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I love Ranking of Kings and I thoroughly enjoyed season one but I would be lying if I said the whole Daida/Miranjo thing wasn't weird as hell.
#like age gap aside#there was no romantic lead up to Daida asking her to marry him#like nothing#and also... girl is traumatized as fuck#she has been through some shit and DONE some MAJOR SHIT#one little ass prince treating her nice is a good start but that shit isn't going to heal her lul#and also she like... kinda sorta raised Daida? In a fucked up sense#if anything miranjo would probably be like pump the breaks lil man i don't really uhhh feel that way about you#and I'm pretty certain.... she was ready to get it with king bosse so that's a whole thing#it was just... weird#and unnecessary#and did kinda put a damper on the end of the series for me ngl#i was really hoping Hilling was going to be like yeah this ain't happening lul#also... i kinda feel like she got off too easy#she murdered Bojis mom in a horrific way right in front of him so that's unforgivable bro#>:(#anyway I'm done#ranking of kings#ranking of kings spoilers#flapping my wings
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Opposites Attract Theory - Ellie x Bimbo!reader
Ellie was everything you werenât. She was a girl in brown plaid button ups, who could only find comfort in wearing her fatherâs oversized chocolate suede jacket. She could hardly be described as sweet or adorable, not like you were. Ellie was reserved, masculine, angry, and traumatized. Ellie smoked cigarettes to keep her nerves at bay, cut chunks off of the ends of her hair when they got too long and feminine, spent all her money on tattoos if she wasnât spending it on you, wore old menâs weathered leather shoes, painted her nails with the cheapest black polish just so they could chip on purpose, and tucked her strap into her pants because it just felt right. No more, no less.
All of those descriptions sheâd agreed with, but just one word was missing. The word âprovider.â The aspect of her character that she prided herself on the most, was being your provider.
 You were her opposite, the light to her shadow. You were naive, sweet, bubbly. Your eyes were big and curious, and you asked every question earnestly. You bounced around in your cute little outfits. Low cut tops with your tits spilling out, dresses where the wind exposed the chub of your ass, and skirts so short they showed your plump little pussy, eating up your g-strings; outfits that made you easy prey for leering. You got your nails done, and showed them off by grabbing Ellieâs thick cock with both hands while sucking hard on her tip. You bent over to pick up dropped items because your acrylics made you clumsy, and squealed when your girlfriend smacked you square on your ass. You got little Brazilian waxes, and sent pictures with a smiley face saying âstill a bit sensitive but do you think it looks pretty Els?â And you were shocked that she pounded you into the headboard later that day, until your vagina was puffy. You sat on Ellieâs lap when she beckoned you too, but never quite figured out that it was because she wanted you to feel her erection sandwiched between your ass. You pranced outside in thin little pink shirts that showed the outline of your plump nipples and areola, and started pouting when Ellie draped her jacket on you before she let you step out of her car.Â
You pouted about how your girlfriend was âtoo overprotectiveâ but you were a ditzy, trusting airhead, who had the IQ of a care bear. Ellie didnât have a choice, you were too stupid for your own good. Too sugary and sweet, sissy and girly.Â
 You needed a guy like Ellie to pick up extra shifts for you, so you could go on your little shopping sprees, to buy lip gloss and candy. You needed a guy like Ellie to come everywhere with you, so creepy fucks would know that the pretty little bimbo had a gaurd dog next to her who would snap, snarl and bite them. You needed a guy like Ellie to run her tongue around your little pink hole, twitching and hungry, just to prepare that tiny hole as a warm place for her cock to sink into right after. Her balls often found themselves smacking against the bottom of your puffy neglected clit. You needed a guy like Ellie to indulge your little airhead babble, your piss poor attempt at conversation or even saying a coherent sentence. God knows you could yap for hours and say nothing of note, nothing anyone would perceive as highbrow or thought-provoking, but Ellie loved it. Loved watching those plump pink lips smack together to talk about dumb little girl topics like âlove islandâ or how âyour pinks donât matchâ or âbeauty guru drama.â
And Ellie loved to indulge that clingy, pouty, needy little attitude you had around her. Sheâd bounce you up and down her cock, to shush your sniffles after she snapped at you. Sheâd rubbed your back, and promise to get your nails done just so youâd get overwhelmed with joy and cry âEllieeeeâ in her arms, sheâd wipe your pouty tears off your cheeks when you couldnât take her cock all the way down, and tell you that youâll get so much better after lots nâ lots of practice, sheâd let you baby her when she was sick, and pretend that your poorly made chicken soup was the cure for her illness, and not the fever medication sheâd been knocking back for the past week, sheâd indulge your repetitive airheaded questions like âEllieee, why canât we print more money?â and âEllieee how do you know you can see me? What if youâre youâre just imagining me?,â and sheâd let you curl up with her brown jacket at night, cause it smelled exactly like her and brought you comfort in those days she had too many back-to-back shifts and couldnât stay with you. That jacket was her fathers, so for her to leave it with you, meant that she wanted to take care of you in a way heâd be proud of.
 You were Ellieâs dumb little bimbo doll. Her pink hole to use as a fleshlight, her set of plump lips to watch suction around her dick, her sugary little ditz.
But you were also Ellieâs future wife, the future mother of her kids. The woman who provided the the most gentle balance to Ellieâs rough edges and hard lines, the woman who was her emotion support, her pillar, the grounded rock that sheâd cling to during her rapid river emotions. In turn Ellie would be your guard dog, your emotional support, your girlfriend, your boyfriend, your husband, your wife, your butch, your provider. Sheâd be whatever you needed.Â
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The dead disco break up Pregnancy au got me in my feels all day. Literally all day.
And all I can think about is when the guys get home? Find her not at the apartment and theyâre both like, âcanât blame her, I get itâ and are over come with guilt. Their own relationship getting a little rocky. Maybe Johnny gets frustrated more easily with Simon. Simon withdrawals a little more into himself bc thatâs how he handles pain and grief. But they make it through. They always do. Until they find out about darling and the baby. However that happens, be it in a grocery store or whatever. But Simon comes from a very traumatized childhood. He sees the baby and just knows. Thatâs their kid. And is overcome with so much grief bc now heâs no worse that his dad is he? Whatâs worse than someone thatâs there and beats you? Someone thatâs not there at all. Not knowing. And he has always promised himself heâd never be like his father, but than this is just too close to comfort.
I imagine he surprises not only himself but Johnny and darling the most when he ends up doing something drastic. There were no words he had to defend himself or Johnny. Heâd be mature. Whatever it takes, whatever darling needed just let him be in his childâs life, let him be in your life, let him do better. Donât LET HIM HAVE THIS WEIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS.
Darling would have more whiplash than Johnny but even Johnny is taken back by the lengths Simon would go? (Getting out the military? Domestic security and law enforcement jobs so he can be home? Idk?) but Simon just comes out of no where, with âIâm here. Iâm not going no where. Iâll spend the rest of my life making this right.â Bc he does love darling and he does love Johnny, but that kid? Heâd move heaven and hell for that kid. It was Ryan Reynolds who was like âI love my wife, love her more than anything. Then we had our baby girls and realized I would use my wife as a human shield to protect my kidsâ As a joke of course but itâs to that extent. Simons 2 priorityâs become taking care of that child and mending the relationship between the three of them, not bc he loves them (he totally does, and his devotion to his partners is infallible) BUT BECAUSE that kid needs to know what healthy relationships are based out of love and communication not grief and missed social cues and resentment.
Simon takes fatherhood seriously. Most serious job there is. And heâs not going to let darlingâs (low key selfish) feelings of betrayal and self deprecation keep him from taking care of his child and said mother of that child.
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Johnny however? Heâs the one thatâs hesitant surprisingly. Heâs hurt. Beyond hurt that you wouldnât tell them something like this. Itâs the adult thing to at least say something right? Even if they did leave. This is more than them now. And he goes along with Simons initiative to fix all of this but Johnny needs some serious reassurance and maybe an outlet for all this anger and hurt he has. And thereâs so much going on that itâs easy for Simon and darling to kinda miss that a little bit,
Until Johnny doesnât want to hold the baby. Says heâs scared heâd drop it. But Simon knows better.
Johnny feels lost.
Darling feels lost.
Simon is their beacon of light in the darkness.
It comes down to the sexiest night known to human existence, and a lot of crying and confessions while fucking all those emotions out. Simon has always known how to get these two to let down their walls. Breakfast is for figuring out detailâs schedules ect. But that night? That was them fixing it. Letting go and moving forward. In the sexiest. Way. Possible.
^look what youâve done to me. Iâm serving alcohol at a bar thinking about these characters, THE DISTRACTION IS REAL AND I NEED MORE.
Youâre fantastic. I hate you for doing this to my brain. Love ya!
Um⊠hi? Hello? Come back. Letâs talk about this more, letâs break it down. I am obsessed with this. I love this. đ©”đ©”
Simon goes into protective overdrive the second he seeâs you. Not sure how or when or where it happens, but Bee is not even two months old, and he doesnât even need to ask you. Sheâs so little, cocooned in a linen wrap, cradled to your chest, and he already knows. How could that baby be anyoneâs but their own?
He does exactly as youâve described, drops everything and retires early. Price and Johnny always thought heâd make captain soon, but none of that matters now. His military aspirations have meant less and less every year since he met Johnny, and meeting you only sped his careerâs ultimate demise along.
Heâs not going to let the cycle repeat. Heâs not going to let his child grow up and feel like theyâve been abandoned by him. Heâs not going to let Bee grow up without him being there. Loving her. Supporting her. He wonât be his father. He refuses.
You agree to let them see her, and agree to let them take her for nights or days if theyâd like. But you wonât let them in. Wonât do much more than co parent with them, wonât engage in anything real with them, wonât give them a single inch. You stonewall them, block them out, give them excuses and refusals at every turn. Sure, they can be in their daughterâs life⊠but they canât be in yours.
While Bee is important, you are too. He wouldnât use you as a shield to save her, heâd save you both. Thereâs no option. No choice. Youâre the love of their lives, the now mother of his child. Heâd lay down and die for you.
But none of that matters. You wonât let them in.
It drives Simon insane. Heâs understanding, and mature about it, and patient (compared to Johnny, whoâs running hot over it⊠frustrated, agitated, consistently visibly upset, holding onto his anger and resentment over the fact you never came forward and even told them about Bee. Johnny canât get over that you went through everything alone⊠canât understand why you wouldnât tell them, give them a chance to be there for you.. and it stings. It hurts him, so fucking much, and that hurt melds into anger, it burns into his heart and twists his feelings until theyâre a jumbled mess.) but he canât seem to make you understand that they love you, that they thought about you everyday when they were gone, that they mourned the end of the relationship. Itâs not just about the baby, they were coming back for you no matter what. They knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they werenât meant to live their lives without you. They made a mistake.
But⊠they fucking abandoned you. And now they come back, and see that you have a baby and just decide they want to be back in your life? No. Absolutely not. They didnât want you anymore, before Bee⊠nothing has changed. You wonât let yourself fall back into their grasp, and youâre so adamant about that that you fight them nearly at every turn. Can they take Bee? Sure. But âfamily tripsâ to the store? âFamily tripsâ to the park? Not happening. You pack her diaper bag and kiss her goodbye, while Simon watches you with an intense scrutiny, eyes tracking your every step while he holds little Bee is his giant hand. He doesnât miss a single thing, doesnât miss the way your hands shake when you press a sweet kiss against her cheek, doesnât miss the way your body moves sluggishly, like youâre exhausted, even after the nights theyâve had Bee, which means you should have gotten plenty of rest. Johnny just stands in the corner and stares at the floor, hands in his pockets during these exchanges, practically unwilling to engage with you in any way because heâs just so⊠upset with you, still. Heâs better with Bee, loves her dearly, but canât get past what heâs holding inside of himself, canât get past how he feels so betrayed you, even though a part of him thinks he has no right to those feelings.
I love your last little bit - about the night Simon breaks you and Johnny apart and then puts you back together. There is something very similar/along those lines in the actual fic outline.
BUT ALSO⊠letâs imagine: They try to fix it. They try to get you to let them back in, to open up to them, to let them be there for you. As time goes on, Johnny changes, the red hot fire of anger that burns inside of him eventually goes out, lovingly smothered by Simon, and his resentment and feelings of betrayal all melt away. How could he ever have felt those things, when you were the one who was left all alone? Pregnant, with no way to contact them? He lets it all go, fully embracing parenting with you and Simon, trying to get back into your life, trying to love and support you from afar, any way they can. They start to notice a change in you⊠you seem a little happier, a little lighter on your feet, a little more relaxed and they think it might be working⊠that you finally might be growing more amenable about letting them in, about building back the relationship.
Until⊠they show up for Beeâs first birthday party, and thereâs a man with his hand splayed on the small of you back in the backyard, holding you, tugging your body into his, while Bee shrieks and giggles on the blanket in the grass. Thereâs another man, watching their daughter, holding their darling girl close, while they stand in the doorway, shell shocked.
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Can you do some headcanons or stories on arcane? Specifically Vi or Sevika if your comfortable. I was just wondering but if you don't want to then you don't have to, you have free will.
Know that you're loved!
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pairing: vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader (separate)
fandom: arcane
word count: 1,470
tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and MDNI content, mainly because we know these are some dominant ass women ;)Â
THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! BE WARNED!
song title: bark like you want it by sir mix-a-lot
notes: i love my girl vi so this request was a given, thank you anon! Hope you enjoy! :DÂ I normally didn't like Sevika as much, but I will admit, writing her head canons for this post definitely made me reconsider
! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !
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Vi is (without a doubt) very rough around the edges
Sheâs street-smart but she doesnât really know what to do when it comes to actual romantic relationships, sex is easy, feelings are hardÂ
Her time in Stillwater makes her distrustful of people, along with her generally traumatic and difficult childhood, so it will probably take a while for her to begin to see you in a less-than-threat way
After that things are pretty smooth
You donât really know where the split between âfriendshipâ and ârelationshipâ is, because they both include her joking, flirtatious personality ranging from skirting touches on your thighs and up your back, or teasing pet names like âsweetheartâ, âcupcakeâ and âloveâ
Other than that sheâs very protective of you, especially if you live in Zaun
If you go out on errands sheâll always make sure sheâs conveniently there at the times you like to go, able to loop an arm around your waist and guide you through the crowds
If someone is stupid enough to try and pull something on either one of you, Vi is not above beating the shit out of someone to keep them from laying a hand on you
I have a feeling that sheâd confess to you accidentally in the middle of a fight
Perhaps she had been disappearing for long periods of time, and coming back bloodied and injured, refusing to tell you anything of her adventures (mainly because she doesnât want to worry you). And eventually you pester her for a bit too long and begin a full verbal fight, where she suddenly blurts that she loves you
Now as a lover?
The teasing banter still remains, her little playful nicknames too, if anything they get worse. But she gets more confident with her touches, more deliberate. A hand in your backpocket while youâre walking, an arm around your shoulder, pinching your ass when youâre waiting outside a store, this girl has no shame
! mdni content below !
Now, i have a feeling that Vi isnât really uneducated when it comes to sex
If anything i feel like sheâs a fast learner-
The first time you actually lie together, Vi is sure to take it at your own pace, eager to please beneath a taunting smile, even if you donât know what you like at first, sheâs likely to find it quicklyÂ
I personally donât see Vi as owning too many sex toys - if any at all - but i think she would 100% favour using her fingers to anything else
Just the way you clench down on them, how she can use the rough calluses on the pad of her thumb on your clit to her advantage, and how deep she can pry, anything to make you scream for her
To be honest? I also 10000% expect her to try and flip you over and put you in a chokehold with her forearm tight against your throat, just adding enough delicious pressure to hitch your breath, but never enough to hurt too much
9/10
Her oral game would be fucking good too, i can tell. But sheâd probably prefer to finger you or use a strap-on so she can continue to tease you with all these sinful little things she can come up with while she fucks into you
Iâd say more of a biter, but she can still eat you out like a starving woman
Oral game 7/10
Aftercare is important to her, always making sure that she wasnât too rough with you, cleaning you up, running you a bath or just lying with you to cuddle. Wants to make sure you know that youâre more important to her than some casual fling, and that she wants to ensure your happiness above anything
(Also gives you some balm for the definite bruises on your thighs and throat :D)
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Sevika is⊠intense
In all honesty, probably started as enemies
She probably wouldnât want anything to do with you unless you already worked with Silco, so we could say you started in the shimmer warehouses, helping to distribute it throughout Zaun
You get your work done effectively, so Sevika overall sees you as a valuable position in the business, and keeps you around without much complaint
At some point Silco requested you deliver a hefty batch of shimmer to a more dangerous part of the Undercity, and sent Sevika with you to ensure no messes were left behind
Safe to say, you were ambushed
Despite Sevika being there to âprotectâ you, youâre still able to hold your own, displaying proficient skill with your weapons against bandits who thought they could steal some of the shimmer vials. In the carnage, Sevika decides begrudgingly that she has respect for you
From there, itâs less of a âfriendshipâ and more of a drinking buddy situation
She doesnât often tolerate the presence of others in her private time, so you label it as a friendship initially
Sheâs slightly more soft-spoken when sheâs alone with you, and shares her cigars with you while sheâs gambling, which often earns a strange look from her opponents as you hover over her mechanical shoulder with her cigar hanging from between your lips to see her hand, a bit too close
But Sevika lets you be without anything more than a bit of a grumble
I donât think sheâd even particularly say outright that she loves you
What happens is - instead - that you both have a drinking binge at the pub one night, after a successful night of gambling, and you both get absolutely shit-faced
While drunk she drags you back to her house and the night is filled with hazy sex, enthusiastic makeouts and early-morning cigarette smoke
You try to sneak out the next morning, expecting it to only be a one-night thing
She catches you (i headcanon that sheâs a pretty light sleeper, but i suppose that could be said for most Zaunites). I donât think sheâd even say it then, just drag your ass back to bed for a (consensual) round two
After that you go to the bar together as normal, go about your business, now with the added bonus of Sevika protectively snarling at a drunk guy hitting on you by saying âthatâs my spouse, fuck offâ
(And of course, with plenty of sneaky sex between your deliveries and hurried makeouts :D)
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BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS MFS, THIS SHIT IS KINKY
I would like to clarify, you will never top in this situation, Sevika would rather die than bottom to anyone, no matter how much she loves you
Spanking, spanking, spanking, spankingâ
Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, the red tracks of her nails over your back, just anything that would leave even the most fleeting mark on your skin
That being said, would also 100% leave hickeys on places she knows you canât hide easily
Definitely into sex toys (ball gags, bondage, strap ons and vibrators with little remotes she can keep in her pocket just in case, she especially likes to plant down one of those dildos with the suction cups and get you to ride it, all the while begging for her to just touch you, but she refuses, smoking as she watches you cry out for her)
She also likes crying-
I think sheâd prefer to have you from behind, your back against her chest, ramming into you with one of her favourite straps, one hand pinching at your nipples, tweaking them between her fingers, and the other rolling tight circles on your clit, sometimes switching one out to wrap around the column of your throat
Definitely into edging on most days, and will resort to overstim if sheâs happy with the work youâve done in the day
Risky sex is definitely her thing, in her office in Silcoâs base, in the warehouse on the crates of shimmer, under her desk, you on your knees to service her
Sheâs especially rough, and absolutely loves some degradation, and the way it makes you clench around her strap or her fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head while you scream for her
Aftercare is rarely over-the-top
Sheâll cuddle you if you ask her explicitly but she prefers to share a cigar with you, or blowing smoke into your open mouth while you breathe against her bare chest
If sheâs been unable to fuck you for some time, sheâll clean you up after about four or five rounds, mainly by eating you out until you end up giving her another two, but sheâll make sure youâre clean before you pass out anyway
Despite everything, Sevika will always make sure she doesnât go to far
If anyone asks though, she will absolutely deny how she always makes sure you remember your safeword before you have sex after a makeout
thanks for the request anon!
if you have any more requests don't hesitate to ask :)
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â§warnings: yandere/toxic themes, stalker won, violence and Gory scenes.Â
âĄsynopsis: Yang Jungwon, the campus crush, tall, handsome, and seemingly innocent to many. Hence no one knew how dangerous he truly was. However you knew, and you couldnât tell a single soul. The man you assumed to be a sweet social butterfly with dimples like wells youâd find yourself falling through, was dangerously obsessed with you.
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She didnât hear the commotion at first, as her earphones were on a high volume, but when she saw the crowd of students looking so traumatized, horrified, some even running to the restroom to throw up, Y/n knew something was up. She arrived just as the teachers did, police officers were yet to come and investigate the bloody mess left behind in the science class. Was there perhaps a new serial killer in their neighborhood?!
The victim had multiple slits on his neck, the blade resting in his cold, dead hand. His eyeballs were also stabbed into. She backed away, not wanting to see it anymore. That boy was none other than Xiaojun, one of the seniors who had been hitting on her for a while now. Y/n gripped onto her chest wondering what couldâve happened, a little sense of guilt left behind as she remembered her last words to was to tell him to fuck off.Â
Jungwon smirked to himself when no one saw. He was the only one who knew. His father had connections to many gangs, heâs off the hook. He knew what happened. Heâs the one who had a strong grip on Xiaojunâs wrists, making him stab his eyeballs for staring at whatâs his. Heâs the one who forced the dying man to draw bloody lines on his neck, making sure he was out of the picture. Y/n didnât feel anything for Xiaojun anyway, he was annoying, none of the girls liked him as he was practically a playboy. So not many people really cared too much for him.
Eventually the police took over, taping the scene, securing any evidence and questioning the students. Jungwon was used to these by now Handling them like a pro, the police didnât suspect him one bit. âY/n? You ok?... you seem a little upset-â Jungwon asked as he gently caressed the girlâs back. âOh itâs nothing, just⊠do you think heâd come back and haunt me???â she asked as Jungwon frowned âJust because you rejected him? Iâm sure his ghost wonât even make it on earth- stop overthinking-â he said as the girl sighed.
That night Y/n walked to the cafe, despite it being pretty late at night. Jungwon wasnât too far behind. His figure and shadow hidden in the darkness. She made his job a lot easier, the way you didnât turn back once, ignoring the fact that you may be followed. Y/n entered the cafe Jungwon, watched from afar, making sure no one was there to steal her from him. To his luck, she was alone. Heck she even walked out alone, into that dark, alleyway that hand no cameras purely because it was a very easy shortcut to her home.
3 years of stalking his princess and he finally got the chance to take her home, driving his Koenigsegg in the middle, blocking her path. The girl frowned, then saw Jungwon. âIâm taking you home.â he simply said. As y/n just frowned. Why would he offer a ride to her? Itâs not like they knew each other well, and she was closer to her home anyway. âNo need, Iâm only 3 minutes away from my houseâ she reassured as Jungwon laughed. âOh sweetheart⊠I meant OUR home.â he said with a smirk, forcefully yanking her in before pushing a cloth drenched in a drowsy med to her face.
Everything seemed like a blur to her. Y/n woke up in a rather unfamiliar room. Her back met with the comfort of the plush, white silk sheets, and soft mattress, a blindingly beautiful chandelier in the center of the room. She couldnât move. Her hands cuffed to the headboard. Her uniform was replaced with much more comfortable pajamas, the kind she could never afford. âYouâre up darling?â a voice called. The girl stared in shock. It was indeed Jungwon. Yang Jungwon, the sweet, innocent, handsome man, now standing before her, dressed in his gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
âJungwon?... why what? Why?!!!â she managed to ask, though it wasnât exactly the question she wanted to asked. âCalm down, calm down. Yes yes, I was the one who murderred all those whores, Yes Iâve been keeping a close eye on you and protecting you from all harm, but it seems impossible to keep you safe out there⊠so I can keep you here, in my palance my princess.â He said with a smile as she just stared in utter shock. However she knew better than to mess with him. This is a new side to him, a dangerous side that no one would ever expect. Y/n had to play it safe with this man, she doesnât want to end up being his next victim.Â
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Honestly, I think that if Kotoko doesn't have any kind of tragic backstory or deep-ridden trauma and did have a relatively normal upbringing like she says she does, it will probably heighten my enjoyment of her character and her narrative even more.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, my favorite thing about Kotoko's narrative and role in the story and why she is my favorite prisoner is the fact that she is the perfect encapsulation of what I think Milgram is trying to teach.
It is unfair to put her, or any of these prisoners into boxes of good and bad because both are cruel oversimplifications that only serve to dehumanize them regardless of if the audience's intentions are good or bad. By dehumanizing them and partaking in the fucked up justice system that is Milgram, you are emotionally distancing yourself from them. When you emotionally distance yourself from these people, you become more ignorant to the possibility that you could do the very thing that they're doing. That Haruka, Yuno, Fuuta, Muu, Shidou, Mahiru, Kazui, Amane, Mikoto, and especially Kotoko could all be you and you won't know it before it is too late.
That is why even within this system that pushes black-and-white nuance-less thinking, the narrative itself encourages you to look beyond the surface depiction of these prisoners that we are presented with. Because in the words of one Will Wood -
"If you were in my shoes, you'd see I wear the same size as you"
But what does any of that have to do with Kotoko and her backstory? Well, @/archivalofsins / Gunsli made a very good post that explains exactly what I'm going to talk about in more depth, but I'll give it a rundown nonetheless.
It would be very easy for someone to look at a person who has gone through tragedy or trauma who has done bad things, and say in response: "See, I can't become like that because she is abnormal. I could never do that, that would never happen to me.". Now I would hope that you don't need me to tell you that this way of thinking is a white lie cake rich with ableist frosting, but that is a discussion dug into by Gunsli's post. And I do believe, if Kotoko is revealed to have a tragic traumatic backstory, this will happen to her. Because it happened to Amane.
And that is why Kotoko having a 'normal life' would be so important to me and, in my opinion, heighten her already amazing narrative and writing. Her role in the story is to be a audience parallel, she is an embodiment of the system and mindset Milgram as a story criticizes and her actions are a direct consequence of our involvement in it. Milgram is already not subtle about this fact, but Kotoko's ordinary upbringing is the thing that fully hammers the nail in the wood.
Anyone can become like Kotoko Yuzuriha, trauma or not. Her beliefs, her bigotry, her fascism, her violence, and her fantasy to be the chivalrous hero who protects the weak are not things that are alien or only things that form within an "abnormal" brain. In fact, they are very normal things that a lot of normal people across the globe perpetuate wholeheartedly whether they realize it or not. Kotoko isn't some one-of-a-kind individual
She is literally just a girl
#I really hope this goes without saying but this is just my interpretation of Kotoko's narrative and what I think would improve it#I am not Yamanaka so I cannot say what would concretely be the best for her story#I can only form opinions and theories based on what's already been presented to us#haru chats about milgram#milgram#milgram project#kotoko yuzuriha#yuzuriha kotoko#milgram kotoko
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Minthara let out an exasperated sigh in frustration, letting her hand fall away from her precum soaked cock. It had been⊠days? Weeks? Time was nebulous and didn't feel real to her at this point. But it had been some amount since her rescue from Moonrise Towers. Since she had joined up with this ragtag group ofâŠwhat was a nice way to describe a bunch of traumatized morons with a heart?Â
She groaned as she sat up, staring down at her shaft. She hadn't been able to find relief since her rescue. Sure, she could stroke as much as she wanted. Could take out a toy and ride it with her ass all night. But it just wasn't enough. It would bring her close, so achingly close she could practically taste that orgasm. That release never came though, no matter how long she toyed with herself.Â
It wasn't her fault. Its not like she had to resort to self pleasure back home. Whenever she had been excited or needy it was easy enough to call someone to her bedchambers for release. Minthara was a Baenre after all; other drow would practically kill each other for a chance to try her out. Hells, she was fairly certain a few of them had just to try to impress her.Â
Regardless, this was becoming a problem. A few nights without release had been fine. But having spent night after night basically just teasing herself without relief? She was on edge. Shorter temper than normal. Losing her focus. Finding her thoughts drifting to lewder ideas at the most inopportune times, even in the middle of a fight.
Picturing what it would be like to tame Aylin and Isobel after they had rescued them. Shoving Isobel's head down onto Aylin's cock as she claimed her cunt. Laughing at her pathetic moans, stiffled around that shaft. Picking Isobel up and both of them forcing their way into her poor pussy together.Â
KarlachâŠohhhh, such wonderful muscles. Just imagining them flexing underneath her tough as she explored every inch of her body. Watching her fighting against bindings as she toyed with her. Hearing such a strong being whimper and moan, begging for release. Oh the fun she'd have with the tiefling~
She wouldn't have to be gentle with Shadowheart. Not with her training. Finally able to let loose fully. Taking her with an animalistic need to breed her. Covering her skin in bite marks, bruises, long lines from her nails digging into her flesh. And just to have her crawling back and asking for more. Minthara moaned softly at the thought, too distracted to even notice her hand making its way back to her cock.Â
Lae'zel. So headstrong. So defiant. Such a brat. What a thrill it would be to just grab her and punish her for her disrespectful tone. Grabbing her by her throat, pinning her there as Minthara fingered her into a screaming mess. Bending her over her knee and beating her ass black and blue. Bending that willful bitch into a good girl for her.
Minthara bit her bottom lip to hold in the noises that had started to escape her mouth as her thoughts turned to the next. Jaheira was a bit older than the rest of the party, sure. But if anything that made Minthara want her more. Being able to claim someone like a Matron Mother? To learn the tricks she knew~? To be able to hear that legendary hero cry out her name in utter bliss as she ravaged her body, making sure that she would never forget the name Minthara BaenreâŠnow that was a goal to aspire to~
âFuck~â She let out, barely more than a whisper. This was becoming too much. She needed to find release. Hands and toys weren't enough. She wanted more.. she NEEDED more. Needed to bury her hot shaft in someone. Needed to drown their hole in her cum. It was the only way for her to retain her sanity.Â
The only question left then, was who to start with first.
#Passed out#woke up#wrote this little blurb#thought y'all would enjoy <3#guess whos back back again#nsft post#also might be on a baldur's gate kick
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you belong with me
prompt: pedri x gavira!reader
warnings: cursing, google translated sentences, grammar issues, not proofread
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it always has been pedri. from the day you made eye contact with him, there was no other boy. the only problem was that he was best friends with your brother, pablo gavira. pablo made it clear that you were off-limits to his friends. it fucking hurt that you couldnât be with pedri. both of you made efforts to get over each other by seeing other people, but you still ended up in his bed when night came.
ây/n, the game is about to start.â your sister, aurora, was the only person in your family that knew. well, you didnât want her to find out until she walked into you and pedri having a heavy makeout session.
âyeah, iâm coming.â even though you proudly wore pabloâs number 30, sometimes you wished it was number 8. pedri gave you his jersey as a gift, but you knew you couldnât wear it. aurora kissed your cheek as you traced the lines of his name, then to the 8.
âletâs go. you wonât be making it obvious if youâre in the stands.â
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nothing feels more special then walking into spotify camp nou. as you made your way into your seats with aurora, it was a lucky time to watch your favorite boys warm up. during the warm-ups, pedri would sneak a few winks or some kind of flirty look. today was different. he only looked at you once, and his body language was off towards you. it didnât matter though, gavi would still be smiling at his two siblings.
the game was intense. you constantly jumped out of your seat when a goal was about to be scored. at the 79th minute, pedri scored a goal. the stadium roared with cheers. only during goals was the only time you felt that you could show off your âboyfriendâ.
that thought was quickly shoved over when pedri pointed at a girl who looked the exact opposite of you with a smile. he made a heart with his hands followed by a wink. your heart dropped. you were no longer wanted to be in the stadium. aurora gave you an âoh shitâ look. it was never official that you two were a couple. although, he made it official that every goal he made was dedicated to you. even if it was a secret, god damn did it hurt. it hurt more that you couldnât run away. it was only right you stood in place, not moving a single muscle.
after the game ended in a victory for barca, you and aurora wasted no time to leave. hell, you two ran out of there. all of the sobs were released when you were in the cry. aurora tried her best to drive home, but it was no use. she hugged you as tight as she could in your bed. youâve cried for about an hour until gavi came home.
âhey guys, are you coming to the party?â gavi seemed so happy after the victory. it disappeared after he saw you crying. âwhat happened? whatâs going on?â you shook your head. today was not the day he found out. he joined his siblings into the hug, even if he was confused.
âi think iâm going to miss it today. iâm not feeling good.â you managed to finally speak after crying your entire soul out.
gavi shook his head. âyou should go. maybe itâll make you feel better. having a bit of fun doesnât hurt.â making eye contact with your sister was the worst idea. you knew she had something in mind with her smirk.
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fully convinced to go, actually dragged to go, you managed to pull off the âbad bitchâ look aurora promised. it didnât even look like you cried into your brother and sisterâs shoulders for hours.
gavi was finally able to drive yall to the parties. he was mostly relieved because he didnât have to sit in the backseat while listening to your horrible carpool karaoke. instead, he would have a distraction. after enduring the traumatic singing, partying was an easy way to ease your mind.
an introduction wasnât needed for the team. if anything, the family was known as the gavira triplets for sticking around together. you couldnât lie, this shit was fun. until, pedri walked in with a girl all over him. everyone seemed fine, but only the people who knew about the relationship got awkward. you got the feeling to go home, but you didnât wanna disappoint anyone. maybe standing next to your brother was the wrong move. of course pedri would go up to him first. pedri tried to greet you with a hug, but it was quickly exchanged for a hand shake. you needed a drink after the interaction. excusing yourself, you quickly made your way to the bar.
âiâve never seen you drink in front of the team.â pedri came up behind you.
âthatâs none of your business.â you shot him a fake smile.
âwhy are you acting like this?â this motherfucker has got to think harder.
âi donât know pedri, why am i acting like this?â the sarcastic tone irked him to the max.
âcan we talk outside?â this was not going to go well. in the end, it was either going to be the last conversation or it was going to leave you in his bed. you couldnât even face him outside.
âwhatâs going on with you? we were just fine two days ago.â
âwow pedri, you noticed how it was two days ago. well, within two days, you decided to go see someone else.â
âwhat the hell are you talking about y/n. we arenât dating. we can never be together.â shit, those words hurt. the conversation was never suppose to go into a yelling spree. it felt like a screaming session.
âif you know we canât be together, then donât go fucking around.â
âare you serious? you gave in. this was never suppose to last this long.â you couldnât believe what you were hearing.
âyou were the one being a horny fuck. you fucking played me. i know we canât be together, but that never meant i didnât love you.â tears were forming in both of your eyes.
âwell guess what, i had to get over you. i loved you too y/n.â
the emotional moment was shut down by gavi. fuck. gavi heard your last sentence, but it only angered him more when pedri admitted his feelings too.
âwhat?â gavi was in a form of shock. both you and pedri looked at him, both hearts dropping. the relationship was fucked up from the moment it started. you knew gavi would find out, but it wasnât a way you wanted it to go. it was like every family member would find out in the least joyful ways. âwhat the fuck? you were messing around with my sister this whole time?â gavi started to walk closer, his face turning red. you tried to get him to back up, but it was unsuccessful since a punch was thrown right at pedri. you screamed in panic while aurora walked out seeing the punch. she grabbed you to go home even after your begging to stay. you never knew someone could cry so many times today. hell, you didnât even know you could cry this much.
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none of your siblings have seen you for days. during their work/practice hours, you would eat but other than that, you stayed locked in your room.
aurora had come home early while you were eating. you didnât feel like abandoning her so you decided to talk to her. after catching up on some things, the big questions were starting to come up.
âhowâs gavi? i didnât really see his reaction.â your energy suddenly left your body. your appetite was lost. worry was running around you.
âgavi is okay. i knew he would calm down eventually. he said heâs not going to talk to pedri unless you worked it out with him.â
âi donât know if i wanna talk to him. shit got so messy within 30 seconds.â
âyou should. xavi made him stay home. heâs recovering his black eye.â you didnât mean to laugh. it was only funny since he got his karma. you were about to answer until gavi walked through the door. after staring at each other for at least a minute, he finally hugged you. aurora went into her room since a private conversation was about to begin.
âCĂłmo estĂĄs?â he finally spoke to you. he was fidgeting with his fingers which indicated he was nervous.
âestĂĄ bien. y tĂș?â he nodded in response. âare you hurt from the fight?â you didnât know how to open the conversation. actually, you didnât even know what to talk about.
he laughed at you a little. âno, pedri never hit me. he just let it happen. it was only one punch until we were pulled apart.â it was starting to get awkward. there were so many things to say, but you didnât know what to start with at first.
âare you mad?â
âwhat? i mean, yes i was. at first, iâm not mad anymore. i was just worried about you. pedri keeps asking, but i didnât even know what was happening. i think you should talk to him.â
âaurora said that too. i plan to, but i donât know what to say.â gavi nodded at you again. he wished you good luck before walking away.
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you were sick to your stomach on the way to pedriâs house. overthinking made your stomach turn. there was so many different outcomes. what if he didnât even open the door. what if he doesnât wanna talk to you. the nerves were really kicking in when you pulled into his drive way. deeps breaths. inhale and exhale.
knocking on his door with your sweaty hands was the hardest thing to do. it was the last chance to run before he even saw you. once he opened the door, you instantly knew he had been a mess. eye bags were staring right at you. him being half asleep. water still on his face from the ice pack.
âpedri.â you looked at him concerned. he pulled you into a hug before you could say anything else.
âiâm so sorry. please tell me youâre doing okay.â
âyeah, iâm okay. you look like a hot mess pedri.â
he nodded in agreement. âyou see, it wouldnât be this bad if i didnât get punched in the face. but i deserved it.â you shared some laughs with him while he welcomed you into his home.
âso, have you talked to gavi?â gavi kept his conversation short with you. you still couldnât read his facial expression if he approved or not.
âyeah i did. we only had one conversation. he actually said it was fine for us to be together.â this was the first time pedri had a genuine smile after days. he wasnât sure if you still felt the same way for him, but he was happy that there was nobody stopping him from being with you. you sat on his couch in deep thoughts. pedri was scared that you might quit on him.
âwe finally got our answer pedri. can you handle dating me though?â you finally spoke. pedri pulled you into another hug.
âhell yeah i can. you belong with me.â
#pedri one shot#football x reader#football fanfic#football imagine#pedri gonzalez x you#pedri imagine#pedri x you#pedri gonzalez x reader#pedri x reader#pedri gonzalez imagine#pedri x y/n#pedri gonzalez#pedri#pedri fanfic#fc barca#pablo gavi#gavi
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thereâs a few potential sansa romantic endgames that i think have some textual basis and i think all of them come with a lot of issues wrt sansa being able to publically claim these relationships which is why i think sansa will say her children are âfathered by a wolfâ because regardless of Who sheâs with or even the legality of it, sheâs going to be actively concealing their identity AND YET she needs to have children.
i think especially that even though aryaâs love life is guaranteed to be less complicated, sansa will feel obligated to take this âburdenâ of ensuring their line onto herself; she wants arya to have the freedom to go where she pleases, be with who she pleases, and follow her passions and that is not easy to do if everyone is expecting you to come home and start popping out kids. I consider them a sort of reflection of ned and lyanna in this way in that sansa, second born and not meant to rule, uses her newfound power to let the wild, youngest girl (but not youngest child) in the family follow her passions wherever they may take her.
this is all kind of weird with the nixed time jump but considering that george has talked about writing stories from aryaâs pov about her adventures, I think itâs going to be fairly important in story regardless of their ages that arya will attempt to offer to stay home and marry and have children as a way of helping to protect sansaâs very shaky claim on winterfell but that sansa encourages arya to do whatever she wants. to travel, to help shepherd the boatloads of refugees from the various wars to wherever they want to call home, to settle displaced northerners in other parts of westeros as well, to get involved in the lives of the people arya is helping and agree to help them liberate their own homes by using her skills (crucial here that arya is A leader but not the SOLE leader), or to go out into the woods and be a secret not-quite-an-outlaw (bc sansa isnât outlawing anything that could hurt aryaâs lil crusades, probably is helping bankroll arya) to bring justice to the smallfolk, like whatever it is arya wants to do with her life, the point is that she offers to give it up and sansa refuses to take the offer.
and then we have the idea that her kids are fathered by a wolf. not elizabeth-ing herself here exactly because sheâs having children but never publicly acknowledging a father or a husband or even a lover.
i think the candidates most likely are jon snow and theon, with both brienne and podrick as like âiâm not saying heâs gonna do it but i am saying they make a lot of sense narrativelyâ and aegon vi as a huge long shot but still undeniable contender. if briensa does go canon everyone owes me five bucks each tho. i think the options other people float are not just wildly unserious they also clearly donât think sansa will be The Ruling Lady Of Winterfell, but some much more minor or less emotionally resonant title and i just do not vibe with that shit at all. harry the heir, sandor, sweetrobin, tyrion, littlefucker, like never mind sansa never once showing any real interest in these guys and NONE of these dudes being satisfied by the idea of being her secret husband, if sansa says to arya âyeah iâm marrying tyrionâ arya is going âblink twice if youâre being held hostage and you need me to kill himâ but itâs too late because jon snow is already unsheathing longclaw and bran is attacking with every raven in winterfell. itâs not fucking happening and imo itâs unserious to pretend like it could happen in canon. (and if it DOES happen in canon you will find me rocking up to georgeâs house in jersey and demanding to know why heâs so weird about teenage girls). i think margaery is a huge long shot here (and not just bc it would make them both canonically on screen gay) because i donât think sheâs gonna live to the ending, and jeyne poole is too traumatized at this point in time for me to feel confident in putting her in the same category as brienne and pod.
(theonâs trauma is WHY i think heâs still a contender - post reek theon is going to struggle a lot with figuring out where heâs supposed to be, who heâs supposed to be, and who he can trust as he puts himself back together, and that lends itself nicely to the idea of a secret husband/lover imo. once again, we are talking extreme trauma bonding here - thatâs just the only way i see sansaâs romances going).
if youâre asking âwho do you think arya is winding up withâ itâs gendry. i donât doubt that there were some plans for edric dayne, arya, and gendry but i think gendry was always going to be her great love here, that sheâs always going to turn down the idea of marriage to him but gendry doesnât care so long as they are still together. thereâs a neon blinking sign over gendryâs head that says âendgame materialâ and i think itâs unserious to pretend itâs not there too!!
#again my conspiracy here is that he canât do all the rhaegar/lyanna/robert/ned/ashara/cat paralleling he would like and itâs thrown him off#thatâs my rant of the day aksjdj#getting on my soap box#theonsa#jonsa#briensa#jeynsa#whatâs the pod sansa name i always forget#the sun and moon in endless chase
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Tetella for your event can we get demon au but reader being a succubus and topping the arcane ladies? Dub-con would be nice but if it makes you uncomfortable ignore it! And congrats for 1k you're my mommy đ„łđ„łđ„łâ€ïž
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ the ladies face a very sinful, tormenting visit from a naughty succubus who wants nothing but feasting from their pleasure
including: vi, sevika, cassandra, renata glasc, vayne.
â contains: n sfw, f!afab reader, top reader, sub/dom dynamics, bd / sm, praising, degrading, dub-con, overstimulation, use of toys, forced submission.
â a/n: my switch brain going brrrr in this. thank you so much for the request, sweetheart...and since i am your mommy, take your coat outside, or else you'll be cold. tetella...ok, that's super cute.
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vi did expect punishment in prison for being a troublemaker. throwing punches and drowning the face of another detainee in the boiling soup werenât encouraged behaviors by the guards. she would usually get thrown into solitaire, get roughed up, and be beaten when the shift was harsher. it doesnât matter. vi could take it. however, what she didnât expect was to end up in this tormenting predicament.
the mystery surrounding the unknown aisle of the prison was well-known to the inmates. the ones who were sent there for misbehaving returned rather stunned and traumatized. their attitudes were cured. it always seemed as if someone had broken them into mere docile, leashed dogs. surely, they didn't want to return to wherever they were sent. they quivered at the slightest mention of aisle 666.
vi found out in the worst way possible what was truly kept in section 666. it was a high-security underground designed to imprison dangerous supernatural creatures, such as vampires, werewolves, demons of all classesâŠeven this one succubus tormenting her right now.
vi was entirely stripped from clothes, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her thighs were bent on the knees as ropes secured them spread. it was quite cruel to expect her to beg you to stop pressing the vibrator against her clit with a ball gag in her mouth. she whined and whimpered, trying her best to squirm away from you. she could feel your breasts pressed against her back as your hand abused her soaking hole, the sloppy noises of her wetness filling the room. her eyes were glossy and wide, pupils dilated as she felt another upcoming orgasm growing in her core.
"come on now, sweetie. don't squirm too much, it'll be worse for you. can you feel this delicious vibe on your princess' parts while your new mistress abuses your slutty pussy? your pathetic whimpers are music to my ears. am i making you cum again? awww, poor little girl. gonna make you into my perfect bondage whore. the guards spoil me way too muchâŠthey always bring me the best girls!"
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sevika was used to cheating whenever she gambled. her eyes were trained to scan the cards on the hand of each opponent. she threatened a waitress or two to peek over the shoulders of men and women who were bound to lose mountains of dirty money to her. with her influence, even if she was caught, nobody would be courageous enough to confront silco's right-hand woman. after all, her reputation of being the queen of zaun didn't appear from nowhere.
however, things didn't go according to plan when sevika attempted to trick a seemingly dumb and defenseless woman. an eye candy like this surely didn't belong there. easy money. easy fucking too. what she didn't expect is that she was messing with a gambling addict succubus that didn't take the loss very well. and cheating...oh, that was unacceptable. the red gleam in your eyes and the way your claws tapped against the wooden table would forever hunt her nightmares. the cold wolf-like grin on your lips was terrifying.
now it was too late for regrets as the same grin faced her. the bar was empty as the few people who were previously drinking felt terrified of the black fog that suddenly engulfed them. sevika was on top of the gambling table, arms chained on each side of her body. she grunted and cussed at the sensation of the cold breeze fanning against her bare wet pussy.
sevika cussed you out and growled as you passed the tip of your sharp-bladed knife around her nipples, teasing them as you watched them become perky. the heel of your free hand rubbed her clit as you used two digits to pump in and out of her, smirking as you felt her tight pussy squeezing your fingers, yearning, begging for more. sevika wanted to disappear whenever a pornographic pleasure moan escaped her. she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, but she loved being used as your fucktoy.
"ugh, fucking bitch, i said i'll pay you back! do you really have to finger me like some disgusting pervert!? fuck! u-ungh...mmmm...shut the fuck up! i am not en-enjoying-...mmmmph...damn it. fuck. i will kill you when i'm out of here!"
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as a counselor, cassandra expects the citizens of piltover to respect her undeniable authority figure. the enforcers ensured the politicians were well-cared for, as no one wanted any scandals surrounding poor security. piltover was a city that breathed reputation and order. they would never allow themselves to be so sloppy. and usually, criminals feared doing anything against piltoverâs powerful people. the big fish. they were well aware of what happened to those who stained their honor.
with that clarified. politicians would be careless sometimes. they were used to the feeling of being untouchable. sometimes they didnât have to be accompanied by an enforcer to intimidate criminals. the invisible threat engulfed and shielded them as if they were in cold war. it was one of those days for cassandra. her day on the council had been quite exhausting. arguing and voting for projects were not what she needed in order to untangle her mind from her homely issues. she was stressed out and drained. and her job didnât help. yes, it was indeed well-paying and she wouldnât trade it for anything. she could use some vacations, though.
sighing, cassandra opened the door of her black car and slipped into the driverâs seat. her gloved hands stroked the steering wheel and she cussed under her breath. as soon as she pushed the key in order to activate the engines of her car, a hand came out of seemingly nowhere and pressed a chloroform-drenched rag against her face. she screamed beneath her assaulterâs hand, but it came out muffled. the counselor was caught by surprise, so she didnât have any reflexes to defend herself. all she could hear were giggles and shushing noises as the world around her became black.
when she woke up, she wasnât very pleased to be in the backseat of her own car. her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were tied spread, bent on the knees. she had nothing but her elegant, white lace panties on. she couldnât question anything with her mouth taped shut. her breasts were being abused by the nipple clamps that pinched and tormented her sensitive skin. looking down, she widened her eyes upon seeing the rope between her legs, securing a thick dildo inside her pussy. her eyelids shivered and her thighs trembled as natural, slutty moans escaped her throat. she tried to rub her thighs together, gulping and staring at her driving captor with big, prey eyes. she hated to admit it, but she was so turned on. her mind never consented to this, but her body loved it way too much.
âyou woke up, darling. do you like my cock inside of you, hmm? that big, thick rubber cock stretching you out while that rope rubs your clit, make you all nice and wet for meâŠaww, i know you do. i couldnât help it when i saw you all alone in that parking lot, honey...i had to take you all for myself. you made me want you so fucking much. nothing is getting in my way, sweetie. i always get what i want, thereâs nothing you can do about itâŠgonna take you to my nest and just feast from you, youâll be nothing but a whore for me, councilor.â
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renataâs reputation was being a loyal, generous woman. she had no problems finding new business partners or forming alliances in order to achieve what she wanted. her smooth talk, clever choice of words, and wicked intelligence had gotten her where she is nowadays. ms. glasc was a woman who lived from propaganda. she needed it in order to maintain her image intact. she had to prevent at all costs people from finding out that she was not as loyal as she manipulated them into thinking she was. she would do anything to get even richer. she would do anything in order to get her way. this is how business works. either learn it or be devoured by the suited crocodiles.
you werenât very happy when you found out renata had scammed you into buying your part of a company for a cheaper price. she promised it was for show and you trusted her words. renata glasc stole from you, but she had all the false evidence to prove otherwise. it was your word against hers, and letâs say she had much more charisma to offer. you phoned her countless times to try a particular meeting so you could give her a second chance into fixing her mistake, but she barely acknowledged you, just ordering her secretary to lie about her current activity status. she was always busy for you. that was until you had enough of her attitude and decided you no longer wanted to be so generous.
renata regretted her choices. she indeed messed with the wrong partner. how could she have guessed that her quietest business partner was in fact a powerful demon? now she found herself on her knees between your legs as you were sitting on her officeâs big leather chair. your suit tie was wrapped around her throat as you tugged at the end, using it as a leash to keep renataâs face buried in your pussy. you ordered her to use a vibrator on herself and hump against it like a dog in heat. she begged you not to do this, anything but this. but if you werenât pleased, you would ruin her. you would tell everyone how renata glasc is a scam and you would use your demonic disgrace to ruin any chance of rebuilding herself. she had no other choice, it pleased you to watch her submissive state as she devoured your pussy like her last meal. her hand that held the vibrating wand shook and she rolled her hips, whimpering and moaning against your heat as she felt another orgasm building up, a third of the night.
âaw, you gonna cry? thatâs cute. can take no more, huh? thatâs too bad, isnât it, little puppy? you are a stupid slut, renata. you thought you could just be so naughty to me with no consequences? you bad dog. oh yeah, canât talk back with my pussy in your mouth. at least, you are good at that. donât squirm away from your toy, stay still and take your punishment, doggy. hump it. harder. yeahâŠthere you go, thatâs it. do as youâre told unless you want everyone to know what a liar you are."
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dealing with demons was nothing new for vayne. the night huntressâ routine was tracking and hunting those who had fallen into darkness. her crossbow had ceased many more unholy lives than she could possibly count. actually, she stopped counting on the hundredth. and that was over a decade ago. shauna vayne knew what she was doing. she dealt with viego himself and his army of ruined souls, there wasnât much she couldnât fight. hence why she wasnât fearful at all of a succubus she had caged behind iron bars. she knew iron was a weakness of succubus. you werenât dead yet because she needed more information from you. she had to find a local nest of more dangerous demons. you were nothing but a low class for her.
vayne could fight and defeat her opponents. but her arrogance was something that happened to shoot her in the foot. she was so sloppy for leaving the key of the cage in your reach to pick up one of her torture weapons of choice. usually, she was wary and careful around the disgusting creatures, she knew what they were capable of. her years as a huntress created a false sense of safety where she thought not all demons deserved so much apprehension and care on her part. but silly little humans should know their place. the weakest of the demons was better than the strongest of the men.
this is how she found herself tied in the middle of her torture room. you escaped your cage with ease and tackled vayne, attacking her and easily overpowering the unprepared huntress. you chained her arms to the ceiling, stretching them as her whole nude body was displayed to your red, burning eyes. she hissed and bit her bottom lip out of rage as your hands groped her big breasts so shamelessly, feeling them up, tugging the nipples with the tips of your fingers. your snake-like tongue licked stripes on the crook of her neck and your hot breath fanned against her sensitive skin. a shocked moan was blurted when you took one of your hands to her core, digits having no problem in finding her clit and rubbing it so deliciously. vayne gulped and curled her toes, sucking in a breath as her body betrayed her. she had never felt so horny in her life. this pleasure was overwhelming. it got so much worse when you pushed two fingers into her soaked cunt and fucked her rough and fast like it was nothing, pumping in and out of her tight pussy as her body welcomed all the pleasure you were giving her. her face burned in embarrassment. this was wrong.
âstop lying, i can see how much you love this. you can cuss me out as much as you want, pet. your body doesnât lie. can you hear this? this is how a slutâs wet cunt should sound like being abused by a demon. is this all you wanted all this time, shaune? getting fucked and reduced into the pathetic fucktoy you are? if you keep struggling like that iâll just have to spank you harder, tie you up tighterâŠis that what you want? i love watching you squirm, you were only making me more pleased and making it harder for yourself. look downâŠlook, shaunaâŠlook at my fingers disappearing inside your pussyâŠyou like being my slut, huh? i donât care if you like it or not.â
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do you have any thoughts on luna and harry as a potential couple post-canon? i was reading your post on harry/ginny and i really loved your perspective on it, especially when you said your vision for harry post war was basically just lots and lots of big dogs (i LOVE that mental image and i agree it would be SO good for him!!) but i was wondering if you'd consider luna and harry to be a good match for each other? personally i have a sort of soft spot for the pairing because of how fond harry is of her in canon, and i think if anyone was going to understand and be unfazed by all the difficult trauma responses and long healing process he's going to be dealing with for years after the war, luna seems like a good fit :)
My love for Harry as a character is kind of unusual to me, considering I go pearl-diving for ships when I read things, and I fall in love with dynamics as a conduit to falling in love with characters. That said, I don't really ship him with anybody. I just genuinely adore That Weird Little Dude. Same with Ron; I'm just as pleased to see them with a range of people, because (A) I believe they're good partners and can have great relationships with many people (Ron Weasley get behind me they could never make me hate you Ron Weasley), but also (B) I don't see either of their canon relationships as Definitive. Some characters I ship together because I sincerely believe they are (non-deterministic) soulmates, in that they bring out parts of each other that make them the freshest, happiest, most interesting versions of themselves. With other characters, I'll look at a couple and go: "Huh. Could work!" and smack my giant rubber [APPROVED] stamp on it, then get back to work on my blorbos.
Luna and Harry are one of those couples for me. As I mentioned in that other post, I think Harry's primary requirement in a partner is someone who can treat him normally, i.e. will be generally chill about the Became Wizard Jesus Twice situation. Which is a big ask. Luna is uniquely capable of doing that because Luna is not normal at all, and so treats all things, extraordinary and ordinary both, as uniformly dazzling and delightful. I believe this is why Harry enjoys her so much in their friendship, because he gets to feel valued and treasured without feeling unusual or othered â a hard line to toe, and one even Ron and Hermione occasionally trip up on. He seems to like hanging out with her a great deal, and I think it says something sweet that he asks her to the Slug Club party instead of any of the girls in Gryffindor from his year, whom he'd ostensibly know better.
Luna is a bit of a cipher to me, I admit. We know she's the daughter of an eccentric and probably traumatized single father, raised without a mother; deeply lonely, because of how she's been ostracized for her beliefs and hobbies, and the victim of some degree of bullying for it; and yet full of a passionate, almost effortless wonder and joie de vivre. She's also intensely loving (cf. painting her friends' faces on her bedroom ceiling) and very hard to embarrass. She likes Harry for understandable reasons; they share most of those qualities (Harry's more sensitive to others' opinions, understandably so), and the only point where they diverge is their actual hobbies and interests. Harry seems pretty fond of her nonsense, and I bet she could sell him on crumple-horned snorkacks given some time â maybe if Hermione took a vacation to Switzerland and left them alone together.
In general, what I find sweet about the idea of these two is they're so chill. These are two people whose chief ambition is to hang out, enjoy their hobbies, and see some cool magical shit. Date night is so fucking easy for these two. Plus, Harry is a hothead a lot of the time, and Luna just... vibes. Literally never bothered. Insane levels of not fussed at all times. Very helpful for Harry, who has a bad tendency to bottle up his feelings and then blow up at the first person to sneeze at him. Conversely, I'd hope that Harry would age into the kind of genial, confident dude who would be able to rock up with a function where people were talking shit about Luna and be like :) My wife? You mean my wise and beautiful wife? Surely you are not talking about my wise and beautiful wife. :) instead of doing what he'd do from age 15-17, which is get mad and stomp around sulking. Which, again: teenager. Orphan. Non-stop trauma gauntlet from age 2-18. Excuses are made. But still. Would think it best if Luna's husband were not perhaps so keenly sensitive to gossip, for Luna's sake.
Anyway, these are just some dissembled thoughts. There's also something in there about Harry, boy under the staircase, falling in love with the magical world and ending up the Most Magical person, i.e., the person who took believing in magic to such an extreme that she imagines magic that doesn't exist yet. And Luna ends up with the one person who's inarguably stranger than she is.
#another e.g. for a Definitive couple would be Annabeth and Percy for instance.#like I think Nico and Will are cute but I'm fine if they date other people! I don't *root* for that but I'd be chill and open to it#if Percy and Annabeth break up I'm setting the book on fire and doing a Cursed Child brainwipe. it isn't happening.#they are Definitive. they are narrative complements. they need to kiss for Thematic Purposes (read: pretentious)#greenteacup asks#Harry and Ginny also exist in the rubberstamp box for me#I think Ginny does different things for Harry and has different strengths/faults#sidebar naming their daughter after luna is SO cute and lily luna is the one potterchild I'm okay with the name of#but it also makes me think about harry/luna kids and. you know what. I think it would go better#harry would be like 'perhaps... albus severus' and luna would be like :D great idea! I was Thinking Of Lysander Philodemus Crantor.#and then she would negotiate him down to like. 'katherine' but with a byzantine combination of Y's and E's
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I wanna request Oni,Spirit,Onryo,Wesker,Trickster, and Ghostface reactions to this new survivor. Lemme tell you bout him. First off, bro is 6'10, big as FUCK. Tallest survivor by far, taller than alot of the killers. Despite his size he is CONFUSINGLY AND DECEPTIVELY elusive and slick. No other survivor can dodge like this big motherfucker. Literally impossible to hit, even in a dead zone with 0 pallets, windows, or loops. he got CRAZY footwork for his size. The only time they can hit him is if they are EXTREMELY lucky, like if multiple survivors sandbags him or something; notice how I said multiple, that's how slick he is. One time the killers got him in a corner, should be an easy hit right? since he's such a big target? NOPE. he fakes left and right like 12 times in 4 seconds then when the killer tries to swing they hit air particles. They don't even know where the new guy went until they quickly turn around and see him vault a window.
Killers reaction to tall, big, and slick survivor
Ghostface
A bit intimidated
How are you so tall?!
Lowkey into it đ
Likes that despite how tall and big you are your quick in your feet and slick asf
Hates how he loses chase with you fast
Thinks you be great to take pictures with
Wesker
Annoyed he had to look up at you
So he doesn't
He will just stare at your chest(non perverted way)
He thinks looking up at a survivor is weak and he is far from it
He is a god
Although he's impressed that your slick asf when your fucking huge
Oni
Taken aback
How is a survivor a little taller than him
He's supposed to be big not a survivor
He grumbles and wacks you
Although it's the only time he was able to
Which pisses him off more
(he angers easily beware)
Onryo
Does not care
Yes she is short and it sucks trying to hit you but it doesn't matter
She will still do her job no matter what
You could have wings and it would not bother her
But then again she is a dead girl (what s traumatic death yeesh)
Spirit
*weird Spirit noises*
Um why
How
Surprised Entity let a big survivor who is good in
But then again she isn't
You kinda intimidate her just a bit
But she's not scared and will still do her job
Trickster
No
Absolutely not
He loves how quick and big you are but hates how you eacape him so much
Impressed that you can easily avoid being sandbagged your teammate
Hates that despite your big frame your still able to escape
Like how that shouldn't even be possible
#x reader#gender neutral#gender neutral reader#gender not specified#slashers#dead by daylight#dbd#albert wesker#danny johnson dbd#danny johnson x reader#albert wesker x reader#spirit x reader#the onryo dbd#oni x reader#spirit dbd#dbd oni#dbd albert wesker#the trickster x reader#the trickster dbd#ji woon hak dbd#ji woon hak x reader#ji woon hak#dbd ghostface#ghostface x reader#dbd ghostface x reader
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TGM Masterlist
requests: open
fluff - âœ; angst - â
; hot - â; fun - â«
âYouâre so beautifulâ Masterlist âœâ
ââ«
Dagger Squad
Skinny Dip â
âœâ«
Last year was quite traumatizing for the Daggers and they need something to remind them of the good old times.
Let It Snow â«
Who could've known that renting a cabin in the mountains with the Squad would have been that fun?
Hi, Baby âœâ
â«
You get deployed along with your friends but a part of your heart stays on land.
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Bradleyâs Girl â
Youâre the perfect girl for Jake. Youâre pretty, kind, funny, smart. You could have him on his knees for you if youâd ask. But youâre Bradleyâs girl.
One Last Time â
Jake is soon to be deployed and he invited the whole squad for a last night out together.
Cold Feet âœ
On the early days in your relationship with Jake, you kind of forgot to tell him a little detail about you.
Paint It Black âœ
You didnât want to get married, you didnât need a ring to prove your love for your man. But when the circumstances want you to, youâre forced to tie the knot with Jake to stay with him. And youâre scared your soon-to-be-husband wonât agree with your only request.
Take It Easy âœ
This is your third date with Jake and nothingâs happened yet. Not that he didnât want anything to happen, he craved for it. But a little fire birdie told him exactly how to correctly gain your heart.
Country Boy â«â
Jake goes back home to his family for a few weeks and has quite a hard time convincing some girl heâs a pure Texas boy.
Treat You Right âœâ
You got along pretty well with Jake. He made you laugh, sometimes paid for your drinks, was the perfect gentleman with you. But everything was apparently too perfect to be true.
The Song of Achilles âœ
You meet a beautiful stranger at the library and give him some book recommendations.
Campus âœâ«
When you've been stressing over your exams, what could go wrong? The answer would be Jake.
Story of My Life âœâ
Jake panics when you start pulling away from him and he feels like he's destined to end up alone.
500 Miles âœâ
When you and Jake saw the two bars on the test, the decision you took was not an easy one. But Jake would walk to the other end of the globe if you asked him to. So what's a few hundred miles compared to that?
The Olive Theory âœâ
In a world where you learn a detail about your soulmate on each of your birthdays, you think you found your pair years ago but you're completely caught off guard on your 24st birthday.
Money, Money, Money â
Jake was a fun guy to play with, until you got feelings for him.
Drivers License âœâ
You promised Jake to take him to the airport when he'd leave for the Naval Academy, but first you had to get your drivers license.
Need You Now | part2 | alternative ending â
You fucked up really bad and shows up on Jake's doorstep in the middle of the night.
You and Jake get that long-awaited discussion. Hearts have been broken, tears have been shed but words might make everything better.
You fucked up really bad and shows up on Jake's doorstep in the middle of the night, except you're not only there to apologize.
Hold My Hand âœâ
â
5 times you held Jake's hand and the one time you couldn't (+1 bonus).
Your Woman âœâ«â
When Jake and you decide to shower together, you realize you also have to share the Playlist.
Cherry Pie ââœâ
You just moved in San Diego and you needed help with all the boxes and furniture. Naturally, you called Jake to give you a hand and that's it, right?
Till Death Do Us Apart â
Your wedding day was supposed to be the best day of your entire life, until it wasn't.
I'll Crawl Home to Her â
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NO SPOILERS
Night Comfort â
When you come back home panicked, Jake is there to comfort you. Yet you still have to explain to him how scary being a woman is.
Dog Dad â«
When Jake saw the sparkles in your eyes at the dog shelter, he knew what he had to do. Now he had to hear the incessant bad jokes from Rooster.
Save Your Tears âœâ
You were supposed to be the best of the bests, not a crying baby, that until you learned how deadly your next mission would be.
How to lose Hangman in 10 days [AU] âœâ
Jake bet he could make any girl fall in love with him. You bet you could make any man disgusted by a woman. Who's gonna win?
Wedding blurb âœ
"I'm in the mood for some Jake Hangman Seresin like marriage fluff"
Call me Daddy âœ
When your daughter mistaken Jake for her father, you're more than embarrassed. That until she tells you why she called him that.
Filthy Fingers â
How could Jake blame you for what you did? That jerk deserved it, didn't he?
One Night to Change â
âœ
You and Jake have an amazing first date but when you wake up to cold sheet, you don't know what to do anymore.
Ringless â
âœ
When Jake makes the mistake to forget his ring, he immediately regrets it.
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
City of Stars âœ
Bradley always hears you humming that same song but canât put a name on it. Itâs 24/7 on his mind and itâs starting to drive him crazy. But without forgetting his new best friend, Google.
WHAT ARE THOSEEE?? â«
During a night out at the Hard Deck, Phoenix notices something very interesting about Rooster.
The Piano Lesson âœ
Rooster is so good with your kid, you might fall head over heels sooner than expected.
Knock Knock âœâ«
Where Mav and Ice moved in next to Carole's house.
Late Night Melody âœ
You don't like being woken up in the middle of the night, but if it's by Bradley, you don't complain a single second. Even more if he's playing guitar.
Behind the Cameras âœâ
What would happen if a simple naval aviator dated one of the most notorious actress of Hollywood?
Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia
Hips Don't Lie â
Mickey has the opportunity to introduce you to the squad at Maverick and Penny's wedding. Let's say you surprise everyone and brings out the most unexpected side of your boyfriend.
The Girl Who Smelled Like Popcorn âœ
Fanboy finds a new favorite reason to go to the cinema. You.
Southern Nights â«âœ
Your boyfriend is finally meeting your family but it doesn't go as he planned it.
Love Is All âœ
During your first night out after the Uranium mission, you all decide to play a game to know each other a bit better and some things are hard to believe.
Back to You âœ
When Mickey went back to his parents house for the holidays, he didn't expect to see a face that familiar.
Cheeks All Flushed âœ
It's Halloween and Hangman organizes a killer party with his friends. What happens when Mickey develops a massive crush on the makeup artist?
Psycho Killer âœâ«â
When you saw that mask with those big black eyes and that drooping mouth, you first thought Hangman wanted to play a joke on you. How wrong were you!
Call Me âœâ
When things get rough, you know exactly who you have to call.
Walk for me Baby âœâ
You just spent a hundred dollars on nice lingerie, the least you could do was show Mickey what you got yourself.
Don't Forget About Me âœâ
You're so in love with Mickey it hurts. But he just cannot reciprocate your feelings, can he?
Robert 'Bob' Floyd
Dancing Queen âœ
During the Bachelorette party of your friend, you couldn't help but notice the cute blue eyed guy staring at you from across the club.
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace
Addicted to you â
Natasha always considered herself straight, that until she met you.
The Best Friend's Sister âœ
Who would've thought the notorious Phoenix could date a Bradshaw? But not the one everyone think.
Javy 'Coyote' Machado
Sweet Memories âœâ
An umpteenth night next to your husband makes you realize what could've been your life.
#hangman#jake seresin#jake hangman seresin#hangman x reader#jake seresin x reader#rooster#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#mickey fanboy garcia#fanboy#fanboy x reader#mickey garcia x reader#robert floyd#bob x reader#phoenix#natasha trace#phoenix x reader#coyote#javy machado#coyote x reader#payback#reuben fitch#payback x reader#top gun: maverick#top gun
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Our Little Secret - Chapter 4
Series Masterlist
Pairing:Â Eren Jaeger X Female Reader
Genre:Â College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut
Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.
Chapter Summary:Â Forced by his best friend Spider-Girl, the time has come for Eren Jaeger, self-proclaimed campus' hottest nerd, to ask you out on a date and honestly? He's scared shitless. Thankfully, or unfortunately, for him, his best friend Armin Arlert comes to the rescue.
Content Warnings:Â explicit sex scene (happens at the end of the series, can be skipped if you want), swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events
Word Count:Â 8k
Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart on Twitter
Twenty-one-year-old Eren Jaeger has been gazing at the same crack of his ceiling for the last two hours. Itâs four in the morning, his body is begging him to sleep, and yet there he is, half-lidded eyes staring blankly into the darkness of his bedroom, his brain running across the universe, thinking:
What the fuck am I going to do?
Times like this make him wish that he had a superpower he could rely onânot to swing from one building to another, not to fly, and definitely not to check out girlsâ panties with his X-ray vision (though honestly, if he had one, heâd definitely try to get a tiny, tiny peek of your bra, for, umm, scientific reasons). But no. Eren doesnât want that. He wants to be able to communicate with God, or Jesus, or literally any deity out there that created him, and ask them, why, God, why am I such a fucking virgin?
Being a virgin isnât bad. Itâs not a sin, not at all. Some would even find him admirable for being able to refrain himself from getting his dick wet because heâs waiting for the right one. Itâs the way he thinks like a fucking virgin that he is thatâs bad. Because how in the world is he going to be able to ask the most popular girl on campus to go out with a giant nerd like him who hasnât even had his first kiss yet? Who hasnât had the pleasure of holding a girlâs hand for more than three seconds long? The last time he did that was during last yearâs Christmas party when his aunt Dina took his hand in hers and gave him twenty bucks to get himself a new shirt (only because the one he was wearing looked absolutely horrendous). It also doesnât help that you happen to be the cutest person in the worldâor in his world, at leastâwith the prettiest smile, with such a pleasing vanilla and strawberry scent that Eren wishes he could smell on his pillow every day.Â
So, whatâs going to happen now? Letâs say, by some miracle, you agree to go on a date with him, then what? What kind of conversation would he have with you? What if he says something stupid? Does something stupid? Knowing him, he will definitely do. Or worse, what if the date actually goesâŠÂ well? What if you realize how much he wants to kiss you? What if you also want to kiss him, but youâre waiting for him to make the first move? WHAT IF YOU WANT TO KISS EACH OTHER WITH TONGUE AND EVERYTHING, BUT WHEN YOU BOTH LEAN IN, HE ENDS UP KNOCKING HIS TEETH AGAINST YOURS ANDâ
Eren canât breathe.Â
Should I just walk up to her? He thinks, fingers tapping restlessly against the ridges of his abs. He never wears a shirt when he goes to bed, his sweatpants always hanging too low on his hipsâwhich is already an improvement, at least, since he used to sleep completely naked. He was forced to change that habit ever since his sibling, Zeke, barged into the room at two in the morning with his phone in his hand, trying to catch him in the act. âAHA! I HEARD SOMEONE MOANING! YOU MUST BE HAVING SEX!â Zeke yelled as he kicked Erenâs bedroom door open. Eren had it locked, of courseâheâs an idiot but heâs not that much of an idiotâbut Zeke had conveniently duplicated his roomâs key without him knowing for this sole purpose of humiliating his little baby brother.
And no, Eren wasnât having sex, but he was watching someone else having sex through his computer screen. And yes, he had one hand around his cock, his pants pooling around his thighs, the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth, and his own moan caught in his throat. It was so stupid that Zeke had to barge in right at the exact second he was cumming all over his hand, which made everything super weird âcause it looked like Eren came because he was aroused at the thrill of having someone else watching him masturbate and that was really not the case.
âZEKE, WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!â
âEEEWWW OH MY GOD PUT THAT TINY DICK AWAYââ
âPUT THATÂ CAMERAÂ AWAYâAND ITâS NOT TINY!â
âDINAAAAA, EREN IS JERKING HIS LITTLE TINY DICK OFF!â
âIâM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, ZEKE!â
âBOTH OF YOU, BE QUIETâITâS TWO AM!â
It was one of the mostâif not the mostâhumiliating experiences he had ever had in his life. Especially after Dina spent an hour lecturing him the next day about, and Eren quoted, âMaintaining high self-esteem even if I am secretly insecure about⊠a certain part of my body. Small is more. Small is better,â with Zeke standing in the background, shaking his head and mouthing, âNo, itâs not. You got a tiny dick.â For the record, Eren does not have a tiny dick, though he doesnât have a witness that could testify on his behalf. Armin knew, but heâd rather swim in hot lava than admit it out loud. Anyway, knowing how heâs going to ask you out tomorrow, heâs sure as hell heâs going to break his own record in a matter of hours.
Heâs scared. Heâs so scared of talking to you first and getting rejected second. But his friendship with youâSpider-Girlâis in jeopardy right now. And honestly? This is the kind of push he needs because otherwise, he would never have the courage to ask you out. But it still feels so nerve-racking. Eren would rather jump inside that burning building once againâhell, let him set a fucking camp over there and it would still feel less horrifying than this.Â
He switches on his phone. The selfie you took with his camera has been his wallpaper for weeks now, and Eren doesnât want to even think about how many times he has kissed his phone screen good night. âLook at that smile,â he murmurs to himself, sighing in bliss at the sight of your little grin, so cute and naughty at the same time. âAre you really going to say yes tomorrow? To someone like me?â
Great, now heâs talking to himself as if the last two hours he spent talking to his monitor wasnât enough. Feeling anxious and knowing how heâs not going to be able to catch a wink of sleep tonight, Eren slides his thumb along the screen, going through his contact list.
âArmin,â he breathes out in relief the second his phone call is connected. âDude, sorry for calling you at threeâfuck, four AM, but I canât sleep. I need to talk to someone about this.â
For the first three seconds, thereâs only silence. And thenâ
âEren, Iâm gonna fuck you up.â
***
âArminâArmin, waitââ
You have memorized how Erenâs voice sounds by nowâhow deep it is, how husky, and how it gets just a little bit high-pitched when he whines after losing an argument. Even when heâs still on the other end of your campus hallway, you can hear it echoing through the room. Itâs gradually turning louder as he makes his way toward you. Your heightened senses can tell but you pretend you donât hear anything, busying yourself by replacing the books inside your bag with the other ones in your locker.Â
You can sense someone walking up to you a moment before you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Snatching your textbook, you close your locker with one hand, whirling around to see a young man sporting a bowl-cut and black-framed sunglasses. âOh, hello. Youâreââ
âYou donât know me,â Armin says, his face blank and unimpressedâalmost similar to Annie, though his hair seems more golden and greasier than hers. âAnd I donât plan on knowing you either. Weâre not friends.â
âO⊠kay,â you respond, both surprised and amused at his quirky attitude. Before you can speak anything else, Eren arrives at your spot with a little âFuck,â under his breath. You cast him a smile, greeting him with a little, âHey,â and he panics.Â
âS-sorry, this is, uhââ Eren lands both hands on the blonde manâs shoulders, trying to escort âhaulâhim away. âThis is Armin and weâreâweâre leaving.â
âGet your hands off me, peasant.â The shorter male harshly slaps his hands away before he returns his attention to you. âI have a bone to pick with you, young lady.â
âOh, no,â you say, feigning concern. âWhat did I do?â
Eren whines, desperately pulling on his best friend's backpack now. âArmin, goddammit, letâs just goââ
âNow, you listen to me, woman.â Armin is unstoppable. âEver since you came into his life, my best friend has been losing his mind.â He has one finger pointed at your face as he speaks, not caring if heâs being rude or causing a scene in the hallway. âWhich is concerning âcause he doesnât have much of that to begin with.â
Eren, with a groan filled with shame, rubs a hand over his face. âOh, God.â He can try and take Armin away by force, of course, but theyâre already garnering other peopleâs attention as it is. Also, the last time he tried to haul this little chipmunk away, Armin bit his hand so hard, itâs a wonder he didnât have his limb amputated.Â
Plus, Armin is supposed to be doing him a favor, right? Right?
You have a hunch on where this is going but you act clueless to get the most out of your entertainment. And by entertainment, you mean watching Armin embarrass the hell out of his friend. âIâm sorry, Armin, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âEren has a crush on you,â Armin explains, grabbing his friend by his wrist, and raising it in the air. âThis is Eren.â
âIâm actually gonna kill you when we get home,â Eren murmurs through gritted teeth, harshly pulling his hand away. He canât meet your eyes, too mortified to do so. All he wants right now is to be turned into dust and be carried by the wind.
âNice to meet you, Eren,â you say, almost crooning even, and the said boy gulps, turning crimson from his neck to his ears as he responds with an awkward, âH-hi.â
âDude, pull your shit together.â Armin elbows him on his side. âAnyway, Maâam, Lady, Miss, whoever the hell you are. Iâm trying to make sure that you take responsibility for this because I want my best friend back. Heâs already a giant idiot who canât even survive the first half of The Witcher without spending all of his potions, okay? Now I donât even want to add him to my team because he keeps thinking about you during battles and he sucks so much ass, itâs embarrassing!â
You nod, biting your lip to contain your grin from breaking. âYou suck ass?â You ask the brunette and he nearly faints from the innuendo. That little twinkle in your eyes⊠Itâs as if youâre asking him what else do you suck in your spare time?
Armin, not knowing when to stop, adds, âHe literally called me at four in the fucking morning today just cause he couldnât sleep, thinking about how to ask you out!â
âARMIN OH MY GODââ
âSo please,â Armin begs as he pushes Eren away by his face, âPlease just do something about it for me, will you? Talk to him. Knock back some senses into him before I do it myself, and I swear to God, Iâm ready to get blood on my hands.â Pivoting on his heels, he says, âNow that Iâm done, Iâm gonna return to my wife and Iâm gonna pretend you two donât exist in my life for the next two weeks. Adios, fuckers.â
Armin walks away with his middle finger pushing back his glasses. You titter, immensely pleased by how theatrical he is. âHas he always been that eccentric?â You ask Eren, who looks just as pasty as the white shirt heâs wearing underneath his hooded peacoat.
âHonestly, I donât know why Iâm friends with him in the first place,â Eren says, mirroring your faint laughter before he turns to face you, his body turning rigid once again as he tries to get past his awkwardness. âSo, uh⊠Armin wanted us to talk.â
âThat he did.â You smack your lips, hugging your textbook close to your chest with both hands. âWhat about you?â
âHuh?â
âDo you want to talk to me?â
Thereâs something in your voice that makes his stomach act up on its own. âYes, I would love youâto! I would love to! Iâd love to talk to you!â
Thereâs literally nothing more adorable than how he looks right now. âWhat should we talk about, then?â
Youâre so pretty. âUmmâŠâ I love that dress on you, you look amazing. âI donât knowâŠâ I love you. I think weâre meant to grow old together and have three kids running around in our backyard. âIâm wondering if someday you want to, ummâŠâ
Youâre waiting for him to say the words, tilting up your head just slightly to the side at the perfect angle that makes you look ten times cuter than before. âWant to what?â
Eren takes a deep breath. His shoes are squeaking against the floor as he drags and shifts his weight from one foot to another. âI donât know, just, uhâŠâ He turns his body slightly to the side, doing this little lip bite as he lets his gaze travel up from your lips to your eyes.Â
The way heâs so nervously awkward is both amusing and endearing. Youâd think that a man who owns a face like that would be all smooth and suave with girls but Eren has zero experience in dating and it shows from how anxious he is. Funny how he doesnât act like this at all when heâs with Spider-Girl. Heâs so chatty when heâs with that alter ego of yours, spouting out lines after lines, stories after stories. He got embarrassed sometimes too, sure, but heâs never like this. Maybe he really does like you. He likes you so much that his brain just stops functioning when heâs around you.
âI donât know, maybe we couldââ Eren gesticulates, jittery hands moving all over the place from fixing his jacket, scratching his nape, to rubbing the shell of his ear. He literally canât stand still, eyes going everywhere but yours. âOr, you know, we could do something else orâif youâd like, we canââ
âYeah.â
ââgo andââ he stops, gaping, probably thinking that he imagined your answer. âSorry, what?â
âYeah,â you repeat, your smile reaching your eyes and turning them into a beautiful pair of half-moons.
âY-yeah?â
âYeah, either one.âÂ
Eren stops functioning for a second, his mind completely blank. He just stares at you, unblinking as if his soul just went on a world tour, leaving his body behind. âReally?â
âSure.âÂ
He swallows. âUmm, okayâŠâ It still feels surreal to him that you actually said yes to whatever it was he was offering (heâs not even sure what he just offered you). âYeah, that soundsâthat sounds great.â He can finally smile now, his lips curving up ever so slightly but his eyes do more than his mouth could ever convey. He can only stare at you for a while, transfixed with his mind completely blanked out as heâs suffused with so much joy. Then he remembers something and he panics again. âShit, actually, I canât right now, since I haveâIâve got classes to go.â
âYeah, of course, me too,â you laugh lightly. âItâs only nine. Obviously, we have morning classes to attend.â
âYeahâŠâ He turns sheepish. âI was planning to ask you out after youâre finished with your Astrophysics class, but Armin couldnât wait until then.â
âYou knew Iâm taking Astrophysics?â You tease, smirking. âWhat else do you know about me?â
Why am I such an idiot, Eren ponders as he feels himself dying little by little. Every time things start to get better, he always finds a way to screw things up. âIâm sorry, I⊠I didnât mean to stalk you and be such a creep.â What am I going to do? Sheâs going to hate me now⊠Perhaps even disgusted. âYou know what, Iâm sorry for being so weird. I can understand if you donât want to go out with me.â
You blink. His posture, the way he looks like heâs losing all his strength at once, and that little pout on his lips. Why does this look familiar? Then, it clicks. âYou donât want me to go out with you?â
âI do!â He exclaims a little bit too loudly. Thankfully for you, thereâs no one else in the hallway right now but you and him. âOf course I do, butâŠâ He drags his eyes to his feet, his heart beating a thousand miles per hour, his teeth sinking into his lip.Â
You feel mischievous. For a superheroine whoâs supposed to lie ninety-nine percent of the time to keep her real identity covered, youâre doing such a bad job at it because you want him to know that youâre the same girl heâs been sharing intimate sessions with on the rooftop. So you do the same thing you did the night you dropped him off on his porch. You reach out a hand, cupping his cheek and trapping him there so he canât look anywhere else but your eyes.
Eren stiffens, emerald eyes shining brightly underneath the sunlight that seeps inside the room. âW-what are you doing?â
âDo you want to go out with me or not?â
His breathing tatters. âYes, Maâam, I do.â
âThen why are you telling me you donât want to go out with me?â
âI wasnâtâIâm not saying I donât want to go out with you. Iâm saying that Iâm okay if you donât want to go out with me.â Wait, I feel like Iâve gone through this situation before, Eren thinks, feeling strange. Is this what Deja Vu feels like?Â
âWhy do you think I donât want to go out with you?â
âCause IâmâŠâ He wets his lip, nervous. âCreepy?â
âWhy, because you know Iâve been taking Astrophysics? Or is it because youâve been taking pictures of me in secret?â
Erenâs not sure if youâre trying to calm him down with your words or make him feel ten times worse. âB-both?â
Itâs funny how he unconsciously admits that he has been snapping photos of you like the stalker that he is. âWell, I still find you cute, so I donât think we have problems with that. Would love it better if you could stop taking pictures of me, though. If you want my picture, you just need to ask. We can take some photos together this time.â
This is it. Heâs in heaven right now. This is what paradise feels like. âI⊠I can?â
âOf course.â
His heart is thrumming so clamorously in his ears that itâs a miracle you havenât heard it already. âAnd you⊠Are you saying you still want to go out with me?â
You playfully roll your eyes, giving him a light pat on his cheek before you release him. âIf you want to, sure. Just ring me up or something.â
Heâs in a haze, thick fog clouding his thoughts. âOkay⊠IâllâIâll call you.â
You wait for him to connect the dots, but when he remains in silence, just gazing at you with droopy eyes, you have to be the one who asks him. âDo you need my phone number or should we do it the old way with you sending a pigeon to give me my letters?â
âShit, yeahâthatâs right.â Snapping out of his reverie, Eren sticks a hand inside the pocket of his jeans. Heâs about to take it out when a thought hits him like a train. Shit, fuck, I have her photo as my wallpaper. I also have her pictures in my gallery, what if she finds out? Should I delete them now? No, there are too many of them. I donât have time for this. Even if I do, what if I havenât backed them up? Oh my God, what to do, what to do, what to doâ
âEren?â
He pushes back his phone into the bottom of his pocket, his stomach in knots. âYou know what, I think I left my phone at home.â
I literally can see the shape of your phone in your pocket, but okay. âOh, no,â you fake a pout. âThen, I guess, we canât go on a date then.â
âI can write down your number on my palm!â He takes off his backpack in a rush, going down to his knees to make it easier for him to look for his pen. âWait, let me justâFuck, whereâs my penââ
You thank the lord that most guys donât usually take this long to make advances on their crushes, because if it takes him this long to ask you out on a date, humans will go extinct before they can repopulate the earth. âOr you can just add your number to my phone?â You offer.
âOf⊠course, yeah.â He returns to his feet, face flushed. âSorry, Iâm an idiot.â
âI think youâre adorable.â
âP-please donât say that. Iâm already dying here.âÂ
âDonât die on me just yet. You havenât bought me dinner.â You hand him over your phone and it nearly slips off his grip from how shaky his hands are. If it wasnât for your fast reflexes, you might have to spend some of your savings to buy a new phone. âCareful, big boy.â
âSorry,â he winces, being much more careful this time. He taps his quivering thumbs on the screen, adding his number on your contact list and re-typing his name several times because he keeps missing the right letters. âHere,â he says, offering you back his phone. You intentionally let your fingers brush against his, even let them linger for a second too long and Eren noticeably gulps at the minimal contact. âSo, uh⊠Iâll wait for you to call me?â
Your mouth twitches into a smile. âI wonât make you wait too long, I promise.â
***
Itâs been thirteen hours, eleven minutes, and forty-three seconds since you said, I wonât make you wait too long, and Eren is lying down on his bed with his eyes glaring at the clock thatâs strapped to his wall as if heâs trying to make it burst into flames.Â
Why hasnât she called me yet?
Whatâs taking her so long?
Did she lose my number? Wait, have I clicked âsaveâ when I typed down my number? Fuck, I canât remember.
Heâs going insane in every way possible. He turns around to scream against his pillow before jumping from the bed. âIâm gonna get some fresh air,â he decides before he becomes the one who combusts into flames. Right before he grabs his hoodie, his phone rings.
Eren runs to grab it like his life depends on it, accidentally bumping himself against his swivel chair, hard enough for it to topple over and knock him off his balance. Groaning in pain, he reaches out one hand to blindly locate his phone on the desk. Itâs an unknown number. This must be her.
He takes a deep breath, repeating two times more before he clears his throat and answers the call in the deepest, manliest, sexiest voice he can produce. âHey, there.â
âYo. Itâs your big bro, Zeke. I left my phone at home andâwhy do you sound so weird?â
âOh my GodâGET OFF MY FUCKING PHONE!â
Eren shuts the line. If he missed your call because of this, heâs really going to kill him. Heâs still grumbling under his breath when the phone rings again. The caller ID is still unknown. Refraining himself from grunting in protest, he picks up the call, âZeke, for fuckâs sake, Iâm gonna fucking kill you for real. Iâm waiting for a girl to call me right now. If sheââ
âEren?â
Oh, wow. There you are. Calling him at three past ten pm and the first thing he said to you was his brotherâs name and a string of expletives. And to think that he spent two hours practicing in front of the mirror to sound all smooth and suave, maybe even play hard to get like, âSorry, who is this again? Oh, itâs you. I wasnât expecting you to call me this early. What? You want to talk to me about our date? Shoot, I completely forgot about that.â He had everything planned.
âSo, youâve been waiting for me to call, huh?â
Eren knocks his head against the edge of his desk repeatedly as he says, âNot really.â
âOh? What have you been doing then?â
âI was just⊠editing some photos. Touching up stuff.â
âYou were touching-up stuff?â
If that first kiss of yours could be your villain origin story. This, you teasing him right now, can be his villain origin story. âPlease donât make fun of me, Iâm already at my limit.â
âDying again?â
âProbably.â
Your giggles soothe him down a little bit, making him feel less humiliated and moreâŠÂ serene. Which is weird, because you are also the cause of his distress. âSorry, it took me a while to get back to you. I had, umm, family things to do.â And by family things, you meant stopping a car chase at Seventh Avenue. Youâre still dressed inside your costume, actually, sitting at the edge of a skyscraper as you watch the city glimmering underneath you. âSo, about that date. What do you want to do?â
Eren hates his filthy, filthy brain for coming up with âyouâ as an answer. âIâm, uhh⊠Iâm down with anything you want to do.â
âOh? And what if I want to do something bad? SomethingâŠÂ naughty.â You nibble at the corner of your lip, smirking as you wait for his response. Eren sounds like heâs choking on the other line.
âN-naughty like what?â
âI donât know, like, cheating on my diet and stuffing my face with churros or something.â
âOhâŠâ You can actually hear the disappointment in his voice. âOh, you mean that kind of naughty.â
âWhat kind of naughty are you thinking about?â
His face catches fire. âIâmâIâm not going to answer that.â There it is again. The most heartwarming, adorable giggle in the world that easily paints a smile on his face. âMaybe we could grab some coffee first and just see how it goes from there?â
âHmm, I think we can do that,â you reply. âI know a coffee shop downtown that makes the best mochaccino.â We didnât get to visit it last time because you threw up on me.
âGreat.â He sounds much more relaxed now. âSo, uh⊠Should I pick you up at your place orâŠ?â
âOr I can just meet you at the coffee shop?â Itâs too far away from my flat, and itâs faster for me to just swing by. âLetâs say at eight?â
âOkay.â His cheekbones are hurting from how wide heâs smiling. Even when he reminds himself to stop, it remains everlasting on his lips. âIâll see you at eight, then.â
âYeah, until then. See you, big boy.â And he can sense the smile in your voice too. âTry to keep your hands to yourself this time.â
âI wasnât touching myself!â
The last thing he can hear before the line gets disconnected is his most favorite sound in the world, and he knows when he goes to sleep tonight, your face will stay permanently behind his closed lids. Eren sighs, throwing himself back to the bed. Heâs over the moon, his body feels like floating in the air.Â
It feels so good to be in love.
***
Armin Arlert has been best friends with Eren for five years.Â
They met on the first day in high school when a bunch of school jocks tried to dunk Arminâs head inside the toilet bowl. Eren, who happened to be in the same bathroomâhe had just finished doing number one and was washing his hands because although he might be an idiot, he was actually a very hygienic idiotâlifted his head when he saw four seniors hauling Arminâs body in the air before they pushed him inside a cubicle. The blonde boy was already on his knees, his eyeglasses cracked and tossed away to the floor when Eren stood behind them. To tell you the truth, Eren couldâve just punched one of them in the face and used the short moment of surprise to grab the nerdy boy by his collar and run away. But no. Eren, being an idiot like always, announced for the whole world to hear by saying the clichiest thing of the clichiest.Â
âHey, assholes,â he shouted dramatically as he cast his backpack to the side. âWhy donât you pick somebody your own size?âÂ
It was cringe. He said it as if he was starring in The Lion King. Eren couldâve just saved him without saying anything. He couldâve just kept his mouth shut, punched one guy in the face, kicked the other two in the balls, stuck a mop inside the other oneâs ass, and called it a day. That wouldâve been badass, peak cinema right there. But no, Eren had to be cringe. Armin knew that he, himself, was the epitome of cringe with all the outfits he was wearing (dude walked into the room dressed in Narutoâs flak jacket and orange pants), but Eren was on another level.Â
Even so, his cringy line managed to garner their attention. Whirling their bodies around to see who was this dumbass who stopped them from enjoying their daily entertainment, the jocks sneered. Eren had worn his most menacing glare on his face, chin tilted up high with his fingers already curled into balls of fists, ready to fight back if needed. One of the seniors stepped forward, lips pulled back to showcase a wicked grin before he grabbed Eren by the front of his shirt.
 Then they dunked both Armin and Erenâs heads inside the toilet bowls at the same time.
âWell, I mean,â Armin said once the seniors had left the cubicle to pick another target to torture until the next period started. âAt least they didnât give us wedgies.â He handed the brunette his bottle of shampoo, one that he carried around with him every day as getting a swirlie at nine in the morning was already part of his daily routine. Eren, just like him, washed his hair and face clean.
âIâd prefer a wedgie than this, honestly,â Eren sighed, re-doing his bun even when his hair was still somewhat soaked.Â
âDude, no,â Armin argued. âI canât stand them. Wedgies hurt my ass and my balls. Iâve got huge balls soâŠâ
âWell, a swirlie is even more humiliating. Wedgies donât hurt that much. Man up.â
âYeah,â Armin snorted. âProbably because you have small balls and an equally small dick.â
âI donât have a small dick. You do.â
âExcuse you, you low-life degenerate. Iâm five point eight inches long.â
âHa, weak,â Eren jeered. âIâm six point eight.â
âFlaccid,â Armin corrected, his nose flaring. âErect, Iâm seven point five. Ha, weak.â
Eren, turning off the tap, loomed tall above him, exuding the same level of darkness as the final boss in Danteâs Inferno. âErect,â he said, smirking, âIâm eight point three. Try to top that, bitch.â
With his jaw dropping to the floor, Armin seethed with rage. âThat is bullshit! Let me see!â
It turned out Eren did have a big dick. Armin had never felt so mortified in his entire life. Disgraced, even. Getting a swirlie was one thing, but having the only asset he was proud of demolished by a fucking stranger?
âTo be fair, you do have big balls, bro,â Eren assured with a friendly pat on his shoulder. âCheer up. Itâs not the end of the world.â
This would be such a nice story to tell at their weddings when they become each otherâs best man in the future. Just two bros sizing up each otherâs dicks and comforting each other afterward with their heads still smelling like toilet water.Â
âI fucking hate those guys,â Eren grumbled, drying the fat droplets of water off his face with some paper towels. âA bunch of assholes.â
âYeah, what was your plan, man?â Armin asked. âCan you even fight?â
âI can, but not against four of them at the same time.â
âI know. Thatâs why I asked you what was your plan.â
âDo I look like a guy with a plan?â To be fair, no, he did not.Â
âWhy did you do it then?â The blonde manâs frown was sketched deeply upon his forehead. âYou couldâve just walked away.â
âI donât know,â Eren exhaled. âI guess I just donât like seeing other people get bullied.â
âYou have a protagonist syndrome, thatâs your problem.â But Armin offered his hand, fixing his broken glasses with his index finger as he spoke, âBut I admire your bravery, young man. Youâre foolish, true, but brave nonetheless. My name is Armin. Armin from the clan Arlert. I feel like we can be comrades.â
Eren looked at him weirdly before he accepted his handshake. âEren Jaeger.â
That was the beginning of their friendship. They spent, quite literally, every hour of their days together, almost as if they were conjoined twins. Although they had different personalities, they shared the same interests and complemented each other rather well. They became so close that rumors started to spread in the hallway that they were more than just friends. A girl with freckles on her cheeks named Ymir approached them and asked them to join her LGBTQ club. Armin was happy to join as he had never had someone ask him to participate in anything before, while Eren was too nice to say no (poor boy didnât even know what LGBTQ stood for), so that certainly added more proof to the case.Â
It also didnât help when the schoolâs quarterbackâwho looked like he belonged in Tokyo Revengers with a heart kinder than Hello Kitty on her best dayâReiner Braun asked Armin, âDude, is it true that you two fucked behind the bleachers that night after the homecoming game?âÂ
Arminâs answer was, âThat source of information you were talking to. Did they say I was the one who fucked Eren in the ass or was it the other way around?â
âThey said it was you who fucked him.â
âWell, yes, that is correct,â Armin said, pushing back his eyeglasses. âI did do that. Now you know that despite popularâs belief, I am not a bottom. I have a bigger dick and I am much manlier than him.â For someone who (self-)proclaimed to be smart, Armin didnât make sense most of the time.
Reiner gave him a high-five, patting his back like a proud father. âIs it true youâve got massive balls too?â
âEverything is true, Reiner. Everything is true.â
(Eren did not hear a word about this until graduation. When he did, he went into a severe depression mode for three days straight, absolutely humiliated knowing that people thought Armin was topping the fuck out of him anytime he had the chance. Eren didnât have that much problem being mistaken as a queerânothingâs wrong with thatâor even the fact that heâd be a bottom. But him bottoming with that fucking nerd Armin Arlert as his top? Jesus Christ. Forget his traumatic past. This was probably the reason why he started his video journal in the first place.)
Now that he looked back at it, maybe that was why Eren didnât get to find himself a girlfriend. Surely, a guy like him wouldâve been popular among girls in his school if people didnât think he loved taking it in the ass. But thatâs okay. Eren never needed one back then anyway, both a girlfriend or a dick in his ass. He felt content spending most of his high school memories being cooped up in Arminâs room, playing endless amounts of games, or binging TV shows.Â
Armin felt that way too. He thought his life had already peaked at that point. He got married to his favorite waifu, got to kick some random twelve-year-oldâs ass in Overwatch on a daily basis, and got to laugh and be normal with his best friend, Eren Jaeger. There was nothing else he needed in the world, as long as he had his best friend with him.
Then you came along and suddenly, Eren turned into this desperate, downgraded version of Romeo who couldnât do anythingânot even finishing the first half of Assassinâs Creed without dying or cryingâbut talk about how angelic you were, how cute your voice sounded in his ears, how sexy your lips were and yada yada yada.Â
Ugh, gross.
âArmin, I need your help!â Eren comes barging into his room, kicking the door open without permission as always. Heâs carrying half of the clothes he owns in his wardrobe in his arms, almost tripping over his feet before he lays everything on Arminâs bed. âI donât know what I should wear for tonightâs date, and Iâm so stressed out right now, my balls are literally sweating. You gotta help me out!â
Armin doesnât budge from his swivel chair, not even sparing him a glance. With his fingers still smashing his keyboard buttons, he simply replies to him with a snort, mumbling, âStupid incel brat,â under his breath.
Eren, grabbing a black button-down shirt and a black blazer in each hand, stands right next to him. âWhat do you think about this? Does this outfit say Iâm hot and you should totally get handsy with me?â
Armin spins around, flatly staring back at him. âEren, youâre going on a casual coffee date not a fucking funeral.â
âOkay, what about the white suit then?â
âYouâre also not going to prom. Or a wedding.â
âOh, God, I would love to marry her.â Eren literally has the attention span of a three-year-old, easily distracted, especially when the topic involves you. Hugging his clothes to his chest, he releases a dreamy sigh. âYou know what would be nice? If both of us get married somewhere near the beach where we can hear the sounds of waves as they crash against the rocks in the backgroundââ
âThe only thing thatâs great from being married near the beach is to have you swept away by a fucking tsunami so we donât have to do this sappy conversation ever again.âÂ
That was harsh, even Armin realizes that too, but he couldnât help it. He hates that his best friend is turning into a lovesick fool. Eren has been a simp from day one, but itâs only getting worse by the second. Itâs annoying, really, when Eren keeps changing the conversation. Suddenly, everything is all about you. Armin can be talking about the latest spin-off of Game of Thrones and Eren would be like, âYou know whoâs going to be a great mother of dragons? Her. Except, instead of mothering a bunch of little dragons, sheâs gonna be mothering a bunch of my mini-mes.â Eren is like⊠the human version of Twitter right now.
But the thing with Armin is, even though he has the mouth of a pirate, he has the heart of a nun. Despite his vexation, he also wants to be happy for him. Truly. And when Eren pouts with his shoulders slumping forward and his bottom lip jutted out, what can he do? âIâm sorry,â Armin says, taking off his glasses so he can massage the bridge of his nose. âThat was very mean of me to say. I didnât mean that. I wouldnât want you to die in a tsunami. Getting stung to death by gazillion bees? Probably. But not in a tsunami.â
Armin is putting on a facade, Eren can tell. Putting a stop to his dramatic pout, Eren leans himself against his desk, tossing his clothes back to the bed before he gives the man his full attention. âOkay, whatâs wrong?â He questions. âWhy do you have a stick up your ass?â
âI donât have a stick up my ass.â
âYou look like you do, Armin.â
âAnd how do you know? Because I look pissed? Has it never occurred to you that maybe I like having a stick up my ass?â
Eren gives him a look. âCome on, man.â
Armin heaves a defeated sigh, running a hand through his golden hair. âIâm just wondering⊠What happens after this?â To Erenâs surprise, the blonde male turns solemn. Heâs taking away his mask and underneath it, Eren can finally see how distraught he is. âIf your date goes wellâand Iâm sure it willâand then what? Youâre gonna date her and youâre gonna spend a lot of time with her and then⊠Whatâs going to happen to us?â
Eren, not expecting the conversation to turn this way, turns stiff for a second. âDude, whatââ
âIâm just saying that,â Armin pauses to release a sharp breath. âI donât want to sound like this, but⊠Youâre my only friend. I know how important she is to you. I know how much you like her. But I havenât been able to say a word to you without you making it all about her. And Iâm sorry if I sound like an asshole, but Iâm tired of it, dude. Iâm worried that this is gonna be it for us. Youâre going to live your own life, build your own family, have kids, and grow old together with your loved ones, and Iâm going to live the rest of my life stuck in this hellhole, getting fatter by the day while playing fucking Overwatch with a bunch of twelve-year-old kids until I finally die from type two diabetes or worse: prostate cancer.â
Baffled by the situation, Eren can only reside in silence, observing the way Arminâs posture droops on his seat.
âIâm happy for you, Eren, I really am,â Armin wearily says, casting his gaze down to his lap, fiddling with his fingers. âBut⊠I donât want to say goodbye to our friendship just yet. Youâre really important to me, bro. You were my first friend and youâre my only friend now. You were the first person who cared about me enough to have his head dunked inside a toilet bowl. I know I always made fun of you about it, but I really was happy when you stuck your neck out for me. No pun intended. And now, I justâŠâ He slowly returns his gaze to his face. âI guess I just donât want to lose you.â
Thereâs a little click in his brain when the dots are all connected in his head. Eren thought Armin had simply disliked you as a personâjust like how he disliked everybody else, but that wasnât it at all, was it? Heâs just jealous, not of him, but of you.Â
Iâve been selfish, havenât I? Eren muses, realizing just how much heâs been constantly shoving your name down his throat instead of truly spending time with his best friend when heâs the only one Armin has. How would he feel if the roles were reversed? What if Armin started dating a girl and moved on with his life while he was still there alone in his room, waiting for a chance to play Xbox with him again? He could only imagine how lonely it would be.
âIâm sorry,â Eren says, his voice turning equally as soft. âIâm sorry for being such an asshole. And Iâm sorry for ignoring you. That wasnât my intention at all.â
Armin isnât sure what he wanted Eren to do, but seeing him apologizing like this with regret in his eyes feels unsettling. Wearing back his glasses, he clears his throat before he returns to his computer screen. âYou know what, I was just being lame. Ignore me. So, about that outfitââ
âYouâll always be my best friend, Armin,â Eren cuts him off, stunning the other boy. âNothing will change the fact that you play a huge part in my life. Youâve always been. And I promise you that me dating her isnât going to change a thing between us.â
Armin, now flushed, canât stand and listen to him for a second longer. âYeah, I got it. Letâs move onââ
âIâll make time for you every week,â Eren continues regardless. âEvery weekend, Iâll come here to crash at your place and weâll playââ
âDude, I get it. Drop itââ
âNo, listen to me. Weâll play games until morning and watch a new season of Jujutsu Kaisen togetherâhell, we can even watch that shit you like with the catgirls and the tentaclesââ
Armin slams his head against his keyboard. âOh, Lord.â
âAnd you know what?â Erenâs eyes brighten up, his face nearly being split in half from how wide heâs grinning. âWhen sheâs ready to marry me and have kids together, youâll be our godparent! Weâll have a special room for you in our suburban house where you can stay as long as you wantââ
âYES, I GET IT! NOW SHUT UP!â Great, now heâs screaming. His mother would probably lecture him again about dealing with his anger issues, and thatâs not fair because this is completely Erenâs fault for being so fucking sappy and cringe. Heâs already talking about marrying you when he canât even decide what to wear for his first date!
But Armin, standing abruptly from his chair, blushes to his toes. His sapphire eyes are seconds away from popping out of their sockets. For a moment, they both just exchange stares but the second Arminâs thin lips twitch in a smile, their boisterous waves of laughter fill the room.
âAre we being gay right now?â Eren says, eyes turning glassy from how much heâs guffawing.
âShut up.â Armin gives him a light kick on the shin. âEven if I were into dicks, I wouldnât date you.â
âReally? Why not?â
âSeriously? Youâre gonna ask me that question?â He flatly replies. âGonna make us sound even gayer?â
âWhat, Iâm a charming man.â
âYouâre an asshole.â But the tiny smile Armin displays on his face is filled with nothing but the fondness he held for the man. âYou donât have to fuss about your outfit, man. Youâll look good no matter what you wear. Just be yourself.â
âBe myself?â Eren snorts. âYou want me to be myself? Iâm a fucking idiot.â
âTrue, but she has a bimbo kink.â After his little lash-out, Armin decides that heâs going to go all out at supporting his best mate today. âThe stupidest you act, the horniest she gets.â
âThatâs not reassuring in the slightest,â Eren grimaces.Â
âEren,â Armin puts pressure on his voice. âYouâre an amazing guy, okay? Youâre kind, youâre courageous, youâre funny and sweet even though you can also be annoying as fuck sometimes.â
The corner of the brunetteâs mouth quirks up, an impish glint in his eyes. âSometimes?â
âAll the time,â Armin corrects with a playful roll of his eyes. âBut you know, if someone as cranky as me can stand your corny ass for five years, Iâm sure she would love you. Iâd rather die to admit this so Iâll just say this once.â He stops tapping against his keyboards, turning around to face the other man. âYouâre the greatest guy I know. So have faith in yourself. You got this.â
Armin was so serious when he said it. It was like he was trying to convince Eren to jump over a cliff to save his life when itâs really just about him choosing whether he should go with a gray shirt or a black tee. âWow,â Eren responds, rubbing the tip of his nose. âI didnât see that coming. The blonde boy promptly turns back to his computer, keeping himself busy as his brain couldnât form a witty comeback to say. âSo, likeâŠâ Eren begins. âDo you wanna make-out orââ Heâs hit right on the face by a water bottle.
After going through twenty minutes of trying every attire he owned, Eren falls back to Arminâs bed, his groan muffled by his body pillow. âFuck, what am I going to do? I donât want to show up in a hoodie. What do boys usually wear on first dates anyway? What do girls wear?â He gasps when a thought enters his head. âDude, what if she wears this cute little dress and she ties up her hair in a ponytail so I can see her neck and her baby hairs, and, likeâ"
âAaaaand weâre back.â With a last tap on his keyboard, Armin pushes himself away from his desk, leaving his chair. âYou want to look good? Fine, come here. Iâll show you how to look good.â
Armin takes a few strides and stops before his wardrobe, sliding the door open with one hand. âYou know whatâs gonna make a good impression?â He rhetorically asks, standing on his toes as he tries to reach the top drawer. âIf you dress up like that dude from Attack on Titan.â
âI donât know what that is.â
âThe fact that Iâm still friends with an imbecile like you is beyond me.â
âYou literally just cried your eyes out, whining about how scared you were of me leaving you.â
âI didnât cry!â Armin better be used to his teasing quickly because Erenâs not going to live this down for at least the next five years. âItâs an anime, really good. You might want to stop watching Euphoria sometimes and start watching real shows instead.â
âNow, why you gotta be rude like that.â Eren throws himself on the bed, sitting on its edge. âSo, what, heâs the protagonist?âÂ
âYeah. He looks just like you. Long hair, green eyes. You even have his iconic man-bun look.â
âIs this guy popular among ladies?â
âWell, theyâve been calling him Zaddy.â Armin shrugs. âLike Daddy but, you know, swagier.â
Erenâs face contorts in repulsion. âIs he a dad? I donât want to dress up like a fat older man, bro, come on now.â
Eren is the exact reason why Arminâs mother is getting more persistent in scheduling another appointment with his therapist these days. âI mean like Daddy in the sheets, you dumbass! Not actual daddy. Well, actually, according to one theory, he is the father ofââ
âI literally donât have time to keep up with you, Armin. Iâve got a date in less than three hours.â
âRude,â he snorts, throwing a pack of clothes still sealed inside a plastic bag. âHere. Iâve ordered this for our next anime conference but desperate times call for desperate measures, soâŠâ He rips open the package, tossing him a beige shirt with string tassels at the collar, a pair of dark pants, and a simple black mantle. âTry them on.â
With a frown, Eren shucks off his black band tee and wears the beige shirt. Armin watches him put on his mantle with his eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded neatly on his chest, scrutinizing every little detail. âOkay, good,â Armin comments, standing right behind his friend as they both stare at their reflections in the standing mirror. âNow, raise your right hand in the air. We can add some fake wound and blood dripping down your palm laterââ
âWhat the fuckââ
âSsh sshh sshh, just bear with me for a second.â Armin is in his serious mode right now, and if there is one thing Eren has learned from befriending him for five years is you donât fuck with Armin when heâs being this focused. âNow, do a frown.â Eren isnât frowning in anger; heâs frowning in confusion because what the fuck are they even doing? It seems good enough for Armin either way. âPerfect.â The blonde boy snaps his fingers in the air. âNow say, in the deepest voice possible, âItâs because I was born into this world.ââ
Eren draws the longest exhale. Staring flatly at the mirror, he repeats, âItâs because I was born into this world.â
âFuck, yeah, thatâs it!â Armin shouts, punching the air in victory. âHoly shit, dude, we are so gonna win the next cosplay eventââ
âJesus Christ, Armin, Iâm running out of time here!â
âOkay, okay, geez.â Randomly picking up one of the shirts and jackets Eren had brought into his room, he pushes them against the other boyâs chest. âHere.â
Eren narrows his eyes suspiciously. âYou really think this is okay?â
âLook, Eren, whatâs important is not what you wear, but how you act in front of her. Come here, let me teach you.â Armin provides him with a little demonstration as he gives out his instructions. âFollow me. Stand with your feet close together like this.â Eren follows with an eyebrow raised in question. âYep, like that. Now stretch both arms out to your sides, held parallel to the ground. Thatâs it.â
Eren blinks in confusion. âWhat am I doing?â
âYouâre T-Posing. To assert dominance. Show that bitch who fucking owns her.â
âIâm literally never going to talk to you again.â
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No shade at Devsis (for this, specifically) but seriously there are a lot of characters in this game who are a) female, b) have a relationship with another woman that is VERY easy to interpret as queer, and c) are deeply traumatized. Don't get me wrong I love 5/6 of these character's episodes (I only dislike Ice Queen's because Icicle Yetti's voice got really grating on me very quickly) but is everything good at Devsis?
(explanations for my non-cookie run moots under the cut. Cookie Run lore is wild, y'all.)
from top to bottom, left to right.
Frost Queen is a god of frost who froze to death in the arms of her 'best friend' in a past life. She goes on to use blizzards to balance out life and death. (I think. I watched a breakdown and some cutscenes. in order to get this information you have to play an hour with the most annoying cookie available)(I do not like Icicle Yeti)
Moonlight Cookie was created to observe the dreams of mortals/watch over the city of wizards. She has a close relationship with the god of the ocean but can't leave the city to kiss her girl. Eventually, all the wizards leave the city and Moonlight is left to watch over it on her own.
Black Pearl Cookie was a gem mermaid who had a close relationship with a 'maid', Frilled Jellyfish Cookie (second from the right on the bottom row). She is bisexual however, and falls for the worst possible man after running away from home because she didn't get magic powers during the sea magic ceremony thing. The dude steals her kingdom's magic pearl (or maybe he gives it to her? I don't remember the specifics) which starts a war and kinda just fucks everything up. Black Pearl goes to Sea Fairy for help, but Sea Fairy starts a space program instead of helping so Black Pearl turns emo. Also, Frilled Jellyfish dies due to the war. (I said Cookie Run lore was wild)
Sea Fairy Cookie is really down bad for Moonlight Cookie and (unintentionally) makes it everyone's problem. She ignores the sea cookies while they are actively fucking dying and sorta just sits around for the entire plot. She is one of my favorite characters. Like go off girl make your lesbian pining an actual threat to everyone's safety.
Frilled Jellyfish Cookie has been mentioned already but she's just the sweetest little thing. She just wants to see BP happy, man. She does everything in her power to try to console BP and it just gets her killed in the end. Her dying words are her telling BP to leave her and get to safety, and that she will be fine. BP should have just kissed the jellyfish girl why'd she have to fuck around with Oyster :(
Golden Cheese Cookie. She's my favorite character. So for the sapphic part, she's weirdly flirty with Black Rasine Cookie (another desert-themed cookie with bird motifs) and I'm team 'the ancient heroes were poly' so if you ask me she was smooching White Lily and Hollyberry at some point in the past. For the tragic part, here's one of the wildest backstories this game has! Basically, GCC founded and ruled the Golden Cheese Kingdom, which I'm gonna call Cheeseypt because that's what it is. Cheeseypt is a relatively secluded kingdom, mostly interacting with the wider world through trading. At one point, Golden Cheese leaves her kingdom to fight in the Dark Flour War alongside the other Ancient Heros. What happens while she's out? Dark ENchantress (who happens to be GC's ex-close-friend) FUCKING NUKES ALL OF CHEESEYPT. Not even a 'oh they had to flee and they are still rebuilding :(' no ALL OF GOLDEN CHEESE'S FRIENDS ARE DEAD. Consumed by grief, because you know, everyone she loves is dead, GC buries them all under the kingdom and connects their souls to a digital city before entombing herself with them. She tunes the digital city so that everyone's wishes are granted, and all her citizens live lives of comfort and wealth because, for as much as she values her gold, her real treasure is her friends.
I would stop it here but the way the game ends GC's ark is also just fucking insane? so one of her close friends betrays her (for good reason tbh) and destabilizes the entire city. Faced with leaving everyone she loves behind, GC breaks down because there's nothing for her in the real world. Black Raisen cookie comforts her but explains that this eternal dream is going to end someday anyway. So what does GC do? She explains to her citizens that it'll feel like falling asleep, and shuts down digital Cheeseypt. The characters we met in Cheeseypt don't come back, by the way. There's no loophole. They are just possibly dead for real. (or definitely dead in Burnt and Cheesenburg's cases.)
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run comic creator#cookie run#sea fairy cookie#golden cheese cookie#black pearl cookie#moonlight cookie#frost queen cookie#frilled jellyfish cookie#cookie run fans might get enjoyment out of the extended text of me trying to summarize three of the wildest arks in cookie run
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ok i'll bite. have you read any one piece fics, and are there any you would recommend?
you're so damn lucky One Piece is a fandom full of shit fanfictions because last time someone asked me a question like this, they ended with a 50+ fanfictions rec list.
Anyway, I'm gonna divide the list between gen/pairingless fics and fics with a romantic pairing.
NO PAIRING:
for all the love and gold (don't just do as you are told) by guiltylights
Nami asks Sanji to reduce the amount of money spent on grocery shopping.
Blood of the Covenant by kiite
Zeff never wanted a kid. A restaurant, sureâ but he hadnât planned for the kid.
(Or: a brief look at Sanjiâs childhood, through the eyes of the man who raised him.)
triskelion by razbliuto
Sink your fangs in, sister, and don't let go. â The Boa Sisters, still breathing despite all odds.
[this one is insanely good, literally made both me and my girlfriend cry]
UV by razbliuto (Viola/Doflamingo, Viola/Monet)
There's only a one letter difference between ultraviolet and ultraviolent. â Viola, and the art of unforgetting.
[while this one does have pairings, it's less a romantic story and more a deep dive into traumatic relationships in Viola's life. This is my absolute favourite OP fanfiction and it's heavy, be warned]
that certain calmness by grainjew
Because Sanji's rebellion has always been service, and there is nobody he would rather bow to than his captain.
you are not immune by pheenick
It starts with a rather gut-busting sneeze thatâs concerning enough to bring all conversation juddering to a halt.
Sanji blinks, absently patting his chest before furrowing his brow at a strange thickness congealing in his throat.
Another sneeze. Fuck.
Customer Service in the Food Industry by Maldoror_Chant
They were starving. That was reason enough for Zeff to open the Baratie's doors and feed them, whoever the hell they were.
Then he offered them a job, because the waiters and most of the other cooks had all jumped ship again and these guys looked kinda tough and not likely to scare easy. He didn't care if they were refugees of the World Government, he didn't care about their past, he didn't care what else they could do as long as the dishes were cleaned, the soup served, the vegetables chopped and Zeff's rules respected. Oh, and the pigeon had to stay out of the kitchen. That was a must. Give the Health Inspector the wiggins otherwise.
Oddly enough, it did not turn out to be a complete and utter disaster. Strange things happen on the seas.
[CP9 post-Water 7 start working at the Baratie, the concept is so funny]
nothing to do (with you) by guiltylights
Judge thinks that Sanji is a failure of a son. Zeff doesn't think that much of Judge at all.
the mortality of kings by guiltylights
Zoro and Sanji, the right and left-hand men of the future Pirate King.
breathlessly, live (there's a place for us) by guiltylights (modern AU)
'You donât have to prove anything, you know,â Nami says finally.
Sanji frowns, puzzled. âIâm not proving anything?â
âNo Sanji, I think you are. It sometimes feels like youâre doing this more for your own sake than for mine.'
we slept on the ocean last night by Origamidragons
It starts like this: Luffy canât sleep alone.
(Pirates have nightmares, too. The Strawhats, as always, find a way through.)
ï»ż
PAIRINGS:
Burning Man by neonglaceon (Zoro/Sanji, multiple chapters, M rating for sex scenes)
âYouâre lucky, Zoro,â she had spat, eyes turned up towards the sky, like she was trying to hold in tears. He'd never seen Kuina cry before. Heâd never seen any expression on her face other than her teeth gritted in determination or her grinning in victory. âI want to be the greatest swordsman too. But girls grow up, and their bodies become weaker than men's. Iâm never going to be the greatest.â
Kuina tells him this, and Zoro can barely comprehend the words sheâs saying. He thinks of the countless hours heâs spent training by the river bed, the green locks of his hair left on the floor after Koushirou helped him shear it all off, of the people he thought of as family a lifetime ago calling him by a name he despised. Zoro puts a hand to his chest, where heâd hastily wrapped bandages earlier that day, remembering how his body had begun changing and he didnât understand why-
âYouâre lucky to have been born a man, Zoro,â Kuina finishes lamely.
Zoro sees red.
[This is THE trans man Zoro fic and one of my favourite zosan fanfics, I suggest to pay attention to the trigger warnings before reading]
and then the sun came out by demonzoro (shrinewreck) (Zoro/Sanji, M rating for sex scenes)
Maybe there is something to be said that the first time they kiss, they kiss on a sinking ship. As if to say: this too, is inevitable. The waves are gnashing above the seaâs bottomless maw, and the timbers of the sinking galleon groan their own dirge â as far as this space of sea is concerned, the world is ending. Then there they are, balanced on the cusp of it, concerned only with how they exist relative to each other.
Thereâs an awful devotion to it, and it shouldnât be romantic. But Sanji is hopeless. Heâs always wanted a love like this.
Be Hungry For Me byJacknessofHearts (Sanji/Usopp)
It takes more than years for Sanji and Usopp to confront their feelings. It also takes a lot of good food.
Don't Look Back byJacknessofHearts (Nami/Vivi)
Nami and Vivi and saying good-bye.
[This is the best namivivi break-up fic]
Like Ink Through Her Veins by grainjew (background Nami/Vivi)
Vivi manages, away from her crew. Usually, managing means ruling a country, reading the newspaper, and checking up on her father.
Sometimes, though, it means sneaking out of the palace at midnight and getting drunk with passing pirates.
[while this isn't a pairing fic as much as it's a Vivi-focused story, the romantic pairing is important enough to the story to finish on this side of the list]
poison and wine by Origamidragons (Nami/Vinsmoke Reiju)
Nami isn't expecting to run into Vinsmoke Reiju plotting a murder at the same high-society party where she's planning a heist, but, well. Two birds, one stone.
You, Drowning Between My Arms by ginger_snappin (Sanji/Usopp, M rating )
Again and again, Sanji is forced to relive the day after he rejected Usopp.
[God I fucking love "stuck in a time loop" fanfictions, especially if they have characters as well written as this one]
salvage by hongmunmu (background Sanji/Usopp)
Franky offered Usopp a place in his family. Leaving Water 7 on the Thousand Sunny, Usopp considers who he is, why he left, and why he's there now.
[fic focuses more on Franky and Usopp's student/mentor relationship than romance, but as before, it falls more on the pairing fic side of the spectrum]
free and alone, together bysrididdledeedee (Alvida/Boa Hancock)
In which Alvida arrives on Amazon Lily, and everything changes.
Easy as Anything, Simple as That by Trixree (Sanji/Luffy)
âLuffy? Whatâs the matter?â
âWeâre gonnaâ have a wedding,â he says incomprehensibly. Whichâno. Absolutely not. Havenât they had enough of weddings, lately? Nami's certainly had enough for a lifetime, thanks.
âWhat are you talking about? What wedding?â she demands as coherently as she can while running on only two-and-a-half hours of sleep.
âMine and Sanjiâs,â Luffy declares.
a glance that holds the world and all its seas by JacknessofHearts (Sanji/Usopp)
It's the big party after defeating Hody Jones. Usopp gets Sanji away from all the mermaids.
(Honestly, Sanji, these nosebleeds are disgusting.)
Inevitable by LibbyLune (Zoro/Sanji, M rating for violence)
A closer call than usual makes Sanji give a precipitously timed confession, and waiting for Chopper to let him out of the infirmary makes waiting for a response much worse than he could have anticipated.
To Argue and to Cherish by modeoheim (Zoro/Sanji)
On a small island, on a lovely night full of music and fun and food, Zoro and Sanji accidentally get married. It is as ridiculous as it soundsâor at least it is at first, until Zoro finds being married to Blackleg Sanji isn't as bad as one might assume.
Variations On A Theme by rainsometimes (Franky/Nico Robin)
Four short interconnected pieces in which Franky does not save Robin from drowning. Although heâd like to.
stolen things by Origamidragons (Nami/Vivi)
A catalogue of things stolen by, for, and from Princess Vivi of Alabasta with regards to a certain thief, as documented by her long-suffering captain of the guard.
But Patience Boasts by Augment (background Zoro/Luffy)
Sanji and Zoro have very different love languages.
NSFW/Just Porn:
Little Things by KuriKuri (Zoro/Law, NSFW)
âYeah, well,â Zoro says, âI thought youâd say no.â
âWhy would I say no?â Law asks, the corners of his lips tugging down in a frown.
âBecause youâre a control freak,â Zoro snorts, looking away from the sake bottle to meet Lawâs eyes instead. âI thought control freaks didnât drink.â
eager baby, blue by torkz (Nico Robin/Jinbei, NSFW)
Jimbei is training, and Robin is not immune to huge, handsome men in blue.
go back to sleep by itsmylifekay (Zoro/Sanji, NSFW)
His skin tingles with an unfamiliar sensation and he shifts, mind becoming more alert as he takes in his surroundings and the strange, lingering warmth on his arm. If he concentrates hard enough, he can feel the fading shape of long fingers pressed into his skin.
âGo back to sleep, stupid marimo,â he hears. Sanji is standing close by, pulling on the last of his clothes and straightening his tie. His voice is low in the softness of the early morning and Zoro grunts at the words.
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