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speaknow-sw · 5 months ago

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𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌

Summary : When your car broke down in the middle of 1950s Texas, you welcome with pleasure the help of a handsome cowboy.

Word count : 2.4k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, 1950s AU, Cowboy! Anakin, Ditzy!, Wealthy! Reader, surnames (doll, peach, dollie,), kissing, vaginal fingering, brief pussy-eating, PiV, breeding kink, wife kink, mentions of grooming, pregnancy kink ?

AN : Okay so I got that AU in my head since FOREVER. That damn picture of Hayden with the Stetson got me ruining so many panties. Here’s a tribute to all the Cowboy delulu wifeys. Hope you’ll enjoy !!!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the vast Texas plains. The air was thick with the scent of wild grass and the distant hum of cicadas. You, a city girl from New York, had never seen anything like it. The endless stretch of land, so different from the concrete jungle you were used to, was both beautiful and intimidating.

You had been on your way to visit a distant relative’s ranch, a place you’d never been before, when your car—an elegant, shiny Cadillac that was far too fancy for these dusty roads—had sputtered and died in the middle of nowhere. Now, here you were, miles from the nearest town, with no idea what to do.

Your pretty summer dress, all ruffles and soft pastels, was completely out of place here, with the silk scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair from the burning sun. Your designer heels were sinking into the dirt with every step you took around the car, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. You were lost, both literally and figuratively, your usual confidence shaken by the vastness of this wild, untamed place.

As you leaned against the car, biting your lip in frustration, the sound of hooves reached your ears. You looked up, shielding your eyes from the sun, and saw a figure on horseback approaching from the distance.

As the rider drew closer, you could make out more details—tall, broad-shouldered, with a wide-brimmed Stetson casting a shadow over his face. His horse was a magnificent creature, all muscle and grace, moving with the kind of power that took your breath away.

When he finally stopped a few feet away from you, you got your first real look at him. The man was strikingly handsome, with sandy blonde hair that curled under his hat and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms, and worn jeans that clung to his legs in a way that made your heart race.

“Well, now, what’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ all the way out here ?” he drawled, his voice low and smooth, with just the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You blinked up at him, momentarily lost for words. He was so different from the men you were used to—polished, city types in sharp suits and shiny shoes. This man was raw and rugged, with a presence that seemed to command the very air around him.

“My car��” you started, feeling a little foolish under his steady gaze. “It just… stopped. I don’t know what to do.”

He dismounted with an easy grace, the muscles in his arms flexing as he swung down from the saddle. As he approached, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, mixing with the warmth of the sun. He looked over the car, his expression thoughtful, before turning back to you.

“Well, I ain’t no mechanic, but I can take a look, dollie,” he offered, his tone kind but with an undercurrent of amusement, as if he found your predicament both endearing and a little amusing.

“Thank you,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him take a look under the hood. As he worked, you couldn’t help but watch him, the way his fingers deftly moved over the engine, the way his shirt clung to the muscles of his back as he leaned over.

After a few minutes, he straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag he’d pulled from his back pocket. “Looks like you’ve got a busted radiator, peach. You won’t be goin’ anywhere until it’s fixed.”

Your heart sank at his words. “Oh no, what am I going to do ?”

He glanced up at the sky, which was beginning to turn shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped lower. “It’s gettin’ late. Best thing would be to come back to my place. It ain’t too far, and you can stay the night. I’ll take a look at your car in the morning, doll, see what can be done.”

You hesitated for a moment, the idea of staying with a stranger making you nervous, but there was something about him—something solid and trustworthy—that made you nod in agreement. “Alright, thank you, cowboy. I really appreciate it.”

He gave you a nod and helped you up onto his horse, his hands firm and steady as they gripped your waist. You settled into the saddle, feeling a bit awkward, but his presence behind you was reassuring.

As you rode through the fields, the wind gently tugging at your hair, you couldn’t help but lean back against him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. His arm was wrapped around you, holding the reins, and you could feel the strength in him, the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from every part of him.

Suddenly your silk scarf escaped from your head and you gasped. A strong hand latched backwards and caught the fabric. The cowboy winked at you and pocketed your scarf not without smelling it beforehand, leaving you speechless.

When you finally arrived at his ranch, the sky was a deep indigo, the stars just beginning to twinkle above. The house was a charming, rustic place, with a wide porch and warm, inviting lights glowing from the windows.

He helped you down from the horse, his hands lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a thrill through you. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the cozy warmth of the living room, the scent of wood and leather filling the air.

“You can make yourself at home,” he said, his voice softer now, almost intimate. “I’ll get you somethin’ to drink.”

You nodded, wandering over to the fireplace, your fingers lightly brushing over the mantel as you took in the room. When he returned, he handed you a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight.

As you took a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spread through you, mixing with the heat that had been steadily building inside you since the moment he’d appeared on that dusty road. You coughed your lungs out at the burn.

“I never did catch your name,” you said, looking up at him over the rim of your glass.

“Name’s Anakin,” he replied, his eyes locked onto yours. “Anakin Skywalker.”

You smiled, the name fitting him perfectly. “Thank you again, Anakin. For helping me.”

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s my pleasure, darlin’. Can’t leave a lady in distress.”

There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with something unspoken. You could feel the tension building, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Before you knew it, he was right in front of you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your breath catch.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

You could only nod, your voice failing you as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.

And then he was kissing you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before—raw, passionate, and filled with a desire that made your head spin.

You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him as the kiss deepened.

His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the hard lines of his body against yours, the heat of his skin seeping through his shirt, igniting a fire in you that you hadn’t even realized was there.

You gasped as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your knees weak, his stubble scratching deliciously against your throat. His hands were everywhere, sliding down your back, over your hips, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that matched your own.

“Anakin…” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning you there with a strength that made your pulse race.

“Shh,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low growl. “I’ve gotcha’, darlin’. Jus’ let me take care of ya’.”

And take care of you he did. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, where he laid you down on the soft, inviting bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting everything in a warm, golden light.

He stood above you for a moment, his eyes dark and intense as he took in the sight of you, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. And then he was on you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, igniting a fire in you that burned hotter with every touch, every kiss.

Anakin's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands sliding over your dress, finding the zipper at the back. With a smooth motion, he pulled it down, the fabric slipping off your shoulders, exposing the delicate lace of your lingerie. His breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Pretty, lil’ angel," he whispered, his voice husky as his fingers traced the outline of your bra, making your skin tingle. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing hot kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, until you were arching into him, desperate for more.

You tugged at his shirt, your fingers fumbling with the buttons in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, before he helped you, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside.

The sight of him, all hard muscles and golden skin, took your breath away. His chest was broad, his abs defined, and you couldn’t resist running your hands over his torso, feeling the heat and power of him beneath your fingertips.

He groaned at your touch, his hands slipping under your bra, pushing it up to free your breasts. His mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue teasing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you that had you gasping his name.

His hands were everywhere, sliding down your sides, over your hips, pushing your dress the rest of the way off until you were lying there in nothing but your panties. He paused for a moment, just looking at you, his eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that made your skin flush with heat.

Then he was kissing you again, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was all-consuming, his hands sliding down to your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you, the evidence of his desire making you ache with need.

"Anakin," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation as he kissed his way down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion that left you trembling with anticipation.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin, making you shiver. And then his mouth was on you, his tongue stroking over your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you that made you cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working together to drive you higher and higher, until you were teetering on the edge, your body strung tight with need. And then he was inside you, filling you completely, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you moaning his name, your nails digging into his back. « Gonna make you a mommy, » he grunted, biting your throat. His hands gripped your waist tightly probably letting bruises. He swallowed the sweet skin of your cleavage in his mouth, suckling hickeys and pressing hot, tongue kisses on your chair. « My sweet little wife, gonna drag you on the aisle, » he pounded harder in you, his large cock reducing you at a doll-like state, your cock drunk face driving his crazy. « You’ll gimme babies, huh ? As much babies as I want. Gonna keep you round and full of me. Mine. My wife, the mother of my children. » his thrusts got sloppy and his face contorted in a mask of need.

The pleasure built and built, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending you spiraling into an orgasm so intense it left you shaking, your body clinging to his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You screamed your release, arching your back and curling your toes.

Anakin followed you over the edge, his own release spilling deep into you as he groaned your name, his body tensing above you before he collapsed, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, breathing hard, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

The night was a blur of passion and desire, a heady mix of pleasure and sensation that left you breathless and yearning for more. Anakin moved with a confidence that only came from someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and he made sure you knew it too. He took his time with you, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that fell from your lips. He pushed you to the edge again and again, his touch driving you wild, until you finally tumbled over, your body arching into his as you were consumed by the pleasure that only he could give you. You couldn’t count how much time he made you cum and came himself but you sure knew your belly wasn’t this bloated when you started.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the sheets as you settled into the warmth of each other’s embrace. Then he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he murmured, "I knew you were somethin’ special, doll."

You smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile as you snuggled closer to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I guess I’ll have to find more reasons to get stranded in Texas," you teased, your voice soft and content, the Stetson since forgotten on the floor.

The End…

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #james kelly #sam monroe #scott barringer #anakin smut #anakin x reader #evie writes #cowboy #fuck…

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wosobrainiac · 5 months ago

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Shelter

Pairing: Alessia x Leah x Pet!reader

With most of Arsenal rescuing pets, Leah and Alessia get talked into saving a traumatized pet from a shelter.

Warnings: This work includes Pet!play, and has themes of trauma and trafficking though nothing is explicitly stated. There will also be no sexual activities between the pets and the non-pets. Theres also nothing sexual in this fic. Its kinda cute if i do say so myself.

The univese is based on the Widow au universe found here

This is a side blog because I'm too nervous to post this on my actual blog. Please enjoy and let me know if you have more requests for this universe.

Alessia and Leah had never really considered getting a pet (human or otherwise) until their teammates started rescuing them.

First was Steph and her partner, who rescued a former pleasure kitten, Bella. She was surrendered when her CEO owner upgraded to one of the newer HFeline models with upgraded sexual proclivity when he lost interest in her.

Now she got to spend her days in a far too expensive cat tree, sunning herself and eating exotic treats from around the world.

Next were Viv and Beth who saved an adorable pup named Lady from being a bait dog in a dog fighting ring. Caitlin and Katie soon followed with a hulking retired HK9 named Jax, who begged for scraps at every meal and was a sucker for belly rubs. Kim rescued a bunny, Peaches, from a cosmetic company and Lotte had gotten a pup of her own, Brownie, who was also a pleasurehound for a major network, rejected when he no longer drew high ratings.

Arsenal was slowly becoming a zoo, filled with barks and purrs. Their team group chat had turned into a pet helpline filled with adorable pictures of the shenanigans

And while Leah and Alessia had come to love the new additions to their team, the pair still had… reservations.

Sure, the practice was widespread, and hardly considered controversial. And yes, some people willingly signed up to be pets when they turned 18. But many were surrendered due to debt, chose it over jail or were kidnapped and forced.

It didn’t sit right with them.

Not until they saw how their friends' pets were thriving after being treated properly. Not until they saw that they could offer the ability for pets to choose. The ability to show preference and desires and to have them honored.

Plus, Beth and Viv had made a fair point. Rescuing a pup was different than ordering one from one of the many Labs, Tech Companies or suppliers. It meant taking someone who had been in a crappy situation and offering them a new beginning. One that would be a vast improvement.

They could show them love, and give them dignity, something that was blatantly lacking from the pet trade.

That’s how they ended up at a pet shelter on one of their few Saturdays days of trailing after two attendants, Kara and Lexa, as they introduced them to each pet and gave them a short description of their personalities.

It was a nice way to do it, she thought.

It made each of the pets seem like more than just… objects. It made sure that they found the pet that fit them best. One they would click with.

She also realized it let Kara and Lexa make sure that her and Leah would be good owners.

Kara’s questions were subtle, asking about their jobs, the amount of time they could devote to a pet, what kind of home they lived in and what traits they valued. Lexa was more direct, point blank questioning them about what their plans were, and making sure that both of them agreed that many of the practices in both the pleasure and security sectors were despicable and not to be replicated.

“And who is this?” Alessia asked as they moved on to the next kennel, her fingers trailing along the tall black bars that made up the space.

Kara smiled widely, flipping the lock on the cage door and easing it open. “This is Missy,”

She reached up to scratch behind the kitten's dark hair, as Leah followed her.

“Hello Missy,” The blonde defender said, also reaching to pet the kitten, even as Alessia hovered by the door.

The kitten batted at her hand, trying to catch it, earning a fond smile from the defender. “You’re a spicy one, aren’t you?”

“Missy is quite playful, and absolutely loves attention,” Kara hummed, scratching the kitten under her chin. “And cooking shows, or anything with fish on the screen really,”

“She does prefer elevated spaces,” Lexa added, gesturing toward the tower of platforms the kitten was laying on. “And will get depressed if she has to stay at ground level,”

Alessia made a low noise, as Leah scratched gently behind the kitten’s ear, her eyes wandering down the line of kennels. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the kitten or any of the other pets they had seen, but she hadn’t felt that connection yet.

Still, there were so many kennels left.

It was heartbreaking how many of them were full. How many had little faces pressing against the black bars, trying to attract a potential owner?

All except one down at the very end of the hall.

She tilted back, trying to get a better look at what lay behind the bars, but all she could make out was a blue lump in the corner.

She couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards the cage.

“What about the one down there?” She asked, already stepping towards the dark metal bars at the very end of the hallway.

A pained look crossed Kara’s face as she followed Alessia’s gaze. “She’s one of our newer arrivals,”

“Why is she all alone?” Alessia asked as they passed empty kennels on either side of the ones leading up to the one at the end of the hallway.

“She’s having a hard time adjusting,” Kara explained, as Lexa walked in front of them. Leah trailed after them, looking much less enthusiastic.

The tattooed handler grimaced as they got closer to the cage. “Given her circumstances, she might not be the best fit for first-time owners,”

Leah silently agreed based on the giant orange sign taped to the black bars of your area that read:

Possibly aggressive

Two handlers are required during feeding

“Less, what about Missy? We don’t want-” Leah suggested, catching the forward's arm. Alessia glared over her shoulder, effectively killing any further protests on her tongue.

“The sign is just precautionary,” Kara said as they got closer, pausing at the door of the kennel. “She hasn’t been very interactive since she arrived, and we don’t have a good idea of her temperament yet,”

“And she hasn’t seemed interested in food, or treats, so we require two handlers in case there’s a trigger there we don’t know about yet,” Lexa continued, unhooking her keys from her waistband and with a jingle.

You pressed yourself into the far corner of the kennel at the sound, curling into a tight ball against the white bricks, and hiding your face from the group under a small blue blanket.

Alessia couldn’t stop the coo that left her lips at the sight of your nose just barely peeking out from underneath the small blanket.

“What’s her name?” She asked, shifting closer to the now open door, keeping her voice very soft.

“We don’t know. Her previous owner only identified her by a number, and she hasn’t responded to any that we’ve tried,” Kara explained, her voice going very soft. “The only thing she’s liked since she got here is the blanket,”

As if you understood that they were talking about the thin fabric covering you, your fingers wound tightly on the edge like you thought they would take it away.

All the movement did was shift the blanket to reveal more of your skin, littered with thick lines and yellowing bruises.

“We suspect she was training to be a fighting dog and failed during one of the final checks,” Kara explained softly at their collective intake of breath. “She was in rough shape when they brought her in,”

Leah made a low noise of agreement, her eyes trailing the thick line of gauze that peeked out from the small flannel blanket you had tucked around yourself. It spanned from your too-skinny side, across your ribs, and to your back, where Leah was sure she could count each of your vertebrae.

It made her sick that someone could do this to another creature. “Final checks?”

“They put them with a bait dog to test their prey drive,” Lexa explained, easing the door to your cage open. You made no move to greet them. “From their records and the amount of titanium modifications they made, they thought she would be very… lethal,”

Leah made a low sound in the back of her throat.

She knew about… modifications that people made to pets. The inhumane surgeries were considered upgrades.

It made her sick that not only had you been physically abused, but you had also been surgically altered for someone else’s purposes.

“Viv and Beth’s pup was a bait dog. She's such a tiny thing,” She murmured, thinking of how your scars mirrored those Lady bore.

“They’re purposefully kept weak so the fighting dogs can beat them and gain confidence,” Kara said, stepping just inside the kennel and to the side so they had a clear view of you.

Leah’s nose scrunched, thinking about how sweet and tiny Lady was, always rubbing up against legs and asking for pets and scritches. “Nasty stuff,”

“Indeed,” Kara agreed, crouching and leaning against the bars. You just curled tighter into yourself, shifting the blanket to cover more of your back. It slipped higher, revealing the thick scars on your legs just above your ankles.

The place where your tendons had been cut to prevent you from standing on 2 legs.

Alessia frowned, crouching next to Kara in the kennel entrance. “But she didn’t pass?”

“No. Their notes said her prey drive was too low, and unfortunately, that’s all the information we have besides the condition she was in when their compound was raided,” Lexa sighed, rubbing her forehead. “It appears that they were trying to enhance her hunting instincts with bearings and starvation,”

Alessia hummed, stepping into the cage beside Kara and squatting so she didn’t intimidate you.

“Hey pretty girl,” She said gently.

You peeked up at her, blinking slowly, most of your face still hidden, meeting her blue eyes. She could see the terror in them, masked only by the deepest sense of anguish.

She made a cooing sound. “It must be scary in here, huh?”

A low whimper left your lips, and you shifted towards the door, and Alessia, dragging the blanket with you.

The three women behind Alessia froze, and Lexa and Kara shared a look.

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever seen her move,” Kara murmured, reaching into the fanny pack around her waist and pulling a small slice of sausage out. At the same time, Lexa put one hand on the spray at her hip, and gestured for Leah to get low like Alessia and Kara were with the other.

They didn’t think you would snap, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

She followed Lexa’s instructions, kneeling and placing a gentle hand on Alessia’s shoulder.

“Try this,” The blonde kennel attendant kept her voice low as she passed the piece to Alessia, neither of their eyes leaving your timid form. “We haven’t had much luck getting her to eat, but maybe you can,”

She held the sausage out to you with a flat palm, and all four women held their breath as you scooted forward, and stopped, watching them with wide, terrified eyes.

“It’s ok, sweet one,” Alessia said, her voice soft, reassuring. “You can take it,”

You glanced from the treat to Alessia’s face and back, your nostrils going wide as you sniffed in the new scents, sliding just a bit closer to them.

You didn’t reach for the treat, instead you ducked your head and very gently raised it to touch the back of Alessia’s hand.

She moved slowly, taking the treat with her free hand and flipping her palm over to gently scratch your head.

You practically melted, pressing more of your head into her hand. Her nails ran over your scalp, and a sound that was cross between a purr and a growl fell from your lips.

Leah couldn’t hold in her little awe.

“She’s adorable,” She mumbled, inching towards you and extending a hand to join Alessia’s. She picked a spot just behind your ear, gently stroking the place where your skin and hair met.

You paused as you registered the new sensation, your body contorting like it didn’t know if it wanted to lean in closer or pull away.

“It’s ok. It’s just Leah. She won’t hurt you,” Alessia murmured, though she could tell you didn’t quite believe her.

She gently nudged Leah with her free arm, a silent order to say something that wouldn’t break the tenuous truce you had developed.

“You’re ok,” Leah murmured, gently scratching behind your ear. “Less is right, you are quite cute,”

You made a groaning sound in the back of your throat that was a mix between a grumble and a purr.

It pulled a smile from her lips. “You don’t like being called cute?”

You made the grumbling sound again, shrugging to displace Leah’s hand behind your ear.

The defender chuckled. “I see how it is,”

Alessia dragged her nails more deeply against your scalp, turning your grumble purr into a straight up purr, a wide smile pulled across her lips. “I want her,”

Leah hummed in agreement.

You were clearly attached to Alessia, and she trusted that - despite the large orange sign on your door- that you wouldn’t hurt the forward.

You were just scared and hurt, and you deserved a chance.

“Kara can get you set up in a room so we can fill out some paperwork and go over some of our suggestions, and I’ll get this one set up with a nice new collar and a muzzle,” Lexa said, pushing herself to her feet.

You flinched at the movement, causing the blanket to fall from your back.

“Shh pretty girl,” Alessia soothed you gently. “You’re ok,”

Leah frowned, gesturing towards where you were practically melting at Alessia’s touch. “Why does she need a muzzle? She hasn’t been aggressive,”

A pained expression crossed Kara’s features as she also pushed herself to her feet, more slowly than Lexa had. “The muzzle is just precautionary. We’ve had her isolated since she’s been here, and we don’t want an incident if she gets overwhelmed,”

Leah sighed, she had to agree.

The last thing she wanted was for you to lash out because you got frightened.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Alessia murmured, and you nuzzled deeper into her hand.

She took that as you saying you didn’t want her to leave either, but she knew she had to.

“They’ll only be a few minutes,” Kara promised.

“And I’ll take good care of your pretty girl,” Lexa added, smiling genuinely at them.

Alessia’s fingers dragged through your hair one more time, as she released a long breath.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes alright?” She said, giving your one last scratch before she pulled away.

You pouted as she stood, making a low, upset sound.

“I know,” She repeated. “Just a few minutes, and you get to come home with me and Lee,”

You huffed, turning away from them, grabbing your blanket between your teeth and heading for your little corner.

Alessia frowned, but didn’t stop you.

She knew it would take a lot to earn your trust.

“It’ll be alright,” Lexa said as she closed the door of the kennel. “We’ll come find you guys as soon as I got her all set up,”

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“She’s had all of her shots, and her medical paperwork is in the file. The first issue we should discuss is her temperament,” Kara began, sliding a stack of papers across the table for them to read, pointing to the first page that listed dietary suggestions. “I would suggest hand feeding. It’ll help her learn to trust you,”

“You said she hasn’t been interested in food,” Leah said, looking down at the page.

Next to likes and dislikes almost nothing was checked. There were no notes.

All except a little star next to the line that read Peanutbutter.

“No,” Kara agreed quickly. “But that could all be down to stress. Variety will be your best friend in the beginning. Stick with finding foods she’ll enjoy first, and then we can worry about meeting her required macros later,”

Alessia nodded, her mind already working through the foods they had in the cabinet and the ones they would need to buy.

The Arsenal meal team had done well to provide the growing zoo within the team with foods that fit their preferences. If they could grill Jax a T-bone steak for lunch every day, then surely they could grill whatever food you latched on to.

It would just be at home they would need to worry about.

“I’m also going to suggest obedience classes,” Kara continued, flipping the packet of papers to show them a flier. “We offer one three times a week that I think would help both of you and your new pup,”

“This is the one Lotte takes Brownie to,” Alessia noted, taking the flier.

Leah hummed. “Beth and Viv took Lady last week too,”

“Friends in class are good,” Kara nodded. “It will help her to be around the same pets, and she should feel more comfortable,”

Alessia and Leah shared a look.

Making you comfortable was their number one priority.

“We’ll be there,” Alessia said, only looking away from her girlfriend when a light knock sounded G the door, and it slowly swung open.

Lexa peeked her head in, before she looked behind her. “Alessia and Leah are in here, don’t you want to say hello?”

They waited another long second, before your face very hesitantly appeared beside Lexa’s leg in the doorway.

“Hey pretty girl, you’re ok,” Alessia said, breaking into a smile.

You perked up considerably at her voice, looking up at Lexa as though you were asking for permission to actually enter the room.

“Go ahead,” Lexa smiled down at you, reaching down to unclip the leash from your collar. “I think they’re excited to see you too,”

You waited a long second before you eased your way into the room, your blue blanket tied around your collar so it fell around your back like a cape.

“Come here sweetheart,” Alessia cooed, drawing your wary eyes away from Lexa and Kara towards her and Leah.

It took you another long second to make your way over to her, gently nudging her leg with your head.

She reached down to scratch the sensitive spot just behind your ear, over where the straps of the leather muzzle landed.

“Are you sure she needs that?” Leah asked, watching you carefully paw the material that covered your mouth.

“It’s just precautionary,” Lexa repeated, taking the seat beside Kara. “She’s not aggressive, but fear can provoke a reaction bite. I would suggest she wear it when you’re going to be around people and other pets, just until she’s socialized and loses that fear response,”

Leah and Alessia shared a hum, though Alessia didn’t look thrilled with the suggestion.

They understood, yes, but it felt… dehumanizing. You were a person after all, despite what you had been conditioned to believe.

At the same time, they both knew they couldn’t risk you biting someone, even out of fear.

“We just need a name for her to complete the paperwork,” Kara said, flipping the packet to the last page. “You can use pretty girl if you like,”

Leah and Alessia shared another look.

While pretty girl was a nice nickname for you, they had something different in mind for your actual name.

“Let’s go with Y/n,” Leah said, looking back towards Kara and Lexa.

You hummed contentedly at the name, leaning into Alessia’s fingers.

“I think she likes that name,” Alessia cooed, digger her nails under the straps of the muzzle, making sure none of your hair tangled in it.

You made another sound of contentment as Kara finished filling out the papers and slid them to Leah and Alessia.

“Just sign on the dotted line, and she’s all yours,”

It only took them a second to scrawl their signatures on the indicated lines, and then Alex’s was passing them your leash.

“Enjoy your new super pup,” Lexa said, winking at you. “And treat her well,”

“We will,” Leah promised.

They would take care of you, and fix the damage that had been done if it was the last thing they ever did.

OoOoOoO

Getting you back to their apartment had been… interesting.

You had not been thrilled about the chest harness they strapped you into, but you hadn’t minded the car ride, even enjoying it when Alessia opened the back window for you.

It was fine until they pulled up alongside a car that also had a pup in the back. You had pulled away from the window immediately, nearly jumping into the boot of Leah’s jeep before he started barking.

By the time the light changed and Leah eased the car forward, you were shaking like a leaf. It struck both of them as slightly off considering you had been trained to be a fighting dog.

You had been very hesitant as they got you out of the car, your eyes swiveling around as they led you into their apartment and showed you around.

Since then you had been curled up on the soft pet bed they had stationed in the living room, not even letting them close enough to you to remove the muzzle.

They knew it would take time for you to settle. Their friends had all warned them of that already, so they let you be, flipping through channels until they got to a shark documentary that seemed to catch your attention.

Alessia was thankful that the kitchen was connected to the living room so she didn’t have to leave you as she made dinner. Not that she didn’t trust Leah to watch you, but she didn’t want you to think she had disappeared.

The first step to building trust was to show you that they were there, and you were safe.

She stuck with simple foods, chicken and rice, partially because Leah didn’t like anything remotely adventurous and partially because she didn’t know what you would enjoy.

She and Leah ate first, sharing worried looks when you didn’t even patter over at the smell of food.

After their meal was cleaned up, they turned their attention to you.

They started by sitting on the floor in front of their couch, a good distance from your pet bed, with your food bowl.

“Hey pretty girl, are you hungry?” Alessia asked gently, holding the bowl out for you to sniff. “If you come a little closer I can take your muzzle off and you can eat,”

You didn’t lift your head off of hand, or make any move to approach them.

Your nostrils didn’t even flare out to smell the bowl.

It sent red flags spinning in their brains.

They shared a look before Alessia passed the bowl to Leah and scooted closer to you, to the edge of your bed. “Ok pretty girl, will you let me take the muzzle off?”

Your eyes flickered away from shark show and towards the blonde briefly, before your head tilted minutely.

She took that as the ok to reach for the buckle on the leather contraption attached to your face, carefully easing it open and sliding it off of your head.

You yawned wide as soon as it was removed, scrunching your nose adorably.

Alessia passed the leather contraption she never intended to use again back to Leah, and the defender passed her the bowl.

She reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of chicken, carefully holding it out to you with a flat palm. “Eat for me, pretty girl,”

You huffed.

“Please,” Alessia said, her voice edging on pleading as she offered you the piece again.

You sighed, clearly unhappy, but you leaned forward and took the piece of chicken from her gently, chewing and swallowing.

“Good girl, Y/n,” The forward hummed, reaching into the bowl and pulling out another piece.

You let her feed you a few more bites before you buried your face in your bed, clearly signaling that you were finished with your meal.

Alessia sighed again, looking back at Leah who could only shrug.

She turned back to you and slowly extended her hand, scratching behind your ear. “You can be done,”

You made a groaning noise that sounded like relief.

Leah snorted, pushing herself to her feet and grabbing the half-filled bowl of food from Alessia. “I don’t think I ever per a pet who was happy dinner was over,”

“Y/n is one of a kind,” Alessia agreed, her nails dragging pleasantly against your scalp.

OoOoOoO

Bedtime was relatively easy.

Alessia and Leah went about their normal routines, only adding brushing your teeth and showing you where there was a second bed for you at the base of their bed.

This one had a fluffy red blanket and a stuffed dragon.

You had been… hesitant at first to get into it, looking at the door for the blue bed that existed in the living room.

You chose to sit just in front of it, curling in a little ball that didn’t look comfortable, and draping your favorite blue blanket around you. (Alessia longed to fix it since it was bunched and only covered half of your body).

Again, Leah and Alessia let you be.

Lights were turned off as a stupid show played on the television as all three of you wound down, and before you knew it, a silence had settled over the room. It was broken only by the sounds of breathing and the occasional shift on the bed.

It was… uncomfortable.

You weren’t used to it being so… quiet.

You were used to the sounds of barks, and chain link shifting lulling you to sleep. You were used to a corner you could curl up in.

You weren’t used to a bed, and you wanted to lay in it but you were sure it was a… trap.

Just like you had thought the chicken Alessia tried to feed you was a trap.

It had always been a trap before.

You huffed, shifting next to the pet bed.

Maybe if you slept in it, but woke up before the two women who had adopted you, you would be safe.

It was soft, and you would be warm.

You shifted again, freezing at the sound of someone moving from on the bed permeated the room.

You had woken them up, and now the other shoe would finally fall.

You curled tighter into yourself and waited for the pain that never came.

Instead, there were only soft footsteps.

“Trouble sleeping?”

Your eyes blinked open at Leah’s soft question, meeting her blue eyes in the low light of the television.

You nodded hesitantly.

“Me neither,” Leah agreed. “Let’s go get a midnight snack,”

You padded after the defender as she headed towards the kitchen, stopping by the island near the stove as she headed for the cabinet by the fridge.

She grabbed a brown jar with a teal lid, setting it on the counter before rummaging around in the drawer below.

“Ah ha,” She cheered, holding up a spoon victoriously, grabbing the Jar, and turning to face you.

Your head tilted to the side at the object.

“I think you’ll like this,” She said, unscrewing the top and dipping in the spoon.

When she pulled it out, the most delicious-smelling substance you had ever encountered coated it.

You watched with rapt attention as the spoon disappeared into her mouth and came out clean.

Your mouth watered.

“Peanut butter?” Leah asked, tilting the jar your way.

Your head tilted, and you just barely leaned forward on your knuckles as your nose flared, trying to catch more of the scent.

Leah’s lips tilted up at how adorable you looked, as she dipped the spoon back in the jar and then held it out for you. It was just out of your reach, closer to her than you had ventured yet.

You had an immediate connection with Alessia but were still incredibly wary of her for some reason, she tried not to let it bother her.

You were hesitant to take the step forward.

But it smelled so good.

Your tummy rumbled, and your tongue darted across your lips.

Leah stayed perfectly still, watching you with bated breath. She knew this was the only way to build trust with you. To show you that they wouldn’t hurt you.

You very slowly took a step, tilting your head towards the offered treat, your eyes moving rapidly between her and the spoon.

Your tongue carefully made its way between your lips and licked the spoon.

Your eyes went very wide at the taste, and you quickly leaned closer to take the spoon into your mouth.

“Good right?” Leah asked with a chuckle as the spoon came out of your mouth, completely free of peanut butter.

You woofed softly, using your nose to nudge the now empty spoon back towards Leah, eyeing the jar on the counter.

She followed your eyes, shaking her head. “How about we try something else?”

Alessia would kill her if she found out all you had eaten was Peanut Butter when you hadn’t been interested at all in dinner. She would point out that you needed carbs and protein to help you get to a healthy weight while being healthy. Neither of them liked how… skeletal you were, and any food was good really, but so was balance to give you the most sustainable energy they could.

Leah searched the counter, looking for something to pair with the only food you seemed to like.

“What about some banana?” She asked, grabbing for the fruit.

She opened it and broke off a piece, offering it to you.

You leaned forward to sniff it and pulled back in disgust.

“What about if we add some Peanut butter?” She asked, digging the spoon back into the peanut butter and sticking the pale yellow slice on top.

You stared at her skeptically, sure that the fruit would ruin the delicious brown treat underneath.

“It’s good, trust me,” Leah promised when your eyes flickered back up to her.

You huffed, scrunching your nose up at it, and then flinching away when you realized what you had done.

“No pretty girl, you’re ok,” Leah said, dropping her voice and immediately sinking down so she was on the same level as you. She didn’t want to frighten you. “You’re allowed to not like things,”

You curled into yourself, tucking your body as close as you could to the island.

Leah wondered idly if Alessia would have elicited the same reaction from you. You seemed to trust the forward more for whatever reason.

She gently pulled the banana bit off of the spoon, popping it into her mouth and offering the peanut butter to you once again.

You sniffed, barely peeking out at her.

She understood now why peanut butter was the only food on your list at the shelter.

It was the only thing besides Alessia (and maybe your blue blanket) that you would risk coming out of your shell for.

“You can have it,” Leah assured you, keeping her voice soothing and calm, ignoring the soft sound of padding feet coming down the hallway from their bedroom. “You’re ok,”

You sniffed again, wishing you had brought your blanket with you on this excursion. Bad things always happened when you forgot it.

You wanted to trust Leah, and the peanut butter did smell amazing.

Very slowly, you leaned forward towards the spoon, making eye contact with Leah before you took it back into your mouth.

She kept still as you licked it clean with a satisfied sigh, and pulled away.

“Let’s go to bed,” She said, slowly pushing herself to stand, placing the spoon in the sink to be dealt with in the morning, and putting the jar of Skippy back into the cabinet.

You woofed again softly, padding after her once she was done.

Maybe things would be good here.

#woso x reader #engwnt x reader #woso imagine #lionesses x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #Alessia Russo X Leah Williamson x Reader #Sheltered!universe

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morbific-or-felicific · 1 year ago

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Not a whole Fic but blurb question

How would Scara eat you out? Would he tease you? Praise you after ur long day or make you sit on his face? I need to know.. for research purposes

Hmmmm…

You had had such a long day at work, even having to stay later than you were supposed to. From the moment you had gotten home, you had been taken care of by your boyfriend. His usual snide remarks were replaced by questions about your day and reassurance that you had done your best as he tried(and failed) to cook you dinner. Eventually, he just ended up ordering your favourite food.

After you had finished your food, as well as the tea Scaramouche had made you, you had been told to take off your clothes and go to your bedroom so he could help you relax further.

You settled onto the edge of the bed as your boyfriend settled between your thighs. Without saying a word, Scaramouche rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, gently rubbing them with his thumbs as he leaned in to run his tongue up your slit. He drew circles on your clit with his tongue, and you moaned in response.

Scaramouche wasted no time. He licked and sucked at your clit, letting his tongue explore your perfect pussy. He traced his name between your legs and made his way down to your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside of you and brought you closer and closer to your end.

Finally, he brought his attention back to your clit and removed a hand from your thigh in order to push his fingers inside of you. He coaxed your orgasm out of you as you laid back and moaned.

“That’s it. Cum for me like a good girl.”

He carried you through your release until you were trying to wiggle away from the stimulation. He removed himself from between your legs, wiping his face off with his t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He left to get a warm cloth to clean you up a bit, letting you come down from everything slowly. He set the cloth down and covered you both in a blanket. You happily traced his abs as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Your boyfriend watched you with hearts in his eyes as he tried not to let slip how much it tickled.

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kobrafangs · 5 months ago

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i've been compiling a bunch of maze runner headcannons over the past few weeks, and i decided to share what i have so far :) fyi most of these are ivytrio centered heheh ^_^ enjoy!!!

- newt would be a big oatmeal fan. he'd have it every day and put cubed fruits and maple syrup in it too. thomas prefers a plain toast with butter and always teases newt for "being an old coot"

- minho is rlly extra and likes to make these fancy pancakes that frypan taught him how to make

- newt would be addicted peach tea. every morning he goes to the convenience store and he buys a bottle before class

- newt loves bracelets and he made a matching pair for him and thomas :] (minho, newt, & thomas also have separate matching bracelets!)

- newt does poetry & art. he carries around a little sketchbook in his satchel where he jots random thoughts and sketches. his muse is thomas <3

- newt likes musicals & claymation/stop motion movies (his fav is dear evan hanson or kubo and the 2 strings) & thomas likes action movies (his favs are starwars or the spiderman movies)

- their fav movie to watch together is fantastic mr fox or coraline

- thomas and minho are both on their school's track team

- thomas downloaded duolingo as a joke but now he feels guilty if he misses even a single day so he has a daily streak of 479

- thomas almost threw up crying watching end game (he forced newt to watch it with him as well)

- thomas prefers calling/face timing over texting and he will do everything in his power to call

- he's also like the least coherent texter of all time He always has like 90 spelling errors in a 4 word text

- newt doesnt like calls but is also the driest texter of all time

- minho sends those corny Good Morning! gifs with a sunset in the background and glitter and flowers on it

- minho studies hard, passes his classes

- newt barely studies, passes his classes (hes just smart)

- thomas doesnt study whatsoever, passes his classes somehow

- minho has legible, normal-but-a-bit-wonky handwriting

- newt has a slanted cursive scrawl

- everything thomas writes is illegible

- minho has the dirtiest mind known to mankind

- when frustrated, minho gets really sassy, thomas gets snappy and fidgety, and newt just goes silent

- minho would go on 5 am runs and post a picture of him on his instagram story all sweaty and smiling and put the dumbest caption of all time on it

- thomas cannot eat unless he puts on a show

- minho scrolls on his phone and texts people while he eats

- newt raw dogs every meal No stimulation whatsoever. pure silence

- thomas is extremely ticklish. like hellishly ticklish. he will literally scream like hes getting stabbed and kick his feet if he gets tickled

- ivy trio stays up until like 3 am playing horror games. thomas is the one who always screams bloody murder at literally any noise, minho keeps yelling at thomas to shut up, and newt is the only one actually playing the game. they also love roblox

- minho and thomas play dress to impress and they get way too invested in it

- newt & sonya braid daisies in each other's hair

- thomas likes having his hair played with

- thomas likes chewing gum, specifically bubble gum because hes actually 8 years old and likes to blow bubbles

- newt looooovessss libraries he'd literally live in one if he could

- minho unironically says "where my hug at" to thomas and newt

- newt is usually the little spoon but he knows thomas likes it too so sometimes he insists on being the big spoon just so thomas is happy

- sun thomas, moon newt, comet minho

- thomas isn't allowed to play fnaf anymore because the last time he did he got jump-scared so hard he threw his phone against the wall so hard it made a hole

- thomas's favourite pony is pinkie pie, newt's is applejack, minho's is rainbow dash

- newt has a fear of heights so thomas and minho always have to beg for him to go to an amusement park with them

- danny gonzalez thomas, drew gooden newt, kurtis conner minho

- minho always quotes random tiktok audios that nobody gets so at one point he just started making up really specific ones that catered to whatever situation they're in and then proceed to gaslight newt and thomas into believing they're real

- dog thomas, cat newt, otter minho

- THOMAS TMNT FAN RAAAHHH

- newtmas' favourite date was an aquarium date. thomas is absolutely captivated by all the fish and newt is so enamoured

- newt would probably like manga (he really enjoyed saiki k, chainsaw man, and sxf)... its his guilty pleasure

- on minho's aforementioned morning runs, he BLASTS pop music thru his headphones. because of this he's literally almost deaf. he always goes "huh" "what?" "say again?" whenever talking to anybody but it especially makes newt so frustrated

- also. minho would love charli xcx SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES!!!! he really likes pop music because it gets him pumped up and energized

- when thomas is focused, his speech gets really curt and he kinda shuts the world out because hes so tunnel visioned. as a result people think hes just really rude and a pain to work with

- only newt can work with him effortlessly because they don't need words to communicate. a slight nose scrunch? thomas knows he made a mistake. quirk of the brow? newt nods his head to show his approval. thomas taps his fingers against the table? newt can tell he's frustrated. their relationship can be tacit but understood by one another which is why they work so well with each other

- thomas LOOOOOVES karaoke he literally will not hesitate to belt his heart out

- when thomas blushes, he blushes HARD. he gets really red in the face and gets super embarrassed and newt likes to tease him for it

- when drunk, thomas gets really chatty, newt becomes clingy, and minho turns into a whole nother person he gets SO rowdy and loud and crazy. life of the party kinda guy

and thats all for now hehe !! ^_^ hope these were entertaining enough :p

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr newt #tmr minho #newtmas #ivy trio #headcannons

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thelurchinghound · 1 year ago

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Midnight snack

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Gender: Tiefling! FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con, dacryphilia, eating out, fingering. Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for the reader. Mentions of death.

A/n: Ah love my evil cowboy guy, he's so silly. Sorry if this is shit cuz I wrote this at like 1 in the morning on no sleep and a dream. Felt like I should fed y'all or something. THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS FOR BG3 ACT 1.

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The smell of blood lingered in the grove after the slaughter of the tieflings and druids. Bodies of all sizes lay in piles of blood, bile by some. Goblin shouts echo in victory, looting the wooden trunks and grabbing all the beer they can. Though, Adonis didn't even glance at them. A sneer of dark satisfaction on his lips as his foot made a sickening crunch to the tiefling's head. Killing it if it wasn't dead already. His foot plants on their chest, and with a rough yank, he pulls his long sword from their stomach. Clearing the weapon of its gruesome traces on their shitty rags that they used to call clothes.

"Pity, so young, so stupid," he grumbled in a low voice to himself, his tone holding no remorse for the young tiefling. With a grunt, he stretches out, turning to talk to Minthara. The flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye drew his focus. Now that made his eyebrow quirk, a devilish smile gracing his plump lips. It seems the lucky ring he pried from that bratty kid's hands did work after all. He strolled towards the barrel, both hands on the hilt of his sword. His leather boots squelch in the bloody mud.

Adonis didn't even give you a chance to struggle, plead, or try and shove him away. His bloody fist twisted the collar of your shirt. Pulling you up to him, his peach eyes staring daggers into yours. He looked at you with malice, so much anger in his heart for a stranger. The half-elf reeked of spilled guts and liquor. It was pungent, assaulting your senses, and left a bad taste on your tongue. It made your face cringe, though he didn't seem to notice or care enough.

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" He said, shifting from one foot to the other. His gloved hand yanked your face from side to side. The stickiness of blood now coated you. Sharp eyes examining every little detail of you. "You're slicker than a hog in a mud puddle, ain't ya? Thought ya could escape my eyes? My wrath?" Adonis hissed before a swift knock to the head befitted you. You were out cold in less than a second.

When you woke up next, you didn't recognize the place, a cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. Your clothes were somewhere to your side, you seemed relatively unharmed. Tight knots secured your limbs, rendering any attempt at escape futile. The groggy thud of your head made it hard for your eyes to stay open, and the cheering of the goblins didn't help. The sleeping roll under you pressed against your aching limbs, it was cheap with no cushion to it. Quiet chatter between a man and a woman passed through the tent's folds. The talk was short, you could make anything out. The sharp ringing in your ears hadn't subsided.

The tent's fabric abruptly got yanked open to reveal the same man from earlier. Adonis didn't miss the way your tail flicked nervously or how your eyes darted around. "Relax darlin' I ain't 'ere to hurt you, yet," a faint chuckle leaves him as he says that. "Thought I deserved a lil' treat." The hat settled onto the surface with a gentle thud. "And I must say, you look like quite the treat. Not usually my type but better than the ugly muck of goblins out there," he was on you by that point. The leather gloves he was wearing were now discarded on the side by the hat. Scared hands run over curves and dip of your body. His body shivered when his fingertips ran over the ridges of your skin. They run down until reaching your tail, wasting no time grabbing it in a harsh grip.

Instinctively your tail coils around his forearm like a snake. An amused smirk suggested that he found the action rather entertaining. Leaning down he places rough kisses along your body. Starting at your jaw until he gets down between your thighs. The half-elf spread apart your thighs, his nose digging between your folds. Hot wet tongue lapping at the sweetness dripping down. Letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud. A muffled cry leaves your lips, your body trying to shuffle away fruitlessly. He pulls back a little, thumb swiping across his bottom lip with a hum. "Damn doll, you sweeter than any pie I ever tasted. Lemme get another taste," he snorted before diving back in with the addition of his fingers. One finger probes at your entrance before sliding in, he pumps it in and out for a bit before adding another in. While his fingers work on your cunt his lips roughly suck at your clit.

Tears streak down your face as Adonis keeps working on your cunt. You could hardly feel your numbing thighs quivering as that coil in you started to tighten. Though, your pleasure got cut off when the half-elf pulled back with a shit-eating grin. "Names Adonis, by the way," he impishly said. "Now, now. Stop yer pretty lil' crying. The fun hasn't even started yet," the hand that was holding your thigh unbuttons his pants. His erection is already swollen and throbbing.

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shinycupcakebaker · 11 months ago

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Holding me tight

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’Floyd x single mom reader

Summary: Bob surprises you for a late Valentine’s Day celebration. Inspired by the song Bubbly by Colbie Caillat.

Content warnings: fluffiness, surprises, ‘cliff hanger’ ending

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This is my contribution to @ohtobeleah Galentine’s Day Special. I hope that y’all enjoy it. 😊

You sat in the hospital lab, your leg nervously bouncing as the nurse drew your blood. You glanced at your watch as she withdrew the needle from your arm and placed a cotton ball over the area. You pulled your arm up and held it in place as she placed a piece of tape over the cotton. You stood quickly, “Thank you Chloe. Can you have the results texted or emailed to me? I have to pick up Myka from school.”

She nodded and you quickly headed out to your car. You called the school from the car, letting them know that you were running late but on your way. 20 minutes later, you were pulling up to the school. Parking and hopping out of the car, you headed into the school to sign her out.

“Sorry,” you signed. “An emergency came in and I had some bloodwork drawn.”

“You okay, Dr. L/N?” The secretary, Mrs. Greene signed.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, I’m fine. Just been a bit tired lately. And I had that stomach bug that was going around.”

Mrs. Greene nodded and sighed. “It’s been going thru school like a wildfire. Here she is.”

You turned and saw Myka walking to the front office with her teacher. You smiled as she ran to you, hugging her tightly.

“Hey Myks, you ready? You do you say about pizza for dinner? And we can watch a movie as we eat.”

Myka nodded excitedly and waved good bye to her teacher and Mrs. Greene. You thanked her teacher and headed out to the car, hand in hand.

Myka excitedly told you about her day at school. That there was a new student in her class that was assigned to the desk next to hers. And that they were starting the times tables in Math class. Before long you were pulling into the driveway of your modest 2 bedroom home.

Entering the house, you had Myka put her lunch bag in the kitchen and change out of her uniform before starting her homework at the kitchen table.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” You had told Myka before making sure the front door was locked and headed upstairs. Walking into your bedroom, smiling softly at the base of peach colored tulips that sat at your bedside. Bob had them sent to you at the hospital for Valentine’s Day.

You and Bob had been doing the long distance thing since you had met at the Naval Ball in October. You had to figure out a way to thank Rooster for asking you to be his ‘date’.

Whenever you talked to Bob or even thought of him, this feeling came over you. It was like tingles combined with butterflies. It started in your toes and worked its way up your body. Your cheeks would flush pick whenever he looked at you with that shy knowing smile. Everyone seemed to think that he was this shy guy that had no game but oh boy, they all were dead wrong. That man had swept you off your feet. He was always 2 steps ahead, carefully observing everything and taking it all in.

He and Rooster had come out to visit for Christmas and he surprised you by learning ASL for Myka. She was so excited and you were beyond touched. Usually when guys found out that you had a daughter, and that she was hearing impaired, they headed for the door. Not Bob. He wanted to know all about her. What she liked. What her favorite color was. He warmed your heart by wanting to get to know her.

You headed back downstairs, sitting down next to Myka and looked over her homework with her. She was working on her times tables with you placed started to place the order for pizza.

“Myks, plain cheese or pepperoni?”

“Pepperoni please.” She smiled and went back to her homework.

You ordered a small pepperoni and a large veggie, no mushrooms with bacon and extra black olives.

“About 30 minutes. What movie did you want to watch?”

She thought for a minute, smiling. “Can we watch The Marvels?”

You nodded and kissed the top of her head as you stood up. “Of course.”

Standing at the sink, you emptied her lunch bag, washing out the plastic containers and the inside of the bag. You started making up her lunch for the next day when the doorbell rang. It hadn’t yet been 30 minutes. Glancing out the window, seeing it had started to rain and frowned.

“Myks, can you see if it’s the pizza?” You dried off your hands and went to grab your wallet for a tip.

“Momma!!! It’s for you!!” Myka came running back to the kitchen with a huge grin. You looked at her strangely and headed out to the front door. Opening the door, gasping loudly as Bob stood in front of you with a large bouquet of roses and tulips.

“Bob!!” You pulled him inside, out of the rain, and threw your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

He pulled you in close, kissing you. “Well, surprise. You said you work Valentine’s Day but you managed to get the early shift today and you were off tomorrow, so I wanted to come out to see you and Myka.”

You sighed softly , laying your head on his chest. “You are amazing, Bob. You know that, right?”

He smiled, looking down at you, and kissed the top of your head. “You’ve told me once or twice.”

Myka ran over, grabbing Bob hand and pulled him towards the living room. “Come on Bob! We’re gonna have pizza and watch a movie.”

He followed behind Myka as she tugged him. “That sounds like fun. What movie are you ladies watching?”

Myka giggled. “The Marvels.”

“I haven’t seen that one yet.” Bob smiled. “Myka, I have something I wanted to ask you. Would you be my Valentine?

She turned her attention to Bob as he revealed a small bouquet of 2 pink roses and 2 pink tulips held by a stuffed bear. She smiled brightly, nodding as she hugged him and took the bouquet from him.

Your heart melted and that warm and fuzzy tingly feeling came over you again. Seeing the two of them interact was something that you had worried about. You hadn’t really dated since Myka’s father had passed and you weren’t sure how she would react to you ‘dating’. But she warmed to Bob instantly and he made sure that she was involved in everything. Myka ran over to you, beaming. “Bob got me flowers Momma!”

“He did? They are beautiful Myks. Let’s put them in some water and we can put them in your room when you head to bed.” You took her hand and led her to the kitchen, looking for a vase. Cutting off the ends and put the flowers in water, the doorbell rang again. Smiling and booping Myka’s nose, “I bet that’s the pizza now.”

Setting the flowers on the counter, you turn and see Bob with the pizzas in hand. He walks to the kitchen, smiling and set them on the counter. “He said they were already paid for, so I gave him a tip.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” You turned, grabbing some paper plates and napkins from the cupboard. “But thank you. Myka, how many slices do you want?”

“Two, please.” She called from the living room. You placed 2 pieces on a plate and opened your pizza box when the smell of bacon and onion combined hit you and you scrambled for the bathroom.

Bob watched as you ran down the hallway, glancing over at Myka. “Momma’s been sick a lot lately.”

He raised his eyebrows, jogging down the hallway as he heard you getting sick. Knocking softly on the door, “Y/N, you okay?”

You quickly rinsed out your mouth and opened the door, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay Bob.” You placed a hand on his cheek, smiling up at him.

“Myka said you’ve been getting sick a lot.” Bob looked concerned, taking your hand in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

There was the feeling again. You crinkled your nose and nodded. “A couple of weeks ago, a bunch of us from the hospital got food poisoning from the diner across the street from the ER. And last week, the stomach bug was running thru the ER and Myka’s school. I’m really okay.”

“Okay. Myka has the movie ready to go.” Bob nodded and kissed your forehead before leading you out to the living room. You sat down on the couch with him, leaning into his chest as he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you, his fingers trailing gently up and down your arm as the movie started.

Smiling as the warmth enveloped you, your head tucked under Bob’s chin. As your head laid on his chest, his steady breathing and heartbeat relaxed you. You could imagine staying like this forever, wrapped in his arms. You shifted slightly as your phone chimed with an alert. Pulling your phone from your pocket, the alert was from your MyChart app with your test results. Opening the app quickly, seeing the results, mumbling, “Oh shit….”

#leahsgalentinesdayspecial #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #top gun maverick

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byeuijoo · 1 year ago

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not so secret 𐀔 kim woonhak

genre : pure fluff ⋆ warnings : nothing particular just some marvel endgame movie spoilers ⋆ word count : 1219

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your mother always taught you that lying was a sin, but was lying so bad if it meant preserving something that could make you happy? you'd thought long and hard about whether you should finally tell your group of friends that you were in a relationship with one of them — all this to end up telling you that keeping your love story a secret for the time being was the best solution.

you and woonhak tried hard to keep a low profile, slipping away from time to time, each time finding a new hiding place to spend a little moment just the two of you. but sometimes, the temptation to glue each other was too strong — and fortunately, it seemed totally natural to your friends' eyes.

after a long week of classes, your tradition was to spend the night at sungho's house, eating anything and everything while playing silly games with quality background music specially chosen by the one and only han dongmin. so here you are, in sungho's living room, sipping your peach iced tea while watching jaehyun fight dongmin over the best marvel superhero.

« i'm telling you captain america is the best ! » he suddenly swung a cushion at the black-haired boy's face. and after that, taesan retorted, trying to convince jaehyun that iron man was actually better than captain america. « but he's dead ! » jaehyun shouted, which amused the rest of the people in the room, including you. but your attention was drawn to a certain young boy, climbing the stairs, who gave you a look and a smile you couldn't resist.

« i'm going to the bathroom, i'll be right back. » you say to the boys, before throwing off your blanket and making your way discreetly upstairs.

looking around you, tiptoeing on your toes, your body was suddenly dragged into a room, which almost made you cry out in surprise. but your eyes soon found the beaming face of your boyfriend, who had taken you prisoner in his arms.

« i could have hit you. » you said softly, pinching his rib, which drew a little laugh from his lips. « i know you wouldn't have done it. » he said in return, in a whisper, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

it was this kind of moment that you cherished the most, a relaxing, soothing atmosphere that made you feel safe and warmed your heart. and this kind of cocoon, you only had it with woonhak. certainly, you were still young, just discovering what love is — but you already knew that your heart had a soft spot for him.

camouflaging your tiny body against the warmth of his, woonhak stroked up and down your spine, simply enjoying your presence. « we're going to get caught if we stay here much longer, » you whispered, gently straightening up to rub the tip of your nose against his cheek, « we should go back downstairs. »

the young boy nodded, but didn't miss the opportunity to place a little kiss on your cheek, which made your heart beat faster. you didn't even have time to retort, he was already out of the room, running to join the other boys in the living room. tapping your cheeks to keep from grinning like an idiot, you followed his lead as you joined them again, without noticing the suspicious looks juggling the youngest and yourself.

later that evening, jaehyun had the bright idea of playing a silly and childish game called : truth or dare. sitting next to woonhak, his hand naturally clinging to yours but camouflaged by your blanket, you rolled your eyes as you observed the dares given, each more idiotic than the last one. « you guys really are a great team of idiots.. » you sighed as you finished your pizza, instantly regretting your words when your gaze met dongmin's.

« y/n, you talk a lot but don't play much. » you saw it, the machiavellian look in his eyes, and the mischievous smile on his lips just afterwards, the black-haired boy undoubtedly had an idea in mind, « so, truth or dare? »

in both cases, you knew you would regret your decision. but in both cases, you were obliged to play. so, glancing slightly at your (secret) boyfriend, who was urging you to answer, you sighed, finally declaring : « truth. »

taesan seemed satisfied with your answer, and glanced at jaehyun who nodded briskly, with a smile so big it could take up the whole of his face. « are you and woonhak in a relationship? » he asked so boldly that you might have fallen off your chair if you'd been sitting on one.

you were trapped, and your round, big eyes must have betrayed your answer. you seemed speechless, unsure if it was the right time to finally confess to all your friends that, yes, you were in a relationship with woonhak. but before you can say anything, leehan, who had slipped in behind you unawares, pulled the blanket from over your hands and revealed to everyone what was hidden underneath : your fingers entwined with each other.

« you can no longer deny it. » commented riwoo, who found the scene unfolding in front of him particularly amusing. and when you finally give in, nodding positively and sighing, thunderous applause and shouts of euphoria echoed through the room, « yes. we're together. woonhak is my boyfriend. »

observing the reactions of the boys one by one, who all seemed very happy to finally know the truth, you insisted that he was YOUR boyfriend while throwing lasers with your eyes at jaehyun, who had just thrown himself at the younger boy, already starting to tease him about your relationship. woonhak's hand unhooked from yours in a desperate attempt to get rid of the big puppy that was crushing him right now, giving sungho the opportunity to approach you, a smile far too glorious to be natural.

suddenly pushing him away and crossing your arms against your chest, you prevented a laugh from escaping your lips, wanting to continue sulking. « you're not mad? » you asked in a small voice, glancing at your friend out of the corner of your eye. for his part, sungho shrugged, shaking his head negatively, « not at all. if you hadn't told us, you must have had a reason to do so. » — you loved that he was so understanding, and you thanked him inwardly for not reacting immaturely and reproaching both of you for your silence. but something wasn't quite right : how could they all have known?

« how long have you known about this? » you finally asked, as he ruffled your hair in a comforting gesture. the eldest of the group sat down beside you, patting your shoulder as you watch the youngsters making a mess a little further on, « dongmin has been having doubts for a while, » he explained, before pinching your cheek, « but next time remember to lock the door when you hide somewhere in my house. »

with a falsely shocked expression and round eyes, you nodded and laughed. in the end, sharing your secret with your closest friends wasn't such a bad idea.

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reblogs & feedbacks are highly appreciated !

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untitled5071 · 1 year ago

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Hi! here’s a oneshot request. I would love a fic of them going out on a cute date! They unfortunately didn’t get to do that in the movie and it makes me sad, they deserve a cute date 🩵🪡⚡️

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Sneaking into drive-in movies was almost laughably easy.

Lisa snuck ahead to try to scope out the scene, delighted to find that there were very few cars to block their view, and even fewer people to spot them on the little hill just to the left of the field the screen was in. Cult films were hardly the kind that drew the Brookside crowd in, which is exactly what Lisa was banking on. With a self-satisfied smile, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted back into the woods where her undead boyfriend was waiting.

She found him exactly where she left him, a picnic basket dangling from one hand and a folded blanket clasped in the other. He was wearing one of her dad’s sweaters; it hung slightly large on his thin frame, but the black and purple really brought out the dark circles around his eyes, and his regular pants. When she came into view, his sunken eyes locked onto her and his pale lips spread in a sickeningly fond smile, one that only widened when she took both of his hands and pulled him towards the spot they would be watching the movie from, spreading her eyes wide and presenting the site of their date with all the bravado a ringmaster would a circus.

“Here we are! The best date sight in all of Brookside for people who can’t be seen in public because of their growing criminal record!”

The still-nameless creature surveyed the area approvingly, dropping his burdens at the spots Lisa pointed to. Together, they unfurled the large crocheted afghan that Lisa’s mother had made and placed it over the fallen leaves and slightly damp grass, Lisa bending down to smooth it out while the creature lugged over the picnic basket and laid it on top. The two of them crawled on top of the afghan and settled in the middle, sides pressed together while Lisa started to pull things out of the basket and the creature watched fondly.

She laid out two cans of Pepsi Free, some Doritos, popcorn, some various Hostess snack cakes, peach rings, licorice, Milk Duds and any other slightly appealing movie food she could have possibly grabbed from the convenience store downtown. Along with them, she produced some napkins, a small portable radio, and a set of travel pillows. She spread the items out accordingly; the snacks and napkins in front of them within easy reach, the pillows behind them The radio she laid between them at their feet, and she fiddled with the dial until she landed on the station that was tuned into the movie while her lover started at the dancing cartoon food on the giant screen, entranced by the wonders of the future.

“I always felt like they were trying to trap you, ya know? Cute singing popcorn and soda, telling everyone to go to one specific place in a dark field, seems like they’re either about to murder you or brainwash you into buying way more food than you could ever comfortably eat in the span of two-ish hours and then you;re stuck lugging it all home or throwing away enough popcorn to feed a small family.”

As he always did when she got going, the creature sat back and listened to her go, watching her lips moving a million miles a minute with a lovestruck grin on his, utterly lost in the speed and passion with which she spoke about things he hardly understood. It didn’t matter though; he would listen to her talk about whatever for as long as she wanted.

Eventually, the few meager previews rolled past and eventually ended, and the main feature began. Lisa opened a can of Pepsi Free with a small crack and tore the bag of peach rings unevenly down the side, sliding a few onto her fingers as the creature opened his arm to her, and she snuggled into his side, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest (she was still so fascinated by the fact that he was breathing, regardless of how much air he actually required) as the Geffen Company logo faded out and the dramatic narrator began his spiel.

The living and not-really-entirely living couple rested their heads against each other as the story of a meek flower shop worker and his unfortunate entanglement with a killer plant began to unfold, Lisa’s thoughts spilling out of her mouth as soon as they landed in her brain and the creature nodding along, expertly dividing his attention between his girlfriend and the film.

He was a bit startled by the movie’s iconic puppet, gesturing frantically at the screen and then the woods around them, but Lisa just gently grabbed his hands to calm him before explaining that no, giant plants like that don’t exist, it was just a puppet, and then a five minute long rant about the benefits of practical effects versus the relatively new marvel of computer animation. He listened fondly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm and rubbing small circles into her flesh.

When the main character’s conscience started to catch up with him and he went to confront his horticultural demons, Lisa shivered, and the creature noticed the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on her skin. He tilted his head her way and grunted inquisitively, miming a shiver when she locked eyes with him.

“Yeah, I’m a little chilly. It’s my fault for not watching the forecast for tonight, but I can’t manage to make it past the evening news report before I get too bummed out, you know? Especially since most of the local reports nowadays are about the ‘disappearances’ around town and I’m trying not to give myself away, right? I guess tulle was also a bad choice of sleeves but you have to admit this top looks amazing on me, right?”

The creature chuckled silently, nodding in agreement at her assessment of her outfit before holding up a finger, telling her to wait before leaning back, arranging the pillows behind them to his liking before laying down, beckoning Lisa with his stitched-on hand. She complied immediately, snuggling into his side while his arms wrapped around her, the movie almost entirely forgotten in front of them.

They laid like that, Lisa’s head buried in her boyfriend’s neck while he played tenderly with her curls as the songs continued to play, and as a romantic ballad started up, Lisa shifted to lay her head on the creature’s chest, his hold adjusting accordingly so she never left the protective circle of his arms. She sighed, and at his answering warble, she tilted her head so she was looking up at him with wonderstruck eyes.

“How can you be so warm?”

Her undead lover looked at her adoringly before reaching over and booping her on the nose, making her scrunch it teasingly.

“Me?”

The creature nodded, and Lisa exhaled softly, eyes soft and dreamy. Carefully, the creature leaned his head forward and gave her a gentle peck on the forehead, making her smile widen. When he went for the next one, she leaned up herself and met him in the middle, their lips connecting once, twice, three times as the movie’s soundtrack swelled behind them. They stayed that way, locked in each other's arms as the credits rolled and the headlights of the cars below flicked to life and departed. As the screen was turned off for the night, they laid together on their blanket and watched the stars, silent but content in their chosen company.

They would have to do this again tomorrow night.

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein 2024 #lisa frankenstein spoilers #lisa swallows #the creature

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tv-head-nov · 6 months ago

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I love this fool so much :(

Also got new colored pencils and drew a peach because I like eating peaches again now (wow such a healthy hyperfixation /gen) and MY MOM PROMISED SHE'D BUY ME A PEACH TREE NEXT SPRING WHEN THEY START SELLING AGAIN AYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!

Reblogs are appreciated!!

I think I'll try to adapt to the more anime-y / more human art style rather than my cartoony art style, or maybeee I'd just have the cartoony and anime-y art styles co exist

#art #drawing #artists on tumblr #artwork #lmk #pencil drawing #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid macaque #lego macaque #macaque fanart #monkie kid macaque #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid

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preciouslandmermaid · 6 days ago

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of songbirds, swords, and spice (7)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw/cw: reader is restrained, physical violence/abuse towards reader, explicit threats toward reader, blood.

note: it's been 84 years - i am still alive

🏴‍☠️ read on AO3 🏴‍☠️

(masterpost)

<- (previous chapter)

Your small hands curled around the peach-colored fruit. It was strange looking, with lots of swirls and lumps, but you were so, so hungry. Mr. Wasp kept everyone on a strict diet. He said it was to keep everyone healthy, but you heard the older maids whispering, they said that he didn’t feed his staff because then they’d never have the energy to run off. It wouldn’t hurt to take a bite. One bite.

Your teeth tore into the fleshy surface and the sweet, fragrant juice smeared against your chin and along your lips. Your stomach grumbled, urging you to take another bite. You had to take another. Mr. Wasp wouldn’t notice if this fruit went missing, would he? He had lots of food locked away in the pantry and the cellar. You chewed rapidly like one of those tiny, snuffling tusked beasts that stomped around the edge of Mr. Wasp’s property. Another bite. Your throat ached as the muscles uncomfortably stretched to fit the too-big-bites into your gullet. You couldn’t slow down. You had to eat this as fast as possible! The space between your fingers seeped with sticky and cloying nectar that trailed down your wrists and dripped from your elbows.

You huffed, exhaling raggedly through your nostrils, your molars gnashed the fruit into a pulp before you quickly swallowed. Before you knew it – it was gone. Your tongue swiped over your fingers, your knuckles, and palms. You stared at the empty, velvet-lined box that the fruit had been sitting in. You scooped it into your sticky hands. You needed to hide this and quickly before–!!

Ice-cold, salt water splashed onto your face, and you sat up, coughing and sputtering through your soaked gag. The corners of your mouth where the gag cut into your cheeks stung and ached. You blinked past the droplets to see Victor’s polished shoes by your ribs.

He gave you one swift, painful kick to your stomach, and you reflexively crunched into your body to protect yourself.

I can endure it, you thought, remembering that Nightingale Island, Estella, and her children were safe because of your sacrifice. You glared at Victor’s smiling face. He thought he won, but you weren’t going to use your voice for him. Not ever. With Estella, you didn’t mind running cons with her. The berry went towards the orphanage, so it all balanced out, but you’d never be a songbird for Victor so long as you drew breath. I’ll cut out my own tongue if I have to, you thought with a morbid and desperate determination.

“Do you remember what I said to you that day?” he asked.

His goons lifted you roughly to your feet. Your arms and wrists prickled as the lack of circulation and movement from the ropes was starting to burn. You winced, wiggling your fingers, hoping to dispel the painful sensation. Another goon entered the cell carrying shackles. She fastened them to your wrists and ankles and, once it was confirmed that you’re secured, the ropes were then removed.

“No?” Victor taunted, as if it were possible for you to speak. “I told you I don’t need slaves who talk back.”

He gripped your chin, fingers digging into your flesh, his dark eyes flaring with promise—and rage. “When we land, I’m going to cut your tongue from your mouth. You won’t be so fierce then, will you?”

You jerked your head away from his grasp, chest heaving, and tears stinging your eyes. I can endure it. You stared at the wet planks below and sensed the gentle swell of the ocean. I can endure. A frantic, hysterical laugh bubbled up inside your chest. Weren’t you just thinking of cutting your tongue out? And now Victor wanted the same. Which meant...which meant...your stomach soured. He doesn’t want me to be a songbird for him. He didn’t care about your power.

He said, “I have several clients who are tempted by the idea of an ex-devil fruit user. You will please them. ” He clapped once and said, “But first! You must repent for the years lost. Bring her to the deck.”

You struggled in vain against the goons who half-carried, half-dragged you from below and onto the deck. You blinked as the bright sunlight flooded your senses and a low, pounding headache pressed between your ears. They shoved you onto your knees.

Szzrrtt. The fabric of your shirt ripped from behind and it swung in tatters around your waist. Sunlight warmed your skin, but a full-body chill ran through you. You knew what would happen next. You knew. And you were afraid. As a child, Mr. Wasp would strike your knuckles until they bled as punishment. This was different. Unknown. Unimaginably worse. A prickle of goose-flesh ran across your spine.

“Five lashes,” Victor said to your exposed back, “for every year you were gone sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

A pair of his enforcers remained next to you, one hand for each shoulder, trapping your knelt form on the sun-kissed deck of the ship. You tried to breathe in through your nostrils, but it hiccupped strangely in your mouth. The white capped blue ocean endlessly stretched and blurred. There were no other ships on the horizon. No one is coming to save me. I can endure this. I must.

If you were to have any chance of escaping in the future, then Mr. Wasp needed to believe that he had won. He needed to see you as a broken, lost songbird. Otherwise, you’d never make it off the ship alive.

“Hugo,” he said, drawing his arm back, “splash her with saltwater every three lashes. I don’t trust her silence.”

“That’ll burn,” the man, you assumed it was Hugo, said.

“She’ll live,” he scoffed. “I’m being merciful.”

Zoro shouted to the others, “Get ready!”

The asshole’s ship was dead ahead. The salty air pushed through his short, green hair and he clutched the hilt of his sword. Nothing would stop them. Luffy promised that they’d bring the performer home and if Zoro knew anything – it was that Luffy was a man of his word.

The sunlight dipped toward the horizon, the ocean caught fire, and ignited the thin, pink clouds into angry wisps that almost held a candle to Zoro’s fury.

Luffy took a running start and used his elastic body to launch himself toward the ship with the gaudy, hornet-covered sails. Zoro watched his captain soar across the crimson and tangerine sky with one hand holding his straw hat in place.

On the deck of the Wasp ship, he could hear the exclamations of confusion and terror. Good. They ought to be afraid. They have the fucking Straw Hats coming after them. They messed with the wrong pirates, Zoro thought with a feral slash of a grin.

Once the Going Merry was astride the Wasp, Zoro took a page out of Luffy’s book, and took a running start and leapt onto the deck. His sword sang as it was released from it’s sheath and the dying sunlight glinted off the blade in a harsh flash of burnt light.

Two idiots charged at him wielding wooden clubs and Zoro quickly deflected the first blow, then followed-up and slashed across the idiot’s wrist. Their attacks were clumsy. Laughable. You should have let them fight him at Estella’s house. He would’ve won. This whole mess could’ve been avoided, but no – no – you had to play the self-sacrificing hero, didn’t you?

“Where’s your Captain!?” Luffy yelled, punching someone so hard that several of their teeth flew out of their mouth. “Me and him gotta talk.”

Usopp shouted from the eagle’s nest, “Luffy, Zoro, look out!”

Zoro looked up and saw someone hanging from the rigging. They chucked a small, black sphere toward him and Luffy. It landed on the deck with a short hiss before the explosion released a plume of grayish black smoke. Zoro blinked through the acrid smoke and charged blindly forward. Fuck. This. These idiots are gonna blow up their own ship?

His shoulder hit a closed door and he yanked it open, barreling himself forward into three more idiots—although these ones had scimitars. Maybe they’d prove to be a challenge! The clang of steel upon steel rang through his ears as it echoed through the narrow stairway. He kicked one in the chest, sending her backward into their ally’s sword where it punctured through the idiot’s hip.

The woman screamed, surprised by the blade sticking out of her body, before her eyes rolled into her skull and her body slumped. It bought him a few seconds since his enemy needed to pull his blade out of his friend in order to keep fighting.

He deftly disarmed his third opponent and sent their scimitar clattering noisily down the stairs. These guys are seriously embarrassing.

Zoro’s blade sang through the air. A clean strike from neck to navel. The idiot got his blade free, leaving his friend for dead, and charged him. Zoro grunted, pushing forward despite the cramped and awkward angles, and using his height as leverage. One of the blades sliced over his knuckles, but Zoro hardly registered the pain or the blood that dripped from his hand. A twist. Another strike. A back-step, pretending to dodge, before he struck again.

His opponent’s left arm dangled, sinew and muscle stretching, the wound gushed blood near their neck. The body fell heavily to the ground and joined the rest.

His muscles throbbed and his breathing was heavy, but it was a good feeling. He’d probably find that asshole captain down here.

He stepped over the slick, shiny gore and his feet planted against the landing. Time to find the captain’s quarters. He didn’t know where it was, but it can’t be actually hard to find, can it? He stalked through the underbelly of the ship, blood trailing from his knuckles, and opened every door he came across. Storage. Storage. Sleeping quarters for the crew. But, the next door was locked. This must be it! He shouldered into it, feeling the frame quake in response, but it didn’t budge.

Zoro braced himself, holding the handle and gritting his teeth, before reeling back and slamming into it with all his strength.

The door splintered inward with an explosion of wooden chips. Zoro stumbled into the room, coming face to face with an occupied jail cell, and your name crumbled from his lips.

His fists encircled the bars on the cell. You laid in a fetal position, your arms twisted behind your back, your wrists and ankles shackled. His eyes trailed down your throat to where the tattered, torn remains of your shirt clung in wet, bloody pieces. His nostrils filled with salt and iron.

Zoro growled lowly, “What the fuck did that bastard do to you?”

You blinked your glassy, bright eyes at him and Zoro’s jaw clenched. He was going to tear the captain limb from limb if Luffy hadn’t beaten him to it already. He yanked at the cell door, expecting it to be locked–but it wasn’t. The door clanged, loud and off-putting, as it slammed into the bars and Zoro dropped to his knees before you.

You came. You actually came. You...idiots.

Your throat prickled and tightened, but you had run out of tears hours ago. He wiggled his thumb beneath the cloth, loosening the gag, before untying it from around your head. You gasped, breathing without restraint for the first time in hours, your lips dry and irritated and your tongue chalky. You closed your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself.

You choked the words from your sore throat, “Why’re you here?”

“Did you seriously think we’d let you walk away?”

You opened your eyes, intending to meet his gaze, but Zoro had moved and crouched behind you. You heard, rather than saw, his sharp, horrified inhale.

“Five strikes for every year I was away,” you said quietly, as if the injuries on your back needed explanation.

“Don’t move,” he said. His fingertips brushed against your raw, aching forearms. His grip tugged against the short chain that connected the shackles on your wrists.

“Zoro, what are you—”

He grunted and you heard something metallic snap. Your shoulders abruptly relaxed and a weak, surprised sob crawled up your throat. You pulled your arms from behind you and stared at the dangling, broken chain. “How–?”

Zoro grabbed the chain at your ankles. The veins in his neck bulged as he white-knuckled the chain between his fists and exhaled harshly through his nose. “You can’t.”

...There’s no way. Your eyes widened as Zoro snapped the chain in half like it was made of thin, bamboo wood.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and a slight, cocky smirk tugged at his mouth. “You were saying?”

An astonished, short laugh erupted from your chest. “You need to stop saving me,” you joked while slowly getting to your feet. Your entire body throbbed with pain like barbed wires, but hey, you were alive. Alive and free from Victor. “What about the town?”

“It was a bluff.” Zoro shook his head. “Nami, Usopp, and some of your townsfolk searched the place. He was lying.”

Of course he was. Your lower lip wobbled. All this agony I endured and I could have...I could have just trusted the straw hats, could have trusted myself, and fought him. You looked away from Zoro and rubbed at your eyes. No more tears—there would be time for grieving once Victor was dead and gone.

“I brought this,” Zoro said, reaching behind him and holding out your kusarigama. You reached for the handle and your fingertips grazed over Zoro’s calloused palm.

“Thank you,” you said. For the weapon, for saving me, for finding me even though I’m not a part of your crew.

Zoro made a soft ‘hm’ noise in the back of his throat.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you walked onto the deck. Your body thrummed with pain, but adrenaline worked wonders to soften the sharp edges and allow you to step over the injured or dead bodies of Victor’s crew.

“Zoro, I think you should cover your ears,” you said with a serene, focused calm. You weighed and balanced the kusarigama in your hand. Luffy and Victor were fighting, but that was your battle, Victor Wasp was your tormentor, your nightmare, and if anyone was going to end it it had to be you. You planted your feet and spun the end of the kusarigama’s chain.

You yelled, “Victor!” And launched the chain toward your old employer’s throat. The chain snapped around his throat and knocked him onto his back. His pristine plum suit was torn at the elbows and his face sported an ugly, swollen bruise on his cheek. He flailed, his fingers grabbed the chain, but before he could scramble to his feet, you said, “Luffy, hold his arms so he can’t cover his ears, please.”

The Captain of the Straw Hats wordlessly obliged with your request and pinned Victor’s arms behind his back.

“What are you going to do?” asked Luffy.

“Make him suffer.” Your voice was flat. Victor’s anger was hot, corrosive, and it made you bleed. But your rage – your anger – was different. You had no interest in breaking his bones or bruising his skin. You could do so, so much worse. Everything narrowed and the rest of the ship fell away from your peripheral vision. The lingering, white smoke from the bombs hardly tickled your lungs and the flapping sails above barely registered in your ear drums. Victor’s terrified, swollen face filled your vision. His eyes narrowed contemptuously as you approached.

“Do you worst,” he spat. “I know you don’t have the stomach for killing, girl.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I own you!” he seethed, “you belong to me.”

You folded your arms across your chest though the movement caused your shoulder blades sing with agony.

“Listen closely, Mr. Wasp. This will be the last sound you hear.” You checked to your left to confirm that Zoro was plugging his ears. Your song was quiet, but haunting. Victor began to tremble within Luffy’s strong grasp. You learned through your adventures with Estella that the intention of the song mattered as much as the tempo. Victor’s eyes filled with tears and they rolled down his swollen, bruised cheeks. You sangand imagined pulling at a thread of one of his suits and unraveling it slowly until it became a tangled pile of fine, expensive thread.

Victor abruptly threw up onto his shirt and Luffy released him, looking toward you with a mix of confusion and concern. You grabbed Victor by the back of his neck, dragging him without resistance towards the ship railing. His ears were bleeding and his muscles twitched beneath your palm. You stopped the song. Victor hadn’t stopped crying.

Pathetic, you thought, though your anger had seeped from you.

“Luffy,” you said, “my dream...it’s to stop people like him and liberate people who were like me.” A cool, gentle breeze rustled around you and tugged at the tattered, dried and bloody remains of your shirt and stroked along your exposed, raw skin. No one should endure what you had. No one.

“The world government claims they abolished slavery, but there are still those who prey on the weak, who use their berry to pay off the marines, and keep little girls locked in basements,” you announced and glanced over your shoulder to see that the straw hats had gathered on the deck. Nami’s eyes were bright and glistened with unshed tears.

“You said no dream was impossible.” You said and met Luffy’s determined, dark gaze.

“I meant it.” He nodded.

Victor Wasp. The man who tormented you, abused you, stole you from your home and forced you into a childhood of terrified servitude. The man who came and threatened your home, your family, and then gleefully declared that he would cut out your tongue and force you to ‘please’ his clients. Your song had weakened him. You had hurt him on a physiological level, tearing at the fibers of his mind, and rendering him a blubbering and trembling mess. But, you believed the damage wasn’t permanent andMr. Wasp would recover eventually. You tightened your grip around the nape of his neck. He whimpered and licked away the snot that drenched his upper lip.

You could throw him into the water right now and he would drown. The lilac-touched twilight winked at you from above as the ocean waved white-caps and swelled beneath the ship’s hull.

Suddenly, Estella’s face flashed before you. Your heart skipped. You weren’t the only victim of Victor’s cruelty. Estella suffered far more than you. She lost her daughter. She was trapped under his thumb for decades. You swallowed thickly, then tossed the weakened man back onto the deck and sighed.

“Estella should choose what happens to him,” you announced to the others. “She deserves to choose after what she went through with her daughter.”

You met Nami’s glassy eyes. “Can you take us back to Nightingale?”

“Of course.” Her voice cracked and she turned her face away from you. You returned your attention to the skyline, open and sweet before you, and released a long, shaking sigh.

#one piece fanfiction #fic: songbirds swords and spice #reader insert #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #zoro x sanji x reader #zoro x sanji x you #opla fanfic #one piece live action fanfiction

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Chapter 9- A double win

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The demon twins were "willingly helping" Jie for a week, though they didn't really knew what they were doing. The plan of their "auntie" was really unclear, but they didn't dare to ask or complain.

"It's ready"- annouced Jie

She came to the center of a cirlce she drew with white chalk before and picked a now completly fixed Calabash!

But the broters knew it wasn't really the same.

"Auntie!"called Jin "Does it mean we're free to go?"

Both demons send Jie the sad puppy looks that said 'pleaaaaase'.

Jie lifted her eyebrow and looked with suspicion at the demons, they were especially inpatient that day.

"Are you in hurry?" She asked while hiding Calabash in the bag "To what?"

The brothers looked at her, blinked twice , looked at each other and back at her.

"To the race?" Yin said

"What race?"

GASP!!!

The demons took a step back acting like they've never heard something that surprising in their lives.

The first one to react was Jin who came closer to Jie and showed her a phone with some commercial on, Jie listened to it carefully, then Yin threw some posters at her face. Jie read the one she caught in her hand.

" Looks like a huge fuss..." She muttered to herself

"FUSS?!"

The brothers were taken aback even more!

"It's a great opportunity to crush your enemy... make them see your true power and watch as they are crying because of humiliatio-" Yin stopped talking when he noticed how Jie looked at him

"... You can also get a peach of immorality!" Jin saved him in the last moment

Jie thought for a short while, all the time she spent with the demons brothers showed that they are not even half as dangerous as they think, letting them go shouldn't cause any trouble.

"Ok... just go" she stated "But about this peach, you know it's not a-

Before she finished her sentence the brothers were gone.

Standing in silent made Jie realised one thing... she was hungry

There was only one place to eat which came to Jie's mind- The Pigsy's Noodles! On her way Jie noticed that there are practically no people on the streets.

'They must be watching this race...'

She was at an entrance of the noodles shop

"Wonder what's so great about this" she whispered to herself

"PIGSY IT'S ABOUT TO START HURRY"

"I'M COMING!"

"..."

Somehow every time Jie came there something strange was going on, last time it was a big, fat version of Monkey Boy lying on the pig man, now it was the same pig sitting before TV together with a monk who looked like some cheerleader.

'Should I just go or...'

"Oh look! It's Jie" the first one to notice her was the monk

Jie waved nervously to both of them.

" Want to watch the race with us?" Asked Pigsy

"Well... I don't know..."

'I'm not really into the games of mortals'

"Noodles on the house!"

"The medium bowl with two fried eggs please" she said while sitting on the chair in front of TV.

While Pigsy went to the kitchen Jie was left alone with Tang, it was kind of awkward, Jie felt the need to tell something but was too shy to start so instead she tried to focus on the television.

The race haven't started yet, so she took a look at the participants, she noticed two familiar faces of the trouble makers she had met... the demon brothers were there too.

Her eyebrows lowered as she noticed the faces MK and Mei were making.

"Are they fighting?" Unconsciously Jie said loudly

"Yeah... sometimes they have a stupid argument like that" Tang answered clearly

" I thought they were friends"

" Of course they are, It's normal between friends to argue from time to time, like me and Pigsy!" He said while putting an arm on the pig man's shoulder, for a moment they looked like a perfect duo... till Pigsy didn't use his spoon...

After that he came to Jie to give her a bowl of noodles and sat down next to a monk.

While enjoying the taste of her food Jie thought about the thing Tang told her about. Lately she wondered if there was anyone in her life who she was truly friends with, the ones that came to her mind first were those who she argued the less with but what she heard made her realised it could be the opposite. There was only one person she had been fighting with almost everyday, now she realised they would have killed each other if it wasn't for friendship they shared.

But...

'I doubt he would hesitate from killing me after what I did...'

"IT'S STARTED!" The scream of Tang made her come back to reality "WOOOHOO!GO BEAT THEM MEI!"

"Hey Jie, who are you cheering on?" Suddenly Pigsy asked her

Emmm...

"I... cheer for the..." She tried to save herself by looking at the list of participants, and then she noticed something- "Prinecess Iron Fan!"

As soon as she realised where the person she looks for is, Jie teleported, leaving confused men.

"Did she just said- Princess Iron Fan?" Pigsy asked

"Yep"- answered Tang "And then she went to cheer on her from shorter distance, a true fan"

The place Jie teleported to was a part of the road when MK crushed into Mei, the girl was not happy about that, but as predicted they apologised to each other and everything would be great-

"Jie?"

-if only they didn't notice the fox demoness snitching next to them.

'Crumbs!'

"You came to see our win?!" as always the one to get excited quickly was MK

"No"

"Ah..."

Jie didn't even realised about what she said until she noticed the disappointment on the boy's face

"MK, HURRY UP!" Mei came closer to remind MK about what he was supposed to do

"Oh, right!" MK started working on his new car with the help of Monkey King's powers

Jie got a few steps away from them to not get hit, she looked at the mountain when she planned to meet with Iron Fan.

"Hey, ms. Jie!" MK shouted to her back "See you at the finish line"

Jie didn't look back till she heard as they were driving away, then her eyes were wandering from kids to the mountain.

In the end Jie sighed loudly and teleported once again.

The crowd screamed as MK and Mei crossed the finish line. The two friends were happy and proud of themselves, at some point Mei noticed that MK was searching for someone and she knew who that was.

"MK, you know she has her things to do" She said while patting his shoulder

"Yeah... just... I still want to prove her that I'm worthy of Monkey King's powers"

" And you will"

MK smiled at Mei.

"NOW LETS GET OUR REWARD" Mei pointed at a golden peach

MK rushed with her to the stage and as they had their moment of fame the familiar voice was heard

"NOODLE BOY!"It was obviously Red Son"You imbecile... THAT PEACH SHOULD BE MY!" He shouted aggressively

"HA"MK kept the peach closer"You'll never getting this fruit!"

And right after that he... bit it.

Crack

MK was spinning in pain on the floor with only a half of his front teeth

"I think it's not ripe yet..."he mumbled

"Or it's just not a peach of immorality" suddenly MK heard a woman's voice, at that moment an announcement was shown before his eyes, so close he couldn't see anything besides it

"That's right it's just a trophy you know" Then Mei agreed

"WHAT!?"Both MK and Red Son shouted towards her

"But, it's says right on the posters" said Red Son checking the paper

Mei started laughing at both of them

"It's a metaphor" again a woman's voice was heard

"Wait.. Jie?! You're here?!" MK couldn't believe his eyes

Jie opened her mouth to say something but then she turned away her face to hide her reddish cheeks

"I... just wanted to make sure you won't bring another catastrophe!" She muttered with frustrated tone

"Can we please come back to the peach!" Red Son screamed again

" Read the little letters on the corner of the left" Jie navigated him quickly, tired of his screams

"It says... the winners photo will be shown on the top of the tower...WHAT?!"

Right then everyone's gaze moved to the tower, which showed a picture taken when MK bit the trophy.

"Ooooo....Ok" MK gasped in realisation

Unfortunately the demon boy(that's how Jie calls Red Son) didn't take the fact as well as MK

After a few excused he made he turned back to the group only to shout the annoyed "PEASANTS!" At the end

'How disrespectful'

"Wait, if this is not the peach of immorality, then where are they?!" After the question both MK's and Mei's gaze turned to Jie, who started to sweat a little

"Haha, well that's a good question... emm- Oh!-just remembered that I have something to do, BYE!" And like that she disappeared

MK was looking at the place the demoness stood a while ago, then he saw Mei approaching him with their trophy.

"Looks like she really came to see you win" She smiled while touching him with her shoulder

"...yes"

A smile showed on the boy's face.

***

Meanwhile, Demon Bull King and his wife were just on their way back from their shameful loss (the whole family doesn't want to talk about this).

"Darling" Suddenly Iron Fan stopped

"Hmm?"Her husband looked back at her with questioning face

"Go alone.I'll catch you up later..."she exclaimed and turned her face to the right "I have some business to do"

Following her eyes, DBK noticed a man in hood which covered everything instead of his big and somehow annoying smile.

For a while the two of them were staring into each other but in the end DBK turned back without a word.

When he was a few steps away he throw a simple "Be quick" to his wife and followed his way.

After a while PIF came closer to the man.

"Well, well... and here I thought you won't make it" she smiled at him

"I wouldn't dare to disappoint you, Princess" the man bowed slightly before her

"So you got your part of the deal?"

"Yes..." slowly but confidently, the man showed a jar he was hiding under his coat

"That's... Calabash?!-How did you?-

Without notice PIF started reaching towards the object.

"Not so fast my lady" the man hid the calabash again

The women send him an annoyed face, but all he did was smile widely

"I need to see 'your part' too" he chuckled

For a moment there was a thought in PIF's head... what if she just took both calabash and mirror blade?

But the thing was that she didn't know an answer to that question. When it came to that person... she couldn't predict if she would win or...

"..."

"I've got enough of loss today" she said to herself in mind

Sight...

She streched out her hands, a light showed above them, after a while it took a form of a sword.

For a moment the smile on the man's face disappeared.

" So... we have a deal?" Asked PIF while holding the mirror blade closer to the man

A silence came...

A few minutes later at Flower Fruit Mountain

Monkey King was enjoying his training-free time on the peach tree, he was so full after eating all the peaches he decided to take a nap.

But then he felt someone's presence

"So the times up, huh?"He said toward Jie who approached him with a gloomy face

"..."

"Did you make it?" He asked curious about Jie's mood

"I..."

Jie looked up at him from the ground showing something that she was hiding behind her back before

"I did it!" She said while holding the mirror blade in the light of the sun, a little tear dropped from her eye

"Good job" answered Wukong

After that the monkey, all relaxed again laid on the tree with a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and was ready to sleep.

"Wait!"

Suddenly his eyes opened wildly

"What did you give PIF in return?" He asked

"Well I was aiming for the calabash but when I got it it was in pieces, so..."

"So..?" Wukong starred at her more intensely and suspicious

Jie scratched her neck a little, Wukong knew her well enough to know what this gesture means, she's nervous about something she shouldn't have done, which made him more impatient for answer

"...So I used a little trick" Jie answered with an anxious smile on her face

That's right... in an hour Princess Iron Fan will realise that she exchanged the mirror blade for... a jar of Monkey King’s cookies...

Hopefully it will suit her taste :D

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asthmaticplushiedragon · 10 months ago

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Finally finished that. You asked for it, and now you get the lmk Boop War fanfic, three days too late. It turned out really long, I apologize beforehand.

Boop Me If You Can

A Lego Monkie Kid fanfic

Summary: Monkey King promises MK a peach if he can boop him, accidentally (or is it?) Causing a city-wide boop war with MK at the center of it.

AO3:

Flower Fruit Mountain is a peaceful place most of the time. The monkeys are enjoying themselves, eating fruits and resting in the sun while their king is training his successor inside the cave.

But not today.

Today it was anything but peaceful.

Today Monkey King challenged MK to a Booping Duel.

It started okay. Monkey King was sparring with MK, dodging all his blows, hitting him with his own fists and eating Peach Chips, simultaneously.

MK was used to his mentor teasing and tossing him around, but he was caught completely off guard when the monkey king dodged one of his attacks, jumped on his shoulders, and then booped him.

Mk froze in place. "Wha-"

Monkey King then hit his legs and knock him to the ground.

The Monkie Kid spat dirt and rose up to sit. "What did you do?"

"Boop!" The Monkey smiled and tapped his nose again.

"Wha- stop that!"

"Hmm... nope!"

"Ugh- fine! I can boop you too, okay?!" MK rose up to stand and threw his hand forward to Monkey King's face, but the monkey moved aside and he fell on his face again.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Till the end of the day, I'm sure I'll manage to boop you!"

"HA!" Monkey King dodged MK's hand again. "Well I'll tell you something, alright? If you can't boop me before sunset, you owe me three bowls of noodles. But if you can, I'll give you... one whole peach! How's that sound?"

The Monkie Kid gasped. "AMAZING! Alright! Here comes Monkie-eeeeeaaaaaah!!!!"

The King Laughed as he jumped twenty meters in the air, holding MK with his tail, and throwing him at full strength at the bottom of the mountain.

He came back seconds later, riding on the giant staff. "That's cheating!"

"I never said I was going to play fair!" He said, summoning a cloud and zipping away to the distance. "I'll be in the city, boop me if you can! Byeeee!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Guys! I need all the help I can get!"

"What?! Why?? Is somebody destroying the world again?!"

"What? no! Why would you-" MK froze and scratched his head. "Wow, I guess that does happen often, huh?"

"You could say that." Tang said between noodles.

What do you need??" Mei drew her sword. "Who needs killing?"

"Monkey King's nose! Well not killing, it actually needs booping."

"Ohoho, a boopwar?" Mei swapped her sword in a phone. "Who? Where? What? ALL the details!"

MK drank three glasses of water and stood so that all three could see him easily. "Monkey King and I, inside the city. And he will give me a Peach if I can do it before sunset!"

The group stood silent for a few moment.

"Pigsy, call Sandy." Said Tang. "We have a monkey to boop."

It didn't take long to assemble everyone and come up with a war strategy. The group divided to three teams: Pigsy and Sandy, Mei and Red Son, and Tang with Mo. Each group is to scout one part of the city, and if they see Monkey King they are to call the others and try to seize him. All the while MK watches from the weather station, using the security cameras to look for his mentor.

It didn't take long for the groups to fall victims for Monkey King's booping, either.

The monkey was quick, unpredictable. He moved at the speed of light, booping everyone and everything in his way. There was no escape.

Eventually even his successor wasn't spared of the booping destruction.

"That's the fourth time already! You gotta catch up, bud!"

And with that the monkey took off.

"So?"

"He booped me AGAIN! Ohhh, I can't wait to boop his stupid little nose!"

"Maybe you need more drastic measurements." Red Son offered. "I could give you some of our Bull Clones, if you wish."

"Yeah! And Mo can pilot his mech!" Said Sandy.

"You could practice on us in the meantime!" Said Tang, and Pigsy added "But just because we're helping you doesn't mean we won't boop you back!"

"Aww, you guys..." MK started, but then shook his head. "No! I need to catch Monkey King! Sorry guys!" He booped each of them, and then ran out with his staff, off to try and find the Celestial Monkey.

"Did he just..."

"Oh, yes, he did." Pigsy replied to the fire demon.

Mei grinned mischievously and opened a live stream. "Hey chat! What do you think of starting a city wide Boop War?"

Red Son fixed his glasses and sparked fire in his fist. "It's on."

The city was a peaceful place when demons weren't trying to smash or conquer it. The market is lively, the roads are busy, the arcade is noisy.

But nothing was peaceful on the day of the great Boop War.

Shop owners shut down their businesses to boop passengers. Parents and children booped strangers on the street. Bus drivers didn't move a centimeter before booping each and every one of their passengers.

And everyone were keeping track of how many boops they gave and received.

Three hours to Sunset, Sandy had a headstart of 50, Tang was working on his 78th, Pigsy had a hundred due to booping every customer, Red Son had two hundred and three, and Mei was on a roll with more than Three hundred given and seven hundred received (being a sreamer has pros and cons). And MK? MK, being able to move at the speed of light, had booped every mortal or immortal being who took part in the Boop War: except for the Monkey King.

And as for him... he reached a million boops. Ten to passengers or friends. All of the rest were given to non other than his student.

He received only one boop as for now, from a baby who asked very politely. The same method did not work for MK. He tried.

MK was just about to chase his mentor in the northern part of the city, when he met an unexpected person.

"Hey!" He shouted at the twin demons. "What are you doing here?!"

"What?" Said Jin, rising from booping a young girl. "Are we not allowed to have fun?"

"Yeah! We only want to take part in the dragon girl's boop fight!" Added Yin.

"Oh really?" MK narrowed his eyes. "Or are you here to try and steal my Peach of Immortality?!"

The brothers looked at each other. "Oi, Yin. Did you hear anything about a Peach of Immortality involved?"

Yin shook his head. "But if there is..."

"Well well well, Monkie Kid!" Jin grinned mischievously. "It seems you're onto our plan!"

"Not that we made it on spot or anything, yes? But now we'll also try to win that peach!"

"HA!" MK span the staff. "Good luck with that! Like you could boop Monkey King before me!"

"What? You never said there would be a Monkey King involved!"

The Monkie Kid stuck his staff in the ground and jumped a long way ahead.

And hit a pair of demons he really wasn't sure what their relationship with him was.

"DBK! Heyyyy..."

"Don't bother, noodle boy, we're not here for a fight." Princess Iron Fan waved a dismissive hand and the two of them marched forward. MK wasn't sure what they saw as 'not here for a fight', but carrying your weapons in broad daylight wasn't it. Not that he was one to talk, using his staff at any given time.

"Then why are you here?!"

Princess Iron Fan laughed, and Demon Bull King turned back, touching MK's nose with his talon. "Boop!"

"...huh."

"We'll be off embarrassing our son! So long, noodle boy!"

Before MK could react, a monkey landed on his shoulders, touched his nose, and said "That's one million and twenty three."

"Oh!" MK plunk out a hair and blew on it, creating a clone in front of him, touching Monkey King's nose. "Aha! I did it, I booped your nose! Now give me my Peach!"

The Monkey just laughed and then made a couple of clones of his own. "A clone doesn't count! You need to boop me yourself!" He turned into a sparrow and flew away, followed by MK and tens of the King's clones.

"Just stay put, will you?!"

"Where's the fun in that?" The colorful bird yelled back. "Hey bud, do you think you can escape an angry mob?"

"What kind of question is that?!" MK flew forward and caught up with the Monkey King, reaching with his wing, two centimeters away from his beak...

And was forced to back away when a ray of green flames shot right toward him.

He looked down, seeing all his friends looking at him with fury in their eyes. Behind them stood the Gold and Silver Demons, dozens of Bull Clones, and a random shoe seller with blue hair and huge glasses.

"Mei! I could have gotten a Peach of Immortality!"

"So what?! Come here you coward, or I will set you wing on fire! I can do that, you know!"

Red Son rolled his eyes. "That is a very dull way to get him down, dragon girl. Allow me to show you PEASANTS how you really do it!"

"Aww, you are so sweet, my dear son." Princess Iron Fan laughed with a proud smile, and her husband nodded.

"M-Mother!"

"But guys, I need that peach! And now Monkey King is nowhere to be found again!"

A new voice came from the crowd behind the Monkie Kids - "Don't worry. I can find Wukong for you."

Mk scanned the crowd, looking for the speaker. "Nezha?!"

"Why are you even surprised at this point?!"

"You know what, you have a point! I'm not!" MK landed in a safe distance, watching Mei's sword carefully. "Who's this lady behind you?"

Nezha smiled. "May I introduce the Buddhisattva Guanyin, goddess of mercy."

The Monkie Kid was stunned. "Ohmygoshohmygoshomygosh Guanyin??? Ohhhh that's so cool! Why are you here?"

The goddess smiled. She wore a pink and yellow Hanfu and a lotus shaped hairpin was in her long black hair. "I think Nezha said it plain and simple, MK the Monkie Kid. One being a goddess with duties does not mean I cannot have a fun break once in a few centuries, does it?"

MK nodded. "I guess. Wow, Tang, you're uncharacteristically chill about this."

Pigsy snorted. "He didn't say one word from the moment she and Nezha showed up."

"Oh."

"In any case," Mei cracked her knuckles. "I believe you owe us something."

"What? Why?" His amber eyes flickered in fear as the whole group moved forward.

"My my," Pigsy crossed his arms. "Do you not even realize what this is?"

Mk took a step back.

Sandy's smile was a weird combination between the normal reassuring and warm smile to an off-putting grin. "It's called an ambush, MK."

MK realized, a moment too late, that behind him and to the sides a crowd was surrounding him.

"And this," Red Son snapped his fingers and fire appeared between them. "Is the part where you run. Oh wait! You can't. "

Hundreds, if not thousands of humans, demons, spirits and what not ran forward at once, attacking MK with their booping fingers. Men, women, and all the in-between, even people he considered to be his allies, all seeking revenge for his score of Fifty Two Thousand and Eighty Seven boops.

It was brutal. The people all trying to reach MK's nose, his own hands flying around and booping the people close to him without even noticing. Numbers went up quicker that you could even count them. MK was half buried by the mountain of boopers. There was only one way out.

MK turned into a hawk and flew right between the arms of Red Son and Mei, getting as far away from the crowd as he could, but it didn't take them long to understand what's going on and follow him by foot.

And so MK found himself chasing a monkey in the sky, while running away from an angry mob of his own.

And so, forty five minutes to Sunset, MK was in the middle of a mid-air fight with Nezha and Guanyin, which was mostly just him flying around trying to get away while Nezha is throwing petal darts at him and Guanyin booping him with quick hands and a charming laughter. MK had a strong feeling of Deja Vu.

Finally, half an hour before his deadline, MK managed to escape and zipped back to the ground.

And hit a huge dragon.

It wasn't Mei, the dragon was too big and the shade was off. However it was certainly someone from her clan. MK's first thought was that it was Ao Guang, Mei's great-great-a-thousand-times-great-grand-uncle, followed by his second: 'Wait, didn't that guy die? I think Macaque killed him. Is he dead? Oh gosh I think Macaque actually killed that guy. Did I hit a ghost dragon?!'

Then the dragon turned, and MK understood. She had red marks around her eyes, like eyeliner, and her face was majestic and criticizing.

"Mrs. Dragon! Oh gosh I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you! Are you okay??"

Mei's mother looked at him for a few moments, then giggled. "Oh honey it's fine! My dragon form is pretty big, I should have been more careful and look out to smaller people flying around."

MK blinked. That was not the reaction he was expecting. "Oh. Uh, great! Um..."

"Are you okay, dear?"

MK flapped his wings, trying to find the right words. "...why are you here? In you dragon form, that is. Of course you'd be in the city, you live here. I meant to ask why you're out in the huge dragon form."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Because my husband is boring and I want to have fun in my daughter's game. This form is very efficient for booping others! They can't reach my nose, but I can boop theirs!"

MK gasped in a smile. "Ohmygosh thank you! You're helping me so much right now!" He zipped upwards, activating his gold vision. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Dragon!"

"Oh my!" Mei's mother watched him fly. "You look worked up enough to fight Sun Wukong himself!"

MK found Monkey King chilling with Peach Chips on a cloud just above the weather station, eyes closed.

"Aha! Found you!"

Monkey King raised an eyebrow. "Hey Bud, I heard you coming here so that wouldn't have worked for you anyway, but if your opponent doesn't see you coming maybe shouting that you found them is not the brighter idea."

MK froze. "Okay yeah you're probably right. But I don't have much time to chat about my mistakes! Here comes monkie kid!" He yelled, flying forward at the speed of light, and missed Monkey King's nose again.

"Come on, bud, this is getting embarrassing!" The monkey shook his head. "Just do it!"

The king jumbled aside and booped MK, who turnedback into a human. He hit his ribs and when MK tensed in pain he booped him again. "You need to see this as a battle!" He caught him with his tail and after another quick boop threw him at the roof of the weather station. MK growled in pain as he hit the roof. "See your opponent's mistakes and make them your advantages!" Monkey King landed on his student's chest and made him puff, then booped him. "This is not a game. It's a battle! Use your training!"

"But I-"

"You can! You just need to believe in yourself!" The Monkey King let him go. "So do it! You have five minutes, MK. I believe you can do it. Show me it's true!"

MK rose up on shaking legs and closed his fists. He stumbled in the general direction of his mentor, fists closed. "Here. Comes. Monkie Kid!" He ran forward, and Monkey King smiled. "Go on! Fight me!"

MK's fist hit his mentor's side, and he returned the blow with a hit to MK's hand and a boop on his nose. MK enlarged the staff and swang it toward Monkey King's head, but he ducked and dodged. "Harder! Don't be afraid to hit me! Come on, boop me!"

The Monkie Kid gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and threw forward a finger to where he expected Monkey King's nose to be- and fell off the roof.

"Kid!" Monkey King rushed to summon a cloud and dive down, landing on the ground where MK would fall and putting both hands forward to catch him.

High pitched screams of panic sounded from above as a human figure fell from the sky, arms tossed around, trying to catch something to hold onto.

All the people who participated in the game could easily see it when, thirty seconds before sunset, one of MK's panicking hands brushed against Monkey King's nose. Finally.

After they calmed him down, Mei showed MK the video, so excited she looked like she's gonna explode. "MK! You did it! You won a Peach!"

"I- I did? I mean, I did!" MK turned to the smiling Monkey King.

"You did great, kid. Not what I meant, but great."

"YES!" MK high-fived his friends. "I'm getting that Peach of Immortality!"

"Wow wow wow. Who said anything about immortality?"

"But you said-"

"I said a peach, I never mentioned an immortal one!" Monkey King protested.

"What?!" MK shouted.

"All that and for a stupid regular peach?!" Mei grabbed Monkey King's scarf. "That's so unfair!"

"I have a feeling of Deja Vu." Mumbled Red Son, arms crossed.

But MK just laughed, and laughed and laughed until he was unable to breath. "You know what?" He finally said to his friends (and Guanyin who was still there for some reason). "It was fun. I don't even care if it's a regular peach. I had fun with all of you today."

The group looked at him, then laughed as well.

"Yeah, you're right. It was worth it." Pigsy smiled.

"Definitely." Sandy sat on the ground beside him, followed by Mei and Red Son, and the purring Mo.

"But can we please not do that again?" Tang asked awkwardly. "We managed to destroy the city with a Boop War. This is a new top score."

"Oh!" MK tapped Mei's shoulder. "I know just what we need right now."

Mei smiled and opened her phone once again. "Everyone say hi to the camera!"

But MK wasn't looking at the Camera when she took the picture. He was too busy booping his mentor, a big smile across his face.

#Finally!#boop #april fools #lego monkie kid #lmk #boop war #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #i wont tag everyone #lmk fanfiction

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kehideni · 6 months ago

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Macaque has self-worth issues.

I know most of you noticed this already, but maybe i can add something more for you all to consider.

This will be a long post so lemme just put the readmore here

Now lemme start this post with a bit of a curve:

I -as an adult- have come to terms with growing up emotionally neglected. This is something i came to realise as a kid, and have been working on this issue since then.

Symptoms i noticed on myself is:

Not believing myself important

Not expecting people to care about me

Not expecting any help from anyone

Being angry at shows of affection

Not knowing how to react to gifts

Being goal oriented, "whatever the cost" mentality

High levels of independence compared to my own age at the time

Not expecting the same level of commitment in my friendships as i gave into them

Not seeking friendships, sometimes even going into great lenghts to push people away

Expecting people to break their promises, general trust issues

Disliking physical shows of affection(this one doesn't seem to be changing anytime soon)

These are all things that are and were hard to come to terms with. Sometimes i get gifts, drawings, etc. that i'm really grateful for. Every drawing i got ever is saved in a folder in my PC, i am genuinely happy about them, i said thank you to those that gave them/drew them, but emotionally i still struggle with processing it.

I'd get a gift and then just...

not know what to do.

So my statement is the following:

"Macaque behaves/behaved the way an emotionally neglected person does. He did not know that he was important to Wukong nor does he know right now that he is important to Wukong again(or maybe "still")."

And now that the statement is out of the way, here's the reasoning part:

In my 2 parter Wukong post i talked about how Wukong prioritized Macaque and also mentioned that Macaque doesn't really know that when Wukong is upset, he is the reason for it.

Macaque in the flashback scene refuted Wukong doing everything for them, saying he did it for himself, because Wukong became obsessed. While in the Wukong post i said Wukong's reasons were always Macaque, that never came accross to Macaque, he simply did not know or believe it. (And apparently Azure had a hand in that as well "So Monkey King was really a bad guy?" "That's what i believed, what Azure would have you believe." but this part is just speculation.)

People like me and Macaque don't really show affection through physical means. If I like someone then i let them hug me, peck me, be physically affectionate with me because if it makes them happy why not, but I will rarely if ever initiate it. I show my "affection" through allowing things that i'd not allow if i did not like you, but my main way of showing affection is doing everything in my power to make sure you are well. Be it healthcare suggestions, providing necessities and singling out time of my life i dedicate to you. For example if i say Friday after noon i'll come online to play with you, then i'll make it happen.

Macaque doesn't hug the little monkeys back, but he always lets them cling to him.

From this:

To this:

And it's not a new thing, this happens with Wukong too in the flashback:

While this is a cute scene, Macaque does playfully protest Wukong's hug (something i did too when friends(or even family) of mine wanted to show affection but me not being comfortable with it, playfully pushed them away so their feelings would not get hurt) "Eat your dang peach" a playfull sentence again, but is one meant to make Wukong focus on the peach instead of him. "Stop hugging me, eat your peach instead." Not to say Macaque doesn't like Wukong, again, obviously he does, but to people like him and me who are emotionally stunted, this level of affection is an overdose. We don't know what to do with it, just tone it back a little pls.

There is atleast one more example for this:

Again, he let Wukong be affectionate, but not only did he not reciprocate it, he looked annoyed by it.

Macaque showed his affection differently, he followed Wukong around, let Wukong do whatever he wanted, he warned Wukong of the danger facing the Emperor means (and later on in S5 makes sacrifices for Wukong)

And this is also very familiar to me. Happens a lot more than i'd like, where people ask my help/opinion then they frankly ignore it.

Macaque showed his care, which was ignored for reasons, but to Macaque it comes off as rejection. "Here i am, warning you, trying to keep you safe, and off you go ignoring what i say and look what happened..."

Not to say he was not at fault, Macaque- no matter how ancient in years he is/was -behaved rather juvenile. It's easy for me as an adult to see where he comes from and where he failed, when me as a kid already made the same ass mistakes he is doing here. He shouldn't have just let Wukong do whatever he wants. But then that alone went againts their wish. "Hanging out, eating fruit, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT"

I never talked about the wish in this way, because from Wukong's perspective: it's an innocent one. Not so much from Macaque's point of view, because while Wukong's thought process was to get rid of every threat and then you are free to do whatever you want without consequences, Macaque knew that consequences come first.

It's childish to think you can just do whatever you want, and it takes maturity to know that that's far from reality. No matter who you are, your actions have consequences, and sooner or later you'll have to answer to someone.

Since Macaque knew this, it would have been, SHOULD HAVE BEEN his responsibility to make Wukong see reason. He didn't, and THAT had it's consequences too. Macaque may be more mature than Wukong, but he too is juvenile.

Here comes another mental gymnastics: Imagine a friendgroup, where you have the extroverted leader type friend, who's impulsive, hyperactive, has this unstoppable "let's do this" attitude, and then there's you who is more mature, and maybe know more, but as a quiet introverted person dare not speak up, even if you know better. Either because you feel insecure in the friendship, or because you don't want to hurt your friend's feelings. It's childish fear, that can be mistaken for cowardice. (Don't worry, Macaque is not a coward, but he does have his fears)

Now, while this is mainly the past and here and there Macaque has gotten better, i do believe he still does not realise that in the grand picture this whole show paints, he is one of the center pieces. (Which is weird when you are not a main character) I wouldn't even call Macaque a support character because while he isn't in the focus, the show itself always reminds you that he is there near the focus. He is a Chekhov's Gun character.

After season 4 chronologically comes season 3 (in this case) and the only thing i'd mention about season 3 is Macaque's high level of independence. He did everything alone without consulting or trusting anyone. He still knew he had to outplay the Lady Bone Demon, which might i add he did successfully but was that the right thing to do? From his perspective yes. From outside perspective no, but that's because we are the audience, we know more than they do. Macaque had one chance and he did not trust anyone but himself with it, and i can't fault him for it. I would have done the same, in fact i HAVE done the same (obviously in my case it was not my life at the line but i still catch myself taking up burdens where i can't accept failure because i don't trust others not to mess up) Macaque just couldn't afford to not have controll, but this is something that @nekohime19 explains perfectly in the Macaque study posts.

In part 2 of the Wukong post i mentioned that Macaque's "your old companions are back" comment is a quiet jab, but i may have been unclear that it was WUKONG who took it as a jab (which is why we got a close up of his fist)

Macaque didn't mean to jab at Wukong's wound(of a friend that has gone MIA ) because that wasn't what Macaque was thinking about at that moment. He didn't include himself in that statement because he himself knows how he is back (by LBD, which is either true or not, we don't know yet), but they don't know how or why the pilgrims are back. Their return *is* a mystery that Wukong was ignoring simply because he is happy to have them back and i'd say fears to question.

See how easy it is to have a conversation and talk past each other?

Miscommunication again.

Macaque obviously cares that Wukong is upset

It is why he backed off. His thought process is something akin to:

"Wukong looks sad, that is not what i came here to do, he must have misunderstood something, i'll just rephrase it then."

so he turns around and tries again "Look, there is someone who's pulling all of our strings."

This is the same situation as the Jade Emperor one, it's just this time Macaque knows not to back down untill Wukong understands just how heavy the situation they are in is.

Sure, Wukong doesn't want to push the conversation with MK, but didn't that mistake cost Macaque their friendship back then? Wukong can't afford to not talk with MK. While Wukong is scared how MK will react, if Wukong does not talk with MK then idk... he might figure out that he was made to be a sacrifice at the wrong time and try to kill himself not knowing that's the last thing any of them want and is not an acceptable battle plan and not everything has to be his burden.

Next proof of Macaque not thinking himself important is episode 2 when he sacrifices himself.

Here he is goal oriented, whatever the cost, MK and Wukong has to get away otherwise the world ends. What happens to him doesn't matter. (I'm sure you guys feel the dejavu as well.)

And obviously he didn't see that MK nor Wukong were specifically happy about that:

Next is when the gang gets trapped in the pagoda as well.

Obviously how could he have known that Wukong was agonizing over him, but still he does know many of the messed up things Wukong could have seen and it never occurs to him that Wukong possibly saw a memory of him.

Once again, i don't think it was because of anything malicious, it's just him being goal oriented. "My sacrifice was wasted Wukong..."

Another case of being uncomfortable with affection:

Something he did not expect nor is he any comfortable with:

But you know... he let's it happen.

Macaque after reuniting with the gang continues showing affection through looking out for them. He gets the eyes off of people, he is racing after MK constantly to maybe help in some way, and obviously when MK is about to end his life he goes "nah ah"

Macaque again showing he cares with talk and action rather than physical affection. "You don't always have to be the hero. It doesn't always need to be you!" Which is what ends up being the correct answer, even if they didn't know it yet. In this scene he was meaning more along the lines of "You don't always have to bear the world ending burdens!" it's Macaque looking out for MK's well being, both physical in the first picture stopping him from sacrificing himself and emotional in second picture, trying to take weight off of him. Had Nine not appeared he might as well have won MK over, we will never know.

In the next one he is looking out for Wukong's emotional well being. MK just left, Wukong is distressed, Macaque sees it:

So, back to "whatever it takes" mentality, he takes the last of his power and frees Wukong, and is why he is pissed when Wukong shows care for him.

"I JUST used up all i have to free you and instead of going after MK- !AS YOU JUST SO OBVIOUSLY WANTED TO! -here you are wasting time asking if i'm ok??!" Wukong poor soul keeps rejecting Macaque's shows of affection :'D

Macaque knows he is now as good as dead if Nine decides to retaliate againts him, and accepted that fact beforehand ("Here goes nothing, make it count.")

He does not care, the goal was to give a chance for Wukong to stop MK and Wukong is wasting it! Proving to me again that Macaque does not know that he is important to Wukong again(or still). But i also understand because i would have done the same, in that moment Macaque is not important, who TF cares what happens to Macaque?? MK is the one that's about to die!! Priorities people!!!

To me- who is already at the end of the grueling road of getting over emotional neglect- it's kind of funny to see Wukong thought so highly of Macaque in the flashbacks and Macaque is over there missing all of that. It just flies right by him x'D

And well, while Macaque is getting better at it, he still doesn't think himself important :') Which would explain why while he was angry at being killed, he still seems to be forgiving Wukong and yet keeping him at a distance.

My guy over here knowing he messed up (too) and yet not knowing what caused him to :T

Macaque was an enabler, but only because he was juvenile.

Macaque didn't think Wukong cared for him, but only because whatever his past before Wukong, he was most probably emotionally neglected (possibly all alone).

But well... this is far less objective than the 2 parter Wukong post. The thing is, i see far too much of myself in Macaque and is why i have a hard time being objective with him.

I do believe he was all alone, which is emotional neglect but no one's fault. But i also do realise i can be completely wrong about this ^^;

i guess we will see?

#lmk #lmk macaque

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