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greenaway-torres · 3 months

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Request: Hi ,I saw u write for some Disney villains ,would be okay if I request a smut one-shot with Disney jafar? I prefer the animated version.Thanks for your attention

AN: I made this like a pre-Aladdin Jafar (kinda) but hope you like it!! As a pre-warning, there is a bit of a possession kink going on to kinda play with Jaguar’s narcissistic personality. I tried not to go too far into it since it might be triggering for some people but be warned. Love and kisses

It was late at night. The only sounds were the crickets singing and the last of the markets closing for the night. The dwindling smells of night and spices filled the air. No one noticed a rushing figure covering her head as she head to the falls.

You were making your way to see your Jafar, the silk dupatta he gifted you trailing behind you. You wanted to go to him as soon as you saw the message he left an orchid: Come see me, my night.

The orchid, now in your hair, and many like it had been sent to your room since the last time you two saw each other. With you helping your mother in the market and Jafar being in the palace, the times you see each other are few and far between. But now, you were able to sneak away. And so was he, it seems.

The night was cool and quiet. No one knew of your secret spot for each other near the falls. It was a small patch of grass filled with flowers and their perfumes. A small spring fed into the water from over head, making a small waterfall. The night seemed to be painted on the water as you can clearly see the moon and stars. The twinkling of it tempted you to go in.

You sat there, on top of a blanket, watching the waterfall and the movement of the water while nibbling on one of the treats you made for tonight. You were so hyper focused that you didn’t even realize you weren’t alone until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You raised your hand against your presumed attacker but they caught it before you could do anything. “The night is far too dangerous for a delicate flower like you.”

Immediately you recognized the voice. “I was just waiting for someone.”

The man smiled, stepping into the moonlight so you could see his face. His smirk widened. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long, my night.”

You hugged Jafar, your head barely reaching his chest. He held you against him, having missed you as well. You two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other’s embrace.

When he sat down, you shared with him everything you’ve done since you last saw you. You told him about your stand and the new food you’re introducing. You talk about your mom and her usual routine. You fed him the treats you made and smiled as he hummed in approval. And he listened the whole time.

He shared with you the things he had been up to; his usual plans to want to be a greater and better man. You always admired his drive to do better. It took him a long time to get to his position and he always wanted to do better.

By the time you both shared, his head was in your lap. You stroked his head as he looked out at the water. “I missed this,” he sighed.

“I missed you,” you whispered back. You thought he had not heard you until he was rising up and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you more, my night.” He kissed you again, only more heated this time. He wrapped his hands around you and brought you to him, not taking his attention from you. He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both began to undress each other, near tearing the clothes off, and discarded them who knows where. The feel of his skin against yours was intoxicating. You had been dreaming of this feeling since the last time you saw him. Damn it, you wanted him so bad.

As if he read your mind, he laid you down on top of the blanket and lifted your leg as he laid between them. He kissed your lips again. He then started to kiss wherever there was skin.

“My night, my orchid, my love, my dearest,” he whispered between kisses. He trailed down to your breasts, slowly taking his time toying with your nipples. He loved how it made you feel. How you near whimpered whenever he kissed or sucked on them.

You were so beautiful to him. The moonlight hitting you from angles that highlighted your beauty. You looked like an angel to him.

He kept moving further down to come face to face with your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping. He used the pad of his thumb to toy with the entrance, collecting your nectar on it and sampling a taste.

“You taste heavenly, my love,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread. “You have to keep looking at me love, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded, moaning at the sight. He licked a long stripe before diving in. You tasted so sweet to him. Must have been all those treats you were making. And his eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes. They watched your movements; how your mouth hung open whenever he sucked on your clit, how you struggled against the hold he had on you. Your eyes started to flutter close but went back to him when he pulled away.

“Fuck,” you moaned out loud. Your voice was slightly more husky with lust. You felt his lips grow into a smile. He gave you one more kiss to your sensitive clit before backing away slightly. He unwrapped one of your thighs to free a hand. He played with your cunt again with the pad of his thumb. Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, trying to slow down the pressure building inside you.

A dark laugh left his lips before he drew his eyes to yours and stopping his movements. “Do I need to restrain you, naughty girl? Let me do my work.”

You let go of him and he slowly entered a finger into you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he started to move faster. Fuck, it felt good. The memory of countless nights spent in this hidden spot made you squeeze around him.

“I love how you take my fingers,” he smirked. “Reminds me that you are mine. Aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered instead, the words leaving you at the moment. As the movement of his finger stopped, you came back to yourself. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes I’m yours.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer before he continued with his movements. He added a second finger as a reward, continuing to pick up the pace. That coil inside you kept wounding up. Your moans and whimpers were more frequent and your breath was heavier.

“J-jafar…”

“I know orchid. You can wait a little longer right? You can do that for me can’t you?” You slowly nodded, your head throwing back as you moaned in pleasure.

“I knew you could. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And all mine. So pretty when I fuck you.” His mouth went back to your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Go ahead love. Cum for me.”

Your head threw back as your moans caught in your throat. His fingers continued moving back and forth as you rode out your orgasm. When your body landed back on Earth, you felt like you could breath fully again. Your eyes (not knowing they were even shut) fluttered open to the sight of Jafar licking his fingers. You moaned, getting wet all over again.

“Feeling ok, princess,” he asked, kissing your neck and cheek. You nodded slowly, feeling satisfied. “Good, because I want you ready for round two.”

Your eyes widened. “What,” he laughed. “You thought we were done? Oh no, love…

“We are just getting started.”

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masteroffakesmiles · 1 month

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Jamil: Why, for some reason, do I despise these clothes?

Art request done for @marinahavik

Yumi on the right belongs to @marinahavik

#my art #art request #twisted wonderland #yana toboso #Aladdin #Jasmine #twisted wonderland oc #oc #not my oc #Jamil viper #Disney #twst yuu #yuu #My first time drawing jamil

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chocodiaxa · 23 days

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For my request, can you draw Franky and Robin in an Aladdin au please? I imagine Franky as a genie and Robin as a princess. What do you think?

Hi!

Sure!

This is a great request because i really love Disney’s Aladdin film! I will develop more about this AU. Love it! Thanks for your request!

(Sorry to be late, i was a bit busy these days)

#chocodiaxa #art #fanart #one piece #onepiece au #aladdin au #franky #cyborg franky #robin #nico robin #nico robin one piece #devil child nico robin #i really love see something like these designs on films or games #princeasimdiya12’s request #art requests

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gabineteolvidado · 1 year

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Can you draw Jafar playing the saxophone 🎷

Here ╰(▔∀▔)╯

#disney villains #jafar aladdin #digital art #art requests

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fandom-madness69 · 6 months

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Kento Nanami x Fem Reader Aladdin Type AU

This fic was requested by @princeasimdiya12

Hope you all enjoy

Word count: 1,938

Content: male pov for a while, gagged Kento, Kento in a cock cage, Kento gagged and in a cock cage as he does guard duties, Kento being edged, Kento being submissive, Kento orgasming

You couldn’t help the fact that Nanami was your favorite guard in the whole of the King’s Guard. He was the only one who wasn’t always so stiff and formal with you. Sure he did keep to his duties and his formalities but once he was off duty he became an entirely different man. Last night was the most bold you two had been so far in your secret relationship. You sat up in your large bed and the sheets looked around your waist. You looked over and saw Nanami was still asleep and watching his back rise and fall with each breath was almost enough for you to not wake him up. But he was a guard after all and he had duties he had to attend to.

You gently rubbed his back and leaned over to place soft kisses on his shoulder. You felt his breathing change and his body stir underneath you.

“Good morning my Princess, did you sleep well,” he asked his voice thick with sleep. You sat back up and watched him roll over. His face lit up as he noticed your bare chest and this made you bite your lip. He sat up with a soft groan and you could see the tent his hard cock was making out of your blanket.

“I did sleep very well, it helped that you tired me out so much,” you replied. This made him smile and pull you into his lap.

“That’s very good Princess,” he said as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

“I have a challenge for you today Kento’,” you said and he stopped kissing your face to look at you. His eyebrow were raised and his hands on your hips tightened a little bit.

“What is the challenge Princess Y/N?” he asked. You smirked as you leaned over the side of the bed knowing Kento’s hands on your hips would keep you from falling. You sat back up with your silk panties from last night in your hand.

“I want you to wear these as a gag and a chastity cage,” you explained as the panties dangled off your finger. He swallowed hard and started to blush.

“As you wish Princess,” he said before grabbing the panties from your hand.

“Not right this very second Kento,” you giggled, “you will wear them while you work and try your best not to embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Luckily I won the argument with my father last night and so he’s on a hunting trip for the next three days. It helps that he’s finally taking me seriously as an adult now that I’m twenty-one.” Kento smiled and shook his head before he gently moved you from his lap.

“Need to use the restroom Princess,” he said as he slid off the bed. You watched his naked body walk across your room and disappear into the big bathroom. You slid off the bed and pulled on a robe before digging the chastity cage from the nightstand next to your bed.

Kento huffed out a moan as he grabbed at your hair a bit tighter. You were teasing him into half hardness before you locked his cock in the cage. His thighs trembled a little bit as your expert tongue snaked over the slit on the tip of his cock. He might have been your only partner but you definitely knew how to work your tongue over his length. He whined a bit as your tongue disappeared back into your mouth. Shivers ran down his spine as the cold metal locked around his cock.

“And now for the next part,” you said and pointed to his discarded uniform from last night.

“I don’t get to go get a freshly pressed one from my room Princess?” he asked. He was already walking towards the clothes pile all the while the metal around his cock bounced off his inner thighs ever so slightly. The sensation only made him shiver again.

“Nope, I want it to be obvious but not obvious that you’re up to something,” you said from somewhere behind him. He tried to focus on your words as he dressed but the cold metal around his shaft was making that incredibly hard. Once he was dressed he turned to face you.

“And now for the final piece,” you said holding up the panties again. Kento blushed again before opening his mouth wide. You balled up the panties and stuffed them in his mouth.

The sight of his lips closing around your panties made you start to drool and this only served to make Kento’s cock twitch inside the cage. He groaned softly as the taste and smell from last night filled his mouth and nose.

“Alright then off you go to work,” you teased out and Kento had to adjust himself but it didn’t do much to hide the lump in his pants. This made you giggle.

“Ash ywh whsh pnshnsh,” Kento said around the gag in his mouth. The muffled speech was also making his cock harder. You had no idea what you were doing to him.

A little while later Kento had successfully managed to avoid everyone so far. When the King went on a hunt he usually took two thirds of the King’s Guard with him. The sound of someone else’s footsteps approaching his post on top of this guard tower was making him sweat despite the cool weather. Kento watched as his friend and fellow guardsman Suguru walked out of the enclosed part of the wall and into the sunlight pouring on to the guard tower.

“Good morning there Kento, it’s quite a lovely day isn’t it,” Suguru asked the big blonde man. Kento looked out into the distance which he knew wouldn’t be suspicious to Suguru but was to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Ysh nth msh,” Kento got out. Suguru coughed and this made Kento turn to look at him.

“Got something stuck in your throat today Nanami?” Suguru asked as he raised an eyebrow at Kento. His face was all but screaming that he was catching on.

“Mmph,” was all Kento could get out from embarrassment.

“Listen man I’m not one to shame things here and I’m great at secrets but you need to be careful sleeping with the King’s daughter okay?” Suguru’s face and voice were both laced with genuine concern.

“Shnsh,” Kento said.

“You’re welcome man. And next time the Princess wants to gag you make sure she uses panties that aren’t as yellow as the outfit she’s wearing today,” Suguru called over his shoulder before disappearing into the short hallway back to his own post.

Kento smacked himself in the forehead knowing you were going to ask if anyone caught him. He wasn’t sure if you would punish him or not but either way his cock twitched in the cage at the thought.

A little while later as his shift was coming to an end none other than the King’s Guard’s second in command Satoru came bounding up to Kento in the hallway.

“Hey there man,” the white haired man said as he clapped a hand on Kento’s shoulder. Kento turned around and felt his face heat up again. Saturo’s blue eyes were one of the most fascinating things in this desert wasteland.

“Hhy,” Kento said.

“So I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the market once shift change is over,” Saturo said as he fell into step next to Kento.

“Cnnth,” Kento said hoping keeping his speech as minimal as possible wouldn’t draw attention from his friend.

“Why not? Got some super secret guard duty with the Princess to attend to,” Saturo teased and stuck his tongue out at Kento. If it wasn’t for his promise to you not to remove the gag Kento would have torn the pretty man a new one.

“Mmghy,” Kento said.

“Well maybe she can get whatever’s caught in your throat to come lose,” Saturo teased before he took off back in the direction he had come from.

Kento sighed with relief. Saturo hadn’t caught on. This relief somehow made him completely hard inside the cage. He hurried to your room already knowing his post was filled for the night. Saturo was the only one who had to wait until everyone had changed shifts before he was allowed to do his own things since the Captain was gone.

“So how many people found out,” you asked as soon as Kento entered your bedroom. You stayed lounging across your chaise. Your bright yellow silk pants hung lower on your hips than they had outside the room earlier in the day. Your matching top was also pulled down further into your shoulders than you should have had it but you were in private now and the sight of your cleavage was sure to make Kento tell the truth.

“Onm,” Kento muttered around your panties. You motioned for him to come over to you and he did. You pulled the panties from his mouth and he let out a loud sigh.

“Who?” you asked.

“Suguru, he saw the yellow and noticed it matched your outfit. I’m sorry my Princess he and Satoru also seem to know about our relationship,” he said before kneeling and looking at the floor.

“Well, that could prove to be problematic,” you said as you lifted his chin with one hand.

“I promise Your Majesty they won’t say a word to anyone. I trust them with your life and our secret,” he said sincerely. You simply nodded.

“Well then since the only person to catch you was Suguru I think I’ll keep your punishment brief,” you said. He gulped hard and nodded.

“As you wish Princess,” was all he said.

“Princess,” Kento panted out, “please may I cum?” His desperate whines filled the air of your room as you slowly stroked his cock. He was standing completely naked with his back against the closed shutters to one of your windows. You mulled it over before grinning widely.

“No,” you said as you squeezed tighter and started to stroke faster. Kento fought to keep his hands pressed into the wall above him as you had instructed him to do but it wasn’t easy going.

“Please Princess my cock hurts so badly,” he whined out again. You looked down and saw the head of his cock was almost purple in your hand.

“Then cum right now,” you demanded as you stroked his whole length as fast as you could. Kento refused to disappoint you so he came immediately. His cock twitched and throbbed in your hand as rope after rope of his cum shot out and landed on the carpet a foot away.

You doubled down on the stroking as you pushed him through his orgasm. When his cock started to shrink in your hand and his body was shaking you finally let go.

“Next time you will make sure no one catches you or your punishment will take place in front of an open window instead of a closed one. Understand?” you asked him as he panted heavily.

“Yes Princess,” Kento panted out as he lowered his big arms around you. He pulled your curvy clothed body into his own and growled softly.

“May I please make you scream my name into the night again Princess?” he asked as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes, Kento you may,” you responded. He scooped you up and carried you over to your bed. And he did indeed make you scream his name in pleasure far after the sun had set.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

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pan-magi · 10 months

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kanerallels · 7 months

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AUGH THE SUFFERING WHEN YOU WANT TO WRITE AND YOU FEEL INSPIRED BUT YOU PHYSICALLY CAN'T

#beefing with original sin pretty hard right now not gonna lie #AUGH THE SUFFERING #pms my beloathed #i just want to write. i want to work on inklings or my ficlet requests #or the steve miller au or my jedi survivor project or the sabezra aladdin au #OR LITERALLY ANYTHING JUST LET ME WRITE AGAIN #hmmm do i stew angrily or do i go read fan fic angrily

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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For my first request, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and a woman reader in an Aladdin AU with gags and consensual servitude please? The reader is a princess and has a busy day of meetings but her lover Gojo wants to spend time with her during her meetings. She agrees but has him shackled, heavily cloth gagged and wearing a see through loincloth. You can decide on the intimate acts between them. What do you think?

Combining JJK and Aladdin never even crossed my mind prior to this request, but it intrigued me so much that I decided to give it a shot! It turned out to be more plot-heavy than I originally intended, and I did deviate a little from what was requested. I tried to add some historical accuracies based on when and where Aladdin is primarily based.

I decided to make her a Sultana as opposed to a princess, since she'd wield more power that way!

Due to the nature of the plot, I obviously had to take some creative liberties. Being the product of the American education system means that I probably got some key details very wrong, which I apologize for.

Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 5.5k

Your father was fascinated with foreigners. It was why half of his advisors were originally from far-flung nations that were allies of the Sultanate. It was why after your sister ran off with a street rat, he named the foreign girl he’d adopted his heir. And it was the entire reason you met Gojo Satoru, a foreign noble staying at your court.

The two of you quickly hit it off, and it wasn’t long before he was in your bed. Back when you still had the luxury of being a socialite who spent much of her time partying, the two of you didn’t bother hiding your affections for one another.

Now, The Sultan was dying, and as his heir, you could no longer be so blasé with how you were perceived. A poor reputation could mean disaster for a ruler. You would already be under more scrutiny due to being a foreign woman, so you had to be on your best behavior.

It was a change that you were struggling to adjust to, but you were adjusting. Unlike Gojo, who seemed to still think of you as the wanton party girl he’d met all those months ago.

That was the only explanation as to why he was pawing at you in the middle of funeral preparations with your advisors. Your father’s condition was worsening, and it wouldn’t be long before he left this world. You’d allowed Gojo to be present for emotional support, and apparently, the only way he could provide that was with his body.

“Stop it,” you hissed as Gojo’s hand trailed up your leg, covered by large, tulip-shaped trousers, the same shade of blue as your lover’s eyes. The court’s sense of modesty dictated that you cover as much skin as possible, but you expressed your personal style through bright colors and elaborate jewelry. “Now isn’t the time.”

You wished you could flaunt him as you once did, but you had new rules to abide by.

Gojo, who wore the traditional robes of his country, pouted at you. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Behaving would be a big help,” you snapped, forcing a smile on your face when Advisor Gakuganji snapped his head toward you.

He was one of your father’s eldest advisors, entering his service soon after the passing of your grandfather. He’d completely rejected his roots, fully embracing his adopted culture. To an extreme degree, in your option. He was hellbent on preserving traditions his ancestors didn’t help forge, and despite the conservative nature of the Sultanate, he still believed it too liberal. As one would imagine, he had little tolerance for you, disdaining you for being so…loose.

“Is all well, Sultana?” Advisor Yaga questioned with a cocked brow.

Sultana. No longer would you be a mere princess, but the monarch of Agrabah. Resentment flared in you at the fact, as you were never meant to hold the title of Sultana. No, it was supposed to be Jasmine, but she chose love over duty. She’d been the one prepped for the role, not you. As a result, you were unprepared for such a monumental task, even as your advisors were doing everything in their power to remedy that.

“Of course,” you said, straightening up and shoving Gojo’s hand away. “I’m merely trying to consider what my father would most want for his funeral.”

Gakuganji glared at Gojo. “I doubt he’d want his daughter with a foreign rogue.”

The two couldn’t stand one another, their vastly different personalities resulting in endless clashing.

Gojo opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand, silencing him. “My father is fully aware of my relationship with Gojo, and frankly, I’m offended you think I’d dishonor him by going behind his back.”

You suspected your father took such a liberal approach with you due to how things turned out with Jasmine. If he’d been a little less strict, perhaps she wouldn’t have run away.

“You dishonor him regardless, going with a man who flaunts his bastard around.”

Fucking hypocrite. He often helped your father select new women for his harem and wouldn’t bat an eye when they’d be seated around The Sultan during private meetings. Yet, the presence of your lover sent him into a tizzy.

At the disrespect of his adopted son, Gojo could no longer hold his tongue. “Megumi isn’t a bastard, old man, and if you call him that again I’l-”

“You’ll do nothing, because you can’t do anything to me,” Gakuganji boasted with a smug smirk, aware of the power he wielded at court.

“But I can, and I will,” you barked, aiming a glare his way. “You’re out of line, provoking a guest of the court by insulting his character and his son, who’s a fine young man. And if you’ve forgotten, I can order your tongue be removed from your mouth for questioning your ruler’s decision.”

“You have yet to be coronated, girl.”

Your mouth twisted into a sneer at the belittling name. “You forget your place, Gakuganji, and overestimate your importance. Just because my father tolerated your foolishness, doesn’t mean I will. And as a royal, I can have your tongue cut out regardless.”

A throat being cleared ended the back and forth, making all heads snap to the source of the sound.

“This is a difficult time for everyone, but we mustn’t lose our heads,” Yaga said before the old man could reply to you, saving you from talking to the wrinkled sack further. “Please, let’s take a moment to cool down.”

“You are correct, Advisor,” you agreed, giving him the privilege of addressing him by his title rather than name. If Gakuganji wanted the same honor, he’d have to advise you, not belittle you. “Today’s session will be adjourned.”

“Bu-” Gakuganji began, snapping his mouth shut when you glared at him.

“Of course, Sultana,” Yaga said, raising from his seat and forcing the other man to do the same.

Within a matter of minutes, the room was cleared out, leaving you and Gojo alone.

“Sorry,” Gojo murmured sheepishly.

You sighed. “Gakuganji would’ve found something to be upset about rather you were here or not.” You rose from your seat, positioned at the head of the table, too worked out to keep still. “He doesn’t want to see me become the monarch. It was bad enough when Jasmine was set to ascend, but at least she was related to The Sultan by blood.”

You ground your teeth together as your eyes began to water. The past several weeks had been so difficult, but as heir, you were expected to take it all in stride.

Gojo rose also, walking to you and placing his large hands on your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. I know for a fact you’ll make a fine ruler. Your father agreed, or else he wouldn’t have selected you.”

You scoffed at his words, but some of the tension did leave your body. “My father had no other options.”

“Your father is The Sultan. He could’ve selected anyone he pleased, yet he chose you.”

“I believe most would’ve preferred if he did.”

Gojo huffed and flicked your forehead, a gesture you would’ve had to punish him for if others were present. “If that ancient curmudgeon is making you doubt yourself so much, I’ll behead him myself.” He brought a hand to your cheek and gently stroked you. You leaned into his touch, snickering at his words. “I’ll even use my dullest knife, to make sure it hurts.”

“No, you’d need to be as quick as possible,” you said, momentarily considering the idea. A dead Gakuganji would solve a lot of your problems, and you could replace him with whomever you saw fit. “If anyone saw you it could be you who loses his head.”

“No, you’ll protect me.”

Your heart fluttered at his faith in you, and you nodded. “I would, yes.”

He offered you a small smile, then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me serve you.”

You gave a nod of confirmation, and he dropped to his knees, sliding your bottoms down to reveal your pussy. Your hands flew to snow-white strands as he buried his face in between your thighs. Instantly, he attached himself to your clit, drawing a whine from you when he sucked on your feminine bud.

“You're doing such a good job,” you praised, whimpering when he lightly nibbled on your clit.

He guided a leg over his shoulder for better access, making it easier for him to slurp up your juices, his hands going to your waist. To stabilize yourself, your grip on his hair tightened, your standing leg quickly becoming useless as he continued to lick you.

A loud cry echoed around the chamber when he wiggled his tongue inside of you, thrusting the pink muscle in and out of your heat. The noises that filled the room were obscene, and if anyone were to catch you, you’d be disgraced. But the risk only aroused you further.

If the two of you were caught, perhaps it’d force your council of advisors to allow you to enter an official relationship with Gojo. You knew it was unlikely, but a girl could dream.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned as the coil in your core began to unravel.

All it took was another gentle bite to come undone, your eyes rolling back into your head as your juices flooded his mouth. Your hands yanked at his soft white locks as your whole body shook, Gojo’s hands tightening to keep you from falling.

When you began to still, Gojo licked a stripe along your core and pressed kisses to your thighs, before helping to make you decent again and raising. Swiping a hand over his glistening mouth, he pecked your lips. He knew you weren’t a fan of tasting your own juices, so he kept it chaste.

“Feel better?” he asked as he pulled you into an embrace.

“For the time being, yes.”

He thumbed at your bottom lip. “When you feel stressed again, don’t hesitate to seek me out. I’m at your service, Sultana.”

The way he purred out your title made heat rush through you.

“Are you pledging your allegiance to me, Gojo Satoru?” you questioned, brushing your nose against his skin.

“You’ve had it from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he swore, sucking in a breath when you nipped at his neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Gojo.”

👑

True to his word, Gojo didn’t hesitate to please you at a moment’s notice. Often, you kept your trysts limited to your personal chambers, knowing you still had a reputation to uphold.

But, as your father’s condition began to steadily improve, you became a little more carefree. Yes, you were still reigning suo jure, but discussions began to arise about your father taking back control. Though you’d still be the heir, for the time being, you’d be demoted back to the title of princess.

Then, the season of pestilence rolled around, and his condition regressed. Against all odds, he managed to survive, but any hope of him retaking his throne was dashed. Thus, the funeral preparations resumed.

Going back to prepping for your father’s death threw you into a constant state of depression and stress, one you could only distract yourself with through pleasure that only Gojo could provide.

Because of that, you gave him permission to take you whenever and however he pleased, if no others were in the immediate vicinity.

That’s why he was trying to remove your clothes minutes before a meeting was supposed to start, silencing your protests with promises of being quick.

“We need to stop,” you panted, a moan escaping when he licked your neck’s pulse point. “They’ll be here any minute.”

You knew that sex before marriage was a sin, and if the two of you were caught sneaking around, you’d be in a world of trouble. Yet, you’d never subscribed to the religion followed by your father’s empire, instead choosing to place your faith in the magic you had tangible evidence of. You wish your advisors felt the same. If they did, you wouldn’t have to stress about hiding your affection for the man before you.

“We have time,” he murmured against your skin.

No, the two of you really didn’t have time. You should’ve pushed him off you, but the way he was massaging you over your clothes felt so good.

Of course, the opening of a door forced your hand, and you pushed him away with strength that you didn’t know you possessed.

Standing in the doorway was a very bewildered-looking Yaga, a blush creeping onto his face as he pieced together what was going on. “Sultana,” he greeted with a bow of the head, avoiding your gaze.

“Advisor,” you muttered, feeling like a child who was caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. You turned to face the culprit, the white-haired menace that got you into this embarrassing situation. His porcelain skin is flushed, but his expression wasn’t one of shame. “Gojo, you’re dismissed. Return to your rooms and I’ll consult you after the meeting.”

Amusement glinted in his sapphire eyes. “You’re giving me time out?”

“Be lucky I’m not having you bound and gagged,” you hissed, irritation surging through you.

Your lover or not, in front of others, your word was supposed to be law. For him to not make fun of an order given wasn’t tolerable.

“I’m not opposed to that,” he said, then sighed. “But I’ll take my leave, Sultana.”

With that, he sauntered out of the room, sparing Yaga a nod.

“Sultana…be lucky that it was I that caught you and not one of the others.”

A fact you were thankful for. Gakuganji would’ve had more fuel for his campaign to strip your throne away.

“I am grateful, Advisor, truly. Gojo and I…”

“Were just caught in the moment. I understand, I was young before, trust me,” he finished for you, shaking his head with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, the idea of him being youthful amusing. For as long as he’s been at court, his appearance had been that of a man in the middle of his life.

“I trust you won’t tell the others?”

Your voice sounded nervous, even to your own ears, and you cringed. Strength was necessary as a monarch, and especially as an unmarried woman who hadn’t even been crowned in front of the public.

“I will not, Sultana,” he confirmed, making you breathe a sigh of relief. “But when you ‘consult’ with Gojo, ensure that you talk to him about today. As unfair as it is, you cannot be as brazen as your father was with his lovers.”

And that filled you with ire. Even as Sultana, you weren’t exempt from double standards. No, you were expected to uphold them, expected to be a pillar of the morals you were raised on.

“I understand, Advisor.”

“And as it’s my job to guide you, I recommend giving Gojo a harsher punishment next time he challenges your orders.”

“I will talk to him. If this happens again, I won’t be so lenient,” you promised, praying Gojo would heed your warning, so you didn’t have to do anything drastic.

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For the first few weeks, Gojo listened to you and cut back on his rampant displays of affection. You had increasingly less time to spare socializing, resulting in you seeing your entourage sparsely. This, unfortunately, included your lover. If you didn’t arrange to have him snuck into your sleeping quarters, you barely saw him outside of the meetings.

As death fought to obtain The Sultan, no longer did your duties end when your assemblies did. Instead, you’d be swept away to oversee your father’s medicinal treatments, something you insisted upon when you discovered the out-of-date methods his previous doctors had been using.

Gojo, surprisingly, took it all in stride. At least, he had been, before the advisors began speaking of marrying you to an allying prince. Even though you rejected such talks, the words had stuck in Gojo’s mind all the same.

“Gojo, you may take your leave,” you ground out as his hand crept a little too far up your thigh, his body leaning a tad too close to yours.

“Bu-”

“Leave,” you practically snarled, not needing him to challenge your authority on top of disobeying an order you’d given him weeks ago.

A grin spread across Gojo’s face, a mischievous glint entering his eyes, one that put you on edge. “Yes, Sultana.”

Without further protest, he stood from his seat. But, instead of walking directly to the door, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, ensuring that it’d be seen and heard by all in the room. Your body froze as an audible gasp echoed throughout the room, and you knew he couldn’t get away with this.

“Guards,” you yelled before Gojo could step away from you. Instantly, The Royal Guards swarmed him, flanking either of his sides and taking hold of his arms. “Have him bound and gagged until I have time to deal with him.”

“Yes, Sultana,” they echoed, before doing as you told.

Gojo looked at you with wide eyes, clearly not having expected such a reaction. You weren’t sure of the rules set in his native court, but in Agrabah, such blasé behavior wasn’t allowed. And going against a royal order was a guaranteed way to get punished. He should count himself lucky that he wasn’t being cut down from where he stood, having the offending body part removed from him.

No, you cared too much for him to do something so drastic, but he still needed to face repercussions.

He tried to speak through his gag, but it was too tight for any legible sentences to be formed. With a withering glare from you, he went silent.

“That’s all your doing to him?” Gakuganji questioned in disgust. “He should be beaten for dishonoring you.”

“An eye for an eye, Gakuganji. He humiliated me; therefore, he’ll get the same treatment.”

“Hmmmthm mmm?” Gojo muttered, his tone sounding outraged despite his words not being understandable.

Still, you knew him well enough to know that he took offense to your sentence.

“Tied up in a meeting where he holds no power, how humiliating,” the old man sneered.

You offered him a sickly-sweet smile. “Would you like to join him? Then you could give me a proper opinion on how shameful the punishment is.”

You intended to have the guards parade Gojo around the court while in his current state, but you weren’t going to do anything to please that cranky traditionalist.

Gakuganji clenched his jaw but shook his head. “No, Sultana, I would not.”

“Then stop questioning me, because I will not be so lenient with you if you don’t heed this warning.” You turned to face the burly men standing over Gojo, deciding their presence was no longer needed. “Guards, see to it that Gojo is brought back to his room, then return to your stations. Do not untie him.”

“Yes Sultana,” they echoed before quickly dragging a mumbling Gojo out of the room.

“You, come here,” you called to one of the guards lagging behind, an idea popping into your head.

If Gojo liked the idea of being bound and gagged so much, why not take it up a notch?

“Yes, Sultana?” he questioned, his shaky voice giving away his nerves.

He was younger and scrawnier than most of the other guards, leading you to believe he hadn’t been in the Royal Guard for very long.

You beckoned him to step closer, and with a tense posture, he did so. “See to it that Gojo is wearing nothing but a loincloth by the time my meeting ends. Do it, and I’ll reward you handsomely. Speak of this to anyone, and I’ll have you executed for slandering your monarch. Understood?”

He gulped and quickly nodded. “Yes, Sultana. I’ll see to it that Sir Gojo is in your desired state.”

“Excellent! You’re dismissed now,” you said with a wave of your hand, rolling your eyes when he nearly tripped over himself to get away.

Regardless of what he did, you wouldn’t have him executed. But if he disobeyed your orders, you would see to it that he’d never guard an important person ever again. However, it was nice to know how easily you could inspire fear, as that was a necessary component of being a ruler. Especially being the Sultana. As a woman, you needed to appear more ruthless than the men around you, because otherwise, they’d undermine your authority.

Once the last of The Royal Guards had cleared out, you faced your advisors again, allowing your forced smile to remain in place. “Now, where were we?”

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“What the hell were you thinking?” you snarled as you stormed into Gojo’s room. As requested, he lay in the middle of the mattress, clad in only a see-through loincloth. The sheer material did make you raise a brow, but you weren’t complaining. Storming to him, you yank his gag down, cringing when you felt that it was dampened by his spit. “Speak!”

“You know, as fun as this is, I think it may be a little of an overreaction,” Gojo quipped.

Based on his half-hard cock and dilating pupils, you knew he was enjoying this, because he was just twisted like that.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I asked what you were thinking when you embarrassed me! You were so out of line!”

You were fuming, unable to even admire your lover’s lean body, perfectly toned from the years he spent training in various forms of fighting. You knew from his boasting that he was above reproach in his homeland, but here, that wasn’t the case. He’d made the decision to travel to Agrabah, so he had to follow the rules set.

“I was thinking how nice it would be to kiss you on the cheek, and how I couldn’t wait to conjoin with you later,” he purred out, his length now fully erect. “You know, seeing you be commanding really does something to me.”

“And I enjoy you being obedient, but it’s nearly impossible to obtain from you. Gakuganji is already calling for your blood to be spilled, and if you continue to act out, I’d be forced to listen to him.”

“Over a kiss?”

“Women of my status are supposed to be chaste. It’s bad enough that I have you by my side without us being married, but public displays of affection are asking for trouble.”

It was funny, really. You wielded a level of power many men dreamed of, yet you’d never felt so restricted. Every day, you understood more and more why Jasmine chose to run.

“You’re sovereign,” he said as if you weren’t aware of your title. “You should be able to do whatever you please.”

“I should but I can’t. If talks of my marrying are what set you off, you should know I don’t plan to do so soon.”

Truth be told, you couldn’t envision yourself with anyone but him, and he was a safe option. He was a foreigner from a faraway land, meaning he’d have little claim to your throne. Yet, your choice would need to be approved by your council, and the way he conducted himself would make the mere suggestion bring about a sea of issues.

Mainly, because of Gakuganji and his supporters. The man was supposed to advise you, but he’d done nothing but make your life difficult.

“But you do plan to eventually marry?” he asked bitterly.

“I plan to do what’s best for the Sultanate, and if that’s marrying, then I will.”

You knew your answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but you weren’t a liar. And, chances are, you’d remain unwed like the many female monarchs that came before you, as adding a powerful man to the equation would only make your claim to the throne shakier.

“Do not give me that look,” you snapped, hating the jealous pain in his big blue eyes. “I’ve never deceived you before, and I won’t start now.”

He huffed out a breath, then nodded. “Understood. Now, can you please tell me why I’m in a loincloth?”

You knew this wouldn’t be the end of this discussion, but for now, you were thankful for the subject change.

“I do recall saying you’d like to be gagged and bound,” you said innocently, the corners of your lips quirking up. “Have changed your mind?”

Based on his hard cock, you knew that still rang true. As you waited for him to confirm what you already knew, you began to disrobe. Typically, your maids assisted you in the task, but the clothing you wore was simple to remove.

His eyes trailed up your nude form, and he swallowed coarsely, before shaking his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Good,” you said, putting the gag back in place. “Because I intend to keep you like this all night long.”

You reached under his loincloth and grazed the slit of his cock, gathering the precum oozing from it and spreading it around the base. He moaned at the contact and bucked his hips upward. You slowly stroked his cock, grabbing his balls with your other hand. A copious amount of pre leaked from the tip, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he came. But you couldn’t have that. It was supposed to be a punishment, after all. So, as his core began to tremble and his hips bucked more furiously, you stopped, causing him to whine.

You knew it wasn’t the smartest decision to use a sex-based punishment for such a carnal person, but you didn’t want to do anything to seriously harm him.

You tsked. “It isn’t going to be that easy tonight, my love.”

Another whine emerged from him, but you ignored it as you began to stroke his cock again. The tip began to turn an angry pink color, and you knew he needed to cum to relieve his growing discomfort. Still, you weren’t going to let him.

You continue to edge him to the point of tears, at which point you decide to up the ante and wrap your lips around his cockhead. He whimpered as you licked the slit, tears streaming down his pretty face.

“There, there,” you whispered in faux sympathy, though you were delighted in how pathetic he looked. “You’ll get to cum soon.”

With that, you retook the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before you swallow his entire shaft. You fought your gag reflex as his length filled your throat, his loud cries incentivizing you. You deepthroat him for as long as you could, but the need for air and his violent shaking forced you to come up. You pull back until just the tip of his dick is in your mouth, giving it a gentle suck before removing it completely.

He lets out a noise of frustration at another stolen orgasm, glaring at you with glistening eyes.

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and dragging it along your slit. “I’m going to take care of you.”

You sink down on his length, and a gasp left you when he bucked his hips and bottomed out in one hard thrust. All your teasing had worked you up, too, and your cunt clenched at finally being filled. He filled you up so well, as if your walls were made for him, and never failed to hit every spot that had you seeing stars.

You moved along his shaft in a back-and-forth motion, planting your hands on his chest to balance you. His cum-filled balls rested against your ass, the sound of skin-hitting skin filling his lavish chambers. Thank God the walls of the palace were thick.

Gojo’s head lolled against his pile of ornate pillows, drool escaping his mouth even with the gag, eyes closed in absolute bliss. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but you continued to move your hips in a set rhythm, deciding he’d suffered enough.

Besides, what better place to finish that inside of you? It’d feel heavenly, you’d wager, and if his seed took, the council would have no choice but to approve the match. A child out of wedlock would be far more disgraceful than taking an unruly foreigner as a husband.

“Cum inside me, my love,” you moaned.

Your words must’ve been too erotic for Gojo, because a second later, he came with a muffled scream. Hot ropes of cum shoot into you and painted your walls white, the very amount that entered you almost guaranteeing you’d fall pregnant. Never had he finished inside of you, always pulling out at the last minute. You cussed him for robbing you of such pleasure, as the feeling of his warm seed was divine.

Seconds later, your orgasm washed over you, and you loudly whined as your movements grew sloppy. You didn’t stop moving, though, wanting to fuck his cum deeper into you. Only when the aftershocks of your orgasm died down did you still, and only when Gojo’s dick started to deflate to you get from him. What wasn’t gobbled up by your pussy started to leak from you, trailing down your thighs.

You needed to clean yourself off before it cooled, but first, you needed to unbind Gojo. You knew he hid several weapons around the room, so you reached under his pillow and pulled out his tanto, using it to slice away at the rope. Then, you pulled the gag down, deciding to let him undo the knot.

He allowed it to stay settled around his neck, instead pulling you down on top of him. The action took you aback, making your hold on the knife slip.

“Am I forgiven, Sultana?”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck, your nipples rubbing against his chest. “I believe so, yes.”

You two silently basked in each other’s company for several minutes, Gojo’s hands stoking your side.

"You let me come inside," he stated, breaking the quietness.

“I did, yes.”

“What if you get pregnant?”

“Then we wed,” you said without a second thought, making him still.

You knew it wouldn’t be as easy as you were making it out to sound, but you’d work out the kinks of your plan another time.

“What about the council? The old one would surely be opposed to this.”

You looked up at him, noting the shock, joy, and concern swarming in his eyes. “It’s either allowing me to marry the man I care for or allowing their Sultana to have a child out of wedlock. I’d bet every penny of my fortune they’d prefer the former.” You began to trace patterns on his chest, relaxing him. “As for Gakuganji, you did say you’d take care of him at my request…”

He grinned down at you, delight shining in his eyes. “Is this you sanctioning his execution?”

“His assassination,” you corrected. “Execution implies that it’d be a public affair when I plan to have it be discreet.”

“Why the change of heart, if I may ask?”

“If I do fall pregnant,” you began, certain that you would. If it didn’t happen this time, you’d just have to try again until your monthly bleeding ceased. “I wouldn’t want any threats to my family present. Gakuganji is the biggest one.”

“Give him a week, and I’m sure he’ll die naturally. The man’s too old to be here much longer,” he joked, making you laugh.

You desperately wished that’d be the case, as you wanted him dispatched before your coronation, whenever that’d be. Your father’s condition wasn’t improving, and you needed to have everything in place by the time you were publicly named Sultana.

“That’s a lovely thought, but death likes to grant long lives to cruel individuals. But if you’d prefer to take that chance…”

“No, I’ll happily end his miserable life.”

“Excellent. He enjoys nightly strolls around the palace if that helps.”

“It does, my devious Sultana.”

“You rolled your eyes. “I’m eliminating threats, and you have two and a half weeks to get rid of this one.”

You wanted it done by the time you were due to bleed again. They came regularly, so if you missed it, you’d know if you were with a child.

He planted a kiss on the top of your head, huffing out a laugh and holding you a little tighter. “Yes, Sultana.”

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A/N: I know this has some differences from what was requested, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless!

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