WARNINGS: There might be spelling mistakes/mispronouns/ooc. I apologize in advance for those.
Enjoy the show.
You wish you weren't brought into this hell, Looping for eternity for the joy of torturing. Was this really the karma for the things you did in your past?
Was this all just a sick joke as a payback from them?
You don't know.
You wish you could take it back and wouldn't end up here. Being chased around like some kind of toy all for entertainment for the.. killers. You're luckily not alone.. but… they're not all better.
After they know what you did, they turn their back on you. More often than not, they never help you whenever you're in a struggle.
Ignoring you completely.
You hate it, you don't like it. It's what makes the loop hell WORSE.
The way the other survivors treat you. Elliot never bothered to offer you a pizza. Shedletsky would just watch you getting chased alongside Guest. HECK, even 007n7 ignored you COMPLETELY.
It was exhausting, especially when all you wanted was a new beginning. Without the constant nagging of what you did.
You approached Taph, tapping him on his shoulder. “Hey— May I ask you something?—”
“🧍♂️🤷♂️👉👷♂️❓” (I don't know as well, maybe you should ask Builderman) You nod at his answer, giving him a thumbs up and left. Glancing back to see he gave you a thumbs up as well.
You next walked up to Noob, “Sorry to bother you… but do we have a plan for the next match?—”
Upon hearing your voice they flinched, they didn't seem to hear you but he just nodded quickly. “Y-you should ask Builderman about it, I'm s-sure he has m-more.. information.”
You watch as they speed walk away, slipping a bit.
You brushed his silly actions and went to find Builderman. He is outside the cabin with Shedletsky, seemingly in a conversation as Builderman checks over his new invention.
You approach the two and once you get closer, they turn their attention to the footsteps coming closer.
Shedletsky looks.. rather wary, whilst Builderman has that unreadable expression. You hope that's not hatred.
“Uhm— Hey, Builderman.. Can I ask about the next upcoming match’s plan?”
He didn't answer you outrightly other than letting out a sigh. A small silence overtook before Shedletsky finally spoke up, “We're still trying to figure out who's going to be picked next. Though I believe you won't be picked. Luckily.”
That smidge of disappointment in the last word already says you're not welcome in their presence. You hum with a nod, bidding farewell they didn't respond to and left.
You sat in the living room of the cabin, staring into the fireplace, waiting for the match to start to explore more of the camp, place, whatever people call the area around the cabin.
You don't know what else to do to spend the time, you've got no one to talk to as of now. You've already asked if there's a plan— like every other time before a match. And you can't think of doing anything else.
You might try and find Dusekkar for a small chat, but even so he will, like others, find an excuse to get away from you.
What are you, some kind of plague infected robloxian?
No matter, you'll just wait for the match whilst watching the endless fireplace.
Headcanons
Survivors
Noob
They don't hate you. More so terrified of your capabilities, judging from your past.
Would avoid you every chance they can.
They did try to push away their fear go try and bond with you, maybe. But Guest held him back for 'caution'
Elliot
He hates you. Deeply.
He's frustrated towards what you did to his workplace. Outright unforgivable.
Does not trust you one bit.
REFUSE to heal you even as you're low.
Shedletsky
He's wary. Does not trust you.
Would often watch you from afar though never try and make a conversation with you.
He does not hate you.. maybe a little bit.
Only helps you when it's only you two left alive.
Builderman
Hatred.
He's seething whenever he sees you.
Never tells you where the sentry or dispenser is at. Leaving you wounded most times.
Definitely is the one who told Dusekkar to never help you when you're chased.
Dussekkar
He doesn't hate you. Just a smidge of dislike. Though he does love to talk to you. Once in a while.
Is curious how you are able to do what you've done in the past
The closest to neutral.
Doesn't mind you, though he can't say anything for the others. Especially Builderman.
Chance (pink day Chance yass)
THE MOST NEUTRAL
Like Dusekkar, he doesn't hate you or dislike you.
The closest you think as a friend in the hell.
They do enjoy talking with you!
Though he can't ignore what you've done in the past.
They does help you, Often!
Maybe the only one who helps. Or is he? (Vsauce music started playing)
Two time
Thinks you're a demon coming for them.
Will watch you like a hawk.
They tried to sacrifice you once. Though Taph stops him by knocking him out.
Also tried to give you to the killer aka Jason. Jason ended up targeting Two time.
Guest 1337
He's neutral. Just distrustful of you in every aspect.
He has respect for your.. powerful doing in the past. Though he can't say he's not wary of your capabilities.
The second most to help you. Even though most of it is just him watching you getting chase.
Taph
He actually likes you.
You both would talk often and he loves teaching you sign language!
You both have the closest bond, aka best friend!
He does not care about your past, it's the past after all.
007n7
No emotions.
He sees himself in you.
He understands what you're going through.
Thought.
He respects you for your determination.
Often leaves medkit or bloxy cola near your spawn place.
He does give it to you directly. Once. Elliot glaring at him, whispering he needed it more than you as he can't heal himself.
Chance shut Elliot down by mentioning how he doesn't heal you at all.
Killers
1x1x1x1
She's intrigued by your past.
Though he doesn't care and would kill you whenever.
They would often leave you as the last man standing. Though you don't understand why.
John doe
Absolutely doesn't care.
L + Ratio. Die.
c00lkid
Thinks what you did was cool!
He's impressed how you have done it.
Would often target you first to see if you're as powerful as the story his father told you about.
Fond of you. Somehow.
Jason
He pity you. He does.
He knows how it feels to be an outcast.
Would leave you as last man standing everytime. Though sometimes he lets you win.
Hey at least another killer friend other than a child.
Masioso
He has heard stories of what you did.
Intrigued and impressed.
Though he doesn't understand how you ended up in the hit list. He doesn't remember you doing anything about debt. Meh, you're name in the list anyway.
Azure
He doesn't understand why almost all the survivors hate you.
Even as he feels sorry, he's still going to kill you.
Noli
Thinks what you did in the past are bullshit.
He does not care what so ever.
Though he did tease you about your past, despite not believing it happened, before chasing you.
Guest 666
He doesn't really care.
He tried to feel sorry for you from seeing how the survivors avoided you. But he's careless.
He's a monster. Not a villain.
Note: woah, What's this? I finally uploaded something other than reblogs? Mwehehhe
Anyway if you guys want more, please send it a request of what I should do next.. like a scenario for this Oneshot hcs story.. like maybe Reader trying to bond, how they react to this, that, etc.
Putting Their Head on Your Tiddies pt. 4
(for real this time)
A/N: i fixed it, they’re using you as a pillow this time i swear! for the new people who enjoyed my last one, here is my series masterlist
CHARACTERS: zoro, sanji, law x GN reader
WARNINGS: none
GENRE: fluff
WORD COUNT: idk
RORONOA ZORO
When you first ask Zoro if he wants to use your chest as a pillow, he’s skeptical about it. He is huge, after all. Built tall, wide, and strong- how would he not crush you the moment his head put any weight on you? Besides, look at him- he is made of pillow material already so why not just lay on him?
It becomes something he likes to tease you about. When you think you’re about to get him to lay on you, his arms will flip you around the last second so that you suddenly feel a whoosh before your head is nestled into his pecs.
He’ll gloat a little, always satisfied with how you can’t help but feel comfortable against him. Zoro likes that you can find comfort in him, but he loves being able to dodge anything that might show him to be vulnerable (especially with that curly brows around).
Zoro would be drunk the first time he laid on you. And, for once, it hadn’t been your intention. A mishap carrying him to your shared bed led to him falling on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he fell asleep in an instant.
In the morning, Zoro would wake to feeling the most comfortable he’s felt in a long time. His large hands would wander a little, gently squeezing and searching for a comfortable place to rest, slowly constricting around you as he slowly rises.
When an eye flutters open to see you asleep beneath him, with one of your hands on the back of his head and the other curling around his bicep, the marimo can’t help but see why you’d been trying so hard to cuddle with him like this.
Zoro grows to enjoy laying his head on you, finding that the sound of your hear beating against his ear and feeling your lungs expand against him lulls him to sleep faster than any lullaby could.
He’s always careful, the nagging worry about his weight never quite going away, but the more he uses you as a pillow, the heavier he seems to get as he relaxes more and more each time.
BLACKFOOT SANJI
Sanji all but leaps at the chance to lay his head against you, arms wrapping around you to whisk you away to your room (he’d never dream of cuddling you in his hammock, at least not while his crew mates were around).
He is so eager, so adoringly and obviously eager, that it takes him a moment to remember to slow down, to make sure that you are happy and comfortable.
Your chef will rearrange the pillows, make the bed, bring more blankets if it doesn’t seem luxurious enough for his standards for you. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable before crawling into bed besides you.
Sanji laying his head on your chest is a little awkward at first. His strong jaw means a little adjusting, he doesn’t want his chin to poke you in an uncomfortable way after all.
If you were fine with it, Sanji would want one of his hands cupping your chest, resting it in a way he could feel your heartbeat beneath his fingertips.
His heart would swell feeling your hands comb through his hair, moving lower to scratch at the back of his neck. You would feel him relax against you, his weight a comfortable blanket on top of you, with his lips occasionally peppering sweet kisses along your collar bone.
After the first time, Sanji would want to lay like that with you again and again and again. He might even go as far as making a schedule saying who gets to sleep on top of who. It’s hard for him, you see. He loves holding you in his arms just as much as he loves you holding him.
At the very least, though, Sanji would find the time to worm his way into your relaxation time. Not as much as he would want to, understanding that you do need time alone. But if he happened to be bringing you tea as you read in your room, he might not be able to resist laying on you for just a few minutes, happy to use any excuse he can to rest against you.
TRAFALGAR LAW
Law would decline any and all offers you give him to use you as his personal pillow, stress ball, anything. It doesn’t matter that he knows it would be better than accidentally falling asleep at his desk, or that he has been a bit colder at night lately- he will deny all of your attempts to get him to cuddle with you at first.
That’s not to say he isn’t affectionate. He’ll hold your hand, kiss your forehead, bring you food and water and make sure you’re taking care of yourself. It’s just… you’re not supposed to do it for him, or so he thinks.
Your partner knows the importance of a good nights sleep, and having slept alone for so long before you he has already expressed his concerns over changing his sleeping routine (see: adding another person to his bed).
Naps are a dangerous thing too, he’d argue. Sleep too long and the entire rest of your daily routine is thrown off, and good luck trying to sleep when you normally do at night.
So, try as you might, Law finds plenty of reasons as to why he shouldn’t take you up on your offer (no matter how many times he finds his eyes wandering to look at you and has to shoo away any thoughts of how comfortable you look).
To finally get Law to cave in, you’ll have to catch him during a moment of weakness. A late night doing paperwork, a hectic afternoon after something piratey goes wrong and he has to tend to half of his crew being injured.
Law’s hand would be resting against his forehead, a hefty sigh leaving him as you step into his office.
Once you’re able to get him to lay with you, your arms shifting and body wiggling to settle his head on your chest, the heavy sigh that leaves him is like a drug. How relaxed you both make each other is addicting, and once you finally get Law to rest in your arms he can’t help but wonder why the hell it took him so long to say yes.
Law likes to wrap his arms around you as he nestles against you, counting your vertebrae with his probing fingers. It’s his way of counting sheep, the steadiness of your body below stealing away any outside stressors or problems.
He loves it when you do the same, feeling your fingers start from the base of his neck and wander down. Something in him softens every time your fingers find his tattoos, tracing the intricate lines across his body. The first time you’re able to do it without him taking his shirt off makes his eyes widen and his arms grip you tighter.
As much as he does enjoy it, Law won’t initiate any sort of cuddling with you. The closest thing he does to invite you into his bed is leave his door unlocked- but still closed- at night, with some part of him hoping that you’ll find your way into his bed during the night.
Hey loved this and found it so interesting...and got an idea for a whole self aware au...possibly could be a series if you find it fun enough to write...already love what you did with this first writing and defiantly wanna see it in action and your take on this:
Self aware au...cowardly y/n. Just imagine a y/n who gets sucked into the game and is so nervous about the story because of the fights, rivalries, and etc...like they know the story of cookie run so they are TERRIFIED at first when they first enter the world...maybe nervous at first when the cookies become self aware but scared when actually in the world as themselves but a cookie form...just a powerless cookie!
Cue them getting dragged through story, thinking they are gonna die...but here is twist, especially because of this writing I really liked: the cookies adore them! So every time they think they are about to die or get caught in the crossfire? Nope, they are perfectly safe and loved! Can't wait to see all the hilarious senarios of y/n panicking and thinking 'this isn't gonna end well for me' only to be immediately proven wrong via y/n being protected, comforted, or whatever you want lol!
AAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA!
Ideas are exploding in my head!
Self Aware Au
W/cowardly!Reader
You don't know how but you have been sucked into the game. At first you just wanna relax on the couch then suddenly, poof, you're in the game.
The first to meet you was the team. They saved you from a couple of cake hounds and cake wolves. You introduce yourself to them and oh what a wrong move.
Gingerbrave was instantly all over you, fawning on about you and finally excited to meet you. Both Pure Vanilla Cookie and Wizard Cookie were questioning how you got here.
That aside, Gingerbrave insists on having you travel with them. At first you don't agree, saying you rather not, already knowing what will happen next with all the spoiler episodes you watched. Wizard Cookie agrees with you until Gingerbrave literally begged for you to come.
Geez just like how you begged for new cookies to come home in your gacha.
You gave in and went with their adventure, honestly all the time traveling you felt bad. Not having the skill to do.. anything. They would reassure you every time, "It's okay.. [Name] Cookie. Just getting to know you along the way was a gift."
Gift? Okay Pure Vanilla..
Finally all of you arrived at the place, Beast-Yeast. Being there somehow gives you the chills, the crawling feelings of being watched.
You all met Elder Faerie Cookie. Soon White Lily Cookie. You both introduce yourself, luckily (or unluckily which ever you wanna see it) she doesn't seem to recognize you from outside the screen.
It's all great, until you meet him. Oh how the presence just makes you wanna coward back and run. Hide away from everything. Not to mention you can't do anything. And he can do anything he wants.
"Oh. I see I have quite an audience here! I am SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!"
You froze, you can't move even as your mind screams at you to run. It wasn't scary when you passed this episode.. why is it now? Why do you feel fear now? Is it because you couldn't do anything, like closing the game?
"But now... The wait is over!"
Move your body, run! Anything!
"Your favorite trickster is here!
The sharp stares of his eyes, lands directly at you. Your body shakes. You know what will happen! You know what's next! But why are you still afraid? You expected this long ago!..
Oh what some silly thoughts!
Gingerbrave put a stance between you and the beast. He seems as scared as you are but.. he's determined enough to protect you. They all did.
The faerie kingdom fell into deceit, playing lies and truth like a game for fun. Shadow Milk Cookie returns once in a while to tell the stories Elder Faerie Cookie told them. But different.
It goes like you expected so you wouldn't fall for his lies easily. In one of the plays he described you. The divine, watching over them, Oh they were saddened when the five original power holders fell and sealed away.
No you were not.
At the end you watched as the team defeated the trickster. After he tried to swoop you away from them.
You watched both Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie exchange. Now you don't know where to go. You're lost without a home or anything. But they, accept you into The team with open arms. You have no choice either way, as you follow them to the next adventure.
Welcome back to another round of smutty Shaw Pack headcanons with Lemon! This time we’re taking a different approach, welcome to:
The Official Best Eaters of the Shaw Pack (by a lesbian)
Please keep in mind this is gender neutral and has no mention of genitalia, but I wrote it with pussy in mind. I’ll happily make a cock version of you guys want, just lmk.
6. Christian: Not great, but not terrible either. Enough to make someone cum but not give a mind blowing orgasm. Room for improvement with practice.
5. David: He eats like a starved man. He cares so deeply about his partner’s pleasure, and that’s what makes him so wonderful at it. The only reason he is so close to the bottom is because that’s not where his prowess lies. I don’t need to spell it out for you, we all know what he’s good at.
4. Sam: He is an eater in his own right. He falls into the same category as David, where he’s excellent at it but it’s not his specialty. The reason he edges out (hehe) David is because he gains so much pleasure from watching his partner twitch and squirm that it makes him almost bust too. He eats for his partner and his pleasure.
3. Asher: He’s a bottom. He needs to be good at it, it’s half his game. He loves nothing more than to be on his knees for his mate, lapping and sucking at them with pleading eyes. His mouth is for his mate to use and abuse however they so please. Sometimes, it gets him so hard he starts to reflexively hump whatever surface he’s on, and Babe has to force him to stop, or tie him down so he becomes the whimpering, crying, brainless mess he trusts his mate with.
2. Milo: Mr. Been Around The Block here. This isn’t his first rodeo. He’s taken everything he’s learned from previous escapades and applied it to his precious mate. His tongue is deft and skilled, and definitely not just for talking. While most of the boys enjoy eating for themselves, Milo is the cream (hehe) of the crop. This man could cum from just from giving his partner head. He doesn’t need anything else other than watching them writhe under his touch and tell him how good he’s doing. Add a few sly remarks and alluring glancing remarks, and you get head that has earned him his spot in the top three.
1. Vincent: He edges out (hehe) second place simply because he has a lot less practice. This man is natural. This man would die happily between his Lovely’s legs without a regret in the world. His tongue is magic, expertly finding their sweet spots and exploiting them to their fullest potential. His jaw doesn’t get tired as he looks up at them with soft eyes, flicking that spot with the tip of his tongue at a speed nobody knew was possible. When they squirm, his strong hands shove their thighs down, so their body has to just take the blissful barrage. God know there’s no place they’d rather be.
Side note, my redacted audio subscription is about to run out so if you gift me a $7 or more tier membership, I’ll write you any smut fic you want for any redacted character! Just dm me!
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Hypothetically, if someone were to be planning a fluffy, tropey, strangers to lovers fic (hypothetically), what would be your (hypothetically) preferred 'forced proximity' trope?
"Oh no! I simply have to stay! Because of the ~*circumstances*~."
Snowed in
Someone falls ill and can't leave until they've been nursed back to health
Secret third option (tell me!)
Voting ended onMay 14
This is all very hypothetical of course. Who would be writing something like that? Not me. (Hypothetically).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy holidays to my partner @rainbowbutterfrosting, I finally finished your fic. Everyone read Airplane being doxxed and adopted (kidnapped) off the street (from his apartment) by a kind new sugar daddy (complete stranger??) so I have more motivation to write this AU
There's one scene in my fanfiction where Aragorn is having a Grim Monologue and he is Staring At The Ceiling, but then like he turns on his bed and becomes acutely aware that there is Arwen (read: very pretty woman who he is very much in love with) right next to him and
he just momentarily forgets everything because holy shit thats his wife???? THATS HIS WIFE NEXT TO HIM????? And holy shit wait he's married to her what.
This woman who is basically the prettiest most amazing in his eyes is actually married to him holy shit??? What the hell he hit lottery shit man how is he ever going to match her she is above him and he is below her and she's his star and he is just. A wandering traveller for whom she is the guiding light
It's just him forgetting all about the world and wife worshipping and I think that's very much Aragorn esque
Teeny tiny AU where Sebastian is contracted with someone else before the Phantomhive family gets wiped out. His current master, another crime lord, wanted the little Phantomhive brat in his clutches to teach his daddy a lesson for interfering with his arms business. He orders Sebastian to go retrieve his "delivery."
The demon goes through all the trouble of stealthily taking down the guards around the exterior of the home and sensing where oh where his little quarry might be. He scans through each room until one pops out, nearly at the furthest end of the manor. Silently, he flies up to the second floor window and lets himself inside. Under the covers of a massively oversized bed are two little boys, each a mirror of the other. Since his master only seemed to know about one of them, he decides to only take the one closest to the window. It'd make for even more delectable anguish once his master found out they had a spare.
Sebastian softly clamps a hand over the boy's mouth, and those wide, blue eyes shoot open instantly. "Shhhhh," Sebastian whispers, "My apologies, but I'll be taking you with me. If you want him to live"— he looks at the other boy, peacefully sleeping beside this one, then back at this frightened little rabbit, —"you'll stay quiet."
This boy's breath on his hand comes in warm, scared little pants, but he makes no sound, no fuss, no anything. Sebastian smiles and scoops him up, spiriting him away out the window. "Good boy."
They're heading back to Sebastian's master now, flitting through trees and boroughs alike. "You.. what are you...?" the boy asks him.
Sebastian's eyes widen a touch, but he reins in his surprise before the boy notices. "What I am is of no concern to a whelp like you. If I were you, I'd be more worried about where I intend to take you."
The boy chuckled a bit, a mirthless, almost resigned sound tinkling through the air like a broken windchime. "It doesn't really matter where I'm taken. Whoever wanted this won't live that much longer anways."
Sebastian nearly stops. Nearly. This time, he didn't bother to hold back his shock, looking squarely at the little captive in his arms.
