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Just my personal account for roleplaying, reading fanfiction and looking at fan art♥️ I’m 22 year old scorpio, I’m ace and biromantic! Right now I’m currently watching bridgerton and my favorite game right now is Fortnite! down to make friends, please be 18+ and lgbtq friendly.💌🍒🥀
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‼️🪭please be 18+🪭‼️I’m 22F!
I’m looking for a long term roleplay partner, short term is cool too! I’ve been roleplaying off and on since i was thirteen. Doubles are required, i do oc x character. I prefer a paragraph or two, i will try to match you! I’m okay with slow replies, life happens don’t be afraid to shoot me a text saying you need some time. I would be able to write back like two or three times a day but this can vary if I’m really busy. For my oc (basically a self insert) I like to write in the first person and for your character of choice i write in third person. Awhile back i downloaded discord just in case, I’m still new to it and willing to learn but I prefer tumblr<3. WLW & MLM very much welcomed.
💌Fandoms I’m looking for💌(all characters must be 18+)
Jujutsu kaisen (I’m looking for nanami, geto or gojo)
One piece (I’m on ep 243 which is water seven, i do know a lot of spoilers and other characters such as law and sabo. I’m looking for sanji, mihawk, crocodile, nami or robin)
I’m apart of other fandoms such as my hero academia, the amazing digital circus & ouran high school host club. I’m not looking for them at the moment but they are on the table
Imagine how bad Caleb's crashout will be once he finds out that not only you went to the N109 Zone to chase some aura farming mafia boss, now you're going after a hunky sexy werewolf who works with Ever. Boy will be calling another lockdown on you STAT
YAN! FASHIONISTA who doesn't give a damn about the new secretary they put in place of the old one. Honestly, where did you get that ridiculous sweater with kittens on it? He wanted to fire you as soon as he saw it, but he changed his mind when he remembered all the paperwork he'd need to sign to make it happen.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who finds it funny how you try to simultaneously hang his designer coat on the hanger while talking to a client on the phone.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who rolls his eyes every time you take too long to bring the coffee to his desk.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who, on any given day, has to blink twice when he sees you walk into the office wearing one of the dresses he designed years ago. The dress accentuated all the right places, the ones he'd never deigned to glance at before. He hummed with satisfaction at his choice and returned to work in silence.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who tried to hide his flushed cheeks when he saw you bending down to pick up a pen from the floor, revealing a little more of your thighs.
You, a recent journalism graduate with a mountain of bills to pay, were surprised when your strict boss, known as the Ice King, started giving you clothes from projects he wouldn't be using anymore. Blouses, coats, bags, hats, scarves... in a single month you could barely rummage through your wardrobe without a piece of clothing falling on your head.
Your relationship with the other secretary was reasonably good, but lately she seemed afraid to talk to you. On the other hand, your boss started taking you from one place to another, taking you to fashion shows and charity auctions.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who became desperate when you spent a day away. It's fine that you went to the doctor, but not seeing you wearing the clothes he gave you or leaving coffee on his table made him deeply upset. The other secretary and the other workers in his department avoided him for the rest of the day. In that fit of rage, he was capable of choking someone with a magazine.
YAN! FASHIONISTA who pretended everything was normal when you returned. However, for some unknown reason, your table was now next to his.
Synopsis: You’re a maid in a noble’s estate. Overworked, underpaid, and constantly blamed for problems you didn’t cause.
Luckily, the head butler always steps in. Cold, efficient, and unreadable.
He never gets involved unless absolutely necessary. Except when it comes to you.
You don't know why he keeps showing up right when you need him. You don't know why he stands a little too close when other staff get near you. You don't know why he's always watching.
And you definitely don’t know he’s only pretending to be a butler.
He's an assassin. And you're the only reason he hasn't completed his mission yet.
My Little Maid
You're having a terrible day.
The head housekeeper blamed you for a broken vase you didn't break. The cook yelled at you for burning the toast you weren't even in charge of. And the other maids have been whispering about you all morning—something about your hemline being too short, your hair being too neat, your face being too present.
It was like your whole existence irritated them for no reason at all. Just to torment you for fun.
You hate this house.
But you need this job. And you cannot be picky when the pay is good.
So, you keep your head down and your mouth shut and your hands busy.
"You look like you're about to cry."
You flinch.
The head butler is standing behind you. Silent as always. You didn't even hear him approach.
"I'm not going to cry," you say, scrubbing the same spot on the table for the fifth time.
"Your eyes are red."
"It's allergies."
"It's February."
"Winter allergies."
He doesn't respond. Just stands there, watching you fumble with the rag.
You've gotten used to this—the watching— He does it a lot.
At first you thought he was judging you. Then you thought he was suspicious of you. Now you're not sure what to think.
He's never unkind to you.
He’s never anything to you. Not anything you can properly define, at least.
Except being there.
Always there, for some reason.
"If anyone is giving you trouble," he says finally, "you can tell me."
You frowned, recalling earlier events. "The housekeeper already yelled at me today."
"I know. I was there."
His words made you frown more, what the hell was he asking for then?
"You just stood there." Bitterness seeped into your tone.
"I was observing."
"Observing what?"
He pauses. "The best time to intervene."
You look up at him. His face is blank. Professional. But his eyes are… softer than usual.
"You're weird," you conclude.
"So I've been told."
He walks away.
You watch him go, then turn your attention back to the cleaning rag with a soft huff.
___________
Here's what you don't know about the head butler.
His name isn't really his name. His smile isn't really a smile. His job isn't really a job.
He's been in this house for six months. Posing as staff and waiting for the right moment to eliminate his target—the noble who owns this estate.
He's killed seventeen men before this one. Never hesitated. Never missed. Never cared.
Then he met you.
An ordinary maid. Clumsy, overworked, and too soft for a house like this.
You almost walked into his blade once. Just wandered into the wrong corridor at the wrong time. He had to physically move you out of the way himself.
You'd smiled at him, and apologized. Said "sorry, I'm always getting lost".
He'd stared at you for a full three seconds before remembering to speak.
That was four months ago.
His mission should have been completed three months ago.
Yet he’s still here.
Because every time he prepares to finish the job, something interrupts him.
The other maids cornering you in the halls.
The housekeeper blaming you for mistakes that weren’t yours.
The gardener smiling too long at your face.
Something always comes up.
And then he finds himself delaying things again.
Just a few more days, he tells himself.
Just until things settle down.
But they never do.
You’re too soft for a house like this. Too easy to take advantage of. Trouble clings to you like thread to fabric, and he’s grown used to cutting it away before it reaches you.
So he stays.
Watching, waiting. Removing problems before you even realize they exist. Making sure no one hurts what's his.
All while telling himself it’s temporary.
Even though, deep down, he already knows he has no intention of leaving you behind.
__________
You don't notice the gardener at first.
He's new at the mansion. Friendly, always offering to help you carry things.
"Here, let me get that for you."
"I can carry my own laundry."
"It's heavy."
"I've been carrying it for three years. I think I can handle it."
He laughs. And takes the basket from you anyway.
You roll your eyes but let him. It was like a breath of fresh air to have someone greet your face without disdain for once, although it was still somewhat suspicious how friendly he’s been to you so far.
Across the garden, the head butler stops walking. Noticing you along with another figure…
His hands curl into fists at his sides.
He watches the gardener walk beside you. Watches him lean a little too close. Watches him smile a little too wide.
That's new, he thinks.
That's a problem.
_________
The gardener starts showing up everywhere.
In the kitchen when you're cleaning up. In the hallway when you're mopping. In the garden when you're hanging laundry.
Always offering to help, and finding excuses to be near you.
"Hey, I was wondering…" He scratches the back of his neck. "After work sometime. Do you want to maybe… get a drink? With me?"
You blink in surprise. "A drink?"
"Yeah. Nothing fancy. Just… together. You and me."
You open your mouth to answer.
“The evening curfew still applies to the staff.”
Both of you turn at the voice.
The head butler stands at the end of the garden path, hands folded neatly behind his back. Expression calm as ever.
But his eyes are fixed solely on the gardener.
The gardener straightens immediately. “C-curfew?”
You furrow your brows. “Since when do we have a curfew?”
“Since recently.” The butler replies smoothly, already walking closer. His shoes click softly against the stone path.
“That’s ridiculous,” you scoff. “Nobody told us that.”
“They’re being informed now.”
The gardener laughs nervously. “I mean… it’s just one drink, sir.”
The butler stops beside you. Too close.
“You seem unusually distracted lately,” he says mildly.
The gardener’s smile falters. “Excuse me?”
“Your work quality has declined.” His tone stays perfectly polite. “You’ve abandoned your station three times this week. Damaged two rose bushes, and misplaced equipment yesterday afternoon.”
The gardener goes pale.
You glance between them in confusion. How the hell does he know all that?
“And now,” the butler continues, gaze lowering slightly, “you appear more interested in following one of the maids around the estate than performing your assigned duties.”
“It’s not like that—”
“The estate does not pay you to loiter.”
The gardener stiffens under the calm reprimand.
You finally step in. “Okay, that’s enough. He was only asking me for a drink, not committing treason.”
The butler turns toward you immediately.
And the shift in his expression is subtle. Tiny, but there.
Something dark flickers behind his eyes for a second too long.
“A drink,” he repeats quietly.
“Yes?” you deadpan.
His gaze lingers on your face. Then lowers, down to the gardener still holding your laundry basket.
His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
“You seem very comfortable with her,” he says softly.
The gardener visibly wilts beneath the attention.
“I-I was only trying to be friendly.”
“Friendly,” the butler echoes.
You suddenly understand why the younger staff members are terrified of him.
Because he never raises his voice.
That somehow makes it worse, like the calm before the storm.
The gardener hurriedly shoves the basket back into your arms. “Sorry. Sorry, sir.” Then he practically flees the garden.
Silence settles afterward.
You stare at the butler. “That was unnecessarily intense.”
“He was neglecting his work.”
“He asked me out, he didn’t start a rebellion.”
The butler’s eyes move back to you again. Watching quietly, steadily.
“And were you going to accept?” He inquires, trying to sound casual.
Your grip tightens slightly on the basket. “That’s none of your business.”
There was a long silent pause, before he calmly says:
“It is when someone starts taking liberties with what belongs to this household.” The last word was said very clearly, yet his eyes somehow hinted at something different completely.
Your brows knit together immediately. “You make me sound like furniture.”
“No.” His response comes too fast.
For the first time, something cracks through his composure. You didn’t understand why, but it looked something like jealousy.
His eyes flick toward the direction the gardener disappeared in, expression hardening faintly before returning to you.
“You’re considerably more troublesome than furniture.”
___________
The gardener disappears three days later.
No one knows where he went. One morning he just… wasn't there. His quarters were empty with his belongings gone.
Everyone said something different about him:
The head housekeeper said he'd resigned.
The cook said he'd been transferred.
The stable boy said he'd heard screaming in the night but thought it was a fox.
You don't know what to think.
You just know that when you mentioned it to the head butler, he looked at you with those unreadable eyes and said “He was unsuitable for this house."
You furrow your brows in confusion. "What does that mean?"
"It means he's gone."
"But where?"
Somewhere behind him, the fireplace crackles.
"Somewhere he can't bother you anymore."
That there… That look has your blood go cold.
"I don't— I wasn't bothered,"
"You were uncomfortable." He cuts you off.
"I wasn't." You repeat sternly.
"I saw your face when he asked you out. You didn't want to go."
"That doesn't mean I wanted him to disappear."
The butler tilts his head. "What did you want, then?"
You open your mouth. Close it.
You don't have an answer.
He steps closer. Just one step. But it's enough to make your heart stutter.
"I told you before," he says quietly. "If anyone is giving you trouble, you can tell me."
"I didn't ask you to do anything." You retreat backwards.
"I know."
"So why—"
"I saw a problem. I removed it."
"That's not—you can't just remove people.”
"I can." His voice drops into something low and dark. "I can do a lot of things you don't know about."
You stare at him, pupils shaking slightly.
He stares back.
And for the first time, you notice something you've never seen before.
He's not wearing his usual gloves. And that allows you to see a scar on his hand. A long, old scar covering most of his palm.
The kind of scar you get from a knife.
"What happened to your hand?" you whisper.
He looks down. Flexes his fingers. Then looks back at you.
"A job," he says. "A long time ago."
"What kind of job?" You probe.
"The kind you don't ask about."
He pulls his gloves from his pocket. Slides them back on in front of you slowly. Deliberately.
He looks down onto the wooden floor for a long moment. There’s sudden determination burning in his eyes before he directed them back onto you.
"Stay away from the east wing tonight," he says.
"Why?"
"There will be… noise."
"What kind of noise?"
He doesn't answer.
Just turns and walks away, leaving you behind with a thousand questions left to sort out.
_________
You spend the night in your room.
Under the covers with your hands covering your ears.
Because from the east wing, somewhere deep in the noble's private chambers, there are sounds you can't explain.
A door opening.
A struggle.
A single, choked scream.
Then silence.
You don't sleep, even when the only sound left is from the hooting owl at your window.
In the morning, the noble is dead. Heart attack, they say. Talking about how it was very sudden and tragic.
And the staff is given the week off.
You pack your things, ready to head back to your hometown after a long time.
The head butler finds you in the hallway with a small luggage of belongings in hand.
"Leaving?"
"The house is in mourning. We're all leaving." You vaguely turn your head to the other staff members already heading out.
"Not all of us."
You look at him, standing in the shadows. Watching silently.
"What are you going to do now?" you ask.
He pauses to contemplate an answer. "I've been thinking about that."
"And?"
"I've been thinking…" He steps closer. "About taking something with me."
"Something?"
"Someone."
You stop breathing.
He's close now. So close you can smell something metallic on him. Something that isn't cologne.
"You knew," you whisper, connecting unhelpful dots in your mind. "You knew what was going to happen last night."
"I did."
"The noble—"
"He was my target from the beginning."
And that’s when everything starts to make sense to you. He was never a butler.
He was an assassin.
You should run, get away from him.
You should scream and alert the house.
You should do anything except stand here frozen while an assassin looks at you like you're the only thing in the world worth sparing.
"Why are you telling me this?"
He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His gloved fingers are warm.
"Because I'm not going to kill you."
"That's… that's good?" Your heart is still beating loudly in your chest, but it’s a little more bearable now.
"It would be easier if I did." He looked down to the ground, eyes somber.
"What?"
He sighs. Like he's explaining something simple to a child.
"I've been in this house for six months. My mission should have taken no more than a few weeks. But I kept finding reasons to stay.”
He looks up at you. “Reasons with your face. Your voice. Your stupid tendency to walk into dangerous corridors at the wrong time."
"You spared my life…" You realize.
"I saved your life fourteen times." He tilts his head. "I counted."
He didn’t just spare you, he went out of his way to protect you, is what you get from him. But the reason is still left unsaid: "Why?"
His gaze on you softens, too gentle for what he says next.
"Because you're mine," he answers simply. "Whether you know it yet or not."
The fireplace crackles, just like last night allowing goosebumps to take over skin.
Somewhere outside, a carriage door slams.
The head butler—the assassin, the man who just killed someone in the night—smiles.
It's the first time you've ever seen him smile.
It's terrifying.
"Pack your things," he gently orders. "We're leaving together."
"I never agreed to that." You hold your luggage closer to yourself like a shield.
"You will."
"And if I don't?"
He steps back first this time. Picks up his bag, and walks toward the door.
He pauses in front of the doorway, turning his head slightly to address you.
"Then I'll wait," he says. "I'm very patient." Especially after holding back for three months already, the last part is left unsaid.
And just like that, he leaves.
You stand in the empty hallway, heart pounding.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice whispers:
He's not going to stop.
He's never going to stop.
And you’re going to surrender yourself to him sooner or later.
Assassins, after all, were known for always finishing what they started.
Zayne pulls the stethoscope away from your daughter’s chest, before jolting down a few notes on his clipboard. Your daughter giggles as you put her cardigan back on and button it up. Zayne finishes writing up his report, before swiveling back to you and your daughter, holding out a colorful jar.
“Well done, you’ve behaved very well for the checkup. Would you like a piece of candy?”
You watched as your daughter beamed, looking back at you for confirmation. You nod, so she reaches out her little hand…only to be blocked.
“Woah, sweetie. Don’t want you eating too much processed sugar.” Caleb cuts in, plucking the shiny candy out of his daughter’s hands.
“Hey!” Your daughter cries out in outrage, jumping for her prize, but her much taller father holds it out of reach.
“No, sweet girl, you don’t know what chemicals are in this. Red-40, preservatives, mineral oil…”
“Nooooooo…”
“Yeeeeeees…”
You sigh, and apologise for your husbands antics to Zayne, who’s staring straight ahead, unmoving. He sits at his desk like a statue, watching Caleb effortlessly pick up his daughter, ruffle her hair, kiss her cheek. As Caleb, Caleb, leans down to kiss your cheek, intertwining his left hand with yours, the glint of his wedding ring, matching with yours (obviously) gleams under the cold hospital lights, almost mocking Zayne. You kiss him back tenderly. Zayne looks down at his own empty hands.
Why not me?
“Um, Zayne, are you alright?”
He snaps out of his daze at your voice. Zayne clears his throat, and adjusts his white lab coat.
“Of course.” Suddenly, the doctor is back. “Make sure she spends plenty of time outside in fresh air and keeps up the good exercise. I’ll be expecting another appointment next month.”
You smile at him, relieved. “Take care, okay? Don’t overwork yourself.”
Zayne pushes up his glasses, and nods, wordlessly.
Just as you lead the way out of the pediatric’s room, Caleb stops, your daughter still nestled in his arms. He looks over his shoulder, and flashes Zayne a smug, knowing grin.
“Bye, doc. See you next month. Looking forwards to it.”
chubbyfemme!reader in her skimpy little bathing suit. Domina didn't expect to see you like this, all pretty and dolled up for such a simple summer outing. You looked yummy. Your tits bounced effortlessly as you walked, the triangle top barely holding them. Not that she was looking... She pulled up in front of you, her feet burried in the sand.
Domina squeezed at your hips, smiling down at you. "You look divine in this darling. Truly." You giggled at her, ticklish from her fingers gripping at your sides.
"We should buy you more bathing suits like this..." She admired you for a good while, before ordering you to sit down.
And you better believe she loved touching all over you under the disguise of sunscreen application.
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hi everyone!:) I’m 22 she/her and ETS. At the moment I’m looking for someone to play yandere gojo (jjk) or yandere Sebastian (stardew valley) paired with my oc. As for plots I was thinking roommates for Sebastian or coworkers with gojo! With lots of fluff as well:)
im also apart of the kid at the back fandom & the freak circus fandom if anyone is interested! Haven’t really found anyone who is apart of those fandoms yet!
Please be 20+ though. I do doubles & I try to do one to two paragraphs. I’m still getting use to writing smut but it isn’t completely off the table.
Although gore, kidnapping & drugging aren’t really my thing though. Characters must be 18+ as well. If anyone is interested lmk or feel free to add me!
a/n: Can you tell this was meant to come out on Valentine's Day. Anyway, something for the new heroes. Minus the cat for very clear reasons.
Domina
💎》 She is very direct, and it comes off more of a statement rather than a question.
💎》 She already knows you're going to say yes to her, but she would spend some time making sure you agree.
💎》 Once she gets a full proof plan, she lures you in. Most likely, with the use of money and a lot of it by that.
💎》 Your taken to the fanciest of places. Buying you new clothes, makeup, jewellery, anything that catches your eye.
💎》 At least a couple of thousand dollars would be spent setting everything up.
💎》 After all she wants you indebted to her doing so will increase your chances of agreeing.
💎》 Once she believes you're ready, she brings you to the most fancy dinner restaurant.
💎》 Half way through dinner is when she asks.
💎》 “I think I deserve to be repaid for setting today up. You know how you do that? Be mine. It is simple enough I'm sure you can do that for me.”
You say yes
💎》 “Good I knew you were a smart one.”
💎》 She is noticeable a lot more happy having a smile on her face. As she lends back in her chair.
💎》 After dinner, she spends just a bit more money on you to remember the moment. Buying you a diamond ring with both of your initials on it.
You say no
💎》 “Really? After everything I have done for you. How ungrateful can you be?”
💎》 She bitter about it. But she also doesn't believe you would say no to hear so she gives you a chance to fix your answer.
💎》 For the next couple of days she's going make your life miserable until you change your answer.
💎》 If your answer remains a no, she moves on but not before using her wealth and power to change your life by destroying your chances of every getting a job or holding a job again.
Emre
👁》 Maybe his age is showing, but he wants it to be romantic when he asks.
👁》 But that kind of hard when it comes to the work he does and his problem, but he is going to try.
👁》 Also, with his history of dating being a bit of a playboy, so now, at his age, he wants to be better than his past self.
👁》 If Freja around she's probably going to rope herself in to being his wing women. She's not going to let himself make a fool of himself.
👁》 Pulling what he has together, he presents himself with a small bouquet of flowers. Along with grooming himself to make himself presentable to you.
👁》 Handing over the flowers, he asks for a moment of your time.
👁》 Accepting, he lend you away to a quiet area, one that had a breathtaking veiw. For a moment, he lets you enjoy it before he explains why you're really here.
👁》 Taking your hand into his, he speaks.
👁》“I… Know this is a selfish thing to ask, but. Can you make me the happiest man alive and be mine?”
You say yes
👁》 “Thank you…”
👁》 Squeezing your hand he smiled softly just staring amazed at the breathtaking person who just agreed to be his.
👁》 For the rest of the day the two of you spend enjoying each other community and the view of the quiet area.
You say no
👁》 “Ah…”
👁》 It is very awkward, and he lets go of your hand quickly, not wanting to make it worse.
👁》 He lends you back once doing so, so he pulls his scarf up, doing his best not to look at you.
👁》 Once down, he just leaves you alone. Disappear off the face of the earth, something his body does for him not letting himself or you realized that moment will be the last time the two of you would every meet.
Mizuki
⛩️》 Out of everyone he is the most relax about asking you. No gifts just him and his charm to sway you over. A tall ask for some but for him, it's going to be a cakewalk.
⛩️》 It be during a quiet moment where it just you and him with the rest of the Yōkai members nowhere in sight. Sitting on a rooftop together watching the stars up above.
⛩️》 Fiddling with the chain in his robotic arm as he shares some small talk with you wanting for the best time to ask his question.
⛩️》 And at that moment is where he chokes.
⛩️》 Apart of him had long accepted his feeling were one-sided and that asking you out might ruin the bond he spent so long building with you.
⛩️》To ruin all that work and to be left betraying your trust would hurt more to him than being a double agent and betraying people he grown to care for.
⛩️》 He could back out ask you another time but with his luck he might never get another time. So pushing ahead he asks you something trying to hide how nervous he is.
⛩️》 “So... I heard there this nice cafe was thinking me, you that place this Friday. Sounds good?"
You say yes
“Oh, that good glad you liked the idea."
⛩️》 He was lucky he wears a mask because if he didn't, you probably would see his big goofy grin.
⛩️》 Pulls down his hat and turns away like a blushing bride. It may look very out of character for his aloofness but to say he wasn't overjoy would be an understatement.
You say no
“Whatever.”
⛩️》 With a blank stare he just leaves. No comment no nothing. Leaving you alone to think over what you just said and the double meaning behind his words.
⛩️》 He bitter about it but keep that to himself. Along with staying away from you for now on like everything in his life he just always messes it up.
Anran
🔥》 She can handle most things well-being an older sibling. Becoming an Overwatch agent, growing up under strict parents the list goes on. But that shaped her into who she is.
🔥》 She also a 22 year old with barely any life experience who in her fourth year in university.
🔥》 To that this might be the hardest thing She every done. Even if she doesn't physically show how nervous she is.
🔥》 Wuyang being the best wingman he can with no experience does everything he can to ready his sister for the moment.
🔥》 Days of planning and brainstorming with Wuyang until she has a rough guild line of what she should do. Until she ready enough to ask you the big question that been on her mind.
🔥》 She come over to you with a box of chocolate in hand or a treat like it that she knows you would like. Handing that over she puff up her chest and pop the question to you.
🔥》 “These are for you… There is something else I do need to ask. Would it be alright with you, if we could go on a date this weekend?”
You say yes
🔥》 “Really? I mean glad you're giving me a chance.”
🔥》 She is shocked and you, and can hear a noticeable “Let's go!” in the background from Wuyang.
🔥》 Once collecting herself she thanks you once more promising you wouldn't regret agreeing.
You say no
🔥》 “Sorry to bother you then.”
🔥》 She's doing her best to hold it together as she quickly leaves.
🔥》 Though it hurt she understands being regret is just part of life and best thing she can do is move on. Even if her heart doesn't want to.
Domina x fem! Reader where she takes you out for dinner 💔❤️ PLEASE ANYTGING OF HER I HAVENT SEEN ANY FICS OF HER 😭😭😭
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You pick at your plate, shoulders hunched tightly as you move a cut of expensive steak around with your fork. Toying with the meat as if it might jump out at you, because you couldn’t believe that this slice alone was worth at least a hundred dollars.
Domina’s eyes haven’t left you since you sat down.
Such a fidgety thing you were. So unsettled at the thought of being spoiled that it almost offended her. Someone like you deserved everything she lavished you in, and she couldn’t bare to think of how you lived before she came into your life.
“Is it not to your liking?” Domina suddenly says, watching your eyes flit up to meet her in a moment of panic, worrying that you might’ve seemed rude. “I can always ask the waiter to bring you something else. Lobster, perhaps?”
You look like you’re about to pass out, and Domina’s painted lips twitch into a sharp smirk.
“Eat up, darling.” She croons, patting your cheek in a way that read condescendingly tender, “I can’t have you feeling faint later, as I have much in store for you.”
Despite how much her words sounded like a threat, you put up little argument and begin to eat your food. A small, surprised noise leaving you when the meat practically melted on your tongue.
You'd get used to her command in time, learn not to hesitate and do what she asks of you in a snap of her fingers. But for now? Domina finds you'll do wonderfully under her.
Hey loves, I’m looking for a long term roleplay partner(s) this ofc is not to replace anyone
Please note I strictly do doubles & only OC x character. 20+ only!! Im 22. I roleplay on here or discord:) mxm & wxw always welcome ofc! I’m still trying to get comfortable writing smut but it’s not completely off the table. I’m okay with darker elements as well (yandere) just ask:)! If you are interested feel free to dm me! Please check my pinned for more rp info!:3
Plots I’m looking to do
- I’m looking for someone to play mafia boss sukuna (jjk) x my fem oc. Her brother went into debt then “went missing” and now she has to pay back his debt by working for sukuna.
-a royal AU where Nanami (Jjk) is a prince and is set to fall in love with a neighboring kingdom’s princess but he falls in love with the maid (my oc) over time. I’ve been watching bridgerton lately lol
-a plot where my oc becomes a member of the strawhats (one piece) after previously being a doctor for the foxy pirates; I’m looking to pair my oc with sanji, nami or Robin!
-my oc gets a job at the baratie as a bartender and slowly falls in love with sanji (one piece)
-a plot with Sebastian (stardew valley) where actually moves to the city and my oc & him are roommates!
-a plot with Emily (stardew valley) where my oc takes over the farm & slowly over time fall for each other
As for characters I’m not willing to play out of these fandom I’ve listed:
-Clint (stardew valley)
-Sandy(stardew valley) I don’t know much about her yet😅
Asking them to peel an orange for you; strawhat addition
Synopsis: they peel an orange for youuu<3
Genre: fluffy fluff fluff
T/w: 🤔 I don’t think there is any, lmk if I’m wrong. Possibly misspelled words I’m sleepy lolll.
Luffy, zoro, nami, sanji & usopp (separate) X reader
Luffy
-he’s sitting out on the deck drawing as you guys are heading to you next destination. You come and plop down next to him, he turns smiling at your presence. “Look y/n! I’m drawing a fish.” He holds up the drawing so you can see better. Smiling at his drawing you look towards him before he goes back to drawing “luffy can you peel this for me?” You ask innocently.
-he sets down his pencil and sketchbook before taking the orange from your hands, “yeah sure!” He begins working away.
-he gets done peeling it fast and tries getting the bigger pieces of the orange strings off for you. He also steels a little piece of the orange before handing it to you with a bright smile. “Here you go!”
-once you begin eating your now peeled orange, Luffy tries a small piece of the outer orange. His face twists in discomfort, humming in discomfort he gets up and goes to the railing spitting the rind into the sea.
Zoro
-He just got comfortable in his hammock after struggling with his swords to cooperate. Laying back with his eyes closed listening to the way the boat rocks softly with the waves. Hearing you make you way to him, he opens one eye. His arms are crossed behind his head. “Mhm?” He hums as he scans over your face for any signs of discomfort.
-you hold the tangerine second guessing if maybe you shouldn’t ask, he looks comfortable. “I was going to ask if you could peel this for me” you say looking at the tangerine. “Are your fingers broken?”he asks as his attention is on you now. You let out a little huff “no I just didn’t want to get all the stickiness on my hands” you say feeling a little dumb for asking him now
-just as your about to turn to leave he holds out his hand for the orange
-it doesn’t take him long to peel it, he gets off some of the white strands but then hands it to you. “Bon appétit” he says in a plain sarcastic tone, mocking Sanji in the process with a small grin on his face.
Nami
-shes sitting in the kitchen with a book and a cup of tea while you guys are docked somewhere. Just you two on the ship, keeping an eye on it. She turns her page as she acknowledges you coming in, her eyes look up from her book as you sit across from her. “What’s up?” She asks as her eyes go back to her book.
- “I want this tangerine but I don’t feel like peeling it,” you say hoping she gets the hint. She looks at you above her glasses with a tsk noise leaving her, she puts her book mark in place and closes her book.
-she takes the orange and begins peeling it as the citrus smell fills the space between you. She picks her tea cup, placing it on the table so she has a place to put your orange. She get most of the white strings off, peeling an orange is mussel memory at this point. She splits it in half for you.
- before siding the plate to you she takes three little piece of the orange, she eats a slice and smiles at you. “preparing tax” she motions to the small piece she took before opening her book.
Sanji
-he just got done with the lunch rush and luffy’s big appetite, sitting out on the deck enjoying his cigarette. He notices you out the corner of his eye as you are walking to him, he smiles brightly at you as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Hello sweetheart” he says as you stand across from him. “Hi Sanji, I wanted to tell you that lunch was good, I never got to tell you earlier” you say with the orange in your hand.
- “I’m glad you liked it my sweet” he says with a small smile as he admires you. He takes note of the orange and nods towards it before holding out his hand. “I can peel that for you” he looks up at you and takes it once you hand it to him.
-he’s swift and makes it look so easy, he even gets a majority of the white strands off for you. He makes it so they are just little pieces, you don’t even have to rip it apart. Handing the pieces back to you “here you are my love” he says with a smile before getting up to discard of the rind.
-he comes back out to sit with you as you watch Luffy and usopp try to catch dinner.
Usopp
-you find him sitting down fidgeting with his slingshot and making more ammo. It takes him a moment to realize you are sitting across from him but he smiles when he sees you. He gives you a brief yet detailed rundown about how he’s going to take down bad guys with his weapon.
- “I was wondering if you could peel this for me?” You ask looking at him as he dusts off his hands. Usopp nods “yeah yeah, I got you” he says as he takes the orange. He works away a the rind then the stringy parts.
- he splits it in half for you, one of the small pieces come off and he holds it up to his mouth it make it look like a smile. He smiles whiling holding it up to his lips then eats it before holding out the rest for you.
