I'm not sure anyone will actually see this, but I just saw a Russian app on TikTok. The app itself hosts several groups that allow the sending of photos, videos, and links, and these groups are sending CP (ch1ld prngraphy) and z00ph1lia (I'm not sure if I can comment on the words without censorship)
The app has a website and is available on the Play Store and apparently the Apple Store, with a rating for ages 12 and up. Furthermore, there is a lot of pornographic content; it doesn't take you long to find it (similar to the app called RAVE).
However, I'm not sure if I should reveal the app's name precisely because of the ease of access to this type of content, plus they send links to private Telegram groups with this content.
((Random tags to try and reach more people â forgive me, I've never done anything like this before, but I don't want to stay silent knowing that something like this is being distributed so easily))
I'm not sure anyone will actually see this, but I just saw a Russian app on TikTok. The app itself hosts several groups that allow the sending of photos, videos, and links, and these groups are sending CP (ch1ld prngraphy) and z00ph1lia (I'm not sure if I can comment on the words without censorship)
The app has a website and is available on the Play Store and apparently the Apple Store, with a rating for ages 12 and up. Furthermore, there is a lot of pornographic content; it doesn't take you long to find it (similar to the app called RAVE).
However, I'm not sure if I should reveal the app's name precisely because of the ease of access to this type of content, plus they send links to private Telegram groups with this content.
((Random tags to try and reach more people â forgive me, I've never done anything like this before, but I don't want to stay silent knowing that something like this is being distributed so easily))
The app itself describes itself as an "Anime Fan App", Their logo resembles the figure of a cat with a spiral drawn on it with a green background (đ â For those who don't know, this symbol is used as a sign for p3d0phil3s.)
L knows his obsession with sweets is frowned upon, or at the very least questioned, by those around him. Watari, of course, doesn't mind, but the rest of the team working on the Kira investigation is sure to offer L a side eye every time he stacks fifteen sugar cubes in his tea.
He never thought that you would have the exact same habits.
You're new on the team, but L notices your quirk immediately. You always bring a marble soda to your desk, as well as a bag full of snacks that you consume throughout the day as you work. Strawberry pastries, candy bars, and mochi are some of your favorites, he's observed.
Sometimes, L notices when your stash is running low, and when you leave the room for a break, he takes the liberty of depositing some of his own snacks on your desk. You'll return to the room to find half melted ice cream bars and fruit jelly packs on top of your work area. But when you glance in L's direction, he'll always be in the same position, hunched in his swivel chair, staring at the security footage on the computer screens.
So you begin to share your snacks with L. It's a way of silently thanking him.
"Here," you shyly hand him one of the pastries you brought. "They're from my favorite bakery. I thought you might like to try one."
L murmurs a thanks and accepts the sweet treat from your hands. He immediately begins consuming the delicately frosted pastry, and between mouthfuls, mutters, "It's very good." Then he hands you one of his candy bars in exchange. You pretend not to notice as he looks away to hide the slight blush that has begun to form beneath his lined eyes.
And that's how a trading system developed. You'll exchange snacks with each other, like mutually beneficial partners in consuming sugar. Before long, you both have a shared snack stash in the office, full of both of your favorites. (L always makes sure you have first pick.)
The other detectives are flabbergasted, of course. "By god, dealing with one was enough but now there's two?"
Needless to say, the supply of sugar cubes decreases far more rapidly every day.
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a/n: ngl whenever i write for L i picture kento yamazaki L in my head but you can picture whoever you want :3
Joel has no clue how he scored a girlfriend, he never goes anywhere, just work and home. But he met her the rare time he did go somewhere. He was stocking up on groceries when he dropped some things from his cart. He was too tired to notice and didn't know until a woman came up and tapped him. He was going to get snappy when he turned but quickly shut down when he saw it was a girl. She smiled at him and dropped his stuff in the cart and the rest is history.
Which led him to now. He knew the signs, he'd seen them in porn. He was preeetty sure she was ready to take their relationship to the next level, but he had no clue how to bring it up. So in typical Joel fashion he sputtered it out over the phone one day while he was getting ready for work.
"Do I want to what?"
"Sorry S/O I mean I- kaslfhkfjhbc"
"Joel-"
"I just thought-"
"Joel."
And then he hung up in a panic. Real smooth. She texted him soon after, letting him know it was alright and that she wasn't upset, but he couldn't handle hearing her again right now. Later that evening, when it was almost time for him to head home, he got a text and picture. He nearly choked on his energy drink when he saw it, hiding his phone from his coworkers. It was a simple picture of some lingerie, she wasn't even wearing it, and the message was asking if he wanted to come over after work. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He shakily typed out a simple 'sure', trying to sound as cool headed as possible.
He counted down the minutes until he got off, for the first time, he lost focus on his craft. His hands were shaky the entire time after he got that text. He was nervous the whole drive too. He rang her doorbell, avoiding eye contact with the camera. She opens the door and greets him with that smile he adores so much. She was in the fluffy robe she was squealing about buying the other day, it made him even more nervous, he knew exactly what was under it. He stepped inside and saw the dim lights and candles and knew what was gonna happen.
"So uh...what do you have planned...?"
"Well I thought about what you said earlier...and well, do you want to? Y'know, do it?"
Joel was immediately flustered , he could barely stammer out a response.
"Y-Yeah I mean yeah I'd like to- If you want."
"Really? Alright! I wanted to maybe set the mood, one of my friends said lap dances were a good way to, so I spent today learning, but if that sounds silly then we can just-"
"NO- I mean- No. I want to. I wanna see it, I mean."
Joel slips his shoes off and walks over to her couch, sitting down and staring at the ground. She walked around the room, turning on some music before standing in front of him.
"Are you at least gonna look at me?"
"Right right, sorry. I'm just kinda y'know.."
She chuckles.
"Me too."
He looks up, gulping when he sets eyes on her. She takes a breath and opens her robe, Joel's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees wha's under. His hands grip his pants and his leg begin to bounce. He's feeling a lot of things right now, nervousness, anticipation, arousal, thoughts swimming around in his mind. He watches as her hips begin to sway sensually, hypnotizing him instantly. As she moves closer, his hands shakily come to rest on her hips. She rolls her hips, hovering above his lap and placing her hands on his shoulders. Joel is face to chest with her, he's beat red with a raging erection straining against his pants. She cups his face in her hands and tilts his head up, looking into his eyes, so much love and adoration in them, it's almost too much for him. She leans down, capturing his lips with hers. He melts instantly, his grip on her hips tightening, but not enough to stop her movements. She lowers herself in his lap and grinds directly onto the bulge in his pants, making him groan into the kiss. His hands start to roam over her body as he gains more confidence, his hips rolling up against her.
The music became background noise as he lost himself in her touch. His hands come up to the bra piece of the lingerie, pulling away and looking at her her shyly.
"Can I..?"
She nods, playing with his hair. He unhooks it, pulling it off of her and dropping it to the floor.
"You're so amazing.."
"Thank you, Joel."
She continues her dance, rocking her hips against him. He reaches a hand up to fondle her chest, groaning as she grinds against him. He leans up to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He doesn't want this to end, it just feels so amazing. He's never done anything like this before. And to think it was happening right now, with his out this world girlfriend was just-
"Shit- wait get up-"
"Huh?"
His hands leave her to cover his face. He can't believe he just came from a lap dance. This was supposed to be their first time. It was supposed to be perfect. Now she probably wanted him to leave.
"I'm sorry."
She turns his face to her and smiles.
"Hey it's alright."
Even though his face is looking towards her, his eyes avoid any contact. She hugs him, putting her chest in his face and making him lie down on the couch.
"Let's give you a bit to recover then we can try again."
astronomer reader Ă Joel gear PLEASE!! Reader is Stanley's younger sibling and studies space science
I'd die to see you write about Joel :3
Space Between the Stars
Joel Gear x Reader
Synopsis: Tasked with charting the stars for Senkuâs dream of space travel, you struggle with a broken telescope and mounting frustration. Joel steps in, applying his gift for detail and quiet understanding. Under the open sky, mutual admiration and unspoken affection begin to take shape, even if neither of you realizes it yet.
Word Count: 2,200
The grass is cool beneath your back, the faint scent of earth and night air clinging to your clothes as you stare up at the sky. Stars scatter overhead in familiar patterns, comforting, frustratingly distant, and achingly beautiful all at once.
You adjust the charcoal pencil between your fingers and add another mark to the rough star map resting on your stomach. Senku wants precision, of course. If he is serious about going to space, and knowing him he absolutely is, then he needs the clearest possible understanding of the heavens. Angles, positions, long term movement. You are the best person for the job.
Or at least, you were.
You sigh and glance sideways at the telescope sitting a few feet away, partially disassembled and very much useless. You had been adjusting it earlier, trying to recalibrate the alignment, but something was off. No matter what you did, the image warped just enough to make accurate observation impossible.
You hated that you could not fix it yourself.
Footsteps crunch softly behind you.
âYouâre⊠not using it?â
The voice is quiet, cautious. You do not need to look to know who it is.
You push yourself up onto your elbows and glance back. Joel stands a short distance away, hands tucked awkwardly into his coat pockets, goggles resting at his neck. His eyes flick between you and the broken telescope like he is not quite sure which one he should be looking at.
âOh, hey, Joel,â you say, offering a small smile. âYeah. Itâs busted. Or misaligned. Or cursed. One of the three.â
He blinks, then clears his throat. âThatâs⊠unfortunate.â
Coming from anyone else, it might sound blunt. From Joel, it is almost gentle.
You sit up fully now, brushing grass from your sleeves. âI was trying to fix it, but the image keeps drifting. I adjusted the mount, checked the lens, even recalculated the angle twice, still off.â
Joel hesitates, rocking slightly on his heels. You can practically see him debating whether to say something. Finally, he gestures vaguely toward the telescope.
âI⊠if you want, I could look at it.â
Your eyes brighten instantly. âReally?â
He stiffens at your tone, nodding a bit too quickly. âI mean! If you donât want me to, thatâs fine. I just⊠small mechanisms tend to leave clues when somethingâs wrong.â
âThat would be amazing,â you say, maybe a little too fast. âIâd really appreciate it.â
A faint flush creeps up his neck, barely visible in the moonlight. He moves past you toward the telescope, crouching beside it with careful precision, like he is afraid to disturb it further.
You watch quietly as he works.
Joel does not rush. He never does. His fingers move slowly, deliberately, adjusting screws by fractions, pausing to peer through the lens, then adjusting again. He notices things you had not. Tiny stress marks near the joint, a minuscule imbalance in the housing that throws everything off by degrees instead of inches.
You are reminded, not for the first time, that his genius is not loud like Senkuâs or forceful like your brother Stanleyâs. Joelâs brilliance lives in the details most people overlook.
After a long while, he exhales softly.
âFound it,â he murmurs.
âWhat was it?â you ask.
âThe internal ring,â he says, carefully tightening it. âIt was warped. Barely. Enough to skew the alignment every time you adjusted the outside.â
You stare. ââŠThat makes so much sense.â
He pauses, glancing back at you. âIt does?â
âYeah,â you say, grinning. âI should have checked that. Guess I was too focused on the big picture.â
He hums quietly, like he is thinking. âBig pictures are important. But theyâre built from small parts.â
Then he steps aside. âTry it.â
You scramble to your feet and lean over the telescope, holding your breath as you peer through the lens.
The stars snap into perfect clarity.
Sharp. Aligned. Exactly where they should be.
âOh my god,â you breathe. âJoel, itâs perfect.â
Relief and excitement bubble over, and before you can stop yourself, you turn to him, hands clasped. âThank you. Seriously. Iâve been losing my mind over this.â
His eyes widen slightly. âI⊠youâre welcome. It wasnât⊠hard.â
âYouâre incredible,â you say earnestly. âI donât know what I would do without you.â
That definitely does it.
Joel freezes, shoulders drawing in as his gaze darts away. âIâm⊠I just fixed a thing. Thatâs all.â
You laugh softly, not unkind. âStill. Iâm grateful.â
He nods, clearly at a loss for words.
After a moment, you glance back at your star map, then up at the sky. âIâm almost done for the night. Senku will want the rest tomorrow anyway.â
You hesitate, then look back at him. âDo you want to sit with me? For a bit?â
Joel blinks. Once. Twice.
ââŠSit?â
âYeah,â you say, patting the grass beside you. âYou donât have to talk. Just company.â
For a second, you think he might decline. Then he carefully lowers himself onto the grass, leaving just enough space to be polite.
The stars stretch endlessly above you.
You resume sketching, occasionally pointing out constellations, planets, old world navigation paths. Joel listens intently, asking quiet questions here and there. His shoulder is warm where it nearly brushes yours.
Neither of you notices how late it has gotten.
Neither of you notices how comfortable the silence feels.
And somewhere between the stars and the quiet, something unspoken settles gently into place.
Content Warnings: Obsessive! Doffy, DUBCON, Unbalanced power dynamics, Sub/Dom dynamics, Blowjobs, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex
Word Count: 5.00k
Authorâs Note: This was supposed to come out for Doflamingoâs birthday but itâs late because my gmail was disabled twice on suspect of my being a bot. Luckily I got it back and I can post close enough to the date.
Special shoutout to @goldenleopard34335 to beta reading and giving amazing feedback!! You were so helpful ILY (˶ᔠᔠá”˶)
Doflamingo was far from a kind king. Even when citizens hailed his presence and thanked the gods above for his heroic intervention during King Rikuâs slaughter, you knew of his cruelties. There was no sympathetic gaze under his ruby glasses, only the fiery passions of a new ruler, a new conqueror to take the land.
You were obedient though, you knew your place in the palace, not daring to speak or act out of order. Although you and many other staff members could tell something was gravely wrong with the new royal family, there were no words that could possibly shape your outcomes for the better. The Donquixote family seemed to listen to no one but their âyoung masterâ, kicking aside any servants or other civilians who didn't suit them the way they wanted.
As a chamber maid, you always felt as if your days were numbered. Although members such as Baby 5 and Giolla seemed to be slightly kinder and more tolerable in your presence, the male officers either resented or took every opportunity to perv on you. You especially hated Trebol and his disgusting devil fruit.
His mucus always left a mess in the bedsheets, and even on the velvet carpets that lined the halls. You felt bad for the cleaners who had the duty of washing those every day. Scrubbing his pillow covers was bad enough, but the thought of having to follow behind him to mop up his sticky trail sent shivers down your spine.
Doflamingoâs room wasnât great either. As the ruler of the nation he had his pick of any woman, man, or person he could desire. And he sure desired often. You mostly kept a clear head space while you silently worked around him or any of his midnight partners, not wanting to disturb anyone in fear of being executed on the spot.
While you canât say you envy those girls, a small part of you wondered what it would be like to be comforted in his arms, rather than fear them. Youâve lived so much of your life cowering from the Heavenly Demon it was hard to imagine a world where you openly embraced his presence.
However, just as strange as the day your lovely Riku came to betray you all, Doflamingo began to seek your attendance more than usual. Usually you tidied as many bedrooms as the day saw fit, before you scurried back to your measly living quarters in the basement. There was little enrichment downstairs, but you had the company of your coworkers which was more than you could ask for in these times.
But when your king began to request your company outside of your daily duties in his bedroom, you couldnât help but grow anxious.
It was a very simple order. He just wanted to meet you outside by the side of his pool. He enjoyed basking in the clear water, often surrounded by the beauties of Dressrosa, unconcerned with the shadowy underbelly of the country. Sometimes you snuck peeks outside and licked your lips just staring at the colorful drinks they passed around all day out there.
So it was very odd for him to ask for you, but you were in no position to disregard his instructions. Playing with the fraying end of your skirts as you shuffled outside, you lowered your head when he started to come into view. You couldnât bear to look at him in the face, and the Dressrosian heat didnât help your case either. Your uniform was that of the traditional maid, something the previous royalty had never asked of you, opting for much more loose and comfortable clothing, however the Donquioxite reign, of course, strung you and the rest of the staff up in this ridiculous garb.
Taking a few steps closer, you finally lifted your head up to peer at the man lounging in a couch far too big for any normal sized human. Maybe it was originally made for a small Giant, or a Fishman.
No, knowing your king he had this custom made, only the finest of fur for his ass.
The glasses reflected your sorry state, your own reflection staring back at you. You looked sweaty and bashful, the exact opposite of how you wanted to show up to address the man. The frills on your dress and headband seemed to curl in on you, making your figure appear frumpy rather than delicate. You doubted he even remembered your person, let alone your name, and yet after years you still felt as if this was your first impression.
âYou requested my presence-â you were shortly interrupted. âIâm happy you could make it out of the palace!â he boasted. He made it seem as if you chose to not come outside. As if you wanted to stay inside and watch the Donquioxite family play cards and frolic around in the water as you slugged your tired body down to your quarters for the little rest you got. His words made you angry, but you could show no emotion, not in front of him.
âThank you, your majesty. It was very kind of you to allow me this opportunity" you replied. He seemed to like this answer, apparent from his growing smile that stretched his face wide similar to the jolly roger behind him. It was a little unnerving to watch, but you didn't want to upset him, so you sent a small smile back.
He leaned forward, as if to inspect your features, not as if to commit them to memory, no, but to make sure everything was in place. Ensuring you were the correct unfortunate soul he decided to torture that day.
Placing his hands behind his head, he ordered you to sit besides him. You did your best to jump onto the tall piece of furniture, and he paid no attention to your struggles.
When you finally made yourself comfortable, a large hand found itself in the middle of your legs.
You had always secretly admired his hands. They were larger than any hands you had seen on another man, and had the most healthy veins running through the muscle. His fingers and the backs of his hands were tanned to perfection, most likely from his trips out to sea on the glistening waters. Your hands could look better after laboring most of your life. Oh well.
He didnât do anything at first, just allowed gravity to put a small amount of pressure between your thighs. You didnât know whether to close your legs or open them wider, unsure of what he would like at the moment.
Internally you were screaming. Although this was not checked off the list of possibilities for him, you hadnât ever believed he would make advances on you.
âŠAt least after waiting for so long. Youâve worked under him for years, practically watched Dellinger grow up! Had he become so bored of the models he usually frequented that heâd resorted to screwing the help?
You bit your lip, deciding to slightly shift your thighs inwards, not trying to trap his hand, but make it known that you feel his presence. After what felt like years, his fingers finally wrapped around the meat of your thighs. You tensed, already feeling the crescents of his nails dig into your soft skin. You dared not to drift your pupils to his own, hoping that he would say something to explain his actions.
âI want you to suck me off,â he stated plainly.
You almost couldnât process what you were hearing. He wanted you to give him a blowjob, in front of all the other pool staff and the other family members relaxing in the shade here. You seemed to be frozen in place, still processing the hand on your upper thigh.
The sound of his heavy belt unbuckling and hitting the couch, made muffled clinking sounds accompanying the smooth clicks of his zipper. You couldnât imagine what dick his size would look like, but it didnât really matter because you were going to find out soon enough.
Surprisingly, his cock was very pretty. It wasnât fully erect yet, but it was certainly bigger than anything youâve seen in magazines or real life, probably about the size of your forearm. He didnât have any pubic hair, however you already knew the King of Dressrosa regularly threaded and had himself waxed so that wasnât too surprising. He had two veins that ran on opposite sides of his length, only to intersect on the bottom of his heavy shaft. Or, it certainly seemed heavy the way he carried himself.
However if you had to say so yourself, the pearly head of his cock was the most delicious thing about it. It was a beautiful mushroomed tip that blushed a pretty deep pink the further up it went. You felt bashful staring at such an intimate part of Doflamingo, but he only seemed proud and turned on to see you ogle his manhood.
âWell, go aheadâ he motioned cock in hand toward your mouth. While you still felt timid, you knew there was no backing out of this order, unless you wanted your head separated from your body, that is. Wetting your lips, you crawled toward his much larger figure, trying to work up the strength and guts to somehow take him inside of mouth, nonetheless throat. You figured perhaps you could lick around and maybe get him to cum soon enough, so he wonât attempt to try out your trachea.
When you reached his shiny head, your small tongue peaked out from underneath your lips. Finally pressing a small kitten lick to the slit, you closed your eyes from the saltiness of his precum. He was warm, which in some ways was comforting, so you kept going, placing more kisses and soft licks on the divot on his tip. Eventually one of his hands came behind your head to play with the ribbons of your headband.
Not wanting to seem as if you were stalling time, you trailed down his length until you found one of his fat veins. Running your tongue on the underside of the line you followed it down into where his pubic hair shouldâve been. You spent some time making out with the base of his cock, feeling the way the short stubble of his groin tickled your cheeks. He didnât make any sounds, but you could feel the vibrations in his stomach when you flicked your tongue across his veins.
An amazing idea popped inside your head when you decided to move even further down to his balls. Before you decided to attempt to take one inside your mouth or even play with them in your hands, you lolled your tongue out from your mouth and licked a fat stripe across the seam.
A strangled breath left his chest, and you knew you had him. For the first time you felt as if you had somewhat little control in this situation.
Now positioning your body to lay flat across his lap you had much better access to his cock. You continued to make out with his ballsack before you fluttered open your eyes to stare at him in his lenses for the first time that afternoon. That was apparently the wrong decision, as his open mouth quickly turned into a tight grin and the veins popping on his forehead retreated back into his skull.
âThis has been cute, Doll, but I asked for a blowjob didnât I?â he reprimanded. And the hand that was playfully twirling the ribbons in your hair quickly enveloped your entire head. Raising your shoulders to a position that befits him, he brought your spit covered lips back to the rosy head of his cock. You knew what he was asking, however, you didnât know if his size was going to allow for such an action. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you allowed him to lower your face on his length, his groan echoing into the open air.
You could feel the way he filled your entire cavern, stretching the back of your throat just to fit his fat tip. Not wanting to disappoint him, you did your best to hollow your cheeks and let him bob your head, flinching every time his cock kissed your uvula. Youâd heard through the conversations of your coworkers that breathing through your nose and taking deep breaths while you could would make the experience more pleasurable for your side. However, you didnât know when Doflamingo would let you off his shaft anytime soon, so you decided that your nose would be your main airway from now on.
âAhh, there we go, now that wasnât too hard was it?â Doflamingo peered down at you. You wanted to cry, your eyes were certainly watering. You donât know whether he was dissatisfied with your service and this was his way of firing you, or he felt like being irrationally cruel that day. Either way, the small thrusts of his hips werenât doing much to alleviate your situation.
Your throat felt so good around him! He just wanted to see how much further you could take, before you broke. Using the hand on your head, he pushed down even harder, forcing a sizable bulge to swell from your throat. He felt his balls tighten at the sight. Most of the people he hooked up with were on the taller end, these size complications made sex all the lot harder, but did it also make it hotter. He couldnât believe you were still going when he started to place his other hand under your chin, massaging his cock through the skin of your neck.
You looked so cute in his lap like this. Oh he knew it was a good idea to instate these frilly maid outfits for the servants of the palace. You reassembled a little doll for his molding all pliant like this. He knew he was going to have his fun with you now. However all good things must come to an end and from his own thrusting and the bobbing of your head, he knew he was close. Of course he was going to allow you the pleasure of tasting his semen on your tongue, but he had to make sure you didnât waste any.
Feeling the tightness in his lower stomach he allowed himself to let go, eyes rolling back to relish in the feeling of his climax washing over his body. Moving his hand that was so gently rubbing your neck, he pinched your nose, nipping off your last airway so politely so you were forced to suction his cock while he rode out his high. He watched in delight as you attempted to pull your head away, mouth dribbling with cum and eyes turning red.
Your reaction made his orgasm that much better, enjoying how your body writhed over his knee for some sort of respite. When he finally let go of you, you didnât even fully pull away from his softening cock. You let him take your face in his hands and stuff the rest of his cum back between your lips where it belongs.
After all, you would never reject a gift from your king would you?
âYouâre dismissed.â He waved you off just as easily as he beckoned you forth. You paused, mind still fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and cum down your throat. After a few paces you nodded and shimmed off the couch, scurrying back to your quarters with tear soaked cheeks and slick steeped panties.
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You still performed duties regularly after that. But in all honesty, you thought of that day consistently, especially when you cleaned Doflamingo's chambers. You tried shrugging the meeting off to his own curiosity, getting the better of him, and then deciding heâs had enough. After all there was no shortage of Dressrosian models flocking the palace after your exchange. Itâs not like you expected him to take you as his royal consort. No, you were fairly realistic, unfortunately.
Things did seem to move much more slowly for you these days though. Diamanteâs room lacked the usual Saturday mess, and even Trebol seemed to have cleaned up his act somewhat. Maybe shagging the king did have its benefits, even if they were purely delusional and in your head.
Occasionally you thought about telling your friends about the rendezvous, wondering what they would say, if they would be envious, or curious about the affair. However one question sits on the tip of your tongue every time you look back on it too long. âWhy?â
You had proven your loyalty to him for years, what could he be searching for now? Maybe he really was just bored and wanted a change of pace from the usual bombshells he brings to the palace, but that answer didnât hang right with you. You decided to take your lunch instead of pursuing questions without answers.
Meal times in the palace were actually quite nice. You usually caught up with a few of your coworkers and chatted about your mundane days. Lunch was small, but always quality. This particular day you had a tomato and basil soup accompanied by a bright yellow roll. You ate quietly while you listened in on your friendsâ conversations.
âHey⊠you seem more silent than usual.â One of your friends interjected. You smiled and said you were tired. You wondered if Doflamingo would get mad if you told everyone about what happened. Surely not? After all, why would he care about some servant?
âActually, I-â But you never got to tell your story because a much more interesting one appeared before you.
âDid you hear that the King kicked out a girl last night?â Murmured gasps of shock and giggles pranced around the table, but were kept hushed enough as to not raise suspicion.
âYeah! Apparently, she ran out of his room crying! One of the night cooks saw it.â Your coworkers laughed and bounced around conjectures at what couldâve happened between the King and the poor women, but you were more concerned about what you heard next.
âReally? Because I also heard that two nights ago a man and a woman left his room in silence, lingerie still on!â This only fanned the flames, and to say your interest was piqued was an understatement. Youâve never heard of Doflamingo sending his consorts away, they were hand chosen anyways, so there really wasnât any way they could displease him.
âAnyways, what were you saying?â A swift poke to your side, phased you out of your head and back into the conversation. âOh⊠yeah, it was nothing.â You didnât want to add to the royal gossip without making some discoveries of your own, so for now, your rendezvous with Doflamingo would be a secret. It didnât seem like anyone else was bothered either, quickly going back to their theories on Doflamingoâs newfound cold shoulder.
Another week would go by before you came across any new evidence for your research. You had risen early, before the sun could poke over the rocky outskirts of the island, to collect your folding cart from the custodian closet. After fetching warm fresh sheets from the laundry room you headed out, yawning as you made your way down the hall.
Baby 5 was always first, and you were grateful, it was nice to start the day off easy. She would even aid you sometimes if you asked her to hand you a pillow or move something else in the room. More than that, she was probably the most graceful sleeper of her family, compared to the odd bodies that made up the Donquixotes, nothing but a blanket and pillow changes were required.
Peddling your way back to the laundry room, you caught the eye of a woman who practically towered over you. She had beautiful hair that draped over her body like silk, and her body was as ethereal as the nude statues of goddesses you saw in the courtyard. You were stunned by her presence and even more surprised by the tears that began to leak from her mascaraed bottom lashes. As quickly as she came, she brushed past you and ran away from the scene as if you had burned her.
You didnât have time to look behind yourself, before you were met with the Heavenly Demon himself. His glasses were askew on his face, and they complimented his naked form as he stood in the doorframe, as if he was waiting for you. His expression couldnât be read though, he showed no emotion through the thick red lens of his.
âYou. In here now.â he demanded. An odd feeling swirled around your stomach at his words, but against your better judgement you stepped into the den of a lion.
His room was a mess, and now you werenât sure if you shouldâve brought your cart. Perhaps he needed you to clean his previous entanglement. That would make the most sense. You needed clean sheets though, you only had the dirty ones from Baby 5âs room and hers wouldn't fit over a bed as large as Doflamingoâs. You felt incredibly awkward, you wished he would say something.
Unfortunately your prayers wouldnât be answered. Instead he opted for running his hands underneath your skirts, playing with the rubber band of your panties that tightened around the beginning of your thighs. You shivered as you felt his thick fingers dip into the waistband and smooth over your torso, playing with the idea of slipping them off.
Before he took them off however, he pulled the fabric up, watching your puffy slit bulge in the tightened cloth. You whined, not used to the feeling, and being humiliated so intimately. It was different when he touched you. What was worse, is you could feel yourself growing wet from the sensation of his hands. You wanted him to handle you more, to pick you up, to throw you on his bed.
Maybe your king was a mind reader, because just as you began wishing, he began acting to your command. Your back hit his oversized bed as he stripped you of your panties, exposing your wet core.
You squirmed around, trying to get comfortable amongst the blankets and stuffy fabric of your uniform, but he was quicker and captured your wrists before you could get far.
Your dress was hiked up to your mid torso, giving him access to your naval, which was quickly slapped from the impact of his hard cock. Your mouth started to water from just looking at his length, and from there you knew you were done for. You could feel the pressure on your stomach and you wondered how it would feel deep inside your guts. You felt dirty just fantasizing about the image even though the situation was becoming more likely by the minute.
âDo you think Iâm not a tender lover? I would never take your body, even a cunt as weeping as yours without preparing her first.â Although his words were meant to be comforting you knew he was mocking you. There was nothing well meaning in his comment, only honeyed phrases meant to soothe your small brain through this process.
You felt his finger push into your entrance as you twisted, now in a one hand grasp. Just the single digit felt like it was filling you so well, pushing against your walls and feeling the resistance from the tight inner rings of muscles. The pads of his fingers were calloused and rough, using texture to his advantage as he massaged the roof of your cunt, trying to find that sweet spot inside you.
You wanted to kick his head, sit on his face, run away from his god forsaken room, anything that would wipe his stupid smile off his face. You were sick of staring at his deranged smirk and lack of eyes, hidden behind sunglasses he wears to bed for some reason. You knew better than to knock them off his face, you wouldnât dare physically harm your king, no, but a small part of you wanted to.
A second finger started tapping the side of your pussy. Teasing your tight hole as if you werenât already struggling to take his single finger. The stuffed feeling of him pressing himself into you made your legs tremble; you felt overwhelmingly cramped and his thumb roaming over your clit only made you unsteadier.
The pressure on your sensitive nub allowed him to bully himself deeper inside of you, waves of heat crashing into your core. You could feel your impending orgasm already, but you were far too embarrassed to allow your muscles to relax in front of someone in his position. You didn't think you could handle cumming around royaltyâs fingers this morning.
Shallow flicks of his wrist pumped in and out of your cunt, stretching the aching flesh for something much bigger. You didn't protest however, only able to look up at Doflamingo with teary eyes and a wobbly lip. You could feel some of your wetness drip down to your lower hole and you wanted to cringe from the foreign texture, but he surprised you and dipped his head down to your core. A warm wet tongue swirled around your puckered hole and you wriggled in his hold again, shocked at his lewd gesture.
You had half a mind to escape while you could, clearly you were in over your head. You were a simple chamber maid, there was no reason for you to be wrestling with the King of Dressrosa in his own sheets.
But you stayed. You let him settle yourself back down underneath him while he removed his fingers from your pussy just so he could stuff them down your throat. He was pumping his hardened cock in his other hand, using his elbows to prop himself over you, the tip appearing a much more scarlet hue compared to the previous pink color you observed from last time.
His fingers were heavy sitting on your tongue and the tangy flavour of yourself didn't make you think of much, but the blunt head of his cock prodding your entrance did. Your cunt could barely stretch wide enough to accommodate his gentle nudging to gather some of your slick. His hand finally left your face, digging into the mattress beside your head for support.
When he sheathed himself inside of you, he placed his other hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. Youâve never had something so large breach your cunt before, and youâre sure that thereâs a strained bulge poking out from your belly; but you didn't seem to care when your king was filling you up so well.
You could feel the thick outline of his veins and the throbbing of his cock as he sits inside of you, uncharacteristically giving you a small period of time to adjust. Your hands gripped onto his arms for something to hold, it felt a bit intimate, but he didn't say anything so you donât remove them. Eventually he began to thrust his hips, and you learned why, even Doflamingo, out of all people took the time to prep you.
You could feel his fat tip bruising your womb every time he brought his hips forward. His cock couldnât even kiss your cervix because it was too busy pushing past the tissue to abuse your inner organs. Moreover despite the violence your insides faced, you felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria from Doflamingo's length using you.
Your G-spot was sorely used, getting exploited by the bulging veins closer to the base of his shaft and making you squirm. You even began kicking your legs, the all too familiar sensation of needing to pee overtaking your mind and causing you to panic. You were far too humiliated to orgasm with your current âloverâ, but like the mind reader he was, he seemed to sense what was going on.
Removing the hand from your back he placed his palm on the imprint of his cock in your tummy. It felt so ticklish you wanted to laugh, but not in a funny way, no this felt like torture. And you knew your Doflamingo so well, because he saw the look of fear in your eyes and pressed down even harder, smile widening at every bead of sweat that dripped off your body.
You couldnât stop the pornographic moan that erupted from your throat. It was almost more embarrassing than the gush of liquid you squirted all over his cock. It only took a few more thrusts before he came shortly after, getting off on your dramatic orgasm. You didnât even know you could do something as lewd as that, and you certainly did not want to discover something so private in front of your boss.
A mix of pearly semen and clear fluid soaked the bedsheets below the two of you. You watched them swirl together in a disgusting blend of sex. Your head was still spinning, you really wished you were outside with one of those fruity drinks.
Doflamingo was already getting up, muscles rippling from his movements in perfect display. He was only showing his back to you and yet you could admire his form just staring at his shoulders. He would have been the most beautiful gladiator if he was never born in the aristocracy.
âI expect you to clean this mess up immediately,â he said with little emotion in his tone. You were somewhat taken aback. Really? After all that and youâre back to being servant and master? Not more than a few minutes and heâs ordering you around and kicking you out of his bed. You wanted to scream at him or slip poison in his next meal. Instead you spoke up for the first time.
âWhy?â you started, âWhy do this to me?â
Without turning around he gave you your answer âBecause you let me.â
OMG... Why can't anyone just enjoy anything anymore?
Yes I watched the TADC episode. I had a blast watching that one. I feel like that was one of the more interesting episodes.
But here's the thing, everyone is acting like this entire series must be completely airtight and immaculate in plot and execution.
NEWSFLASH: THE CREATOR IS A HUMAN AND A DIFFERENT PERSON THAN THE VIEWERS
Did the plot go the way YOU wanted it to? No? That's too goddamn bad.
You caught a teeny tiny plot hole that really has no bearing on the direction of the story but you want to make a big stink about it? Good for you. Now shut your face or make better.
Character you like not getting the attention you want them to have? Boo hoo babykins. It's not your character or work. Get over it.
This trend of crucifying creators is not a good thing. It's not holding them accountable. It's pestering and harassing them because you don't have healthy coping mechanisms and want someone to take it out on.
Yeah i could dissect this series like a frog in biology class, but that kills the frog. I very much like this frog.
Even though the fandom already murdered it in cold blood.
And NO i don't want to hear your goddamned "erm actually" bullshit. I'm not here to discuss shit. Treating people and their hard work with respect is not something to discuss. It's something that should be the norm.
I would LOVE to see a single one of you naysayers pull the creative weight the creators you love to drag down pull on a daily basis.
So shut up, or show me YOU can do better.
