Ony's Baby

welcome to the jungle

[jellywrites1218]

𝔍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖞´𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖎𝖗

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!

𝙷𝚒 𝚒´𝚖 𝚓𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢!!!

𝟸𝟶🙃

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!!!

𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛

𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!!

𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜!!!

𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗´𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢

𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎⇣𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝✍︎✄

𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎⇣𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖✎♥︎

[aizawash0e]

order up......... ۫ ꣑ৎ .🪽 ⊹ ࣪

Mrs. One of One

You are the definition of elegance and beauty, from the way your perform on stage and how help your students, You know practically all of the dance genres and how to teach them, it's just you prefer hip hop and ballet. Heart-shaped objects. Just because you are a lover girl doesn't mean you are taking shit from everybody, reader WILL put her foot down.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: loved to dance; this was your art form and your passion. To inspire other girls who looked like you to see that they could do it too. No matter the skin color, hair texture, or anything else, if they loved it and believed in themselves, put in the work, they could do anything they put their minds to.

.⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who grew up with 2 older sisters, who you stole everything from, and still to this day you have some souvenirs of some things you called "borrowed items," but you never gave em back. Your sister Tina's bracelet you rarely ever took off, and a couple other items that have become your everyday wear.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Almost every time Smoke gets home early from the auto shop,a nice foot rub, warm shower, or bath is waiting just for you. His heavy hands feel like heaven to your feet, sometimes causing you to let out moans of relief.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who has had some happy moments, getting married to Smoke was truly a dream; that man treats you like a queen, whether it's kicking and massaging your feet or making sure you are taking care of yourself with daily calls at work while he is on break. He always wants to make sure his woman is taken care of.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who was quite literally the happiest woman on earth when she found out she was having a baby, and was immedatley put on bed rest, you didn't lift a finger while you were pregnant with Harmony, Smoke would scold you and snitch to your sister and parents if he saw you lifting anything to heavy, so whenever your family would come over they would get on your case.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who always made sure her nails and toes were done, whether you did them yourself or you went to the salon, it was just something that became routine to you and something you loved to do.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was always humming to some sort of song, whether it was the one you were teaching the dance to or one that had been in rotation; you felt as if there was a song for every situation, so either you were humming a song or music would be playing in the house. Either way, a melody would be heard!

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who only has to hear one ring off the phone from Smoke before hearing his voice, greeted with the sound of drilling in the background and his southern accent like music to your ears with a nice "Hi Baby, how's my girl doing?"

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: When you were able to leave early from work, you loved doing visits and bringing food to his work, whether it was from his favorite takeout spot like Lola's Fish Fry, where he would tear up the dinner platter that lay 2 fried fish sandwiches, french fries, and coleslaw, with a cold iced tea.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who wanted Harmony to find her own passion and almost cried to Smoke when you took Harmony to see The Nutcracker around Christmas time in New York and Harmony was in awe, once you two left to head to the parking lot hand in hand. Harmony's eyes were practically glowing as her tiny hand wrapped tightly around yours as she skipped across the parking lot, she kept her coat unbuttons to show off her pretty velevet dress she insisted on wearing to the theater.

"Mommy ! Mommy, did you see her?" she exclaimed, looking at you with wide brown eyes. "The sugar fairy?! She went weeee like this!"

Harmony attempted a wild, heavy spin, as she tried to replicate the moves she saw the ballerinas do, almost tripping over her own shiny leather shoes that Smoke had polished before you two left. You caught her elbows, giggling a bit and making sure she was standing straight. Harmony couldn't stop talking about how pretty the outfits were and the spins.

"Good job, sweetheart, and yes, honey, I saw!" your heart was damn near melting, you had seen The Nutcrakcer at least fifty times and you had been in it yourself, but watching it with your five year old changed your whole perspective and made you admire it even more. "She had beautiful pirouettes, didn't she?"

"Can you do it, do it like her?" Harmony stopped dead in her tracks almost challenging to see if you could do it. Her hands on her hips and expression almost like a coach.

Your eyebrows furrow "Hun, right now ? In the parking lot?" I teased looking around at the row of cars making sure no cars were moving, but all that laid on the cars were the light dusting of snow under the street lights.

"Prettyyyy pleaseeee, Mommy, I wanna see you do it!" Harmony pleaded with her puppy eyes, how could you say no to the precious face that was a mix of your and Smoke's?

You step away from the car, making sure it's a clear and safe spot and you pulled your core in and set both of your feet in a clean fourth position, even as you wore boots with a slight heel to them. The muscle memory of dancing.

"Ok Harm, watch closely," you said, ssmiling down at her "the spotting is key,"

You prepped and pushed off your back leg, and snapped right into a clean and controlled triple pirouette,

Harmony gasped as she jumped, all giddy with the brightest smile. "Wow, that was so cool, I wanna do what you do! You were so pretty and spun so fast and so many times!" She clapped her mitten covered hands together and threw her arms around your legs, burying her face in your coat. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Mommy !"

You smiled and picked her up got in the car and returned to the hotel, Smoke stretched out on the couch, one arm behind his head, remote in the other hand as his feet are kicked out on the ottoman. flipping through the channels as he saw his two girls burst in with giggles, he immediately smiled saying "Ahh, there are my favorite girls!" Getting up from the couch, greeting you with a soft tender kiss on your lips and turning to Harmony scooping her up, swinging her around, and kissing her cheeks. "How was the show, you two?"

Before you could even let a breath out, Harmony squealed and her voice erupted with excitment "Daddy! Daddy , it was amazing!" As Smoke carried Harmony to the couch and placed her on his lap, "T-there was a giant mouse king and a tree that grew super big, like ot the sky, and there was also a sugar plum fairy! Momma is just like the sugar plum fairy!" Smoke's smile grew as he heard his babygirl recount the events.

"Is that so?" Smoke asked amused as could be.

"Mhmm and mommy said it's called a pirate the spin the fairy did!"

You chuckle lightly as you shook your head, making sure she gets the word and pronunciation right, "No, Harmony, it's called a pirouette"

Harmony looked at you and whispered the word a few times to herself until it stuck. "Right, um the fairy did a pi-pirouette!" she continued "And I'm gonna learn how to do a spin like she did tomorrow, right, mommy?

You nod at her excited facial expression, "I can teach you whatever you wanna know." Smoke looked at both of you "Well iI'm glad my girls had a good time.

Smoke put Harmony to bed until she fell asleep, all she talked about was the costumes, the music, the sparkles, and the ballet. As you began to undress and tears filled your eyes, Smoke's expression immediately changed. "Baby, what's wrong?" he moved closer to you.

You sniffle, "It's just she, she said she wanted to be like me, and she wanted to dance and I just" you sniffle "She was so happy,"

Smoke smiled as he held you closer while you two laid in bed "Well i'm glad to see my girls having a fun night, and of course Harmony wants to be like you, Mrs. Moore. You are incredible."

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: ⋆.𐙚 ̊: love, love, love, dressing your daughter Harmony up when she wants to play dress up, and she always requests to show Smoke so you both strut like models and show Smoke the new clothes you brought that day, or outfits you two put together.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was a complete menace when together with Star, Smoke and Stack’s little sister, anytime it came to a family function, you two were paired at the hip, catching up on things you might of missed and always laughing up a storm, you two were hell raises when it came to pushing the Moore Brothers buttons, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ You love your flowly items, as you are always wearing something tight for work, as you are in ballet, the corsets, the stockings, the shoes. When you get home, sometimes you just can't wait to crawl into Smoke's t-shirt or your own comfy pajamas and cuddle with your family.

⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader ̊: BIGGGGGGGGGG praise kink, just a little praise from Smoke has you melting onto the floor, because you knew him, and he never said anything lightly, yes he made a couple of jokes, but when he was giving somebody props he means it so when you were done with your performance and he held pretty pink and white lilies and roses as he kissed your forehead and not caring at the other girls watching as he caress your cheek and kisses you deeply groaning a little bit as you almost shy away but he pulls you by the waist looking at you "You were extraordinary baby, just perfect". (Trust and believe that man showed you a time afterwards; this is why it is important to stretch, for your profession and just a little bit for your man)

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˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— mika’s notes: had to post this before i got out soon to meet my brothers little boo thang for a family dinner! i hope y’all enjoy this is reader x smoke for “Mr.Get It Done” x “Mrs. One of One”

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[jellywrites1218]

is this play about me??? this is literally my dream

[jellywrites1218]

lately i’ve been feeling like i suck as a writer and almost deleted my blog the other day

like omg this was fun and my brain is ruining it like literally always

[aizawash0e]

order up........ ⭑.ᐟ

Mr. Get It Done

Smoke has no problem getting things done.

Mechanic!Smoke: Stands around 6’3, Southern specifically born and raised in Mississippi. Rarely ever been up North, got an offer to work for a company up there but decided not to leave home, his roots where there in the Mississippi dirt and he wasn’t gonna leave that. Him and his twin brother of course as thick as thieves. Their bond was inseparable. Stack and Smoke also always looked after their little sister Estelle, who they often called Star.

Mechanic!Smoke: Smoke was always a man of business and money, loved himself some R&B, specifically 90's and early 2000s R&B, as it's always blasting in the speakers of the auto shop all day.

That man is built ASF. I'm talking: lifting your body weight is his minimum lift; that shit is his warm-up. For him, growing up on a farm with his family, he was technically always working out. All that running back and forth with pails of milk his granddaddy had him and Stack doing was a damn workout in that heat, and the older he got, the more tasks and the heavier the load. Lifting the hay, carrying things. Working with cars since he was a teen was just training for him. He had been built!

Mechanic!Smoke: is romantic asf, tends to smell like oil, and will take a serious shower to make sure he smells good for his lady, for whatever date or occasion he has planned for you.

He loves working with his hands; the fact that he could break something down and build it back up again (including you) he held much pride in his hands, and his handiwork. The proof was always in the pudding; he never had a customer complain, never had the same customer come back twice with the same situation. He always made sure his work was done well, no bullshit. He believed if people were paying, they should get their money's worth.

When it came to you and Harmony, his life was never the same. Your daughter Harmony became a new pulse for Smoke. When he got to hold his little girl for the first time, tears filled his eyes with a smile, and in his eyes held a promise to never fail his daughter, that she would have the best possible life he could give her.

Smoke and Harmony were two peas in a pod, she would beg and he would hold strong, until she started the puppy eyes, it started to crush him and he would eventually with very much consideration cave.

He quite literally owes Stack because if it weren't for that day Stack brought you to the auto shop, who knew if you and Smoke would have ever met? And share the life you two do now. He was always grateful for the day he met you and the day your car decided to stop working. (Plus, Stack wouldn't shut up at Reader and Smoke's wedding, taking pride in his work and telling everyone that "if it weren't for me, they wouldn't be together, y'all know that, right?" as he drank a bit of whiskey in his glass and his arm around his cousin's shoulder "Like i brought her to the shop y'all know that right? And I was there and BOOM! I shot the arrow and look at them today, married!" Stack's wife giggled at his antics, but told him to calm down just a bit, as this is the moment of the married couple, not Mr. Cupid.

Mechanic!Smoke: Before the ring was even placed on your finger, he was calling you "My Wife" and telling everyone, "Mhm, my wife told me about that". He loved the way it sounded and rolled off the tongue, and loved hearing you say "Mr. Moore" or "My Husband" even more. Just you breathing in his direction was enough for him.

That man was and forever will be whipped for you.

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[jellywrites1218]

i have a confession: i love boss baby i could watch that movie every day

the idea of babies running an entire corporation dedicated to being the cutest things ever is so freaking adorable and hilarious and absurd and also just fucking genius if i could work for baby corp. i so would.

thank you for listening.

[ether3alglory]

Hiii um i actually do need recs but preferably POC blogs?

I'm about to go OFFFFFFFF!!!! Watch me recommend my whole following list.

@mtcloudsworld, everytime I read her work I'm left raw and ready for more she is the definition of binge-readable

@jellywrites1218, Jelly is just delicious, I love her sb omg, her work leaves you feeling content and fulfilled while also wanting to raid her masterlist.

@aizawash0e, authentic and beautiful writing, she is just top tier, and the way she perfectly characterizes who she writes for is just chefs kiss.

@krys4h, raw and STRAIGHT EVIL I SWEAR, DO NOT AND I MEAN DO NOT READ HER WORK UNLESS YOU ARE READY TO BE BAWLING AHHHH. Her work is so beautiful and poetic but she is out here tryna kill people I swear. But she does have some easygoing smutty works, I love her.

@pinkmirth, beautiful, when I finish reading her work, I'm just like, wow. I have to give a moment of respect once I finish, she's just divine.

@shawtuzi, she just posted a Geto fic that I am overly reading to read as my bedtime story. She is easily an amazing writer and her work is so distinctive and immersive.

@jazzthatonewriterchick, easily one of the top anime writers on this entire app. Jazz's writing is just so easy and beautiful(if that makes sense), it's also so sexy like *insert picture of Bey biting her lip

@dilfstarr, I honestly don't know what voodoo coochie magic is put into her work but GAWD her work is stunning. I can actually imagine myself in her work, I feel like I'm in the room where it happened.

Last but most certainly not least

@wiinterz, want lesbian erotic that leaves you clawing at your screen? Tay is your girl for sure. She writes for a variety of characters but I love the way she writes, Shoko, Diana, and Parker. Tay knows how to get a crowd wet and ready.

This is not all and I can really just recommend my whole following list but😭 here are some of my favs rn!

[jellywrites1218]

why thank you heavenly🤭🤭🤭

[torvada]

How it feels to read fanfics from fandoms that you’re not apart of

[jellywrites1218]

just reading for the good stories fr😭😭😭

[ether3alglory]

˚⋆ Meet Whimsical!Reader & Corporate Lawyer! Hiromi˚⋆

Summary- How the inseparable couple met and fell in love.

A/n: Came up with this with my baby, @jellywrites1218! Her whimsy! reader and mine are sisters, twins even. No this hasn't been in my drafts for weeks…Anyways enjoy!

Taglist: @corsetdevious, @aizawash0e , @williamssbabydoll, @sexychickenmagnet, to join taglist fill out this form or comment under this post.

CW- None, fluff, romance, strangers-to-lovers, kissing, etc.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi who originally didn't like you. Too loud, too hyper, too much. After his long grueling hours, he just wanted to drink his tea and relax in his favorite cafe but you were always there, talking for hours on end with everyone you could.

Whimsical! Reader who took a liking to Hiromi and saw him as a challenge. If you could get the exhausted lawyer to listen to you then you were certain you could talk to agents about promoting your comic book.

“Hi,” you said to him one day. His slow eyes dragged up to you, face blank and full of exhaustion.

“Hello,” he replied, vaguely.

“You look tired.”

“I am,” He bluntly stated.

“Can I cheer you up?” You asked excitedly, and before he could reply, you sat down with me.

“Yeah sure,” he sarcastically mumbled under his breath.

You talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. Somehow in just thirty minutes you had switched topics four times.

It was quite…what was the word?

Endearing. It was adorable, you could go on and on, excited about each topic. How cute. He cracked a smile a few times when you'd stumble over your words and have to catch your breath.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi who left the cafe thinking of you. Your excitement, giggles, and huffs, you. Maybe you weren't as bad as he thought.

Whimsical! Reader who visited him every day after that. Same table, same time, and over ten different topics. He didn't have to talk much, you did it all for him. A few nods and ‘mhms’ did the trick. He liked listening to you for hours on end, you were the talk to his walk. And that's how both of you liked it.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi & Whimsical! Reader, who were walking back home one evening, hands intertwined under the moonlight. Your steps paused as you reached your apartment complex, and you turned to him.

“Thank you, Hig. I had a really good night.” You smiled, he smiled.

You were about to turn away before he gently tugged you back.

A soft kiss.

His warm lips pressed against yours. Cold yet comforting, his skin grazed over yours and the tip of his tongue brushed your inner lip.

You both pulled back. Silence.

“…That was nice.” You broke the awkward silence.

“Oh, well I'm happy about that. Have a good night, I love you.”

It was a slip, very uncalled for. He wasn't lying, he did love you. It was the warmest feeling he had ever felt—love, it was so warm and precious.

You blinked. He loved you? You couldn't help but crack a flustered smile.

“I love you too.” The words came out so quiet, soft, and nervous.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi who left that night happy that he gave the hyper and excited whimsical comic artist a chance.

And Whimsical! Reader who went to sleep that night happy she opened up to the grumpy lawyer.

Corporate lawyer! Hiromi & Whimsical! Reader who were more than ready for each other and their journey.

[jellywrites1218]

AHHHHHHH I LOVE

hey i need to write another part to my whimsical! reader series PRONTO you’ve inspired me heavenly🥹

[otakufilms]

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Hey, guys. I’m so sorry to come on here and ask for this kind of help—but things are really gett… Aliyah Kemp needs your support for Help Me

hey, babies. i’m so sorry to come on here and ask for this kind of help—but things are really getting serious for me, and i’m scared what’s going to happen in the next couple of weeks. as y’all know i was recently fired from my job about two weeks ago due to discrimination, and have been scrambling to find another job with no luck. i still have to pay my other half of rent before the end of this month, my light bill, + there’s still upcoming rent for August. i just moved into my apartment in April and never expected this to happen, and i’m so scared to already lose a place i fought tooth and nail to get in the first place. i just need a little extra help until i find another job (which i’m working my ass off to get as soon as possible.) anything is appreciated. PLEASE REPOST ! BOOST !

[nieceeee]

WARNING! This is about the trio but this is a MMMF relationship, MDNI, smut, Ony on Connie vibes, BE WARNED! My final time saying it, there is male interaction in this. Thank you. Enjoy

“Ony, Ony please. I’m sorry.”

You hear it from outside of the door. Your eyes widen as you turn to look at Eren. It was bound to happen. Connie was the playful one of the bunch. Always cracking jokes and speaking out of turn. Touching things he shouldn’t just to get a rise out of whoever was his current victim. It was only a matter of time until he took it too far. And today was that day. A smack cracks in the air and you head Connie’s groans underneath the door. “What the fuck did I tell you? Huh?” Ony’s growl follows another smack.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Please.” Connie whimpers. You knew the predicament he was in all too well. Having been on the receiving end of that same punishment more times than you would care to admit. “You so fucking hardheaded Con, damn.” Ony says in frustration. This smack was louder than the other two. Connie’s cries fill the air follows by a moan. “I won’t do it again, I swear.” He cries. “No you not. You knew better didn’t you. But you did that shit anyway.” Ony is breathless and you could only imagine the predicament that Connie had gotten himself in.

On the other side of the door, Ony’s hand grips Connie’s side as the other one presses him deeper into the mattress. “See what you get for being hard headed.” He grunts. His dick slides deeper into Connie’s ass. “Fuck, bruh. I’m sorry.” Ony’s growl follows fucks him rough, raising up to land another hard smack on his ass. The round muscle bright red from constant torture. “That ain’t my fucking name. Say that shit right.”

Connie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his ears burning as a broken daddy falls from his lips. You slap both hands over your mouth to cover your gasps. Your eyes find Eren’s, his face beet red and cheeks flushed. “If you by that door, you next.” You both hear Ony from underneath the doorframe. You and Eren bolt down the hall and towards the living room.

Hours later, you tiptoe back up the steps. Eren carries a tray of food and you water and blankets pee Ony’s text request. When you turn the knob you see them. Ony, shirtless scrolling on his phone, and Connie resting peacefully in his arms. You heart and pussy flutter at the same time as you walk in. You sit the water down and climb in the bed on the other side of Ony. Eren stands at the foot, leg shaking nervously. You knew he wouldn’t ask so you hold you arm out and gesture him forward. Ony spread his arm out for you both to lay on it.

You scoot in close and Eren comes right behind you. Ony’s hand finds the back of his head and scratches into his scalp gently, loosening his ponytail. “Fuck.” Eren groans softly cuddling up behind you, his dick semi hard and he cuddles you tightly. You breathe in Ony’s scent. You love it when he is freshly fucked because his natural musk is so much stronger. The fragrance of him and Connie dance around your sense and makes you push further into him. Ony lets out a silent chuckle, kissing your head softly. “Tomorrow.” He speaks softly.

“Connie needs to recover.”

This was my first time writing something like this 😭 but I hope yall like it!

[jellywrites1218]

reader and eren listening to connie get insane backshots

[jellywrites1218]

Whimsical! Black! Reader X Salaryman! Nanami Kento

Whimsical! Reader who went to her favorite bakery every Saturday morning. Enjoying her favorite blueberry muffin and hibiscus tea, from the bakery that's almost an hour from her home.

Whimsical! Reader who was following her usual routine, sitting in the back corner of the bakery, not in a seat, no that would never do. Sat on the floor, shoes off, round nose buried in a book when Salaryman! Nanami walks in. the chime of the little bell above the door giving away his presence.

Salaryman! Nanami who pauses when he sees her. He had stopped by on a whim wanting to try something new before his shift. A woman sat on the floor barefooted and peacefully reading a book never even looking up for a second. She was wearing so much jewelry, mostly beaded and sliver even her locs were sprinkled with sparkling beads and cuffs. Her makeup was unique different swirls and glittery lines framing her eyes. He had never seen anything like it.

Salaryman! Nanami who has lived in the city his whole life. Never needed to explore for his life was planned out for him. His parent pushing education for his present life in his well paying but deathly boring job. Seeing Whimsical! Reader sparks an almost childlike wonder in him.

Salaryman! Nanami who suddenly remembers where he is and walks up to the counter to order.

Whimsical! Reader whose attention is caught by the monotone tenor of a voice breaking the otherwise silent business. Her eyes landing on Salaryman! Nanami, tall, blond and handsome. But he's tense in his shoulders and his eyes are tired. His suit is stiff, as if freshly ironed. She stares a little longer than necessary before her eyes focus back on the pages in front of her.

Salaryman! Nanami who orders a croissant and a coffee. He looks around the establishment for a place to sit while he waits and his eyes land on her again.

Salaryman! Nanami who builds the courage to walk up to Whimsical! Reader and ask "May I sit with you, Ma'am?"

Whimsical! Reader who smiles and nods, moving a few things aside for him. She watches him sit. "You're not worried about dirtying your suit, Mister?" She questions. Salaryman! Nanami looks down at himself as if suddenly remembering his attire. "Well, to be frank... I care more about getting to know you," He replies his smile soft and genuine even behind the bone deep exhaustion she feels from him.

Whimsical! Reader who smiles back, setting her book aside. Her interest was peaked and she was more than willing to get to know this stranger.

an. hey... do you guys fw this or...🌚 don't worry there will be more! this was written in a moment of passion shared with my babygirl heavenly. anywho yes I'm making a few parts and then there will be a fic! I think I got my motivation back gosh I always yap so much in these bye y'all

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Untilted Headcanon(Mature content)

Art from pintrest, creds to original artist!

Heian Era!Sukuna who calls you his whore, his little whore, his good whore, his pretty whore—his whore but no one and I mean no one is allowed to call you a whore.

“C’mere my little whore.”

“Be a good whore and let me hear what I make you feel.”

“You are my pretty whore, nobody else. If a man ever touches you, I will tear him apart limb by limb.”

You were his whore, only his. It was his way of being loving, well at least that's what you assumed. It was his pet name for you, nobody else could call you that and get away with it.

“The king of curses and his…whore, hm, welcome to my humble abode.” He was welcomed in by a fellow king.

“Hm,” he grunted, “you will not refer to her as a whore, she is my whore, you will call her {#} or a concubine, understood?”

The man summited with a rushed nod—thank god. He would've been an idiot not to and you had seen enough bloodshed for the week.

You worked in the kitchen with some of the staff of the castle to stay occupied while Sukuna discussed with the king.

Shifting and frantically moving through the crowed kitchen, panting and tired then—BAM!

You bumped hard into of the maids' knocking you both to the ground. You groaned at the sudden impact and began to push yourself off the ground.

“Watch yourself next time, monster's whore,” The maids words were spat with venom.

It wasn't the first or last time you’d be shamed for being his concubine. Sukuna had a thing for giving himself a bad reputation with people, she must've been one of them. It wasn't anything you couldn't get over; you’d heard worse before.

“Little whore,” his binding voice stopped your rush steps.

“Yes, Your Grace?” You didn't turn to him. Did you want to piss him off? He drove towards you large body behind you within seconds.

A suffocating big hand tightened around your forearm yanking you around to face him.

“What is your problem?” He leaned his face down to yours, speaking through his teeth and warm breath hitting your cheek.

“I'm fine Your Grace.” Lies. Coming straight through your lips, his little whore lying.

“Do not lie to me. I am going to ask again. What. Is. Your. Problem?” His annoyance was practically vibrating off of him—grip tightening, breathing heavier, and eyes tense.

“There was a maid…she called me monsters whore.” You reluctantly admitted.

His grip lessened and he slowly stood straight, eyes trailing over the room.

“Which one?” He was up to no good. You knew it and he knew it.

You pointed to the woman. His eyes darted to her, his pupils dilated then eased as if he was locking the image of her face in, then he sent you up to the chambers.

You watched the woman be dragged out of the castle begging and screaming to be saved from whatever punishment Sukuna made for him. He was ruthless and a part of you, a sick and twisted part of you loved it.

˚⋆

Moonlight falls over the land, a cool breeze flowing through the window. The humidity grew between your heated sweat-soak bodies, the soft breeze floating through the pornographic scene.

Two hands on your thighs and two gripping your hips, one thick shaft in your sleek cunt and the other engulfed by your tight asshole. Your legs were spread out on each side of him, straddling him as you kept a frenzied pace, cruising your hips back and forth on his heavy length.

You held back your desperate cries and dragged your nails down his biceps, fighting and struggling to keep yourself together.

Under you, Sukuna helped you keep a smooth and steady pace, heavy hands guiding each roll of your hips.

And with pants and heavy breaths, he mumbled, “My whore, mine, only mine, my pretty fucking whore, mine, mine, mine, my little whore.” Each word made him stiffen and slam his heavy hips into you, shoving his vein-covered cock past its limits in your tight silky walls.

Your smooth lubrication painted his cock, juices riding down onto the bed that was squealing in protest. He hauled through you, claiming your sore pussy and body.

He dragged a slow hand down your sweating chest between your breasts and stared up at you wrecked and submitted because of him.

“My pretty little whore.”

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bookstore date with blerd!ony..📚👓

plus size, nerdy, black fem!reader, public activities/exhibitionism, reader wears a plug, oral + car sex, fingering, anal, other themes

word count: 3.4K

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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.

“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”

“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”

you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.

“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”

the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”

complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.

“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.

“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…

“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”

honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.

Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.

“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”

It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.

“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.

For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.

“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“

Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.

“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”

“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.

“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”

And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.

“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”

“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”

And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..

“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“

Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.

“Oh shit…

Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.

“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”

Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.

“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”

Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.

“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”

He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.

“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…

“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…

“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”

Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.

However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.

“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”

“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”

Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.

“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.

“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.

(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.

“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”

Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.

“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”

His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.

“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”

Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.

“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”

“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”

which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.

As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..

“Kiss me..”

Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”

“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.

“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”

Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.

“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”

Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.

“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”

Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.

“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”

“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”

And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.

“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”

This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!

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Plagiarism vs. Inspiration for Dummies

​With story theft running rampant, people constantly misidentify what "inspiration" actually means. I'm going to explain the definitive line between building on an idea and stealing someone’s work.

​1. The Difference

Inspiration: ​You read a story, and a specific concept, dynamic, or emotional description resonates with you, sparking an entirely new, original idea. You take that spark and write it using your own voice, your own structural layout, unique dialogue, and your own world-building.

​Plagiarism: ​You took the author’s blueprint. Changing a few adjectives, swapping character names, or using a thesaurus to copy the same sentence structure is theft. It does not matter if you physically typed the words yourself; if you stole the exact paragraph flow, lines of dialogue, scene-by-scene progression, and specific narrative, it is plagiarism

​2. Textual Examples: Seeing the Difference

​Example A: The Physical Discomfort / Closet Setup

​The Original Work by @2neaky:

​The Plagiarized Version by @getmoneygirl:

Why this is theft: The author did zero original structural thinking. Even though they converted the perspective to second person ("you") and changed the underlying cause from a food allergy to ovulation, they stole the exact flow of the scene. They followed the identical sequence of physical moments: standing at the mirror, pulling up a top, analyzing a slight swell over the waistband of sweatpants, prodding the skin, experiencing an unexpected sharp ache low in the stomach, and combining a teeth-sucking sound with the exact dialogue "Are you fucking serious?" They even wrapped the sequence up with the exact same comfort element—the realization that they are wearing their boyfriend's oversized clothing. This is lifting a writer's unique pacing and creative choices, then just rephrasing the sentences to hide it.

​The Inspired Version (genuine creative transition):

The mirror was a harsh critic, but the tight, heavy pressure building in her lower abdomen was worse. She adjusted the waistband of her track pants, sighing at how unforgiving the fabric felt against her bloated skin today. It was a dull, heavy ache that made even standing up straight feel like an effort. Sucking in a breath, she leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink and closed her eyes, waiting for the sudden cramp to subside. "Not today," she muttered into the empty space. She did a series of deep breaths before giving up on the reflection entirely, she grabbed the nearest oversized shirt from the laundry basket—his, of course, smelling faintly of cinnamon—and drowned herself in the fabric, desperately seeking the extra room and comfort.

​Alternative Inspired Version (even more distinct):

The apartment was dark when he arrived, save for the faint glow of the television. You were curled on the sofa, staring blankly at a sitcom, completely drained. Hormonal shifts always hit you hard, turning minor inconveniences into insurmountable walls. He didn't ask questions. He ran a hot bath, dumping in the lavender salts you kept in the cabinet, and left a mug of chamomile tea on the counter. When you finally climbed into the tub, he sat on the bathmat beside you, quietly recounting a stupid story from his workday just to give you something to focus on.

Why this is inspiration: It takes a similar core concept—a character dealing with sudden bloating/discomfort in front of a mirror and finding comfort in a partner's clothing—but the execution is entirely unique. The physical reactions are different, the dialogue is completely distinct, and the atmospheric flow belongs entirely to a new writer rather than copying another author's story.

​Example B: The Studio / Creative Frustration Setup

​The Original Work by @aizawash0e:

​The Plagiarized Version (Structural Theft & Setting Copier):

The track had been looping in your headphones for hours. It was the usual routine, you trapped in the vocal booth, the headset pressed to your ears, standing right before the microphone. The music stand held your printed lyrics, though you didn't actually need them. You knew every word by heart, but the vibe wasn't hitting right. Maybe staring at the physical pages would help you see what the issue was. You couldn't figure out if it was your delivery, the track, or the words, but something waswrong. On the other side of the double-paned glass was the high-end control room, with its expensive leather chairs, state-of-the-art gear, and walls covered in your plaques and favorite singers' albums. Sitting across the glass were your manager, Maya, your assistant and best friend, Chloe, and right in the center, sitting directly at the mixing board was Jordan, your producer and boyfriend.

Why this is theft: Once again, this is a complete narration lift. The plagiarist changed a few vocabulary words and swapped the character names, but they stole the exact pacing, the specific internal conflict, and the layout of the room. They copied the exact progression: blocking out hours in the booth, staring at a lyric sheet the character already knows by heart to diagnose a vague creative block, describing the expensive control room through the glass, listing the plaques on the wall, and naming the exact same three-person lineup in the exact same seating order (Manager->Assistant/Friend ->Producer/Boyfriend at the center of the board).

​The Inspired Version:

The vocal booth always felt a little claustrophobic after midnight, the heavy foam walls swallowing up every breath. She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the pop filter, letting the instrumental track bleed through her open-back headphones for the twentieth time. The song was technically perfect, but the emotional delivery was dead on arrival. Across the studio floor, the glass partition reflected the green and red glow of the soundboard. Her producer—who also happened to be the guy she went home to every night—was slumped in his chair, rubbing his eyes while their small puppy dozed off on his lap. She didn't need to look at a lyric sheet to know they were losing the magic; she just needed him to cut the playback so they could figure it out.

Why this is inspiration: It takes the exact same premise—a singer experiencing a creative block inside a recording booth while her producer/boyfriend watches from the control room—but it builds an entirely fresh scene. The atmosphere is different, the character's physical reaction to the frustration is unique, the room layout isn't copied bead-for-bead, and it relies on completely original imagery instead of piggybacking off another writer's structural draft.

​Example C: The Direct Copy-Paste

The Original Work by @liliacsdelight:

The Plagerized Fic by @lovedcow:

Why this is theft: ​The wording is identical, copy-and-pasting has been done, and the entire story follows the original's structure, dialogue, and pacing.

The Inspired Version: You didn't know what to do after last night. The timeline in your head kept looping back to the exact moment the screen shifted on FaceTime. He had been screensharing something stupid, a corny video about JJK fans, when his thumb swiped too far left and cracked open his camera roll, and you saw it. The apology after had been clumsy, automated. "Oh, um... sorry. Just forget you saw that." ​You had forced your face to stay flat, keeping the conversation running on autopilot until the random facts about whales became too awkward breathe through. "Who are you even sending nudes to?" you’d asked, trying for a detached, casual tone. ​He’d shifted on his end of the screen, the sudden flare of embarrassment turning the tips of his ears dark. "Nobody," he muttered. ​You let out a dry, sarcastic hum. "Riiiight." ​Then he’d leaned into the camera, a sudden, nervous joke cutting through the static. "Why? You want some?" ​The air had left your lungs instantly. Your throat felt coated in sand, a sudden, choking heat climbing up your neck. You mumbled some half-baked excuse about needing to throw laundry in or check the door, snapping the call shut before he could see the panic in your eyes. ​And now, twenty-four hours later, your brain was stuck in a loop.

​3. Why Giving Credit Matters

​People love to argue, "No one owns a trope! Ideas aren't unique!"

​True, no one owns the producer trope or the comfort trope. But if you read a specific author's work, and their specific execution of a trope gave you the idea to write your own version, give them credit. A simple "Inspired by @[Author Name]'s incredible story" costs you nothing. It shows humility, respects the community, and acknowledges that another creator's brain sparked your own creativity.

​Feigning ignorance and pretending you came up with a hyper-specific concept entirely in a vacuum after just interacting with their post is transparent and disrespectful.

​4. The Parasitic Nature of Theft and AI

​When you copy an author's story, run someone's work through an AI generator, or use AI to write your fanfiction, you are announcing that you are lazy and talentless.

​Writing is a muscle. The more you struggle through the awkward drafts, look for the right words, and build your own worlds, the more your mind expands and your skills improve. If you slack off and steal, you will never grow. You will remain a scummy, fake-writer.

​If you want to get better:

Read actual literature: Stop consuming exclusively internet erotica. Read published books, analyze their prose, and study how professional authors pace a scene.

Do your research: Learn about the subjects you write about.

Seek feedback: Reach out to authors you admire and ask for constructive criticism (I still do this even though my writing has improved drastically).

​5. How to Handle Story Theft

​To the authors and readers who care about this community; telling thieves to stop won't magically fix their morals. We have to look out for one another—especially keeping an eye on popular accounts or new creators who quietly lift concepts, plot structures, and entire stories from other writers.

​If you find your work has been plagiarized:

Gather Proof: Take screenshots immediately. Document the timestamps, the exact paragraphs, lines, and the formatting matches.

Decide Your Approach: You can handle it privately if you think it's a new writer who genuinely doesn't understand anything. Or, if they are malicious and you just want to, you can put them on blast publicly. Expose them and spread awareness outside of your immediate circle.

​Do not let people tell you that you're overreacting/reaching. Your words and your creative work belong to you. Protect your work, credit your inspirations, and stop letting people treat your labor as a free resource.

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All examples written by me!!

All works ©. Do not modify, plagiarize, or repost my work.

[jellywrites1218]

Whimsical! Black! Reader X Salaryman! Nanami Kento

Whimsical! Reader who went to her favorite bakery every Saturday morning. Enjoying her favorite blueberry muffin and hibiscus tea, from the bakery that's almost an hour from her home.

Whimsical! Reader who was following her usual routine, sitting in the back corner of the bakery, not in a seat, no that would never do. Sat on the floor, shoes off, round nose buried in a book when Salaryman! Nanami walks in. the chime of the little bell above the door giving away his presence.

Salaryman! Nanami who pauses when he sees her. He had stopped by on a whim wanting to try something new before his shift. A woman sat on the floor barefooted and peacefully reading a book never even looking up for a second. She was wearing so much jewelry, mostly beaded and sliver even her locs were sprinkled with sparkling beads and cuffs. Her makeup was unique different swirls and glittery lines framing her eyes. He had never seen anything like it.

Salaryman! Nanami who has lived in the city his whole life. Never needed to explore for his life was planned out for him. His parent pushing education for his present life in his well paying but deathly boring job. Seeing Whimsical! Reader sparks an almost childlike wonder in him.

Salaryman! Nanami who suddenly remembers where he is and walks up to the counter to order.

Whimsical! Reader whose attention is caught by the monotone tenor of a voice breaking the otherwise silent business. Her eyes landing on Salaryman! Nanami, tall, blond and handsome. But he's tense in his shoulders and his eyes are tired. His suit is stiff, as if freshly ironed. She stares a little longer than necessary before her eyes focus back on the pages in front of her.

Salaryman! Nanami who orders a croissant and a coffee. He looks around the establishment for a place to sit while he waits and his eyes land on her again.

Salaryman! Nanami who builds the courage to walk up to Whimsical! Reader and ask "May I sit with you, Ma'am?"

Whimsical! Reader who smiles and nods, moving a few things aside for him. She watches him sit. "You're not worried about dirtying your suit, Mister?" She questions. Salaryman! Nanami looks down at himself as if suddenly remembering his attire. "Well, to be frank... I care more about getting to know you," He replies his smile soft and genuine even behind the bone deep exhaustion she feels from him.

Whimsical! Reader who smiles back, setting her book aside. Her interest was peaked and she was more than willing to get to know this stranger.

an. hey... do you guys fw this or...🌚 don't worry there will be more! this was written in a moment of passion shared with my babygirl heavenly. anywho yes I'm making a few parts and then there will be a fic! I think I got my motivation back gosh I always yap so much in these bye y'all

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this is my original works do NOT copy or feed into ai!

[pimpcessing]

stealing my work and just changing the characters is crazy work... 😭 you bitches are birds

[aizawash0e]

did I NOT just reply to a post about this? STOP STEALING OTHERS’ WORKS!! YOU ARE WEIRD. I DON’T CARE!! CREATORS PUT SO MUCH LOVE AND WORK INTO THEIR WRITING, AND FOR YOU TO STEAL IT IS DISRESPECTFUL ASFFF AND WEIRDDDDDD!!!

and i know a lot of ppl don’t are lacking common sense but you can be inspired by someone’s work and not steal it ! and sometimes ppl don’t know how to do that without going word for word but believe me it is possible!!!