#hmm... we'll find out eventually!

[seasons-of-death]

bf!rafe x pogue!reader cooking

warnings: suggestive language, nsfw, fluff i literally got this idea when i was cooking and my delusional ass was like "hmm i wonder what it'd be like to cook with rafe..."

there are a lot of things that rafe cameron was good at; being a sneaky motherfucker, manipulating people to do as he wishes, and of course ...

but it only took you a few weeks to find out one thing that he hadn't mastered, and that was the art of cooking. to be fair, if your family had been as rich as him, you probably wouldn't either, the boy having grown on meals prepared by professional chefs, and before his mother's passing, hers.

meanwhile, you had known how to cook pretty much ever since you were old enough to reach the stove, cooking for yourself whenever your parents were working late, and eventually cooking for your siblings as well. your parents never told you that you needed to learn how to cook; you simply wanted to take some of the burden off their shoulders, knowing that your father worked two jobs while your mother worked as a cashier despite her back being damaged for as long as you could remember.

one time, about two weeks into your first date, rafe had tried to cook for you and... it didn't end well. almost every part of his dish, (except for the store-bought garlic bread) had burnt, and he apologized while he was ordering more dishes than you could even dream of eating to his family's home. eventually, the leftovers ended up at your house, feeding your family for a good few days.

it had only been a joke; you'd casually said "hey, what if i teach you how to cook?" but it seemed that rafe had taken it completely seriously. and if he was in, who were you to say no to that exciting look on the boy's face?

"rafe, if we're actually gonna get something done, you're gonna have to let go of me eventually." you chuckled, the boy's arms wrapped around your torso.

"i could just eat you for dinner..." he said, pressing tempting kisses on your neck while you were chopping up a bit of chili pepper to add into the recipe; rafe had sworn that he could handle the heat, but you were curious if that was really the case, or if he was just showing off as usual.

you turned around, pressing a quick, playful kiss on the boy's lips, "we'll see if you'll get to have me for dessert." you said, a grin on your lips as you continued cooking, and rafe swore that he was paying attention to your lesson, but you knew that the part he was the most excited about was the fact that he was able to manhandle you without you smacking his hand away, his hands already resting on your tits.

after about thirty minutes, the two of you were seated at the table, each of you trying the new pasta recipe you found. "shit, this is good..." rafe said, before taking a long chug of water, and you immediately knew what had caused it.

"babe, if you wanna relieve some of the spice, you're gonna have to drink milk or something. y'know, sometimes when i smoke up with my friends, we have chocolate milk on the side to help with the sore throat." you chuckle, watching as he rises to his feet and pours himself a glass of milk.

after a short moment, he returned to the table shaking his head, a wide grin on his lips as he pressed a kiss on your cheek. "you know, i'm definitely gonna need to have some of you for dessert."

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Devourer

Astarion x F! Tav

18+ predator/prey, adrenaline, dry humping, restraint, roughness, spit, biting, p-in-v, aftercare, scary vampire sex what can I say

Your beloved vampire has gotten very comfortable with you. But you wonder of he's been holding back some of his more supernatural tendencies...

Masterlist

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"Love?"

"Hmm?" He intoned warmly, reaching out on instinct to find you as you came up behind him. A book open in his lap.

You leaned down, sating his searching fingers into yours. Kissing his knuckles softly.

"I have a question..."

He leaned his head back over the lip of the loveseat, looking up at you.

"I may have an answer." He teased, eyes round and trusting. Face relaxed. Open.

It still made your heart spin when he looked at you like that. You didn't know if you'd ever get used to it.

Which made your question all the more conflicting and potentially invasive.

"So you're a vampire..." You started.

"Ah, so you've caught on."

You gave him a withering look, only inciting a wider grin from him.

"You don't have to answer this, by the way."

"I have faith that we'll get to your question eventually."

You sighed in defeat to his laugh, stepping over the back of the loveseat. Tucking your legs next to his open lap.

"Do you ever have to... remind yourself to act mortal?" You waved your hand as you searched for words.

You didn't want to use the word pretend but that was closer to what you meant.

"Like in order to not scare people you kind of... pantomime? Gods, I don't know what I'm trying to say."

His voice was low, somber.

"Mask is the word you're looking for."

"Yeah..." You looked at him, trying to gauge if this line of questioning was too much.

"Well, the answer is mostly yes. A lot of my body's behaviors are muscle memory. But it can be a manual effort, depending on the situation."

He bent his wrist up, turning his forearm out. That little pop in the twisting joint.

"I know I broke my wrist at some point before cause there's still that clicking in there. Little remnants. My breathing, my mannerisms, it's kind of the same."

You traced gently along the thin skin on the inside of his wrist, turning to him fully. Bringing his hand to sit center of your crossed legs.

"How would you feel about letting that mask slip a little around me?"

He peered at you, many different emotions flitting across his face. Settling into apprehension.

"Darling, I don't think you understand what you're asking for."

You kissed the inside of his wrist, and he sighed in pleasure, hand settling on your jaw.

"Humor me, then." You paused, looking in his eyes. "I'm not scared, love."

He seemed to fight with himself then let out a scoff, squinting his eyes at you accusingly.

"I can't deny you when you look at me that."

You smiled, nipping at his palm.

He took a deep breath and released it. But it never returned.

His chest stilled entirely, a creaking in the back of his throat.

You hadn't realized how many tiny movements he usually made until they were gone.

It set off the natural alarm bells in your head, sharing space with this statue. Your instinct telling you to get away. You were a hare in a thicket and a wolf was staring you down.

His eyes had constricted to pinpricks, watching your minute movements it small scanning glances.

His mouth fell open as his eyes met your neck. Pupils widening fully out into saucers.

All of the air pulled from the room. His stock still body radiating contained energy.

You stood and his blown eyes watched you, tracking every breath you took, every twitch of muscle. Mouth salivating.

His eyes reflected bright in the candle light, two filmy orange discs.

He slid off of the loveseat, body fluid. Pouring into a deep crouch. Arms held out into his side.

Pupils constricting again, he uttered one creaking word.

"Run."

You took off like a shot, vaulting over the loveseat. Ducking down the hallway in a whip of hair.

There was no way you could outrun him even with your agility. Not when he was like this. But this was a game, one you were more than willing to play with him.

You could feel his presence behind you but couldn't hear it. A wraith on your tail.

Pulling the door open, you sprinted into the garden. Leaping over the rock wall, heading for the treeline.

Adrenaline rocked through you. You knew this was play, but your body didn't. Flooding you with tight coiled energy.

A shadow to your left, then your right. Cold fingers catching your wrist, then releasing. Your hair. He was toying with you.

You knew there was no hiding, your blood running too hot and fast to disguise. Outrunning was a fools errand.

Surprise was your only ally.

Stopping your feet suddenly, you ducked down.

His fingers brushed over where your head should have been.

His momentum took him a little farther, head whipping. Skidding to a stop, back foot sliding out.

He bared his teeth, smiling wide. He should've been panting like you, but he was all liquid. Sliding along the ground, hypnotic. Dipping his shoulder down, preparing to pounce.

You readied yourself, you only had one subterfuge in your book. Better make it count.

He lunged forward, a pale smear.

You ducked down again and slid feet first under his legs, twisting up behind his back.

He whipped around, laughing. His usual high lilting giggle a shriek. Sending shivers down you.

You took off again, his laugh against your back.

You caught sight of a great tree, leaping up and climbing branches in pulls of momentum.

Eyes cutting down you saw him fly along the forest floor, covering the ground in seconds.

Falling to all fours, he scaled up the tree in easy pulls of his fingers, barely holding on. Gravity looking away from him.

Crouched on the last stable branch you had nowhere to go. Effectively trapping yourself.

His eyes rose over the branch, burning orange disks. The moonlight catching his open smiling maw, sharp teeth slick with saliva.

Your heart kicked against your chest, a deep burning desire radiating from your pelvis.

Seeing him like this was dangerous for you in more ways than one. Thighs gripping the branch you were straddling.

"No where else to go." He chuckled, voice all gravel and heat. Near unrecognizable. Crawling towards you, limbs stretching luxuriously, as if he had all the room in the world.

You considered backing up but there was only a free fall for you there.

"You really tried didn't you, rabbit?" He caged over you, his body forcing you on your back. Arched over you, balancing easily on fingertips and toes. His glowing eyes flooding over your vision.

You knew he could smell your arousal, the slick forming between your legs.

"I think I deserve the spoils now, don't you?"

In one pull of his hand, he ripped your blouse open, the fabric tearing. Your breasts springing free to the cold night air.

You gasped and almost lost your balance, gripping into the side of the branch.

"Careful, we don't want you slipping." He purred, pinching a nipple between his long fingers.

You groaned, you wanted more and could tell he was holding back again.

One one motion you pulled his maw open and shoved your wrist inside.

He went statue still again, eyes flashing into yours.

Fingers digging in, he reared back, sharp mouth opening wider than you've ever seen before. A deep cracking from his jaw as he arched open and snapped down on your wrist. Getting in as much of you as his jaw could take.

You craned your head back, whimpering. Hips starting to rock against nothing. The pain pushing into a near unbearable pleasure.

His eyes were crazed, darting across your body in pulses. His mouth salivating obscenely against your wrist, the fluid pouring in rivers down your elbow.

Fuck, you needed him to touch you but you didn't want to break the spell.

You bucked your hips unconsciously, a silent plea.

His eyes zeroed in on that movement and in one motion lifted you by the waist and caged you against the trunk of the tree. Grinding his hips into yours.

Your head fell back, and his mouth latched on. Dragging fangs and suckling down hard on the flesh.

You gripped onto his forearms and he caught your hands and pushed them above your head, snaring them down in one hand.

He pushed your thighs out with his legs, splaying you open. Ripping the crotch of your leggings open, hips rutting into your soaked underclothes.

You were already a mewling mess, panting hard and arching. Just the friction of his cock against your cunt already dancing dangerously close.

Stepping up the trunk, he pushed you even higher.

You were now both suspended in air, only his body keeping you against the world.

Your legs threatened to give out, wrapping them tight around his hips.

He hissed, a clicking sound accelerating in his throat. Pushing your hips back far enough to get his cock out.

Without warning he yanked your underclothes aside and slammed fully into you.

Stars bloomed across your eyes, straining your wrists against his hand. Oh Gods it was too much, but not nearly enough.

His other hand came to your throat, looking at you with his head cocked. Watching every micro movement of your body as he rolled into you.

You could see the strain on his face, clearly trying to reign himself in again.

Taking your blood-stained wrist you smeared it across your face, your breasts. Red painted and defiled for him.

He leaned his head back and bared his teeth, a deep rattling growl reverberating through his chest.

Rutting into you viciously he began biting. Indiscriminately puncturing any flesh he could reach. Hard. Fast. Frenzied. Licking the wounds closed in the same ferocity, his saliva pooling again. Dripping down your neck.

It was all too much, your legs shaking in warning.

Erupting against his all encompassing body, you arched so hard you saw white. Shrieking out indignant pleading moans. The pleasure so agonizing it stole the air from your lungs. A crushing wave pulling you under, water pouring in your open mouth. Writhing helplessly against him.

He bit hard into his own arm, his dark blood dripping down his forearm. Restraining himself from ripping your throat out.

His face crumpled in pleasure, releasing his already bruising arm to push hard against your sternum. Holding you in place. Thrusting in hitching pulses.

As his end hit him, he started breathing again, something close to a death rattle pulling through his chest. Fingernails biting into your hips. A cry between a whimper and a scream ripping through him as soon as his lungs refilled. An obscene amount of his spend already leaking out of your joined bodies.

You held his head in your hands as he lowered you back down. Anchoring him back.

"I need you to breathe with me." Your eyes held his. Breathing in big diaphragm breaths in encouragement.

He followed, eyes still wild. Your breathing a deep tandem.

Breath ragged but slow, he checked over your body. Kissing softly along the bruises and bites. Removing his shirt and wiping you clean of his smeared love.

Fully back to himself, he cupped over your hand against his cheek.

"We probably should have set up a safety word." He sighed.

Smiling cheekily, you pulled him in for a soft kiss. "There's always next time."

He nuzzled into you. A purring sound as he let the air hiss through his throat.

You were delighted by this development. But the bigger question.

"How are we going to get down?"

"Well I'll be spider climbing, you have fun with that."

"What if I pushed you off. What then."

"You could try, little rabbit."

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(this is my first time doing the you/yours format. let me know what you guys think! yeah woo!)

[alexa-fika]

hey so idk if your requests are on but can you do a asl x sister!reader where instead of ace dying we die? we are the youngest and how about we add shanks reacting to our death cuz im pretty sure hes like a fauther figrure to the asl.

Sickly Cuddles ( ASL x sick!sister!reader x Shanks)

A/N: My poor heart cannot handle any type of death but I did not want you to go home empty handed so instead you get a sick scenario with the siblings +Shanks, this double dips as that one request I got for anon asking for Mihawk or Asl with sick reader, you get both : ).

Dividers by @/saradika

“Readerrrrr, Sabo is making breakfast. Are you coming? can I eat your portion?” Luffy calls, entering her room

“A-ah Luffy! I thought you guys were out today?” She nervously laughs

"We changed our plans and stayed here; now, will you come down for breakfast, or should I eat your share? Luffy asks

“You can…you can... Achoo!”

Luffy stares at her for a second, a smile slowly growing on his face as the seconds pass

“Luffy,” she calls warningly

“Don’t tell them!”

Luffy covers his mouth, hiding his smile from her; the next moment, he runs out. She can hear his voice shouting,

"Sabo! Ace!”

“Luffy!” She groans quickly, running towards her closet to hide. She loved her brothers, she truly did, but Sabo and Ace would not let her see the light of day if they caught on to her having a cold, and Luffy…well, Luffy would manage to find something to poke at regardless

“Ace! Sabo! Reader is sick!”

At the announcement, both flame men start heading to their sister's room, their loud steps resounding through the house

"Huh? Where is she?" Sabo asks, looking at the now-empty room

“Shishishi, She’s hiding again,” comments Luffy, watching his brothers hunt for his sister

"If you don't come out, we will come for you," adds Ace.

She peered through the cracks of the closet, looking as their brothers looked around the room, and prepared to search the house until the familiar itch started growing on her nose. She had tried to hold it, but eventually, the loud sneeze sounded around the room

She shrieks as the closet door opens. Ace entered trough and easily scooped her up, throwing her over his back

"Well, that was easy," Ace comments with an amused tone as he carries her.

Sabo quickly follows his brother with an amused face.

Luffy is laughing his guts out.

"Reader got caught."

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help the laugh that came bursting from her at his antics

“Let go of me, Ace! Im feeling okay!”

"No, you're not," says Ace as he carries her.

"You're shivering! and you're red as a tomato," points out Sabo

She squeaks as he unceremoniously throws her on the bed, glaring at Ace in a joking manner, who just grins at her in response

“It’s just a little sneeze; it’s probably nothing, guys.”

“She was coughing all night,” cut in Luffy, poking his head in the room briefly, quickly darting out of sight as his comment was received with a pillow chucked his way, leaving with a trail of laughs behind him

“Traitor!” She hisses

Sabo shook his head with a smile, placing a gently kiss on her sister’s forehead, staying in said position for a few seconds, making all protests halt as she relaxed in his hold

“Hmm, you have a fever, too,” he said, backing away

“Yeah, you are burning up,” adds Ace as he checks her forehead

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says as Sabo’s holds becomes more firm

“But I had plans with Robin and Koala today!”

"Not today; you need to stay in bed," Sabo says sternly

"And we'll call them to tell them of the change in plans," Ace adds

“Please?” She begs, putting her hands together

"No, you're sick," replies Sabo, with Ace nodding beside him, making it very clear she has no choice in the matter.

She groans, dropping her head back into bed

“Luffy, go fetch some of the medicine for Reader,” Sabo calls to his little brother, making Luffy sprint off like he was just handed a race track

Ace sits by her side while Sabo opens the window, letting some of the cold winter air in.

“No! I can tough it out; no need for medicine.”

"You'll take the medicine and rest," says Sabo while opening a bottle of medicine after Luffy handed said bottle to him, grinning at her

She scoffs, flipping the finger towards Luffy

Luffy sticks his tongue at her. Sabo chuckles momentarily, taking the chance and giving her the medicine as she and Luffy kept at it.

She sputters, glaring at him, a pout on her red face wincing at the taste

Ace leans over and pats her on the head as she keeps pouting.

“What a grumpy sick child,” Sabo comments with a hint of amusement in his voice

“You guys are mean.”

“You're just grumpy,” Ace replies with a smile

“And adorable,” continues Sabo

“And grumpy,” Luffy repeats

“Oi!”

Ace laughs, pulling and squishing her cheeks

“you’re adorable when you’re grumpy.”

She pushes his hands away,

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping me get better? You guys are just teasing me.”

“And this is how we take care of you,” replies Sabo

“with lots of teasing,” Ace adds.

She rolls her eyes, about to throw another comeback, until she falls in a fit of coughs

Sabo sighs

“Okay, it’s time for you to lay down; enough joking around,” he said, pushing her back on the bed and pulling the covers over her

"You need a few good days of bed rest," he comments

"I'm gonna be watching over you," Ace adds as he sits beside her on the bed.

“So you better get used to my annoying presence,” continues Ace

“I’ll check up on you later," Sabo says with a smile before he departs.

“You need sleep, reader,” Ace says as his hands start to tuck her in even more

“Night night,” he finishes wrapping the blanket over her more

She glances at her older brother

“Can you let me go out today?” She whispers, looking at Ace with a sly grin

He raises his eyebrow, letting out a small chuckle

“Not a chance,” replies Ace, shaking his head.

“No more discussion.”

“Boohoo”

“You're a child. I hope you know that?” He comments

“You can stop pouting. Not going to work,” he adds

Ace can't help but laugh, jumping into the bed with her

He pulls her slightly onto his lap, wrapping the blanket tightly around her body.

She smiles in his embrace,

“not fair; you and Sabo are so warm; you guys are like walking heaters with your mera-mera fruits.”

“You’re not so far off from being a heater with that fever of yours,” replies Ace with a smirk

He continues snuggling her and rocking her back and forth in bed.

She grumbles at his comment, snuggling into him further, the combination of the gently rocking and his emanating warm a sure recipe to sleep as she is slowly lulled to sleep

Ace continues rocking her back and forth; a slight smirk crosses his face, enjoying how easy she was to handle once she got to cuddle

As she leans into him and falls asleep, he continues the rocking and wraps his arms around her, keeping her nice and cozy

It isn't until a few hours later when she opens her eyes rather than her oldest brother lying in bed with her, it was now replaced with the familiar figure of her uncle

“Hmm? Uncle Shanks?”

Shanks smiles as he runs his fingers through her hair

“I’m here for you, dear,” he replies gently while wrapping the blanket even tighter around his little niece.

She smiles, hugging him

“When did you get here?” she mumbles

“I came in a little while ago, once I heard you had a fever, Luffy gave me a call,” he replied with a smile

He adjusts the covers, snuggling her closer to him

“How are you feeling?” he asks with a soft voice

“Im okay; Sabo and Ace are just worrywarts,”

Shanks chuckles as he strokes her hair

"Well, you are their only sister, the youngest one, too," he says, giving her a small kiss on her forehead

She Hums at his comment

“Will you stay the night?”

"Are you asking me to stay, or did you order me to?" he responds with a smirk

"Either way, I was already planning on it; I will be staying here until you're feeling better."

She scoffs out a laugh at his reply

"And what's so funny, missy?" he asks with a fake insulted tone

"I will be spending every night taking care of my favorite niece," he replies, ruffling her hair

“Uncle Beck was right; you’re an idiot, Uncle Shanks,” she laughs sleepily

Shanks shakes his head, smiling at her

"And you're insufferable when you're sick."

"Get some rest" he continues, wrapping himself around her and snuggling with her.

Sorry! I know this wasent what you were expecting but I got a fluffy heart plus, im not sure what you mean with ‘instead of Ace, we die’ cause Ace din’t die 👀 He’s sailing with Whitebeard, getting cooked meals by Thatch and hanging with his fellow commanders

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@amethystviolin

[unreliablesnake]

König couldn't help but smile while he watched you standing in the middle of the square, looking back and forth between the screen of your phone and the nearby streets with a confused look on your gorgeous face. You were lost, he could easily see that.

It was one of those rare occasions when he was off-duty, visiting his family in Austria without having to protect his identity with the usual veil. Yes, he felt naked, almost anxious again, but he reminded himself that everything was okay. He was alone. No one was following him. No one recognized him. It was all good.

So he laughed to himself quietly before walking over to you. "Excuse me," he began, already raising his hands in defense since he knew you would freak out because of his size alone. When you gulped and locked the screen of your phone, he went on. "You seem to be lost. Can I help?"

You hesitated, but your eyes never left his face. Were you just cautious and kept an eye on him to make sure he behaved? Or was there another reason? Maybe something was on his face? When he cocked an eyebrow at you, you cleared your throat and kicked the cobblestone sidewalk.

"I have the goddamn GPS in my phone and I'm still lost," you murmured angrily with an adorable nose scrunch. "I'm looking for this address," you told him once you found the email it was in.

He took a good look at the screen, and he couldn't help but smile. "I'm going right across the street, I can show you the way if you'd like," he offered.

Nodding, you put the device back to your pocket. "That would be great, thank you."

The two of you walked in silence for a while. König had a series of questions on his mind, starting with one about your name and one about whether or not you were a local. Even he got lost sometimes after being away for too long, so he wouldn't be that surprised to find out you were living in this city.

But he remained silent, and instead of opening his mouth, he silently observed your features, taking in the details as if he was trying to remember his girlfriend's looks. But you weren't his girlfriend, although a part of him desperately wanted to ask you out before you parted at your destination.

The great Colonel König was back to his anxious self because of you. His mind was in overdrive, one moment he was just about to open his mouth, the next he wanted to run away and hide from you. It was a terrible feeling, one he didn't have to face on the battlefield. Oh, how he wished he was back there.

"You're tall. And big," you suddenly mused as you turned to him with a smile. "I'm sure a lot of people tell you that, sorry."

He couldn't help but laugh at this. "Yeah, I get that a lot. And you're cute," he added without even thinking.

You came to a sudden halt and turned to him with your hands folded behind your back. "You think I'm cute?"

Damn it. Where the hell did that filter between his mouth and brain go? "I–I... It's not... Yes," he eventually admitted guiltily.

With a laugh, you moved closer to him and playfully nudged his arm with your shoulder. "You don't look bad either. Maybe we could meet later."

"As in going on a date?" You nodded with a smile. "I'd love that."

König knew you were close to your destination, so he pulled out his phone and gave it to you. "Can I get your number to discuss the details?" he asked.

Without answering, you took the device and typed your number along with your name before giving it back to him. "Give me a call or send me a text."

He looked at the new contact and couldn't hold back a smile. "I like your name."

"Speaking of names, you never told me yours," you noted with a pout.

"It's König."

"That's all? Hmm... mysterious. I like it."

The rest of the trip passed in silence, mostly because you wanted to avoid spoilers. We'll have time to talk on our date, you said. He was okay with that. But when he stopped in front of the building where you were heading, his heart sank. He didn't want to say goodbye yet, but there was nothing he could do.

Before he could register what was happening, you stood on your toes and gently pulled down his head to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for showing me the way," you whispered to him.

"Anytime," König told you.

[griffintail2]

Wolf in Duck's Clothing (Part 2)

Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.

Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: None that I know of but it's Hazbin, we'll find them eventually.

Part 1 - Part 3

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“Sit here.” He brought them into the sitting room. “Don’t. Touch anything.”

The small child sat; their ears twitching as they looked around as Lucifer left them be to think of…something to get the sinner out of his hair. He could leave them somewhere but there weren’t exactly orphanages and he didn’t know anyone. Hmm, but Charlie might. She was quite more sociable with their subjects than he was. She was working on some project or other but surely, she could help him, and it would be nice to see his daughter.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) shifted on their seat, sniffing the air only to sneeze at the amount of dust they smelled. It was such a big and pretty house; they were surprised it was so covered in dust. Their father would hate how filthy it was…

(Y/N) looked the way Lucifer had gone before looking at the food in their hands. They stood up, carefully wiping an area of the coffee table free of dust with their tail before they put their food down, quietly eating the bread and an apple as they sat on the floor. It was so good to get food in their system.

Lucifer dialed his daughter as he paced his hallway.

“Heeeey Dad,” Charlie answered after a few rings.

“Charlie! How are you?”

“I’m good but a little busy right now, I’m working on my hotel.”

“That’s wonderful Char-Char.” Lucifer hummed noncommittally. “But hey, I need a small favor.”

Charlie sighed quietly. “I’m a little busy Dad.”

“It’s small I promise.”

“I’m really, really sorry, but I need to work on this. I’ll come over in a few days. I promise. I just really need to do this.”

“A few days?” Lucifer looked down the hall back to where the sinner was.

“Yes. But I will be there to help with what you need.” Charlie promised him, though she assumed it was another duck project or the like; he’d be ok for a few days or he’d forget about it.

“It really can’t wa-”

“Charlie!” Someone called for her on the other end.

“I got to go. Talk soon, dad.” Charlie said once more because she hung up.

Lucifer sighed as he stared at his phone. A few days? What was he supposed to do with the sinner now? He had no idea where you’d even take a child sinner in Hell. How did they end up down here? They had to have done something terrible to end up here.

“Of course they did, they’re all terrible.” He muttered to himself as he started walking back to the sitting room as he pocketed his phone.

Just a few days, that’s all he had to hold out for. He’d see his daughter, she’d take the sinner away, and he could go back to his ducks! A win overall.

He came out, seeing the sinner separating their food carefully in different piles on the table.

“What are you doing?” He asked making them jump again.

They looked up at him, ears pinning back. “Rationing.”

“Rationing?”

“Yes, I’m trying to make sure I have enough food for—”

He held up a hand. “I know what rationing is.” He looked at their small pile of food. “You’re really taking care of yourself?”

They nodded as they looked at their food and then at him. “Just me.”

“How long have you been down here? How did you get down here?”

They paused as they watched him before looking away, staring at the food in front of them. “I-I haven’t been here…long. Maybe…a few months, I don’t know sir. It’s…hard to tell time here.”

They were silent after that, not uttering a word of their sin.

He sighed deeply from his nose as he crossed his arms. It was wrong of him to ask that. While a sinner…they were a child. Whatever sin they had committed would be hard on them.

“Alright, well the only person I know that can give some help is going to be a few days. So…you’ll stay here till she gets here. I’ll give you some old clothes of my daughter’s and you can stay in one of the guest’s rooms.”

The child looked up at him in surprise and his gaze softened seeing their eyes glossy.

“Really?” They watched him carefully.

“Yeah. I’m…not thrilled about the situation. But, I wasn’t going to send you back onto the streets. Charlie will be able to help you get somewhere. Come on, I’ll show you the room.”

They went to pick up their food but he waved his hand, making them look at him confused.

“You won’t need that.” He snapped his fingers and the food disappeared, making the child startle. “There’s food in the kitchen. You can get whatever you want from there when you’re hungry. Now come on.”

He started walking, the child staring at his back for a few moments before hurriedly following him.

“There’s just going to be a few rules till Charlie gets here.” He told them as they walked down the hall. “One, don’t go into other rooms besides the room I’m letting you use, the kitchen, the sitting room, and the bathroom. Two, don’t touch anything you don’t need to. Three…well that’s actually all I have for right now. But those are the rules. Got it?”

They nodded silently.

“Good.” Lucifer nodded as well before stopping and opening a door to a bedroom. “This the room.”

The child gave a soft frown as they saw it was also covered in dust but that should be an easy fix. They nodded, now giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Yeah well.” He shrugged. “See you in a few days.”

He left with that, the child tilting their head in confusion. Surely the two of them would see each other for food or the halls. It was a big house though. Maybe it was harder to see each other. (Y/N) hummed softly before looking at the bedroom. Well, there was work to be done then.

[sav-not-tav]

Okay but what about Rolan having a crush on Tav but he wants to figure out if they would ever be interested in him so he cast a spell to make him look like someone else to dig up information (I think he would embarrassedly as the companion and they would be on board)

But, turns out Tav clocked it was Rolan by things that he does and decides to mess with him. (Tav likes him but he should be messed with for being sneaky)

Thoughts?

Oh, anon. This popped up on my phone while I was in the mountains and did not have enough signal to respond—so I have been stewing on it nonstop since then.

asdhbfzgld I love this. Rolan is definitely the type to try to be sneaky about his feelings and use magic to get his way. I also think he'd be so tunnel-visioned with his goal that he'd forget to ask the right questions or learn even the tiniest bits of context, such as if the companion he transforms into is already in a relationship ;)

I was so excited to answer this one! Ugh, what a cute prompt. This one got long.

Rolan’s nerves are on edge. After the fall of the Netherbrain, the city had been wrought with chaos, and he has not seen Tav since before the final battle. Now, a tenday later, the "Heroes of the Gate" have decided to celebrate their victory at the Elfsong Tavern. Rolan only knows due to Lakrissa sharing the details of the impending event with Lia. Though he feels a pang of disappointment at not receiving an invite, it seems the perfect opportunity for him to finally learn if Tav harbors any feelings for him. His crush has lingered since the events at Last Light Inn, only growing after they dealt with Lorroakan. He simply can’t bear the uncertainty any longer.

After an awkward conversation with Gale, who was surprisingly supportive, Rolan began working on tweaks to the Disguise Self spell. After many days of nonstop effort, Rolan finally successfully adjusts the spell to allow him control over how the transformation looks. The familiar form of Gale takes over his own in the mirror, and he practices Gale’s mannerisms, determined to pull off the deception.

Entering the bustling tavern, Rolan spots Tav by the bar. Taking a deep breath, he approaches with what he hopes is Gale’s calm, thoughtful demeanor. “Tav, may I have a word?”

Tav looks up with a friendly smile. “Of course, Gale. What’s on your mind?”

Sat in a private booth in the corner of the Elfsong, he manages polite conversation, dodging questions about the other companions he has had no way of answering. Tav asks about Tara’s whereabouts and Shadowheart’s health, and Rolan deflects with vague comments and nods, trying to maintain Gale’s composed exterior. After a believable amount of small talk, Rolan starts with subtle probing.

“That Rolan was a great help at the final battle. Have you spoken with him at all since then? I do wonder if we'll see him this evening.”

Tav’s responses are thoughtful, but their lips hold a playful twitch at the corners. “Rolan? Oh, yes. Very helpful." They lean in slightly, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hmm. Maybe he’ll turn up eventually... he’s been quite busy, I'm sure.”

Rolan feels a growing unease, sensing they know something is off but not letting on. The way Tav’s gaze lingers on him makes his pulse quicken. Just as he is about to steer the conversation back to safer ground, suddenly too nervous to go through with his plans, Tav’s demeanor shifts.

“Gale, you seem different tonight. Nervous, almost. More... attentive.” Tav’s voice takes on a teasing lilt, their eyes narrowing playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding something, would you?”

Rolan’s heart pounds and he finds himself unable to summon a response. He simply laughs off the accusation, folding his arms across his chest defensively. Then Tav starts flirting outright. They lean closer, their smile turning mischievous. “You know, Gale, if you keep showing me this extra attention... I might begin to think you have a crush on me.”

Rolan’s mind races as his heart pounds. “A crush? Of course not,” he stammers nervously, feeling his cheeks burn.

Tav’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, no? A shame, then...” They pout teasingly, their playful demeanor making Rolan’s stomach ache. As they reach under the booth and place a hand atop his knee, he feels suddenly both giddy and sick.

The teasing and flirtatious comments directed at "Gale" make Rolan's heart sink. Is Tav interested in Gale? How has he not realized that after all this time? He tries to keep his composure, but his discomfort grows with each passing second. Tav’s laughter, though light and pleasant, feels like a dagger twisting in his chest.

Feeling misunderstood and heartbroken, Rolan makes an excuse and leaves the Elfsong Tavern early. “I just remembered I have something to attend to. Please, excuse me.” He hurries out, his heart heavy with disappointment and confusion, convinced he has misread everything and that Tav’s affections lay elsewhere. He quickly finds himself back at Ramazith's Tower, head hung low as he dispels the transformation and makes his way to the wine cellar.

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Tav arrives at the Elfsong Tavern, ready to celebrate their hard-fought victory alongside their companions. The atmosphere is lively, filled with laughter and music. As they make their way through the bustling crowd, Tav notices Shadowheart arriving with someone unfamiliar. Tav finds it odd, considering Shadowheart and Gale had become close at the end of their journey. Even though they aren’t publicly "together" yet, it seems strange for the cleric to show up with someone else.

As Tav approaches to greet them, Shadowheart’s behavior is even stranger. She avoids eye contact and offers short, evasive answers when asked for an introduction to the new man. This piques Tav’s curiosity even more.

Just as Tav gives up and leaves to get a drink, Gale appears, greeting them with a casual, “Tav, may I have a word?”

Tav turns, surprised to see him looking so content, given the unfamiliar man Shadowheart has arrived with. “Of course, Gale. What’s on your mind?”

They move to a private booth in the corner, and Tav can’t shake the feeling that something is off. Gale is evading their questions about Tara, and when they subtly probe about Shadowheart, he avoids the topic. Gale then begins asking odd questions, particularly about Rolan, of all people.

Tav’s responses are thoughtful, but they can’t hide their amusement. They know Gale well enough to sense that something is different. They watch closely as he picks at the hem of his tunic, bounces a leg nervously under the table, and chews on his lip. He displays clear signs of distress, nervous ticks Gale had never once shown on the road.

“Gale, you seem different tonight. Nervous, almost. More... attentive.” Tav’s voice takes on a teasing lilt, their eyes narrowing playfully. “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding something, would you?”

Tav watches as he laughs nervously, folding his arms across his chest. The discomfort is palpable. Deciding to push further, Tav leans closer, their smile turning mischievous. “You know, Gale, if you keep showing me this extra attention... I might begin to think you have a crush on me.”

Seeing “Gale” stammer and blush confirms Tav’s suspicions. “A crush? Of course not,” he manages nervously. Tav glances across the tavern, catching a glimpse of Shadowheart and her "new" beau laughing happily at the bar. Their body language is quite familiar as they lean into each other, and Tav realizes the same could be said of the man opposite them, just in a different way.

Tav and Gale had already been down this road, once. They'd agreed very early on that they were better only as friends, and as the rest of Tav's companions seemed to pair up and find love elsewhere, Tav had been left as the odd one out. Others, such as one particular Master of Ramazith's Tower, would not know this, however. The nervous movements and slight lisp that Tav has failed to notice until now give him away. They decide to play into this knowledge, seeing just how flustered "Gale" could get.

Tav’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Oh, no? A shame, then...” They pout teasingly, enjoying his flushed reaction. As they reach under the booth and place a hand atop his knee, feeling him squirm, they feel a mix of giddiness and amusement at how easy it is to unravel the façade.

The act seems to have worked too well. He looks genuinely pained, and his discomfort visibly grows with each passing second. Tav’s playful teasing and laughter, meant to be light-hearted, seem to cut deeper than intended.

When “Gale” abruptly makes an excuse and leaves the Elfsong Tavern early, Tav feels a pang of guilt. They watch him hurry out, his posture defeated and his heart clearly heavy. Tav realizes they might have pushed too far. Determined to set things right, they decide to follow him.

Soon, they arrive at Ramazith’s Tower through the portal in Sorcerous Sundries. They are met by Rolan in the foyer, a bottle of Arabellan Dry in hand. The spell has dropped, and Rolan is back in his normal form, but he is still wearing the same clothes from the tavern. The sight of him, looking so dejected, tugs at Tav’s heart.

"Rolan," Tav says gently, approaching him. “I knew it was you.”

Rolan looks up, stunned. “The whole time?”

“Well, not the whole time.” Tav smiles softly. “But I figured it out pretty quickly. Gale and Shadowheart are... a bit of a thing.”

"Ah. He... did not share that with me." Rolan sighs, his face holding a mix of relief and embarrassment. He sucks in a deep breath before steadying himself, seeming resolute. “I just... Tav, I have not been able to stop thinking of you. Since Last Light, and then Lorroakan, you have plagued my thoughts. After... everything. I needed to know if you felt anything for me.”

Tav steps closer, their expression tender. “I’ve liked you for a while. You could have just asked.”

Rolan blinks, processing their words. “You mean... all this time, you...?”

Tav nods, a gentle smile playing on their lips. “Yes, Rolan. All this time. You didn’t need to go through all this trouble.”

Rolan’s posture relaxes, the tension visibly leaving his body. He takes a tentative step closer, his eyes searching Tav’s, seeming to look for any sign of hesitation. Tav offers none, and he lets out a breath so shuddery it wracks his shoulders.

“I’m sorry for being so foolish,” he murmurs, his voice trembling slightly. “I just didn’t know how to approach you.”

Tav’s smile widens. “Well, now you know.” They close the remaining distance between them, their hand gently cupping Rolan’s cheek. “And next time, just be yourself.”

[aces-personal-whore]

PossessiveDom!Doflamingo x Subordinate!Reader Smut

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter3] [Chapter 4]

Hello everyone, and welcome to my very first post here! I have a passion for smut, so please enjoy! I'm going to need to separate this into chapters; I will note the chapters with smut, but this chapter doesn't have it.

Doffy is a very guilty pleasure of mine, so I had a bit of fun with this story.

☣️WARNINGS: NSFW, MDNI, eventual smut, violence

[Chapter 1]

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"Fufufu~ What do we have here?" Doffy laughed deviously, staring at you, as you were tied to a chair in the empty, dark basement of his castle.

"He-hello..." you said nervously, unable to make eye contact.

"Don't be shy, my dear." He approached you slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the basement. As he got closer, you could see his piercing red sunglasses that contrasted vividly with his blond hair.

"Name's Y/N, I presume? Don't worry, I won't let you rot down here. No, no. I have better use for you." Doffy chuckled, his voice clear and hoarse as it carried in the emptiness.

"You see, I have a little game in mind, one that involves you, some potions, and a good dose of the power of the devil fruits... and, well, let's just say that you could find yourself in a fairly interesting situation." He grinned, his teeth gleaming. "Think of it as an adventure. Mind you, you have to stay strong and play along if you want to make it out of here in one piece. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?" He traced a finger along your chin, making you shiver at the cold touch.

Your breath hitched at his touch "Y-yes, Master..."

"Oh, I like that. A submissive one, hmm? Very well, then. Let's get started, shall we?" Doflamingo released your chin and snapped his fingers. A tall figure appeared from the shadows. It was a man with a white and blue coat and a twisted grin. "Trebol, this is our new plaything," he said, gesturing to the gooey man. "Make sure to take her upstairs and prepare her for the experiment. We wouldn't want her to escape, now, would we?" He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Now, off you go, my dear," Doffy said, pushing you on your back to make you fall into Trebol's waiting arms. "I'll be watching you closely, so don't disappoint." He winked and turned back, leaving you in the hands of his staff officer.

"Yes, Master..." you breathed nervously, your body shaking.

"Come along, then," Trebol said in a rattling voice, his grip tight on your body. "We've got work to do, and Doffy doesn't like to wait." Trebol picked you up and carried you up the stairs, his goo encasing you.

As you ascended, Doflamingo chuckled in the background, the sound almost maniacal. "Ah, it's superb how easily she fell into place," he mused aloud. "We'll see how far she'll go in the end. Who knows, maybe she'll even enjoy it." He snapped his fingers once more, and a big vial of green liquid appeared in his hand. "That's the potion I'll use on her. A delightful blend to make her... obedient." He laughed, and the echoes of his voice followed you all the way up to the laboratory.

Your heart races, your breath shallow "Y-yes, Master..." you muster.

"You'll get used to it, don't worry," Trebol said to you.

The laboratory came into view, and you could see several vials and beakers on the table, the stench of chemicals filling the room. "Now, let's get started," he grunted as he placed you on the table, your body becoming encased in Doffy's thread.

A beaker filled with the same green liquid Doffy had was brought to your lips. "Drink up, my dear. It's for your own good," Trebol encouraged, pouring the contents down your throat.

After a few moments, as the potion took effect, you felt a wave of submission wash over you, making it harder to resist. "There we go. Much better. Now, let's see how we can use your body for Doffy's amusement." The gooey man chuckled darkly as he started preparing the next steps in Doflamingo's little game.

Your heart was still racing as you drank the mysterious liquid. It had a pleasant sweet taste to it. You eagerly gulped it down, the liquid seeping from your lips.

As the potion continued to work, you felt yourself becoming more submissive and eager to please. Trebol started by taking random samples from your body, causing you to flinch at the pricks of the needles yet finding your arousal increasing. The slimey man smirked, pleased with the outcome.

"Alright, now to add the icing on the cake," Trebol said, picking up a vial containing a viscous red liquid. "We'll mix this devil fruit juice with the concoction Doffy came up with. This should give Doffy exactly what he wants from you."

With a practiced hand, he injected it into your body, and you felt a sparkle of power stir inside of you. Trebol continued, drawing a line of symbols on your skin, each one triggering a surge of energy to course through your veins. "And we're done," he declared, admiring his work.

"Get ready, Y/N. Doffy's going to want to see his new toy in action." Doflamingo released the strings that bound you, and you found yourself standing unsteadily, eager to fulfill your new role as Doflamingo's submissive plaything.

Your eyes looked over nervously at Doflamingo, unsure of what's going to happen next what... "What kind of devil fruit did you give me...?" you whimpered out.

Doflamingo appeared in the doorway, his grin as wide as ever. "Ah, my dear, it's a unique one. A nearly-extinct type that doesn't affect your body, but rather, allows you to manipulate others. For now, you can only control those weak-willed, but don't worry, it'll grow stronger with time," Doflamingo explained, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "A perfect match for your new... entertainment career," he chuckled, his voice echoing in the lab. "Now, let's see how well you can perform, shall we?" With that, he walked into the lab, beckoning for you to follow him. "I have a little surprise waiting for you. A perfect target for your newfound abilities," he teased, eager to see the results of his twisted experiment.

"Young Master.... May I please be by your side?" you nervously asked the Heavenly Demon.

"As always, my dear," Doflamingo said, intertwining his fingers with yours, a satisfied smirk on his face. "But remember, you exist to serve me, and your powers should reflect that loyalty. The weak will be at your beck and call, while the strong will only bend for me. Now, let's see if you can learn your place." With a firm squeeze of your hand, he led you to your first test - to show how well you've adapted to your role as his submissive servant.

You took ahold of Doffy's hand. Taking a deep, shaky breath, "Is it alright if I ask you something, Young Master?" you asked

"What's on your mind, Y/N?" Doflamingo asked, glancing at you with curiosity.

"What do you want me to call you and refer to you as? Do you like Master, or is Doffy okay?" you mustered out, your voice quivering.

"Master is lovely, but Doffy works just as well," he chuckled, squeezing your hand. "Whichever makes you feel more submissive. After all, it's all about thrills and emotions, wouldn't you agree?" With a wink, he led you towards the chamber where your first "entertainment" would take place.

"Which makes you feel better for me to say? I only want the best for Master," you said, the serum working, coursing through your veins.

"Master is certainly the most... regal choice. It fits your submissive role the best," Doffy said with a wicked grin. "But remember, it's all a game. And as long as you're playing it to the best of your ability, I'll find you irresistible." He smirked and opened the door to the chamber, the first of your loyal subjects waiting for you within. The perfect pawns in Doflamingo's twisted game, ready for you to test your newfound powers.

Irresistible? The words echoed in my head. "What do you want me to do with these subjects, Master," you questioned as the two of you reached the chamber with the test subjects.

"You're going to show them who's in control. I want you to bend their wills to your desires," Doflamingo said, pushing the door open. "Take their freedom, and in return, they'll serve you and me with blind obedience. Easy, isn't it? Now, Y/N, put on a show for me. Prove that you're worthy of your new role," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And should you falter, well, don't worry. Trebol and I will make sure to give you a refresher." With that, Doflamingo stepped aside, ready to watch as you dominated your first subjects in a display of power that he alone could unleash.

You stammered into the chamber, still holding Doffy's hand. "Yes, Master, but I... I don't know how," you nervously admitted.

Without further hesitation, Doflamingo gave a sharp nod toward Trebol, who stepped forward with a menacing grin. "Don't worry, we'll make it a lesson you won't forget," he said. He gently held your hand, guiding the symbols drawn on your skin back into motion. A surge of power flowed throughout your body as the symbols glowed with newfound energy. "Now," Trebol instructed, "Focus on the weakest one in the room. Draw a line from your body to them, and your power will flow through it."

You could feel your control seeping from your fingertips, reaching for the first subject. The line between you and the weak-willed man glowed, a physical manifestation of your influence. "Try to make him speak, Y/N," Doflamingo encouraged you, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"Y-yes Master..." You do your best to feel your energy flow through the imaginary string that connected you with the first subject. Communicating through the string, you command him to declare Doffy as the greatest emperor of Dressrosa. As your power and energy reached out to the weak-willed subject, he stiffened, and his eyes met yours. The line between you grew brighter with each passing moment.

"Master... Doffy... is... the greatest... Emperor of... all of Dressrosa..." he muttered, his voice shaky yet obedient.

"Excellent, Y/N!" Doflamingo praised you, clapping his hands together. "You're catching on quickly, it seems. Now, see if you can make him demonstrate his obedience further."

The subject's eyes wandered to the floor, his body tense and ready to take further commands. The string between you and him, a symbol of your newfound dominance, pulsated in time with your heartbeat. He bowed deeply, his forehead touching the floor. "I am yours, Master Doffy, through my mistress Y/N. I am here to serve you both with my whole being," he declared, his voice rough from the forced submission.

Doflamingo's smile grew wider, his satisfaction evident. "Bravo, Y/N," he praised you. "You're off to a great start. Now, show the others that they too will bow before us. We'll see just how far your power can stretch."

With the taste of control and the approval of your master, you felt emboldened. The thread between you and the weak-willed continued to glow, and you focused on the next subject. Slowly, you began to make them submit as well, each one falling under your influence.

Doflamingo watched with a content expression, relishing in the sight of his new toy in action. You were proving yourself capable of entertaining the strong and weak alike, your role as his submissive servant and his tool of control solidifying by the moment.

Where your newfound powers would take you, only time would tell. But one thing was certain, the chamber echoed with your newfound dominance, and beneath it, the shaky breaths of the defeated, their wills now yours to command.

As your will swept over the subjects, the air in the chamber changed, heavy with the tension of pending violence. "Hear me, the weak and the lowly," you commanded, your voice echoing within the room. "Prove your loyalty with your strength. Only the strongest among you shall join as my master's loyal subjects. The rest shall perish, offering their lives as a sacrifice to their new ruler, Lord Doflamingo."

Your hands moved, drawing forth the symbols marked upon your skin. The lines of power extended from your body, binding your subjects to your command. The symbols shimmered, bathing the room in their luminous glow as the subjects' eyes hardened with determination.

As they turned on one another, their cries and groans of battle echoed through the chamber. Doflamingo stood by, his face a mask of delighted anticipation, as you manipulated the course of the fight. This was your master's twisted game, and you had become an essential part of it.

By forcing these subjects to shed blood in pursuit of loyalty, you deepened the bonds of devotion. The victors would owe their very existence to you, while the losers offered up their lives in the name of Doflamingo's greatness. You reveled in your newfound control, serving your master with absolute devotion, a pawn in his grand, twisted chess game.

As your master watched you orchestrate the bloody battle, his gaze never faltering, Doflamingo smiled, proud of his new acquisition. "You've shown quite the dedication, Y/N" he praised, the sound of combat and grunts of effort still lingering in the air. "You're a quick study, and your zealousness is quite commendable."

He approached you, his hand stroking your exposed neck, tracing a line from your collarbone to your heart. "And with this, you've proved your submission to me. The game has only just begun, so let us continue this dance of dominance and submission." Doflamingo leaned in, whispering into your ear: "Your loyalty has already earned you my favor, Y/N, and you'll find that in my world, that's enough to guarantee you a place at my side for as long as you promise to serve."

Doffy's touch sent a tinge of arousal down your spine, gently gnawing at my mind. Feeling his breath hot on your neck and ear, goosebumps ran across your skin. "Thank you, Master," you breathed. Arousal stirred between your legs.

With those words of encouragement, he turned, heading back towards the exit. The future was a twisted, promising path for you, a journey that began in a dark basement and had no bounds to its potential. As your master's devout servant, your role had been cast, and the time had come for you to step fully into it.

The world of One Piece now had a powerful new player, a submissive subject to Doflamingo, ready to bend the wills of whomever crossed your path in the name of the most enigmatic villain in the series.

Doflamingo easily read the desire that flickered in your eyes. He kept you firmly in his gaze, his voice hushed. "Let us see who emerges from this brutal contest you've enacted. It'll be a fine testament to your influence, one I can't wait to witness."

As the battle waned, leaving behind a winner and a trail of the defeated, Doflamingo's attention returned to you. His hand trailed down your arm, sending shivers through your body at his touch. "I believe you've earned a reward, for your enthusiastic efforts today," he said, his voice dripping with promise.

With his other hand, he gently turned your face to his, your eyes growing wide in anticipation. Doflamingo leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a chaste kiss. "Y/N, as your master, I claim you," he whispered as he pulled back.

"Of course, Master. Anything for you," you told Doffy, your breath heavy.

An innocent first kiss, but it marked the beginning of your submission to him on a more intimate level. The bond between you and Doflamingo had already shifted, this time forever sealing your allegiance to him in every sense of the word. Your journey had crossed a new threshold as your master's servant, and with Doflamingo's claim now etched in your existence, you eagerly looked forward to what lay in store. This was the path you'd chosen, and in Doflamingo's arms, you were poised to become a formidable force in this twisted world you two will soon create.

"That's the mindset I love to hear from you, my dear," Doflamingo replied with a gentle smile. "Now, let us celebrate our new union in the proper way. Trebol, arrange a feast for us, one befitting our newfound triumphs."

As his slimey assistant moved to carry out the order, Doflamingo guided you out of the basement and back into the heart of his stronghold. The world raced by as he led you through the opulent halls. A mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned in, nuzzling your hair. "Tonight, we'll toast to our successful partnership, Y/N, and chart the course for our future exploits."

The grand feast awaited in an ornate chamber, the scents of exotic dishes wafting through the air. Doflamingo's hand found its way to the small of your back as he seated you beside him.

The darkness of your kidnapping was now a distant memory, replaced by the vivid reality of your new life. As you sat before Doflamingo, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, the first course was served, signaling the start of an unforgettable night. The chef, one of Doflamingo's unyielding subjects, had used exotic ingredients, cooked with the passion that fueled your master's empire.

As the night unfolded, the bond between you and Doflamingo deepened. Wine flowed freely, the candles flickered, and the air hummed with the secrets of a dark empire. You, the newest pawn on its chessboard, had begun your journey, a commitment to servitude that promised a twisted, wondrous adventure.

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Your body draped over Doflamingo, your obedience never wavering. Your only desire being to serve under the Young Master, the serum taking full effect.

As your body lay comfortably against Doflamingo's, the night's festivities had long since faded. The room was dimly lit, the flicker of a dying fire the only illumination in the large bedroom.

Doflamingo, content with your willing submission, trailed his fingers through your hair, his grip firm and possessive. "Rest easy, Y/N," he murmured softly, his voice a lullaby. "You've earned your reprieve from the struggles of the day, and in my care, you'll find solace." He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "Trust in me, and together, we'll shape this world to our whims, breaking the wills of the weak and bending them to our will. As we sleep, the stars above can only dream of the schemes that brew within our minds."

Drifting off to sleep, you snuggled closer to Doflamingo, your dreams filled with the promise of a future forged under your Master's guidance. The journey ahead had only just begun, and with the enigmatic Doflamingo as your anchor, you looked forward to the twisted turns and unforeseen revelations that the world would unveil. Your loyalty was unwavering, your devotion absolute, and the intricate dance of dominance and submission with your master had only just begun.

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A/N: Thank you everybody for reading! Please let me know your thoughts and if you'd like to continue reading to the next chapter 💝

[vixstarria]

I’m enjoying your snippets. I guess I have a prompt, or more like a scene that made me giggle.

Imagine Tav is a paladin who took the oath of vengeance. Except she’s very new and bubbly. So after finding out Astarion is a vampire spawn and he was tortured by his master, she excitedly vows to personally make Cazador suffer in excruciating detail. Astarion’s like, “Uh…thanks?”

I can’t stop laughing at the thought of Astarion being protected by a small, bubbly paladin that’s vibrating with excitement to avenge Astarion. Like a bloodthirsty squirrel.

Ha! I love the idea. Thought I'd bring out the whole gang for this one though.

I'll stick this one under a cut for uhh... some lighthearted gore.

The tiny paladin stalked around the campfire, having worked herself up into a righteous fury. Short of 5 feet, she made up for her stature with sheer vigor.

"We'll tear out his tongue. Then we'll tie him up. Throw him somewhere with just his feet out in the sun, and wait for it to slowly burn and consume him, from the bottom up, inch by inch," she ranted.

Wyll grimaced and lowered his spoon back down into his bowl, before it reached his mouth, just as Astarion let out a delighted laugh.

"Simply wonderful, my dear! Are there any other miseries you'd like to bestow on him, before his eventual demise?"

"Hmm," Tav paused, briefly. "Lae'zel, are there any good githyanki torture methods you would suggest?"

"I am not aware of anything specific to vampires," Lae'zel mulled over Tav's question. "But the regular routines should work on an incapacitated vampire just as well. His natural regeneration will only aid in making it last longer."

"Would that really work?" Shadowheart asked Gale in between sips of her wine. "Leaving a partial shield over a vampire and spot-burning him?"

"That is an excellent question," said Gale. "In theory, it depends on whether it is the literal energy of and exposure to the sun that causes the damage, or the more ambivalent idea of what the sun represents - goodness, righteousness, divinity - which may only need to touch a small part of an evil entity such as a vampire, to set the entire creature ablaze. I don't know the answer, but I could write to some of my colleagues, who have 'shed light' onto vampires, so to speak. Come to think of it-"

"Are you going to eat that?" Karlach pointed at Wyll's untouched stew.

"You're welcome to it if you like, I've lost my appetite," he said, handing her the bowl.

"Once his legs are gone, we'll burn his arms off in the sun, one by one," Tav continued her laps around the fire.

"You are vengeance incarnate, darling," Astarion spurred her on.

"We could chop off the limbs once they got too burnt and crusty and lost feeling," Karlach offered, talking with her mouth full. "He can regenerate but not regrow, right?"

"A good technique when combined with flaying extremities, as well," Lae'zel nodded approvingly.

"Yes!" Tav exclaimed, shaking a small but mighty fist at the sky. "We'll carve him up! Like a turkey."

"Now, call me an old fashioned romantic," Wyll interrupted. "But can't we just kill him in a civilized manner and then piss on his grave like normal people..?"

"All in due course, my friend," said Tav, before turning to Astarion. "Do you think Cazador would find this experience more horrifying with or without his eyes?"

A warm, fuzzy feeling was threatening to overtake Astarion.

So this is what friendship is, he thought.

[shina913]

Nothing | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞 M

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; fluff

Warnings: Some cussing; some naughty thoughts but nothing explicit

Word count: 1.1k words

Summary: "I was thinking maybe we could take a quick nap?"

A/N: Dedicated to you, Sim-- @itdoesntmatterwhy for our mutual love of naps lmaooo and thank you and @internetjunkdrawer for beta-reading 🥰

After spending the morning swimming in the ocean and lounging by the shore, you and Jungkook head back to your hotel room before tonight’s party at the resort’s beach club.

Jungkook took his shower then you took yours. Once you finished drying your hair, you stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

“Wasn’t the beach awesome today?” You call out to him. You think he’s out on the balcony but instead, you find him lying in bed, elbows crossed behind his neck using them as cushions. His freshly washed, air-dried hair is all mussed up, and he’s got that mischievous look on his face.

You arch an eyebrow at him and ask, "Bed? Already?"

"No," he grins. He pulls back the sheets and pats the empty space on the bed, inviting you to lie down with him.

You slide under the sheets, where he's lying in nothing but his boxers. This is exactly what you want, what you've been craving for all this time: to feel comfortable with his touch, his warm breath in your ear, and his body on top of you.

Just before your naughty thoughts consume you, he embraces you and you snuggle into his arms, feeling the comfort of being close to him. He tilts your chin up to him and your lips meld into each other’s. It's a nice moment of reconnection after dealing with both of your busy schedules.

Loosening his hold on you, he sighs, nuzzling into your hair. "I got tired from being in the sun all day, so I decided to take a quick rest," he says softly.

You lift your head and furrow your eyebrows. "Oh…I hope you're not too tired for the club. The host mentioned they'll have a couple of DJs and an open bar. It should be really fun."

You were looking forward to your vacation and excited to do everything on your itinerary. Jungkook was happy to follow your lead.

"I'm still up for going out," he reassures you. "But I was thinking…maybe we could take a quick nap?"

You feel a bit let down, but you don't show it. "Hmm... okay."

He keeps trying to persuade you. "Come on, it'll be great! We'll feel refreshed and energized, and then we can party hard tonight. Get lit!" He exclaims.

As you ponder the idea, you realize that you're also feeling tired from the heat, ocean breeze, and all those margaritas you had at the beach. You don't want to fall asleep at the bar just 15 minutes after arriving!

"Good idea," you eventually agree, and snuggle deeper into your pillows.

"It's really cool that these blackout drapes are remote-controlled," he says.

You can't help but laugh at how impressed he is by the hotel room. After closing the curtains, you turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

"Do we need to set an alarm?" you ask.

"Nah," he says, putting down the remote control and turning back towards you. "We'll wake up in an hour, maybe two at most!"

You nod, not thinking much of it.

"Tonight's going to be wild. I'm excited!" you say to him.

"Yep! They're not ready for us," Jungkook agrees as he pulls the sheets up to his chin.

Not long after, both of you fall asleep.

******

When you wake up, you blindly reach for your phone. You want to see if you have enough time to fix your hair and apply some makeup.

“Fuck!” You say loudly.

Jungkook is startled awake, sits up abruptly, and turns to you. "What? What?"

You stare at him, horrified. "It's 7!"

Jungkook shrugs without any sense of urgency. "So we overslept a bit. The party's not until 9 PM, so we still have time."

You blink slowly at his relaxed attitude. "A.M.," you say, emphasizing each letter.

He is still half asleep and having trouble processing information. "What?"

"It's 7 o'clock in the morning!"

"That's impossible," he laughs, turning to his nightstand to check his phone. "Oh no...oops," he chuckles when he sees what time it really is.

You are annoyed with him and push him to his side. "I told you we should have set an alarm!"

He falls back onto his pillow, laughing uncontrollably at the idea that you both slept through the night.

"I'm glad you find this funny," you say dryly. "What happened to 'getting lit'? We just lost a potentially great evening!" You complain.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says between laughs. "I didn't realize we would sleep through it. We always wake up an hour after a nap!"

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, years ago! And how long has it been since our last vacation?”

He smiles again and tries to hold back a laugh. Then he softens his expression to comfort you and says, "Hey, at least we're on time for breakfast. If we get up now, we can avoid the crowds."

Despite this, you're still annoyed that you didn't get to go to the club as planned.

He notices that you’re still upset and immediately turns apologetic. "I'm really sorry that we missed out on the club. I didn't realize how tired I was. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

You sigh softly. "I'm not mad because we didn't go out. I just wanted us to do something fun together."

"I'm having fun just lying here with you!” He counters. “And, to be honest, I don't really care what we do. As long as we do things together, that's all that matters." He leans in and brushes his finger against your cheek, instantly calming you.

The purpose of this trip was to spend quality time together. Your face visibly relaxes. "Yeah, you’re right.”

Noticing your mood lighten, he says, "I think we're too old for clubs anyway," he laughs. "Do you even remember the last time we were out after 9PM?”

You find his question amusing. Nowadays, it's rare that you would both stay out past 9:30 in the evening.

“What do you say? Should we head down to the omelet station now before everyone and their mom shows up?”

As effortlessly as he can turn you on with one intense look, he could also make your irritation disappear with his doe-eyed pout.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile, “Okay, let’s go.”

He grins triumphantly, his nose scrunched up showing how excited he was. Before you roll out of bed to head to the bathroom, he tugs at your wrist. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after breakfast.”

“How?” You ask him pointedly.

“I can always swipe one of those canned whipped creams from the waffle station and bring it back here. Maybe…I can grab one of the chocolate syrups, too?” He winks.

You bite down on your lower lip to hold back a giggle.

“You like that, huh?” He waggles his brows at you.

You roll your eyes and give up, knowing he knows you too well. "Fine! I'm holding you to that!"

Then, he takes you by surprise by pulling you back into bed and peppering you with kisses. You squeal as he hits your ticklish spots.

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[deadbydangit]

Ah! I’m obsessed with your writing!! If you don’t mind, I would like to make a request! 🩷

A killer!reader who is very quiet due to shyness, so they have a difficult time trying to get along with others 😔 (characters of your choice! but I’d like to see Wesker because I like him very much haha)

If there are any struggles, don’t feel pressured !! Take care and Thank you!

I think I can do that. I'm going to tweak it a little so it's easier to write about. Please enjoy.

With a shy reader: Mastermind, Nightmare, Onryo

Mastermind

Wesker doesn't mind that you're shy.

He isn't the most talkative person himself.

He can be, if he has to be.

But he would otherwise prefer to remain quiet.

It isn't that he shy, he just rather not talk to the others.

He finds them annoying and not worth conversing with.

Having a super outgoing partner wouldn't work well for him.

He's the type who would prefer to stay home rather than go out.

So if you don't want to go out?

That's fine by him.

Besides, he finds your coy nature to be charming.

And, he won't say it out loud, but he thinks it's adorable.

Though he will poke fun of you from time to time.

"Speak up dearheart. I won't know what you want unless you tell me."

"Ah, you're blushing. How adorable."

He'll even pinch your cheeks.

Part of all this is him just being a tease.

The other part is him trying to get you to stand up for yourself.

He may not vocalize it, but he is worried about you.

He knows he won't always be around to protect you.

And you're going to have to confront others eventually.

He may seem like he's being mean, but it's really his way of showing he cares.

But he isn't like that all the time.

If you're in a situation you're uncomfortable with, just tug on his jacket.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. We can leave."

And it doesn't matter what he's doing either.

If you want to leave, then he'll help you.

Nightmare

Shy?

With this guy?

Good luck.

This asshole is going to tease you till you're close to tears.

Freddy does that with everybody so don't take it too personally.

That's one of the reasons that most of the other killers and survivors don't like him.

He doesn't like them either. Which is why having you shy is nice because he doesn't have to deal with them around.

It could just be the two of you. He's fine with that.

But having you so shy, and so unwilling to stand up for yourself, it's prime gold for him.

What, you expect him not to take advantage of this opportunity?

In your dreams.

Which is where he often is.

Teasing you and poking at you.

Just seeing how red your face gets when you get so worked up.

He can't get enough of it.

If you actually start crying you will stop though.

But only if you start crying.

Otherwise he won't put on the brakes just because you're his significant other.

But, if you say something, he'll stop.

"Come on baby. I can't hear you. What do you want?"

While he's laughing in your face.

Don't get too mad at him though.

It's just how this idiot shows his love.

Onryo

You two could be shy together.

It isn't so much that Sadako is shy.

She just doesn't talk.

And, nearly all her experience with people is bad.

So the less people around, the better for her.

Unlike the others, she won't taunt or tease you.

She likes that you're quiet.

It's peaceful that way.

Most of her life was filled with sadness and hate, so the silence is a welcome change.

You two could sit in silence for hours, not saying a thing.

And she would be perfectly fine with that.

But, if you do want to talk, she'll listen.

She enjoys hearing you speak.

The sound of your voice is relaxing and comforting.

And she'd never judge you.

So don't ever feel embarrassed about speaking.

You won't ever have to worry about someone taunting you either.

Because Sadako we'll take care of them in a matter of seconds.

Can't bully somebody if your neck is broken.

She'll make a gruesome show of torturing the person who was bothering you to others.

It's her way of saying that you are under her protection.

And God help anyone who decides to mess with you now.

[geekyarmorel]

hi! love your work, could i please request smth where reader gently blows into mother miranda's eye to help her get something out of it? or vice versa, whatever you're comfortable with <3

So like eyes being blown on or wind hitting eyes is kinda a ick for me. But!!! I changed it just a little bit to using eye drops, hopefully you like it. Also writing a frustrated reader and Miranda is kinda fun.

Something in Your Eyes

Mother Miranda x Reader

It had started off like a normal day, work in the lab going steadily. You pulled up a new slide under the telescope, taking notes on what you saw when you noticed something new. "Miranda? I think I've found something."

The woman came over immediately, rubbing one of her eyes before looking in the viewer. Or well tried to look, she pulled back and rubbed her eye again, an annoyed look on her face. She steps towards the side and motions for you to look. "Describe it for me. There's something in my eye." She says while trying to blink it out.

You took a look again and began to do as instructed. "It looks like a new spore, though it acts like an amoeba and will absorb some particles around it."

"Interesting." She stepped back to try looking in again and lowly a curse slipped from her lips. "Take good notes." Miranda grumbled, going back to her own work hand rubbing at her eye still.

You wait just a minute watching her while she seemingly suffered. Deciding it would probably be better to not say anything you go back to work. Though it isn't long when you hear an aggravated sigh followed by mumbled cursing. You couldn't help the small smile that curled your lips as you found it amusing that the local deity and brilliant scientist is being bested by something in her eye. At another curse followed by the slam of something down on her desk you turn to her.

"Perhaps you should try rinsing it out." You offer, watching as she rubbed again. The skin there growing red and puffy with the force she was using. "I think we have eye drops in the bathroom cabinet."

Miranda scoffed, "It's fine. I don't need any eye drops." She rubs at it again, before blinking rapidly again.

"Your eye says a different story." You reply as you watch her scowl at you. "It's red and puffy."

"Just get back to work." She snapped and you held your hands up in mock surrender. You turn and put up with her irritated mumblings for as long as you can before you can't stand it and leave the lab. You go to the bathroom and shuffle things about till you find what you're looking for. With the drops in hand you go back to the lab, setting the drops on her desk.

Miranda looked at the drops then to you, her eye redder than before. "I'm not using those."

"They're just eye drops and they'll help you. I swear I'm going insane from your grumbling." You protest, scooting them a little bit closer to her. Amusement crossing your lips as you watch her scoot away from them. "Miranda?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you scared of eye drops?"

She scoffs loudly and levels you with one of her signature looks. "I am not afraid of eye drops."

"Then-"

"I don't like them." She answered, shuffling some papers around to avoid looking at you. "I......can never keep my eyes open."

"That's understandable." You soothe, watching the older woman. "But I really think they would help." Miranda rubbed at her eye again, trying to level you a look. "How about I help?"

"How are you going to help?"

"I'll do the drops, all you have to do is hold your eye open."

"No."

"Miranda." You sigh her name, knowing what you were going to have to do. "Listen we'll make it a deal. You let me help you with the eye drops and I'll do anything you want me to do in return."

Miranda quirked an eyebrow, "Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"Very well." She said with a nod. Going over to the sink she washes her hands before taking a seat so you can help her better. Carefully she held put her hand to her eye, it took a couple of tries but eventually she managed to hold it open. "Go ahead."

Quickly you squeeze the bottle, a few drops coming out and landing in her eye. She rapidly blinks and slightly shakes her head like that would help rid her of the liquid. You help her wipe away the remnants and look at her questioningly. She sat quietly for a moment before answering with a sigh, "Yes you were right. It helped."

You smile but don't say anything, you knew that her just admitting to you being right was hard enough for her. You go to turn when her hand reaches out to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to her. "Miranda?"

"You said I could have anything I want." She begins, eyes flickering from your own to your lips and back. "I want you."

You feel your cheeks burn red, tongue wetting your lips quickly. "M-me?" Your heart fluttered in your chest as you waited for her response.

"Yes, you." A hand coming to cup your cheek and draw you closer. "I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to know you inside and out. Let me have you."

"You can have me-" As soon as those words left your lips, hers crash into them. The kiss bruising and fierce like she was desperate for you. You dropped the bottle and your hands grab a hold of her hips, pulling her into you while you submitted to her kisses. You aren't for sure how long you kissed but your lips were kiss swollen and your breathes mingled together as you tried to catch your breath.

As Miranda caught hers she pulled back and grasped one of your hands. She began to lead you up the stairs out of the lab. "Miranda?"

"I have many more kisses to give you, now come along." The smile you smiled was perhaps the brightest yet.

[yandere-fics]

Darla finding out that Darling is moving to another town to escape the bullying. c:

♡ Darling Trying To Move Away From Darla ♡

You thought you would be fine dealing with everyone's criticism constantly, it was just college, they would forgot all about this petty drama eventually and yet it only grew worse the longer your breakup with Darla had been and while you had briefly considered going back to her just to make it all stop, you realized it wouldn't really fix anything, they would still take about you behind your back and no one was truly your friend, they were Darla's friends, pretending to tolerate you for the sake of her because she 'loved' you so much, though you wouldn't really consider this love, this was control, she wanted you for her perfect pretty life and her sick idea of domestic bliss that she always talked about when you were alone together, how she just wanted you back and how incredible your life in the future could be with her as a professor and you as her wife who spent your days doing whatever you wanted while she made the real money, she would even let you finish college first if it's what you wanted though you could swear she had a small growl in her voice when she talked about you finishing college first. She wanted you to drop out, she was always telling you not to study and just relax with her and who were you to deny her wishes? You would drop out, but not to be her wife or spend time with her, you were going back to your hometown, you quit, you were entirely fed up with her but everyone on campus was one of her friends and so the moment you began to pack it was inevitable that someone would inform her, it was only a matter of time before you heard the frantic knocks on your door.

"Hey there! I heard you were moving? Why didn't you come tell me, it's a bit mean for your girlfriend to find out through gossip." You hated that naive shtick she put on, as if she wasn't entirely aware that you had broken up since shed been leaving voicemails for you every morning, night, and in between all of her classes and meals asking what she did wrong like she wasn't aware, you knew she wasn't dumb so you didn't know why she was still trying this act. You were fairly certain she had told everyone to bully you, though you had no proof, so she had no right to be shocked at your dropping out when it had been her actions that caused this.

"I'm leaving town Darla, don't act surprised, you're the one who told everyone to bully me yeah? Well you got what you wanted, I'm dropping out." She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, before titling her head in mock confusion.

"Hmm? I'm not sure what you mean, why would my friends bully my girlfriend? They were just trying to convince you to stop being so angry with is all, they just want to see us happy together again." She walked over to you, trying to take the clothes out of your hands and make you stop packing but you yanked them away from her making her fall backwards a little bit. "You can't leave town, I can't do long distance, don't you even care? This is my first relationship, it can't end like this!"

"Darla I know you aren't dumb, you and I both know you told them to harass me to try to get me to go back to you and I really hate this innocent act you're putting on." She huffed and rolled her eyes, her demeanor changing, she shut the door, locking it before turning back to you.

"Y/N, we're in love, which means you are going to stay here, hang out with me while I finish my degree and then we'll get married and all my friends will come to our wedding so we can show them just how in love we are and since we're in love, I will do everything to keep my girlfriend here with me even if it means chaining you in my sisters basement and making my other sister kill your whole family. Is that what you want?" You had heard rumors that her sister, Sophie could make people disappear but you hadn't really given it much thought until now, perhaps that's why Darla was able to rule the school, because anyone who suspected her even slightly would disappear.

"N-no, I don't want that." You barely had any freedom but it was still better than being locked in a basement at least, you would stay.

"Good! We'll let everyone know we're together again at lunch today! Come on." It was back to her fake cheery act again, though you noticed how tightly she held onto your hand as she dragged you, so much tighter than before.

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

GUESS WHAT IT'S UNMETAL TIME.

This is straight up amazing. I'm having a FIT this is SO much fun.

Jesse Fox I love you and your "punch everything you see for victory" mindset.

His Solid Snake impression is very good.

DUDE THE REFERENCES ARE ON POINT I AM JDHDHSHSHHSHS.

What's really cool is at times you can pick an option and Jesse takes what you pick. Meaning, if I were to replay this the game would change depending on my choices.

You save the game at a urinal. Because of course you do.

So we start out as Jesse is being interrogated after escaping prison. With Jesse narrating his escape to his military interrogator. But later we learn THIS story is part of a COMPLETE story Jesse is telling a woman as they drive. I'm assuming she's a girlfriend but I'm not far enough along yet.

Jesse's interrogation story starts as so:

One will quickly learn Jesse's narrative is a little. Hmm.

Suspicious. XD.

Mechanics are essentially: Jesse punches things to get items move along etc.

And yes, at one point you beat up a guard in a toilet, if you choose (and I did)

Jesse: I beat the shit out of him. 🤣

Along the way you meet another prisoner, Colonel Harris. According too guy interrogating Jesse Harris is dead.

Either way, after combining items for an encrypted radio we have our first guide/contact.

Harris instructs Jesse to escape through the sewers. Along the way, standard shenanigans and then Jesse beats up a guard who has an eye patch.

And a glass eye.

🤣. I yelled a lil.

In this part, Jesse offers our interrogator two possible explanations for the glass eye theft.

The choices were 'Suspicious' and 'Stress Relief'. I picked Stress Relief and wellll.

INCREDIBLE.

Now. Jesse later uses said eye patch to make a slingshot. Which he loads with depleted uranium balls.

Eventually Jesse ends up in an area but can't remember what he was there for. But later, we need to get a hook. And we return to that area and NOW JESSE REMEMBERS.

It was a boss Battle with "GRENADE GUY".

Jesse explains he couldn't reach Grenade Guy because there was a ditch, with tentacles and arms in it.

I'm serious.

After this, the ditch turns into a normal crevice. 🤣. After the fight, we loot Grenade Guy, book it back to the sewer opening, combine hook with rope we found earlier, enter sewers.

In the sewers we meander about until reaching an office. I actually reached a bigger office first but it was a boss battle I'm not fully ready for so I backtracked. I'll come back to that.

Anyway.

In the second smaller office Colonel Harris radios in to ask Jesse to find files for Operation Jerico. Opening our underlying plot. Jesse has only obtained the first files, so we need more. I imagine we'll find more as we go.

In the sewers are..piranha creatures. Jesse's explanation is either 'Scientist' or 'Mother'.

...

I picked. Mother.

And oh boy!

So Jesse says this Uhm. Woman. Took a deal to be artificially inseminated by a backalley Dr.

And that's why we have piranha beasts to fight in the sewer. Of course!

Right. So back to this boss Battle. It's against Sergeant Rosco and the way to win is because apparently Jesse found a globe in the man's office. Since Rosco is barricaded by desks, Jesse has to..kick the globe at him whenever he stands up to shoot.

Yeah.

Oh yeah, Rosco also turned on shredders in the sewers. A thing this prison has. NP!

But first! A dinner break.

[obsidiancreates]

2012 get thrown into Rise Universe and The Universe is like "Don't we already have these guys? Two sets? ... Well one's incomplete, lemme fix that," and gives 2012 the same Mystic Powers as their counterparts.

Rise Boys think there's a band of villains impersonating them and causing massive amounts of public property destruction. In reality the 2012 Boys are ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT BY THE SUDDEN POWERS and just trying desperately to keep Mikey from setting things on fire and Raph's headslaps from destroying whole buildings and Leo from getting stuck inside random places and Donnie from unleashing a rain of mystic gunfire onto every stray animal that spooks them by accident.

Eventually Rise find them, ready for a fight, but 2012 are just tired and confused and now there's? More turtles? Who are also color-coded ninjas? Is this an alternate universe again? Hey please help us Raph tried to flick a bug off of Donnie and sent him through like five buildings and then Donnie blew up an alleyway trying to open a can of peaches and Mikey started a forest fire trying to swat a fly and Leo almost got caught because he accidentally fell through a portal he made while cutting a loaf of old bread and he ended up in the middle of the damn mayor's office.

And who are The Rise Boys to say no, especially when 2012 pulls out their secret weapon: those Sad Eyes they used to convince Splinter to let them to to the surface in Episode 1. Raph and Mikey agree to help right away while Leo and Donnie reluctantly go along.

They bring them back to their kick-ass lair that's way better than 2012's let's be real here, and Splinter and Draxum are both there trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the TV without Donnie's help. Rise Mikey enters with a "Hi Dads so we found some stray other turtles with our powers who may or may not be Us from another universe, anyway we'll be in Raph's room if you need us okay bye!"

"... Did they just say, Other Versions Of Themselves?"

"Oh, great. Now I have to go back to calling them colors! ... Unless I call the new ones colors. Hmm..."

"You're not more concerned about this?"

"Of course I am! There are eight teenagers living in my house now! My shows will never be heard by me again!"

"And also the multiverse might be ripping apart?"

"But. Also more sons."

"No."

"... Yes."

Cue Rise Boys trying to teach 2012 Boys how to control/use the mystic powers while the 2012 Boys are still trying to process how different this world is.

"Okay Tiny Me, the key to it is viewing it as just another part of your body- are you listening?"

"Huh? Hey, why's the city so colorful right now?"

"Uh, 'cause of all the colored lights? Does yours not have them?"

"Nah. Our buildings aren't really tall enough for this many."

"Your buildings are short?! What kinda New York do you live in?!"

[littleseasiren]

I've got you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, but mostly fluff

Words: Approximately 1100 words

A/N: I've decided to attempt Flufftober this month, so this is my first entry for the challenge. Prompt: I've got you. Hope you enjoy! Thanks @flufftober and @chaotictarlos

"So, my sister is getting married and she wants me to invite all you idiots to the wedding," Sam huffs as he drops down onto the couch.

"That's great, Sam. I'm sure we'd all love to meet Sarah and join her on her special day," Steve says.

"Yeah? Can I tell her to add you all to the list?" Sam glances around and meets everyone's gaze in question.

A chorus of agreement is heard. "As long as you won't be there," Bucky snickers.

"Of course I'm going to be there, I'm the best man!" Sam huffs in frustration.

"How much did you have to pay the groom for him to agree to that?"

Sam throws a couch cushion at Bucky, which Bucky promptly catches in the air before it can hit him. You giggle from the seat next to him, knowing he'll keep you safe from the oncoming couch missiles.

"Sure, we'll go," Bucky relents eventually. When everyone returns to the movie, Bucky softly asks if you will accompany him to the wedding as his date and you couldn't be happier.

You're floating on cloud nine before you are ripped back to reality when you hear Wanda and Natasha's conversation a few days later.

"We're going to have so much fun at the wedding, I can't wait!" Wanda says, giddy from excitement.

"Yeah, it's going to be a blast. All the hot men, the drinking, the dancing!"

Two weeks later

You instinctively close your laptop as soon as Bucky enters the room, missing the expression your movements cause. "Hey, doll. Everything alright?"

"Hmm, yeah all good." You mumble, not meeting his gaze.

"So, you got everything ready for next week?"

"Next week?"

"Yeah, remember Sarah's wedding?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "The wedding is next week? No, no, it can't be so soon."

"Afraid it is, doll. But there's more than enough time. Do you need to go buy a dress? I can join you if you're worried about that."

You don't even hear his words, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. There's no way you will be ready in a week.

"I can't go with you to the wedding, I think you should ask someone else." You blurt out before you can stop yourself. For a few seconds, all you hear is silence.

When you meet his blue eyes, your heart rate increases. His expression is full of anger and hurt.

"Really? You can't go with me? I'd ask why not but I'm pretty sure it involves whatever you're constantly doing on your phone and laptop which you don't want me to see. The past two weeks you've been ignoring me and hiding things from me."

"Bucky, no, it's not like that!"

"Like what? You won't even tell me what you're doing!" His voice becomes louder with every word. "If you don't love me then you need to tell me! If you want to be with someone else then-"

"I can't dance!" Tears drop down your cheek at your exclamation.

"Wait, what?"

"I can't dance, ok? I thought about asking Natasha or Wanda to teach me but I don't want the whole tower to find out. I'd be the laughingstock! I've been sneaking off, watching videos and reading tutorials, trying to teach myself but I just can't get it!"

You wipe your cheeks, trying to stop crying when you hear Bucky laugh from where he stands. How dare he laugh at your admission! "You're such an ass!" Anger feels like it's boiling out of you as you rise from the couch and stomp towards the bedroom, but Bucky grabs your arms and stops you from reaching it.

"I'm sorry, doll. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the situation!" He pulls you into a quick hug and then steps back, giving you some space. "That's it? That's what you've been hiding all along?"

"Of course! Bucky, I know how much you used to love dancing, and now you're stuck with the one woman who can't dance!"

"You swear it's nothing else?"

"What do you mean?

"I just- when you wouldn't talk to me like you used to - when you hid things from me, I started thinking about a thousand reasons why you wouldn't want to be with me anymore. I thought maybe you found a better man or realized that you didn't love me anymore." He's biting his lip from anxiety as he waits for your answer.

"Bucky, there isn't a better man for me and I promise you, I will never stop loving you." Reaching up, you touch his chest lightly, placing your hand over the spot where his heart is beating frantically before you stand on your toes and kiss him softly.

You squeal with surprise when he picks you up, walks to the couch then pulls you into his lap, holding you close. "I love you too, doll. Always have and always will." The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few seconds, just appreciating being close to each other once again. "So you'll go to the wedding with me, right?"

"Bucky, didn't you listen to a word I said?"

"I heard you, you can't dance. I don't care, Y/N. I just want to be with you."

"And I don't want to disappoint you! All I hear is how much you used to love dancing, and if you go with me you won't be able to dance!"

"Doll, you could never disappoint me. And if it bothers you so much, I can teach you a few moves. Besides, the fact that I'm an excellent teacher," Bucky smirks at this, "I'm also a super soldier. Even if you can't dance, like at all, I can throw you around the room and no one will even notice. You can even step on my toes and I couldn't care less. I've got you. I promise I won't let you be embarrassed. I just want to go with you, I want to show off my amazing girlfriend."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, doll. Now, tell me you'll go with me."

"Ok, I'll go with you. Oh, but I need to go buy a dress!" You jump up.

When Bucky rises with you and grabs his things, he notices your gaze on him. "Come on, doll. I'll go shopping with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it's best that I'm part of this important decision. I need to help decide what dress I'm going to rip off you at the end of the evening. It'll be my reward for having you step on my toes at the wedding."

He's too slow to block the cushion hitting him on the back of the head.

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Just a random Business!Steve thot

18+

It's the mid 90s, and you're a highly sought after realtor to the wealthy. One day, you get a call from a potential new client, saying he's in the market for a new apartment or penthouse, he's not sure which yet. You happily tell him you can show him some options tomorrow afternoon, since your other appointment canceled. He thanks you for fitting him in, on such short notice, and you tell him it's nothing, since you have the time. Still, he thanks you again, and says he's looking forward to meeting you.

You're so seemingly charmed from the sound of his voice, you almost forget to ask his name.

"Oh, it's Steve, Steve Harrington."

The following afternoon, you're waiting outside an apartment building, checking your watch. A voice from behind you says your name and you turn automatically.

You're met with possibly the most handsome man you'd ever seen. He's looking you over with his gorgeous eyes while he smiles mischievously.

"Mr. Harrington?" You ask, unable to avert your gaze from his.

"Yes, but call me Steve, please."

"Alright, Steve, shall we go inside?"

"Lead the way," he smiles, as he steps closer to you.

During the elevator ride up to the apartment, you feel his eyes on you. You try to make innocent small talk, as a distraction. He plays along, seeming to enjoy just talking to you.

"This one's kind of on the smaller side, with only two bedrooms and bathrooms, but the view is quite nice," you inform, as you both walk through the living room.

He agreed with you on that, but he was taking in a completely different view.

"So, what do you think?" You ask, turning to face him, once you were each standing in the master bedroom.

"Its nice, but not exactly what I'm looking for," he replies, his eyes on yours again.

"Oh, well, I have several properties yet to show you, so hopefully we'll find what you're looking for," you smile, trying to still be professional and not melt under his gaze.

"I trust that you will. That's why I wanted you, called you specifically," he informs, slightly flustered.

"Well, then, let's move on to the next one."

He gestures for you to exit the room first and your skin feels like it's on fire.

This pattern repeats for the next couple weeks. You show him apartment after apartment, then penthouses. He never seems too interested, but still compliments your taste for picking them for him. You realize he's in the market for something else entirely as you both enter the final penthouse you have to show him that day.

"This is the last one I have for you, literally, as no other listings match what you're looking for..." you reveal, as you stroll through the opulent living room.

"Hmm, I guess I'm just too picky," he sighs, as he follows behind you.

"Although, it's the most luxurious with three bedrooms, baths, and comes fully furnished," you explain, as you walk down the hallway towards the master suite.

He nods as he walks, actually taking in his surroundings.

You both enter the bedroom, with you standing in front of the king size bed, while Steve walks over to admire the view of the city scape.

"So what do you think?" You ask, cutting through the tension in the air.

"I like it," he replies, turning around. "I think this may be the one."

"Good, I'm glad I finally found a place you liked," you joke, as he crosses the short distance to you.

"Like I said, I think I'm too picky," he says, standing in front of you.

He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you to him.

"I knew you'd find something for me, eventually," he adds, while you gaze up at him, helpless.

"Well, I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't keep trying to find what you're looking for," you say, a wave of nervousness rushing over you.

"That's why you're reputation preceeds you," he breathes, leaning in close.

One hand cups your cheek as he takes a moment to just look at you.

"Mr. Harrington-"

"Steve," he then corrects.

"Steve, we shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what?" He teasingly asks, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I thought we had a mutual thing here..."

"Its not that I don't like you, I just make it a rule not to get involved with my clients," you admit.

He licks his lips. "Y'know, rules are meant to be broken."

His lips are pressed to yours before you can respond. You reciprocate his kiss, your fingers grapsing the sleeves of his blazer.

He licks his way into your mouth as he guides you toward the bed. You don't even realize you've moved until the backs of your knees meet the mattress.

You lay on your back, on the plush duvet, with him on top of you. His kisses are lustful, hungry. Your head's spinning from never being kissed like this, especially by someone you don't really know.

His hand moves lower, pushing up your skirt and gripping your pantyhose covered thigh. His hand then drifts up your inner thigh and you gasp when you feel him press his fingers against you.

"I'm tempted to tear these off, but I don't think-"

"Go ahead," you breathe, surprising him.

"You sure?"

You nod, letting yourself give in to your overwhelming desire for him.

He grins before ripping the sheer material from your legs then discarding it behind him.

"Open your legs a little wider, honey," he says, his fingers back to teasing you.

You comply, little sighs and moans leaving your lips. He slips one of his thick fingers into your panties and moans when he feels you.

"I bet you've been like this for weeks, haven't you? Just dripping for me..." he breathes, his lips brushing yours.

He kisses you as he eases his finger inside you. Your hands grip and pull at his hair, as he pushes it in, up to his knuckle.

He gives it a few pumps, before adding another finger.

"Feels good, doesn't it? A pretty girl like you should always feel good..." he says, his lips trailing kisses to your neck.

"Y-Yes, Steve..."

"Just wait until I actually fuck you..." he breathes, against your skin, before biting harshly.  "You want that too, right, honey?"

You'd agree to anything he wanted, in that moment, but you especially wanted that.

"Yes, please..."

"Have dinner with me tonight, and we'll see," he replies, knowing full well what's going to happen.