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lawrites · 5 months

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Sweet Thing (NSFW)

Gotham Victor Zsasz x Plus Size! Female Chef Reader

(Honestly is this kinda pwp that resulted from the once scene where Zsasz doesn't get a cupcake, making me feel sad and want to give him one?? Yeah...yeah maybe. Also @finniestoncrane and @riddle-me-ri have made me obsessed with Gotham rogues again so...thanks for that and for inspiring me to write again. 💙💙)

Warnings: some weight insecurities on the readers part (listen I have them so I'm writing them, shush), descriptions of reader's body, Zsasz probably being ooc, smut!!!!

It was...strange...in a way, this relationship you may or may not have with Victor Zsasz. You both work for Oswald Cobblepot, you as his private chef/patisserie and him as...well...one of the most dangerous killers in Gotham. It started when he scared you half to death the first time he snuck into your kitchen in the Cobblepot residence.

You were carefully simmering something on the stove, stirring and scraping the edges to make sure nothing burned, and you turned around to grab some salt only to see a man all in black staring at you from across the kitchen island, obviously well-armed.

You screamed and dropped the salt, of course. It's Gotham and you work for THE Penguin. You assumed the worst. But he just raised one eyebrow and smirked at you, his expression surprisingly...goofy for someone with at least 4 guns on him in plain sight. "Oh, no need to worry. I'm Victor Zsasz, we share the same boss."

You remember nodding, being immediately comforted as you did recognize the name. "Oh! Oh, I apologize for the reaction, Mr. Zsasz." You did your best to smile back shakily, which only made him grin wider. But then he looked behind you and raised his eyebrows, which reminded you where you were and what you were doing. You let out a slightly undignified squeak as you turned back to your reduction in worry, trying to see if anything had burned when you stopped stirring.

Relief flooded you when it was still perfect, and you called over your shoulder, "So what brings you to my Kitchen, Mr. Zsasz?" Waiting a few beats, you were met with silence, so you snuck a glance behind you only to see that he had left just as quietly as he came.

And that was the first time you encountered one of Gotham's finest killers.

Since then, you interacted with him at least once a week, if not every day, in almost the exact same fashion. He would quietly show up, (possibly trying to scare you again), stay for a bit to watch you cook, and then leave just as quietly. You started talking with him to pass the time, being met with vague, cryptic responses laced with occasional names for you. "Sweetheart" seemed to be his go-to, but he also loved "Honey." It was a bit awkward in the beginning...

"So Mr. Zsasz..."

"Sweetheart, call me Victor."

"Oh! Ok...Victor...any hobbies??"

"...crochet, actually."

...but you got into a rhythm eventually. Sometimes you would ask him for a prepped ingredient, a spice, or a measuring spoon if your hands were full.

You have convinced yourself that he must be trying to scare you again, because he loves quietly sliding up behind you and brushing up against your arms as he hands it to you with a softly whispered, "Whatever you say, Chef."

It DID make you let out another squeak the first time, which was met with a deep chuckle from him, but after that it started to create a different reaction. Your cheeks would flame as you would take the item you asked for--the cute names, his slight most likely accidental touches...all of them affecting you.

You do your best to tamper it down each time, not allowing yourself to even start down the path of hope. Being obviously bigger than what lots of men find attractive due to society's standards means that you have either met mainly men who were desperate or mean. It's not your fault, you sometimes really dig your body, you just can't seem to find anyone else who does.

You have no idea why he visits, but his conversations make your day better, so you don't want him to stop. And he doesn't seem to be showing up to frighten or taunt you anymore...you just don't want to let yourself believe that he would be into you. A tiny voice that you think is your conscience pipes up and says he also kills people for fun and profit, but you just remind it that you're in Gotham and honestly you could do worse.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts a bit, you glance down at the oven. It's later in the day for you, after dinner has been done, and you are prepping desserts for tomorrow. Oswald has requested cupcakes, for some reason, so you are watching them to make sure they don't burn. Easy as they are to make, it wouldn't do to have the Penguin himself angry at you for any reason.

Taking out the tray, you check to make sure they are fully cooked before letting them cool and prepping the frosting. Humming along to the radio and swaying a bit, your thoughts drift back to Victor. He usually would have stopped by before this time, which means you probably won't be seeing him today. It does make your heart fall a bit, but you remind yourself that it shouldn't because he is just a...friend? Coworker? "Possible cryptid??" Your tiny conscious supplies.

You giggle to yourself as you imagine Victor creeping around the woods with Mothman. Shaking your head, you finish placing the frosting in your piping bag only to turn around and feel it slip from your fingers as the form of Victor appears closer than you would have expected. He catches the bag and grins at you, his usual serious countenance turning into something softer as he says "Woah, Chef, wouldn't want your hard work to go to waste."

You place a hand on your forehead, catching your breath a bit as your heart slows down, "Yeah, it's almost like someone showed up out of nowhere and scared me." You grin back at him "But I know that's nowhere near what you meant to do, right?"

His eyes shine with mischief, "Oh, of course not Honey. You're so sweet it forces me to be on my best behavior around you."

He hands you back your frosting with an exaggerated bow and cheesy grin. You roll your eyes but can't disguise your blush as you take it from him, "Victor, you know you don't have to flatter me if you want a cupcake."

He stands up straight, his eyes showing shock. "Me? Get a cupcake?"

Confused by his excitement, you respond with a question in your voice, "Of course??"

He seems almost shy, a word you would never have used to describe him before, and rubs the back of his head. "Oh...it's just...you've never offered before..."

You think back through the past few months, each and every encounter...and then you slap yourself on the forehead, "Oh Victor, I've been holding out on you haven't I? I'm sorry, I should have given you something even the first time you stopped by. I've been remiss in my duties as a Chef."

His shocked face turns softer, but some other emotion that you can't place is also present. "While I can't disagree, as I was definitely hoping something was on offer that day, I can't blame you. I remember thinking what you have was too sweet for a killer like me."

Walking up to your cooled cupcakes on the kitchen island, you scoff at him even though you are secretly preening at his words. As you start to carefully create a swirl of frosting, you respond, "Victor, I'm not THAT sweet." You turn for just a second to wink at him, returning to your previous task to avoid seeing his reaction. "And I'm not sure why you kept coming down here when I wasn't even feeding you! That's usually the only way I make my friends, killers or not."

As you finish the swirl with a flick of your wrist, you see him walk into your field of view across the counter. Feeling proud of how perfect it is, you add the final touch, a perfectly prepped red rose made of icing, and align it just so. And then...after all that work...you gladly pick it up and gently offer it to Victor.

There is a hunger in his eyes, and you wonder how you had managed to not die for the past few months if a cupcake could do this to him. He should have rightly torn you to pieces to get to the apple cider macarons you made last week.

He plucks the cupcake from your hands and examines it, turning it to and fro. "Very nice, Chef, as always." He grins and unwraps the dessert, barely hesitating before taking a big bite out of it. His eyes widen and then close in what you assume is enjoyment. Your suspicions are confirmed only a second later when he actually moans at the taste, swallowing heavily and letting out a soft, "Fuck." Your traitorous eyes trace down the length of his neck almost involuntarily.

Trying to disguise your heavier blush that is most likely down to your chest at this point, you quickly look down to the rest of the cupcakes and focus on decorating them instead of the images racing through your mind. Your pride at your work won't let you keep quiet though, so you have to comment on his reaction. "I don't know if I've had a better reaction to my food before. I'll have to remember to make even better stuff for you later."

You don't see his reaction, but you see him set the rest of the cupcake on the counter after a beat of silence and begin to move slowly towards you out of the corner of your eye. "You would make me, of all people, better stuff?" He takes another step, "Not just discards from the boss's requests?"

You smile, but continue to look down at your icing work. "Your wish is my command! I love making desserts for my..."

Just a moment of hesitation, an instance. You implied that Victor was your friend earlier, but would that be appropriate by his standards? Is he even your friend? And you know that even that would be a lie, coming from you. But as your thoughts race, you feel a firm hand lift up your hand and take the icing bag away, setting it gently on the counter. Then Victor grips into your soft arms and physically turns you towards him, all while you stay silent in shock.

He is staring at you again, but this time with a more guarded expression. "For...who? What am I to you?"

You are stunned and stumble over your words, not expecting his question, "I-I don't know, Victor, I like to think t-that you are at least my f-friend at this point, but I totally understand if you don't think we are there yet. I mean...I do enjoy your company..."

You feel his hands grip a bit harder at your arms, effectively cutting you off, "...And is that all you want from me, Sweetness? Are you sure?"

Your mind is screaming at you, and your heart as well. Both at war with each other. He can't like you that way, but maybe he's noticed your reactions. Why wouldn't he? He's trained to kill, he probably notices everything about you.

He's just trying to put a stop to this before it gets further, your mind screams.

"I-I..." you find yourself unable to form words, a panic rising inside you. You don't want to lose some of the only company you have during your shifts...some of your only company in general, in Gotham. It is near impossible to determine if anyone is trustworthy when working for the Penguin. You usually find yourself walking directly home from work, and having civil conversations with neighbors at most.

It is even more difficult to keep that panic at being alone again from continuing when his dark eyes keep constant contact with yours, never wavering. You can see now how people are terrified of him. All of that focus that he usually uses against his enemies, his...targets...all aimed at you. It makes your mind fuzzy, cloudy. You struggle to think of any words, let alone the ones you need.

But, you decide it would be easier to speak if you weren't looking at him. So you allow yourself to look at your shoes instead. He will be able to tell if you lie, with or without eye contact. There are better liars than you in Gotham that he has matched and ended.

Alternatively...leaving isn't wise, either. It would lead to the same outcome as lying. With a quick breath to steady yourself, you know your only course is to admit whatever you feel.

"I...I don't think I can lie to you, whether or not the both of us want me to. I have thought of...more...with you. But if that makes you uncomfortable, I entirely understand. I know I'm not what most..."

He again cuts off your rapid-fire words by putting a singular finger under your chin to raise your face until it is looking at him. His eyes are searching yours as your heart pounds in your chest with anguish over your confession, and you wait. Seeming to find what he was looking for, you hear him mutter "Fuck, finally," and then he slams his lips into yours.

Shocked, you don't react for a few beats...but then you start to move your lips against his. His hands have moved from your chin and arm, both going to your wide hips. He groans as they sink into the soft flesh you have there, pulling you closer until you are flush with his front. The feel of your soft belly connecting with his slight frame makes you pause and short-circuit, your lips hesitating. He notices and breaks from the kiss.

"I-I...Victor..." his hands release you, a more worried expression taking over his face.

"Sweetheart, is it too much?" He takes a gloved hand and gently sweeps your hair behind your ear, then cups your face to make sure you keep looking at him...gently, though. His hands are more gentle than you expected.

Damn him and his need for eye contact right now. And damn his gentle hands while you're at it. "No, that was wonderful, truly. I loved it." You do your best to show him honesty. "I-I just...oh God...I don't know how to phrase this."

His eyes don't leave yours, and one of his thumbs starts to sweep against your soft cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you muster up some strength of will. Either way this will be over soon. "I just...I'm big."

He nods as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, "Yeah, Honey, I know." One hand stops cupping your face and moves down to lightly trace your hip.

Sighing at his inability to see, you continue, "So-so...most people don't like that I'm bigger, or that I have a belly, and I'm just nervous that..."

"That I'm most people?" Victor stops gently cupping your face and instead forcefully uses his hand to bring you closer, "Sweetness, I'm Gotham's finest killer, I'm not most people."

And then he slams his lips into yours again, and you find that you don't care to think anymore. His hand drifts from your chin to your throat, gently gripping there for now as he starts to walk you back until your ass is pressed right against the island. He tears his lips from yours, both of you catching your breath, and his other hand moves from your hip to your ass.

His hand traces the excess flesh that spills over the counter and he groans, squeezing it and leaning forward to whisper in your ear, "I've been thinking about getting to dig my hands into this perfect ass ever since I saw you in the kitchen that first day." His thumb on your throat starts to stroke up and down, feeling you swallow and moan at his words.

His grin is back, "That's right, sweetness, let me hear you." His hand moves away from your throat so he can start to trace down your neck with his teeth, but in between bites he continues to talk. "Been wanting to hear the noises you might make for me since then too." He pulls back to give you a dangerous smile, "Do you really think I kept sneaking up on you to scare you?"

Your voice is a bit strained, but sure, as you reply plainly, "Yes." But then a smirk stretches over your lips and your eyes light up with mirth at your tease.

His dangerous smile softens just slightly, and he chuckles, "You DO know me well, then." He hides his face in your neck once more, his hands gripping your ass harder as he presses himself into your front. You feel how hard he is against you just as he bites down on the juncture at your shoulder, and it makes you let out an involuntary whimper, your smirk disappearing.

"Just like I've heard in my fucking dreams for the past few months." He pants against your skin, grinding against your center and licking at the bite he just made. Surprisingly, instead of continuing his trail like you expected, he stops, sniffing at the part he just attended to, and almost lets out a choked sound.

"So fucking sweet." He pulls back, and you see some of the desperation in his eyes. "Your scent, your fucking baking." His eyes close, "Sweetness seems to follow you around, seeping into everything you touch."

He turns you around gently and places your back to his front, settling his chin on your shoulder and speaking softly. "You know, I was planning on just sneaking down that first day, annoying the boss's baker like all the others that came before." He nuzzles his nose against your skin, "...stealing something that wasn't mine."

His hands begin to wander, the first one moves lightly across your collarbone, making you shiver, while the other weaves across your front, hugging you to him and digging into your soft side. The hand that traced your collarbone slowly starts to trail down, arriving at your breasts. His touch stays light. "Maybe I would find some of that excess that others are loath to give me." He breathes in sharply along with you as he squeezes your breast, almost unable to keep himself from doing so. "I can't even fit all you have to give me in my hand, pretty Chef."

Shaking his head, resolving himself, he continues his previous train of thought. "Imagine my surprise when I encountered what I already told you was the perfect ass, still able to be seen through these awful chef clothes you wear." A hint of disdain makes its way into his voice as he pinches your loose work shirt.

Releasing the fabric and smoothing it over, his hand joins the other around your front, almost sweetly hugging you to him with a light grip. He breathes in as he forces himself to slow down so he can speak. "The way you spoke...so unsure, but still trying to be polite even to me."

He pushes himself against you again, as if to remind yourself where you are even with his shockingly sweet words. "And your sweet voice calling me Mr. Zsasz..." His hands dig into your plush stomach, pushing you back but also making you wince again.

He doesn't allow your doubts to get to you, his blunt words stopping them in their tracks, "I had to run out of the room to fuck my own hand as it echoed in my mind."

A bolt of heat goes straight to your core and you moan, grinding your ass against him. A hitch in his breath, and then he whispers into your neck "Yes, I knew you had it in you, good girl. So desperate, hmm?"

You nod, holding back a whine at his praise and trying not to get too heated at work. At work! Suddenly you remember where you are. Slowing yourself down, you reach for his hands and gently pry at them. To his credit, they loosen instantly. Turning around to look at him again, you catch his own blush, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark...but also saddened by the loss of you against him.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry if I went too far. You don't owe me anything..." His voice is breathy as he now desperately spits out words, "...not cupcakes or yourself or..."

You now hold up a finger to his lips, shushing him. His eyes widen, darken even more, and then look almost dangerous again. Filing his reaction away for later, you saunter over to where he left his cupcake from before, making sure to sway your hips for him. "I know I don't owe you."

You turn around with the cupcake held right in the palm of your hand. "I would be happy to give you whatever you want." He seems almost dazed as he approaches you, leaning down to your hand. With a nod from you, he leans forward and licks through the icing, holding eye contact the whole time.

Your heartbeat stutters and you almost forget where you were again. Damn him and his tongue now, too. Taking a shuddering breath, you finish your thought. "But we are both at work, unfortunately." His eyes fall and he pouts. It's almost adorable to see the serious, dangerous man so...cute??

"Luckily for you..." His eyes perk up instantly. You roll your eyes and your free hand points to the ground. "Down, boy."

He licks his lips in response.

"L-luckily for you, I was just thinking about leaving the rest of the icing for tomorrow." He relaxes his pose and plucks the cupcake from your hand, happily moving to sit at a chair and gesturing for you to do your cleanup.

You begin, only to stop when you hear his voice again. "Sweetness...how long would it take you to make another batch of icing?" Connecting what he means when you notice his eyes staring at the current bag of icing resting on the counter, you pick up the pace even more.

He giggles, actually giggles, at your haste before he bites into the cupcake. "You know I have an appetite for sweet things."

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Idk if this was great or not lol. No beta, no proof readers, barely any hint of a story line, just vibes. Also this is very "he would not say that" but let me live within my delusions. Victor Zsasz could like a sweet, plus size girl in MY French vanilla fantasy.

#lawrites #plus size reader #gotham zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x plus size reader #x reader #gotham x reader #victor zsasz #gotham

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ticklygiggles · 3 months

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An Acting Queen Consort and a Captain | Sariphi & Lanteveldt

Commission for @wertzunge

A/N: Thank you for your patience as always, kind Max! I hope you enjoy this little fic with our favorite Acting Consort and hyenafolk! I'm still quite new to this fandom, so I apologize in advance if they are a bit ooc *sobs* I hope you enjoy it, though. Thank you Max!

Summary: Sari is tired after losing one night of sleep, but why is her guard putting an attitude in if he's the reason why she hasn't slept?! An apology is needed.

Sariphi gave a long sigh as she collapsed into the seat of the carriage. Her feet hurt and she felt like her arms and legs were as heavy as blocks of steel. It had been a very busy and eventful couple of days in Maasya. Sari was happy to have fulfilled another trial as Acting Queen Consort, but mentally and physically she felt exhausted. Who would have thought that her simple human eyes would ever be so helpful - she had just saved Lante's life. The new Captain had been a handful since the very first moment they met, but Sariphi was thankful for having him. She perfectly knew he meant no warm to her nor the Kingdom of Ozmargo, (included, most importantly, His Majesty), but she was glad they now know this on Maasya as well.

Still… he could've been a bit nicer before, hmm?

Sari sighed again, closing her eyes and slightly tilting her head to the side tiredly.

“Sari…,” Clops said in a troubled voice as it gently jumped into Sari's lap, Cy mumbling a worried ‘ri’, also jumping on her lap.

Sari smiled warmly, gently rubbing their heads. “I am alright, Clops-chan, Cy-chan. Don't worry about me.”

“Tch, honestly, why did you even have to stay up just to help me out? I could've solved the problem without your help,” Lante said stubbornly, lying on the seat opposite to Sari.

“Oi! How can you talk to Sari like that after all she did for you!”

“For you!”

Lante’s voice sounded sharp and aggressive, completely annoyed by the whole situation, but Sariphi knew better, oh she did. It wasn't his fault for being as distrustful as he was; Sari was no expert, but she had studied profusely and knew perfectly well that being a hyenafolk wasn't easy even if they had good intentions - Lante's ancestors had decided to blacken the name of all future generations by their acts in the past. It was sad he had to suffer the ugly looks and mean words and she thought, perhaps, they were on the same page, after all, she was still under those ugly looks.

Well, that didn't really matter anymore. Lante had sworn on his life to protect Sariphi and she trusted him, but still… wasn't he being a bit too much talking like that? Sariphi didn't help him because she wanted to manipulate him, regardless, she thought he could act a bit nicer to her. Wasn't he the one that put her life in danger? She was sure he was going to save her but… still!

“Hmph! I didn't ask Sari to help me, did I?” He asked, although he wasn't even looking at Sari.

“You! How can you say that?!”

“That!”

“Now everyone, please calm down. Cy-chan, Clops-chan, thank you for worrying about me, but please don't get too mad, okay?” She smiled sweetly at them, but her smile slowly faded as she looked at the Captain. “Lante.”

He immediately sat up, ears and tail perked up and eyes slightly wide as he stared at Sari. Sariphi was not one to be angered easily, she actually didn't like being mad at someone for too long and this was the case with Lante - first of all, she had never been mad at him, if she had to name her initial feeling towards Lante, it would've been ‘uncertainty’ and ‘expectation’, perhaps also a bit of fear but not too much. So right now, she was just playing.

“We've been through a lot, Lante,” she said calmly, her voice serious and slightly cold. “And I haven't once heard an ‘I am sorry’ from your lips, do you think that's fair?”

Lante jumped slightly. “I- I have nothing to apologize for!”

“Apologize!” Cy and Clops yelled.

“Apologize, Lante,” Sari said before a spark of playfulness twinkled in her eyes. “Or else… I will tickle you.”

She grinned as Lante's ears twitched. It was funny to see his expression twist from fear to surprise and then embarrassment. Sariphi couldn't help but giggle as Cy and Clips jumped on her lap.

“Get him, Sari! Get him!”

“Him!”

Lante huffed, crossing his arms and legs as he leaned back. “Heh, I'd like to see you try, Acting Queen Consort. I am not sensitive, that's childish. I think you'll have to think harder than that.”

Sari chuckled. Lante wasn't ticklish? She'd like to see that! Even someone like His Majesty was sensitive, there was no way Lante wasn't! Sari liked a nice challenge like this once in a while.

“Then, you wouldn't mind me trying, right?” She asked, smiling at him as she gently put Cy and Clops off her lap so she could move and sit right beside Lante. The poor hyena jumped slightly, highly aware of Sari’s presence. Someone who was not ticklish could act this way? Sari giggled and Lante turned his head away from her.

“G-Go ahead,” he said. The confidence in his voice was gone, and Sari knew she was going to have a lot of fun. “I don't mind at all.”

“Very well!” She said and her hands wasted no time; her fine fingers touched his side, just a touch of her fingertips against Lante's warm, fluffy side. The knight shivered slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his ears twitched a bit, but his face didn't show much emotion. Sari grinned as she started to wiggle her fingers against his side, going up and down in a way she had learned always made His Majesty let out soft giggles.

It seemed like Lante wasn't immune to that touch either. He started to shake slightly and he closed his eyes tightly. Sari watched as one of his shoulders rose involuntarily, and his elbow twitched back a bit.

“You know… I wonder if someone not ticklish would be squirming like you?” Sari teased playfully, poking Lante's side and making him jump slightly.

“W-What d-do you m-m-mean?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I'm not s-squirming at a-all, you- gah! S-Sahari, w-wait!”

Sari's gentle and tickly fingers had reached one side of his ribs and he flinched away, pressing his arms tightly against his body in an attempt to stop her, but her hand was trapped in and she had no other option but to tickle him more, of course. The strangled sound he made when he felt Sari clawing at his ribs made her laugh softly.

“Are you sure you're not ticklish, Lante? You seem quite ticklish to me.”

Lante shook his head, ears pressed back against his skull as he refused to even speak, but Sari could feel him shaking under her touch, trying to hold back his laughter.

“He's ticklish, Sari!” Both Cy and Clops jumped on Lante's lap, hopping up and down a bit too excitedly, perhaps a bit happy that Lante was, for once, being taken down a notch. “Get him good!”

“Good!”

Lante tried to slap Cy and Clops away, but as Sari reached for the other side of his ribs, he lasted a total of two seconds before he erupted into loud laughter. His arms wrapped around his ribs as he leaned forward, trying to escape from Sari's fingers.

“Are you laughing, Lante?” She asked playfully, fingertips digging into the spaces between Lante's ribs. “Are you laughing when you said you weren't ticklish?”

“SAHAHARI! Plehehease dohohon't!” He cackled, jerking heavily as Sari found his highest ribs, near his armpits.

“Get ‘im! Get ‘im!” Cy and Clops chanted happily, bouncing from leg to leg whenever Lante kicked desperately.

“Ribs? Ticklish,” Sari said, her hands suddenly burying under Lante's underarms. Lante let out an uncharacteristic shriek as he threw his head back with loud laughter. “Underarms? Very ticklish!”

“SAHAHARI! STAHAHAP!”

Sariphi actually thought that Lante was telling the truth. She really thought he wasn't ticklish, but she had to know better. Why wouldn't he? If His Majesty was ticklish, it seemed impossible for Sari to think that the other beasts were not. Even Anubis, but she didn't wish to lose her hands trying to tickle him, but Lante was another story. He trusted her and Sari knew that even if he acted a bit grumpy when she stopped her attack, he wouldn't actually get mad at her. Besides, wasn't his tail wagging? How cute!

Sari didn't know how, but Lante had fallen flat on his back in the carriage seat, laughing wildly when Sari returned to his ribs. Sari could feel Lante's soft fur above his clothes and she couldn't help but but think about scratching a puppy's tummy. When her fingernails scritch-scratched his ribs, Lante shrieked, throwing his head back.

“Sari! Sari!” Cy called for her attention, both creatures now jumping on Lante's belly. “Try his belly, Sari!” Clops finished and Sari smiled.

“Oh? Right here?”

“NO MOHOHORE!” He begged, but Sari didn't hear because he was laughing so much! “SAHAHARI! D-Dohohon’t scrahahatch mehehe!” He cackled, wagging his tail as Sari scratched his tummy. “I'm nohohot a dohohog!”

“I know you are not,” Sari giggled. “But the scratching makes you laugh more!”

Lante shook his head. “SAHAHARIPHIHI! STAHAHAP!”

“Of course! I'll stop when you apologize, Lante!”

“NEHEVER! I DIHIHIDN’T-

“Sari! Sari!”

Sari lookef at her little companions and her eyebrows raised when she saw them, easily sneaking under his arms, giving Sari an opening to tickle him there again. However, Sariphi was surprised how easy it was for Cy and Clops to move his arms. It seemed that Lante's weakness really was being tickled huh? Feeling a bit mischievous, Sari gently closed her hand around one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head. She couldn't help but widen her eyes.

“What's the matter, Lante?” She taunted, the fingers from her free hand walking up his side and ribs towards his underarm. “Even I can pin you down like this?”

Lante shook his head, eyeing the delicate fingers doing their dance towards his tickle spot. “S-Sahahari plehehease! Li-Listen! I lied okay? I'm actually vehery ticklish, yes? If you tihickle me there again, I'll die!”

Sari giggled, “what? You're ticklish? How weird, I didn't notice!” Cy and Clops giggled, rolling around Lante's tummy, making him twitch and flinch. “I already tell you how to make st-

“I refuse!” He gasped, giggling brightly when Sari's fingers finally touched his armpit, but didn't tickle him right away. “S-Sahahari, plehehease!”

“I'll give you three seconds,” she said, her finger drawing circles around Lante's underarm. “Three seconds for you to apologize!”

“Three seconds!”

“Seconds!”

“I wohoahahaHAHA!” Hysterical laughter filled the carriage. Sariphi was slightly surprised no one came to check on them, but she didn't pay much attention to that thought, instead, she focused on wiggling and digging her fingers against Lante's under arm, driving him up the wall.

Lante barely jerked to free himself and Sari giggled. “Cy-Chan, Clops-chan. Does Lante look ticklish to you?”

“Yes, Sari! Very ticklish!”

“Very ticklish!”

Sari grinned, giggling when Lante crackled as she scratched the center of his armpit. “Do you think he should apologize?”

“Apologize! Apologize!” The creatures chanted and for a minute, Sari thought Lante would faint at any moment as he still refused to apologize to her.

She wouldn't like to kill him, but just as she was thinking of stopping, Lante’s yell surprised her.

“I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY! Plehehease, Sahahariphi- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!”

As if his words were a spell, Sari's mischievous fingers stopped and in the blink of an eye, she, Cy and Clops were sitting on the other side of the carriage in front of Lante, as if Sari hadn't been tickling him like crazy. Sari watched with a smile as Lante tried to catch his breath while small residual giggles made him bounce slightly. She then noticed that his eyelashes were wet with tears of laughter. His chest fell and rose hurriedly and for a moment she worried.

“Was it too much, Lante?”

The hyenafolk didn't answer right away, but after a few deep breaths, he shook his head, cleaning the tears off his eyes. “I'm a-alrigh. It wahas… my first time getting t-tickled by a human… it was a wide experience.”

Sari smiled warmly at him before looking down at her lap. Her gentle hands that only a couple of minutes ago were pulling out loud crackles from Lante, were now rubbing Cy and Clops’ little heads. The two little monsters had fallen asleep, tired after all of that jumping around and cheering for Sari. She chuckled and then looked up at Lante.

He had calmed down completely, simply laying down with sleepy eyes.

“Lante?” He sat up, hyperware and Sari chuckled. “Thank you, Lante.”

The Captain blinked before his eyes softened. “No, thanks to you, Sari.”

Warm spread across her chest and she smiled brightly.

She couldn wait to see His Majesty again.

#sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #sariphi #lanteveldt #tickle fic #ticklish!lanteveldt #heavy mentions of His Majesty being ticklish #mia's commissions #commission

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keroanya · 1 year

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various! jjba adopting a cat (or more) with reader!

Warnings: None! just cats. possible ooc, very self indulgent^^

Notes: (C/N) is cat name^^

i NEED to adopt several cats with my self-proclaimed babygirls.

Jotaro Kujo

At first, he was a bit upset about bringing a cat into the house. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves animals! He’s just a bit concerned with taking care of the furry friend.

Over the first week or so, he doesn’t interact much with the cat, even though they are actively trying to get his attention at all hours of the day by pawing at his legs.

After this first week, he does slowly start to warm up to the little furball. You were quite shocked to see him snuggled up in bed with the cat splayed across his lap.

“(C/N), that’s my spot.”

The cat ended up on the floor, but they made their way back into his lap once you were both asleep.

----

During his time in Morioh, he definitely showed some pictures of his cat to Josuke.

In his temporary office in Morioh, the three pictures he had on his desk were you, a family picture (you, the cat, and him), and him with the stardust crusaders.

As much as he said in the beginning that he wouldn’t enjoy the cat’s company, he truly does love your fur child.

I don’t think he would want a second cat. His viewpoint behind it is that if (C/N) starts showing signs that he needs more feline company, then he will talk to you about getting another cat.

Leone Abbacchio

Just like jotaro, he’s weary of having a cat at first.

His general annoyance towards the fluffball was amplified when (c/n) accidentally knocked a bottle of wine off the counter…

Luckily you were able to catch the bottle before it hit the floor. Congrats! You prevented a horrible outcome.

It would take a lot longer for Leone to become somewhat close with (C/N), probably a month or two (or even three).

After that time, your favorite goth man becomes inseparable from (C/N)

He definitely showed the whole gang the cat.

The whole gang definitely did not come over to have dedicated (C/N) play time.

During a session of bucci-gang-cat-time, Bruno brought up the idea of adopting another cat for (C/N) spend time with

You both loved the idea, and stopped at the animal shelter the next time you could.

risotto nero

He was the one who brought the cat home in the first place.

“I’m sorry, I stopped by a shelter and the techs said this cat was going to get put down, their name is (C/N)”

Literally such an absolute sweetheart (long live animal lover ris headcanons)

You both spend nights curled up in bed with (C/N) sleeping at the foot of the bed.

About a year after adopting (C/N), you both decided to start fostering kittens that needed help at shelters

The best sight in the world is seeing a buff, goth man bottle feeding several kittens while whispering how they’re doing so amazing.

Of course, with fostering comes the adoptions of the kittens.

When his first litter of kittens he raised got adopted, you could’ve sworn you saw small tears escape his eyes.

The next litter of kittens after that, he kept a bonded pair.

Specializes in helping special needs kittens. One of the cats in the aforementioned bonded pair was actually deaf.

Definitely has a shirt that says “cat dad” on it

Proscuitto saw him wearing the shirt one time when coming over, he absolutely laughed his ass off.

Risotto was NOT happy.

#jjba x reader #vic writes #jjba x gn reader #jjba x yn #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #abbachio leone #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo

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tombware · 3 months

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what is the fanon you don't want to see implemented so badly?

Not necessarily fanon but i think a lot of AscAst suggestions i've seen on forums/socmed are very bad/OOC and don't get the character, that's my main worry since that section of the fandom isn't big but is very loud (the bride ritual thing comes to mind). I guess I wouldn't care if I didn't really like that route as well, it's super interesting to me and a lot would be taken from it if it was modified to fit into more romantic tropes that don't really make sense there.

Don't get me wrong there are a lot of Ast*ri*n fanon characterisations/assumptions that I very strongly disagree with but I don't think there's a real chance it's getting implemented so I'm not concerned. (Save for Ast*ri*n actually being a baby in elf society, I guess, since that's technically already canon, but it's so ridiculous and obviously a fuckup I can't take it seriously even if they did fully acknowledge it)

There are a couple other takes I could talk about but they would get me quartered in the town square because they involve a very polarising character so on a less important note I'll just add a minor thing: I think hugging Ast*ri*n right after he kills C*z*dor isn't a good idea, it's out of place and I hope they don't implement it.

#once again asterisks because i dont want this popping up in searches #im generally quite against changes to things that work in the game #and. you know. sanitizing parts of the story/sanding down the edges

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ohii-san · 1 year

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Here you go, take the second half of A Gathering of Novices ( Mayoi Ayase 3* card story ) translated by my boyfriend @misuzuh and polished by me !! Link to the card itself on Enstars Wiki ❤️ Okay now without further ado take some Rinmayo crumbs !!

⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻

Rinne: You guys, sorry for the wait!

Mayoi: …

Mayoi: ... What?

Rinne: Here. As I promised, the picnic blanket I got.

Shinobu: Yay! Thank you, Rinne-dono!

Mayoi: Ri- Rinne-dono?

Rinne: Oh, my little brother didn’t tell you about me, Mayoi-chan? If each team has an even number it’ll be more fun!

Mayoi: Why is Amagi Rinne....

Mayoi: Uh, Chi-... Ri- Rinne-san, what kind of relationship do you have with Chief?

Mayoi: [ Rinne-san is also joining in, I didn't think this would happen. Aah, my paradise is- ]

Mayoi: [ … No, the paradise's gate won't close yet. Chief is still playing with us, and that's why nothing has changed! ]

Sora: Then let's get it started! Let's play kubb!

Mayoi: Cobble...?

Shinobu: It's a simple game where you throw wooden sticks at each other to defeat wooden targets. Now, I will divide the teams by drawing lots that I made myself!

Mayoi: Chief's homemade...! Please, let me take it home to remember this day!

Shinobu: That’s fine, after we've used it. Look, I'm going to pull one!

Mayoi: O-okay… Excuse me, then…

Mayoi: [ I hope I’m in a team with Shinobu-kyun or Sora-san. If there's a 2/3 chance, then I’m sure...! ]

Mayoi: “Shadow” is written on the paper…

Sora: Hihi- On Sora's lot, there's "yang"!

Shinobu: My lot also says "yang”!

Mayoi: So- so that means…

Rinne: Mine is the same one, Mayoi-chan. I'll go with you to the depths of hell, KYAHAHA! ☆

Mayoi: Uuu, it’s supposed to be my rest day, but I’m in hell… I can’t stand this…

Mayoi: [ To think I'd be paired up with Rinne-san... but I don't want the mood to drop because of me…]

Mayoi: [ For the sake of the chief, I have to act as cheerful as possible! ]

- One Hour Later -

Sora: Fight-o, murky onii-san!

Shinobu: Remember my training with you! It's okay, Mayoi-dono, you can do this!

Mayoi: Y-yes, okayyy…!

Mayoi: [ Well, I have to do my best. It’s times like these that the training is useful… ]

Mayoi: [ Training with wrestling, tracking, ninjutsu daily with the chief… ]

Mayoi: [ The soft touch of your hands.... Fufufufu… ♪ ]

Mayoi: [ Uuu, I feel like I'm drowning in such worldly desires! ]

Mayoi: Shake off the disgusting thoughts... Aiiee!

Rinne: BINGO! Not bad, Mayoi-chan!

Mayoi: Y-yes. I managed it.

Mayoi: Thank you all for your support. Chief and Sora-san, I'm your opponent, right…?

Sora: Sora and the others are just divided into teams, but they are enjoying the same game as "companions".

Mayoi: Companion... Fufu, that's right. You’re all my companions…! ¹

- After a While -

Sora: Sora's turn next. Maybe a pause for lunch will be good, right? Sora is hungry!

Rinne: If I remember correctly, you asked Niki, right? I'll get it for you.

Sora: HaHa~ Sora will go too! If we’re in a group of two, it’ll be easy-peasy even if there's too much food!

Shinobu: We’ll be waiting with the picnic blanket!

Mayoi: Have a safe trip, Sora-san, Rinne-san…!

( End )

Translator’s note:

¹ - Mayoi uses the word “nakama” here which is a way of saying really good/close friends, but I didn’t want to make it seem overly familiar because that appeared sort of OOC for Mayoi .. ? So I just went with companions, since it seemed Mayoi was mirroring Sora ( who said they were nakama first ).

Another reminder this is not the entire story, literally only like the last half minus a few lines from Shinobu and Mayoi after Rinne and Sora leave !! The first half was a lot of Shinobu talking .. Regardless, I hope you enjoy ^^

#enstars translation #from the doctor's clipboard #rinne amagi #mayoi ayase #rinmayo #<- trust .#shinobu sengoku #sora harukawa

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marilostfieldblog · 6 months

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(OOC WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF GORE AND ROTTING!)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The camera is obscured by a pocket, it appears to be a jean pocket as someone can be heard walking, dragging a cart behind them. After a few seconds the footsteps and cart stop.]

?: Ok kid.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

M: One last thing.

[Mari pulls the phone out of their pocket, having it face a child. The light causes the kid to put their hands in front of their eyes as Mari slowly pushes the cart into a dark corner.]

M: Y'know what record this. I want the memento.

?: What are you. Doing.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

M: I need to make a small detour. Ok? Don't move a muscle.

[Mari walks off and begins humming as they walk, this lasts for a few minutes before they reach the back of a set and begin slowly climbing it.]

M: Ok sarah… I'm here. I'm not letting you down again.

[Once they reach the top someone can be seen sitting on an office chair spinning, the person has black hair with a red bow sticking out the top. The figure is wearing a showfall mask.]

M: Shit am I… No it's not attached like Will's was.

[Mari places the phone in the front coat of a jacket before slowly climbing down the set. And walking up.]

M: Hi… Um. Ms, Sun?

[The person stands up from the chair as a loud mechanical scream is heard in the distance, Mari runs and hides behind a plant as the person walks over slowly.]

?: You ok?

[Voice identified: Ms Sun.]

M: Sarah… Ok um fuck no time.

[Mari grabs the person by the arm and starts running, taking a sharp turn causing a can to be knocked over. Afterwards multiple sets of employee footsteps can be heard chasing the two.]

M: DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!

[Mari continues running for 2 minutes before hopping over a counter and into a store, the phone now on the ground facing the ceiling.]

M: Ok shit that's not good. Sara- Ms sun you good?

[There is no response as Mari grabs the phone and walks back over to the figure. Before putting the phone back in their jacket pocket.]

M: Sorry in advance.

[Mari rips the mask off the person's face with relative ease, causing the figure to scream in pain. Before being quiet.]

M: Sarah?

[A response this voice sounding more like something that would come out of a medicated patient after surgery.]

?: m- Ma… ri?

[Voice reidentified: Sarah.]

M: Sarah oh my god you're ok! Um, no time to talk. We're getting out of here!

S: Head hurted…

M: I know. But you're gonna be out and I'll buy you all the headache meds you want!

[Sarah smiles as Mari grabs her again and starts running.]

M: SPARROW MAKE A NOISE

Sp: [Singing] Follow me and I'll follow you.

M: THAT WORKS!

[Sparrow has an incredibly confused look on their face, staring at Mari and Sarah.]

Sp: Who is-

M: Friend. Um… Sparrow meet Sarah. Sarah meet Sparrow.

Sp: We've. met. I think?

M: Oh um…

[Mari turns around to begin pulling the cart, multiple minutes pass before they stop.]

M: Yes sparrow?

[Mari turns around to face Sparrow, A blank expression across their face. They speak with fear in every word.]

Sp: Do. You smell something. Rotting?

M: Nope. Let's just keep-

[Mari is cut off as Sarah is pushed out of the cart.]

Sp: No. Last time I was with someone and we changed directions she got caught.

[Sparrow begins rolling the cart, using their hands to spin the wheels faster and faster. causing Mari to have to grab Sarah and chase after them.]

M: SPARROW STOP! GOD DAMNIT!

[The running continues until Mari falls on the ground, multiple seconds later a scream.]

M: SPARROW!

[By the time Mari finally gets to Sparrow they are kneeling on the ground in front of. Something made from wires, rotten flesh and bones peaking through parts of the wire, two green lights shine from where the eyes would be. As Mari gets closer the creatures face. Or what's left is visible, strands of brown hair covering missing parts of the creature's face, what is visible being mostly the eye, and other random bits. But that is enough to cause Sparrow to begin crying before saying one word.]

Sp: Mom.

M: Sparrow WAIT!

[Sparrow grabs a broomstick and uses it as a crutch to start running, before Mari can chase after the child. Mechanical screeching is heard.]

M: No no no no…

[The creature stands up, its torso spinning 360 degrees around, gears grinding and rotting organs falling out. As it screams, causing Mari to turn around and run the other way.]

M: OH FUCK OH SHIT!

[The creature screams again as Mari trips the phone falling out of their front pocket, the camera landing on the floor.]

[WHOOPS! Heavy camera damage detected! automatically ending transcript.]

#((OOC) TW GORE AND ROTTING)#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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freedkenna · 2 months

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♡ independent. private. highly selective. independent Scottish selkie oc blog.♡

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hello, I'm Wrennly. I'm 25 years old, American, & taken. I go by she/they pronouns as well. I am pagan, practice witchcraft, & own many animals. these are the rules & basic muse bio below.

♡ there will be no comparisons to deities, whether that's ic or ooc.

♡ relationship depreciation does not apply here, & let me explain. "whether I talk to you in a day, or in a year. I'll see you when I see you; until then, take care."

♡ I am neurodivergent; I have PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Anxiety, & Depression. I work full-time as well as have a life outside of tumblr. I'm in a committed relationship, & that takes up a lot of my time.

♡ I also follow a lot of people, so I may forget your alias/pronouns/muses! I always try to reread everything before contacting people, but sometimes I am a forgetful bean! please offer me grace!

♡ I am a shipping whore and prioritize bonds held with other people & their characters. friends receive favoritism over strangers, but I try to play fair! I want to write & ship with people I'm comfortable with & who know me very well!

♡ muses are written at an age-range. meaning, some may be underage in one thread scenario, but of age in another. always look at tags for extra information. most times, consider adult ages as default.

♡ NSFW and other content will appear on the blog, which includes but are not limited to NSFW: smut, mentions of rape, explorations of human psyche, religious mentions, drug usage, sex work, abuse, pregnancy issues, abortion / miscarriage, sexuality, and so many more. do not follow if under 20+.

♡ blog is drama-free, will never post roleplay drama or politics drama. life updates will be periodically given based on how often I'm promising to be online, but cannot for any reason.

TOXICITY CLAUSE. I used to be a shitty rp partner & friend! I never committed bigoted acts like racism or sexism, but I'd have the tendency to collect ships or participate in drama etc. my past aliases include Sam, Sammi, Stormi, Peaches, & now Wrennly. all problems have been fixed.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

full name: Mairi Rose Kenna nickname: Mai, Ri gender: CIS female height: 5 foot 9 inches age ( verse dependent ): 17 - 25 zodiac: March 21st; Aries species: selkie

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

hair color: dark brunette eye color: hazel skin: fair body type: thin, but curvy dominant hand: left scars: on her hands, arms, and thighs most noticeable feature(s): her eyes

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

place of birth: Scotland siblings: none parents: unknown ( mother - escaped, father - alive )

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

occupation: jobless current residence: homeless close friends: none relationship status: multiship financial status: poor criminal record: nonexistent vices: stealing, but she's not good at it ( but she's never been caught )

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

theme song: honey and glass - Peyton Cardoza mental illnesses: PTSD, anxiety physical illnesses: athsma phobias: drowning self confidence level: medium vulnerabilities: her fur

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Mairi is on the shyer part of the spectrum, she means well whenever she's talking to others. Mairi has a unique sense of justice ( where stealing to survive is alright ). she is supportive of the communities she's part of, and identifies as a queer woman. Mairi enjoys cooking.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

Mairi's childhood was spent indoors where she wasn't allowed to play. her father was a domineering man who would force Mairi into aligning with his pre-concieved notions of what a daughter should be like. one day, her mother found her fur and escapes, never to be seen again. Mairi mourned the loss of her mother for a long time, and her father equipped a more extensive measure to keep Mairi under his control.

eventually, Mairi found her sealskin and escapes as well, abandoning her father.

-- • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

species ability: selkie - ability to turn into a seal special ability: Mairi also aligns herself as a witch so she has powers of witchcraft

#wrennly ( ooc )

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rfxiii · 7 months

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Random facts about my OC Riley Ramos-

Still not sure how I want to take her story pairing wise. I kind of headcanon she has a “thing” for Brad but would rather be shot than vocalize it. He’d have to make a move first. I was unsure where to go with pairing her with someone but my girl deserves to get some so I decided Brad would be easiest. I didn’t want to pair her with an important main character for fear of altering anything too majorly or getting any characteristic wrong and having them be too ooc. So I figured a secondary character who doesn’t have much screen time would be easier for my first OC/canon character pairing.

Was born in 1982. She’s twenty-two in 2004 (thirty-one by the main GTAV timeline)

She’s hooked up plenty of times but she’s never had a “real” boyfriend or girlfriend. Sex can be detached and mean nothing for either party, but actually being in a relationship means confessing feelings and that’s not something she knows how to do.

She wants to be loved but she’s not really sure what real love is.

Despite him being almost fifteen years older, Riley considers Trevor the closest thing she’s ever had to a best friend. They never really have deep conversations because trusting people comes very hard for her. But the talks they do have and things Trevor has willingly shared with her makes her feel closer to him than anyone she’s ever befriended before.

She doesn’t know how to swim and water scares her to death.

She’s 5’4 but only weighs about 90-100lbs. She’s absolutely fucking minuscule and she’s self conscious about it. She’s surrounded by guys that are nearly a foot taller and nearly a hundred pounds more than her and it makes her feel like she can’t hold her own in a physical fight if needed. (Spoiler: she can’t. Her punches are laughable but she’s really fast and usually carries a gun and knife so she doesn’t really have to worry.)

She can smoke a pack of cigarettes a day. She’s awful at remembering to eat, drink water, or sleep (ya know, the basics of being alive) but she’s never without a pack of cigarettes.

Gave herself a buzzcut when she was sixteen. She cried for a week after and has barely cut her hair since. Keeps it around mid back/waist length.

Covered in tattoos. Her dad knew a “totally legit” tattoo artist who started giving her tattoos at fifteen. Every few months she gets this stir crazy, manic energy and almost gets her face tattooed. Michael has talked her down from it several times. Trevor encourages her.

She was raised catholic. She doesn’t practice, or attend services. But she still owns, and wears every day, a Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe necklace her abuela gave her when she was a little girl.

The boys all have nicknames for her-

Michael: Ri, Ramos, Kid/Kiddo

Trevor: Ri-Ri, Sugar, Girly

Brad: Rils’, Princess, Babe

Has the coldest feet/hands ever.

Can’t drive. Like, at all.

Only cries once every few years. She’s full of stress, anxiety, and tons of unresolved emotions she has no idea how to express. And because tears are part of having emotions she never lets them out until she just can’t hold them in anymore. It usually happens when either A) something huge and catastrophic happens, or B) the littlest thing pushes her over the edge. It’s either one extreme or the other.

Imposter syndrome. No matter how skilled she gets, or how much money she makes working with the North Yankton boys, or anyone else she finds work with, she’s convinced she’s always just going to be the coke dealer from the trailer park. She’ll never feel like her skills, know how, or reputation will be good enough.

Speaks Spanish at the boys when she’s pissed at them. None of them speak Spanish so she’ll look them in the eyes and curse them with everything she has and they have no idea.

Had a dream that she said “I love you” to Brad once. She ignored him for a week and couldn’t make direct eye contact for even longer.

She’s bisexual.

She’s an Aries.

On top of being a bit of a coke fiend, she’s got a habit of drinking too much when she’s anxious, and she’s a massive stoner as well. Her coping mechanisms are all self destructive in one way or another.

3 songs that fit her:

¿ by Bring Me the Horizon feat. Halsey

MISA MISA! by CORPSE

Word Vomit by lozeak

#gta oc #riley ramos #oc stuff #self insert oc #personal

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