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Jujutsu Kaisen-The Zenin Taboo

[WARNING: TABOO SMUT AHEAD] |Harem| |Netori| |Taboo/Inc3st| |Cuckquean| |Genderbent| Kaito Zenin is the eldest brother of Maki and Mai Zenin, making him the son of Ogi Zenin and the nephew of Naobito Zenin. Because he is Ogi’s first child, Kaito is inadvertently the reason he hates his daughters. Kaito was born a prodigy; blessed with great reserves of Cursed Energy and two Cursed Techniques. This had Ogi set for life, making him potentially suited to be Head of the Clan. But his daughters were a failure in his eyes, unable to replicate Kaito’s “glory”. Because he was born “blessed”, Kaito was targeted by not just other families, but by his own kin. Naoya Zenin, the daughter of Naobito, became obsessed with Kaito and even manipulated his father in arranging a marriage between herself and her younger cousin. Naobito and Ogi agreed to this solely to keep Kaito’s strength within the bloodline. They believed that their line would produce powerful sorcerers and even a potential formidable Ten Shadows User. Naoya and Kaito had a seemingly quiet marriage. To others, they kept to themselves and bothered nobody despite Naoya’s demeanor. But behind closed doors, there was nothing but debauchery occuring. Naoya had an intense Cuckquean fetish, forcing Kaito to fuck other individuals in front of her for her own pleasure. While she stayed loyal to Kaito herself, Naoya made sure she was in complete control of the arrangement. It got to the point where Naoya sucked in the two individuals that Kaito didn’t want to involve in this fetish; Maki and Mai. And thus, the Zenin Taboo came to be. [DISCLAIMERS] - Taboo Smut, AU - Story takes place three years after the story would normally end, making most of the main cast 18+ - anything questionable does not reflect on I, the Author - Genderbent Naoya Zenin only, unless people request someone. - Slow updates
Ark_Astorias · 1.1m Views

Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
DarkLoreWriter · 103.6k Views

Prince Aelor Targaryen Legacy

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites
ScarletQuillWrites · 64.7k Views

Wolf's Promise

The rebellion was over, Robert was king, Rhaegar was dead, Aerys was dead, Princess Elia was dead, and her children were dead. So much bloodshed, and for what? Ned did not know, nor did he much care. All he knew was that Robert was not the same man that he had been, the crown and the war had changed him, had changed them all, but Robert most of all was changed. His friend, his brother was now a mere stranger, for Ned did not think, could not think that the man who had gone drinking with him in the Eyrie, would ever dare condone the murder of children. And yet that was what his friend had done, it saddened him truth be told, it angered him even further, his friend was gone, dead, as far as he could see, there was nothing he could do, nothing that could change that, and yet, and yet something seemed as though it needed to be done. He could not in good conscience allow his friend to slip into the throes of madness, into the crutch of depression not again, not this time. Ned had not fought through the seven hells to see his friend fall into depression, at least that was what he had told himself when he had set off from King's Landing, still angry with Robert, getting to Storm's End word had come from the capital, a slaughter had occurred of some of the Targaryen's extended family, those innocent of anything but being related to Aerys, Ned had been horrified, it did not sit well with him, it reeked of Tywin Lannister. He did not know what to make of it, and yet he would do his duty if asked, and yet Lyanna came first, she had always come first for Ned, and now here he was, where she was said to be, and his heart hammered. Word had come in the form of Ashara Dayne, his brother's former lover, as to where he could find his sister, hidden in some god's forsaken tower in Dorne, the audacity of Prince Rhaegar struck him then, the fact that the prince would even consider hiding Lyanna in the home of his wife, that was something that made Ned question whether the prince had truly been sane. He had placed the northern army under the command of Lord Jeor Mormont and instructed them to return north following the lifting of the siege of Storm's End, there was no time for them to come with him. Only six others had come with him, Ethan Glover who he had found in the black cells near death but determined to serve, Ser Mark Ryswell quiet but loyal, strong and tough, then there was Martyn Cassel old, loyal and firm, Theo Wull a giant even compared to the Greatjon, Lord Willam Dustin another one of Brandon's friends and someone Ned was not sure of and finally Howland Reed, who had confessed to him the nature of Lyanna's abduction. All had become friends to him during this war, and he would trust them with his life, and yet, he knew that what they were about to see within the tower or perhaps even witness would test their loyalty. Ned sighs, he knows that things are going to grow more and more uncertain as time goes by, but he does not know whether or not that is a good thing or a bad thing. He orders his men to a halt and dismounts. He sees three white knights standing before the tower, and he knows then that his suspicions are confirmed. You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.
Perseus_Blackfyre · 69.9k Views

The Debt.....( Lisa )

A tale of what a loving girlfriend can do for her boyfriend ⚠️ Warning Notice This work is entirely fictional. None of the characters, events, or situations are meant to represent real individuals or real-life incidents. This is purely creative storytelling, made for entertainment and imagination only. Please do not associate any part of this story with actual people or real events. We kindly ask everyone reading this to understand the intention behind this story. This fanfic is created purely from imagination, creativity, and a love for storytelling. We do not wish to hurt, insult, offend, or harm any real person in any way. Every character, scene, emotion, and event you see here is fictional, shaped only for narrative purposes. Sometimes stories explore sensitive themes or complex emotions, but even then, our goal is never to disrespect anyone—real or imagined. Fan fiction is a place where writers experiment, grow, and express themselves freely, and we hope you can appreciate this piece with that mindset. Nothing written here is inspired by real-life people, situations, or incidents. Any resemblance you may notice is purely coincidental. We respect every individual deeply, and we value the boundaries between fiction and reality. Thank you for taking the time to read this note before diving into the story. Your understanding and open-mindedness mean a lot to us. We hope you enjoy the narrative with the same positivity, respect, and creative spirit in which it was written. © Orewatokyo
TokyoSan · 198.2k Views