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yayakoishii · 6 months ago

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Sober (Pt. 2) | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre/Tags: Angst, Happy Ending, Sanji being dumb

Summary: You had waited for Sanji to confess to you when he was sober. Except...

A/n: I don't usually write sequels but I felt like it and then it became unexpectedly angsty?? It's still a pretty happy ending imo, so I hope you like this continuation ♡

To new readers, this is a part 2 to my oneshot that I've linked below. You could read this one without reading that, but it won't make as much sense.

Part 1

also available on ao3!

He didn't do it.

The morning after, Sanji woke up with a terrible headache and vague hazy memories from the night before. It was only when he was serving breakfast to everyone and saw you that he remembered the… conversation you two had had. But then he dismissed it, realising it was only a dream. He had drank too much, fallen asleep and dreamt of you. Yeah, that must have been it.

Thinking so, he smiled at you as usual and mooned over Nami and Robin as always, not noticing your hopeful smile turn into a disappointed one.

Every time you popped into the kitchen or tried to strike up a conversation with Sanji after that, the dream would pop up in his mind and he ended up stammering his way out. A few days in, you realised he was avoiding you and started reciprocating by not going out of your way to talk to him either.

Sanji missed you. He didn't realise what the problem was because he wasn't being that weird. Okay, so maybe he was too flustered from his dream where you had held him so close and he had kissed you (he could still feel the phantom warmth of your breath on his mouth, the wet press of your lips on his cheek) and it was difficult to talk to you about anything without feeling the urge to do that with you. Maybe he had shut down one conversation too many but now you were avoiding him back and he didn't know how to fix it.

He couldn't just tell you about that dream he had had. You would slap him and be disgusted and freak out. Even the thought of that sunk his heart. He could tolerate being just a crewmate to you for the rest of your lives, but he couldn't tolerate the thought of you hating him forever. But without talking about the dream, he couldn't explain himself either.

A week passed like that, the two of you awkward and clumsy around each other. Everyone else noticed and Nami had tried to talk to both you and Sanji about it but neither of you let her know anything. They were all confused and Luffy just wanted you both to go back to being your usual selves because it was weird even for him. Of course, no one had the gall to say it to your faces, and Nami had stopped Luffy from saying it when he tried.

Fortunately, a new island appeared and the usual straw hat cycle of finding a city in trouble and accidentally saving them played its hand. The resulting party had you downing a few bottles of wine, although Sanji knew how much you hated the taste of alcohol.

"Why would I drink that?" Your face had scrunched up the first time Sanji had questioned you about it. "It doesn't taste good to me at all. I'd rather drink the juice you make for me, Sanji."

There was no one on the ship who praised Sanji's cooking as much as you did. You didn't hesitate to compliment his food every single day and while Sanji was very secure in his cooking ability, it was still validating to hear how much you loved his food anyway.

This past week you hadn't complimented him even once. You had never gone this long without doing it so Sanji knew you had to be really upset with him. He had to try and fix this as soon as he could.

Even during the party, his head was full of thoughts of you. When he looked out for you, he found you slumped over a table, empty wine bottles lying all around you. Without thinking, Sanji made his way over and cleared away the bottles so that you wouldn't accidentally break one and hurt yourself. You stayed silent as you watched him.

"Do you want to go back to the Sunny, my dear?" Sanji looked at you finally, trying to exude his usual self. You shot him a glare and pouted, your cheeks puffing up in what was unmistakably anger.

"Go away," you hissed at him. Sanji had to blink away the thought of how much you resembled a cat in that moment. "I don' like lyin' liars who lie to me."

Sanji had expected you to be angry at him but that statement confused him. He had avoided you, yes, but he could not remember lying to you. You were not one to lie so perhaps there had been a misunderstanding between you two?

"Which lie are you talking about, (y/n)-chan?" He asked carefully. You froze and shot him another glare. Even angry, you looked cute.

"Which lie?" You sounded outraged. "How many lies have you told me, huh?!"

"Wh– that's not what I meant!" Sanji tried to calm you down but you stood up abruptly and started walking back to the Sunny. The chef was stunned for a second. You never just up and leave. He had really badly fucked this up. So of course he had to run after you. Sanji caught up to you halfway, skidding to a halt in your path so you couldn't move. "Wait! I really don't know what lie you're talking about, my love, but I'm sorry for it. I will do whatever it takes to beg for your forgiveness and then try my best to make the lie a reality."

You stopped glaring and shot him a heartbroken look instead. Sanji felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart. Why did you look like that over… him?

"That's what it was supposed to be," you said quietly. The two of you were quite a way away from the din of the party so Sanji could make out the words. He was getting more confused but he had to be patient and hear you out. He couldn't fix his mistake if he didn't know what he had done. "You said that if this was real… you wanted to hold me. You said you would tell me how much I mean to you. That you would kiss me and tell me how much you love me. So why haven't you, Sanji? Do you not feel those things anymore? Or was it all a lie?"

Sanji froze. That was… that was the dream he had had! How did you know– Oh. Oh he had been so stupid. It hadn't been a dream at all. It had been real. And he had fucked it all up by avoiding you after all of that.

"Maybe I was the one who was an idiot for thinking you could possibly like me," you were crying now, tears running down your cheeks. Sanji's heart hurt at the sight; he had wanted to be the reason for your smile and laughter, not for your tears. He had hurt you, the person most precious to him. You suddenly grabbed his collar and pushed him into the tree and he just let you, mind too jumbled up to say anything. "I'm a fool. God, I was so stupidly happy that night, I couldn't sleep. I thought all my dreams had come true. I thought we would be in love. I thought I could finally wake you up with a kiss and tell you how much I loved you too before we fell asleep. I thought I would make you your favourite dish for your birthday and, and go do one of those love compatibility readings at the fortune telling shop for fun! I thought, I thought of so many things I wanted to do with you and you… Sanji, you never came. You never told me those words you had said when you were drunk."

He wanted all of that too. Sanji wanted to do all those things you had said and even more.

Your tightened fists loosened as you breathed heavily, still crying. Even like this, you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen. If Sanji had had any doubts before this, then they had no place in his heart any longer. All of him, mind, body and soul, was yours. He could not let you go on with this misunderstanding any longer.

"Guess they were wrong," you chuckled wetly, stepping back. "A drunk man's words aren't his truest thoughts after all. They are just his–"

"They are," Sanji said roughly, stepping back into your bubble. You didn't look up at him, just stared down at your feet, still crying silently. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for taking all this time, my love, when you deserved to be told everyday that I'm but a fool for your attention. I was in the wrong, thinking that night had been a mere dream when my imagination cannot even begin to dream up the warmth you possess. I'm sorry and I will spend the rest of my life earning your forgiveness, if only you would find it within yourself to give me one more chance."

Your eyes looked hopeless, and you just smiled weakly at him.

"Hasn't it been enough, Sanji?" Your voice wavered. "Don't play with my heart anymore. I love you too much to survive another–"

Sanji pulled you into a tight hug, his arms surrounding you completely. Although you were still mad at him, your body automatically relaxed at the familiar comforting scent of him. "I don't have the words to even begin to apologise for what I have done. But I swear to you, love, I will make up for my mistake in every action from now on. I will leave no doubt in your mind of the fact that I'm madly, stupidly, disgustingly deeply in love with you. So much that my own heart isn't enough to hold all that love."

"You're like a dream, Sanji," you said quietly into his ear, heart racing yet mind calm. "A dream that you can't quite remember when morning comes. A dream that the more you try to grasp it, the more it slips from you. But even if you're a dream like that, I want to believe in that dream. I'm stupid enough to want to get my heart hurt again because it has chosen you and refuses to choose any other. So you better show me that my heart made the right decision."

"I will," he promised, pressing you harder into him. You were clinging onto him just as hard, but your tears had finally stopped.

"I don't like lying liars who lie, Sanji," you repeated your words from before. The chef smiled to himself. "You better keep your word this time."

Sanji hummed and let you go only to cup your cheeks in the palm of his hands. You looked at him, still a mess from crying and drinking. You were starting to look sleepy but Sanji felt like you had blown all his sleep away.

"When I'm sober," you paused to give a tiny yawn that had Sanji's heart clenching from how adorable it was, "you better be next to me."

Sanji smiled and picked you up bridal style. You curled into him and fell asleep in two seconds, barely catching his soft reply.

"I'll be there."

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maomiscorner · 2 months ago

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Unbreakable: Love wins all

Background: Your boyfriend's parents don't like you because you're not from a wealthy family like them. You two now live in a cute and comfortable loft apartment together.

Pairing: richbf!Jake x f!reader

Mentions: it can be uncomfortable for some people who are sensitive to screaming and harsh words.

You two just arrived home from a shopping session after working for an entire week.

You: "OMG, finally some rest after our shopping!". You chuckled lightly plopping down on your sofa. Jake chuckled too and settled himself beside you, putting one of his hands on your lap to massage your legs.

Jake: "Are you tired? Do you wanna go upstairs?"

You just sighed looking at him, and putting your hand on his cutely.

You: "I don't know, I think I'll just lie there for a while I guess"

Jake chuckled again and nodded standing up and going to where he had left the bags he started to put the groceries away in the kitchen.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and it made them scared from the jumpscare in the silent house.

Jake: "Damn it. Who is it at this time, in the afternoon?". He said while opening the door while you finally stood up from the sofa reaching him at the entrance.

While he opened the door he was surprised to see that his parents were there looking happily at him.

Jake: "Mom, Dad, what brings you here?".

Mum: "We were just passing by and thought we'd drop by unannounced to say hello and see how you're doing". She said with a bright smile.

Jake: "Oh, well, that's a surprise. Uh, come in, I guess".

He stepped aside to let his parents in, but as they saw you, their bright smile disappeared, switching to a fake one.

Jake: "Make yourselves at home. Can I get you guys something to drink?".

Dad: "No, no, we're fine. We won't stay long".

Mom: "Oh, Y/N! Hi, how are you?". Her fake smile deepened.

You: "I'm good, and you two?". You seated yourself on a chair in the kitchen while awkwardly looking at them.

Dad: "Well, it's good to know. I hope our son is taking good care of you, Y/N". Sometimes you ask yourself how they can be so realistic while faking their emotions, maybe they're some kind of actors?

You chuckled and nodded being tired of answering their fake selves, so you just excuse yourself and go upstairs.

You: "Well, I think that I can leave you talking there, I'll go upstairs". You went upstairs to the loft floor to change yourself to your comfy clothes.

Jake watched as you left the room, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. He then turned back to his parents, his expression a bit more relaxed now that they were alone.

Jake: "Why did you really come here? Is there something you want to talk about?"

Dad: "Can't we just visit our son without a reason?".

Jake's dad chuckled, but there was something in his tone that made Jake suspicious.

All of this situation made him really suspicious about his parents. As you listened to the conversation on the loft floor looking downstairs through the railing without making yourself seen.

Jake narrowed his eyes at his dad's response. He could sense that there was something underlying the surface.

Jake: "Uh-huh... You've never been one to drop by unannounced. Cut the bullshit, old man. What's really going on?"

Dad: "First of all don't call me like that... and second of all, we're here to talk about that girl".

Jake's expression hardened as his dad mentioned you. He steeled himself for the conversation that was about to unfold, crossing his arms defensively.

Jake: "What about her? What do you want to talk about?"

Dad: "For how long will this thing go on huh?"

Jake's dad asked plainly, his expression carefully neutral.

Jake clenched his jaw, his patience growing thin. He knew exactly what his dad was referring to but tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

Jake: "What 'thing' are you talking about, Dad?"

Dad: "Jake, don't play dumb. You know what I'm hinting at."

He crossed his arms, his voice stern. Jake let out a breath, his eyes darting to the side for a moment before he regained his composure.

Jake: "Alright, if you're hinting at my relationship with Y/N then say it straight, old man".

Dad: "I TOLD U TO NOT CALL ME LIKE THAT YOU-". His father stopped himself as he was screaming and you could probably hear them from upstairs.

Jake clenched his fists, and his father's reaction triggered him to raise his voice.

Jake: "Jesus Christ, lower your voice! And I'll call you whatever I want!".

Dad: "Don't raise your voice at me! I'm your father after all."

His father stood up, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his son.

Jake stood his ground, refusing to back down.

Jake: "And your point? Just because you're my father doesn't give you the right to pry into my personal life."

Dad: "I have every right as a parent to be concerned, especially when you bring a random girl into your life!"

His father pointed towards the stairs, gesturing to where you were upstairs. The accusation stung Jake, it was clear that his father had already formed an opinion about you.

You hid yourself as you got mentioned, fortunately, they didn't see you. But you got scared.

Dad: "Listen... I just want u to focus on your work and don't fuck around. We raised u well, not from some poor girl"

Jake's temper flared at his father's words. How dare he criticize you and make assumptions about you, just based on your background and your family.

Jake: "Agh, how can you say that about her? You know nothing about her. She's not 'some poor girl'. She's so much more than that."

Mum:" Even if we helped you set up this house with her it doesn't mean that we're ok with your relationship".

Jake's mother spoke up, her voice softer but no less judgemental. It was clear that she was also against the relationship.

Jake: "You helped me pay the first bills, I appreciate that. But that doesn't give you the right to dictate my life. I thought you would be happy to see me finally finding someone who makes me happy."

Dad: "Your ex was perfect for you, rich family like ours, good appearance and everything. But also happiness isn't the only thing that matters, Son. You need to think about your future, your career."

His father's tone was firm, as he lectured Jake about his responsibilities and priorities. Jake bristled at the mention of his ex. He had broken up with her for a reason.

Jake: "My ex? Seriously? We broke up months ago, and she was far from perfect. I don't want someone just because they come from a wealthy family. And what does my future career have to do with who I'm with?"

Dad: "If you want to pursue a successful career, you can't be tied down by some girl who might just slow you down!"

His dad's voice rose again, his stern expression not giving any room for rebuttal.

You listened to them from above, and you started crying silently trying to not make any sounds, as you seated yourself on the floor hiding your face in your knees.

Jake's expression hardened at his dad's words. He couldn't believe his father thought so little of you and their relationship.

Jake: "I can't believe you'd say that about her. She's not going to slow me down, she supports me and pushes me to do my best. You're both so quick to judge her without even trying to get to know who she really is!".

Dad: "We just want the best for u, Son. There are many pretty girls on this campus, u can get someone better than that."

His dad tried to reason with him, although his words stung Jake's heart. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. Jake clenched his fists tighter, a mix of hurt and anger bubbling up inside him.

Jake: "Better? What do you mean 'better'!? Y/N is an amazing person and she's perfect for me. I don't want 'many pretty girls'. I want HER."

Dad: "But she's not a woman who can satisfy your needs. She won't be able to give you the same luxuries and privileges that you are used to."

His dad pointed out, highlighting the class difference between you and Jake's privileged background.

You clutched your legs tight till they were hurting for the pain trying to divide the distress you were feeling, as his parents were probably right.

Jake was taken aback by his dad's comment. He couldn't believe he would bring up something as shallow as wealth and privilege.

Jake: "You really think that's what matters to me? Luxury and privileges? You don't even know me. I care about Y/N for who she is as a person, not what she can give me."

Dad: "Listen, Son, I know it might seem sweet and romantic now, but these things won't last. When you're older, you'll realize that compatibility, family background, and social status are Crucial in a relationship."

Jake felt his control slipping, his frustration mounting with every word his father spoke.

Jake: "What kind of archaic bullshit is that? I don't care about all those things. I don't care about the fact that her parents aren't rich, or that she doesn't come from a prestigious family. I don't care about any of that! I just care about her!"

Your tears just flew out tremendously as you crawled to close yourself in the wardrobe as you didn't wanted to listen to them anymore.

The conversation between them went on for more than 15 minutes until Jake made them leave out of angriness. Jake was seething with anger and frustration, both at his parents and at the situation. He couldn't believe the conversation had gone so badly and that they had been so judgmental towards you. As he closed the door behind his parents, Jake leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He knew you were upstairs and wanted to check on you, but he also needed a moment to cool down first. He took a deep breath and headed upstairs, determined to find you and make sure you were okay.

You were still crying with your hands covering your ears so you didn't know that he was searching for you as you were closed in the wardrobe on the loft floor.

Jake climbed the stairs quietly, his heart heavy with concern. He called out for you softly as he reached the top of the stairs.

Jake: "Love? Where are you?"

Jake furrowed his brow, growing more worried as he searched the loft floor. He looked around, noticing that the wardrobe door was slightly ajar.

Jake: "Love, are you in there?"

He approached the wardrobe, gently pushing the door open further. His concern grew as he saw you sitting inside, crying with your hands over your ears.

As you saw a light appear inside the dark closed wardrobe you opened your teary eyes to look at the person who opened the closet.

Jake's heart ached as he saw the state you were in, tears streaming down your face. He crouched down beside the wardrobe, his voice gentle as he spoke.

Jake: "Love, it's me... Are you okay?". But you just looked blankly at him with your watery eyes.

Jake's heart hurt even more as he saw your dazed expression. Seeing you like this was destroying him. He reached inside the wardrobe, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

Jake: "Talk to me, love... Please."

She broke down again and hugged him tight

You: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...."

Jake wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. He felt your body trembling as you sobbed into his chest, and his heart ached to see you like this.

Jake: "Shh, shhh... It's okay, love. You don't have to apologize."

He pulled you closer to him, one hand gently stroking your hair as he held you tight.

Jake: "There's nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who's sorry for everything. I'm sorry my parents said all those things, they're just ignorant and can't see who you really are."

You: "At a certain point I couldn't listen to them anymore so I just closed myself in here". You whispered in his chest, gripping tight on his shirt.

Jake held you tighter as you spoke, his heart clenching at the pain in your voice.

Jake: "I'm so sorry, love... I never wanted you to hear any of that. I wish I could've protected you from their ignorance."

You: "It's not your fault either". You lifted your face to look at him with your watery eyes. Jake looked down at you, his expression a mixture of concern and affection. He gently wiped away a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

Jake: "I know... But I still feel responsible for making you listen to all that crap. I wish things could've been different". You slowly lifted yourself and circled his neck still some tears falling.

You: "Don't be, ok?". You shook your head softly looking into his eyes.

Jake smiled softly as you cutely looked into his eyes with your pinkish-tinted cheeks.

Jake: "I'll try to not blame myself, ok? Now come here, love". He leaned in and looked at your lips.

You smiled and leaned closer, finally connecting your lips together in an ethereal kiss. It was slow, full of pain and love, a contrast that was mixing up all their emotions. He gently rubbed circles on your back, his touch soothing and comforting. They kissed there for a few moments, just taking comfort in each other's presence. As they backed up from the kiss they leaned their forehead together.

Jake: "I'll promise you I'll fight for us, nobody will take me away from you. I'll never give up on US".

Hope you like it, i tried something dramatic because I only watch dramatic movies lol...

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iqzo · 11 months ago

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SHY GIRLS 2

(first date, conniexblackreader, delinquent connie x nerd black reader, shy reader, smut, car sex, first blowjob, fingering, connie being in love with reader, reader’s in a beautiful dress)

shy girl 1

“why can’t i take you out onna date, hm?” you slide the book back into it’s slot before peering at connie— “because, connie. i have a test tomorrow and i didn’t have time to study for it” you explained as you took another book and scammed through it, reading the description to see if it fits in with your likings.

connie sucked his teeth, “baby, you’re smart. you don’t need to study.” you smiled, “thank you. but i still have to study,” you say as you added the book onto the stack of books sitting on the wooden table—connie goads his arms finding their selves around your waist, his foot on either sides of your body carrying you over to the nearest window so he could lean your body against it— “connie,” you whispered slapping his chest, “ow baby,” he groans rubbing where you slapped him— “why you always hitting me” he pouts while his hand retracts to your waist holding you steady. “because you’re always annoying me.” you answered honestly which caused connie’s head to lift up from your shoulder.

his brown eyes stared intensely at your face. taking in every feature he loved. but the feature he adored the most was those beautiful eyes which were enhanced by that mascara you’d use—and those lips, the same lips that emitted moans of his name from the backseat of his car, those same lips that were pressed against his. they were lathered down with that lipgloss that made it look so soft.

connie wanted to kiss them, and he attempted to do, but your anxious mind took over, quickly serving your face away from his affection. “what did i tell you about kissing me randomly,” you grumbled glaring at him through those glasses. connie sighs after he takes a glance around his surroundings, “but no one’s here baby.” he said with a pout on his lips, your eyes rolled. “fine.” you grumbled causing a smile to line his lips, his hands slithers up to your neck enclosing around it with a steady not to tight grip.

his lips smushed against yours, whilst his hands travel around your body. touching, every, part—and i mean every. down to your cooter which you immediately latched onto his wrist the finger that was about to stroke your cloth pussy freezes, “connie!” you whispered once he pulls away, his wrist slipping out from your grasp you leaped off the window ledge—“my bad,” he says while shoving his hands in his pockets glancing down at the slight tent in his pants, “you are so horny,” you say as you packed away your stuff into your tote bag than slinging it over your chest, “i’m not horny, you’re just so beautiful—i can’t get enough of it, makes me wanna eat you up,” he stated as if he wasn’t inside a library right now.

your eyes widened at the words that fell from his mouth, not a single thought of him acknowledging the fact that he’s in a public place speaking like this, “do you not have no shame?” you question causing a smirk to line his lips, he trudges over to you one hand snakes itself around your waist, his lips plants a kiss on your forehead before he whispered, “not when it comes to you.” leaning back up with a grin before sliding his hands into his pockets.

you shook your head and rolled your eyes. ever since that day everything between you and connie drifted—it was once a teenager tutoring a delinquent which slowly turned into the delinquent inviting the tutor over but not to tutor, WHICH slowly but SURELY. turned into him eating you and fucking you dumb in his backseat.

staring at his back watching the muscles flex against his tight shirt from each step he took—you wondered if the marks were still there since he’d complained about how much it burned.

connie turned on his feet realizing you weren’t responding to his numerous calls of your name—“baby-woah, damn girl” he says through a light groan, you stared up from his chest before taking a quick step back. “i know, i’m too sexy. got you distracted.” he says with a cocky grin as he started flexing his muscles with poses. you stared like he had more than one head on his neck, “no i was actually staring at the stain.” he came to an immediate halt and grasp his shirt, you chortled at how determined he was to find that stain.

nearly panicking at the thought that he’s been walking around the entire school with a stain on his shirt and no one said a thing, maybe because he looks scary to even approach or bump into. “i’m just kidding,” you reply out of a light chuckle covering your mouth as connie flatly stares at you.

connie sucked his teeth, “cmon and study so i can take you out.” your neck jolts, “connie, i have a test tomorrow i can- we can leave out early, i promise.” he cuts off with reassurance, “you’ll have the time to study for that dumbass test or quiz whatever,” your eyes rolled crossing your arms on your chest staring up at your “friend”

“y’know you have that test as well right?” connie nods proudly, “yeah i’m not even going to attempt to try, i have no hopes of me passing. but cmon,” he says giving you light pats on your back beckoning you to follow behind him, “lemme take you out to dinner.”

“alright mommm,” you groaned softly at your mother who acted like she was sending you off to get married when in reality, you were just going on a date. your first date, holding up a camera she detached a hand from it and beckoned your brothers to join in “cmon, ya’ll pose for your sisters first date!” you head shakes softly seeing them follow along with what your mother said—posing with their tongues out, peace’s signs, rockstar hand gestures and everything in the posing hand gesture book. you stood beside them taking numerous glances at the clock, seeing the hand itching closer to 5:30.

“ma i gotta go. he’s going to be here any minute, now.” you say as you started pacing around the house gathering your stuff and storing it into your purse, “can we meet this young boy?” mother questioned —more like insisted, pausing when you heard that familiar car engine coming down the block, “yeah, he’s pulling up right now.” you say grabbing your house keys as the last object you needed.

you opened the front door meeting eyes with his blacked out hellcat and him leant against the passenger door legs crossed decked down in a fancy suit staring down at his phone it looked like he was about to text you just when your older brother, Mikel shouted about how cool connie’s car looked.

his head immediately darts up eyes instantly saw you in that dress, the moment his eyes landed his mouth dropped. god you look like a goddess, you were so majestic in the black dress that hugged your body sculptor perfectly and that hairstyle you wore fit right with it. “Damn bro, never knew this amount of tint was allowed.” Mikal said towards connie expecting a reply right after he spoke but he didn’t causing him to glance up—starstruck written down on his face as red started to tint his skin you performed an awkwardly shy downward smile; before you could get the chance to step down from the porch connie pushed his body off the car and made his way to his princess.

“oh?” momma says as she stood in the doorway, connie gives you a little smirk before glancing at your mother greeting her and your brothers right after.

after 10 minutes you were finally in his car, all shy playing around with the rings on your finger as you took discreet glances at him. his warm large veiny hands rest upon your thigh, rubbing them ever-so gently pushing away the anxious feeling raging inside your body.

“you look so pretty, baby.” he compliments through a soft low spoken voice. “thank you..” you blushed avoiding the gaze you knew he had on you. approaching the red light connie hand came to your chin turning than angling your head up, his lips smooched against yours emitting out a soft delicate moan from you—it was so passionate and warm you just couldn’t help but to feel a little wet down there. it’s connie! he’s the “woman pleasurer ”.

he pulls away to take a glance, those doe eyes staring up at him. pupils dilated with love, his free hand makes it way to your the side of your face cupping it, his thumb caressing your cheek.

his head leans in for another kiss just when—BEEP— slightly jumped out of his grasp at the realization snatching your head away from his connie frowns up his lips glaring at the car behind him through the side mirrors.

you took a glance at him seeing his face all cutely screwed up by frustration, it made you snort a little laugh.

connie shook his head and pressed down on the gas—after 10 minutes , you and connie arrived at the restaurant. he pulls into a park across the restaurant and stepped out—peeping from the corner of his eye he watched as you began to step out the car he quickly halts your movement, “lemme open the door for you.” he says through a smirk, your hands mindlessly sliding off the handle watching him walk around the car.

your door opens and connie’s hand reaches out for yours in an instant you latched onto it stepping out the car in your flashy beautiful dress. “god—you look so fucking sexy,” he grunts his scarred hands gripping your waist as his body pushed against yours, “conniee..” you grumbled hands planted on his chest trying to push him away, he groans.

his comely eyes glancing at every single facial detail, “we are on a time limit.” you say as your arms crossed on your chest, he inhaled deeply pulling his bottom lip into his mouth afterwards. “you look so gorgeous, mama.” he whispers completely ignoring what you had said prior. his hands resides on your waist squeezing them before his body than pushes itself against yours.

“connie—can i kiss you….please..?” comely eyes fixated upon your lips watching them glisten from the shine of your lipgloss. you sighed feeling your cheeks heat from how intense he was staring. giving in you let him do what he wanted. once he got that green light—he didn’t waste no time.

his tongue shoved down your throat as his hands roam around your body gripping every part. he was hungrily kissing you, his lips moving in unison to yours. you slapped against his chest alerting him to move, as you started to feel the air getting less and lesser in your lungs. as soon as his lips detach from yours you took a deep inhale. “oh my god connie.” he ambles back with a light smirk, “couldn’t help myself, princess.” he stated before his hands shoots out, “cmon.”

your mouth dropped when you stepped inside the restaurant, everything was covered in MONEY. it was so lavish in here that you didn’t even feel like you belonged inside. these were the type of restaurants celebs go to. a large diamond covered chandelier in the dead center of the restaurant, connie leads you to the front desk. getting the table that was already preserved, “you are connie springer, correct?” the waiter questioned, “yep, son of mr. springer.” he says through a sough, “ah yes, infamous alex springer.” he smirks tucking the pen in the pocket in his shirt, “follow me.”

your eyebrows knit, glancing up at the blonde. “what does he mean by your dad being infamous.” you questioned causing him to chuckle, “this was where he proposed to my mom and shit he was drunk as a bitch he could barely even talk without stammering and—“ connie’s shoulders shrugs mid sentence, “—he was jus everywhere.” you chortles interlocking your hands with his as you walked along the path of the red carpet.

“here you go.” the waiter smiled as he stops by a nicely decorated two seat table which sat by the large window displaying the amazing view of the city from afar.

“cmere mama.” connie says as he pulls out the seat for you, grabbing ahold of your hand he leads you over to the chair waiting until you got yourself all situated before he than moves to his seat.

“would you guys like anything to drink?” you picked up the menu the man had placed in front of you and went to the drink section.

browsing through the options, so many options, your eyes finally deciding to land on the frozen mango margarita.

you peered up at the waiter, “may i get the frozen mango margarita.” you said. the man nods his head writing down your beverage on the notepad.

he than turns his attention onto connie who couldn’t seem to reciprocate it back.

he was so intrigued by your allurements that he didn’t notice the waiter trying to gain his attention.

“s—sir?” the waiter worriedly glanced over at you, “connie.” your feet kicks at his knee snapping him out of his daze. “oh shit, my bad. i’ll take the uhh—“

jus gon skip ahead.

after you and connie had placed out your orders, you spent the waiting time on the beauty in the restaurant. instantly, getting flabbergasted the more your eyes traveled around.

connie couldn’t help but to fall even more in love.

“i feel so out of place here.” you spoke in a soft whispered way, to only where connie could hear your comment.

connie sucked his teeth watching as you fixed the dress you had on. “girl, stop. you fit perfectly in here.” you hummed glancing down at your attire before returning your gaze to connie, “are you sure?” he hummed softly as his head nods.

“here you go.” the waiter walks up with this large circular tray which was being held by his left hand as the holder was being opened by his right.

he placed the tray down and dished out your foods.

the (any order) being jostled to you along with your drink, as for the rest being handed to connie. “enjoy,” the male smiles as he situates the tray between his inner brachium and side.

he walks off leaving you two to converse over the food.

the night was going so well—so well to point where connie couldn’t seem to last any longer than he attended too. the dress you had on looked so beautiful on you, earning gazes from the males. he didn’t care about the attention that you didn’t know you were getting, because he knows he got you around his finger. if any boy other than connie were to walk up to you, you’ve would’ve ignored them.

connie knows this all too well because he was once apart of that group being vaguely ignored by you.

you seem to noticed it from the way his tongue glidesss over his pink lips, his comely eyes held a sultry look as they roamed your body. his arms folded on his chest, leg’s spreading out in the process.

the muscles that were like prisoners to the fabric of his suit, bulging out creating their own hills in the arm sleeves.

connie couldn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t horny, even if he tried too. the ‘discreet’ ‘innocent’ touches he does to your legs, rubbing them ever so gently and carefully as if it was fragile enough to even break at the simplest flick.

both hands worked up your smooth legs, he’s lucky there’s a cloth hiding his vicious act.

“connie!” you whispered leaning more closer to his side of the table, he grins. “m’sorry,” he murmured. his head resting against his palm as he spoke softly to you, “i can’t help it, i told you. you too pretty ma, i want you. nah, matter of fact. i need you.”

those simples words he spoke guides us to connie’s lips smushed against yours, his body pushing against yours which made you trapped between the car and him.

the leftovers in a plastic bag were around your wrist, you tried to maintain it from not falling but the roughness of connie’s eagerness took over.

groaning at the sweet saccharine taste of your lipgloss, which soon starts to make his pink lips shine when he pulls away.

“connie, connie, w—wait. can we get in the car first??” you muttered your lips glazing his lips, “mhm.” he hummed unlocking the car with his keys, he opened the door to the backseats of the car. “cmon, mama.” he whispered ushering you inside. he takes the bag from your wrist, in the process. as you got yourself situated his steps inside. locking the door when he was fully in.

he placed the bag in the passenger seat, slouched on the chair his legs spread wide. his hands patting on his lap, beckoning you to sit on them.

you shyly climbed onto his lap, your hands rest on his sculpture shoulders. accidentally, you grind your cunt against the raging hard on in his pants causing him to moan beneath you.

an instant heat rushed through your body, landing at your cunt. “s—sorry,” you stuttered swallowing dryly at the way he looks.

his eyes lidded with lust, “shh, it’s okay. cmere, i wanna make love to you.” he speaks softly as his tone began to lower towards the end. his hand’s gripping your chin guiding your lips to his.

once your lips touched his. his tongue instantly, slipped into your mouth. exploring it, you struggled to kiss back since he was kissing so rough and passionately.

it was nearly impossible to keep up, you were new to this and he wasn’t.

you frantically tapped against his chest, causing his lips to fall from yours. confusion written all over his olive skin, “what’s wrong, baby?” he questioned in a low tone. “you want me to teach you how t’ make out?” he asked as he hummed right after.

you nodded your head, motioning a yes to his question.

“hm, alright, cmere.” his lips calm smoothly down to yours—giving you step by step instructions as his hands travels all over your body, you moaned into the kiss as your hips subconsciously begin to runt against his pelvis.

he grunts breathlessly, he pulls away a trail of saliva locks onto you and connie’s bottom lip.

one hand resting against his chest as the next as by his waist, “fuck,” he groans his head slowly angles downward to the raging boner pressing against his pants.

“cmon, lay down baby. i wanna eat you out.” you followed his demand, laying flat on your back watching him situate himself between your luscious thighs. watching as your dress rides up your mid thigh exposing the ruffles that goes along the ends of your undies.

he groans as he scrunched up your dress by your waist, salivating at the sight of your pussy juices leaking through the fabric creating a damp spot.

he traveled a hand to your cunt, using the thumb to press against the damp surface. hearing your soft moans enter his ears, he takes his next hand discarding it from your waist to pull aside your undies exposing that glistening cunt he longed for.

nearly moaning at the sight, he wasted no time. ripping another pair of your underwear’s. you didn’t even bother to scold him from doing that, you were too busy being in the bliss to connie’s pussy eating skills.

his mouth clasped around your cunt as his tongue licks up your juices twirling around your sensitive bud earning a loud moan from you.

your hands riding through his hair gripping onto it as your back arched pushing your cunt more in his mouth. connie groans into your pussy sending vibrations through your body.

“conniee!” you cried, heavy breathing when you started to feel the feeling of his digits slowly easing into your pulsating hole.

“hmm?” peering up through his eyebrows watching as your face turned from the multiple feelings you were experiencing all over again. you bit down onto your lip feeling that all to knowing tightness in your stomach.

“i—i’m gonna cum..” you moaned which was like a call for connie’s finger to speed up. hitting that gummy spot, his lips sucking on your cunt lapping up your juices like a dog.

creating this smacking noises with his mouth. the sound of your juices mixing around with his saliva overpowers the smacking noises filling up the car and his ears which made him grow even more hard.

“i’—i-“ you failed attempts to talk made connie smirk, watching your hips stutter as well with your moans before he felt your walls clenching around his fingers squirting all over them. he licks off the remains from his fingers, watching you dead in your eye while doing so.

you swallowed dryly, breaking away from his gaze to stare at the painful bulge in his pants. you tongue clicked the roof of your mouth, “c-connie..” you muttered shyly, “hm?” he says as he gets ready to slide himself inside, “m-may i suck your dick?” connie’s eyebrows perked up, near shock to your comment.

“you wanna give me head?” he questioned which made you nod face flustered with embarrassment. he sat down on his butt, giving you room to change into a crawling position. “h—how do i do it..” you questioned sitting up on your knees, “firstly—“ he pulls out his girthy dick that had veins running through it.

his mushroom tip leaks out precum, as the base throbs for your warm cunt. “you stroke it.” he breathlessly said his eyes deliberately make their way onto your face watching your delicate hand hesitantly move towards his cock.

your hands enclosed around his length, mouth parting at the thigh clenching sound he made. “fuck, up and down baby up and down.” he guides through a soft voice, as he ejects soft moans. “tighten your grip baby—ooh, fuck jus like that baby.” he moans his head lolls back into the chair.

watching him with doe eyes, seeing his face express the pleasure you were giving him. you peered down at his cock watching his hip slightly thrust into your fist, helping him get to his orgasm quicker.

you suddenly started to feel that urge to put it in your mouth, so you did. slowly making your way down you parted your mouth, within the second of your mouth clasping around connie’s tip his head relocates catching you in the act. “bab-“ before he could even say anything he was taken aback by how nice it felt to have your lips around his tip.

it’s adorable seeing you trying to part your mouth a little more so you could take in anything past his tip, “fuck, baby,” he was just too much to take.

“baby, str-stroke faster,” he groans pushing his hips up causing you to gag, tears brimmed your eyes as you followed with his demand. stroking faster, trying to make him experience what you felt.

your lips detach from his tip with a pop you looked up at him through your eyebrows, his bottom lip tucked in his mouth, his chest heaving as he stares down lustily into your eyes. you kissed his tip, multiple times as your hands strokes his cock taking him to his orgasm.

you saw his stomach stink in indicating he was close, his moans started getting more intense and loud.

“oh, fuck y/n—i’m—fuck!” his hand find themselves resting on your face, caressing your cheeks as he reached his orgasm.

splattering his nut all over your face and his pants, he released a shaky breathing sound before he leads you back onto his lap, “fuck.” he chuckled through a light moan to when he felt your thigh rub against his dick.

“lemme help you baby.” he muttered before pulling out wipes from his pocket, as he started wiping the nut off your face you seemed to notice where his hands were. one under your chin, holding your head in place as the other held the wipe.

“there you go. now come ride this dick”

“f—fuck! connie!” you shouted as you left crescent marks on his upper back, he groans at the stinging pain. his hands gripping on your waist moving you on his inhumane cock.

“shit, baby you feel so good.” he dragged out, “i missed this fucking pussy s’much, baby.” he whispers seductively as if his dick wasn’t hitting that one spot constantly. “connie,” you whimpered as your hand ran through his hair starting from the back and up.

“yes baby, i miss you too. i couldn’t even jerk off like how i used to.” the more you hear him talk pure sweetness towards you the more wetter she was getting.

dripping out of your cunt and coated his dick, “hmm, fuck.” you moaned biting down on your lip, you couldn’t even attempt to keep your eyes open. he was deep in your guts, and i mean rearranging your insides.

drilling his dick through your pink gummy walls. you felt one hand detached from your waist and travels up your side stopping at your breast squeezing them before pitching the areola.

“cum on this dick baby, cmon.” he moves his head to your chest, his mouth clamping down on your areola sucking on it.

you felt that familiar tightness in your lower stomach, “connie, i—i’m gonna cum!” you warned slapping at his chest which made him grasp your wrist to stop, “cum baby, cmon.” he moans as he started to feel his orgasm approaching as well.

“we’ll cum together princesa,” he whispered through a moan, wrapping an arm around your body bringing you in closer. he fucks his hip into you causing your eyes to widened by the sudden change, everything happened so quick.

screaming his name as you squirted all over his cock forming a ring at the base, connie shakes beneath you. he pulls a final longing thrust making sure you received every last drop of his nut.

you picked your head up from his shoulder, breathing heavily you swallowed dryly, “fuck..” you cursed.

you were too weak to move a muscle, “aw look at you.” he smiles softly running his hands through your braids, “stop,” you grumbled laying back down on his chest. you felt the vibrations of his chuckle, “cmon baby. i gotta get you home,” he whispers whilst his hand rests on your back rubbing it smoothly.

“i wanna stay with u.” staring up with pouted lips, connie couldn’t say no. but you had a test to take tomorrow and he doesn’t want you to miss out on that, “baby, the test.” he reminds, you groaned.

“i don’t wanna take it.” he chortled. “cmon, lemme get your pretty ass home before your curfew.”

—this was lowk rushed idk 🤕, BUT i hope u enjoyed

#anime x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen #x black reader #spotify #attack on titan #armin x y/n #black reader #connie springer #iqzo<3 #aot connie #connie smut #connie x black y/n #connie x you #connie attack on titan #blackreader #x black fem reader

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greycloudsinwinter · 6 months ago

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Hello if you don't mind me asking can you make a yandere marauders x Slytherin reader

YANDERE MARAUDERS X SLYTHERIN READER

🦁they met you in hogwarts when they were bullying your friend Severus snape.

🦁when you stuck up for them they were shocked and entranced by you.

🦁you were too amazing to be hanging around the low life snape.

🦁they start to send you anonymous gifts and when you chuck them away they are disappointed in them selves.

🦁one of them now lurks around you following you were eve you go. Ask them why they are following you and they will make up a dumb excuse like ‘I have detention this way’ or ‘wanted to make sure your ok?’ You scoff at there lame excuses and run off.

🦁they despise the fact so much they all wrote to dumbledore demanding you change houses to which he ignored of course.

🦁they will work together since they are such a tight knit friend group.

🦁rivals they beat up they won’t Jill them necessarily. Just break them till you can’t recognise them.

🦁James likes to public scream his love for you in the halls.

🦁Sirius likes to flirt with yo in class often making fun of others to try and make you laugh.

🦁Remus writes you long letters expressing his love and devotion to you.

🦁Peter prefers to hover around you and show his love for you by acts of service.

🦁anyone that speaks badly about you is done for.

🦁they all love how ambitious you are it really turns them on.

🦁terrifying yanderes to have because they won’t fight over you they will help each other.

🦁try and escape them and they may force you too take a love potion.

🦁there obsessive,observant and devoted yanderes so be careful about what you say about others too them.

Thank you for the request ❤️❤️

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #x reader #obsessed #obssesive #obssessed #yandere harry potter #dark harry potter characters x reader #harry potter #yandere fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts #siruis black #peter pettigrew #james potter #remus lupin #yandere marauders

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alphajocklover · 6 months ago

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InstaJock: Details and Settings

I’ve mentioned before, in passing, about the inner workings of the InstaJock app. I always mention the basics: that the app instantly transforms anyone who uses it into a ripped jock the second they finish setting up their account. No mess, no fuss, one moment they’re a nerd, the next they’re a total fucking stud. It’s nice because it’s simple and easy. But… there’s more to it than just that. Today we’re going to go into the more complicated parts of the app.

A lot of people wonder why the nerds that get invited to the app accept the invitations at all. Sure, some of them are overjoyed at the idea of turning into manly jock bros, but there have to be some nerds who prefer to stay as their geeky selves or who don’t trust the suspicious app that they can barely find any mention of on the internet. The thing is that the people who get the invitation are just… compelled to accept it. Some can hold out longer than others, but eventually the app becomes an itch they have to scratch and they end up joining the growing number of InstaJock studs.

Another thing is that InstaJock can do a little more than just jockify the user. To be fair that is its main function, and it's the most impressive one, but as I’ve mentioned before you can alter things more specifically by changing your profile or adjusting the apps settings. With a few changes you can change your history so that you’ve always been a jock. You can change what type of jock you become by choosing from a list of presets, or even change more specific things about yourself. Take this new InstaJock user for example. He made a couple of quick adjustments on his user profile and suddenly he wasn’t a white nerd anymore, nor had he ever been. Everyone remembered him as the dumb alpha asian jock he now was.

The more I learn about InstaJock the more impressed, frightened, and admittedly horny I get. I might try it myself someday…

**hey there again! My 6th post today! I’m feeling real creative lately I guess. A friend of mine in my dms expressed a love of Asian jock tfs so I figured it’d be fun to do a little more race play. Hope you enjoy!**

#muscle growth tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #muscle tf #reality change #retcon #instajock tf

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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago

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can i ask for qsmp reacting to new member reader who is russian??

yes of course!! I love this request sm, hopefully I got everyone you're looking for! sorry if these are a little ooc, I'm learning a lot and watching a lot about the qsmp still so hopefully this is good lol. kind of a mix of q! selves and cc! selves so 💀

QSMP ; meeting a russian creator

includes ; tubbo, quackity, cellbit, jaiden, roier, wilbur, foolish, slimecicle, tina, and nihachu

warnings ; language, probably ooc 💀💀

masterlist

TUBBO

"oh, hi! are you the new member???"

he's really nice, helps you build a house and stuff to get started and whatnot

you, him & sunny spend a lot of time together, especially because quackity gave you your own child too

sunny & your egg absolutely love each other, and perfectly balance one another out

tubbo teaches you all about his machines and factories and whatnot

welcomes you with open arms to the town of fobo

talks to you about the federation and whatnot, how they're basically the government and to just avoid them at all costs

even with a language barrier (if you don't speak English as well) you guys are so tight

always fucking around together somehow

he adds you into his lore as well

QUACKITY

welcomes you with kindness and open arms

introduces you to your own egg 😭🫶

he's got a lot of energy and is very chaotic, literally sprints around the whole smp showing you everything and catching you up into lore stuff

if he fucks up a first impression, he repeatedly tries to make it up and corrects himself and whatnot

doing dumb shit with him and richarlyson is a must

you guys become really good friends and make some great lore ideas together

if you speak a little/lot of English, you guys will just have chitter-chatter streams together and build a little tree house for the eggs

CELLBIT

"hello!!"

you teach him a little Russian and he teaches you a little French

even if you have a language barrier he's really nice to you

very selfless, if you need something, hes got you

if you get kidnapped, good lord is he holding a grudge

has a protective type of personality, makes sure to keep you and your egg safe if you two come across some federation funny business together

starts to learn Russian because he thinks it's a cool language

surprises you one day with a phrase in Russian and you're just like "???? hello cellbit?"

"was that a good pronunciation? I'm still learning"

puzzles >>>>

used to be a rlly good pvper so he teaches you some outdated tricks lol

JAIDEN

"Oh my God, hi!!"

teaches you all about how the smp works and tells you all about her adventures

also takes you on adventures with her when you stream together

through the language barrier, you still get along really well and enjoy each other's humor and company

building together >>>

such great inputs from each side

in lore, she's kind of just off to herself, and alone

she can't really trust other people whatsoever now

but when you come around, she's a bit more open but obviously wants to be left alone

teaches you all about her pets

she rubbed off her love for vocaloid on you

ROIER

welcomes you with a smile

teaches you all about lore and whatnot

mentions his and cellbits wedding at least 3 times

gives you a little referral to therapy

he's currently a rat in lore so uh

he kinda just uses you as a pedestal for now

"y/n, tell them that im the superior rat, please"

you repeat the phrase in russian to any other russian creators you joined the server with

becomes a co-parent to your egg

very level-headed, somehow always has a plan

"Oh, yeah, the federation kidnaps people, just stay away from them"

"Dude what"

everyday is his birthday

you play into the bit by singing happy birthday in russian and giving him some sort of food

WILBUR SOOT

very formal first impression

introduces you to tallulah

tallulah is kinda iffy about you and your egg at first but she warms up to you guys

if you're the building type, he'll do the dirty work to get you the stuff you need to make a house, or anything you wanna build

on top of learning french, dutch, and spanish, you get him invested in russian as well

in lore, he believes that most problems can be solved by love, and you just kinda go with it because he's nice enough and whatnot

teaches you some stuff about music

you guys do a lot of yap streams while grinding up some resources on the island to make some new locations and whatnot

"the pattern you're doing looks like upside down dicks"

"wh- wilbur, why would you say that?"

if you're still learning English, and it's kinda broken when you speak or you say something wrong, he kindly corrects you and teaches you correct pronunciations

becomes a co-parent to your egg as well

you teach the eggs the "scary fight like a badass" stuff and he's the "be nice, children" parent

FOOLISH GAMERS

you're immediately introduced to his laugh

kind of reckless, but pretty laid back

pretty playful as well, likes to joke around with you

he doesn't have a reason to not trust you yk

you're very overprotective of your egg and anxious that you'll let something bad happen, but if he becomes a co-parent, he releases your egg from the little plastic box you have them in when you aren't around

does the whole Batman bit with you on your first stream on the qsmp

holy shit the amount of laughter

he wants to leave a good impression on you, thinks you're really cool lol

you've mutually decided that he builds exteriors, you design interiors

SLIMECICLE

probably wasn't even aware new people were joining

"who the hell is that???"

like you're trying to let quackity teach you the basics and he's staring from a distance like he's gonna plot to kill you

tries to joke around and say hello in russian but ends up saying some random phrase that didn't make sense

"You just said your toes taste like cheese"

"Wait, what?"

makes you a bitch wife/husband asap

makes you curse people out in russian when he gets slightly offended

definition of the uwu cat boy and tall angry bully gay stereotype

in lore he's got some serious psychological problems but it's okay!! you can deal with it

quackity tells you about the whole gegg think and you sit there like "okay wtf"

TINA KITTEN

you guys just kinda run into each other one day and you ask her for help on something

something clicked man, yall are such an iconic duo

you guys build a whole mansion near the sea together for the eggs

in lore, she's pretty reserved and isolates herself, and you become one of the many tk worry about her and try and give her advice

secrets are safe with her 💳💥💥💥

you guys own a little farm together too

Em and your egg get along so well

she has a little proud mom moment

tetris competitions.

she likes to draw and she loves drawing you and your egg together it's so cute

NIKI NIHACHU

she's kind of shy but your personalities balance each other out

she's sworn to protect everyone, and you and your egg are quickly added to that list

baking with her>>

you work with her at empanadas bakery

she talks to you all about psychology and how it fascinates her and stuff

you learn a lot from her

lots of compliments whether it be builds or even outfits you're showing off to you're stream

she easily becomes a co-parent of your egg lol

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #nihachu x reader #tubbo x reader #qsmp #qsmp x reader #qsmp tubbo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp jaiden #qsmp tina #qsmp niki

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mechaknight-98 · 11 months ago

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Party Time (NSFW): Session 0 FT: Dahyun

Author's note: For this chapter, I will be changing the character perspective of this story slightly. the characters will still be the same however I wanted to try something different. As I learn more I'll probably come up with a much better way of writing the characters and differencing between them.

PreSession 0

You were blared awake by your ringtone Our Song by Silverstein. you looked around confused to see what was going on when you picked up your phone to see it was a call from Atticus. you grab your phone and answer,

"Yo, what's up?"

"It's session 0 of our Uber campaign today," Atticus responded. "Don't tell me you forgot Mordekai." You groan because you had an alarm that was set to go off in 4 minutes.

"Atticus Why are you like this? Look I know you are anxious but you beat my alarm by 4 minutes. I was going to be there."

"But you said you didn't have a character."

"Yeah because I was going to choose based on what everyone else was."

You rub your face before responding, "Dude I just got off work. I don't have the patience for this conversation I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Okay see you soon, and get here safe. As..." Atticus began

"Yeah I know My safety is a priority," you respond

finishing Atticus' statement, and hanging up. "Ahhhh. you groan." knowing you lost the last 4 minutes you get up and start your character. when you start getting deeper into the build your alarm goes off and you begin the rush to get ready. You shower, brush your teeth, and leave to go. Unsurprisingly you are early. Atticus is happy to see you and asks to see your character sheet.

Atticus looks at your character sheet and groans before asking, "Monty...Why is there only a Name and a Class?"

"Well, I figured we could hash out more of the details when it came time, Like what subclass and what race?" You begin. Atticus looks at you annoyed before you qualify the statement with, "I don't want to encroach or step on toes and I know people don't play Monks all that often." You say

Atticus shrugs in understanding, "Okay Fair. How about this then You play the Avatar Race."

"the Avatar race? Never heard of em." You say flatly

Atticus laughs as he explains "Well that's because it's a race I made specifically for this campaign."

"Okay so what's it do?" you ask intrigued to play a new brew of Atticus'

Atticus pulls out a little cheat sheet with the races he had available, "Well it's simple. It's just a generic humanoid in all aspects that is just molded to your character. they gain; +1 to three ability scores, a Feat, A language, and a skill."

"that's a lot." You exclaim

"On paper sure but ultimately not really because those +1s are so marginally good." Atticus elaborates

You roll your eyes before saying"Well if I roll a bunch of odd numbers it's pretty good, or do point buy."

"Oh about that. so to ease everyone into the game we are doing actual character-building with our physical selves. so how good you are at things determines your actual stats." Atticus explains

"Huh?" You ask

"Yeah," Atticus affirms

"That's dumb and I love it Atticus." You say

The door to Atticus's home opens and you hear a tiny voice say "Hey Atticus my Unnies are on their way." you turn around to see Dahyun of Twice. You quickly turn back to Atticus who you look at.

"Hahaha." is Atticus's only response. you blink slowly and turn to face Dahyun.

"Wow like you are way prettier in person," you say to her Seeing her gorgeous face up close and not separated by a distance of several thousands of feet. Dahyun smiles at you with the most adorable smile.

"I like your necklace," Dahyun replies shyly. you smile at her.

"What are you playing?" Dahyun asks

"Oh I am just playing an Avatar monk, and you" you reply. You notice Atticus smirks and when Dahyun goes to grab his character sheet you shoot him a furious look.

"Oh Changeling Blood Hunter."

you raise your eyebrows surprised and reply, "Impressive." Dahyun was listening intently

Dahyun blushes slightly then smiles and says "Thank you"

"Great my two Chingu are getting along great Atticus says happily

Dahyun looks at you surprised "We are the same age?" you nod. She eases and replies "I thought I'd be the youngest."

"Nope, I believe that is David who is one year younger than us," you answer Dahyun nods and eases into you more. You smile at her and say “Excuse me miss. Are you trying to charm me?”

Dahyun gives you her dazzling eye smile and says, “Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?” you are taken aback by her boldness. You lift your hands in surrender, which causes Dahyun to laugh heartily.

The door opens again and Dahyun and you jump upon hearing it, taken out of the little world you two found yourself in. You turn to the door to see a young lady with pink hair apologizing profusely “Sorry for scaring you.” she says meekly. Dahyun and you quickly work to attempt to diminish the fears of the young girl as you both wave off her apology citing that you and she should have been paying attention. The girl smiles and hugs Atticus. You tilt your head but say nothing. The young lady then turns to the two of you and says “Hi I'm Jeewon nice to meet you.” Dahyun and you both wave at the girl. When she asks your names

“Mordekai. but everyone calls me Monty,” you say

“Dahyun” Dahyun adds Jeewon smiled brightly as she sat next to the two of you.

"So what are the the two of you playing ?" Jeewon asks brightly

"Avatar Monk," you answer

"Changeling blood hunter." Dahyun follows suit

You clap your hands in approval, "Ooh it gets sexier each time you say it." you say hyping up Dahyun who turns to you and blushes. she hits you and says "Stop it" but her gaze tells you not to stop.

"Are you two dating?" Jeewon asks intrigued.

"Nah we went on one date." You answer. Dahyun looks at you confused.

"Wait...Mountain?" Dahyun says as she realizes who you are. You smirk at Dahyun who smiles at you further. Atticus laughs when he makes the connection that when the two of you did that Rugby tournament a few years back and you said you had a date with a pretty girl was with Dahyun, but before anything else could be said the door opened again and a very bright voice crashed.

"Sorry, I am late. Traffic was really bad" A cheery voice says. As the group turns you see Sana skip into the living room. Sana recognizes you instantly and smiles

"Mordekai! How are you cutie?" Sana says as she envelops you in a clumsy hug.

"I am good noona, how about you?" You reply to Sana

"Oh, you know. being the prettiest in Twice is tough." She said

"Oh come on you know Dahyun's the prettiest." You counter

Sana feigns a pout before smiling at you and giggling. She took her seat next to Dahyun. After that, the rest of the "Party" fills in which includes members from Red Velvet (Irene and Seulgi), one from Twice (Nayeon), and surprisingly one member of Dreamcatcher (Handong). There are also four more guys who show up in this order David, Timothy, Alan, Kento, and Charlie. As more people show up you introduce yourself and appear friendly enough, but for the most part you stick to Dahyun and Atticus (When he's not swooning over Jeewon) as Dahyun speaks the best English and you know her the best. Eventually, Nayeon approaches you and says "Hey so we have a playlist featuring a song dedicated to everyone's character. Do you have anything in mind?

You scour your mind trying to find something but as it goes blank the choice rises from that.

"Power to Tearer." You reply. You notice Kento and Sana look at you as Nayeon nods.

"got it. I'll add it" she says.

Sana slinks over to you, "That's an interesting choice for a Character-inspired song."

"Well I figure this is the only place where it will be appreciated and understood," you reply. Sana smirks.

"You're pretty interesting Monty." Sana coos with a mischievous smirk, that worries you.

After y'all mingled for several minutes Seulgi stepped to the front and said, "Okay now that everyone knows each other partner up and each one of you give backstories for your characters."

you turn to Atticus but when Dahyun claims you as her partner. She seems anxious so you smile and say "Okay" to her.

"So what basic things would you like for me to include?" you ask Dahyun

"I want you to use your best judgment." Dahyun says and you give her a thumbs up and say, "Do you have any idea for a character name?" Dahyun shakes her head before saying just use her name. You nod and when Dahyun asks you the same questions your only response is the name, Montaigne. Dahyun gives you a gummy smile and gives you two thumbs up. you both begin spinning tales about the other as you write. you find yourself connecting with Dahyun more and more as you start looking at her and noticing her little ticks like how she puts her hair in front of her face when she's embarrassed or when she drops something the repeats "Oh mo mo Oh mo mo." It helps you write a more authentic Dahyun (the character)

After you two finish up Seulgi notices and says "OH Dahyun and..." She gestures to you and you give her your name. "Mordenkainen?" Seulgi asks for clarification.

"Mordekai." you clarify Seulgi nods focused and asks for you two to give your partners' backstory. You nod. seeing Dahyun's anxiety you go first.

You stand up in front of the party and muster all the confidence you can," Gather around as I tell you the tale Of Dahyun the Blood Hunter..." You hesitate and turn to Atticus. "Hey, What's the name of the World Again?"

"Daebak" Atticus answers

"Cool." You say to Atticus

"Not Cool, it Daebak" Atticus teases

"I freaking hate you." You reply

"Coming to Paradise from her small religious home of Songnam the changeling knew little of the big city but her hopes for reaching the big time brought the young changeling girl to join a traveling dance group where her comedic skills and quick wit brought her quicker fame, but what captivated people was her even larger heart. despite being a relentless flirt and tease no one could ever stay mad at her. She brought smiles and laughs everywhere she went regardless of her previous disposition there. this kindness was so profound in fact that all who interacted with her had to be careful not to fall under her charms lest be driven to be one of her many admirers, but there is more to the small Changeling. She is feisty and a passionately hard worker who hones her skills and her beliefs on every test she receives and usually passes with flying colors, but why does she do this? What is Dahyun's true motivation? Dahyun's motivations are simple. she wishes to leave the world better than she left it, and do her family and her community proud in her adorable and sometimes clumsy way." You say. Dahyun smiles before clapping. Everyone besides Dahyun, Jeewon, Timothy, Seulgi, and Atticus Looks at you a bit confused. You shrug and hand your notes to Dahyun who says to you "Thank you. I love it." you smile mission accomplished. She stands up courageously and says

"The Hero of Sunrise, The King of Beasts, The Sword of Ruin, the Shield of Restoration, The master of Arms, The Gentle Fist, The War God's Instrument, and The Wiziend One are all titles garnered by The warrior Known as Montu. (You blink thrice at her name, but you smile regardless) Forced into the fight at an early age against all kinds of monsters and Mayhem. Montu grew up quickly adapting and finding his style along the way, but he never lost that spark of wonder that drove him to be larger than life. However in those soft eyes and that Joyous personality hides a sadness and a darkness that desires the destruction of all around him who would disturb his "Endless party".He fights, loves, laughs, and Lives for thrills, but is kind and considerate. He surrounds himself with joy and life. He desires the people around him to feel loved and valued, but beware because he will face any odds and destroy any obstacle to win. Proof of this is when he killed 1,000 men in a battle to secure his home from an invading force. He is a man of Duality. A man of Great Honor and equally Great Ruthlessness. He is confusing but what I can say about him is that he is a Legend in the making that lives up to all of his titles." Dahyun says then you assume she repeats the same thing in Korean. Everyone looks at you surprised to hear Dahyun's backstory for you. You thought you were going to be a normal pit fighter but her words inspired you to be more, but that's just who Dahyun was anyway. you got up and hugged her there were woos and hollers but you didn't care you just carried out the hug and smiled at Dahyun before saying thank you to her. The smile you garnered was the softest yet brightest one yet. You sat down as an energetic Nayeon and Charlie got up

Atticus translated the much less intensive Backstories for you, "Nayeon was a farm girl who rose to prominence performing with Sana and Dahyun, Chrom (Charlie) was a Privateer of the Paradisan Crown. Seulgi was a sorcerous whose power awoke after Her parents informed her of an arranged marriage. So on an Impulse, she and her Tutor Irene left the Kingdom of Paradise and worked adventurer jobs to bide their time. The arranged marriage in question was a Plasmid prince named (Timothy) Thordak who was more interested in Courting the powerful Goliath Herd leader named Handong. Handong was currently visiting Paradise to negotiate Peace talks between her nomadic herd and the crown, but also to meet her Friend The Harekin Warlock Sana, who worked with Dahyun and Nayeon. Her pact with The Powerful Archefey led to several chaotic encounters including A wizard student Named Alan (Alan) who was currently working a magic shop with an Orc Artificer named Demyx (David), and a Twin soul Echo Knight and Captain of the Kingdom Guard named Kaido (Kento)." all that was left was Atticus and Jeewon's backstory.

Jeewon stood up nervously and began her account of Achilles’s (Atticus) backstory it wasn't in English but you were able to manage a few pieces like exiled child warrior, on the run, and very powerful. after that Atticus did Jeewon’s and you kinda spaced out as your brain just couldn't take any more information. After that, Alan stood up and said “Now for the test of strength.” we followed him to the garage where several weight stations were set up.

“The rules are simple we are maxing out on lifts today.” Atticus translated for you. You nod but when Alan turns to you and Atticus he says in clear English

“Not you two. You two will “spot” us. You're both set at 18.” Atticus and you looked at each other sad but understanding why. So over the next hour Atticus and you worked to help the others with their test of strength. No surprise that the top ones were Nayeon and Handong for the girls and Kaido and Chrom for the guys. The next test was one you could participate in and was led by Dahyun. it was the test of Wisdom. The test was simple we have a product we know is less than Ideal on release but need to sell it to gain the capital to sell more how do we sell more products? Most of the responses you heard were good. some on the more shady side but still good nonetheless, but a lot of them failed in a very simple manner from your perspective. None of them mentioned lowering the price. So when it was your turn you gave that as your major first answer and then was honest about everything after that, which led to silence in the group until Dahyun wheezed and said, "FINALLY someone said lowering the price." you blinked three times before Dahyun smiles at you and says "Good answer." you nod confused but accepted the compliment.

The rest of the tests follow this structure and you place well in most so when you get your Ability score distribution you are pleasantly surprised to have all positive scores, but as you looked over everyone else also had higher scores so you don't get too stressed about it. after finishing up basic character design and the like All that's left is to start the game.

session 0

You woke up to another day in Paradise. It was a cool Spring morning which led you to eat on the patio of the inn you were staying in. You ordered a simple breakfast that consisted of egg, pork, spinach, tomatoes, rice, and a couple of pastries you didn't recognize. While you are a very tall and very attractive Goliath woman approached you.

“Hey you are Montu right?” she asks you nod hesitantly until you recognize her

“You Handong you won the tournament yesterday. Congratulations hope the 2,500 gold and magic great sword are to your liking,” you reply. Handing smirks and nods.

“I am surprised that you only wanted third.”

“Well, I have been looking for a bag of holding, and getting third fighting random people seemed like a reasonable way to do so,” you answer. Handing laughs

“You are silly well see you around,” she says. You nod and tell her

“We are all silly in this crazy world, and I wish you well as you navigate it.” Handong chuckled as she walked away from you. After breakfast, you go to the celebration event in the palace where you meet the Queen, King, and Princess of Paradise along with other visiting leaders. You relax at the party by finding a high and dry area (you despise alcohol and its many debilitating effects) while on a balcony one of the performers approaches you. A changeling with jet-black hair and two short blue horns growing from her forehead approaches you timidly.

"Well hello there." you greet the timid changeling without turning around.

the changeling approaches next to you and says, "You are missing quite the party down there."

You shrug and reply, "Well I prefer my celebratory engagements more intimate, and with less show."

the changeling smiles at you and says, "I know a spot that might fit your tastes?"

You turn to the changeling and say, "Oh really tell me more."

The changeling grabs you and states "It's better if I show you.", As the changeling drags you, you ask her name she says "Dahyun," and you smile as you follow her out of the palace where the celebration is occurring.

With that, she whisks you away from the garish and loud party to the base of the hill that borders the capital city's edge. It's a quaint town that is quiet and peaceful. You turn to the changeling and say, "This is more my type of engagement." The changeling smiles as the two of you venture deeper. you find a small tavern where the two of you get Lunch and journey to a book shop where the two of you spend hours reading a book that piques your mutual interest. The changeling loves it when you read to her and nestles in your lap as you read off to her tales of Heroism and Champions of long ago. She falls asleep but is stirred when you begin to stroke her hair.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked groggy as she woke up.

"I didn't wish to wake you sleeping beauty," you say to the changeling whose face blushes a deep azure shade. she smiles at you and your heart begins to race.

"There is one more place I want to show you." you nod and follow her out of the bookshop, but not before purchasing the one you read to her. you store it in your bag of deep pockets and follow her to the cresting hill line where you see the entrance to an inn that houses both Hot Springs and Saunas. Dahyun Checks the two of you in for the night. You get to your room but before you can unwind Dahyun says, "Come on let's try out the couple's springs." You follow her lead into the hot springs and follow her to the dual-gender springs. As she strips before you, you marvel at her shapely ass and dazzling ravenous figure. Dahyun notices and begins to make a show of it. teasing you more and more hoping to get you to make a move, but you remain disciplined, well parts of you do, as you follow her lead she sees your raging erection and smirks at you while licking her lips. eventually, the two of you manage to get to the springs and share another Chaste moment. you sit at the edge and Dahyun nestles in close to your body. As she shuffles to get comfortable you make space for her. when the two of you intertwine in peace Dahyun uncoils herself and you feel all of her tension release.

"This is nice," she says as the two of you watch the sunset from the springs which leads into the night's fireworks show. you nod at peace and are comfortable with her. She kisses your cheek and then turns your face to hers. her breath is soft and heavy. her eyes stare deep into yours. her brown pools stir your manhood to attention once more. she lifts herself to straddle you. you continue to stare at her unable to speak,

"Are you sure?" you ask bashful.

"Why so shy?" Dahyun asks voice hungry with desire but also affection drawing a light groan out of you as your cock grows harder.

"I just never have done this before," you say.

Dahyun smiles and replies, "Let me be your guide." she slides down and takes you inside of her. you moan as the feeling overwhelms you. A moan escapes your lips which eggs Dahyun on. "Let it all out Darling." She says as your hips buck into her. she yelps and moans in response. She moves your hands so one is on her tits and the other massages her ass, but all you can feel is the tightness of her womanhood as she takes more of you in. As she does she draws more of you out.

You stare into her eyes and say “Are you like this to all the champions?”

Dahyun smirks, “no just the reserved ones. The others are usually either not loud enough or too loud for my tastes.” she teases as she grinds on your crotch. You moan again as she gives you the first orgasm of the night. You look up and see stars as you cum in her Dahyun smiles at you. When you finally come down she grins madly at you and says “We’re not done.” and just like that gone is the reserved martial artist. In his place the frenzied and skilled wandering warrior scoops Dahyun. She yelps in joyous surprise as the two of you barely make it to get clothed and back to your room before you're all over each other. The tenderness and shyness of earlier are gone now both Dahyun and Montu are exploring each other’s bodies with earned confidence. In between fights of dominance in the form of fevered kisses Dahyun nibbles on your sensitive ear lobe. You counter by tracing circles around her right nipple. Dayun moans before she climaxes but it doesn't calm either of you down. It only adds more to the wild hunger you have for each other. Which leads to you bending the flexible changeling over and smacking her ass as you ram your cock into her pussy

“Oh gods yes. She screams as you pound into her from behind. You marvel at her fantastic ass as it jiggles as you pound her relentlessly from behind. Your cock is suffocating in her warm and dripping snatch. It's like the rougher you go the wetter and tighter she gets. It makes you grow harder inside as both of you use each other for more pleasure. However, this tempo can't last forever and the both of you cum together.

The both of you can't stop however as Dahyun pushes you into the bed and begins riding you ragged. Her small but perky breasts bounce hypnotically. You reach out and trace circles around her right nipple. This sends her into further ecstasy. It causes her to get tighter and wetter around you. Dahyun her head back and moans vocalizing the pleasure without words. While riding she rings another fervent orgasm out of you while giving herself another. The two of you now finally fall to the bed exhausted. Dahyun spoons you as the both of you drift off to sleep. Your dreams are full of her as hers are full of you.

You wake up to Dahyun facing you. Your body jolts and her eyes flutter open and she smiles brightly at you. She caresses your face. “I know you plan to leave again but can I ask you to stay Darling?” she asks. You nod as she wraps her left leg around and pulls you closer causing your rod to rub against her folds forcing a jolt out of both of you but before anything else can progress Dahyun's bag begins vibrating you point this out to her which makes her sigh as she pulls out a blood red scroll. You notice her face grow pale (well paler her skin was already porcelain adjacent). She unfurled it, read it, and looked up to you with a face of need.

“Darling I know it's a lot to ask, but…” Dahyun began sensing her anxiety you made your move.

Before she could finish you reply, “It's done.”

Dahyun nodded worried and the two of you got cleaned and then got dressed before heading into town. You look back through the pamphlet given to you and notice the couple's hot springs clearly say that the waters have an intense aphrodisiac effect which makes a lot of the haze of last night make more sense. Upon arriving in town you are devastated to see massive burns across the city, but these were not fire burns but electrical ones. You notice Dahyun's shift in affectation and bring her in closer. “No Dragon who rampages will prosper,” you say to alleviate her worries. This works to some degree as some of the color returns to her face. You follow her to the palace where ten vaguely familiar faces (plus the Queen and King) reside.

Nayeon… you think approaches the two of you, “Where were you ?” she says frantically

Dahyun points to you and explains how she was with you at the Kimura hot springs. The rest of the group sizes you up as they vaguely recognize you. You nod curtly and politely.

Handong steps up and says, “So how are we talking this Dragon down?”

Surprise happy New Year/Christmas gift to my readers Enjoy.

#kpop fanfic #male reader #dnd smut #dnd fanfiction #twice fanfic #twice smut #dahyun #dahyun smut

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skeletoninthemelonland · 3 months ago

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Sorry for sending another ask so soon, but-

Don't be shy, spit the frog (italian way to say spill the tea)

I WANNA KNOWWWNWNFNGNG

okay i'm spilling some of the frogs, the tea, I WILL DESEMBUCHAR (word for spilling the truth in portuguese)

springtrap and bell (ballora) do know each other but from a certain distance (he's with the phantoms, and she belongs in the funtime crew). there's never this 'strange feeling' that they've met before because, literally... they never met!

the reason for them to be arguing a lot is due to remnant usage, whose importance is constantly brought up in the universe of BTC. springtrap uses them for his own selfish purposes, while bell is searching for more to help a friend stay active, amongst other reasons that involve the safety and entertainment of backstage residents.

bell is one of the very few bots that has directly confronted springtrap for his actions and usual mean behavior (sometimes on the same level of aggressiveness, other times a single glare is enough). she refuses to stay silent and reality downs on him that the stuff he's saying and doing is harming people.

they are basically the closest thing to human adults in this digitalized city of ghost children, with bell sacrificing a lot more of her time protecting those around her than springtrap (especially before they met)

bell is a chaotic, stubborn altruistic type paired up with self-destructive tendencies as a defense mechanism, considering she is painfully aware of her purpose as a child killing, remnant harvester robot. springtrap contrasts that part of her personality by being aloof, cautious and egocentric, and by pushing others away, acting as if the world revolves around his success in escaping UCN and becoming one with the entity. these contrasting traits often generate conflict, especially later on, when more secrets are revealed.

i like to think they help each other learn from their mistakes with this dumb, tom and jerry beef they have going on, but saying there's any hint of romantic love between them in the beginning feels objectively wrong (considering the amount of times springtrap has said hurtful and otherwise mean things to her).

both are competitive by nature. expect them to be counting how many remnants they caught in a single night.

the more they get to know each other the more they display their true selves, ofc. springtrap has a quieter, observant, genuinely concerned side where he listens instead of talking over people in that loud, cheeky and arrogant tone. bell seems to be a lot more of an anxious and impatient person, thoughts racing at all times and sometimes causing her to shut everyone out. black cat and orange cat behavior, respectively.

they often debate about human nature and the limits of artificial intelligence, and how they, two self-aware small pieces of a larger puzzle stuck in a digital dimension, fit inside these two labels. both are detached from either concepts, meanings losing importance the further they investigate. still, that doesn't stop them from displaying unwavering support whenever one is lost and afraid (works for both).

hand on shoulder, "are you alright?" glances, lending his cape, handmade gifts and favors. springtrap doesn't know how to be comforting, but he makes an effort.

he's more comfortable being secretive and working behind the curtains. events like claw machines suddenly functioning again, entire stages being repaired in a single night, random input of remnants in the electrical system, abandoned areas appearing tidy and organized... (they still wonder who's behind it all...)

when bell first showed up at the workshop for a simple repairs session, he took off her illusion disks and disabled the part of her programming that submitted to William Afton's orders. with that, the entity lost influence over her actions, and as a consequential effect, her eyes glow a bright yellow color, instead of the usual pink/purple hue.

compliments (lots of them), getting excited over the other's achievements, eagerly asking about their favorite topics. bell is that "saw this meme and thought of you" type of person.

scolding. both scold each other all the time. scolding as in "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING" and "oh wow that's the greatest idea you've ever had. i'm surprised we aren't dead because of your absolute GENIUS of a plan (/loudly sarcastic)"

#inbox #PHEW #behind the codes #starbstalks

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darylsfavoritegirl · 9 months ago

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HEYYYY IM HONESTLY SO FUCKING EXCITED WHAT DO YOU THINK ABT THESE HEADCANONS bc i wanted to do smth like for a while i just never could come up with anything but its easy in a sense sooo here you gooou

SFW

• I don't think his mommy issues are necessarily sexual, sometimes you would do something that would invoke that "motherly" "safe" or "warm" feeling inside of him. He would never be able to understand what it was or would tell anyone about it. It'd be one of the reasons why he'd care for you as much as he did. You'd make him feel safe by saying something or embracing your arms around him in a certain way which would make him commemorate his mother, though because his mom died when he was young, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all bc he doesn't consciously remember those moments with her. This man fr would think you'd cast a spell on him :D

• I just know this man is a feminist in the core. Growing up, he'd always hear Merle running his mouth about women and how they were like this and they were like that, overall his ignorant, blunt, dumb thoughts about women. He would witness his dad going off on benders with different women each time and how he'd vulgarly talk about them later. And hell maybe he's disrespected women or been really cruel to them but he still regrets it to this time and yeah we all know this man suffers in redemption, always trying to make up for his past mistakes and wrongs. Yet I'm %100 sure he loves seeing women thrive, turning into their best selves or just witness them be real badass and it might even give him some kind of arousal 👀👀. He is into that shit. I said what I said.

• One of his love languages is definitely showing you the places he'd used to spend his time in. Could be a special spot in the woods, could be a small cabin he'd used to get lit with people. Hell it could be random corner in town whenever you'd have to be in downtown for various reasons. He wouldn't even mind if those places brought him bad memories or unpleasant ones. He'd just like being there with you, doing whole ass story times and watch you react them with a wide-eyed expression. He did have a weird and a "crazy" life before the fall that'd make him feel like he was on mushrooms everytime just thinking about it. He'd love letting you know more and more about his past. It would just give him a reassuring feeling deep down. He would feel like it would bound you two together.

• That.man.has.a.sweet.tooth. He loves anything that has sugar. He'd always snack on candies or cookies or chocolates after a hangover. Or when he'd be on drugs. Sugar wakes him the fuck up and he loves the energy boost. He'd carry some candies in his pocket back in the day, eating them throughout the day when he'd feel his blood sugar dropping.

• He is definitely a car-date type of guy. He got more into it after the apocalpyse started and he met you. Sometimes you'd go on runs and you could sit in the car for hours, smoking, eating, talking or yk👀👀 if supplies you found weren't an emergency need. He absolutely savored those moments. You could sit for hours without speaking, in a complete silence. He appreciates quietude.

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• I know him having a breeding kink is well known and acknowledged but he's insane about it that it hurts. He loves seeing you all squirmed and whiny underneath him with all his cum inside of you, some of it dripping down your thighs. You couldn't always find the right pills for unplanned pregnancy risk and it WOULD drive him crazy to not be able to it.

• He just loves to see you messy beneath him. Hair all tangled, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Your fingers digging so deep on his shoulders that you'd cause his broad shoulders to bleed sometimes, he loved it. Your eyes are all glossy with pleasure. You both would love to go wild and leave sloppy kisses on eachother's bodies and wouldn't mind them drying on your bodies at all, leaving it all sticky.

• He loves being submissive as much as he loves being dominant. You can't convince me otherwise. If you gained his trust, he will be all yours, all needy beneath you while you ride his soul out of his damn body. Again, he adores a badass woman, a woman to take the lead. You would place your hands on his chest and sometimes hold his strong large biceps and he wouldn't dare to move an inch. He liked being vulnerable like that.

• He is just so patient it physically throws you over the edge. He'd get so close making you cum and he'd stop, teasing you with his tip or fingers or sometimes his tongue. He'd smirk at you and even make fun of you in a taunting way to overstimulate you and don't worry he'd make up for it with better ways. He knows what he is doing. It's just come natural to him.

• It's safe to say you are the one who teases him in the public most of the time, your feet tracing his legs up until it stops on his bulge under the table and he'd give a stern stare, trying to shrug and look indifferent as others would notice his suddenly-changing demenour. However, there'd be boring Alexandria dinners that Deanna would host and if you sat next to eachother, he'd place his large hand on your thigh and even dare to slip a finger on the fabric of your panties, starting to rub his middle finger harshly in circles while having full ass conversations with people and try to hide his subtle smirk bearing his face. He would do it rarely yet he'd be so good at it because no one would suspect a thing, he'd always make it look like he was resting his arm on your lap. You'd squirm under his warm touch and heat waves would wash all over you while trying to look normal as ever. And believe me, after those nights, when you'd confront about him about what he did at a dinner with 20 people, he'd act as if he doesn't understand a thing you're saying or would say "Don' kno' what yer talkin' 'bout." while shrugging his shoulders and turning to his side with a wicked grin.

FOOTNOTE

well this actually took shorter than i thought idk why i believed it would take me couple of days to finish one lmao i deadass wrote this in like an hour max ???? anyway i wish there were more but idc i was so impatient to post one of theseeee :)))

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tototalks · 4 months ago

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Three quarters through King’s Rising! 🛡️🗡️

This will probably be my second to last post covering the main story, and honestly what am I actually going to do with myself after the end of this trilogy? 🫠

- Laurent and Jokaste finally meeting each other girlboss to girlboss. Blonde bitch to blond bitch. I’m living for it. Feels like watching a game of chess.

- THE BABY!!! 😨 Hard to know if she’s telling the truth on this one. But I like that either way Laurent may be a schemer and plotter, but he will not put a child in harm’s way. (Personal headcanon that after he becomes king, he outlaws underaged pets and calls it ‘Nicaise’s Law’)

- “I’m just here.” - Damen has been through so much in such a short space of time. It makes sense he just feels numb as is burned out. He’s been endlessly supportive and needs that support reciprocated too.

- The entire conversation between Damen and Laurent finally being their true identities and selves. So so vulnerable and bare. Finally all out in the open with no more secrets. Being scared and doing it anyway. I adored this. ♥️

- I also love that they’re sexually passionate for each other. Laurent especially is finally getting to take charge of his own sexuality with someone he loves and trusts. Truly stellar writing throughout that whole scene. My heart aches in a good way this time. They can finally just be in love.🙂

- I can really get behind the idea of Auguste and Damen getting along really well had circumstances been different. I feel so robbed of the fact they never got to be brothers-in-law.

- Veretians will never not confuse me with their “your ankles are showing” fully laced and buttoned modesty contrasted to the whole “oh yeah the council view the consummation of marriage.” thing - poor Pallas lol.

- Watching Laurent and Damen banter and tease and smile and laugh is literally everything I wanted for them.

- Someone should tell Kyrina snitches get stitches.

- Jokaste: “he’s a snake.”

Damen (heart eyes): I know 🥰

- Damen seeing Laurent in Akielon clothing and fully Looney Tunes dropping a pitcher of water. Iconic. That’s your man, hun, take it in. You earned it!

- LAURENT DID NOT JUST PRETEND TO BE JOKASTE 😂😂😂😂😂

- Imagine being Nikandros and trying to give your friend some advice to take his best rider on their next Metal Gear Solid mission only for said friend’s feral albino cat who hates you to butt in and declare himself just that person. Wild. Someone help Nik.

- I love that every time something goes down everyone is like “well Kastor is dumb af so this must be Jokaste’s doing.” As 👏 she 👏 should 👏

- “Is this how you do things in Vere?” “What? Effectively?” Lol okay Elle Woods

- The Akielons and Veretians bonding around the fire. There is hope for peace.🥺

- LAZAR AND PALLAS??!! I AM IN FULL SUPPORT!! (I did this with Jord and Aimeric too, so please turn out better than that, I beg.)

- As someone in an intercultural and interracial relationship, I love that Laurent and Damen can rib each other about the differences in their customs and laugh about it while also showing each other the best of it. Accurate and sweet ♥️

- And off we go through Akeilos!! I am so excited for the final chapters! 🥰

#captive prince #king’s rising #books #Toto reads

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auspicioustidings · 14 days ago

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Soap, Gaz, you two better be advocating for keeeeping reader!! I eat your writing like the gods eats ambrosia. But one thing I love about The Kennel, and some of your other Kinktober posts, is that they are quite fitting for the horror genre if you choose to look at them as horror.

Like, The Kennel could be a true horror story if you were down on your luck in your career, trusted a higher up that there was an opportunity to improve things, and then that higher up handed over to literal war criminals to relieve their stress sexually for 30 days. And the psychological conflict of being roughened up and slightly scared of the soldiers, but also succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome when they give you the smallest bit of affection or care (because that smallest bit is literally all their traumatized selves can fork over right now). AND THEN the possibility that they ganged together and are conspiring to keep you beyond the 30 days, whether you are willing are not. I don’t know, I just feel like you would write a astounding psychological horror.

Have you ever considered authoring fictional novels?

I have a horror masterlist and I'd say the closest I've gotten to psychological horror is either Eyes of God or No Second Location! It's one of those genres I really love and want to learn to write well, and there is def an element to the Kennel that leans into both the horror of what war does to people and the horror of realising you might be one of the monsters war has made. Like I think I have alluded to it here and there but the reader character is special forces and had done some awful shit as part of her job.

In terms of original fiction, I'm toying with writing a dumb omegaverse novel. If I ever finished it, it would very much be a kindle unlimited type thing. I don't think I could ever write anything technically "good", I did an English lit degree and nothing kills your desire to ever read or write anything original with in depth themes and symbolism more than doing an English lit degree 🙃

#mhairianswers

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excalibur-gone-missing · 7 months ago

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Paring: wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: lovers to exes

warning(s): angst

summary: wonwoo realizing that good things dont last unless one takes care of them.

words:750

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Wonwoo had realized you were the love of his life from the prime age of fifteen. You obviously were not aware of this revelation of his, but you did not need to, he was fine with keeping it secret from you till he was comfortable with sharing it.

He had met you when you were six and though a series of unfortunate events, wherein you shoved his face in dog shit and he pushed you into the lake without knowing you could not swim, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable.

The first crack in your ever so strong friendship came with Wonwoo realizing his feelings for you, he stopped talking to you trying his level best to make sure it goes away. It resulted in you breaking into his house to inquire his sudden disappearance from your life and decreasing his life span in the process.

He had his first serious conversation with you about your relationship then. After spending the whole night talking, you both realized you were equally in love with each other and felt the innate teenage need to get into a relationship.

That was the second crack. Now that he thinks back to that day, he realizes the foolhardy risk you both took. It just resulted in a lost friend and a broken relationship.

That was five years ago, both of you were young and dumb, and did not know how to actually work out a relationship. Now at the age of twenty, both still young and dumb, but wiser than your fifteen-year-old selves stand in the living room of his college dorm teary eyed and exhausted from the conversation you just had.

"Maybe it's time we take a break you know experience the world, because I don't really have the energy to do a long distance anymore Wonwoo, not when it's just me putting the effort." You spoke.

That was the topic of the argument, 'his extreme ignorance to your presence', as you had stated, taking utmost care to point out all the time when he went wrong and how you are the only one putting enough effort.

In return he had used up his energy to point out valid reasons as to why he was not able to be available for you in his schedule. His head is throbbing, and he would very much like to have a glass of water but alas the predicament he is in refrains him from doing so.

"let's break up then, what are we waiting for", he says.

All he gets is a scoff from you as a reply. You turn around while running a hand through your hair, you mumble something that sounds similar to 'prick' and walk out of his dorm slamming the door shut.

Maybe if he would have tried to understand where he went wrong instead of making excuses, maybe if you would have tried to understand his predicament or maybe if you both would have sat down for a discussion, you could have salvaged the broken relationship of yours.

But that was not the case here, you both were too deep in your emotions to even try and feel the others, the years in uni had made you both incapable of accepting the changes you both went through. It has made you both hardheaded souls who refused to accept their own shortcomings and blame the world for everything when they could easily fix the problem with accepting their faults instead of defending them.

You were Wonwoo’s first love, and he knows he was yours, but maybe good things do not last long or maybe to make them last one must put in effort, which you both just refused to do. He knows before anything else you both were friends; he does not know if you will be anymore, but he sure does hope that the friendship stays.

Maybe he is a prick he thinks, but you are no less, he knows both of you are equally at fault here, but he will take the easy route this time too, he will blame you because it takes too much courage to blame one’s own self.

He just hopes when the storm dies down you come back to him maybe not as a lover but as a friend because you are too precious for him to lose, and he hopes you think the same as him. Because at the end of the day, you are best of friends.

#wonwoo #wonwoo fic #svt fanfiction #svt angst #svt drabbles #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #excalibur fics #seventeen x you #svt #seventeen #wonwoo angst #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x y/n #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x oc

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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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