#I genuinely do think he could be close to finishing part of it and that'll get us one step closer

[fromtheseventhhell]

I know it’s useless to speculate but I can’t stop wondering how the hell grrm is going to wrap all this up in only 2 books. it feels like there’s so much left to happen for so many characters, BEFORE we even reach the long night. like Arya’s story alone, she’ll prob be in Braavos a little longer, then go back to Westeros, reunite with Nymeria, the BWB, lady SH, her siblings, and THEN play a part in the LN. and after spending a solid 2 books just in the riverlands? like… how?? any ideas?

I'm right there with you anon, and I honestly think one of the reasons TWOW is taking so long is that George has realized that the story has once again gotten away from him. Even if TWOW was incredibly fast-paced, there's still a lot of story + characters to cover. Like you said, Arya alone has a lot of plot to get through before her story is set-up for the finale and it's the same with a lot of characters. I think George might be hesitant to split the books again after AFFC/ADWD, and he might be trying to find a way to make things work within one book. TWOW + ADOS are supposed to be about 3000~ pages altogether, but I doubt even that will be enough for how much story is left. If that is the issue, then I hope he overcomes it soon so we can get the rest of the story 😭

[echobx]

broken heart (5) - a JJ Maybank blurb

summary: JJ and y/n have sex after figuring out what they are to each other

warnings: smut (edging, fingering, handjob, p in v (protected), riding, aftercare), fluff

word count: 1.2k

author's note: honestly i had to fight through this, not because i didn't completely know what i wanted to write, but because i really wasn't in the mood for smut, but i also knew i wouldn't have finished this if i hadn't done it today, so i just hope it's not as bad as i think it to be

masterlist part 4

JJ had turned you around, his lips attached to your neck while his hands roamed your body, and you were squirming under him. 

But when his hands traveled farther down you stopped him. 

“Wait, please,” you said in a soft voice. “If we do this, there's no going back, ever.”

“And?” JJ was a little confused about it, but he knew your little antics, knew how to calm your mind when it was running haywire.

“I just- What if it doesn't work out? I don't wanna lose my best friend because of it,” you stammered a little under his striking gaze. 

“Why wouldn't it work out?” JJ furrowed his brows in genuine confusion.

“Because I know you. I know how you get when stuff gets serious,” you replied nervously. 

“Fine, I promise to still be your best friend even when this might not work out, but I don't think that'll happen,” JJ shrugged his shoulders.

“Good, I promise that too,” you nodded and he smirked. 

“Am I allowed to fuck you now? Or not?” 

“Well, if you propose it like that,” you giggled and a moment later his tongue filled your mouth in a mind-boggling kiss. 

You gasped when his fingers ran over your pussy, ghosting your clit and entrance in a torturous manner. 

“Jay, please,” you begged, clawing at his wrist. 

“Tell me why you didn't put on a slip, first,” he was still edging you on and it was unbearable. The heat between your legs grew and started to spread through your body because it had nowhere else to go. 

“I don't know,” you yelped, “didn't feel like it.” 

“Next time you do that you're not allowed to complain when I take you immediately, all right? Fuck, baby, you don't even know how hot you are.” You weren't sure if it was a threat or not, but you were already looking forward to it all.

His finger pushed inside you, making you moan at the feeling, and it got only worse when he started to curl it and pump it in and out of your pulsating cunt.

“Look at you, gorgeous,” JJ smiled down at you, chest heaving and puffy lips that made him even crazier for you than he already was. 

“Please. Please, JJ,” you begged, and the boy felt like falling in love with you all over again. Seeing you completely at his mercy, knuckles deep in your pussy and his dick harder than he thought possible, it was better than his best dreams coming to life.

“I know, baby. Will make you feel so good, all right,” he whispered into a kiss while adding a second finger, and you moaned into him. It didn't take long for you to cum all around him. When he pulled his hand away to lick off his ringed fingers, you were still not even close to coming down from your high. Clenching around nothing and whimpering softly at the emptiness between your legs. 

“Thank you,” you breathed shakily. 

“Don't thank me yet, I'm not done with you, princess,” JJ smirked

He pulled a condom from his wallet and started taking his clothes off. You gulped at the sight of his hard cock that was restricted by his tight boxer briefs. 

Before he could take them off, you had sat up and were palming him through the fabric. Drawing soft circles on his leaking tip while looking up at him. 

“If you don't stop I'm gonna bust a load just like this,” JJ pressed out, his face contorted with pleasure at every little brush of your hand against him. 

“Good,” you smirked up at him and started pumping him as he cursed, but it all went by way quicker than you had thought. You kept gently squeezing him until the last drop of cum had run down his shaft, wetting the boxers in the prettiest way you had ever seen. 

“Take off the shirt,” JJ demanded while pulling his boxers off and settling on the bed. To your surprise he was already hard again, pumping himself a few times before rolling the condom on. 

You looked at him, sitting back against your headboard and holding his hands out for you to take. “I’ve never done this,” you admitted, and his smile got a bit wider. 

“I'll show you.” 

You held onto the headboard with one hand, while the other guided him inside of you. The stretch he gave you wasn't uncomfortable, but it was also something you would have to get used to after not having had sex for some time. What you were sure to never get used to was the fact that he was hitting your cervix while bottoming out. 

“Oh god,” you cried out at the feeling and JJ just chuckled.

“Nope, just me.” He leaned in and started sucking on your tit, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest and tugging at your nipples. His actions made you dizzy, the tension in your core grew, and you needed to find a release for it. 

You started to carefully roll your hips into him, making him moan and bite down on your nipple, which caused you to jump. His hands came down to hold your hips and help you bounce on his cock, all the while his lips were still wrapped around your nipple, sucking harshly. 

“You're so hot, princess,” JJ panted, and you fastened your pace, coming down harder on him and making him curse in the process. 

“Shit, baby, you're tight. Squeezing me so good, darlin’,” he moaned before wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you steady to slam into you from below. 

You bent down, resting your head against his as you watched his dick vanish inside of you, and you felt like cumming just right that second. Letting go of the headboard with one hand you started rubbing circles on your clit, fast-paced and harsh just like his thrusts. The tight band inside you snapped within seconds, and you screamed his name in the process. 

To JJ, it was the best thing he had ever seen, how you lost yourself around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. The muscles in his stomach tensed, and his hips stuttered as he came, eyes rolling back and lips desperately searching for yours. It was a messy kiss that he pressed to your lips while riding out his high, but it was perfect too. 

You needed a minute before getting up and sitting down by his side. Your eyes fixed on his sweaty chest, wandering upwards to look at his face, strands of hair sticking to his forehead and a pleased, open-mouthed smile on his lips. 

“Pretty good for someone who's not your girlfriend,” you whispered, and he let his head fall to the side to look at you. 

“You're never gonna let that one go, will ya’?” 

“Prolly not,” you laughed and got up to go into the bathroom. 

JJ joined you just a minute later, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your shoulder. “You're better than a girlfriend, you know that?” 

“How so?” you asked, leaning back into his touch. 

“I’m never gonna get bored of you, princess. Ever. I can't stop looking at you. It's always been you, no one else. And you didn't even notice it. You're the best thing that could've ever happened to a guy like me,” he mused, and you wanted to melt under his touch. Even though you still couldn't fully believe that this was your reality, you were content in the feeling that he would try it all to not fuck up. Because he loved you and you loved him. 

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 4/8

The thing is, Davesprite's situation is more complicated than an unfulfilled time loop. His timeline isn't an irrelevant offshoot - in fact, it's integral to the existence of the Alpha Timeline, and presumably always was. Davesprite forms part of a weird, fully intact time loop which spans multiple timelines.

And since this is a future Dave, you have to assume he knows about Bro. The two clearly had a complicated relationship, but he's surely shaken by his death - if nothing else, it's a sign of how serious things have become.

That'll be a fun thing to check out when I've finished the comic! It reminds me of those Hunger Games simulators that were doing the rounds a couple of years ago.

That's true. Dave knows how strong the Underlings have become - and yet, he's still confident that Jade can stand up to them. Presumably she finds some sort of workaround for their First Guardian powers?

Sunslammer is so good! A standout song, even in a comic with as many bangers as this one.

Honestly, part of why I'm dragging my feet on the album reviews is because I want to hear these songs for the first time in context. If I'd heard Descend before watching Descend, I feel like it would have robbed the song of some of its dramatic weight.

I assumed it was just because witches are associated with frogs.

That would have explained why they're part of her Land, but I'm pretty sure that Kanaya's glitched planet was also a frog Land, and she's not a Witch, so...?

*The rest of Sal's response has been redacted, lest we fall once more into the Frog Theory Black Hole.*

I'm pretty sure that's a statue of Echidna, the mother of monsters and Jade's Denizen. Dave's probably close to LOFAF's Palace!

The Seer sees all - and sometimes, she understands the implications before we do.

It'd certainly be interesting. I just reread that conversation, and the biggest takeaway would have been that the kids were going to befriend the trolls, and get involved in their personal drama. This would certainly be consistent with the tone established by an Act 1 Hivebent!

Yup. Vriska was only able to 'create' Perfect Jack because Becquerel didn't object.

Really, he could have prototyped anything he liked, no matter what Vriska did. Even if she tried to shut the Entry down by incapacitating Jade, he could simply have activated the piñata himself.

I mean, that's basically what happened!

If any Aspect is geared around survival, then it's Feferi's. There's no breath left in her body, but our girl is still in the game!

Getting back to the trolls will be interesting, especially since - I assume - we'll be zipping back to when Feferi was still alive. The Veil is a much less friendly place, now - but does Feferi know this? What, exactly, is about to happen to the trolls?

I suppose. I guess there's no reason for every Carapacian to be created with knowledge of the Rings.

Actually, Sburb might not want them to know - Jack's probably not the only one who wouldn't respect the Ring's rules. There could be potential ringwielders out there who are far more dangerous.

Thank you! I feel like I've been doing a lot more character analysis in Act 5 versus previous Acts, where most of my speculation was about the lore. It's a fun change of pace.

Damn, I didn't think we'd actually be explaining these!

It's moments like these which really enhance the comic for me - justifications for things that I genuinely thought were just nitpicks on my part. It's really gratifying, honestly.

@thelegendofgreg asked: Here's some commentary from the jade enter flash, theres uh. alot to read but its all neat stuff "I talked about this way back, maybe even in an earlier book? Well, here I go again, so hold on to your ass. There are four entry items: Apple of knowledge, Bottle of wine, Crow's egg, Dog piñata. A, B, C, D. All of them are related to new life or new beginnings. You bite the apple, you fall from grace, enter a new world, begin this wild journey. You smash a bottle to christen a ship. An egg hatches, creating new life. You break a piöata to celebrate a birthday. Each involves breaking or puncturing something. Each involves a form of sustenance, or something to consume (piñatas have candy inside). Two are vessels for the substance (bottle, Piñata), two are the food items themselves (apple, egg), and one arguably counts as both (egg). Two of them drop from the same basic tree template (apple, piñata). They ramp up in complexity. John's is a simple test: bite the forbidden fruit. Not much to it. A single unit of departure, almost conceptually elemental, like an apple, as Rose goes on about later. The challenges get trickier. Rose has to break a bottle. Easy enough idea, but things go wrong, and she has to take a blind leap to get it done. A sacrificial gesture, and one of faith in a friend (Jaspers). Dave's is even more obscure. A simple test of patience, but one that's not clear. He isn't told what to do and just has to wait. Non-action is the key, and in a way it's another gesture of faith under dire circumstances. Finally, Jade's challenge incorporates a lot of these elements. It's another "blind faith" situation. She has to take a shot in the dark. There's a sacrificial gesture, but instead of risking herself (like Rose), Jade must symbolically sacrifice her friend via effigy and cannot complete the sacrifice without help from that friend. (Bec must redirect the bullet. There's no way this works if he doesn't.) It is also a signifier that the pet she knew as a friend her whole life is about to, in a way, become her enemy. Like a good dog gone bad, who now must be put down."

So they are all intended to be foodstuffs! And, apparently, alphabetical - although I think 'Crow's egg' is a bit of a stretch.

There are also themes of sacrifice and faith that I didn't really think about before. Choosing to enter Sburb at all, knowing the stakes, is absolutely a leap of faith - and it's a game which sacrifices your whole planet. Skaia's been telling us the score this whole time.

Homestuck absolutely deals with dark themes - but they start out buried under the surface, and even now, are still in the process of revealing themselves. This makes sense for Homestuck, a coming-of-age-story whose protagonists are slowly coming to terms with some dark truths about their lives.

Awful Hospital, however, immediately says: here's our protagonist. Her baby is dying. She just woke in a strange room. She doesn't know how she got here. Her baby has been stolen. There are monsters inside her brain. By the way, here's a quip, because this is actually a funny comic. It just felt... dissonant, and not in a fun way. I don't really know what it's going for, tonally.

Don't take this as a negative review, though! I only read a couple dozen pages, so I'm really not qualified to rate the comic - I just wasn't feeling it at the time, so I shelved it. I enjoy a lot of Bogleech's writing, and Awful Hospital's lore sounds pretty interesting, so I'll probably give it another shot at some point.

Not for the most part! I'm super into time travel stories, though, so I'm well-Primed to understand their intricacies.

So there might be intermittent stages between the four we've seen in the kids' session? That'd be interesting - I'd love to see the intermediary stage between John's 2D chessboard and Rose's 3D cube.

There are, at this point, too many awesome songs for me to pick favorites. Umbral Ultimatum and Sunslammer are excellent, but what songs aren't, at this point?

I can't imagine what we're in for when we reach the Act 5.2 finale...

Ooh, interesting. Considering how many accidental references Hussie seems to make, it's honestly up in the air whether that was intentional.

That said....

Jack is looking awfully divine these days.

I suppose Tavros has probably logged the most rocket-hours, yeah.

I'm sure all Breath Players probably learn to fly, unless there are some oddball classes which don't let you interact with your Aspect.

Anonymous asked: forwarding this message to you from someone who doesn't have a tumblr account. ~DJ "Important fact. Dave and Aradia both use musical instruments for time travel, but different ones. Aradia’s is a music box, it has a single prerecorded music, the only way to “play” it is to turn it so it plays the music that was always in it. Dave’s is turntables. They contain a preexisting music, but what you do with them is to jump, cut and shuffle this music, creating something new, having full control of it. - RM"

I like it! As Time Players, they both follow the set path of the Alpha Timeline - but Dave gets a little funky with it, multiplying himself with a complex series of time loops.

Aradia, ever the fatalist, instead turns to doomed clones for reinforcements. I don't think we've ever seen her make a stable loop.

[bluecoolr]

D.B. NSFW Alphabet

You already know guys and girls. 👀

Darr and B are both bi. B's just more straight passing 🤣, but you have no idea how tmi his ramblings about guys are with Darrell. One headcanon is afab-specific but I did try to keep everything as gender neutral as I could. Please don't hurt me.🫣

And, yes, they do hinge threesomes. (Cue their Pa yelling "When I said it's important to share, I didn't mean it that way!") (Also shut the fuck up Erasmus you know damn well you got down to ungodly shit with your wife.)

Tagging:

@the-pinstriped-hood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary @goldrose-star @probably-a-plant-thing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

🎱

Dazed. Panting. Reeling. Needs to be grounded with kisses and skin to skin contact. Would melt into your arms if you hug him. 

Give him a minute to breathe and give you smooches before he goes to get what you need, ok? Glass of water? A towel? He'll be right back. You just sit tight.

💀

Very much still pumped up. Super giddy when you finish together

Giving you so many kisses, and praising you for being so good to him. 

If you hold him close, he's hugging you right back. He's petting your hair and lovingly kissing your cheek.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

🎱

His hands. 100%. Likes that people compliment him a lot over them. And his dick. 

Your tits and lips drive him hog-wild. 

He's real big on kissing. Loves doing it when he's buried up to the hilt inside you.

💀

His chest/torso. Thinks he looks fucking badass with his scars. 

Trace his scars while he pounds you. He absolutely loves it. Also loves it when you grab on his shoulders or just generally brace your arms around his torso.

Your tits, thighs and lips. 

Also big on eye contact, and absolutely loves looking into your eyes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

🎱

Thick and white. 

Cums a lot that it tends to leak, which he loves because he gets to fuck it deeper inside you.

💀

Also has thick consistency but usually doesn't cum as much. 

Doesn't expect you to swallow, actually likes to see his cum dribble down your chin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

🎱

Would love to do double penetration (particularly vaginal dp, because the thought of how wet you'll get to accommodate two cocks turns him on sooooo much).

Just loves the idea of completely filling you up and using all your holes.

💀

Cut him during sex. Make him bleed. Make it sting.

Give him a cut that'll leave a scar. 

Carve your name into his skin.

He'll totally goad you into doing it. "Do me one good, yeah? Fucking kill me."

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

🎱💀 

They both know what they're doing and are pretty experienced. 

Their individual experiences outnumber their shared encounters.

Don’t worry you’re in good hands.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

🎱

Missionary and its variations: spread eagle, both your legs on his shoulders, one leg up, ankles around his waist.

Spooning

Spit-roast

💀 

Missionary, specifically with your ankles in his hands. 

Doggy. He likes to bite your shoulder while he’s back there. 

Prone position

Spooning

You on top

Spit-roast

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

🎱

Serious. More focused on the connection and the pleasure. Does his best to tune in to you to make sure he’s giving it to you exactly how you want it.

Doesn’t crack jokes but makes you smile with genuine praise.

If you praise him, tell him how good he makes you feel, he’s gonna break into the sweetest fucking smile.

💀

A lot more laid back. Just wants the whole encounter to be fun for both of you.

Giggles. Lots of giggles. 

Doesn’t joke but absolutely showers you in praise. 

You try to return the compliments and you get cut off with kisses. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

🎱

Just a lil FYI: As a rule, black-haired Darrells have a more positive story outcome.  

The carpet more or less matches the drapes, though it is a bit more dark-ish brown.

Still doesn’t shave but trims to keep everything manageable.

Has a light growth of chest hair that doesn’t get too thick or unruly. 

💀

Also doesn’t match. B mooched off Darrell’s black dye for years. Did it just to try it, but also to annoy his brother. 

Eventually got bored with dyeing and stuck to his basic blond. He’s lazy and would rather Darrell did it for him.

Manscaped. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

🎱💀

Very intimate.

Both are big on eye contact. It's a different experience looking into one twin's eyes. Darrell's are warm and deep, calming. B… Well, he's not called Bright Eyes for nothing. 

Sometimes, they take breaks and just rest with their faces buried in the crook of your neck. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

🎱

Still so damn horny. Still masturbates at work. 

Humps his pillow like a man deprived of all pleasures of the flesh.

Gets off to pictures or recollections of you if you've been intimate with him before.

💀

Doesn't masturbate as often, because he gets a lot more action.

Uses his hands or a fleshlight to jerk off when he does get the urge.

Watches porn but imagines it's the two of you doing the scenes. 

Will send and ask for nudes. Like literally you'll ask him to buy you some food on the way home and he replies with "Ok" and a pic of him with his dick out in a bathroom.

Absolutely loses his shit over your nudes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

🎱

Breeding

Praise kink

Mutual masturbation

Gagging

Outdoor/public sex

💀

Praise kink

Dom/sub

Knife play

Blood play

Gagging

Spitting

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

🎱💀

His place, your place, anywhere honestly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

🎱

It’s really not that hard to get Darrell going. If you feel like getting it on, just tell him and he is dropping what he’s doing. 

Flirting

Dirty talk and naughty texts

Tenderness and comfort

Themed lingerie 

Lap dances

When you do anything that he finds remotely cute.

💀

Revealing clothing. It doesn’t even need to be elaborate or anything. You could be wearing a muscle shirt or showing a bit of chest. You could be wearing low rise pants. He loves to see the V's on your hips and the dimples on the bottom of your spine. Loves cheerleader and basketball shorts

If you show interest in him.

If you get annoyed with him. B likes to weasel his way into your favor. 

When you're sweet to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

🎱

Anything that would hurt you. No slapping or hitting. He would grope and squeeze but never hit, even if you ask. It just doesn't sit right with him. 

Extreme BDSM. He'll hold your wrists above your head but won't use restraints. 

Degradation.

Watersports or scat. Just not his thing.

CNC

💀

Extreme BDSM. He's more open to using restraints - ties or handcuffs or even his/your shirt - but he's not gonna actually push it to the point where you get hurt. 

Watersports or scat. Just not his thing.

CNC. He hates the thought of you ever crying because of him/something he did.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

🎱

Loves both honestly

Sloppy toppy. Gives absolutely filthy head. 

Considers it an honor if you give him a blowie.

💀

Since he's more of a dom, he's not too good at giving head yet.

Fucks your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

🎱

Gives you time to adjust ♥︎ and settles on just the right pace. 

Actually pays attention to you about the rhythm that works.

Generally likes to take his time, because he wants to practically memorize every part of you, every little reaction.

💀

Just goes right in there as soon as you're wet enough. 😭

Tends to go fast and rough but can go slow and hard depending on the mood. 

His favorite part is feeling you clench and spasm around his cock.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

🎱💀

Would die for a quickie. Please. Spare a quickie for a pair of struggling men?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

More 💀 than 🎱 really. 

B's the real freak between them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

🎱💀

3 max where he cums each time, but each round lasts a while. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

🎱

Knows the power of the Magic Wand and will absolutely use it on you.

If you have other toys, he'll be so game to use it during sex.

However, he doesn't have any toys of his own.

💀

Has used and has had toys used on him. Will do so again 😈

Owns pretty standard stuff - a fleshlight and his own wand or vibe.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

🎱

Still doesn't like to tease or be teased 🥺

Do not deny this boy. He just wants to show you how much he cares for you.

💀

Complete opposite. Is such a fucking tease, but can't take the taste of his own medicine.

Absolutely the type to walk around shirtless when he knows it gets you flustered to see him shirtless.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

🎱

Loud, uncontrollable moaning sprinkled with expletives.

Begs you to come for him. 

💀

Tells you to come on his cock.

A little more quiet (he's made fun of how loud Darrell is), but has the most gratifying moans. Lets you know he's loving every second with you. 

Yes, he growls. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

🎱

Likes to lick up your back, torso, sternum, and neck. 

Will lick up your chin and tongue kiss you. 

Will also definitely suck your tongue.

Gives you hickeys. 

💀

Bites. Not enough to break skin. Unless you ask 👀

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

🎱

A shower. 8 inches in length. 5 inches in girth. Uncircumcised.

💀

Also a shower. An easy 7 or 7.4 inches in length. 5 inches in girth. Uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

🎱💀

Craves it. Would love to have sex at least twice a week, whenever you can spare the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

🎱

Is already quite sleepy when you're done. 

He can stay up enough for a little conversation and a tender kiss or two, but he's out cold in like 5 seconds.

Falls asleep all snuggled up against you, and when you wake up his arm is still wrapped around you. 

💀

Is not going to sleep anytime soon. 

Will get up and eat. He just disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a whole sub. Offers you a bite. 

He's gonna finish his food and lie down next to you to chat about mundane stuff, as if he didn't just rearrange your organs. 

Strokes your hair while you talk. 

Also snuggles up to you before going to sleep. Except he swings his leg over your thigh, and that thing becomes dead weight once he's out cold. 

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 9: A Date

After a long soak in the biggest tub you think you've ever soaked in, you dried your hair and got mostly dressed. You weren't comfortable stepping out of the room in a robe, so you sent a text to Doflamingo.

(Y/N): I regretfully admit my makeup and hair styling skills are not up to par with the dress you've provided, so if you could send someone to assist, I would appreciate it.

Trouble: Violet will be there shortly.

After a few minutes and a polite knock, Violet came in and started helping you to get ready. As she was skillfully pinning up your hair and making soft curls to frame your face you risked asking something embarrassing.

"Miss Violet, if I ask you something that could be used against me, are you required to inform your boss about it?" Your eyes were closed so you couldn't see her face, but you could hear the smile in her voice.

"As long as nothing you say could compromise the family or our business, we can pass our time together with some exclusive girl-talk." She replies.

You didn't move and just went for it. "Is he seeing anyone?"

Violet giggles. "Not for some years now, no. And before you ask, he hasn't had any recent dalliances, either." Violet puts a finger under your chin and tilts it up, prompting you to open your eyes. "Unless, perhaps, we count you, Miss (Y/N)."

Ah. That 'something like' fell off from 'a date' and shattered almost audibly.

"Well, that'll help me avoid embarrassing myself then." You smile. "And thank you for all this, my beautification skills weren't something I had much time to refine."

"We all have our strengths," Violet says. "I know I couldn't juggle four jobs, and I assure you, my field medic skills are subpar in comparison."

Your jaw goes slack. "I have become a topic of conversation more than I realized."

Violet smiles widely. "You seem to have a solid understanding of what goes on here, and you're not entirely outside this kind of life, so I have no qualms about providing you with encouraging information."

"Ah ha haaa, you're giving me the goods on your boss." Your voice was filled with song. "I like you. I feel like I could dub you my partner in crime already."

"Close your eyes again, let me start on your makeup."

"Aye, aye." You comply and do your best to minimize moving your mouth even as you kept talking. "So what kind of pointers can you give me, and I mean like PG pointers."

You hear her giggle again, it is a light sound. "Hmmm... well, I can say that for his family he has nearly limitless patience, but that will evaporate in an instance if there's a betrayal. The young master also despises liars. I realize that is a bit heavier than you were probably expecting, (Y/N)."

"Nah, I'd assumed some of that already. How he talks about his family is genuine. How he said the word 'traitor' when I first met him carried weight as well." You admit. "I'm not surprised by the lying part, but considering how you're emphasizing it, is it safe to assume he doesn't tolerate it even in a playful way?"

"Mmhm." Violet tilts your head as she continues working. "And he's very good at detecting lies."

"Surprising him for his birthday must be a real bitch."

Violet's movements stop as she laughs. "I hope things work out between you and the young master." She says finally, resuming her work. "I feel like you'd fit in."

"Time will tell."

When Violet finishes you get a look at yourself in the mirror. You twirl a bit and admire everything. "Wow, Vye, you're amazing at this! I haven't looked this good since Pops paid to have me dolled up for a friend's wedding. Do you do this professionally, or are you just some super hobbyist?"

Violet's bell-like laugh fills the room. "I've done it as work before. I haven't done it professionally since I took over doing HR tasks for the organization."

"Yeah, I imagine having the routine of a regular job would be a risk when you're part of something like this." You stand up straight and look at the time. "Well, it's a little early, but I'm sure it'll be okay to head into the parlor and wait."

"Certainly."

The first couple steps down the hall set you on edge until you could get over the jarringly loud sound of heels on marble. Once you fell into a steady pace the constant sharp clack was less and less prominent. It wasn't like you lived in silence, but you did tend to keep your presence small. Use the gifts you were born with, as they say, and you had no intention of being a small yappy dog. Better to be a quiet, mostly unnoticed mouse.

Though, if things go how you are imagining, then your days of being out of the spot light may be severely numbered.

Click, click, click, click.

You reached the parlor doors and things seemed to play in slow motion for you. Turning to look in you see Doflamingo standing in the room waiting. He almost looks nervous, fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit. While your lavender to deep purple dress leaned toward a more blue-tint purple, his pale lavender suit leaned more toward a pink-tint. The jacket with its silk collar and subtly patterned white tie stood well against the deep purple shirt underneath, mirroring the gradient effect of your gown. You matched without matching exactly and it was elegant.

He was elegant.

When he notices you, you catch the slack-jawed reaction he has, though he composes himself with impressive speed. Catching that expression on camera would be a herculean feat. The smile that spreads across his face is either something he couldn't suppress or wasn't trying to.

You did a slow twirl and smile. "Violet does a good job, doesn't she?" You prompt, attempting to cut off any avenue he might have to compliment your appearance.

However, your supposed partner in crime betrays you. "I hardly did anything, you would've been fine without any makeup." Violet states with a smile.

Your face flushes, and you can feel the heat slide down your neck. Donquixote chuckles and steps nearer. You'd never felt like he loomed over you, even give his nearly 2-foot height advantage, but there was something about his presence right now that made goosebumps run down your back. It took all you had to not physically shiver, and you realize you were holding in a breath.

"Haaaa, this isn't any fair, Trouble." You mock whine. "I can't even tell you that you clean up nice, cause you're always wearing fancy things. But," you state, looking up at him with a smile. "Like I said before, you do have good taste."

He licked his lip involuntarily and you saw his fingers flex, "It seems I do." He admits quietly, reaching out to let a lock of your hair slip over his fingers.

This tension is murder, and it is your fault. You're the one who requested he act like a proper gentleman. You turn to Violet for assistance and suddenly realize you are completely alone in the parlor, which ratchets your internal tension up several more notches.

Doflamingo is behind you and while you couldn't see him, you could certainly sense him. You were failing miserably at maintaining your composure, and your voice didn't come out as evenly as you wanted it to when you spoke.

"Aaare we too early to head off to dinner?" You swallow, you couldn't even bring yourself to turn around and look at him right now. Sure you were ready to admit to your attraction and maybe even see where that went, but not as a pre-dinner warm up in a parlor located in the middle of Donquixote Family Central Station.

"You seem to be considering dessert first, Miss (Y/N)." He voice was a husky rumble and his warm breath slipped over your shoulders. It was all you had in you to not jump at his unexpected proximity.

"Perhaps," you admit, taking a step away from him and then turning to face him. "But here and now feel like a bad pairing of time and place." You try to keep your eyes on him while you speak, but the implication of your words does cause you to look away and you feel your ears go red.

"Plus, neither of us have eaten since breakfast." You add absently.

He sucks in a breath and then seems to have recomposed himself. "Keeping my word to you, my dear, has become more challenging than I had anticipated."

Letting you keep your word has become more challenging than I had anticipated. You scream internally.

"It seems then that... an early dinner wouldn't be a bad thing?"

The ride to the restaurant in the limo was a little intense. Doflamingo took your hand and helped you in, and then sat next you, with his arm still draped across the backseat. It was obvious that he was showing restraint even though he was sitting closer now than at any other time before. All you could think about was how easy it would be to disappear into him.

How desperately you could cling to him. Engulfed by those strong hands, devoured by lips that were more than just skilled with words. You were certain there would be nothing quiet about you in the midst of his passions.

Taking a breath in and letting it go, you look up and over at him. "So aside from being egregiously fancy, what kind of place is this restaurant?"

There was a long pause before Doflamingo replied, and you were pretty sure he was on edge more than you were. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, the usual almost neutral business tone you'd heard before.

"Have you heard of Baratie's before?" He inquires.

"Yeah, I mean, I've gone to Sister Anko's a couple times when I had a craving for desserts, but I've never gone to Baratie's proper. Well, not technically."

Doflamingo raises an eyebrow.

"Sanji's dad runs the Baratie. He learned how to cook for his café under Zeff." You explain.

"You're exceptionally well connected, Miss (Y/N)."

"I'm just cursed to keep running into interesting people, honestly." You sigh. "Terribly interesting people who are nothing but trouble."

There was a shift of fabric you realize Doflamingo was finally, and legitimately looming over you. The window between the limo's passenger seating and the front cab whirred softly to life and you saw the opaque shader come up, cutting you both off from Lao. The old man could certainly read the room.

You sense Doflamingo's face near yours even before the warm air of his words brushes across your ear. "My dear, I am under the distinct impression that you like trouble."

You couldn't bring yourself to turn toward him, but after biting your lower lip you manage to respond. "I'm beginning to think that you're not wrong about that... Trouble."

You could hear the tension in his body as his hand clenched the leather behind your head. There was more heat to his words when he spoke again, more of a growl than any purr before.

"(Y/N)."

Your voice was barely a whisper. "Violet did a good job, so if you can avoid messing any of that up, I would still consider you to be a gentleman, Mr. Donquixote, whatever else you may do."

You close your eyes as you feel him lean in, you couldn't tell if it was his breath or his lips, but something brushes the crook of your neck, and you gasp despite your best efforts. You quickly put a hand over your mouth and felt the blush in your face race down into your shoulders. You knew you had been wound up over this man, but you didn't realize just how tightly you were coiled.

He sucks in a breath, and you almost felt all the air around you evaporate. After a tense moment he lets it out against your skin, and you had to bite your lip to hold back another gasp. You feel goosebumps race along your shoulders and spine, and you feel Doflamingo lean back.

There is a heavy silence that follows, in which you finally manage to breathe after you got your heart to return to its proper place.

"This is going to be a very long dinner." You admit, letting out a nervous sigh.

"It has been an unexpectedly long day, my dear." You look over at him, and see he had both arms draped along the headrests of the back seat, his head leaned all the way back, looking up at the ceiling. You had considered teasing him about how you must be awful company but understanding the reason behind it keeps you quiet for once.

"I've enjoyed it." You say quietly. "More than I expected I would."

You hear the click of a switch and then Lao's voice comes over an intercom a moment later.

"Yes, young master?"

"Faster, Lao."

"Understood."

You feel the limo speed up, and even with the tinted windows you wonder how many laws Lao was shattering. However much faster he was going it was still a very smooth ride. It seems he wasn't the de facto chauffer for no good reason.

You both manage to compose yourselves during the short remainder of the ride to the restaurant, and you are grateful for the cooler evening air as the sun has dipped lower in the sky. You are a little surprised to see Doflamingo offer his hand to you as you step out of the limo.

"What a gentleman." You tease, taking the proffered hand, which quickly turned into your arm folded over his. He didn't hold it there, but you didn't move away from him either.

"More than I knew I was." The sly smile and the glimpse of his eyes looking down at you as you walk into the restaurant proper was enough to make you almost suggest skipping dinner entirely. Sanji might fire you if you missed a chance to eat at Zeff's, but that would be more free time for dessert.

Baratie's was an experience. The tables weren't crowded, the restaurant wasn't about packing in bodies, it was about providing an experience for those patrons who could afford it. It seemed though, that as soon as you entered, all eyes were on you both. You felt like you had walked into a grand ball with some sort of prince as an escort, and then you realize, that you kind of were doing just that.

Doflamingo wasn't an underworld boss to the eyes of most of the world. He was a model turned CEO who ran a successful international business. He had a presence, and almost none of that had to do with his nearly 7' frame. Not that the extra height hurt him by any means, but he was charismatic and famous enough to command attention regardless.

"It's really difficult for me to disappear into a crowd when you're around." You mutter, trying to throw some of your discomfort aside with a quip.

"You'll get used to it eventually." He answers. Looking up you realize he appeared to be almost completely disinterested in everyone else's existence. The way he carried himself made it feel like he was just barely giving the host enough attention to follow the man to the correct table. "If it truly bothers you, I can have them clear out the restaurant."

"Ahh hahaha," you pat the arm you had interlocked with your own. "Don't you dare."

Doflamingo pulls your chair out when you get to your table, and with a smile you sit down. "Why thank you." You grin as he pushes you and the chair in with ease, leaning down he whispers into your ear.

"Please do consider allowing me to treat you to dessert, personally."

If he kicks everyone out of the restaurant, you don't think the food would be the only thing being devoured on the table. Fortunately, the time it took him to seat himself was all you needed to shake the desire out of your head enough to focus on eating. You needed to focus, there was one more important thing to talk about before things got any more intimate.

"Before, uh, dessert, there's something important I feel I need to make sure you're aware of." You could feel his eyes on you, even if they were still behind his glasses. "I know you dug into my personal information enough to find me at Eustass' shop, but I need to know how deep you went."

"I considered it." He admits. "Looking into your entire history, but I felt that would've been rude in the face of what you had done on my behalf. Monet does know all of it, and I instructed her to only tell me what I needed to know to find you."

You smile a little sadly, but only because you can't imagine that whatever Monet found was as close to the truth.

You swirl the wine in your glass and the look on your face gives Doflamingo pause. "I'll have to ask Monet to let me see the official report." You take a drink, but you don't empty the glass. "But I feel like with you there's no reason for me to soften this story, so I apologize for how blunt I'm about to be."

"I would rather a painful truth, than a sweet lie, my dear."

You look around to make sure no one was approaching your table. "When I was six years old I watched my father kill my mother in the middle of the Raid on the Moim." It was an infamous event that had happened in another part of the nation 20 years ago. The Moim was basically a mobster's convention that the local authorities didn't have the power to stop. It was a huge economical boon for the area, so no other authority stepped in against it either. The first person to "successfully" raid the Moim was your father, though it was hardly successful – the Moim continued to this day, every couple of years.

Doflamingo sets his cutlery down and crosses his arms.

"I figured you'd understand all that." Letting out a small sigh, you continue. "He did that, to prove to the man who had been holding her hostage, that he wouldn't be intimidated. After he... after he shot her five times, he turned his gun toward me.

"Pops had been there with Marco and Thatch, and while Thatch rushed my father, Marco grabbed me and took me away from there. Pops took me in, and the rest is history. And I tell you all this, because before we do anything more than we have, you have a right to know who my biological father is.

"None other than the current Director of Organized Crime for the Grandline Marines, Admiral Sakazuki." You raise your glass as you say his name, in a small salute. "May he live in agony," and with that, you finish the glass.

You set the empty glass down and look into Doflamingo's eyes as best you could. "If this changes your plans for the remainder of the evening, I will understand."

He was silent for long moments, and eventually resumes eating. You continue eating in silence as well, until he finally asks a question.

"Was that the last time you spoke to him?"

You shake your head. "No. I had Pops connect me when I was 11. I called him. I wasn't even sure what I had expected from the call, but it wasn't like anything was really said. He said his wife and child had been murdered years before and if I insisted on harassing him, he would see me imprisoned.

"That." you says, pushing back anger in your voice, "was the last time I spoke to him."

"I appreciate you telling me this," Doflamingo states evenly, taking another bite of food before he continues. "But if you expected it to change my plans, it has not."

The desire slips into his voice so fiercely you almost choke on what you're eating. You shouldn't have been surprised at all, you'd been playing some kind of cat and mouse game since Wednesday when he came into Eustass' shop. Maybe even before that. It didn't really escalate until Friday, but it certainly hadn't settled since then.

"It may be asking a bit much, Mr. Donquixote, but if I'm understanding the offer of dessert as well as I believe I am, then I should be clear that I haven't had that kind of dessert as yet." You say, not looking at him, and maintaining your focus on the food before you. If he made any kind of face or gesture, you miss it, and meant to miss it. After a moment, you do look at him pointing a fork at him. "And not because I dislike the idea of it. I'm not expecting eternal devotion or anything in exchange, I just... never got around to it is all."

The devious grin that spreads across his face makes you wish you'd still stayed focused on your food. "Curiosity compels me, if you're so willing to partake, why haven't you before now?"

You shrug. "Maybe it's something as simple as the fact that no one's been able to keep up with me until now. Plus, I grew up with Pops' boys for brothers. I'm sure you can imagine how many people were able to face that obstacle.

"And, I did specifically ask Pops to not reach out to you and tell you I was the one that helped you. I honestly hadn't expected to see you again."

"Truly?"

You pause, and really consider things. "No, I suppose not. I don't know everything about you, but I guess I knew enough by the end of Sunday to know better. Regardless, I... can't say I dislike anything about the outcome of it all."

Dinner finished with you both politely declining dessert. With everything sorted you were being helped into the limo by Lao. You heard Doflamingo's voice speak to the elder man, but you couldn't make out the words, your focus was already elsewhere. You considered moving to one of the side seats, but instead you parked yourself right in the middle of the backseat.

After a moment, Doflamingo steps into the back. A pleased hum from him was enough to make your face red all over again. You were going to get dizzy from the blood rushing all over your body at this rate.

He kneels in front of you, his knees on the floor of the limo on either side of your feet. Releasing the buttons of his suit jack he puts a hand on the head rest of the backset, caging you against the seat. What you knew of him made you understand he was someone who preferred to be in control. With the heat rolling off him, you were tempted to let him control things as he pleased, but at the same time you didn't want to get completely swept away.

You thought you had a decent chance too, until he took off his shades.

[hedonistic-peacock]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 9: A Date

After a long soak in the biggest tub you think you've ever soaked in, you dried your hair and got mostly dressed. You weren't comfortable stepping out of the room in a robe, so you sent a text to Doflamingo.

(Y/N): I regretfully admit my makeup and hair styling skills are not up to par with the dress you've provided, so if you could send someone to assist, I would appreciate it.

Trouble: Violet will be there shortly.

After a few minutes and a polite knock, Violet came in and started helping you to get ready. As she was skillfully pinning up your hair and making soft curls to frame your face you risked asking something embarrassing.

"Miss Violet, if I ask you something that could be used against me, are you required to inform your boss about it?" Your eyes were closed so you couldn't see her face, but you could hear the smile in her voice.

"As long as nothing you say could compromise the family or our business, we can pass our time together with some exclusive girl-talk." She replies.

You didn't move and just went for it. "Is he seeing anyone?"

Violet giggles. "Not for some years now, no. And before you ask, he hasn't had any recent dalliances, either." Violet puts a finger under your chin and tilts it up, prompting you to open your eyes. "Unless, perhaps, we count you, Miss (Y/N)."

Ah. That 'something like' fell off from 'a date' and shattered almost audibly.

"Well, that'll help me avoid embarrassing myself then." You smile. "And thank you for all this, my beautification skills weren't something I had much time to refine."

"We all have our strengths," Violet says. "I know I couldn't juggle four jobs, and I assure you, my field medic skills are subpar in comparison."

Your jaw goes slack. "I have become a topic of conversation more than I realized."

Violet smiles widely. "You seem to have a solid understanding of what goes on here, and you're not entirely outside this kind of life, so I have no qualms about providing you with encouraging information."

"Ah ha haaa, you're giving me the goods on your boss." Your voice was filled with song. "I like you. I feel like I could dub you my partner in crime already."

"Close your eyes again, let me start on your makeup."

"Aye, aye." You comply and do your best to minimize moving your mouth even as you kept talking. "So what kind of pointers can you give me, and I mean like PG pointers."

You hear her giggle again, it is a light sound. "Hmmm... well, I can say that for his family he has nearly limitless patience, but that will evaporate in an instance if there's a betrayal. The young master also despises liars. I realize that is a bit heavier than you were probably expecting, (Y/N)."

"Nah, I'd assumed some of that already. How he talks about his family is genuine. How he said the word 'traitor' when I first met him carried weight as well." You admit. "I'm not surprised by the lying part, but considering how you're emphasizing it, is it safe to assume he doesn't tolerate it even in a playful way?"

"Mmhm." Violet tilts your head as she continues working. "And he's very good at detecting lies."

"Surprising him for his birthday must be a real bitch."

Violet's movements stop as she laughs. "I hope things work out between you and the young master." She says finally, resuming her work. "I feel like you'd fit in."

"Time will tell."

When Violet finishes you get a look at yourself in the mirror. You twirl a bit and admire everything. "Wow, Vye, you're amazing at this! I haven't looked this good since Pops paid to have me dolled up for a friend's wedding. Do you do this professionally, or are you just some super hobbyist?"

Violet's bell-like laugh fills the room. "I've done it as work before. I haven't done it professionally since I took over doing HR tasks for the organization."

"Yeah, I imagine having the routine of a regular job would be a risk when you're part of something like this." You stand up straight and look at the time. "Well, it's a little early, but I'm sure it'll be okay to head into the parlor and wait."

"Certainly."

The first couple steps down the hall set you on edge until you could get over the jarringly loud sound of heels on marble. Once you fell into a steady pace the constant sharp clack was less and less prominent. It wasn't like you lived in silence, but you did tend to keep your presence small. Use the gifts you were born with, as they say, and you had no intention of being a small yappy dog. Better to be a quiet, mostly unnoticed mouse.

Though, if things go how you are imagining, then your days of being out of the spot light may be severely numbered.

Click, click, click, click.

You reached the parlor doors and things seemed to play in slow motion for you. Turning to look in you see Doflamingo standing in the room waiting. He almost looks nervous, fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit. While your lavender to deep purple dress leaned toward a more blue-tint purple, his pale lavender suit leaned more toward a pink-tint. The jacket with its silk collar and subtly patterned white tie stood well against the deep purple shirt underneath, mirroring the gradient effect of your gown. You matched without matching exactly and it was elegant.

He was elegant.

When he notices you, you catch the slack-jawed reaction he has, though he composes himself with impressive speed. Catching that expression on camera would be a herculean feat. The smile that spreads across his face is either something he couldn't suppress or wasn't trying to.

You did a slow twirl and smile. "Violet does a good job, doesn't she?" You prompt, attempting to cut off any avenue he might have to compliment your appearance.

However, your supposed partner in crime betrays you. "I hardly did anything, you would've been fine without any makeup." Violet states with a smile.

Your face flushes, and you can feel the heat slide down your neck. Donquixote chuckles and steps nearer. You'd never felt like he loomed over you, even give his nearly 2-foot height advantage, but there was something about his presence right now that made goosebumps run down your back. It took all you had to not physically shiver, and you realize you were holding in a breath.

"Haaaa, this isn't any fair, Trouble." You mock whine. "I can't even tell you that you clean up nice, cause you're always wearing fancy things. But," you state, looking up at him with a smile. "Like I said before, you do have good taste."

He licked his lip involuntarily and you saw his fingers flex, "It seems I do." He admits quietly, reaching out to let a lock of your hair slip over his fingers.

This tension is murder, and it is your fault. You're the one who requested he act like a proper gentleman. You turn to Violet for assistance and suddenly realize you are completely alone in the parlor, which ratchets your internal tension up several more notches.

Doflamingo is behind you and while you couldn't see him, you could certainly sense him. You were failing miserably at maintaining your composure, and your voice didn't come out as evenly as you wanted it to when you spoke.

"Aaare we too early to head off to dinner?" You swallow, you couldn't even bring yourself to turn around and look at him right now. Sure you were ready to admit to your attraction and maybe even see where that went, but not as a pre-dinner warm up in a parlor located in the middle of Donquixote Family Central Station.

"You seem to be considering dessert first, Miss (Y/N)." He voice was a husky rumble and his warm breath slipped over your shoulders. It was all you had in you to not jump at his unexpected proximity.

"Perhaps," you admit, taking a step away from him and then turning to face him. "But here and now feel like a bad pairing of time and place." You try to keep your eyes on him while you speak, but the implication of your words does cause you to look away and you feel your ears go red.

"Plus, neither of us have eaten since breakfast." You add absently.

He sucks in a breath and then seems to have recomposed himself. "Keeping my word to you, my dear, has become more challenging than I had anticipated."

Letting you keep your word has become more challenging than I had anticipated. You scream internally.

"It seems then that... an early dinner wouldn't be a bad thing?"

The ride to the restaurant in the limo was a little intense. Doflamingo took your hand and helped you in, and then sat next you, with his arm still draped across the backseat. It was obvious that he was showing restraint even though he was sitting closer now than at any other time before. All you could think about was how easy it would be to disappear into him.

How desperately you could cling to him. Engulfed by those strong hands, devoured by lips that were more than just skilled with words. You were certain there would be nothing quiet about you in the midst of his passions.

Taking a breath in and letting it go, you look up and over at him. "So aside from being egregiously fancy, what kind of place is this restaurant?"

There was a long pause before Doflamingo replied, and you were pretty sure he was on edge more than you were. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, the usual almost neutral business tone you'd heard before.

"Have you heard of Baratie's before?" He inquires.

"Yeah, I mean, I've gone to Sister Anko's a couple times when I had a craving for desserts, but I've never gone to Baratie's proper. Well, not technically."

Doflamingo raises an eyebrow.

"Sanji's dad runs the Baratie. He learned how to cook for his café under Zeff." You explain.

"You're exceptionally well connected, Miss (Y/N)."

"I'm just cursed to keep running into interesting people, honestly." You sigh. "Terribly interesting people who are nothing but trouble."

There was a shift of fabric you realize Doflamingo was finally, and legitimately looming over you. The window between the limo's passenger seating and the front cab whirred softly to life and you saw the opaque shader come up, cutting you both off from Lao. The old man could certainly read the room.

You sense Doflamingo's face near yours even before the warm air of his words brushes across your ear. "My dear, I am under the distinct impression that you like trouble."

You couldn't bring yourself to turn toward him, but after biting your lower lip you manage to respond. "I'm beginning to think that you're not wrong about that... Trouble."

You could hear the tension in his body as his hand clenched the leather behind your head. There was more heat to his words when he spoke again, more of a growl than any purr before.

"(Y/N)."

Your voice was barely a whisper. "Violet did a good job, so if you can avoid messing any of that up, I would still consider you to be a gentleman, Mr. Donquixote, whatever else you may do."

You close your eyes as you feel him lean in, you couldn't tell if it was his breath or his lips, but something brushes the crook of your neck, and you gasp despite your best efforts. You quickly put a hand over your mouth and felt the blush in your face race down into your shoulders. You knew you had been wound up over this man, but you didn't realize just how tightly you were coiled.

He sucks in a breath, and you almost felt all the air around you evaporate. After a tense moment he lets it out against your skin, and you had to bite your lip to hold back another gasp. You feel goosebumps race along your shoulders and spine, and you feel Doflamingo lean back.

There is a heavy silence that follows, in which you finally manage to breathe after you got your heart to return to its proper place.

"This is going to be a very long dinner." You admit, letting out a nervous sigh.

"It has been an unexpectedly long day, my dear." You look over at him, and see he had both arms draped along the headrests of the back seat, his head leaned all the way back, looking up at the ceiling. You had considered teasing him about how you must be awful company but understanding the reason behind it keeps you quiet for once.

"I've enjoyed it." You say quietly. "More than I expected I would."

You hear the click of a switch and then Lao's voice comes over an intercom a moment later.

"Yes, young master?"

"Faster, Lao."

"Understood."

You feel the limo speed up, and even with the tinted windows you wonder how many laws Lao was shattering. However much faster he was going it was still a very smooth ride. It seems he wasn't the de facto chauffeur for no good reason.

You both manage to compose yourselves during the short remainder of the ride to the restaurant, and you are grateful for the cooler evening air as the sun has dipped lower in the sky. You are a little surprised to see Doflamingo offer his hand to you as you step out of the limo.

"What a gentleman." You tease, taking the proffered hand, which quickly turned into your arm folded over his. He didn't hold it there, but you didn't move away from him either.

"More than I knew I was." The sly smile and the glimpse of his eyes looking down at you as you walk into the restaurant proper was enough to make you almost suggest skipping dinner entirely. Sanji might fire you if you missed a chance to eat at Zeff's, but that would be more free time for dessert.

Baratie's was an experience. The tables weren't crowded, the restaurant wasn't about packing in bodies, it was about providing an experience for those patrons who could afford it. It seemed though, that as soon as you entered, all eyes were on you both. You felt like you had walked into a grand ball with some sort of prince as an escort, and then you realize, that you kind of were doing just that.

Doflamingo wasn't an underworld boss to the eyes of most of the world. He was a model turned CEO who ran a successful international business. He had a presence, and almost none of that had to do with his nearly 7' frame. Not that the extra height hurt him by any means, but he was charismatic and famous enough to command attention regardless.

"It's really difficult for me to disappear into a crowd when you're around." You mutter, trying to throw some of your discomfort aside with a quip.

"You'll get used to it eventually." He answers. Looking up you realize he appeared to be almost completely disinterested in everyone else's existence. The way he carried himself made it feel like he was just barely giving the host enough attention to follow the man to the correct table. "If it truly bothers you, I can have them clear out the restaurant."

"Ahh hahaha," you pat the arm you had interlocked with your own. "Don't you dare."

Doflamingo pulls your chair out when you get to your table, and with a smile you sit down. "Why thank you." You grin as he pushes you and the chair in with ease, leaning down he whispers into your ear.

"Please do consider allowing me to treat you to dessert, personally."

If he kicks everyone out of the restaurant, you don't think the food would be the only thing being devoured on the table. Fortunately, the time it took him to seat himself was all you needed to shake the desire out of your head enough to focus on eating. You needed to focus, there was one more important thing to talk about before things got any more intimate.

"Before, uh, dessert, there's something important I feel I need to make sure you're aware of." You could feel his eyes on you, even if they were still behind his glasses. "I know you dug into my personal information enough to find me at Eustass' shop, but I need to know how deep you went."

"I considered it." He admits. "Looking into your entire history, but I felt that would've been rude in the face of what you had done on my behalf. Monet does know all of it, and I instructed her to only tell me what I needed to know to find you."

You smile a little sadly, but only because you can't imagine that whatever Monet found was as close to the truth.

You swirl the wine in your glass and the look on your face gives Doflamingo pause. "I'll have to ask Monet to let me see the official report." You take a drink, but you don't empty the glass. "But I feel like with you there's no reason for me to soften this story, so I apologize for how blunt I'm about to be."

"I would rather a painful truth, than a sweet lie, my dear."

You look around to make sure no one was approaching your table. "When I was six years old I watched my father kill my mother in the middle of the Raid on the Moim." It was an infamous event that had happened in another part of the nation 20 years ago. The Moim was basically a mobster's convention that the local authorities didn't have the power to stop. It was a huge economical boon for the area, so no other authority stepped in against it either. The first person to "successfully" raid the Moim was your father, though it was hardly successful – the Moim continued to this day, every couple of years.

Doflamingo sets his cutlery down and crosses his arms.

"I figured you'd understand all that." Letting out a small sigh, you continue. "He did that, to prove to the man who had been holding her hostage, that he wouldn't be intimidated. After he... after he shot her five times, he turned his gun toward me.

"Pops had been there with Marco and Thatch, and while Thatch rushed my father, Marco grabbed me and took me away from there. Pops took me in, and the rest is history. And I tell you all this, because before we do anything more than we have, you have a right to know who my biological father is.

"None other than the current Director of Organized Crime for the Grandline Marines, Admiral Sakazuki." You raise your glass as you say his name, in a small salute. "May he live in agony," and with that, you finish the glass.

You set the empty glass down and look into Doflamingo's eyes as best you could. "If this changes your plans for the remainder of the evening, I will understand."

He was silent for long moments, and eventually resumes eating. You continue eating in silence as well, until he finally asks a question.

"Was that the last time you spoke to him?"

You shake your head. "No. I had Pops connect me when I was 11. I called him. I wasn't even sure what I had expected from the call, but it wasn't like anything was really said. He said his wife and child had been murdered years before and if I insisted on harassing him, he would see me imprisoned.

"That." you says, pushing back anger in your voice, "was the last time I spoke to him."

"I appreciate you telling me this," Doflamingo states evenly, taking another bite of food before he continues. "But if you expected it to change my plans, it has not."

The desire slips into his voice so fiercely you almost choke on what you're eating. You shouldn't have been surprised at all, you'd been playing some kind of cat and mouse game since Wednesday when he came into Eustass' shop. Maybe even before that. It didn't really escalate until Friday, but it certainly hadn't settled since then.

"It may be asking a bit much, Mr. Donquixote, but if I'm understanding the offer of dessert as well as I believe I am, then I should be clear that I haven't had that kind of dessert as yet." You say, not looking at him, and maintaining your focus on the food before you. If he made any kind of face or gesture, you miss it, and meant to miss it. After a moment, you do look at him pointing a fork at him. "And not because I dislike the idea of it. I'm not expecting eternal devotion or anything in exchange, I just... never got around to it is all."

The devious grin that spreads across his face makes you wish you'd still stayed focused on your food. "Curiosity compels me, if you're so willing to partake, why haven't you before now?"

You shrug. "Maybe it's something as simple as the fact that no one's been able to keep up with me until now. Plus, I grew up with Pops' boys for brothers. I'm sure you can imagine how many people were able to face that obstacle.

"And, I did specifically ask Pops to not reach out to you and tell you I was the one that helped you. I honestly hadn't expected to see you again."

"Truly?"

You pause, and really consider things. "No, I suppose not. I don't know everything about you, but I guess I knew enough by the end of Sunday to know better. Regardless, I... can't say I dislike anything about the outcome of it all."

Dinner finished with you both politely declining dessert. With everything sorted you were being helped into the limo by Lao. You heard Doflamingo's voice speak to the elder man, but you couldn't make out the words, your focus was already elsewhere. You considered moving to one of the side seats, but instead you parked yourself right in the middle of the backseat.

After a moment, Doflamingo steps into the back. A pleased hum from him was enough to make your face red all over again. You were going to get dizzy from the blood rushing all over your body at this rate.

He kneels in front of you, his knees on the floor of the limo on either side of your feet. Releasing the buttons of his suit jack he puts a hand on the head rest of the backseat, caging you against the seat. What you knew of him made you understand he was someone who preferred to be in control. With the heat rolling off him, you were tempted to let him control things as he pleased, but at the same time you didn't want to get completely swept away.

You thought you had a decent chance too, until he took off his shades.

[toiletwipes]

Okay but imagine you find one of the cameras while he's at your place. You've gone into your room to get a sweater bc its cold and you spot it, and decide to give whoever planted it a show later once he leaves.

A few hours later, you've taken a shower, and had been prepping your hole for what's to come. You grab your favourite dildo, and a vibrater. You insert the vibe first, tantalizingly low and on your desk chair, so the camera can see it well. After setting it to max, you move it to your clit, and moved to sit on the dildo, it's blue silicon now covered in your slick.  As you fuck yourself relentlessly, moan fill the air as you pant, and you find yourself moaning wilbur's name, wishing he was there, that it was his cock filling you up so fully.

He was surprised, but couldn't resist the heat that built up,

And with you, so loudly, praising his dick, and how good he feels fucking you, he palms himself. Grabbing the lube he keeps by the bedside, and pulls his length out from his pants, and slicks it up before making quick work of himself. He moans your name, wishing he had stayed to watch you wreck yourself, to rail you himself. He found himself watching you closely, watching how you pleasure yourself to store the information for later use. He came with you, both moaning the other's name and they wished they could be together, that wilbur was there for you to fuck, for you to rut against. 

The next time you invited him over, he was a mess, while you seemed so chill, so normal, so....casual. He wasn't any of those, he could only think of the show, of your hair wet and water dripping down your body as you thrusted yourself on the blue cock. You snapped in front of his face

"Are you okay? You seem a bit oof?" Oh why did you have to be so genuine, so caring, so lovely?

"I'm fine! I'm just....." I just want to be touch you, be with you, breed you, own you, "I'm just a bit tired, may be coming down with something,  maybe" he finished

"Do you want to rest in my room for a bit? I can make you some tea, if that'll help" Oh god you are so kind, so perfect,  so wonderful.

"Yes....yes please " you walked him to your bed, and made sure he was comfortable, even adding your favourite stuffie that smelt so much of you from how much you cuddle it. He knew he was in trouble once he too, cuddled it once you left, because he bucked slightly against. He could hear you wash the kettle, and tried to remember how long it usually took you to make tea....almost thirty minutes, he thinks.  He can probably relieve himself in that time. He quickly moved so he was positioned on top of your stuffed pink puppy doll, and rolled his hips, already feeling the heat become unbearable.

All he smelt was you, and idea of his scent mixing with yours as he fucked himself on the puppy doll was intoxicating.  He's seen you cuddle it, almost every night, he sometimes wished it was him, once again.

He came, much faster than he thought, just as the kettle started to whistle. 

You poured the water into his cup, and one for yourself. Placing tea bags in to steep, you covered them, and went to check on the sick boy.

You discovered him roughly humping your doll, a doll you've had since you were 8, and covering his mouth to hide his moans. That's when everything clicked, the cameras were his, he wasn't sick, he was horny. He watched you masturbate to the thought of him. You left to check on the tea, glad he didn't notice you there, watching him with your pussy becoming slick and thighs squeezing themselves in want of friction.

Adding sugar and cream to his, you decided, why not? He was already fucking himself, you could make this more fun, and you had a devious idea. Moving to a spice cabinet,  you were glad you had a witch phase in high school, and that you remember which spices you need to make an aphrodisiac.  Hopefully, you could pretend to be innocently giving him tea, and he can rut himself into such a horny state that he's forced to ask you for relief.  This would be fun.

-poppy (this is the thing I've been working on!!! I hope you like it. I'm not the best writer yet)

ALDJSJDJDH I DO LIKE IT, LOVE IT, THIS IS

OH MY GOD.

The first part, yes of course, put on that show y/n. And the second half with simpbur??? unable to control himself and be decent?? absolutely amazing.

AND APHRODISIACS??? I'm dead. Bestie I AM DEAD.

And shut up you are so good at writing, this just proves it even more. Thank you so much poppy for sharing this with us!!!

[vegandoughnut]

PART 5: Are You Kitting Me?

"You're good to go, Anekke" says Stephen, scribbling on his clipboard as if he were actually using it for something. Anekke frowns.

"I can't just finish the hour?" She presses, nearly pouting.

"Fine but make sure you clock out on the dot. I just don't have the patience this evening" Stephen says, voice laden with an exhaustion that doesn't even make sense. Anekke continues to spray some of the food prep surfaces with the natural mint scented surface cleaner and wipes with the cleaning rag.

Humbert hums in a whiny pitch as he adds the finishing touches to another serving of the Fall Special. Black anise waffles, vibrant orange pumpkin ice cream, chocolate chips and raisins, cat face drawn with chocolate or molasses. The ingredients seem to have plastered themselves all over Anekke's brain. She mutters them to herself as she cleans.

"What's that?" Comes Humbert's voice.

She ignores him, almost laughing with relief when Kitt joins them behind the counter. Kitt looks tired, with dark circles forming under her eyes. She flashes a smile to counter it.

"You need a coffee" Anekke says.

"You've never been more right" Kitt replies, picking up the staff french press off the ceramic hot plate, and pouring herself a mug of aromatic medium roast. "I have like five minutes to snag Gary Nygard's autograph but I just can't bring myself to. This is a once in a lifetime thing. Like. He's going back to Finland at some point. The band doesn't even tour anymore. Today literally feels like a weird dream and I don't know how to move. Like I'm walking through invisible cake batter or something"

"This is not a therapy session. You have a customer Kittie" says Humbert. Kitt sucks her teeth before turning to face the rest of the cafe to take a customer's order.

"You know we already have a supervisor and a manager right?" Anekke says through clenched teeth. Even if Humbert had said it to Kumlyun instead of Kitt, she would still jump in on the defense. She was getting tired of Humbert's antics, and was glad she'd be going home soon.

Humbert grunts and gets back to putting together a catering box.

"Wow" says Anekke, shaking her head.

A customer walks up to the bar holding Salem, the chill black cat purred softly in his arms. He orders an oat milk vanilla shake. She let's Kitt take that order, then goes back to cleaning, annoyed that earlier Kumlyun had implied the mess was made by her, when really it was probably Harper who was often sloppy with the food prep and forgetful of cleaning up. But at least she made Kumlyun look bad by implying she came in on her day off on purpose.

Finally some serenity blankets the cafe when all the customers are seated and eating, drinking or petting or feeding the cats they were paired with. Anekke quickly checks her pocket planner and crosses off a few things she remembered to do.

Memorize the recipe for the blueberry muffins by heart. Check. Disinfect the sink. Check. Renew library checkouts online. Check. Schedule a dentist appointment for next week. Check. Organize the discarded customer cards into her little file folder. Check.

"Anekke"

Anekke nearly jumps out of her skin when Kitt places a hand on her shoulder from behind.

"You scared me Kitt" she says, stealthily shrugging out from under her hand.

"I seem to do that for a lot of people" she says with a frown. "Anyway, what time are you leaving? so I know when to mentally prepare for the next few grueling hours behind this counter"

"Honestly just 30 minutes to go" says Anekke, taking a sneaky bite of the energy bar she hid in her half apron.

"Okay. Thanks" says Kitt.

Carl turns to look at the counter and smiles warmly when he coincidentally catches Anekke's eye. She smiles back quickly but goes back to her resting face just as soon.

"Hey Carl, want to cover for me real quick?" Kitt calls from the bar, undoing her waist apron.

Carl walks over immediately, and almost trips over a feathered pet toy but regains his balance without much embarrassment. Anekke watches intently. Still nervous, that one.

"You'll be working with the pretty blond, she should have no problem drawing in lots of orders so you can take a few pointers" says Kitt to Carl. Anekke's head spins upon hearing the strange sentence, and she wonders what Kitt was really saying. She had to force herself not to spiral into the whirlpool forming inside of her. What does she mean? What does that mean? Is it face value? Is there a joke or jab hidden in the arrangement of the words? Why does Kumlyun complain so much? Does Kumlyun whisper lies about Anekke to Kitt? Is Kitt trustworthy? Is Kitt priming Carl against her? She said "pretty blond". Maybe she should go to HR about Kitt. That'll make things make sense.

Carl and Kitt switch places. Carl ties a waist apron on and picks up a few beechwood mixing spoons. Why?

"Break a leg" Anekke tells Kitt who walks carefully towards Gary Nygard. Kitt flashes a confident cheese smile before heading straight for the Special Guest, the charming gothic rock star who had been in the cafe since before noon.

Anekke had thought he'd looked familiar, then realized he was a member of a band that had been really popular back when she was in high school. Yuck, she thinks, picturing those cringey teenage years in her mind with distaste. It was hard to imagine Kitt was one of the spooky kids who were obsessed with vampires and fingerless gloves, but who would've imagined that "pretty blond" Anekke was a nerd with no friends? The one who, even if she tried to make a joke, it came off as awkward or distasteful? Why were these things bothering her so suddenly?

20 minutes pass. Two customers came. Carl had watched eagerly when Anekke operated the waffle maker which she hated completely. The waffles would sometimes have holes in the outer pockets around the edges if the batter didn't spread perfectly. That's why she hated it.

"See you guys on Thursday" Anekke says, gathering her khaki trench coat, personal mug and backpack. It was without really looking at anyone in particular.

A few co-workers say bye in friendly voices. Why so friendly? Do they think she's stupid? Childish?

Then Carl says, "thanks for the tip about the waffle maker. I'm sure people prefer a perfect waffle over the skeleton of one" he says with a warm smile, trying to make her laugh probably. Anekke nods then goes out the door, relieved beyond words.

Kitt pulls her fingers through her dreads, which were the color of fallen leaves--- the characteristic Autumn hue between plum and red. She felt just slightly embarrassed to meet one of her teenage rock idols looking like a millennial-barista-spoken-word-slam-night-attendee-who-keeps-a-million-potted -succulents-around-their-house person, but so it goes. Some of teen-life's craziest caterpillars emerged from their cocoons as less stand-outy butterflies.

But there he was. Gary Nygard looking exactly the same, though less dressy, as she remembered during the heyday of Finnish metal's popularity in her generation. Jetty curtains of hair. The cozy cat skull sweatshirt over the pants with the boots. Gosh his legs were so perfectly thin. Kitt shakes her head.

"Darling" Nygard's voice steals Kitt's attention as he strokes just under the fuzzy siamese cat Sandra's chin. He is smiling slightly. "Is all well?" he says nodding towards her, like he could sense her trepidation, "this is a lovely place, beautiful really. Tell your boss, see, to keep doing whatever he or she is doing to keep it going. The cats are so dear, and you, all of you, have been lovely hosts"

He's so sweet and down to earth and candid and Scandinavian and beautiful and what inspired that song.... and will the band ever get back together and what does he do now that the band is... omg stop brain, stop it.... Kitt thinks.

"How long has the place been running for? It seems like a very hip sort of thing, an import, from Japan maybe... lovely country, Japan. They're very nice there" he continues as Sandra squirms and scratches at his sweater. But Gary Nygard is on to the silly cat, trying to distract her by scratching behind her ears while her head is turned in the opposite directions.

Kitt's mouth opens and closes. She blinks a mile a minute yet there's no wind in her face.

"Just a few years" Kitt responds, finding her composure again and holding onto it for dear life. "Yeah cat cafes, well, themed cafes in general, seem to be way more popular over there. This is kind of a knock---"

"A knock-off, but very nice" he finishes for her with a chuckle. He scratches his head then throws back the last of his green smoothie, Sandra sitting snugly nuzzled into his side on the velvet highback chair. Kitt watches the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows the drink, the pale white of his throat exposed and blinding.

Suddenly she forgets that she can language, and just clasps and un-clasps her hands.

"It was lovely. Truly" he says, getting up from the chair. All 5'10 of him. Sandra scampers off across the cafe to bother some of the other kitties. "Kittie? Was that your name? Good girl" he mutters, pulling on his faux fur jacket. Kitt stands there dumbly.

She is frozen as he crosses the room towards the front door. She pretends to go fix tables near there then discreetly says, "wait. Sorry just a minute"

He stops and turns to face her, pulling a dark grey beanie over his hair and looking more and more like a mysterious pedestrian, becoming less and less real at the same despite. He was crossing the threshold of Kitt's world, reality, back into the far away world of teen angst nostalgia and dreams come true and old fires doused.

"I was a big fan when I was high school..." she says, quietly, softly, only he could hear.

He grins. A warm and genuine smile that touches his eyes that turn up slightly at the outer corners, like a cat's. He hands her his VIP customer lanyard and tag with his name and personality notes on there in his real life, almost-neat handwriting. The one thing customers usually toss.

"Thank you for today, Kittie" he says, with a brief, too light pat on her shoulder.

Then he's out the door.

Just like that.

A dream.

[lawyers627]

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