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[maritotoy]

MAUGA X Support/Medic Reader ((Part. 1))

NOTE: Believe it or not, I never realize how long I've written this one.

This narrative tracks Mauga's obsession with Y/N as it grows to the point where he is prepared to kill everyone who stands in his way. With this in mind, Mauga's commitment would gradually grow. He would start out softly and then this need on you would get stronger.

It all began when your talents were initially utilised for recruitment. You were a terrific help, willing to assist your teammates in whatever way they needed.

Your main issue was that you could never truly let them handle things on their own. As a result, it became increasingly difficult to care for yourself.

They promised you riches if you helped them fight back against their threat. There were only so many ways to profit from rival worlds, after all. You were aware that you were going into a whole new universe when you agreed, but you also felt that you had no choice but to accept them.

Ultimately, you didn't wish to pass away, did you?

It was stated to you when you first joined TALON Organization, that you should concentrate only on the battlefield. Up until you met Baptiste, an exceptional combat medic, it was great with you. Your shared enthusiasm for curing illness is what unites the two of you. It turned into a shared passion. As you try to acquire experience in several areas, like medical supplies, you both hope to discover some more useful abilities, like healing or even a unique kind of combat capability.

But you can hardly ever get to Baptiste, he's constantly at the top. Both a combat mercenary and medic. You're always looking for ways to sharpen your skills.

Even after meeting him again at your base and on missions, you are still determined to improve your ability to deal with any possible emergencies. Not until later do you find out what happens when a member of your unit gets injured.

Baptiste surged in, carrying an imposing stature and a solid, muscular frame. His voice sounded desperate, asking, "I'm sorry if I came to you! I know you are busy, but I need help with my friend, please, Y/N!" The urgency was so obvious that there wasn't much resistance. Even if he was a doctor himself, it must have seemed urgent enough.

Besides... You were in the right place to help.

You rushed over to his side and helped him stabilize his huge friend. "What happened, Bap? Are you hurt?" He didn't reply, but his eyes told you all you needed to know.

You fix your sight on his pal. He does not appear to be hurt or seriously damage. However, the man's body is completely soaked, which looks very suspicious to you. "Is he alright, Bap? I don't see anything wrong." He shook his head and gave a sigh.

"We were attacked. Mauga and I found the source of the enemy attack and got separated."

"How long has it been since then?"

"Four hours, maybe five."

"Do you have any idea of what may have caused the damage?"

"I'm not sure. However, I had already discovered him unconscious but unharmed on the ground. It should not take long for him to awaken.." You glance at the unconscious man again before you say, "Let me take a look at him." He nodded and stepped aside.

"Mauga could never be wounded by shots like that. Despite his size, he could easily absorb one hit thanks to his physique." He explains.

You crouch down and check on his comrade. He seems fine to you. There's nothing unusual about him, other than the fact that he's a bit too heavy.

You knew Mauga.

And with such.

You just don't know how to engage with him.

On a conversation? Yes. Your profession is your duty.

You don’t really get along with those who rely solely on themselves as an advantage, even though you respect their abilities.

The feeling is mutual. Every time someone gets hurt because of something beyond their control, you are there to help them.

Because that's your job as a medic.

You both have quite a difference in interests, though. You can't stand the fact that he’s so reckless, you can't understand why he doesn't think more carefully before he acts. As soon as he sees blood, it's always the most important thing.

Mauga stands tall, towering over his opponents with an impressive height of 7'5 ft tall. (My headcanon)

Mauga is a formidable opponent on the front lines thanks to his strong, muscular physique. His broad shoulders and thick neck gives off an air of strength and power, and his body is well-built, demonstrating his strength and capacity to deal severe damage to rivals.

Did I mention he has two hearts?

Unlike you, Mauga is a ruthless and cunning individual, driven by his own motivations. He never lets anyone interfere with his goals, whether or not they involve you. While he might act with reckless disregard sometimes, he is also able to calculate the best course of action.

Not anyone knows this. But you knew nontheless with Baptiste.

You may be underestimating him in some way, or you may have witnessed the genuine thing, up close and personal, but he always brags about his achievements without hesitation or shame. His fighting style turns wild and unpredictable when he fights. If Mauga doesn't want to win, he will take his time, before using ChaCha and Gunny, his chainguns, to grab the victory, and he won't give up until he achieves his objective.

He definitely is careless, isn't he?

"He's breathing just fine, Baptiste. I would say he is in perfect health, aside from the injuries, I can't detect any signs of any damage injuries either." You said as you stood up. Baptiste sighs relief. "I'll leave him to you doctor. Don't worry, I trust that you have everything under control." He says this to you while nodding in satisfaction.

This gesture of his is a way of gratitude towards the medic's work.

"I will be back later," he says as he leaves to make a round to prepare for battle.

While Baptiste was gone, you sat next to the downed mercenary soldier and begin to observe him. In the midst of his unconsciousness, he seems to be in a good state. There was no sign of discomfort or pain. His pulses are fast but steady, knowing that Mauga have two hearts, one that allowed him to replace his damaged, organic heart with a cybernetic one. That way, his heart will beat twice as fast. You can easily tell that Mauga is in his natural state.

Your eyes began to feel heavy after observing him for some time. You weren't sure if it's due to fatigue from watching him, or simply exhaustion from your duties as a medic.

Before you knew it, you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you find yourself staring back into the face of Maugaloa Malosi, whose lips formed into those flashing, same pasted smile as usual. “Ah, Doctor. How nice to see you again.”

You quickly wake up, sitting straight up on the chair. “M-Mauga!" You exclaimed, alarmed. "H-How is you- I mean are you feeling alright?”

He grinned at you. “I am feeling rather fine.” You let out a long, sigh of relief. However, you didn't anticipate that this would happen frequently. “I see..." You replied.

Silence takes over for a while. Mauga stared at you intensely before taking a step forward. “Your Y/N, correct? Baptiste little assistant. I've heard much about you, but never expect that I would get to get treated from you.”

You flinched slightly at his words 'assistant' and the word 'little', but you remained calm. “I'm glad that you feel better now. You should rest and recover. If you still need them..."

“I appreciate the concern,” he says as he reaches towards your shoulder. You instinctively raise your hands in preparation of blocking. This caught him off guard, causing him to pause in his movements, then booms laughing.

“My apologies, Teuila. I thought that you might have forgotten what I do here,” he said in that familiar, friendly tone.

“If I recall correctly, I haven't given you permission to touch me.” This comment caught him off guard as he chuckles deeply.

He stares at your hand for a while longer. You're beginning to become worried. After a brief silence, he reaches forward and lightly holds onto your wrist.

“That’s a very sensitive spot…” He whispers gently. Your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “And your pulse is fast. Is this normal?” he asks. “Yes,” you respond in a soft voice.

“Then why are you afraid? You know I'm not going to hurt you...” He grinned. His sharp teeth glinted menacingly in the dim light. "Surely you've already made a friend? You also gave him a lot of attention than you do with me. Or have you grown to dislike me?"

"...I... I beg your pardon-" your speech is interrupted by Baptiste with a tired expression.

"Hey... Sorry that I took so long. I went to gather supplies. Mission was a success." He sighed in relief as he approached you.

"Mauga, I'm glad your awake bud." Baptiste sighs in relief and smiles at Mauga. Mauga returned the gesture before looking back at you.

He still has that huge grin plastered across his features while his eyes darted towards yours. "You're crazy out there Mauga. Do you really think that you can defeat the enemies single handedly?" Baptiste says with a chuckle. “You know me Baptiste, I never do things without planning them out.” He grinned, revealing that row of dazzlingly white teeth. “I still don't understand how you've been knocked down so easily. It's hard to believe that you can be beaten like that.” Baptiste gives a half smirk, half frown.

You listen to their conversation, and you try to make sense of it. Mauga laughs at the situation, as if it's all so obvious. "C'mon, Baptiste, we have bigger problems than me right now. The mission is a success because we finally found the enemy camp. But it was a close call, and we needed your medical expertise to treat the wounded," Mauga explains to Baptiste while looking directly into his eyes with a sly smile. "I carried your massive ass in this camp with support of your weight alone. You ought to be pleased to have a subordinate with such skill." Baptiste smirks. He was referring to you. Mauga laughs at his friend's criticism, displaying his amusement at the circumstances.

"So yeah. It was pretty rough, but we managed to secure the objective! Isn't that great news?"

It's not really a surprise to you.

Mauga does tend to put himself in danger, especially when he's in an unfamiliar place.

This guy is completely reckless, which is why you can't believe that he managed to survive so many battles without falling apart or breaking down.

"Your a loose-canon, but I hope ended well..." you say calmly, hoping that you sound convincing enough.

"I can assure that I have the highest respect and admiration for your abilities as a medic. I would never doubt your skills, even if I hadn't personally experience how skilled you are in dealing with wounds." Mauga comments, he sounds sincere as ever.

Baptiste grins again. "That's a big ego of yours, my friend. You should consider giving a few compliments to the people who did more than you."

"I would love to, my friend, but there's nothing wrong with being modest about our accomplishments."

"Alright," Baptiste said, sounding annoyed.

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After several hours, days, months of treating your patients at base. You cannot help but wonder seeing Mauga quite often, whether that is purely because of duty or something else. Although it is difficult to tell what he's thinking, there are moments where you notice the way that he is constantly staring at you. Like he's trying to figure out something about you:

studying your appearance, facial expressions, mannerisms. Sometimes he gets lost in his thoughts, sometimes he appears to be lost in his own world, occasionally, you could catch him smirking knowingly, or even smiling to himself. These small gestures usually only occur during times when it's with you with him. Sometimes, the man is just too cheerful, or too energetic in general.

You could hardly handle the stress of handling all these patients in the infirmary on your own. You're starting to miss having Baptiste around to keep him occupied while you go through patients. You sighed loudly not until Mauga appears behind you

You found him with wounds on his chest and torso. You turn to look at him, "What happened?"

"Nothing serious..." He grins, showing his sharpened teeth.

"Just a minor injury, eh?" You raise an eyebrow at the mercenary, crossing your arms over your chest. Mauga simply shrugs as he sits on a table.

There was another period of silence between you two, and the atmosphere seemed to tense up considerably. This time, it's you who breaks the silence. "I'm sorry that you got injured. I don't know how I should react seeing someone else getting hurt so casually. You could have died out there. And that's not the worst thing that can happen," you said sarcastically and sternly.

He chuckles. "Oh really? Tell me more." He leans closer to your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. "Ah. So that's how it is."

You glare at him angrily, but he ignores you as you continue working. "Are you seriously going to mock me for worrying about you?"

"Not at all," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm. "But there is one thing that concerns me."

"What? You're going to insult me too, aren't you?" Mauga laughs while Y/N tends his injury.

The felt of your touch sends shivers throughout his entire body. He tries hard to suppress the sudden urge to grab her hand and hold on tightly. It's becoming harder to control these urges though. He shakes his head rapidly as he pulls away from you. He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I'm not mocking you, you know?"

Your gaze flicks briefly to his. "Hm."

There was a short silence between you two, until you began to clean a cut on one of his legs. You noticed his gaze follow every movement of your fingers. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'd prefer that you didn't ask questions so frequently, Teuila."

"Teuila?" You face him. "You know, I never asked you of this... But why do you call me that?" He lets out a deep chuckle and replies. "Because you look like Teuila. It fits well, doesn't it?" He flashes you a warm smile before turning his head away again.

You shrugged of his answer, continuing your work without saying anything further, although you were extremely curious. "Teuila... What does that word mean?" There's a brief moment of silence in between the two of you once you finished cleaning up the blood staining his leg. A faint smile plays across his lips again. "I thought you were better than that."

"And you think that you're better than me?"

"Yeah," he replies smugly.

"Then... You've obviously underestimated me, don't you?" You give him a challenging smirk. He returns the smile with a smirk of his own, but he then turns serious again. His eyes narrow. "Let me enlighten you. That name means 'flower'. Do you understand what kind of flower it means?"

You gave him a blank stare. He continues to smirk, waiting for you to understand his meaning. Eventually, you sigh, putting your hands on your hips. "Do I look like I care to know?" You scoff, rolling your eyes lightly.

Mauga laughs. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter what you think of it..."

There was silence between you two for a few seconds, and you looked away with furrowed brows.

You finish patching up the mercenary, placing some bandages around him and securing them securely. "Now that I finished helping you, you're dismissed." You professionaly said after you made sure that everything was covered properly. Mauga laughs at this. "Really? Now? Just like that?" He asks mockingly.

"Yes Mauga, I don't have any other duties besides tending to your wounds. I've been doing that for quite some time now," you responded coldly.

Mauga raises an eyebrow at this. "You know, if you start beginning to care about those wounds, you might find yourself losing them. If you want me to leave your clinic quickly, then you'll have to earn my trust first, which requires some work."

You sigh heavily. Of course Mauga will insist on making things difficult for you. "I am no doctor Mauga, I cannot cure your injuries." You sarcasticly said.

"Oh I know that. But you're still willing to take the risk." He chuckled.

"You wouldn't had to waste precious time coming here in order to talk shit."

Mauga laughs at you again, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. "I wouldn't waste too much time coming here either, but I also wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much because you'll be gone by then," he says confidently. "Besides, you're not exactly known for your patience." You roll your eyes, turning back to the table in front of you.

"You know I've always wondered what it feels like to be your patient," Mauga mused. "To be the one receiving the attention of the most skilled medic in your battalion."

"You must be joking," you replied, you know what he meant, not wanting to think that you would ever become his patient.

"No. You know me... " He grins. You groaned. "Don't' make such assumptions, we don't know each other all that well yet."

"Yet..."

You glared at him as he laughed. "Whatever. It seems like there's no stopping you, is there? We haven't even officially met yet, and already you're acting as if you have a good relationship with me." You sighed exasperatedly, massaging the area of your forehead in irritation.

"Listen, Mauga. My job is simple, I care for my patients and treat them well. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'm different," he said cockily.

"How? Are you not afraid of dying?"

"No... No I'm not... I've done so much more reckless things than death." His expression suddenly shifted to an emotionless one. For a moment, it felt almost as if he wasn't looking at you anymore. Then he chuckled softly, giving you a playful wink. "But I'm no saint."

"It must be hard to admit being human." You shook your head slightly.

"Sometimes." His grin returned to his features.

You couldn't help but stare directly into his eyes for a little longer, taking in how dark they actually are.

Mauga shows a huge plastered face. His still wearing his dumb smile.

You blinked at him.

He blinked back.

You rolled your eyes. "Stop smiling so much." He continued to laugh, as you turned away from him again. Mauga stood up and stretched lazily, "I have something to attend to, I'll be seeing you later," Mauga teasingly said as he made his way towards the door. He opens it, but he glances back.

A small smirk forms on his lips.

You watch him disappear outside the door, closing it behind him with a click. Once the door closes you let out a heavy sigh, resting your back against the wall behind you. Your heart is racing a mile, a minute, both at the prospect of having finally been alone with Mauga again, and the strange feeling within you after you spent several hours alone with him.

This feeling...

It's definitely not normal.

End of part 1

Part 2- ???

#mauga #maugaloa malosi #mauga overwatch #overwatch mauga #overwatch #mauga x reader #ow mauga #mauga ho'okano #overwatch x reader

[yandere-wishes]

Okay so not an ask more of a Headcanon based on observation and the character he is based on, but I see Honest Fellow as someone who would both idolize/emulate and resent the rich. By his design his clothes, while they pay homage to Honest John with the patchwork pantleg and the misding pinky tip on his one glove seem very well-kempt, on top of that his hat and cane are practically emaculate that cane alone couldn't have been cheap though I wouldn't put it passed the sly fox man to have either swindled someone out of it or stole it from them outright. Point is I'm getting wants to be a rich man but hates the rich people vibes.

All of that is set-up for my headcanon that if he ever had a S/O you can bet he would get them jewelry and expensive clothes. Basically just adorn them in finery he had acquired through whatever means (cough, likely stolen or purchased with dirty money, cough) and proudly have them stand by his side. The thought to use them as a pretty little lure to catch even bigger fish might cross his mind, but I doubt he'd ever use them like that. Personally, I feel like he'd be to possessive to do that even if his darling wanted to help like that, after all what if he let's them go off alone and someone tries to take advantage of his poor darling? He doesn't think they're weak or foolish per say but who could protect them better than him? I think he'd have a difficult time even leaving them alone with Gidelle (only 90 percent sure I got that right), of course he trusts Gidelle, well as much as he can truly trust anyone anyway, but he's the brains of the outfit and unless he's personally by his darlings side he won't ever be truly assured something won't go wrong.

Let's say that darling isn't quite so understanding or compliant, his possessive side would certainly get worse. He can't leave them alone for one second qhat if they try and sneak off. Perhaps to save his pride he'd be a bit delusional, they're just a sweet little naive skittish thing that doesn't know any better, possibly they've never known a love as deep and unshakable as his, it's only natural there would be a learning curve for them and who better than he to teach them? I highly doubt he'd ever use physical punishments on his darling, probably doesnt like punishing them as he thinks they are just still learning, but that doesn't mean he won't find other ways to punish them if necessary. I do think if they actively tried to run he wouldn't waste a minute getting something along the lines of a necklace with a chain, something fashionable but functional as a reminder while they're learning, if that reminder isn't enough though he might go for a bejeweled pet collar and leash. If all else fails isolation in a secure location with him as their only source of human, or well beastman, contact would certainly allow them to see how much they needed each other. Whatever he has to do to make them understand it'll all be worth it later once they're settled and he can spoil them like they deserve.

TLDR: Honest Fellow would love to lavish his S/O in (possibly ill-gotten) finery and would actively and proudly show them off on his arm. Everyone can look and admire, but only he is allowed to touch.

This has got to be the most effort anyone has ever put into something they sent in my ask box!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay so right off the bat let me say that YES!! This is canon I don't care what anyone says.

I can see him as "wanting what they have" but "not wanting to be them". Essentially he wants the ability to give his darling the best of everything. Yet still ultimately preserving his own "personality". Like you said Fellow hates the rich. They're insufferable, self-absorbed and loathsome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the glitz and glammer.

Now I can kinda see Fellow only really interacting with his darling at first to use her as bait. Winning her over with expensive gifts and pretty cloths (all from dirty money ofc) and sure darling does start to fall for his tricks. But here's the thing, the moment his darling begins to show the tinest interest in him Fellow FALLS HARDER!! All of a sudden he doesn't want ANYONE near his darling! Just him only him. Sooner or later his darling will start to feel suffocated, she'll be desperate to get away from him. Forsaking the pretty presents and charming "boyfriend" for just a moment of freedom. But Fellow's a sly fox, always one step ahead. He knows how to ensnare his darling before she's even run away.

Overall Fellow will lavish you, treat you like a queen, getting you anything you desire (through underhanded means) but you'll never be allowed to leave him. Forever trapped by his side on the island of pleasure…

Quick question is Fellow meant to be the same age as the third years or is he older??

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[merakiui]

Imagine yandere!Dottore forcing darling into a marriage?

Okay, but I raise you this: Dottore who forces you to marry him because you’re sick and he promises to cure you. All you have to do is promise to be his for all of eternity.

It’s difficult to pinpoint when and how this illness began, but if you dig through the folds of your brain you think it was shortly after you befriended the eccentric Il Dottore. Having connections to someone wealthy, no matter how nefarious he may be, is a blessing for you and your family, who are in desperate need of Mora. Your relationship evolves rather quickly and it isn’t long before you start to feel your strength and peace of mind ebb away. Months into a friendship that has soon turned intimate for mutual benefits, you collapse when he proposes and you’re certain you would have declined right away had your mind and body not been so muddled with a horrible fever.

That’s when the sickness becomes prevalent, no longer something you can chalk up to a lack of sleep or a poor diet. Dottore runs a few tests to find the source of this issue after he’s helped you to your feet and has brought you to lie down inside, and you could only remain still in his bed while awaiting a diagnosis. He hums to himself as he observes his notes and scribbles something down in a report, and you fear for the worst as you watch his expression, searching for any notable signs of distress. After what feels like hours of staring and waiting, he finally glances at you and explains the dilemma. In short, you’re sick. Very sick, actually, and your illness is quite rare. So rare that medicines are expensive and hard to come by. He may be a scientist who knows the human body like the back of his own hand, but he can’t guarantee he can create a reliable cure. There’s still the fact that it needs to be tested and deemed safe for consumption, he needs to gather resources and materials—there’s an entire grocery list of things he must see to so that you remain in stable condition.

But with his connections and wealth, he could easily procure the medication you’re in need of. You try to tell him that you’ll find a way out of this, but Dottore holds a finger up to halt your babbling. Smiling covertly as he lowers to one knee and retrieves an elegant ring from the depths of his lab coat, he slides it onto your finger. It’s a silent deal, one you realize with mounting dread. Marry him and he’ll cure all that ails you, including your illness.

Only there is no illness. There never was, as you come to learn many months later. With a wedding ceremony on the horizon and an obsessively devoted fiancé who’ll do anything to keep you by his side—even if it means deliberately poisoning you to keep you completely at his mercy—you realize you may be in for far more than you initially thought when you befriended him. Dottore hardly cares about your family’s financial well-being, but you do and you stress that they must be helped. If it’ll get you to stop whining so much, he supposes he can lend a generous sum. Money doesn’t solve everything, though.

You must remember that, as fragile as you grow and as close as the wedding draws, Dottore is the only one with the antidote. If you wish to live a long, prosperous life, you’d better rely on him. Otherwise he might force death upon you in his crooked studies of life and its inevitable pitfalls. Or, if you’re anything like him and wish to test the natural laws of mortality, there are other ways to live healthily and without worry. He’ll just need to look into when you were healthiest at certain segments of your life…

It’s your choice. No one likes being sick, after all.

#genshin chit chat #yandere dottore #this idea has been stuck in my head for a while now #so i wanted to write it for this ask :D

[sunnpii]

HI GUYS‼️‼️ minecraft ddlc au won the poll sooo yuri in minecraft ddlc au!!1!1!

i dont like this drawing veyr much but it gets her design down anyway SHES AN ENDERMAN!!!! cuz. duh. theyre tall shy and purple

lore under here☟☟

first general enderman lore!! sorry if any of this conflicts with canon minecraft lore, if there IS any actual minecraft lore i do Not know of it

1. endermen are highly intelligent creatures, but not much is known much about them at all by other mobs because theyre mostly solitary and almost never talk (even though they can). theyre barely even social with their own kind, much less other mobs. it certainly isnt helped by the fact that they feel threatened when theyre looked in the eyes, and will almost always accept it as a challenge to fight even when the person who looked them in the eyes had no ill intent.

2. endermen are the only mobs that have a language specific to their species, as all the other languages (humanoid, monster and piggish) are spoken by multiple species of mobs (humanoid with villagers pillagers illagers and witches, monster with overworld monsters like zombies and skeletons and such, and piggish by certain nether mobs but mainly piglins and zombified piglins and stuff). endermen can learn other languages too, but due to their widely solitary nature they usually dont because they simply dont have a need to talk to other mobs.

3. endermen can pick up any block in this au for pretty much no reason other than i think they cant pick up chests normally and i wanted yuri to carry a chest around

4. they can have hair on their heads and tails and its purple and sparkly and stuff‼️‼️yaay

5. their ender pearls are liek inside their bodies basically in the same place their heart would be, and the ender pearls are their source of magic and its how they can teleport yayy!!!! the magic is why they have particles floating off of them and stuff

now YURI!!!!!!!

1. yuri is an ADVENTURER!!!!! woah!!!!!! that may seem off brand for her but she loves exploring and learning about all this world has to offer, especially in the pursuit of knowledge about the enchanted books (see 4)

2. she is one of the few endermen that have learned other languages (she knows enderman, humanoid and monster)!!! she mostly did it because she just loves learning stuff in general but it turned out to come in handy a lot!!

3. she doesnt attack. like ever. she just gets too nervous. if u look her in the eye she just runs away. she runs away from most threats shes never actually killed another mob before

4. her main goal is collecting and attempting to decode enchanted books!!! most mobs dont care because they still know what the books do even if they dont know what they actually SAY, but yuri is super curious about them. her chest is filled with the books shes collected so far!!

5. she has a TOTEM OF UNDYING!!!! holy shat!!!!!! the story of how she got it isnt too crazy there was just a huge fight at a woodland mansion one day and a totem of undying was dropped and she just. snatched it. and now it holds her little cape together!!! shes actually not sure what it does yet so her side objective is to find out what the deal is with it, she just snatched it cuz she thought it was cool

6. though still VERY shy, she is a lot more social compared to other endermen, as she tends to encounter a lot of different mobs on her travels that she ends up needing to talk to (especially villagers to see if they have any enchanted books theyre willing to trade). still, she is having a Very hard time perfecting the art of social interaction,,

umm yah thats it for now!!! ill ptobably talk about all the characters Together when all their Seperate posts are done and stuf

#ddlc #doki doki literature club #minecraft #ddlc yuri #yuri ddlc #doki doki yuri #ddlc au #minecraft ddlc au

[infraaa]

Hey! I read your snowy drive story and i find it very interesting and my heart thumped when he started speaking French so I can't help but wonder...

Can we get some general affogato dating hcs? I just adore how you write him! I know you have general smut hcs for him but I thirst for cute, wholesomeness lol!

『I’m glad you enjoyed SNOWY DRIVE. Of course I do believe some softness is good from time to time as well, to to make this extra special, I decided to make these post SNOWY DRIVE related. 🥰』

affogato cookie — general dating hcs (gn!reader)

・・・post/after snowy drive! please check that out here!

tw // this mostly refers to the events of snowy drive ii. (If you’re unfamiliar,) implied bodily harm, violence, mental illness episodes, flashbacks

After the events that had happened between you two, he was drawn closer to you as a result. He would do anything to protect you and your smile and your happiness.

Oftentimes when you two weren’t busy, you both would meet behind the tower and take a brief moment to catch up. Sometimes however, he worries and stresses about whether or not you spoke to RV/Licorice. This is early on though, this will slowly dissipate.

He basically has to find out how to get himself comfortable again. You’re the main solution to that.

At night, sneaking out of the tower would become you favorite past time with him. Sneaking out at night, especially if the sky was clear and full of sparkly stars, you two would go out and roam and talk… overall just enjoying each other’s company. The overblot drained him a lot though, so he now becomes tired very easily.

Likes to lay on your shoulder when you two stargaze. He finds comfort in your body heat.

Affogato was never really into sharing— his food, his stuff, you… after what happened between you and Red Velvet, he became very territorial of you. He gets paranoid when you talk to Licorice. He gets a little overzealous and or overprotective when you talk to Red Velvet. And it’s not just restricted to them now, it’s literally any other random.

Early on he often had night terrors and flashbacks of the overblot. He would hold you tight in a death grip trying to go to sleep at night, while you pet his head and kissed his crown. He realized he’s terrified of losing you not just to another person, but to himself.

Speaking of, he loves cuddles now more than he did before.

Which goes into my next point, movie nights. You and Affo would get cozy and binge watch a series or a movie, in the dead of night. His favorite movie is Dirty Dancing, he’s seen that movie a million times. He likes to hold you during these times, treating you as though you were made of glass. His touches against your skin are almost feather light, yet sweet and warm.

And speaking of Dirty Dancing, remember the stargazing from earlier?

He’d take you out, and teach you some of the choreography from that movie. (Yes. He’s memorized that. All of it.)

And as well as later on, he may teach you some French. He’s fluent in French and Italian. So he would often write you little letters in these languages and put them in your desk. Sometimes, he’d wrote translations for them, other times, he would t just to get your reaction.

His love languages are physical touch and acts of service.

He loves to help you, as he believes it builds a mutual sense of trust. You’re the only person he couldn’t lie to, even if he tried. No matter how small the task, he’s there for you. Even if you can’t reach something. He’d laugh and ruffle your hair and tease you for your height before getting that thing you couldn’t get.

Every time winter comes, he gets into his feels. Seeing the fresh snow fall… winter is his season, but he feels oddly antagonistic now. He’s around you more as a source of comfort through the winter months.

He has a scar now right in the center of his chest. It kinda looks like a sparkle. He gets out of the shower and sees it in the mirror, and it results in having several mirrors getting replaced. He’s broken a lot of them.

If you ask, he’ll gladly allow you to spend time with Latte and Espresso outside of work. That’s his family, and to him t has also your family. Family get togethers are special to the coffee cookies as they’re so tight knit with each other. Latte would bring tea and tirimisu, coffee cakes, other layered cakes… and have a little picnic. That is, if espresso doesn’t bitch about work and tries to pull himself out of the get together. He goes anyway.

Subtle things you do for him warm his heart up.

Talk to him. Be there when he needs you. Be attentive.

“You have your mother’s eyes.”

He’s look at your with his eyes blown, those off white irises with dark brown pupils slim— feline in nature. He then slowly exhales and smiles warmly.

He’s taken aback to compliments like that and secretly melts under them, that and praise, which he rarely got as a kid. He’s hypersensitive to praise and will automatically turn to mush if you praise him.

Loves to cook with you as well. He’ll teach you some of the recipes that he had learned as a kid and pass them onto you. That way, you’ll be able to pass them on if you and Affogato decide to start a family.

He’s very keen on that idea too. The events that had passed made him realize that you’re the one for him. He’ll stop at no one or anything to ensure that he gets your hand, when the opportunity comes.

The events that had passed allowed him many self discoveries, trials, and errors. And you’re by far, his greatest accomplishment.

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run #x reader #crk affogato #affogato cookie #crk headcanons #SNOWY DRIVE

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niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh 😭 and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

[ereemos]

my not-so-comprehensive list (very personal 3am opinion) on books about how to deal with someone with bpd (i’m sure this is applicable to other conditions)

it’s very difficult to deal with a mentally ill oved one, and no matter how much suffering they’re in, the pain it causes those around them is not to be discounted.

this pain can stem from not understanding certain behaviours, fear for their loved one’s wellbeing, seeing someone act violently towards others or themselves, powerlessness, etc.

i whole heartedly believe that these people deserve support too, and that their experience is valid and important to verbalise.

either way, sometimes this can be taken to the extreme, where the person suffering for their loved one starts feeling like “the real victim” and this creates extra stigma, this post being about bpd, an already incredibly stigmatised disorder (both in and out of the medical community).

how do i support my loved one with bpd, or find resources to help myself get through this situation, or understand my loved one better, without falling for evil-bpd-manipulator-woman-propaganda?

look no further! i’ve read enough bpd self help book for loved ones, to be able to tell you what to look out for. i’m sure there’s good ones out there, haven’t seen a single one though ! hah! (only because my mum buys them btw, i promise they exist)

WHAT TO LOOK OUT FOR … in a shitty book

- “most cases of bpd are caused by childhood trauma, but not your child, you are a good parent” books that use this sort of language seem more like they’re trying to reassure someone who is, most likely, a contributing factor to their child’s bpd

when the book is more about self help than it is about therapy… any book framed as self help, i’d stray from. you are not qualified to talk about bpd in this setting.

when the actual victim seems to be treated as an abuser, or written about like an annoying ex who won’t stop texting you, miiight be a sign someone doesn’t care about how people are treated, just wants to make their readers like they need a cuddle.

when they start talking about wanting to expand bpd criteria and diagnosing bpd in minors - why are you talking about this in a self help book - you’re spreading medical misinformation by mixing official diagnostic criteria with your own personal (BIASED) theories, seems like every patient you don’t like has bpd…

w hen the main “how to help a bpd sufferer” is just “give up on trying to help them, they’ll never amount to anything, think about yourself” HUH

too much personal judgement . you’re writing about a disorder .

look at the authors bibliography! are they self help authors who have written nothing other than “how to leave your ex boyfriend behind” “how to be happy in 10 steps” or maybe actual doctors whose mainstream published works include “how my bpd wife ruined my life” “the real victims of bpd” etc???

personal pet peeve, but people talk about bpd patients as only being women. rubs me the wrong way, especially, with the bod/hysteria parallels.

emphasis on either fixing the patient or cutting ties with them/ letting them live an unfulfilling life “because that’s just how they are”

(tl;dr keep away from self help books, as a society we have moved past the need of self help book-capitalism--self-affirming-pseudo therapy)

RESOURCES TO HELP YOURSELF OR A LOVED ONE WITH BPD

DBT !!! there’s so many free resources out there, exercises, pdfs etc, its really worth looking into!

research BPD on your own, looking at multiple sources, both medical and personal experiences, and remember that if you’ve been abused by someone with a cluster b personality disorder, that doesn’t make everyone with the same illness a monster

readings that emphasise on how to deal with situations (still, DBT is useful for this), how to de-escalate a meltdown by behaving empathetically, protecting your peace and your loved one’s, rather than trying to “fix” them.

it is important to hold people accountable for their actions: people with bpd are people, not just victims. Having tough conversations w sufferers can be hard. consider contacting an actual therapist, when things are too much to handle.

there is no shame in going no contact if the person is genuinely abusive, or dealing w them is beyond your abilities. you are not their psychiatrist.

keep in mind that psychology and psychiatry and constantly evolving, and what is a diagnosis today may be laughable in 10 years time ! (just look at the history of bpd)

this post was specifically written for my mother but i just had to put it out there i hate self help books i hate them it’s so much worse than telling me “have you tried yoga?” because yoga actually helps, unlike self help books, which are making psychology and mental illness a big soup of buzzwords to pick out and capitalise on! hmm what will it be today? narcissistic abuse? how to handle your autistic child? soooo sick and tired . stop making money off of me. give me money if you want but stop exploiting disordered individuals.

thanks for reading, sorry for the long post/ramble, it’s 3am

#rant #self help cult #bpd #self help #self help books #borderline personality disorder #cluster b #dbt #bpd vent #anti self help #actually bpd

[kradogsrats]

Hello ! You seem very knowledgeable about the practical side of life in the middle-ages and I love reading your takes on the TDP world-building... So, I am researching for the purpose of a fanfiction about Soren's illness and I intend Lissa to be a doctor. Could you tell me a little bit about what could the treatments for breathing diseases be in the TDP universe ?

HA okay so I don't think I actually know more about history than anyone else with an extremely casual interest, like I didn't study it in school except as adjacent to art history and I don't even read historical novels or fiction or anything? Though to be fair my mother-in-law is a legit academic medievalist publishing books about individual English manuscripts so maybe I just don't have a good calibration of "casual interest in history." Anyway, I don't have an answer off the top of my head, but that means I can walk you through my general research process!

Step 1: Decide on some parameters. Is there a real-life illness that you are applying for Soren? Is it a bacterial or viral illness, or a chronic condition like asthma? Are there additional symptoms that will need to be addressed, like fever? Do some research on the illnesses you are considering, and both their modern accepted treatments and "natural" remedies. (Ignore anything based on essential oils.) For example, some home remedies for cough and shortness of breath are:

Tea: with ingredients like ginger, honey, etc. which are believed to reduce coughing. Caffeine is also a natural bronchodilator, and since coffee is not naturally occurring in the TDP setting, tea is a good hand-wave source for it.

Saltwater gargle: more of a sore throat thing, really? But it might help with loosening mucus.

Other herbs: particularly mint (menthol), thyme, camphor, and marshmallow root. These can be incorporated into teas, or you can explore other delivery systems like more concentrated syrups or tinctures, breathing steam from infused water, or ointments applied to the chest/back.

You can also look at historical treatments for these illnesses, but that's sometimes actually quite hard to find information on. I'll usually look at anything from ancient Egyptian to the antibiotics era. Problems I've run into include things like "asthma was not acknowledged as a medical condition, so the treatment was basically 'breathe better'" or "pneumonia was so awful before antibiotics that you basically just died."

Step 2: Decide on what you're willing to allow in terms of stretching the setting. TDP is... not very medieval at all, actually? So I generally am willing to consider stuff that didn't develop until well into the 1800s. This can get particularly awkward with medical stuff, simply because we generally read any framework of medical understanding that predates the germ theory of disease and antiseptic sanitation as ignorant and primitive, and that makes having a medicine-oriented character come across as intelligent and informed is difficult. To that end, I generally just throw up my hands and say the TDP setting understands modern sanitation and germ theory.

The problem with that is that the germ theory of disease and corresponding antiseptic understanding required the invention of the microscope to be able to actually see bacteria. Prior to that, science understood contagion and various people theorized that disease was caused by some unseen particles or agent. (See the case of Ignaz Semmelweis and his discovery that washing your hands between touching cadavers and delivering babies reduced maternal mortality significantly, but was completely incorrect about why.) I would actually be willing to allow microscopes and the corresponding understanding of cells and bacteria into the TDP setting, I'd just describe them in a sufficiently old-timey and handcrafted way, but you may feel differently! (You can also just hand-wave it, of course... behave as if germ theory is common knowledge but never mention bacteria, etc. I mean, I guarantee that's what the writers would do if it came up.)

Generally my personal limits for something no longer feeling like it fits even the most advanced cutting edge of TDP science are things like petroleum products (the implications give me a headache), chemical electrolysis (eliminates a lot of synthesized chemicals), and penicillin-level antibiotics ("this cultivated natural remedy prevents infection when applied to a wound" is fine, but oral antibiotics for bacterial diseases are not). I don't take any of this into account when reading fic... it's just a helpful set of boundaries for consistency when I'm writing. (Also don't forget to check the actual source material: I somehow remembered the animal doctor using a stethoscope to examine the egg, but there's actually no stethoscopes anywhere in that scene or the later hospital ones. Which isn't at all to say you can't have them, but it would have been an interesting canon setting data point given that they weren't invented until the 1800s.)

Or, of course, you could ignore all of that and just go hard mode with Lissa struggling to balance Soren's humors via diet and bloodletting.

Step 3: Brainstorm how the more advanced elements you are allowing could be developed and transmitted. So taking the example of Lissa as a doctor (and oh my god what an idea, that's amazing): how and where was she trained (an apprenticeship, or are you going to include a university system)? What is the human medical community like (isolated individual clinics or some kind of guild network)? Where and how is research being done and how are practitioners informed of new discoveries or theories? (Is there a scientific journal-style circulation of pamphlets? Who verifies them? (That's a place where either a guild or a university would come in handy.) What is Lissa's level of interest in pushing the boundaries of medicine vs. delivering basic care, and how might Soren's illness change that?) A couple possibilities:

If Soren has an asthma-like condition that involves chronic inflammation, maybe she treats it with a form of Ephedra from the region between Neolandia and Duren. (I like trying to match biomes or environmental conditions when transferring real-world plants into TDP, but you don't have to.)

Maybe she hears of a mold that has been cultivated in Evenere that clears infections in wounds when properly prepared, and has to evaluate whether to attempt using it experimentally with Soren against the infection in his lungs.

TDP also has a whole secondary ecosystem of magical substances, which could be effective in various ways even without being used for dark magic spells. Plants from the Sun or Earth primal could have natural healing properties, and combined with ones from the Sky primal could particularly target respiratory symptoms. Basically, if you can't find a natural-ish treatment ingredient, make one up with a goofy name and say it's from Xadia. Maybe Viren goes to collect it himself at great personal risk.

Step 4: Consider magic! I assume part of what's behind making Lissa a doctor is exploring the relationship between magical and scientific medicine in intimate detail with her and Viren, which is amazing. How does the medical community (and/or Lissa personally) feel about magical healing? Is there animosity between practitioners of medicine and dark mages with healing spells, or collaborations that are stronger than either would be individually? Are there medical tools or equipment enhanced by magic (enchanted microscopes or stethoscopes)? Is there disagreement on whether magical Xadian ingredients are more effective than mundane ones for medicines? Does the medical community harbor feelings of resentful inferiority toward the powerful primal magic healing confined only to the elves, or pride in the completely non-magical accomplishments of human ingenuity? Is the overall future of humanity carried in the power of magic, or of science?

So those are overall the kind of things I consider and look up when doing worldbuilding for TDP fic. All the examples here are medical stuff since that's what was asked about, but it's basically the same for anything else from "I wish to intricately describe the fiber content and sources of this luxury clothing item and how it was made" to "I need to make it clear that this basement laboratory is equipped to deal with the possibility of small fires, because fantasy OSHA."

And here are a couple helpful links that I found while doing this:

Wikipedia - List of plants used in herbalism

Wikipedia - Herbal medicine (especially the section on preparations)

Wikipedia - Medicinal plants

Wikipedia - Timeline of medicine and medical technology

#oof no idea what to tag this as lmao #i'm not really in the habit of giving writing advice #anyway a couple of tdp fics that i dearly love have characters literally exclaim 'jesus christ' so there's that #kradogsfic

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.13 Kino [TRACK 4]

Original title: 優しくなりたい

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 13 Kino

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Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

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Track 4: I Want to Become Kind

*Rustle*

*Snap*

You open your eyes.

“...Ah. You woke up…? You were sound asleep. You can still get some more rest if you’d like.”

You ask Kino if he took a picture of you just now.

“Hm…? Ahー You heard it? While watching you, I couldn’t help but snap a quick photo ーー of your sleeping expression.

You protest.

“It’s fine, really! It was cute, trust me.”

You puff out your cheeks.

“You really don’t like it, huh? I think it’s a nice picture though. I mean, take the way your hair is tousled, for example…”

*Rustle*

“It's a little late to try and fix it now, don’t you think? I’ve already taken plenty of pictures~”

You hide your face in embarrassment.

“Hey…Move your hands? Nothing wrong with the faces you make in your sleep, but I love seeing you get all flustered too, so show it to me.”

You shake your head.

“Such a stubborn girl…If you won’t move them aside.”

*Snap snap*

“I’ll only take even more pictures~!”

You beg him to stop.

“Haha…~! If you want me to stop…Come on, look at me.”

You reluctantly look at him.

“Good morning.”

*Rustle*

“Fufu~ Your face is bright red. You really are so cute. …Hey, I bet you’re thirsty after all of that, huh? Want me to fetch you a glass of water? ー Ah. Or are you hungry instead?”

You seem hesitant.

“No need to be modest. Tell me if there’s anything you’d like.”

You look at him in amazement.

“Why do you look so puzzled?”

You explain.

“Heeh…In other words, are you trying to say that I’m rarely ever kind?”

You nod.

“Fufu. Well, aren’t you an honest one? …It’s fine. I do realize that I’m not acting like my usual self. …However, I thought things over again, you see. While recalling what you told me, I came to the realization that trying to control others through sheer power alone will eventually lead to hostility. Even if I can get away with it right now, one day…I will for sure find myself all alone. And I experienced first-hand just how painful that is. I regret my decision and learnt from my mistakes. While part of me feared that it might be too late already, it seems like I snapped back to my senses just on time. You were still here after all. …I no longer want to repeat those same mistakes. I felt a strong desire to never lose you again. And I also realized that to accomplish this…I would probably have to change. I realized that you were right all along, so from here on out, I’ll do exactly as you taught me. For example…”

*Smooch*

“...Like this. I’ll be kind.”

You grow flustered.

“Fufu…Aren’t you the one who taught me kindness? So why are you shaken up? That being said, you can’t change a person overnight, so I might just want to bully you still from time to time~ You’re so incredibly adorable whenever you panic or get flustered as well after all.”

*Rustle*

“...Hm? Hey…Doesn’t your body feel oddly…cold? …Actually, I thought the same thing while watching you sleep. It’s difficult to tell now that they’re flushed, but your complexion seemed more pale than it used to be. Are you…feeling under the weather, perhaps? Speaking of which…You nearly fainted once back before I left, didn’t you? Don’t tell me…You’ve been in bad shape since then!?”

You try and convince him that you’ll be fine. 

“It’s nothing serious? So you actually have been feeling ill? I guess the air here just isn’t doing a human any favors. Even within the Demon World, it has a bad reputation. I mean, it makes sense but…I left you behind in such an environment, didn’t I…? ーー That’s it.”

Kino gets up.

“Let’s head back to the human world at once.”

You seem surprised.

“If the bad air at Rotigenberg is the cause of all of this, then that’s the best solution, no? By staying here, your symptoms will only get worse. It’s not like I have much reason to remain here anyway. Now that the Ghouls have left me, there’s no point in trying to gain control over the Demon World. …You’re all I need. I do realize that’s a pretty cliched thing to say, but I genuinely feel that way. 

…Come on. Go get ready. Let’s leave as soon as we can. Meanwhile I’ll do a quick clean-up of the house. I don’t exactly have any belongings to take with me, but I guess this place was my home still. I’ll be over in the other room, so call me if you need something.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle* 

*Ba-dump*

You suddenly collapse. 

*Thud* 

Kino quickly makes his way to the room, opening the door in a state of panic.

“Hey! What was that loud noise just noーー …!!”

He rushes to your side.

*Rustle*

“What’s wrong…?”

You try to brush it off.

“How can you claim it’s nothing after making such a big fall…? You’re gasping for air as well. Are you having a hard time breathing? Also your hand…They feel even colder than before. Don’t tell me…Is your condition actually much worse than I thought? ーー Forget about packing your things! We can’t stay here a second longer!”

( Her shallow breaths as she desperately gasped for air…Sheer white skin which had lost all of its life…I could tell that her body was visibly losing its strength. Which is when I finally realized that something was eating away at her. Despite her current condition, she decided to remain here regardless. All to keep the promise we made. 

She waited here for me. All alone, in this pitch dark house. When I pictured how much she must have suffered, I was once again reminded of my own selfishness. Noーー I will have plenty of time to blame myself later. For now, I just have to… )

Kino lifts you into his arms. 

*Rustle* 

“...Ugh.”

*Rustle rustle* 

“Don’t worry…I’ll carry you. I know it probably isn’t easy but try and hold on tight, okay?”

( For now, I had to take her somewhere so she wouldn't suffer, so I bolted out of the house. ーーHowever… )

Kino opens the door. 

“...Eh?”

( When I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise. Standing right in front of me, where the Ghouls whom I assumed had long left. However, I did not make any optimistic assumptions such as believing they had returned to my side. Not only was I worried about the girl in my arms, but their eyes as they glared me down were filled with nothing but hatred. )

“...Why are you guys here?”

( As I had trouble grasping the situation, one of the Ghouls spoke up: ‘After once attempting to cut ties and leaving this place, we were met with the harsh reality that we have nowhere to go in this vast Demon World. In the end, these Rotten Lands are our only home’, he said. ‘However, we can never be happy here at Rotigenberg, our only home. Not with this dictator under the name of ‘Kino’ is running around. Therefore, all of us decided that we would kill you,’ he continued. )

“You’ll…kill me?”

( The Ghouls nodded in unison. ‘You are the root of all our sufferings!’ they said, then all of them faced me at once. Their strong killing intent was made clear through the weapons in their hands as well. )

“...I understand why you’d feel that way. Honestly, I even understand now why you’d want to do that. I’ve definitely done things which would make you guys hate me to the point of wanting to kill me. …But right now…! She’s…My precious girl is in trouble…! I promise that I will come back here once I’ve brought her to safety. Then I will bow my head to you as many times as I need to. And if that is not enough, I will even burden my punishment. You can do with me as you please! So please…Just for now…Have some mercy. Let me pass!”

( ‘You’re lying!’ they shouted at me. ‘We know you’ll only run away! We know just how much of a cunning, selfish liar you are! Nobody will still listen to you!’ ) 

The Ghouls approach him.

( The Ghouls slowly but steadily began to surround me. )

“I’m not lying! I’m begging you…! Listen toーー”

*THUD*

“Kuh…!”

*Rustle*

*Thud*

“…Gah! Cut it out! She has nothing to do with this!”

*THUD*

“…Ugh!! Argh…”

*THUD THUD THUD*

“I promise that…I will atone for all of my sins after I’ve saved her…but for now…Please just let me…!”

*THUD THUD*

“I’m begging you…Let me go…!”

*THUD THUD THUD*

(ーー This is your punishment, they said. That it could in no way, shape or form compare to the pain and suffering they were put through, they added. Punishment. Exactly. I never once cared about someone else’s pain, suffering, or cries. Because I figured they would one day leave me anyway. In that case, I saw no reason to ever treat them with care and respect. Therefore, I could easily harm them without batting a single eye. 

However, that was not the case for everyone. One person never left me. She’s a bit of a doofus at times, but with a heart of gold. I realized that I had to treasure her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. However, through a cruel twist of fate, she now has to suffer because of the mistakes I made. If this is my punishment, then the crime I have committed must be so severe, they will never be forgiven. )

*Cling*

*SLASH*

“Ugh…Aaaah…!!”

*Drip drip*

“Aah…I’m…begging…you…Let me go…Please…She’s my…Ugh…”

*THUD THUD THUD*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kino #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[lockedtowers]

Living Arrangements

and again anything mentioning other characters unless you want it to apply to urs will only be applying to my npc versions i am not forcing anything on you

obviously, once cassie escapes the hearts the first time, she doesn’t really have a place so to say. the jabberwock takes her to a very beaten down cabin at the cusp of Forest of Wabe and the Tulgey Wood, theres holes in the wall, the roof is rotting away, but it’s still shelter. and honestly that’s pretty much where she lives.

technically, when miseris told dodo about her escape, meaning dodo is more aware of who she is than she is (miseris has more information due to him having a relationship with their older half brother who told him, again theyre boys they dont inherit anything because they have cassie as a sister, so) and dodo sees that as an opportunity. but rather than trap her in the library (which was his first plan, but it was made adamantly aware to him by caterpillar thanks to jack that she wont help them if she feels trapped), dodo essentially told hatter to find her and take her in.

but even upon meeting hatter ( because dodo didnt know where she was, nobody really did, but the arrangement for doormouse to play her ‘relative’ for any who would ask had already been arranged for when she arrived) she wasnt just gonna go live with him, and honestly he probably didnt even actually ask like wtf was dodo thinking in the first place, people dont really know this girl, she might be ‘helpful to the resistance’ but theres no guarantee shes in any way shape or form gonna be decent to be around. it took awhile, but she did agree to work with hatter, and did agree to pretending to be a relative of doormouse, but she also didnt entitely understand why he would help her. her trusting him came pretty easily though because even though march made sure she forgot him to save his own skin, that familiarity due to their resemblance still pulled through, she had no problem trusting him between that ‘strange familiarity’ and just the fact he wanted to ‘help’ her.

but that didn’t translate to her living with him. she has stayed in the tea shoppe before in his office though, but for the most part she stayed in that debilitated cabin, even through weather events that she did not look good or healthy or anything afterwards of. the river in the forest is her bath and otherwise source of water, the forest provides the sustenance she needed and she didn’t know if she needed any better since, even though shes used to the absolute wreck that is what the queen gives her people, she’s never had to take care of herself to that degree before. even getting absolutely ill from something she didn’t really get that thats what caused it. he has seen her cabin though, its pitifulness definitely offended him but seeing as the jabberwock was only not eating him because cassie told him no, but everytime he made a face it looked ready to bite him, he kept his mouth shut. it kind of takes hatter teaching her how to care for herself for her to learn, but upon escaping wonderland altogether that habit of pretty shit self care does return.

in post wonderland verses where she meets others, she does not have any real living conditions. if theres a forest nearby shes probably staying in there. if theres abandoned housing she’d be hiding away inside as long as she can. she doesn’t have a home and really never did, that abandoned, debilitated, broken and rotted cabin was the closest to a home she ever knew outside of hatter, and that’s not an option anymore. none of it is. so she doesnt actually have anywhere, and cameras and the like are things shes aware of so she knows she cant just manipulate people at hotels for free housing, she doesnt know what a hostel is, and shes not technically a citizen anywhere, so while she can glamor people to get into places without an id or to get free food, she doesnt have much to go off outside of that.

#i tried to rewrite it but i can’t | canon #bbygirl does not know she can ask for help either

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 20a - Sleeping Arrangements

Nyx

After two hours of walking around carrying heavy objects barefoot, I found myself in excruciating pain. Despite enduring the discomfort, I didn't want to come across as weak. During my journey, I encountered several new faces, some of whom ignored me while others appeared to have ill intentions. One of these individuals intentionally tripped me, causing me to fall and injure my knee. Although I was puzzled by the senseless act, I didn't confront the bully, picked myself up and left without a hint of anger.

However, my respite was brief as another individual blocked my path, brandishing a knife and demanding any valuable possessions, like a gold tooth. I told him the only thing I had was the collar and I was happy to offer it. While others laughed at the exchange, I felt truly terrified once I had escaped after he 'nicely' allowed me to pass. I detest weapons and loathe seeing them being used, except for practice.

Fortunately, that was the only instance today when I had encountered a knife-wielding individual. I also noticed Ken staring at me from afar on several occasions and it was quite creepy. I occasionally saw Ace, which put me at ease. It seemed like he walked by to check on me instead of simply passing by. I smiled at him to signal that I was alright. I didn't want to cause him further concern. This is my situation to handle and I must rely on myself, as I always have. I assisted Baril and a few other pirates in serving meals.

Agenor was absent all day, which left me feeling a bit uneasy. I had to face numerous unfamiliar situations and pirates on my own. While I appreciated the challenge, I also felt a bit isolated and even intimidated. Fortunately, I did run into Maren. I served him lunch but he gave me a hostile glare, clearly upset about the 'favor deal' we'd made.

"Maren, I haven't seen you for a while," I said.

"Aye. Well, I'm up on the mast, free as a bird. I hate being cooped up down here," he replied.

I was surprised to find myself envious of his sense of freedom.

"Look, I'm truly sorry about the deal. I didn't know it would..."

"You snitched on me, mate. You told Agenor about our agreement. That was supposed to be confidential. You betrayed me," he interrupted.

He thought I told on him to his veneered captain.

"I'm grateful for you assistance, Maren. But if you feel like I've wronged you, I can return the pants to you."

"You should," he says firmly and I nod.

"Okay. I'll go change and you can go get the money."

"M-money?" Maren stammers.

"Yes, Agenor paid you for your help. If you don't feel like it was enough, you can give the money back and I'll return your pants."

I could see the horror on Maren's face at the thought of losing the payment. And the sudden change of attitude was almost amusing to watch.

"I'd never do that to you, Nyx," he said.

"I forgive you, even though you wronged me."

I couldn't help but nod and smile to myself at his childish behavior. As I spend the day exploring the hull, I couldn't believe how massive it was. I spend most of my time on the upper level, peering out at the sky through small windows and ladder openings. As I wrapped up work, the rest of the crew was already either drinking or asleep. Exhausted and parched, I searched for a source of clean water. Instead of using the communal buckets, I opted for the one in the water room. While sipping the refreshing liquid, I suddenly noticed Ace standing right next to me. His expressionless face looked slightly inebriated as he spoke...

"Nyx, the captain is calling for you."

Startled by his sudden appearance, I clumsily spilled water on my shirt. I stared at him, wondering why the captain needed me now and if I had made a mistake. Despite my fear, I composed myself and replied...

"I'll go see him right away. Thank you, Ace."

Without a word, Ace nodded and descended down a nearby ladder towards his sleeping quarters. I ascended to the deck and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air. Raising my gaze to the expansive open skies, I spotted Maren grinning at me from atop the mast, so I waved at him. Despite my aching feet, I ignored their protests and headed towards the captain's cabin. Upon reaching the door, I knocked and he invited me inside. He stood in my favorite spot, admiring the sky through the window, his bare torso on display as usual.

"Agenor, you summoned me?" I inquired.

He remained fixated on the window.

"You finished rather late. How was your first day on the Martina?"

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the lack of urgency in his voice.

"It was decent. I'm a bit exhausted, so I bid you good night."

As I pivoted to leave, he stopped me.

"Wait."

I looked back to find him staring at me intensely with a frown.

"Aren't you having dinner?" he queried, gesturing towards the table.

Was he waiting for me to dine with him?

"Thank you but I've already eaten. I must wake up early, so I shall retire for the night," I responded politely and turned towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Agenor's voice cut through the air and caused me to halt but keep close to the door.

"I told you, I'm going to sleep," I replied, trying to keep my tone calm.

"Where?" his voice rose with anger.

"In the hull, like everyone else."

I could see the surprise and anger in his eyes. He had expected me to come back to sleep next to him.

"I work for you now," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm grateful for the opportunity. Please let me do my work like the others."

"You think you're safe because you survived one day with those sea wolves?" Agenor scoffed.

I glared at him, feeling frustrated by his lack of faith in me.

"I can take care of myself. I've proved that I can survive in this place. I'm going to finish what I started."

I glanced over at the bed where my chain lay, a reminder of my past imprisonment. I shuddered at the thought of being restrained again.

"There's no reason for you to be angry," I said, meeting Agenor's gaze.

"I just want to get some sleep, like everyone else."

He clenched his jaw and glared at me for a few moments before finally speaking in an angry tone.

"Fine, Nyx. Sleep wherever you want."

I disliked upsetting him but I didn't understand why he was so angry. At least he could have his bed to himself again.

"Thank you," I replied calmly before stepping out.

As I left, I was startled by the sound of something hitting the cabin door from inside. He probably threw his large cup after me in frustration. I sighed but moved away quickly.

[m5ria]

Chapter 15: The Deal

I groan, from pain and the sight of him. I torturously stand up, feeling that I might fall any minute now, but I can't stand him looking down at me.

Still, I can't improve the situation too much, as he's more than one foot taller than me.

"Whatever you're about to say, I'm not interested," I tell him.

"Hahaha! I wouldn't be so sure, darling!" he smiles pleasantly. "Do not lose such an opportunity just for ill will!"

"I simply don't want to waste anyone's time," I smile politely. "I know my answer."

"You haven't heard what I can offer you!" he leans his head on one side.

"I don't have to," I say the words on the top of my lips.

He walks around me as if studying a sculpture. I feel as exposed under his eyes as I felt under Valentino's, but it's a different kind of surveying. A deeper one.

"There's so much potential for you!" he speaks in what is meant to be an alluring way. "So much raw power. Such determination. And above all, such empathy! So rare down here, that is more valuable than any coin!"

"I understand that the concept is foreign to you," I opine. "Something you can't comprehend might be taunting you, indeed."

"Oh, but I do not have to be empathic to know how it works," he appears in front of me. "It is quite predictable, dear. Take the burdens of someone else, even if they put you in danger. You'd do that for poor Angel who you've known for, what, a few days? I wonder ... What would you do for the other hotel's residents?"

"I can answer that in your case," I smile sweetly. "Nothing."

"Ah, but what about Charlie? You may not believe in her absurd cause, but you admire her. For being like you, especially down here. You wouldn't let her simply suffer and die."

"What do you want?" I grit my teeth with a smile. I've grown impatient with him telling me what I would do.

"You have power. You have ambition. But you lack skill. You stupidly fought two Overlords and barely escaped by sheer luck. But it won't be like this anymore. They won't underestimate you anymore. They'll finish what they started."

"You mean Valentino or yourself?" I ask him annoyed. "Is that why you're here? Kill me and savor your victory before him?"

"No no no, darling!" he chuckles pleasingly, his mic laughing as well. "I'm here to offer my help! For you to learn how to use your powers!"

I stare at him thunderstruck. For all I’ve witnessed and know about him, this would be the last thing he'd do. 

Wouldn’t it, though? Didn’t he offer his help to the hotel as well? 

He saw a potential source of entertainment in the hotel. Is that what he sees in me as well? Or is there something else? He didn’t become Overlord overnight only out of pure entertainment. He is cunning, meaning there can be other reasons why he’d offer help.

But I can’t see another one. Yet.

"Why?" I play along.

Wrong reply, as it only encouraged him. He makes his mic disappear, as he begins to stroll: "I'm sure you suspect what’s about to happen. After your ridiculing attempt to be a hero, Valentino will search for you, try to find you, and break you until you’ll beg for mercy. He’ll make you his slave, just like Angel Cakes was.” He smiles widely at some inside joke I don’t understand.

“No. I mean, why would you help? There’s nothing in it for you.”

“Other than watching you fight tirelessly Hell’s greatest evils?” he chuckles. “I assure you it’d be quite a gift for me! Ha ha ha!”

“No. If you’d want only that, you’d let me in the state that I am. Surely, failure from my side would be quite entertaining to watch as well.”

“Why, you’re such a clever demoness, Diana, dear!” Alastor ruffles my hair. I mean to bite his hand off, but he vanishes before I sink my fangs in it. He appears behind me and I turn around to see him summoning his staff, which plays some musical notes. He checks his claws while saying: “Yet, so naive at the same time! Hmm ...” he studies me for a mere second. “Let’s say your failure would be much sweeter if you’ve been given every chance. I’m sure you can understand,” he winks.

I sigh, facepalming frustrated. The pain in my entire body exhausts me beyond myself. I would lie down and fall asleep if it wasn’t for the dangerous intruder.

“I’m going to ask you again,” I hold his gaze. “Why would you help me? What will you get in return?”

The music grows louder as the Radio Demon passes his staff from one hand to the other.

“Well, well, darling … do not fret!

I’m dying to know where this quest ends!

Find the purpose of why you fell;

Such fun can hardly be found in hell!

I’m offering you a way to help

Keep your word when you promise yourself:”

He shows me a vision of me at the dinner three nights ago, furiously shouting: 

“I can just fine take care of myself!”

The vision pauses at me, my eyes pining with their ferocity. Behind the image, darkness pours and surrounds us, the blue forest disappearing completely. I turn around quickly and wince in pain, a reminder of my stab wound.

“Congratulations! You deserve a beer!

You’ve survived one hell of a year!

Hid in these woods like a scared wild deer…

Hehehe … oh, dear …”

Alastor has disappeared and the only thing I see is my figure. His voice, however, seems to come out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time: 

“It seems you’ve marked yourself, I’m afraid!

They’ll come for your powers; to invade,

Unimaginable things to be made,

Things you won’t be able to evade!

Proof of my words is your yesterday’s raid!

And, unlike in your past failed crusade,

No one will ever come to your aid!”

I stare into the darkness, unfazed, and say:

“Unimaginable things, you say?

Like making deals with me? No way!

Do you think I’m a stupid prey –

Thoughtless sinner who’d just obey?”

“No, no, dear, you’ve misunderstood me!

I believe a bright one I’ve called thee!

Knowledge of your powers is your key

And I’m here to answer your plea!

Imagine, with your wit and your glee,

No more reasons to disguise or flee …”

Around me appear different silhouettes of me, but they’re different from that frozen image he still keeps in the air. They’re … relaxed. Careless. Free.

“You wouldn’t have to hide anymore,

You’d be freer than ever before!

No more fear of entering a war …

No one to fall for!

No one to care for!

Live the (after)life you so adore!

Forget surviving, this is your ardour…”

Oh, no. 

The things he says … If I’m powerful enough, I can be free. For 11 years I’ve hidden from the only people I’ve ever known and lived on my own. And when I did find someone to share my life with, it was always in the sheer fear of being caught and dragging her with me. 

During all those late-night TV shows or Radio podcasts, I’ve always dreamed of being free. Free of worries, of fear, of responsibilities. But this is just it. A dream. A foolish dream.

What if I can make it real?

“In exchange, on a beautiful day,

I’d fancy your gratitude to display!

Simple, tiny favors, for you to pay

That I’m sure you’d find them a child’s play!”

The silhouettes emphasize his words by doing different small tasks. Their faces are happy, with no trace of exhaustion, pain, or insecurities.

They are not me.

But they can be!

With a little effort and Alastor’s help, I can make that true.

You’re in Hell. Nothing about those is true.

Isn’t it, though? Alastor is always happy. It seems nothing is bothering him. He’s always in control of his own (after)life. Don’t I want the same thing for myself?

Alastor is in control right now!

The darkness succumbs the same way it has spread. The blue forest reappears and Alastor stays in the same place he was. This time, his right hand is held forward, his gloved palm facing the sky.

“So, what do you say, dear?”

His colors change. A bright green light appears in his hand. I’ve never imagined there’s a more sinister color than red, but his green appearance …

“Is it a deal?”

I look at his black-gloved hand. His fingers look like a spider’s legs, trying to trap mine. My hand moves on instinct, ever so slightly reaching his. His hand promises me freedom, lack of fear, everything I’ve ever wished for. I glance at his face, which is daring, confident. Beautiful.

“No.”

I don’t realize I’ve spoken out loud until I see one of his eyebrows arched. I drop my hand and make it into a fist. I dug my claws in the palm, making my hand bleed.

“Oh?” he tilts his head like a curious child.

“I will find my own way,” I hold his gaze with much more confidence than I feel.

I watch him, expecting any negative reaction. A frown, a tsk, anything. But the only thing I notice that has changed in his posture is a long satisfied close mouth smile instead of a victory grin. It somehow unsettles me even more.

“Alright, dear!” he retreats his hand along with the greenish light. The pressure of the atmosphere seems to have dropped as well. 

I watch him dumbfounded, as he simply summons his mic and cleans a spot of his cloth. Before he takes his leave, he looks at me joyously and says: 

“Let me know if you ever disagree!

I’m sure you know where you can find me …”

Then, he, as well as the music, disappear, leaving his shadow behind blinking at me before it flows into the ground.

☽

My decision-making went to hell. 

What was supposed to be a quiet productive afternoon, both physically and mentally, turned out to be a waste of time. 

Prey kept on pestering me in my weakened state and somewhen after two hours I just had enough and summoned some icicles to take down two rabbits. It didn’t significantly improve my mood.

When I manage to return to the hotel I expect the kitchen to be empty at this hour. It couldn’t have been further from the truth, as my two throwing rabbits which were meant to hit the counter hit ... Vaggie’s face.

“Oh, my God!” I put my hand at my mouth, trying to keep a smile from surfacing. “I’m so sorry!”

“Hija de puta madre,” she curses under her breath, massaging her forehead. “Why the fuck did you throw those at me?”

“Not you. The counter,” I point behind her.

“Do you just throw your meat wherever you see fit?” she spits.

I’ve wrestled on answering yes, but instead, I ask her: “Is it your turn to cook?”

“Duh... Why would I be in the kitchen in the first place?”

She goes to the fridge and grabs an ice bag.

“Oh, come on! It wasn’t that bad!” I tell her.

“Would you want to try it?” she grabs the rabbits by their ears and throws them in my direction. I cry out when I avoid them due to the sudden movement. I hear a shattering noise and, when I look behind, I see a broken window. 

“Ok..., I think now it’s more personal,” I turn my head slowly to her.

“You shouldn’t be here!” she looks at my bandaged wounds. She has probably just figured out I am here. “You should be recovering after your stupid (after)life decisions!”

“Oh, give me a break!” I sigh and sit on a chair to calm the pain. “I’ve just gone for a … walk.”

“And that day you’ve just gone for a shopping spring,” she cleverly points out. “And look how that one turned out!”

“What do you want from me?” I ask her exasperatedly. “To leave? Talk to Charlie!”

“Trying to make sense in her head is like trying to tell Angel not to get in trouble!” she sighs frustrated. “Fruitless.”

“So, you just want me to leave, just like that?”

“No,” she denies, even if her face begs the difference. Then, she composes herself and tells me straight: “I don’t like you.”

“Do you like anyone, though?” I narrow my eyes. 

“Can you get out?” she points to the door, tired. “I need peace!”

“Ok, geez!” I make the necessary steps to the kitchen door, but I hesitate on the handle. Angel’s words come to my mind: You should ask Vaggie for a complete mystic introduction.

She knows things about demons. More than I do for sure. Maybe...

“Can I ask you something?” I speak up.

She turns to me annoyed but nods.

“What do you know about Alastor?”

She snorts as if she heard something funny and then proceeds on doing her thing (cutting some vegetables).

“He’s the shitiest Overlord I’ve ever known, and that’s saying something. Unpredictable, violent, bloodthirsty, and always looking for trouble.”

I wait for her to tell me more, but she just minds her business.

“Oh, come on!” I urge her. “I know this already! Is there anything else?!”

I’m really disappointed with her description. I thought it’d be some storytelling. That’s what Angel implied. But maybe she’s too mad or uninterested now to offer that.

She sighs and leans on the counter, facing me.

“What do you want to know?” 

“When did he come to Hell? Why and how is he an Overlord? How did he obtain his power? Did it have it already or did it steal it somehow? What are all of his powers? What...”

“Ho, slow down!” she stops me with her hand. “I can’t even remember the first question.”

“Just tell me what you know,” I nudge her.

“Alastor... Came to Hell almost a century ago. Don’t ask me how and when exactly, ‘cause I don’t know. He soon started to overpower Overlords who had been here for centuries, while he broadcasted every carnage for everyone in Hell to witness it. Nobody understands how he had so much power in the first place, who he targeted if he targeted at all, and how to stop him. He soon became the only, most powerful Overlord. After a while, though, he became uninterested in keeping his power, so the vacant Overlord places were filled by other sinners.”

“What do you mean by that? Doesn’t everybody in Hell want power?”

“He has a lot of power already,” Vaggie points out. “Apparently, if he can do whatever he wants freely, it’s satisfactory enough for him.”

Freedom. The way he approached me.

“Are there other powers besides teleporting, summoning things and people, and his black tentacles?”

“Yes, but many of them are kept hidden. Wait! How do you know about the black tentacles?”

Shit.

I can’t say that I fought him. She’ll lose her mind.

“He summoned one to grab Valentino’s arm,” I quickly say.

“¡Ay mi diablo! ¡Es peor de lo que pensaba!”

“What do you say?” I ask her, confused.

“There’s one thing for a lesser demon to fight an Overlord,” she lectures me. “It’s entirely something else for an Overlord to fight an Overlord. And …”

“I know about your past battle!” I tell her impatiently. “You’ve won, haven’t you? That means something, right? Even if this might be considered an act of war or whatever, they’ll think twice before doing anything!”

“Bitch, don’t pretend like you know anything about Hell’s politics!” she eyes me accusingly. “You’re a mere child! You don’t understand anything that happens here!”

“Uhm, first of all, I was 27. Second of all, I’m not stupid! I’ve been down here for almost as long as you!”

“Yeah, hiding and hunting your pretty little animals. Doesn’t make you an expert in turf wars.”

I feel my anger level rising within me, impulsing me to tell her things that’ll make her shut the fuck up. But, watching her, seeing her even angrier than me, I realize there’s no point in doing so.

“Vaggie,” I sigh. “I know I’ve created difficulties for the hotel. And I am sorry. I know that the best way I might solve them is to leave. And I might do so.”

Regardless of my lack of decision, I still thought about this a lot. It seems nothing keeps me at the hotel. I have no friends or allies here. My purpose is not to redeem myself. What am I still doing here, then?

“I can’t speak for Charlie,” Vaggie looks at me. “Even if I am blind to her optimism… And I don’t believe in redemption as she does… Charlie started this project because she sees something good in each demon. This hotel is for everyone who wants to better themselves. Even troublemakers like you.”

“You make me sound interesting,” I point out, smiling.

She points her index finger to me: “I make you sound dangerous, Diana Thorn.”

I open my mouth slightly, taken aback. I’ve never told any of them my surname. The way she said it… it unsettles me almost as much as Alastor’s smile.

“We don’t need danger,” she keeps on. “We have that plenty. So, be careful!”

The way she almost threatens me… It makes me want to threaten back. Fight back. But I keep my temper in check.  

I leave Vaggie in the kitchen and limp around with a hollow heart. I realize I've targeted the bar the moment I receive a shot of vodka from Husk. I don’t know if I’ve asked him for it or not, but he’s given me the perfect drink.

“What am I still doing here?” I ask him as if he could answer me.

“Honestly, kid? That’s the fucking question I’m asking every day.”

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What Risk Factors Associates With Varicose Veins?

Sex

Women are more prone to develop this venous condition to hormonal changes during or before pregnancy. They may also develop varicose veins due to menstrual period, or menopause might be the driving factor as female hormones are likely to relax vein valves. Hormone-influencing treatments such as birth control pills may increase the risk of varicose veins. 

Age 

The vein valves that help control blood flow deteriorate with age. Once the valves wear down, some blood can eventually returns to the veins and collect there.

Pregnancy 

During pregnancy, the blood volume in our body increases, and this change supports the growing baby but also enlarges the veins in our legs. 

Family history

If the other family members had varicose veins, there's a greater chance for you to develop them. 

Are there any complications with varicose veins? 

It is rare to have complications with varicose veins, but still, it may include 

Blood clots

Occasionally, veins present deep within the legs become enlarged and may cause swelling and leg pain. You should seek medical attention for persistent swelling and leg pain because it can signify a blood clot. 

Ulcers 

Painful and problematic ulcers can develop on the skin near varicose veins, particularly near the ankles. Usually, a discolored spot begins to set before the ulcer forms. Immediately visit your health care provider if you think you've developed a leg ulcer.   

Bleeding 

Usually, veins close to the surface of the skin burst. Although it usually causes minor bleeding, it requires medical attention. 

What is the difference between a spider and varicose veins? 

Despite different appearances, varicose and spider veins are both forms of venous illness. Varicose veins are much larger and thicker than spider veins, and they are near the skin's surface and resemble red or blue spider webs or tree branches. Typically, spider veins are not unpleasant. They can appear or develop anywhere on your body, most frequently on your face, foot, or behind your knees. You typically see varicose veins on your legs and feet.

How do they make a diagnosis of varicose veins? 

Your skin's surface is where varicose veins are located and visible. During a physical examination, medical professionals can make a diagnosis of the illness. While you are seated or standing, they will check and feel your veins. Your doctor could suggest an ultrasound to get clear pictures of your veins and look for any issues. They use sound waves in this risk-free, painless test to create images of the tissues inside your body. You can see the blood clots and your valves' functionality on ultrasounds.

When should I consult with my doctor regarding varicose veins? 

When to see a Vascular Doctor? Even though varicose veins are typically not harmful, you should still examine your vascular surgeon. Treatments may be helpful if you're self-conscious about the appearance of your varicose veins or find them bothersome. The skin or veins should be examined by your doctor as soon as possible if they are:

Bleeding.

Discolored.

Red, uncomfortable, or heated to the touch.

Swollen.

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for.  It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.  

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air.  No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank.  You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire.  The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.  

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little… creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything.  Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek.  You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll.  It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all.  One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet.  No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes.  And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek.  They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from.  They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away.  Had they really hiked this far?  You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you.  You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster.  You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall.  Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth.  "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.  

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened.  All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment.  “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled.  "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you.  "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright?  Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation.  He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me?  We’re not gonna hurt you.  We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl.  “You’re criminals!  You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.  

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern.  “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do.  You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed.  “Oh, uh, sure.  Yeah, I was framed.  Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him.  “You don’t get to pick what you want.  But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest.  “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly.  “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him.  “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously.  “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop?  That's too bad,” Steve sighed.  “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all.  You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again.  Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this.  Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots.  He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded?  Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees.  You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.  

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop.  Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up.  “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans.  “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right?  I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways.  So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.  

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them.  The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat.  “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle.  “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length.  “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised.  Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him.  “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh?  By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you.  “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue.  You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped.  "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you.  You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds.  He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head.  Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head.  "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question.  "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle.  "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck.  "Wanna help me out here, dollface?  I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there.  He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned.  "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you?  Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm.  All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine.  You like being owned, I can feel it.  I can feel that this is exactly what you needed.  Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself?  That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy?  Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out.  Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve.  "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground.  "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion.  It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs.  “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were.  “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly.  “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip.  You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed.  “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress.  “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted.  Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that.  Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back.  You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better,  the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind.  You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.  

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear.  It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused.  There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that.  "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted.  "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.  

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered.  At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp.  The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.  

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily.  It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag.  "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke.  His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you.  “Close already, huh?  Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled.  “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you.  He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm.  More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I?  Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible.  You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her.  So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?" 

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you.  Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you.  “That’s better, isn’t it?  Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever.  "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time.  Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey.  Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you.  The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused.  And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs.  A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better.  “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you.  He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it.  Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside.  You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now.  And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it.  The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack.  Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene.  But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.  

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained.  “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed.  “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm?  Get some rest.  You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep.  A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.  

“Y’hear that, dollface?  All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire.  Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first.  “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers.  Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response.  He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you. 

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time.  He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day.  You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.  

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned.  “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless.  His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours.  "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out.  Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully.  You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed.  "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby?  That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface?  I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs.  The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.  

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now.  At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends.  Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh.  “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want?  You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?  

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close.  It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed.  “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too.  And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

//

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest.  And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin.  Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear.  “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”  

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about.  But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip.  You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder.  “Gettin’ wet, honey?  Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half.  It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in.  You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected.  It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy.  It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.   

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone.  “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick?  Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?” 

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans.  "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear.  "You like gettin' fucked?  Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed.  "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart?  We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least.  You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided.  "It's perfect, isn't it?  'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh.  "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.  

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you.  One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh?  He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible.  I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed.  You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear.  "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach?  Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore.  Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh?  Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily.  When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense.  The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise.  Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear.  “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice.  “We’ll head out in the morning, alright?  Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach?  A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

//

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing.  At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways.  At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come.  You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach?  Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex.  Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.  

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed.  “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears.  “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you.  “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands.  His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained.  “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much.  Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently.  “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly.  You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals.  They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?  

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get.  You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been.  Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair.  Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face.  “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you.  For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt.  Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh.  You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back.  Each day you mourned it in a different way.  At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back.  You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve.  Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners.  And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore.  You had no reason to run, no motive for escape.  They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught.  And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity.  Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio.  Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday.  Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on.  Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

#dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!stucky noncon #dark!stucky smut #dark!stucky au

[missmentelle]

What makes a codependent relationship? Is it healthy for someone to rely on you as a constant source for support, talking all the time? Getting seperation anxiety and experiencing extreme stress when they are without you? Is it selfish to not necessarily reciprocate that stress?

Let's start by defining what a codependent relationship is.

In a codependent relationship, one person (the codependent) consistently enables the dysfunction of another person, often assuming a "caretaker" or "protector" role. The dysfunctional person usually struggles with a serious issue that may make it difficult for them to function on their own - often addiction, mental illness, or serious underachievement/irresponsibility - and the codependent partner will make extreme personal sacrifices to take care of this person and shield them from the consequences of their actions.

Codependent relationships aren't always romantic relationships - they can be found between friends, parents/children, coworkers, other family members, or any other type of relationship. Wherever they exist, are very unhealthy for both of the people involved in them. The codependent person focuses so heavily on the dependent person's needs that they entirely neglect their own, while the dysfunctional person is enabled to continue being dysfunctional and is often prevented from making any kind of progress toward recovery.

Common traits of codependent people include:

a fear of being alone. They often seek out relationships with people who will depend on them and encourage that dependency to ensure that the other person will not leave them.

extreme fixation on the feelings and needs of others. They often view their own needs as unimportant or secondary and prioritize the needs of others, even when this has not been asked of them.

a compulsive need to "fix" the problems of others. when they see a person who is struggling, they feel the overwhelming need to step in and start "fixing" the situation, even if doing so is not their responsibility.

low self-esteem. They often have chronic issues with self-esteem, and don't feel that they "deserve" to have their own needs prioritized. Their self-esteem is often tied to their ability to maintain their caretaking role at all costs, even when it is incredibly harmful to them.

controlling and perfectionist tendencies. Codependent people often struggle to cope when they don't have high amounts of control in their relationships, or when things aren't done "just so". They gravitate towards caretaking roles where they have high amounts of control, and struggle to let go.

external locus of control. They often feel powerless in their lives, and feel that they simply have to accept their circumstances and the way that others treat them.

high capacity for denial. They often cannot or will not see problems that are right in front of them, and refuse to acknowledge the seriousness of a situation - the house will be burning down around them and they'll refuse to even admit that it's getting a little warm.

a history of interpersonal trauma or abuse. Codependency is often a learned behaviour - many people who fall into these patterns experienced codependency from their parents, or witnessed their parents' codependent relationship at a young age. Many have also experienced extreme emotional abuse, from their parents or a past partner.

a strong need for approval. Codependents need to be liked. They need approval. Doing things for others and letting others walk on them is the best way they know how to gain that.

boundary issues. They often cannot and do not set personal boundaries - they take a "Giving Tree" approach to helping others, endlessly giving even when it seriously hurts them. At the same time, they may overstep boundaries to try to fix others' issues, even when it is not their responsibility to get involved.

a lack of personal identity. The codependent relationship often becomes the focus of their whole life. They invest so much time and energy into it that without it, they wouldn't know what to do with themselves.

a tendency to be drawn to close relationships with substance addicts, alcoholics, people with personality disorders, or other codependents. Codependent relationships are usually not a one-off thing - they tend to be a recurring pattern in a person's life. In particular, people with untreated BPD often seek out relationships with codependent people, as they tend to prefer relationships with people who don't set personal boundaries and are willing to provide the extreme amounts of reassurance and caretaking that they need. People with BPD also tend to be codependent themselves, further complicating things.

an appearance of being "addicted to chaos". Codependent people often appear to gravitate toward drama, dysfunction and chaos. Having relationships with people who have healthy boundaries, autonomy and stable personal lives often holds little interest for them - they prefer relationships where they feel needed and depended upon.

Codependent people often have a "martyr" or "victim" complex - they often feel that it is their lot in life to suffer for others, that self-sacrifice is a key part of their identity, or that suffering is simply a part of loving someone. The idea that they should set expectations in a relationship, leave a relationship where they aren't treated well or have an identity of their own outside a relationship is something they struggle with. They often hop from codependent relationship to codependent relationship, becoming steadily more beaten down and burnt out in the process - breaking free from codependent tendencies can be a long process, and often requires professional help.

There is a lot of variety in what codependent relationships look like. Some examples of codependency in action would include:

A mother allows her chronically unemployed and irresponsible 38-year-old son to live with her, and does everything for him. She never confronts her son about the fact that he doesn't contribute financially or help out around the house, even though it's placing a great financial and personal strain on her. When other family members ask why her adult son isn't taking steps to get his life together, the mother becomes highly defensive, and may make up lies about the progress he's made, or insist that he's still young and that this is normal for his age.

A woman assumes the role of "caregiver" for her unstable and very mentally ill partner. She bends over backwards to keep her partner happy, and doesn't seem to notice or mind that her partner never does the same thing in return. Her partner constantly burns bridges with their own family or friends with their explosive anger, and she rushes in to make excuses and try to fix the situation. When friends raise concerns about the relationship, she brushes them off, insisting that she's happy and everything is fine.

The parent of an autistic teenager infantilizes their autistic child, and insists that the child needs much more care than they actually do. Being an "autism parent" is a huge part of their identity. The child has never been allowed to attend an overnight camp, go for sleepovers or stay at home with a babysitter, as the parent is highly fearful and believes that other people will not look after their child properly. The parent strongly resists all of their child's attempts to gain more independence, insisting that it's too dangerous or that the child cannot handle it.

The US version of the television show Shameless is almost entirely centered around codependent relationships. The main characters are all in codependent relationships with their alcoholic and dysfunctional father, Frank. Although the main characters are often angry with their father, they constantly allow him back into their lives no matter how horribly he treats them - at times, they give him money, provide him with alcohol, let him move back into their house, visit him in the hospital and cover him with a blanket when he passes out on the floor. The boundaries they set with him never last long, and they always resume having a relationship with him, even after he does things that most people would find unforgivable.

So with that said: is it healthy for someone to rely on you as a constant source of support?

It sort of depends.

Relationships are supposed to be a reliable source of support for both of the people in them. That's sort of what they're for. I worry sometimes that the internet is making us too transactional in our relationships, and too quick to think that someone is taking advantage of us if they constantly turn to us for support. It's normal to find comfort in your relationships, and to turn to your loved ones whenever you need someone to talk to. I talk to my partner, my parents and my closest friends every day - that often means mentioning things that we’re stressed or anxious about, or venting about problems in our lives. Sometimes people are going through something and need extra support for a while - that’s just a normal part of close relationships. 

With that said, there are times when someone leans on you too hard. If helping someone is starting to take a serious toll on your own life, that’s a problem. Every relationship needs boundaries; if your boundaries are consistently pushed or broken in the name of supporting that person, it may be time for a serious talk. Staying up until 4am to talk someone through a crisis is fine if this is a rare occurrence. Staying up until 4am to talk someone through a crisis multiple times per week, every single week, is an issue - that’s you sacrificing your own need for sleep, and something needs to change. Are you willing to set boundaries and balance your own needs with your friends’ needs? Is the other person willing to respect boundaries, or do they lash out with anger, guilt-trips, accusations of not caring for them or threats to harm themselves? 

If you and a friend are both willing to communicate and work on establishing boundaries, I think it’s fine for one person to need a lot of support. If the relationship is damaging for you and one or both of you just isn’t able or willing to discuss boundaries, that’s a sign there could be some codependence going on. 

A person experiencing separation anxiety and extreme stress when you aren’t around could be an issue - but again, it depends on how it’s being handled. Is your friend able to cope with this anxiety on their own, or are they constantly putting this anxiety on you? Are they blowing up your phone and getting anxious if you’re 10 minutes late answering a text? Do they ever try to guilt-trip you or blame you for triggering their separation anxiety? Do they accuse you of not caring about them if you try to take time for yourself? Are they jealous of your other relationships? Is their extreme stress taking a toll on your life and preventing you from having other relationships or having personal boundaries and space? If your friend is willing to work on boundaries and find healthy coping mechanisms for their stress, this might be something you can overcome. If your friend is burning you out and one or both of you is unable to set boundaries, this might be a very unhealthy situation. 

Not feeling the same stress and anxiety, however, is definitely not selfish. It’s not healthy for someone to feel that level of extreme stress and separation anxiety - it’s not your friend’s fault that they experience that, but it’s still very unhealthy. The fact that someone feels an unhealthy attachment to you does not mean that you should feel an unhealthy attachment right back. No one benefits from that. In any healthy relationship, both people have a life and identity outside the relationship. This is, fundamentally, the issue at the core of many different unhealthy relationships - whether they are codependent, enmeshed, or abusive.

 Being so attached to someone that you can’t handle them needing friends, hobbies, space and independence isn’t a compliment or something to aspire to - it’s just unhealthy.

Hope this answers your question! MM

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[fathermarty]

The Ravenclaw Riddle || d.m.

Summary: The riddle that isn’t a riddle (NOT TOM RIDDLE, DEADASS JUST A RIDDLE LIKE A PLAY OF WORDS. YA DIG?)

Pairing: Draco x Ravenclaw fem!reader

Warning/s: mentions of mental illness, self doubt, fluff? (If I missed any let me know)

Word Count: 1,537

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It is hard to know when things are going to go terribly wrong, but for y/n it has always been easy. Quick to know when something isn’t right and quick to try and make everything okay. That’s who she is, and those who know her, know that y/n a problem solver.

Many of her classmates come to the conclusion that is why she was sorted into Ravenclaw, quick with solutions and beyond witty. What it really is though is the fact that y/n is used to everything going sideways, she has become accustomed to the damage and what it brings.

With that being said, y/n is adored by many people. She wears her heart on her sleeve and is beyond easy to get along with; however, because she is used to the hurt she doesn’t let many people see who she really is or the pain she deals with constantly. Y/n battles demons every day; her own, but this isn’t noticeable to anyone who isn’t looking for a weakness.

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Enter in the Slytherin king himself, he prides himself on knowing everyone’s weaknesses. It makes him feel like he has the one up on everyone, it also helps him feel in control of his life when he really knows he isn’t. Draco doesn’t stray too far away from his Slytherin circle but one day when he notices an infectious laugh coming from the other side of the dining hall he can’t help but find himself taken to the source.

Smiling brightly is none other than y/n, of course, Draco knows who she is, he has a few classes with the Ravenclaws, and obviously, she is in there with him. Draco knows y/n is witty, but not in the flashy sense of Hermione. Y/n doesn’t raise her hand for every question and doesn’t volunteer to demonstrate every chance she gets. Rather the Professor dotes on her for her marks and asks her to demonstrate for the class.

“Miss y/l/n, could you please demonstrate how to chop the ingredients for the potion? Since it seems like in the seven years of being in my potions class, your classmates still don’t know how to properly do it.” Professor Snape asks, only shooting y/n a weak smile while snarling at the rest of the class.

It was a mystery to everyone why Snape was so fond of y/n, considering he overly bragged about the students in his house. Draco could see why though, she didn’t aim to impress Snape, in fact, she just strived for the knowledge and being able to complete her work top-notch. It wasn’t the dedication to making Professors like her, or the marks she would receive, rather just being able to do it herself without relying on anyone.

Staring at y/n made Draco wonder what was going on in the life of y/n. She was a mystery, a riddle rather, and that made him curious to find out what he could.

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After weeks of watching y/n, Draco was no closer to understanding her. To him, it was infuriating. He found her so fascinating yet so difficult to read. Every day she presented herself as if she was having a meeting with the Minister of Magic, her hair done, makeup to perfection, and not a wrinkle present. Draco wanted to know what motivated her to be her best self every day, and it was eating at him. His “research” as Draco would call it, almost became borderline obsessive when it came to y/n.

Without watching where he was going, to focus on trying to decipher what y/n was doing during Potions, he ran into something more like someone. “Oi, can you watch where you're going? You nearly knocked me on my arse.”

“You’d figure someone who walks with so much power he would know where he’s going.” Draco is shocked to find the woman he has been watching for the past few weeks standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

“Y/l/n, lovely to see you. Did you enjoy this Potions class?”

“I don’t know Malfoy I had a certain blue-eyed, blond Slytherin staring holes in the side of my head the whole time. Why don’t you tell me if I enjoyed it.” Y/n said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Fair enough Y/n, I am just wondering what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.”

Y/n is caught off guard by Draco’s response, it is no lie the man is attractive, but she figured he was just scheming in his head something against the Ravenclaws.

With newfound bravery, Y/n said, “It would be easier to know what is going on inside my head if you actually talked to me instead of staring at me. Closed mouths don’t get fed Malfoy.”

Draco stared at the woman bewildered, her perfect y/h/c falling down her shoulders neatly, and a lazy smile placed on her face. It was almost as if she was enjoying watching Draco scramble and become in control of the situation.

“Well since you’re at a loss for words I will just tell you, I will be in the dining hall before dinner doing some of my homework, you are welcome to join. I could even help you understand the potion we were learning in class and it’s healing properties. Since you seemed to struggle so hard when Snape asked you about it.” If possible Draco’s jaw would have dropped to the ground because no one has ever challenged his intelligence and yet y/n did it in such a way that didn’t make Draco feel dumb, rather intrigued by the strength you present in yourself.

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Draco did show up that day, to both his and y/n’s surprise. He hasn’t been challenged very many times in his life, but when he was challenged by y/n he couldn’t help himself but be more intrigued.

It started off as every other day he would come and sit with you, getting to know each other and asking questions about the other's house. It was friendly and innocent, to begin with, but every other day turned into every day and somewhere Draco found himself falling headfirst for y/n. The way she presented herself and articulated what she was doing was something that made Draco’s heart drum against his chest anytime he was near her.

Spring came along and Draco noticed y/n loved to spend the afternoon into the evening in the Dining Hall looking up at the enchanted ceiling watching the clouds and the sunshine in. So naturally, when Draco didn’t have Quidditch practice or something else going on he joined her. He started off by trying to stay quiet and enjoy her presence but y/n insisted on imagining the clouds as magical beasts or random muggle things her friends told her about.

Y/n and Draco were laying head to head on the bench staring up at the ceiling, “Draco, Draco, look at that one! It looks a bit like a Hippogriff.” Y/n stated sitting up and smiling at the blond boy who was still facing the ceiling shaking his head.

“No y/n/n it doesn’t it's a cloud.” Draco smiled as y/n’s face contorted in disbelief.

Y/n played back down after swatting at Draco’s head, “You said you wonder what’s going on in my head. My imagination is what is going on. Maybe you should get one.”

“Oi, who said I don’t have an imagination!” Draco replied defensively, to which y/n smiled to herself and said “Then tell me Draco, what is going on inside your head.”

Draco sat up and hovered over y/n’s head and said, “Right now I am thinking about how I single-handedly solved the Ravenclaw Riddle.”

“And what does that mean Malfoy?”

“It means you, y/n, are different. I can never tell what you are thinking or plotting because you aren’t. You are in your own world being your own person. You are genuine and one of a kind, the riddle was never a riddle, it was the part of my life I was missing. The creativity.”

In her whole life, no one had said anything like this to y/n, she never felt like she was special or unique. She felt like her existence was just being and let be. Bur Draco’s words sparked something in her, and she now felt like she herself was something more.

“Well Draco, now what is going on in your head?” She asked as a single tear of happiness runs down her face.

“I am hoping the same thing that is going on in your head, may I kiss you y/n y/l/n.” Draco bit his lip in a nervous smile waiting for the consent to kiss her. Instead of responding she grabbed the back of his head and crashed their lips together.

That day something sparked in both of them, something in them unlocked and they found hope. In each other, in love, the world, and the future.

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I wrote this for my friend who is a Ravenclaw and one of the hardest working people I know. I wish she could see herself the way I do because then she would understand the love and respect that others and I have for her. <3

I hope you guys enjoyed this, Father Marty is back and better than ever. Requests are open again, all of my previous requests got deleted :’( so I guess I am starting new. Send them in guys. <3

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