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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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I wanna know who your favorite vinsmoke sibling is so bad actually please tell me 👀✨

My friend and my brother laughed at me when I told them my favorite Vinsmoke is Niji, and I genuinely was embarrassed that day because I didn't really know much about him at the time (I think I had only watched a few eps of WCI) and it's pretty clear in the show that he's, uh, the worst of the Vinsmokes. And by "the worst" I mean: The one who's portrayed as the worst because he's the most active one when it comes to abuse and supremacism within the family line. Unlike Ichiji (who's more serious) and Yonji (who's more playful, somehow) Niji is the one who has to actually fight for a role in his family and that's why I think he's so fucking annoying all the damn time. I hate him. I love him. I want to hug him. But also I wouldn't mind punching him very, very hard. I have mixed feelings, but yeah, Niji is my favorite Vinsmoke. And you haven't asked why, but I feel the need to do some sort of mini argument about this because I am a very resentful person and I want to show my friend and my brother that Niji is actually a very interesting character!! And my fiancé thinks I just like him because he's hot, and she's right but only like a 20%. Maybe 40%.

I will try to put my thoughts into words, but it's pretty difficult because I have a lot of things to say about this blue evil gremlin.

I like Niji the most because I think he is, between the three brothers, the one who shows feelings and ambitions outside their emotionless selves the most. I know they technically are the same, but I don't think so (btw, please assume I'm not including Reiju in this text because she's canonically different from them and I'm just referring to the brothers).

As I mentioned before, I think Niji is the one brother who is the most annoying and evil because he feels the need to stand out. Ichiji is serious, and calculative and has a secure place in the family. He is the number one, even if Reiju is the oldest (I would like to talk more about how Reiju, being a woman, even if she's the oldest, she's the number 0. Because she is the oldest but she's a woman, so she obviously doesn't and would not be able to wear the number 1 like a man would. She is the oldest and yet, she has less significance in the family line than Ichiji. But, yeah, this is something that has nothing to do with Niji, sorry). Ichiji, like all of his siblings, wants recognition from his father, but he doesn't have to try as hard as the others to be impressive because he is, after all, the oldest. The typical "older sibling in an abusive household who has to deal with all the bullshit to protect their siblings"? That's something Reiju took over. That's Reiju's responsibility as the oldest and the woman. Ichiji literally doesn't have to do anything besides leading the team and being the evil, emotionless machine his father created. That does not mean that I don't think he could be able to develop more feelings, because I think he could and I love the concept of him being the first one to protest against Judge's behavior, but you get me. When you're the oldest brother with an even older sister, your responsibilities are pretty limited. So he doesn't have to be anything but there and himself.

Yonji, on the other hand... He is the youngest. Even younger than Sanji. He doesn't have to try, because Niji and Sanji should be the ones to do so. Little siblings are not expected to do much besides existing because irl parents are usually tired of raising children and they end up either getting neglected or seen as decoration. As a little sibling myself I can confirm that these things affect really badly to your brain growing up, but I got a more Sanji treatment so I can't speak for Yonji here. The thing I can say, though, is that in comparison to Niji, Yonji is just there. He's silly and goofy. He's funny. He's dumb. He has the excuse of being the little one to act that way. Getting lost eating or doing whatever. Even the fact that his powers are more physically focused instead of power/intelligence centered shows that he can just punch away his issues. He's the gym bro of the siblings. Don't expect much from him. <- Thing that's often said about little siblings, btw, and affects real fucking badly in early teenage years. The fact that he's portrayed like that is so on point tbh but after all, they don't have high expectations for him, so little to no effort is everything he does.

Then there's Niji, of course. My favorite. Love him. Hate him. Whatever. Niji is the middle child. And God, do I have to say things about middle siblings.

The thing about Niji is that he actually has to try and make a name for himself in the family because otherwise he'll probably get forgotten. I often wonder if he had that fear of becoming the next Sanji once he "died" (he's the only one genuinely asking if Sanji died on them before Yonji and Ichiji say they don't care) because his role is not as noticeable as the others. Reiju is the woman, Ichiji is the successor, Sanji is the weakling getting bullied (being technically one of the little siblings but still being in a limbo of middle/youngest because the little one is Yonji), and Yonji is the little one. Then... What's Niji?

Niji needs Sanji way more than he's willing to admit, and I love that. I absolutely love how he's written because he constantly shows that he needs Sanji, through both words and actions. He needs him because without Sanji's existence -without Niji being his bully- Niji is nothing but number 2. And there's nothing more frustrating than being the number two when it comes to family hierarchy. Not going to mention every little thing he does, but as I said, I love how well-written he is. He's the sibling Oda uses the most to show the abuse Sanji went through, but that's only because Niji is the only one who needs to do that. Niji is the one to talk to Sanji first, all the damn time. He gets angry when Sanji doesn't respond. He gets angry because Sanji can't be bullied anymore. He gets angry out of fear, in my opinion, because if the weakling can't get abused anymore, then he's not worth anything. If Sanji isn't the third, the second one is left alone. 2 can't fight 1 because 1 has the protection of starting the line. And 2 can't fight 4 because there's a missing link that keeps 2 from 4. So Niji is mad at Sanji because Sanji isn't the same weak crybaby he used to be, and he can't use him anymore to be secure and safe.

That's fucking horrifying when it comes to family hierarchy.

I like Niji because, despite being an asshole, he has reasons to be like that. First of all, because his father literally made him this way. But also, the little feelings he has (selfish emotions, yes, evil. But they're feelings, anyway. Urges. He's supposed to be emotionless and yet he knows how Sanji feels enough to use that to his advantage) are used as a way to feel superior and safe because he feels inferior. I think he's the one showing more emotions out of the three, even if those emotions aren't healthy or good and it's just him being angry all the time. That means that if he has urges and needs like that, even if he doesn't fear his own death, he could end up developing more and more empathy. His type of empathy comes from a place of fear. He feels what Sanji feels. And it's not that he doesn't care (I mean, I am aware that he technically doesn't, but let me dream) but it's just convenient for him not to care and keep bullying him to secure his place in the family.

Also pointing out that I like Niji because, being the one who says he hates Sanji the most, he's the one to protect him with his own body when that scene of the siblings helping Sanji escape happens. The others only clear the way, Niji stays with him. There's a really cool post about this on Niji's tag somewhere!!! I personally think he does this because, as that post said: Niji keeps seeing Sanji as weak, instead of believing in him enough to just clear the way. He protects him because he thinks he can't protect himself. Because he's weak.

And yes, it might sound offensive and emotionless and it doesn't make Niji a better person. But it makes him an older brother. Believing in Sanji would be great, but thinking that he's weak and needs protection after years of projecting on him only shows that the weak one is Niji. That he wants and is willing to protect his brother, too. If he didn't care about his well-being he would've just cleared the way for him, not caring about what could've happened to Sanji. But he goes all the way to help him out and protect him longer than the others did. Idk. I find that a very beautiful way of ending their relationship.

All of this being said, I have to be honest with you: When I said I liked Niji for the first time I only did it because people around me kept saying he was the worst one and it bothered me because I found his design pretty fucking cool. And tbh when he started being an actual character? I loved him even more. Because during WCI he's a fucking asshole but the way he acts towards Sanji is wanting to get a response from him, and I just find that so curious and complex... Like, if he just wanted to be evil he'd be more the Doflamingo type. But Niji looks for a response in Sanji's eyes. He wants to feel powerful because he knows he isn't.

And also, well, he's very cute and I like his hair a lot and he makes me furious sometimes which is great because if a character doesn't make you want to punch him at one point, is he really a good character? Look at him! He deserves to get slapped in the face. But also, I would love to kiss him afterward. What's that Olivia Rodrigo lyric? Ah, yes: "I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut." That's how I feel about him.

I really hope it's obvious, with all of this, that "Succession" is one of my favorite TV Shows, because I could go on and on and on (and nobody would listen but idc) about how the Vinsmokes are just the Roy family. Both One Piece and Succession deal with family in which hierarchy is crucial in a very specific and accurate way. It makes me sick. I love it.

Anyway, have some pics of my blue idiot:

I want to hit him in the head with a baseball bat.

#i am indeed so not normal about niji #the fact that i don't talk more about him is just out of fear of cancellation #because i know he's an asshole but have you considered that his father is an even bigger asshole for making him this way #he has blue hair and pronouns #also i am so not normal about the other siblings i could rant for hours about reiju bc she reminds me so much of my brother #i can go into heavy detail as a sanji kinnie about all of them ngl #my least favorite is yonji but i don't have anything against him i just don't like gym bros but he's a cutie pie #if you're curious my top is niji > reiju > ichiji > yonji #the reason i like reiju is bc she reminds me of my brother and the reason why she's not the first one is bc she reminds me of my brother #one piece #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke siblings #germa 66 #black leg sanji

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ryethebrokengae · 1 year ago

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Simon Riley x Reader Smut[AFAB transmasc, post top chop and T reader, They/He pronouns used]

CW: SMUT, Simon being thick in every meaning of the word, words used for anatomy: clit, T-dick, folds(I'm so sorry really I am), cunt, pussy, entrance(because I refuse to use 'hole')

You can't remember how you got in this situation, but you thank whatever deities are out there that you are.

On your cot, that somehow counts as a bed, you lie below a mountain of a man, Simon Riley. All 6 feet and 4 inches of muscle focused on your body.

You feel his mouth press to your chest through his balaclava. Your chest flushes. Letting out a little gasp.

Simon grunts, looking up at you from under his pretty blonde lashes. He's still fully clothed body pressed against your bare one. His tactical vest barely discarded in an unknown corner of your room in the rush of finally breaking the sexual tension that's been tightening between you two for weeks.

You move your hand to grab his shoulder. Looking down to make eye contact.

"There you go, good boy." He says roughly, rewarding your eye contact with him lifting the bottom half of his balaclava. Leaving it to rest on the bridge of his nose. His bottom eyelashes just barely visible from the bottom of the pushed up fabric.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." You breath out heavily, one hand moving to cup his jaw. Running your finger over the short stubble growing there. your other hand resting on his shoulder, moving up to feel the skin on the back of his neck. Relishing in the sight of his bare skin few get to experience.

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. You're able to see a red blush forming on his cheeks.

He looks down bashfully. Taking out the building up emotion on your poor neck. Leaning down and roughly biting it. Grinning into your skin when he hears your whine, and feels your hips buck up into his roughly.

"F-ucking hell, Simon. Ow," You laugh out breathlessly, the hand on the back of his neck gripping the nape of his neck. Your back arching slightly, leaning your head back, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck.

He chuckles darkly into your neck. Quickly pressing a kiss to the bite mark, lathing his tongue over it. His hands running up and down your sides, squeezing the flesh of your ass with one hand. While the other grips the inside of your left thigh, thumb teasingly close to your cunt.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips into him. Trying to entice him to touch you where you've been wet and aching for him ever since he slammed you against the closed door of your room.

Simon tsk's quietly,

"No no no, you'll have t' ask nicely if you want my fingers." He breathes out, mouth next to your ear.

You shudder at the feeling of his hot, humid breath on the side of your neck.

"Please, Simon?" You whisper, mind running a hundred miles an hour. With the only thought being how desperate you are for him.

You hear him let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head slightly. Pressing a harsh kiss just behind your ear.

"Now I know you can do better than that." He says into your skin, continuing to press kisses along your neck and jaw. The hand he has on your thigh moving up just a centimeter, thumb rubbing tight little circles into the heated skin.

You whine softly, rolling your head back to rest on the pillow. Wishing he would just give you what you want.

"Oh, now now. I thought you wanted this." Simon says, with a smirk in his voice. Leaning back from your neck to look at you.

"I-I do!" You stutter out, worried he would pull away.

The grin on Simons face grows, leaning down next to your ear once again.

"Then beg." He growls out, nipping at the skin behind your ear roughly. Hand on your ass moving to hold your hip in a grasp you knew would leave a bruise.

You let out a hot gasp, feeling your skin get hotter.

"Please, please please, Simon. Can I have your fingers. God, please, need it. Need to feel you." You whimper out, trying and failing to roll your hips into his. The bruising grip he has on you keeping you from moving.

"Please~" You let out one last plea. Your face hot and red. Feeling your clit throb.

He brings his head back. Looking you in the eyes before pressing a hard kiss to your lips. While he moves the hand on your thigh up so his thumb brushes against your T-dick.

You let out a gasp, hips twitching into his hand. Your mouth opening allowing Simon to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He moans into the kiss, quickly moving to press his thumb on your clit gently. Giving you just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure to your cunt. Making you even wetter.

You once again try and roll your hips into his hand, and this time he lets you.

He breaks the kiss once again, looking down to where his hand is pressed to you.

"That's it, good boy~" He praises, twisting his wrist so his thumb stayed on your clit but his fingers were running along the inner folds of your cunt.

"So wet for me already..." He breathes out, barely able to contain himself. He pulls his hand away, leaning back and sitting up.

You let out a loud whine, raising your hips to try and get his hands back on you. He tut's at your impatience.

"Now now, dove. Don't you worry, you'll get my fingers back. I just need to feel more of you." Simon grunts out, his arms reaching back to pull his snug long sleeve shirt up and over his head. Exposing the washboard of muscle lying under a layer of fat and scars.

Your breathing stutters, getting caught in your throat. You feel yourself clench around nothing. Your mouth falls open slightly, eyes raking over his exposed abdomen.

You've seen him shirtless before, sure. But his physique never fails to entrance you.

"Fucking hell~" You whisper out, momentarily forgetting the frustration of him no longer touching you.

He chuckles darkly, loving the effect he has on you.

"Like something you see, pet?" He askes with gravel in his voice. A knowing grin on his face.

You nod mindlessly, one of your hands grasping the blanket next to you. The other trailing down your skin, coming to rest on the inside of your thigh. You grip the soft flesh there, while holding your bottom lip between your teeth. Eyes finally coming to rest on Simon's.

Simon shakes his head, tsk'ing softly.

"None, of that now. I thought you wanted my fingers, not your own?" He says, reaching down to grasp your wrists, moving to hold them in one of his above your head.

You whine, arching your back up.

"Please, Simon. Please just give it to me." You plead.

"Give what, hmm? What do you want, pet?" Simon says. Hand that's not holding your wrists running down your heated skin to rest just above your pelvis. He teasingly traces his fingers around where you want him. Never getting close enough to give you any real pleasure from the touch.

"A-anything, Simon. Anything you'll give me. Just, please~" You beg, a whine slipping out of your mouth at the end of the sentence. Bucking your hips up gently, trying to get his hand *just* a touch lower.

He lets out a pleased huff. Licking his lips, clearly enjoying the view of you needy and begging before him. He moves the hand on your pelvis lower, pressing the entirety of his palm against your cunt. Not putting any real pressure but simply teasing you.

"Mm... I'll think about it, Pet." Simon mumbles, words obscured by his tongue still running over his lips. His eyes flick up from where they were focused, on your cunt. Landing on yours, he adjusts himself slowly. Moving his body down yours.

Releasing your wrists, but giving you a stern look, silently saying 'Be good'.

His face coming to level just in front of your pussy.

He removes his hand from your cunt. Moving it to grab the inside of your thigh. Using the grip he has to further spread your legs for him. One of his arms moving to wrap around your thigh, palm finding its place pressed against your lower stomach.

His eyes finally leave yours, drifting down to look at the dripping feast before him.

"Now look at that, Lovie. Already soaked for me, and I've barely touched you." He says, a lit of amusement in his voice. When he says this his eye find yours once again. Before he leans forward and licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt. All the way up to wrap his lips around your clit. Sucking briefly before letting it go with a wet 'Pop'.

You let out a loud gasp. Hips twitching forward, craving more stimulation.

He turns his head, pressing a messy kiss right next to your cunt, chuckling into your skin. Before turning his attention back to your pussy. Still making eye contact with you he licks further into your folds. Feeling his chin and nose become wetter and wetter with you.

Groaning into you he spreads your legs as far as they can go. Burying his face in your cunt. Sucking and licking along the hot sensitive flesh.

With a satisfied grunt he shoves his tongue inside of you. Nose pressed to your T-dick. Gently moving his face side to side to give your aching bud more stimulation.

You let out a stuttered moan, hips unconsciously rolling up to meet his face.

"F-fuck... Simon. So g-good." You whisper. Taking a deep breath you can nearly taste the sex on the almost humid air.

He hums into your cunt. Sending vibrations through you, causing you to arch your back. Further pressing your pussy into his face.

You can see a smile in his eyes, nearly feel it against your skin.

His arm wrapped around your thigh, with hand on your lower stomach, presses down. He raises an eyebrow, a warning.

Despite his warning you roll your hips again, deviously grinning at him.

He raises both eyebrows this time, slowly bringing his body up. Away from yours, to rest both hands next to your hips.

He lays a sharp 'slap!' on the side of your right thigh. The grin on your face cracks into an 'o', a whine falling out of your mouth.

"You wanna be a brat? Alright then. Two can play that game." He says, a smirk on his face.

He harshly grabs your hips, suddenly flipping you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up so your face is pressed to the bedding and your back is arched. Presenting himself with your cunt and ass.

You hear him let out a satisfied grunt. One hand holding your hips in place while the other rubs the plush of your ass. Before you have a chance to wiggle your hips back at him he gives your ass cheek a harsh 'smack!'.

Letting out a hum as he does so. Gently rubbing the now sore flesh with the perpetrating hand. He leans forward. Pressing his still clothed hard cock against your ass.

"Be a good boy for me, hmm?" He asks, with a teasing lit. Rolling his hips languidly into you.

You nod into the bedsheet. Mouth still hanging open, dumbly.

"Haven't even taken off my bloody trousers and I've already got you cock dumb." Simon chuckles. Leaning back to undo his belt.

You shiver slightly when you hear the clink of metal tapping against itself.

He grin widens when he sees the small shiver run down your back.

You hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You arch your back further, silently begging for his cock.

Simon lets out a groan at the sight.

"Fuckin' hell, Dove. You're gonna be the death of me." He says, as you hear him pulling his boxers down as well.

You turn your head to look back at him. Desperate to catch a glimpse of the skin hidden by his trousers. When your eyes land on his body your head drops, a loud moan ripping it's way out of your throat.

His cock matches the proportions of the rest of his body. Thick like his waist, long enough to reach the deepest spots, but not so long you'll struggle to walk.

Now that's not to say your insides won't be bruised. You know for a fact you're going to be aching tomorrow. But hell if it'll be worth it.

He tugs his pants to rest just below his hips. Pressing himself against you. You feel the soft skin of his cock rubbing against your clit. The tip getting covered in your wetness.

"Pleaseee, Simon." You whimper, pushing your hips back. Feeling the head of his cock notch on your entrance.

"Look at you asking so nicely. What a good pet." He hums, one hand coming to grasp your hip. Tugging you back against him. Letting the tip of him slip inside of you. Gasping at the grip your body had on him.

You let out a loud, happy moan. Wiggling your hips.

"Th-thank you, Sir" You breathe out. Before you have a chance to realize what you said Simon plunges the rest of himself inside of you. You let out a near scream, it fading off to a pleasured groan.

The hands on your hips grips you so hard you can feel bruises forming. Your t-dick throbbing at the feeling of how full he's making you.

Simon leans down, pressing his chest against your back. Wrapping an arm around your waist to play with your clit. Putting pressure on it, moaning when he feels you tense around him.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Feel s-so good" He groans out against your neck. His hips bucking with the slight stutter in his words.

Your hands gripping the blankets below you. Hearing, and feeling, Simon's usually stoic exterior melt away with the pleasure he's finding in you causes a new kind of pleasure through you.

Pride at reducing this beautiful mountain of a man to a pile of pleasure on top of you.

Pushing your hips back the best you can with how his muscled body was pressing you into the bed.

He chuckles lowly into your ear, feeling you press your hips against his.

"Yeah? Feel good, Dove? Mm?" Simon teases, teeth worrying at your neck. Determined to leave a mark. Show everyone who dare look at you who you belong to. Holding himself back from sucking an 'S' in the form of a hickey onto your skin.

He settles for leaving a bite mark on the flesh in the crease of your neck and shoulder. Grinning into the skin. Licking the, now sore, spot in apology for the jolt of your hips at the sharp pain.

&A/n: Sorry friendos, triggered meself IRL and this'll have to wait to be finished when I'm hyperseggusal again<3

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