#monty/reader

[vaguesxrrow]

Platonic monty x witch reader where the reader would frequently visit esther with witchy duties and would always bring crow monty trinkets so when human monty came around he just starts fanboying seeing reader but they're confused about it so he just tries to act cool talking ab hearing good things about them from his "ghost friend" thank u <3

(p.s this was actually a dream I had and I think it's cute😭😭😭)

I AM SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK OVER A MONTH LIKE ACTUALLY 😭😭😭🙏

monty & witch!reader

a/n: yayy cheers for my first monty fic

wc: 1408

tags: gender neutral reader, witch reader, platonic monty & reader

"hi, esther!" you called as you opened the door to her house, lugging behind you a rucksack filled with... well, the contents of your bag were probably best left unsaid. "hi, monty!" you said as you caught sight of the crow in his cage. "oh, it's been so long. missed you, buddy."

you usually came around to esther's twice a month for your witchy duties. 'duties' meaning exchanging ingredients, and the occasional (frequent) gossip of other witches in the magic community. really, though, your favourite part of your visits were visiting monty.

the crow chirped at you in greeting. you grinned, retrieving from your pocket two trinkets. first, you handed him the necklace, which you had found when you were doing some spring cleaning. the gem on it was almost black, but blue enough that you thought it would pop against monty's feathers. and you were right - as you handed it to him, he deftly swung it up as if to put it on, but wasn't quite successful and instead it landed on his head. you laughed, unlocking the door of the cage to adjust it for him. he cawed and puffed up his chest, clearly pleased with the new gift.

next, you handed him a shiny pebble. this, you only just found on your journey here. you had parked at the beach, intending to collect some green seaglass for a spell, when you found a rock gleaming so brightly it could have been a crystal. it held no magical properties as far as you were concerned, but you knew monty had to have it.

monty took that, too, setting it down on a cushion in the corner of his enclosure. then, he flew out the open door to perch on your shoulder, nipping your hair affectionately.

"are you planning on stealing my monty, [name]?" esther teased, appearing from the kitchen.

"you know what? maybe i will," you mused as you stroked monty's feathers.

esther barked out a laugh that was equal parts disbelieving and threatening. "sure, honey. now let's talk business."

you left the place two elemental teeth and three vials of blood richer, and with a promise to visit again soon.

⌦ --

'soon' ended up being a whole month and a half later, having missed your second visit last month. you had an extra bounce in your step as you strolled up to esther's front porch, yet still taking care not to jostle your bag full of potions in glass jars.

before you could open the door, it swung open, revealing a boy who seemed to be about your age.

your first thought was, did esther have children?

after ruling out the first question with a no way in hell, your second thought was, did esther kidnap a teenager?

"uh.. hi," you said awkwardly. "is esther home?"

"not at the moment! she went to the store, but we were expecting you, so she shouldn't be much longer," he told you. "but, uh, come in, please!"

he held the door open for you as you walked inside. you set your bag down on the table. "how'd you end up living with esther?" you questioned. you weren't judging (mostly), just surprised that esther would ever live with another human, especially a teenager. she seemed to barely tolerate you. "and what's your name?"

"well, esther calls me 'handsome' most of the time." he rolled his eyes. "really annoying habit, but i let her do it, cause you know her!"

nice evasion, you thought to yourself, noting that mystery boy had deigned to actually answer any of your questions. he was getting more interesting by the second.

you sat down on a stool at the kitchen table. "well, nice to meet you. i'm-"

"[name]!" he blurted. "i know."

you paused in surprise. "and how do you know that, exactly?"

he froze for a millisecond, before launching into another long-winded explanation. "well, you're actually pretty famous, in case you didn't know! i heard about you from this, uh, cool ghost friend of mine. yeah, they're like, super cool, and if they think you're cool then you must be, like, even cooler."

you gave him a once-over, still confused. he noticed you staring and self-consciously tugged at a chain around his neck, tucking the necklace into his shirt. weird.

before you could interrogate him more, the front door audibly swung open, creaking on its hinges. esther's voice sing-songed from the entrance as she complained about the cashier at the supermarket, vaguely plottint his demise.

"where are you, m- oh!" she paused as she caught sight of you. "[name]!" her tone was cheerful, but you weren't sure if she was exactly happy to see you. then again, you never were.

"hi, esther," you greeted back. "just came to drop off the potions." you gave your bag a jostle, and the glass jars inside clinked against each other noisily.

she half-grinned, half-grimaced at you. "thank you, dear. you can be on your way now." she waved you away, undoubtedly using her magic, as you felt an invisible force tug you towards the front door.

"uh, my bag-" you began.

"i'll return it!" mystery boy piped up. "um, meet me at the park tomorrow at noon? we can be friends!"

"sure!" you called, having to raise your voice as your body moves further and further away. "um, see you then!"

it wasn't until you arrived at the sole motel in port townsend that you realised you'd never gotten the name of your to-be friend.

⌦ --

you met mystery boy on the bench at the park, as you had arranged yesterday. you were determined to get his name this time; if you were going to be friends, then you couldn't call him mystery boy forever. he already knew your name after all.

"[name]!"

you turned around to find him approaching, two paper coffee cups in his hands, along with your bag, as promised. smiling, you waved at him.

"hi. wow," he said. he handed you back your bag, and one of the cups. "this is for you. i wasn't sure what kind of coffee you like, so i just chose the special, cause y'know, from what i heard from my ghost friend, you seem like the kind of laid back person who can just do whatever, which i admire."

amused, and slightly puzzled, you chuckled. "thank you?" you took a sip of the drink he offered, nodding in approval to let him know it was good. "i didn't think i had that high of a reputation. i mean, you seem to know a lot about me, but i don't even know your name."

he fiddled with the chain around his neck again, drawing your attention to the piece of jewelry. today, it wasn't concealed under his shirt. you squinted. it was a metal chain, with a gem that was a dark sapphire blue. you could recognise it anywhere.

"is that... the necklace i gave esther's crow?" you blurted.

he froze.

your eyes widened. "wait..." you scanned him, and the more you scrutinised his features the more oddly familiar they looked. "monty?"

"uhh, about that..."

"oh my god." you stood up in shock. "did esther turn you into a crow? i didn't think she'd do something like that, transforming humans.. if she's been keeping you with her all this time-"

"what? no!" he shook his head. "she recently turned me human."

your rant ended abruptly. "oh."

you were a bit confused about that, too. how? when? why? but you supposed you might as well enjoy it for what it was: finally being able to talk to your favourite crow-boy.

"but thanks for looking out for me." he - monty (monty!) smiled.

"it's no problem," you responded, slightly embarrassed at your outburst. "i mean, you're my friend. so like, any time." you really were touched. being a witch didn't give much time for socialising, and even within the magic community, relationships were often kept professional. talking to monty, even when he couldn't respond, was nice for you.

"we're friends?" he asked, eyes sparkling hopefully.

"yeah, duh," you said. "i didn't give you all those trinkets for nothing. i'm glad to see you kept some of them, though." you motioned to the necklace.

"of course i did. guess i'm kind of wired to like shiny things. ex-crow and all."

"makes sense." you shrugged. "how'd you end up becoming human, anyway?"

he huffed, grinning. "oh, boy, it's a long story…”

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

One Foot in the Grave

You are the one and only human janitor at the Mega PizzaPlex. Those bots can clean the floors good, but they can't reach every corner or every shelf. Not to mention how some parents have started to complain that the mostly faceless bots scare their children.

It's not like this place pays well or the work is any fun but who are you to turn down a job when you really need the money? Not too much is expected of you, and you really don't have any other co-workers so this job seems like it would be easy enough. One thing that you know will bother you are those damn robots. Giant nearly 8ft glamrock robots isn't company you really wish to have.

Glamrock Freddy/ Reader, Montgonery Gator/Reader, Disabled reader.

Work count: 1,584

Warning: None

There was a rhythm to your work, a sense of timing and flow that you have gotten down very well. A secret beat to the day that you follow vigorously. It works perfectly for you, and you aren't keen on breaking it or having others try to interrupt you as you go about your day. Even now as you head to the newest mess you move with stiff purpose and strong determination to just get it done. Keeping to the walls as you walk by the loud busy crowd of excited, screaming children with their parents. Atop your head you wore chunky black headphone, listening to whatever music that you liked and drowned out the sounds around you. You wheeled your cart of cleaning supplies with one arm, your other busy with a forearm crutch to keep you up right. It was a learning curve to use the one as this job was rather demanding and your bosses aren't exactly the most caring of people.

But you make do.

You headed to one of the few private party rooms. Only getting a quick rundown of the mess as you popped open the door, using your cart to keep it open before you pushed out the cleaning bots that were in there. Sure, they got the floor clean but as you looked around the room you saw that they missed the chairs and a good bit table. Ruined strawberry cake, cupcakes and vanilla ice-cream scattered almost to the ceiling. When kids get upset there is no place that won't be hit by their mess.

With a deep breath you turned up your music and got to work.

What annoyed you the most was how the bots had folded the still messy chairs. So, you had to wrestle those chairs back open and then clean them and get all the food gunk out of their joints and crevasses. Whatever this cake was made out of it took some real elbow grease to get it out. Hell, there was so much of it that you had to pause to get more clean water to use. Your handy-dandy spray bottle almost ran out! All you could do was mumble as you dumped the dirty water and refilled. Not at all paying attention to the world around you.

After this mess is your break time and you had packed yourself a pretty good lunch and you don't plan on missing that. Not only will you be hungry, but it will throw off your rhythm. So, keep your head down and keep working and everything will be done in time.

Should you count yourself lucky that cleaning those chairs allowed you to sit? Probably not. Those chairs were hard and after a few minutes they made your butt hurt. But at least they were clean; Now folded and put away as you turned your focus to the table. With large rubber gloves and a trash bag you started to throw away the larger chunks of food. Getting into the beat of the motions and music. Almost lost in the action before a large orange hand gently tapped your shoulder. Almost shyly getting your attention. You stopped your efforts to clean, sighing as you pulled your headphone down. About to ask what they wanted as you looked up.

And up,

And up.

Meeting the towering figure of the one and only Freddy Fazbear had you jump back, almost scrambling to get away. Your legs nearly giving out from under you as you just about pressed yourself against the wall as you watched the bear take a surprised step back. A look of soft guilt on his robotic features. He was almost lowering himself to match your height as you two just stared at each other. His ears tilted downward. With how fast you moved there was now a whole table between the two of you, yet he still took a few steps back, the mere act causing loud thumbs of his metal feet. Each movement he seemed to flinch at, like he was afraid to scare you again. That had the smallest part of you feel guilty about how suddenly you were frightened but you can't help it as you stare at the bear wide eyed as he offers you a lopsided but kind smile. "The family wanted to know if there was anything to save." He started, his voice was kind and soft even with that gravel it seemed to have. He spoke like a kind father, but it did nothing to soothe you.

You shook your head no, there was nothing to save. Not waiting him to finish his sentence. "I-I know. But the parents were rather insistent." You've seen how pushy some parents can be. You know how Freddy, even Chica gave in to their demands in an effort to keep the peace.

You've seen Roxy get into a verbal fight with a pair of mothers, you know the daytime attendant stands their ground no matter what, and you've heard rumors about Monty. Nothing that you want to conform.

No parent talks to you.

You're just part of the cleaning crew.

The crew that was just you.

Freddy sighed but gave an apology, "I did not mean to frighten you." He sounded sincere as he stood up straight. Giving a small wave as he stepped out of the room. Carefully to move around your cart. For a big huck of metal he knew how to move carefully. It was scary. Once he was a few steps out you saw how a few children flocked to him. One even jumped into his arms. His movements of catching and lifting the child were effortless and smooth as he beamed brightly and joyfully greeted each child by name. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, sliding down the wall as your legs shook. They shook too much to hold you up for much longer.

Guess you'll just have to have your lunch here. You laid your crutch next to you. Sure, you don't have your lunch with you, but it wasn't a problem. Using your Fazwatch (something that all employees carried) you sent a mini message out to a friend to bring you your lunch.

Only needing to wait a few short minutes before you heard that telltale sound of their little beeps. You know those robotic floor signs? Well, a while ago you found one that was sent to be replaced and repurposed. You kind...of...stole them and fixed them up at home. They little things are too cute to be destroyed! You just had to fix them!

The little floor sign rolled over to you, a lunch pail on their head as they found you sitting on the floor. Spotting you the little thing spun around in what you hoped was joy as you took your lunch. With a pat you thanked them and just got to eating. You don't want to say that Freddy ruined your rhythm of the day. He didn't really do anything wrong. So long as this lunch goes without another interruption everything will still go smoothly for you and that was all you need right now. So, there you stayed for a few minutes. Chunky headphones back on as you kept an eye on the time as your little floor sign stood at the door. When anyone got to close you could hear it beep loudly, almost like the bark of a little dog as it kept people away from your work area.

If you weren't mistaken, you could have sworn you even heard them chase someone away. I swear, they were like that before you fixed them up!

You leaned back against the wall, tossing your trash away. Sighing as you looked around the still messy room. Guess you'll just have you double down and work double time! This room needs to be cleaned before the next scheduled party! So, with a breath you pulled yourself up and with a new playlist you just right to work. It took some great struggle to the splatters on the ceiling, but you managed! Pulling out a clean table cover and decorations from your cart you set the room up as if it was as good as new. A few sprits of air freshener and Boom! All clean!

A wore out smile as you pulled your cart out of the doorway and let the door close. Your little bot rolling circles around you as you headed to one of your closets to bump the dirty and used supplies to grab some new ones. Walking but the rooms of the Animatronics.

Allowing yourself only moments to glance into them.

You see Chica dancing with the children she was with, some of them play dress up and eating so much pizza. It was like a large slumber party in there.

Roxy had a loud movie playing as she playfully chasing some kids around as others jumped on the couch and had their hair braided or made to look similar to her hair.

Monty was closed again and even with your headphone you could hear the wreck he was making the room.

Freddy's room was the post packed. It was impossible to figure out what was going on but seemed to be manageable. But you didn't stick around to try and see what was going on.

You just headed right for your closest and swapped things out.

Turning your music up on your journey.

[wholemeallbread]

⟢ HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE ?

so much for wanting a good night's sleep after a long travel home...

"..." sae stares with squinted eyes. the bed – his bed, his king-sized bed – completely taken over by you.

your body was spread out over the mattress, the duvets almost pulled out from the frame and messy. his throw pillows surrounded your form, as well as a few of his jerseys and hoodies dotted around. a small puddle of what seems to be drool (hopefully not tears) was barely visible through the dark cotton, and your clothes were barely hanging on, pulled up and stretched in all sorts of places.

now, he had two options. one was to try and manoeuvre around you in an attempt to get under the sheets, which there was a heavy risk of waking you up. you probably fell asleep like this while waiting for him to return from his flight, so maybe he should let you rest. the other was a lot less ideal, but a lot more safe.

it wouldn't hurt for just one night.

"sae?!" you gasp as you enter the living room in the morning, immediately met with the sight of sae lounging around on the couch. "when did you get here? i didn't hear the door?" panic started to settle in. surely he didn't spend the entire night sleeping alone without telling you?

sae glances up from his phone, his furrowed eyebrows barely visible past his choppy bangs. "only an hour or two ago." he simply responds, returning to scrolling down his screen.

you shuffle closer, analysing his condition for anything that would expose a lie. his appearance didn't give anything away. "but your flight came in last night?" the question leaves your lips, almost accusatory.

"really?" and he pauses for only a moment. "didn't notice." he'd much rather keep you in the dark than have you feel guilty over small, unnecessary things. in fact, he's more happy that stayed at his place just to welcome him back.

and as always, he lets you invite yourself into his arms, silently enjoying your warmth once more.

[imagine-darksiders]

When it's the staff party, but Fazbear has been giving your cleaning lady the eye and you're getting tired of it.

[itsonlybaby]

♰﹔ 𝐟𝐰𝐛 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis﹔you and bellamy were friends, friends who often did each other favors.  ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ ˚ cw﹔ bellamy blake x reader, nsfw, praise  ﹒ ◠ note﹔ none  wc﹔ 800   ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood﹔ playlist

Being friends with Bellamy meant you got special treatment not many others could get- well, nobody else could get. That only meant you'd be helping him more than usual.

It wasn't a secret, everyone knew something was going on between you and Bellamy, nobody would act that close with a normal friend, but nobody cared enough to speak up about it.

You were in Bellamy's tent, legs on either side of his hips as he roughly thrusted up into you. He wasn't even fully pulling out, just grinding deeper into you while you wiggled in his grasp. You grinded your hips to meet his; eliciting a moan. You grabbed onto tufts of his hair to try and stifle your pleasure elsewhere, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Bellamys hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze, "Just like that, princess,"

Your head dropped down into the crook of his neck, the pleasure was palpable. No matter how many times you'd find yourself on his dick, you'd never get used to the feeling.

Bellamy stopped his movements, leaving you whining.

"You want it that bad?" He teased.

You nodded in reply.

"Then ride me."

Bellamy smirked as he watched your face flush, you'd never done anything like this before. It was always Bellamy doing everything for you.

Bellamy's hand found your hips and gently guided them, helping you get started. Once you found your rhythm Bellamy let go, his hands now focusing on your breasts bouncing with every movement. His thumbs traced over your nipples, sending a spark up your body.

Your head found its place on his shoulder, once again trying to silence your moans by gently biting on the exposed skin.

"Gonna make me cum, princess." Bellamy muttered, both hands cupping your breasts as you rode up and slammed back down. Bellamy knew he was close, and so did you. With every moan, you went deeper and deeper on him.

"Bell..." You moaned out, your legs beginning to shake, you wanted to scream out your orgasm, but you remembered where you were.

You threw your head back and clasped your hand around your mouth, much to Bellamy's disapproval.

"Always sound so pretty like this." He breathed out. He loved hearing the sounds that came from your mouth when you climaxed, it was his favorite part.

Your orgasm splurged through you in fast waves, leaving your body exhausted. Bellamy snaked his hands to your hips and held you up as he pounded into you, not quite near his own orgasm.

His dick continuously hit your oversensitive sweet spot, leaving no room for you to recover from the previous high.

"It hurts, Bell." Your hands grabbed his arms, digging into the skin. His skin felt hot, lined with sweat from the damp air around the tent.

"It's okay, take it all." Bellamy hushed you, his pace never slowing.

You weren't sure how long you could last with the relentless thrusts, your legs began shaking uncontrollably around him again. You knew if he kept this up you'd surely cum again. Closing your eyes you tried to hold on, not wanting to cum a second time just yet.

"Look at me, princess." Bellamy demanded. You shook your head, knowing if you were to obey you'd surely come undone.

"You asked for this." Bellamy grabbed your thighs and lifted you up with him, placing you on the bed roughly he spread your legs, his dick never leaving your pussy. You were definitely looking now, the eye contact making your stomach flutter.

The new position brought new waves of pleasure. Allowing his dick to hit different places in you.

Bellamy's hand found its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, forcing you to watch his dick fill your pussy.

The sight was enough to make you cum again, "Oh god, yes!" You yelled. It was like you'd been tipped over the edge as he fucked you through your second high. Your eyes rolled back seeing stars, the entire world went white.

"Such a mess." He said as your cum began painting his dick white. Every muscle in your body was exhausted, twitching, and sore.

Bellamy's pace began to quicken, he felt his own high was close. He let go of your hair and grabbed ahold of your legs to stable himself better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He spoke shakily, eyes focused on pounding into your slick pussy. His head slumped forward as thick white strings decorated your stomach, heavy breaths filled the tent while you both caught up with your composure.

With a big sigh, he stood up and tossed you your clothes.

"Same time tomorrow, got that?" He said, placing his own shirt on.

Rolling your eyes you nodded playfully, you could act like you hated your routine, but he knew you didn't. It's why you come back every day.

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[fictionalcharatersmybeloved]

[overly-dramatic-artist]

✨ 👠 🌈 FNAF Wizard of Oz AU 🌈 👠 ✨

The Wicked promos have reignited my deep, deep love for Oz-ian lore, so naturally I had to combine that with my new love of FNAF…specifically our favorite beloved gangly-limbed sunny-dispositioned celestial robot with the sweet and goofy Scarecrow 💖

Aside from Sun and Moon as the Scarecrow, there is Monty the Tin-Woodsman-Gator, Freddy the Cowardly Bear, Chica the Good Witch of the North, Roxanne the Wicked Witch of the West, William Afton as the Wonderful Wizard, and into the deeper Oz lore we have Cassie as Princess Ozma of Oz

[anjellaufeyson]

I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend. 

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face. 

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?” 

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.” 

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.” 

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.” 

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?” 

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.” 

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked. 

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions. 

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.” 

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up. 

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder. 

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line. 

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die. 

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth. 

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?” 

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?” 

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.” 

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately. 

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek. 

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him. 

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly. 

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?” 

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy. 

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet. 

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked. 

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior. 

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

[monro3-rambles]

a small tsukishima x reader blurb

tsukishima x fem!reader – “annoyingly in love”

You’re convinced Kei Tsukishima is allergic to affection.

He says he’s “just not the type,” with that same bored expression he always wears—half-lidded eyes behind his glasses, lips drawn in a line that doesn’t quite hide the smirk trying to break through. You roll your eyes at him at least twice a day, and he rolls his right back, like it’s his full-time job.

Still, you catch him doing things. Annoying things. Like holding his umbrella slightly more your way when it’s raining. Like giving you the last bite of his strawberry shortcake, even though he always pretends not to like sweets. Like pulling you closer by the sleeve of your hoodie when you’re walking home and a car gets a little too close.

“You’re kind of sweet, y’know,” you say one day, poking his cheek.

He glares at you. “Take that back.”

“But it’s true.”

“I’m not sweet.”

“You’re literally blushing.”

“I’m literally cold. Shut up.”

You grin and loop your arm through his anyway, because he’ll complain, but he won’t let go. He never does.

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what'd yall think?!?! i might be obsessed with him rn... EXCPECT MOREEEE

bye my minionsssss

[taeaura]

Thomas Hewitt x Plus Size Reader

this was requested, but also something I often thinking about 🫀

this took so long for me to post omfgggg

TW: Body Image Issues, Hoyt/Monty {how fun}, Implied Physical-Intimacy {though not explicitly said}, Tommy is a sweetheart <3

Tommy loves his sweetheart very very much {obviously}

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First of all: He's a big guy himself, so I doubt he'd mind {if not prefer} a bigger partner. The majority of the women in his life are plus/midsized {his momma, tea lady.} Essentially, the women with the most maternal influence {in his life} are plus/midsize :)

No one in the family would mind - Contrary to popular belief, I don't think Hoyt or Monty would say anything {hateful}; Considering their sister{s} have some more weight to them.

Now, that doesn't mean they won't comment other things..

One benefit{?} about your size {in the way the family views it}, they don't view you as 'frail', physically. That means more work, less physical restrictions. This also means Thomas is willing to get a bit rough with you {in many ways}.

He doesn't care how heavy you are, he's gonna carry you at least once. He'll help you up {if you need it}, carry you places, carry your things, anything that can show off his strength, really.

He doesn't want you to lose weight for image-related purposes. If you want to lose weight for health purposes, he's fully supportive of that {he wants you to bet as healthy as you can}. He finds your body to be empyrean - Something delicate that should be preserved, protected. If you did end up losing weight {or discussing it} for image purposes, he'd start becoming a bit self-conscious; What if you want him to lose weight too? Does he need to lose weight?

{He'd also affirm that you never need to alter your appearance, only your health.}

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{If you're fem-presenting, or happen to wear dresses} Thomas likes seeing you in sundresses, especially ones that accentuate your figure ;) Luda Mae would love this aspect too - She'll bring out dresses from her younger days and have you try them on {she's just trying to bond with you, it reminds her of her youth}. If you like jewelry, she'll bring some of that out, too.

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Being with someone of similar stature, Thomas would feel more comfortable with himself compared to being with someone skinnier. He knows that being bigger comes with ridicule and societal pressure, especially with clothing and presentation {which he too, struggles with}. This similarly almost provides a subconscious understanding between the two of you - In turn, decreasing his anxieties over his looks {around you}.

Although, he won't automatically show his face to you - Or anyone, for that matter.

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He'd do this with his partner regardless, but during moments where he's {surprisingly} sappy, he likes to give you gentle, scattered kisses along your face and body - It's his way of showing that he loves you🫀

Expect plenty of nibbles and cuddling to go with it {he's gonna pass out cold on top of you...}

Thomas also likes holding you whenever you both feel comfortable. Even if it's just holding your waist from behind whilst your doing something - Or becoming your bra {he doesn't give a shit if you have breasts or not, he's doing it anyway}

He's seen plenty of bodies, but none of them captivate him quite like yours. He likes soft bodies, ones where he can trace the stretch marks with his finger - Though, he likes tracing bones on thinner bodies as well. Thomas has a loft of stretch marks, most he got during his adolescence - He doesn't mind them much, and seeing yours makes him mind them less. Even if yours aren't too visible, he likes the textural difference against his hands.

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Overall, Thomas loves having a mid/plus sized S/O. I wouldn't necessarily say he prefers it, but he does like your figure {I headcanon Thomas as someone who likes harmony amongst features over individual features themselves - But he does really really like eyes}. Thomas focuses on personality most !! He likes not having to worry about you as much, but he's fully willing to worry.

To all my {fellow} plus/mid sized creatures, you're empyrean 🫀

Please give him hugs n kisses - He needs 'em

[balloonboyismyson]

my Overstimulation Autism vs. my Monty Autism would be a constant issue if I worked there OTL

[spectr3inl0ve]

i want to give jason todd a big fat kiss on the cheek while cupping his face.

your ears perk up at the sound of the door shutting, jason trudging down the hallway and into the living room. hes in a dark green tshirt and his tactical pants; jason prefers to leave his gear at a safehouse a few blocks away. looking up from your seat at the couch, you smile at him as you set your phone down. jason walks over to you with a slight limp. he lets out a groan when he sits, gesturing for you to move closer. you scootch over towards him and now your thigh is pressed against his. his eyes rake over your face as you stare wide eyed into his eyes. biting your lip, you lean forward on your knees and cup his face with your hands. jasons eyes slowly drag up to yours and you press a firm kiss to his cheek. when you retract your face from his, he looks somewhere to the side, grumbling about whatever. however, you do notice the faint blush creeping up his neck.

[fredrickfredbear-mrfnaf]

Jealous Jealous

Montgomery Gator/Reader

I am just spitting this out, I have no ideas and no plans. Just expect bad writing and a jealous 7ft reptile animatronic.

Word count: 526

This was just his luck huh? Well, at this point it was more the unended lack of luck. Things always go bad, never going his way, never letting him have a chance. It was like the cold endless void was mocking him every chance it got. Every time a good thing comes his way it gets ripped from him, leaving just the idea a bloody mess with the red on his claws. Angry loud thoughts raced, raced and raced through his head as he watched from above. Leaning against the railing with his arms crossed. Claws digging into the metal casing that covered his wires and endoskeleton.

Jealousy and hot hatred swam through him, flooding all the corners and cracks that his body and mind had to offer. Making the world painted in a deep red. This would be a nightmare if he wasn’t so pissed off. Below him, chatting away so carelessly and freely was you. The one person he thought he had. A friend for once that was his own. But no, like all things you were never going to be anything else other than a face, another worker who will leave at some point. Leave him at least. Damn it he was stupid for getting his hopes up, for thinking that you were different. But no, you aren’t. You laughed, the sound dancing in the air but it only made him grit his teeth, steam exiting his nose in a huff as his reddened gaze watched. Unable to tear his eyes away from the scene below.

And what was he watching?

You, one of the servers for the many side shops in the mega Pizzaplex, were having a very pleasant conversation with a very decent fella. Smiling and happily chatting along as you were escorted to your next shift. The fellow? Why the one and only Freddy Fazbear. Again. This wasn’t the first time, in fact it became a regular thing. It was kinda cute how Freddy would even look for you just to walk you to your next shift. Always smiles and joyful conversation. You’ll have to admit, it was intimidating at first, having such a large animatronic walk close by but it didn’t take long for you to be taken by him. Freddy was soft, charming, and very understanding and helpful. How could you not be a little starstruck by him?

But that was the problem.

Everyone is taken by Freddy. He was the star, he was genuinely a kindhearted goody two-shoes. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Unlike the known trouble-maker reptile who bore a heavy gaze of jealousy at the bear. Watching the scene between the two of you. You and Freddy, Freddy and you. It wasn’t fair! It was never fair! Everyone preferred the bear while he, the gator for Gator Gulf, was the most disliked and he blamed almost all of it on Freddy. That orange walked goody-goody always got what he wanted. Monty never did, and this time it hurt more. All he wanted was you, but he couldn’t even have that could he? Just a chance meeting with the bear and just like that, you’re gone.

[wholemeallbread]

ITOSHI RIN's sleep schedule always gets so messed up because he always tries to match your timezone. this man could be eight hours behind or ahead and still stay awake until ungodly hours because:

one – that's when you're free. he knows your sleep schedule like the back of his hand. when you sleep, when you wake up, when you go to work or school, when you eat, when you shower. it's your fault for oversharing and assuming he wouldn't remember.

two – he misses you. your hugs were his main way of expressing his love; how he would tighten his arms around you in return, how he would nuzzle his nose into your skin and focus on your touch. and now he can't do that at all? because you're miles away? torture.

three – you miss him! his face always burns like crazy when he sees all of the texts you send him, telling him you miss him and want to see him play soon, he can't stand it. it may not look like it, but his hands are itching to call you, or even just text back, but he can't. believe it or not, it truly pains him seeing the plethora of dramatic crying emojis, because he can't help but think "maybe that's how you're actually feeling right now?". you're crying? he's about this close to having a meltdown.

finally, once he's back at home, rin just stands there at the door, leaning his weight on you and simply taking you in. his eye bags are heavy, barely any thoughts crossing through his mind, just you. right there and then, he fell asleep while hugging you, which was not planned, but he couldn't help it. on the bright side, he would get to cuddle with you and have you right by his side; something he's been missing for ages.

[imagine-darksiders]

Deity Monty: If I bring this human the biggest, fattest catfish I can find, they'll be sure to accept my advances.... right?

Human, having just the worst time of it: :(((((((

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞﹒

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

putting out so many bellamy fics, here's the playlist I listen to while writing fics

Bellamy Blake - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You had a dream about your best friend Bellamy, and you try to suppress the feelings by avoiding him. Bellamy doesn't let this slide. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: smut, piv, praise, nsfw, gentle Bellamy

His hand glided along my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. My breathing became erratic the closer and closer he got to my cunt, the place I craved his touch the most. Bellamy leaned down, giving sweet kisses to my stomach area before I finally felt his fingers on my pussy, sliding up and down coating his fingers with my slick.

I just about came when he pushed two fingers inside me, thrusting them up and hitting my sweet spot.

"Hey!" Octavia, my roommate, yelled.

I shot up instantly looking around taking in my surroundings, a wave of disappointment washing over me, suddenly missing the dream I had just awoken from. Why had I been dreaming of Bellamy of all people? He was my best friend!

My disappointment was replaced by my guilt.

"You've been asleep an hour past breakfast, wake up." She spoke, putting on her black boots and lacing them.

An hour? What happened to my alarm clock?

Octavia noticed my confused look towards my clock, "You didn't set it last night,"

Shit.

I climbed out of bed and almost tripped on my blanket. I walked to my dresser and pulled out a fairly cute outfit. Shorts, a tank top, and Bellamy's guard jacket I still needed to return. But I knew he'd have to steal it back to get it.

"Where are you off to today?" I asked Octavia, putting on my socks and then my brown boots. I saw her stand and grab her sword, placing it in the holster on her back.

"Gonna spend the day with Lincoln, makes things less boring around here." She opened the door to our room and left.

Leaving me to only my thoughts memories of the dream came flooding back to me. It was like I could actually feel his touch on my thigh. His big, calloused hands, his soft kisses to my stomach, touching me as if I were a porcelain doll.

Shaking my head I snapped out of my thoughts, I had things to do today.

Walking to my little clay shop beside the Armory I sat down on my stool. Reaching under the desk I brought out a lump of clay I left to dry.

I had a clay shop, though it wasn't really a shop. Bring me the dirt and I'll make you whatever you want. It made the days less boring and brought smiles to everyone's faces, people would commission things for their partners, moms, siblings, and friends. Knowing my little sculptures could bring such joy to the people of Arkadia was a nice feeling.

Slapping the lump down on the desk I rolled up the sleeves of Bellamy's jacket and began kneading it, this is where most of my strength came from. Once I was sure it was soft enough to work with I sat back down, dunked my hands in the water, and began sculpting. Taking mini lumps from the big piece of clay.

I had finished two before my thoughts caught up with me.

Kneading the clay again, I thought about Bellamy's hands, mouth, hair, and body. How good he'd feel against me.

"Clays not gonna knead itself," Bellamy spoke in an amusing tone.

I hadn't even noticed I stopped kneading.

The sight of Bellamy made my heart drop, without his usual jacket you could see his muscular arms, a sight I needed engraved in my brain.

Looking at his face my eyes were wide, I had hoped he didn't notice my unusual staring. I needed to get my head out of the gutter.

"Yeah, just got distracted," I replied, an awkward laugh coming after.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow, bringing his hands to his hips. He definitely noticed.

"You okay, princess?"

That name again. I practically melted every time he called me it, though I'm sure he meant it in a friendly manner it just sounded so good coming from him.

I let out a series of stutters before taking a breath, "Yes," It came out as more of a question than an answer, and I knew he didn't believe me.

Then finally, my saving grace came.

"Oh, look, customer," I say, the look on Bellamy's face still evident.

A customer from two weeks ago approached my shop, Bellamy looked between us and took his leave.

A part of me felt bad knowing I had pushed him away slightly. But id never get any work done if he was standing there looking so damn good-

"Hi, I'm here for the fox statue. For my boyfriend." She greeted me with a bright smile, clearly full of excitement to see the final result.

I returned her smile and nodded, "I remember! Let me get it,"

A few hours had passed since then and the sun was setting, many happy customers, and I somehow seemed to get a lot of work done.

Closing down shop I washed my hands in the bucket of water and walked towards the mess hall, feeling my stomach rumble.

Entering the room I looked to see what was on the menu for tonight's dinner.

Fish and tomatoes were an odd pairing but given our resources it was fairly good.

Grabbing a plate from Sinclair I searched for some familiar faces, to which I only found Bellamy.

Thinking the previous feelings for him faded I walked up and sat in front of him, a smile greeted me at my presence.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, getting comfortable and taking a bite of the fish. Not very flavorful.

"They headed to bed early,"

"Why didn't you?"

"Wanted to ask what was up with you earlier,"

Thank god I had finished my food, the intensity of his stare would've made my appetite vanish.

"I've just been distracted," I stated, hoping he would just take that for an answer. But I knew he'd keep budging.

"With?"

"I'm getting pretty tired, I'm gonna head to bed," I stood abruptly, not wishing to continue the conversation further. How else am I supposed to tell me best friend I had a wet dream about him and everytime I see him it comes back to me?

"Bye, bell," I flashed a nervous smile and quickly walked off before he could say anything else.

I knew I'd have to confront him sometime, but I'd hold off as long as I could until then.

Making it to my shared room I quickly opened the door and entered, Octavia probably spending the night in Lincoln's room. I was grateful for that, tonight I just needed to be alone.

Getting undressed I put on a pair of pajama shorts and just used Bellamy's jacket as a top.

Climbing into bed I slid under the covers, making sure to set my alarm this time.

Staring up at the ceiling for a good hour my mind clouded over with thoughts of Bellamy, it was expected at that point. I hadn't even noticed my hand going towards my cunt, rubbing myself through the fabric. Letting out soft, quiet moans at the feeling. As good as it felt I needed more.

My hand slid underneath the shorts and I teased my entrance, just as Bellamy did in my dream. Pushing into myself with two fingers the feeling was amazing, but imagining It was Bellamy again wasn't enough. I craved him, and in my lusty haze, I shot up and headed for the door.

I couldn't believe I was going to do this, I couldn't believe how badly I needed him.

I made a B-line for Bellamy's room, knocking on it. I was practically banging on it. A few seconds passed until I was met with the sight of Bellamy towering over me, his messy hair going in all directions, his shirt that hugged his arms so well, and his sweatpants that barely hid anything.

"Is your roommate in there?" I ask breathily.

With a shake of his head, I connect our lips in a messy needy kiss. The feeling of our lips touching for the first time makes me shiver, Bellamy makes no motion to push me off, instead, he pulls me inside, shutting the door with his hand. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, needing this just as much as I do.

He only pulls away when he sets me down on the bed, unzipping the jacket to find nothing under making him slyly smirk, my face flushed with an unimaginable redness. My mind now catching up with my heart.

This was really happening.

His hands gently fondle my breasts, soon snaking their way down my sides, to my hips, and then to my shorts, with every touch of his fingers, my body shivered, bathing in the attention from his hands and eyes.

He easily took off my shorts, the cool air hitting my now vulnerable warm cunt.

Bellamy was at a loss for words, never seeing something so beautiful before. The bulge in his pants now makes the material stick out in a more than noticeable way.

The feeling of embarrassment caught up with me, I moved my arms to cover myself but was stopped by Bellamy's tight grip.

"Don't," He demanded, letting go of my arms once I nodded shyly.

With a flushed face, Bellamy lowered his pants, revealing his cock. He took ahold of my legs and placed them on his shoulders, "Okay?" He asked, making sure this was really happening.

"Yeah, that's... that's good," I replied, reassuring him.

He guided his tip along my slit, coating it with my wetness as a type of lube. The feeling of him being so close to me made the hairs on my neck stand up.

I had wondered for a moment what people would think of us, but too in the moment to care.

Readying himself, Bellamy looked down at me again, taking in the sight of me with his jacket on.

"Please, I needed this," I muttered, "Needed you,"

"Feelings mutual, princess,"

And before I could reply he pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. I let out a moan as he bottomed out in me. My hands reaching out for his, he met me halfway and grabbed ahold of them. His big hands intertwined with mine. He placed our hands above my head and gave them a squeeze.

I squeezed back, hard.

"Can I move?" He asked, he so badly wanted to move. But he wanted our first time together to be gentle, sweet, and full of genuine love.

I nodded hesitantly, preparing myself for the pain and pleasure.

Bellamy pulled out and pushed back in at a slow pace, agonizing to him, it took everything in him not to just slam back into you at a rough pace.

The moans I let out sounded like heaven to him, he couldn't help but join in with his own grunts of pleasure, the way I would tighten around him started to become too much, and he couldn't keep his own sounds in.

"You're doing so good," Bellamy assured between groans, his voice had become gruff.

I bit my lip to try and stay quiet, fearful the room next to him might hear.

Bellamy didn't like that at all, "Let them out, princess,"

And when I shook my head 'no', he slammed into me hard, forcing my moans out as I squeezed his hand more.

"Bellamy!" I moaned out.

This only egged him on, loving the way his name sounded on my tongue.

As much as it hurt, it felt amazing how well he filled me, and how easily he could hit my sweet spot.

"Faster, please," I begged, staring into his eyes.

"Alright, princess,"

Bellamy leaned in closer making my legs bend more, letting him go deeper inside me. His pace began to speed up, making my moans grow louder in volume.

Every thrust was a new place deeper inside me, I felt my legs begin to shake, the familiar feeling of ecstasy creeping up my stomach.

He must've caught on, "It's okay, cum on my dick, princess, go ahead,"

His reassuring words put me over the edge, "Bellamy, Bellamy!"

My back arched as I reached my high with Bellamy fucking me through it.

My climax brought him even closer, the way my pussy clenched around his cock was overwhelming for him. His thrusts became sloppy and unhinged. He tried to keep it in, to make this moment last longer.

His brows furrowed while he stared into my eyes, saving this memory forever, "You're so beautiful," he breathed out, "So pretty with my jacket on,"

With a few more erratic thrusts he quickly pulled out, finishing on my stomach, bringing a newfound warmth all over.

Full of hesitance he let go of my hands, taking off his shirt and cleaning his cock and my stomach off while catching his breath. He threw the shirt into a bin in the corner of his room. Now taking a place next to me, wrapping his arms around my exhausted body.

"Been dreaming of that since we met," He whispered in my ear, placing kisses all over my neck.

I smiled.

If only he knew.

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭