#one piece fanfic

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• nsfw ~Royal Guard! Trafalgar Law x F! Princess! Reader ~ Breaking the Rules
• Soft! Nsfw ~ Prince! Sanji x F! Reader ~ Behind Your Mask
• Dark! Nsfw ~ Prince Vinsmoke Ichiji x Spy! F! Reader ~ In Your Own Trap
• Coming soon: more Law, Sanji, Kid, Sabo, Shanks, Marco, Niji, Katakuri, Grimmjow, Ace,Gin.

Oh, Royal Lust Event
nsfw & sfwroyal AU event ~(One Piece & Bleach)

Welcome to the new event guys!

Are you lusting for some Royal content? Ready to fight for the crown with your fave characters? Discover the secrets of the princesses and princes? Maybe break the rules? In the name of love or lust, here we go!

Will open requests in 2 rounds (if there are more requests or you want more). No more than 2 requests for the same character!

First Round ➡ Available Slots: 0/ 7➡FULL!
Second Round ➡ Available slots: 0/7➡FULL!

❥Rules

The rules are -as always- the following:
Please be polite! A hello and thanks is enough!
The requests can beNSFW or SFW, please state it in your request.
You can choose different types of monarchy besides the classic European. Such us: Emperor (China, Japan, etc), Sultan, Emir, Pharaoh, any you’d like me to include.
I have a list of prompts you can request from, though is not mandatory! You can send me any idea, or I can choose for you!Include: character (One Piece / Bleach)(no minors please, if you ask for Ichigo, Uryuu, etc please state adult! x as in the last chapters of manga),gender of reader, prompt (if you want) & any further information you would like me to include. if NSFW ➡ You can ask for specific kinks. All kinks are allowed, except non con, incest (blood related), underage.

➡ Request example: Law x F! Reader, prompt, NSFW kinks: bondage. ⬅

❥Some Prompts
(Not mandatory, you can give me another one or I can pick one for you)

• Arranged marriage
• Breaking the rules of the royalty
• Rebellious Prince/Princess
• Royal’s secrets
• Masquerade Ball
• A buffoon for the King/Queen
• The Prince/Princess of the Enemies’ Kingdom.
• The Knight who cares for the Prince/Princess.
• Secret Mission: assassinate the King/Queen/Prince/Princess and falling in love
• The Prince/Princess needs a partner.
• But I really want him, not the King.  

After many years of hard work, the Marine had finally given you the title of Vice Admiral. Your life seemed perfect, but it all changed, when you learned of your limited lifespan. Battling against an incurable disease, which not even Dr. Vegapunk could defeat, you resign from the Marine and decide to live out your last few months in peace on your home island. One of the Schichibukias however, has other plans for you.

Chapter 2 - Visit

‘’It’s very simple, really.’’ One calm voice spoke, barely heard through the panicked yelling filling the room. ‘’I want to know why they resigned. All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll be on my way.’’ He continued with a wide grin stretched across his face.

‘’We’ve already told you, it’s classified information, Doflamingo!’’ One of the marine officers yelled in panic, his body moving without his permission, the gun is his hands now pointed at his colleague, who too had been forced into a battle-ready position against his will, his hands trembling around the sword.

‘’Fufufufu, classified? For who? As far as I know, I’m one the Marine’s side, and as such, I deserve to know what’s going on, don’t you agree?’’ His fingers moved, forcing the officer to place his finger on the trigger of the gun.

‘’What is going on here?’’ Came a strong voice. Vice admiral Tsuru stood in the doorway, taking in the chaotic scene before her, the officers crying out for her, ‘’Vice Admiral Tsuru! Make him stop, please!’’

She glanced at the grinning man, shaking her head while letting out a tired sigh. ‘’Won’t you be a good kid and let the officers go? I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.’’

As soon as the invisible bonds had disappeared, the officers scampered out the door, yelling their thanks to Tsuru on the way. The tall schichibukai had sat down on the top of the table in the middle of the room, fiddling with a newspaper that Tsuru had left there herself earlier this morning. It was the reason why she had come back to this room in the first place. Stumbling upon a schichibukai in marine headquarters, when there had been no call for a meeting, was totally unprecedented. Nevertheless, she had a hunch as to why he was here, one that involved the front page of said newspaper.

‘’That former subordinate of yours,’’ the pink-clad man started, ‘’They’ve come a long way, haven’t they? After several years of hard work they’ve finally had their efforts acknowledged.’’ His index finger was tapping against the picture of your face, as he looked down on it. ‘’But then,’’ he abruptly turned to face the older woman, ‘’They suddenly resign, with no explanation provided as to why. Now, we both know that this particular person would never just resign, especially after this well-deserved promotion, so I figured there was some other reason. Am I wrong?’’

Had she been younger and less experienced, she would easily have bowed under the threatening undertones of his question, but Tsuru had known this man for a long time now, having spent much of her career chasing him, before he joined forces with the Marine. Where others saw a dominant and powerful pirate, she saw a spoiled kid, who was too used to getting what he wanted. As long as she provided him with something satisfactory, he would leave without making a big fuss.

‘’(Y/n). Yes, they did not resign because they wanted to.’’ She turned to close the door behind her, making sure it was locked, before she continued. She was not supposed to tell anyone, therefore she had to make sure that no one heard her do it. ‘’It was decided that the reason for their resignation would be kept secret, in order to ensure their safety. The thing is, it was recently discovered that they suffer from a deadly disease, which we have no cure for. Dr. Vegapunk was asked to look at it, but even he couldn’t do anything. A high-ranking marine officer with a disease, which weakens them, would surely attract a lot of attention from former enemies or other rowdy pirates.’’ She strolled to the open window, her back turned to the silent schichibukai. ‘’They’ve returned to their home, to live in peace for the last few months they have left.’’

‘’Months…?’’ she heard a mutter, before something blew by her, and out of the open window.

Looking out the window, she could see the large figure of Doflamingo disappearing into the sky. Most would consider it an unwise move to let him go to them in their vulnerable state, she thought, as she watched the figure become smaller and smaller, as Doflamingo flew through the sky, off to see a certain someone. But she had figured it all out a long time ago.

They would be alright.

-

It had been a long time, since you last had spent this long at home. The life of a marine officer was busy, and it only got worse once you began ascending the ranks. Paperwork, rough days on the sea and pirates often kept you up, and your first night on the island was one of the best nights you had had in a long while, with nothing to disturb your sleep.

The first morning however, was… weird. You almost felt bad, letting yourself stay in bed for 20 minutes longer than you had planned. Punctuality was expected in the Marine, and after being a marine officer for several years, you had developed an internal clock, which prevented you from sleeping past the sunrise. When the feeling of discomfort became too strong, you hung your blanket on your shoulders, and trudged through your house, out the back door, to the side of the cliff your small house rested upon. The sky was a mix of blue, orange and red, the colors reflecting in the grand ocean that stretched before you, as calm winds blew over the sea to the island. The longing for the sea was already creeping up on you, but it would have to wait. Every second spent worrying, was a second wasted, and you didn’t have much time to waste. Today, you would re-insert yourself into the daily life of the island, with the help of your friendly neighbors. Osla, an old woman, whom you had known since childhood, was the first and only person outside of the marine to know about your condition. Her weary old eyes had been filled with such a sorrow, when you had told her the truth, and it felt weird that you didn’t share the emotion. It seemed as if your brain hadn’t really understood the situation, rendering you in an emotionless state, like a calm ocean with the smallest waves of unease making themselves present every once in a while, before disappearing again, leaving no trace behind.

When you had finally pulled yourself together, and gotten out the front door, it only took a few minutes to reach Osla’s house. Osla was already outside, tending to her garden, her short curly gray hair flowing freely in the wind, her shaky yet strong hands pulling weeds from the ground. Steeling your nerves, you made your way over to her, your fingers trying to smoothen down your civilian clothes, feeling out of place without your marine uniform.

‘’Ready to spend time with your old neighbor, dearie?’’ Osla wiped her hands in the front of her dirty dress, as her brown wrinkly face showed a kind smile. ‘’It’s certainly been a long time since I’ve seen you in person. You’ve been so busy with your career that you’ve never had time to visit us at all. If it hadn’t been for Lucas and Mia, termites would probably have devoured your house long ago.’’ She let out a groan, as she stretched her back, her joints cracking in protest.

‘’Yeah, I’ve been… busy. I got so caught up that I didn’t even think about visiting, to be honest.’’ You admitted embarrassed. To be really honest, you actually had thought about it, but had decided not to. In all your time away from your home island, you had never missed it.

‘’Well, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. I’ve already made a plan for the day, so just let me change my dress and we’ll be ready to go. Oh, I’ve got so much to tell you, you’ll barely have any time to tell me anything about your job.’’

And she did. She never once stopped talking, while you were taking your tour around the island, greeting old acquaintances and seeing what had changed in the years you had been gone. Everyone you met wanted to hear about your life with the marine, especially the kids.

‘’I wanna be a marine captain too when I grow up!’’ One kid had yelled excitedly.

‘’No way, I’ll get (y/n) to train me, and then I’LL become a marine captain!’’ Another yelled in protest.

‘’Huh!? Fight me, then we’ll see who’s most fit for the title!’’ And before you knew it, you were watching two kids brawl on the ground, as Osla and their parents struggled to tear them apart. When they had gotten the kids separated, and made you convince the kids to spend their energy on training instead of useless fighting, Osla and you could finally make it your way up the hills. Considering her age, Osla handled the walk up the steep hills rather well. But still, you offered her your arm just to be courteous. She accepted it happily.

‘’Oh, (y/n), you always were such a helpful child. We always knew you were going to become a model adult for the rest of us to look up to. Your parents had high hopes for you, and I’m glad that I can announce that you’ve met them with no problem… but it’s still a shame the job takes so much of your time. You didn’t even have time to come home and say goodbye to your parents one last time.’’ She finished mournfully, her eyes cast down.

It had been a while since your parents died. They were old, and everyone knew it was coming sooner or later, but when they fell sick, you were too busy chasing a notorious pirate making trouble on the seas, to come home and see them. While you were clashing swords with the criminal, your parents slipped away from this world, leaving you with no family. But at that point, you hadn’t seen them for several years already, and losing them changed nothing in your life. Coming to terms with your own indifference had been hard back then, but those feelings had long since faded.

‘’(Y/N)! OSLA!’’

Coming up behind you was one of the islanders, his long hair ruffled and his cheeks red, as he heaved for air. ‘’The-there’s a schichibukai on the island! He just landed in the middle of the town!’’

A schichibukai? What in the world was one doing here? Schichibukais may be allied with the Marine, but most of them didn’t care about the Government or the laws, so it could only mean trouble for your island. Osla and the man were left behind, as you took off running towards the town, hoping that the unknown pirate hadn’t caused too much trouble.

Before you had even reached the town, you could see the massive crowd that had gathered at the center, forming a circle around someone you couldn’t see. When you got closer, people turned to you, and their frightened faces shifted to show their relief.

‘’(Y/n) is here!’’

‘’(Y/n)! Get that pirate off our island!’’

‘’Get his ass!’’

‘’Kerlton, don’t say such things!’’

‘’Sorry mom.’’

The crowd parted for you, creating a path directly to the center of the circle. And sure enough, there stood a schichibukai. One you recognized rather well.

‘’Doflamingo.’’

Cue his trademarked chuckle resonating through the plaza.

‘’Yo, vice admiral. It’s been while, hasn’t it?’’ He spoke, with the usual suffocating grin on his face.

‘’Not long enough. I could have gone a few more months without seeing you.’’ You replied deadpan, as you made your way to the center, feeling all the villager’s eyes locked on you.

He chuckled once again, ‘’A few months, huh? Do you really have that much time?’’

Your faltered. But you couldn’t. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and there was no room for failure. Picking up the pace, you soon stood in front of the schichibukai, staring up into the red lenses of his sunglasses.

‘’What do you want, Donquixote?’’ You glared at him. Out of all the schichibukais, Doflamingo was definitely one you had to watch out for. In all your years under Tsusuru’s command, you had engaged in many crashes with Doflamingo’s crew, before he allied himself with the Marine, so you knew just how unpredictable he could be.

‘’All you people,’’ He rose up, looking out over the crowd that had gathered in the town square, forming a circle of curious bystanders, ‘’You can scram.’’ He growled.

And they did within seconds. Just a few moments later, the town square was completely empty, except for you and the Schichibukai looming over you.

‘’Why are you here?’’ You asked again.

‘’Well,’’ He started off, taking his sweet time looking at you, before he continued, ‘’I heard a secret.’’ He stated, explaining nothing else.

Taking the bait, you asked, ‘’What secret?’’

‘’C’mon now, we both already know what I’m talking about.’’

You gulped, ‘’And what does that have to do with your sudden visit to my humble island?’’

His grin got bigger, if that was even possible, ‘’I thought, since you have so little time left, that for old times sake, I would give you the generous offer of letting you spend your last few months in Dressrosa.

‘’I’ve already resigned from the Marine. Holding me hostage will give you nothing. The Marine doesn’t care about me anymore.’’ You said, not for one second believing there to be anything ‘goodness’ in his offer.

‘’You know all this, and you still won’t trust me?’’ He held out his hand to you, ‘’If having you with me gives me no advantage whatsoever, then why would it hurt to go with me?’’

You hesitated, ‘’Why should I leave? This is my home, this is where I grew up. I see no more fitting place for me to spend my time.’’

‘’But are you honestly going to miss it?’’ His hand was still out, waiting patiently for you to accept.

You stared at his hand. This was a bad idea, you knew that.

But as you looked at your hand slowly moving towards his, you thought to yourself. You had approximately six months left of your life - maybe even less – so it’s not like any stupid decisions were going to matter much.

As your hand touched his, his hand quickly closed around yours, and before you knew it, you found yourself pulled up through the air, a strangled squeak coming from your throat, as you landed on his back. Your hand gripped onto the pink feathers of his coat, as your other grabbed ahold of his shoulder.

‘’Wai- Wait, wait, what are you doing!?’’ You yelled, as he bent his back to put his hand on the ground.

‘’What am I doing?’’ he laughed, and turned to look at you hanging onto his back, ‘’I’m taking you with me home.’’

With a powerful jump, he flew into the air, as you screamed and held onto his coat with all your might.

‘’Just as you agreed to.’’

After many years of hard work, the Marine had finally given you the title of Vice Admiral. Your life seemed perfect, but it all changed, when you learned of your limited lifespan. Battling against an incurable disease, which not even Dr. Vegapunk could defeat, you resign from the Marine and decide to live out your last few months in peace on your home island. One of the Schichibukias however, has other plans for you.

Chapter 1 - Beginning of The End

The room was quiet. The white walls, white sheets, white clothing and the white paper in your hands stung your eyes. The marine nurse shifted uneasily, a drop of nervous sweat sliding down her face, as she waited for your reaction.

‘’I’m so sorry, Vice Admiral, but…-‘’

‘’Don’t. Please don’t.’’ you cut her off. Her pity only made you feel worse, if it was even possible to feel worse at this point. Six months, it said on the paper. That’s how long your body would last - if you were lucky. Dr. Vegapunk expressed his regret at your unavoidable end in his letter, but it did nothing to make you feel better. If Dr. Vegapunk had admitted not being able to cure your disease, there was nothing that could stop it.

‘’Um, if you are feeling well enough, there are a couple of visitors outside, who are waiting to talk to you. Would you like to see them, or should I send them away?’’ the nurse asked timidly, still wary of any potential emotional outbursts from you. She wouldn’t get any. You were far too tired to act out, instead, you told her to invite the visitors in. Being alone was preferred, but you would have to talk with them sooner or later, so it would be better to get it over with, and then have some time for yourself.

‘’The first visitor you have is Vice Admiral Tsuru. I’ll go fetch her now.’’ And with that, she left the room. The paper in your hands was slightly wrinkled, as you had been fumbling with it for a while now. You wanted to tear it apart. The paper with your fate written on it.

‘’It hurts me to hear that, kid.’’ The older woman sighed heavily. ‘’There’s really nothing I can say to make you feel better, huh? To think that something like this would happen now, when you’ve finally managed to get so far. The others joked that you were probably just nervous, when you collapsed on your way to your first meeting as a Vice Admiral. No one could have imagined something like this. I’m truly sorry to hear it.’’ Her wrinkled face showed her remorse.

‘’Yeah, this sucks for me. Even though I was under the wing of someone like you, it still took me this long to get this position. But there’s nothing to be done. It is what it is.’’ You finally put the paper away and focused on Tsuru instead. She wasn’t looking at you, but staring at the floor in silence, trying to figure out what to say.

‘’I’m going to resign.’’ You muttered, ‘’I’d rather spend my last few months in peace at my home, instead of running around after pirates. Who knows if I would even be of any good when my disease starts getting worse.’’

Tsuru straightened her back, and stood from the dingy metal chair at the side of your hospital bed, ‘’I understand. If you’d like, I will tell the headquarters about your resignation. I don’t think you should spend any time on travelling all that way, when you could spend your time on something better.’’

‘’I’d like that, thanks.’’ You replied, with a small smile. Tsuru might have been a though trainer and leader back when you were her subordinate, but she truly was one of the nicest people in the marine. She was never very forthcoming with her emotions, and you were left wondering just how she felt about this situation, when she decided to say goodbye.

When Tsuru had left, the nurse entered the room again.

‘’The next few visitors are people who claim to be your friends. They’re from your home island apparently. Would you like to see them?’’

‘’Yeah, just send them in. They’re all I’ve got left now. We have to discuss what to do next.’’

When the door opened again, a small swarm of people came to your bedside, all your old neighbors expressing their great concern, and their joy at seeing you in good condition after your examination with Dr. Vegapunk. None of them knew the whole truth.

Whether telling them or not was the right thing to do, you didn’t know.

-

Your home was peaceful, but full of life. It was a relatively small island but with a rather large population, which meant that people were everywhere. It was one of those things that you had loved about the island, but now, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling of envy, when you watched the children of the island weave between the crowds, playing tag with each other. They had their whole life ahead of them, so they could enjoy everything at their own pace, unlike you. The townspeople greeted you on your way through the town. Since the island was so small, a lot of people knew each other, but since you became a marine-officer, you had gotten to know even more, as many made sure to thank you for your services when they spotted you on visits home. So when you returned home, a large crowd was there to welcome you back, greeting you joyfully, curious as to why you resigned, but never pushing it, wishing to make you feel welcomed.

Meanwhile, far, far away from your island, there was another island, by the name of Dressrosa. A beautiful kingdom with beautiful scenery, and beautiful people. It’s people lived in wealth, and its residents would surely describe themselves as the ‘happiest people in the world’, and if you looked away from high crime rates stemming from jealous women, you would most likely believe them. A happy country, with a king, who was dearly loved by his people. The king, also known as the schichibukai Doflamingo, stayed in the castle on the top of The King’s Plateau. In the castle, at that exact moment, a small figure was running around, searching for someone.

‘’YOUNG MASTER?!’’ a voice was heard through the building. ‘’YOUNG MAAASTER?!’’ it repeated.

‘’Young master?’’ the voice rang out once again, as the small figure peeked out behind the door, looking into a large room, which was void, expect for the table near the open window, on which there laid a newspaper, the pages fluttering in the wind, sporting the headline; ‘’Vice Admiral (y/n) resigns just days after promotion.’’

[doflamingo donquixote x fem! reader]

summary: courtesy of your colleagues who neglected the task of tidying up the palace library, you ended up taking on more than expected.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, non-consensual oral, spitting, deepthroating, height difference

word count: 2,192

author’s note: huge thank you to @absolute-flaming-trash​ for fueling this madness and being an amazing beta ♡

When the Donquixote family took over Dressrosa, you had two options: live and keep your job as a maid in the palace, or refuse and die. You chose the former. Honestly, not much had changed in your daily routine aside from the people you were catering to. They needed to be fed, their linen were to be cleaned then folded and the palace must be kept tidy. 

Your coworkers didn’t adapt as easily as you. Two were slain in a fit of rage by the hands of a Donquixote family member over minor mistakes and the rest struggled with daily tasks due to anxiety and fear, which ultimately caused neglect towards important tasks. Tasks such as neatening the library of the palace, a duty that Trebol initially appointed with urgency.

A day after, when you realized your colleagues hadn’t gotten around to cleaning out the library yet, you headed to tackle the job yourself with various cleaning tools in hand. You were lucky Trebol hadn’t killed you and your workmates for not even starting the job yet and you certainly didn’t want to risk your life over it.

Bypassing the entrance of the main quarters where the Donquixote family always had their daily meetings, you continued walking down the left side of the hallway which lead you to the library door. The scent of old books already lingered in the air as your hand reached for the knob, turning it gently and stepping inside room. You leaned against the door with your eyes shut, mentally preparing yourself for the extra work when a voice cut you off.

“You’re late. This place was ordered to be cleaned yesterday.”

Your eyes shot open when you recognized the voice of Doflamingo, who sat in a chair on the far side of the room, nearest a window with the shades drawn just enough to provide light for him to read without straining his eyes in the dimmed lit room. On a table beside him, there was a bottle of wine along with an unfinished glass. Quite the relaxing set up. 

Gesturing to a ladder on the opposite side of the room far away from him, you stammered, “Sorry, I’ll get to work over here.“ 

Doflamingo lifted his head from the book he was reading and looked in your direction, letting out a low hum to himself before demanding, “No, dust those off first.” He motioned toward the area in front of his direct view. 

You bit your lip nervously as you hurried towards the bookshelf, cleaning tools rattling against the tin bucket so loudly it rung in your ears. Upon closer examination you realized that all of the books were dusty, albeit in pristine condition. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved. It felt like they were burning a hole in your back, and it made you shudder in fear. All common sense was out the window, you tried to ease the tension you felt by turning on your heels to ask, “Is there any in particular you’d like to read first?”

Doflamingo uncrossed his legs, scanning the shelves as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, “Fetch the ladder. Top shelf,” he ordered confidently.

Metal scraped against the polished wooden floor as you struggled to lug the ladder across the room, the annoying noise only coming to a stop after you positioned it where you thought it should be. ‘Top shelf is so vague’, you thought to yourself, already dreading the idea of having to ask Doflamingo to elaborate exactly which books he wanted on the top shelf which spanned across the circumference of the entire room. Without question, the man would probably correct you if you chose wrong so you decided not to inquire.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as you climbed up the ladder with a duster in hand. The ladder wasn’t the original one designed specifically to accommodate the upper shelves of the library, which was was thrown out after breaking during the palace takeover. The top shelf surpassed double your height, you still struggled to reach the books and with the short skirt you were adorned in— you knew Doflamingo would see your panties if he looked in your direction. It was hard to tell what he was looking at behind those sunglasses he always wore but the thought of him catching a raunchy glimpse of you sent a chill up your spine, one that jolted your body violently enough to threaten tipping the ladder over. 

Doflamingo steadied the ladders movement by bracing his foot on the first step, stopping the metal from rattling against the floor as it teetered shakily back and forth. Before you could thank him, he sighed in annoyance and stood up from his seat. The sound of his loafers tapping closer to you was short lived. It was mere seconds before he stood right beside you, looking up with a displeased look on his face. 

“I’m sorry I—, I can’t reach and there’s no other staff here for the rest of the—,” you trembled with panic in your voice, watching his eyebrows furrow more with every word that spilled from your lips.

“Tch, quit your damn whining,” Doflamingo snarled, one of his hands effectively lifting you from behind by your ass, making you squeal. Thick fingers pressed against your clothed clit, further securing you in his hold. In a hurry, you dropped the duster out of your hand, letting it fall to the floor so you can scoop as many books as possible into your arms. Doflamingo let you down without a hitch and you immediately went straight to wiping down the several books you retrieved, trying to silence your mind from reminding you of how inappropriately he touched you.

The clock read 10:55 PM when you finally finished working on the books Doflamingo requested. You were exhausted, having worked your regular 12 hour shift beginning at 8 AM before even tending to the library. The books piled high in your arms, stacked from your hips to your chin as you sleepily ambled over to Doflamingo, who just set aside his nth glass of wine on the table beside him. 

“Set them down and go, you‘ll continue after your shift tomorrow.”

You were in no position to object, simply nodding and leaning forward to place the books on the table beside him. One of them slipped out of the pile, knocking over Doflamingo’s glass of wine which spilled all over his unbuttoned white shirt. Quickly grabbing a rag from your apron, you attempted to clean the purple liquid from his garment. When you realized your efforts were for naught, you simply froze in terror, avoiding eye contact while you offered your apologies.

“Young master, I’m terribly sorry for my clumsiness. I’ll go wash it right away, sir.”

A devious laugh was Doflamingo’s response. One that shook the bottle of wine on the table and vibrated off the walls of the library. He grabbed your forearm tightly and pulled you closer to his face.

“I’m beginning to think you’re toying with me. Am I a joke to you?” The timbre of his voice was so vile that you felt any answer would be found offensive. 

“Since you were kind enough to show me these, I’ll give you one chance to make it right.” he asserted irritably.  His free, calloused hand then slipped up your skirt and tugged against your pink lace panties. When the fabric snapped against your skin, the feeling of utter dread sunk in. 

“I’m sure you’re not that stupid, go on now.”

You hated what he so casually demanded from you while tugging you closer by your garter belt. 

“And don’t disappoint me.” he lilted with firm persistence.

Doflamingo’s words echoed in your ears agonizingly slow along with the heavy sound of a lump settling in your throat. Your feet were bolted to the floor, unwilling to proceed closer to the blonde even though you feared your life would be in worse danger if you didn’t make a move. 

“Atta girl,” he urged confidently as you stepped towards him. At the same time, he stood to his full height and looked down on you. You weren’t the slightest bit prepared.

Doflamingo’s cock twitched curiously as you unbuttoned his satin pants, releasing him from the confinement that previously served as a safety shield for you. You knew he’d be well endowed but you still grimaced over his sheer size. He didn’t grant you any mercy, slapping his length against your lips to pry them open. You hoped at any point your pleading eyes would halt him in his tracks. That poor, pathetic look across your face wasn’t enough to save you. Not from this man.

Your head was yanked back by your hair, forcing you to look up at the blonde who smoothly rolled a line of spit off his lips that fell into your mouth. With the quickness, he shoved his cock inside, leaving you no time to adjust. His bulbous tip bullied to the back of your throat, instantly triggering your gag reflex and you sputtered around his length, desperately gasping for air. The struggle didn’t disrupt his motions in the slightest. If anything, it stirred him on more.

The driving force of his thrusts were an awful punishment against your mouth. A stinging feeling grew on both corners of your lips, the soreness only being dulled by the amount of saliva that coated his cock. But after a short while, a heat pooled inside of you that only confirmed one thing: your body betrayed you by finding pleasure in this. 

It felt blissfully wrong, swallowing his cock like it would be your last meal, never neglecting the rest of his length by stroking what didn’t fit inside of your throat. Doflamingo lamented in the show you put on for him. Staring up at the man with glassy eyes, you hoped the sight would help him finish sooner so you can be on your way. He didn’t hold back any groans during your ministrations, even going as far as degrading you for being such an eager slut. 

Soon, it became hard to breathe. Doflamingo resorted to controlling the pace, swaying your mouth along his dick with a rapid force that shut out all of your senses. Your hands searched for solace near his hips, fingertips grazing the bone with wavering firmness. Apart from hearing his menacing laugh and feeling his balls slap against your chin in an erratic pattern— you were fading out. Face covered in a mixture of tears and saliva that flowed to the tip of your chin and began pooling onto the floor. From his view, your eyes rolled behind your head, vision going black. An exceptional time to make you regret being so weak.

You floated back into consciousness with a stifled, burning sensation in your throat; vision hazily coming back to full capacity at the same moment you realized your nose pressed flush against Doflamingo’s pelvis. He was impressed at the prominent bulge of his cock showing in your neck, though he knew his end was near. The walls of your throat constricted around him in a desperate attempt to search for oxygen, the pressure tightening around his length, pushing him on the cusp of an orgasm.

The air restriction he dealt resulted in a panicked fit. You clawed at his abdomen and desperately tried to push him away to inhale much needed air. Frantically attempting to jolt your head side to side was futile. Doflamingo positioned his hands on either side of your head, fingers lacing into your hair for an extra tight grip. While he drove his cock as far as it could go into your warm mouth, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs manipulatively. You twitched, saliva bubbling out of your mouth while your face began to turn colors, the backs of your eyes feeling the intense pressure on your skull.

“Mmm, struggle on my fucking cock,” Doflamingo mocked, rigorously rolling his hips. It took less than a few more earnest pumps for his climax to course through him, shuddering as his cum shot down your throat. You muffled a sigh of relief, feeling disgusted by your arousal from this encounter.

To put it lightly, you were exhausted and way overworked. Your legs gave out the instant your lips weren’t wrapped around him anymore, causing you to sway backwards. Doflamingo contemplated letting you fall to the floor but he wasn’t done with you yet. He caught you by your shoulder, shoving you to the side where you landed face first against his chair. Before you could react, his hand was pressed against your back, forcing you into an arched position with your backside facing him. A sharp smack to your ass made your blood run cold and your body tense. He then hooked his finger under the band of your lace undies, sliding towards your cunt until the soaked fabric met his fingertip. 

“Now,” he remarked in an insatiable tone, “Time to put this weeping cunt to good use.”

[roronoa zoro x fem! reader]

summary: you sacrificed yourself to prevent Zoro from getting hurt and yet the swordsman neglected you throughout your suffering. when he finally accepted his real feelings, things got far too heated resulting in a relapsed recovery.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, blood and injury, dubious-consensual sex, oral sex, rough sex, overstimulation

word count: 4,585

author’s note: i owe a huge thanks to @absolute-flaming-trash​​ for contributing so many details that made this full of angst ♡

Zoro wasn’t a man of shame, but the shame he felt at the moment was far more than what you prevented him from experiencing. 

Small hooves clicked against the wooden floor of the Thousand Sunny while Chopper made his way back to the Strawhats to deliver the news that they’d been waiting anxiously for. The crew was huddled in front of the mast, idle conversations cut abruptly when he began.

“Good news and bad news. There won’t be any long term affects of the poison because we started treatment at the perfect time. The bad news though… They’ll have to endure the excruciating pain of the poison’s effects on the body until it leaves their system, which can take anywhere between 2-4 weeks. Bed rest is in place and that is doctor’s orders! Luffy, this is not up for debate. All contact with Y/N is done in the infirmary, one person at a time to prevent spreading germs and ensure their safety.”

Chopper inhaled deeply and let out a sigh before heading back to the infirmary. Zoro watched as everyone went back to conversing and crept away from the crew to question the doctor further.

The green haired man cleared his throat, making the doctor briefly jump out of his skin before turning to face him.

“Something up Zoro?”

“Yeah… What’d you mean by long term affects?” His tone was desperate, head hung low and eyes not making contact with the reindeer.

“Oh! That’s right, I didn’t mention them to the crew. The poison would’ve paralyzed her body if treatment didn’t begin so quickly afterwards. Good thing you got her to me in time.”

Zoro clenched his fists, fake smile on his face that didn’t reach his eye before walking away. Chopper noticed the guilt all over him, yelling quickly from across the hall, “Don’t beat yourself up Zoro!”

How was he not supposed to beat himself up? You jumped in front of a poison imbued sword to prevent him from getting sliced from behind. The result left you struck the exact way he allowed Mihawk to slice him in the past. He wanted to ask you why. Why did you jump behind his back and protect him? Sure he was fighting another pirate, but he didn’t ask you to defend him. It was stupid of you to endanger yourself.

Zoro knew it was selfish to be mad at you, all you did was protect him. It’s something you’ve all done for each other at some point, so why was he feeling enraged at the simple act? The longer he sat with his emotions, the more those moments replayed in his head. 

He remembered quickly turning around after hearing your screams and slaying the pirate who sliced you before picking you up and running around frantically until he found Chopper. The blood seeping through your ripped shirt. That look on your face as you were fading in and out of reality. How you mouthed the words ‘Thank you’ before coughing up blood. When your body went limp in his arms, rendering you completely unresponsive.

A few days had passed and you were quickly growing tired of the routine your recovery consisted of. Chopper administered medication to you throughout the day and frequently changed your bandages. He only allowed you to walk around the infirmary with the assistance of whoever visited at the moment since you were so weak. Luffy had to be dragged out after making you laugh until your wound began to hurt. Sanji stopped by multiple times in the day and insisted on spoon feeding you. Robin and Nami would chat with you and were always the gentlest with helping you walk around. Usopp told stories that you knew were made up, but took your mind out of a depressed state. Franky came by to show you the gadgets he was working on and allowed you to help him with any minor handy work that didn’t involve you getting out of bed, and Brooke’s music lulled you into a slumber every night. 

The strawhats were experts at momentarily making you feel as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and they respected your wishes to leave the room when the poison began throb at every nerve in your body. These spells of pain made blood curdling screams rip through your throat that were loud enough to be heard on the deck of the Sunny. Sometimes they’d last for hours on end, and Chopper required someone to sit outside of the infirmary at all times just in case you began to choke. Zoro agreed that this would be his, and only his, responsibility. Nobody disputed this because of how obvious it was that remorse consumed every fiber of his being.

Zoro spent the days training profusely, even more so than usual, drinking double and only sleeping outside of the infirmary door in between your screams. He heard your throat go raw from yelling and when you’d sob for hours in the dead of the night. All of this and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to look you in the face. 

Your crew eventually ran out of excuses when you asked them why Zoro didn’t visit you. They were disappointed in him for making you worry so much, but they understood his point of view. You sacrificed yourself and were laying in pain because you protected him from getting hurt. Zoro was someone who almost never needed someone else’s aid and yet you were in this state after one of the few times that he didn’t have everything covered. The realization of this left him numb whenever he dwelled on it, which was frequently. 

~~~~~

A particularly long, drawn out scream that left you coughing made Zoro burst into the infirmary almost instantly. He ran to your side faster than he could process and was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him. The bandages all over your torso reminded him of a familiar experience, but your body had also become so frail since the accident. He couldn’t shake the visual in front of him. The guilt he felt only grew stronger behind his exterior facade.

He watched you with his eye blown wide as you gathered your breath and then smiled at him from ear to ear. Your voice was barely above a whisper because your throat was shot, “Zoro, I’m so glad you finally came.”

With now balled his fists at his sides, he snarled, “How could you be so stupid? I didn’t need your help.”

The grin on your face slowly fell and Zoro felt the strings of his heart tug when the look of sadness washed over you. You sniffled and let out a short lived giggle, wiping the tears that formed in your eyes away. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact with you and turned on his heel to leave now that he knew you were alright. You didn’t want him to leave but you’ve always known Zoro is a stubborn man who does what he wants. When his hand reached for the doorknob, you sat up quickly and faltered, “I did it because… A wound on one’s back is the shame of a swordsman.” 

He swung the door open and stood in the doorway, head held down facing the floor. 

“Zoro please don’t leave so soon,” you whined with tears streaming down your face but the door quickly shut behind him. He left as fast as he came, returning to sit outside the door unbeknownst to you. 

Zoro felt awful listening to you cry after he left. Eventually your sobs were replaced with pained screams that echoed in his ears and made him crazy. He pressed his palms against his ears to drown out your suffering but that wasn’t enough. He felt like a coward, crossing his arms against his knees and leaning his head down. Tears formed in his eye, quickly falling to the ground and they didn’t stop even after a few minutes. When your screams dissipated into squalls and whines, he realized one of the beeping noises of your monitors were significantly quicker than they’d ever been and decided to alert Chopper.

All that Zoro heard from outside the room could be described as chaos. It felt like forever had passed before Chopper left the infirmary with a daunting look on his face.

“They were having a panic attack. Heart beat was way too fast. If this happens when I’m not around please do some breathing exercises to calm them down.”

Zoro nodded in response, knowing he would just alert the reindeer again if it happened.

~~~~~

It had been 3 and a half weeks since your recovery began, which was slow and steady. The pain was less overall and you regained enough strength to walk on your own in short bursts. Since your screams were less frequent, your vocal cords finally began healing after they ripped. In the meantime, you were left with the urge to clear your throat almost constantly and a raspy, hoarse voice. You weren’t able to speak many words without feeling strained either. Chopper unhooked you from all of the monitors though, and you took advantage when nobody was around; walking small steps around the infirmary mindlessly. Unfortunately you grabbed at every nearby object to help you get by since the muscles in your legs weren’t regularly used for so long. You felt confident that soon enough you’d be let off bed rest by Chopper. To see and bond with the strawhats normally again was something you looked forward to, and that included Zoro. He still hadn’t allowed you to see him since the last time he barged in but he was always there, listening in on the endless troubles and emotions you dealt with on a daily basis.

All of the time spent training, drinking or sitting outside of the infirmary brought Zoro to the conclusion that he cared for you more than just a friend. He didn’t want to admit this to himself but there was no other liable reason why your pain did such a number on him. When you admitted the reason for putting yourself at risk, it only solidified the feelings he’d been purposely ignoring for a long time. Pathetic is how he felt. For not realizing it sooner and for letting this incident be the moment he finally decided it’s time to accept it. 

It was just another uneventful day of resting when Chopper told you that the crew would be heading out to shop on the island the Sunny was docked at. You assumed you’d be alone for a few hours and didn’t mind at all. This was the perfect opportunity for you to leave the infirmary without the possibility of being reminded by the rest of the crew that you were supposed to be on bedrest. 

You waited so long for a chance to roam the ship that you were counting down in your head until the moment you guessed it was safe to leave the infirmary. Having already grown tired of the room, you took a peek out of the window on the door and noticed the coast was clear. In your head enough time had passed and there was no point in waiting any longer. You opened the door and barely made it a few tottering steps before a voice scared the soul out of your body.

“Oi, aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Zoro scared the hell out of you when you turned around, almost falling backwards before he grabbed a hold of your arm and kept you upright. You immediately noticed the smell of sake that he reeked of, he was clearly drunk. When you pulled your arm back from his grasp and turned to get some well needed fresh air without giving him as much as a smirk, he knew that you were upset. You had every right to be with how he stormed out when you wanted him the most. Still, Zoro understood, culpability taking over while he watched you struggle to get one foot in front of the other at a consistent pace. You were weak, your legs constantly shaking because of the limited range of motion you’ve had in the last weeks. He was accepting of your rightful frustration with him. If only he’d known that you were actually hurt and confused that he left you to suffer without his company. You initially wanted to thank him for his help from the moment you had woken up, and when you finally got the chance to— he made you feel small, abandoning you to your own devices. 

Zoro followed behind you to the deck of the Sunny, watching as you leaned your forearms on the wooden railing and took in the warmth of the sun that you missed so much. He stood with his back against the wall, examining your condition and cursing himself for not being there for you. An apology itched to leave his throat but he couldn’t muster the courage to spill it, leaving you two to bask in the silence that was short lived.

“Zoro,” you trembled with a sad grimace, “Why didn’t you visit me?”

The words stung coming out, hoarseness forcing you to clear your throat repeatedly.

He didn’t know what to say, and more importantly, where to start. There were numerous reasons why he didn’t visit. None of which warranted his behavior. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you ignored the urge to turn around and head back to the infirmary. You finally had the chance to speak your mind while the others were gone, and this was the moment you’d spill it all before going back to what felt like a prison at this point.

“I’m sorry. Just tell me what I did wrong.”

Zoro stood completely still with furrowed brows, no viable answer apparent yet. His heart and mind were screaming at him to say something, to do anything to reassure you that you had done nothing wrong.

You broke, completely. The tears you’d been holding back and the calm exterior you wore cracked right in front of him. Your hands covered your face in an effort to stifle your sobs but it all came pouring out despite your efforts. Almost four weeks of yearning for him crashed down, leaving you hyperventilating and stumbling over your already strained words before finally managing a broken sentence.

“I— I needed you Zoro! I needed you and y— you weren’t there.”

Zoro had enough of watching you meltdown because of the pain he caused you on top of the injuries you bared for him. Muscled arms wrapped around your body, pulling you flush to his chest and muffling your cries. In a perfect world, this act alone would’ve fixed everything but he knew that expecting such a thing was naive. Your cries only got louder and heavier. You balled up the back of his shirt into your fists, holding him as tight as you possibly could until you felt your wound sting. Having you embrace him even in this setting was a relief but he knew that he had so much to make up to you.

Zoro unclutched your arms from around him and leaned back, tilting your chin up to look him in the face. ‘You’re so beautiful’, he thought to himself. His thumb swiped away a tear that dripped down your cheek, staring so hard into your eyes that he could’ve burned a hole in your irises if he wanted to. His mind was already fuzzy from the sake and seeing you so fucked up put him in an even worse state. 

“I was wrong, Y/N. I screwed up by not being there for you. If you hate me I completely understand.”

Zoro hated the words that left his mouth. They were true, but you deserved an actual apology that didn’t sound so passive. He just wasn’t good with words. Anyone who knew him was aware that he was more a man of action. If there was anything he learned from this, it was that he would’ve hated to lose you. The inner battle he fought with himself to come clean needed to end here. 

“I care about you differently,” he mumbled, closing his eye and taking a deep breathe before continuing, “It sucks that it took all of this for me to realize that.”

You had an idea about what differently meant when it came from Zoro but he’d never be able to describe it in words.

You glanced between his eye and lips before taunting playfully, “Differently? I don’t quite understand.”

Your coy act paired with the glimmer in your eyes changed the atmosphere from tense to lighthearted quickly. Zoro tried to hide the blush creeping up his face but he couldn’t.

“Ugh, alright, alright,” he boomed loudly. His hand found solace on the nape of your neck, pulling you forward for his lips to meet yours. To the both of you, it felt like a huge weight off of your shoulders to be able to finally embrace the other. 

Zoro’s tongue eagerly lapped at your lips, begging for entry into your mouth. The moment you’d granted him access, he devoured you like a starved man, his tongue dancing with yours like his life depended on it. Every unspoken word and emotion was poured into the kiss. His body pressed against yours too tight, making you hiss at the sting of your healing wound. You knew he was far gone because of how inattentive he was at your pained mewls, not stopping even when you tried to push his heavy body from leaning into yours. He finally broke the kiss to lean down and scoop you up, wrapping your legs around his torso before greedily pulling you in for more. The taste of your tongue against his was intoxicating, more so than the copious amounts of sake he downed regularly, and he found himself quickly addicted. Being deprived of allowing the true feelings you had for each other to take over, you ignored your body warning you of Zoro’s enthusiasm being too brutal in this delicate state. 

Zoro ushered you back to the infirmary, carrying you around his waist with one hand under your ass and the other pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His favorite alcohol lingered on his tongue, something you once dreamed to taste. You eagerly pulled tufts of his green hair in between your fingers, moaning into his mouth when he bit down on your tongue deliciously.

Your back landed on the stiff infirmary bed too hard, you almost swore you had torn one of the stitches in your wound but decided to ignore it. Zoro removed your sweats effortlessly and didn’t bother doing the same with your underwear. Strong arms pulled you towards the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide open for him; causing you to cry out in pain. It was as if he couldn’t hear you, too caught up in the wonders of your body. He tugged your panties to the side and went straight to lapping at your cunt earnestly, letting out a sigh of pleasure against your heat at how wet you were already. It was like your mind and body were fighting against each other. Your body leaned into his touch, completely disregarding the pain shooting from your chest to every nerve in your body. Your mind knew this was going too far, too quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. Fuck, you really did, but your body couldn’t handle it and you knew that. The anticipation and yearning lasted so long that this moment was overdue, you chose to deal with the consequences later.

Zoro pushed two digits into your cunt while he circled your clit with his tongue. You were seeing stars, orgasm washing over violently when he curled his fingers upwards and began thrusting them into you at a more rapid speed once he felt you gushing.

He retreated as you laid in the aftermath of your own bliss, trying to gather a coherent thought and process what just happened. The sounds of him stripping himself of his clothing didn’t register to your ears but you felt the bed dip lower as he eased onto it. He was careful not to crush you with his body weight, yet having your legs pinned to your shoulders elicited yelps right into his ear. You were fighting through the discomfort but felt a warm liquid starting to seep through your bandaged wound. 

Zoro peeled your panties off of your waist and tossed them to the side. The sheer look of panic was written all over your features when he lined himself up with your slit, coating himself in your juices before pressing the tip inside.

With a low whine you pleaded, “It hurts, I don’t know if —“

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he mumbled in a soothing tone, “Just relax.”

No amount of prep could’ve helped you take his cock easily. He was both girthy and packed a striking length, but at least he tried to be as mindful as he could with your body; or so he thought. You grimaced at every sensation flowing through your nerves. Him stretching you out slowly, the feeling in your chest and abdomen of your stitches ripping, and your frail body trying to brace itself against the wall of muscle which is Zoro himself.

Zoro mistaked your whimpers as a reaction to the stretch as he inched into your cunt agonizingly slow. You were teary eyed by the time he bottomed out. The pace he started off with was delicious, too bad you couldn’t focus on it. Your nails dug crescents into his shoulders, for sure breaking the skin but he didn’t pay it any attention. He was determined to fill you up and finally make you his, and soon enough his thrusts had become needy and desperate. His cock felt like heaven stroking your inner walls in a way you’ve never felt before. He was expertly rolling his hips into yours, the tip of his length kissed your cervix without knocking you into a third dimension.

It didn’t last long though— his hips soon began to slam violently into yours, each piston into you knocked the air out of your lungs. When you tried to scream out a beg for mercy, your throat betrayed you. Zoro’s forehead pressed flush to yours, watching your every reaction. He knew this was too much but you just felt so tight around his cock, sucking him right back in whenever he pulled out of your sopping heat. It took a particular bump against your cervix for you to wail out and attempt to push him away with the little strength you had.

“It’s— it’s too much!” Your eyes were blown wide, the feeling of another orgasm creeping up on you.

Overstimulated was merely an understatement. Zoro was sending your body into overdrive and it seemed like there was no end in sight, the alcohol delaying the load he so desperately wanted to spill into your womb.

A guttural groan ripped from the pit of his stomach. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted. His words rung through your ears and left you confused. What was he sorry for? For leaving you to recover on your own for weeks? For battering your body even further right now? Your head was spinning even more when his thrusts became sporadic. If he was close to his end, you’d be grateful. The exhaustion you felt was starting to consume you. All you needed was some rest after this, hopefully with your hand in his. You didn’t understand why you were so willing to put aside the affliction he dealt to you, as long as it meant that he’d stick around. A thumb circling your clit knocked you out of your thoughts, and you quickly fell into another euphoric state. His other free hand palmed your bandaged breast through your shirt and tenderly kneaded it. You were as soft as he thought you’d be. How he allowed himself to wait so long to indulge in you was a mystery.

It didn’t take much for him to ease another orgasm out of you, but this time around his length while he grinned against you leisurely. Your walls spasmed around his cock and you both were in heaven at the sensation. The frustration and urgency that built from his need to cum was evident, quickly switching back to fucking you with brute force. You grinned and bared it. The small mewls encouraged him to continue using you to his hearts extent. His body tensed up and you knew it had finally come to an end when his cock twitched aggressively and squirted hot ropes of cum inside your plush walls. Zoro was a sight to see. His forehead was dripping sweat, chest rising and falling while he gathered his breathe without taking the time to pull out yet.

The swordsman gently pulled up your shirt in an attempt to place a kiss over your wound, but he instantly froze up when he realized you were in fact bleeding through your bandages.

“What the?! So you were just not going to tell me about this? What the hell is the matter with you?!”

His normal attitude took over and you were too tired to bicker back with him like you normally did in the past. Maybe he had finally sobered up when you milked him dry or perhaps once he noticed how battered you were, who knows. He pulled out completely, ignoring the image of his seed spilling out of you to prevent another raging boner. The damage was done anyway so dwelling on it wouldn’t benefit either of you. You pushed the hair out of your face and you gave him a gentle smile before offering him some reassurance, “I just missed you. Don’t worry, I’ll be better in no time.”

~~~~~

Chopper was furious when he seen the state you were in. He couldn’t imagine what happened while the crew was gone, nor did he really want to. You held your head down and answered his questions short and sweet, “I hurt myself after getting air on the deck.” The reindeer didn’t believe you at all but left the room after restitching and patching you up. He couldn’t bother further interrogating anyway since Zoro was giving him a death stare. 

You slept peacefully while Zoro watched. The hum of your throat rattling was the only noise heard in the room and it drove him insane just how much he missed your presence while you rested. Finally sober, he shamefully processed what he did earlier and felt awful. The very moment he got a taste of you he allowed himself to go too far at the expense of your already mutilated, impotent body. It made him sick to his stomach how a twisted part of him thoroughly got off by having an advantage over your feeble state.

Eventually you woke from your sleep and noticed a troubled look on Zoro’s face. He quickly ended the silence. “Chopper said you’ll be here for a couple more days ‘cause of the stitches he had to replace .”

You reached over and grabbed a hold of his hand. Zoro couldn’t hide the tinted red blush on his face that only deepened at your next words, “I’m fine with that as long as you’re right here.”