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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Want You

18+ Minors dni

Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss. I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.

Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really.

Word count: 1.6k

The best part is Sharon was so certain Bucky would never chose you. Bucky had a type and it wasn’t you so imagine her surprise when he’s completely smitten by you. And by surprised, I mean complete and utter denial.

She figured it’s just a phase, maybe Bucky is bored, wants to try something new and soon or later, he’ll come to his sense and dump you, it’s just a matter of time.

Except.

The way he is with you is unlike anything else. PDA galore and this is from the man who retches at physical touch.

Bucky’s hands are always on you and the more comfortable het gets, the friskier his touches become. He has you on his lap during movie night, one hand up your shirt, softly stroking your skin. His arms are wrapped around you, cuddling you to his chest like a teddy bear, not giving a shit what movie is on.

All he cares about is cuddling his girl in his arms at all times.

He gets pouty. Sharon nearly loses her shit when she sees how soft he is for you. You can’t even get up and get a drink of water without him trailing behind you or jutting his bottom lip out when you tell him he can stay, you’ll just take a sec.

“But I can come with you”

“Bucky I’m just going to the kitchen”

“I’m coming with you”

His head rests on your shoulder as you make yourself some tea, his eyes closed, arms around you waist, he truly doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.

And the names. Any girl he’d been with before had only been referred to by name but with you?

“Good morning my baby”

“I missed you babygirl”

“Come cuddle with me bubba”

“How’s my babydoll”

“Where’s my baby” Sharon saw red the day he was going around looking for you, hardly realizing (nor giving a fuck) he didn’t use your name and just went around asking where his baby was. Everyone thought it was the absolute sweetest thing on the planet, love stuck Bucky, happily wandering looking for his babydoll (who was napping in his Henley on his bed). Sharon strongly disagreed.

All hell nearly breaks loose when she comes back from a temporary transfer. She figured Bucky’s infatuation would have died down by now. So imagine her surprise when she sees…

You were fast asleep on the couch, your back flush against his chest. Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck, his hand softly rubbing your little baby bump under your shirt. He couldn’t stop kissing you, giving you gently little kisses, careful not to wake you up while he caressed your tummy, he thought he was in love before but now it was in over drive.

Sharon considered quitting. Because it only gets worse.

You’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. He’s always carrying you. He won’t let your feet touch the ground, not when you’re having his baby. And fuck, he loves talking about it.

“I’m going to be a dad!”

“You think our baby will have super strength?”

“What do you mean I can’t get them a mini knife set”

He’s doting on you constantly, feeding you, rubbing your feet, kissing each of your toes before massaging up your calves. He never lets you shower alone, he’s always there to help you, making sure you don’t slip. He has you lay down on the soft sheets, grabbing your favourite lotion, his hands working in gentle circles, massaging it into your skin. He kisses your stretch marks, taking his time moisturizing your skin, his hands skimming over the little kicks; he loves feeling his little one move inside.

Sharon had a resignation letter ready (thought not submitted) after Bucky took his shirt off at the gym. He’d been shirtless plenty of times so she knew exactly what he looked like, memorizing every scar, and dip of his skin. So this was fucking new.

Bucky’s fists flew to the punching bag, his chest glistening with sweat, beading down his pecs, right over where he had your name tattooed, another tattoo dedicated to his little baby boy etched on his shoulder.

“Y-you got a tattoo?” She tried to give him a flirty smile, her hand coming to trace over the tattoo, her skin flushing in embarrassment when Bucky took a step back.

“Yeah” Bucky stuck to giving her one word answers, in utter disbelief she was still trying to make a move even after he’d had a baby with you.

“ Nice ink cyborg” Sam smirked, hoping to egg Sharon on, loving the way she angriliy huffed, trying to pretend she didn’t care.

“For my angels” Bucky smiled shyly, his cheeks blushing, this wouldn’t be the only piece he had for you.

Stop here if you just wanted some fluff. Continue if you want some spice.

Oh she doesn’t just over hear it. She saw it. It was her fault tbh.

You stayed back while the team had left for an international conference, leaving the entire compound free for just you and a certain super soldier. Sam’s sister had happily agreed to babysit for the weekend to give you both some alone time. And what a fucking time you had.

After learning Bucky wasn’t going, Sharon had managed to find a way to stay behind, figuring this would be the best time to get him alone, completely unaware that you were still at the compound. She did her makeup, throwing on a sheer dress and foregoing a bra, making her way down stairs…when she heard….the fuck?

The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the hall from the kitchen, pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips curled into a smirk, even if Bucky was fucking someone else, it was nice to know he wasn’t as loyal as everyone though. He clearly got bored of you, just waiting for the chance for you to leave before he could feel some type of satisfaction.

She crept down the hall, nearly collapsing, watching the both of you, stark naked, fucking on the kitchen counter. Bucky had thrown off all your clothes, bending you over the island, his palm pressing in between your shoulder blades, against the cold marble.

“Y-you like this, huh baby, you love daddy’s cock filling you up? Smile for the camera mama, lemme see that pretty little face”

Sharon felt light headed, noticing Bucky’s phone propped up, his hand coming to tug your hair, your eyes rolling all the way back. Bucky spanked you, causing you to cry out before coming down to kiss your shoulder, thrusting into you harder.

“Look at how fucked out you are baby, how you gonna handle my cum princess, already so fucking gone” Bucky groaned, his cock throbbing as you moaned, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Gonna put another baby in you mama, fuck, can’t wait to see you pregnant again” Bucky’s balls felt heavy, slapping against your clit with each stroke.

“J-J-ames!” You cried out feeling the band tighten in your belly, your orgasam approaching you hard and fast.

“Mmm say my name doll, say my fucking name” He snarled, pulling his cock out, throwing you over his shoulder, moving to the dining table.

There’s no way…he wouldn’t actually…oh fuck. Sharon didn’t know why she didn’t just leave but she couldn’t look away as Bucky set up his phone again. He carefully crawled on top of you, right in the middle of the table (thank fuck for Stark technology, it was built to withstand just about anything), spreading your legs, slamming into you in a single stroke.

“Kinky little baby, wasn’t this your fantasy princess? For me to fuck you right on the dining table” Bucky let out a dark chuckle, brining your thighs up higher so he could hit a deeper angle. You nearly sobbed, your head thrown back against the table as he slammed into you, his hand cradling your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“James I-I’m gonna-

“I know mama, squeeze my cock baby, milk it, take my cum” Bucky moaned, nipping and biting your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake. “There’s so much cum baby, gonna make such a mess all over the table”

“JAMES” You clawed at his back feeling his hand come down to play with your clit, his pace growing sloppy.

“Babygirl….m’gonna knock you up baby, you want daddy’s cum?”

“Wan’ daddy’s cum Bucky, wan’ it!” You whined and cried out, your walls spasming around him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started to fill you, his cum leaking out of you, dripping through your folds and onto the table.

“So. Much. Cum mama, its so fucking much” Bucky whimpered, his sensitive cock still throbbing in your silky walls. “Fuck, I love you” He grinned down at you, letting his body relax for a bit, as you played with his hair. He let his phone continue recording, he loved these moments just as much.

The whole compound was a mess. Bucky had spilled his cum into you in the gym, the showers, the balcony, the lab, the elevator, and finally in your room, under the covers, his hips slowly rolling against you, taking his time to savour your body.

Sharon moves to a different department. But it didn’t help. Imagine her surprise when she sees Bucky’s arms full of babies, a little toddler on his shoulder, sleeping twins in both arms, with you by his side, your hand resting on your little baby bump.

Of course she’s still waiting for the day where he’ll lose interest.

And he never does.

Not on the day you got married.

Not on the day you had your fourth baby.

Not on the day you had your fifth.

Not today.

Not ever.

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ostiviawrites · 10 months

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I just, I have so many feelings about the Nimona movie. It had such a good portrayal of oppression and discrimination. Also the trans allegory and how Nimona only referenced themself by their name was chefs kiss.

The way the director described her dream perfectly describes the mindsets of people who truly believe they are doing the right thing. (ie. We need to protect our children and the future) . But that doesn't excuse the fact that you are actually causing harm while trying to justify your actions, literal mass murder!

This movie is also a brilliant example of nepotism in authority via the knights. The fact that everyone hated Ballister because they only saw him as a commoner and didn't believe he was worthy or skilled enough despite proving himself to be capable. The portrayal of Ballister as poc and the rest of the knights as white (as far as I can tell) also points out the racism depicted in the justice system.

This is the perfect let's overthrow the government type of movie and includes so many real world problems perfectly.

#netflix nimona #nimona netflix #nimona movie #nimona #nimona spoilers #nimona said trans rights #Nimona deep dive #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius

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honnelander · 7 months

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go fish! part 4 snippet

i wanted to share a small piece of go fish! part 4 with everyone!! you've all been waiting patiently and i can tell this is going to be a long one so...here's a small piece! (this thing is going to be a BEAST. probably the longest thing i'd have ever written for tumblr)

(disclaimer: this work is unfinished, unedited, and can also not make it into the final product (even though i’m very certain it will))

You were such a coward.

In your mind, there was no other way to describe yourself and your pattern of recent behavior. Ever since your um, realization at the bar weeks ago, you’ve been avoiding Sanji as best you could.

Normally, you’d both conveniently end up alone together or seek the other one out like magnets, but ever since you had admitted to yourself that you were in fact, in love with the blonde chef and not just crushing on him anymore, you were finding it harder and harder to keep your feelings under wraps.

With every wink, smile, and flirty jab directed at you by the charismatic blonde, you felt your resolve weaken by the day. All you wanted to do was grab him by the lapels of his suit jacket and kiss him until you both needed air; you wanted to drown yourself in him and whisper how much you loved him, spilling your heart out to the man you were in love with but you just....couldn’t.

Besides the fact he probably didn’t return your affections, you couldn’t risk compromising the crew’s dynamic. There was just too much on the line, so you just had to keep your feelings to yourself, as much as it pained you. Every night before you went to bed, you reminded yourself that this was just how life was.

Since you couldn’t confess your feelings, that left you with only one other option: avoid him as much as you could without being weird. But that was easier said than done.

“Care for a cold drink, my love?” Sanji asked you one hot day as you and the crew were playing poker, or trying to at least, as he held a chilled glass bottle of water in his hands with a couple of empty glasses.

The game turned into more of ‘Nami teaching everyone but Zoro on how to play’, but you’d all been out here what felt like forever and you, Luffy, and Usopp were still as confused as ever.

You looked up from the cards in your hand to see Sanji looking down at you with an expectant smile, his blue eyes twinkling with an emotion you still didn't quite understand. The whole scenario felt like DeJa'Vu.

You noticed that look in his eye whenever you’d make eye contact with him as of late, but you just brushed it off. The last thing you needed for your delusions and heartbreak was to think that Sanji could possibly love you too.

“No thanks,” you replied, brushing him off and looking back down at your hand, trying to ignore the flutter in your heart at one of his nicknames for you. “I’m good.”

At your response, Nami, Usopp, and Zoro all looked up simultaneously, quickly looking at you then to Sanji with raised eyebrows. You never turned down one of Sanji’s offers.

The only person to not react was Luffy, as oblivious as ever. “What are you talking about y/n?” the straw hat captain asked as he rearranged the cards in his hand, not looking at you. “You just said you were thirsty a couple of minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well...” you trailed off, shifting in your seat, your cheeks heating up at being caught and called out in a lie. “I, uh, I’m not, anymore.”

At your lame response, all eyes turned to look at you, sans Luffy’s, as a beat of silence passed.

Ever the instigator, Usopp broke the awkward silence first. “You sure about that y/n?” he asked nonchalantly as he turned his attention back to his cards. “You looked a little flushed.”

“Yeah,” Zoro agreed casually, placing his cards face down on the table as he rubbed his jaw. “You look like you could use a drink y/n.”

“In fact, you look so flushed, that poor Sanji came all the way out here from the kitchen just so he could take care of you by hand-delivering you a cold glass of water, and you still turn him down? Oof,” Usopp clicked his tongue and shook his head once. “That’s cold.”

“Ice-cold,” Zoro quipped without missing a beat.

You looked up from your hand, opening your mouth to tell them off when Nami spoke before you could.

“I’ll take a glass of water, Sanji. Thank you,” Nami quickly intervened, giving the bantering men a sharp look.

“I’ll take one too, my good man,” Luffy piped up, raising a finger in the air and looking at Sanji.

Sanji stood there for a moment, looking at you completely baffled before snapping out of his daze. He blinked a few times in confusion, letting out a small huff, his smile faltering slightly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure thing. Of course,” he replied, placing the glasses and filling them up and handing them out.

“Hey, waiter? Could I get a beer instead?” Zoro asked Sanji as he placed a cold glass of water in front of Luffy.

“Oo- could I get a beer too?” Usopp quickly interjected.

“Uh, sure,” Sanji replied before placing a glass of water in front of Nami, saying in a softer tone, “Here you go Madam.” The blonde cook straightened up slightly, capping the glass water bottle and picking up the now spare empty glasses. Sanji looked down at you, a brow slightly raised as he asked you in a slightly disbelieving tone, “And nothing for you, Missus?”

At hearing the nickname, your heart skipped a beat. But you still couldn’t look at him. “Nope. I’m good Sanji, thanks.”

At your dismissal, Sanji sucked on his teeth, nodding once. “Alright...got it.” He exhaled slightly. “I’ll, uh, be right back with the beers,” he said dejectedly before turning on his heel and making his way back towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m not really understanding this whole ‘poker’ thing,” Luffy said, putting his cards face up on the table. “What if we play slapjack instead?” he asked brightly, looking around the table.

Zoro scoffed. “I haven’t played slapjack since I was a kid.”

“How about we play go fish instead?” Usopp asked.

“I am not playing go fish. Now that game is for children,” Zoro quickly rebuked, like he was insulted at the idea of playing such a stupid game. After a beat, the swordsman smirked as he said, “Which makes sense why you’d want to play, Usopp, since you’re a child yourself-”

“Hey!” Usopp whined. “Just because I drink chocolate milk for breakfast sometimes doesn’t make me-”

At the sound of the boys’ bickering, Nami tuned them out. Instead of listening to their pointless arguing, she couldn’t help but watch a despondent Sanji disappear from the deck. It looked like it was time to have another talk with him.

#go fish! au #snippet #opla!sanji x reader #sanji x reader #no taglist sorry- since it's only a snippet!

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infamous-if · 1 year

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Are there any IFs you'd recommend? I have a demo hangover from yours and need to do something while I wait for Chapter 2 (begging for it)

*rubs palms*

M (@mwritesc) has recently released the demo to Cyprus and it is a gem! Her writing is mind blowing and so vivid.

@reapersbayif by @dakotawritesif ! I feel like I made my love for Striker known by now shshsh their writing truly comes to life. And they are so so nice.

@greatprotector-if ! The one word I can use to describe Cassian's writing is cozy. Like a warm hug <3

@fateunwritten-if heyyy shadow whats up haha me? just hanging out and not obsessing over ur existence haha

@stephschoices is writing a naruto IF ! also steph's art is awesome cries

@jaunefleurwrites if you want your heart squeezed and squished (in the best way) A World Without You is your jam

@zico-if Zico recently published the rewritten version of the demo and I was levitating reading it! Also how specific and abundant the customization is? awesome.

@unwilling-souls-if one name: Xander and the concept is so unique and fun like wow

@kalorphic's Novaturient. Agent X is everything to me yup

@coeluvr's Crown of Ashes and Flames. I love me some angst and drama and the opportunities for both are chefs kiss

@thegrandheist-if i love me some heists also i love the whole traveling back in time trope. it's one of my favs.

THERE'S A LOT MORE but I've truly become attached to these stories and characters and I am such a fan! Not only are they great writers but such great people! I recommend them allll

Edit: also yes I’m ready to have brainrot over wayhaven in 2 days

#other ifs #recs #yes my reviewing skills need work #i am a narrative writer not a critic or reviewer OKAY

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hoosurdaddy · 1 year

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Post Covid!Kenny NSFW headcannons.

Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader.

Triggers: 18+, smut all over. Smut throughout. Pt2??

NOTE!!!: I can’t find a gif of Kenny during post covid therefore I am using @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter. This is THEIR work and THEIR design. All credit goes to them. Their work is incredible I would 100% recommend checking it out. Once again, the picture of Kenny is NOT MINE, it is @.SPFKymanCartyle on Twitter.

NSFW Headcannons:

* Kenny for real, has a size kink and loves manhandling you and throwing you into every position he can. However, he only does that when he’s 100% sure he won’t hurt you. Kenny will literally be fucking you against the wall then throw you onto the bed.

* Kenny adores you. He would 100% body worship you in every single way. Kenny is so grateful for you and he wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t allow himself to indulge in you fully.

* If you’ve long hair, Kenny loves pulling your hair into a ponytail and guiding your mouth up and down his cock. He loves stroking your hair all the while he controls how long he wants to last. If not, Kenny would adore fucking your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. Ughh, imagine his moans as he fucks your mouth. Kenny could of died happily when he came home from a stressful day of work to see you, naked, with your mouth opened and on your knees, ready for your mouth to be fucked.

* “That’s my girl.” Kenny smirked as he pulled your hair into a makeshift pony. “How did I get so lucky??”

* Kenny has nicknames for you, but his favourite is “baby girl” 🤍

* “You like my big cock inside you, baby girl?”

* I feel like Kenny isn’t really into Dom/sub, however, I think Kenny is more on the Dom side of things?? Like idk how to describe it. Anyways, Kenny has a need to protect and pleasure you. It’s his pussy and he’ll do what he wants. 🤷‍♀️

* Kenny is the furthers thing from a gentleman, he will leave marks everywhere and anywhere you want him too (well where he wants) especially in the heat of the moment, Kenny will leave dark bruises all down your neck, breasts, thighs, hips, ass, etc. good luck wearing shorts or skirts during the summer.

* Tends to grunt rather than moan but hearing him saying your name in his deep voice is just chef kiss.

* Loves loves love doggy style. Kenny loves looking at your ass as he fucks you from behind. He loves pulling you back onto him, holding you there for a few seconds before going back to thrusting and repeating.

* Also really really really loves you riding him. Kenny would have one had holding your ass and another going between your tits. He enjoys thinking you have control but he would easily flip you over in two seconds.

* I feel like Kenny has a bit of a dumbification kink?? Idk why. But since Kenny has all this money, and is buying you nice clothes, he enjoys the thought of you dressing like a complete slut for him and pretending to be stupid when he asks you a simple question. Kenny takes pride in his smart girl but sometimes he’s needs to fuck his smart girl dumb.

* I feel aswell that Kenny might have a breeding kink but doesn’t want kids (just yet??). Idk I’m a bit iffy on this. But he would finger his cum back into you to be safe ✌️🤍

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“Oh fuck! Kenny.” You whined as his hips thrusted up to meet yours as you rode him. You throw your head back, bouncing up and down to meet him. Between the pain of the overstimulation and pleasure, you knew Kenny wasn’t letting up just yet.

“Kenny! I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, and Kenny began thrusting into your cunt harder. Your cunt clenched around Kenny’s cock, despite the burning in your legs and tummy from bouncing on Kenny’s cock, you swear you were to explode.

Kenny grunted before spilling into you, and continued to fuck you through your high as your moans and whines of your orgasm got louder before you plopped down ontop of Kenny, panting, him still inside you. The two of you laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from eachothers bodies. It wasn’t long until you felt Kenny getting hard once again along with the burning kisses he left on your neck, you knew you were in for a long night.

#post covid!south park #post covid!Kenny McCormick x reader #post covid!Kenny McCormick #post covid!Kenny McCormick smut #South Park x reader #south park imagines #kenny mccormick #kenny McCormick x reader

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hyperactivewhore · 3 months

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hi I love your blog we have very much the same opinions in everything except klamille is my favourite klaus ship and klaurora is second

I have been trying to enjoying klaus fics or any tvdu fics on wattpad but every thing I have read so far doenst show the characters accurately which is very annoying

I was hoping and want to request if you could give me some recommendations on fics on wattpad that are good. (Mainly klaus but any love interest would be good)

could you please give a short summary/review so far of any recommendation you give so I don’t waste time starting one only to not like ir

sorry if I am sounding rude English is not my first language but I can read it fully thank I you very much

Don't worry, you're not sounding rude at all, if anything you actually sound really sweet. I'm glad we share some opinions and I'm really honored you came to me for some suggestions.

I haven't read long fanfictions in a while outside works in ao3, I left Wattpad a few time ago but I'll still try my best, tho I'm not very good at giving summaries. Fair warning these are mainly fanfics I've read in Archive of Our Own, not Wattpad, but I hope it's not a problem. If it annoys you, send me an ask and I'll give you some Wattpad recommendations!

Patisserie (ao3, poly Mikaelson siblings x original female character, no incest) by @wickedlyemma:

Stats: (published: 2020-12-29), (completed: 2023-03-12), (words: 154,943), (chapters: 45/45), (comments: 4,385), (kudos: 8,469), (bookmarks: 1,799), (hits: 279,967)

Tags: Polyamory, Sugar Daddy, Self-Indulgent, Explicit Sexual Content, No Incest, Slow Burn, Not Canon Compliant

Summary:

I think we've all read those kind of tvdu fanfics where the main character is a teenager, usually related to the Gilbert or the Forbes, still in high school and who suddenly stops trying to make a life for herself just because she gets dragged into the supernatural world. Well, Patisserie is the opposite of that. For once, the main character isn't a teen but an adult around her twenties, who works at a bakery and is completely unaware of the supernatural world until Klaus decides to change that.

The slow burn is is truly worthy of a chef's kiss, the way the author describes and writes the Mikaelson is just so on point it hurts. Their family dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but it's as fucked up as it is in the show, which it's something not many authors can accomplish. The way they behave around the main character, a simple human, it's so amusing because they truly know nothing despite their age and she's just so easy to relate to, because for once the oc is not ridiculously overpowered.

The way we perceive the Mikaelson and the vampire world from a human pov is truly interesting, how she copes with all of it and eventually learns to love all of them individually while being aware of the danger is so well done. Kol and her, as well as her relationship with Klaus, are particularly interesting to read, especially considering how they all behaved around her at the beginning and especially because both of them are the most dangerous members of their family. They are all selfish creatures, and I love how it shows the more their relationships with her develop.

Apotheosis (ao3, Klaus x original female character) by atriums;

Stats: (published: 2022-01-01), (completed: 2022-12-13), (words: 158,264), (chapters: 31/31), (comments: 606), (kudos: 1,817), (bookmarks: 491), (hits: 69,472)

Tags: POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sexual Content, Devoted Reader, Author Rejects Canon and Substitutes It with Their Own, Cannibalistic Werewolf Cults, Nobody Is Good But Also Nobody Is Evil, These Characters are Flawed and Problematic (Probably), This Fic is Not a Bastion for Healthy Characters and Relationships, Reader/OC Especially, Reader/OC can be any ethnicity

Summary;

You know those fanfics who fix (almost) everything problematic in canon? Apotheosis does exactly that. In this story, Klaus isn't a complete irredeemable character for once, but he also isn't half as bad as his canon version, and due to the oc being a werewolf, this fanfic does expand on his werewolf side a little more than The Vampire Diaries or The Originals ever did. His family and him actually have a healthy bond, and Finn gets the recognition he deserves for once.

The story is set in season three of TVD, exactly when Klaus and Stefan are trying to make hybrids for his pack, and in a ironic plot twist, Klaus decides to take you with him when you're still a werewolf after you say you're not worthy to be a hybrid, at least not yet.

Her devotion to him is completely endearing and I absolutely love how Klaus actually cares for his pack, especially because they're all canonical characters who were killed way too quickly. Her relationships with the members of their pack are so well written, and this fanfic it's the perfect mix of humour and seriousness. It has a ongoing sequel, which I just adore. I warn you though, all the characters have several differences from their canon versions.

Twisted Obsession (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by rocket-queen98;

Stats: Originals, M, English, Romance & Angst, chapters: 16, words: 59k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: May 6, 2023 published: Aug 13, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] Elijah M., Hope M.

Summary;

Lola is one of the most adorable mc I've read. She is human and around nineteen, if I remember correctly, and just a sweet girl and adorable. She's introduced into the supernatural world thanks to baby Hope, who is just the cutest, due to her needing a mother figure now that Hayley wasn't present in her life thanks to the curse placed on her.

Her relationship with Hope is my favorite part of the whole fanfic. She doesn't suddenly turn into her mother, she doesn't intend to either, but rather becomes her best friend and Klaus and her develop a bond thanks to this. The way father and daughter interact is so heartwarming too, the subtle hints of them being werewolves, and seeing a main character having a good relationship with her father for once is a good turn, especially in tvd fanfics.

It's clear Klaus and Lola have something going on, even if they won't admit out loud, but for some reason the people around them give the impression they don't actually want them to date. There is implications something more fucked up than usual is going on with Klaus and his relationships, and I'm pretty sure him and Cami were a thing in this fic too. Surprisingly, Hayley and Cami aren't turned into absolute bitches, but there is Jackson bashing though.

The Girl in the Forest (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by noblecrescent;

Stats: Originals, T, English, Mystery & Romance, chapters: 30, words: 311k+, favs: 232, follows: 176, updated: Feb 19, 2017 published: Jan 23, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] [Elijah M., Camille O'Connell]

Summary;

This fanfic is a tetralogy of books set in The Originals, I read those fanfics a while ago so forgive me for any mistake. Maleny is a witch who was cursed, if I remember correctly, and was constantly body-jumping every short time.

In one of her lives, she met Klaus and they fell in love, but she died, if I'm not wrong, and they end up meeting again in New Orleans time later where he has a child on the way and a kingdom to conquer.

I can't remember a lot more without giving you spoilers, but it's worth checking it out!

Now, I'll give no more summaries because I honestly don't remember a lot of the next fanfics, but it's your choice if you want to read them;

A Veil Between Love and Hate (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by MandalorianHybrid;

Stats: Originals, T, English, chapters: 57, words: 200k+, favs: 609, follows: 359, updated: Sep 15, 2019 published: Jan 30, 2014, [Klaus M., OC]

Summary; Another five books set in The Vampire Diaries, with a story that eventually moves to The Originals.

Allure (wattpad, Klaus x oc x Stefan) by @viavolterra;

Stats: 575k Readings, 20,5k Votes, 34 Chapters

Summary;

I just could not not recommend this fanfic. Mia comes to Mystic Falls to seek revenge after Damon kills her best friend Lexi, but she of course gets dragged by the problems in that little town.

The thing I like the most about Via's story is how there is no cliché: no bashing towards Tyler or Elena, Mia actually befriends them, Bonnie gets the recognition and love she deserves, Klaus doesn't suddenly turn into a different person just because he loves the oc, he continues to be a piece of shit, and how sweet and empathetic she is, not like those reused badass mc who are just rude.

I would recommend some more, but it's kinda hard to find fanfics with a good Klaus depiction. I'm pretty sure I left out a lot of amazing fanfics, though.

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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How about opla!sanji being completely in love with the reader the moment he sees them?

It just hits him, bam, love at first sight. He plans to marry them kinda moment. Maybe they are in need of rescue or part of a rival crew.

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi Anon ! Thank you for your request. I had so much fun writing it and playing with the idea of Sanji just planning his own wedding cake at the first of the reader. I assume by your use of Them that you wanted it gender neutral so I did my best and I hope you will like !

I though I knew love

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Gender neutral (Them)

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss - NSFW Casual

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love is a strange thing. Leading you to have affection for a thing, a pet, a person, multiple people at once, maybe, one more that another or felt head over heels for somebody at first sight.

Not that you could tell yourself. Your love life hadn’t nothing to be told if not the term “boring” was the best to describe it. You had ,of course, a certain attraction and affection for your previous partners, but in your experience, the big true love was only things existing in books and short stories.

However,the last thing you wanted to think about right now was love. The chain retraining your wrist was starting to get itchy, the little drop of water falling from the ceiling every ten seconds slowly gave you headaches and you could smell it in the air. The crew of Marines had become a little bit more nervous since they brought you a new cell companion, an unconscientious pretty orange haired girl. Maybe she would become your key to escape that rat hole of a ship.

As if your thought had summoned it, you suddenly heard the blast of cannon and the scream of an eminent battle. Your brain working at full speed, you immediately start to search for a way out of that damn cell. Never you will allow yourself to be caught again, neither by the marine ,who’s without no doubt will execute you, nor by those pirates. You didn’t escape the circus or Buggy to come back in this nightmare. You prefer to drown.

Kicking the door as hard as you can, targeting the rusty corner of the keyhole you abruptly stop when you hear heavy footsteps in the stairs and a face you had hoped never see again.

“ They finally caught you hm ? “ Zoro nagged you, taking a look at Nami who slowly was regaining consciousness. “ Welcome back, I'll get you out in a minute. I have to decide what we do with your little roommate here. ”

“ I suggest you let me go and forget my existence. I did what I did because I was in debt with Buggy, go hunt him down instead “ You replied,already knowing that the pirate hunter wasn’t the kind to let you go so easily.

“ I could, or you could win your freedom. Fight me and I'll let you go “ He offered, opening the door, but still blocking you the way.

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Sanji was right behind Zoro, clearing his part of the deck, kicking with all he had. Somewhere between a missing punch from a Marine and a successful attack of this part against a kneecap. He had nodded when his green hair crew member had informed him that he will go downstairs to help Nami. But, he hadn’t come back since and Sanji didn’t like it at all. How many times he will have to save the life of that ungrateful mosshead.

Getting down the stairs, the blond chef never passes the last step. What was in front of him was simply unreal.

Sanji, though he knew love, had felt love before. But, as you succeed to push Zoro in a full blast, he realizes that he, in fact, never felt it that way. Seeing you still enchained, but still so beautifully strong, trying to defend yourself as furiously as a tiger, with the only help of the loose chain of your restraints bracelet. Makes him feel as if he receives himself a punch in the guts. From somewhere he could hear the wedding bell and almost see the magnificent cake he will bake for the event.

Maybe a Lemon quatre-quart or a simple sponge vanilla cake with pieces of strawberry in it. Are roses will be too classic or a cascade of fresh tiger lily accros the cake would make it look to bold.

He sadly couldn’t finish his delicious pastry though. When, as in an attempt of escaping what could be a mortal blast, you enter in full collision with his body.

As you try to get up, your eyes finally meet his. In the most stressful moment of your life, you feel yourself caught in the bluest gaze you've ever seen. And just like that, the idea of love at first sight didn’t seem to you like some literature mirage.

“ Hello there “ Sanji smiled, laying under you, his head gently resting against a step, letting you free to decide your next move. Sure if you decided to step on him to break free, it would probably permanently break his heart, but if it would save your life, he will accept it gladly.

“Hi…” You nervously replied, trying, and failing pathetically to not smile with him.

“ Hey waiter, stay out of that ! The fight isn’t over come back here Y/N “ Zoro groan.

“ In fact I think we should all get out of here “ Nami declared, as a boom and a big crash came from upstairs.

Finally untangle yourself from the blond man, still on your guard in front of Zoro, but unable to snatch your gaze of Sanji. You nod of the head and proceed to get up the stairs.

The whole ship was a mess, every Marines on the deck was unconscious, the mainmast was down and as you can see, the only person still standing was a way too joyful young man wearing a straw hat.

“ Hey ! Did you find another crew member !? “ He asked, like if you aren’t still unchained and clearly under the dark gaze of Zoro.

“ More like a lot of Berries in warrant “ The young swordsman replied.

“ We can’t collect a warrant while being yourself a pirate Zoro and you had to admit it was a great fight you had. “ Nami contributed, offering you a smile. “ I was mostly unconscious but I heard you had escaped from Buggy, we are different, we could need your help in our crew.”

“ I will gladly welcome them in the crew if they want to join, “ Sanji answered, smiling at you, a tenderness you hadn’t fully understood in his eyes. “ I can’t wait to cook you your favorite meal.”

“ Well, I...if Zoro will not kill me in my sleep I guess that I will stick with you for a while. “ You answered, curious to discover the meaning of this strange feeling you felt earlier with the tall blond. And the woman, Nami, seems right. Even in the clown crew, you hadn’t seen nothing like their good chemistry.

“ Whatever “ The ex-pirate hunter mumbled, clearly not happy but ready to follow ,what you surprisingly guess, is his captain.

“ Yahoo ! I’m Monkey D. Luffy, we are the straw hat crew and I will be King of the Pirate ! Let’s get back to the ship, those handcuffs would be really uncomfortable ! “

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Later that night, free of your chain and well fed for the first time in a while, you stay a little longer in the kitchen.

Sitting at the table, the soft noise of Sanji cooking and the waves crashing against the hull . You absently dried the table knife you were previously cleaning.

“ Y/N can you try those and tell me which you prefer ?” Sanji gently asked you, putting in front of you two slices of cake.

A lemon quatre -quart and a vanilla sponge cake with strawberry pieces.

At first surprise, you gave them a try, not sure of the last time you had cake.

“ I can’t choose…They are both delicious ! “ You answered, finishing both slices. “ What is it for ?”

“ Oh it’s for an event I plan for the future…” He simply replied, taking away the empty plates. “When we will be ready”

You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was his soft smile when he was talking about that mysterious future plan or the gaze he was laying on you. But you couldn’t help yourself to feel your cheeks warming up a little, excited to discover more about that plan and which role you will play in it.

#opla!sanji x reader #sanji x reader #one piece netflix #opla #opla sanji #vinesmoke sanji x reader #one piece #one piece sanji #opla vinesmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji request #request #Taz Skylar

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eoieopda · 8 months

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[visual content blog recommendations]

we see fic recs all the time, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen rec lists for visual content (gif/art/gfx/etc.) creators! they’ve been dealing with a bunch of shit lately between reposts, tumblr garbage, etc., so i wanna shout-out some favorites. thank you for keeping us fed!!

disclaimer: this is not an exhaustive list!! if you have recommendations of your own, please feel free to expand on this yourself and/or drop some of your faves in the replies for others to see. self-promo is always welcome here, too ✨ p.s. some of these are recent finds for me, so pls expect to see more of them on my blog. eta: i will be adding more as i go!!

[bts]

@yooboobies — r��ka’s gif sets are *chef’s kiss* and the ART? omg. the talent!!! 😭 we simply have to simp.

@cordiallyfuturedwight — apart from being one of the coolest/funniest people i’ve found on army tumblr, i am a kayla stan because the niche themes for her gif sets (ex. bangtan turtlenecks series) feel like they’re made 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 even though they absolutely aren’t, lmao.

@hopeinthebox — the bts as reductress headline + incorrect bangtan series are probably my favorite pieces of content on the entire internet??? also, lizzy is absolutely gd hilarious. tags are 11/10. a blessing upon my dash.

@kimtaegis — i’m not visually artistic enough to say this in a way that makes sense, but annie’s gifs are just… stunning? like, the colors? idk about the process that goes into that, but i imagine it takes a lot of time/finesse to be this vivid.

@kithtaehyung — ryen is the renaissance man of army tumblr, fr. not only can she write (like!!!) but she’s multi-faceted and insanely creative with her graphic design. i want her to tutor me, lmao.

@raplinenthusiasts — ooohhhhh my god. the coloring of their gifs makes my brain go brrrrtttt. this bts x the office set is on my “always reblog” list; i’ll share it every time i come across it.

@heybaetae — this set in particular is on my “always reblog” list, no matter how many times i’ve done so already. also, idk how to describe this, but kelli’s gifs are just…. crispy 🤌🏻 like, so satisfying with the…. texture? filtering? contrast? i’m an idiot re: editing terms, but go peep them and you’ll know what i’m trying to say.

@kth1 — literally who could ever forget maggie’s 100 days of (member) series??? the amount of work that had to go into that? unfathomable.

@jeurias — i want to wallpaper my house and office with their gfx. i’m deadass.

@jinstronaut — emmeline has been doing her “a jin a day while he’s away” series for OVER 250 DAYS NOW. i have never been nor will i ever be able to commit to anything to this level.

[multi/skz/atz/svt/etc.]

@starryoong — do not get me started on starry’s paintings, sketches, etc. because i will never shut up. ever. j’adore 🫠 is also a five-star human being.

@irlvernon — my queue is probably 80% max gifs at any given time. god-tier, fr. a must-follow for carats, as far as i’m concerned.

@vcrnons — incredible gifs, lovely human, and also the writer of some of my favorite svt fics??? we stan.

@yelhsaart — i don’t have any words for how much i love their art so please imagine guttural screaming instead. asdfghjkl!!!

@hizuillu — ……breathtaking. legitimately stunning skz art. like…… i have heart palpitations.

@snug-gyu — THE USE OF COLORS. i’m always a simp for pantone-inspired sets; they just scratch an itch in the back of my brain, and BOY HOWDY, is my brain satisfied 😵‍💫

@yunwooz — again, i have no idea what i’m talking about when it comes to the gif-making process, but the colors!!! the COLORS!!! like, taking a mv that’s not super vivid/is fairly greyscale and bringing it to life? ya know????

@booskwan — you want incredible gifs? they’ve got em. you want stunning gfx? they’ve got em. seriously, idk what to tell you except “pause right here and go follow immediately”.

@haechannabelle — listen……. annabelle’s art style is 😗🤌🏻 (that’s a chef’s kiss). the use of color, and the technique, and and and — ! ALSO, i must mention that she took, like, 50 hours to compile a boycott-friendly k-pop playlist. their vibes are simply impeccable.

rev. 4/10/24

#bts #skz #atz #svt #gfx recs #gif recs #art recs #jade speaks

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thirstydiglett · 8 months

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I promise I’m working on requests but this one has been in the works for a looooong time and I finally finished it! Have some good porn-without-a-plot sanjixreader!

———————NC-17 Minors DNI———————

The Bath Game

Summary: In which the writer attempts to make Sanji’s voyeur kink less problematic, and the reader has some hot bathtub sex.

Pairings: Sanjixf!reader

Warnings: consensual!voyeur/exhibitionist kink, praise kink, oral (mouth to vag), fingering, bathtub sex

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“I think I’m gonna go take a bath.”

It’s getting late on the Sunny, after one hell of a day. You’d joined this crew six months ago after having hopped from ship to ship for years before that, on the run from the Marines, trying to find a way to save your archipelago—the home you were exiled from. And this crew had defended you like a sister from the day you’d all met. They’re pretty crazy… but already, you can tell the Straw Hats will be your forever home.

At your words, casual but with a tinge of playfulness, the blond man doing the dishes cocks his head, glancing over at you. Just as you’d hoped he would. The last six months had seen the two of you connect in a way you’d never connected with anyone before. Sure, he was a perfect gentleman, ready to shower you with compliments at a moment’s notice, but you’d met plenty of men like that before. No, you knew from the beginning that Sanji was different. He’d fought alongside you, listened and understood more than anyone else you’d ever met when you told him about your archipelago and your fucked up family and your goals. As the ship’s cook, Sanji immediately respected your plant-based devil fruit powers and love for obscure botany, and the two of you had spent hours together talking about vegetables and herbs and edible flowers. When he told you about his family he cried, and you brushed his tears away, and when you finally had the nerve to kiss him he pulled you tight against him, and you had the sense that he was never going to let you go.

Since then, you and Sanji had been a de facto couple on the ship. Zoro was grumpy that the cook had gotten a girlfriend before he’d managed a boyfriend, and Nami and Robin thanked you privately for giving him somewhere to focus his attentions, but other than that not much changed—well, not much in the dynamic of the crew, that is.

You, you’ve been having the wildest sex of your life.

He does things to you you can’t even describe, that man. His hot mouth and long fingers and soft, low voice send you into near-conniptions even thinking about them. You two take advantage of every moment you possibly can together—getting up early to fuck in the kitchen before he makes breakfast, stealing up to the crow’s nest in an outfit he’s picked out for you to wear while he worships every inch of you, and of course…

There’s the bath game. Definitely your favorite.

There’s only a few people still awake when you make your proclamation. Usopp is messing with some mechanical device of his at the kitchen table, and Luffy is finishing off the last of dinner. Neither of them look up as you slowly walk out of the room, but they’re not the ones whose attention you’re after.

Your blond chef is blushing furiously, and you can feel his eyes follow you as you walk past him. Just for fun, you let your fingers trail lightly over the small of his back, teasing him, letting him know exactly what you’re expecting.

You know he’ll be more than happy to deliver.

Filling up the tub, you undress slowly, shivering as the cool air makes goosebumps over your skin. Thinking of what is to come, you feel the first slick of moisture form between your legs. Sanji is kinkier than you expected him to be when you first kissed him, but there is a thrill to these games the two of you play that you’ve never experienced with any other partner. It makes the hunger you have for him all the more intense, the way you never quite know what is coming from him. Sanji has also been more than thrilled to indulge you in your own kinks—hell, he’s helped you discover a lot of them.

As you get into the tub, now full of water and soap bubbles, you hear a sound from outside the door. A low, throaty hum, so faint that you can barely make it out. You find yourself blushing, even though you know exactly who is outside. He’s watching you.

Slowly, you lower yourself into the tub, one eye on the door as you do so. You can see a hint of a shadow in the gap between the door and the frame, and you thrill at the sight of it.

You take your washcloth and start scrubbing your skin lightly, extending your long legs out of the water and gently massaging every inch of yourself. So slowly. You even start to hum a tune you’d heard Brook singing the other day, to increase the illusion of innocence. As though you don’t know he’s watching you.

A hungry sigh through the door and you can’t help but think about what Sanji must be doing. Palming his hard cock through his suit pants, watching you intently, suppressing moans of arousal. Wanting to touch you so badly… the thought makes you shiver, and you can’t resist giving him his favorite part any longer. You start to soap up your breasts, rubbing them slowly, pinching your nipples (Although at this point, you’re so aroused that it’s more for you than for him). When you hear the sound of a zipper, you can’t help but let out a tiny whine. God, he’s stroking his cock while he watches you play with yourself. Come in, you mentally will him. God, please come in.

As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door, and you blush with excitement, feeling your core flood with moisture. The best part of the game is about to begin.

“Hey y/n-chan, I’ve brought you a glass of wine if you’d like it…?”

Mustering your best innocent voice, you manage—“Oh, thank you Sanji-kun! Is there anyone else out there right now, or just you?”

A pause. Then—“Just me, y/n-chwan!”

That’s all you need to hear. You are up and to the door in a split second, still dripping with soap bubbles and water. You turn the knob and open the door wide, letting Sanji see your naked body from top to bottom, grinning at the way he turns bright red, taking him in as much as he does you.

A sheen of sweat coats your lover’s forehead. He is still in his suit, and holding a tray with two glasses of your favorite wine, but his pants are halfway unzipped and his hard, girthy cock is straining at the fabric of his boxers, drops of precum staining the light blue cotton.

You smile at him while he stares at you. He never knows what to say at this part, so you usually fill in the gaps. “Sanji!! Were you watching me in the bath?? You’re such a perv! Hurry, get in here before someone sees what a freak you are!” With that, you grab him by the tie and tug him into the bathroom, wine and all.

That’s all it takes for him to push you up against the closest wall (setting the wine on the bathroom counter first), gripping your legs and backside to press his barely clothed cock against your core. You yelp with excitement, and he immediately pulls back.

“Fuck, y/n, did I hurt you?” Sanji’s eyes search yours frantically, looking for any sign you might not be 100% ok with this. For a moment, your heart flutters. He really is one of the kindest men you’ve ever known, willing to drop everything to ensure your safety and comfort.

You gently brush his hair out of his eye, kissing the corner of his lips. “Not in a million years.” He smiles at this for a moment, then presses you back up against the wall again, burying his face in your neck, one hand finding your breast. Kissing you, running his tongue along your skin, warming you with his hot breath, he thrusts hungrily against you again.

“You’re so beautiful, my sweet girl. You know that, don’t you? Stunning and smart and kind. Any man would be lucky to get to devour you.”

You let out a groan as he begins to slide his hands over your body. The way he talks to you makes you weak in the knees. He never shies away from a chance to tell you just how loved and worshipped you are. It is one of your favorite things about him, and it usually leaves you near-wordless.

“Suit…” you manage to gasp in between kisses.

“Oh, should I take this off?” He grins against your mouth. “I thought you said I was a perv…” as he speaks, he slides his hand between your wet, naked legs, pushing the heel of his hand against your clit. You can’t help but grind against it, letting out a moan.

“You are a perv…” you manage to gasp even as you cling to him. “Now fuck me, perv.”

Sanji laughs out loud at this, but covers your lips in light, delicate kisses. “Ok, ok.” He backs away for a moment, and begins slowly removing his suit, folding each article of clothing and placing it on the nearby chair. He moves at a torturous pace, and for the first time since the two of you have begun this little game of yours you know how he feels watching you in the bath. As he takes off his shirt, you shiver at the sight of his lean muscles, the ripple of his back. And when he finally fully removes his pants, you can’t help but lick your lips at the exquisite curvature of his ass.

An impatient whine escapes your lips, and he chuckles.

“It’s fun to watch, isn’t it?”

“Please just get over here and fuck me,” you beg, your hand sliding between your legs, desperate to relieve the heat that is pooling in you.

Finally, naked except for his boxers, he walks leisurely to the wall you are still leaned against, and touches his forehead to yours.

“You’re perfect, y/n. Let me show you what you do to me.” With that, he envelops you in a deep, intense kiss, his tongue sliding between your lips as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Sit on the edge of the tub for me?” He requests, breaking his lips from yours. Eagerly, you obey him, taking care not to slip on the wet porcelain surface. When Sanji is satisfied that you’re comfortable, he gently spreads your legs and settles himself on his knees between them.

“That’s my good girl. God, I’ve wanted to taste you all day.”

He starts by kissing your still-soapy thighs, moving his lips and fingers gradually up and inward toward your throbbing core, stopping just before he reaches you to tease slow, languid circles with his tongue on your inner thigh. You moan, tangling your hand in his hair, and try to pull him closer. Sanji smiles against your skin, but doesn’t move. It’s part of the game—you tease him, and he teases you in turn. It’s delightful, but so hard to bear.

“Sanjiiiiii…. Please…” you whine, everything in you aching for the feel of his mouth, his long fingers, where you need them.

Finally, blessedly, he has mercy on you. In a single movement he buries his face against your core, sliding his tongue into you briefly to tease you before he trails his mouth upwards, finally reaching your clit. You have to cover your mouth to prevent obscene sounds from slipping out as he worships you. He himself is making throaty hums and groans that vibrate against your center, filling you with a hot desperate want. Wishing you could call his name at the top of your lungs, you’re forced to resort to whispering it, over and over, like a prayer. “Sanji, Sanji, Sanji, Sanji….”

Upon hearing his name, your lover smiles slightly against you and slowly pushes one of those long, perfect fingers of his inside you. You feel yourself clenching involuntarily around him, eager for any kind of friction, anything that will bring you to your climax. Sanji is kind to you, though, and quickly pushes a second finger in, curling them upwards against that spot that drives you crazy. You can feel yourself melting, your heart pounding, blood rushing in your ears as you get closer and closer.

“Sanji, I’m almost there…” you manage to gasp, and he smiles up at you for a moment, those sweet blue-grey eyes of his full of a kind of love you never knew someone could feel for you. A single curve of his fingers upward and then you are climaxing, sweet blessed release pouring over you even as you buck your hips and keen helplessly, riding the wave of your orgasm as long and as hard as you possibly can.

And then it happens.

You’d been holding onto the side of the tub for support, barely managing to keep yourself upright. But as your orgasm hits you you lean back involuntarily, and your hand lands on a puddle of soap bubbles.

The next thing you hear is a terrific crash and a shriek that might have been your own as you lose your grip and fall backward into the large tub. Your head submerges for a moment, and a burst of panic overtakes you—as a devil fruit eater, there was always a risk you wouldn’t be able to get yourself back out again. You freeze for a second, unable to think clearly after the high of your orgasm and the sudden adrenaline rush.

And then another, even larger splash next to you shakes you out of your shock, and strong hands are under your arms and lifting you up out of the water. You gasp for breath as you break the surface, your awareness slowly coming back to you. You are leaned against Sanji’s chest as he sits behind you in the tub, and you realize he must have dived in after you.

“Y/n, are you ok? I’m can’t tell you how sorry I am…” He continues rambling, but aside from the initial shock you can’t bring yourself to be worried about it. After the orgasm he just gave you, the marines could storm the bathroom right now and you’d barely notice. Turning yourself slightly, you readjust so that you can see his face.

Sanji’s look of genuine terror at nearly causing you to drown is so sweet, so earnest, and so genuinely funny that you can’t help but laugh. After a moment, he begins laughing too, and within a few seconds the two of you are absolutely howling. It doesn’t help when you look down and notice he’s still got his boxers on, although now they’re completely soaked.

Finally, you both have to pause to catch your breath, and you lay warm and soapy against his slim, muscular chest, the closest thing you can think of to home.

“I love you, my dove,” Sanji murmurs into your ear after several moments of comfortable silence. His hands are sliding upward from your waist now, massaging your body slowly. It is his attempt at reassuring you, but you have to admit the feeling of his long, nimble hands tracing up your body is making you feel much more than simply safe.

And apparently, his mind is moving in the same direction—he leans into your ear and whispers devilishly, “That must’ve been a damn good orgasm I gave you for you to fall right off the edge of the tub like that. Wasn’t it?”

One of his hands is sliding lower again, groping your ass, and you can feel your clit starting to tingle again. You moan appreciatively and nod, spreading your legs without even thinking about it. A lightning bolt of want pulses through you when you feel his cock twitch against your ass.

“Fuck, Sanji…” You find your hand sliding up from its resting place on his thigh, and glance back at him. His eyes are closed and he is biting his lip, his face turning just a bit red as your hand approaches his still-clothed cock.

“Y/n-chan… you don’t have to do that, especially after that scare…”

Always such a gentleman, you think to yourself. But you don’t want a gentleman tonight.

“Do you want me to stop?” You whisper lightly into your lover’s ear, enough to send a chill down his spine. Biting his lip even harder, Sanji shakes his head.

“I want you, y/n. I always want you.”

Unable to repress a smile, you bury your delight in the crook of Sanji’s neck, kissing and biting the sensitive spot to illustrate your point (which has him positively squirming with pleasure). “I always want you too.”

With that, you turn around in his arms and straddle him, pushing your hips forward into his. Sanji groans as your bare sex slides along his dick, bucking against you involuntarily.

“Should we take these off?” You ask, brushing your fingers against the hem of his boxers. Sanji nods fervently, his face turning red as you lean forward and slide his underwear off underneath you.

Sanji immediately pulls your hips forward again, grinding his bare cock against your folds. The sudden friction makes you gasp, fireworks of desire going off inside you.

Without another thought, you take your boyfriend’s cock into your hand, sliding up and down the long, thick length of it. You brush your thumb over the head, biting back a moan when you feel it twitch.

Sanji, meanwhile, can barely contain himself. His hips roll against yours as he squeezes your ass, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

“Please, y/n-chan… Please just do it… Need to be inside you…”

You pause for a moment, pretending to think it over. “Hm… Well, you did spy on me while I was in the bath. And then you made me cum so hard I fell into the tub. Why should I do anything for such a little perv?”

“Fuuuuuck…” Sanji moans, getting desperate. But the twitch of his cock in your hand tells you he loves the teasing, the playful degradation. “Couldn’t help myself… please forgive me…”

“Hm.” You run your fingers through his hair as you mull it over, pulling it lightly. “Only because you made me cum like that.”

He groans with relief as you align him with your hole. Slowly, Sanji slides into your warm, tight entrance, both of you exhaling as he pushes deeper. He moves carefully, giving you time to adjust to his size, until you are finally completely full with him.

“Ready, my love?” He whispers after a moment, looking up at you with the purest expression of love you had ever seen.

You nod fervently, and slowly Sanji begins to rock his hips upward into yours. He immediately pushes against your g-spot, and you cry out the world spins for a moment.

Sanji smiles at you adoringly, continuing to thrust, bath water beginning to splash onto the floor. “God, you’re so beautiful when you’re like this, my dove. Enjoying my cock, your face flushed like that, your pretty moans. You’re always such a good girl for me. Such a good girl when you’re undressing for me, such a good girl when you’re teasing me in the kitchen when you think no one’s around, such a good girl…”

You drown out Sanji’s last words in a wail as he paired his praises with sharper, deeper thrusts, sending you reeling to the tip of another orgasm. You claw at his back, desperate for anything that will send you over the edge.

Suddenly your lover grabs you by the chin, tilting your head down to look at him. Smiling despite the glazed look in his eyes, he whispers, “y/n, I’m so in love with you.”

Your back arches and you hit your second peak of the evening, covering your mouth to stifle your own scream as your body bolts and bucks. Sanji continues to hold your chin, forcing you to stare at him.

“Look at me, look at me… that’s a good girl. Let me see your pretty face while you cum on my cock…” he pants indiscriminately, his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth. He is close to reaching his peak as well, you can tell.

“Can I go hard, my love?” He groans as you collapse against him, gasping for air. “I’m so close, princess, so close…”

You nod, holding on for dear life as he yanks you to him and buries himself to the hilt. Your body is exhausted and overstimulated, but the feeling of his big dick pounding roughly into you has you spilling over into yet another orgasm, just moments after the last one ended. As Sanji feels you clench around him, he hits his release hard and fast. The two of you cum together, moaning into each other, bathwater sloshing loudly around you, the entire world meaningless and purposeless except for this moment.

After what could have been seconds or hours, you both finally collapse and sink into the bubbles and warm water (or at least what is left of it), both thoroughly satisfied. Sanji leans back, and you rest your head on his well-muscled chest.

“Holy shit.” Sanji breathes after several moments of silence.

“Holy shit,” you agree, chuckling slightly.

“Is there anything you need, my love? Anything at all I can make you while you come down?” Sanji begins to stand up, but you cling to him, holding him down.

“In about fifteen minutes you can go get a fuckton of towels. For now though, I need you to stay with me.”

“Anything for you, ma chérie,” Sanji says with a grin, sinking back into the water. “Why do we need so many towels though?”

You wordlessly gestured to the bathroom floor. Puddles of soapy water over an inch deep covered at least a third of the tiles.

“Oh. Maybe we shouldn’t actually fuck in the bath next time, huh?”

You laughed. “Maybe not.” Gazing at your lover, dripping wet, both of you covered in soap bubbles from head to toe, you couldn’t help but add—“But we probably will anyway.”

A/N: Thanks for reading as always ^_^ I wrote this after hitting that scene in Thriller Bark as a way to not be creeped out by my favorite character again. I think it worked ok. One of these days I’m gonna write dirty nasty sub Sanji but he always ends up as a soft dom when I try to write him. Ah well, not that I mind very much.

Also if I fucked up and you see the name Eve instead of y/n no you fuckin didn’t that’s definitely not my OC

Also ALSO, requests are very much open! I’ll write NSFW for pretty much anyone but Luffy, and I’ll write fluff for literally anyone. Give me a shout!

#Diglett writes #sanji #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #one piece #opla #sanji fanfic

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whalesforhands · 10 months

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Hi! I’m the one who requested dread creeps around the corner. AND MAN DID YOU DELIVER I WAS SPEECHLESS DUDE ADJKKJHGGGGGGHH. It perfectly captured what I was thinking thank you!!!! Honestly just the way you write Gojo being an ass but only cause he’s emotionally constipated and Geto balancing him out but also being a little sly in his advances and Shoko just bring the queen she is??? Mwuh chefs kiss. I have grown to love angst over the years but I still love my favorite of hurt/comfort. OHH MY GOD IDEAAAA!!! What if reader and Gojo get assigned to a mission (their first one together) and Gojo is forced to just be his asshole self without Geto or Shoko to reel him in and kinda just makes reader doubt their abilities and feel down the entire time unconsciously and doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong and how to fix it when reader starts to withdraw from him and talks less. But that’s until they actually end up meeting the curse and Gojo is somehow caught off guard but is saved by readers cursed technique just in time and they end up syncing in the fight so well and he is just in awe and gains more respect for them (aside from their ability to keep fighting no matter what). And so they get home with Geto and Shoko anxiously waiting for them cause they know how Gojo is but are so surprised to see Gojo making dumb jokes and you actually laughing at them as you guys walk back. Sorry if my requests are too specific. I want them to be more inspirational then anything else so you have leeway to write whatever you feel fits and just wanna share my thoughts. No pressure to actually write any of this ofc!!

the way i loved this. but with infinity, gojo’s definitely not getting injured. i changed it up a little.

first gojo-centric fic, congrats to me!

can’t see you through my ego (gojo x reader, mention of geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: gojo is an ass and i hate and love him, i will step on any gojo hate train

“I think you need more experience with danger, (last name).”

Yaga sighs, massaging his temple as he looks up at you.

“You want to get stronger, right?”

So here you were, staff strapped to your back as Gojo held onto a small duffel bag. Skipping along as he hummed a popular idol’s song, as you trailed hesitantly behind him, hands nervously squeezing the strap holding your weapon.

“Who knows? Maybe Gojo will finally learn something.”

“And it was like,” He spreads his lanky arms out, your duffel bag hanging off one of them. “Thiissss long! But it was so ugly!” He was laughing as he described the apparent strength of a Grade 2 curse he fought.

“Of course, it was never any match for me!” His chest puffed out as he continued to walk backwards, sunglasses beginning to slide off his nose as he looked down at you with a bright grin.

You giggled politely, happy to distract yourself from the nervousness of having your first mission with ‘the chosen one’.

(It helps that he was always so cheerfully silly.)

“Mhm, you are very strong, Gojo-san.”

A small blush was dusted across his cheeks as he heard your laughter, quickly turning his back on you to hide his face.

Suguru told him that compliments can put you in someone’s good graces.

“You know,” He began, sunglasses clad eyes turning briefly to you before they looked away. “Don’t you think your little shields are like my infinity? Just less effective, I guess. Since you’re so weak and all.”

You still.

…oh. He’s not wrong. You aren’t very strong compared to him.

“I-I guess you’re right, Gojo-san.” You didn’t expect to have your technique ridiculed today. It wasn’t flashy like his or Geto’s but it was good enough.

Good enough for you to be Grade 3 sorcerer anyway.

(Having 2 special grade sorcerers in your class, and 1 having a special focus exclusively on reverse cursed techniques didn’t help your insecurities.)

“I suppose you would be fine even if Yaga sent you alone on this mission, huh?” You didn’t even know your insecurities were starting to be vocalised.

You don’t blame him. You really doubt in your abilities as a sorcerer compared to him and Geto.

Gojo takes barely even a moment to respond. You were complimenting him back, right?

“Of course! I’m one of the strongest, after all!” He was proud and happy, his pride swelling in his chest as he said that out loud with confidence, with ego. It felt nice to have you find him to be soooo dependable.

Embarrassment rolls over you like a large tidal wave, smashing into you violently, the pressure crushing you under its weight.

You don’t really get why you even agreed to come anymore. You should’ve just stayed home and wallowed even more in your shame.

Gojo continues to talk, anticipating your replies. It… Seems that they were getting shorter and more brief?

(“Mhm.” “I see.” “That’s nice, Gojo-san.”)

Did he say something wrong?

——

The Grade 1 curse had been a pain in the ass. With a technique that was based off of wind, it was blowing everything to smithereens.

The unconscious civilians it had taken hostage weren’t a factor Gojo had considered either.

The curse screams, it’s breath sending the bodies of its victims hurled into the air, the strong gusts threatening to form a tornado to rip them limb from limb to digest them bit by bit.

They need saving. Time slows, his eyes counting the number of civilians. 18.

18 people need saving. 18 useless, non-sorcerers that required the strong, the protection of the sorcerers.

18 nuisances to his mission. Whatever happened to kill the curse and get out?

God, this wouldn’t have happened if these non-sorcerers weren’t so damn weak.

Gojo Satoru finds protecting the ones who can’t protect themselves, a pain. He should ignore them and focus on the curse, right? Suguru wasn’t here to chide him anyway.

Suguru… Suguru would be disappointed in him. Suguru would’ve wanted him to save them. Gojo grits his teeth. How would he save all of them in time?

Using Blue was out of the question, his technique not quite fully mastered. It’s a risk.

A risk he has to take if he was to prove himself as one of the strongest.

He’s surprised when he sees you hurriedly crashing your staff into the ground, he was sure you were out of commission after sensing the sheer energy this curse possessed. He thought you would finally give up and run away this time.

“Cursed technique: Claustra!”

He feels your cursed energy begin to flare up exponentially.

“Just…” A huff of breathlessness. “Because… You’re strong…” You dig your staff deeper into the ground, your cursed energy blaze out of you as you release your technique. “Doesn’t mean you can ignore the innocent!”

Multiple of your barriers begin to form midair, catching the unconscious civilians and bubbling them up safely as you tried to maneuver them to safety.

“Gojo-san!” You shout, the force of your cursed technique increasing as your feet dug themselves into the dirt, trying to stand your ground. “Focus on the curse! I’ll make sure everyone is safe!”

He’s never been ordered around before. Not even by Suguru.

He decides to listen anyway, activating Blue to appear behind the curse.

“Well then.” He stretches his arms over his head. “My little lady has commanded me to destroy you.” He breathes out a puff of air, as if annoyed when the curse thrashes its arms against his infinity.

It snarls at him, spittle flying out and reflected back at it. Gojo watches you bubble more knocked out civilians to safety. They won’t even know you helped them.

What’s the point of you even focusing on them?

“I want to make her in awe of me, you know?” He speaks to the curse that was blasting him with its acidic slime, growling as it bounced off of his technique.

Gojo grins, slipping off his sunglasses as he looks at the curse dead-on, watching it freeze in its movements as it felt the threatening flare of cursed energy emanating.

“So why don’t you die a little more dramatically, hmm?”

——

He approaches you as you sit against a tree trunk, heaving heavily and out of breath, your nose bleeding as you held your handkerchief up. Your uniform had been torn from the force of the debris flying around you, a few bruises and scratches decorated your hands and arm due to the torn off sleeve of your uniform.

Must be tough not having Limitless. Running out of cursed energy was never a problem for him, nor was getting injured. Not in small fry fights anyway.

“Yo.”

“Ah-“ You continue to press your handkerchief to your nostrils. “Gojo-san…” You take a deep breath in. “Good job… On taking care of the curse.”

You must be quite the pathetic sight for him. Laying on your ass, barely able to move due to some wind that didn’t even graze him.

To win in a fight so easily with one blast of his cursed technique whilst you were useless in the fight, struggling to save the people around you.

You’re pathetic. Your eyes cast themselves down towards the ground as his shadow looms over you.

It reminds you of the time he first saved you. You’re surprised when he settles down next to you, his arm brushing your shoulder due to his height as he crossed his legs and laid against the trunk with you, closing his eyes.

It’s then that you notice the cut on his cheek.

Perhaps it was instinct, your worry for him. Your hand reaches out and brushes the skin just below the injury.

“Are you okay…?”

His eyes open, those beautiful optics of his opening to look at your worried expression.

Before he bursts out laughing.

It was the absurdity of it. You, who definitely was in a much worse state than he was, asking if he, the Gojo Satoru, was okay from a singular tiny scratch.

You’re too precious.

“You should look at yourself first!” He laughs, his arm coming round to wrap around your shoulders as he ruffles your hair.

(He’s right, you know? You’re in a terrible state.)

You blush, embarrassment creeping up as you struggle to stop him from messing with your already tragic looking hair.

“Well- I’m sorry for being worried about you!” You huff, frustratedly turning your head away from him.

You feel his hand settle itself back on your hand. This time, it simply patted you. Softly, gently.

“Thank you, thank you.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Good job out there.”

A… Compliment?

“I wouldn’t have saved those people in time at all if it weren’t for you.”

“…”

“You were really helpful out there.”

You peek back, only to see a smile on his face. His sunglasses were off, his eyes upturned and happy.

He was being genuine.

You feel your heart beat just a little faster.

——

“Geto, with how much tea you’re drinking, I’m surprised you haven’t exploded.”

“No…” He pauses, brows furrowed in thought for a moment. “That’s not going to happen.”

She grins, her finger tracing the rim of her own can of green tea.

“Worried about the mission those two are taking together?”

Geto smiles, the expression tight, almost constipated looking as he tries to feign calmness and serenity.

“Now whoever said that? I’m as calm as can be.”

Silence as Shoko scoffs, hands playing with her lighter in one as the other held her open can.

“Sure. That’s why we’re waiting by the entrance of the school, looking for their transport back.”

“I’m not worried at all.”

…

“What was the car plate number again?”

“34-67.” The reply was immediate, as if he had committed it to memory.

Geto coughs awkwardly into his hand as he realized he took the bait.

“Maybe I… Am a little anxious.” Suguru lets out a sigh, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. “You know how Satoru can be.”

“And that’s how he treats the people he likes?”

Suguru hums, a small smile making its way onto his face. “He’s just an idiot who can’t put a finger on his emotions. We’re only human, after all.”

Suguru had firsthand experience.

“Hahahah! Right? Right?!” Geto and Ieiri both whip their heads up at the boisterous laughter of Gojo.

They’re surprised at the sight.

You were donning a blazer far bigger than your usual one, holding your duffel bag as your staff was strapped to Gojo’s back.

Gojo, in his uniform, minus his blazer.

You were giggling, hand over your mouth as you tried to contain the laughter spilling from your lips.

“You shouldn’t eat all those treats just because you were angry at him, Satoru-kun!” You were basically babbling with happiness, tears gathered at the corner of your eyes as you tried to hold back the joy, your middle starting to hurt.

“Ehh? Lose the honorifics already. They sound weird!” Gojo shivered in mock horror, tongue sticking out to express his disgust as you laughed again.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop okay, Satoru?” You grinned up at him, looking into his eyes.

A breeze blew through the both of you momentarily, the setting sun casting a warm orange glow over the both of you as you stared at each other. The way the shining sun shone behind him…

It was… Odd. A fleeting warmth enveloping your heart as you trailed from his eyes, to his bandage covered cheek to his lips.

He always looked so pretty. You could spend hours just staring at him. It felt… Nice when he was looking at you. You want to keep his gaze here. You want to stay in this moment forever. Could you…?

Before Satoru was tackled to the ground by two people, anyway.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Did you replace her with a robot?!”

“Get off of me-! You big, heavy lugs- Suguru, you don’t feel as heavy?!”

You laugh at the sight, Geto laying atop Gojo as Shoko sat on Satoru’s knees, holding him down. It looked like a piled on hug.

You laugh, kneeling down carefully and wrapping your arms around Shoko and Geto as Satoru whines about letting him join on the ground.

“We’re back!”

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Notes:

The scratch wasn’t from the curse. Satoru let himself get scratched by a tree branch to see your reaction.

You and Gojo actually have matching bandaids here! Though you only got to pick out one, whilst he could choose many, many wacky little designs.

You both actually ate ice-creams before coming back. (Gojo paid.)

Geto was worried that you would come back somber and downcast, a product of hearing Gojo’s backhanded words. He hasn’t slept very well whilst Gojo was gone as well.

Ieiri thought that Gojo would brainwash you into thinking you were useless, and was ready to give him a lecture on manners if she saw you sad.

There were originally 35 known hostages. With the time of travel and days needed to track down the curse, both of you had expected all 35 to be dead. 18 live on.

i was thinking of bubbles when trying to think of reader’s cursed technique lol

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #dyf au

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skitariiposting · 10 months

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A rant about roleplaying and taking advice from goblin eratta

Look, look, I get it. D&D is famous for its goblins and whatnot. But trust me when I say, pathfinder goblins are so much better art wise and writing wise than D&D's.

For example:

This is the D&D monster manual illustration for goblins.

Firstly, orange, chunky, this guy's has the aura of "might attempt tactics" about him. He looks more like he'd try and throttle you rather than run in fear at the sight of a large sword. The head is oddly shaped as a goblin's head should be, but it looks more lumpy warrior face than gobliny. The armor is far too organized. The ears are droopy and smooth. This is not goblin, this is a small ork at best.

Yeah they've got a brief section explaining the hobgoblins and bugbear relations, a little bit about goblin language, but not much as far as flavor text.

Now pathfinder goblins...

These are the quintessential goblin.

Green, scrawny, cowardly, chaotic, looks like they scrounge their clothes from local landfills, oblong football head, big ol' perky pointy goblin ears; *chefs kiss* perfection.

Pair that with the tidbits of goblin lore from pathfinder and ough you've got something good going on.

They are afraid of and have a burning hatred for horses. They typically wield 'horse choppers,' basically big cleavers or axes, instead of daggers or shortswords like in D&D.

One of the few occasions they'll organize and come up with plans is if they're pulling pranks or massive attacks under the command of a warlord or leader, of which they will occasionally get on accident.

They don't have to be bound to a leader, though, sometimes goblin bands can manage just with cooperation alone.

Goblins are crafty little buggers, laying traps and building ramshackle contraptions to get the jump on their foes. They prefer going for sneak attacks or surprise attacks over head on combat. They know they can't win a fair fight, so they fight unfair.

If you invade a goblin dwelling, they'll usually retreat on sight, but not always because of cowardice. Sometimes, they do so to lead you into their traps or to get you into a bottleneck. They can come up with strategies, but usually only if it's below the belt and breaks all the rules of engagement.

War crimes and chaos, if they aren't committing one of the two, they must be defective goblins.

There are occasions in the pathfinder modules where it encourages the DM to have the goblins get into antics over attacking the players. One such example is during a fight at a festival, it reccomends having some of the goblins focus on the festival food over the potential threat of the player characters, since they'd find the food much more important.

Some I came up with include swinging from ropes and attempting to grab players' hats, hoods or helmets, having some attempt to crawl into the clothes of the players instead of attacking, or even just crawling and wallowing all over them like opossum babies. My personal favorite and what got a huge laugh out of my players was having one find a big cast-iron stew pot and putting it on its head. It made it blind, but it also gave it more armor, making it sort of run at the characters to attack but not being able to hit them because it couldnt see, and the swords and maces bouncing off the pot due to the additional armor made it difficult to kill him. Pair that with the constant deafening the goblin would endure with the "bong" sounds any impacts would make, causing it to panic and run around more, bumping into walls and people alike.

What I love about these little tidbits of fight modifications is that it exemplifies the "combat doesn't mean roleplaying is over" factor many players and DM's either have never considered or just miss entirely. Many people complained that "man, if only combat in D&D was like the movie," and to that, I say: it can be, if you stopped being boring and made it that way! Describe what your character does! Add flavor to it! An action is 6 seconds. You can do so much in six seconds while still attacking! Describe the actions you take! Take free actions to do little flairs or flourishes! Show off! Fight with elegance, fight with brutality, fight with conniving, fight with confidence! Spend an action doing something in character instead of attacking! Yes, it's not efficient, but it's more interesting and entertaining to take a fall for a storytelling moment instead of spending yet another turn attacking. Flawed moments are far more interesting than constant perfection, that's why you use dice instead of always having a nat20 every turn. Use the failures to your advantage, show how your character reacts to a bad situation or rough luck!

Don't just spend the time in between your turns waiting for yours to roll around. Instead, be planning the sick ass thing you'll do if the dice allow you to, or the reaction to the adversity if they don't! And, sometimes, break away from the "I swing my sword, I cast a spell, I eldritch blast" combat! Push enemies off of elevations with the push action! Flip a table over to get cover from spells and ranged attacks!Grapple them to make it easier for your team mates to hit them or use them as a human shield! Grab a big rock off the ground and chuck it at someone! Cast a spell that doesn't just do damage!

Broke:

"You shoot a fireball at the thief as he attempts to escape."

Woke:

"As the the thief runs, I go to launch the fireball at him, but notice the mirror to the left of me. My narcisim gets the better of me, and I end up taking a second to check my hair. Ah yes, dashing. Oh, wait, I was doing something. I manage to tear myself away from the mirror long enough to barely catch the thief in my fireball as he attempts to flee."

So, I say all that to say this: players and Dms alike, roleplay during combat! It's a roleplaying game, not a roleplaying game+formulaic tabletop war game any time there's combat. And hey, if you ever find yourself needing inspiration on how to make fights more interesting in your tabletop games, grab a couple low level modules off Paizo, and read up on Pathfinder goblin scenes, they pay extreme dividends.

#skitposting #dungeons and dragons #d&d #pathfinder #goblins #roleplaying advice #roleplaying #dm advice #player advice

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i-got-the-feels · 4 months

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Bad Buddy

@taeminie 1

This quote and them and the rooftop scene for "you will never be friends"!!! Big fucking brained Ali!!

@dengswei 1

Pat's face of love and adoration accompanying as to how he loves pran with his every atom and prans face of heartbreak because he looks at him with despair. Perfect lines for them.

@daymork 1

25-21 x Bad Buddy = me shaking screaming and crying. That too a fucking baek yijin quote. The day this doesn't make me insane (it will never happen)

@snimeat 1

Something about how pat pran balance each other no matter where they go, be it whether they are happy or sad. I think the essence of that is beautifully captured with the quote and pictures you chose gei

@pranpat 1 2 3

1 I don't even need to elaborate. The set fucking begins with "we lead two different lives, just like two lines that never cross"

2 Jay, I hope you know you chose violence by combining richard siken and rooftop scene together. I hope you know what you did.

3 "who will come into the kitchen and be hungry for me?" with that expression of pat. Followed by pran saying "I always wanted to cook for someone I like" I am so so so okay

@sunsetandthemoon 1

You beautifully summarized their whole journey and that is why this is here. It's one of the sets that will always make me emotional

Only Friends

@celestial-sapphicss 1

This song describes the soul of the show. This set captures it.

@alienwlw 1 2 3

1) The words!!! With the shots you chose!! Childhood ray in first set!! And happy smiling ray daring to hope for a future with sand!!

2) this set beautifully captures how ray let's himself be used by mew. Because he thinks that's the kind of love he deserves. That's how much love he deserves. Even though he knows he can have more with sand, that is why he selfishly tried stopping sand to move on.

3) delving deeper into Boston's motivations? Yesssss. His sexual escapades as a way to feel human connection? Give me more

@spicyvampire 1

"You're coming down with me hand in unlovable hand" pleaseee Boston does not know how to define love. And the definitions he has are in conflict with the society he lives in. That's why he is alone. That's why he is hurt. Even if he owned up to his mistakes.

@gunsatthaphan 1

The shot of gifs with the words?? Hues of healing with them holding hands in bathtub? Shadows of patience and hours accompanying sands heartbreak of "ray *was* my 25th hour scene? I have said enough

@smileytharn 1

This. Them holding hands. After the initial hesitation. After ray went to sand to apologise and show how much he means to him. Sand acknowledging that and opening up more to him about music - the thing that means most to him. Amazing zey!

@raypakorn 1

A set capturing Ray's Self-destructive nature perfectly not being on the list? Not today, buddy. Not today. Today, we cry at tanies amazing brain and talent in making this set

@sollucets 1

This song and them? Especially the time ray was "confused" over his feelings for sand. Heartbreak. Never thought a bop pop song can cause this much emotional damage. Amazing job love

@icouldhyperfixatehim 1

What I love about this edit is that captures Boston's journey so well. As a friend. Their friendships fallout and reconciliation, or no reconciliation with mew. As a lover, and being left behind because you both no longer have denial as an option and have to escape the fact that you guys are too different in defining love and hence cannot be together.

@sandrayy 1

Listen this quote goes well with sandrayy. Because if anyone understands the value of Ray's tears and will die rather than see ray cry is sand.

Kinnporsche

@dingyuxi 1

This poem is for them okay? "you are too good at violence and he is too good at forgiving" with scenes you chose will always devastate me

@kinnporsche 1

A big hug and chefs kiss to you because the scenes you chose? Episode 4, Episode 5 angst and Episode 7 ending? Yesssss. They burned for each other. Only when did they give in they found solace because they burned brighter together.

@kinnsporsche 1

The scenes you chose!! Kinn giving into his attraction to Porsche and calling him his sun. Him letting go Porsche as moon when he lets him go. And the scene where he tells Porsche how special he is as stars!!!

@alienwlw 1 2 3 4

1) "I let darkness eat the light" + Vegas standing in tears after kan left after inflicting his violence!!!!!

2) holy water scene with pete telling Vegas he is very hungry and needs to be taken care of?????? The big brained energy never ending with you my friend

3) Vegas being vulnerable openly!! The way you beautifully showed his journey to this point where he confesses his insecurities to pete!!! Insane!! Talented!!

4) pete coming to terms with this side of his? The side that craves violence. The side that craves to be dominated. Amazing

@magicaldreamfox1 1

The gif of pete leaving his job to show his support to Vegas. Even when he didn't know if Vegas would survive or not!!! Brilliant BRILLIANT.

@spicyvampire 1

I AM NOT ON MAIN FAMILY'S SIDE. I AM NOT ON MINOR FAMILY'S SIDE. I AM ON YOUR SIDE = TO TO HELL WITH YOU. galaxy brained. No notes. No words. No thoughts. Just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

@khaotunqs 1

The coloring in the set made me loose it. Black and white with hints of pink? The talent?! Also the quote you chose? Attack on every direction my friend. Mercy please.

@guzhu-furen 1 2

1) a set that highlights a relationship between all the brothers? Ofc i cried. Next question.

2) the fact that even pete didn't know why he went. Until he forced to acknowledge it ofc. The quote is perfect perfect for the scene you have choosen

Between Us

@smittenskitten 1

A parallels of the "be brave for me" scene is made for me. I cry.

Last Twilight

@sandrayy 1 2

1) I have rambled about how the quote goes so well with them in tags and will do again. They both help each other find their purpose. Something they lost along the way by the course their life took. And this existential shit makes me emotional.

2) I love how simple the quote is yet because of the scenes chosen shows the initial flurry of nervousness and excitement when new to liking someone so well

@morkofday 1 2

1) The way they both met each other just days ago but already cherish each other. As individuals. Not as roles they play in each other's life. I cannot.

2) this!! you cannot tell me that when Mork held on to days chin and dismissed the job opportunity they both didn't have horny visions. You cannot. I think you showed their journey beautifully here.

Also love the oranges in both - i d k if its intentional but love that it goes with the shows name so well.

Love In The Air

@bird-inacage 1

The words just hit me whenever I see this set. Love, your writing is beautiful. The font you have used in the set amazing. The scenes you have chosen are perfect. Thank you for this.

@prapais 1

The softness and protectiveness prapai has towards sky. And how even if he isn't a violentan for nature, he wouldn't hesitate for sky. Uff.

Midnight Museum

@daymork 1

I love the composition of the images. Especially the second one. Showing his fate across universes before showing their conversation in third image? The sense of hope that I got after the feeling of futility?? Totally brings across the feelings i have towards the damn articraft.

@alexshenry 1

The coloring of purple and yellow is so fucking dreamy. And something about Kathadome and moon - a universal symbol of hope, of light in darkness??? Amazing my love Nuria

@hoppipolla 1

I am so sorry love. I adore your set because it brings out the universal truth. Time doesn't erase the pain. It's just that we learn to manage it better. Thanks to people around us. The same happened with Katha. I am so glad I found this set

My School President

@pharawee 1

Their friendship!! They will always be there for each other. Gun can be vulnerable with them without worry. Something he doesn't easily do probably cause he doesn't want to worry his mum. But all his friends encourage him to be open and vulnerable. They tell him he is okay and how just because he is strong he doesn't always have to be strong.

@chinzillas 1

Anna!! This edit is one of those forever emotional damage causing arts. It perfectly gets the slice of life, I am growing up. I aam happy but scared to grow up. I am leaving behind the me i currently know. Will I like how I grow to be? How much of it can I control? The anxiety, the home, the excitement, the dreams, the optimism, the hope and the fears we all have as young adults is so fucking beautifully felt in this edit.

Not me

@dimpledpran 1

I cannot believe I discovered this edit so late. The quote is so fucking accurate. And the scenes chosen? Especially for the second gif with tawi??? Big brained energy

@taeminie 1

The scenes you chose for how the kingdom lights shined and one day we will be remembered are PERFECT

@magicaldreamfox1 1

A black and white journey edit in interaction with their parents? Those parents who are people in power and that maintain the very system their kids are revolting against? Delicious

@morkofday 1

I am so glad I requested this set because your badassself delivered. The differences in their ideologies is shown so beautifully here. I cry.

Vice Versa

@ardentlytess 1

Whenever I see this edit, it makes me nostalgic. This is the edit I shall use when persuading my friends to watch vice versa. It captures their journey so beautifully.

@daymork 1

They fell in love with each other without knowing each other's faces. Survived travelling across universe. And had "thank you for being born so that I can love you" so no they aren't ever ending

Never Let Me Go

@shuyis 1

This quote and Palm??? Perfection. He didn't hate his mother for leaving him. Sure he was hurt ans confused but he gave her the benefit of doubt. And when he met her and heard her reason? He accepted her. He loved her. He grieved her loss. He didn't hate his father who left him when he was a boy to go a protect a boy his age. He was concerned for his father's safety and well being. Hell he didn't even hate the boy or boys family. Palm was kind in true sense of the word.

@jyuubin 1

Not tooting my horn but in one of my sets I made for nlmg I wrote a line. It was "if the choice between me and you, it's not a difficult choice at all. I'd always choose you" and I love how this set captured that. Palm didn't give up on him and Nueng even when Nueng became scared and did. He fought for them.

Moonlight Chicken

@maggiecheungs 1

This set inspired me to make my basic-ass set. Need I say more as to how much I adore this?

@jimmysea 1

Heart and li ming don't just see each other. They welcome each other. And the thing about welcoming someone is you understand everyone has their own time of coming to you. They gave each other the time required without rushing the other and the quote you chose just gets this across so well

@raypakorn 1

The damn quote. With Alan. And the scene you chose. "I am on business of loosing your interest". Yeah so okay I am.

@pharawee 1

The neon font just fits so well with the vibe of the show. Light in between darkness. Feeding people at night when people are most tired.

@taeminie 1

The quote goes so so so fucking well with heart and li ming. For heart, li ming is the first person to make accommodations for his need without showing him pity. His gratitude, amazement and love for li ming just come across so well.

The Eclipse

@youdontloveme-yet 1 2 3

The day I am not wrecked over by these 3 sets you made for eclipse is the day you can consider sun has risen from west. What were you thinking while making these? "chasing after echoes" for akk???? "there are only remnants left of you" for Ayan??????

@morkofday 1

The sense of home they give for each other. Akk can keep his fears of inadequacy at rest when with Ayan because Ayan accepts and cherishes him as he is. Ayan can take off his mask of strength off and show his grief and sadness because akk will be there to support him.

To Sir, With Love

@shyishsarawat 1

Listen for a low-heat soap opera? These dudes fucked a lot through their eyes. And when they touched? Yeah that was hotter than any kiss. And i think the quote perfectly captures the tension, devotion, adoration and love they share for each other

@tinnchan 1

Take me to church?????? With to sir with love??? Nads I wish I could say more but my brain just goes AHHHH THIS SONG IS THEM THEY ARE READY TO DIE FOR EACH OTHER THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S RELIGION THEY WORSHIP THEIR LOVE. THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS THEIR SHRINE.

Things to note

These include edits that I found in 2023.

These include edits that gave me the feels.

Thank you for your art. They make the experience of watching the show all the more fun. It helps in appreciating the characters. It helps me see them in new light.

Looking forward to see more of art from amazing artists on here.

To people I didn't tag - tumblr tagging limit sucks. Your art is beautiful simply because it's made. You made it with a feeling and that in itself is beautiful.

Also, the tag is #becauseigtf in case yall wanna tag me in future :)

#2023 wrap up #thank you artists

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Hi!! Can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader where reader has younger siblings so they understand the references, jokes, and slang that the students use so they get along well with them. Larissa hears reader talking to the students one day and is confused, but reader finds it adorable and tease Larissa a little (in the lighthearted way). Thanks!!

From Newark to Burlington #2

Hey, anon! I won't lie, I was sneaky with this one. I loved your request and thought the liveliness would go just perfect with my From Newark to Burlington reader, so I hope you don't mind I incorporated that in the part 2. It is just a tiny bit more steamy and angsty than I think you envisioned, but there is almost nothing there but lighthearted teasing and fun, so don't worry! I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much! Also, can you tell I don't know half a thing about slangs?

Word count: 2.6k

Larissa Weems is your new boss. Who knew that your crush could get any weirder and more complicated? Congratulations, Universe! Good one!

Being a normie teacher in a school for outcasts was too fun to be allowed. You never thought your students could give you such a good time but when a vampire kid explained the entire Russian Vampire Affair from the early 1920s in vivid detail because their "parents were there" was a treat; or when another described the burning of the meeting house in Jericho itself because they saw it in a vision, chef's kiss.

You were thrilled. Teaching those kids was the most fun you've had for a while in an academic setting. But that was not the only thing keeping your high spirits. Larissa Weems was your new boss.

Could the Universe come up with a bigger joke? How would it surprise you now? Or worst: how could it fuck you over harder than this?

It was unprofessional to fantasize about your employer, but you're sure it was also unprofessional to look that good when stopping by "just to check how things are going."

Your students thought you were afraid of the principal because every time she appeared you looked sickly pale or lost all semblance of coherence while talking. Larissa Weems made you a lusty mess, and you were not having it!

You: Can I take you up on the hot chocolate offer?

You waited a bit for a reply, but Weems was probably busy overworking herself to answer. Her contact name was still "Larissa" from when she typed it into your phone; she wasn't Larissa anymore. Now she was boss, or principal, or headmistress. It was only three weeks, but you missed the flight where she was just the stranger who ruined your jacket and slept on your shoulder.

Larissa: Please do. When would you like to meet? Is 4 p.m. ok?

Wow, replying under ten minutes! Principal Weems was wild today!

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there...

You typed and erased and typed and erased. At the end you sent:

You: Perfect. I'll meet you there, gorgeous x

Was flirting with your boss okay? It was when you didn't know each other, but now it seemed illicit and even more exciting.

She was already there when you arrived, but hadn't ordered. You slipped into the booth with a half-smile, looking up at her beautiful blue eyes.

"Hello there," she had a charming warm smile on her face, looking almost like a proud mother when their child did something kind.

I wouldn't object to calling you mommy. You thought and had to cough to hide your heating face from her.

"I took the liberty of asking for them to keep our drinks warm, they'll bring it over anytime soon," she rested her hand on top of each other on the table "So, how have you been acclimatizing? Are the students warming up to you?" she could not stop being the principal of Nevermore even while on a date. Was it a date? You counted it as one.

"They are soo much fun. I love them all," you beamed at her and a young barista came if two cups of hot chocolate with extra cream "Thank you!-"

"I must say that I was worried they'd be a bit weary of having another normie teacher after the incident of last year. We accidentally employed a radical with plans of destroying the school." she said carefully, her eyes trained on yours.

"Gee, that sound horrible. Was everyone ok?" she seemed to approve of your reaction. Was she testing you?

"One student, unfortunately, died, along with several normies hitchhiking in the proximities, but the teacher and her accomplice were emprisioned."

"I'm so sorry," you reached for her hands, caressing them in a way you hoped was comforting "I swear I don't want to kill anyone. At least while they're all behaving." you joked and immediately regretted it thinking it was too soon to make fun on something so serious, but to your delight and absolute relief, Larissa burst into a fit of laughter, breathtakingly full.

After that, it was much easier to talk. She seemed to drift to other topics instead of school, even sharing that she was almost sure you were the new teacher when you discussed your class plans on the airplane. You joked and attempted flirting a bit, feeling almost frustrated that it was so easy with everyone else but with her, it seemed like you were stepping on a bed of nails, scared she might reject you.

In the end, it was a lot of fun. You were almost sure she wanted you, even if she tried to conceal it, and your hopes were up.

It was the last class of the day and everyone was choosing their seats at the rearranged tables to form four big groups. Today your little hell-sents would recreate historical moments when outcasts advanced in their fight for acceptance in society by building dioramas. They seemed excited enough when you told them and started working as soon as each got their prompt.

About ten minutes into the class, someone politely knocked at the door. How could a knock sound polite you didn't know, but you very much knew who could be the only person to achieve that.

Larissa greeted you with a warm smile, saying she just wanted to pass by to see how everyone was acclimatising to you. Luckily, your students seemed to like you well enough, and when Principal Weems asked what they thought of you so far Enid said, "Professor l/n slays, principal"

Some other students also contributed, complimenting you on how your classes were banging compared to last year's. You didn't like to be compared but couldn't contain the smugness from being the "cool teacher"; maybe having your pest younger siblings was not so bad if you could relate to teenagers more easily.

After hearing the praises, Larissa seemed half-satisfied half-confused. You didn't realize why that was, but quickly forgot about it when she said:

"Also, I meant to ask you after our lovely outing yesterday but ended up forgetting it," she explained "Would you like to visit me later for wine? After dinner, maybe?" she seemed perfectly innocent, but her accentuated Ts and low voice made your stomach lurch nonetheless.

"Of course-" you stopped abruptly, your voice too high and certainly perking up a few students' ears "I would love too. I'll see you at dinner?"

Larissa only nodded, amused, and left you to continue the class.

The class ran smoothly after that. The dioramas were not completely finished but you allowed everyone to pick up on their work the next week, they were having fun while learning and that was all that mattered.

While your students were leaving you started packing up your own things; you would grade in your rooms since they had a more comfortable sitting arrangement. When you were finished and ready to go, you noticed four students still in the room, whispering amongst themselves by the door.

"Hey, guys. Can I help you with anything?" you smiled at the girls, Wednesday, Enid, Bianca and Yoko. Curious how they would be friends, being all so very different from each other.

Enid eyed her companions unsurely before taking a step forward, "We were just wondering... we heard you and Principal Weems talking earlier, and after you seemed very..." she fumbled for words, and Wednesday provided an end to her sentence:

"Out of sorts, in a way. Have you done anything to upset the headmistress?" she arched a brow, very to the point, that girl.

"No, why would you guys think that?"

"You just seemed very bothered, pale and breathing fast. We thought you were in trouble," Yoko provided.

While you discussed, Larissa passed by your class, assuming it was ended and no one would be there beside you, but stopped at the sound of multiple people talking about... was it her name she was hearing?

"Girls, I am not in trouble. Don't worry."

"Then why did you look upset?" Bianca jumped in, in a demanding tone you couldn't blame a siren from sporting. It was rather becoming on her, really.

You debated with yourself what to tell them. Maybe it was that you missed the twins, or maybe the madness you felt for repressing your lust for the principal, but you decided to confide in them.

"Do you really want to know?" you asked in an almost desperate tone, they seemed to thrive by the prospect of gossip and nodded vehemently "I'm just... I'm just... simpingsofuckingmuchforthatwoman" you finished in a rush.

They were quiet for a moment, you didn't know if it was shock, disgust, or just plain simple confusion.

"Called it," Wednesday said.

"What?!" you squeaked.

"I mean it was obvious..." Yoko drawled.

Were they having you on all this time? Just to get the information out of you?

"I completely understand, I mean she's so boujee with her clothes and that air about her"

While you were slowly melting to the ground, Larissa was at levels upon levels of confusion on the other side of the door. What were you talking about? Simping? Boujee? What in heaven was all that?

"How did you know?" you asked in a disbelieving voice.

"The way you look at her? How your face looses all colour? Kinda sus," Enid chirped in. Jesus, you were so obvious, weren't you? Weems probably was just having some fun with you, watching all the different expressions your panicked lusty mind painted on your face.

"Your reaction is fully understandable and supported by us," Wednesday said in her monotone, was she saying they ship you?

"Absolutely, I'm a total stan" Enid agreed.

"Yes girl, she's totally sliving it and you deserve something good, you're the coolest teacher in this school but your awkward-ass baby vibes demand a good mommy," Yoko finished.

At the end of it, you were laughing and joking about how much of a mommy she would be, and Larissa could only gather that maybe you felt intimidated by her and the girls thought you deserved someone better, softer and that didn't make you feel so nervous. She left in a haze of thoughts, thinking about how had she managed to make you uncomfortable when she had only ever tried to flirt and be approachable. Maybe her appearance was too much for you, maybe you two were never going to work because you felt you had no choice but to be responsive and flirt back. She was so very confused, she thought you had a connection but maybe she interpreted it all wrong. Well, she had certainly dealt with disappointment before, you would only add to a long list. She wasn't necessarily sad, it was almost funny actually, she'd just have to deal with the embarrassment of it.

Dinner felt charged. When you waved to the principal, she gave you a curt nod and a smile. You sat beside her to talk, maybe flirt a bit, but she only seemed dismissive of your attempts. It was as if electricity filled your veins and tensed your spine, but not in a fun way. Larissa was weirdly relaxed, almost like you hadn't gone on a date and she had invited you for drinks. She was civil enough, talking with Vlad and Persephone, but the jovial remarks and amused smirk didn't include you.

Later, when you were getting ready to go to her office, you realized your shoulders were still tense. Maybe her behaviour at dinner was she trying to tell you she thought better of it and didn't want you to come. You were almost giving up going when the girl's voices came to your mind, about how they thought your energy balanced so well and your tentative banter was the cutest (according to Enid and very much not Wednesday). If she didn't want you she might as well say it to your face, you decided and marched confidently down the corridor.

"Oh, you came," Larissa greeted you surprised after three curt knocks "I thought you wouldn't want to after all." she seemed eerily calm and polite.

"Why wouldn't I want to come?" you asked genuinely curious while following her inside.

She filled two glasses of red wine, sweet but earthy you realized, and sat on one of the chairs by the fire.

"I'm not prone to dancing around a subject," she said matter-of-factly, looking into the fire "I may have been in the past but I learned it only causes unnecessary discomfort."

You had no idea where this was going, but hey, being direct was a great trait, right?

"I heard you talking to some girls after your last class. I was going to stop by for a chat but ended up listening in."

You felt your face heating up. Had she heard you nonsensically thirsting over her to your students? Jesus Christ, that was so embarrassing. Wait, would she scold you for talking about the principal with them? It would only be fair but you thought the mortification of knowing she heard it was punishment enough, honestly.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" you felt laughter slowly rise from the nervousness "They forced me to tell them, I swear!" now you were laughing, so embarrassed you could only laugh more and by the confused and almost amused expression on Larissa's face it was not helping your case.

She wasn't taking your regret seriously, and thinking it funny wouldn't alleviate any reprimand she might give you.

"I just..." you wheezed "I just had to tell someone" you coughed, cleaning tears from your eyes. You were so desperate.

"I'm upset about it," Larissa said calmly, and that made your laughter slowly subside "But I do agree that it is a bit humorous, if not to me. It is completely fine, really, I just wish you had told me you didn't think about me that way."

She was so put together. What the fuck was she talking about, though?

"What do you mean 'didn't think about me that way'?" you frowned, tilting your head.

She seemed equally confused, "You were discussing how intimidating I was? I believe someone mentioned I was 'boujee'? and 'sliving it'?"

It didn't make any sense to you. What was she talking about? You literally confessed simping for her... unless she didn't know... what it meant?

"And what do you think it means to be those things?" you asked carefully, picking up your wine glass and sipping with an arched brow.

She frowned and accompanied the movement of your hands with her eyes when you put the glass back down.

"Because I remember saying I am a simp for you, which means I would do whatever the hell you asked me and say thank you," her eyes went wide at that, and you smirked, continuing in a lower tone "and boujee means you are so fucking stylish and screams classy mommy all over,"

"And what does sliving mean...?" Larissa replied in a whisper, taking you in with a tight swallow, her hand dropping her own glass of wine on the floor.

"It means," you started, getting up from your chair to walk toward her, silently asking for permission to come close "that you are a glamourous and powerful woman in complete control of your life and consequentially the reason I drink three liters of water a day because I'm always so fucking thursty," you finished sitting in her lap, her hands around your waist.

"How was I supposed to understand that from all the gibberish you were talking?" if ".exe stopped working" was a facial expression, that would be her at that moment and you could not keep from laughing again.

"You weren't," you chuckled, that woman was adorable "Because as I and the girls agree, you are such a mommy" you finished before kissing her with the biggest smile.

I know this was a long time coming, guys, sorry!

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