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rissouu · 3 months

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Can you do a story with plugony about him and his gf doing a drop off together because she begged to be there with him and one of his female clients start to flirt with her right in front of him and what his reaction would be ?

I. GOT. YOU. LET. ME. COOK.

you sat quietly in the passenger seat as ony went back and forth with some girl through the window. earlier, you had begged him to let you ride around with him to make drops and surprisingly he let you.

usually the overprotective man would say ‘no, i don’t want you around all `dat’ but he wanted to be in your presence right now, so fuck it.

you casually scrolled through your phone— not paying the two any mind. ony was a popular dealer so of course he’d have to deal with female clients as well, you didn’t mind it. but, they did get out of hand at times.

“c’mon bro you knew an eighth was gon’ be thirty, i been told you dat’.” ony was fed up with the annoying girl, she kept asking for him to lower the price. which he wasn’t going to since he let her know how much it was before hand, and she was okay with it.

now she was fucking with his time and his money, shit he never took lightly.

“onyyy don’t be like that.. maybe i can repay you in other ways?” she took one glance at you and cockily smiled, she knew what she was doing. her hands slipped through the car window in an attempt to touch his chest.. but before she could even do so the man slapped her hand away.

“oh this bitch got me-“ you leaned up from your seat—already preparing to whip some ass. evidently you didn’t want to cause ony to lose any clients but, oh fucking well. you weren’t going to let her disrespect you without retaliating, period.

as soon as you reached for the door ony locked it, placing his hand on your thigh in an attempt to cool you down.

“no ony cause she need her ass beat, ion know why she playing wit’ me!” one stern look and a rough squeeze to your thigh was all it took for you to hush. you were still heated of course but it wasn’t worth making your man upset, he didn’t like you fighting at all. you were too pretty for it, honestly.

“i got it mama, let daddy handle it. ight?” you reluctantly nodded before sitting back in your comfortable position. because if your man said he’d handle it, then he would.

ony chuckled lowly while grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, sitting it on the dashboard so that the girl would see it.

“you see my girl sitting right here dawg.. fuck is you playin’ for?” the girl watched him with nothing but pure fear in her eyes as he slowly picked up the gun— aiming it to her head.

“you played wit’ my time.. my money.. and my girl,” ony grinned before nodding his head towards you which took her attention off of him and onto you..

“ain’t she pretty?” instead of answering verbally the girl decided on a simple nod, and you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or just scared for her life.

“fuck wit’ her again and you dead, now gimmie my thirty broke ass girl”

#malora’s works!#req’s 💋#inbox answered <3 #mean niggas >#idc you gotta be willing to shoot a bitch over me #chubby reader #black reader #ony x black reader #ony x reader #ony x chubby reader #aot x black reader #aot x chubby reader #aot drabble #aot x reader #plug!onyankopon #onyankopon fluff #onyankopon x chubby reader #aot onyankopon

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passionesolja · 4 months

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I need some of yall “BG3 is my first ever cRPG ever” mfs to understand that Owlcat games are way bigger than Larian games. Both Pathfinder games alone are about the length of 4 Baldur’s Gate 3 runs. These games have a level 20 cap, BG3 only has a level 12. People are talking down on Owlcat but haven’t even played a single game of their’s. I love Larian and BG3, but Owlcat games are way more complex and way more dense. These games have extremely accurate table top mechanics, city builder mechanics, and army management strategy game mechanics. Along with a shit ton of dialogue that’s partially voiced.

Pathfinder has over 120+ classes subclasses. It has 12 different mythic paths (stuff that alters the story and dialogue). And like 11-12 different races. These games have 5 dlcs and counting and some of them add new classes and subclasses. Regularly. WOTR just got new DLC a couple months ago

I’m sick and tired of mfs who haven’t even touched the genre outside of BG3 acting like Owlcat is making excuses. Mf, we let their games have rough starts bc we comprehend how huge they are. I’m not dissing Larian, I love Larian, but Owlcat deserves way more flowers for their work. Pathfinder isn’t even as big of an IP as Dnd is. They don’t have the dnd machine backing them. They make these games in Unity, dawg.

I’m not tryna pit two legendary studios against each other but I can’t stand these mfs who never even played a single cRPG other than bg3 talking shit about Owlcat. Mfs acting like Owlcat is making excuses or whatever when they’re able to make huge and expansive cRPGs with half the budget of Larian. I can’t imagine how incredible of a game they’d be able to make with Larian resources, bc they’re already a cut above Larian with half. Again, I love Larian but I’m not going to act like BG3 holds a candle to the Pathfinder games.

Mf you’re playing baby’s first cRPG but you wanna talk shit about a big dawg cRPG studio who makes big dawg games?

#bg3 #pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #Larian #baldurs gate 3 #owlcat games

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delimeats-000 · 6 months

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Wanna Hit?

summary: shitty fic ab smoking with chris

warning: smutttt, smoking, language

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

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smoking with chris is becoming a weekend routine. not that i mind, the only thing is he gets reaaaallll horny, like tonight…

we sit in his room. he’s taking hits from his pen and im finishing off a small cherry blunt.

“Let’s shotgun.” he says randomly.

“Dawg what?”

“Cmon lets do it. Come sit in my lap.”

i roll my eyes, “Whatever.” i get up and sit in his lap.

“No, like this.” he moves me from his thigh to straddle him. i can already feel a boner growing underneath me.

i take a long drag from my blunt and blow it right back into is face. he inhales my smoke and coughs a little. his coughing causes him to shift a little, his dick twitches rubbing against me.

“Shit.”, he coughs out. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” i smile a little.

i get off of him and put out the blunt, as it’s already down to the filter.

i turn to him. his legs wide open and his dick is clearly throbbing. “Wanna hit?”

my eyes go wide at his words, “HUH!?!”

“My pen, stupid.” he chuckles shaking his head. “Unless..”

he stands up moving closer. he pulls me into him with both hands on my hips, “You wanna fuck?”

“I guess” i struggle to make eye contact with him.

“Yes or no?” he says lifting my face to meet his.

“Yes.”

he kisses me turning us both and pushing me onto his bed. his shirt comes off and he tells me to take mine off too.

he gets on top of me kissing me again, more rough than before.

“Pants off please.”

“No fore play?” i giggle at his urgency.

“I’ve waited to do this for so long, I can’t wait anymore.”

i smile at his response before taking off my pants. he starts to take off his pants too and once they’re off he flips me over.

“On your hands and knees.”

i do as he says, “Yes daddy.”

he smacks my ass definitely leaving a mark.

“Keep calling me that.”

again i say, “Yes daddy.”

he sucks his fingers before putting them inside me curling them downward with no warning.

“Fuck- DADDY SHIT!”

“So wet pretty girl. All for me.”

“Yes, just for you daddy. Please fuck me. Please-”

“Good manners. You want me to go slow?”

“No no- Fast, please”

he lines up his dick, rubbing it against my folds. suddenly he’s thrusting into me, not even getting to adjust to his size im screaming while i pulse around his cock.

“Shhh, dont scream. Matt and nick will hear you.”

“Sorry, daddy.”

he just continues pounding into me at a seriously ungodly pace.

i can feel all of him inside of me, balls deep, it’s so hard to keep quiet. i bury my face in his pillow as i feel him twitch inside me.

“Im gonna cum baby, I can’t hold it in.” he says losing the pattern like pace he’s built up.

“Fuck me too, daddy.”

he pulls out and flips me over, lining himself up once more and harshly ramming into me.

he leans down kissing me, one hand wrapping around my neck and the other lifting up my leg to fuck me at a deeper angle.

“SHIT!! shit- chris. im cumming.”

“Me too baby, cum for me ok.”

milliseconds later i cum on his cock and i feel him release into me at the same time.

he falls on top of me and sighs.

“Wanna smoke?” i ask him.

“I wanna sleep.” he looks up at me and laughs.

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this is actually really shitty, im sorry. i love you 🫶🏼

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #requests are open #fanfics #reader insert #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris girls #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo smut

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miyuhpapayuh · 4 months

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As soon as Leon walked through the door of Brandon's apartment, nostalgia hit him like a Mack truck.

The air still felt familiar. Every memory of their friendship within these walls came flooding back to him.

“You turned this into a bachelor pad, huh?” Leon cracks.

Brandon laughs. “Ah, had to upgrade the futon and card table at some point, right?”

Leon joined in the laughter, shaking his head. “We lived a lil rough, I won't lie.”

“We made do, though.”

“Please, our mamas woulda killed us if we didn't.”

“You right about that.” Brandon nods, as they move into the living room and take a seat.

The first conversation they've had in five years.

“So, what's up?” Leon asks.

“I wanna start by apologizing to you. I know I was a hothead and I blew you off, a lot. I said some fucked up shit to you and I can't take it back. It took me a long time to realize that you were just looking out for me, cause I just wanted to have fun with my dawg. I wasn't thinking about later in life or the consequences that would come. You were like a brother to me and it's been hell out here without friends like you in my corner.”

Leon nods, knowing it took a lot for them to get to this point, and he knew it was a genuine apology.

“It's all good, man. I said some fucked up shit to you too. I was mad for a while. A long time. Cause we was into it over crazy shit. Petty shit. Yeah, you blew me off a whole lot and I used to take up for yo ass at every stop, cause you was my boy. But I couldn't stick around for the disrespect. But, we can't go through the rest of our lives holdin’ onto that shit.”

“I understand that. I understood it then, it just pissed me off cause fuck you mean we ain't cool no more?” He laughs, Leon joining in. “I'm just glad that I could get you here and sincerely say that. I didn't know what to say for a long time. Sorry just didn't seem good enough. I'm sorry for that, too.”

“It's all good, seriously. I'm sorry, too.” Leon says.

“For what?” Brandon’s brows scrunch.

“I harbored some hatred for you when you and my sister started… whatever y'all got goin’ on. Did the usual overbearing brother thing, but she was hellbent on you becoming a stand-up dude, and I can see that she wasn't lying. It was just so weird to me.”

“I get it, honestly. I mean, that's your little sister. I would never disrespect either of you, things just sorta happened. We knew how it looked and I knew that you and I needed to talk.”

“Well again, I appreciate that man. And just as long as I ain't gotta knock your head between the stove and refrigerator, I'm cool with you and Eryn doing what y'all doing.”

“I know that came straight from the heart.” Brandon nods before laughing.

“I'm glad you know,” Leon says, laughing as well.

“Now that all of that is out the way, what's new with you? Cause I did hear about a girlfriend.”

“Man, ima marry that woman.” Leon shakes his head, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Word??” Brandon asks, cocking his head to the side.

“No doubt about it.”

“Damn, what's that like?”

And boy, did Leon spend the next almost hour filling his old friend in on everything he'd experienced with Zora thus far.

“Am I invited to the wedding, at least?”

“Come on man, of course!”

They slapped hands and hugged like the brothers they've always been.

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Returning back to his apartment, Leon was immediately greeted by his yawning girlfriend, as she decided to stay up and wait for him.

“Hey baby,” he says, placing a kiss on her forehead as she wraps her arms around him, swaying in their hug as usual.

“Hey, how'd everything go?”

“It went well, actually. We both apologized to each other, caught up like old friends and he's invited to our wedding now, whenever that is.” He snorts, making her join in with her own laughter.

“I'm glad y'all made up, that puts me at so much ease, cause now you're at ease.” She says, rubbing his back.

He smiles, kissing her nose. “Me too, baby. Is that why you're still up?”

“Yeah, I thought something happened. I contemplated on calling you, but then I heard the door unlock.” She smiles.

“You still sleepy?” He asks.

“Eh, not so much anymore. We can still jump back in the bed though. I'm freezing.”

“I'll say,” he steps back to look over her attire, which consists of one of his sweatshirts pulled over her nightgown and fuzzy socks.

“What?” She laughs, playfully smacking his cheek as he shakes his head, his eyes landing back on her face.

“You look beautiful.” He says before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back into his room.

Back under the covers and in each others arms, the couple flip through the channels to find something to watch.

“Martin?”

“Nah. Half & Half is on tv??” Zora squints, making Leon snicker.

“Did you forget your contacts again?”

“No, I just didn't wanna put them back in yet cause I might fall asleep again soon. I brought my glasses, I just need to get them out of my bag.”

Without another word, he hands her the remote and slides out the bed to retrieve them for her.

“Thank you,” she giggles, putting them on.

“No problem, is that what you wanted to watch?”

“Mmm… nah, let's see what else is on. It's just interesting that it's accessible like that. It's hard finding what you used to watch all the time.”

“Yeah, you right. I remember how hype I was when they brought Jamie back into the rotation.”

“See, he's better than Martin!”

“Yeah, I have to agree.”

“He was way too sexual for me, personally.”

“Yeah, what you be saying? Men are gross? I agree.”

“Good. Plus, you're not a man, you're an angel.” She kisses his face, making him laugh.

“And you're not a woman, you're a goddess.” He pulls her closer to him, continuing to flip through the channels.

“Ooh, my girls!” She all but yells as Living Single pops up.

“There we go.” He chuckles, sitting the remote down.

“Oh, it's one of my favorite ones too!”

“This the one where they were in a singing group?”

“The flavorettes, yes!”

“O had that nasty ass piece on his head, man.” He snickers.

“That was so ugly, I agree. It was so cute how he was still smitten by Synclaire and she was being so mean!” Zora laughs.

“We like that shit.”

“We know,” she responds, still laughing.

After watching Max fall of the stage and get hit with roses, she dozed off again, this time more comfortably since Leon was back underneath her.

“I love you.” He whispers, kissing her forehead.

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“I don't wanna work here anymore.” Zora mumbles to herself as she leans on the bar.

“Then quit!”

“Not that simple,” she sighs, tapping her nails against the freshly disinfected countertop.

As if on cue, the restaurant phone rings.

“Thank you for calling the pub, what can I get you?”

“Yeah, let me get the Wednesday special and a side of Zora Jean!” Nique says before cracking up into the phone.

“Girl!” Zora laughs, covering her mouth and looking around her area.

“What do you want, man?”

“What time do you get off?”

“Six, why?”

“You'll see when we get there. I'll meet you at your place.”

“Do I need to dress up or something?”

“Nope. No more questions! See ya later, love you, bye!”

After work, freshly showered and dressed down in her comfy sweatsuit and uggs, she trudges towards her best friend's car as the wind picks up.

“Hey, lover!” Nique greets once Zora’s situated inside.

“Hey! Where’re we going?”

“You'll see,” she sings, before pulling out of the lot and to their destination.

“So, how was your day?”

“Tiring. I think I'm kinda ready to let it go, friend.” Zora sighs, sticking her finger in the middle of her curly bun to scratch.

“Really?” Nique smirks. “Why what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” she laughs. “I'm just kinda over being there. And I know, we talk about it all the time and I continue to stick it out and I've made it work for me, so it's been extra great.. but I'm not feeling it anymore. The money isn't even worth it.”

“It's okay to feel burnt out. That's why I've always been pro-fuck that job. And no, I'm not gonna insist that you come work with me, I know we're past that. But this could be a good thing for you. You wanna find a new job?”

“No, I need a revamp on my career, as a whole. I wanna… I wanna be the artist of my dreams, again.” She somberly smiles, looking toward the window as her emotions slowly take hold of her.

Nique looks in her direction for a split second, unable to hide her smile.

“I was hoping you'd say that.”

Looking back in her direction, Zora begins to ask what she meant, but then she begins to recognize her surroundings.

“Dominique.”

“Zora-Jean.”

“The Mint?”

“The one and only, babe.” She cheeses, just as Zora covers her face, unable to hold her tears in any longer.

“Oh my god,” she sobs.

“Oh, Jean. Don't cry on me!”

Coming to a red light, she consoles her best friend, rubbing her back with her free hand.

“It's okay, I've been feeling like crying for weeks now. You know how I hold shit in— but, seriously this is so surreal. You just know what I'm thinking and how to execute it every single time. Who are you!” She hysterically asks, making them both laugh as the light turns back green.

“The greatest friend in the world— at least that's what my badge says.” She shrugs.

“Jesus,” Zora playfully scoffs, wiping her wet face.

“Seriously, though. Thank you.”

“Come on, you know you deserve this. It's been in the works for almost six years!”

“Ugh, that's so depressing. Isn't it?”

“Nah. It would be depressing if you still wanted to come home covered in grease after six years. You've had your epiphany and now it's time to plan!”

“You said it! I'm ready.”

“That's all I need to hear!”

Moving inside the spacious museum, the two look around and begin formulating their ideas.

“Wow, I haven't been out here in so long.” Zora looks around in awe.

“Yeah, they rightfully changed some shit around! It was starting to get stale in here.”

“Hm, what pieces could I put in here?”

“All of them?” Nique looks at her like she'd just grown a second head.

“Stop looking at me like that! I'm just asking. I also need to create so much more.”

“Mmhm, get that portfolio together and fast. You know we gotta start making ourselves real familiar with these people. “

“Yes, mom. I'm on it.”

It feels good to be back.

@ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @honestpreference @thegifstories @harmshake @henneseyhoe @headcannonxgalore @blackpinup22 @motheroffae @mauvecherie-writes @blackerthings @megamindsecretlair @abeautifulmindexposed @blowmymbackout

#miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #mochaff #yahya abdul mateen ii #zora x leon #black ocs

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junggunz · 1 year

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rereading jake kim arc because methinks it was when samuel was the hottest. plus i just got really shit memory and have to revisit chapters often. but like then i realized that jake was living in a goshiwon- DOES HE STILL LIVE IN ONE? i knew things were rough financially but like...damn that sucks dawg. (if you've seen the kdrama hell is other people/strangers from hell, YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT IS) and here i was thinking he stayed in his mom's nice traditional house.

anywho, if you didn't know a goshiwon is like a dorm/apartment where the rooms are really tiny. obvi. then you share common areas with your neighbors. i think bm from kard said he lived in one when he first came to korea because it was cheap.

#lookism #.png

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nonhumanhottie · 10 months

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Rebels season 2 rewatch

Always two there are

Zeb meshes so well with the clones I love it

Kanan is such a brat lmao he's so clearly still a young adult

love the horror movie themes of this episode

The seventh sister calling Ezra pretty gives me the ick

I bet fifth brother and seventh sister argued the whole way home lmao

It must be rough for people like Zeb to suddenly be thrust into a world of magic but not having that magic to fight back

Hera and Kanan cuddling at the end and you're telling me they don't kiss until season 4???

Brothers of the broken horn

Hera is such mom friend

HONDO HONDO HONDO

Not a fan of his redesign but he's still in character so I don't care lmao

I hope Hondo does get to meet Lando one day

Hondo and Ezra's bond is honestly such a great thing to watch blossom lmao

chopper is such a mad dawg

Hondo calling Obi-Wan his best friend is so bittersweet

I also appreciate that he's still pretty good with kids

Rex must be so sick of Hondo's shit at this point lmao

#leshi star wars rewatch #star wars #star wars rebels #zeb orrelios #kanan jarrus #seventh sister #fifth brother #hera syndulla #hondo ohnaka #captain rex #leshi speaks

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fandomz-brainrot · 1 year

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Any ghostface killer x male reader smut (drabble?)

Ghostface x male reader (SMUT!!)

Cw/trigger warning: attempted murder (reader turns the tables), cnc, dacryphilia (however you spell it, the tears fetish thing), very mild knife play, degrading, mild bruising, unprotected sex, rough sex, slight begging, ghostface gets RAILED, implied amab reader

Wrote this so it could apply to any ghostface killer, they/them pronouns used for ghostface and no names used so knock yourself out dawg

its also really short, and formatting and punctuation might be off bc i wrote this in fucking snapchat captions

Literally just my thoughts spewed out, unedited

Imagine

Ghostface killer coming at me with a knife. I grab their wrist and pin them to the wall. Their grip on their knife loosens, and I snatch it from them. "Not so scary now, huh? What's it like to be the prey instead of the predator?" Theyre breathing Heavily. Panting. I pull them back, flipping them around and twisting their arm to pin it behind their back. Shove them down on to the bed. Fuck the living shit out of them, their own knife to their throat. I hear them moan, pant, whimper with the Voice changer still on. I shove myself farther in to them, pressing their face against the bed. The mask slips off slightly. "And so the killers identity is revealed. How would the press react, hmm? Knowing that the latest ghostface killer was so Easily overpowered. Getting fucked like a little bitch by their own victim. Fucking pathetic." They let out a small, strangled whimper. "Hnng... f-fuck you..." "no, love, that's what I'm doing to you" a sharp snap of my hips, feeling myself sink deep Into their guts. Their body tenses, their breaths coming out in short gasps. Another sharp snap of my hips, this one even harsher, my grip leaving bruises on their wrist. I press the knife I have to their throat firmer against them, tilting their head up slightly. Their back arches, a loud moan tearing from their throat. I keep myself buried inside of them as I lean down to whisper in their ear. They're letting out pathetic little whimpers and mewls, tears in their eyes and rolling down Their cheeks from the pain and relentless stimulation. "And they're loving every second of it" I growl i their ear. They let out a shaky moan, their breaths ragged. "Hah~ y-yes sir,, p-please, sir" they whimper pathetically, moving their hips Desperately for more friction.

#scream #scream movies #scream fanfic #scream oneshot #ghostface #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x reader #smut #scream smut #scream x male reader smut #ghostface x male reader smut #x male reader #fanfic #x male y/n #x reader #fanfiction

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fried-eggs152 · 29 days

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Two days ago I just made the most outrageous

Blind sighting

Gut wrenching.

Anxiety shit inducing

manipulative-murder(ish)-phineas au

WHAT THE FUCK?? DAWG HE HAS SHIT HE SHOULDNT HAVE HES 9? POOR FERB??

I can’t believe I’m flabbergasted what my brain came up with but probably because my parents just went through a rough patch and I’m in the god dam cross fire

So I’m gonna draw it :3

#phineas and ferb #pnf #phineas flynn #pnf phineas #pnf ferb #ferb fletcher #au #PNF au #phineas au #what the fuck

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calmthefuckdownalright · 1 year

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Hello! I have an idea for a fic! Maybe simpbur was cursed by a witch to turn into a dog and the reader finds him and takes him in thinking he's just a normal dog. Sometime goes by simpbur gets attached like he always does, and by this time reader has full on said "know what Im keeping you! " Then simpbur turns back into a human but doesn't tell the reader that he was a human before so he could get away with things he could do as a dog. Like licking = kissing and clambering into readers lap like he's a lap dog (he was to big as a dog and he still is now) and asking for head pats constantly. And reader just assumes it's because he used to be a dog, so they are slowly trying to teach him how to human. Sorry if this is confusing or too long, I've had this idea for a while and I don't know how to write it.2 Replies

Oh we love some puppy eyed Simpbur yessir. I'm getting non-Stockholm syndrome Beauty and the Beast vibes. ✨

Title: All Bark No Bite Part 1

Pairing: Momentarily Cursed Simpbur x GN!Reader

(Female is implied but no pronouns used)

Warnings: mention of getting high, stitching (very brief), drinking, bar fights, cussing

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Simpbur

To put it simply, it was not hard for Wilbur to piss people off. Specifically guys and the occasional lesbian when he accidentally stared a little too long at someone he thought good looking or pretty.

"Hey Puppy Face! Keep your eyes to yourself or you'll lose em!"

"Oi! Puppy Love! Eyes off my girl!"

The phrase 'Puppy' was often thrown around in his mocking or beatings. His local clinic knew him by name and the nurses all knew the man they called Simpbur.

"Jeez dawg, gotta keep your eyes to yourself before you end up in the hospital rather than here." Wilbur's current nurse, a friend of his named Alex Quackity, slurred his words.

"Are you drunk?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow and winced as the needle poked into his split skin.

"Nah man. Maybe a little high but that was hours ago I'm fine." Nurse Quackity smiled relaxed and carried on with Wilbur's stitches along his arm.

Wilbur wasn't sure as to how secure Quackity's stitches were and decided to just go for a few drinks before going home to his apartment. His body ached as he spotted a beautiful woman walking from a pub. The Bottomless Bottle to be exact. Wilbur had been there countless times due to it only being a few blocks from his apartment.

"Evening Wil." The bartender, a dark headed guy people called Sapnap for casual and the drunkards called Fireball for his signature drink.

"Hey Sap. Just a beer right quick. Nothing much tonight." Wilbur grumbled and sat at the bar on a stool.

"Aww did the Simp get his shit rocked again?" Sapnap teased and Wilbur shot him a glare. The stitch on his arm and the obvious black eye was evidence enough he had indeed 'gotten his shit rocked.'

"Can it and just give me the damn bottle, prick." Wilbur growled. Sapnap sent him a shit-eating grin and handed over the beer while scribbling something onto a notepad labeled on that particular page "Simp's Tab."

"So, who was it this time. Straight or gay?" Sapnap leaned over the table and folded his arms under his chest.

"Straight. Bastard wasn't even dancing with her." Wilbur admitted and took a sip of the foul alcohol in his hand.

"Hips?" Sapnap pressed. Wilbur and him had played this game so many times.

"They definitely did not lie lets just say that." Wilbur flushed just thinking about the dancer he'd seen last night. A light haired woman with a thin waist and charming smile. Beauty in her own and all alone on the dance floor. Wilbur had gotten up to ask her to dance before getting his face clocked and his arm scratched up by some buff ass biker dude who was not thrilled at his advances.

"Sounds like a rough night." Sapnap chuckled and cleaned a glass to perfection.

"No kidding." Wilbur winced as his stitches protested to him flexing his arm as to not make it cramp.

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The night was long and after four beers and several glasses of fancy alcohol Wilbur couldn't remember the name of he decided to go home. He paid off a portion of his tab and headed our before the evening rush came in.

Darkness swelled around the city streets and Wilbur stuffed his buzzing hands into his pockets, stiffening at the chill resting in the air. He looked down at his feet and blew clouds of breath that met his nose and smelled of putrid alcohol and despair.

"God you're a sad sight." A voice uttered in front of him and Wilbur looked up just in time to run into someone blocking his path. In his drunken state he didn't quite realize the situation until he was flat on his back with a weight on his chest.

"Oh hello." Wilbur slurred as his vision swirled the image of what appeared to be a woman on top him. "This is a bit forward don't you think?" He smiled and what appeared to be disgust lit up on the woman's face.

"Ugh! Creep! Where are your manners?!" The stranger climbed off Wilbur and he got to his own feet shakily, shaking out his head in an attempt to clear it. "Filthy dog. Someone ought to put you in your place!" She shrieked and Wilbur almost fell again when he was suddenly being dragged along by his arm.

"Woah hey I'm not that type of guy Miss-" Wilbur started but soon the world went dark and everything changed drastically.

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Wilbur woke up. As a dog. In a filthy alleyway with no memory of what just happened.

"What in the-" He tried to speak but everything came out as a bark and growl. He was startled and sat back on his new hindlegs. Everything was shaky as he realized what had happened.

"I have a tail?! And a snout?! And FUR?!" he spun in circles as his head spun with the thoughts. Wilbur growled and frightened himself at his own new voice. What was happening?! How did this happen?

His new Canine mind ran through everything that could've resulted in this. Maybe he was dreaming or some voodoo shut had been put in his drink.

No, it was that woman. The woman that called him sad and got pissed at him for HER falling onto HIM! Wilbur snarled and left the alleyway with his head low. He stumbled on his paws a little and it took a second to get used to the feeling of straight concrete under him.

Wilbur walked to the apartment building he stayed in. Or was supposed to be staying in but it appeared all his clothes had gone missing in the event of his form changing.

"When I find that bitch witch I better get my shit back." Wilbur growled and arrived at the door to his apartment. It was pretty easy to sneak in when you were a cute fluffy brown canine. Wilbur looked at himself in windows as he walked past the counter where most checked in and almost took a double take.

He was fucking adorable!!! Granted he himself preferred cats when it came down to the wire, as a dog Wilbur was damn cute.

Needless to say it was a shit idea to try and get into his apartment without keys and as a four legged creature.

"This is pointless. Might as well start eating out of the trash now." Wilbur let out a whine and let his head hang. What did dogs even do? Especially strays. He'd never seen one in the city although most of the time his vision was fucked over by a swollen eye or swirling from alcohol. Hardly ever did Wilbur go out sober or uninjured by the time he came home.

"Hey there, you lost little guy?" A kind voice broke his pity as Wilbur padded down the street again. Wilbur looked up and was quite possibly met with the single most beautiful person he'd seen yet.

"Don't worry buddy, I won't hurt you." You smiled at him and stretched out a hand to scratch behind his ears and Wilbur swears he'd never felt something so heavenly. Wilbur instinctively leaned into your hand and it caused a chuckle to escape you.

He might've died a little inside as his scruffy tail started to swish back and forth.

"Have you got a home? Or maybe a name?" You asked and Wilbur whined first then a bark hoping you would understand his form of confirmation to the name question. He would hate for him to find the person responsible for his change in appearance and you be calling him something like Spot the entire time.

"Well what's your name then?" You asked with a bright smile and Wilbur jumped up slightly to signify you to follow him. You did and he trotted to the only place he could think of where he might have his name written somewhere. The Bottomless Bottle on his tab.

"A pub? No offense buddy but I don't think you're eligible for a drink at this hour." You laughed and Wilbur's dog face split into a grin. You were so perfect. Your laugh, your humor, your beauty and kindness. He could feel himself falling and falling fast and he'd hardly known you for an hour.

Shit maybe he did have Puppy Love.

Wilbur barked and urged you inside. Sapnap was working the counter again and Wilbur barked at him as you both walked in.

"Oh hey there. The dog yours?" Sapnap waved at you and Wilbur struggled down a growl as his face seemed to turn a little red.

"No, I found him on the street. No collar or anything. I asked him if he had a name, which I know sounds ridiculous, but he led me here." You responded with a smile. Wilbur's tail tagged furiously as he crept past Sapnap and jumped up to the counter where a notepad sat with scribbled names and tabs set up.

"Have you seen him before?" Wilbur heard you ask Sapnap and he barked with a growl close by to attract the bartender's attention.

"No can't say I have. What do you want with my notepad boy?" Sapnap quickly answered and flipped open the writing pad. Wilbur snatched it into his teeth and cringed internally at the feeling of the cardboardish cover against his tongue. The paper smelled of old alcohol and smoke.

He nosed up another page and barked once he recognized his own name and the numerous tally marks and numbers under it. Another cringe.

"Wilbur? Is he you owner?" Sapnap scoffed and patted Wilbur's between the ears. Wilbur barked at him seeming as that was as close to confirmation of his name as he was going to get.

"Who's Wilbur?" You asked and Wilbur's trotted to you side, nuzzling his nose under your hand.

"A regular of mine. He's pretty out of it usually so maybe he forgot to lock his door and his dog got out." Sapnap shrugged. Wilbur huffed in relief that he didn't say anything embarrassing.

"Oh...well where does he live?" You asked and Wilbur begged Sapnap to not give it away. His apartment was a mess and the last thing he needed was for you to think he abandoned his dog...well himself technically.

"Can't say I know. Man's pretty private about everything." Sapnap sighed and went back to cleaning a glass behind the bar. Wilbur barked again and hopped up on his hind legs, realizing his mistake and nearly falling. You were there beside him as he steadied himself and he nuzzled his snout into your palm.

You quickly obliged to pet him for a moment before crouching down and looking into his dog eyes. The moment was surreal and Wilbur knew if he was human he would've kissed you in such a time.

"What do you say you come home with me and we'll come down here everyday to see if Wilbur has tried looking for you." You offered sweetly and Sapnap shrugged reluctantly. Wilbur darted forward and rubbed his face alongside your legs as you stood up, clearly on board with the idea.

"Still don't know his name." Sapnap pointed out and Wilbur tapped onto the notepad again desperately. Please don't call him Spot was all he could think of.

"Well he seems to like the name Wilbur." You chuckled and Wilbur barked joyously to which Sapnap shushed him. Wilbur returned it with a growl and smirking face.

"Alright, name the dog after his owner then. Who am I to judge?" Sapnap huffed and you left with Wilbur trailing after happily.

You lived in the Apartment Building down the street from him. Pets were allowed and you introduced him to the landlord which he reluctantly let pet him. Landlords he wasn't fond of. Especially when his liked to collect rent early.

"Go explore now then Wilbur." You said and pushed open the door. Wilbur was tempted to just step in and start roaming but realized how un-dog-like that would seem. So,he pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed. He sneezed a few times from the sheer amount of smells that flooded his head but kept along with sniffing and occasionally licking a few things.

"What do ya think?" You said and plopped down onto the couch in your living room. Wilbur barked in response and lept onto the couch next to you, crawling into your lap. His head rested onto your thighs and he almost fell asleep there. Everything was so perfect already.

Maybe being a dog wouldn't be so bad afterall...

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Part 2 will be out soon! I've got Laryngitis right now and feel like sit so I'll try and get it done asap! Hope you enjoyed 💛💛

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