[REQUESTS CLOSED] block tales reader drabbles and hcs

by pearlescentparade

Summary:

cross-posted on my tumblr by the same user!

a collection of short writings about block tales characters being sooo in love wit u and being ur friend shoutout roblox yumes

requests are closed

Chapter 1: [CLOSED] rules & requests

Notes:

requests are shared across all my roblox x reader works, so you're gonna see forsaken and phighting requests here too!

hello!!! on this page, you will find my do's and don'ts and the request queue so you can know what i'm currently working on, requests i've accepted and where yours is on the queue!

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✅what i will write!❇️

fluff, angst, nsfw

multiple characters x reader

headcannons and drabbles

platonic requests

continuations for reqs but only if i feel like doing it bc sometimes i js dont :[

(phighting) npcs and the sfoth

 

❌what i will not write🛑

ROMANTIC requests with minor characters, platonic is okay
-c00lkidd (forsaken)

-red & blue noob (block tales)

rape and anything non-consensual

romanticized yandere, i'll willing to write yandere but i will make it toxic and unhealthy and evil asf

ROMANTIC requests with (phighting) biograft

character x oc

character x character

(phighting, forsaken) character skins

pregnancy i just dont think i can :[

 

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📋when requesting, please state:

• the character(s)
• genre (fluff, angst, nsfw)
• format (headcannons or drabble)
• scenario/extra details is optional, but its recommended and appreciated!!

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KEY:

💝 = fluff

❤️‍🩹 = angst

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💞 = headcanons

💓= suggestive, no sex just 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎

x = romantic relationship

o = platonic relationship

currently working on:

broker x reader fluff + smut

📮request queue! 🎶

(oc) winged staff x reader fluff + smut hcs
banhammer x reader fluff hcs
007n7 x killer!reader angst
chance x reader smut
windforce sfw and smut hcs
bottom medkit x reader smut
hatred/builderman x reader fluff
(oc) taiya smut hcs
medkit x reader fluff
kitchen wizard x reader smut hcs
hatred x reader smut
dusekkar x reader fluff
boombox x reader x coil fluff and smut hcs
007n7 x reader x 1x1x1x1 smut hcs
jason x reader fluff hcs
two time x reader smut
007n7 x chubby reader smut
windforce & firebrand x reader smut + hcs
sub griefer x reader smut
venomshank smut hcs
noob x reader x guest 666 angst drabble
griefer x reader dating hcs
steampunk glove x reader smut drabble
illumina x reader smut hcs
griefer x fem! reader drabble
spectre's servant + fem reader reverse harem
shedletsky x reader smut
shedletsky x reader angst
yandere two time x reader "fluff" + smut
builderman x reader x shedletsky fluff
coil x boombox x skateboard x reader fluff
1x1x1x1 x chef reader fluff hcs
azure x two time x reader fluff + smut
two time x reader smut
two time x reader x elliot fluff drabble
elliot x shapeshifter monster reader hcs
griefer joined your party! hcs
banhammer x reader smut
chance x sentinel reader
shedletsky x reader x builderman
yandere forsaken killers x reader hcs
top pwnatious x reader smut drabble
medkit x reader smut
chance x reader smut
taph x reader fluff
noob x reader x guest666 fluff drabble
banhammer x reader x medkit smut
subspace x reader angst/comfort drabble
two time x spawn deity reader hcs part 2
coil x female phighter reader fluff drabble
hyperlaser x reader fluff + smut hcs
illumina x reader smut
medkit x reader angst
"do you have any ibuprofen?" with phighters
yandere 1x1x1x1 smut
sigh. do i want to put this. yea sure.   reader getting phighters pregnant hcs
007n7 x reader x two time hcs
two time x reader angst
scythe x reader smut
forsaken survivors watching s/o get forsaken
platonic survivors finding out reader is a vampire
rocket x reader smut hcs
suggestive winged staff x reader
all phighters x random reader hcs
forsaken killers + survivors with a robot s/o
proposing to phighters with a ring hcs
scythe x reader angst
shedletsky x reader fluff drabble
yandere griefer hcs
subpsace x reader + beanspace fluff
chance x 007n7 x support reader
(oc) winged magical staff x reader fluff
007n7 x reader smut
1x1x1x1 x shedletsky's sibling reader + shedletsky drabble
katana x reader hcs
medkit x reader smut
ghostwalker x spouse reader hcs
coil x fit reader x steampunk
yandere medkit hcs
seven minutes in heaven with medkit
elliot x isekai'ed reader drabble
kyoko nsfw hcs
ghostwalker x reader angst
traffic x reader fluff + suggestive
forsaken survivors + killers (exclud. coolkidd) "asset" preference hcs
forsaken survivors x napping reader hcs
taph x reader smut drabble
parasocial part 2
forsaken cast and "champion" reader
broker o reader fluff hcs
chance x reader fluff drabble
rocket x skateboard x reader fluff
dom x reader fluff hcs
dom x reader smut
elliot x reader hcs
forsaken cast + reader w/ dinosaur traits
(oc) valentines x reader fluff drabble

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if you have any questions about anything, you are welcome to ask about it!

thank you!! pp out 😎

Chapter 2: triple trouble 🟥🟦 red & blue o older sibling! reader 💝

Summary:

"Hi! Hello!

May I request a Red and Blue platonic relationship with reader whom they also look up to as their older sibling?

Like they'll bother to train to train with them, or reader being a jerk to them sometimes, but you know, the sibling kind of jerk and reader apologizes by taking them out for ice cream or funtime at the arcade.

And maybe Red and Blue seeing reader hurt, and reader says it's fine (it's not actually fine) and Red and Blue hugs reader to make them feel better, making reader a bit sentimental.

I'm not sure on the format, but either is fine. So, whichever you think fits best for this hehe."

Notes:

THIS IS SO CUTE i hope i can do it justice🫡🫡

it's early. the blue morning sky is incredibly pale in contrast to the vivid yellow-orange light emitting from the sun. sleepy bizville is bathed in a warm yellow tint, contradictory to the cold breeze of the early hours that sweeps through the town. at this time, most people are asleep like they should be. you are "most people".

until your sleep is interrupted by an small yet rapidly enthusiastic rapping on your door. "ughhhhh..." annoyed and unwilling to rise, you turn over in your bed in the hopes that your visitor will leave with time. whoever it is, they can buzz off! who's even awake at this hour?!

"WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!! COME OUT AND TRAIN WITH US!!" "..pretty please!"

evidently, red and blue are. and you know they won't leave until you face them. so, with another groan, you toss your blanket off and drag yourself out of your bed to get the door. the pair is completely geared up and beaming with energy that is nigh impossible to be summoned by any adult, in contrast to your messy sleepwear and overall tired appearance. they seem to light up at the sight of you nevertheless.

"c'mon, get ready!! we gotta practice a lot if we wanna be as strong as boss!" with no regards to your personal space, red takes a great step forward into your doorway while yelling like he wants to wake the neighbors.

"then why not go and bother him instead of me? i don't remember signing up to babysit you goobers.." seriously, noobador needs to pay you considering how often you have to look after them. you go to close the door, but pause when you hear blue meekly pipe up.

"the.. the boss is out today... we'd be home alone, and he was worried that something could happen to us... so we said we'd be with you..!"

you draw out a long sigh, "i'm not really interested in hanging out with babies this early. and besides, you guys have each other, you'll be fine.. now shoo!! i'm trying to sleep!" you attempt to slam the door on them, but once again you are stopped. this time, by the sound of.. sniffling.

slowly creaking the door open, you are met with the duo on the verge of bawling.

"aauaaa..."

"uwaa....."

red and blue peer up at you with round eyes shining with tears and trembling lips, ready to start blubbering. you grimace at the sight. ugh, they always knew how to get you.

"..fine!! i'll get you ice cream after training if you don't cry, you two have ugly crying faces and i don't want to see them!" as you offer the compromise, you retreat back into the house and pull a hoodie over yourself to try to look more presentable before you go out with them.

"YAY!! big sib is the best!!", they cheerfully exclaim together from outside. embarrassed, you stammer out, "i-i'm not related to you goofballs! quit acting like i am!"

you keep your promise and take red and blue to an ice cream truck after training. however, they seem like they're struggling with deciding on what flavors to get. "rocky road.. or mint chip... hrmm...." red studies the menu printed on the side of the truck, as if picking a flavor of ice cream is a life or death decision.

"uwa... there's too many to choose from.. what are you planning to get?" blue curiously looks to you and gently tugs on your shirt to grab your attention.

nonchalantly, you shrug, "ehh, probably cookies and cream-"

"OOH, cookies and cream is good! let's get it!!" getting the attention of the ice cream seller, red stands on his tippytoes to reach the window. "three cookies and cream ice creams!!"

you protest at your immaculate taste being stolen, "wh- HEY, don't get it just because i am!! freakin' copycats.."

"well if big sib likes it, it HAS to be good!!!"

"yea!"

they don't even look the tiniest bit ashamed for blatantly taking your idea... but it upsets you less when you think about it like putting them onto elite ball knowledge. as long as it isn't pistachio, right? "cookies and cream is good, so i'll let it go... but stop copying me and get your own taste next time!! and i'm NOT your big sibling!!!"

a few days have passed since then. you're trudging home from visiting roadtown, struggling to keep yourself up after getting severely jumped in the meadows by several noobs. they were especially aggressive today... you clutch your aching side, which you earned after getting headbutted by a helmet noob hard. your feet drag after one another, but you gain a little second wind and speed up when your happy home comes into view.

just patiently waiting outside your house however, are red and blue. they just can't seem to leave you alone... if they see you like this..

"HEY LOOK!!! they're finally home!!" of course, red has to open his huge mouth and point you out. they excitedly run to approach you, but their joyful expressions quickly transform into ones of shock when they notice your beaten state as they get closer. red goes to support you from the left, and blue does the same on your right.

"w-what happened??! are you okay???"

"ugh, some chumps got the better of me, that's all... i'm alright you two, i just need to get home and rest." even speaking, it's obvious you're weakened judging from your labored breathing and how you croak with every word.

the two share a look, seemingly sharing a telepathic agreement. then without warning, they sandwich you in a small hug.

"nobody can beat our big sibling!!! it'll take more than some randos to keep them down, WAHAHAHA!!!!"

"you're the coolest, big sib! don't let them get you down..!"

you can't help but snicker at their words of encouragement. they're dumb kids, but they're your dumb kids. and unfortunately, you've become too attached to these nerds to the point where you can't imagine your life without them. roughly, you pet both of their heads with one hand on each one, the duo yelping in surprise and giggling.

"yea yea, just get me home, ya little dorks."

Notes:

(parade postscript: i'm actually a younger sibling so hopefully the dynamic feels realistic esp with the copying cus i was the biggest culprit of that n my sisters HATEDD me for it teehee)

Chapter 3: thaw ❄️ cruel king x reader fluff + smut💝❤️‍🔥

Summary:

"cruel king x reader plzzzznPLZZZZ I BEG THEE I WANT CRUEL KING" "OHH MU GYATT i forgot to specify i wanted my ck x reader fluffy (smut if you can! :3)"

Notes:

EVERYONE CHEER ITS A BLOCKTALES REQUEST!!!
reader will be referred to as gender neutral, but has female genitals

people from all across robloxia flock to attend the grandiose balls that the blackrock kingdom holds every year. as such, extensive and deliberate preparations must be carried out several days beforehand to ensure all goes well. catering, security, entertainment... it's not only the planning beforehand that's busy, even the itinerary of the day itself is chock full of tasks that required tending to. of course, the one who sees over it all is nobody other than the king. being the ruler of blackrock and the host of these luxurious galas, he must ascertain that everything is accounted for. there is no room to risk allowing any small detail to escape him.

it has to be perfect.

carefully, the door to cruel king's chambers creaks open, letting in some light from the outside into his otherwise completely dark room (only barely lit by a single candle at the desk he's at, yet even that is flickering). the king pays no mind to his visitor, an expression of intense focus etched onto his face as he scrawls on a piece of paper with intent and an inked quill. the discordant chorus of the voices from the icedagger buzz in his mind like bees (likely powered further from his stress), and have been frustratingly causing him to lose his train of thought.

that is, until his visitor places a plate of freshly steaming food and a warm cup of tea to the side of his paperwork. the clear sound of the china clinking on the wooden desk breaks him out of his stupor, and he glances up with a hushed murmur of your name. it's only you who's allowed in his private chambers at this hour, after all.

"you're working hard, my king.." you rest your hands atop his shoulders and start gently massaging, expertly kneading out all the tension in his upper back. it's stiff, he must've been at this for hours. in response, he lets out a strained groan, his breaths appearing as cold white bursts of smoke that quickly dissipate. that freezing solid exterior he puts up more than easily melts like simple ice under your touch, it's almost dangerous how you quickly can reduce him to something like a malleable clay.

"it worries me.. please, come to bed after you eat and wrap up this directive. i won't let you forget to take care of yourself over some papers!" softly, you plead into his ear, and it feels like pleasant music drowning out the cacophony of the icedagger's voices. if only the king could have you by his side at all times to fill his thoughts instead, but alas, he can't afford such selfish luxuries.

"yes, of course... thank you for looking after me, my dear. i'll see you soon, i'm almost done here." and with that, you leave him to go get ready for bed, but not before placing a sweet and chaste kiss on his cheek.

he hadn't eaten since morning, having worked all throughout lunchtime, so the food you'd brought supplies him with the energy he needed to finish the last few sentences of the order. after he sips the last of the tea, he slips the paper into an envelope to be mailed next morning and cleanly seals it with wax. then, he snuffs out the candle's flame, leaving the pale moonlight leaking through the windows to faintly illuminate the room on its own. a cold breeze sweeps through, billowing the curtains.

when you see him approach the bedside, you warmly smile as you sit up and hold your arms out as an invitation for him to join, the sleeves of your loose and flowy nightgown rolling down as you do. "come, rest." in a sort of ironic reversal, he obliges to your wish like a servant, relaxing into your comforting embrace as he climbs onto the bed. you lay back down with him in your arms, shuffling closer until you're flush against each other. even though cruel king doesn't provide any warmth, you still insist on cuddling, for intimacy's sake. "it's especially freezing tonight, i know blackrock is always cold but.." a shiver travels throughout your body. as you nestle deeper into cruel king, he can feel every shake and tremble of your muscles against him.

the voices start again, yet they're missing their usual malice.

cold..

give them what they need.

for their protection…

indulge in them..

fill them with warmth.

show them your passion…

the only way…

melt.

this time, they speak of a more... passionate scheme. and for once, cruel king is inclined to agree with them. he's in no position to resist. looking at his beloved's poor state, you can't possibly sleep like this--you'd sooner freeze to death. besides, he could use an outlet from all the planning he's been doing.
cruel king calls your attention by gingerly cupping your cheek in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him. "i.. have a solution. will you hear me, my love?"

all this time, he's been working tirelessly for the good of blackrock. he can be selfish just this once, can't he?

taken aback by his sudden serious tone, you simply nod. your curiosity only grows as you watch him get up and climb on top of you, but you immediately understand once you eye the erection fighting against his pants.

in front of his subjects, the king always carries an air of confidence and certainty. he must, in order to maintain their assurance in blackrock's future. yet here, with you, he turns bashful at the slightest hint of hesitation. "forgive me if this is too forward, i—"

you don't allow him to continue when you grab his face with both hands and capture him in a feverish kiss. while cruel king is caught off guard, he definitely isn't opposed, leaning into it once he's finished processing. both of your eyes are closed as you savor each other, wordlessly expressing your desires save for some delightful hums. a thin line of saliva connects your mouths when you finally part, heavy pants filling the air between you two.

you take hold of cruel king's hand, languidly guiding it down towards the ribbon that held your nightgown together at the waist, then puppeteer his fingers to pinch and undo it. you're so breathless, your next words almost come out like a whisper, "show me how much you want me, my lord."

when the fabric unravels, it reveals your entire body to him: your supple chest that shakily rises up and down with every breath and shiver, your plush and soft stomach, and your cunt that's shining with need. and it's all for him. the king's breath hitches as he timidly reaches to tenderly grope a breast, "beautiful. just beautiful, indeed." you sweetly giggle at his praise. no matter how many times he's seen you naked, he's still amazed like it's his first time.

he retreats the hand from your chest to your inner thigh, pushing it outward so your legs are spread further. then, he brings a finger to your labia, collecting your wetness on his digits as he pets your folds. his cold touch activates your instinct to close your legs, but the hand firmly holding your legs open prevents you from doing so. you're completely at his mercy, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

soon enough, he dips his index into your vagina, and you fail to bite back a gasp as it enters. his finger is thick and rough, deliciously brushing against your insides. it prods at your walls, and you can feel your tight pussy clinging around it. it's almost slutty, how he barely touches you and you're already hungry with arousal.

after you've adjusted to the feeling, cruel king begins to pump his digit at a medium pace. the biting chill of his finger sliding against your warm flesh sends sparks to your core, and you can do nothing but pathetically mewl at the sensation.

"you feel like a pleasant hug, darling. i fear i may get burned," cruel king chuckles as he teases you in a low voice, a rare sight from him. then again, you always bring out his more playful side.

"your— your highness.. more, please..." with a flushed face, you whimper, your voice dripping with want. when you ask him like that, how could he possibly say no?
he hums, more than willing to service you, "as you wish."

delicately, a second finger is added, eliciting an airy moan from you. the both of them fill you so good, it turns your mind to mush as he smoothly eases them in and out of your pussy. in tandem, his digits curl and scissor, further stretching and prepping you. occasionally, one would brush against your clit and deliver a jolt of pleasure straight to the knot forming in your stomach. it takes all of your remaining willpower to not grind down on his fingers and chase your release.

the only reason you don't is because cruel king removes them, leaving you clenching around nothing as you whine from the absence. too absorbed in your neediness, you barely hear the sound of cruel king discarding his pants onto the floor.

"you've been so good and patient for me. i believe a reward is in order?" luckily, you're not left unsatiated for long, as the freezing feeling from his erect tip lining up at your entrance returns you to lucidity. at your eager nod, he steadily sinks inside of you, and your synchronized moans create a lovely harmony of obscenity.

a burning buzz racks throughout you as your muscles fervently twitch, scrambling to regulate itself to the extreme difference in temperature. goodness, if you felt good around just his fingers, you feel even more heavenly around his cock. your natural wetness allows him to enter so easily, not to mention your excited cunt practically sucking him in. pulling out of you might prove to be a struggle.

the king of blackrock shakily exhales, "oh- oh my.. haah- are you alright, love?"

"yes, yes my lord—ngh—please, just keep going..." desperation laces your high voice, wanting nothing more than to be taken right this instant. and your wish would come true, as cruel king begins to thrust. he starts out slow and sensual. every stroke draws out a series of babbles from you, every roll of his hips into your drooling cunt fills the room with a filthy slapping sound. when his length grazes your sweet spot, you let him know with a wanton moan. as if responding to a cue, his tempo quickens, ramming into that pleasure point with driven precision.

"ah- right there..! feels so—hnnghsooo good-...!" arousal pools in your stomach as he continues to penetrate you. a sweltering heat radiates in waves from your flushed and sweaty skin, and you thrash your head into the cool pillow to try and quell it even a little, but to no avail. there's absolutely nothing in your foggy mind except for your growing climax. if you look closely, you could spy a stream of steam emerging from between your legs.

cruel king lets out a grunt. your walls are so snug around his dick, they're almost constricting it. for a moment, a cursed moment, he glances up to look at your face. oh, poor you, you look almost feverish with how deep you're blushing. the way you're panting heavily, your expression twitching every time he plunges into you over and over, the little shiny tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you're borderline sobbing from ecstasy.. it spurs him on even more.

in the back of his mind, the voices start up their erotic murmurs again.

they love this.

close.. so close...

ruin them.

look at how far gone they are!

so hot..

what a cute face~

go deeper.

icy hands lurch for your waist, making you wail as he fucks into you without restraint. the bedsheets crumple as you grip them for support. he can feel himself growing increasingly erratic by the thrust, if the aggressive creaking of your shared bed was anything to go by. years of discipline go down the drain as cruel king completely lets himself go.
"my- my love, gh.. i—i'm getting closer-.." unable to form coherent sentences, you respond with a strained sob. luckily, your tightening pussy does all the talking for you. who cares if the whole castle could hear you two fornicating like animals, let them.

it's pornographic, the way your sweet moans shamelessly climb higher and higher as you approach your climax. the moonlight produces a shine on the glistening sweat drenching your succulent skin. your cunt clamps down with a vice grip, and you cum all over his cock with a scream. cruel king continues to pound into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. it takes only a few more strokes, and with a growl, he's pulling out to coat your entire upper body with ropes of semen.

for a while, you two bathe in the afterglow. heavy panting echoes in the room as you remain still. you're still coming down from your high, when the king is the first to move. he grabs a tissue from the nightstand and gently cleans you first. starting from your lower region then moving up to your chest, he begins to wipe off his fluids. "apologies for the mess, dearest. i, er, got a bit carried away there.." through an awkward cough, he whispers an apology. now that he's snapped out of his little frenzy, the king returns to his usual modest demeanor. his hand tenderly cradling your reddened cheek wakes you from your trance, and you grin. "it's alright, i think i'm plenty warmed up now," you snuggle into the thick blanket for emphasis. mm, toasty.

a smile creeps onto cruel king's lips as he works on cleaning himself. "good, good." once he finishes, he nestles into bed with you. already, you've peacefully dozed off like you didn't just get absolutely railed. he can't stop himself from reaching out and affectionately stroking your head, you're just too cute. knowing you're able to comfortably rest now, cruel king allows himself to let sleep take him.

 

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the next morning, you wake up running high with a fever, as well as a very concerned and remorseful cruel king fretting over you. worth it though.

Notes:

(parade postscript: OMG THIS ONE TOOK SOOOO LONG TO CHURN OUT SORRYY ive literally been sick for the last few weeks and it wont go away :[ but oh my goodness i started this fic not really caring for cruel king or finding him that attractive, but i ended it feeling ... enlightened like zamn.. that old man bad asf!!! this ended up being wayyy lengthier than all my other stuff bc its a fluff AND a smut but i hope its good im still not very confident in my smut writing abilities :'])

Chapter 4: UPDATE

GUYS IM OUT OF HIATUS BUT I HAVE A SHITLOADILLION REQUESTS

Chapter 5: alone together 🎮 griefer x player reader drabble ❤️‍🩹💝

Summary:

"HI PP!! It is so amazing to see you again!! I’m trying to be first come first serve but I hope this doesn’t overwhelm you. I also hope your scholarship stuff went well!

Could you possibly do a GRIEFER x Player!Reader but post-Demo 3? (Drabble)
Like maybe GRIEFER left the hospital, Reader leaves the haunted manor after getting the Ghostwalker, they bump into each other midway through their travels and then the talking starts.
Could start with a bit of angst and ends with lots of fluff, but it’s up to you!

Delving deeper into the scenario, maybe it’s possible that GRIEFER and Reader already have an established relationship (platonic or romantical, up for interpretation), so when Reader previously fought GRIEFER in Demo 2, took the Venomshank, and left, it caused some mixed feelings and confusion.

Maybe Reader is also hesitant to open up about the Demo 3 events with all of the stuff about Builderman and the 4 main emotions that made their soul “impure” in fears that they won’t be believed or might be seen as “crazy”. The rest is up to you! I’m so happy to see you! - The Angel Anon 🪽

This is my first time requesting I’m so nervous,,
Ily friend /p”

Notes:

angel anon img onna whoop u for sending this in as a asubmission isntead of an ask /silly /lh

the two of you stand a few feet apart on the road leading to turitopolis, griefer standing in your way of the town.

 

"...TH3 H3LL 4R3 Y0U D01NG H3R3?!" he staggers to point at you, snarling. you note that he visible winces from the abrupt action, likely in pain from the strain it put on his muscles.

 

you almost didn't recognize him. he looks more like a walking jungle than a robloxian, what with the various plant stems and leaves twining around his body and sticking out of his skin. but his grating, aggressive voice is identifiable enough. it's a sorry state to be in, though it's better than how you left him when you took the venomshank.

 

"...get out of the way, brad. i don't have the energy for you." you sigh, no hint of malice present in your tone unlike the other. rather, it's more of exhaustion and mild annoyance.

 

you're not in that pretty of a state yourself, with prominent dark eyebags weighing your eyes down and a pale face. on your way here, you've had several children scream 'ghost' at the sight of you. but who wouldn't look like that after the draining journey that had to be taken to obtain the ghostwalker? nobody would expect you to look like robloxia's top model after almost surrendering your own consciousness.

 

and to make matters worse for the capacity of shit you could handle today, you just had to run into him? hopefully a turitopolis vendor can sell you a break, once you get past this jerk of course.

 

unbothered by his hostility, you trudge on forward, fully intent on simply brushing him off and ignoring him. but griefer continues his fit, stepping directly in your way when you attempt to go around.

 

"0HH, 1 S33. Y0U TH1NK Y0U'R3 AB0V3 M3, D0N'T Y0U? JUST CUZ Y0U G0T TH3 JUMP 0N M3??" venom weaves its way into his words, the burning scarlet in his eyes painting his fury. "Y0U TH1NK Y0U C4N JUST H0LD M3 1N TH3 P4LM 0F Y0UR H4ND THEN THR0W M3 4W4Y WH3N Y0U G3T WH4T Y0U W4NT-4CK!" his voice cracks at the end right before he keels over coughing, holding his side. his body twitches and shakes violently as he wheezes violently.

 

you look down at him at your feet, pity swimming in your eyes. your hand almost starts to reach for him, but it retreats. even when he's like this, he insists on acting tough, a destructive habit that you've recognized throughout your relationship with him.

 

you stoop to his level, holding your knees as you gently speak. "when will you learn your limits, brad? you should know to take it easy when you're ill." the lack of mockery or bite only serves to piss him off even more. you're only proving his point, talking to him in that collected and reasonable voice like you care about him. absolutely and disgustingly patronizing.

 

he's not the reckless and disorganized fool you think he is, and you're not the perfect savior you think you are.

 

"...KN0CK 1T 0FF. QU1T 4CT1NG L1KE Y0U'R3 TH3 H3R0." he lifts his head, glaring up at you with a bitter grin that shows off his fangs. "B3C4US3 Y0U'R3 JU5T AS W34K 4S M3." at the look of offense that flashes across your eyes, he laughs, a gravelly and garbled noise. he knows he struck a nerve, because he knows all the ways to get under your skin.

 

deep down, you really are still the same. even if your clothes, your relationships, and the look in your eyes change, who you are at your core still remains.

 

you huff, narrowing your eyes at griefer. "i'm not weak. if you knew what i've gone through since i beat you, you wouldn't dare say that to my face."

 

he raises a brow, an invite, and leans in, a direct challenge. "Y34H? L1KE WH4T?"

 

"like-! .... like..." you trail off, suddenly realizing the metaphorical corner he's backed you into. for a moment, you're left dumbfoundedly opening and closing your mouth again like a goldfish, as if the words died in your throat and you were releasing their ghosts.

 

what happened to you in the manor.. are you prepared to say? are you prepared to hear griefer viciously mock you for losing your damn mind because there's no way in hell all of that happened?

 

are you alone?

 

"...stuff." you visibly cringe at how small you suddenly sound, in comparison to how big you were talking only moments ago. and griefer capitalizes on it.

 

"0H Y34, R3334L SP3C1F1C. I C0ULD CRY FR0M H0W S4D Y0UR ST0RY IS. LOL." he balls his fists and brings them to next to his eyes, mimicking crying as he sarcastically sneers at you.

 

a deep rage boils within you at the taunting, your righteous desire to defend yourself successfully overturning your initial worries of being seen as hysterical. you think you can feel a vein pop in your forehead. curse griefer and his disturbing amount of experience in trolling and trash-talking online.

 

admitting an exasperated defeat, you throw your hands in the air. "FINE!! gosh, just- promise not to laugh. or call me crazy. or i'll beat you up a second time."

 

"N0 PR0M1SES."

 

you roll your eyes, before carefully regaling your tale to griefer. the whole time, you found that your eyes could never quite stay on his face. maybe you were afraid to face him, to face his judgement. even when you could tell he was staring right at you in your peripheral.

 

griefer knows you. he knows you better than anyone, and he'd fight anyone who claims otherwise. he knows you're not one to lie or make up fables to preserve your reputation. maybe that's why he listens more intently than he planned to, giving you his undivided attention. even if you do sound like a raving lunatic.

 

"...and i think that's about it. pretty crazy." you shrug, hoping it would alleviate the anxiety weighing on you. it does not.

 

"S0 Y0U'R3 T3LL1NG M3 Y0UR 0WN 3M0T10NS JUMP3D Y0U."

 

you sheepishly add on, "...well, i beat them too."

 

after a drawn out pause that made your heart rate raise with every second, he clicks his tongue. "W0W. 4ND Y0U W3R3 T4LK1NG 4LL TH4T CR4P 4B0UT "L34RN1NG MY L1M1TS", F@#$ING HYP0CR1T3." playfully, he pushes you, firmly enough to convey his annoyance but lightly enough to not actually injure you.

 

"wh- that's waaaay different!! if i could handle you, i could handle a lot of things." your body fills with warmth again, almost like the clouds of doubt and fear circling your mind cleared for a sun of relief. to the outsider, it may seem strange to feel happy about being cursed out. but to you, it was griefer's unorthodox way of telling you he's worried about you too.

 

"H4H. G3T A L04D 0F T0UGH GUY H3R3." you sigh as griefer leans back, letting his arms support him as he remains sat on the ground. he seems to be thinking critically, a rare moment for him. "... R3M1NDS M3 0F TH0S3 D4MN V01CES. T4LK1NG A BUNCH OF TR4SH JUST TO S33 Y0U F41L."

 

you move to sit by his side and finally look at him, smiling a bit. "guess we're both just some weak suckers. but at least we've got each other."

 

he scoffs, "Y0U'R3 SUCH A S4P, IT'S CR1NG3." but try as he might to pretend he's above all that 'friendship' stuff, you don't miss how he doesn't say anything to deny it. and it makes you giggle.

 

because unfortunately for him, griefer still cares. unfortunately, he still likes you. and he can be called a 'white knight' or a 'doormat' or a 'simp' or whatever for it.

 

it's you two versus the world. like it's always been.

Notes:

parade postscript: griefer ragebaiting reader so hard that you open up about your problems

Chapter 6: lean on me 🧳 kyoko x reader fluff drabble 💝

Summary:

"Hello PP! Because requests are officially open now,, I would really appreciate if you could do a Kyoko x Reader!

I’d prefer a fluffy drabble but tbh I’ll take anything at this point,,, I’m just so starved of Kyoko content dude.. (T⌓T)"

Notes:

warning: brief description of minor bleeding

"..how long until we reach turitopolis, kyoko?" you pant, labored breaths separating each word.

 

the two of you have been walking through the plains of plainstown for who knows how long, and while kyoko is still merrily skipping ahead, the searing sun hasn't been so kind to you. every breath you inhale of the dry air quite literally sucks the moisture out of your mouth, and the lack of trees in the path provided no relief for you either.

 

"not too long! i'd say aboutttt.. hm, 10 minutes or so?" she chirps in reponse, barely looking back. not wanting to rain on her parade, you stifle a groan and instead express your exhaustion through a low exhale.

 

despite your body's best efforts to keep you cool via sweating, the scorch of the heat continues to torment you. you can feel the back of your shirt uncomfortably clinging to your moist back, and your feet are starting to drag as you trek on. the toes of your dirty, dusty shoes sloppily drag and drag on the brittle, hard soil of the road...

 

until they get caught on something.

 

probably a pebble. but you don't know for certain because you can't really see as you're tumbling to the ground.

 

a large puff of dust kicks up from your fall, exploding out from the impact, and you let out a pained "oof-!". the commotion is enough for kyoko to finally whip around and realize your state, as she rushes to your side to help you up.

 

"oh my gosh- are you alright?? i'm so sorry, i should've noticed sooner.." she fusses over you, brushing the dirt off of your clothes and using her own to gently wipe off the dirt caking your face.

 

"kyoko- i'm fine, seriously.. it was only a little trip!" though you try to reassure her, you wince at the sudden burn of pain from your leg. you warily glance down, finding a small amount of blood beading on your scraped knee.

 

you suck in your teeth. but you've been through worse, you could handle walking with a skinned knee. it would be more like limping, but you've done it before! you fix your eyes on the horizon, squinting to protect them from the dehydrating heat. turitopolis is only, what did she say- 10 minutes away? no biggie, you can make it, you just have to hope that kyoko doesn't s—

 

"y-your knee!! it's bleeding..!"

 

nevermind.

 

"i'm alright, it doesn't hurt that bad! i can still walk, so let's just keep going-" you try to walk past her, staggering as you do so.

 

but kyoko quickly shuts down your attempt to brush off her concern with a firm hand gripping your shoulder, easily preventing you from walking any further. "aht! absolutely not! that wound could get infected from the dirt, and walking will only get more into it."

 

before you can say anything to refute her, she effortlessly scoops you up into her arms, carrying you bridal-style. you'd question how she was able to do that, but carrying that suitcase around all of the time definitely helped her build some muscle.

 

"wh-whoa!" your arms throw themselves up out of shock, then kyoko gently uses one hand to move both behind her neck. you let her. maybe because you were still stunned from the carry, or because you were finally getting the rest you needed. either way, you're in no state to fight her.

 

"kyoko, really, i-i can walk by mysel-" a single finger to your lips effectively silences you.

 

"you're my adventure buddy, so let me look after you." her voice is soft, just barely above a whisper, like what she's saying is meant for your ears only. you bet that not even the ants crawling in the earth just beneath you could hear her. she's holding you tightly to her chest too, to the point where you could hear her heart steadily beating. you're glad she's not the one pressed up against your chest, because your heart is absolutely racing compared to hers.

 

"..okay." you whisper back, afraid that if your voice were any louder you'd crack from the pressure. she's drawn a timidness out of you that you thought you stuffed down since embarking on this quest. you think that's just the effect she has on people, and on you especially.

 

with her words tickling the shell of your ears and how they burn your face, it's enough to shut you up and let her carry you the rest of the way.

Notes:

(parade postscript: this one is suuuper short but thats my fault for picking a really short scenario sigh,, in any case drabbles are supposed to be short so!! im attempting to rid myself of "writing so much for a 'drabble' that it turns into a fic by accident" curse bc if i dont these req will take actual ages as if they arent already :[)

Chapter 7: 🎮 griefer x reader smut headcanons ❤️‍🔥💞

Summary:

"Hey..leans on my rich car with a rose in my mouth,, the anonlings yearns for freaky griefer headcanon.."

• he'll literally fight you so he can be top because bottoming feels embarrassing for him. it's rare for him to want to bottom, but it isn't impossible. maybe with some teasing and unrelenting dominance you'll get him to agree

 

• high libido. whenever you come to his crib, you are not leaving without a sore ass 90% of the time. even though he sees you all the time, whether through calling or dates, he still insists on pounding you like he hasn't seen you in years

 

• absolute gooner. he'll never ask for nudes because it makes him feel like a degenerate loser, but he'll masturbate to any and all pictures that he has of you (which still makes him a degenerate loser). he'll even swipe some of your clothes when you spend the night with him and jerk off into them as you're sleeping

 

• likes to restrain you and tease you about how helpless you are. it feeds his ego and the voices to see you quivering beneath him, completely surrendering power to him. and because of the voices spurring him on, he tends to be a lot rougher when you're binded

 

• huge biter, he loves to decorate every inch of your body with dark marks and hickeys. you're his, and he wants to make sure that's incredibly obvious to everyone who dares to lay eyes on you

 

• enjoys having his cock warmed while he's gaming, occasionally grinding into you and laughing at the noises you make. when he loses, he uses you to vent his rage out by bending you over his desk and ramming into your ass. if he's on voice chat and he's getting shit talked, he'll unmute and force them to hear your moaning and whimpering, along with other dirty noises the mic can pick up

 

• loves to pull your hair back and force you to look at him, whether you're sucking him off or taking him. your slutty, fucked-out face is up there as one of his most favorite things to see, other than a victory screen

 

• he's got above average stamina, so he can go for a couple of rounds. maybe even more if the voices are egging him on

 

• has enough confidence in his pull out game to not use condoms, though he probably should because the voices keep urging him to cum inside and he can just barely resist them

 

• he likes to degrade you, naturally. it's another way for him to feel more powerful than you, to claim ownership over you. but with how he can't stay off of you, it might just be projection

 

• possessive, which you can use to your advantage. you can rile him up the whole day by smiling or laughing a bit too hard at other people, and he'll be seething by the time you get home. once the door closes, he's dragging you to the bedroom and fucking you until the next day

 

• loves doggy style because he likes being able to just roughly shove your face into the pillow and ruthlessly rut into your ass like you're some kind of fucktoy. he also enjoys bending into your ear and grunting various degrading comments and declarations that you're 'his'

 

• loud. a looooot of cursing and guttural groaning from him, he doesn't care who hears

 

• he likes a quickie in an alleyway every once in a while, but surprisingly he generally prefers to keep it in his bedroom. while the thrill of getting caught in public is appetizing, he doesn't want anyone other than him to see you in such a ruined state. it's only and all for him

 

• griefer goes crazy for when you call out his real name. he used to hate it for how 'dweeby' it sounded, but hearing it being cried out by you in that soft voice?? oh, he loves it

Notes:

(parade postscript: two req in a day two days in a row woopwoop GIMME SOMEEEE)

Chapter 8: on your feet 🥊 noobador x reader fluff 💝

Summary:

"OK PL SENDING MOINE IM GLAD I HAD IT PRE TYPED .

Noobador fluff request where player just has to relearn how to fight after chapter 3 because the ghostwalker weakened them a ton.. so they just.. go to Noobador while embarrassed about it. bantering ouuuhhhhhh.... Maybe some resting and focus on self-care.."

your linked sword weighs heavy in your hand.

 

almost like you haven't picked it up for a long time. but you know well that that's not the case, it couldn't be, you literally just used it in the battle for the ghostwalker.. you've swung it with ease ever since you embarked on this journey up until you collected that sword, at that point it was like an extension of your arm with how well it worked in tandem with you.

 

and yet, it now felt like it had the weight of the world, pulling your aching arms downward to the floor. it almost strains them.

 

the makeshift training dummy looks down on you, pitiful. if it could come alive, it'd laugh its straw stuffing out at you. the damn thing looks just about untouched, anyone would've thought that you only started training now if they happened to walk in right at this moment. but it's been an hour, and you've barely dented it with anything that somewhat resembles a scratch.

 

nevertheless, you brace yourself to take another shot. deep down, you're more than aware that it's foolish of you to keep trying when you know it won't work. but even deeper down, there's that tiny sliver of naive hope that a miracle will occur, that you'll cut down that stupid dummy and prove to yourself that you're fine.

 

despite your shaking hands, you steady your legs and raise the sword as best as you can (said best being slightly above your navel) to cut the dummy down. you swallow down your saliva, your doubt, to heal your dry and tight throat. your eyes, aflame with resolution, fix on your target, viciously glaring at it through your brows. the goofy eyes drawn on its paper bag head innocently reciprocate the stare.

 

down comes your blade, with all of your strength put behind it. and in that mighty swing...

 

the sword lightly drags diagonally across the dummy's torso.

 

it doesn't even pierce the fiber of its skin of sack. you basically just tenderly caressed it like it was your lover.

 

your eye twitches. you aggressively exhale, like a bull seeing red.

 

frustrated, you simply drop the sword, carelessly letting the metal clatter on the ground. you would've thrown it, but your arms are screaming at you enough. they seem to calm down now that you've let go, though.

 

you sigh, the unfortunate truth dawning on you: you're not in the condition to fight or continue on your quest. but what are you to do if not that?? it's been some time since you've done anything that didn't pertain to your quest.

 

...as sad as it sounded, you could really use a friend. what was the saying, misery enjoys company? yea, you'd love some of that right now, because you're downright miserable. and besides, speaking in terms of street smarts, it's always smart to be with someone you trust if you're vulnerable.

 

but who?

 

griefer is the absolute last person you want to see in this state, immediate no. he'd probably hiss at and make fun of you, and it'd piss you off more because you wouldn't be able to beat him up at the moment and it'd only make him laugh at you more.

 

you couldn't bear to bother kyoko when she's out exploring. besides, you don't really know where she is. for all you know, she could be towns away! the spontaneous nature of adventurers...

 

red and blue will tire you out for a fact. they're good kids, but they're kids. they will not let you have peace.

 

out of everyone, only one person really appeals to you as the best to go to.

 

or, he did at the time.

 

but now that you're standing face to face with him, you can't help but feel a bit ashamed of your state. despite having finished fighting a non-sentient and still object that had absolutely no way of damaging you, you look just as poor as you feel: disheveled hair, dirty clothing, and every limb quivering. and though noobador literally answers the door in a loose tank top and sweats, he looks miles beyond proper compared to you.

 

"...it's you."

 

noobador's eyes widen ever so slightly upon seeing you at his front door as he states the obvious. it makes you shrink even further into yourself than you already are, avoiding any possible eye contact with him as you mindlessly twiddle with your fingers.

 

was now not a good time? he doesn't sound particularly ecstatic to see you.. no, are you serious? it's just you, he doesn't owe you an excited greeting, don't be so full of yourself- maybe he's tired. or just stunned. you don't look too good, it's probably that. yea, you'd be shocked if you saw yourself too.

 

"..yeah. it is." your ears feel warm as you breathlessly mutter, borderline inaudible. meanwhile, your eyes find the hinges of his door incredibly captivating. how wonderfully brassy and rusted they are. oh my, they look recently oiled. yes, much more interesting than the man standing in front of you.

 

noobador takes one glance over at your shaking form, scrutinizing, as if carefully considering how he should approach you. then, he leans in and holds a hand up behind his ear to block out all other noise. "whaaatt? i can't hear you if you're gonna murmur, kid."

 

at the first chance he gets to tease you, noobador pounces for it, the sound of a smirk weaseling its way into his tone. you're funny like this, he thinks. it's not usually in his nature to torment others, but it's not usually in yours to be so skittish, so cut him some slack.

 

you squint up at him, looking directly at him. finally, noobador thinks.

 

"i- just repeated what you said, you don't need to hear it louder!" luckily for you, noobador's lighthearted mocking reminds you to be casual. part of your anxiety quells as you scowl at him. on the other hand, you're only growing more upset when he simply laughs. though you suppose you can't be too mad, given that you're not shaking like a twig anymore.

 

he then leans on the doorframe, quirking a curious brow with the intention of getting down to business. "well? you need something? i'm not too keen on having a staring contest on my porch all day."

 

huffing, you roll your eyes, "yea, i was getting to that." after taking a moment to mentally prepare yourself, you exhale. "okay, this might be kinda out of the blue, but can i please just chill in your place? i.. i need a break and i j- uagh!"

 

abruptly, noobador's large hand pushes you inside by your back, and you stumble over your feet a little from the force. before you can whip around to squabble with him again, he's already moving to the kitchen, leaving you standing in his living room dumbfounded.

 

"make yourself at home. red and blue should be out for most of the day, so we won't be having any disturbances." his gruff voice still rings clear, even when muted slightly from the next room over.

 

any witty remarks you wanted to make die on your tongue, as you sit on the couch in resigned defeat. from what you've seen of him, noobador is that 'what i say, goes' type, so it really shouldn't surprise you at this point. though, when you're the boss and parent of two children, it's impossible to not be a bit pushy.

 

what does surprise you is how unbelievably soft this couch is. despite its somewhat worn appearance making it look like it was picked off of the side of the road, you can't help but sink yourself deeper into it. you bring your legs up and lay on your side, nuzzling your head on a pillow next to the arm of the couch.

 

now that you're resting, the exhaustion creeps onto your feeble body, even more so with your newfound weakness. you could almost fall asleep right here.. and your heavy, drooping eyelids definitely agree.

 

"taking 'make yourself at home' a bit literally, aren't we?" you immediately jolt up. or, would've- if not for noobador's hand once again playing an unstoppable force and pushing you back to laying down. as fast as you got up, you're back down, square one.

 

with his other hand, noobador gently sets down a steaming cup on his coffee table with a light clink. "woah- take it easy, kid. i'm just messing with ya. sleep on my couch all you want, i don't care."

 

when he sees your curious eyes naturally draw to the cup, he elaborates, "oh, this? 's green tea. what, you want some??" you nod, a little too enthusiastically. with the terrible day you've had, noobador almost snorts at how your eyes practically light up.

 

but noobador brings his hand over the top of the cup and scoots it closer to himself, safeguarding his rightfully-earned pick-me-up. "then get up and go make some yourself, since you're so comfortable now." you shoot him a deadly glare, narrowing your eyes. what was the point of offering, then?! and how evil, to tell you to get up when your body has basically already thrown in the towel..!

 

he holds your gaze for a short while, before he huffs amusedly, deciding he's had his healthy dose of poking fun of you today anyway. "fine, ya got me. it's for you. don't get any on my couch or i'll knock you out."

 

he moves to carefully hand it to you. clearly experienced and traumatized from his own kids, he takes the liberty of warning you about the scorching bottom and facing the handle towards you so as to encourage you to hold the cup from there.

 

"yea, yea.. thanks."

 

you bring it to your face and lightly blow, before cautiously sipping. a rush of warmth seeps into your bones and blooms in your blood, and you can't fight smiling against the rim of the cup. even if it's a placebo effect tricking your mind, you'd like to think it's helping you regain some of your strength back.

 

noobador lays back against the couch. "you young punks sure like to throw yourselves in danger, huh? hardly my age, but doing double my work.. you'll get wrinkles earlier, going on like that."

 

you pout, "eww, i'm not gonna get wrinkly like you.. it's just this lil hiccup and i'll be back in business!"

 

"even small injuries can flare up into something bigger. take it from me," a reminiscent look glosses over his eyes, no doubt thinking back to his own moments of carelessness. and there's lots to spare, with the years of experience he's had.

 

"wow~ inspirational," you snicker, completely unserious. but you're listening, peering at the side of his head as you take another long sip.

 

he groans, bringing his hands up to rub his temples. "just take care of yourself, kid. 'cause nobody's gonna do it for you."

 

"really? 'cause you are." the mental image of noobador constantly looking after you like some kind of housewife makes you giggle. if only! you'd take breaks waaaaay more often.

 

he suddenly slaps his hands on his knees and pushes off of them to get up. "what i'm hearing is that you don't want anymore tea."

 

wildly, you gasp, crying after him as he walks off into a different room. "what- noo! fine, you're right! i'm sooorryyy, come backk!!" your hand half-heartedly reaches out for his back, before you let it fall on the arm of the sofa.

 

though it doesn't take long before noobador is back, this time with a comically huge and thick blanket in his hands. did he get that from his bedroom...?

 

before you can comment, he throws it on you, immediately engulfing you in fluffy darkness. while you vehemently fight to find the exit, grappling and tussling underneath the blanket, you can hear his haughty laugh from outside of your prison. jerk.

 

by the time you pop your head out, he's already reclaiming his seat next to you. "there. now you can get your precious beauty sleep."

 

"and what about my pillow?"

 

he rolls his eyes, mutters under his breath about how 'spoiled' you are, then stretches out his arm behind your head. you grin in victory, laying your head back against his firm muscle. you are spoiled, but he indulges you, so who's really to blame here?

 

surrounded by warmth, everything begins to feel heavy again. fuzz coalesces in your senses, and before you drift off, you think you feel yourself being pulled towards another warm body.

Notes:

(parade postscript: exams aint got SHIT ON ME oooff this one turned out way longer than i intended in classic pp fashion but can you blame a writer for liking writing!!!!!)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of roblox x readers