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arklay · 2 years

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tagged by @leviiackrman to fill this out for some of my ocs, however, i did add a lot more options to it – thank you so so much jess! ♡

tagging: @aartyom @aceghosts @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @cultistbase @denerims @faarkas @florbelles @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @jillvalcntines @lightwardens @morvaris @narshadda @nocticulas @nuclearstorms @prometheas @qverida @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @shadowglens @shellibisshe @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @swordcoasts @voerman @wrymbloods & anyone else who'd like to do this! as always, there's no pressure! ♡

OC APPEARANCE SURVERY.

BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels.

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

HAIR

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

#tag games.#oc: diana #oc: reina #tw: body image #hi um i added A LOT to this to just include more (especially masc options) as well as just fix the ordering of some things cause it was #doing my head in <3 but yeah!! this is fun and i love seeing like styles and such so i wanted it to be a bit more detailed!!#i also changed a few adjectives because one specifically under skin made me recoil :) case of leah being oversensitive but still #also i did reina's hair naturally but she does straighten it and put treatments in it and such so like it's all over the place. it's #straight and wavy sometimes but just like... naturally it's curly okay? same with the parts lmao it depends what's she's doing #also fun fact with reina's piercings as well. those are the ones she currently has but she also briefly had a monroe for a few months at #one point and she had her belly button done for a while until rosa came along. but a lot of her piercings she's had to get re-pierced a few #times. gestures vaguely at the coma. you know how it is? got blown up and everything. anyways.#if i missed anyone i am so sorry i was tagging so many people my brain literally lost track of wtf i was doing but please tag me!!!#and if you've already done this then just ignore me <3

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archersartcorner · 2 years

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Replaying TES made me wanna remake references for my primary OCs… so Sven first!

Here's a link to Po, my HoK!

And a link to Val, my LDB!

IDs under cut!

[ID: Two character reference images, both for the same character, done digitally in procreate.

The first image shows the character, Sven, from the chest up. He's a dark elf, with dark, muted, purple skin; muted, dark red hair, that's jaw-length and swept back; red eyes; a hooked nose; and a light beard. His skin is dotted with golden "freckles," and there are some bigger blots of golden skin in some areas, will mention explicitly in the second reference. He's wearing a dark, sleeveless turtleneck with a chest window, and a red, half-sided robe covering his left half (viewers right). His left hand is raised to his chest, showing a ring with a moon and star. Notes around the portrait read: "Sven Moon-and-Star (as he appears by 4E 201) / The Forgotten Nerevarine, despite the name. / House Telvanni Master, officially lives with Neloth during the time of Skyrim. Somehow tolerates the mer. / Master Conjuror. Maybe can bear Neloth because Neloth knows he's better than him at just this one magic school, just the one. / With most others, Sven is quiet and humble about his past. He still remains humble, but opens himself more to Valerio when he's revealed to be the Last Dragonborn, as Sven remembers how lonely and overwhelming it was to be prophecy-stricken."

The second image is a full body picture of Sven with selective coloring, a reference of where Sven's scars and marks are located, at least on the front of his body. The image also shows Sven is rather muscular, if a little thin. Notable marks (viewers perspective) are the yellow freckle-like marks dotting most of his body; bigger yellow splotches on his upper left head, lower right jaw, right shoulder, left pec, right wrist, left hand, left hip, right thigh, left calf, and right leg; red scars, a small one on the left of his lip, two on his right ear, four in a downward movement on his right shoulder, one on his right arm, one on his left arm, a smaller, circular scar below his left pec, two bruise-shaped marks on his left and right hip/waist, five horizontal scars on his left thigh, and two scars on both of his legs where they meet the feet, a smaller one on his left foot, and a bigger one on his right. There's a purple, crescent-moon shaped mark on his right pec, covered by a yellow star-shaped mark. There are many notes surrounding the image, the first read: "Scar Reference for Sven / Info: / The small yellow dots are from the Corprus. When it was healed, the smaller bloats turned golden. Look like freckles. / The large yellow blots are also from Corprus, from larger bloats that shrunk and left golden skin behind upon healing. / Red is scarring from battle. / Purple is a birthmark." Pointing at the four scratches, reads: "These four scars came from Dagoth Ur and his fucking claws." Next to the birthmark, reads: "The purple moon shape is a birthmark. The star came after "curing" Corprus." Next to the arm scar on the right, reads: "This scar and the one on the other arm are from Almalexia." Pointing to the small scar below his left pec, reads: "From Vivec, post-Red Mountain." Pointing to the two large bruise-like scars, reads: "These two big ass chunks are from Hircine." Next to the five horizontal scars on his thigh, reads: "Self inflicted." And finally, next to the scars on his lower legs, reads: "After becoming Hlaalu Hortator, he was captured and interrogated by Ordinators for weeks. It was a traumatizing experience, but these particular physical scars haven't gone away. Limits his mobility, but he levitates 99% of the time, so it's mostly unnoticeable." END ID.]

#tw: self harm #tw: self harm scars #tw: scars #just wanna make sure i get those before tagging whatever else #my art #oc: sven #morrowind #elder scrolls #described #nerevarine #gay af to be a conjuror. what are you conjuring? other men?#he does do that actually... his favorite summon is his dremora lord friend. gay boy #the quest where folks in sadrith mora mention that neloth cant possibly be summoning ghosts in the hotel cus he Sucks at conjuration #is one of the funniest with the added impact of neloth in skyrim LMAO this why you like enchanted rods huh. cant cast a conjuration spell.#taako voice kind of a shitty wizard #YOU ASK NELOTH ABOUT IT AND HE GETS ALL DEFENSIVE. LIKE NO ITS NOT HIM BUT HE CAN DO THAT IF HE WANTED TO DONT GET IT TWISTED-#also yes sven gave himself that last name. also yes vehk tried Foul Murder 2!!!!!!!!!! and failed #for the most part tho sven isnt so heavily scarred. usually hes able to heal himself up - the ones that linger are the ones he didn't have-#-the magicka to put back together. or ones that also correlate to emotional trauma. cus im a sucker for that #just atronach things: NO MAGICKA??? OUT OF MAGICKA??? CANT RECALL OR INTERVENE????????? /NO POTIONS???????/

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sweatervest-obsessed · 5 months

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hello !! rn i'm in the mood for some angst with a happy ending so can i request something where reader's got really bad abandonment issues? 🥹 maybe they fight over something which makes r leave ++ spence is confused bc it's so sudden n unlike them but it's all bc theyre scared he'll leave first n then it's just lots n lots of reassurance🥹🥹 thank you!!

Obsessed.

Thank you for the ask!!

So I wrote you this gorgeous 1k fic. I was so fucking proud of it. And then my computer deleted the WHOLE THING (which is why I am so behind on responding to this lmao). But. I rewrote as much of it as possible, and then changed and added a few things. So now it's better than before.

I really enjoy this version ,and I hope you do too!! so please enjoy!!!!!

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

TW: Anxiety, depression, intrusive thoughts, self-destructive tendencies, swearing, abandonment issues lmao

“What do you mean….”

You couldn’t look at him. How could you? I mean, leaving the love of your life because you know he could never love you back in the way you love him. He’d just leave anyways.

They all do.

You’re just trying to minimize the pain.

But why did it hurt so fucking much.

Which was why you kept your gaze anywhere but him.

“I-I-I—“ You kept your gaze on the ground. “I can’t do t-this anymore Spencer.”

“Can’t do what. Y/n you aren’t making any sense. What’s going on?”

You should you head. “It’s over. Spencer.”

"Y/n what are you..."

Looking at the ground, you began to fidget, something about his gaze on you was making he whole situation worse. Originally you were going to just send him a text and disappear for the rest of your life, but he came home early. He wasn't supposed to be home for another day.

"Spencer I-I." You flexed your hands, trying to find the right words. "It's done Spence. I can't.."

"You can't what?" His voice was a whisper. You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, but you wouldn't dare look at him. If you looked at him, you would cave and stay and he would take your heart in his hands and crush it to dust.

But why did this hurt so much?

"What is going on Y/n. Talk to me."

You couldn't understand why he was being so caring. Why was he so fucking perfect. It felt like a sick joke that the universe gave you this perfect man, and then put the sinking feeling in your gut when it got too good. Like something was going to go wrong.

And you wanted to be ahead of it. Start the grieving process now before you got too deep.

It's too late for that anyways.

His voice was soft. He didn't move towards you. He didn't want to 'spook' you---he knew you so well.

You know him so well.

Clearly, whatever tactic you had tried to employ when he came home, wasn't working, so you decided to shift. You shifted to the anger resting in your gut. The hot and heavy coals that burned through your skin and made you seeth with anger.

"Y/n, please, look at me."

You couldn't. And he fucking knew that too. You stormed past him and towards the bedroom.

Spencer was speechless, completely unsure as to what was going on.

When he arrived home you had been shoving things into your suitcase, but then when you saw him you froze up and started to try and break up with him.

"Talk to me. What is going on?"

You ignored him and started to pull clothes out of their respective drawers and onto the bed you two shared. It was hectic, and aggressive. You were slamming things, stomping--anything to hide the slight tremor in your hands, and make you seem bigger than you were.

"Y/n!"

His voice made you jump but it didn't stop you. You took the pang of guilt in your stomach and tried to twist it into the anger you so desperately tried to justify.

Spencer slowly moved over to you and tried to take you hand.

"NO." You threw the small pile of clothes you had just taken from the closet on to the ground and pulled away quickly. "No Spencer god. Wh-what don't you fucking get. We're done. It's over."

Spencer rarely heard you raise your voice, let alone yell, and definitely never at him. But you weren't even looking at him.

You fucking hated it when he profiled you. It made your skin crawl when you felt his eyes roaming over you. "Look at me."

His voice wasn't hateful. It wasn't angry. It was soft, understanding.

God why did he have to make this so fucking hard.

"Y/n..."

"Spencer. Stop."

You felt the moment he realized what was happening in your brain., You weren't the easiest to read, but you weren't exactly a closed book either.

"Look at me."

You looked up and made eye contact with him, hoping that the last part of your will would hold strong, and get you through this.

Spencer's eyes were filled with worry and disbelief. You saw the swarm of emotions as he locked eyes with you. But behind all of the disbelief and concern and love and pain was fear. You could see the pain he was so desperately trying to hide from you.

You know him so well.

Spencer could see the straight fire in yours. They were lit with a facade of anger and pain and hatred. But you could never hate Spencer. Never. And he saw right through it. He could see the panic in your eyes. The pure terror and pain.

You hated that he knew you so well.

"Y/n..."

He took one step forward, not trying to corner you, but trying to get closer to you. You took one step back.

"No." You shook your head.

"Please just talk to me."

Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid wonderful voice and his kind eyes and his love and the way he knows exactly how you take your tea in the morning and all of your favorite books and why you love the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice so much and what animals you wanted to have one day and why you hated spiders and the ocean so much and which museums and monuments you had on your bucket list. Fuck this man for loving you so hard, and making you want to spend every single moment of your life with him.

"I-I--" and fuck him for making your voice crack. You took another small step backwards.

"Please." Another step forward.

This time, all you could do was shake your head and break eye contact. You were tensing up the closer he got to you.

"Y/n."

"N-No" You chooked on your own voice. A single tear broke through and slide down your cheek.

"Baby please..." Another step. "Just talk to me. What's going on?"

That was the final straw for you.

The dam broke, and tears poured down your face. You let out the most heartbreaking sob that Spencer could have never imagined.

His arms were quickly around you, catching you and bringing you both down to the floor, where he held you against his chest.

You shook your head and tried to escape from his grasp, but he just held on tighter to you, not letting you go. Spencer could never let you go, he just didn't know how to tell you that.

Through your tears, you started to hyper ventilate. Spencer wouldn't let you leave his arms. It felt like a boa constrictor. You couldn't breathe.

You started to panic, not taking in as much air as you should, causing your head to get dizzy. You tugged on Spencer's arms as he tightened his grip on you, determined to keep you safe in his arms while you got whatever it was out of your system.

You screamed at him to let you go. He didn't respond, only holding you against his chest and you angrily slammed your hands against it.

Why was he so fucking perfect. Why couldn't he just let you leave and walk away.

Fuck.

Once your breathing had started to even out a bit, Spencer adjusted the two of you, still on the ground, so that you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck.

Surrounding you was all of your clothes thrown about, and your suit case barely filled with anything.

He didn't say anything, just continued to rub his thumb against your hip, letting you come down from whatever sort of panic you just went through.

He held you close to his body, deciding in that moment to never let you go, ever.

You felt the world slow down. Time melted beneath you as the sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, The leaves browned and fell of the trees, and the earth stopped spinning at the end of time and all of the stars had died out. The world had stopped but you were still in Spencer's arms.

"I don't know..." He whispered in your ear, and the world started to turn again. "What just happened in your head--"

You tried to speak up but he just shushed you gently. "But we don't have to talk about it until you're ready."

You nodded.

What did you do in this world to deserve this man?

"Why don't we make some tea?" He whispered, and you just nodded again, holding onto Spencer as if the floor was going to give out and cause you to fall through the pits of hell and judgment, away from one another.

Neither of you went to move, finding peace in one another's arms.

While Spencer truly had no idea what just occurred, or why it occurred, he was still sitting here with you. And while you owed Spencer an apology and an explanation, he was still sitting here with his arms wrapped around you, kissing your shoulders.

Spencer Reid was going to stay with you for as long as you'd let him, and he would do anything to get you to see that, even if it meant sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, holding you until the stars burned out and the world stopped spinning.

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girlboypersonthingy · 2 months

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Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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yandere nbc hannibal with a very chill fem darling? like he kidnaps her and she’s just like ‘i don’t have to pay rent or work and you’ll feed me and love me unconditionally?? bet sign me up’ lmao i think that would be me. idk just random domestic headcanons would be nice 😩😭

YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

this would also be me (but with like, much more added fear💀) at least i’d have part of my life sorted

i’ll do a drabble and then put some domestic headcanons down for u💗

TW: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship, implied kidnapping and false imprisonment, manipulation reader is female

NBC!Hannibal x Accepting Female!Reader💗🌷 (and domestic headcanons)

Domestic headcanons under the cut:)

On the surface, from the minute he took you, it seemed as if you were simply in too much shock to properly respond to what he had just done.

From the lack of fighting, screaming, crying, or begging like he had expected, Hannibal just assumed perhaps your mind had switched itself to survival instinct. To be as kind and patient with him as possible from the fear he may harm or kill you

And Hannibal loves the fact you’re so accepting of the sudden situation, it makes accepting being with him much easier and means he is able to be so much more lenient with restricting your freedom within the house.

He adores how you’ll obey any command without question, sitting when asked to or retreating to another room when he needs you to leave momentarily.

On the surface, it does seem like everything is alright.

But below? He’s concerned for you, quite a bit.

Sure, he presumed you were simply in shock, and it should've worn off the more he slyly therapised you, but each time you became more and more accepting of his i healthy obsession towards you, and his constant affections.

It worried him greatly that perhaps you’d developed stockholm syndrome. He wanted your devoted love, not some sick loyalty.

He was also concerned that perhaps you were trying to earn his trust to run away

So, he brought his concerns up with you one night over dinner, mentioning how ‘well behaved’ you’ve been and how you should think of a ‘reward’

((*hint hint* “please tell me why you’re being so obedient, darling. *hint hint*))

“I don’t want a reward Hanni, I just like living here with you. it’s free and I don’t have to work” you reply nonchalantly, barely lifting your eyes away from the food as you eat

Hes a little insulted that you view him more as a home and money bank, but happy nonetheless that you see him as the sole provider and have to rely on him only for food and shelter

You can tell that you’ve insulted him a little, so that evening whilst he’s reading in his study you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, asking when he’s coming to bed because you can’t sleep without him

(He forgives you forever)

Hey, it’s a win-win.

Most chores in the house have already been completed before you’ve even noticed something needs to be cleaned. Hannibal takes care of it for you, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t little things you can do

Hannibal will not let you cook. no no no. He’s worried his ‘special eating habits’ will undo all the love you have for him and you’ll run away, or worse, cease to love him at all.

He lets you wash the dishes instead, snaking his arms around your waist from behind when you take too long.

Dusting the corners of the bookshelf, only Hannibal persuades you to climb down from the ladder since “it doesn’t need to be dusted”

(Hes actually just scared you’ll fall)

Loves spending his off days with you quietly reading whilst you sit in his lap, one hand on the book and the other running through your hair

When he trusts you enough, he’ll start bringing you out.

Never to his parties, no. Nobody can know you’re with him since your disappearance, but he’ll roam the woods with you or take you somewhere nice and secluded, letting you babble away at whatever current thing you’re interested in

Which, speaking of babbling, he loves hearing you talk. Tell him anything and he’ll listen intently, eyes softening at the sound of your voice

#slasher headcanons #slashers #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal headcanons #yandere hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal x you #yandere hannibal fic #hannibal x you #hannibal headcanons #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal fic #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal lecter fic #male yandere

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ameraincandy · 6 months

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💗 𝒱𝟣𝓇𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒻𝓇𝒾♡𝓃𝒹❣ ! 💗

Synopsis: What is it like for your favorite characters to have a streamer girlfriend? /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

Characters: Modern C.E.O. Yae miko & Rival streamer Scaramouche.

!tw!: NSFW under the cut, mentions of established relationships, special toys, and head. (Ifykyk) mostly wholesome though.

𝐂.𝐄.𝐎.! 𝐘𝐀𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐎 🌸

Occasionally, Miko didn't have a problem with you being a streamer. In fact, she's the one that suggested it since she knew your potential of being one, some may call it her scouting skills for talent. So with the use of her..."persuasion" , you finally caved in to her with a shaky sigh as you've begun to use one of the many expensive streaming equipment she bought for you. Thanks to miko, you weren't a deadbeat freeloader of a girlfriend to her anymore with the amount of superchats you were receiving! Aside from the fact that most donations came from her though...

NSFW under this!

You let out a quiet whimper as you felt your legs shift uncomfortably against the vibrator that miko had slipped inside you. Per request to a loyal viewer of yours, one of tonight's streams was a gaming stream to a famous horror indie game of their choosing! Despite not favoring horror, you did your best to navigate the game's mechanics... although you missed out on the fact that your girlfriend had that mischievous look in her eyes as soon as you got that donation, tricking you somehow into that punishment of hers...

”T-thank you for the s-super..ah-superchat! Darklord69, yeah! I'll beat this level in no time-ee..time...“

Your voice crooked as you squeezed your legs shut to stop the miniscule of vibrations, praying to god that it won't be obvious to the camera or else you'll be banned for life!

Miko, on the other hand seemed to be enjoying herself as she sat across from behind the monitor, testing the waters by lightly pressing each setting on the remote controlled vibrator....ignoring the way you would shoot panicked glances at her direction, begging...begging for her to stop! Yet to your dismay, Miko would only press a finger to her lips; signaling for you to stay quiet.

”Nnmmp...” But luckily for you, none of your viewers seem to be none the wiser when you took a quick look at the stream's chat box, they probably thought you were just really scared of the game you were playing, not the other absurd fact that you were about to squirt all over the computer screen.

“Fuu-FUCK!~“ you jumped out of your seat with a loud cuss falling head first under your desk after a jump scare was shown, then chat was flooded with several “R.I.P.“'s, “LMAO“'s and ”IS SHE OKAY??"'s messages.

The stream soon ended abruptly after that fiasco. While your girlfriend approached your fucked-dumb state with a grin.

“Enjoyed yourself little one?~ You sure did put on quite a show...“

Miko teased as she knelt down to quiet your pants with a feverish kiss that caused you to let out a guttural moan, her free hand pulled the vibrator outside as white liquid oozes out of your legs..♡

𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋-𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑! 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀 👾

Before you were a well-known streamer, you were a surprise occurrence in Scaramouche's streams at random given times, riling up his viewers as you were known as that mysterious girlfriend of his, adding more to their curiosity by not showing your face and entice them with only the lower half of yourself.

Off-screen however, you would jokingly tease Scaramouche with remarks such as; “The viewer count seems to rise whenever I appear on screen you know?“ chuckling as you show him the cockiest smirk known to man, enabling Scaramouche to give you a sarcastic laugh.

“You brat, who do you think you're talking to huh?“

When he said those words to you, your brain (and cunt) automatically knew that you were in deep shit from the way his fingertips found it's place under your chin, all to just sink his nails in the flesh juust a bit...tilting your head upwards to reveal a condescending smirk.

“Why don't you try being a streamer hm?“

Yet, to Scaramouche's disappointment, your debut as a streamer fared far better than he expected; not soon after your viewer count was rising in numbers, not to mention that bastardly amount of simps that contributed to your boyfriend's dismay. As if karma was going to bite him in the ass, some of your viewers raided his streams chat box with links to your stream instead. Since then, there has been a running joke that you two are each other's mortal enemies.

Don't get him wrong however, despite the petty rivalry you two show on streams together... Scaramouche doesn't hate that you're a streamer. Your boyfriend just dislikes those types of scummy eyes watching his girlfriend's content with obvious unhinged thirst. So he found a way to fix that.

NSFW under this!

Scaramouche didn't know what kind of sick fuck he was with the way he was reeling in the sight of you completely wasted after he spent hours throatfucking you, brashly wiping away the tears that swelled in your eyes from after you attempted to push his shaft down inhumanely deeper than it already was. You can tell that he was about to cum for the 5th time that night with his thrusts getting sloppier and his pace having seemed to vanish.

“H-hah! I've always known you were a whore... honestly I- oooh god..!” Scaramouche gritted his teeth after you unexpectedly flattened your tongue on the tip of his cock, deliciously drenching it in your saliva just as he likes it~

The back of your throat slaps against his cock that elicited a groan to vibrate around him that added a lot more to his pleasure; just before he could spill his seed, he clumsily slipped out in time and forced your mouth open with his fingers, letting out a breathless laugh as Scaramouche coats your pretty face in his cum.

“Ffuuuck...that was amazing haahh..“ Scaramouche lovingly cupped your cheek as he places the stray hair behind your head while catching his breath, he could feel his dick growing hard again by just admiring his bratty girlfriend all over his control, picking you up in his arms to rapidly throw you on the mattress all the while scattering kisses between your thighs as a rushed apology from how much he was going to ruin you tonight. Although what Scaramouche wanted to confess was actually a protest to you continuing streaming...why need hundreds of eyes adoring you when he has been doing so all this time and better? (Not-so-Regretfully) It has been muffled from the amount of orgasms you two had that night, it was probably for the best anyways.

Since you didn't even notice that blinking red light on your monitor the entire time.

-♡

#tw smut #tw sex toys #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #yae miko smut #streamer au #modern au #tw cursing

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angelicjungwon · 6 months

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heeseung - enemies to lovers kinda thing

plot: you and heeseung are at the same uni, sharing the same classes and exchanging glances every chance you get.

you hated him, he hated you. it was a mutual feeling, at least that‘s what you thought.

but one party and a few drinks changed it all.

word count: 1089

tw: heeseung being mean, suggestive talk (tiniest bit), university & classes lmao, alcohol, idk if i forgot something

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There he was again, sitting right where you were able to see him. He wasn’t listenting to the lecture, all he was doing was staring at you and pretending to take notes.

You knew he never studied or took notes, this man was not only gifted with his looks but also with a great memory. He didn‘t need notes or books, all he had to do was listening to watch the professor said once and it was embedded in his brain.

He was your ideal type to be exact. He was smart, handsome, tall, had a great fashion sense and he loved tea, coffee and books as much as you did.

You have met him way too many times at your favourite café but you avoided him.

You two rarely exchanged words, only if needed to.

The reason you disliked each other was easy - you two liked each other but your pride was too high to accept it.

He was known to be a player, at least rumors made him to be and you hated player with a passion but that was not the only reason.

He once made a remark to his friend group, stating that he‘d never in a million years go out with someone like you.

Usually it wouldn’t hurt you hear a man say that, of course it‘s a little off putting but you knew well enough that it usually comes from men who are insecure, however him saying that kinda hurt, considering that he never really talked to you before.

He was making you lose your mind and focus, every class you attended your focus was on him and him only.

"You‘re staring at Heeseung again." Your friend Jungwon said, shaking your shoulder a little. "But this time in disgust, stop it, it looks weird." He added, making you chuckle. "Why does he keep looking at me if he thinks I‘m so ugly."

You muttered under your breath, your eyes not leaving Heeseung.

"I don‘t know, go ask him yourself." Jungwon chuckled and pushed your head to face the tutor. "You look desperate…"

And with that, you only side eyed him for the rest of the lesson before heading out once it was over, deciding to get coffee at your favourite local café while reading over the notes you made during class.

"Stalking me, hm?" A familiar voice asked, you looked up and rolled your eyes. "You wish." You mumbled, facing your notes again. The person you least wanted to see right now, Heeseung himself.

"Jake is having a party at his parents place, they‘re out of town. You should come." He said, handing you a piece of paper with the address. "Why would I?" You asked, making him laugh. "Jungwon said he won’t come if we don‘t invite you. Be a good friend and just stay for at least an hour. I haven’t talked to him in ages, I wanna catch up a little." He said, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

"I‘ll think about it."

And with that you sat in your dorm room, staring at the blank wall of your non-existent roommate. You enjoyed that you were alone, you‘d dislike it more if you had someone in your room every single day and lets not forget, that if you ever felt lonely, Jungwon would spend the night over, telling you all about his dance practices.

You took out your phone to text him, letting him know you‘ll join him on his way to the party, making sure to mention that it was only for an hour and that you two will leave as fast as possible.

Well, let‘s say, the plan did not work out, as two hours later, you were on Jake‘s couch, a little too tipsy, talking to Sunghoon, a friend of Jake, about the most weirdest things possible. It began with eating habits and now turned into 'imagine you could drink soup with your butthole' kinda conversations.

"Are you and Jungwon a couple?" Heeseung said as he took a seat next to you, handing you a cup of whatever alcoholic drink it was.

"Nope, we‘re just friends, no worries, you have Jungwon all to yourself." You replied sarcastically, taking a sip from the cup in your hand as you turned your attention back to Sunghoon.

His eyes never left you, however whenever he did turn away, your eyes didn‘t leave him. Every once in a while you two caught each other staring, however once you two had enough alcohol in your blood, it almost turned into a staring contest. You were in one corner for the room, he was in another, eyes never leaving each other.

You both clearly had the same thought process in that moment, the tension was so intense, everyone else was able to feel it as well.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, his closest friends new he wanted you the day he met you. He couldn’t stop talking about you and once they asked why he didn’t just ask you out, he‘d find excuse like 'not my type' or 'not interested' but everyone knew that he was just too butthurt about the fact that you didn‘t swarm over him like everyone else did.

That was his way of coping, they supposed.

"Heeseung stop staring at (y/n), just go ask-" before Jake could finish his sentence, Heeseung was already on his way over to you.

"I know you want me." He said, leaning over to you, causing you to laugh. "More like, you want me. I see you eyeing me down from back there." He smirked at your response, he did want you.

"Fuck you‘re right." He mumbled, staring at your lips before licking his own. "You have no idea how much I want you, love." He added, eyes back on yours.

"But as much as I do, I would prefer to have this conversation again once we‘re both sober. As the gentleman I am, I‘d like my partners to not be intoxicated before I make any moves. Gotta make sure everything is consensual." He exhaled, unlocking his phone before handing it to you.

"How about you and I get coffee after class on Monday?" He suggested, making you smile.

"Mhm, sounds good to me." You replied, typing your number in his phone before handing it back.

"And bring a list of your favourite books and songs at the moment, I‘d love to get to know you." He winked before leaning back on the couch, getting involved in everyone‘s normal conversations again.

#enhypen oneshots #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #heeseung imagine #heeseung oneshots #heeseung headcanons

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twistmusings · 1 year

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Can i request leona, azul, jade, malleus, and jamil reacting to someone trying to hit on their s/o? Yay tension lmao. Also, happy holidays!! Love your stuff ❤

Happy holidays! Thank you so much!!

How would these five react to someone else hitting on their significant other?

TW: Emetophobia warning (Jamil's part, nondescript), jealousy, Octavinelle implied to do illegal shit (as per usual).

Note: Their partners do not reciprocate the flirting here, and these also assumes that they have never discussed having open or poly relationships with their partners in the past.

Leona Kingscholar

Well he isn't going to react well that's for sure! Leona is pretty territorial when it comes to the people he cares about without even realizing he is, but especially so when it comes to his partner. Now, it would be a different story if his partner would have approached them and maybe they had talked about it beforehand, but that's not what happened and it pisses him off.

And if his partner doesn't want to be hit on or is uncomfortable because of them? There will be hell to pay. If you're going to disrespect him, you had damn well better respect the person he loves if nothing else.

He immediately gets into their personal space and put himself between the person trying to hit on them and his partner and uses his height to his full advantage. If his partner looks closer, they can probably see his tail bristling too.

"Why don't you go find someone else to bother before I make you regret waking up this morning." Leona's voice is cold, and there's the low rumble of a growl from deep in his chest . He scowls at the intruder, lip curling in distaste.

They shrink back, apparently not expecting him to step in. Leona without looking behind him, reaches a hand behind him to where they are, brushing his knuckles against them gently so that they know that the anger isn't directed at them. They didn't do anything wrong.

Azul Ashengrotto

So long as his partner doesn't flirt back then the situation will be fine. Azul is too level-headed to jump to pure rage at someone flirting with his partner, and there was probably a misunderstanding somewhere that lead them to think that they were single.

More than likely things would be just fine... so long as Jade and Floyd aren't there. While Azul is the sort of person who takes an indirect approach, those two would be more than a little likely to go to bat for his honor without his prompting.

It's fine... ah, that's... como se dice a fucking lie. Azul would be furious, and all the more so if it makes his partner uncomfortable. If neither of his two right-hand-men are there at the time, he will step in and make sure his partner is okay and that they are aware they accounted for... and then then will be hell to pay later after Azul calls in a few favors.

"Ah, there you are, dearest." Azul says it loud and clear, enough to startle both of them. He will offer his hand to his partner, smiling at them warmly. "Could you come with me for a moment? I would like to get your opinion on a few centerpieces I'm considering."

And then, when they get close, he will link their arms, fingers curling around their bicep fondly as they do.

And, perhaps, as he and his love walk away from their uninvited guest, he may just throw a rather cruel smile their direction, knowing that his revenge is soon at hand.

Jade Leech

Jade isn't nearly so patient as Azul is. The moment he sees someone else is hitting on his partner, it upsets him. Not that anyone would be able to guess that with the carefully monitored expression on his face, but to his partner it's probably exceptionally clear that he's angry.

He slides right into their conversation like he belongs there. After all, they had enough nerve to step on his toes, didn't they? So why shouldn't he? His lovely partner is spoken for, and they certainly haven't discussed adding anyone, so to him this is a threat to someone he holds very, very dear to him.

He smiles a little wider than usual, just to be extra sure to show the sharp points of his teeth so that they're well aware that should they do something stupid and try to fight him they're outmatched in size and natural weaponry.

"A friend of yours dear?" He said, giving his partner a quick glance to see their response. It takes little more than a shake of their head for him to immediately know how to proceed. "Oh, I see. How kind of you to strike up a conversation then."

Jade perches his chin on his knuckle, eyes narrowing and a wide grin splitting his face, transforming his usually gentlemanly face into a perfect visage of the predatory animal he really is. It's just a quick flash, but it's deeply threatening.

"It truly is a shame, then, that we should be needing to get along on our way, dear." He places a gentle but firm hand at the dip of their back. "Come along, now."

Jamil Viper

Jamil is normally pretty good at keeping his anger and frustration under wraps, but I think that given everything he's been through that seeing his partner being chatted up by someone they've never met might just be the thing to make him snap.

Jamil is... well, a schemer. It's what he does. Especially if the other makes his partner uncomfortable. He's not the kind of person who forgets, nor is he the sort to forgive easily. He'll be sure to thoroughly think out the best plan of action after he gets his partner away from them.

Jamil is glad that his partner seems to be in better spirits after having had some time to themselves away from the interloper who'd been pestering them this evening. They're at a table with friends-- ones that Jamil trusts-- so he has no worries about an encore performance as he stands.

"I'm going to take a quick trip to the bathroom, I promise I'll be right back." He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against their temple.

"Don't take too long, food should be coming soon." Jamil smiles, smoothing a hair through their hair softly.

"I know. I'll make it fast."

He enters the bathroom and makes quick work of doing what he needs to, and as he's washing his hands, he hears the slam of the door behind him. He glances into the mirror with just enough time to see the unknown flirt from earlier scamper into the restroom. It's barely a moment before there's a rather painful sounding retch, and Jamil smiles at his own reflection rather smugly.

Syrup of ipecac is good for more than just emergency poison treatment. He says a silent thank you to Kalim for helping him to be prepared for a moment just like this.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus isn't angry perse. It is a pretty understandable mistake-- most people weren't aware that they were dating as of yet because of his status as prince. Now that doesn't mean that he's not upset. He definitely steps in to interrupt even if he can't exactly out their relationship just yet, though.

It starts to storm. Violently. Which is weird because the weather reports said it should be clear. And if it just so happens that the thunder claps whenever the intrusive flirt opens their mouth, that's just a coincidence. He swears.

He is not pouting. (He is. He's quite grumpy about this whole situation.)

The moment his partner shows even the slightest sign of being uncomfortable with the other's presence, he's sweeping them off to do whatever other thing he can find to do.

"Child of man, shall we dance?" He says it abruptly, smiling at them in a manner that looks just a touch forced.

"Oh? Sure." They reply, honestly a little surprised at Malleus being so forward, but there is no hesitation at all as he takes their hand in his own and guides them away from the conversation, shooting a very visibly cruel grin over his shoulder toward the suitor whom he'd swept the rug out from under. They gape after the two of them, and Malleus can't help the cruel seed of joy that brings him.

"Have you ever ballroom danced? I can show you the steps if you'd like." He chatters, though his emotions show in the tense line of his shoulders. Truly, he'd like nothing more than to sweep them away to his room and into his arms until the both of them forget this little social faux pas. He, quietly, promises himself that as soon as he is able, he will proclaim to the world who his beloved is. He would truly like to see who would be brave enough to flirt with them in front of his face then.

#answered;;#twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jade leech

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yanderecandystore · 8 months

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Hello! If it's not too much of a hassle.

May I please request, Alexandra?

Scenario: Reader (AMAB) is poor and forced to marry Alexandra. But unfortunately for Alexandra, Darling is more interested in their daughter than in her (not incest btw!!) As the years go by.

Lmao I can see it happening X'D

TW/Tags: Somewhat fluff, somewhat goofy, somewhat weird? // mentions of past bullying // silly goofs sort of headcanon // questionable marriage/relationship with Alexandra // People ignoring the victim's side of the story // Reader has a lot of conflicted feelings about his situation // low-key happy ending unlocked?

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Oh no, please don't spoil this child, her mother is already very spoiled, sir. [Yandere!Bully!OC x Male!Reader - Headcanons]:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

I don't think much would happen to be honest, although it is interesting that you got in this situation in the first place. Being forced to marry your rich bully sounds like an absolute nightmare, and it could be considering it's Alexandra we're talking about!

Ah, but who isn't to say that this was all a carefully laid out plan to get you to be with her anyway? I mean it doesn't sound so ridiculous if you think about it.

I don't think she would've been able to orchestrate EVERYTHING, but imagine this- You two met in high school and she hasn't stop being a menace to you even during college, but since your family was always in a tight situation financially she knew how to play her cards right to convince your parents that she was your "high school sweetheart", and that she was the perfect choice for you!

She is a beautiful model after all, she comes from old money- And she has that added benefit of having been in your life for a while now (for the better or for worse… mostly worse). How could your parents NOT fall for her charm??

Which by the way, they never understand why you never showed her to them before, it doesn't matter if you told them the truth before or not, right now they were absolutely sold on her as the perfect candidate for you.

There was an awkward dating phase at first, she would treat you a lot better than she did in her high school years but you still couldn't help but see her as a bit of a menace to your otherwise calm life.

It took you a while to notice why she would treat you the way she did, how she didn't actually mean it… Of course you weren't one to easily forgive and forget, but you did give her a chance to improve herself, despite the odds being against you, you stood your ground and never gave her the chance to put you down again.

The dating part felt a little rushed in your opinion, but nothing could be done about it considering your marriage was planned a lot earlier than you ever could have expected- And I'm not talking about your parents who really needed you to get that financial security, I'm talking about Alexandra.

Your new wife was still creepy… Not scary and overly domineering as you expected her to be in private but still somewhat creepy.

And somehow you grew to accept that! It seemed to get better with each passing year, or maybe you just didn't really care about her obsessive weirdness towards you… Sometimes, it was a bit endearing!

Or maybe you're crazy too, who knows!

Ah, but your daughter, a sweet little girl that thanks to some miracle was not as bratty as her mother! A bit of a daddy's girl, and just a tiny hint of a troublemaker- But that's basically any child.

I would beg you to not spoil her too much as You Know Who is her mother, but I assume you would still do it anyway, wouldn't you?

Your relationship with Alexandra was always a bit odd, and hard to explain. You weren't unhappy, not at all! You had a really good life now, and it wasn't just because of the money.

You've built a really nice family with Alex, even if it's just you three… But sometimes you're not sure if you really love Alexandra all that much…

Well, you grew to like her! But sometimes you feel like you shouldn't so easily forget her past interactions with you, and even though it might seem perfect to be next to someone like her (rich and beautiful), you're very much aware of the ways she could easily ruin someone's life if they got too close to you. The person who slept next to you every night was also the one who would lock you in empty school lockers, and is the same person who would also use her money to ruin someone else's life for even looking at you wrong…

And it's also the same person who smiles everyday as if everyday was sunny to her, who is a good mother overall and great wife despite her unhealthy tendencies, who is always apologizing late at night about her past mistakes even if you didn't bring it up yourself.

You clearly loved your daughter a lot, and after having the displeasure of meeting your mother-in-law you REALLY didn't want your daughter to end up like them (I named her Yasmin but it can be whatever you want-).

It's not just that you really love your daughter with all your heart- She is the reason you feel glad that this marriage happened in the first place- But you're also worried that if you are not around, Yasmin will turn into her mother or worse yet, her grandma, ugh.

You were thankful that she didn't come to visit you three much, if at all. You didn't know why exactly, but something told you Evelyn wouldn't be a good influence on your daughter. She never treated you badly, but you sure knew she didn't treat Alexandra well.

Spoiling wasn't the same as parenting. Nor was whatever that witch did.

In Alexandra's point of view, she recognizes that you seem very distant to her in general, but from her perspective you seem to be slowly getting more comfortable around her- Even if you don't notice!

It can be a bit frustrating that you never give her the same amount of attention you give Yasmin, but she doesn't mind all that much… It's really cute to see how much you care about your family, it's all that she could ever dream off!

Nice try in trying to make her mad, yeah, she gets a little petty sometimes but she isn't the same person anymore, whatever you did during all these years somehow motivated her to become a better person for the sake of you and for the sake of your daughter.

Alex isn't completely unaware of your disinterest, the fact that even after all this time you still feel conflict hurts her but it makes a lot of sense.

But since you're married to her, she would still like to think she has a chance to win your heart, if you would like that or not is up to you or course.

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

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whimsyskittles · 9 months

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hello ^^ i hope u are doing well today!! can i request a hobie x reader where they go on to an aquarium date, and the reader starts to ramble about the sea creatures theyre seeing ?? bonus if by the end they get matching keychains/gifts hdsjskfh thank you !! ;w;

i am!! i hope you're doing fantabulous as well 😚😚

oh my god i love this request okok

why is going on small trips with hobie so exciting??? woooo okay anon, let's do this!!

P.S i added a few small details like the fact that the reader wants to be a marine biologist which is why they're so excited!! 🤭 ALSO!! THERES ANOTHER BONUS!! towards the end, gwen, miles, and pavitr make an appearance!!! 😍

TW: major fluff teehee and a bit of teasing closer to the end

the title is an unintentional reference (iykyk) idk how i ended up with it lmao 😭

☆ his aquamarine hobie x gn!reader !!

"are we almost there yet??" you ask hobie for the hundredth time in the past five minutes

he chuckles and looks over at you as he's driving, "almost, love. about ten more minutes, yeah?"

you groan and look at your window "where are we going, anyways?" you look excitedly at him

"cant tell ya. it's a surprise, you'll love it though. turn on some music to keep ya occupied for a bit."

jokingly rolling your eyes, you smile and turn up the radio

ten minutes later

hobie pulls the car into the parking lot as you try to decipher the surroundings around you

"oh my god, hobie did you bring us to the aquarium??" you show off a wide grin and look over at him

"well, yeah, ya gonna be a marine biologist, arent ya? figured you must love sea animals and brought ya here. happy, love?"

you kiss his cheek and look back at your window

"only the happiest in the world! i cant believe you remembered!"

"why wouldn't i? you're the love of my life aren't ya?" he teasingly says, looking back over at you

you both get out of the car and head towards the aquarium's entrance

as you two walk, hobie grabs your hand to intertwine it with his own

"excited?" he asks as he looks at you

"well, obviouslyyy...!" you smile as you finally walk into the aquarium, admiring how it's decorated and looking at everybody as they gaze into the tanks

hobie chuckled at how mesmerized you looked "cmon then." he gently took your hand and you both walked over to where a certain species of fish were

you gasped and started to ramble about fun facts on the fish that you two were looking at

"these are angelfish! they can get as big as six inches and they will literally eat anything that they can fit in their mouth."

he laughed and smiled at your excitement "ya sure know your stuff, don't ya?"

as you continued telling hobie about all of the different fish and cool facts about them, you reached the stingray petting area.

"oh my god i've always wanted to pet one of these!! did you know that stingrays are considered to be apart of the same group as sharks??"

hobie gives you a quick kiss "no i didn't, thanks for telling me, love" he wanted to say so much more, but he thought it would seem a bit dramatic to praise you over your fish facts. he was thinking stuff like, "y/n is so cool..how do they know about all of this?? they look so adorable when they're excited!"

as you reach the stingray tank, you stick your hand in the water to pet a stingray

"feel how bumpy their skin is, isn't it awesome??" you were absolutely stoked and hobie was just admiring your utter excitement

he put his hand in and felt of the stingray just as you were

"i thought that they 'ad smooth skin." he states, smiling

"a lot of people do, but their skin is actually rough and the scales on it acts as teeth!"

hobie was genuinely surprised and nodded " 'at's pretty amazin', isn't it?"

he already knew the answer

you smiled and nodded as you took your hand out of the water and dried it off

he did the same and took your hand again

"looks like we've almost finished it up, we've got the sharks and then we can make our way to the gift shop, yeah?"

you agreed and walked with him, smiling as you also admired how cool the ocean themed decorations were in the aquarium (didn't expect that, did you⁉️😈)

as you and hobie finished up looking (and as you finished teaching him about them) at all of the different sharks, you stepped into the gift shop)

you looked at all of the plushies and gasped

"look at how adorable these are!" you exclaimed and beckoned for hobie to come over and look at the stuffed shark you had found in a bin

suddenly, a spinning rack catches your eye and you put the stuffed shark back, and hobie chuckles to himself and followed you over to the stand

you grabbed two matching earring pairs that were shaped as a fish (each pair sets had a different fish that matched with the other, almost looking like two had been switched. when is it my turn to be happy???? 😭)

you looked at him with puppy eyes

"can we pleeeaaasseee get these couple earrings??? look, they're shaped like little fishhhh, cmonnn!" you said this excitingly and looked up at him

"i cant say no to that, can i?" he smiled and you walked to the cash register and payed for the matching earrings and you both put them in, putting the earrings you both had previously had in inside of your pockets

[timeskip: a few days later (you and hobie had went to go eat with miles, gwen, and pavitr)]

you and hobie were sitting at a table with miles, gwen, and pavitr as you all talked and laughed

"sooo, what's up with the earrings?" gwen asked teasingly, smiling as miles and pavitr giggled a little

"oh, me and hobie got them at the aquarium a few days ago!" you grinned

"i thought hobie didn't li-" pavitr was cut off as hobie covered his mouth

"yeah, we did. it was lovely, who knew sea creatures were so interestin'?" hobie smiled as he continued to cover pavitrs mouth while you grinned happily

"oookay, lovebirds" gwen replied and started to talk to miles

you and hobie quickly kissed and began to chat some more with each other, while hobie still covered pavitrs mouth

(love how pav is third wheeling gwen n miles AND hobie n the reader 😍😍)

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! thank you anon for this lovely request and i'm looking forward to answering more from you guys!

-whimsy ☆

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zxphy · 1 year

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🌧 Yelan x Nonbinary! Reader.

Tws/cws: Mommy kink, AFAB reader, strap-ons, can be read as dubcon, Yelan fingerblasting you into oblivion, and INCREDIBLY cringe writing. Btw you're autistic, if you weren't before, you are now lmao. Also may have TERRIBLE spelling and spelling.

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

You and the cobalt-haired agent stood alone in one of Wangshu Inn's many corridors. You have one job as a Fatui soldier.

Assassinate Yelan.

You looked her up and down as you trailed behind her. You honestly thought that she was really attractive. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts and followed close behind her, she turned a corner. Now's your chance.

You raise your sword in the air ready to strike down on her with your blade with the intention to kill.

Too bad, the sneak attack didn't work, not by a long shot. Yelan was two steps ahead, before you could even come close to killing her, she grabbed your hands quickly disarming you quickly, and pinned you against a wall with your arms behind your back.

"My, my, what do we have here? Someone trying to kill me?" She asked, pressing your own blade against your neck.

"I-I don't know what you're t-t-talking about ma'am." You stammered out quickly, you didn't wanna die like this, but you don't want to betray her majesty. You have to think of something, fast.

"Don't play coy with me, darling." The agent pressed the blade slightly harder on your neck, more specifically, against your carotid. "Who sent you? And no dilly dallying." She continued.

You whimpered as you felt the cold metal against your throat. Shit. You can't die, not like this.

"The fatui m-ma'am. I was sent p-personally by her majesty." You finally let out.

"Awh, the Tsarita herself sent someone for little ol' me?" Yelan pouted before smirking, "Doesn't she have better things to do?"

Remembering that you're both in a public corridor, Yelan lowered the sword from your neck, pressing the tip of the icy cold metal against your exposed back. Enough to prick your delicate skin, but not enough to draw blood.

"Let's go somewhere I little more private, sweetheart." You blushed at the pet name and nodded slowly.

-------------------------------------------------------

Yelan lead you to her room of the inn and shoved you in before walking in and closing the door behind her.

"Oh right! Before you dare to try anything, give me your hands, now." She glared at you, and you quickly raised your hands for her.

The agent grabbed your wrists and tied them together with some kind of hydro rope.

It's icredibly firm, keeping you in place.

Your mind started to wonder off in a different direction. You started to blush.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Yelan climbed on top of you, your cheeks growing hotter and hotter by the second.

Yelan is incredibly intimidating, but in a hot way, you found yourself getting wet. You shamefully rubbed your thighs together as you felt the agent's warm breath against your neck.

(Un)Fortunately for you, that didn't go unoticed, she flashed a mischievous grin. "Well sweetheart, getting a bit excited are we?"

You didn't answer.

She put her finger on your chest and slowly dragged it down to your crotch, wetness seeping from your pussy through your shorts, you were soaked.

"Goodness dear, I didn't think you'd be enjoying this this much."

Yelan started rubbing your pussy through the shorts of your uniform. Not too long after that she shoved her hands into your shorts, past your panties, dipping her index finger in and out of your cunt.

Soon enough, she added another digit, slick sounds of the agent's fingers filling the lavish inn's bedroom.

"H-hey, wait I don't t-think we should-" She cuts you off.

"Ah ah ah darling, don't speak. Just relax and enjoy." She said in a sickly sweet voice and had pure lust in her eyes. She abruptly sped up the pace, and you feel the knot that's been building up inside you about to burst. The agent's long digits going in and out of your puffy cunt is all you could think about. You stiffen as you feel an orgasm approaching.

Yelan looked at you with a smug grin on her face, "Yeah? Gonna cum sweetheart?" Another one of her fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah- wait! Slow down, I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum? You're gonna cum? Go ahead. Cum for Mommy." She curls her fingers up a bit, hitting that one heavenly spot inside you that makes you scream.

"That's it darling, go on. Make a mess on Mommy's fingers." It was all too much, Yelan's fingers deep in your pussy and rubbing around your puffy clit, you couldn't hold back much longer.

You arched your back and squeezed your eyes shut, the intense sensations between your legs making you squeal incoherent noises like a dummy. Your climax hits you...hard. Your juices gushed and squirted all over the agent's fingers, doing exactly what she wanted.

Making a mess.

You huff and slowly came down from your high, the intense aftermath of your orgasm tiring you out, you let yourself go limp and fall onto the floor.

Yelan got off of you, pulling her hands out of your pants. She scooped you up into her strong arms, and rest you on top of her bed "so you could be more comfortable."

You lay tiredly on the bed, probably about to fall asleep until Yelan spoke up.

"Hold on darling, don't get too relaxed over there, we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." She smirked and left the room.

The "fun part"? She came back after a quick moment with a strap-on. Whatever tiredness you had vanished and you woke right the fuck up. The dildo attached to the harness was huge. Was that even going to fit inside of you?? You stared at Yelan in utter disbelief. "Ain't no way."

She buckled the harness to her waist and smiled, "Don't worry sweetheart, it's gonna fit."

Yelan brought your body closer to hers, the thin layers of clothes being the only thing separating your core and her cock. "Let's get these pesky clothes out of the way." She peeled off your shorts, quickly discarded them, and smirked when she saw your soaked panties.

She slowly pulled down your frilly panties to your knees, the agent wanted to savour the reveal of your cunt. She spread your legs, and stared at your glistening pussy for a minute, loving how your puffy pussy looks so inviting.

"Alright then, let's get this show started." the agent gripped your hips and slowly but surely started to push inside of your cunt, the juices of your previous orgasm made it much easier.

After what felt like a long time, she finally hilted, the tip of her cock against your cervix. You felt so full.

Yelan stood there for a moment enjoying the sight of you under her and your tight walls wrapped so deliciously around her cock.

However, that didn't last long, cause a short second later, she pulled back, only the tip remaining inside you, then SLAMMED right back in. The process was repeated, over and over and over again, until the noises of skin slapping and your squealing filled the room.

"You're being so loud dear," she said between thrusts, "it's like you want the entirety of the inn to know that I'm fucking you stupid."

"Nghh-!! I'm s-sorry!!" you replied back, trying to keep your composure.

"Don't worry dear. It's okay. Go on, tell the whole world who's making you feel good."

"A-ah!! Mommy is m-making me feel guh-good!!"Yelan's fingers once again found your clit and began rubbing circles into it making you scream out in pure bliss.

"That's it baby, keep making such pretty noises for me!" Yelan pulled out, flipped you over then started pounding into you from behind, going even deeper than before, her cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, making you squeal and moan out in delight.

She sped up her hip movement, each time she hilted in you making you scream as you approached your second high, this one much more intense than the first.

With one hard final thrust, you came. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave as it washed over you, you squirmed and writhed under Yelan as you creamed on her cock, your juices soaking the bed sheets under you.

When you came down from your intense high, Yelan pulled out of you and laid beside you, pulling you close to her body, and began to spoon you. You're too exhausted to object.

She kissed your head and whispered into your ear holding you close.

"I think I'm going to keep you."

HOLY FUCKING SHIT NUGGETS I FINALLY FINISHED IT. Honestly it came out better than I expected!! I'm sorry it took so long, school is really fuckin me up rn, but better late than never I guess!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! :3

#🌧⋆⁺₊⋆✿:zeze's creations✧#yelan x reader #yandere yelan #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact smut #yandere genshin smut #yelan smut #mommy issues #mommy fr #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #I think??#mommy milkers #hot mommy #darkfic #tw yandere #dark content #genshin smut #genshin impact smut

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂

♡ pairing: jungkook x reader (soulmates) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: drama, fluff, a touch of crack ♡ au: high school ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.3k ♡ track: Just One Day ~ BTS: “Just one day, if I can hold your hands. Just one day, if I can be with you. Just one day, if only we can be together…”

♡ summary: Jungkook has literally been counting down the days until he could meet his soulmate, but when the day comes he only has 24 hours to find you.

♡ an: @thebadassmotherofmyshotas, this one's for you bae. thank you for putting up with my constant nagging to read my shit lmao 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Today was the day. Today was the day. Today, the magic tattooed timer on Jungkook's wrist would show that he had 24 hours remaining to find his soulmate. Today he would finally meet them.

"Jungkook-ah!" His mother called from down the hall. "It's time to leave for school!"

"Coming, eomma!" The teenager responded. He swung his backpack onto his shoulders and fussed with his hair for one more minute in the mirror, then rushed out of his room. "I'll be home late tonight," he told his mother, "today's the day!"

Mrs. Jeon smiled, knowing just how excited her son was to meet his soulmate. She recalled the same excitement back when she was a teenager and it came time to find her own soulmate. "Keep me updated on where you're at throughout the day," his mother said, "and make sure one of your friends is with you."

"Yoongi-hyung offered to drive me around today." Jungkook grabbed an apple and then hurried towards the front door. Slipping on his shoes, he waved goodbye. "I'll let you know when I find them!"

Jungkook's plan for the day was to spend a few hours at school—the timer would hit 24 hours during lunch—and if he didn't feel that pull that told him you were somewhere in the building, then he'd text Yoongi to meet him in the parking lot. The elder was the only graduated one in their friend group who was okay with Jungkook skipping school for this, and was subsequently the only one who offered to help.

The day seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly. Jungkook kept catching himself glaring at the clock on the wall, then down at the timer on his wrist. Every second was slower than the last. He was so caught up in trying to will time to move faster that he almost missed when the teacher excused them for lunch.

It was almost time.

He met Jimin and Taehyung at their usual spot, and let the two soulmates shove food into him, preparing him for the search that was about to go down. The two of them were lucky, having met each other when they first started school together a few years ago, and becoming inseparable since.

"We'll gather up your homework for you," Taehyung told him as Jungkook chowed down on a spoonful of rice.

"Don't worry about school, okay Kookie?" Jimin added, handing him a water bottle. "You just work on finding them."

"And driving Yoongi-hyung crazy," Tae threw in, getting a smile out of the youngest. There was a small vibration on Jungkook's wrist, and he looked down.

23:59:57

Jungkook quickly looked up, and started looking around. There was something inside him, like a small, thin string, pulling him in a specific direction. "I have to go!"

"Good luck bunny!"

"Fighting!"

Jungkook raced off, barely remembering to grab his backpack (only because it had his phone in it and he promised his mother he'd keep her updated). He ran a basic lap around the school, just checking to see if they were already there. It would save him time searching if they already were.

The invisible string inside him kept pulling him away from the school building. His soulmate wasn't a student at his school, so Jungkook sent the s.o.s. text to Yoongi and shot towards the parking lot. He got a response almost instantly:

already here, on the bike

Jungkook decided to leave out that detail when he texted his mother, along with the fact that he was leaving school in the middle of the day. His eomma didn't like when he rode on the back of Yoongi's motorcycle. It made sense why he brought it instead of his car though: it would be easier to weave around in traffic and make quick turns.

"Hi hyung!" Jungkook greeted, nearly barrelling into Yoongi as he leaned against the vehicle. His arms wrapped around the elder in a tight hug. "Thank you so much for doing this!"

"Yeah, yeah, get off me kid," Yoongi grumbled, even though he did briefly return the hug. "Do you know where we're going?" he asked as he passed Jungkook a second helmet.

"Umm..." Jungkook looked out, away from the school, and gestured broadly. "That way?"

"Specific." Yoongi climbed onto the bike, Jungkook following suit, and the elder started it up. The bike roared to life, and Yoongi looked over his shoulder before donning his own helmet. "Just point in the direction you want me to go in, okay?" Jungkook nodded. Yoongi slipped the helmet onto his head, and the two took off.

Jungkook tried his best to guide Yoongi, but he barely understood where he was being pulled. It took a few hours, but they had driven around nearly every part of the city, and still Jungkook felt no closer to his soulmate. Eventually, Yoongi pulled over and parked outside a convenience store. "Dinner. Come on."

Though he was grateful that Yoongi was paying for food (that he dearly needed) he was getting discouraged. Time was ticking, and they hadn't gotten any closer. The whole city had a vague not here feeling, but he wasn't sure if Yoongi would be willing to venture outside it. He glanced down at the timer on his wrist again.

16:35:42

His mother had given him a curfew; Jungkook needed to be home no later than midnight, regardless of soulmate status. That only gave him another four hours tonight.

Dinner was a quiet affair; Yoongi wasn't usually one for talking, and Jungkook wasn't feeling very chatty himself. It was in the middle of a bite of ramyeon that he felt a stronger pull, one that was clear.

"Hyung! I know where we need to go!"

Yoongi groaned. "Can't I finish my food first?"

"Hyung!"

"Okay, okay, let's go." The two left the store and quickly jumped back on the bike, Jungkook directing Yoongi where to go. After a few minutes and several turns here and there, and Yoongi pulled up in front of an arcade. "They're in here? You're sure?"

"I'm sure, hyung," Jungkook said. He'd never been more sure of something in his life. "I'll be right back." He jogged up to the doors and entered, instantly surrounded by neon lights and video game sounds. This was the kind of place he and Jimin and Taehyung would spend their time at after a well-taken exam.

A group of laughter caught his attention, and he looked over. A group of people had surrounded a dancing game, and two girls were currently going at it in a tense, yet amicable, competition. He wandered over to join the onlookers. The string had pulled him in this direction but wasn't sure who in this group was his soulmate.

One of the girls was doing considerably well, and Jungkook couldn't hold back a comment. "Damn, you're good."

The girl whipped around to look at him, game forgotten. Jungkook felt frozen in place and felt another vibration on his wrist. "What did you just say?" A smile pulled at her lips, and she had a hopeful gleam in her eye. Jungkook didn't answer immediately, instead glancing down at his wrist. The timer had stopped counting down.

16:04:21

"Y/N!!" The other girl whined, trying to shake her friend's shoulder to gain her attention, but it was firmly locked on Jungkook. He looked back at you.

"Um, I said 'damn, you're good'?" Your smile grew wide, but Jungkook couldn't understand why. "Why do you ask?"

You held up your wrist in response. There, in the same magic ink he had on his wrist, were the words he had said scrawled across yours. It only took him a moment to make the connection. Jungkook's lips turned up (in what Tae would call his bunny smile). "It's you."

"It's me," you said, giggling just a bit.

"Oh my god," your friend interjected again, "is this your soulmate??" You both nodded, not looking away from each other.

"I'm Y/N."

"Jungkook. I have to get home soon, but can I have your number?" He eagerly held his phone out for you to take, excited that his efforts from the day hadn't gone to waste.

"Do you wanna meet here tomorrow for a dance competition?" you asked him, a gleam of mischief in your eyes. It was Jungkook's turn to laugh.

"Oh, you're on."

tagging: @daydreamer-writing

thanks for reading!!

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts valentines event #writing event #14 valen tans days #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook drama #jungkook drabble #monfics

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narutosfrog · 2 years

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"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮" — 𝙇𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮'𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙤, 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀

cw: oc!protagonist, unhinged protagonist, Luffy's twin sister, mentions of death, grief, mentions of imprisonment, violence, mentions of Garp beating his grandkids' asses up, Zoro being a literal caveman as always, mentions of scars and serious injuries

TW: this chapter contains graphic description of murder, injuries, imprisonment, death and sexual content. MDNI

Spoiler alert: Dressrosa Arc

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I added a playlist for Zoro and one for my OC, so that you can kinda catch her vibe and enjoy the music as you listen!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE

HELLOOOOO I AM ALIVE. I haven't posted a chapter in forever, ikik. Maybe you guys don't even remember about this lmao. Still, I got in uni and did my mass media history final (kinda hope I [aced] it), so I'll write as much as I can before I have to start breaking my back over my cognitive psychology one.

I hope you enjoy this, sorry for the wait🫶🏼

DRESSROSA

When they set foot in the square, the group was left speechless. Mesmerized, even. The colours, the arches, the little tables outside the bars and restaurants, the stores, the smiling and laughing people. It all looked straight out of a fairytale.

Franky tilted his huge head. "This doesn't look like a place that needs saving," he mumbled. Zoro shrugged at his side. He wasn't exactly surprised to be looking at a perfect façade.

Meanwhile, Lucy was looking at the beautiful dancers in long dresses — like Sanji —, wondering whether holding a rose in their mouth could have been somewhat stingy, and only looked away when something stepped over her foot, making her hiss.

"Look where the fuck you're —." She stopped in her tracks, her mouth falling open. The wooden soldier stumbled on his own feet and turned to look at her in mechanic movements. But that wasn't the weirdest part. The weirdest part was the muffled 'sorry' that came out of its mouth.

Lucy clutched Luffy's arm, incapable of reacting. "Fuck my life," she declared, in the stiffest way possible, "that toy has an accent."

Luffy laughed excitedly, basically jumping on the spot and Franky put a hand on his shoulder to keep him down. "Look!" he exclaimed, pointing at other little toys walking around and talking, "There's more!"

"Well," said Zoro, more horrified than he liked to admit, "that is so fucking normal, right?"

Kin'emon did nothing but shake his head. "Let's move along, Zoro-dono" he muttered, "This place is evil."

Sanji kept staring at the dancers. "I disagree."

Franky looked around before clutching on the twins's shoulders. "Listen, you two. Doflamingo said he has something Luffy wants — he doesn't know about you, Lucy, so you'll have to be..."

"Socially inappropriate?" she snickered.

He raised his eyebrows in an unimpressed look, even as he was trying to hold back a laugh. "The opposite, today," he kept going, "Discreet. Just discreet. He resigned but if the Marines get involved, you'll be in danger as well." Then he shook Luffy who appeared not to be listening, as always. "As for you, don't do anything stupid. Shock factor, remember? We can't be discovered until it's time."

The twins stared at him, silent.

The vein on Franky's forehead popped out. "Understood?" he stressed.

"Yeah, yeah," they said in unison.

He gritted his teeth. "Super. Super fucking babysitting."

Lucy turned around. Something wasn't right. "Where's Zoro?" she asked, "And Sanji? And Kin'emon?"

Franky frankly wanted to disappear right until he spotted Kin'emon running. "There" he exclaimed, swarmed in relief, "Let's follow him — discreetly."

"Sorry to break your bubble, Franky, but you're anything but discreet," giggled Luffy. Lucy covered her mouth to keep herself from snorting as she affectionately took the cyborg's arm. Secretly and very deep down, Franky was happy to be the goddamned babysitter.

"Toys here walk around like people" he scoffed, "No one's looking at me." Given the amount of time he spent on his new gear, it did bother him a significant bit.

They found one of the three missing pieces after five minutes. Kin'emon was waiting for them at the bottom of a dark stair, tapping his foot nervously. Lucy thought that being a samurai was probably quite the definition of a stressful job — especially with the whole thing of "samurais are never hungry" he was going on about on Punk Hazard. The whole time she was on the Sunny, she kept feeding him and Momonosuke the sweets and snacks Sanji made for her.

"Oi, Kin'emon," Luffy called, "Where are the others?"

"Zoro-dono got away and Sanji-dono followed him so he wouldn't get lost by himself and I followed them both so that we would know where they were and I —." Kin'emon took a deep breath, completely out of oxygen. "As I was saying, I wanted to warn you but the cook is really fast and I didn't want to lose his sight."

"Breathe, my guy" chuckled Lucy with a shake of her head, "So, where are Zoro and the pretty one?"

Both Luffy and Franky shot her an incredulous look. They found themselves wondering whether Lucy knew how to strike the swordsman nerves or if she just liked to be a little mean.

"In the pub, back there. Zoro-dono insisted we go in when we found him. Sanji-dono is inside with him."

Franky sighed. "It's not the time for a drink." But they all went in anyway. If Sanji had followed Zoro without at least trying to kick his head away, then there was probably a decent reason behind all of that.

As soon as they walked in, the three spotted Zoro and Sanji sat at a table, sunglasses and fake beard fixed almost religiously on their face. Weirdly enough, they weren't fighting. They sat at the table with them and Franky decided they didn't need scolding for the moment. Lucy took a seat between the swordsman and Luffy, pretending not to notice when Zoro scanned her whole body behind the sunglasses.

"So, why are we here?" Luffy asked.

"The shitty mosshead felt something, he said" Sanji explained, a critical tone in his voice, "About the blind guy."

"I didn't know you liked older men, Zoro," Lucy teased, staring straight ahead.

"Shut up, brat" he seethed, "I know what I felt — that guy has... something."

"No, he's right," said Luffy, almost casually, "I just don't understand why the sight doesn't match."

The blind man, that was now being fooled by some pirates at the roulette wheel, had sent a rush down Zoro's spine when he first saw him. Yet, he didn't seem capable of looking after himself, let alone powerful. He just couldn't understand why he was pretending to be weak.

Meanwhile, Luffy was looking over at the scene, trying to keep his cool. And the best way to do that was talking to his sister. He grabbed her hand, popping her knuckles just like he used to do when they were kids.

"Did you ever see Dadan again? After you left, I mean."

Lucy subconsciously smiled at the thought. "Yeah, I did — Garp brought me to visit her a little after you left" she murmured, "Then I visited her on my own after... you know, after everything happened."

Luffy's grip tightened. "Is she okay?" he mumbled. He missed Dadan. She wasn't always nice and patient but, to be fair, he and his siblings were always difficult kids. And, no matter what, she always took care of them. Dadan was their mother.

Lucy's cleared her throat. She didn't want to think about the way they crumbled in each other's arms, mourning Ace and a life that was long lost. She forced out a smile and hoped that the tricks of time would've prevented Luffy from noticing. "It's Dadan" she chuckled, "She's tough, you know that."

Luffy shot her a neutral look. The tricks of time couldn't possibly work with him. Not when it came to his twin sister. He got up from his chair and ruffled her hair, then stared straight ahead, at the blind man. "I'm going to do something about it."

So, Zoro watched Luffy intervene, incapable as he was of minding his own business as always, and the blind man proved himself to be way stronger than everyone thought him to be by unleashing a crushing force that sent the other pirates plummeting into a hole.

Yet, Zoro didn't quite care. While Luffy insisted to know the man's name, Zoro could only look at the curious expression on Lucy's face, as her previous words rang through his head."You're gonna get attached," she had told him. And he feared that, oh so much. He couldn't help but listening to her and Luffy's conversation about that woman, Dadan. He knew about her already but he listened anyway. He was already painfully aware of his own restlessness in knowing her.

And then he snapped back to reality once he turned to look for his sword. "What. The. Fuck."

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows. "Your sword is running away."

"It's the fairies," a customer casually said, "you better catch that sword before you never see it again."

And Zoro began to run.

"Oi, mosshead!" Sanji shouted, "I told you, you can't run around by yourself."

"Why not?" asked Lucy, an amused tone in her voice.

Franky groaned, ready to follow. "He'll get lost."

Lucy's eyes lit up maliciously. "That won't be an issue" she beamed, "I'm going with him."

Luffy tilted his head. He wasn't sure whether they were finally getting along or his sister was out for revenge. The difference was always ambiguous on her part. "Alright" he said, "Be careful."

"Yes, Mister Captain. Whatever you say is law. Will do. Yessir." Luffy rolled his eyes, yet not being able of holding back a chuckle and Lucy gave him a thumbs up. Then, she planted a big kiss on his cheek, right before slapping the back of his head and running away between snickers. "Stupid," he yelled after her, almost wholeheartedly.

Lucy caught up with Zoro quicker than she had imagined. He was on the roof, being thrown around — apparently, by nothing. "Well, isn't this interesting?"

"Fucking quit it!" he was screaming, "What the — give Shisui back or I swear." Before he could finish, he was thrown off the roof, falling helplessly to the ground. At least, that was what was going to happen if Lucy hadn't used her power. A haze had formed under Zoro's suspended body, almost like a turbine. His eye widened, looking for her only to spot her on the same roof he fell from, Shisui in one hand and the little creature in the other. She looked immaterial. Mystical. Half tempested wind, half woman.

"Your powers..." he murmured.

"Yeah," she cut short, a sly smile on her lips, "The wind-wind fruit — everything is really interesting. Are you alright?"

Zoro looked away. "Tsk. I'm fine. Put me down."

She rolled her eyes, quite literally evaporating whatever was holding him up. "Your manners are terrible."

Zoro landed on his feet and gave her a critical look with his sane eye. "Give me a break, woman."

She tilted her head, quickly disappearing into a turbine and reappearing in front of Zoro, her power still keeping the little fairy still and silent. It was almost like she was surrounded by a wind storm. "You could at least thank me, you know that?"

For some reason, in her voice, Zoro recognized a threat. "Thank you" he said, as neutrally as possible, "Happy?"

She shrugged. "No. Now let's question this little urchin."

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"He kept tabs on us the whole time" she seethed, "It was all a fucking trick."

Zoro clenched his jaw, peeking at the vast group of Tontattas that surrounded them. He was thankful they were too busy talking to Franky and Usopp about their plan to take down the factory. He needed to calm down and take matters in his own hands. "You heard what Franky said — Luffy is fighting in the pit."

Lucy's eyes grew dark. "Yes. For our brother's fruit. It's kind of ironic that he's fighting for it under my name."

Her tone was anything but ironic. Murderous, perhaps. Ironic was far from it. "I say we go and help him from outside" said Zoro, calmly enough, "If they're keeping tabs on him, then they know about his identity, no matter what the public of the pit calls him."

Lucy nodded slowly and stared straight into his eye. This time, Zoro could sense panic. "They can't hurt him."

"Luffy's strong" he muttered after a while, "He'd be offended, the way you worry about him."

She took a deep breath and did something unexpected, something so insignificant Zoro felt ridiculous noticing. Her knee touched his. It did not brush against it, no. It touched it and stayed there. She was looking for contact, again. It almost bothered him. Almost. Yet, it was a chance. The perfect opening for a deadly strike. The perfect chance to bathe a blade in blood. Just like in battle.

"The last time I was told to trust a brother's strength," she murmured, "I cried on his dead body."

Zoro tilted his head. He realised: she was right after all. In her mind, Luffy was in deadly danger. She wasn't so far from the truth. Before he could stop himself, Zoro stroke her cheek. Lucy froze on the spot, her body stiffening for a moment, only to relax slowly as she gazed at his face. "You're a challenging person," she said.

The swordsman lightly scoffed. His hand made way on the back of her neck, only to sway back on her cheek and finally retreat, back down at his own side. "This is the second time you tell me."

Lucy's lips formed a strange smile. "It's true — you care and then you don't. You are rude and unpleasant and then you aren't. You are a lot of things at the same time."

Zoro blinked. He felt... seen. And it was almost a bad thing. Almost. "You speak as if you're easy to be around."

"Are you calling me difficult?" she casually asked.

Yet, Zoro knew she wasn't casual about it. "Yes" he said, "But it's not really negative, if you go beneath the surface."

This time, it was Lucy who initiated contact. She took his hand in hers, her fingertips brushing on the back of it, tracing the scars and the lines of his palm. Zoro kept himself from clenching his fist closed. The pleasure of her touch made him want to pull his hand back. Almost unbearable like holding his palm above a flame. Almost.

"And what's beneath the surface?"

"I still don't know. I guess you aren't the only one who's gon' get to know me."

Her eyes lit up again. Zoro couldn't say in what way. "It appears I'm closer to the aim of my projects."

"Don't think me easy, doll" he scoffed, his hand grabbing hers in a grip, "You're not even close."

She narrowed her eyes. Again, Zoro couldn't say. "Well," she spelled slowly, "we'll see about that." Then, she got up harshly. "Let's go, I'm sick and tired of waiting."

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Zoro wasn't used to be deconcentrated during battle. It was not a feeling he knew. But, as he was fighting, he kept thinking, "Just once. I'll look just once". And he allowed himself to look — to look at her. He found excuses for himself, as he watched her disappear in turbines of wind and reappearing at her enemies' backs, slaying them with one swift of her swords. He told himself that looking wasn't a big deal, since the enemies weren't that strong. So, he allowed himself another glance, as she pushed back with the skill of her swords alone. He thought her style was fascinating. Alluring. Unethical. Deprived of honour yet fierce. He found himself staring at the way she would cut them behind the knee and watch them fall, helpless, right before finishing them off.

When the battle was over, and they were only left waiting, hidden in dark alley, for Luffy to find a way out after winning the fruit, Zoro approached her. Lucy was cleaning the swords on the ripped shirt of one of her victims, after taking care of her own face with the hem of it.

"A bit unfair to finish someone like that" he said in the most neutral way possible, "Is that the Red's teaching?"

Lucy tilted her head, putting her swords back on her hips. "Nobody smart plays fair" she calmly retorted, "And that's not Shanks's teaching — it's mine."

Zoro didn't have the chance to answer. A noise distracted his thoughts, distinctive enough to be terrible. In a matter of seconds, the streets were swamped by Marines, prepared to arrest whatever criminal had participated in the fighting pit. Instinctively, he grabbed Lucy and pulled her close to his chest, hiding further in the darkness. "Fuck," he whispered.

Lucy initially stiffened, pressing herself against hist chest, as her vigil eyes stared at the little part of the crowd she could see. "Yeah" she murmured, "Fuck."

"What do we do?" seethed Kin'emon. Zoro and Lucy turned to look at him. Pressed against each other, they had almost forgotten he was there. "I could go and try to grab Luffy-dono's attention."

"No" Lucy quickly said, "A samurai doesn't go unnoticed."

Zoro gritted his teeth. "I'll go."

Lucy grabbed his wrist. "Are you fucking serious? You're world-known and that fake beard was ridiculous — now you don't even have it anymore."

He remained silent for a moment, staring in her eyes. Big and dark and stubborn. "So, you propose I let you go," he concluded.

She lifted her chin. "It's the only way. They don't know how much I've changed, the last they've seen of me is a picture from two years ago and my face was covered in blood." Then, she unsheathed her swords to place them in Zoro's hands and he lost his mind.

"You are not going unarmed" he seethed, pushing her back against the wall, "I can't defend you, once you go past that corner."

"I don't need defending" she spat, "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you."

"I am warning you, brat —."

"You're warning me? Then, fuck me. Tie me down and have it your way, I dare you prove you're capable of it!"

They stared each other down, bound to declare war and ready to swell with pride after the other abandons the battlefield first. But none of them did.

"I'm the only one who can do this" she uttered, "They might have not put seastone in the walls."

Zoro tilted his head. "What if they did?"

Lucy's lips formed that same smile it was so hard to decipher. "Then, I guess I've ran out of luck." And, with that, she dissolved into wind between his arms.

Lucy hadn't run out of luck. She flew against the wall, ready to become material again and fall to her death, or worse, to a pack of Marines. Yet, she found herself in the Colosseum, sighing of relief. Luckily enough, she spotted the weird guy with green hair they had seen before.

"You!" she called, "Bert. Bort. Uh — fuck. Barto.... Bartholomew?"

She sucked with names. Something her and Luffy had in common.

The guy pointed at himself, almost looking flustered, and she nodded. He had actually yelled at her before she told him she was part of Luffy's crew. She couldn't exactly scream out she was his damned twin sister. But this Bartholomew seemed to be somewhat of a fan and that was good for her purposes.

"Miss Lucy?" he asked. He looked on the verge of happy tears. Lucy kept herself from groaning.

"Yep, right. Any idea where Luffy is?"

And, blabbering a little too many words — majority of which sprinkled with nonsense — he brought her to him. The only intelligible thing she had caught was that he would win the Flare-Flare Fruit and give it to Luffy. Lucy showed him a grateful smile. Even if Bartholomew hadn't kept his promise, she would've ripped the fruit from his stomach.

She finally got to the room where Luffy was and sighed. He was fighting with some blonde guy with a weird-looking hat — typical. "Luffy" she called him, "We need to go."

He quickly turned to look at her and gestured with his hands. If the meaning was the same to when they were children, it was definitely something along the lines of "wait until I fix this piece of shit".

"Oh, fucking hurry!" she yelled, "I swear, five minutes — anything more and I'll personally start kicking you." Lucy groaned and the blonde guy smiled excitedly at her. Just to be safe, she gave him the finger.

"Listen," Luffy kept going, already cracking his knuckles, "The Flare-Flare fruit is a keepsake from Ace. If you want it, you're my enemy. Plus, don't call me Luffy — can't you see this fucking beard? I'm Lucy. Lu. See."

The actual Lucy, right behind him, rolled her eyes and the stranger chuckled. "You think I can't tell my brother's face just because he's in disguise?" he murmured.

The twins tilted their heads. "Brother?" they repeated in unison.

Luffy wrinkled his nose. "The only people who can call me brother are this one right here, Ace and the guy who died much earlier."

And they fell silent. They told themselves their own eyes lied to them. They told themselves they were hallucinating, because it just couldn't be. The blonde curls and those big, warm eyes, they were just a coincidence. His smile, surrounded by welcoming dimples, was witchery. That realisation, just a mere illusion. Lucy clutched her twin's arm. Luffy felt like he was being punched in the stomach. "The guy who... who died..."

Their eyes filled with tears, and they stumbled back, almost ending up on the floor, babbling incoherently. "I don't believe you," croaked Lucy between sobs.

Sabo smiled softly at his two younger siblings, taking a step closer. "We stole a bottle of sake from Dadan and made a toast," he began but he couldn't finish as Luffy shot his elongated arms forward to surround him, dragging Lucy right in the middle of their embrace.

Lucy briefly broke the hug to slap him, hugging him again immediately after. "Where—," she sobbed, "Where the fuck have you been?" Sabo was warm. Warm and alive and grown and tall and breathing.

"I thought you were dead—," cried Luffy, who had basically climbed Sabo all the way to his neck. He couldn't help but think about the times they would bother him during the night as children, maybe because they were actually too restless to sleep or because he was patient enough to pay them attention at a late hour. When they thought he died, that anchor of safety and warmth had become Ace, who before that time had been tougher and sterner. But Ace was gone, and Sabo was back. The world really was cruel in its own way.

Sabo exhaled a laugh of relief, not even caring about Luffy's snot and tears falling on his face or about Lucy's purposefully-weak-slaps on his tear-stained shirt. He held them tight, finally ending up on the floor, all crouched together in an endless hug. "Thank you," he whispered, "thank you for being still here." And he fell silent, at peace. In his mind, he spoke to Ace.

You don't have to worry anymore, he thought through tears, I got them, Ace. I got them.

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HELLO, THE CHAPTER IS OVER! It's 02:18 am here in Italy and I've just cried about Sabo (again). I'm sorry again for the wait, I just really had a lot on my plate :(

Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter lmao :'). There'll be more on the way with a particular focus on the events of Marineford in Lucy's POV and, ofc, more romance between her and Zoro. I wanted this chapter to be more about Lucy as a character with layers and how she relates to Zoro in a non-romantic context. I hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know what you think! Ily

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Get You Some Arlong ch 8

I'm considering adding a subtitle to the title of this story. 'Get You Some Arlong' was meant to be a tongue in cheek title since I couldn't seem to think of a good one (they all sounded silly and cheesy) but now I would like to add a more serious one. Suggestions welcome

Ch 8 of the story is now up for those who enjoy my Smexy Fishmen stories. Chapter is NSFW/18+ but all consensual. TW mentions of biting/blood but consensual.

As a treat here is a new picture of Arlong and Squid I drew yesterday. I wanted Squid more feminine looking so I put her hair down, but now i can't help but think of the Rachel haircut and the outfit Luann wore for most of King of the Hill lmao. (these drawings I've been doing recently take about 15 min each in case anyone is wondering) Chapter is also included here under the cut.

VIII

When I first started planning this fic, it had been meant to be a fun one or maybe two-shot of smutty headcanons featuring that smexy sharkman, but after I watched the Sabaody and Fishman Island arcs, I wanted to do something more with Arlong, especially given the flashbacks we see of him in the Fishman Island episodes. I mean, how could I not?

Now we’re at 8 chapters and it feels like Arlong’s Reader has become more of an OC because of how much I have invested in this story and now I’m even wondering if I should write about Arlong having a child with his little squid. But hell, I had fun writing this, and falling down the delightful rabbit hole that is One Piece, and I’m happy for the new buddies I made in the fandom. If you enjoy this story, please check out the companion piece I am working on, ‘Get You Some Arlong Pirates’ which is a collection of stories featuring Arlong’s Big Three.

All reviews, feedbacks, recs and reblogs are sincerely welcome and very much appreciated by this author who works so hard to bring you smexy fishman stories.

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Tempers were high. So was drunkenness. You were pretty buzzed, but unlike Toma, you weren’t the type of person to get volatile after a few drinks. Arlong, on the other hand… well, pissing off a drunk Arlong is never a good idea. No one needed to tell you that, but seeing a drunk, angry Arlong in action is not something you’ll forget. Especially when Arlong is angry because he’s defending you.

Toma's friends desert him, melting into the shadows or diving into the water as Arlong takes hold of his misbehaving subordinate. You see the panic in Toma's eyes, the realization that he absolutely, positively fucked up, and that he'll be lucky to get out of this alive. Part of you feels sorry for him because you remember how terrified you'd been after confessing to Arlong what you did for Nami. Arlong's maw is not something anyone wants to be looking at, especially if there's the chance they'll go down it.

Arlong doesn’t rip Toma apart, but the fishman got a bite from his captain that he’s not going to forget anytime soon, however superior fishmen may be to humans in terms of durability. It’ll be a while before he can do any work, and the ones who egged him on will be responsible for his care as well as the work he was supposed to do.

You sit in the corner of the foredeck, processing what just happened. You have to admit to yourself that it was nice having Arlong come in like he was your knight in shining armor. You might not be a captive princess, but all things considered, being a pirate is much more fun.

You nurse a bottle of rum, letting the buzz soothe your nerves.

“Do you really think we shouldn’t sell them?” you hear Chew ask. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you do not realize immediately the question was aimed at you. You turn to where Arlong and the Big Three sit, lounging in the chairs that would normally only be used by the top-ranking officers of the ship and their guests.

“There’s several reasons. I was serious when I said we shouldn’t bring ourselves down to their level. I have nothing but sympathy for those of us who spent time as slaves. There are plenty of things we do to retaliate against those who would harm us, and we are called many things. Let’s not add ‘slaver’ to that list, all right?” you ask, but before anyone can answer, you continue, “Sure, there would be a profit in Berries, but humans are generally the cheapest on the slave market, so in the long run, I do not believe it would be worth it, especially as the Marines are bound to notice when a number of their own turn up on the market. And last but not least, engaging in the slave trade would just bring us more attention. There’s already enough to deal with because of the new additions to your territory and the extra manpower needed to maintain these holdings. Plenty of people hate slavers – humans, too. You see how they enslave one another, not just other races.”

Arlong stares at you but says nothing. Chew gulps his drink. Kuroobi has his arms crossed, looking at you. Hatchan simply nods.

“With this many Marines in our custody, I am sure we can find at least a few that can be bought off. Nezumi can only oversee so much territory, after all. As for the rest, this is the biggest vessel we’ve captured, so I don’t doubt we have some skilled people down there. We can use them and have them teach what they know to fishmen.” Despite the World Government’s official stance on equal rights for various races, there is one glaring fact – there is not one single fishman in the Marines. Nor are you aware of any other race than humans or giants being enrolled in the Marines.

“They can still be a source of income… just a more steady and permanent one. With slaves, once they’re sold, they’re gone, and so are any useful skills they might possess. If we keep them, others can’t use them against us. We have Marines here, not just civilians. Let us use them for the glory of the Arlong Empire,” you add coldly. At that, you see a smile stretch Chew’s pert lips while Kuroobi looks at his captain.

“I do not disagree with the idea,” Kuroobi concedes. “We can always threaten or kill anyone who refuses to cooperate.”

“There we go," you say dryly, raising your bottle to him before taking a long swig. After they talk a bit more, Arlong's friends leave one by one, leaving the two of you alone, the sound of waves lapping against the hull and cries of seabirds fill the silence. The morning will come, with plenty of work to do, so you are happy for these quiet moments with him.

“Thank you for being a gentleman and so gallantly coming to my aid,” you tease him. Moonlight catches in his eyes as he looks at you, and the corners of his mouth pull his expression into an appreciative smirk.

“I can not have anyone disrespecting my mate,” he comments with a faint growl.

“When did that happen?” you ask.

“What do you mean?”

“This is not the first time you’ve called me that,” you say quietly. “But we never courted, or made an agreement…” You trail off, knowing that’s going to sound pretty weak to someone such as Arlong as soon as the words slip past your lips.

“So?’ His gaze is cool and predatory.

So… what? “I…” You pause, unsure of how to express your thoughts.

“You object?” He leans closer to you. You ponder your answer. You do not object to the position you are currently in. You just… sort of wish you had been asked. Maybe it’s the romantic side of you. You know that this man is a predator. He is selfish, possessive, easy to anger, and prideful. Still, you let him have you. You can’t say that he hasn’t treated you well.

“… No,” you reply quietly, but in a firm tone as you look at him. “I don’t know if I sound silly to you, but…” You look down.

“You do sound a bit silly. I will not hold it against you, little squid." You feel his hand under your chin. "Think about it. You have told me in no unclear terms, multiple times that you were mine. Whether in answer to my questions or making these declarations on your own."

You blush at that, and he grins, baring these sharp teeth that had just torn into someone to defend you. There is still a bit of blood just past his lower lip.

“You took a great risk with Nami, knowing my wrath. You did it because you cared for me.”

“I do.”

“That is when I knew you would be a worthy mate. And you did not object the first time I called you that, did you?”

“… No, Arlong,” you concede. “Though that’s not entirely fair… you had me in a position where I could not really think to object…”

He chuckles at that, taking pleasure in the fond memory. Fond, indeed, since you were right there with him, sharing and making these memories.

“After all the time we’ve spent, and what we shared, do you have doubts?” he asks.

“No, Arlong. That’s not it…”

You feel his other hand grasp your forearm, forcing you to scoot your chair closer to his.

“I just wish you had asked me. I know it’s a small thing considering what we’ve done, but it still startled me when you called me mate the first time,” you admit.

“Is that so?” You feel his fingers trail along the inside of your arm, and that sends pleasing shivers down your arm and spine. “What’s done is done, little squid.”

So it was done. Many times in the past, and the future holds the same. You do not pull away as he caresses your arm or other places.

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You and Chew are sitting at the bar, going over the most recent messages. Arlong and Kuroobi are away with a troop of fishmen, leaving Chew in charge of Arlong Park. You’re not a leader in Arlong’s crew, but being his mate does place you firmly in a position of respect, especially among those who know about you.

And since Arlong’s friends are a big part of his life, it means they’re going to be part of yours, regardless of how you feel about them. It’s a good thing you’re already solid friends with Hatchan, and it seems that your relationship with the other two may become more than polite. Which would be nice, you have to admit. You normally didn’t stay long enough in one place to make more than acquaintances, but you know that you’re here for the long run, as a member of Arlong’s crew and as his mate. And Arlong’s friends were fiercely loyal to him and their shared goals, so you were going to be spending a fair amount of time around one another.

“I miss him.” you sigh almost without thinking as you flip through some papers to make sure you didn’t miss anything. You woke up this morning hot and irritable, and cursed the fact that Arlong had to be fucking gone when you were starting one of your heat cycles. You would find things to distract yourself with, and once you were done meeting with Chew, you were going for a long, cold swim.

You feel a little embarrassed once the words slip past your tongue. You don’t want to sound needy or whiny. After all, Arlong had to deal with the loneliness at home when you were out on a mission. You were a grown adult, and you’d deal with this.

“Hm.” Chew lets out a quiet hum as he glances over a page before he speaks. “You really care for him.”

You’re not sure if that’s a question or a statement. But a nod works either way. “So do you,” comes your soft reply. “As a longtime friend and nakama, I mean…”

He nods in affirmation. You make notations on a couple of the papers. So you both care about Arlong and share the same desire to see him home safe. How warm and cozy.

“I am happy for my brother.” He looks up from the paper to meet your gaze. You get the feeling that he has something he wants to say, but is not quite sure if you’re close enough to share his confidence. You give him an encouraging smile.

“But I do wonder if you have any lady friends who might want to come here…" He raises his eyebrow, and you let out a small, warm laugh. It's as you've noticed since you first arrived here, it's pretty much a sausage party even though now there are a few fishwomen in the village. There is quite a ways to go, but it's a start.

“I’m working on it.” You raise the tumbler of tangerine juice you were sipping. “To friendship… and happiness.” you offer. Chew raises his bottle and you clink the glass together.

After you’re done with Chew, you go for that swim, trying to tire yourself out with mad laps around the island.

But it seems like it’s going to be a restless night.

Arlong doesn't keep toys around, nor does he want you to keep any. After all, as Arlong reasons, whatever do you need such things for when you have him? His fishman pride disdains these toys that humans use for their pleasure, pointing this out as another example of their inferiority.

And yes, when he’s around, you don’t need any of these toys you’ve seen in advertisements in certain magazines. But when you’re alone, what the fuck are you supposed to do to satisfy that ache in your loins? Your fingers and tentacles just don’t cut it, however much you try to use your tentacles to fill your passage in an attempt to stimulate the fullness of Arlong’s cock(s), or when you use your fingers to try to stimulate what Arlong does to your clit.

Any pleasure you achieve is minimal. You would be lying if you said that propositioning a fishman didn’t pass through your mind.

“Fuck, Arlong!” you exclaim in an angry whine. Part of you wants to give up, knowing that you’re not going to get full satisfaction without Arlong’s help. The other part of you is stubborn, demanding at least some release from the heat that aches between your legs.

Fucking heat. It’s awesome when you have a mate to share it with, but absolute misery when you’re on your own. You’re curled up on your side, working at yourself frantically and commanding your body to release some of that pressure already so you can move the fuck on and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before the sun comes up.

“Fuck… come the fuck on…" you pant and gasp. You can feel how engorged your clit is against your fingers, and your insides respond to the friction against its surfaces, but your body also knows that it's not the real thing. You arch your back and curl your toes, increasing the intensity of your self-ministrations while imagining Arlong being the one to give you such attention. You're so lost in your work and muttering heatedly that you do not hear the door to the bedroom open and then close.

Arlong stands there for several moments, eyes adjusting to the semidarkness as he watches you try to bring yourself some measure of satisfaction. The scent of your heat is heavy in the air within the confines of the room, with the effect that one would expect. His shorts become too tight as he listens to your frustrated mewls, your hips rocking, your appendages making soft, wet sounds as they work at the most intimate part of you.

“Y/n,” you hear a growl, and you’re so feverish with pent-up energy that you think you’re hearing things.

“Arlong…” you breathe, trying to visualize him. It’s not as if you don’t have enough memories of his face, his voice, his touch, his smell, his taste… but what is an illusion compared to the real thing? It’s not until you hear cloth dropping to the floor that it dawns upon you that your desires are manifesting themselves into reality.

Your eyelids flutter open, and you gasp softly to see Arlong standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. It takes a couple of seconds – and the sound of his breathing – for you to realize that he really, truly is there, in the flesh, and from the looks of his cocks and hungry grin, ready to ravish you.

“Arlong…! How did you…” you manage to gasp out.

“The job was a success, and so I hastened back home. None too soon, from the looks of it…" he says in that lustful chortle that makes you feel so dirty but in such a good way…

“None too soon," you agree, withdrawing your appendages from yourself, and spreading out for him. He had better not tease you…

Fortunately, it seems like being apart from you has built up his need as well, for he climbs on top of you, giving you the attention you so crave. He pounds into you with a ferocity that pushes all non-sexual thoughts from your head. Your cries and shrieks fill the room, as do his roars and growls.

After several rounds, you indicate to him that you want him to clasp his cocks. This is a rare treat for him, and he is all too happy to oblige. The soreness that will come from this is well worth the abatement of that maddening heat, and you arch against him as he pushes the fullness of his manhood into you. It almost seems as if he might break the bed itself with the way he’s going at you, not that you’re doing anything to stop him.

Aren't you just so happy that he came home early? He only leaves your side to get drinks and towels to refresh or clean up. You cling to him and he keeps his arms around you as you lay there together, basking in the afterglow of a passionate session. You run your hand along his chest and arms, savoring the feel of his sharkskin. You rub your cheek against him and kiss his chest, feeling his heartbeat and breathing. He has a nose and fangs that can tear you apart and arms that can break you, but there's no safer place in the world for you than his embrace.

You love him.

Love. It’s not a word to use around Arlong, and you’re not sure if it will ever be. Love, in Arlong’s eyes, is a weakness, a human sentimentality, a silly dream fed by romance books and old tales of chivalry. So it’s a word that you do not allow yourself to voice.

It’s not that he’s not capable of caring. You know he cares about his crew, especially the Big Three. And there’s no doubt he cares about you. But Arlong is Arlong. The words he chooses to express his bonds with the people he cares about are more pragmatic. ‘Brother/sister’, ‘nakama’, or 'mate' are roles he assigns with respect.

You wonder if, in the future, Arlong will ever soften in his feelings towards this 'pathetic human sentimentality' because even though you accept that Arlong is the way he is, you'd be thrilled if one day he were to ever tell you that he loves you. Maybe you've spent too much time around humans and some of their notions have rubbed off on you...

“I’m happy to be your mate,” you say as you look up at him, placing kisses along his jaw as you hook an arm around his neck, your chest flush against his own as you drape a leg across his hip.

“Mmm. Good,” Arlong rumbles as he runs his hand through your hair. “You are a worthy mate, indeed. I could not ask for anyone more pleasing,” You feel his lips press against your forehead.

You did not realize it at this time, but that is one of his ways of telling you he loves you. You bask in his affection, studying how the moonlight drains nearly all the color from his skin to leave it a pale silver tinged with just a bare hint of color, the sun on his left chest standing out in a red so dark it's almost black.

‘I could hear you moaning outside the door before I came in,” Arlong comments. His fingers trail along your hairline. “And the scent of your heat… I’m almost surprised there wasn’t a pack of fishmen thronged outside,” he adds with a tone that is a mixture of lecherousness, smugness, and pride. You blow a raspberry at him, and he rumbles out a low laugh.

“You had best get some rest, Y/n. There’s plenty to do in the morning.”

“Only if you hold me,” comes your reply. He tightens his embrace, and you smile to yourself as you cuddle with him.

o0o0o0o

“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to that,” you comment as you see the headless body of Buggy the Clown struggle against his restraints for several seconds before going slack, a curious trophy among the prizes displayed in the games of Arlong Park. Arlong might have simply disposed of him as he has done to many others who challenge him, but in the clown's case, it was because he was trying to run his own operations in Arlong's territory.

However, this Devil Fruit user and his particular abilities have caught Arlong’s interest, so your captain has decided to make use of him as suits his skills. His head is safely secured within the building, on a level where just Arlong or his Big Three have access, at least when he’s not being used elsewhere. Chew has taken to taunting Buggy, keeping his head firmly tied in the sack while walking by the body several times, Buggy’s white glove-clad hands reaching uselessly for its head. The clown will protest, of course, but his head does not come out of the bag unless there is enough distance between the two parts of his body, or Arlong locks his body in a trunk as he’s done a few times. The clown was being especially mouthy this afternoon, so Buggy will be in solitary confinement for the rest of the night.

You have to admit, there's a certain charm about that human, at least when he's not being too annoying. You've kept mostly out of the way, simply listening as he goes back and forth with Arlong or Chew. It's a weird kind of dinner theater, and you have to admit it does make the park a bit livelier when Arlong puts Buggy's head on a table for show. On occasion, you feel bad for the clown, because hey, it has to be an absolutely weird experience being separated from your body and completely helpless to the whims of a pissed-off sharkman pirate captain.

The clown was quite resistant to his situation at first, but the need to be reunited with the rest of himself is wearing him down, and Arlong knows that. So the sharkman just shrugs and laughs at your comment while his crew sits around him, drinking, playing games, and gambling with their cut of this month’s tribute money while Buggy fumes and schemes and you have to admit to yourself that you wonder what the clown might do or say when Arlong brings out the head tomorrow morning. Buggy might not have intended it, but he’s now providing Arlong Park with entertainment, with Arlong as his defacto manager.

o0o0o0o

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” you whisper as you stroke the hair from Arlong’s face. The blue is cold and clear, terrifying when he is angry or predatory, and brings out the cool lavender tones in his skin.

But right now, you see his eyes gleam with warmth as he looks up at you. You press your lips to his temple as you caress his cheek. Several months have passed since that fateful night on the Marine ship. There is a definite shift in the way some of the fishmen regard you. Toma serves as a clear lesson – or two of them. First, do not assume that the mighty Captain Arlong will allow himself to be controlled by anyone. And secondly, don’t fuck with Arlong’s mate.

What’s done is done.

“Oh, before we get too comfortable, I have something for you.” He rises, the back of him almost as impressive as the front. His dorsal fin juts out from the wild mane of black hair that’s spread between his wide shoulders, and you are also afforded a nice view of a glorious ass and legs that almost seem to go on forever. You wonder what this little interlude will bring and what could distract Arlong from getting ready to climb on top of you as you know he was about to.

He pulls a small velvet bag from a desk drawer before returning to the bed. Your curiosity is piqued and he knows it.

He pulls out a stacked gold chain bracelet, seven strands of golden chains almost as thick as your pinky, connected at both ends with matching gold bars that clasp together. It is an ideal piece of jewelry for someone who spends a lot of time swimming, with no jewels or embellishments that are vulnerable to salt water. The design is simple but elegant, and you imagine how it will look on your arm. You wonder if there is any special occasion for such a lavish gift, and try to remember if there's any significance to today's date…

“I know I told you before that what is done is done,” you hear him say as you stare at the bracelet draped across his palm, shining that deep, rich yellow under the lamplight. You blink and look up at him in surprise.

“But I am asking you now.” He lifts his hand. “Do you accept?”

“Yes,” you breathe You repeat the word more loudly, lifting your left arm so that he can put the bracelet around your wrist. His large fingers struggle for a moment with the toggle clasp, but the bar slides home and the cool metal rests comfortably against your skin. It’s an appropriate complement to the thick gold chains around his wrist and neck.

“Looks good on you,” he comments. You regard him with a happy smirk.

“I know that’s not the only thing you have to offer,” you reply. Not that you’re not grateful for the gorgeous – and quite valuable – gift he’s just given you, but Arlong is Arlong. You know him too well, and the gleam in his eye tells you that he knows exactly what you meant. You can’t deny that Arlong was – is – right about you being his mate.

One might even call you his Siren, even if you do not count singing among your abilities. He’s inexorably drawn to you as you are to him, since the first moment you laid eyes upon one another, before either of you quite understood what you were feeling.

He rises on his knees, leaning over you, and the familiar lust surges fresh in you as you respond to instinct, your loins pulling toward him. A downward gaze reveals both of his cocks on full display, and there is no denying the visual appeal of an attractive man displaying his arousal for you.

“Arlong,” you purr as he closes in on you.

o0o0o0o

(Arlong’s POV)

His mother is lost forever. His father abandoned him. Even his sister became distant from him. Fisher Tiger was dead, and Jinbe… hm.

He leans over his mate, looking down at her as he strokes her arm and back, careful around the area on her shoulder where he’d bitten her. Marks from his nose were visible on her neck and cheek. There was another bite on her hip. He was careful to not do these sorts of things to her too often, and the mark on her cheek was no accident – he was mindful about his nose in regards to that lovely face of hers.

He will mark her again and again. The tattoo is not going away. Cum can be cleaned off, but he can always produce more, and enjoy himself while doing so. The bites and sawnose cuts heal and he is sincerely glad for that, for his mate’s sake. But there is something about the act of biting or marking her in itself, committing the deed on her, the thrill of knowing she is his and that she accepts and even welcomes it, tasting her blood and the vitality she brings into his life.

He places kisses along the puncture marks on her shoulder, careful with his nose as he nuzzles her. She is his mate, and he knows he will never let her go.

It honestly surprised him, what she'd said that night after he'd disciplined the fishman who'd tried to bully her. At that time, he didn't see why a seemingly small matter should bother her so much when she'd come to him freely. He did not doubt her loyalty or care for him.

He told her that what was done was done, and why not? He asked her if she objected to being his mate, and she said no. The matter was settled, and she accepted his amorous advances, making fierce love with him in the captain's quarters, christening his newly-acquired Marine ship. Life was good.

But what she said nagged him. It was such a small and trifling thing, so why should it bother him? And why was she bothered about it in the first place? It wasn’t until a conversation with his officers about tributes and collections that he started to understand. When he came here, he’d taken the island. Then the others surrounding it. And so on. He wanted something, he took it. He did not ask these weak humans if they wanted to be part of the Arlong Empire, or if they wanted to pay him tribute for their pathetic lives.

She wasn’t simply something to be taken – however much their intimate activities might indicate otherwise – but something to be valued. Making this simple gesture would make her feel valued, and didn’t she deserve to feel valued by the mighty Arlong the Saw?

Arlong hated to admit that he felt a bit nervous when trying to decide what he would give her as a physical reminder of this gesture. Finally, he’d decided upon the gold bracelet, something practical but valuable and a status symbol that speaks well of both its giver and recipient. And it did look good on her, the polished metal setting off the cool tones of her skin.

“You do know that this means I am never, ever letting you go, mate?” he asks with a growl, his hand running along her arm, feeling the gold on her wrist. Although he’d already made that decision a long time ago, he thinks with satisfaction, he would enjoy reminding her now and then.

She is his mate, the velvet glove to his iron fist, the voice of reason to his power and rage. He curls up around her protectively and possessively.

“Is the big, bad sharkman threatening me with a good time?” she replies with a smirk.

“Shahahahaha!”

o0o0o0o

And that’s how you got you some Arlong. All the Arlong, in fact.

SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

This picture is what I imagined for the gift that Arlong gave Y/n.

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