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generalllimaginesss · 5 months

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"If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you” with Jack.

I can only imagine what it would be like to have fans attack you if you were publicly dating him. I feel like Jack is so conscious of this. And he’s just soft boyfriend Jack trying to block out the unnecessary noise.

Maybe they just went public and she’s getting a lot of hate and it’s making her insecure. And Jack reminds her that it’s just them against the world and the only people whose opinions matter are their family and friends who love her.

Warnings: self depreciation, insecurities, self image issues, etc. Please don't read if you're not in a good headspace!!!

This is probably my favorite thing that I’ve written. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

plus size! reader x Jack Hughes

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You knew that dating somebody in the limelight would have its challenges. Hell, dating an average person was hard. But nothing could have prepared you for the magnitude of hate that hit as soon as Jack went public with your relationship.

It wasn't like the relationship was new. The two of you had been dating for almost a year before he decided to post you on his Instagram. You let Jack set the pace since he was used to the attention. He could let things go in one ear and out the other a lot easier than you could. He was almost conditioned to be able to do that. You, on the other hand, took everything very personally. Every comment about your weight, about what you wore, about how Jack looked miserable with you, they all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You didn't understand why all of these people were coming at you saying so many horrible things, but Jack tried his best to ease your mind and remind you that at the end of the day it was you and him.

He did a really good job at this normally, but he was away on a roadie for a few days and things began to get really bad. This started when you saw a fan account for Jack post something about how Jack downgraded from Sienna to you and all of the comments agreeing.

It was like a rabbit hole...once you clicked on that post it led you to many others. They all made you feel like shit, but when people started commenting on your body, saying that they "didn't know Jack dated plus size girls," it hurt. Your body was yours. It wasn't like you could just zip it off and find a new one, but if you could you would, just to shut the comments up.

You spent the 3 days Jack was gone in a really dark depression. No laundry was done, you hadn't showered, and you barely could make yourself get out of bed to brush your teeth. Dishes piled in the sink, but you couldn't make yourself do them. You knew the signs of your depression, but you welcomed them in a way, almost like a coping mechanism. Not allowing people to see you was the only way the haters couldn't get new material. Was it a healthy way to cope? Obviously not, but it was what worked in the moment.

As soon as Jack walked through the front door, returning from the games, he could tell something wasn't right. You always kept up with the chores when he was away, normally making the house spotless before he got back. So when he saw the state of the kitchen and eventually the rest of the house, he knew something was off.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw that you were pretty much in the same spot he left you in he immediately dropped his bags and climbed into the bed with you, forcing you to look at him.

He gently shifted your body to face him, cupping your cheek gently with his hand.

"Baby, what happened," He made note of the streaks that stained your face, probably from countless hours of crying. He wanted to make them disappear immediately. You were his happy-go-lucky, carefree girl. You danced around the house all the time, singing whatever song was playing. This side of you was uncharted territory that he wanted to take away so bad.

"I just need you to hold me," You began to hyperventilate, worried that if he didn't hold you that he would leave you. Even though that would never in a million years cross his mind. But he did as you asked, and whether it was for 5 minutes or 30 minutes, he didn't know. He held you until you pulled away.

"Can we talk about it?" Jack asked, pulling the hair that crusted on your cheek from the tears out of your face. He treated you like you were fragile, and you hated that he felt that way.

"It's just the comments, Jack. I'm already insecure sometimes and these people come at me in so many horrible ways," You began to explain, loose tears streaming down your face, but you were composed otherwise.

"They compare me to Sienna, and God, I know I'm not as pretty as her. They tell me I'm fat and that they didn't know you dated "fat" girls. It's just insane. Do they not realize that I actually am a real person with real emotions? Do they know that I've believed, at some point in time, the things they are saying? I've worked so hard to get to this place where I'm at, to love who I am, and within the span of 3 days they just tear it all down," You let the words just flow from your mouth, whatever thought that comes to mind is voiced to Jack.

"Baby, they don't care. They don't care because they're jealous," He tries to soothe you, but it almost made you mad. Not at Jack, but at the whole situation.

"What the fuck are they jealous of? My thighs that I cover with leggings and pants so that I won't have to go through the pain of them chafing? Are they jealous of the fucking stretch marks that go up my stomach, so I refuse to wear regular bikini bottoms? I mean what the fuck, do they want my anxiety and depression? I will gladly give them that..." The tears were beginning to pick up, but Jack continued to rub your back, waiting to get the chance to speak again.

"I know you could have any girl you wanted. It makes me sick when I see some blonde walk past that looks like she stepped out of a magazine because I know that's what you deserve. You don't deserve this. You're Jack fucking Hughes," You looked at him, your lip quivering. You were going to say something else, but Jack put his finger on your lips, gently stopping you from continuing.

"You gotta stop that. I can't let you keep putting yourself down like this, not when I love you with my whole fucking heart," He began.

"First off, I had that. I had whatever you consider a girl walking out of a magazine is. Look how that turned out. It didn't, did it? You don't look like Sienna, and I'm so fucking glad because I don't want her kind of beautiful. I want your kind. I want to see all of the things on your body that show me that you lived. I don't want some manufactured cookie-cutter girlfriend. I want somebody that nobody else has," He pulled you in for a hug, continuing to talk while placing kisses ever so gently on your cheek and neck, looking out the window at the busyness that was the outside world. All he could think about was how you didn't see what he saw. Why couldn't you see it?

"Baby, I want you to realize something. If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you. Without a second thought, with no regrets. Every. Single. Time. You have such a special relationship with my brothers and that means the absolute world to me. They love you so much. My parents tell me I should marry you anytime that you come up in the conversation. The entire team has commented on how much happier I am with you. And if I'm being completely honest, at the end of the day I don't give a damn what anybody else has to say because it's me and you until the end. Do you understand me?" He broke the hug, cupping your face with both hands and wiping at the tears with his thumbs.

"I love you," You whisper, your voice long gone by now.

Jack pulls your forehead toward his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before letting your head go.

"I love you, too. More than you, or anybody else, will ever know. Now, I think we could go for some cleaning karaoke, yeah? I'll wash the dishes if you'll dry them," He poked at your side, trying, and succeeding, in forcing a grin on your face.

"Only if we can get a shower together afterwards," You bargained, taking in the beautiful boy.

"Deal," He says and drags you off to the kitchen, connecting his phone the the speaker and blaring Dierks Bentley's new song "Beer at My Funeral," occasionally twirling you in a circle.

The water may or may not have gotten everywhere since Jack decided it was a good idea to spray you with the hose that connected to the sink, but he enjoyed every second that he got chased by you around the island.

Once the dishes were put up and the shower washed away the remaining bit of your depression, Jack couldn't help but to just admire you. He promised himself then that he would remind you so often of how beautiful you were so that would be the only words ringing through your head, taking up any space that the hate may have. Because it was true. You were the most beautiful and precious thing that had ever walked into his life, and he'd be damned if anyone made you feel otherwise.

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jpgmaya · 11 months

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・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐔 )

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Drew Starkey x Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: In which they're waiting and hoping you're not enough.

𝗔/𝗡: haven't posted in a while (writers block sucks), but i've been loving instagram au's so here's a little angsty thing. fc is zahara davis!

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drewstarkey happy late birthday to my favorite person in the whole world. i've been lucky to know you, even luckier to love you. you're my rock and my best friend until the end of time. you'll always have a place in my heart.

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Wicked games: part 2**

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: you and Joel have been rather timid when it came to expressing your care in physical ways. But once you get started, one lucky night, you find it’s hard to actually stop.

word count: 3.6k

WARNINGS: brief mentions of alcohol; lots of making out, fingering, handjob & blowjob, piv, cunnilingus, cockwarming.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

A/N: thank you so much @cheshire-noir for beta reading and for screaming with me about this man, I love you.

gif: @jdmorganz

If you’ve learned anything in the past two months, being with Joel Miller didn’t come short of challenges.

And there were a plethora of them.

First, he was overly-cautious. That meant that he was watching Ellie and your backs at all times. He grudgingly agreed to Ellie spending time with the other kids in Tommy and Maria’s camp, and that was only because both you and her nearly begged.

“She’ll be safe,” you told him.

Granted, you’ve used your sweetest tone that you knew would be more than influential to Joel.

“Alright,” he succumbed, much to Ellie’s excitement. “Just stay close to the other kids and don’t—“

“Got it, thanks Joel!”

And off she ran, leaving the two of you behind. You were quite amused at Joel, but you would never laugh in his face.

“—don’t run outside the fence! Just keep in the—oh, for Christ’s sake.”

“She’s gone,” you told him, stroking his arm. “Let her be a kid and have her fun.”

“Dang, it’s tough taking care of these kids.”

“Don’t I know it?”

But luckily, after that, Joel softened and warmed up to the idea of Ellie having full freedom, thus allowing her to integrate with the community and even make friends. Which meant that you and Joel had more time to spend together.

Or at least, that was the theory.

It has been a long time since either of you has gone on dates or gone further than that. Dates, you got it covered: you’ve both gotten better at it, taking it slowly and allowing each other the personal space you need in order to explore what feels right and what doesn’t. But being physical… that turned out to be the biggest challenge you and Joel had to navigate thus far.

It’s not that you were completely lost on the front of intimacy. You remember what it felt like to have someone’s body glued to yours, the first touches that set the body afire and the kisses that perpetuated the idea of neediness and that desire that nested in your belly, eager to be detonated.

It’s just that it’s been so long, you were both shy to initiate. You were both waiting for each other to start, and then your mind spun nervously, creating self-doubt and fear.

Joel certainly began to feel like this was all a bad idea. Even though the desire was there, tempting, just like you, needing to be pushed, touched.

“Where’s Ellie?” he asked one faithful evening.

You were lying down, reading a book and listening to something in the background, one of those cheesy 80s music that Joel couldn’t help but love. You stood up halfway, your eyes meeting his. “Sleepover with a few girls.”

“Oh, alright then.”

“Yeah. She’s gone for the night.”

Something clicked in Joel’s head. Interest peaked, he looked at you with a half smirk that triggered yours too.

“What?” you asked bemusedly.

“What you’re sayin’ is, we’re here by ourselves the whole night.”

“Mhm.”

You smiled as Joel approached you, lying down next to you. “What do you have in mind?” you asked him cheekily.

“If memory serves me correctly… some music and dimmed lights go a long way.”

“I might have something else to set the mood as well.”

Joel raised his eyebrows, watching you shuffle around for something unknown. He felt his heart pounding in his ears, his whole body as if it were being boiled alive. But he knew that if there were any ideal moments, this was surely of ‘em.

When you returned, Joel noticed the bottle of whiskey in your hand and the two glasses. You poured a little in each, handing one to him.

“Should I ask where this came from?”

“I wouldn’t.”

Joel chuckled, staring into the glass. “Should I be worried about it?”

“I wouldn’t.”

You drank in near-silence, thankful for the room you now shared in one of the houses of the compound. While it was true that you remained alone till tomorrow morning, you didn’t want to risk this opportunity by leaving the premises.

Soon, you were three glasses of whiskey in, cheeks flushed and bodies warm. You were lying down next to each other, giggling and sharing stories.

“You play the guitar?” you asked.

“Used to. I’m a bit rusty now.”

“Can I hear you play something?”

Joel’s stomach grumbled with worry. He chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, I’m not that good.”

“I’m sure you’re wonderful. Please?”

He couldn’t resist your sweet plea, nor your siren-like voice. There was something absolutely mesmerizing about you, your voice, your eyes… God, your eyes. It’s like they held the entire sky full of stars in them.

Still a little reluctant, Joel stood up, a little unbalanced, and brought in his guitar. It needed a bit of tuning, but it would do.

“Now, remember I haven’t really played this thing in a while,” he told you. “Only for Ellie, that one time, and it was a silly song.”

“Just play.”

Your smile was so heartwarming that Joel found it impossible to stop himself from playing that guitar. So before he knew it, his fingers were doing all the work, playing a rendition of one of your favorite songs, “I Want To Know What Love Is”. His gruff voice, in that low baritone, singing those beautiful lyrics, it was absolutely enchanting.

“Needs some work, but—”Joel tried to excuse himself.

“I think it’s great just the way that it is.”

Joel sported a half smile, feeling like a flustered teenager around you. But perhaps that was actually the charm.

“Can I try?” you asked.

“You play the guitar?”

“Seems like a good time to try.”

Amused, Joel handed you the guitar, watching you study it closely. You played a few strings randomly, causing him to chuckle further.

“Hey,” he cooed, gently touching your hand.

“That bad, huh?”

“No, no, you could be one of the greatest guitarists of this apocalyptic time.”

“Why, thank you.”

Something in the way Joel stared at you told you that the time for subtlety and flirtatious hints was over. He wanted more, and in that moment, gazing at him, you wanted more too, finally ready to move past the shyness of asking.

“I was gonna ask you—to show me what you like,” he tutted.

“What?”

“I think we’re both too old to be playing silly games. Granted, it’s been a long time since I’ve even wanted someone around me, but you… you got me feelin’ like I’m a teenager again.”

You couldn’t help the thrilled chuckle that escaped past your lips as you smiled at him.

“So I’m askin’ you to show me what you like,” he continued, hand still over yours. “Where you like to be touched and kissed. How.”

You felt your cheeks burn unusually much, your body nearly aching, longing to the point where it was getting unbearable to even breathe next to Joel. You put the guitar away, rolling enough so that you were face to face with him. The whole room seemed to smell of him: musky, earthy, and warm.

“We could start with something simple,” you teased, pulling him in.

His lips were softer than what you had expected; frankly, you thought his whole being was just rugged and tough to break, but as you were about to find out, under the right circumstances, Joel Miller could be turned into putty.

He was practically melting under your touch, but you weren’t that far off either. His beard tickled your face in the most unexpected and pleasant way, triggering sensations you long thought of as buried. The kiss remained a mere exploration, but it was getting increasingly difficult to keep it tender.

Although you were both starved, your bodies seemed to be moving on their own accord, exuding sheer neediness. Joel did his best not to whimper right there in your mouth, but it was no easy task; before he knew it, unholy sounds were leaving his throat, those of arousal and desire, his large hands gripping your waist.

You barely stopped for air in your quest for pleasure, yet you made sure to take it slow. You straddled Joel’s lap, removing your clothing one by one under his mesmerized hazel eyes. He remarked on the scars that mapped your skin, tracing each one mentally before he could do so with his lips and hands.

But then he came to realize that it was his turn to undress, and suddenly things weren’t so appealing anymore.

You saw him become fidgety and self-conscious, closing back inside his shell. You glared at him with big eyes, almost begging for him to return your look.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine,” you reassured him. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“Trust me, darlin’, if I’d want this anymore, I’d explode.”

You smiled shyly, noticing Joel’s appreciative glare over your naked body in the golden dimmed light. So wanting is not an issue.

“Then what is it?” you asked.

“Just… not sure you’d wanna see this scarred old body.”

“Joel. I want you just as you are. And scars are badass.”

“They’re ugly reminders.”

“They are not.”

So you set up to prove it to him in ways that words would never convince him. You peppered gentle kissed down his neck, your hands sneaking beneath his shirt simply to caress the skin there, and Joel whimpered, powerless under your touch.

He’d never in a million years imagined a greater temptation before him, someone so powerful bringing him to his knees in the most effortless way.

His whimpers were uncontrollable, his body a furnace, nesting a fire that begged to be released. It has been far too long, and even longer to spend aching in your presence. Your every touch, every kiss was guided by sheer desire, and Joel could feel the heat radiating from your fingertips and into the way you were touching him all over, making him painfully hard—and aware of the fact that you were butt naked, while he remained clothed.

So he changed that in an instant: your fingers and his were working in tandem to dispose of his shirt and throw it somewhere on the floor. You noticed why Joel was so self-conscious about his appearance: plenty of scars traced the surface of his surprisingly soft skin, each telling a different story. You took a moment to soak up the image, your fingers carefully touching a particular one on the right side of his abdomen, deeper than the others. Joel sighed, his chest heaving with anticipation and melancholy alike, and his eyes met yours.

“Nearly ended me, that one,” Joel explained, his voice bitter and filled with regret.

The thought of not having him—or Ellie—in your life provoked much more sorrow than you’d thought. So you programmed yourself to set the mood back by grabbing his hand into yours, guiding it to your core. You both gasped simultaneously, Joel’s eyes dropping in between your legs, watching in a trance how you pressed his fingers onto your clit. He followed your lead and dragged his index through your folds, collecting the slick that had shockingly gathered.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, and you smiled. “This what you wanted?”

“Mhm.”

Joel’s touches were tentative, merely testing you and himself, stretching both your patience thin, but they remembered their way around. You bit on your lower lip when Joel’s finger breached your entrance, soaking it completely. The sensation made him tremble almost, and his chest heaving some more.

“Is this good?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you frantically nodded.

You wanted to tell him that there was no need for the constant reassurance and checkups, but it has been over a year, and you knew him better than to insist on ignoring the little things that made Joel Miller who he was.

Your fingers set for an important task thus pressing pause on his filthy magic on your clit: with eager motions against his belt and zipper, you helped Joel out of his jeans and boxers, gulping when you noticed how hard he was. It must’ve been uncomfortable, yet you couldn’t help but feel flattered.

And oh, so needy.

You didn’t give him any warning, and neither did he when he resumed his motions over your aching cunt, his index pressing boldly inside you. Next thing he knew, your hand wrapped around his cock, fisting it ever so slightly, just to test the waters and see what Joel’s reaction was. The second your eyes locked on his figure, contorted in sheer ecstasy, you knew you’d hit the jackpot.

“Fuck,” he murmured in a guttural voice, trying to keep his voice to a minimum.

But God, how you adored listening to his grunts and helpless whimpers.

“What—what else?” he asked in a haste, to which you frowned momentarily.

“What else what?”

Goodness gracious, your voice was like honey pouring down on the warmed up skin, drizzling slowly, impossible to ignore.

“What else—do you like?” he struggled to say while you fisted his cock faster.

“I’m quite enjoying this.”

“Devil woman.”

He grinned like a madman in utter despair, breaths ragged, irregular and messy just like his mind. He’s been deprived for far too long; so long that he’d even forgotten his own touch. But this, right now? It couldn’t get any better.

And then you filthily wrapped your mouth around his cock, and Joel damn near lost his mind completely.

“Atta girl,” he groaned, resisting the urge to fist your hair. “Just like that. You keep doing that—fuck.”

With one hand you jerked him off at the base, and with your mouth you took as much as you could, listening to Joel’s moans like they’re the most fascinating record you’ve ever heard.

This shell of a man was now being broken down to his center, hopeless and desperate for any touch you’re offering him. He was weak for you, and there was no more denying that, hard as any of you might’ve tried.

“Fuck—you gotta go easy on me, baby girl—“his voice warned, thick with neediness and desire.

You released him from your mouth with a plop, the wet sound just as arousing as the filthy number you just performed on him. You smirked at him, eager to feel him; before you could wrap your hand around his length again, Joel kissed you, his lips practically devouring yours with a force and determination to be reckoned with. Soon, you found yourself writhing beneath him, legs spread to make room for him to grind in between.

His body acted like a furnace, heating you up as well. You were surprised to discover tenderness in the way his calloused hand gripped your sides, kneading the pillowy flesh like it was the most saccharine fabric he had ever felt. You didn’t beg for anything; your mouth was too dry, and your cunt too soaked. All you could do was gaze hungrily at him, and nearly slobber when Joel’s equally famished gaze fell upon your naked figure, eyes darkened by lust.

Each passing second spent without feeling him was agonizing. You struggled to understand how come you both became so desperate for this long-lost sensation of bodies thrashing and clashing against each other when you’ve gone without it for so long. Breaths erratic, Joel spat in the palm of his hand, then wrapped it all too eagerly around his cock, guiding himself to your entrance. The way you were glistening in the dimmed lights, pussy full on display for him, turned him feral. There was no other word for it. He ached, begged himself, whatever deities might’ve been up there in the skies to take mercy on his soul and let him enjoy this gift he’d been blessed with.

“Might this be something you’d like too?” he cheekily decided to ask at the very last minute possible.

You would’ve laughed at his audacity to ask such a stupid question in such a tense moment. You really would have. He was waiting for you to say anything, his leaking tip barely nudging between your folds, and you exhaled. Loudly.

“Joel,” your tone seemed to be scolding him.

“Yes?”

Your hands find their way around his neck, pulling him down. You were breathing into each other’s faces by this point, both driven half-mad by lust and desperation.

“Please,” you said at last, giving him the most pleading, suggestive look he’d ever seen a woman wear.

Joel smirked, though not mockingly; he was rather surprised that you could possibly want him this much. But then again, he was astounded by his own feelings for you, his judgement too clouded to allow any rationality to slip through the cracks of his sanity—or whatever was left of it.

“I hope you won’t hold it against me if I… break,” Joel said, his tone revealing a little fear.

You frowned. “Break?”

“I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“That’s for me to feel.”

Something about that statement built on his hunger even more. Joel finally pushed into you, the slip of his cock eased by your prior arousal. You both moaned out loud, jaws dropped at the sensation. The feeling was that of familiarity and closeness, but also excitement. Those shouldn’t go together in times such as those, but there you were.

“Oh… fuck,” you groaned.

Joel gave you both some time to adjust: you with his size, and him with the feeling of your hot, tight walls wrapped around him. But after a little while, it became as maddening as it was pleasurable to simply sit like that, with Joel fully sheathed inside of you, no movement to be felt. You weren’t sure how the first move came to be; maybe it was you who grabbed him by the back of his neck to press his lips onto yours. Maybe it was he who held onto your hips and gave the first thrust, head buried in the crook of your neck, lest he was overwhelmed. And he sure was.

Either way, once the first step had been done, Joel found the strength to start moving. His pace wasn’t shy—you could tell he had experience under his belt. But it wasn’t rough either. It felt rather like a concoction of sentiments, all chaotic, now burning together at the same pace.

Your lips hadn’t left his, no matter how sloppy the kiss turned. You honestly liked it that way. It felt real and honest. You barely allowed yourself some extra breaths of air. All you needed, all you wanted to feel were his tender kisses, his cock pushing further and further inside you, and the hotness and stickiness that came with all of it. You wanted Joel as he was. You didn’t want to play any game, and you wanted him to know that too.

Your moans were more frequent, as were Joel’s grunts. You had no way of telling how time moved in that moment, neither did you care. It felt like it was all happening too fast and yet too slowly. With each additional thrust, each grunt of Joel’s, your belly ached and imploded more, your whole body begging for its sweet release. God, you doubted you’ve ever wanted or needed to come more than you did at that very moment.

“Joel—“you cooed desperately, pathetically even.

His thrusts, much like his breaths and grunts, were lacking self-control: they became messier, the pace with which he was fucking you faster, greedier. Your hand entangled in his hair, tugging at the charcoal locks like your life depended on it; you mewled and moaned relentlessly, no other words falling down from your tongue. You couldn’t give the man any proper warning.

“Focus,” he seemed to warn you huskily. “Right here. At me.”

You realized he was looking at you, perhaps chasing his own high as he did so, but when that final snap of his hips against yours hit, Joel finally broke.

“Godfuckingdamnit, yes,” he groaned in one go as he came all over your thighs, stroking himself to completion and making sure he’d milked every ounce of arousal possible.

Your orgasm came a bit later, when his mouth was boldly pressed against your swollen pussy and your fingers were rubbing against your clit. That time you couldn’t contain your scream. The only word you did remember how to say was his name. A prayer, a beacon of hope and desire, maybe even more than that.

Fuck! was your closing word when you came, white-hot heat running through you as you spasmed and fell apart right in his mouth, fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling him in as much as you could.

Your cheeks reddened at the sight of Joel’s beard all smeared with your juices. The sight was beyond lewd, forbidden to a certain degree, but it seemed Joel wore your climax on his face like a badge of honor.

Even more so when he wiped his mouth with his thumb, boldly sucking on it right before your shocked eyes.

“If I’d’ve known you were this sweet, I’d’ve tasted you a whole lot sooner,” he teased.

You could tell he’d grown a bit more confident through the simple human act you just performed together, so the smile that followed was appreciative and fond.

“C’mere,” you told him, gesturing to him to join you in bed.

Once again, you weren’t sure how long you stayed there under that blanket, talking and smiling at each other. Could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours. All you knew was that you were reminded how easily happiness could be found, should the right person be next to you.

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Hey i saw your post about wanting to do some law fics and i had an idea how about a law x fem or gn reader that is a excellent sworddswomen and can take out someone even with their sheth still on! ( like kagra from fairy tail the anime) but the catch is that when not fight shes super awkward and shy and flustered with him (because he saved her and she attracted to him and his character)Also could the fic being about their first meeting like asking her to join his crew and after time becoming a thing and going to dressrosa together, it could start with law telling the straw hats how they met

(Sorry i know thats a lot but i’ve had this idea for while now and would really appreciate it you can do it but its too much please let me know i dont want pressure you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm super nervous to write about Law, but this is a really nice prompt to use. Plus, I'm so stoked that you referenced Kagura! I love Fairy Tail; that was the first fandom I wrote about when I was younger lol. I'm going to try to incorporate everything you wrote. I hope you enjoy it~

She's Just Shy, ok...- Law x F!Reader

CW: Fluff, canon au, nongraphic action, awkward reader (mood)

In hindsight, Law should have realized he wasn't lucky enough to have a normal person on his crew...but she was special to say the least...not that he would say it.

Law was trying his hardest to not break his mug as he watched you going at it with the Strawhat's swordsman. It was his fault though. He had been too deep into his studies and planning, so after continuously rejecting Zoro for a sparring match, it made sense that he would go after you. You were more of a challenge really. Law flexed that strength of his sword at any hint of danger, but you, oh, you weren't bothered by any threats at all. Few could tell the story of seeing your blade at all. A swordman's that used only her sheath, yeah Zoro would be all over that.

"TRA!!!"

Law nearly jumped out his skin when Luffy appeared hanging upside down from a rail. He grumbled into his mug. "What!"

He only laughed. "Y/n is so cool~ I bet Zoro is happy to have a strong person to fight with." he grinned. Law only grunted. "Hmm, maybe she could join my crew. OI! Zoro! Ask Y/n to-," Luffy groaned after being hit upside his head. "Nami! What was that for?"

The navigator rolled her eyes. "You can't go trying to steal people's crew members. What if someone tried to recruit Zoro?"

Luffy understood her point but still whined. "But she's so strong~ Zoro would like it!"

"She's not a pet!" Law argued back.

Luffy laughed. "Ooo, what about a competition! Y/N, would you join my crew if I beat Toroa at a game?"

You skidded across the floor and smiled at the goofy captain. "Sorry Lu-chan, I can't leave my captain yet." she beamed even as she blocked an attack from Zoro without looking. "I owe him too much." she grinned before turning her attention back to her opponent while Sanji threatened to starve Zoro if he so much as got a cut on your skin.

Luffy pouted. "Boo, I want her..."

"Be nice captain." Robin lightly chided. She turned to the doctor. "I am curious though. How did you two meet, Tra-guy?"

Your ears picked up the question. "Cap-captain, no! Don't tell them!" you nervously stammered and waved your hands.

Zoro raised a brow. "Why not? Couldn't be that bad." he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. You wiped your face, neck, and bosom. He gulped down some water.

Seeing that your attention was back on him, Law relaxed a little. "It's nothing dramatic." he grumbled. "More embarrassing for me really..." he muttered.

"Huh???" everyone asked. For the doctor to admit that and not hold back was certainly something.

Law reclined back and spread his arms out. "I needed some assistance..."

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You were finally able to relax and enjoy the warm weather after spending the morning training. Sitting and meditating was a great way for you to recenter before continuing about your day. You found a nice tree and were wrapping up when a heard some loud commotion nearby.

You opened your eyes to see a group of shady-looking men running away. A few moments later, an anxious looking polar bear was running around searching while tears seemed to be flowing from his eyes. You cocked your head to the side curiously. The polar bear cried out. "Captain is going to kill me!!!"

His uniform seemed to be unique enough from the townspeople, but not quite individualistic. You stood up and stretched. You weren't sure what to do about what you saw and decided to head back to your solitary home in the woods.

You left the busier town and continued walking casually in the woods. You knew this path well seeing as this was your childhood area filled with palm trees and secret waterfalls. You neared the summit of a hill and tensed as you felt an odd, distinct air. You dodged a knife thrown at your head and rested your hand on your sword.

A few of those men from before jumped out of the bushes. "Hehe, seems the rumors were true. What is a woman like you doing with that on your hip?"

"Looks expensive too." another added.

You met their greedy gaze with little interest. So they're robbers. You took a couple steps forward dismissively before they jumped to attack. You quickly reacted and swung your body around to dodge. You shifted on one foot before swinging the other to land in one guy's face. It would have been an easy conflict except more men appeared.

You grumbled before tying up your hair and pulling your sword from your waist.

"You got some moves, missy. But now we really know you don't need that sword. Those work better when they're out of their sheaths." he commented rudely.

You took an offensive stance and dashed to quickly to slice the shocked robbers. It only took a couple slashes or two before each man fell to the ground with serious wounds. You rolled your shoulders before sighing. You just saw them not so long ago, so their stolen goods were probably still on them. You peaked in a couple bushes before pulling out a long sword. It was heavy in your hand. You wondered how hard it would be to find its owner. Oh maybe, that polar bear would know. You continued to admire the blade when you felt the air shift once more. You turned around to see a man bring up a large hammer to swing at you. You tensed to move, but-

"Room."

An odd light feeling surrounded you for a second before you were in the grasp of a stranger. You looked up confusingly as someone could just hold you with one arm then watched as the man froze. "You're- you're-, you're the Surgeon of Death!" the man only tch-ed at the accusation before rotating his hands and muttered. "Shambles."

You watched in shocked as the various men's body parts were dismembered before shuffling around and mixing with each other. Most of them were still knocked out though and wouldn't realize the uncanny circumstance until they woke up.

The man gently placed you down and you clenched onto the sword while bowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I should have totally seen that coming. How embarrassing!" the words blurted from your mouth.

The man's gold eyes looked at you with uncertainty. "Don't mention it..." he paused before reaching his hand out, "my sword, please."

You looked at his hand then clenched tighter on the sword. "Oh, huh, is this your sword?" you laughed awkwardly. "Oh jeez, heh, sorry here-,"

"Captain!!!" a high-pitched voice echoed up the hill before the polar bear from before appeared with tears still flowing.

You brightened! "Oh bear-chan!"

The bear stopped and looked at you. He immediately took a defensive karate pose in front of the man. "Did you take my captain's sword! You- you-, woman! I'll"

"Bepo," the man interjected annoyed. "This woman just defeated these robbers. Show her a little respect." The other immediately dropped his pose before bowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Thank you for recovering, Kikuko!"

You scratched your cheek awkwardly and waved your hand. "Ah no problem at all. He saved my life!" you then turned and finally handed back the sword. "Thank you, again." you bowed. You straightened up. "I'm y/n."

The man seemed to relax more with the sword at his side finally. "Trafalgar Law. I'm sorry if we caused you trouble." he looked at his subordinate. "My sword was taken away while he was on watch."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"Tch, this is why I don't take naps..." Law muttered. "We'll leave now. I don't want to bother you more."

"Wait!" you called out. "I have to repay you! That guy nearly took off your head."

Law shook his head. "If anything, we're even. I saw how you fought; you would have been fine."

Your face warmed at the compliment. "No, I insist!" Law seemed to see your stubbornness despite the flustered appearance.

"Fine."

....

Law should have known better than to get his hopes up at your seemingly normal appearance. After meeting you a couple times while at your island, you proved to have a formidable reputation that had the Marines constantly trying to recruit you though you continued to reject them. As you two got along, you were amazed by Law and his crew's tales of travels and adventure. You recalled all the commotion that happened when the Worst Generation was at Sabody as well as the Marineford War. You never planned on being a pirate necessarily, but you had your own goals that meant you needed to leave home.

Law didn't know why you were so nervous to speak to him all the time, so he was shocked when you were able to as him to join his crew without a stutter. He wasn't sure what to think. You were strong and smart. And as much as he thought that another mouth to feed would be a bother, he couldn't deny that you would be a good addition. He'd hope that you at least learn to hold a conversation with him without playing with your hands.

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"Law!!! You're so mean!" you wailed as you pushed your chest against the back of his head. He immediately blushed and tried to push you off. "I'm so embarrassed!" you clung onto him.

"Oh my god, I don't know why!" Law argued. You continued to fuss and Law shyly babied you in his arms.

The Strawhats were shocked by the softer scene in front of them. "He's surprisingly soft..." Robin noted.

Luffy groaned. "Oh boo, Tra is so lucky. No way she'll join us now." For some reason, he understood now.

~~~

*sprinkles in some slight jealousy because we like that here.* Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it @dancingnewcat Please let me know how it is. I'm so happy to finally get a request~

Until next time~

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #one piece x y/n #femreader #canon au #fluff #stewie writes #requests #mine #partyanimal167 #the heart pirates #the strawhats #luffy

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strawhatsoraya · 1 month

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this is the wind&fire anon (for the future, I'll just mark it with a 🍥 so you know it's the same anon!)

I'm happy to hear that my words cheered you up !! That's so important, and I know how hard blocks can be as a writer so I'm more than glad to make you aware of how gorgeous your writing is~

I'm lucky that your requests opened just when I came haha so,, if this one ticks you right,

an Ace fic with a chubby reader where the crew is playing games (like maybe truth or dare) and the reader gets dared to sit on his lap or smth and she gets hesitant because she knows she is heavy? and just Ace pulling her into his lap without any hesitation. this can be short or long, sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel comfy! I know I'll love whatever it is <3

if this isn't quite what you're looking for, that's super cool too, I just want to reiterate that you're an absolutely amazing writer and I love your works!! I hope the block leaves you alone ><

– 🍥

If we don't look at the time stamp on this, the world will shine a little brighter LOL. Please. I am making an attempt at a come back and I love Ace so I decided to give a short at a short scenario with this cute (and spicy) prompt you sent me.

ACE X CHUBBY!FEM READER / SFW (but suggestive) WC: 907 (under 1k? in this economy? it's more likely than you think) CW: ace gets handsy in public, at the end of the day he has no manners, Izou is impatient, and Marco is too observant for his own good. I didn't proof read it so that's a content warning. leave me alone *sob quietly*

“Truth or dare!” Izou called out, bringing down his large delicate hand onto the table they were all gathered around. The sound of it slamming against wood delivered a sense of urgency you were longing to ignore but couldn’t. “Come now, quickly!” His words egged you on, pushed you to answer before you could think it over better.

“Dare!” you call out, mind blank. You regret it as soon as the syllable is past your lips but it is too late now. You couldn’t take it back. The mischievous smiles stretching all around the table reminded you that you were indeed in a crew of pirates; sharks in the water, waiting for their next prey. You remember, suddenly, the last time you all played this game. Just like now, you had called out dare, not willing to part with your secrets. They had challenged you to clean the deck with your tongue.

Fortunately for you, you didn’t get far before Marco started worrying about wood splinters and cut you off. It didn’t stop the rest of the crew from cackling until they cried.

You snap back from your reverie, to see Izou’s dark eyes honed in on your face. Eyelashes fluttering, you blink repeatedly, hoping to magically remember what he had just said. When you take a beat too long, Izou sucks his teeth.

“Tsk,” he admonishes, with a small shake of his head. “I said: I dare you to sit on Ace’s lap.”

Immediately you turn your head so fast you feel dizzy. Ace’s dark brown eyes meet yours, and your heart beats in your chest, rattling your ribs like the bars of an enclosure. There’s an excuse, sitting heavily in the back of your tongue that wants to desperately save your pride. You couldn’t imagine sitting your full weight on Ace’s laps–especially not in front of so many observant eyes. What if he complained? What if someone made some off-colored joke about your size? What if the chair broke underneath the weight of the two of you? Countless scenarios, one more frightening than the other, run through your mind. They are tossed overboard by the feel of Ace’s extraordinarily hands on your hips as he spins you around, before he pulls you into his lap.

It’s amazing the way your body melds into his, your softness fills every gap, almost robbing him of every ounce of common sense. You shift on his lap, maybe out of discomfort but it is enough to make him hold his breath. Ace is rigid as you settle again, heat creeping slowly over the expanse of his back, to wrap fiery tentacles around his neck. The temptation of your scent and warmth strangles him until he can’t speak. He tries not to think of you, trembling in his embrace, his hot breath strumming against your collarbone. Carefully, Ace runs his fingers up one side of your body.

“Don’t move,” he breathes against your ear; a hand grips your hip. You feel a hardness stir underneath you, and a flush spreads immediately across your cheeks. Marco holds your gaze as he brings a mug of beer to his lips–and you swear there is a mischievous curve to them. A bundle of nerves lodges in your throat at the same time a fire lights in the depths of your belly when Ace walks a path with the fingers of his free hand over the width of one of your thighs–right towards the center of you.

Izou plows on–oblivious or pretending–with the game that has you questioning your sanity.

“Alright, your turn,” he says, even as you let out a loud squeak that brings his beautifully groomed eyebrows together in a frown. You stammer in response, watching the way his eyes dip to your trembling mouth, and pray and pray and pray that no one notices Ace’s wandering hand under the table, that the chair continues to hold both your weights as you disobey Ace’s command to not move.

How can you not move when his hand is stubbornly trying to pry your now sweaty thighs apart?

“Any minute now, Sunshine,” he croons softly, his voice is silk that slithers across the table to your ears. Meanwhile, Ace’s breath fans across the nap of your neck as he moves your bundle of hair aside. “You have to ask the question.”

“Ah!” you exclaim, as you jump on Ace’s lap, as he drags the pad of his middle finger up and down the inside of one thigh; a touch so searing you swear he’s branding his own name on your skin as he does so. Your mind is so jumbled you can hardly think. You’d never thought you’d be in this situation, on the lap of your biggest most life consuming crush. Not only that, you never could have imagined a situation where Ace would forego all manners. He was an animal, a beast, the worst kind of pirate! “M-marco!” you cry out as you try to aim a swinging leg down to Ace’s foot but you can’t reach. You curse your height, or lack thereof at the moment, and curse the mirth dancing behind Marco’s eyes.

Had he caught on?

“Truth or dare,” you challenge him as you swallow a gasp when Ace rubs softly against your shirts, right over the heated core of you. Marco smiles softly.

“Dare,” he declares with a tilt of his head. “I feel like an adventure tonight.”

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http-paprika · 3 months

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⋆ ★ WINNING NUMBERS / JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH ★ ⋆

a small snippet for @glitterypirateduck and the soap-it-up challenge / this came to me as a fever dream yesterday and I forced myself to power through writer’s block for it. enjoy!

challenge prompt you’re distracting me / wc 455 / pairing john “soap” mactavish x f!reader / warnings swearing and an american girl’s attempt at a scottish accent

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“For you.” You chuckle, ducking back into the car and handing over the multi-colored scratch card to Johnny. A groan escapes his lips as he takes it in his hands, rolling his eyes playfully as you set the last of materials, a good six-pack, needed for your trip in the backseat.

“M’not gonna tell ya shat anymore if this is tha treatment I get, lassie.” He waves the card in front of your face, the reminder of his admission. You arrived in Johnny’s life at the right place and the right time, a beaming glory that distracted him from a trickshot in a dingy bar in a losing game against his teammate; when two billiards sank Johnny gathered the courage and sought you out.

Now, you were like a lucky penny. With a polaroid of you safety stored in his tactical vest over his heart, he shoots better. And with your arm wrapped lazily around Johnny’s waist, the darts always manage to land in the right spot.

“Well, I’ll scratch it off then if you’re going to complain.” You say, attempting to snatch it out of his hand.

“Absolutely not happenin’, this is mine. Not yours, lassie.” Giggling from your seat behind the wheel, you reach for your lip gloss while he searches for loose change to scratch the metallic cover away. His blue eyes dart across the central console as you carefully apply his favorite shade, pink tinting his cheek as Johnny blinks away and the shilling begins to scratch away for a surprise.

“Yer distracting me, it’s not fair. I’ve gotta focus if I’mma win the Powerball fer ya.” Johnny lights scolds, looking up at you as you smack your lips together. The satisfying sound caused his skin to tingle.

“Good, a little distraction is necessary in a time like this.” You say, tempting him as you lean against the console. It didn’t matter if you had a rental waiting, you were going to take all the time in the world.

“Aye, no, quit!” He gripes as you start to kiss his cheek, the fresh layer of gloss marking his skin and stubble. Johnny’s knuckles are white while trying to focus on finishing his scratch ticket instead of you. “Lassie!”

The card finally displays his numbers, and winnings, a twenty pound prize shining up at them. “See, I’m still lucky. That’s enough for another six-pack and a Mars bar.” You snatch up the card between your nails, drawing his attention away from it to you.

“Never said ya weren’t.” Johnny snorts, mitts cupping your cheeks and pulling you in. The taste of your lips drives him crazy. “But I’m tha luckiest fuckin’ man in tha ‘ole bloody world kissin’ a lassie like ya.”

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw22 #john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish #soap x y/n #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soapitup #fanfic challenge #cod fanfic

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tabletopmonsteroftheweek · 2 months

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This one would of been a phenomenon mystery concept, however none of the phenomenon types really... felt right/fit it to me? It's essentially a big building, so it doesn't move. But having attacks is also weird to give it, idk.

The House always wins

People on the Vegas strip have gone missing, many believing that they got drunk and lost their way. The cause? A casino, the High Roller, has suddenly had a influx on winners, taking a trip to the penthouse suite to "spend the rest of their lives" at... or at least the last of their lives.

Monster: Aspect of Greed

Type: Parasite (motivation: to infest, control, and devour

The aspect of greed has taken over an existing casino, turning it into low stake high reward. It draws in new players with its low stakes and, those at are lucky enough to hit jackpot multiple times (which is once-twice daily), they are brought up to the penthouse. There the Aspect infests itself into the lucky winner, slowly draining them until they are nothing but dry husks. However, if they prove their worth they instead become the Staff, where they lead more people into the casino effectively giving it more prey.

Powers:

Addiction

Game Manipulation

Luck Detection

Weakness: The House Always Wins in the end... except when it doesn't. Much like gambling addicts, the Aspect of Greed will raise the stakes if it means the reward for itself is far greater. This will mean that it will take riskier bets, such as self-banishment if it loses a game. However, you HAVE to build up to it- it will not jump straight to that if it were just a normal game. Raise it over time, let it win some, get its ego up before the big bets.

Otherwise, using Big Magic in the casinos that circle around it will banish it out of the High Roller. However, this will mean the party is split as it sends minions out to stop the ritual once it knows what's going on.

Armor does not take into account for either- when it loses games it takes around 1-10 harm ignore armor depending on how high the stakes are.

Attacks:

Life-absorbtion- 2 harm close far ignore armor

It's a literal building (+3 armor)

Harm: 15 harm

Custom Moves:

Let the Games Begin- When the players challenge the Aspect, they will take turns on which game is being played. Meaning, the Aspect picks the game first, then the hunter, then back to the Aspect. It goes back and forth until theres one winner, and the hunter does have a chance to lose. All rolls will be done with Act Under Pressure because they ARE under pressure.

Only one hunter can challenge the Aspect to the game. However, that does not mean the other hunters cannot help in other ways as well. The Aspect's Staff will try to tilt the favor to the Aspect at any given chance. The Hunters not playing will have to keep an eye out and stop them before they do something to make the playing hunter lose. To the Aspect, so long as it's not the one cheating, it's not at fault. It will be annoyed if the playing Hunter uses that logic as well, but won't block it.

Addiction/Just One More Game...- The Hunters can easily fall under the influence of the Aspect should they play its random casino games. In order to snap out of it, they must roll Act Under Pressure.

On a 10+, they snap out of it. On a mix, they leave it alone but the temptation is there... they have -1 forward if they play another game (yes, that includes the challenge against The Aspect.) On a miss, they cannot stop playing, it's way too addicting! They have -1 ongoing while in the casino, including the final battle with the Aspect. Maybe one more spin will get them the jackpot...

Minion: The Staff

Type: Renfield (motivation: to push victims towards the monster)

People under the influence of the Aspect of Greed that weren't turned into husks. They lead people into the High Roller, scope out who has better luck, and then make sure they win so that they can go to the penthouse above. The richer the soul, the better luck they have.

Powers:

Game Manipulation

Soul Sight

Attacks:

9mm (2 harm close loud)

Brass Knuckles (1 harm hands small)

Harm: 5 harm

Custom Moves:

Game Manipulation: The Staff will turn the tides of a game no matter what, mostly subtly.

Bystander: Gamblers

Type: Victim (motivation: to unknowingly put themselves in danger.)

These are just random players in the casino. They do not know what they have got themselves into. They will more than likely refuse to leave with the hunters to go anywhere unless convinced that this area is not safe. Otherwise, they will slowly fall under the influence of the Aspect, continuously playing games until they hit their lucky streak and head up to the pent house.

#motw #monster of the week #monster of the week rpg #motw rpg #monster of the week mystery concept #motw mystery concept

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duscarasheddinnswriting · 2 years

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Where I got the idea for what Steven from Champion game would look like.

#challenge game #Challenge Games #lucky block #lucky blocks #lucky block challenge games

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kinkandkreep · 4 months

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Yandere Alphabet: Manjiro Sano (Tokyo Revengers)

A/N: Hey hey y'all! I got sum special for y'all today. I've never done a completed Yandere Alphabet for a character before, and I figured what better way to challenge myself than to do one for Mikey and his iterations! Let me know if this all makes sense, I tried to keep everything as cohesive with his canonical personality as possible.

Hope y'all enjoy! And feel free to start a discussion with me about Yandere!Mikey in the comments or my asks!

Sorry I neglected to include these earlier y'all!

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CW: mentions of non-con, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, general yandere themes

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Manjiro is a very physically affectionate (and tactile) person. He loves to cuddle and snuggle and hug and alla dat. 😂 He also is fond of gifting you things, whether that be something you expressly mentioned wanting or simply an item he saw that made him think of you.

It gets fairly intense, especially as he grows older and more dependent on you for his morality and overall comfort. He becomes less of a mostly innocent snuggler and more of a…smother-er. 🙃

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Regardless of age and timeline, Manjiro is more than willing to get his hands dirty for you. He would actually prefer that when you had an issue, you brought it to him immediately for resolution. He also doesn’t like to admit it, but he secretly enjoys pummeling others in your name, feeling the warmth of their blood hit his face and soak his hands.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Original timeline!Mikey: Treats you about as well as you’d expect. He still demands cuddles and monopolizes most of your time, but he’s not needlessly cruel, and doesn’t mock you. For the most part.

Manila!Mikey: Is harsher than original timeline Mikey in the sense that he takes what he wants from you and gives very little in return. He tries not to mock you and your…predicament, but more often than not he fails.

Bonten!Mikey: Mocks you and doesn’t even try to hold back. He’s very similar to Manila!Mikey in that he takes what he wants from you, but he’s borderline entirely unable to return any of the affection he demands you show him.

Kanto Manji!Mikey: Mocks you, borderline abuses you, degrades you- but through it all, he insists he loves you. I would really hate to be Kanto Manji Mikey’s desire because he has completely detached himself from morality and really only cares for his wants and needs.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Original timeline Mikey wouldn’t, aside from the occasional grasping onto you for cuddles and refusing to let go, but the alternate timeline Mikey’s would, to varying degrees.

The alternate timeline Mikey’s, I hate to say, are all unafraid of non-conning you. They each have become accustomed to getting and taking what they want, regardless of who objects.

That unfortunately includes you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Manila!Mikey and OG!Mikey are slightly more willing to express their emotions to their Desire, but even then they reveal very little and most of what they say in regards to their feelings is very cryptic.

Bonten!Mikey and Kanto Manji!Mikey are like cinder block walls. You’d be lucky if you ever get even a brief glimpse into what it is they’re thinking and feeling.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Amused, to say the absolute least.

All variations of Mikey would also be more than a little peeved at the thought of you trying to fight back against them. Do you even recognize how easily he could seriously injure, even kill you? With minimal effort? You look silly. Stop.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Perhaps surprisingly, this actually is something akin to a game to OG!Mikey. He’s a little weird in that he kind of likes to watch you squirm. I would say the same goes for Manila!Mikey.

Bonten and Kanto Manji Mikey, on the other hand, take this very seriously. It is not a game, your escape attempts are not amusing and will be punished. Rather severely, might I add.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with OG!Mikey is probably something comparatively mild, like being ignored or isolated.

With Manila!Mikey, as extreme as it may sound, I could feasibly see him killing you. Whether accidentally or on purpose 👀…

With Bonten!Mikey, either a broken limb (or two) or death.

With Kanto Manji!Mikey, again, broken limbs is probably the extent of how far he’ll go.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

None of the Mikey’s have really considered anything that serious. They just know that they want you to belong to them forever and figure that they’ll adapt as new obstacles and situations present themselves.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Asking me if Mikey gets jealous is like asking me if the sky is blue. YES. (He especially gets jealous of Draken and Baji, which is a thing I can go more in depth about later.)

Mikey gets jealous when others occupy your time. He gets jealous when others look at you. He gets jealous when you look at others. He gets jealous when you hang out with your friends. He gets jealous when family obligations require your time and attention.

Mikey would never admit it, but for all the charismatic, powerful and good looking he is, he gets easily, ridiculously jealous and it’s not even funny.

He tries not to lash out, since the rational part of him, however small, does realize that you’re not fucking around with everything that so much as happens to brush up against you, and for the most part he copes by taking out his anger on his opponents.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

OG!Mikey acts like his usual goofy self around his desire. He’s still always got either food or sleeping on the brain, he teases his desire and makes jokes at their expense (never anything cruel or insensitive) but, he’s also less afraid to switch it to bidness mode when the situation calls for it.

Manila!Mikey is somewhat cold and aloof, though still demanding of affection. He, again, speaks cryptically, and almost expects his desire to be able to read his mind in terms of what he wants and how he wants it done.

Bonten!Mikey rarely actually speaks to his desire ( I honestly think Bonten!Mikey rarely speaks to anyone at all unless absolutely necessary but 🤷🏾‍♀️), instead keeping them under constant surveillance. When in physical proximity to his desire, Mikey is as stoic as ever, not really engaging and mostly just…staring.

Kanto Manji!Mikey is slightly better than Bonten!Mikey in that he does actually speak to you, bad part about it is the words are usually pretty harsh. 🙃 Kanto Manji!Mikey is entirely unafraid of hiding his cruelty from you and would actually rather you see at least some of it, to send a clear signal that this is what he’s capable of should you try something drastic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

OG!Mikey would be very straightforward about his approach. When he feels the time is appropriate, he would saunter up to you all cool like, and inform you of his feelings. Difference from a normal person being, he would already have made up in his mind that you reciprocated those feelings. Whether or not you really do, well…

Manila!Mikey, Bonten!Mikey and Kanto Manji!Mikey probably just straight up kidnap you if I’m bein’ 100%. 🤷🏾‍♀️

They do eventually get around to revealing like…why they kidnapped you, but don’t expect much in the way of an actual explanation.

They expect you to acclimate pretty quickly, with the minimal amount of complaining and questions asked.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No. All the Mikey’s keep it trill wit you and everyone around them.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

OG!Mikey isolates and ignores you.

Manila!Mikey may just straight up kill you, and you both know it, so there’s not really any punishments to be doled out when you’re constantly on your best behavior due to fear of literal death. 🙃

Bonten!Mikey isolates and sometimes beats you if you misbehave.

Kanto Manji!Mikey just straight up beats you and may potentially break a limb or two if you misbehave.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

With OG!Mikey, you’re not allowed to travel without him, and he would really prefer it if you let him regulate who you talk to and how you dress as well.

Manila, Bonten and Kanto Manji!Mikey take essentially all of your freedoms and toss them off the roof of the nearest high rise. You can only go where they say you can go, wear what they stipulate you can wear and speak to who they designate you can speak to.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

All the Mikey’s, with the exception of probably Kanto Manji!Mikey, can be and are reasonably patient.

Sorta…

OG!Mikey is patient in the sense that he will pester you for however long is necessary until you return his affection, assuming that you don’t from the jump.

Manila!Mikey…actually M!M might not be all that patient now that I think about it. 🙃

Bonten!Mikey gives you at least a little time to adjust to your new environment after he has you taken, but it’s not much.

And Kanto Manji!Mikey is just straight up impatient. You need to do exactly as he says when he says and exactly how he wants it done even if he hasn’t specified how exactly that is, and you had better show him affection at all times, regardless of whether he’s explicitly signaled that he wants it or not.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

OG!Mikey is kinda unavoidable. He’s always in your orbit, so leaving him or “escaping” isn’t really an option. Plus he doesn’t really do anything extreme enough to warrant you either dying or permanently leaving.

Unless you like…relocated out of the country or something, idk.

If Manila!Mikey’s desire dies, gotta be honest, it was probably by his own hand. If something extreme like that did happen though, he would definitely gaslight himself into believing that killing you was necessary because you had become a “crutch” and would hinder his goals.

For Bonten and Kanto Manji!Mikey, it really doesn’t matter if you escape, because they’ll just use all the resources and manpower they have at their disposal to retrieve you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and hell NO with a capital N.O.

OG!Mikey most likely isn’t going to abduct and therefore, neither of these questions really apply to him.

The other three are so far beyond pesky feelings like guilt that they just…don’t feel it. 🙃

They also would laugh in your face before becoming unreasonably furious if you or anyone else ever so much as implied that they should let you go.

You are theirs, they need you and the only way you’re getting rid of them is if they get rid of you first.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I feel like it’s pretty obvious in Mikey’s case, but losing so many important people throughout his life and witnessing (and partaking in) so much violence has A.) desensitized him and B.) ingrained in him a great sense of paranoia and fear surrounding losing anyone else.

Also, I like to think that Mikey’s Dark Impulses leave him vulnerable to being overcome with a major sense of entitlement and greed, such that when he sees something (or someone) he wants, he can’t comprehend that they don’t immediately belong to him.

Or, perhaps more accurately, he just doesn’t care.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

OG!Mikey is least likely to kidnap you, so he doesn’t really have a reason to see you behave in such a manner.

If he ever did though, he’d try his best to comfort you and help you see things his way. He wouldn’t be the best with words or nothin’, but hey, at least he tries.

The other three frankly don’t care. 🙃

Yes, they somewhat understand that being taken away from your family and friends and isolated from the world is hard, but look at the bright side! All your needs are met with them, you want for nothing, and as long as you behave, they treat you like the criminal Queen you now are. 😌

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

You know how I mentioned earlier that OG!Mikey actually takes pleasure in dirtying his hands making sure you’re safe?

Well, he also likes to have those instances filmed and sit and watch the recordings with you.

He likes to think of it as great bonding time, and honestly doesn’t see anything wrong with it. Besides, your discomfort, however obvious, is obviously because you’re seeing him get his clothing dirtied with blood. Right?

As for Manila!Mikey, I think the most abnormal thing he does or would do is kill you if he ever felt like you were becoming too much of an emotional crutch, which I think I briefly touched on earlier.

Bonten!Mikey is just a weirdo. Like I said, he rarely talks to you and prefers to just observe, even once he’s acquired you.

Kanto Manji!Mikey really doesn’t do anything too out of the ordinary, he just gets really physical but I think that’s about it.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I’ma be honest witchu, I don’t think OG!Mikey has any real weaknesses you can exploit. 🙃

He’s maybe not the most mentally sound person around, but he’s definitely more…conscious than his counterparts, and he’s not dumb either.

Now, as for Manila, Bonten and Kanto Manji!Mikey, you may have a slightly easier time emotionally manipulating them.

They’re already so fragile and empty, if you were extremely intelligent (and careful) about it, you could feasibly exploit their delicate psyches and grant yourself an opportunity to escape.

It would be fairly difficult with Bonten!Mikey though, considering who makes up his little entourage, and Kanto Manji!Mikey is such a hardass that it would take a while to whittle him down, but if you were persistent and, again, very careful, I don’t see escaping being the most impossible task.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

They all try not to, but, as I’ve maintained up to this point and will continue to down the line, the one who’s most likely to simply hurt you is Kanto Manji!Mikey.

As mentioned previously, Kanto Manji!Mikey is a borderline abuser (and that’s me being nice).

He will hit you, grab you, push around, verbally assault you.

He is not havin’ it, ok?

Thing about that is, he doesn’t necessarily do these things unprovoked.

It’s just that he loses his temper and, seeing as he’s already abandoned morality (for the most part anyway) and given in to his Dark Impulses, he’s just prone to outbursts of rage and violence.

And you, unfortunately, just so happen to be the target of the outbursts more often than not.

The other iterations of Mikey (OG, Manila and Bonten) are less likely to hurt you, with OG!Mikey being the least likely out of them all.

Manila and Bonten!Mikey don’t hurt you unprovoked at all, and while Manila!Mikey is still the most likely to kill you, he’s not outright abusive like KM!Mikey is.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

OG!Mikey sort of reveres you in the way that he views you as pure and good and representative of all that’s right in the world. Other than that though, he views you as his equal, and that’s part of the reason why he’s so taken with you.

Manila, Bonten and Kanto Manji!Mikey don’t really revere or worship you. They just kinda…wanted you and decided they would have you. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long at all, surprise surprise.

All the iterations of Mikey that I’ve mentioned thus far are very unaccustomed to being denied or having to wait to get what they want. This reflects in how they approach you.

Once they’ve decided they want you, that pretty much settles it.

Now, they’re determined to have you, and it would be better for everyone involved if you just calmly and quietly went along with his desire for you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

OG!Mikey is the least likely to do so simply because he really doesn’t have the inclination to do anything extreme enough to the point where his desire would be broken.

Now, if you just particularly weak and his basic monopolizing, stalking, etc. breaks you theeeen…hey, das on you. 🤷🏾‍♀️

The other three- Manila, Bonten and Kanto Manji Mikey- are all much more likely to break their desire, although the least likely out of them would be Manila Mikey. Which is wild cus he’s also the most likely to kill you but 🙃…

Their behaviors are comparatively much more extreme, especially Kanto Manji!Mikey, and I imagine it would be much harder for even the most emotionally and mentally robust person to stay sound for long.

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Hi can I request a macaque wukong x fem cat reader

Like reader has fore cat ears like two normal cat ears and two small ears and she has super sensitive hearing and like she’s loving towards anyone and wants attention like a cat but back at what I want is that reader was playing fnaf in her room until macaque and wukong entered the room and scared her as reader let out a screach as she died in the game and they tried to comfort her for her loss in the game as she died in the game as macaque and wukong tried to play the game as reader watched them suffer as she smiled

I want some comfort because I’m sick and I tried beating the game in hard mode in fnaf

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I don't think I ever made it past night 3 in FNAF 1 tbh

“Jumpscare!” (697 w.c)

Wukong x Macaque x Fem!Neko!Reader

Funny romantic one shot

pronouns: she/her

CW: getting scared, general FNAF description stuff

Okay, only a fewwww more minutes, then it’ll be six AM!” Y/n muttered to herself, eyes trained on the cameras. She had been trying to beat this part of the game for ages now, and hadn’t really left the game room. She had snacks, a drink, and a nice blanket with her…so theoretically, she could try all day if she wanted to.

The one detail she forgot about was her two boyfriends.

They had indeed all woken up together that morning, with Macaque running some errands early on and Wukong stopping at Pigsy’s for a visit with MK. But now they were both home, and neither had really heard from y/n.

With his six ears, Macaque could tell she was playing that creepy game again. He didn’t mind the horror, but the noises that the animatronics made when they killed the player hurt his head. Wukong thought it was just a weird game, but wasn’t opposed to when she would invite him to watch her.

“I have an idea.” Macaque said, knowing y/n was too immersed to try and eavesdrop right now.

“Oh? Do tell!” Wukong’s tail wagged.

“Here’s the plan…”

Y/n’s ears perked up, thinking she was hearing whispering. But she also figured it was the odd ambience of the game, so she paid it no mind. The power went out in the game; this now had her anxious as to whether Freddy would be quick to finish her off or if he would let her progress to the next night. Just as his song ended, she screamed as a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and a different pair of hands covered her eyes. And through her headphones, the animatronic bear screamed too.

She had lost. Again!

“Ughhhh not fair! You’re both lucky I didn’t try scratching at you!” She whined, spinning the chair around and playfully pushing her boyfriends away from her. Wukong laughed and Macaque appeared through one of his portals. He ruffled the hair that was close to her four ears.

“You’re funny when you get angry! Just like a pouty kitten!” He teased. Y/n narrowed her eyes.

“C’mon, we were just having fun! No need to be upset!” Wukong tried to back the shadow up on this, but Y/n wasn’t having it. She unplugged the headphones and got up from the chair.

“If you two wanna play games,” she smiled with a glint of mischief in her voice “then you can sit down and play.”

This was less of an actual invitation, and more of a challenge. The monkeys looked at each other, weighing their options. There was a good chance she’d let this all go if they humored her on this one.

Wukong took the seat first, leaving Macaque to find a different chair. Y/n, however, was already getting comfortable in Wukong’s lap, so that option was gone too. He supposed he’d just stand.

Wukong clicked the “continue from night 3” button, and let it begin again.

Several tries later, and they had managed to get to 4 AM without losing power. Y/n happily munched away on her snacks, even with Wukong growing more afraid each time he saw one of the robots. Macaque had put on his sensory headphones to block out the noise, but was still giving his opinions and directions.

“No, you need to check the cove! He could’ve moved!” He said, tugging on Wukong’s sleeve.

“I just checked on him! I’m trying to find the rabbit!” Wukong clicked onto camera 2B, and his tail puffed up. “WHAT IS THAT?!”

Y/n glanced at the screen, seeing the telltale sign of an incoming golden Freddy jumpscare. She shrugged.

“Ah, probably just a glitch.”

“If you’re sure….” He put down the tablet to check the doors, but was instead met with the yellow bear. His screen flashed and a loud scream rang out, causing him to flail and knock over the chair by accident. Y/n landed on her feet and was laughing at him.

“Now you know how it feels!” She crossed her arms. Macaque couldn’t help but laugh too. He was just glad he wasn’t in the chair.

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Hermit Horror Week

Day 3: Chase

@hermithorrorweek

Title: Trophy Hunting

Prompt: Chase

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 1,009

Warnings: Gore, Blood, Violence, Death, Horror, Decapitaton

Summary: False is very good at the Head Games.

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Since its beginning, the Head Game had occupied most of FalseSymmetry’s time. She found that the other participants mostly used mob heads or wandering villagers’ trades to get to the top of the leaderboard. However, False decided that she would take a different approach to the challenge. Something a bit more entertaining.

False stood before the bounty board at the Head Game building, eyes scanning the list and fingers tapping against the grip of her bow. She heard the faint flapping sound of an elytra closing and spun in the direction of the sound, nocking an arrow and drawing her bowstring back.

“Hey, Impulse,” She called out.

“Hey,” He replied, although a bit quietly.

“Watcha doing?”

“Oh, nothing.” He equipped his shield with a flash. “Just looking at the leaderboard.”

“Yeah? And who’s winning?”

Impulse quickly glanced at the board next to him, not wanting to give her more of an advantage than she already had. He read the name on the top sign, then slowly turned back to False. “You.”

“I wonder why.” She tilted her bow down and shot her arrow straight through Impulse’s foot and into the ground, pinning him where he stood.

A spike of pain shot up through Impulse’s leg as a couple hearts disappeared from his health bar. He tried to step away, but was stopped by the arrow. “Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” he started.

False put her bow away and equipped a shining diamond sword instead, then ripped one of the pieces of paper off the board. “Well, too bad for you that you’re today’s double point Hermit then, isn’t it?” She stepped closer, tightening her grip on her sword’s handle.

“Can’t we cut a deal?” He offered, still holding his shield up.

“Sure we can. You stay still while I take your head, and I’ll make this quick for you.” She raised her sword.

“No, no, no, I meant something more along the lines of: you don’t kill me, and I’ll … give you diamonds! You like diamonds, right?” He smiled nervously.

False tilted her head to the side, her lips spreading into an entertained grin. “I do, but I’m going to have to respectfully decline your offer.”

“Wait-!”

“Pleasure doing business.”

She swung her sword, cutting through Impulse’s neck, separating his head from the rest of his body. Impulse’s body slumped to the ground, blood pouring out of his severed veins.

She sheathed her sword, then picked his head up out of the puddle of blood in the grass, ignoring the rest of his body laying there, then walked over to the anvil and penned her name across his forehead, claiming the bounty as hers. She dropped his head in the designated barrel with a wet, bloody splat, then walked over to the lake next to the Game building and washed his drying blood off her hands and sword.

False walked back to the leaderboard and smiled at her name at the top.

Every day, False checked the new bounties, hoping to find another target to hunt. She was only able to claim the bounty a few times before it got taken, but this was one of the lucky few.

False landed on the top of a giant mushroom and tucked her wings back, eyes locked on ZombieCleo. She was updating the leaderboard with yesterday’s scores, completely focused—a perfect target.

Silently, False spread her wings again and glided towards the back of the Game building, keeping her eyes on Cleo. She landed on the edge of the back wall, then jumped onto the stack of diamond blocks in the middle of the area and climbed to the top. She drew her bow back with a creak, then let the arrow fly. She watched as it embedded itself in her shoulder, causing Cleo to stumble back.

Cleo pressed a hand over the wound to staunch the bleeding and looked up towards the source of the arrow. She locked eyes with False, then spread her wings and flew off.

False smiled, then nocked another arrow and pulled the bow’s string back, tracking Cleo through the sky. She pointed the arrowhead to just ahead of where Cleo was and let the string go, shooting the arrow through the sky towards her. She watched as it punched a hole through Cleo’s wing, causing her to falter and fall back to the ground. False took a leisurely glide down to where Cleo had crash landed, still holding her bow.

Cleo was laying on the ground, looking at her wing. Blood from her shoulder was pouring out onto her shirt and hand, which was failing to stop the flow. She looked up just as False landed. “Nice shot,” she said.

False nocked another arrow, drew back her bow, and aimed straight at Cleo’s heart. “Thanks.”

The arrow stabbed into Cleo’s flesh, her blood making another stain on her shirt. She coughed a few times before her chest froze and her muscles went slack, her body draining itself of life.

False took out her sword and sliced her head off, scoring a line in the mycelium below. She went to pick up the head, then paused.

How about I keep this one for myself? She thought. A trophy of all my hard work. I deserve it, She decided.

She picked up Cleo’s head, then took off towards her home base. During the journey, she had the best idea of what to do with it.

A perfect way to ward off competitors, She thought.

When she arrived at her house, she went into one of her chests and got a fencepost, then went outside and stabbed it into the ground next to her front door. Then she raised Cleo’s head and stared into her glassy eyes before impaling it on the spike in her lawn. Cleo’s blood dripped down the oak wood of the post, leaving a burgundy stain in its wake.

False smiled at her new decoration, then went inside, took out her sword and began to sharpen it in preparation for her next kill.

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