#and you take the time to make sure your slaves can't escape

[invincibledc]

Reposting this as a separate part and not as a big ass reblog cause that was so lazy of me…

Yandere!Batfamily x TeddyBear!Reader

Part 1 | part 2

Damian who's a little sneaky bastard. He plays the"innocent" child card. Making you dot on him.

Damian who forces you to take a small form of your bear shape. Mostly so he can hold you like the true teddybear you are. Forcing you to stay in his room as he sleep.

Damian who actually gets terribly upset when you actually start to ignore and find ways to avoid him.

Damian who is close to making his father force you to get into mind control so you can listen to him

Tim who always uses you as a pillow. You could try to get away from the coffeeholic man. But he could only smile with you having a muzzle on, roaring to be free. You're his sweet experiment.

Tim who gives you coffee when you let your guard down. Don't worry about the funny taste, it's just to make you obey and stay with him longer when he studies.

Tim who smiles when you act so loopy and hug him, growling softly in your bear form and nuzzle into his neck in your human one. You're just so sweet...

Tim who sometimes designs chips, he made one that completely will force you to be the mind slave you were originally to be. Maybe even keep your spirit in that teddy bear form of yours.

Jason who tries to soothe your pains, but he's only causing more when he stares down at you backing away from him.

Jason who still vents to you about his much he's in a frenzy between liking Bruce and not liking him. It gets tiring.

Jason who declaws you, you could try and regenerate your body. He'll only do it over and over again for the times you clawed at his face.

Jason who wants to break you mentally, who wants you to depend on him. So he can take you away from this place.

Dick who gets sickly sweet with you. You can't tell if he's actually being nice or not.

Dick who coos at you, he hugs you tightly In your human form, making sure you have no space to transform. Learning you need an amount of space to transform between forms

Dick who babies you too much, it's sickening how he could make you seem so childish when you're years older than any of the men in this place.

Dick who has Barbara always give him secret photos off of the cameras in the house of you. Aren't you his cute teddy bear.

Bruce who only watches, not even caring if you actually trusted him or not. You're only here to please his sons.

Bruce who has a perimeter around the house that the chip Tim made can alarm him or any of the boys that you tried to escape. Oh well, guess it's another dose of honey for you.

Bruce who has cameras watching you 24/7. Don't worry, he doesn't watch you that much. Unlike Tim.

Bruce who agrees to Damian's plan to put an another chip. This time in your brain.

You who’s starting to snap…

You who's is starting to isolate yourself from the bat and birds. They notice, but you are calculating how to escape.

You who finally found your source to escape this hellish mansion

You who fall to the ground when trying to escape late at night. You fall with a hard thud as the chip under your skin, your fur, it shocks your your entire body. You couldn't help but see feet come towards you. You try to roar only for a syringe enter your neck. Dark figures surround your body as you start to black out.

You who are their perfect teddy bear.....

[the-fiction-witch]

Discussing The Matter

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X OC Reader - (OC) Visenya Targaryen (Twin sister of Viserys) Rating - Smut (Incest) Word Count - 3008

Visenya made her way through Illrio’s large impressive palace in her loose blue gown in the typical pentos style. She matched into viserys chambers seeing his books and weapons lining the place, his large circle marble bath in the centre where he currently sat being attended by maids,

"Go." She demanded and the maids and staff cleared out leaving them alone,

Viserys looked at her, admiring her, she looked like an actual goddess to him. "What a commanding tone, you come into my chambers uninvited and demand my servants to leave?"

"Just because you have a cock! Does not entitle you to make all the decisions regarding our family viserys!" she said as she came over and stood at the steps of his tub meaning he couldn't get out until she was done talking to him

“Did you come all the way here to discuss my cock? or is there a different reason, my sweet sister?"

"viserys. I'm serious." She complained, "You can't really allow illrio to make this match for Dany. The Dothraki are cruel, their Karls take multiple wives, slaves, butchers and bastards to their women!"

Viserys rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bath, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling, "Oh, come on, do you really expect me to care about Dany? She's already a woman flowered, it's time she started fulfilling her duties as a woman."

"... And what of me? I am a woman flowered why did you not sell me?"

Viserys' gaze snapped back to her, his eyes searching her face in disbelief, a hint of anger in his voice as he answered. "You are my twin, my other half, my equal. I would never trade you away to some stinking barbarian."

"Dany is our baby sister. Is she not of your care too?" She said as she slowly stepped up the steps and into his bath with him, crawling over to sit in his lap her dress immediately soaking,

Viserys' breath hitches as his sister straddles him, his hands resting on her hips instinctively and pulling her closer to him in the bathtub. He looks up at her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desire, as he speaks, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, but that doesn't apply to Daenerys. She might be our sister, but she's still just a woman. Her role is to obey us and bear heirs."

"I am a woman," she whispered against his lips,

His eyes darkened with lust, and a low growl rumbled in his throat as she spoke. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, his hands sliding up underneath her wet gown to caress the bare skin of her back. "You are the exception."

"am I? I am older. I am ... Arguably more desirable. Dany is a child. And you sell her away, surely illrio has asked you as... The one with the cock. To make arrangements to send me away" she explained playing with running her fingers on his face and hair, as she shifts her hips on him

A sharp intake of breath escaped him as her hips moved against his, his grip on her waist tightening as he tries to keep himself from losing control. His eyes darkened even further, the desire burning inside him making it hard to think straight, the thought of losing her to a stranger, painful to imagine. "He suggested it, yes, but I refused. You're mine, always mine, I'd rather die than let another man have you."

"even if you got your army for me," she cooed moving her hips more knowing she can force his answers out of him

A low, primal moan slipped from his lips as her movements continued to drive him mad with desire, his own hips bucking against her involuntarily, his hands sliding down to her thighs, holding her in place. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his words coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I would burn every kingdom from Qarth to Asshai to the ground before letting another man touch you, to hell with my army."

"but she is sellable? Your own sister?"

His expression hardened, his lust momentarily forgotten as reminders of the current argument returned to his mind. He pulled back, looking at her with a mixture of anger and resignation. "She is. She is younger, more innocent, still pure. She can give me alliances and armies. What can I possibly gain from you?"

she glared and went to move off him

he caught her hips and slammed her down on his lap, the water of the tub sloshing around them. His grip was firm, not letting her move away from him. "Don't you dare. You came into my bathtub and straddled me, you're not going anywhere without me finishing what you started."

"you know what you would gain from me. An army, your crown. More allies in this world. You have two sisters both of which you can sell off and still be open to marry across the sea when you are king."

His hands on her hips held her firmly against him, forcing her to feel the hard length of him, his chest heaving as his breathing quickened. He moved his face closer to hers, their lips just barely touching as he spoke. "Why do you think I want an army or a crown when I have you, hmm? You're worth more to me than all the gold and armies in this world. I don't care about marriages or alliances, I just want you, only you, always and forever."

she turned her face away so he couldn't kiss her "This is cruel to her viserys."

His fingers dug into her waist, his voice coming out as a hoarse growl, frustration and desire mixing in his tone. "Why do you care so much about what happens to Dany? You're mine. You belong to me and I belong to you. She has to do her duty, even if it means offering her body and fertility to a barbarian. Why can't you just accept that?"

"... We ... Are not a possibility"

His grip on her tightened, his eyes narrowing as he watched her, a mixture of anger and hurt in his expression. "And why not? We're both Targaryen, I want you, you want me, we should be perfect together. So why can't we be a possibility?"

"we are siblings." She reminds

Viserys' jaw clenched, his breathing growing ragged. He knew she was right, but that didn't make it hurt any less. "I don't care. I don't care if it's a sin, if the Seven disapprove, if the Gods themselves send lightning to strike us down. All I know is that you drive me mad, that I want you, burn for you, need you more than anything in this world. And you cannot deny that you feel the same."

"targaryen wed brother to sister for thousands of years... But that time is over. No land would allow us to be as we wish."

His hands on her hips trembled as he struggled to hold himself back, his heart aching with frustration and unfulfilled desire. "Who cares what other lands allow, why should we care what the rest of the world thinks? We are Targaryens, dragonsblood coursing through our veins, we are above those pathetic mortals and their pitiful little rules. Why can't we just forget about the world and be together, you and me?"

she sighed and shifted her hips again "We aren't done discussing the matter"

He groaned as her hips moved against him again, his body responding to her unconsciously. He tried to focus on the conversation, but all he could think about was the fact she was on top of him, her body pressed against his, her breath on his face. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself, his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "What further is there to discuss, my sweet sister?"

"when she is married, what will happen to us? She will be forced away with the dothraki as a breeding slave... And us? Are we to remain guests of illiro forever, worried always he is to sell us too?" She got faster

Viserys closed his eyes, fighting the wave of pleasure that washed over him as she picked up her pace, his hands on her hips now almost digging into her skin. His mind was struggling to focus, and he had to take another deep breath before responding, his voice coming out strained and hoarse. "No... I won't let that happen. I'm building an army, we will get our home back. I will be king, and you will be..." he trailed off, his breath catching in his throat as he let the fantasy play out in his mind. He stopped talking, his imagination conjuring up a vision of himself on the Iron Throne, with her sitting on a throne next to him. Him claiming her as his in front of the Seven Kingdoms and no one being able to protest their union. It was a tantalizing, seductive idea, one that made his heart hammer furiously in his chest, and the words spilled from his lips in a reverent whisper. "You will be my Queen."

"as tempting as that is. Where are we to live in the mean time? Here withilliro? With Dany and her horse lord slavers? Or go homeless while you build this army" she whispered against his lips as she moved her hands pulling her dress a little,

Her words broke into his fantasy, but the sight of her nearly naked body straddling him left him too distracted to think about the specifics of their situation. His hands roamed her body, roaming up her thighs, his fingers gripping her hips, his eyes drifting from her face to her chest. "We will stay here, for now. I need time to plan, to gather allies. We'll have to be patient, I'm afraid, my sweet sister."

"and If illrio betrays us?" She moved back down slowly gasping and softly moaning as she moved down his shaft,

Viserys gritted his teeth, his grasp on her tightening as he tried to focus on anything but the pleasure building within him. However, the sight of her sliding down his body, her breaths and noises adding fuel to the fire burning within him, made it near impossible to think straight. His voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "He won't. We need him, and he needs us. He knows that."

she grunted as she finally reached his hilt, "...does he?"

Viserys' breath hitched at the feel of her pressing against him, his eyes darkening with desire as his fingers dug into her hips, his head tipping back as he struggled to keep the last bit of his control. He spoke through gritted teeth, the words coming out as a primal growl. "He does. He better, otherwise he's a dead man."

"... The seven kingdoms will not be thrilled, of a set of twins as long and queen" she spoke as she nibbled his neck and began to ride

Viserys' head lolled back as she moved against him, his eyes closing as his body reacted to her touches and the feel of her mouth on his neck. He fought to keep his voice steady, his words coming out as a ragged whisper, his hands on her hips moving her faster against him, his own hips involuntarily bucking up to meet hers, his body on fire from the feel of her. "The Seven Kingdoms can go to hell, they have no say in what we do." His words dissolved into a deep growl, all sense and reason abandoned in the onslaught of pleasure and need. All he could think about was her, her body, her skin, her gasps and the way she rode him, driving him mad with desire. He moved his hands to her thighs, gripping them tightly, wanting to hold her in place and never let go. "I need you. Now."

she nodded and got faster riding at a decent pace the water moving around them

Viserys groaned deeply, the sound coming from deep within his chest. His hands on her thighs slid up to her hips, helping her move faster against him, his own body meeting hers with a need that bordered on primal. He tried to speak, but all coherent thought had left him, leaving only desire and need. "Gods, yes, keep going, don't stop." His lips found hers in a desperate, hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring and tasting her as his hands on her hips pulled her closer, desperate to feel more of her, his body pressed against hers. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he panted, the pleasure building and building, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "You're driving me insane, sweet sister."

her hand trailed Into his hair during the kiss, her hips moving on their own mindlessly searching for pleasure

He groaned as her hand threaded through his hair, the feeling sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, adding to the unbearable ecstasy building inside him. His tongue tangled with hers, his hands on her hips guiding her movements, his own body reacting to her, his hips meeting hers in a frantic, desperate rhythm. "So close... don't stop, don't stop, please..."

she screamed biting his shoulder as she reached her orgasm her body trembling and freezing up clenching around him,

He cursed under his breath as her body shuddered and clenched around him, the sensation of her climaxing driving him over the edge as well, his own release crashing through him in a wave of ecstasy. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, a guttural, primal moan escaping him as he held her tight, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. "Sweet sister... gods, you drive me mad with desire."

she gasped her head laying against his bare chest "We... We can't keep doing this..."

His hold on her hips loosened, his hands moving up to her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. His body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but her words sunk in, and he forced himself to be serious. "Why not? We both want it, we both need it."

"and what happens when my belly grows heavy?" She asked against his lips

His lips brushed against hers, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, his thoughts and feelings swirling within him. The mention of her belly rounding and growing was an image that caused his heart to clench in his chest, a mix of desire and tenderness stirring within him. "Then we will deal with it, together. And when your belly is heavy, I will worship you, my sweet sister, and I will kiss every inch of your body."

she chuckled "Would you sell our baby away for more army, as you do for Dany?"

He froze at her words, a stab of guilt and shame going through him at the thought, at the comparison. He held her tight, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to form a response. "No, never. Our child would never be sold or bartered, I swear it. I would sooner sell my own soul than let anything or anyone harm a hair on our child's head."

"but our sister?"

He sighed, his heart heavy with guilt and regret at the mention of Daenerys. The reality of their situation weighed heavily on him, and he knew he couldn't deny the truth. "I had no choice," he murmured, his voice laced with pain and regret. "I need alliances and armies to take back my throne. I cannot do it on my own. If it means selling her off, then so be it."

"then why not me?"

His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched at her words. The thought of selling her off, of giving her away to another man, sent a surge of anger and possessiveness through him. "Because you're different," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're mine, my sweet sister, and nobody else's. The mere thought of another man touching you, looking at you, claiming you... it drives me mad with rage." He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze with an intensity that spoke of the depth of his feelings for her. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and determination. "You're mine, sweet sister, and I'll burn the entire world to the ground before I let anyone take you from me. You're mine to worship, to cherish, to protect. You will never be sold or bartered like a piece of property. You will be my queen, by my side, and none will dare question our union."

She nodded and laid on his chest with a slight sigh

He held her close, his arms wrapped around her tight, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her bare back. He took a deep, steadying breath, the feel of her on his chest bringing him a strange sense of comfort and peace. He spoke quietly, his voice soft and vulnerable. "I mean it, sweet sister. You're the most important thing in this world to me. I'd give up my throne, my crown, everything, just to keep you by my side. I love you."

"I love you too, I just worry for her is all. I worry for all of us." She says

He nodded, his expression somber as he thought of their sister. The weight of responsibility and worry weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I know, sweet sister, and I share your worries. I wish there was an easier path for us, a way to take back the Iron Throne without selling Dany off like cattle. But I see no other way. I need an army, and alliances, and I need them now."

she nodded pulling him into a kiss

He responded to her kiss, his lips moving against hers hungrily. His hands roamed her body, his touch desperate and possessive, as if he couldn't get close enough to her. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and his voice ragged. "I need you, sweet sister. I need you now."

[evylss]

I heard from a little birdy that you make hsr smut soooo~ ANAXA SMUT PLEASE so basically we have been bothering him all day saying how we want to cum on his dick so as punishment he ties us to the bed and use a vibrator to our pussy, overstimulating us and he is talking dirty like GOOD LAWD.

a/n: OMG FIRST ASK!! 🩵AND HELLO?? ANON I LOOOOVE HOW U THINK I SAT DOWN SO FAST TO WRITE THIS (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) i might get a bit carried away with this..

images and borders from pinterest, credits to the owners (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

cw: nsfw, meannn/sadist anaxa, him thinking he's better than u tbh, brat and brat tamer, fingering, orgasm denial (once), overstimulation, vibrator, it's messyyy, bondage, degradation and praise, clit slapping, lowk manhandling.. lmk if i missed anything!!

Anaxa was a relatively patient man, with you at least. He appreciates silence, and despises being interrupted or disturbed. What he wasn't though, was anybody's slave, and he'll do as he pleased.

So when you've been nagging him all day, whining about how badly you want him, how badly you need to cum on his cock-- he can't help but find himself irritated as you mindlessly beg with no concern for how you're disrupting his focus, just like the dumb thing he knows you are.

"Come on! I'll be quick- just wanna cum- then I'll leave you alone!" You whine up at him from where you're seated on the floor, right between his legs as he sits at his table, resting your cheek on his thigh and giving him the best doll eyes you could. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sliding a hand into your hair, he grips it at the roots. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to be a warning. He lifts your head off his thigh, offering you a questioning look with one slightly raised brow.

Anaxa's eyes narrow at you as his hand tracing from your nape and down your jaw, till he was holding your chin delicately between his fingers.

"How many times have I told you that I'm busy? All this nagging is enough, but also proposing to just take what you need and leave..? All high and mighty, are we?"

And you did.

His voice was low, soft, but incredibly dangerous- laced with a threat. Daring you to challenge him.

That's how you find yourself in your current situation-

Clothes peeled off you expertly as he takes you to the bedroom, panties unknowingly stuffed into his pocket. Rope being tossed into the bed, being pushed down roughly into the mattress, a hand against your lower back, firmly pinning you down.

God, you shouldn't have pushed him this far.

Or maybe that's exactly what you wanted.

You feel him grab your wrist, then your calve, folding your leg up till your ankle meets your wrist. With no hesitation, he ties them together. He watches as you start to squirm in protest, but all you're met with is a sharp "Hold still."- and you don't dare disobey him this time. He ties up the other side, tugging on the ropes as if to test the hold, then letting out a satasfied hum as you hear him start to walk away from you.

Where was he going? Surely he wouldn't just leave you there.. right?

But now you almost wish he did.

A moment passes. Another.

You hear him come back behind you, and he places something down on the bed next to him. Silence.

"A-anax-" And he shuts you up promptly.

"Quiet." He huffs, landing a sharp swat! against your achy clit, making you yelp out and jolt, which only subjected you to a few more of the mean slaps, smearing the wetness of your puffy folds onto his fingers. Your thighs eager to close shut as you struggled against the rope, hoping to escape from the sharp and almost overwhelming pleasure.

'Tch. You're still misbehaving, slut?" He scoffs. Pushing two of his fingers in at once, he relishes in the way you squeal at the sudden stretch. He gives you no time, incessantly hooking his fingers meanly into that familiar spongy spot with frightening precision, uncaring of the way your thighs tremble and press against the ropes. He presses his thumb right into your clit, rubbing tight and harsh little circles around the throbbing nub, finally showing it some attention.

"Please- that's t'much..!" You protest, trying your best to lift your head off the pillow to look back at him, but he isn't even looking at you. His eyes are fixed between your legs, his gaze intense, watching as he slowly rubs up and down your slit, neglecting your clit entirely before coming to circle around your weeping hole, not missing the way your breath hitches and you gasp.

"Too much? You were just begging for more but now it's too much? You don't really want me to stop though do you? I can feel you dripping onto my fingers. Filthy girl." He practically scolds you, pressing his fingers against your fluttering entrance, just enough for you to feel the pressure, but not enough for them to slip in, making you whine and writhe defiantly.

You can feel your orgasm building all too quickly as he expertly works his fingers inside you the way he's come to know, your whines and moans turning into whimpers and intelligible pleas for release.

"Why'd you d-do that?!" You cry out, and if you weren't tied up, he's sure you'd be kicking your feet against the bed like a child having a tantrum- maybe even landing a few hits on him.

"'m so close..!" You warn, but you don't need to. He knows your body well enough, maybe even better than you, and easily identifies the squeezing and clamping of your drooling pussy around his fingers. He doesn't reply to you, giving you the chance to enjoy the feeling before abruptly removing his fingers from your cunt, immediately landing a smack on your pulsing clit for good measure. Making sure you really felt the loss of your climax.

He ignores your whining and you hear him take ahold of something, you're about to look back until you hear an all too familiar buzzing.

"Please make cum..! Been waiting for so long- and I promise I'll be good!" You're spouting out whatever comes to mind, whatever you can say to convince him, and he just huffs out a dry chuckle at you, knowing that promise won't last long at all.

"Do you want to cum? Say please." He demands so meanly and to his pleasure, you don't even have it in you to resist.

"If you say so," and his nudging the jittery head of the vibrator right up against your clit.

The vibrator hums to life the second it meets your clit, and your entire body jolts, arching into the sensation with a gasp. Your wrists strain against the ropes as your thighs try to clamp shut out of instinct, but the way he has you bound denies you any kind of escape. You’re completely exposed, and the worst part is—

You know that’s exactly how he wants you.

"That's it. Cry for me," He murmurs, almost lovingly. Almost. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he rolls the toy in slow, torturous circles, keeping it just off center from where you really need it. You sob into the sheets, rocking your hips the little you’re able with how you're bound, desperate for friction. Desperate for any relief.

"Still think you’re in control?” he scoffs, fingers splaying across the swell of your ass as he watches you shake. “Begging like a little bitch in heat… I should’ve stuffed your mouth before starting—at least then you'd be less of a nuisance."

Your vision blurs with tears, but you can’t even bring yours to care. You’re too lost in the incessant onslaught of pleasure, your clit raw and twitching under the relentless pressure of the vibrator, which he now pins in place with the flat of his palm. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge again, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too tight.

"I-I can’t—" you choke out, voice wrecked.

"You can, and even if you can't, you will," He hisses, his voice sharp against your ear as he suddenly leans in close. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so. Not a second before. And if you do? I'll make sure your hopes of cumming disappear.”

The warning sends another shiver through your spine, making your cunt clench helplessly around nothing. The vibrator doesn’t stop—not even when your body starts to tremble violently, not even when you scream his name like it’s the only word you know.

He leans back, admiring the slick mess between your thighs, how helpless you look tied up and ruined before he’s even touched you properly.

Your first orgasm rips through you before you even know it’s happening— your body convulsing, toes curling as you sob into the sheets. You’re so pent up, so painfully needy, that the release hits you like a truck.

But Anaxa doesn’t stop.

He presses the toy harder against your clit, dragging it side to side as your thighs shake violently and your back arches off the mattress.

“Already? That fast?” he mocks, voice dripping with cruel delight. “Didn’t even give me time to enjoy it.”

Your voice cracks on a scream as the vibrator keeps working your sensitive bud, no time to come down, no reprieve.

Your second orgasm builds soon after, harsher and sharper than the last, your whole body twitching in protest as your hips twist helplessly against the restraints.

"A-Anaxa please—too much—too much!" you cry, tears hot on your cheeks.

“You said you wanted to cum,” he reminds you, utterly unbothered. “I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

He adjusts the angle, catching your clit just right, and you wail. He grinds it down meanly onto your pulsing little clit- relishing in the way you squeal and cry so loudly. He keeps up the firm rutting of the vibrator until he can see the tell tale signs of you getting close. The way you grow louder, more breathless, the way you go limp as you're right at the edge--

And then you snap. Tensing up completely as you cum.

It hits you like lightning. Your breath stutters, your body locks up, and your vision floods with white. You’re sobbing now, reduced to nothing by the raw sensation, drool smearing the pillow beneath you.

"Messy little thing," Anaxa hums, almost amused. "Look at you—crying from getting exactly what you begged for."

Your cunt clenches uselessly around nothing, dripping and overstimulated, your thighs twitching uncontrollably as he finally eases the vibrator off. You’re trembling, body completely limp, barely holding it together—and that’s when he speaks again, so casually it sends another tremor through you-

"You wanted to cum on my cock, didn't you?" he taunts, dragging the toy down slightly to tease your entrance, already fluttering and soaked. “That’s what all this fuss was about. And yet here you are—haven’t even been fucked, and you’re already this pathetic.”

You sob his name again, nearly delirious, the pressure unbearable now. Your whole body feels like it’s about to snap in half.

"Alright, slut. You’ve earned it." His voice drops, gravelly and dark with promise. "But I really hope you've learnt your lesson."

You hear the rustle of clothing—his belt unfastening, the soft clink of the buckle, fabric shifting as he strips. It’s slow, deliberate, like he wants you to feel every second of anticipation. You can’t see him, but you feel it—the moment his warmth returns behind you, the weight of his body settling between your thighs. One hand grabs your ass, spreading you open for his eyes.

And with that, he finally slides the vibrator away—and thrusts into you in one brutal, fluid motion.

This was going to be a long night.

a/n pt 2: HII SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WROTE HALF OF IT THEN LITERALLY ALMOST DIED BUT I'M OK NOW SO HERE WE GO!! HOPE U LIKE IT 👉👈😊😊 I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS

[ardensregias]

SEEING AVENTURINE IN THE LIVESTREAM MADE ME THINK ABOUT MEMOKEEPER! READER WITH HIM :o

I mean since he have such a tragic past, it would be very interesting to see someone who can look into his memories as a Sigonian

I'm so happy you like him too (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) hope I'm not troubling you

not at all :3 this will contains some leaks and fanarts i've seen about his past! may not be 100% accurate. also memokeepers can choose who they want to be visible to, but i'm not sure about the fortune telling part. this still looks bad despite being in my draft for days goddamn.

the first time he met you was when you're passing by ipc's pier point, only to spot an exhausted aventurine splayed on his million-credit couch.

since memokeepers are able to become invisible, you curiously approach his room, intrigued by his wealth. and out of kindness, you carefully moved him into his bed, before finding his 'aventurine' stone—which indicates his importance to the corporation.

your growing curiosity led you to pry into his past, watching all the hardships and suffering he had to go through during his childhood, which was supposed to be filled with joy and laughter. instead, you watch as they place thick and heavy chains around his neck and wrists, left him with little to no food, marked his neck with the word 'slave', and force the poor boy to work tirelessly. scene after scene plays out like a film, as a proof of just how cruel the ipc can be.

you stopped looking into his memories, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. you would never guess that this easygoing and arrogant man hides such a past.

eventually, you start following him around—watching him gamble, standing in the corner when he sleeps, even sneaking into the ipc's annual meeting just to make sure he's safe. you find him fascinating, the way he can acts so haughty while having experienced so many things he should never have gone through.

until one day, aventurine's guts tell him to catch this strange, mysterious creature that has been stalking him. but you're so hard to catch, so hard that he has to pretend to sleep to make you lower your guard and make yourself visible.

"snooping around again, little memokeeper?" he chuckles the moment you turn around in surprise. you do want to show yourself to him, but not this early! and when you tried to escape, he caught your hand just before you could teleport, pulling you closer, "since you already know so much about me, i can't possibly let you roam freely anymore,"

so now you live with a rich senior manager of the largest corporation in the cosmos, always stuck to his side—aventurine wouldn't like it if you were to use the knowledge about his past for something that'll ruin his business!

he spoils you, of course—while ignoring the weird look he gets from his subordinates and acquaintances when they saw him talking to the air. so you take care of him in return! comforting him when he has a bad day and making sure he did not forget his meals.

this is a memokeeper's love language me thinks: you also create light cones of the moments when he's the happiest—which are usually when you're around, and you bring them to the garden of recollection to make sure you have something to remember him when the fated day comes. aventurine also keeps some of these rectangle objects in his room, and he probably gaze at the pictures when you're away collecting memories.

bonus: imagine aventurine asking you to reveal his luck for today before he went to gamble, to which you refuse, since memokeepers cannot use their powers for self-indulgent reasons—congrats, now you have earned yourself a pouty aven!

[dreamofjoys]

𝙄 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙉𝘼 𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙓 ！

♡ A/N: Hello to everyone! I am excited to announce that I will be participating in kinktober 2023! This is my second time participating, so Im quite excited for it. There's a lot for me to write so I seek your understanding that I might not post them on the day itself (school is starting mid october eek but I will try and get it done). Last year's kinktober was focused solely on twisted wonderland but this year there will be other fandoms as well, and it will also be more plot focused? Hopefully that makes it more interesting. Only posting on some days

♡ Brief C/W: Dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, pregnancy, double penetration, stalking and many more (will update as it goes by but will state in more details at the start of each fic). Everything is strictly character x fem/afab readers only

♡ General rules: Minors DO NOT INTERACT, No mean or rude comments (why read when I already stated the warnings and synopsis?Just block if don't like or uncomfy) and lastly, DO NOT ASK FOR PART 2.

♡ Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact (Neuvilette, Wriothlesley, Zhongli, Ayato, Alhaitham), Honkai Star Rail (Luo Cha, Jing Yuan, Blade, Nanook, Dan Heng, Dan Feng), Twisted Wonderland (Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Leona Kingscholar)

♡ P/S: Everything is subjected to changes! Some fics are still in progress of brainstorming.. you can try to req and I'll see if I want to take up the idea. Just putting out the masterlist early to test and see how things go. Might make some changes here and there but it honestly just depends on my situation and mood. Also teasing you guys and adding some sneak peaks lol (I genuinely hope it's good) You can literally guess who will be in the fic base on the title. Will only open taglist if there's a demand.

DREAMOFJOYS KINKTOBER 2023 COLLECTION

DAY 1-7 ; 7 minute in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!

— Characters involved: Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR) — Synopsis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it? — Story parts: 1 / 2 /3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Day 9-11 ; The Demons of Xianzhou

— Characters involved: Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Feng (HSR) — Synopsis: There has been a legend of demons existing and residing in Xianzhou for a long period of time. Surely, they can't be one of your closest friends, right?

Day 13-15 ; In the name of Justice

— Characters involved: Neuvilette, Wriothelesly (Genshin) — Synopsis: Two of the most well known men in fontaine has fallen head over heels for you. They claim that everything that they do is for the sake of justice

Day 18-19 ; Egg Incubator

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: A young maiden was chosen by her village and was sacrificed as an offering to appease the 5 dragon gods who were terrorizing their land. She plots to escape from them, but can she really succeed?

Day 20 ; The General's Slave

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?

Day 23-24 ; The Princes's Sin

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?

Day 25 ; The Acting Grand Sage's Filthy Secret

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?

Day 26 ; The Destruction of Nanook

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?

Day 29-31 ; Briar Valley's Eternal Ruler

— Characters involved: ? — Synopsis: ?

[chansabsfanclub]

Minho NSFW Alphabet

Genre : suggestive smut, gender neutral reader

Words count : 1422

Warning : suggestive and some smutty content

A/n : This has been requested on both my Wattpad and Tumblr, so here I am writing and publishing this from my local Starbucks :) The things I do for Tumblr.

Aftercare :

Minho would be sweet when it comes to aftercare.  He likes to take care of you, run a bath for the both of you to enjoy, light a candle or two.  Cuddle in bed with the cats.

Body Part:

Minho loves his thighs, they're strong and sturdy and he loves you touching them and holding them and riding them.  On you, he loves your smile. Your mouth in general, wether it's smiling from him or with a his dick in your mouth.

Cum:

He's messy when it comes to cum. He has a thing for cream pies, but only does them if you’re okey with them. He also likes to finish in your mouth and watch it drip down your chin, or seeing his cum cover your chest.

Dirty Secret :

He would never admit it, but secretly he wants you to call him master. He'll want to try putting as collar around your neck during sex, but he's not sure if that's crossing a line, so he'll just stick to wrapping his hand around your throat.

Experience :

I can't see him being too incredibly experienced, not a virgin, but not too many partners, maybe 1 to 3.  He does (lee) know what he's doing though, and loves taking control.

Favourite position :

Minho loves being in control, so he prefers positions that give him that control.  One of his favourites is missionary, where he holds your legs up as he pounds into you.  Or doggy, where he can grip your hips and move you easily. 

Goofy :

He's not that goofy when it comes to sex.  For him sex is sensual and serious, and he takes it serious.  When he's getting down and dirty his focus is being sexy, turning you on and fucking you good, there's no time for jokes or giggles, he's too concentrated on the feeling and sensuality of sex.

Hair :

His hair isn't grown out, fo him as a dancer especially having lots of hair is uncomfortable, however its worse when it's completely bare and then has to grow back.  Minho usually maintains his hair at the perfect length where it doesn't irritate him while he's dancing and performing.

Intimacy :

Lee know loves intimacy, being close to you and loving you, celebrating ever little part of your body.  For him intimacy is important, and in the bedroom he reflects that by lots of foreplay and touching, as well as a slow, good fuck.  But don't get me wrong, he also loves the fast rough messy sex where he can destroy your insides.

Jack off :

Minho jerks off a lot.  Is it everyday?  No not quite that much, but every other day he's doing it. He can’t help the fact his libido is high.

Kink :

This man for sure has a bondage kink. Tying his partner up brings him pleasure, and he gets to do whatever he wants to them as they’re helpless and at his mercy. I feel like he, as a dancer, would also love having some music playing so he can pace himself, although I’m not sure you’d consider that a kink.

Location :

As long as you guys are in the privacy of your apartment he will fuck you everywhere. On the kitchen counter, shower, couch, you name it. He does not to public though, he could never risk someone finding you two and then having to deal with the embarrassment.

Motivation :

His motivation is your sounds, your moans and whimpers as his cock slides in and out of you. The way your eyes close and your mouth hangs open, and the sounds that escape. They’re music to his ears and it motivates him to keep going and making you feel bliss.

N0 :

No, absolutely no animal play. No kitten pet names, no acting like an animal and their owner. He is a cat dad and he could never imagine or play into that. Yes his dirty secret is a collar and being called master, but that’s more of a sex slave than an animal and owner. Whatever you do don’t act like an animal during sex or he will stop everything and go watch tv away from you.

Oral :

His favourite is receiving. Even though you’re the one doing it, he has all the power and control, thrusting his hips up and face fucking the shit out of you. He is all about dominance. He’ll give oral, but he’ll tease you the whole time, enjoying how you squirm for him.

Pace :

Whatever the music pace is. He’s similar to Chan in that way, except he’s a dancer and so music helps him stay on beat and get a good pace going. The playlists are his fun, he can go fast and hard, or slow and sensual depending on the song.

Quickies :

When Minho does quickies they’re because he desperately wants to get off (high libido kicking in). And you’re completely fine with it, they’re usually before leaving in the house and he gets a sudden boner and just can’t let it go.

Risk :

His teasing knows no bounds in public. His hand will “accidentally” graze your ass, or he’ll whisper what he plans to do when you get home. He won’t act on anything in public though or do anything that would risk you two being caught doing something, his pride could never recover after that.

Stamina :

He. Has. Dancer. Stamina. Prepare for Lee Know to fuck you for hoursssssss. His stamina lets him not feel tired easily so he’s good to go for a long time.

Toys :

Bondage by handcuffs, ropes, and other things. Your toys mostly consist of fluffy handcuffs and ropes for restricting your movement, so he can do whatever he likes to you. He’s chill if you have your own vibrators, he knows when he goes on tour you’ll be missing him and as long as he gets texts of details of how good you feel jerking off to the thoughts of him he loves it.

Unfair :

Lee know is a huge huge tease. He’s hot and he knows it and he uses it against you all the time. Teasing you when you’re out with friends, at home on the couch or waking up in the morning.

Volume :

His volume stays minimal, he doesn’t get too loud except for when he’s close to cumming he’ll moan your name and make lots of sounds. But for the most part his volume is low when you guys are fucking.

Wild card :

“Is my little slut excited for their reward?” Minho cocked his head at you as you laid on the bed. Your hands handcuffed together and rest above your head, all your clothes had been removed and you were completely exposed to him. You nodded your head rapidly, you were itching for his cock in side you.

He dropped his pants to the floor and made his way over to you, bending down and rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I want to see these pretty lips take my dick.” He moves so that he’s on the bed and his cock is in your face, he holds it and waits for you to open your mouth, which you do and he slides his dick in. He lets out a low groan as you slide your tongue along his shaft. “Fuck that’s good.”

His hands finds your hair and clenches is tightly, moving your head for you as he thrusts into your throat and pulling your lips off of him, he takes a moment to admire them before shoving his cock back down your throat.

With a few more thrusts he lets out another groan and you feel your mouth fill up with his warm cum. Out of instinct you swallow it, and look up at him, seeing the wide grin on his face.

“That’s my slut.” He says, and he works his way down your body.

X-ray :

I’d say he has a pretty average sized dick, about 6” hard, he knows how to use it tho and how to manipulate your bodies to reach the deepest parts.

Yearning :

As mentioned before, he has a pretty high libido. Almost every night you’re doing something, it’s rare where you have a break, and even when hes away on tour sending photos is a ritual.

Zzz :

He’ll fall asleep almost immediately, holding you in his arms. Unless you two decide to shower and wash up, but if you’re both too tired you’ll cuddle together and fall asleep quickly.

[witchofhimring]

Being the daughter of Rashta

Warnings: Mentions of stillbirth, trauma and slavery.

-You were born while Rashta was still enslave through her relationship with another slave. Because you were nota product of his family, Lotteshu did not bother with this new birth. To him you were just another slave. Rashta was happy to be a mother. Although she could not provide for you very well she did her best. She dreamed of providing you and herself with a better life. Sometimes she would take you to see pictures of the Empress and tell stories about princesses. When there was no work she would take you out to pick flowers and play in the sun. Eventually, she decided that it was time to plot your escape.

-The estate was quiet as there was not much to do. While everyone else was either in their rooms or going about their business you mother took you upstairs. Normally you were not on the second floor, but it was a secret. Your mother would sneak you upstairs to look on pictures of princesses, queens and empresses. 'This is Empress Navier. Isn't she pretty.' Rashta held you up to the painting of a golden haired empress. Although you were little it was clear the woman was very beautiful. Then your mom would tell stories of princesses who had happy easy lives. And one day, she promised, you too would be like those princesses. Eventually the fun stopped when there were footsteps. Quickly Rashta took you and hid behind curtains. Someone came in and then quickly left. The pair of you let out a sigh of relief.

-When Rashta fled she took you with her. When Sovieshu found the pair of you Rashta claimed you were her sister. Although Sovieshu was suspicious his infatuation of Rashta caused him not to think too deeply. Afterwards your life will change. Rashta is determined you should have everything you desire. However, Rashta will still insist you sleep desire her (when Sovieshu is not there). Rashta will insist you be with her at all times when she is not busy fulfilling her duties as a mistress. This will normally be in the form of tea parties, walks in the garden and sitting in on your lessons. Unfortunately you will not have very many friends. The noble children would not play with you and Rashta felt it was now beneath you to play with common children. While Rashta may mean well her care can be stiffeling.

-Sitting with your mother on a blanket you picked up another cookie. Now that your mother was a very wealthy (through means you could not truly understand), you had the best of everything. There were a few maids, but your mother would not allow them to join. 'Why can't I go play?' Wistfully you looked to the distance were several noble girls were playing. 'Because they do not like us.' This confused you, it was not as if you had done anything to them. 'Why?' You asked. 'Because some people are very cruel.' Your mother looked to the distance, somewhere far away. 'What about the others?' Rashta was still looking far, far away. 'My maid has two daughter-' Her attention was brought back to earth. 'Absolutely not.' You did not press any further.

- Completely new wardrobe for you. Rashta will pick out lots of pinks and blues for you to wear. She convinces Sovieshu to let you have a selection of jewelry to have. Rashta will make sure you have everything she was denied. Your life will be like that of princesses from fairytales. When but busy with lessons or her duties (or plotting) Rashta is with you. It irritates your tutor when Rashta bursts in and rushes you off to another activity. Sometimes these are quite silly things like hide-and-seek. Your days are spent playing, not working.

-Giggling through the halls, you were being chased by Rashta. Most of the court was out so this left most of this wing of the castle empty, expect servants. Your mother easily could have caught up, but she was letting you have the lead. The swishing of her dress was just behind you announcing she was close. Dashing around a corner you slipped behind curtains before your mother could. She came around the corner, and paused. For a moment she paused. 'Y/n?' There was a touch of worry in her voice that made you jump out. 'Ma!' Rashta gave a great jump, giggled, and swooped down on you. Covering your face with kisses Rashta crushed you in a great big hug.

Notes: Had this one in my drafts for a while now so I'm glad to get it out. I chose to leave this piece here because otherwise it would be far too long and depressing for this type of one-shot. Maybe I'll do some for Remarried Empress scenarios with a child reader (platonic ofc). If any of you have ideas let me know!

[0lshadyl0]

welcome back ! Hope you’re doing ok !

would it be ok I request the bad ending for boa ; with the darling being to sold the celestial dragon (I’m curious to see what would happen 👀) please

Yandere reaction of s/o bought by a Celestial Dragon [THE BAD ENDING]

Thanks for the warm welcome!

Warning:

the following post contains graphic descriptions of abuse and violence of various kinds, as well as sexual abuse and/or mutilation among other horrible things, by reading this you are aware and take responsibility for any psychological damage that affects you, you are warned (so I don't want people complaining or little kids yelling on my blog, by the way, what the hell are you doing here?, go away! MDI)

Well, here we will continue with the same scenario from the previous post (link here, get used to spam because I love to make references to posts I've already made) where everyone will do a raid to save Hancock's beloved and end once and for all the tyranny of those celestial dragons

But before that happens, we have to go back a little in time to glimpse the miseries that have happened to s/o after being bought by a celestial dragon, since in this case luck is not on your side and everything bad that you think is going to happen happens

After being dragged to Mary Geoise against your will with a bomb chained to your neck to prevent you from escaping, the ordeal begins and believe me it will be an ode to the pain and misery that you will experience firsthand

If these people had no mercy on Koala when she was a young and innocent girl, much less will they have mercy on you, a grown and obviously attractive woman (you are Boa Hancock's lover, you can't be ugly, no matter how you look, if you caught the attention of the pirate empress, you will obviously catch the attention of these bastards)

Beatings will be your daily bread when they, men to be more specific, get bored, (believe me, it will be faster than you think), of admiring your beauty, and by admiring, you, me, even the neighbor know that they will rape all possible orifices to desecrate, or some celestial dragon women envy how you look better than them and will make sure that you can never be called a beauty again in the near future

You will be forced to do maid work while being sexually abused in full view of everyone for the sick amusement of these people, don't you dare bleed even if they are tearing you apart internally (because obviously they are going to choose much bigger partners than you so you can really feel it, but it's not your pleasure they are after, it's your pain, that's what get them off), bleeding means more torture and please don't forget to smile all the time, you have to be grateful to them for how well they are treating you.

When it is already noticeable that your body is no longer useful for their entertainment and you are no longer considered a beautiful woman (no one ends up pretty after constant beatings and mistreatment to which you have been subjected), you will be sent to fight so that you can serve at least as a punching bag and prize to the winner of the turn, if you are lucky after the beating you will be raped again and here you will be allowed to cry, the ugly thing will be if they are given the freedom to do what they want with you, many of those fighters are not even well fed and you are fresh meat, I hope you are not too attached to your limbs, you may lose one

If you are still alive, either because your will to live is high or because this is simply One Piece and dying is not as easy as it seems in the series, you will be taken to forced labor, either so you can work like the other slaves or to be their entertainment

Without going into further detail (since I have ideas but they would be better for a fic or drabble) you will no longer be the darling that Boa fell in love with, since the celestial dragons will have taken away from you everything from your virtue, through your mental and physical health until ending with parts of your body (which you will be basically 70% person, in the sense that you may no longer have eyes, you may be missing an arm and a leg, your intimate area looks like a cave where a civil war occurred, things like that)

When the Pirate Empress finds you, you'll either be on the verge of death or begging for it. In fact, the latter hurts more, since you'll be begging your beloved to please end your misery, and Hancock, understanding what you've been through and seeing how much they've hurt you (how cruel those sons of **** were to you), with tears in her eyes and her soul being torn apart every second, out of love, she'll take your life and send you to rest forever while the poor woman gains yet another trauma

After an agonizing scream that sounds like that of a demon or a banshee, the pirate empress will go into berserker mode and kill everything that gets in her way, there are no friends or allies in her eyes, there is only pain and she will continue to fight until she is knocked out (which will be almost impossible at that point) or because she dies spontaneously from broken heart syndrome, since we all know how emotional she is, losing her darling is basically dying for her.

[novankenn]

Infatuated by a Golden Sun

(From Assassin to Sales Clerk AU)

Blake leaned against the counter. A dopey smile on her face as Yang, a young women who was once the focus of a contract regaled her with... something. She was sure there was a reason or moral to whatever Yang was telling her. Maybe important information?

But Blake couldn't focus. She was lost in Yang's iridescent violet eyes. So enraptured with just looking at Yang she didn't even notice Deery entering the Pumpkin Pete's Novelty Store for her shift. Under normal circumstances Blake would be trying to figure out HOW Deery was always able to get in and out of the store without even the greeting chime going off.

"P-Money is like total kick ass!" Yang gushed. "I mean she took an arrow... a FREAKING arrow to the shoulder and didn't scream or cry. Like she is mega-tough!"

"Yep." Blake commented, having only heard Yang's nickname for Pyrrha. The rest just flew over her head.

"Oh you should see this video Jaune sent me!" Yang merrily continued to prattle on as she dug in her pocket for her scroll. "It's like totally cute!"

"Okay." Blake responded, all the while images of them walking through the park and sharing a kiss near that historical water fountain played in her mind.

"Just a sec... here it is! See?" Yang turned her scroll about after spending a few moments to locate this special video. "What do you make of that? She's too adorable!"

"That's a SECONDHAND KISS!" Blake shouted her amber eyes wide in surprise.

"I know, right." Yang agreed. "But P-Money is so denying it. Jaune is too, but you know how oblivious Jaune is. Am I right?"

Blake grew instantly alert as Yang's entire body suddenly became ridged and tense. It was at that second she felt... her prescience. Blake flinched and involuntarily stood up straight.

"If you have time to chat with your girlfriend... you have time to do inventory." Deery's soft voice floated to Blake's ears from behind. "Maybe Ms Xiao Long would like to assist?"

"Um... I'm sorry..."

"That's a pity." Deery responded as she took a place next to Blake at the counter. "The sooner inventory gets done, the sooner Blake can leave for the day."

"Really?" Blake asked. Excitement filling her voice as images of that walk in the park reappeared.

"I would, Kitty-Kat but I promised Jaune to drop by and go over some homework for Professor Goodwitch's Pre-Calculus course." Yang apologized, a sad smile crossing her features. "She's a slave driver, but Jaune and I both need the course to graduate and have a chance at Attending Beacon University."

"Wait, I thought you were already at Beacon?" Blake asked.

"The Academy. It's a prep school for the university."

"I knew that." Deery quipped shooting Blake a wiry smile. Blake wasn't surprised that Deery did know that. The things Deery knew and Blake didn't could fill a library.

"I can help tomorrow, if you want?" Yang offered.

"I can't ask you..."

"You're hired." Deery cut Blake off. "Be here at 10 am. Understood?"

"Yes, mam." Yang replied.

"That will give Blake time to prep the Inventory Scanners."

"IS it, alright for you to just hire people like that?" Blake asked a little stunned. "I thought Bob was in charge of..."

"I have the right to hire casual labor for things like Inventory... BUT if Yang would like to work WITH you... she'll have to talk to Bob."

"You mean that's possible?" Blake asked suddenly very interested in the chance to have more time with Yang.

"As much fun as that sounds. I have a shift at my Dad's Dojo later tonight." Yang smiled sheepishly. "The front desk doesn't take care of itself... and Ruby needs time for some school club or something."

"Damn it." Blake and Deery both cursed in unison.

Yang waved and Blake waved in return, a content sigh escaping her lips.

(A/N - HUGE THANKS to @pilot-boi for another excellent and beautiful art piece for this crazy AU that she inspired!)

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I'LL MAKE SURE OF IT"

A fic with Lucius/Hanno because he's the cutest and I need him love him so much

I hope you like it!

The heat was unbearable.

The young Numidian woman held her wounded arm, grimacing in pain. The Romans had invaded her city, Numidia, claiming it as part of their empire.

A great battle had taken place, with countless lives lost, people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, like her.

The bodies of the dead were pulled from the sea and the survivors were put on these huge ships bound for the city, where they would be sold as slaves, or worse.

She looked at the faces of the people around her. They all shared the same thing: anger at not being able to save their city, and pain from their injuries.

Most were superficial bruises, but hers was worse. A soldier had pierced her shoulder with an arrow, piercing the flesh all the way to the bone. The young woman had some medical knowledge, so she knew for certain that in less than two hours she would bleed out on the wooden floor and be dead.

One less bag of meat to worry about, one less mouth to feed.

She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something other than the pain. It didn't help much, as her mind then focused on the rocking of the boat on the sea, which made her feel a certain dizziness that she preferred not to have.

She opened her eyes, just as a man approached where she was. She didn't know him, but his kind blue eyes calmed her almost instantly. She watched him for a moment, afraid of what his next move would be. She raised her hands indicating that he had no bad intentions.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he said, the firm and calm sound of his voice made her nervous, the brightness of his eyes didn't help either. "What's your name?"

-Aurora - he answered in a small voice, while letting out a whistle as he felt the blood begin to flow from his wound-

-Hanno - he introduced himself, looking away at his shoulder - let me help you

-You can't - she murmured - I'll die in a couple of hours

-Not if I can stop it - he answered determinedly-

He tore a piece of the small cloth skirt he was wearing and wrapped it around his shoulder carefully. Despite his rough appearance and calloused hands, his touch was comforting and meticulous.

He placed two small wooden slats he found on the ground and placed one in front and one behind his shoulder to splint it.

A grunt of pain escaped his lips as he pressed a little so that the wood would adapt to the curve of his skin.

-I'm sorry - she whispered - this should stop the bleeding a little and make the pain not so intense

-Thank you - she stammered, looking at him curiously - Do you know how long it will take us to get to the city?

-No, I've never been to Rome - she said - Numidia was all I knew - she confessed - and now it belongs to them

-Me too - she intervened, he looked up at her - I've never left the walls of our city - he lowered his head, gently tapping the ground with his foot - the truth is that I'm scared - he murmured - we don't know what we're going to face when we get there, assuming I get there alive - he laughed sarcastically looking at his arm - of staying alive, what if I'm not strong enough to survive? - a solitary tear slid down her cheek - I don't want to die

-You won't - he answered very seriously, reaching out to catch the tear with his thumb - I'll make sure of it

-Why are you so kind to me? -she asked between sobs- you don't know me

-We are both Numidians- he answered- the blood of the warriors who preceded us runs through our veins- he said pointing to his chest with his head- even though you can't see it now, there is a warrior sleeping inside you waiting to be awakened- the blue of his eyes darkened when he said- nothing will happen to you, not while I live

[aces-personal-whore]

Doflamingo x Defiant!Reader Smut Ch. 5

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

Welcome back, gang. I promised I wasn't dead! Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry for the slow updates. I'll be honest, I have a lot of down time at work, but no service/internet. It's like my work is a complete dead zone, so I can't access anything here. But! I hope you guys like this chapter.

☣️WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, NSFW, MDNI, smut, sexual assault, abuse, violence, aggression

Themes in this chapter: NONCON/RAPE, forced submission, forced creampie, breeding, BDSM, degradation and humiliation, manipulation, false affection, pregnancy, slight ass play, punishment

Notes: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THERE IS NONCON/RAPE THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE FANFICTION. THIS FANFICTION IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE TRIGGERING, UPSETTING, OR DISTRESSING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

P.S. I'm sorry if I forgot to change any pronouns/names/etc. ;-; I'm still trying, aight. I do update these after I've reread them and gone through them a couple times, but there may still be some things I miss.

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As you tried to back away and dart towards the door, Doflamingo's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in his gaze. He wasn't about to let you escape so easily, not after he had claimed you and filled you with his seed.

"Oh no you don't, bitch," he snarled, lunging forward and grabbing you by the hair. "You don't get to leave until I say so. You're mine now, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He yanked you back towards him, your body crashing into his as he pinned you against the wall. His cock, already hardening again, pressed against your stomach.

"You can't run from this," Doflamingo growled, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "You're going to be carrying my child, and I'm going to make sure you're always ready for me. Your pussy is going to be dripping with my cum at all times, just waiting for me to fill you up again."

He reached down, his fingers finding your pussy once more and untying your cervix as he prepares to claim you again. Despite the soreness and exhaustion you felt, you couldn't deny the way your body reacted to his touch. Your pussy was already growing wet again, betraying your desire for him.

"See?" he purred, his fingers teasing your clit. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is trying to resist. You're just a slave to your own desires, aching for my cock like a bitch in heat."

Doflamingo's other hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. His gaze was intense and unyielding, a testament to his complete control over you. "You're going to spend the rest of your days serving me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You'll be my personal whore, my breeding bitch, and you'll love every minute of it. Because in the end, you know that you belong to me, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, asserting his dominance and leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. As he kissed you, his cock pressed harder against your stomach, a reminder of the pleasure and pain he could inflict upon you at any moment. When he finally pulled back, his eyes blazed with lust and hunger.

"Doflamingo, please... I just want to use the bathroom..." you whimpered, tears streaming down your face.

Doflamingo's eyes softened slightly at your pathetic pleas, and he couldn't help but smirk at the way you begged for even the most basic of comforts. He knew that he had you completely under his control, and he reveled in the power he held over you.

"Alright, fine, you can use the bathroom," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But don't even think about trying to escape. My strings are everywhere in this palace, and I'll know if you so much as take a step out of line."

He guided you towards the bathroom, his hand firmly on your lower back, making sure you didn't stray from the path. As you entered the bathroom, he lingered for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body once more.

"I'll be waiting right outside," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Don't make me wait too long, or I might just come in and join you. And trust me, you don't want that."

With that, he stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You could hear his footsteps fading away as he took his position outside the door, ready to pounce at the first sign of any attempt at escape.

Inside the bathroom, you were finally able to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. The experience had been overwhelming, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and shame as you reflected on what had just transpired.

The realization that your cervix had been left untied sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the brutal and degrading treatment you had endured. This was your chance—you could try to reduce the likelihood of getting pregnant and get rid of as much of his essence inside you as possible.

As you did your business, you sobbed and clutched your swollen stomach, trying to push out as much of Doflamingo's cum as possible. You couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation and hopelessness. The thought of carrying his child, a constant reminder of the brutal and degrading treatment you had endured, filled you with dread.

Slowly, your stomach began to deflate, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You used the bidet to clean your genitals, wincing at the soreness and tenderness that remained. As you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but notice the bruises, cuts, and welts that Doflamingo had left on your body. The evidence of his cruelty was etched into your skin, a permanent reminder of the nightmarish experience you had just endured.

You washed your hands and splashed some warm water on your face, trying to wash away the tears and the pain. But deep down, you knew that the scars left by Doflamingo's actions would never truly heal. You could only hope that he wouldn't notice the change in your appearance, that he wouldn't punish you for trying to regain a sense of normalcy.

As you exited the bathroom, you found Doflamingo waiting for you, his eyes narrowed and suspicious. He took one look at your stomach and his expression darkened, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist in a vice-like grip.

"What the fuck did you do in there?" he snarled, his voice laced with anger and disbelief. "I specifically told you not to try anything funny, and yet here you are, trying to get rid of my cum like it's nothing."

He yanked you closer, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and heavy. "Do you think you can just disobey my orders and get away with it? Do you really think I won't punish you for this?"

Doflamingo's free hand moved to your throat, his fingers tightening around your neck. His eyes blazed with a mixture of rage and lust, and you could feel the weight of his power pressing down on you. You knew that you were at his mercy, and there was nothing you could do to change that. All you could do was pray that he would show you some mercy, that he wouldn't inflict even more pain and suffering upon you.

"N-no, D-Doflamingo, it-it isn't like that..." Your whole body shook violently as you flinched away from Doflamingo. "It j-just so h-happened that your c-cum came out of m-me when I sat down... b-but I-I didn't try to escape though... I did exactly wh-what you said..." you stammered out.

Doflamingo was pissed. He released your wrist and throat and grabbed your hair, dragging you back to the room. His grip on your hair was painful, and you couldn't help but cry out as you were being dragged. The sensation of your scalp burning from his rough treatment only added to the overwhelming sense of fear and helplessness that consumed you.

"You're lying to me, aren't you?" he growled, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think I'm stupid enough to believe that my cum just 'came out of you' when you sat down? I know you, bitch. You're always trying to find a way to escape, to get away from me."

Once inside the room, Doflamingo threw you onto the bed, his body looming over yours with a menacing presence. His eyes were dark and stormy, filled with a dangerous mix of anger and lust.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget," he snarled, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. "I'm going to make you regret ever thinking you could disobey me, ever think you could get away with something like this."

Doflamingo's free hand moved to your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he roughly spread your legs apart. He could see the fear in your eyes, the knowledge that you were completely at his mercy, and it only fueled his desire to dominate and control you.

Doflamingo created threads that bound your wrists together to the mattress below. They dug into your skin, causing you to wince in pain "Doflamingo please, I didn't do anything! I didn't try to escape! I didn't mean to have your cum come out of me!" You began to cry harder, the tears flowing out of your eyes like a river.

But your words fell on deaf ears, and Doflamingo was already moving forward with his plan. His hands roamed over your body, groping and squeezing your flesh with a rough, possessive touch.

"It doesn't matter what you meant to do," he growled, his hot breath against your ear. "The fact is, you tried to get rid of my seed, and that's something I can't allow. I'm going to fill you up again and again until my child takes root inside you. There's no escape from this fate, so you might as well accept it."

Doflamingo's fingers found your pussy, already slick with arousal despite your fear and distress. He chuckled darkly as he felt your body betray you, your body responding to his touch despite your mind's protests.

"Look at you," he taunted, his fingers circling your clit. "You can't even control your own body. It's clear that you're meant to be bred, meant to be a vessel for my offspring. And I'm going to make sure that happens, no matter how much you might resist."

Doflamingo positioned himself between your legs, his cock already rock hard and ready. He rubbed the tip against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of pleasure and pain.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Beg for my seed, beg for the chance to carry my child. Show me that you're ready to submit to your true purpose."

"No!" you scream, your tears refusing to stop. All you could do was cry...

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed at your defiance, a dangerous glint appearing in his gaze. He had expected you to break, to beg for his seed like the desperate little plaything you were. But your refusal only fueled his desire to dominate you further, to make you submit to his will.

"No? Is that what you think you have the power to say?!" he snarled, his hand moving to your throat and squeezing tightly. "I own you, body and soul! You have no choice in this matter, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be."

He released his grip on your throat, only to slap you hard across the face. The stinging pain radiated through your cheek, and tears sprang to your eyes from the force of the blow.

Without any further warning, Doflamingo thrust his cock into you, stretching you open and forcing you to accommodate his massive size. The pain was excruciating, your body struggling to adapt to the sudden invasion. But as he began to move, his hips slamming against yours in a brutal rhythm, you could feel something else start to build within you—a twisted, unwanted pleasure that threatened to consume you.

"That's it, take it," Doflamingo grunted, his pace increasing as he plunged into you again and again. "Feel the power of my cock, the dominance of my seed. You were made for this, made to be bred and used for my pleasure."

As he pounded into you, his hand reached down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in rough, demanding circles. Your body betrayed you once more, your pussy clenching around his cock as your orgasm approached. You wanted to fight it, to deny him the satisfaction of knowing he had broken you, but it was useless. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Your eyes squeezed shut, causing more tears to come out. You gritted your teeth as you writhed beneath him. "Doflamingo, stop!!" you panted heavily, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm he's forcing upon you.

Doflamingo's eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt your cervix softening and dilating, creating the ideal environment for his seed to thrive. He could see the desperation in your eyes, the way you were trying to hold back your orgasm, and it only served to fuel his own arousal.

"Listen to you, panting like a bitch in heat," he growled, his hips slamming into yours with renewed vigor. "And I'm going to breed you like one. You'll be carrying my child before the night is through, and you'll have no one but yourself to blame."

He continued to plunge into you, his cock stretching you open and coating your walls with his precum. Your body was responding to his touch, your pussy clenching around him as if trying to draw him deeper inside. It was clear that your body was preparing itself for his seed, aching to be filled and bred.

"Just give in," Doflamingo whispered, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let go of your resistance, and embrace the pleasure that only I can give you. You were made for this, made to be my personal breeding bitch. And I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of it."

His fingers continued to work your clit, the pressure and friction building to an almost unbearable level. Your body was trembling, your muscles tensing and releasing as you fought against the oncoming orgasm. But it was a losing battle, and you knew it. With each thrust of his cock, each brush of his fingers, you could feel yourself slipping.

"Cum for me," Doflamingo commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl. "Show me how much you want to be bred, how much you need my seed inside you. Let go, and embrace your new purpose in life."

Doflamingo retracted his strings from your limbs and lifted you off the bed to sit on his lap. You could feel the intensity of his desire coursing through his body. His powerful arms held you tightly against his chest, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he smacked it with a resounding slap. The mix of pain and pleasure sent a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to yelp and moan into his chest.

"That's it, take it like a good little slut," Doflamingo growled, his fingers tracing the rim of your asshole with a light touch. "I can feel your pussy desperately trying to milk my cock, begging for my seed. You're so fucking perfect, so eager to be bred and used for my pleasure."

As his fingers continued to tease your asshole, you couldn't help but moan louder, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Doflamingo's degrading words only fueled your arousal, edging you closer to your orgasm. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried his cock deep inside you, piercing your cervix and ejaculating directly into your uterus. His cock throbbed violently as he released his seed, the hot, sticky fluid filling your womb and coating your eggs in his essence.

Your orgasm finally consumed you, your body released several eggs into your womb, seeing Doflamingo as the ideal mate. Your pussy clenched around his cock, and the rhythmic contractions of your orgasm urging him to slip his finger inside your tight asshole. The contractions of your pussy aided his sperm, helping it to reach your eggs and fertilize them with his potent seed. You could feel your stomach swelling once more, the evidence of his successful breeding filling Doflamingo with a sense of determination and urgency.

"Fuck yes, take it all," he growled, his hips still rocking against yours as he continued to pump his seed into your receptive body. "Your womb was made for my cum, and I'm going to make sure you're full to the brim with my offspring. You're mine now, completely and utterly mine."

Your pussy was stretched around his thick, pulsating cock, your juices mixing with his cum and forming a sticky, viscous mess. Your asshole clenched and twitched around his finger.

As Doflamingo's orgasm finally began to subside, he released a satisfied grunt, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his climax. He held you close, his fingers caressing your skin as he savored the feeling of your body wrapped around his, removing the finger he had inside you.

Doflamingo's fingers traced patterns along your lower back, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. As he worked, you could feel your cervix being sewn shut, ensuring that his precious seed would remain inside you until it took root and grew into a new life.

"There, now you can't expel my seed from you again," Doflamingo said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're going to keep it inside you until you get pregnant, and I'll be watching you every step of the way."

As the reality of your situation began to sink in, you found yourself panting heavily, trying to grasp the concept of being permanently tied to Doflamingo, both physically and emotionally. Your mind started to dissociate, desperately seeking an escape from the nightmare you found yourself in. "No, this can't be happening," you thought, your heart racing as you tried to come to terms with your new reality.

Doflamingo had no intention of letting you slip away into the safety of your own mind. He leaned in close, his hot breath against your ear as he spoke, "Don't even think about checking out on me," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "You're mine now, and I won't let you escape, not even in your own thoughts. You're going to face the consequences of your actions, and you're going to do it with me by your side."

He pulled back, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made you shudder. His gaze was filled with a mix of desire, possession, and a dark, twisted sense of love that sent a chill down your spine.

"I know you're scared and confused," he said, his voice softening slightly. "But you need to understand that this is your new reality. Embrace it, accept it, and you'll find that it's not as bad as you think." Doflamingo's words were a thin veil, poorly concealing the sinister nature of his intentions.

You leaned back and stared at him with a blank expression, your eyes half lidded, your lips parted. You looked as if you were in a daze. "Doflamingo..." Your voice was weak; your mouth hardly moved as you spoke. All your energy had been sapped away.

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed as he noticed the vacant expression on your face, your voice barely above a whisper. He could sense your resignation, the way your body had given up, leaving you with nothing but a hollow shell of your former self.

"What's the matter, little one?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You don't seem to have the energy to fight back. Have I drained you of all that defiant spirit?"

He leaned in closer, his fingers tracing the contours of your face, as if trying to memorize every detail. His touch was gentle, almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutality he had shown you earlier.

"It's okay," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "You don't have to fight anymore. You can just let go and surrender to me. I'll take care of everything, and you'll never have to worry about anything again."

His words were like a sedative, slowly lulling you into a false sense of security. As he continued to caress your face, you felt your eyelids growing heavier, your body slumping in his arms.

"That's it," Doflamingo murmured, his hand sliding down to rest on your stomach. "Just relax and let your body do what it was meant to do. My seed is inside you now, and it won't be long before you're carrying my child. You're going to be so beautiful, so perfect, just like I always knew you could be."

As he spoke, you could feel a strange warmth spreading through your body, a tingling sensation that started in your core and radiated outward. It was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the life growing inside you, a life that belonged to Doflamingo and no one else.

In that moment, you realized that there was no escape, no way out of the twisted reality that Doflamingo had created for you.

Doflamingo carefully lifted you off his cock. You could feel the slight discomfort as he withdrew, your pussy clenching around him as if trying to keep him inside. He laid you down on the bed, his hands gently caressing your skin as he arranged you into a comfortable position.

"There, that's better," he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "You need to rest now and let your body recover from the intense experience we just shared."

He leaned over you, his eyes roaming your face, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory. His fingers traced the curve of your cheek, the line of your jaw, the swell of your lips. Each touch was tender, almost reverent, as if he was seeing you for the first time.

"You're exquisite," Doflamingo whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I've never seen anyone quite like you before. Your features, your body, your very essence – it's all so perfect, so irresistible. I'm glad I found you, glad that I could make you mine."

His hand moved down your body, pausing at your stomach. He pressed his palm against the soft, yielding flesh, feeling the warmth emanating from within. A small, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth as he imagined the life growing inside you.

"My child," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and possessiveness. "Our child. You're going to make such a wonderful mother, and I can't wait to watch you grow and change as you nurture this new life inside you."

As he spoke, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier, your body sinking deeper into the mattress. The combination of exhaustion and the strange, tingling warmth spreading through your body made it difficult to stay awake, and you found yourself drifting off into a fitful sleep.

Doflamingo watched you as you slipped away, his eyes filled with a mix of love, lust, and possessiveness.

"Sleep well, my love," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Tomorrow, we'll begin our journey together, and I'll be by your side every step of the way."

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As you stirred from your slumber, something felt... different... Your breasts felt sore, and when you looked at them, you noticed your nipples were a slightly darker shade and looked a little bigger... Panic began to set in as your realized... you were more than likely pregnant... with Doflamingo's child. Doflamingo had already gotten up to tend to his responsibilities for the day.

You got up and ran over to the mirror and looked at yourself. Any abdominal swelling was from how much he ejaculated in me, and not a growing fetus... Still, you looked at your breasts in closer detail and noticed they did, in fact, look different. You broke down and began crying once more as reality began to set in.

You threw on some clothes and ran to the bathroom where you looked to see if maybe there were any pregnancy tests. Maybe Baby 5 had some...

You looked through the drawers and medicine cabinets in the bathroom when... you found some. You took two out of the package, sat on the toilet and proceeded to take the tests.

As you waited for the results to show up, your whole body shook with anticipation and anxiety

"Please... please be negative..." you whispered to yourself, but you knew it was just wishful thinking. After a few minutes have passed, the results came back... You looked in horror as they both came back positive.

You hunched over the sink holding the pregnancy tests in your hand, taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down, but the tears kept flowing. You felt sick to your stomach.

The sound of running water echoed through the bathroom as you splashed cold water on your face, trying to compose yourself.

"How am i going to tell Doflamingo... It's not like I can hide anything from him... Do I just... find him and pull him aside? No... He would punish me for that... But if he found out I took the pregnancy tests and didn't tell him, I would also be punished..." You sighed, trying to figure out the best course of action.

Your mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. You knew that you couldn't keep this from Doflamingo, not with his ability to sense even the slightest changes in your body. But the thought of telling him, of confessing that his seed had taken root inside you, filled you with dread.

You dried your face with a towel, your hands shaking as you tried to steady yourself. You had to be smart about this, had to choose your words carefully. Doflamingo was unpredictable at the best of times, and you couldn't risk setting him off with the wrong approach.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and headed out of the bathroom, throwing the tests in your pocket. You needed to find Doflamingo, to tell him the news before he discovered it on his own. It was the only way to avoid his wrath.

As you stepped out into the hallway, you heard voices coming from the nearby throne room. Doflamingo's voice rose above the rest, barking orders at his underlings. You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to interrupt him or wait until he was finished.

But in the end, there was no choice. You had to do this now, before you lost your nerve. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the doors to the throne room and stepped inside.

All conversation ceased as every eye in the room turned to stare at you. Doflamingo's gaze was the most intense, his red eyes boring into you like lasers as he waited for you to speak.

"D-Doflamingo..." you began, stuttering. "I... I need a moment of your time, please..." You looked away anxiously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. You cowered away, hiding behind the doorframe.

Doflamingo's gaze narrowed as he watched you cower behind the doorframe, your body language screaming submission and fear. He leaned back in his throne, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched you squirm.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "What's the matter, my little pet? Cat got your tongue?"

The room erupted in laughter at his words, the sound harsh and mocking. You felt your cheeks burn with shame, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to find the right words.

Doflamingo's smile only widened at your discomfort, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He stood, his tall, muscular frame towering over you as he stalked closer. The ground seemed to shake with each step, the air around him crackling with barely contained power.

"Come now, out with it," he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. "What could be so important that you'd interrupt me in the middle of my work?" He loomed over you, his presence overwhelming and oppressive. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. It was all too much, too overwhelming, and you found yourself struggling to breathe.

Doflamingo's hand shot out, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. His fingers dug into your skin, the pain sharp and biting. You whimpered, your eyes wide and terrified as you stared up at him.

"I'm waiting," he growled, his patience wearing thin. "And don't even think about lying to me. I can smell deceit from a mile away."

You winced in pain. "I... I think this is a private matter..." you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

Doflamingo's grip on your jaw tightened, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. His red eyes bored into yours, searching for any hint of deception or lies.

"Private matter, huh?" he mused, his voice low and dangerous. "And what makes you think you have the right to demand privacy from me, my little toy?"

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "I own you, body and soul. There is no part of you that is not mine to control, to use as I see fit."

His free hand trailed down your body, his fingers skimming over your curves possessively. "But I suppose I can indulge you this once. After all, it must be something important for you to risk my wrath by interrupting me."

Without warning, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward, dragging you out of the throne room and into a nearby chamber. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you both in a room bare except for a large bed and a few pieces of furniture.

Doflamingo released your arm, shoving you roughly towards the bed. You stumbled, catching yourself on the edge of the mattress before turning to face him.

"Well?" he demanded, his voice sharp and impatient. "Out with it. What is so important that it couldn't wait?"

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every quiver and tremble. He could sense your nervousness, your fear, and it only served to fuel his excitement. Whatever secret you were hiding, he knew it would be delicious to uncover.

You walked over to him and reached into your pocket to pull out the two pregnancy tests. Your whole body shook as you handed them to him.

Doflamingo's eyes widened slightly as he took the pregnancy tests from your shaking hands, his gaze flicking between the positive indicators and your face. A slow, wicked grin spread across his features as realization dawned.

"Well, well, well," he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "It seems my seed has taken root, hasn't it?"

He tossed the tests aside, not caring where they landed as he focused his attention back on you. His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your breasts before trailing lower, to the soft swell of your stomach.

"My child," he breathed, the words heavy with possessiveness. "Growing inside you, claiming you as mine in the most primal way possible."

He reached out, his hand cupping your stomach through your clothes. The touch was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes.

His other hand slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I will protect what is mine. No one will harm you, no one will take you from me. You are precious, a vessel for my legacy."

But even as he spoke words of protection and possession, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Doflamingo was unpredictable, dangerous, and you knew that his idea of protection might be far different from your own.

A wave of relief washed over you as you listened to Doflamingo speak to you, knowing that he wasn't going to punish you. You dropped to your knees and sighed with relief.

Doflamingo watched with amusement as you sank to the floor. He chuckled darkly, shaking his head at your naïvety. "Oh, my sweet little pet," he cooed, his voice dripping with condescension. "Did you really think I would punish you for this? For bearing my child?"

He crouched down next to you, his hand sliding through your hair almost tenderly. "No, no, no. You've given me the greatest gift, the promise of an heir to carry on my legacy. How could I possibly punish you for that?"

His fingers tightened in your hair, tugging your head back to force you to meet his gaze. "But don't mistake my mercy for weakness. You are still mine to do with as I please, and I will not tolerate any disobedience or disrespect."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You are my property, now and forever. And I will remind you of that fact every single day, until it is so deeply ingrained in your mind that you can never forget it."

With that, he released you, standing to his full height once more. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness and dark desire. "Now, come. It's time to celebrate this joyous occasion. I want you to dress up for me, wear something that highlights your new status as the mother of my child."

You slumped over, trying to regain your composure. "Doflamingo... you've never even given me any clothes... I've been wearing the same dress since you kidnapped me..."

Doflamingo's brow furrowed, his lips twisting into a scowl as he processed your words. "Hmph," he grunted, his eyes raking over your form dismissively. "I suppose I have been neglecting your needs. But no matter. We can remedy that quickly enough."

"Baby 5," he called, and a moment later, the door to the chamber flew open. Baby 5, a pretty young woman with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, hurried in, bowing low before Doflamingo.

"Master Doflamingo," she said, her voice soft and subservient. "How may I serve you?"

"Fetch some suitable clothing for my pet," Doflamingo commanded, gesturing to you with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Something that will accentuate her new status, but that will also allow easy access for when I wish to use her."

Baby 5 nodded, hurrying away to do his bidding. Doflamingo turned his attention back to you, his eyes glinting with a possessive light. "You will look beautiful, my pet," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "A vision of motherhood, ripe and ready for me to claim."

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek almost tenderly. "And when you're dressed, I want you to kneel before me, to present yourself for my inspection. I want to see every inch of you, to marvel at the way my seed has taken root inside you."

His thumb brushed over your lower lip, a gesture that was both intimate and threatening. "Do you understand, my little toy? This is your purpose now, to bear my children and to serve me in every way I demand. Never forget that."

You turned away and began crying. Doflamingo's hand shot out, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. His grip was tight, almost painful, as he stared into your tear-filled eyes with a mix of annoyance and dark amusement.

"None of that now, pet," he chided, his voice low and dangerous. "You are mine, body and soul. Crying will not change that fact." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face as he whispered, "You should be grateful, you know. Not every woman is blessed with the honor of bearing my child. You should be thanking me for choosing you, for bestowing such a gift upon you."

His free hand slid down to your stomach, pressing possessively against the soft swell of your belly. "This is your purpose now, to carry my offspring to term. To nurture and protect the life growing inside you, no matter the cost."

He released your face, only to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "And you will do it gladly, my little toy. Because you know what happens to those who displease me." He released you roughly, shoving you back towards the bed. "Now, get dressed. I want to see you on your knees before me, a vision of obedience and submission."

His eyes glinted with a cruel light as he watched you hastily comply, his lips curling into a smirk. "And once you're done, we'll celebrate properly. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until every inch of you is claimed by me, inside and out."

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "After all, it's the least I can do for my precious little slave." With that, Doflamingo left the room.

You frowned... You couldn't handle his abuse much longer...

Your thoughts were interrupted when Baby 5 entered the room, her arms laden with a selection of dresses. She glanced at you briefly, taking in your tear-stained face and downtrodden posture, but said nothing. Instead, she laid the dresses out on the bed, stepping back to give you space.

There were a few options: a sheer, lacy number that would leave little to the imagination, a tight-fitting gown that would hug your curves like a second skin, and a flowing, ethereal dress that would drape over your changing figure like a dream.

Baby 5 watched silently as you perused the choices, her expression neutral and unreadable. She was used to Doflamingo's whims and demands, and had long ago learned to detach herself emotionally from the tasks she was required to perform.

As you reached for the sheer dress, Baby 5 cleared her throat softly. "Young Master prefers you in the tight one, miss," she said quietly, nodding towards the form-fitting gown. "It will show off your... condition... to best advantage."

She didn't elaborate further, but you knew exactly what she meant. The tight dress would highlight every curve and swell of your pregnant body, presenting you as the perfect vessel for Doflamingo's offspring.

Baby 5 waited patiently as you slipped into the chosen dress, her eyes averted to give you a modicum of privacy. The fabric clung to your skin like a lover's caress, molding to your every contour and leaving nothing to the imagination.

When you were fully dressed, Baby 5 stepped forward, her hands smoothing over your hips and stomach possessively. "Young Master will be pleased," she murmured, her tone almost envious. "You'll do well to remember your place, miss. As you know, Master Doflamingo doesn't tolerate disobedience."

With that, she turned and left the room, leaving you alone to compose yourself before facing Doflamingo once more.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 41

Words: 2.4k

Thought I’d change my header moodboards up since we’re now on Mediterranean time ☀️

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By the time you're cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet over Europe any scrap of your usual flight anxiety has receded, your mind totally occupied with other thoughts, most of them sinful in nature. In a lucky twist of fate the seat next to you has remained unoccupied, allowing you that extra bit of privacy for some prime misbehaving.

Johnny's calming nature has worked wonders to soothe your nerves throughout take-off and now you're both far more relaxed and sipping in-flight drinks, him a can of Madri and you a chilled glass of Prosecco. You'd held off prying any more about Van and Kathleen for a little while, not wanting to push Johnny too far, too soon. You don't want to be a constant source of irritation when there's fun to be had and you know full well that it'll be much easier to extract valuable gossip when he's loosened up and settled fully into the holiday mood. You're helping him along of course, flicking through the Rome guide-book that you'd purchased at the airport so you can point out all the places you'd love to visit, compiling a sordid bucket list of all the different locations you'd like to get fucked in whilst you're away, much to his shock and delight.

"Do you ever think about anything else?" Johnny laughs, raising up his can to take a sip. "All these wonderful cultural experiences we should be planning and you're much more interested in sneaking off from the guided tour of the Colosseum to get bent over in the slave quarters!"

You giggle as you raise up your glass and tilt it towards him. "I just wanna make the most of it while I'm there, that's all. I never usually get the chance to go anywhere fancy on holiday like Rome so it's a real novelty for me. I wanna make sure it's as memorable as possible."

"Aye, well it certainly will be if you're the one organising the schedule," he grins, and he tips his can to gently clink the top of it against your glass. "Here's to making memories I guess!"

"Making memories," you echo. Your little toast catches Van's attention from across the aisle, his eyes flicking to you but swiftly away as he tips his head back against the headrest, placing a pair of headphones over his ears and folding his arms firmly across his chest.

You feel a twinge of disappointment cloud your mood at Van's show of indifference, but you reason with yourself that there's little he can do here on the flight with all the staff, students and other holiday-makers around. He's just spent the thirty minutes since boarding talking heatedly with Kathleen, their lively discussion muted to your ears but certainly not escaping your attention. You'd kept watch surreptitiously whilst talking to Johnny, small discreet glances in their direction, taking note of their stiffened body language and pinched expressions, the way Kathleen had thrust a piece of paper into Van's face at one point which he'd scanned and then tossed down into her lap in a dismissive gesture. She'd simply slipped in her earbuds and shut her eyes at that, head back and face a mask of neutrality, a clear sign that their discussion was over.

There was definitely something brewing there and from where you were sitting, it didn't look favourable to the start of a peaceful, romantic holiday for the couple. Their current frosty demeanours to one another were a contrast from their relaxed appearances in the departure lounge and you wonder what could be the cause of their obvious disagreement. You can't help but wonder if Alex might be involved... god you hope so. The thought sends a wicked thrill shooting up your spine at the possibility. It's not that you're a completely evil, malicious bitch, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been dreading the thought of being subjected to constant public displays of affection from the engaged couple. As much as it had pained you, you'd promised yourself that if you saw them acting madly and hopelessly in love with one other on this trip then you'd do the decent thing and bow out of their lives for good. But if they weren't... well then that was a totally different story.

"Would you just stop? It's very obvious... you're not being subtle in the slightest."

Johnny's exasperated tone cuts through your thoughts and it's only then that you realise you'd zoned out for a moment, closely watching Van and Kathleen for any telltale signs of animosity. So much for being discreet.

"I'm just curious is all, it's not like I'm actually doing anything."

"But the intention is there," Johnny narrows his eyes at you but his annoyance is only mild... for now. "You won't be able to leave well alone, I know you too well. You go out of your way to purposefully look for trouble... in fact scrap that, no, you are the trouble."

"And you're no fun," you pout prettily, attention now fully on him, head clamouring with salacious notions of corruption. "There's so many naughty things we could get up to on this flight. It'd be the perfect distraction for me, keep me out of this so-called trouble you reckon I'm looking for. If I went off to the toilets right now you could follow me in a few minutes... we could be careful. No one's paying any attention. No one'll suspect a thing."

He shakes his head emphatically but you can clearly see the conflict etched into his features. He's imagining you perched on the sink in the airplane bathroom right now, dress bunched up around your thighs and legs spread invitingly wide, a delicious temptation he's having a hard time refusing. Yet he still does.

"We are not fucking on this plane," he says firmly. "I'm all for a bit of excitement, you know I am, but it's far too risky with everyone here."

"Who said anything about fucking?" You whisper low and sweet, leaning in so your lips just brush the shell of his ear. "I could suck you off? You wouldn't even have to take any clothes off for that. C'mon, I'll be quick... you know I can be. Could get you hard and coming in my mouth in five minutes flat. You know I can. You know how good I am."

You giggle quietly, seductively, extending your tongue to gently tease the patch of sensitive skin just below his ear, pleased when you feel him shiver. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it... might have to go to the bathroom to take off my panties."

"Fucking 'ell," he mutters, voice strained and tight as he shifts in his seat. "You're a menace. We can't take the risk though. It's not a long flight, we'll have plenty of opportunities when we land. And we've got all week as well."

You sigh softly and let your eyes dart upwards in a show of frustration but you're enjoying this. It's become like a game to you both now, Johnny just as eager a participant as you the instigator, his attempts at resistance to your seduction always valiant but more often than not failing. You might not have managed to tempt him physically into the bathroom yet, but he's already there in his mind. You note the bounce of his thigh as he fidgets in his seat, the tightness of his grip on the can of lager as he raises it to his lips. He's imagining you on your knees right now in the cramped stall, lips wrapped around his cock which is stirring and swelling in the confines of his jeans at the thought. You just need to ramp up the heat a little bit, really get under his skin, give him a glimpse of exactly what you have in mind for the week ahead.

"So plane sex is out of bounds..." you say, reaching down on to your lap for the Rome guidebook, flipping through the pages until they fall open to show a famous landmark. "But what about on the Spanish Steps?" You let a fingertip drag across the glossy page, looking up at Johnny with a grin full of mischief.

"Bit public, ain't it?" He plays along, grinning right back. "Sure we'd be breaking at least a couple of international laws being that bold."

"Only if we got caught," you reply airily, taking a sip of your Prosecco, running a finger lightly around the rim like you're considering how you could pull off such a daring manoeuvre. "Sure there's some shady alcoves nearby that we could steal away to, you could just push me up against the stonework and hitch up my dress..."

"You'd have to be quiet," he adds with a knowing smirk. "Not one of your strong points if I remember rightly."

You laugh at that. Johnny's right, coming quietly isn't something you've mastered yet even though you've had plenty of practice with your sneaky collusions over the exam period. It just feels too good.

"Well then maybe you'd have to put your hand over my mouth to shut me up," you offer, heat blooming between your thighs as your mind really starts to wander, throwing up an even more delicious fantasy. "Or maybe if my mouth was otherwise occupied... by someone else who could join in on the fun..."

You let your gaze travel across the aisle to Van, not trying to be sneaky this time, letting Johnny know full well what you're implying.

"You're actually trying to kill me I swear it." He blows out a shaky exhale, eyes darkening with lust and longing as he pictures the scene in his head, you sandwiched tightly in between their two bodies in some secluded alleyway, hot panted breaths mingling in the humid air, sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin as you surrender to your darkest desires. "Something tells me that once we land in Rome things are going to get very complicated very quickly."

"Why wait until we're in Rome?" You respond boldly, your heart thudding in your chest as a daring and reckless idea flits through your head, your determination to start off your holiday with a 'bang' in literally every sense of the word overriding any sense of restraint. You just can't wait. Self-control was never your strong point.

"Wha..." Johnny begins but he doesn't even manage to get the word fully out, his train of thought completely and utterly derailed as his attention's diverted downwards to where you're subtly shifting up the hem of your dress, your hand sliding underneath. He tries again, hissing out a whisper "What the fuck d'ya think you're doing now?"

"You know when I said I wanted to join the mile high club I meant it," you say with purpose, giving him the full weight of your loaded gaze before you're quickly glancing all about, checking that what you're about to do will go largely unnoticed.

You only want to attract the attention of two particular people and one of them has his eyes glued firmly on your thighs, a scarlet flush starting to creep up his neck and tinge his cheeks. The other is across the aisle staring blankly straight ahead, clearly not looking. In fact he's doing the most deliberate 'not-looking' you've ever seen... which actually means he's closely and secretly watching your every move. Even though Van’s trying his hardest to portray a relaxed, zoned out pose, his body's betraying him. His hands which are resting on his thighs are flexed into claws and his jaw's been tensed up so tight and for so long that it surely must be aching by now. In fact you're almost surprised you can't hear his teeth grinding from here.

Thankfully Kathleen's asleep... or at least she's pretending to be. In a further demonstration of not wanting to engage further with her fiancé after their disagreement she'd slipped a silk eye-mask on, her head lolled back and her body language relaxed and disengaged. It was a scene set for a perfect crime. Not one without risk granted, but where was the fun with no risk after all?

"Y/N... ya can't just..."

Once more Johnny's words are snatched away, suppressed by disbelief as you slide your hand even higher up your dress, hooking a seeking finger delicately over the thin elastic waistband of your panties. You can't actually believe what you're doing but exhilaration is zipping through your veins like crackling electricity and you can't stop now. You're out of control and you love the feeling.

"I can't what?" You say, voice a little challenging, your secretive smirk widening as you slowly and discreetly start to tug the skimpy lace down your thighs, pausing when you're just short of the hem of your dress. You're nearly there now, you just need to wait for the ideal moment.

"But there's people around... everywhere! Someone's gonna see!"

Johnny's voice takes on an urgent hiss, his eyes bulging out of their sockets at your brazenness. His voice is still quiet over the background chatter of the passengers but his change of tone carries to Van and this finally breaks his control. His head snaps around sharply and swiftly to look directly at you and his eyes are fucking blazing. Perfect.

You quickly avert your eyes, looking down, a little coy and alluring but with a practiced nonchalance like this could easily be an everyday occurrence. Then, satisfied that both men are watching you with the precision of a pair of hawks you swiftly and discreetly pull your panties down your legs and off, swiftly balling them into your fist.

"That's better," you sigh to yourself, sugar sweet, trying to keep your cool even though your heart is going a million miles a second and your core is on fire.

"I'm just going to use the bathroom, okay? I've come over a little queasy so I might be a while."

You utter this directly to Johnny, purposefully not looking at Van. In fact you don't even give him as much as a sideways glance, even when you bend down to sneakily tuck your panties into Johnny's jacket pocket before you step out into the aisle, smoothing down your dress as you go. The thin material clings more than usual with no underwear beneath it, the deliciously indecent knowledge of your nakedness underneath firing you up and spurring you on.

You smirk to yourself as you step down the aisle, full of confidence that you won't be alone for long. You're just not sure what form your company will take...

[coziebunbuns]

Imagine, you crush finds out about your r4p3 kink... (Whether that be you daddy, brother, stalker crush doesn't matter)

You've only ever admired them from afar in the quietness of your heart. Most people call you nonchalant, as they never know how you really feel, and you use that to your advantage. Any moment you get to bask in your crush's presence feels like a gift from the heavens, but your mind when they're around descends to a place much worse the the gutter, and way filthier than hell.

As soon as you get home you scramble to get to your journal, and inconspicuous little diary you can't help but to carry everywhere you go. All hot and bothered you pour out your heart in passion to the blank pages. You pour out how you feel, how they make your heart flutter, how your stomach curls with yearning to be in their arm. How you body gets hot at the thought of them kissing you, touching you taking you. How your hole clenches and drools at the notion of them raping you.

Your journal is heavy with your depraved r4pe fantasies, of all the ways your crush could disrespect and violate you. You want them to take what they deserved, without your permission. At any time, anywhere, in public or in private. You see them as a god almost, you feel as though you are nothing without them. Oh to be a loyal and devout r4pe slave to your requainted.

But it could never happen, they don't even know your exist. Until one day....

You make a mistake, getting too close to him while you where out. You bump into each other and he strikes up a conversation, something about the weather, or food. But you were holding your journal and drop it by accident, when you leave your so flushed you don't even notice, not until you get home. But you cold have lost it anywhere. You go back out immediately to look for it retracing your steps and all but it's nowhere to be seen.

You hmgo to bed more than frustrated, who knows where it landed and if you'd even get it back.

It's the dead of night now, you've would down for be and are two winks from falling asleep when. You hear a sound. You lay still with your eyes open, hoping to make out what it was. Footsteps... In your house... And their getting closed. You get out of bed to investigate when your bedroom door swings open. It's your crush.

You don't know whether to be confused, scared, or overjoyed. But your thoughts stop when they toss your cute little journal onto your bed. You just know they've read it.

You make a run for the door, hope to get escape the shame, but your crush knew you would do that, they led you go, but all the doors and windows are locked. You have nowhere to run. On the verge of a break down, your crush grabs you by the hair and drags you back to the room, explaining how they had a wonderful time reading about your dirty little fantasies and how you've been wanting them to rape you for such a long time, and they'd love to make your dreams come true.

You try to protest it as you flimsy nighty comes of, but they just slap you and remind you that you wanted this, and it your fault that this is happening to you. They mounted you faster than you could comprehend, deep, angry thrusts now rocking your vulnerable body. Naturally you cry out in protest, but a hand is clapped over your mouth to shut you up, they assure you that they will be using all of your holes from now on.

The discomfort starts to fade, pleasure blooming in it's place, you have wanted this for a long time, and you crush seems to enjoy you tight little r4pe hole. Your legs start to trembling as your orgasm approaches and they praise you for being such a good r4pe doll.

From now on they're gonna keep your little diary and make sure all of your darkest fantasies are fulfilled, they promised to use your whore holes every chance they get and will not go a day without doing so.

With the continuous stream of rape threats being growled in your ear, you cum harder than you thought you ever could. With a sinister laugh, your crush grabs your thoughts and promises there's more to come.

Idk about you guys but that sounds pretty neat😭🤧

🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇. 🐇.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

It's two part again. Happy thanksgiving!

Dang, moving is always such a hassle :') I wish things go well for you. *sends love*

It's been a while so I can't really give a detailed story, but to sum up, this is what I literally dreamt of. Y/N works as an Oiran in a busy district in Wano, and Ace once visited it when he was still in the Spade pirates. They had an intense night, and Ace could not forgot the sensation and basically fell in love at first sight. He saved up money to buy Y/N out (not really buying a slave but actually freeing Y/N from the place) However, when he came back for Y/N, he was told that they escaped and the place no longer know Y/N's location.

Ace was disappointed, but that was a story in the past, Ace is now part of the WB pirates. He was secretly still searching for Y/N, though. Then, he recognized a familiar face among one of the member in the nurse crew of WB pirates ship. It was Y/N. The man was over the moon, until he realized, he couldn't possibly come to her and start a conversation with "Have we met? I think I've had s3x with you before". It turned into a cute story between Ace who is now very awkward but is trying his best to start a conversation with the person of his dream. And Y/N who is obvious. Until Y/N finally recognized Ace, and started teasing/flirting him which end up with another heated night for the two of them.

It's a miracle how I can dream of Ace lol, but it was a third person view point dream so I couldn't enjoy much either. It's not the first time I have a weird dream though, for some reasons I keep dreaming of a strange blonde who I have established a romantic relationship with. Well that's way too off topic, I only want to share my ideas with you for fun. I do hope that you prioritize your personal stuff before starting to write again (even tho I miss your write, a lots :'))

Aight that's it for now. Have a great day, have a great thanksgiving week. Best wishes.

- two part

TWO PART ANON! I had a pretty boring Thanksgiving, our oven was broken so we weren't really able to do anything special, that's okay though. Plus I had covid. I'm... mostly better now, still have a cough, but I'm covid negative and raring to go once more! Here's, lol, PART 1!!! All the smut will be in part 2, I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: mentions of previous sex, no actual sex yet though (that’s for part 2)

Word Count: 1680

     It felt like it had been an eternity ago since he’d last seen you. In truth, it had only been a couple of years, but with how his heart yearned for you, it felt like longer. Ace hadn’t been one to believe in fairytales, no ‘happily ever after’, no ‘peasant becomes the prince/princess’, and no ‘love at first sight’. At least, not until he’d met you. A courtesan in Wano, no, an Oiran, on par with the greatest of them, with even the great Komurasaki. The first time he had laid eyes on you, he knew he needed to talk to you, the first time he heard your voice, he knew he needed to spend the night with you, and from the first night with you, knew that he needed you in his life. Not just for one night, but for all of them, forever. A passionate night, more passionate than any you had previously known, more loving and caring. One where he couldn’t stop every desire from pouring out of his mouth. His desires for you, to have you, to be with you; and the shocking part, the part that made his heart stop, that shook him to his core, was when you reciprocated it. When you told him you wanted him in your life too. You shared things you’d never told anybody else, told him your past, your desires, and your dreams, and he knew that he’d do anything to make sure you saw them realized. A promise, one to find enough treasure to ‘buy’ you. To pay your debt to the man who held your fate, to take you away from such a life. But he’d been too late, you couldn’t take it after that night with him. 

     Pretending that you enjoyed the company of other men, giggling at dumb jokes and ‘enjoying’ fine food and drink sitting next to men who weren’t Ace. It didn’t matter how rich or good looking they were, you only wanted Ace. So you ran away. In the dead of the night, you gathered all your most precious belongings, every cent you could carry, everything of worth, and disappeared into the night. When Ace had asked about you, stating that he wanted to pay your debt, to ‘buy’ you, the man had merely scoffed, saying that you had run and despite his best efforts, he hadn’t found you, that you still owed him so much money. Ace had paid your debt to the man, whether or not you were there. Should the man ever stumble across you again, you could still be free. Eventually, he’d learned that you’d escaped Wano, somehow managing to break the biggest law of the strange land and escaping to sea.

     From that day, he searched for you. He never told anybody, never said a word, made it seem like he was simply living his life, but any time he was at an island, his eyes were searching the crowds for your familiar form. The man was certain he could never forget the shape of your body, the color of your hair, or your scent; not the scent of the perfume that you had been forced to wear as an oiran, but your natural scent lingering just beneath that. Every detail was carved into the backs of his eyelids, teasing him each time he closed his eyes with your beautiful smile. Your real smile. Not the one you had given him upon first being introduced to that night’s company, but the smile you gave him the next morning as you placed a soft kiss to his lips. Only a few people knew of his secret, of his love. Deuce, his first mate, his friend, his second-in-command. Whitebeard, his captain, his adopted father, the man who accepted him for him. And Izou, the Wano man had been by accident. He’d wanted to learn how to make your favorite so that if he ever found you, he could make it for you. Except the man wasn’t dumb, he noticed the concentration on Ace’s face as he worked to perfect the food, noticed the soft smile when Ace thought about when he’d first tried the food, saw the pain when asked about why it was so important. He’d confronted Ace about it, smiling as he listened to Ace’s tale about the beautiful oiran who’d stolen his heart. Izou kept an eye out for any Wanoan women after that, he never said anything, but as a favor to his friend, fellow commander, and brother-in-arms, he always kept an eye out as well. 

     Sighing, Ace leaned back in his chair, taking a large gulp from his mug. Pops was docked at another island to restock, giving his men shore leave once they were properly restocked, allowing his sons to enjoy themselves, whether it be in food, drink, or women. Women, ha! No woman would ever compare to you, to the beautiful tennyo who’d stolen his heart. He chuckled to himself at the thought, tennyo, so many things you’d taught him in his short time with you. He missed you so much right now, missed the strange terms of endearment you used for him, so strange to him, but never failed to make his heart skip a beat. 

     Ace’s brow furrowed as he took his feet off the table to sit up straight. His ears strained to catch the voice that had caught his attention just a moment ago. The accent, the lilt, it rang so familiarly in his head. Looking around, he only saw the familiar faces, tattoos, and clothing of the crew. His division knocking back drinks as they laughed, a few Whitebeard nurses dispersed amongst them. Still, his eyes scanned the crowd frantically, searching for the familiar face that filled his dreams. Finally, it landed on one of the nurses. Ace didn’t know all of the nurses that tended to Pops, the man’s deteriorating health requiring near constant care. Yet this one, he was certain, or almost certain. 

     Swallowing hard, he mentally shouted for the nurse to turn around fully, to give him a proper view of her, rather than just the small glances at her. Finally, she turned, looking to one of the other nurses, stopping Ace’s heart. Your hair was different and the layers of make-up were gone and the kimono replaced with a pink dress, but he was sure it was you. The young man almost shot up in his seat, wanting to run over to you and pull you close, to bury his head into the crook of your neck, hesitating when a thought hit him. Would you even recognize him? You might be forever engraved in his mind, but was he similarly engraved in yours? It had been a few years ago and it had only been a couple of nights together. Did he mean as much to you as you had meant to him? How would he even talk to you, how would he strike a conversation? ‘Hey, this sounds crazy, but I spent a passionate night with you a few years ago. Wanna go have dinner with me?’ No, absolutely not! He’d sound deranged! There was no way you’d recognize him after all this time. You’d been an oiran, he was probably just another paying man spending a night with you, getting too caught up in your act. To you, he must have just been an overly passionate man who was drawn into the fake little world you created for all your customers. Slouching into his chair, he stared at you in longing, he wanted so badly to go over to you, to pick you up and spin you around, to pull you into the most mind blowing kiss, but he couldn’t risk freaking you out. 

     You’d heard tales of the new second division commander, but had yet to find the time to go see him yourself. Whitebeard’s health took priority and the other nurses had come to rely on you a great deal, leaving you with little time to yourself. On top of your work as a nurse, you were kept busy with a million other things. The young man from years prior always lingered in your mind, his smile like the sun seared into your mind, as if forever branding your mind, heart, and soul as his. Freckles that dotted his cheeks like the stars in the sky, making you think of him every night when you stared up at the twinkling lights, he burned so brightly, as if he were made of sunshine and stardust. During the few daylight hours in which you weren’t caring for Whitebeard, your thoughts were taken up by this man. His voice and name still rang in your ears late at night when things were quiet and still. Ace. Portgas D. Ace. Still, you were on shore leave and the other nurses, as thanks for always taking their shifts, had given you the night off, you’d earned it. So you’d come here, hearing that the second division, and its commander, was here. So far, you’d yet to spot the young man who’d caused such a stir. Talking with one of the second division men, a flit of bright orange caught your eye. Turning, you noticed a familiar orange hat being pressed down on a lowered head before the owner stood up to head out of the bar. 

     “Who’s that?” You asked, pointing to the young man who’s back was turned to you. Despite the tattoo that covered a good portion of his back, you were almost certain you recognized his form. How could you forget that physique, the back that had sported the evidence of your night together in the form of long red scratches, the shoulders that you’d held so tightly, as if your life depended on it. 

     “Hm? Oh, right! You haven’t met the new division commander have you? That’s him, FireFist Ace! Kid’s crazy, but he’s strong.” the man you’d been talking to said with a grin, proud of his new commander. You smiled as you watched him leave, Ace, you’d finally found him.

[an-au-blog]

that holiday zs is coming along WAY too different than the first draft, so imma just post those initial 4k on here bc i just really dont wanna scrap them completely (the intro is kinda the same as the actual fic im posting on ao3 but yk...)

enjoy :))

(this is the actual posted one btw https://archiveofourown.org/works/61647757/chapters/157594045)

The winter months were approaching like a persistent storm, knocking on the doorstep. As vicious as both weather and time, the invites and passive-aggressive messages started again.

It was always "you have to come home for the holidays" and "if you don't come, father will be disappointed," but Sanji hated every family gathering. The fact that he was contractually obligated to go to at least one was disgusting. And even more so that Judge pulled his strings to push him into going to this Christmas party.

Just before he was about to leave his phone, adamant not to answer his sister's texts, her name was displayed again. She was calling him.

Shit... he couldn't ignore her now...

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself. "Hey, Reiju."

"Hello, Sanji." Her greeting sounded as cold as ever.

"I know what you're calling for."

"You do?" Even questions sounded closer to statements out of her lips.

"Yeah, and I'm sure you already know my answer. Did Judge put you up to this?" He never liked getting angry at her, it was not her fault, but he couldn't hide the way he felt.

"Sanji," her voice softened just a tad. "I'm sorry that our father moved the dates for the charity event, there was no way he could have known you wouldn't be in town."

"Don't lie to me. That man planned it, I know him." Sanji was itching for a cigarette. His hands trembled in fury as he opened the box and pulled one out. "He knows I wouldn't be caught dead on more than one Vinsmoke social money-parade! That charity event was the only thing I could stand by willingly and he knew that." He lit his smoke and inhaled the thick scent of it, calming. "And don't call him that, he is no father of mine. I can't recall one time where he acted like one."

"There are two years until the contract is over, please don't do anything to anger him... I don't think he actually wants to see you go."

Sanji couldn't help the sharp and humorless laugh escaping him. "As soon as my restaurant is "payed off" I can promise you, he won't be seeing any of me. It's actually funny to me how his greatest failure is his most qualified employee." 

"Sanji..."

"Whatever, I'm going." He put out his cigarette. "Not like I have any choice." The man grumbled.

"Oh, and one more thing." She paused a bit, perhaps waiting for an answer but continued before Sanji did. "It would be wise to bring a date."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She didn't sound teasing or happy. "Just... trust me. And make it convincing."

The line went dead.

Well she never stopped being ominous

Lighting up a second cigarette, Sanji thought on what she said. Perhaps, she was right, if he took someone it could be more tolerable.

But then the problem was, who?

He couldn't take any lady, he wouldn't dare to put a woman through that torture. And it wasn't like he had a lot of friends either. Between helping at the restaurant and slaving away at the Germa company, he didn't have much time to socialize.

He needed someone who would piss off his family and would not be put off by them. He couldn't take any of the cooks... There was Luffy, but Sanji was sure he would try to kill them on sight and as satisfying as that sounded, he couldn't risk anything so close to the finish line.

After an agitatingly long consideration, Sanji took out his phone. Downloading the most popular dating app, he created a profile.

Name:

He furrowed his brows. Considering how this should be approached. Fuck it.

Name: Mr. Prince

Age: 21

Bio: I'm not here to date, I need a fake boyfriend for my annoying Christmas party. If you can hold your own and want a free meal hmu.

He considered not putting a photo, as he wasn't sure if anyone would recognize him from Judge's PR stunts. Sanji opted to taking a picture of his hand holding a cigarette. It might look edgy, it might look suspicious, but he had hit rock bottom a while ago and he was not above pulling out a pickaxe/sledgehammer. //idk which one i should put or do i put smth at all v smsl da e kato "he hit rock bottom but hes ready to go lower"

He scrolled through a couple of profiles, accepting all of them with very little ones he didn't swipe to accept, killing time until it was time yo go to the restaurant.

.

Not even ten minutes into the shift, Sanji had to turn his phone's sound and vibrations off. The constant buzzing was more irritating than Carne's unstoppable blabbering. 

Sanji's smoke break could not have come faster.

With a cigarette in hand, he held his phone in the other. Honestly, he didn't know what to expect... Dick pic, dick pic, a comment about his "slim fingers wrapped around-", alright this was disheartening. He lingered on a profile that looked a bit too suspicious - no photo of the person's face, wasn't in a single frame, just a beautiful orange cat. But reading the bio of the person, Sanji decided to keep on looking, he might be too polite for his family's prodding. 

There was another man. He looked, and Sanji was putting this lightly, like a criminal... Or a homeless criminal. Maybe he could give it a shot. He read the man's message.

Gin: I'm down if you're down ;)

Sanji knew better than to be hopeful, but giving it a shot, he typed out and clicked send.

Mr. Prince: down for what?

The ping sounded with the response of the man and it almost made Sanji's cigarette fall on the ground. He had never clicked the block button faster. What a creep.

Checking a few other profiles, he had started to get pissed off. He didn't have much more time left and he was on his third sig, one last profile and he would stop for now. His fingers were going to freeze and he was starting to worry it would snow soon. 

Zoro: will there be booze

Sanji clicked his tongue and if he wasn't searching for someone impudent, he would have blocked him just to be petty. But that was probably a good sign. Scrolling though the man's profile told him a few things. Firstly he put his full legal name, so he was either naïve or didn't care much. He hoped it was the ladder. God how he hoped. Zoro, apparently, was well built and even though it said nothing, from the few pictures, Sanji could tell that he did some kind of martial arts. If he was guessing correctly, that would be a safe bet as to where he had gotten all those scars as well, including the one on his face. And that was the other thing: he only had two pictures and both of them were clearly taken by other people. The first one was of him at a bar with two other men, the backs of their heads only visible. It was quite cinematic, enough to make Sanji a bit suspicious if it wasn't just some screenshot from an indie film or something. The second picture was of him in front of a ramen shop, he was laughing at something off screen in a relaxed manner that both exuded confidence and filled Sanji with an ache for the social life he would usually never mourn. 

Going back to the chat, he didn't give himself much time to think of a response. 

"EGGPLANT! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" Zeff's voice echoed.

Typing out a quick response, he pocketed his phone.

"Yeah, yeah, you old geezer! Can the restaurant not burn down every time I look away?" Sanji snapped back.

Zeff laughed. "You've always been funny, little eggplant."

Sanji could hear Patty and Carne snickering. "You- " He could feel his face burning. "Stop calling me that!" Hissing out. "And you two back there better stop laughing, I am the sous-chef, I can fire you!"

"Nah, you won't." Patty smirked.

"You'll always be my little eggplant." Zeff said with a far too fond smile. Damn it old man, how could Sanji stay angry at him?

With a tisk, He rolled up his sleeves again and went back to work.

.

By the end of his shift, he felt as exhausted as ever. The cook hadn't even noticed when he reached his apartment, or his room for that matter. 

He took out his phone to set up another alarm, unsure if he would be able to wake up after his usual two.

Shit. He forgot he texted that guy.

He opened the chat.

Zoro: will there be booze

Mr. Prince: yeah, if you suffer through at least half of it

Zoro: if you dont wanna go so bad just dont

Zoro: also i hope you know ur acc looks like a bot

Zoro: still not sure its not

Damn it, he forgot to answer... At that point it was probably too late for Zoro to answer, but he had to answer now, if he didn't want to leave if for the morning in fear of forgetting again.

Mr Prince: sorry, I just got off work

Zoro: u deff don't sound like a bot atm

Mr Prince: I'm not? a bot??

Zoro: haha even ur responses look like a bot

Zoro: aight, was fun mr botman

Zoro: bye now

Mr Prince: WAIT!!!

Mr Prince: STUPID MARIMO HEAD COME BACK HERE

Mr Prince: FUCK YOUUUU

Mr Prince: GOD YOU RE SUCH A PRICK

Sanji was gripping his phone with anger. He couldn't believe this man was able to annoy him this much with so little words. If his brothers and father had anything in common with him, he would be able to get out of any conversation as long as he stuck with this man. It was a double edged sword, sure, but then again, he wouldn't have to deal with his family. He would chose any stranger over them.

He typed it something, just to delete it again. And again. Again... Damn it, the guy probably already blocked him. Or unmatched him, in any case, it wasn't like anything he wrote from then on would matter. he wouldn't see it.

Mr Prince: sorry

Before Sanji could close his phone, he saw the three dots that indicated the other was typing.

Zoro: damn ur so desperate for me

Sanji could feel his head heat up from anger and... Fuck this guy! What an asshole!

Mr Prince: I take it back.

Mr Prince: Go fuck yourself.

Zoro: no thanks

Zoro: s why i got this app

Mr Prince: ?

Zoro: idc abt relationships but being taken out and getting a good hookup after is easy here

Zoro: whatever tho

Zoro: were u srs abt the alcohol party

Mr Prince: yes

Zoro: cool

Zoro: when and where

Sanji could have gotten whiplash at how fast the conversation switched its tune, but nonetheless, he was too tired to get angrier. Needing this to end, he huffed a sigh and responded.

Mr Prince: It would be best if we meet and talk it out in person

Zoro: k

Mr Prince: Do you know Camie's Cafe? If you are free, we can go this Thursday at around 10.

Zoro: sure

Zoro: damn ur basic

Zoro: coffee date and superslims

Zoro: cant wait to see what ur hipsterass wears

Mr Prince: I am one second away from kicking your face in

Zoro: id like to see u try

Zoro: never been challenged by a failed pinterest collage

Zoro: ig theres a first for everything

The cook knew that answering would only rile him up more and encourage the man, so he ignored him instead. To make sure that he didn't put all his hopes on this overgrown house plant, he went back to looking though his other matches. Pitifully little serious ones. Half asleep he barely managed to go though them before passing out in his work clothes.

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Thursday had come far too fast.

The snow was piling up and the little sparkling lights were being hung from traffic lights and leafless trees. Sanji looked at his phone - he was five minutes early. 

He fidgeted with his gloves before entering, nervous. 

The little bell on the top of the door rung, only making his anxiety spike even more. He scanned the tabled and felt himself able to breathe again when he didn't see the person he needed to meet. Going up to the counter, Sanji flashed a bright smile at the barista.

"Camie, my lovely flower!" He sighed theatrically. "How are you, this fine morning?" 

"Oh! Hey, Sanji, I'm doing great. Hopefully, you are too!" The girl behind the counter gave him a friendly smile.

"Ah, well, I'm great! Never been better! Even though I fear that now that I saw you, my day has reached it's peak." 

She laughed. "You say the silliest things."

His smile felt a bit less fake. Having to make a pretty lady laugh always made him feel a bit better. t least he could improve someone else's day...

"Hey, Casanova." A rude voice said behind him. "Are you gonna order or just take up the line space?" 

Sanji turned around to see some guy. He was muscular and with an ugly scowl hiding behind glasses. The man was still wearing his winter hat but had his jacket unzipped and had nothing but a tank top with a low cut underneath. 

"Eyes up here, dartbrow." He snarled.

Sanji looked behind the man, to see that there was no one else waiting. "You can shove your shitty attitude and the rest of the non-existing line up yours, cave man."

"Caveman?" He raised an eyebrow.

Damn, he looked familiar. "Yeah, one who talks big shit and wastes all my time picking fights with random people, like a prick."

"By the time it took you to flirt and throw meaning less blabber at me, you both of us would have gotten our drinks and been out of here."

"Whatever. I don't have time for idiots today." He turned to Camie, who in turn had been using the time of their bickering to make his usual drink. Bless her heart, women really were angels sent from above.

"Thank you, love." He smiled at her, leaving a big tip and the money for his order. Sitting down on a table for two, he took out his phone to text this Zoro guy. He must have been running late, because there was no one in line after the other guy and it was already five past ten.

Mr Prince: Did you arrive?

A familiar ping was heard from next to the counter. Sanji did not look up, as he saw the three dots indicating that Zoro was typing.

Zoro: Yeah

Zoro: ordering something and sitting down

Zoro: some poppas stick figure was holding up the line

Sanji froze on the spot. He was afraid to look up, but not too fond of reading the next message either. Shit... could it be? Did he actually have that much of bad luck?

Zoro: r u here btw

Zoro: ???

With great reluctance, Sanji looked up to the spot at the counter where the man was standing. He was now looking straight at him. Expression blank, just... staring.

He had taken off his glasses and hat, revealing the short green hair that was so prominent in the pictures on his profile. He looked so different when he wasn't smiling and wearing glasses or maybe it was just that Sanji had the talent to make his own life miserable...

The man typed out something on his phone, breaking eye-contact for a mere second, hitting send just to look Sanji in the eye when his phone pinged. A feral grin split his face as he approached Sanji's table.

The cook glanced down to see the notification saying "i think i c u" and cursed himself a bit.

"So what was the plan, exactly..." Zoro crossed his arms, making Sanji's eyes dart to his chest. And now that he was looking, really looking, the man was... handsome to say the least. He had a sharp jaw, he was toned and his chest was wide and muscly, squished like that it almost resembled breasts... 

"What, is this a hook up thing or are you actually a scam artist..." Zoro said again, drawing Sanji out of his daze. He was no longer smiling, genuinely pissed off.

The cook's eyes involuntarily darted to the man's chest once more, double, triple take, because damn he was big when he had his arms crossed like that.

"You got a problem with eye-contact there, buddy?" Zoro snarled once more,

If Sanji didn't feel like he had a nosebleed coming along just from looking at him, he would have jumped at the chance to fight him. But bleeding before the fight was far too humiliating. "S- sorry. It's had to- give me a second." He covered his nose and mouth with his hand and looked at anything and everything that wasn't in Zoro's direction. "It's not a "hook up thing", I actually need a fake date..." Sanji kept on looking away.

When he got no response, he dared to look at the man in front of him again. With great displeasure, he found he was giving him the most disbelieving and annoyed look known to man kind.

"Hey!" Sanji shouted. "What the hell is that look for!"

The brute rolled his eye. "This all seems like too much trouble. Why shouldn't I just leave?"

"Because you're here in the first place and if I'm right, your not the type to fo things half-assed."

Zoro smirked.

"And uh..." Sanji looked away. "It's in two days and I don't have time to look for anyone else."

Zoro's smirk disappeared. "Before I give you a yes or no, I need to see your hand."

"What!?" Sanji squeeked. Shrinking into himself as heads started tiring to them.

"Hand." Zoro extended his palm in expectation.

"This is so demeaning." Sanji sighed. He gave his left hand letting the mosshead take it. The cook wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't to have his hand held with warm hands being turned this way and that. Despite the unhappy look on the man's face, Zoro was... surprisingly gentle.

"No."

"No?" Sanji echoed.

"The other one." He looked at the cook with such determination that it was hard to say anything in response. Speechless, Sanji placed his other hand into thw gentle, rough hands. He watched Zoro look at his hand, running his finger over the knuckle of his thumb. A small smile, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't staring at Zoro, appeared on his face. It was such a faint thing and yet it softened the man's face, suddenly, the beautiful man in those pictures was in front of Sanji.

"Okay." Zoro hummed. He looked up at the cook again.

He was still holding Sanji's hand.

"Okay, what?" The blond pulled his hand away, regretting the loss of the other's warmth immediately. His face felt hot.

"I'll do it. Your family thing."

"Oh? Great!" Sanji beamed. "I prepared a little... uh... thing." He took out a piece of paper. "Before that, I just want to say we should probably put down some boundaries. Whatever you do is fine if it'll help with the convincing. Please do tour best not to get into any physical altercations..."

"They've said I look aggressive but-"

"No, no. It's... well, my brothers are kind of assholes to put it lightly. I really don't give a fuck how you treat them, but leave my sister out of it."

Despite the fact that Zoro's lack of reaction, Sanji decided to continue.

"I took out a few questions to make this more believable. So if we can memorize a few facts about each other-"

"What?" Zoro shot his eye to the blond.

"What."

"You want me to study for this thing? Why would I want to deal with shitty people and-"

"I'll pay you."

Zoro's eyebrow twitched ever the slightest. But Sanji knew. He was interested. Or at least that was what Sanji hoped it was.

"I can pay you if you survive at least two hours at the party. And if you don't fuck anything up for me and convince them well enough of course."

.

Zoro hummed. If it was enough to cover his debt to the witch... Damn it. He was going to do it in anyway, but this was a very welcome bonus.

"How much are we talking?" Zoro asked.

"You sound like a loan shark."

The green haired man almost chuckled at the irony.

"I'm kind of in a tight spot, myself... so how does a thousand berry sound?"

"A thousand?" Zoro raised an eyebrow.

The blond looked at him with slight disappointment at himself. "No? How about two thousand?"

Damn... Zoro never considered this guy could be rich. "And the free booze?"

"Of course."

Zoro did a half-nod. He reached over and grabbed the paper from the man's hands. "Okay, let's get this over with." He put on his glasses and squinted for a moment as he was reading. "These are some of the dumbest questions I've- what is this?" He looked up at Curlybrows with a mocking smile. "What is this, some kind of "need to know basis to know my lover" questionnaire?" He cleared his throat and started reading. "Number three - Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why? Oh. Or this one -" He pointed at the list as if the other could see what he was showing. "The eighth one: Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common." He laughed. "We just met."

The blond's face became a bright red. 

"Oh my God, it is..."

The blond snatched the list out of the green-haired man's hands and stood up. With angry and hurried movements he got dressed and left the building.

Ah. Fuck.

Zoro left his things and ran out after the man. "Hey, wait." He tried but the other seemed to ignore him. He realized he had no idea what the other other person's name was. "Prince!" He yelled, a few meters away. 

The snow was starting to pile up, lightly raining and falling on his bare shoulders. It was starting to sting a little, not that it bothered him.

"Prince, wait! Curlybrows, hold on, I'm sorry, okay-" Zoro put a hand on the other's shoulder.

In a flash of movement, unknown how, when or from where, Zoro felt something conecting with his jaw. Painful and unexpected. Zoro stumbled back, if it was him just an year ago, he would have fallen flat on his ass, whatever- whatever hit him-

He looked at the blond man in front of him - leg held in the air and a mean look.

"Fuck off!"

If it weren't all hanging on a thread, Zoro would have tried sparing with the man, but not the place or time... "Curly, look, we're not gonna get to know each other from a morning of twenty-one questions." He dusted himself off, standing up.

The silence he got as an answer was enough to make him continue.

"Clear a day and find a less crowded place and I'll tell you what you want to know." The blond opened his mouth to speakbugot cut off. "What you want to know. Not some pop quiz."

Curlybrows sealed his mouth into a thin line and huffed. "Fine." He shuffled a bit before continuing. "Go back inside before you freez to death."

"I'm fine." Zoro rolled his eye.

"Sure." A sarcastic snarl.

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It was almost a year ago.

Zoro was used to going to Luffy's crazy parties, it was a best friend's duty to make sure he didn't break his skull. For some reason, that new year's eve party, Luffy had decided to invite everyone he knows.

It was a mess to say the least.

Zoro lost Luffy in the sea of people within the first hour. He wasn't too worried though, because as far as he heard, he was somewhere with Usopp and that man had as much self-preservation as Luffy had energy. He was at least sure that they weren't going to have to call a hospital this time.

A bit into the night, he remembered a firy ginger-haired girl who bet that she could out-drink him. She introduced herself as Nami, monopolizing the bar area. To her credit - she already seemed a bit buzzed, so when he won, he wasn't too surprised. True, it was her girlfriend, who had called it quits, but it wasn't like she would have lasted much longer anyway.

Zoro had never been a light weight, but the girl had some backbone on her and had him swaying a bit near the end of their drink-off.

He wasn't drunk. No. He could remember almost everything from that night and he had full control of his body. It was just that his brain to mouth filter was even shorter and his reactions seemed slightly slower.

Nonetheless, it was fine.

It was more than fine because that night was about to become the most amazing night in his life.

Umsure of where he was going, Zoro walked around the house, looking for Luffy. There was no sight of him in the past hour or so and it starting to worry the man.

He stood in the midst of one of the larger rooms, looking around. He felt someone bump into him. By the time he had to turn around and see who it was, Zoro barely managed to dodge a knee to his stomach.

There was a blond man in front of him, the most vibrant blue eyes and soft-looking lips, redness in his cheeks and a heaviness in his eyelids - he was clearly drunk. And yet, the blond looked ready to murder him. What a sight.

"Watch where're goin'... " The man slurred his speech.

Zoro didn't have the time to say anything before someone else bumped into them, causing the fall of a plate that Zoro hadn't noticed im the other's hands.

The blond looked down at the fallen food, his eyes quickly becoming red and wet with unshed tears. "Who's gonna eat my cooking now?" He sniffled. " 's all y'ur fault!" He poked at Zoro.

Not minding the comment, Zoro grabbed the plate and knelt down and started collecting the dropped food off the ground. It looked like some kind of pastrie. One of it was stepped on, chocolate spilling from it's side.

When Zoro stood up again, he pretended not to notice that he was being tracked by the bright blue eyes. The blond man reached out to take the plate but stopped when he saw Zoro grabbing a handfull of the pasties and starting to eat them. Not leaving one on the plate, Zoro expected to get scolded for eating dirty food, or maybe the man was drunk enough to get mad for having his food eaten.

But no, he was just watching the other with wide eyes.

"I wanna kiss you..." The blond said, barely above a whisper.

And since his body seemed to move faster than his brain, "You're beautiful" was all Zoro could say in response.

"I'm really tired." After a small pause. "How was it?"

"Delicious. I hate chocolate." Before the blond could comprehend thw comment, Zoro continued. "You made those?"

"Yeah." He nodded. Adorable. " 'm a chef!"

"No wonder you're Luffy's friend." Zoro laughed.

"Imma get my own rest'rant soon!" His eyes sparked. " 's gonna be big an' blue, an' we'll never leave anyone hungry."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, apparently an indication for the other to continue. Small side steps out of the way of one or another person had them somehow on one of the couches. The blond leaning in, enthusiastically talking about cooking with a passion that filled Zoro with warmth he hadn't felt in a while. Even though the drowsiness and fatigue of the night, the man carried on with the intricacies of each dish, product or cooking utensil.

Half-asleep on Zoro's chest, still talking, letting the green-haired man pay with his right hand. Commiting to memory every little cut and mole - like the one on his thumb, or the little calluses on his fingers from holding a knife for hours on end.

When he looked out to see there was snow piling, he couldn't care for it much. He'd never felt warmer.

In the morning, Zoro had gotten up to roam about the house in search of something to drink. One of the things he regretted most. The next thing he knew, he was coming back to an empty couch and Luffy - stuffing his face with eggs that smelled far too amazing to be made by him.

"Luffy, where did the blond cook go?"

Still chewing, Luffy grinned. " 'oro! 'Anji 'e't 'or 'ork."

He left for work?

Zoro had been resigned to the thought of never seeing him again. All until he saw a familiar looking hand on an app he hadn't used in months. But it couldn't be him, right? That would be too good to be true.

[highfantasy-soul]

I'm going to preface this by saying: if you aren't ready to regulate after what just happened with the election, keep scrolling! You don't have to rush your horror at what happened and immediately get back up and at em if you truly aren't ready. But if you find yourself falling into doomerism and your emotions AREN'T temporary mourning (or you're ready to hear something other than doomerism), maybe this post is for you.

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If you think this election means we're "past the point of no return", you haven't faced a lot of failure in your life, have you? You haven't read a lot of history about social movements and revolutions, have you?

Do you think we just started working for this election alone and now that it's over...the buzzer has sounded and the game's over? I know that's a minimizing comparison, but really, what other situation do you know of in real life where if the outcome you didn't want occurs, it's over, no coming back, can't fight against it?

Was there 'no coming back' for Germany after the Nazis took power? Was there 'no coming back' from the Trans-Atlantic slave trade? Did the oppressed and their allies just say 'well, we tried to make the slave trade illegal and it didn't work - how is everyone still working as abolitionists?? Do they not know how damning this is??' No. Well, probably some of them did, but the others - the ones who had been fighting before any sort of legislation was ever conceived, they took the hit but kept fighting.

Just because the fight is hard and you don't succeed every time you try something doesn't mean it's over. We just elected the first fucking trans woman to Congress! But because Trump won the presidency, that all of a sudden doesn't matter? You think you can just throw in the towel?

Grief and horror and dejection (yes, even plans to escape the country if you're part of the most affected groups) is 100% normal and good to feel. BUT never ever ever let that balance tilt to full-on doomerism that paralyzes you and makes you stop fighting forever. Take the time you need to process, but telling everyone that we're 'past the point of no return' is doing the work of the oppressors for them.

When I was getting my degree in criminal justice (criminology: law and society undergrad and full on CJ masters), I read enough history to understand that we're crawling up a mountain of shattered glass. Those before us bled to death crawling up that mountain so that their bodies could shield us and allow us to crawl up a bit farther before we start getting cut. Which allows us to crawl that much farther and lay down ours so those after us can be protected from the glass that cut us.

Is that inspiring to know that you're planting seeds in a garden you'll never get to see? Never knowing if those seeds will truly come to fruition despite the pain and horrors you faced? Nah, probably not. But the alternative? Giving up because you didn't get everything you wanted (and deserve as a baseline for being alive) in this one election - that doesn't mean it'll never happen. You know what's a guaranteed way to make sure it DOESN'T ever happen? Deciding we're past the point of no return and paralyzing yourself.

I'm not suggesting we wait till next election and try to get them then. I've been working outside elections a long time - everyone who ever made a difference in the cultural landscape worked outside elections. Maybe it's time you started, too.

You'll face a hell of a lot more failure than just one big blow every 4 years, but if you get back up after each failure and keep at it, you WILL make a difference.