him. "I-I just." She looked at his face and put a hand over her mouth. "Sanji, your nose is bleeding." She wiped the blood and sighed as she moved to get off of his lap.

He pulled her back onto his bulge and smiled at her. "Don't worry, baby, I like how much you need me." He rutted against her sweet little pussy, and he swore she let out the sweetest noise ever. "Sanji, is this a goodbye? I can't do this if I'll never see you again," feeling her fear he spoke carefully. "I will find a way to get back to you, even if I have to go through hell to get to you.”

He couldn't get any more turned on; her fucking body was doing so many things to him. "Can I take this off, gorgeous?" He grabbed at the ends of her dress; she pulled it over her head and grabbed at his shirt. "I don't want to be the only one, Ji," he smiled and looked at her; her breasts were looking so perfect, he couldn't help himself. "If you need to see me naked, that bad baby, you can get me undressed yourself," he said, leaning closer to her to take one of her perfect nipples into his mouth.

Y/N felt a pleasurable surge go through her; her pussy clenched around nothing. She began her work of unbuttoning his shirt as he switched to the neglected nipple while pinching the other. His pants were next on her list, but as she ran her hand down his stomach to his cock, he stopped her.

He flipped her down onto her stomach, fingers digging into her hips to angle them just right. Her pussy had left a wet spot on the white cotton panties she was wearing. He leaned down, and she felt him breathe in her scent. She whimpered and let out a weak "Sanji" as a scolding, but he was so focused on the smell of her perfect little cunt. His dick twitched as he groaned, "Fuck mon ange, it should be impossible for you to be this addicting."

He pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees, undoing his restricting pants and pushing them low enough so he could feel his cock be free from his underwear. His cock was so heavy she could feel it twitching and leaking sticky hot pre-cum onto her sun-kissed skin. She was sure she was leaving a puddle on the bed from how wet she was getting.

He ran the tip of his shaft over her hole and down and over her clit; he kept it up as her whines grew in volume. "Please, Sanji, please just fuck me; I need it so bad." He moved his hands, one to wrap around her throat and the other to slip a single finger into her wet hole. She moaned so loudly that she swore that everyone would know what was happening. His finger went so much deeper than she could ever reach, but she still needed more. Her hips were bucking trying to get more pleasure. "Fuck baby, that's it. Use my fingers to make yourself cum," he leaned down to her ear. "And then I'll fuck you so good you'll be my personal fuck toy forever." He slipped another finger in, much to her delight.

She was moving erratically now; he could tell by her broken noises and fucked-out expression that she was on the verge of cumming down his hand. He needed her too; so he could stop rubbing his leaking cock on her thigh and slide home into her aching, hot cunt. "Come on, my love, you can do it." His hand tightened around her throat. "Show me what a good girl you can be for Daddy." Before the last word falls from his tongue, she is trembling and pulsing around his fingers, and he purrs into her ear, "So good for me, Monange, such a good little girl with the most perfect fucking pussy." She keened at the praise.

"Are you ready for the real thing, my love?" he said as he gripped the base of his cock. She turned just enough to see his eyes. "I've never wanted anything more in my life," and he chuckled before pushing into her soaking pussy. It felt so warm, like he was in heaven, almost. It was taking all of his strength not to immediately start pounding her. His self-control was wearing thin "Please tell me when I can move, baby," he started trailing kisses down her neck and back.

Once she gave him the okay to start moving, she couldn't help but let out the sluttiest moans. His cock was dragging against her walls and reaching places she never knew existed. "So full, Daddy," she said, giving her a wicked grin. "Is it too much, my love? Your sweet pussy is only taking over half of my cock. There's still some left, love," he crooned. She just felt her eyes roll back when he hit a certain spongey spot. Her face fell into the pillows as he continued to rock his hips into hers. He was watching her ass as it jiggled with every smack of his thrust. It was hypnotizing to watch. He noticed her cries were getting more desperate, and the need in her voice was driving him closer to his peak. "Come on, baby girl, give it to Daddy," he murmured to her. "Cum on his cock and milk his cum into that perfect pussy."

She mewled as the building's white-hot pleasure erupted like fireworks in her belly. small whimpers of his name and how good he was making her feel, and that would be all it would take before Sanji pulled his cock out of her and let his load splash onto her ass and thighs with a high-pitched moan. Their labored breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise silent room.

"I'm going to get you cleaned up, and we are going to go meet someone who can take you away for me." Sanji pulled her into a kiss. "He's my captain, and I know he'll take care of you." She just gave a weak nod as she felt the drowsiness start to creep in. He just huffed to himself and got up to finish his plan to keep his love away from his awful blood family.

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okay, I have no idea if this is good but I did it nonetheless. hope you have a wonderful day/night xoxo bunny boo <3

#black y/n #black!reader #black reader #black reader insert #poc reader #black writers #sanji vinsmoke x black!reader #sanji x you

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baahsu · 10 months

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hi hello baahsu its me the person who wrote two (give or take) whole ass vscest smut fics in your inbox now returned after a sudden month long disappearance to (hopefully lol) continue yelling happily about this ship with you!! :]

tldr i got back into op again and noticed how incredibly dry tumblrs vinsmokecest tag is and realized itd prolly be best to add to it lol, but alas i don't rlly know what to talk about rn :,)

uh. how about this!! what do you think would be the siblings' favorite outfits to fuck in, iydm me asking??

kinda generic but i think 124ji would lose it (/pos) if they got the chance to fuck sanji in his raid suit, mumbling and raving in his ear about he should just keep it on all the time as they take turns destroying him. reiju, although not as crazy abt it bc shes a *liiitle* more sane lol, would probably find it decently hot as well. sanjis no better tho- he sees his siblings, (especially yonji and reiju cause. tits :o]) all hot from battle in those skin tight suits and his nose is GUSHING

and heads kinda empty rn so cant think of much BUT i do have two ideas that im curious abt ur opinion on (and these are purely self indulgent lmao):

i srsly think ichiji has a feminization kink, though he doesnt really realize it 'less he gets emotions. it mostly crosses his mind whenever he sees sanji or niji in more effeminate clothing, like blouses, dresses, and ESPECIALLY skirts and is abruptly hit with the Vinsmoke Horny Gene™. he probably wouldn't piece it together unless reiju (ever the attentive vouyer) just straight up told him lmao

and SPEAKING of reiju, whether its her or one of her brothers wearing them, i feel like she has a thing for stockings. especially fishnets 🤲. especially TIGHT fishnets 🤲🤲. obviously all of them have good bodies that could rock stockings, but if we're going for a lower/bottom heavy build clearly sanjis the way to go. idk i just think that if reiju were to ever see sanji in any type of stockings (ESPECIALLY nice, snug fishnets) she'd just destroy him. like suck the soul outta him lol

YEAH thats all I got rn hqdyaduqfuqf good to be back yelling in your inbox about My Thoughts again have a good day/night :,]]

Welcome back anon!! I missed you 💜💜

I've said this before but I don't even bother looking at the vinsmokecest tag here bc I know there's never any new content in it (tho I'm surprised there's no hate either, guess this ship is unpopular from all sides lmao)

I actually never thought about any of these outfits options and my mind just went 🤯 at sanji's raid suit. Like, I can totally imagine the brothers praising sanji so much while wearing it?? "You're so pretty in it, it fits you so well, look at your thighs, it was made for you, you should just come back to us so you can always wear it, your ass looks so delicious in it too" they'd do it so much even reiju would have to say something, maybe just a subtle "they're right, you know" that would instantly disarm sanji

A more obvious outfit is lingerie, with how they are just the sight of a lacy bra strap or the peak of a garter belt or thigh strap would get them going. They'd be walking around the castle and catch a glimpse of it through the collar of a shirt, see the lines under one of their pants, and they'd pull the other into the closest room, sometimes not even that, the hallway is good enough and the staff passing by doing their jobs be damned (I can't decide if they'd enjoy putting on a show or if they'd get ridiculously jealous and rip their heads off tho)

#vinsmokecest #vinsmokes headcanons

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 1 year

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Requesting Rules

Just things I'm comfortable or uncomfortable writing:

Uncomfortable with (topics):

Incest / incest play (I include ASL brothers together)

Non-con / rape / coercing / manipulating reader into sex/ dub-con (CNC depends on the request. Consent is huge for me)

Scat / piss play

Pregnancy sexual situations (I'll do fluffy headcanons of x reader when pregnant, and breeding kinks)

ignoring safewords

dystopian au (nothing against it personally, just not my thing)

yandere

Manipulative character pairings (like purposely manipulative psychos in a relationship)

BIG age gaps (e.g. Garp x reader in 20's)

Father figures x characters

Comfortable with:

Smut (except for the stuff listed above) including multiple person scenarios, M/M!reader, F/F!reader, BDSM

Fluff

Miscommunication / jealousy

Tropes (you can pry the one bed trope and the "creepy guy won't leave _ alone so _ helps" trope from my cold, dead hands)

other au's (yesss gimme a challenge, let my imagination go wild)

Angst (either between characters or if reader/character is suffering mentally)

Angst and fluff

Fluff and smut (my FAVE)

Humor (I'll try, okay? I think I'm HILARIOUS but some other people don't)

Holiday centric pieces (I am pagan, but am familiar with Christian holidays and comfortable writing about it. I would love to write about introducing characters to pagan holidays :). Also like Valentines day, St. Patricks, etc.)

Dialogue prompts

Action/fight scenes

Uncomfortable with (Characters/pairings):

Crocodile

Doflamingo and his family (EXCEPT Corazon<3)

Ceasar

Gecko Moria

Blackbeard

Marine admirals/Garp (all but specified marines below)

Most of the supernova (EXCEPT. Kid, Luffy, Law)

Kaido

Yamato (just haven’t met him yet)

Vinsmoke Judge

Gol D Roger (haven’t met him much yet)

OC's

Comfortable with (Characters)

For anything (Including smut)

Strawhats:

Monster Trio (foursome, threesome, or single pairings x reader)

Nami

Robin

Usopp

Marines:

Koby

Smoker

Others:

Kid

Law

Corazon

Killer

Mihawk

Ace

Marco

Sabo

Katakuri

Reiju Vinsmoke

Ichiji, niji, yonji vinsmoke (pure smut only)

Rayleigh

Fluff only (includes romantic fluff unless stared otherwise)

Straw hats:

Franky

Jinbe

Chopper (NO ROMANCE SCENARIOS)

Brook

Marines:

Garp (same ish age romance scenarios only)

Others:

Any of the mink tribe (including Bepo)

Boa Hancock

Any characters that are not in this list you can ask about, even when my requests are closed :)

Note: I always try to write my pieces to where the reader is described as vaguely as possible to reach the widest audience. Chubby? Amazing, and easy to imagine (stronk anime men). Black? Yes please, and no description of skin color (why I always use ‘heat’ or 'flush’ instead of 'turning red’). Small titties on a fem reader? Love it, and the size isn’t described. The only thing that might not be applicable is that I have characters touching your hair, which doesn’t apply to my badass bald bitches or to anyone who covers their hair as part of their religion. HOWEVER if people want, I can change/remove those parts for any fics they request or add any traits.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #one piece requests #one piece smut #one piece reader insert #one piece character pairings #one piece #request rules #rules #requesting rules

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torn-butterfly-wings · 4 months

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RP Rules

Rating:

This blog will eventually be 18+ with tagged NSFW posts.

Basics:

I can be a bit selective at times but not private or exclusive. IMs and Asks are always open to talk to me about plotting. So, if you want to interact, feel free to message me. Please do not rush me, it tends to make me shut down to the levels of stress and depression I’m still getting used to.

I know a lot of people don’t like them but unfortunately I need an introductory thread in order to start writing with an OC or characters my muses haven't met yet. My muses can be hesitant or fickle. Unless my character knows yours in canon they need to be introduced because I need to be able to form my responses around how our muses would actually interact, otherwise I tend to lose muse.

Starting RPs:

There are several ways to RP with me.

_ Send me an in-character ask _ Message me and ask to plot a thread _ Send in an a starter meme I posted recently _ Respond to one of my Open Starters that hasn’t been answered already

Writing Rules:

I write paragraph style, no asterisks. Please use a minimum of two sentences per reply unless we’ve known each other for a while. Your grammar and English do not have to be perfect. So long as I can get the basics of what you’re saying then we’re fine to continue.

Shipping:

Shipping and smut only happens if there is chemistry between our characters. Muses must have a first meeting before any shipping officially happens unless muses know each other in canon.

Shipping nopes: _ Sora will not be shipped with any of her children. Nor will she be willingly giving her romantic attention to Judge after the birth of her sons. _ Unless its a major AU Cosette will NOT be shipped with Niji.

Canon and OCs:

This blog is OC friendly and encourages them to interact.

For canon, I love to interact with most One Piece characters.

Warnings:

Dark themes such as spousal abuse, child experimentation, child abuse, violence, warmongering, forced marriage, imprisonment, etc. will all be regular topics on this blog. Germa is a very unkind place and both these women have been through hell.

Smut:

Smut is only for Muns and Muses over 18.

Triggers:

I will try to tag most triggers. Still, something may slip by, my apologies. Remind me if I miss something so that I can tag it.

Mun’s only trigger is maggots.

#rules

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @portgasdash asked: Hiii sashiii you know what I am gonna ask Ichiji and female reader with the touch prompt below. Let's add a bit of sensory deprivation for our prince where he can't touch and see hut he can sure feel everything his pet is doing to him :3 love yoooou➜ of course my love! please enjoy our strawberry boy! ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. blindfold. vag sex. kinda romantic. ✦ wc: 2k ✦ masterlist

Where blue orbs should be shining, now there is heavy gauze covering them. He rests laying on a big couch, with his hands on top of his belly and lips semi apart.

The monitor had been already disconnected from him, Prince Ichiji only has to rest for a few days until he is able to see again. He didn’t really wanted to get his eyes once again modified, but he wasn’t the one able to decide. Judge had developed what he called “an improvement in vision” and so his sons, specially Ichiji had to try it first.

You couldn’t help but worry; sure, he is an incredible strong human and sure nothing could hurt him… but messing again with his vision was something you weren’t happy about either.

However, because Ichiji had been a great boyf- master to you, you wanted him to go through his recuperation with a smile on his face… even if he wouldn’t be able to see exactly what his surprise is.

“Ichiji-sama 🎵 ~” you chime, with a melodic tone he loves to hear. Your hands behind your back and a playful way of walking inside his room.

The sun slightly caresses his red locks that aren’t as brushed and stiff as always but rather lose falling over his perfect countenance. You notice he jolts such a little to the sound of your voice, but a smirk isn’t appearing on his lips this time.

“What is it, (Name)? I am resting now” he says, short and straightforwardly.

It takes you a back for some seconds. He has always acted as a serious man; in fact he tries hard not to show any emotion besides disdain and true qualities of a prince… but never once he has said no to your sweet playful approach.

“I- I just wanted to come and give you a surprised to cheer you up. Are you feeling any pain?” you ask, shily. The last part for sure being the most risky question above all… Vinsmoke Ichiji never grieves or hurts… right?

You can see his fists closing and his nails carving on the armrests of his chair. “I don’t feel any type of pain” he mumbles, with clenching jaw and equally clenched teeth. Yet, he is not angry at you. He would never. He is simply, and most probably, sad. And that’s not something he was taught how to overcome.

But you can’t stop yourself. And soon you slide like a snake to where he is, surrounding his frame from behind with your arms. A palm on his chest, and you can feel the way his modified heart pumps faster. Maybe it is even made out of steel, who knows.

“I apologize for even suggesting my prince would be weak in any way. May I give Ichiji-sama my gift now?” you whisper into his right ear.

You see his neck skin turning all bumpy, reacting so instantly to your soft and purring words. A smirk plasters in your lips as you can also sense his pulse raising on the palm of your hand.

“You may… but, I won’t be able to do much. I am unable to move, they told me I could lose my sight if I dare to move further” he accepts, understanding very well your lustful intentions.

You giggle. You are fully aware of the proper care you should give to him. You have asked every doctor and scientist before even entering the room. They know of your close relationship with the prince, nor any of them know exactly what you two do on sleepless nights.

“My prince, just relax. This time, your kitty will do all the work for you… Let me pamper you ~” you moan, this time in his left ear, placing a kiss on his cheek after.

He gasps at your soft lips being pressed on his skin; because it was sweet and caring, and he couldn’t push you away to say he didn’t like such loving gesture. It is, perhaps, for Ichiji, a real difficult challenge to grant control to others.

You walk around him to face his highness, never once lifting your hands from his shoulders. He can tell you are in front of him, but not exactly what you are doing nor about to do. Sure, he could use Haki, but for what reason? Wasn’t this a surprise? Then, so be it.

Slowly and silently, you straddle your hips on his lap. Letting your body fall ever so softly on top of him, making him jolt at your sudden approach. A movement you aren’t usually allowed to perform if not he is ordering you to do so.

You giggle. Ichiji isn’t probably aware of the faces he is making; a frowning that looks more of a troubled expression. Not because he is uncomfortable but because he has fallen into the trap of lust and perversion so quickly.

“My prince, you smell so good” you utter, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. He, as always, and even more now, smells like the sweet path to hell. His scent is so enticing and delicious, you couldn’t even yet decipher exactly what it is. It’s a mix in between juicy strawberries, spike full roses and masculine perfume.

It’s clear he has just had a bath, and you kinda hate the fact some other women had seen him naked and ultimately washed his perfect body. But, alas, is not now when you should worry about it.

Ichiji’s hands finally move so delicately to the small of your back, pushing you slightly towards his chest. He unconsciously needs you closer, so closer he couldn’t breathe as your breasts press against his pecs.

Smirking, you allow him to push you in and enjoy the taste of his neck skin with just the tip of your tongue. You leave a pool of shininess on the little indentation his prominent right collarbone has above before biting with great elegance such place.

“You are so delicious, my master ~” you murmur, using your hands to slowly unbutton his black ruffled shirt. The future king has always dressed differently from the other princes, which is nothing but yet another showing of his uniqueness.

“Am I, (Name)? Indulge in my body for today, you are absolutely allowed to” he grants you permission to go any further, to enjoy his anatomy, to praise his constitution as a God.

You excitedly beam. You weren’t expecting such reaction, but this is maybe the most beautiful way Ichiji has to express love and gratitude towards your support.

While you finally free him from the last button, you keep your hips moving in a floaty way back and forth. You can feel his hardness growing, yearning to be released from pristine white trousers.

Taking a moment to admire such work of art, his marked abs and his pale white skin are nothing but perfection to your eyes. You use your hands, who have been previously treated to be as soft as possible, to travel up and down his chest. And from his chest, you go down to the tiniest bump of belly that protrudes as he is sitting down.

You feel tiny little twitches coming from his muscles, turning rapidly into shivers as you begin to kiss down his abs. “As always, every inch of your body tastes uttermost delicious” you murmur, licking every corner of his flesh.

It’s been some minutes since the sun has set, and now the brightest of the moons shines outside the window. Before taking your lingering hands to his belt, you take a moment to admire such spectacular view from the castle. And, even if the Grandline ahead looked marvellous, there was nothing compared to the beauty you had in front and under you.

“It’s already night, Ichiji-sama…” you purr into his ear, followed by a soft bite on his earlobe.

“Ngh.. is it? I-…” he is unable to articulate any words, as you have just freed his sex from the trapping hands of his trousers. Slowly sliding back on his legs, you don’t care about your weight; Ichiji can support you with no effort at all. His thighs are literally made out of steel.

Speaking of thighs; there is something you wanted to do since forever and that you couldn’t until today. Is not that you wouldn’t want to carve your nails into his quadriceps whenever he is fucking your mouth, but you never dared. However, as he has allowed you to enjoy his body freely, you will, all over his skin, use your hands tonight.

“Master, your legs… I love them so much” you purr, massaging his muscles with silky motions that soon turn into violent squeezes.

The future king moans out of surprise, and soon his own palm searches for your neck.

You giggle, helping him get to it as he is blindly trying to find your carotids to be pressed. “Here, Ichiji-sama. You want to choke me?” you ask, giggling, squeezing his hand to do so.

“No�� I wanted to – your face…” he whispers, with blushed cheeks becoming ever redder than his hair. He wanted to give you a caress? That’s, for sure, something new.

You smile softly, and thus, you move his hand to your cheek. He soon uses his thumb to graze your pouty lips. He is maybe trying to touch to imagine or asking for kisses. And you allow him to have both. As you reach for his mouth, he pouts in urge to finally give you a steamy kiss. Such needy expression makes you shiver, never once you’ve seen it and it’s the most precious memory you will ever have of him.

While your tongues dance, and your hips softly hump on his now fully hard sex, you move his hands down your chest. You let them rest for some minutes on your breasts, allowing him to discover you are wearing the expensive lingerie he has bought for you.

Ichiji presses, squeezes, enjoy the touch of your hardening nipples. He smirks with your lips still pressed; he grunts in pleasure.

You giggle more and more, and the humping gets even faster. Even if he isn’t still inside you, your wetness are creating a mess on both of your laps. And so much the grazing of your sexes is making you both bite each other’s lips, that none can wait any longer. Both want to mix in one, join your bodies as much as possible…

“My prince, shall you bless me with your hardness deep inside me?” you politely ask, before lifting your hips up a little to let his juicy length slide inside you.

Ichiji grunts loudly, carving his fingers into the flesh of your side hips. He knows he can’t move any further, but oh how he wishes he could take those gauzes off to see your body jumping on his sex.

He helps you, blindly, to get his sex right inside you and with a soft spank on your ass he moans; “No need to be that formal, (Name)… let feel that tight hole surrounding my dick now”

You let yourself fall, while his shaft alone has moved your lace panties to the side. The violent intrusion of his hardness makes you throw your head back with a loud whine that could be heard all around Germa 66 castle.

But you don’t care. Neither does him.

You place your hands on his shoulder, squeezing deliciously such wide frame. You can see him biting his own lower lip, as he goes as deeper as he could go inside you.

Squeezing your walls, clenching to him, you begin to move up and down, back and forth. Taking his hands to your breasts, he enjoys how they bounce.

Ichiji brings his body towards you, burying his nose into your chest, hugging you tightly. He is about to burst, as he can only focus on what he can feel, what he can hear, what he can taste and smell in a total darkness… maybe he even learnt that connection is not just the beauty his eyes can see but all the rest his own body can feel…

You hug him with loving arms, passing your nails through his hair as climax hits us both in an explosive releasing sensation.

“Thank you for the gift, (Name)” he whispers, still buried into your chest. His words a little muzzled by your skin pressing his nose and lips.

You allow him to spend as much time as he desires there… you too close your eyes, there is no need to see anything else, but just to feel his warmth against yours, and the way his and your hands were all over your skins tonight… 💖

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