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naivegh0ul · 7 months

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Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

#dad!ghost #parent au #no reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap cod #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap fluff #ghost fluff #asks

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hi, i really like your writing! I was wondering if you could do Call of duty boys (Ghost, Price, Konig, Soap,Alejandro) with a male reader who has a big ass thighs and a black belt karate? Thank you!!

Hi Anon! Thank you for liking my request man! And sorry for me taking forever on this! And sorry no Konig! 😭 I really didn't know what to write about for him!

warnings! Semi-nsfw, teasing, biting, marking, flirting, death, kinda gore, NO KONIG, smoking

COD BOYS X MALE READER

Soap!

He cracks way many jokes about your thighs.

"Hey Sergeant thighs!"

"C/n! Nice thighs you got there! Mind if I get a closer look?" "Jump off a bridge." "Will do sergeant!"

God forbid you be a sniper hes gonna get you both killed. While you try to get a clear shot when you're laying on the ground he's gonna come out of nowhere and spread open your legs and feel and squeeze or thighs.

When you're both at base hes even worse. He doesn't care where you are, what you are doing, who you are with. hes gonna find you and give you daily compliments about your thighs.

During meetings where the whole team is all gathered around sitting at a table he'll act like he dropped something under the table and crawl under it crawling where ever you are and rest his head on your thighs.

Probably names your thighs.

If you let him he will draw little doodles on them.

Likes to brag about how you got a black belt. "Oh your boyfriend can cook? Guess what. My boyfriend has a black belt in karate and basically he can beat your ass."

Talks about your thighs way TOO much. Like he doesn't care he will talk about them to a whole enemy.

When he saw you do a karate move on someone he was lowkey terrified of you.

Then HE BEGS you do teach him or do it to him. "C/n PLEASE PLEASE TEACH ME!" He will get on his knees if he has to.

He was already a thigh guy before you. But now hes like 100x more of a thigh guy since hes with you.

Ghost!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He sees them. I mean SEES them.

He doesn't make a big deal of them, but goddamn he sure will stare at them hard.

Before you two started dating he will be embarrassed and almost ashamed if you caught him staring. God forbid Soap catches him.

But when y'all begin dating he doesn't get as embarrassed any more.

If you ever get insecure about them hes quick to kiss them and praise them and you.

He LOVES feeling them against his body.

In the bedroom if you're shorter than him he'll pick you up and he lays himself down on the bed back on the bed while he puts you on his chest. Makes you spread open your legs, so your thighs are on both sides of his head.

If you're taller than him he will simply make you sit down on the edge of the bed while he gets on his knees in between your legs and just sit there in between your legs doing what he doing while you slowly rub your thighs on his head or squeeze them.

"Can ya crush someone with those thighs? Like snap their neck or suffocate them." A drunk Ghost asks you while you just shrug. Next day you brought up the day old conversation on the battlefield and the two of you went searching for someone you can do it to.

Once Ghost found someone he distracted them while you came up behind them. When Ghost found an opportunity he shouted "NOW!" You jumped on the person using all of your strength to either suffocate or snap their neck. The person kept moving around trying to knock you off of him and you use some of your body weight pushing down and turning your legs right then a very fast left.

Ghost and you let out a gasp when y'all heard a loud crack. The man drops on the floor while you land on top of him.

"You did it sweetheart good for ya." Ghost praises getting you up.

Alejandro!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When he saw those thighs he let out a wolf whistle. NOT in a creepy way like an impressive and kinda shocked way.

"Tiene unos buenos muslos, sargento." He will say walking past you like it was something normal to say.

When you're at base and you're planning to wear some casual clothes with some shorts you gotta think again. This man will bite and leave marks in every single spot on your thighs.

He loves to pick you up by your thighs. He will squeeze them and run his hands all over them.

MAN IS PROTECTIVE as soon as someone says something about you and especially your thighs. He will full on cuss them out in Spanish like he wouldn't give a damn.

He likes to put you on his shoulders and walk around showing you off and your body.

He will ask a dying enemy about your body. I mean he will hold your hand and take you where the man is dying and he will ask them "¿No estás de acuerdo en que mi novio tiene muslos sexys? ¿Qué piensas de ellos? ¿Tengo razón o qué?" "W-what?" The dying man responded not knowing Spanish.

Alejandro sighed heavily and translated his past sentence. "Don't you agree that my boyfriend has sexy thighs? What do you think about them? Am I right or what?" Alejandro pulls Y/n closer and crouches to the dying man pulling him up so he can get a better look.

The sad thing is. It's a trick question. If the person answered yes. Alejandro would stand back up and say "Tooo~ mad this sexy son of a gun is mine and mine only." Alejandro will get his gun out and point it at the man skull before kissing Y/n deeply shooting the man in the head.

BUT if the man says no or hesitates he wouldn't even get to finish because Alejandro would already have shot him in the head. "Aleee~ You didn't even get him a chance." Y/n says with a whine. "Because he took too long and besides I already know i'm right."

He couldn't look at y'all the same after that.

Price!--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was so taken back when he saw your thighs.

Caught him so off guard, but he kept a professional face.

But all professionalism got thrown out the window once y'all started dating.

At first he acted normal like giving them light compliments and all that, but he had never touched them. BUT one day it was a hot day in the base and you were shirtless and only in your underwear he admired your body then his eyes trialed down to your thighs and he stared HARD. He walks up to you all sweet and gently and sits beside you.

Then like his body acted on its own. He reaches his large hand out and puts them on your thigh then squeezes the living hell out of them. The grip he had honestly made you flinched.

Since that day you couldn't look at him the same.

He will call you down to his office and ask you to lock the door behind you. "Pants off." He orders you spreading his own legs open taking a cigar off his desk and lights it smoking it watching you take off your pants and shoes. You do as you were told and stand in front of the desk. "Yes captain?" "Stan down." He says with a smile as he watches you giddily move around the desk so you're closer to him. You sit between his legs laying your head back on his shoulder as he grabs and squeeze your thighs. John puts his chin on your shoulder as he does paperwork normally.

Lets you practice karate on training dummies and sometimes on the new soldiers.

During meetings you have to sit next to him. He likes to feel your thighs during the meeting's squeezing and patting them often like if they were a stress ball.

If you let him. When hes interrogating someone he likes to put you on his lap and massage your thighs as he interrogates them.

When he saw you suffocate someone with your thighs he asked you to show the new people. It's his way of showing you off. "Tis is Sergeant C/n. You treat him with the utmost respect. And today he will be showing y'all one of the fastest ways to disarm or kill the enemy." Price steps back letting Y/n have the floor. "Watch this! Cause i'm only gonna do it once." Y/n says jumping on the training dummy and quickly snapping its neck with his thighs and jumping off it with a proud smile.

Everyone is quick to clap and cheer and some got their hands up for questions. John walks up to you wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you next to him as he kisses your head and says "Nice job hun." "Thank you captain!"

He likes to pick you up by your thighs like you were a baby. He will just walk around normally while you talk and ramble about different things to him.

Gaz!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He doesn't mean to stare at your thighs. But he feels like they are looking at him first soooooo he has to look back a couple times.

He loves to pat them. Like out of nowhere he will give your thighs a light pat.

Loves to show off your thighs. He wants you to feel comfortable and proud about them, so he always shows them off like bringing them up as casually as he can.

"Thick thighs save lives."

One time he was wasted I mean drunk out of his mind. He took off his sunglasses and put them on your thighs and started a casual conversation with them.

Likes to give you daily compliments about your thighs just in case you may feel self concussion about them. And he will hunt you down if he didn't get to say the compliment to you in the morning.

"I love you. I love your thighs. I love your voice, your mind. I love your everything and never forget that."

Gives your thighs little soft kisses and praise when you're feeling bad.

When he found out you had a black belt in karate he was over the moon with ideas. Some are probably going to get you both killed.

He made team combos for the both of you. You two do it on the last enemy or something.

If you teach him some moves you can see him practicing them on dummies and he gets all giddy when he does it right. "Y/N! You saw that shit!"

He forces asks you to watch him while he does one of the moves you taught him on the enemy. And he gets kinda smug and shit when you praise. "Mhm Mhm I did that shit."

He doesn't know how to act after you taught him some basic karate. Like he really thinks hes the shit.

"Y/n. Me and you are basically the unstoppable duo. I'm the looks-" "Hey why are you the looks?!" "Y/n. Be for real." "My thighs are bigger." "Don't pull the thigh card." "Lots of people think the beauty is at the thighs." "Were done. I'm breaking up with you." "You love me too much." "Damn it your right I do love you."

The two of you like to brag about being in the best people in team 141.

Gives you a nose kiss when you're about to leave for a mission. "When you get back tell me all the cool karate moves you did."

The two of you always play fight doing karate moves to one another until say someone hits the other two hard and y'all begin wrestling

"Kyle scoot over my I can't fit your taking all of the room." "It's dem thighs that can't fit." "Scoot the hell over!"

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whchenlvr · 5 months

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How would the weak hero guys try to pursue the reader romantically? As in how would they try to get their attention, flirt etc. because they have a crush on the reader.

when they have a crush on you ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ i see him as a blushy boy

➤ i think gray wouldn’t want to admit his feelings for you because he sees them as a distraction. the more time he spends thinking of you, the less time he has to study

➤ when he finally does accept his feelings, i think he would be very subtle in his attempts to catch your attention. holding the door for you, sharing his work or pencils when you need them, offering to walk you home so you don’t have to go alone, etc

➤ you’re no idiot, so i think you’d be the one to officially initiate things because come on what guys are going to offer to walk you home?

➤ “thanks for walking me home, gray. is it okay if i get your number?” *insert flustered gray*

donald na

➤ soooo much internal conflict

➤ like gray, he doesn’t want to accept his feelings for you and puts them off as long as he can. having feelings for you means admitting that he still feels things like compassion, and that gets in the way of how he does business

➤ donald only allows himself to fall for you when he sees someone else hitting on you

➤ after that, bro does everything in his power to be your man (when it’s not interfering with the union)

➤ “thank you for helping me…” “donald. and it’s my pleasure.” *cue blushing y/n*

ben park

➤ SUCH a flirt. like for real

➤ no like, i think ben is the most humble and genuine guy there is, he just likes to flirt a lot

➤ he’d give you a nickname like “cutie” or “sexy” and it just sticks. if it were any other guy, you’d probably smack him across the face, but something about ben makes your chest flutter

➤ i feel like ben would be the type of guy that teases his crush. nothing extreme, but he’d give your hair a small tug during class or playfully take your erasers

➤ “you’re so pretty, cutie~” “so are you.” “i—HUH?!”

wolf keum

➤ of all the guys, i actually think wolf would be the first to truly accept his feelings for you

➤ it isn’t like a breakthrough or anything, he just has so little emotions that he prioritizes, so when his face heats up at the thought of you, he realizes this isn’t normal for him

➤ honestly i think he’d be a bit creepy in his advances. he wouldn’t think it’s weird or anything, as if following someone around is completely normal

➤ it’d probably take you confronting him for him to realize that that’s not how you should get someone’s attention

➤ “why are you following me?!” “i.. um… hi?”

jake ji

➤ do not talk to him. bro is in his feels

➤ jake would literally be on the edge of a mental breakdown when he realizes he has feelings for you because what??

➤ he’d drift off in class and just stare at you. when you catch him, jake would go beet red and book it

➤ like gray, i think you’d have to be the one who makes the first move. you’d probably follow him to check if he’s okay, and he’d put on his confident façade so you don’t see him literally dying inside

➤ “hey, are you okay?” “no, i’m jake.”

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #ben park #gray yeon

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

🕊️𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕊️

summary - little red riding hood (you) heeds the villager's warnings and ends up crossing paths with the big bad wolf.

warning - smut, inter-species, degrading, dirty talk, dubcon, death, stalking, swearing, creampie, choking, slapping, fingering, biting, dacryphilia.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

All you had to do was cross through the woods to get to your grandmother’s house. That was all you had to do. It sounded easy, you ignored the warnings from the villagers, and you thought you had this handled. You get dressed in your little white dress, covering yourself with your red hood before gathering your basket of pastries and fruits. You smiled as you passed the villagers, heading through the path that entered the dark, creepy woods. You ignored their worried whispers, too focused on getting where your grandmother was.

You giggle, smiling at all the pretty butterflies that flutter by, and you begin to hum a soft melody. Skipping along the path, not feeling the air become cold or noticing the animals that start to scatter, you are too oblivious to see how dark and creepy the woods begin to become the deeper you walk into them. Such an innocent little thing you were. Too bad the big bad wolf was going to destroy that.

Luke lurked, spying on you from behind the shadows, licking his lips as he caught sight of your pretty little dress underneath that beaming red hood. He sneaked and crept, following behind you with caution. Luke grinned, his sharp canines prodding his lips, his glowing yellow eyes following you, preying on you. He could pounce at any moment, and you’d never expect a thing. Luke stretches his hands, feeling his claws come out slowly, desperately wanting to claw into you as he fucks you into the ground. His cock grows, hardening the more he watches you, the more Luke thinks about what he wants to do to you. His cock strains against his pants, and his swollen tip leaks with pre-cum. A growl slips from his lips, and he watches you halt, looking around slowly.

You didn’t know what that was. Could the villagers be right? Was there an actual beast in these woods? Did you brush off their warnings when they were only caring for you? Was everyone right? Were you really the dumb little thing in their village? You couldn’t be? You were smart… You were sure of it. Your mind raced with thoughts, causing you to forget about the growl or the beast lurking in the shadows. You shrugged, wondering why you had stopped before beginning on your merry way, skipping again with a ditzy smile. Only to be stopped again, staring widely at a large man standing before you, his bright yellow eyes staring at you with hunger.

Luke licks his lips, “What are you doing out here, little red?” He tries to make his voice as friendly as possible, not wanting to scare you away.

You smile, rocking on your heels. “I’m on my way to see my grandma! Who lives through the forest, near the lake!” You blush, taking in the handsome stranger before you notice the sun going down much faster than expected. “Oh, shoot! I’m sorry, mister! But I’m running late!” You shoot him a small smile before hurrying along. Luke’s nostrils flare as your scent enters his senses.

Luke chuckled, shaking his head at your stupidity. He smirked as a plan formed in his head, giving you one last look before he hurried through the shortcut and appeared at your grandmother’s house. What better way of getting you than pretending to be the one you love? He knocked, straightening to his seven to eight feet height, grinning wide with his pretty sharp teeth showing. The moment the poor little older woman opened the door, he pounced, swallowing her whole before heading inside, checking to see if he looked clean before Luke walked over to the bed, stripping from his clothes, giving his cock a few tugs before he got under the covers. Luke chuckled to himself, knowing you weren’t too far behind.

You skipped to her door, beaming with happiness at finally seeing her again. Your little hand knocks on the door, rocking on your heels as you wait patiently for her. “Who is it?!” You giggle.

“It’s me, grandma! Y/n!”

Luke smirks, “Oh, how lovely! Do come in, my dear!” You smile, entering her home and placing the basket of food on the small table nearby before you untie your hood and carefully place it on the hook. You turn and slowly make your way over to her bed, wondering why her eyes are yellow instead of her standard colour, and with a worried look, you sit beside her and rest your hand on her arm above the covers.

“Grandma! Your voice sounds so odd, is something the matter?” You question, gnawing your lip as you check over her.

“Oh, I just have a touch of a cold.” Luke fakes a cough, licking his lips as he eyes you. The blanket slowly moved down to show off some of his face, silently sending thanks to the universe for making the lighting so dark.

Your brows furrow, tilting your head slightly as you notice some of your grandma’s changed features. “But grandma! What big ears you have.” You edge closer, extremely worried for your grandmother.

“The better to hear you with, my dear.”

“But grandma! What big yellow eyes you have….” You shiver, feeling a chill roll down your spine at the sight of them staring deep into your soul.

“The better to see you with, my dear.” Luke feels pre-cum leak from his swollen tip, soaking the flowery bedsheets. His fingers twitch. He’s so close to having you under him, tearing you apart with his massive cock.

Your eyes slowly move down the bed, noticing the large tent forming. “But grandma! What… A big tent? You have.” Your gaze slowly moves back up and connects with his eyes, swallowing the saliva that builds up in your mouth.

Luke smirks, throwing the blanket back and wrapping a clawed hand around your delicate throat, turning and pushing you into the bed. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.” He sneers, pressing his stiff cock into your soft legs. He squeezes, staring with a dark glint as you struggle to breathe. “What a dumb little girl you are. Don’t you know that the woods aren’t safe for dumb little things like you?”

You stare at him with wide eyes, squirming as you feel something wet poking your inner thigh. “Y–You, you're the man from before….” You whimper, your eyelids flutter as his grip tightens, feeling slick pool between your thighs.

Luke grins, his cock twitching as the smell of your arousal hits him. “Yes, I am, little red.” He leans closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Mmm, you smell delicious, little red. It seems like you want the big bad wolf.” Luke licks the side of your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as his other hand moves up your tiny dress and cups your clothed core. “Did the dumb little baby get wet from mean old me?” He growls, smiling down at you before he swipes his hand across and rips your knickers from your body. His fingers connect with your swollen button, rubbing and flicking it, watching you whither and moan, trying to break free from his grip.

“P–please, I won’t tell anyone!” You cry, swallowing your sobs. You had realised your fate was sealed and that your grandma was gone. Your plump bottom lip wobbles, staring into his sharp eyes, embarrassed that you feel some sort of way underneath the monster. “I–I’ll be good, I swear!” Fat tears fill your eyes before rolling down your puffy cheeks, whimpering as the man leans forward and licks them up.

“Of course, you’ll be good, you dumb baby. It’s the only thing you know how to do.” Luke grows harder from your tears and your whimpers. His fingers pick up their pace before slowly piercing through your tight little hole, curling and thrusting, stretching you out and getting you ready for him. “Don’t worry, little red. I’ll take good care of you.” His thumb rubs your swollen pearl, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot. Your back arches as pleasured whimpers fall from your lips. Your walls squeeze and pulse around his fingers, juices flowing out of you as you cum. Luke licks his lips, slowly pulling his fingers out of your cunt and bringing them to his lips. “Such a naughty girl, cumming for the big bad wolf like the dumb little thing you are.” A moan falls from his lips as he places his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweet nectar off them. “So delicious, little red.” He pushes you into the bed, crawling on top of you. “You ever been with a man like me before, little red? Hmm? I bet you haven’t, a sweet little innocent thing like you.” His hand wraps around his throbbing base, swiping his leaking tip against your sopping folds.

Your hands curled into the bedsheets, whimpering when he began to push in. More tears flow down from the pain of his massive cock stretching your tight walls. “H–hurts… Please.” You babble, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues to push through, his fingers rubbing your little clit, growling as your juices leak out and help lube his cock. Your hands fly up, digging your nails into his arms as he sends a sharp thrust deep inside you. “O–oh!” Your vision goes white, and your walls spasm around him wildly.

“Poor little red, you’re so fucking tight.” He growls, snarling down at you. His hands grip your hips, lifting your legs, so they wrap around his waist, plunging harder and deeper inside you. Luke buries his face into your neck, nipping the young flesh with his sharp canines. “You like the feel of me inside of you, little red? Stretching you, claiming you?” He slams into you, chuckling at the small scream that escapes you. Your hands move from his arms to his back, clinging desperately to him as his pace picks up, pounding you into the soft mattress. “You enjoying this, dumb baby? Being used for my pleasure? Hmm?” He growls, holding your hips tighter.

“Uh-huh!” You whine, and your hips slowly move along with his thrusts. Your legs tighten around him, feeling yourself clench around his thick, monstrous cock as he continues to pierce you with it. “S–so big… So full!” Your eyes roll back, whimpering with each thrust, feeling your mind beginning to slip as Luke’s tip slams into your sweet spot, your mouth falls open, and your body becomes numb from the pleasure. You gasp, feeling a sting on your cheek, and your eyes blink open, staring into his glowing yellow ones, noticing the glare he holds as he continues moving inside you. His hips snap, and your head falls back, exposing your neck to the beast.

He leans forward and latches down, biting into the soft flesh and groaning as your walls flutter rapidly around him. A choked gasp escapes you, your back arches, and your vision goes white as your arousal shoots out of you, coating the giant beast. He grunts, feeling you squeeze and pulsate around him, “get ready. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum that it’ll flow out of you for a whole month, my little red.” He growls, pounding as fast and hard into you until his thrusts become sloppy, his heavy sacks begin to tighten, his cock begins to twitch and throb, and his swollen mushroom tip swells deep inside you. “Fuck, tightest little cunt on the dumbest little girl.” He roars as thick amounts of cum shoot out of him and into you, filling you to the brim, feeling it overflow out of you and onto the soft sheets.

Your body sags into the bed, arms falling from his back and legs falling from his waist as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you pass out. The intense pleasure became too much for someone as tiny as you. Luke huffs, waiting for his knot to soften before he can pull out of you. He looks down at your knocked-out form with a dark glint in his eyes, his clawed hand strokes your cheek, and he grins. “Oh, you poor dumb thing. You have no clue that you’re mine now, forever.” When his knot softens, he slowly pulls out and watches his cum leak from your cunt before he pushes it back in with his fingers. Luke stands, straightening to his standard height as he collects his clothes and gets dressed. He lifts your wrecked body and heaves it onto his shoulder, grabbing your red hood on the way out.

With the slam of your granny’s door, Luke’s dark chuckle fills the creepy woods as he makes his way to his place with you in his arms. You would never be seen again, being added to the tales of the big bad wolf. You would be known as his whore, his wife and the mother of his pups.

You shouldn’t have been so dumb and listened to the villagers’ warnings.

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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include;;

warnings;; i don't define a relationship, but it kinda hints at all three of you being together, lots of fluff, nothing nsfw (but I'm thinking about doing some nsfw headcanons for this in the future if anyone is interested)

How it happens/Meeting Vash

You’re basically desperate when your plans for moving in with your ex best friend fall through, leaving you basically homeless right before the semester is about to start

Looking online, in the newspaper even, you’re searching for any place that doesn’t look scummy, creepy, or charges you up the ass

Knowing full well that living without roommates in this economy is impossible, you’re hoping to find some nice people-

And boy do you luck out

Posted on some stupid roommate finder website is an add for a three bedroom apartment that’s in a sort of sketchy part of town, but offers protection for anyone willing to brave it. The guy that posted it seems nice, the ad is kinda funny, and the rent is cheap

You decide to try it out

When you first meet Vash, it’s in a little coffee shop near the uni you’re attending. It’s a safe spot to meet with a stranger, and he was cool with whatever you suggested. Green flag.

He’s pretty nice, funny, and insanely cute. He tells you that the other roommate, a man he calls “Nicholas” is at work, but from the way Vash talks about him you assume he’s a chill dude too

You can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how attractive Vash is. He’s blonde, with a cute little mole, and his eyes are like…woah

Plus he’s got a cute little piercing !!!

No guy this good looking should be this nice

You decide pretty quickly this feels like a good match, and bam the deed is done

You move in next week, get your stuff situated and suddenly you have two new roommates

Meeting Wolfwood

It’s almost disappointing how little you see of the other roommate in the first week. Vash explains that he’s been taking on extra shifts at work but you still kinda feel like maybe the man is avoiding you?

All you know of the man is that he smokes, drinks a little, and has weird taste in movies

You see random objects strewn across the house that belong to him and you start trying to figure out his personality in your head

You decide that he’s probably some skinny stoner, and you’re pretty confident in that hypothesis until you actually see him

You bump into him in the morning right before you head off to start your first day of class

You literally bump into him-

As he’s leaving the bathroom, you’re in the hallways and a collision occurs. To make matters worse he’s shirtless

And he’s hot

He’s wearing sweatpants, his toned torso out in the open, and his hair is a bit of a mess. You can tell it’s sort of a short wolf-cut though- and it’s definitely working on him

He kinda smirks down at you and says it’s nice to finally “run” into you

And fuck- how are you supposed to survive having TWO hot roomates

General Chaos

You find out pretty quickly that these two are not the most normal people

And you freaking love it

Once Wolfwood’s insane work schedule chills out, you finally get chance to see the duo in action

They kind act like an old married couple. It’s a bit scary at first, and you fear you might be third wheeling but you soon mix into their dynamic quite nicely

Once wolfwood starts calling you some funky nickname you know you’ve wormed your way into their hearts

Your schedules all clash a bit, but you all find time to see each other throughout the day. Wolfwood has a morning class like you, and so you end up eating breakfast together most days. You start taking turns making food for each other

No matter what you both at least drink an entire pot of coffee together, and complain about life

Vash and you meet up in the afternoon, since your afternoon classes are close to each other. He’s the one who texts you the first time to ask if you want to meet up- and your heart does a little flip

It has become a habit. Whenever you two aren’t busy with other things, you’ll sit outside on a grassy area and talk for a second

All three of you hang out at night when Wolfwood isn’t working insane night shifts

Saturdays are movie nights. You HAVE to attend movie nights

It gets crazy. Especially when Wolfwood graciously shares his stuff.

The first time they see you cry- you’re pretty sure they might explode

You’re stressed from school, whatever job you might have, and probably a few family problems too. Vash walks in to your room to ask you what you want for dinner, sees the tears and whips out his phone to tell Wolfwood

He then immediately rolls you up in a blanket and makes you cuddle him on the couch to destress.

He’s insanely patient with you, rubbing your back and letting you vent

Wolfwood kicks open the door with your favorite comfort food moments later, and the three of you sit and watch a stupid movie

Wolfwood keeps his arm around you, and lets you rest your head on his chest

Vash’s hand is in yours

They’re pretty respectful of your privacy at first- but they’re both like the clingiest friends ever

Vash doesn’t mean to- and will apologize if he oversteps boundaries

Wolfwood on the other hand just doesn’t care. He’ll waltz into your room and go “Hey- stop screaming- I need you to make sure I got this math correct.”

Crazy competitive game nights, that sometimes end in you pulling Wolfwood off of Vash as Vash screams for his life to be spared (he like staking stars from Wolfwood in mario party) (It ends in bloodshed every time) (He should really stop)

Grocery shopping is just Wolfwood acting like a dad while you and Vash are off shoveling sweets into the cart (He secretly puts his favorite treats in the cart too though)

You and Vash stage an intervention for Wolfwood when he gets a little bit too into buying random jewelry covered in crosses (“we know you have religious trauma- and yes you look good in them- but come on-”). He walks into the apartment, sees the sign, and then walks out

Vash invites his brother over once and you’re pretty sure you’re about to be cut. (“No Vash- Knives is nice…he’s just scary.” “He just has a resting “I want to murder” you face!”)

Feelings bloom?

They really warm up to you. One day it becomes clear that you’re just…part of them now. Like they can’t imagine you ever leaving their side

It’s the same for you. You walk out one day, and grab your mug of coffee from Wolfwood and…you just kinda spot and think that you really like these guys. Things feel right

I think overtime things just slowly get intimate-

like you start holding Vash’s hand just casually throughout the day

And sometimes Wolfwood will come rest his head on your shoulder from behind, and you’ll reach up and run your hand through his hair

Casual soft touches just become a thing you know?

Vash lets his hand rise under your shirt a bit when you’re sitting with him on the couch

And eventually…maybe they become less casual?

Wolfwood puts his hand on your waist as he passes by behind you

The sexual tension is like palpable

I don’t really know who finally kisses who- or how things go from wholesome to spicy- but it gets there eventually

And soon you three are more than just roommates, more than friends, and even if you don’t know what it is- it’s kinda perfect

You renew the lease for the next year, and you’re pretty damn happy you were homeless for that little bit now

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #wolfwood headcanons #vash headcanons

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kurisus · 4 months

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Noragami: Final Chapter thoughts

For the last time :') I've been making these for roughly half the manga's runtime, both in chapter count and years. Which is wild to think, but anyway, spoilers under the cut. One final time.

I really spent the first half of this chapter with bated breath alternating between being relieved that Hiyori is okay and grew up to be a doctor and everything, and stressed about where Yato was and where her memories were. Then Yato showed up, and I think I burst into tears out of hysterics. They really got me, I thought he was gone.

That aside, it was an excellent chapter. I was right when I said that this would just be an epilogue and the true suffering was over, but god. god. I'm relieved they gave me that open ending and the chapter was mostly good old-fashioned Noragami silliness. With the expected gut punches.

It's probably a good thing that Yuka never got to reunite with her brother, but at least knows that he's resting in peace. That he was given a proper burial by someone who, at the time, barely knew him but wanted to make things right anyway. Great now I'm crying again.

Hiyori's pocket with the little capyper keychain she bought forever ago. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Yato's CPR being so intense it cracked Hiyori's ribs. god he was so desperate to save her. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

HER TOUCHING HER LIPS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Fujisaki getting nostalgic seeing tall grass (as we know from the omake is called kaya) was weirdly touching. Though Father has faded, Kaya is the one that is still remembered. We never got to learn his real name, and while I am still curious about it, I can see the purpose--by not knowing his name, we the readers don't give him a lifeline.

That's not the only fourth wall lean in the final chapter. There was also Yato being able to save himself by becoming a meme, much like how the fandom and Adachitoka have memed on him for years as well.

Back to the chapter, it looks like Father's consciousness had always been lurking alongside Fujisaki's, maybe making him do things from time to time, which is really weird and creepy. Maybe he was dormant until the Yomi arc, but either way he's been doing this to a dozen other guys over the centuries. I'm glad the cycle was broken.

It's hilarious that Fujisaki tries to ask Hiyori out and she's just like haha not interested coo phone be upon ye.

I'm so glad the cherry blossom party has become an annual tradition with even more gods invited to the party. I'm also so glad that Yato refuses to release Kazuma and Bishamon apparently makes it a point to bully him about this whenever she sees him. But also, Kazuma doesn't seem to want to be released. He's just like yeah whatever man I'm glad you saved us. Cheers.

Side note, Kazuma's new glasses look a lot like the ones he was wearing in that 100 years ago flashback of him and Bishamon, around chapter 68 or 69 I think?

So we also get to see the aftermath of what happened to Yukine--he still transforms into a wolf every now and then, because much like how Nora transforms into a snakelike creature whenever she loses control of her emotions, his form is a wolf, and unlike Nora he's always been very emotional. So the nightmares come out and Yato's left with a giant wolf thrashing around in their shared living space lol, but at least his dad is there to hug him :')

WAIT STOP PAUSE EVERYTHING IT LOOKS LIKE THEY SHARE A BED NOW. I JUST COLLAPSED INTO A BALL.

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

The panel of Yato hugging him made me lose it again. THEY'RE SOOOOOOOO.

So we never did get to find out what happened to Yukine's father--but as I pointed out in the reread I did during December, I don't think it matters. Yukine wasn't going to exact revenge on him anyway because he's not the kind of person to do so.

The page of Nora reading Hiyori's diary also made me so sad. Hiyori's right--she probably did have parents who loved her, but she never got to meet them. One thing I noticed throughout this manga is shinki habitually chasing something relating to their pasts. Yukine craves a good relationship with a father figure, Kazuma is obsessed with Bishamon because he missed out on marrying a girl he loved, Daikoku acts like a dad to every child he meets because he died before having his own kids, and like Yukine, Hiiro craves the parental love she never had. And as Hiyori pointed out, being given a name by Father was like being given life.

Since we didn't get to see what became of her name situation, but Yukine still bears the Hagusa name, she must still have Mizuchi. If her master is gone, can she still draw borderlines? Does she hang around with Yato and Yukine still? Adachitoka didn't say Kofuku DIDN'T name her, so...

The way Hiyori remembered Yato because of his scent had me SOBBING, yall. She didn't forget, but she did solve her problem and it was solved by people, just like they've been saying throughout the manga. But now, they can be together again. Yato was away from her for some years, and maybe he'll leave for several more (it's been a repeated thing in the manga that he'll insist he has to stay away for her own good), but the point is that even if it's been years and years, she'll always remember him. It's open-ended, but that just means it can be my preferred ending of Hiyori not forgetting but choosing to distance herself. She'll meet up with Yato and Yukine every once in a while living her own, separate, fulfilling life. They've been watching over her all these years anyway.

And so, that brings us to the close. It's as happy an ending as we could have possibly gotten, and above all else, I'm relieved. I've been saying for...years, probably, that I want an open ending, but I really thought it was off the table with recent events.

Final hangups are the same as they were in my final reread (tagged under #Noragami reread on my blog), so I won't repeat them, but the bottom line is that I got everything I wanted out of this ending--except maybe a trio hug? But that interior illustration of the four of them, all smiling and happy, Yato's arm around his sister, made up for that. I kind of wish there was a Yatori kiss for real, but the panel of her touching her lips also assuaged that.

Anyway, I'm not sure what other manga would/will make me unhinged enough to type up monthly thoughts posts for years, but I'll be tuned in to whatever new Adachitoka has coming up. Whether it's a full series, a short series, or just a oneshot, I'll be reading every word. I'm also looking forward to getting the final volume once it releases here, and praying for an artbook announcement.

Thank you for reading! I have some posts to make, some projects to plan, and I'll be diving into the tag once more for old times' sake. This won't be the last of me!

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #:')#live update

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 5 months

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Battle in Rhodolite: Luke vs. Clavis

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Wolf Team vs. Deer Team

The fun-loving man, who made everyone in the arena wary of him, finally stood on the stage of the competition.

Clavis: "Hahaha! Finally, it's my turn."

Luke: "Yeah? Well, good for you."

Clavis: "Listen, Luke. We're going to take this competition seriously."

Luke: "What did you just say?"

Clavis: "I said we're gonna take this competition seriously."

Luke: "You? Seriously?"

Clavis: "Yes."

Luke and the crowd responded with a groan.

Clavis: "After all, we're surrounded by all these people."

Clavis: "I have to show my good looks, status, and personality, or else the audience will be disappointed."

Clavis: "Now, ready your sword, Luke."

Luke: "Aw, man. This is such a hassle. I'll let you take the win this time. So, see you."

Clavis: "Hm, are you running away in fear?"

Luke: "Yup. Running away is winning."

Luke, about to turn on his heel, suddenly stopped.

Luke: "Don't tell me you've already set some traps."

Clavis: "Ahaha! There's no way I could dig a trap in a floor this solid."

Clavis: "Look at the ceiling. Even I can't put a net that high."

Clavis: "I wasn't exaggerating when I said my usual traps are impossible to set up here."

Luke: "........."

Clavis: "Doubting your older brother, huh? Can't trust me that much?"

Luke: "Remembering all the mischief you've been up to, there's no way I can."

Clavis: "Mischief? Haha! I remember acts of kindness, but mischief, not so much."

Luke: "Cut the crap. From the moment you recruited me into the foreign affairs faction until today, it has always been like this."

------------Flashback-----------

Clavis: "Luke. Starting today, I will be leading the foreign affairs faction."

Clavis: "Since I invited you, I will take care of you to the best of my ability."

Clavis: "Now, for the seal of friendship, let's shake hands."

Luke: "What the hell is this? I can't get it off my hand!"

Clavis: "Haha, that's the latest in the Lelouch Trap Series, the Sticky Catcher. I prepared it when I heard my cute, shy little brother was here."

Clavis: "I heard you've been avoiding your lessons, so I thought this would help you stay put for the day."

Luke: "Why do I have to spend the entire day holding hands with a guy!? Is this some sort of punishment!?"

Clavis: "Hmm, you didn't like it, huh?"

Clavis: "But the biggest problem is that it's hard to remove. Should we just cut it off?"

Luke: "Cut what? Hey, stop...stop it...ahhh!"

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Clavis: "You always run away whenever you see me. Do you hate me?"

Luke: "I hate you. I really hate you. What's there to like about you?"

Clavis: ".........."

Luke: "Why are you surprised? Just look at this situation, you asshole."

Luke: "I was just walking in the garden when suddenly a net fell from the sky."

Luke: "And not only that, it was all sticky. You always made such boring things without any creativity."

Clavis: "Luke, you better get your nose right."

Clavis: "Today's net is coated with your favorite honey."

Luke: "So what?"

Clavis: "Even though it may not seem like it, I do want to get along with you."

Luke: "Ha?"

Clavis: "You always appear to have your heart closed off."

Clavis: "I can't even talk to you without forcing you like this."

Clavis: "And without having a conversation, becoming friends would be nothing but a pipe dream."

Clavis: "Even I don't actually want to do things like that."

Luke: "Go look in the mirror. You've got a big grin on your face."

Clavis: "Luke, how can I get you to open up to me?"

Luke: "It will never happen. I don't want to get close to you."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Luke: "Look, there's no reason for me to trust you."

The crowd responded sympathetically to Luke's accusations.

Clavis: "I apologize for that."

Clavis: "I admit that the way I've been doing things until now has been too extreme."

Luke: "It's kinda creepy that you can admit it so easily."

Clavis: "But my feelings towards you are sincere."

Clavis: "Just for today, I want to deepen our friendship by fighting."

Luke: ".........."

Luke: "Well, I guess I have no choice. I'll take out my pent-up grudges on you."

Emma: "Finally, it's starting."

Sariel: "Prince Clavis has great swordsmanship skills, but Prince Luke is also quite skilled when he gets serious."

Sariel: "This should be an interesting match."

Emma: "You could cut the tension with a knife!"

With practice swords in hand, they faced each other, and a gust of wind blew through.

It was Luke who moved first.

In a swift motion, he closed the distance, and at that moment, an unsettling explosion echoed throughout the venue.

Luke: "Whoa!?"

He narrowly avoided the large amount of sticky goo scattered on the ground. However, bombs were also placed where he'd jumped back, causing more sticky substances to fly around.

Clavis: "Haha! You're good at dodging, Luke."

Clavis: "But that sticky catcher is an improved version."

Clavis: "Once it attaches to your body, there's no guarantee it will come off."

Clavis: "Now, come closer to me if you can. Ahahaha!"

Luke: "You bastard! I'll definitely kill you!"

Sariel: "Who do you think is going to clean that up, you vermin!?"

Emma: "Now, now! There's no rule against using traps!"

With each thud, the joyful laughter of the mischief-maker resounded loudly.

Each time this happened, the people gathered, including Emma, thought to themselves:

Emma: "It looks like Luke and Clavis are not going to get along anytime soon."

➟ Ikepri Translation Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri clavis #ikepri jp #ikepri luke #clavis lelouch #ikepri translations #luke randolph #cybird

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callmelittlebuttercup · 6 days

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Peace Offerings Pt.6

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Series Summary: Joel makes a bad impression on the reader when he cuts in front of her at the radio station in the QZ. Abe, a father figure to her and an informant of Joel’s, informs her that the two have something in common: A brother in Wyoming. Joel reluctantly follows Abe’s wishes when he asks him to take the reader along to help find her brother too. As the journey goes on, she finds that despite his best efforts to make her think so, Joel isn’t a complete asshole, and maybe even a little… attractive?

Series Warnings: Slow burn, Age gap (reader is 34, Joel is 56), 18+ Minors DNI, Sexual Themes, Violence, Injuries (depictions of blood, bruising, broken bones), Cursing, Grumpy!Joel, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)

Chapter Warnings: Creepy men (raiders) & Attempted SA (NOT Joel dw <3)

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Part Six

Joel and I dug graves for the boys right next to each other in the field behind the motel. We shoveled and moved the bodies in silence, a soft sniffle escaping from me here and there, but Joel stayed straight faced and silent. Once they were covered and I’d placed the makeshift crosses above them, we’d decided it was time to move on.

We’d been on foot for a few miles when we came across a vacant gas station. Joel forced the door open and held his gun up to make sure there weren’t any unwanted surprises. Once the coast was deemed clear I followed him into the dusty shack. The shelves had been mostly picked over except for a few cans and bags of things here and there. The most important thing I’d found was an old box of tampons. “Score.” I celebrated under my breath before shoving them into my bag. I had lost track of my period with all of the stress of the journey, but the full ache in my abdomen indicated it was oncoming.

Joel and I met at the front of the store again and agreed we’d gotten everything we could before heading back out onto the road. We’d begun walking but stopped in our tracks when we heard what sounded like a wolf whistle. I whipped my head around to see where the sound was coming from, and spotted a hooded man crouching behind an abandoned car. “What do we have here?” Another guy appeared from behind a closer car. “We don’t want any trouble.” Joel said, raising his hands. I copied his movements. “We don’t either, friend. But see, this territory is ours, and we’ve been livin’ off of that gas station for a couple weeks now, so I’d say we have dibs.” The guy said in an obnoxiously condescending tone. Air puffed through my nose as I tried to hold in a mocking laugh. His eyes shot to me, “What’s so funny, sugar?” His tone slightly lowered. I shook my head and kept my eyebrow raised in judgment at him, “Nothing, friend.” He placed his hands on his hips and pushed them towards me, “That’s what I thought. Knew a good lookin’ girl like you’d know not to disrespect a man like me.” I could feel Joel’s anger rising just the same as mine, but I kept cool. “And what kind of a man are you, sir?” I asked before stepping forward, and letting my eyes travel up and down his frame. My tactic of making him insecure was clearly working when he answered, “The kind who ain’t afraid to hit a lady. What with gender equality and all.” I balled my fists up and couldn’t control myself any longer. My knee connected with his crotch, and he doubled over momentarily before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground. By this time, the other guy that had been hiding had beelined for Joel and the two were in hand to hand combat. I yelped as my back made contact with the hard concrete and the wind was knocked out of me. The man stood above me with a menacing grin. I scrambled to get back to my feet but the heel of his boot was planted on my abdomen. “Look at you. Like a stuck little bird.” He taunted. I tried to roll out from under his foot, but as I turned to my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I tried to kick and thrash, hoping he would drop me, but his grip was too strong. I heard Joel hollering after him but he was in a chokehold. “Let fucking go of me.” I shouted. “Can’t just yet, baby. Gotta teach you a little lesson about keeping your mouth shut.” He dragged me behind the gas station. A sickening feeling of dread filled my body as I realized what the man’s plan was. He threw me to the ground and kept his body on top of mine.

I shrieked and squirmed, trying to make this process as hard as possible for him. He became frustrated and raised his fist before bringing it down into my side. Agonizing pain spread up through my rib cage. My head flew back upon impact and my vision went blurry. I’d begun to accept my fate, but was incredibly relieved when a bullet pierced through the man’s skull and his body dropped to reveal a wild-eyed Joel. He practically ripped the man off of me and knelt down, “Did he-“ I cut him off, “No. Thank you.” I breathed. He let out a breath of relief and helped me to my feet. I winced at the pain in my side, but insisted it was nothing.

“Should’ve just let me handle it.” Joel grumbled as we walked off. “Negotiating wastes time. Would’ve been easier just to shoot ‘em.” I argued. “Wasn’t wasting ammo over some hicks. Next time, you let me do the talkin’.” He said sternly. “Not like you were the one who ended up behind a gas station getting your clothes torn off.” I mumbled angrily. “Again, wouldn’t have happened if you’d just kept your goddamn mouth shut.” Joel turned and stood, causing me to almost run into him. “You’re just like them.” I grunted. “Excuse me?” He said, his eyes squinting with astonishment. “You think of me as a small, weak thing. Just like they do. Telling me to shut my mouth, to obey you, and follow your lead.” I said, my voice wavering as tears of frustration threatened to fall. He breathed deeply through his nose and pressed his lips together, “Don’t you ever say that. I have done everything in my power to keep you alive and be respectful towards you.” He seethed. “Respectful?” I questioned, my voice filled with disbelief, “Telling me to shut my mouth is respectful? Barely talking to me and treating me like a piece of cargo is respectful?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t have to take you with me on this trip. I could have damn well told Abe to fuck off and gone off on my own. Would have been a hell of a lot easier, but I chose to do the right thing for once. All I asked was for you to follow my direction so we don’t get ourselves killed. I’m already doing my part. I don’t owe you friendly conversation, or emotional support.” He lamented. I stood there staring at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry for experiencing all of that shit and having a human reaction to it. I’m sorry I haven’t yet become jaded and calloused by the shitstorm that the world is like you have. But just like no one forced you to bring me with you, no one is forcing you to be my emotional support. You could have left me sobbing on the ground, I would have snapped out of it at some point, but you chose to comfort me. As for friendly conversation, we’re spending months together. Would it be such a bad thing to build some kind of trust? I promise I’m not trying to be a burden, or to cause more issues. I’m trying to get to my brother just like you are. It’s not my fault shit keeps happening to us.” He kept his eyes on the ground, “I know. I didn’t mean to blame you. I just… I was worried he was gonna..” He stumbled over his words. “Well if we’re not getting invested in each other you don’t need to care about that. We agreed to just get out of things alive and move on.” I said sternly before continuing to walk in front of him. I trudged along but my body flew to the ground when my foot got caught on something. “Shit. A trip wire. Get up!” Joel yelled and grabbed my backpack to lift me off the ground. I stumbled, but got to my feet and ran as fast as possible.

Trees whizzed past as Joel and I raced through the woods, trying to get whoever was after us off of our trail. “Don’t go straight, zig-zag!” Joel called out as he veered around trees and rocks behind me. The impact of the ground caused the pain in my ribs to spread across my chest, laboring my breathing even more. Joel must’ve heard my wheezing because he reassured me, “Just a minute more and we’ll probably have cleared ‘em.” I nodded, not having enough air to answer. We came to a clearing and Joel slowed down, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees. I did the same, but as I tried to catch my breath, my vision was blurring again. This time I wasn’t able to shake it, and felt myself collapse to the ground. Joel’s voice calling out my name sounded far away as I lost consciousness.

I woke up to a figure leaning over me and slapping my face gently. My name fell off of his lips followed by “Stay with me. C’mon.” I blinked, trying to regain my vision. Joel’s face became clear and I looked around. We were in a room. The walls were wooden logs stacked on top of each other, and the familiar musk of a cabin filled my nose. “Where are we?” I asked groggily. Joel handed me my canteen before explaining, “We’re in a cabin. Not far from where you collapsed on me.” I took a swig and put the cap back on while swallowing the warm, yet refreshing liquid. “Damn. I don’t remember walking here.” I grunted as I sat up, my side filling with the same searing pain that had knocked me unconscious. Joel shook his head, “You didn’t.” I shot him a questioning look, “You carried me?” My cheeks reddened at the thought of his arms wrapped around me, bearing my dead weight. I should have been embarrased, but to my dismay, I’d found it the slightest bit attractive. “Yeah. Not far. Just wanted to get us out of sight.” He explained. “Sorry you had to do that. And thank you.” I said. He just nodded and turned his attention to his backpack. “Joel?” His eyes shifted up to look at me again. “I’m sorry I compared you to one of them.” I said sheepishly as I played with the cuffs of my sweatshirt, “You’re nothing like them, and that was a really shitty dig. You’ve done a lot for me already, more than you’ve needed to. So thank you.” He kept his eyes on me and pressed his lips together before giving me a slight nod, then stood up from the side of the bed I was laid on and began to walk towards the door. “You’re still an asshole though, just in a different way.” I teased. He stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at me once more. I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. “Get some rest.” His gravelly voice commanded before he disappeared into the hallway. I laid my head down onto the soft pillow, and fell asleep with a slight smile on my face.

I woke up drenched in sweat. The room was darker than before, signifying that it was late into the night. I was pretty sure I’d woken myself up screaming, so I tried to slow the heaving of my chest by taking slower breaths, but the images of my gored brother continued to flash in my mind. I whimpered and smashed my head into my pillow, attempting to beat the irrational fears out of my mind. None of my usual tactics worked, and I realized I wasn’t getting back to sleep, so I painfully sat up and stood up off the bed. I opened the door slowly, avoiding the inevitable creaks from the old hinges. The hallway was dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through a large window at the end of it. It was propped open slightly, and the wind rippled through the thin fabric that was draped across it. I continued to explore the small cabin, and looked for another place to try and clear my thoughts. As I turned a corner, I jumped about four feet off of the ground and screamed bloody murder as I came face to face with a tall figure. “Shhhhhh it’s me.” Joel’s voice pierced through my panicked shrieks and his hands wrapped around my fists that I’d been blindly throwing around. “Fuck, Joel. What are you doing?” I breathed. I was relieved to know it was just him but also pissed that he would sneak up on me like that. “Findin’ out what the fuck you’re doin’.” He snapped back. “I couldn’t sleep. Was just finding a place to clear my mind.” I explained, still catching my breath from the fright. I leaned my back against the wall. “I see. This about Sam and Henry?” He asked. I sighed, “My brother. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.” I said as I pushed up off of the wall and began to walk back towards my room.

“I ain’t sleepin’ either.” Joel said, stopping me in my tracks. Another peace offering. “Hmm. Too bad you ain’t keen on friendly conversation.” I said, mocking his southern twang. “Doesn’t have to be friendly. Could just be conversation.” He said in a suggestive tone. That was the first hint of charisma I’d ever experienced from him. It pulled a slight chuckle from my lips, and I subconsciously walked towards him. “You mean you’re willing to engage with me for more than five minutes and about something that’s not a travel plan?” I asked, hiding the excitement in my voice behind sarcasm. “We’ll see how much of it I can take.” He mumbled. We were not only having a casual conversation but were, dare I say, flirting?

I plopped into the couch that had been pushed up against the front window of the cabin. Joel sat back into the chair across the room, sipping something from a glass. I perked up, “Is that?” I asked. He nodded and offered me the glass. “Where did you find it?” I asked again as I accepted it from him. “Took a bottle from Bill and Frank’s reserve. The bottle’s gone. It was back in the truck, but I had some left in my flask.” He explained. “Oh… I won’t drink your last few sips then.” I said, holding it out for him to take it back. “Nah… you need it more than me.” He said waving me away with his hand. I hesitated at first, making sure he was serious, and then took a swig. There was about a sip left and I insisted he take it back. He obliged.

“What makes you think I need it more than you?” I asked, licking the remaining sweetness off of my lips. He thought for a moment, mulling his words around his brain, then spoke, “You were havin’ nightmares.” I nodded. “Bout what?” He asked, his tone staying monotonous so as to not expose his curiosity. I sighed and turned my head, regretting the fact that I’d agreed to talk to him. I’d wanted to continue to throw his words back into his face, but even he was going against his previous statements now. I was breaking him down, brick by brick.

“It’s a recurring one. My brother getting ripped apart by clickers. It’s the ugliest death possible, so of course my brain would decide it should be the focus of my dreams.” I said sarcastically. Joel just nodded, taking in my words. “I don’t know why that’s the one. I’ve gone through so much other shit that could easily be in my nightmares. Why am I dreaming about that specifically?” I lamented. “Cus that’s the thing you’re most afraid of.” Joel answered, “Simple as that.” I clenched my jaw, “Guess so. What do you dream about?” I asked. He swirled the last sip of the whiskey around in the glass before gulping it down and saying, “Don’t dream much these days.”

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summermoonshine · 8 months

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Call Of Duty : MWIII - TRAITOR SOAP

Okay, HEAR ME OUT (actually there's no one to hear me out so i'm basically writing this for me myself and my own poor sad soul).

So. Since the release of the trailer, the theory about a traitor Soap has spread, mainly because during the MWIII trailer they used the colour red on the new skin.

[I'll pretend to ignore that the headphones and the keffiyeh are identical to those worn by Ghost - which would open up many other unfortunate scenarios (: the killing of Ghost by Soap who kept the headphones and keffiyeh in memory), see below:

but let's go on for now...]

What if it was more than just the colour red? Le'ts recall that Soap was originally - or maybe purposely - sent by General Shepherd to team up with Ghost, and we know that General Shepherd later teamed up with Graves. So it would make sense that Soap didn't check for Graves' dead body after the explosion in the tank, right? (I mean, they acted like buddies from day 0...)

Also, what if Soap's anger upon the discovery of Graves' betrayal (with his famous line: ''Graves whaTTTCHA FFUCK'') was caused because THEIR secret deal was failing? This would justify why the Shadows took the trouble to search far and wide for Soap on the streets (maybe they were afraid he would spill the tea? huh), despite Graves and all the others being afraid of Ghost (he was, c'mon, who wouldn't be).

Speaking of him, it is interesting to underline how, throughout the duration of the campaign, not only is there a true character development (Ghost went from being a lone wolf to being part of a team; a team that he himself stated and claimed as his - which means the world for a creepy lonely ass like him) but there are also his ''advice'' to guide us through. He, in fact, warns us about betrayals, trust, how ''people you know can hurt you the most'' and that ''you want to be (a) better (man) than me, Johnny''. This makes me wonder: what if Ghost had sensed Soap's betrayal right from the start (or maybe he already knew it, and for this reason his first exclamation is ''Fucking Hell'' when he sees Soap before wheeling up)? Let's remember that OG Ghost was killed by General Shepherd because he trusted him. Now Soap would be doing his same mistakes: What if Ghost's ''advices'' were small clues to try to put Soap back on the right track? Again: what if, finally, Ghost took off his balaclava in front of Los Vaqueros (here's a little note: let's remember what happened with Alejandro's safehouse: they didn't trust Soap. The only one who had the coordinates was Ghost), the TF141 and Soap (who shows a more than satisfied grin after seeing Ghost without it) because it's his (Ghost's) way to settle the accounts and even the things out forever? Ghost already died once, is it now Simon's turn? (actually, i don't believe Ghost will be the one to die this time - i'm in my delulu cloud, let me be).

Lastly, i'd like to pinpoint a thing or two about Price (speaking of deaths...). In the MWIII trailer we see this scene (he's just sleepy yeah right true?!):

but let's focus on his hands:

Which ones are they clinging to? Soap's? No: Gaz. Maybe, MAYBE, he was close to the truth and that was a hint for our lad to beware of something (or maybe, someone...)? Also, where's Ghost? Why did they split? SoapxGhost and PricexGaz were almost standard pairs for MWII.

And that's talking about ''pairs'', that here i stand with my last point: amongst the various interactions and banters between Soap and Ghost during the Alone Mission, there's an interesting question that Soap asks before Ghost gives his impressive quotes about trust (although he tries to divert the answers as much as possible and to be as evasive as possible on his ideas regarding the others - later revealed during the missions, such as the arrival of Price and Gaz and the news that Laswell is still on their side which leads Ghost to say that she's ''still as solid as a rock'': so he KNOWS who to ''trust'', but he refused to admit it to Soap by choice). Soap, on the other hand, does not. That's why he asks: ''What about Captain Price?'' (read: can I trust him?). One of the answer is: ''I trust the Captain'', the other one: ''I don't trust anyone right now, even Price". Maybe, and just MAYBE, they were just already showing us some nuances of Soap's character but we didn't notice it? At least... not yet?

(Credits for the pics and gif to: @sleepyconfusedpotato @mctvsh Please, give me the credits if ya repost it, 🌱)

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kimiro-art · 7 months

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NSFW

Touchstarved LI when they are horny

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AIS

👹 stares at you. all day. he stares at you from a corner but doesn't say anything eather (ngl. It's kinda creepy but also in a sexy way?)

👹 When you look at him, his stare becomes ten times more intense and you've seen it before. It's this almost impatient look on his face . His eyes almost resemble those of a wolf eyeing a sheep. That one look that promises you that you won't get any sleep tonight.

👹 When you're finally alone with him, he'll come up to you with the same look on his face and just pull you close to him to kiss you like his life depends on it

👹 you will hear a "Finally" from him between kisses

👹 won't say much, but still finds the words, to ask you if you are okay with you both have some fun time (consent is important)

👹 Is someone who takes his sweet sweet time with you :)

LEANDER

🌿 starts to have a lot more touching needs. Will constantly ask you to hold his hand or will put his hand on you in every way possible.

🌿 you notice that he is a little quieter than usual and seems to be daydreaming. you have to tap his arm several times to get his attention.

🌿 When you finally have his full attention, he'll just look at you like a lovesick puppy

🌿He'll pull you close to his side and whispers to you so only you can hear "I really need you right now... can we go upstairs? Can you do that for me?”

in fact, he really needed you. The man probably walked around with a boner the whole time

🌿 he too, takes his time with you. Very polite unless you ask him otherwise :)

🦊 starts teasing you more. This annoying fuck wants to make you mad at him and he won't shut his mouth unless you shut it for him :)

🦊 is also a little more touchy than usual

🦊 whispers the most lewd shit ever in your ear and then pretends nothing happened

🦊 “Anyway. Y/N and I have things to do now. See ya” It doesn’t matter whether you just had a whole conversation. He just got tired of waiting

🦊 He pulls you into your or his bedroom and starts rocking your shit

🦊 Pillow Princess (I don't care what you all say. This man is a Brady Pillow Princess)

🪶 you notice that they try to always be close to you.

🪶 Do you want to sit there? Mhin is sitting right next to you. Are you standing somewhere? Mhin is standing right next to you

🪶 You notice them staring at you from time to time, but when you make eye contact with them, Mhin immediately looks away (is that a blush!?)

🪶 100% has wet daydreams. The type of person who would write sexy fanfiction if they lived in the modern world.

🪶 waits until they are finally alone with you and pulls you by your collar, pushing you against a wall while makeing out with you.

🪶 After a big make out session, they drags you home to continue (and more :)

🪶 Praise kink?...Praise kink

(Does Kuras get horny? Is that a thing? I feel like Kuras does not feel the need for sex. Just like they don't need food)

anyway.

🕊 becomes more playful than usual.

🕊 also becomes more caring (he's a very caring person in itself but he will act like a mom friend even more when he's horny and he just wants you to feel wanted and loved and appreciated)

🕊 When he finally gets off work, he comes to you, joins whatever you are going and wants lots of hugs and kisses

🕊 (if Kuras fucked) he would be very slow. He takes his time. Wants to enjoy every moment of it

🕊 talks you through it :)

🕊 likes to pamper and pleasure you with his hands. watches you. He finds your reactions very fascinating

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#touchstarved #touchstarvedgame #touchstarved game

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v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n · 3 months

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byler prompt: flirting god will and blushing mess mike accidentally switch roles momentarily but once mike realizes what he said and will seizes the opportunity to reciprocate, the roles go right back to normal, except it was just enough to get them to realize their feelings weren't as one sided as they thought.

TY SO MYCH FOR THE ASK WHOEVER YOU ARE

THIS IS SUPER SUPER ROUGH BECAUSE I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN AGES AND WAS LITERALLY WORD VOMITING SO THIS IS TECHNICALLY A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IF IT DOESNT LIVE UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS

William Byers never used to be this…forward, maybe it was living in Cali, maybe it was because Jane and Mike had broken up, maybe it was Vecna finally being dead, the upside down no longer plaguing him with every movement he’d take, and with everything being over and done with, that creepy crawling feeling was gone and he could breath normally, and with that he finally got the confidence to actually speak like a normal person to his best friend.

Well, maybe more than just a “normal person” but hey, seeing Mike get a bit flustered at his senseless flirting was always a plus, even if it didn’t mean anything in the end.

He’d always known how to get people riled up, in California he’d use the tactic to throw people off when they’d be rude to him or Jane. Throw a comment out there to make them stop in their tracks, blubbering like a fish out of water. It was amusing when it was them. But god with Mike it was different, cus he actually meant the words coming out of his mouth, and loved the flush that would spread over his best friends cheeks as he stared at Will with those wide eyes, looking vaguely like he’d had his first thought in a week, like he’d suddenly gained consciousness. His jaw would drop slightly his lips pursing in that way that made Will want so desperately to kiss him.

…..

He was awful.

He shouldn’t be using Mike like that, but he couldn’t stop himself, flirting with him was fun and easy and everything love should be. So he smiled and quipped and made little gestures and said his full name in that way that. It had gotten to the point he’d take almost every opportunity he could.

Hawkins was awful in the summer, any long fabrics or hair sticking to your skin uncomfortably, too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Too wet in Spring, too dry in Fall.

Ah the Midwest.

He was pulling at his pants as the party sat around him at their lunch table, chatting away about something or another. Mike sat at his side, way closer than he had too, almost the entire bench free to his right, but it’d been like that recently, and. Will definitely wasn’t complaining, he usually liked the contact, Mikes legs and side pressed against his in a way that made his cheeks flare.

“Jane, remind mom we gotta go summer clothes shopping.” He groaned dramatically, pushing Mike’s side. “Mike I know we both love you being in my personal space but please.” He whined, pouting at the boy.

“H-huh?” Mike’s eyes widened, his lips parting, “o-oh yeah of course yeah sorry-“ he stuttered over his words, shimmying away from Will, just enough so that they were no longer touching.

Max snickered in that knowing way of hers, despite her impaired vision, she seemed to read them like an open book. See right through them and the game they were playing. She looked…? between them for a moment. Will suddenly had a very bad feeling.

“Do any of you guys remember those short shorts Will would wear in middle school?” She said, fitting her chin onto her palm. “You should get some of those again,” she suggested.

“The ones from the mall?” Will pulled a face, his lips pursing in not exactly disgust but something close enough. Moving his gaze to Max as she nodded, a knowing look in her eyes.

Traitor.

Lucas made a wolf-whistle sound, “yeah man you looked good in those! I remember girls used to be practically tripping over themselves when you walked by,” he teased. Dustin snickered along with them.

All of them. Traitors.

“It was not like that.” Will huffed, glaring at Max despite the fact she couldn’t see it, she smiled at him widely, mischievous and playful.

Sometimes Will wondered if she was faking being blind.

Mike made a little sound, tilting his head to the side as he shrugged, absentmindedly moving his food around on his plate. “I meannn, a lot of people did stare at you,” he said, almost teasing as he smiled to his friend, “you looked good in them.” He added.

Will’s attention was almost immediately on him, as it so often was, leaning his head to the side, returning the teasing nature, “Micheal Wheeler,” he said playfully, teasing and light with his words. He loved the way Mikes lips twitched up at the use of his name. One of the easiest ways to flirt with Mike Wheeler. “Did you just so happen to be one of the people staring at lil ole me?” He asked innocently, fluttering his eyelashes at him, simply searching for a reaction.

Instead of stuttering or blushing like Will had expected, Mike merely looked up, as if recalling the events of that summer. He straightened his posture so that their height difference was more notable. Forcing Will to look up if he wanted to look at his face, which he did, of course.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” He asked, looking back down at Will with a deceivingly neutral expression, his voice sounding light and contemplative in a way. “I did say you looked good in them, didn’t I? It’s obvious people would stare.”

For once, it was Wills turn to blink rapidly, a blush spreading over his cheeks his lips openinghe breathed in the sentiment. Unsure what to make of it, was Mike calling him attractive? It felt like it. Warmth pooled in his stomach and spread throughout his body, all the way down his arms to his fingers and toes.

All he could do for a few long moments was stare, but with the way Mike was looking at him, expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question Will had to take a moment to recall. Mike eyes flitted down to the bottom half of his face, letting out a little huffy breath through his lips, impatience.

Right, right, Will needed to respond. “I guess I wouldn’t mind.” He finally said, so quiet he’d be surprised if Mike even heard it. His voice felt fleeting in his throat, like he was scared he’d break whatever bubble was around them if he was too loud, too obnoxious.

Mikes soft contemplative look quickly turned to fluster once more, as if his words and the implication of them finally caught up to him. And they both seemed to notice they’d been staring at each other for too long for it to be considered normal.

Mike quickly looked away from him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the boy gulped, his cheeks still flushed. Will watched him for a moment, the implication of Mike finding his attractive in short shorts kept turning in his head. He looked away then too, trying to focus back in on the conversation their friends had continued without them.

Max huffed loudly at something Lucas said. “We all know Will doesn’t give any of the girls who are into him the time of day.” She said. “He’s too focused on…other things.” Her non-existent stare looked between him and Mike, before shrugging, “like his grades, and college.”

Will was gonna murder her.

#stranger things #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #byler fanfic #THIS IS REALLY ROUGH BUT ITS TECHNICALLY A DRAFT #HAVE FUN IG PLEASE SEND ME MORE ASKS IF Y’ALL WANT MORE STUFF #max mayfield #ultimate byler shipper #she’s the true leader of the byler nation

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fandomwritingbit · 1 year

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catching william afton in the act

warnings: the act is murder so: murder. mature and dark themes. It's fnaf.

notes: I wrote this too quickly, just a little something something. Bros tryna get back into writing for this blog lol.

"Y/n." A man's voice interrupted your cleaning of a table. Some little shit had gotten a slush all over it and luminous blue chunks avoided your cloth with some determination. Looking over, you see the face of your boss, Mr Emily.

"You mind going into the back stores and getting another hook for the damned fox?" You start nodding. It was the second time today you'd have to replace that, honest to God it was getting mental. "I don't know what they're doing to it, it's fucki-" He goes silent, shaking his head, before patting your arm in thanks, accompanying it with a sweet smile.

Let's be honest, you did mind this task. The back stores were miles away from the main floor where you were cleaning now. Miles away and creepy as all Hell. Greasy metal walls pretty much sound-proofed it and sometimes the bolts would deadlock, leaving you stuck in there, fumbling in the dark for the alarm.

Past images of you sitting on the floor surrounded by the half-dismembered animal suits, flooded your brain; they didn't scare you though, just pissed you off beyond all belief. You'd waited 25 minutes with only your phone touch for Mr Afton to get off his arse to let you out, your grievance greeted with him laughing and telling you he was going to take it off your clock.

Anyhow, you walked to the back stores thinking about what you could wedge to keep them doors open, your mind tickled by the thought of that slush being a stain on the carpet by now. It didn't take that long, though, and you grab your badge on your lanyard to swipe against the scanner thing.

Approval flashed green on the screen and you opened the door.

The sight before you was horrifying. Snatching all sense from you, filling your veins with the icy blockages of fear. The first thing you could comprehend was the blood. There was so much blood. Burgundy pools of it seeping slowly across the concrete floor towards your frame in the door.

Following it, you see a crouched figure in the middle of the room. A slumped stance you knew only too well: Mr Afton. Your mind burned with the thought that maybe he'd hurt himself, stuttering over the same thought again and again like a glitch, only to notice the legs peeking out from behind his frame. They were... short.

Your hand reaches automatically to your mouth to stifle the gasp torn from you at the realisation. Your whole form flinching as the unmistakable sound of a metal object being placed heavily beside the corpse. Looking to the left of the man to see a knife drenched in blood just below his shaking fingertips.

It kicked in, then. The adrenaline. The desperate, clasping, clawing need to survive. You step back slowly, careful to be silent so the monster in front of you doesn't hear anything. God knows what would happen if he saw you. Stepping back again, you grasp the door, slowly pulling it shut. Completely inaudible... until the knowing click of the shutting.

From inside, the man's head turned instantly, a wolf hearing the snapping of a twig. Someone was outside. And not only that they had opened the door and seen him. Here. Like this. An inconvenience to say the least.

He stood quickly, plotting how long it would take someone to run through the corridors, concluding that he could catch them. He had the sheer determination. Catching this person was his freedom. His LIFE. Didn't cross his mind for a second that it was yours, too.

You escaped. Tearing through the building and outside.You knew you wouldn't - no, couldn't stop til you got home and away. The fear didn't subside for a moment. But you tried to comfort yourself with the thought that although you'd been detected, you were still undiscovered. He knew someone saw him, but not that it was you. You made it. You survived. Now, what could you do? The police... that poor child...

He'd grabbed the door handle, breathing heavy, ready to give chase. But it didn't budge an inch.

The deadlock. The fucking deadlo- He nearly laughed. What were the chances? The amusement was fleeting, and the killer struck the metal door with such fury it made you flinch from halfway down the corridor.

No, you couldn't go to the police. He'd know it was you. Henry would tell him he'd sent you there. And he knew where you lived. It was rough and all. No one would help you here, no family either. It was your life in the balance. And you reached the devastating conclusion that you were scared into silence. Resolute that your words would change nothing. The deed was done.

For a while, he waited for your move. Expecting coppers on the door any day, so sure they'd be after him, but comfortable in the knowledge that he'd disposed of everything. What's a crime without a corpse?

You were a fool for that. But also because the corridor outside the stores had cameras. And a quick review of the footage showed Afton the scampering frame of one of his employees.

How the terror became you. Such wide eyes, so wide he took notice even through the pixelated video. You were quite the beautiful little thing like that.

It didn't pass him by that seeing you scared and thinking it stunning was wrong. But it was all wrong already anyway. So he indulged it.

The police did come eventually, but only to ask about a missing child. Not a murdered one. Then it hit him: you'd kept quiet. How utterly delightful. Why you had was a mystery to him, but it burned him with curiosity. And he was eager to pry that answer out of you. After all, you looked so sweet and scared.

However, you didn't show up to work that week. Or the week after. Not that he blamed you, you were certainly rattled and with good reason. Though he was growing more sure that he wouldn't hurt you... not that much. Not unless he had to.

He grew tired of waiting.

The knock at your door was unexpected, you hadn't left the house for a fortnight. Trapped behind a waterfall of fear.

You opened it on the latch and quickly attempted to shut it at the crushing sight before you. Fear was deep set in your bones, making your hands shake, and your knees go weak in your attempt at shutting this monster out.

"Come on." He mocked, his foot firmly lodged between the door and frame, stopping you in your tracks. "Let me in, sweetheart." It was so sweetly said, but one look at his blown pupils was like looking into Medusa's eyes.

"Please, Mr Afton... I don't..." You started begging through the door, stepping back in terror, thoughts running in circles of how you could get away. Windows? Doors? No. Could you hide? The bed? The cupboards?

Whilst you begged gibberish, lost in the thought of getting him away, a blade caught the light as it peered round the door. Hooking under the latch and slowly jigging it along until it clinked its defeat, shortly followed by a sob from you.

As he stepped through, pressing the door shut behind him and slowly locking it too, you dropped to your knees involuntarily. It was like your body admitted defeat even though you were flooded by fight or flight, leaving you a sobbing, shivering mess. Unintelligible words leaving your lips without your acknowledgement.

"Easy now. Why on earth are you on the floor?" He spoke interspersed with chuckles, finding you heart-wrenchingly pathetic.

"Please, Mr Afton. Don't... I won't- I won't..." Your words were lost when he placed his hand under your chin. Pulling your gaze up to his terrifying form looking down at you.

"You won't what, sweetheart?" Oh how he enjoyed the quivering of your breathing against his thumb. It was beginning to dawn on this man how intertwined fear and arousal really were.

He prompted your response again by humming. And you inhale heavily before trying to articulate your point.

"I won't tell anyone what- what I saw."

"Huh." He laughed, his grip under your chin becoming a little tighter. How sweet.

"Really." You gripped his arm in a sudden aching fit of begging. "I swear- please just let me- I've kept quiet until now. You can trust me."

"That is true... but is that enough?" By now his grip was so rough it was leaving bruises under your jaw. More tears were forced out of your eyes, pain blooming cruelly.

"I-I..." He cut you off, lifting a finger against your lips.

"Shush shush shush, now. I'm not going to do anything. I'll give you a chance..." He bent down slightly, his breath close to your skin. "Prove to me that I can trust you..."

Looking at him, your legs tense. "Wha- how?"

"Show me just how pretty you can be."

#fnaf #william afton #fnaf william afton #fnaf x reader #william afton x you #william afton x reader #five nights at freddy's

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streaminn · 11 months

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(Yoko and Wednesday are roommates. Warning for creepy people, murder, and gore. Mostly from Hyde-Tyler getting murdered.)

"Why'd you do it, Addams?" Wednesday doesn't halt in hitting her typewriter keys; she barely acknowledges Yoko's presence in their shared dorm.

"I've done nothing, Tanaka."

"Oh, ho, ho. Well, well, well," Yoko says. Wednesday can hear her snarky grin in her voice, "but you have. They found a body in the woods." That grabs the seer's interest. She turns around to face her roommate.

"A body?" Yoko grins, fangs out and gleaming.

"A body. Intact for the most part, which seems odd for you. I do have to say, good on you for picking targets. Apparently, the guy was big-shot journalist's son, who got off charges of being a creep because he's daddy's got power."

Wednesday nods, "the Fitzpatrick's son. A most fine target; on that we agree." She turns to face her typewriter once more. "But I wasn't being deceitful when I said this kill wasn't mine. Unfortunate, too. I'd love to have this one added to my record."

Yoko visibly deflates, dramatically falling onto her bed and spreading out.

"Dammit! I bet Divina 20 dollars it was you..."

"I am flattered you think it was mine, truly."

Yoko sighs, dejected.

She sits up.

"Maybe it was the Nevermore Monster!" She wiggles her fingers, making a low 'oooooo' sound.

"The Nevermore Monster? What is that?"

Yoko blinks.

"You don't know the Nevermore Monster? It fits, like, 80% of your interests. All the way up your ally." Wednesday scoff.

"Are you insinuating I'm a liar?"

"I ain't callin' you a truther!"

"Why would I lie about that?! If I knew of a man-murdering monster around Nevermore, I'd tell everyone that came too close that I'd call for it to eat them." Wednesday rips out her paper and sets it in the box with the others. She stands up, and grabs a flashlight.

"Where are you going?" Wednesday calls out for thing, stopping so the hand can climb her and rest on her shoulder.

"To look for the monster." She walks to the window.

"What?! Are you crazy? If Weems finds out, you're dead!"

"Good thing my roommate won't tell on me," she turns to face the vampire, staring her in the eyes. "Otherwise I'll tell Fisher about her photo album of her." Yoko's hands tighten.

"Oh, you little—" she punches the air, grinding her teeth.

"I'll be back later. Or maybe the monster will eat me." She turns back to the window. Opens it, then steps out.

"What bliss."

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Wednesday honestly wasn't expecting to find much; a particularly hungry animal if anything. Though, most animals never attack humans, and even fewer eat them. A pity, really.

She's near the edge of the woods when she hears this... sound. It sounds like a wolf and a person yelling at once, like they came from the same throat.

Thing jumps off and runs back to the dorms.

Coward.

There's a low, heavy thumping, akin someone taking large rocks and slamming them down.

She looks for the source and sees nothing. The moon's mostly out, providing some natural lighting.. Her flashlight helps brighten things up when she can't quite make them out.

There's a massive fallen log and she has to walk over it. It's so thick she has to lift her leg past her stomach just to get over it.

She's only a few yards from it when she hears a bone-rattling crunch!

She turns around, and sees the log is snapped clean in half, a figure retreating into the shadows.

Her right hand reaches for a knife, the left one holding her flashlight in a white-knuckle grip.

The figure of the thing dashes around until her back hits a tree. She runs away, sprinting until she finds a hiding spot. The monster sniffs around for her, and when it finds her little hiding spot, it stares at her. It lowers itself to the ground.

And she just stares at the almost-person that stares back. Its body is hidden behind the bushes and a fallen tree, leaving just its human-looking skull shown.

The —person? They look so human— thing looks almost normal. So close, but it's just off in a way that has even Wednesday's skin crawling.

It's arms (what she can see, anyways) are long and thin, like tree branches. It's teeth are bared in what seems to be curiosity, and they look like needles. It's eyes have a pitch black sclera, the color other color being the blue rings of it's eyes. It's got deer-antlers, thick like a buck's.

Its claws are wolf-like, and massive.

"What are you?" She whispers

An elongated ear swishes. There's fur on it. A tail thumps the ground behind it.

It's mouth moves, and for the first time Wednesday realizes it has lips.

"Roo—" the thing pauses, and stares at her harder. "Rah." It sticks its oddly human lips out in a pout and glares at them. Its glaring at its mouth, Wednesday realizes; its angry that it can't talk to her.

"The Nevermore Monster." She says. The thing's head dips in a sort of nod, blinking its bright eyes at her.

"Mmm." Wednesday, despite herself, smiles.

"You can communicate!" She takes one of her knives off her belt and tosses it to the ground, right in front of the thing's eyesight.

Its sheath and handle is black, the metal a dark red color.

"ROW." The thing growls, swiping at the sheath. When the knife falls out of the ruined leather, it takes the knife and holds it, inspecting it. Twirling it this way and that.

"Rooooooooooo." The thing starts purring. It places the knife on the ground and starts pawing at it, flinging it one way, stopping it, when flinging it the opposite way.

"Do you not like black?" She can't help but feel... bad. She adores black, but this monster doesn't seem to share her color-scheme.

Does the monster like her?

The beast tilts its head, then looks her up and down.

"Rah!" Its head bobs.

"Do you even understand me?"

"Raw!" Wednesday blinks at the mammoth thing.

"Okay."

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("How was it meeting the Nevermore Monster?" Yoko'd asked, teasing.

Wednesday scoff, pressing her typewriter's keys.

"There's so much blood." She writes.

"There was no monster, Tanaka." She lies.

"A monster's roar shakes the ground we stand on."

"I should've known better than to believe gossip.")

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She's found out a lot. Like the fact that the monster needs so much food. She lead a dozen cattle one night and there wasn't even bone left over. Except for a skull that she got to keep.

Yoko screamed when she saw it on Wednesday's desk.

It's become a routine: Wednesday goes and does all the work she has to, goes to the store after curfew, and finds little snacks and foods for the beast to taste.

She's named her.

Enid.

The beast had chittered at the name, wiggling pointy ears and cooing like a bird. She liked it.

She also found that she doesn't hate black; she likes black on Wednesday at least. her favorite color is pink.

Wednesday had to buy a shirt and pants so big she could sleep in them like a blanket, and they barely fit her the monster.

Enid likes pink most, she learns. She has Thing pick up the most expensive, high-quality clothing she can get custom-made. Enid teared through the gloves she was given, which Wednesday doesn't mind. She likes getting to see the claws.

Wednesday needs to use gloves to touch the repugnant clothing. At least Enid likes them.

She wonders if Enid would like to try something that isn't meat for once. She should get some apples for her to try.

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"We're almost there." She says, dragging a boy the hand. He's been caught several times being uncomfortably close to people, ignoring requests to stop talking to someone, and at one point, got caught spying on people through their windows.

Apparently, it's the brother of the Fitzpatrick's boy that went missing.

She guesses the apple got thrown from branch to branch.

"Good, because this date is gonna be awesome!" She needed some way to get him to the woods. If she lied about wanting to kiss (the idea makes her shudder.) Him, then it's her business.

She lets go of him and ignores the itching need to wash her hands raw, turns, and points at a large rock.

"Wait here."

She doesn't listen to his whining questioning before she hops over a thick tree root, sliding down a hill into a little alcove between trees and dirt.

Enid blinks her not-human-not-animal eyes at her when she pushes the brush of leaves of her makeshift door aside.

"Greetings, Enid." She pets on the monster's head when she dips her head down in greeting. "I have a gift." Enid's eyes get big, she looks like an excited cat.

"Raaaa?" She growls lowly in question.

"Follow me." She leads Enid out from her little hole-in-the-wall and up the hill.

The Fitzpatrick's boy is still there, his back to them.

"Enid?" Her head turns to face Wednesday, massive teeth showing in her confusion.

"Roooow?" He turns around when he hears Enid's low rumbles. He stands up and walks backwards, tripping over the stone he sat on, looking at Enid in fear.

"What the fuck is that?!"

Wednesday points at the petrified, shaking boy with a glee she hasn't felt since she first met Enid.

"Fetch."

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("Did you hear about the other Fitzpatrick's kid? Apparently, they found his body torn to pieces! They said his entrails were found tossed onto the top of a tree 30 feet away, and that his limbs were just gone!" Wednesday rolls her eyes at her roommate, her face blank.

"The Nevermore Monster, I presume?"

Yoko rolls her eyes this time, looking at the cattle skull. Its large horns and picked-clean bone.

"Maybe.")

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Wednesday knew it— she fucking knew it. She knew something was off about Tyler, and she knew it would bite her in the ass. But she had to fucking fall to comphet. She just had to.

And now, here she is, running from the goddamn Hyde, trying to find a way to kill it. She has an idea.

She runs to the woods.

She can feel her neck bruise and her throat ache from where it choked her.

"Enid!" She calls out. The Hyde's growling rings out in the dark of the forest.

It sounds like it's right behind her.

"En—" there's a deeper, much louder roar and a slam, then the wet snap of bone.

She turns around so fast her braids whip her skin. She draws a knife.

She never got to see all of Enid, even though she gave her clothing. She always hid herself behind trees and bushes and shrubby. Wednesday never got to see her stand all the way up.

Enid is massive.

The Hyde is also giant, but Enid almost dwarfs it. Her hands are almost big enough to crush the Hyde completely.

The bigger sweeter monster turns to her. She can tell something's changed since they last spoke; Enid's head shape is different and her antlers look much sharper, she's bigger than before. She's covered in fur.

"Enid?" A bushy tail swings behind her. The Hyde gets up slowly. It's so small compared to Enid, Wednesday doesn't see it until it's got its arms closing around the beast.

"Enid!" Her warning doesn't come out in time for Enid to react. The Hyde might be much smaller, but it's fast and no less strong.

It throws Enid through a tree, slamming her back into a hard stone.

There's a snap! and Enid whining.

"Enid..." she promised to never again weep, but she's crying now— sobbing silently while Enid fights for both their lives.

She grips her knife and waits.

The Hyde has big bug eyes. She's going to stab them.

She doesn't need to wait long; she can feel the wind of Enid's swing, sending the Hyde sailing over her head. She runs at it.

It's left forearm is gone, a bleeding stump with bone sticking out being all that's left.

its eyes (big, nasty eyes) blink stupidly when it realizes what Wednesday is about to do.

She jumps and drives the knife through its right eye, feeling all of the blood and tissue and nerves give way under her weapon.

The Hyde roars, smacking Wednesday with it's stump into a tree, knocking the wind out of her. She can hear its pain.

She grins.

She can feel Enid running into the Hyde, a deep thud as she slams the weaker monster into a tree.

She gets up the best she can, clutching her stomach as she limps past a tree to watch them fight.

The Hyde is on its stomach, wriggling like a worm to escape Enid's hold.

Enid has a clawed hand balled into a fist as Wednesday gets past the tree that stops her from seeing what's happening. She has one hand pressing on the Hyde's chest, the other aiming.

Enid brings her fist down on the Hyde's skull. An earth-shaking screech comes from it.

Wednesday watches as Enid does it again.

Then again.

She can see its brain

It's only after the 11th time does Enid stop. She flips the Hyde over, unhinges her jaw and bites on its throat. With a quick jerk, she rips its jugular out. She turns her head and spits it out. Her maw is covered in blood.

"Enid?" She whispers, awestruck.

"Ren—" Enid rasps, licking her lips. "Wednes... 'ay?" She tries.

"Yes!" Wednesday's face breaks out into a wide grin as Enid says her name. "That's my name! You can speak!"

Enid's eyes glow, before she starts shaking.

"Are you hurt badly?"

Enid shakes her head and takes a step back. Her fur starts reverting into her skin, her bones crunching as they shift and shorten down. When the sounds stop and Enid's no longer shrinking, she still towers of Wednesday.

Enid flops over on her side, her clothing torn to pieces. Wednesday dashes to her side and places a hand on her ribs. There's a bruise.

"Enid? Are you harmed?" Enid shakes her head, long arms pulling Wednesday in for a hug.

She doesn't pull away.

"I..." she hesitates, questioning if she should do this. "I know of a way to help wounds heal faster." She swallows. "If you would let me?"

Enid nods. "Raw!"

Wednesday nods, both to Enid and herself, before leaning down under Enid's arms and pressing a kiss to her bruise. Enid's tail thumps faster.

"Did that help?"

Enid's tail somehow gets even faster. Then stops.

Enid stares at her face, almost glaring.

"What?" She wipes a hand down her face, looking at it and only seeing the Hyde's blood. "It's the Hyde's bl—" she stops.

Enid's staring at her mouth. She touches her lip, and winces when she feels that it's bruised.

Her eyes widen.

"Enid..." she puts her hands up to placate the thing, backing up slowly.

Enid rises to her feet, just as slowly inching towards her.

"Wait—" Enid tackles her, licking at her face like a dog. "No!"

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"Sooooooooo, Addams..." Yoko starts. It's been a week since the Hyde's body was found brutally mangled in the woods. "How was your murder date with the Nevermore Monster?" She does her finger wiggle again.

"I haven't a clue what you speak of, Tanaka." She hits her keys slightly easier than before.

There's been a stalker lurking near the dorms. They went after Eugene.

"Uh-huh. And I'm sure your little love letter has nothing to do with it at alllllll." She drawls.

"I will put garlic in your blood pouches."

"Jeez, so mean!"

Wednesday stands up and walks the window, opening it.

"If you hear screams coming from the the woods," she steps out onto the balcony, "no you didn't." She closes the window.

-Writer Anon. (Sorry this took so long!)

I'm on phone and I'm just constantly scrolling up and down to write thoughts gimme a sec

Playing my spooky Playlist!! Also don't be sorry for taking long, all art takes time mate!!

Omygod this is so cute, ofcourse Wednesday would love the creepy creature in the woods

Give me a sec

I just love the lil Wednesday and Yoko snippets, they would be lovely friends and ENID JUST

FETCHING THROPHIES FOR WEDNESDAY BC OFCOURSE SHE WOULD

She totally would, I'm so proud of her

Wednesday leading bad people for her Gf to eat, we love a good care giver yall and then her going to buy Enid several clothes too?

Me when

And then Wednesday introducing the kiss the wound better,, and Enid immedietely doing so afterwards, omygod these people are simps holy shit

It's adorable, I'm so glad Enid wears such horrendous colors bc can you imagine it being stained with blood bc it totally would be stained with blood

NOT ENID HAVING A BIGGER FORM FOR ESSENTIALLY WOLFING OUT

That's so cool, holyshit and YEAHH GET YOUR ASS BEST TYLER WOOOO

Man, that stalker is going to get eaten 💀 not feeling sorry at all, I can't wait to see it.

How do you think the Addams family would react to Enid? I think they'd be delighted

Overall, lovely story a million out of ten, I love it so much writer anon :-:: I'm honored to have you send me these

#Writer anon #Wenclair #My art #Writing

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cloudninetonine · 10 months

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Ya'll, I had the motivation to write about my Linksona so please forgive my cringe 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 Seeing as I can't draw you'll have to endure my words instead.

But I made it more enjoyable by putting Player in, I'm so smart.

Also tired, I need to stop writing at fuck all o'clock- please forgive me for any potential mistakes.

Warnings: Mentions of stalking, slight mention of body horror, this story is supposed to have a more creepy/scary feel to it so just in case, little mention of blood, mention of death and decapitation

“....there’s something wrong with this Hyrule.”

Uttered by the light of the fire, no one seemed to fight the words. A spell cast over the whole lot, you couldn’t help but watch them all- silent, watching, waiting.

It scared you. Not a single one of the boys had relaxed ever since stepping through the portal, into the freezing temperatures of the horrid night. Snow graced every step you took, the cold air sneaking under you clothes and chilling you right to the bone. It was too cold, not even a special item seemed to keep away the frost and left every single one of you shivering before you finally ducked into the nearest cave you could find.

That wasn’t the worst of it.

Something was following you.

Word had worked it’s way up the Chain, starting from the trailing head and leading right to the leading as you traversed. You hadn’t been informed until you were finally settled in the cave, cuddled next to Hyrule’s surprisingly warm side when he whispered softly into your ear the words that had been fleeting in the moments earlier.

“Something has followed us.” You tensed, eyes widening as you glanced over to him with a frightened gaze. He looked sympathetic. “I did not want to worry you, but I also did not want to leave you in the dark any longer.”

A quick glance around the group showed their guards, not a single back open to the mouth of the cave.

You burrowed yourself into his side, terrified.

“...Is it Dink?”

“No I do not believe so.”

“Then what is it…?”

He tightened his arm around you protectively, “I am unsure.”

And thus those words have slipped right from your mouth. “....there’s something wrong with this Hyrule.”

And the man couldn’t help but agree.

Your eyes stayed glued to the mouth of the wave with a similar sense of foreboding that cast over the entire group. Watching, as the snow fell to create a carpet of white on the dense forest floor, the trees shaking in the breeze of the winter night and with a mist of cold gliding along without a care in sight. As beautiful as it was unsettling, you couldn’t really bathe in the sight when every little nerve danced with adrenaline and readied for fight or flight.

Courage ran every single one of these men, even that fourteen year old just a little right of you, and here you were so close to pissing your own fucking pants.

Glancing over you noticed something in the dark, a chill running up your spine.

Two glowing dots, just between the trees.

“I…”

Your throat dried up, body sinking back into the wall of the cave hoping desperately that it would swallow you whole and spit you back out into a place that wasn’t here. Terrified. You were terrified. No logic, nor reason could help you in this time of peril. A wolf in the forest? No. Your own fear playing tricks, hallucinations haunting your mind? No- you were certain that what you were seeing was real and two feral eyes were staring right at you from within the darkness of the night. Was that what was stalking you? Following you? You-

Epona’s incessant neighs brought you back, eyes snapping towards the mare as she whined and stood, her hooves kicking against the ground as Twilight stood just to her side protectively. Actually, everyone was standing, hands resting on swords and some already pulled as they all focused on the-

…the man standing, staring at you all.

When had he appeared?

“Weary travellers,” He spoke, his voice monotone with not a shred of emotion in his eyes, “It is not safe here, it is best you come with me to shelter.”

That wasn’t a hylian, the doubt strong in your mind. It spoke wrong. It looked wrong. It felt wrong. The uncanny valley was too great for you to deny, it had hylian features, it had a hylian face but there wasn’t a doubt it was a monster in disguise. But not a Yiga, no, their disguises didn't give off this aura- this was way worse.

First scowled, “I know you were a mask, monster, take it off and face us with dignity.”

The thing’s eye twitched and you felt your own hand twitch, the blue of your Sheikah mark slowly blooming into a yellow.

If it attacked, you’d stasis it.

You’d protect yourself and the boys.

Not that they needed it.

“I am a man, just like you.” The words lacked convincing, something shifting in its face- a fire’s shadow couldn’t hide such tricks. “Come with me and I will lead you all to safety.”

It made you sick from just how inhuman it obviously was and how hard it still tried to convince you.

The sound of metal sliding out of it’s sheath pulled your attention to Sky as he readied Fi in his hands, the Master Sword glowing faintly with the power of her holy light. Her sight was relieving, the sword of her hum working to ease your pounding heart and you glanced back at the monster that stared at Sky with wide, dead eyes.

“You…” It hissed, it’s voice a very quick shift from its earlier tone. “Hero of Courage…”

A crack.

A pop.

It’s face began to slowly morph, the boys raising their swords all ready-

When a sword sliced right through its neck and it’s severed head fell heavy to the stony floor, a gargled scream of both pain and anger causing you to slam your hands around your ears in an attempt to save yourself (a little too late) from the absolutely scarring sound.

Blood pooled around the monster, it’s fierce face still frozen in that vicious look before it poofed away like any other monster, leaving behind usual monster part drops in its wake.

Another man now stood in the mouth of a cave more hylian than the last, wiping down his blade before expertly sheathing it back away as he met the eyes of the understandably wary group.

“I apologise.” He spoke, voice quite dull but still holding a human emotion. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you all but it is much better for a sneak attack with such monsters.”

No one spoke a word, the man did a once over.

“Are any of you hurt?”

His gaze fell to you and you paused, taking him in. Clad in an intimidating set of dark armour, with a very thick and warm looking fur cloak settled on his shoulders, the man seemed to tower over you all in the group, with the obvious expectation of Mecha who stayed crouched just a few inches before you and still very ready to pounce. Dirty blonde curls blew with the wind accompanied by a thick beard and moustache for extra protection from the cold. A pale complexion that almost didn’t stand out in the white of the snow had it not been from the red of his blush and his eyes…you had seen those eyes.

Where had you seen those eyes? Almost inhuman but not quite there, greyish blue looking at you curious, probably studying you similar to how you studied them.

“Is your friend hurt?” He asked suddenly, some turning to you. “They look unwell.”

Hyrule rushed over with words of comfort as he helped you unfurl yourself from your panicked ball, helping you to stand while Time and First took attention by stepping forward.

“Are you alright?” Hyrule asked, grasping your cheek and looking at you properly, “Hurt? Do you feel ill?”

“Just a little scared, Hyrule, that’s all.” An understatement, you were close to having a heart attack. “That monster was creepier than usual.”

He cringed, “I didn’t think you would have to experience one like them.”

“Huh? You’ve seen them before?”

“Yes, just once, but…well, let’s say courage can only do so much when you’re separated.”

You shivered at the thought. It was already horrid enough with the group, you couldn’t even begin to think of the horror that would come with it alone.

“How did you know we were here?” Time asked and the two of you turned, watching as the old man, even then, tried to intimidate the taller man. To his credit, he didn’t seem the least bit affected "And what was that creature?”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You do not know of a bugge?”

“We’re not from around him.” Twilight responded, still trying to calm Epona’s jitters. “We’re…travellers.”

“...A bugge is an infected monster from Ganon’s curse.” Everyone tensed at the word, “I was following it when it began to follow something else- which was you all. Despite it’s obvious tricks the monster did not lie, this area is not safe and it would be best to travel to Castle Town. I can lead you there”

Castle Town. You were close to Castle Town, that was good to know.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Legend snarked, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare. “By yourself in the middle of a dangerous forest, somehow tracking the exact monster that lead you to us- quite the coincidence.”

The man glanced to him, eyes still near inhuman. “Are you saying I am a monster?”

“No, but I am saying you’re not very trustworthy.” The Veteran scowled. “So why should we trust you?”

He seemed to take in those words for a moment, staring at the blonde with a dull look that only made him shift uncomfortably as time ticked by- Legend was right. You couldn’t just trust him, you didn’t know who he was and as the Veteran had discussed this was indeed quite the coincidence, especially with your band of heroes.

But then again you felt the caution wasn’t needed, looked at the new face with a feeling that you shared similar to all the men who surrounded you- comfort. Safety. There was an inkling scratching at the back of your mind and you wondered if the assumption that formed from it was correct.

The man zoned back in, blinking. “I have no words to convince you.”

Legend huffed.

“But with the sword the seals the darkness strapped to his back-” He turned towards Sky who straightened, Fi resuming her humming. “I don’t see why you would need to worry, she would have already warned you if I possessed danger.”

“You know of the Master Sword.” Warriors concluded. “Not many we have come across do.”

“I remember the blade that allowed me to end the monster, Ganon.”

Wait, that meant…

“Your name?”

“I believe you already know.” He stood a little taller, a spark of Courage within that greyish blue.

“I am Link, Hero of Hyrule.”

Another hero.

#cloud rambles #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #linksona

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yandere!chrollo/phinks/feitan and what they make you wear

tags: implied fem reader, yanderes being creeps, extremely biased clothing selection lmao I basically pulled half of these from my own boards

chrollo

I have to agree with the general consensus that chrollo is a collarbones and thigh man, but may I also offer: the space between the neck and shoulder, and the soft tummy area between your hips. so naturally, lots of wide, low cut necklines and fabric that hugs your waist and shows every soft curve

I’m imagining soft, feminine silhouettes and fine fabrics that show every detail of skin underneath. I think he would even intentionally select fabrics that are fine enough to be see-through under the right lighting, so when you put it on in your room everything looks good, but when you step in front of a window he can see the outline of your body and your underwear. he’s sort of a creep he just does a very good job of hiding it lmao

skirts skirts skirtsss unless you’re vehemently opposed, there would be basically no pants in your wardrobe. skirts and dresses only. he loves the silhouette of a long sweeping maxi skirt but also the flirtatiousness of a hem that hits right below your ass

I can see him coming up behind you while you’re wearing a dress and striking up a casual conversation, but the whole time he’s got his hands loosely fisted in the fabric of the skirt, caressing your hips and playing with it just enough to make you think he’s about to lift it a little bit too high. just enough that you can feel the hem brush against your ass and worry that your panties will show. I hate him

pics below the cut for your convenience:

feitan

when he first takes you, I don’t think he would bother to put any thought into your wardrobe. he’d probably just give you whatever clothes were the easiest for him to get ahold of, and I doubt they would be the most flattering or even fit properly. imagine he just walks in with a walmart bag one day and hands you like five of those $10 tshirts that say shit like “I DON’T WANT TO ADULT TODAY.” what if he hands you one of those violently yellow minion shirts. I might kill myself and he does it on purpose too

HOWEVER I don’t think that would necessarily last forever. I’m still not over the fact that’s he’s into Trevor Brown’s art, which if you’re unfamiliar with, features a lot of creepy-cute style girls in lolita-esque clothing. I feel like eventually he’d realize that he’s wasting a perfect opportunity by making you walk around in unflattering stained tshirts when he could be dressing you up like a paper doll in whatever he wants

I’m imagining white for his darling, or maybe even really soft pastels, especially pinks. he likes the innocence of it, how sharply it contrasts with his own personality and aesthetic. I think he enjoys the feeling of being some kind of “big bad wolf” or the “monster under the bed” with you, and this would even further highlight the power imbalance between you

I love the idea of his darling in babydoll dresses and nightgowns, frilly and flowy and almost infantilizing. honestly though I feel like his taste in clothes would be sort of shit so I have taken many liberties with the example pics PLEASE if you have to be kidnapped the least he could do is let you look cute ffs

phinks

ASS MAN ASS MAN ASS MAN you can’t blame the guy for just wanting to see some cheeks

booty shorts, those skin-tight flare pants with the patterns…you know the ones, the ultimate butt-flattering pants. the man is constantly horny, he would have you walking around naked if he could

I don’t think he would force you to wear anything. he would just be so handsy whenever you did put on the clothes he picked for you, he would not hold back with the praise and you would be 100% aware of how smoking hot he thinks you are in that outfit. you would realize very quickly how much it improves his mood to see you like this, and you could absolutely use it your advantage. the man would be willing to get you anything and dish out a lot of privileges just to see some ass peeking out of a pair of stupidly short shorts

#yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #this is so self indulgent look away right now #spent 30 minutes trying to find good plus size examples and damn…Pinterest really is a barren wasteland for anyone above size 4 huh #hxh.ll #feitan.ll #chrollo.ll #phinks.ll #my works.ll

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