#ive been gaining for a little over a month now

[bachibabe]

— 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫 ♡

synopsis: oh no! what is a cursed spirit supposed to do when he gains interest in a mortal girl? probably not make sex dolls of her, kidnap her, then fuck her until she breaks. but no one told him that!

𖦹₊┆ mahito x fem! reader

𖦹₊┆ wc: 4.5k

𖦹₊┆ warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, sex doll, cruel and unusual punishment, mindbreak, fear play, blood, biting, marking, minimal prep, cervix bruising, dehumanization (?), creampie, mahito is gross, referring to the sex doll as if it was a real person

𖦹₊┆ notes: the fic ive been writing on and off for a month… she is my baby… i have birthed her. please please please read the warnings and enjoy <33 kms if this doesn’t show up in tags

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

Creak.

Footsteps. Footsteps right in front of you. Right in front of your safe haven.

Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please keep walking. Please. If there’s any god out there please make him keep walking.

Bang.

His fist hits the desk right above your head. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why the fuck did you even hide? It was dumb. So dumb. You can’t get away. Maybe if you ran, kept running forever you could get away. But you can't. Not anymore. It’s too late for any of that.

“There you are, pretty doll.” His sick smile is all you see as he leans down, coming into view. He’s crazy. He’s fucking crazy. You know that. You do.

You knew from the moment he knocked on your door in the middle of the night. Practically buzzing as he rocked on his heels. His speech was slurred, manic. He’s never spoken like that before. So. . . so crazy.

You tried to be polite, you really did. You tried to make small talk, to politely excuse yourself even though your hands were shaking.

You tried to close the door on him but it just wouldn’t shut as he kept rambling. His foot shoved in the way, preventing your escape. His dirty fucking sneakers– god even now you remember them so clearly. You remember so many things you wish you didn’t.

How he fucking smiled when you looked back up at him.

It makes your stomach churn to think about it now.

You remember clearly how he grabbed you. He forced his way inside, slowly backing you against the wall. You remember how he grabbed your wrists, talked about how tiny they were in his hands. Showed you only a moment of warmth before harshly biting into the skin, red rising to the surface, coating his tongue. A sound of pain was retched from your throat, trying to pull away while his grip only got tighter. His hips forced you into the wall, trapping you. Keeping you as prey.

He said you taste delicious.

It fucking echos in your head. Makes you go insane with how it repeats over and over again. Exactly how he said the words. The lilt in his tone, the smile that made him look like he just saw the face of god. How excited he sounded at the first taste of blood.

The way you could tell that he craved more.

Craved everything you had to give.

You didn’t think demons were real before that night. Ghosts, angels– anything that goes bump in the night was just a figment of one's imagination. Maybe hallucinations. But this, this was real. How you wish this was all just some stupid hallucination.

Nothing is paranormal before you face the devil himself.

Nothing is more terrifying than when the devil wants you.

You learned that that night.

He dragged you next door, throwing you to the ground. He looked like a shadow, only a silhouette as he stood in the doorway. The moon casting a glow from behind him. You couldn't see his face, none of it was legible as you scrambled backwards. Trying, trying so desperately to put some space between yourself and the beast.

His shoulders heaved as he panted. Like a fucking monser that just got his kill.

He had.

He closed the doors. Locked them with what felt like a million keys. He started fucking giggling. Giggling like a goddamn lunatic as his demeanor changed completely. He was smiling like an innocent little kid. He was happy. The happiest you had ever seen a person before.

“Ahhh~” He sighed, glee laced in his all too cheery tone. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Speaking, churning in your ears so it's all you can hear. It mocks you. Mocks your very being. Mocks you for trying to live a normal life away from him.

You remember how he clung to you that night as you sobbed. Whining about how you shouldnt be sad, that you were home now. He’d coo, playing with your hair as he tried to ‘soothe’ your trembling body. His arms wrapped around you in a vice. It felt like he was choking the air out of your lungs.

Maybe he was trying, maybe he wanted you dead. You really had no clue. You just wanted to get away– be as far away from him as you could. You’d do anything, you told him as much. Change your name, leave the country. You promised you wouldn’t tell anybody! You would tell him anything if it meant you could leave.

But he kept you in place. Tucked in his arms. His entire body wrapped around yours, keeping you close. Keeping his face nuzzled into your neck. Smelling you. Smelling your fear.

He loves that smell.

If you let him he would breathe it in all the time, treating it as the very thing that keeps him alive. Well, until you die anyway. But he knows that won't be anytime soon! You’re strong. You're tenacious. He knows you are. You’ve dealt with so much in your life, you can deal with him too. He just knows it.

He wonders what all of your other emotions smell like.

Hmm.. What about love? That would be an interesting smell. Maybe it would be sweet like honey? Maybe bitter like chocolate… Humans are so interesting. They're so fun.

You are especially. And he knows you’ll like him too. He’s sure of it as you finally tire yourself out, falling asleep on his beat up mattress. Mmhmm crying for hours must really hurt your soul. Poor thing. He would fix it. Fix you up all nice and pretty. Yeah, he knows just how to. His pretty experiment.

Well, he thinks that’s all you are. A nice human experiment for him to play with. To learn everything about. Learn what makes them tick, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry. Kenjaku told him as much. He could keep a little human as a pet, dispose of them when necessary. But… he doesn’t want to let you go! Just the thought makes him want to cry!

You are already better than he ever imagined!

Bang.

The chair blocking your body is thrown back, assaulting the wall with a deafening crash. Your hands come up, covering your ears. Shit Shit Shit! Fuck, what are you going to do, what are you going to do?! Your body forces itself as far as it can into the corner of the desk. All you can hear, all you can think about is the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Why are you so dumb?! You knew you couldn’t win! You never win any of his games!

He squats in front of you, blocking your only means of escape. You hear him, watch him inhale deep before letting out a sick laugh. One that makes you want to cry. One that makes you feel like trying to run– trying to hide is useless. Maybe it is. You don’t see how you could possibly get away.

The pictures covering his walls tell you everything you need to know.

“Found you.” He smiles, crawling towards your body, crawling towards your last bit of safety. He looks like a monster– he is a monster. He can’t be human. He can’t. You refuse to believe it. Your legs kick, they try to get away. They try to be your last line of defense but his face only shows that of an owner looking at a puppy having a fit. He looks so fond of you.

You want to scream.

He grabs your ankle. It hurts. Everything hurts. You should’ve become numb at this point, you wish you had. You feel your body slip out from under the desk, dragged against the hard floor. Pick you up with ease, lay you down in his bed. His gross disgusting bed.

He pouts. He fucking pouts at you. Sits in front of you.

“Don't tell me you’re jealous.” His frowns, tilting his head at you. “I didn't mean to make you! I swear! I just wanted to show you. How much I love you…how good I could make my pretty doll feel.” You could never be jealous. Not of anything involving him.

Especially not involving the putrid fucking sex doll that lays next to you in bed.

How he fucked it last night, making you watch. Made you hold his hand while he thrust into the thing. Made you cup his face as he came inside.

“How I’ve been practicing just for you.” He coos, a smile gracing his lips as he moves to his knees, crawling towards you in the bed. “Humans are hard to understand…And I really just can’t wait for you any longer.”

You don’t hear his words. Your eyes fixated on the doll that looks just like you. Every freckle the same, every mole. Every fucking tiny detail mirrored yours in a lifeless, hollow core made of silicon. Filled up with his cum. You don’t want to think about how many times he’s fucked it. How many times he’s pretended having sex with you while holding it close. How much he had to have spent to get such a thing.

How deep whatever he feels for you runs.

You swear it probably coats his veins. Running under every inch of this skin. Giving it color. Giving it life. It's all you’re able to think about when he leaves you alone in the apartments. It’s hard for you to swallow. To believe for yourself. You wish it is a lie.

You let him get close. You let him into your bubble for only a second. You allow his face into your neck. Biting your skin, drawing blood once again. He loves the taste. You think he's probably obsessed with it. You wanted to recoil away, disgusted with how he hums, lapping at the skin. But you don’t. You need to let him have this. Even if it's just for a second.

You close your eyes tight. You feel him relax. He thinks you’re giving in. You know he does. You can do this. You can do this. You may have only made this decision a moment ago as you stared at the doll, but you had to do this. You had to do it for yourself. It may be the last chance you get. You can’t stop fighting.

You can do this. You can do this.

The mantra chants over and over again in your head like a prayer. You feel his hand reach up, covering your clothed breast with his palm. Massaging it carelessly, without any thought or respect for you. In his head you’re probably the same as that fucking sex doll.

Your knee shoots up. Right into his crotch. Right where it hurts the most. Your hands shove him with all the strength in your body, getting him off of you. Getting him away for only a moment while he recovers. Maybe. Maybe you can make it out of the door. Or maybe you can make it to the bathroom and lock yourself inside. Maybe you have a chance. Just maybe.

Your body scrambles off of the bed, moving faster than you ever thought was possible. You race towards the door, arm reaching out for the handle. You’re so close. You’re almost there. You’re almost able to get away.

Freedom is within your grasp, it's so close you can taste it. He forgot to lock the door, you know he did. You didn't hear any of them click back in place when he came inside. He was too caught up in the moment with trying to find you. If you make it there then maybe, just maybe you can get outside. Run as fast and as far away as you can. Call the police and escape from him. Spread the wings he’s tried to clip.

You land flat on your face.

Not even your arms are able to cushion your fall.

A stitched hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you, dragging you again. Backwards. Back into the cage. Back to him. His chest heaves. His shoulders hunch. He looks disheveled. Crazed.

He has that fucking smile plastered on his face.

“I love it when you run. It's so pretty.” He giggles, “You know me so well.”

You kick at him, thrash your body as he pulls you closer and closer. “Get the fuck away from me!” You yell, though it falls on deaf ears. All the strength in your body is being used to get away. To try and escape from him. He can’t be human. He’s too strong. Even with your struggle he still lifts you easily, like you’re just some fucking little kid having a temper tantrem.

“I’ve been so patient…” He sighs, placing– rather, forcing you onto the edge of the bed. Your knees on the floor as your torso is pressed against the mattress. Your arms pinned behind your back with one of his hands. Your hips pinned in place with his own. You can feel his cock against you. He’s hard. “I really am patient, you know?”

He hums, gently rocking his hips against you. His entire length pressed against your cunt. Taunting you. Words are not needed for you to know what’s to come. “It’s really too bad you know? I’ve run out.”

The simple statement makes your blood run cold.

“I’ve been so gentle…so caring…” He purrs, forcing his sweatpants down his legs. Just enough for his cock to spring free. Just enough for him to be able to stroke himself. For him to press the fat head where he wants– no, no. Needs to be. “I’ve really been trying my best to be good for you.”

You wish you could see. You wish you could see everything– exactly what he is doing. What he is planning to do to your wrecked frame. If, if everything wasn’t such a surprise then maybe… maybe you could make it a little better. But like this… you’re helpless. You’re trapped. You hate it. You can’t stand it. You wish you still had more tears left to cry. But you know it’s over. You can’t do anything now.

Exactly how he wants it– wants you.

You feel him stop moving, an excited gasp resonating from his throat. His entire presence changes in a flash, giddiness taking him over as the cogs in his brain turn. Making his own story, his own reality changing all over again. “Unless, you don't want me to be good for you? You want me to take what I want? That’s why you’ve been trying to run and hide?”

His frame towers over yours, his full weight pressing against your back forcing you deeper into the bed as he mumbles into your ear. “All you had to do was say so~ ♡”

All you can do is whimper in response. Whimper like a wounded animal that's been forced to accept their fate. Your head is blank, devoid of all thoughts and feelings. There is nothing. Nothing you can do.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe a small part of you does like it. Who knows. You certainly don’t.

He blows gently on your ear, teasing you before he leans back. Your bottoms are forced down, exposing your cunt to the entire room. You can feel him practically buzzing with excitement. With some sick pleasure found deep within his gut.

“So pretty!” He whines, spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your pretty little cunt. You hate that you’re already wet. You hate that the feeling of his cock did it to you just moments before. You hate that he can see it. You hate the way pride bubbles up in his gut. The way you can hear him lick his lips like a starved man.

Hate what the other little voice is saying inside of your head. Hate that even maybe a little bit of your soul wants to feel him. The quiet fucked up voice that you always try to scilence.

“Mm… I wanna taste you so bad but… I really can’t wait anymore… what am I supposed to do!!” You can practically hear the pout plastered on his lips. “Ah~”

The fat head of his cock finds its way back to your cunt, dragging itself up and down your lips. Milking every last bit of wetness out of your hole. Your nails dig into your own hands— maybe his. It’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins. When he’s this close it’s hard to tell much of anything.

“We have forever together don’t we?” He chuckles, his head stopping at your unprepped little hole. Attempting to push into it with just enough pressure to have you squirm. Have you bite down on the sheet to silence any sounds that might try to come through. “We can try out all sorts of fun things together~”

His thumb aids as he tries to push the head of his cock inside. Prodding, trying to force his way inside without a care in the world for how it might hurt. How it might feel for you. He’s too big— you’re, you’re too tight. You can’t take it! It won’t fit you just, just!

“Mmmm!!” A muffled cry breaks free from your throat as the head of his cock buries itself in your cunt. Your ears ring, pain taking over your senses as he lets out a mouth watering, near pornographic moan from above you.

His grip on your wrists tighten, eyes staring at where he’s fucked himself into you. Wow~ it’s so pretty. He never expected a human to feel this good! It’s incredible! Magnificent! And this is just the first inch of him? Oh my… he can only imagine what bottoming out with feel like— how it will feel when his cock is pressed against your cervi—

Wait wait!! He’s getting ahead of himself again. A gasp leaves his throat as he pulls out, a muffled whine leaving your own. Your hole clenches around nothing. What a cute little thing! It’s calling him back in!! He knew you wanted this, he knows all about you huh?

He drags his cock back and forth through your lips again, red mixing in with the pretty white. He dips his cock head over and over again into your entrance, thrusting himself deeper and deeper every time. Stretching you just perfectly around his length.

Hmm, humans like prep right? He figures that this is close enough. His doll doesn’t need it. She just takes him right away— someday you’ll be the same! He just needs to break you in! But until then, he needs to savor this… who knows when you might come around again?

Mmm… you’re too mean to him. Yeah, that’s all it is.

Ah, it’s too bad he’s too lost to notice you’re already falling apart. Your back is arching on its own. Working without permission to give him a better angle. Your hips bucking, leaning back ever so slightly as he presses into your cunt. Urging him just a little deeper. Your pussy is too wet to think about anything, your head in a daze as he teases you, taunts you relentlessly.

You don’t want this— at least you think you don’t. But, it’s so hard to know what you really want when you’re head gets like this. When it’s actually feeling good. When the pleasure mixes with pain to concoct something dangerous. Something that makes you unsure of anything really. Maybe you’re dumb, maybe you’re stupid. Yeah. You probably are. But that’s okay. He likes that.

He likes you.

He slides his cock inside of your hole, his hand moving to your ass as thrusts his hips. Forcing his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Your walls clenching around every inch that pushes its way inside. God, you’ve never felt so full. You’ve never felt anything like this. Anything like his cock, anything like him.

Whimpers, whines, all sorts of sounds escape your throat as you let him do what he pleases. Give into whatever twisted pleasure is being given to you. It’s hard to stop them when he’s even louder— panting like a fucking dog as he feels you. Feels every inch of you. Makes you two become one.

He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your entire body is being pushed into the bed, spine curving up to meet him with every demonic thrust of his hips. Every time the skin of his thighs meets your ass, every time the head of his cock meets with your cervix, pain racks through your body. You can’t take it. You feel like you’re going crazy. You feel like you’re the insane one.

The sound of skin against skin penetrating the sound of your ears like some sort of sick, twisted song. A song he plays so well. One you don’t want him to stop. No matter how much it hurts, how it stings you, you just can’t find it in yourself to push him away. His moans feel like a siren’s voice, luring you closer and closer, pushing you so close to the edge.

“Why’s she so mean!” He whines, his thrusts frantic and hurried. Only caring for his own pleasure, only caring about him. “Won’t let me in any deeper doll! Can you believe that?” He groans, pressing his cock so hard against your cervix you nearly scream in pain. Your body thrashes, trying to get away from the sensation.

He shushes you quietly, leaning his torso against your back as he coos. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… we won’t try that today okay? Must be too much for you… poor thing.” His hips relent, slowly rocking into your battered cunt to give you a little bit of a break. To rest before the main event.

You want to cringe at how wet you sound, how messy you’ve become due to his cock and his cock alone. How greedily your pussy takes him, urging him back with every thrust. Wanting it. Wanting him.

You see his arm reach past your head, grabbing onto your mimics hair. Pulling the doll closer. Holding its head so it’s staring right into your eyes. It’s so lifeless. So hollow.

“It’s okay.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Someday you’ll take me just like she can, yeah? You’ll be sooo~ good for me.” His hips start to pick up their pace again, thighs slapping against your ass so hard you might see stars. So hard you actually want to listen to him.

“I had to break her in too, real good.” He pants out, loosing himself in the feeling of your tight, warm walls.

You flinch away. You can’t look at it anymore. Can’t look at a face that is exactly your own yet so cold and distant. So lost. Used for months on end. Maybe a little sense comes back to you, a small part of reality seeping back into your skull.

He tsks. Fucking tsks and shakes his head in disappointment. “That won’t do… I need my girls to like each other…” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at the thing. The creature with your hair and eyes.

“Kiss it.” His voice changes in a second, morphing into something commanding. Something scary. Fuck reality. Living in whatever dream you’ve created for yourself is better. Better than facing this. You don’t want to disobey. You want to listen, want him to let you cum. Maybe want his praise, even if it’s just a little.

Your lips meet with the cold, lifeless silicon. Tasting whatever disgusting leftover cum can be found on its lips. He pushes the head against your lips, forcing you to lick your tongue inside. “Adorable!!”

He likes it. He likes it too much. You can tell.

Tell by the way his hips pick up speed, forcing your used hole to take him over and over again. Forcing you to accept him into your body. Forcing you to fall for his cock. Make sure no one else will ever be able to use it. Use you like the way he wants to.

Can tell by the way his cock twitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. His pace completely out the window as he searches for nothing but his own release.

Maybe you like it too. Like the way his cum tastes. Like the way he took this, took all of you for himself. All of you flesh as his. The coil tightens in your stomach, white specks start to form behind your eyelids. You’re close, too fucking close you just can’t take it anymore.

A loud moan leaves your lips, muffled by the silicon held against your mouth. Waves of pleasure crashing through your frame like a tidal wave of ecstasy as white paints the inside of your walls. Ears ringing, vision gone white as endorphins fill your brain making you forget— forget everything about this moment. How fucked up it is. How you want more.

Your walls clamp around his cock as it jerks in your cunt, milking every last drop of cum from him. Filling you up until you’re full. Until you can’t think anymore. Until you’re so tired you just want to collapse.

He drops the doll letting you pull your head back to finally be able to breathe again fully. Your frame slumps against the bed. Tired. Drained of everything it has to give.

He slowly pulls out of your abused little hole, watching the way it flutters around nothing. Watching the white mixed with red slowly drip out of it onto the rug. “Humans are such incredible little things…”

He smiles, shallowly dipping a finger inside your hole before popping it in his mouth. Just a little taste. “You did so good doll…” He pets your hair, gives you some sort of comfort after everything he’s done. It’s the least you deserve.

He moves your body into the bed with ease, pulling a blanket over your shaking form. A nap would be good right now. It’s always good to give humans at least one nap a day! Mhmm… and you seem like you could use one.

He moves behind you, wrapping an arm around your body from behind. Pulling you close to his chest. Making no mind to fix your clothes. This is good. This is right. It’s how it’s always supposed to have been!! Ah, and now he has all the time to make you understand that too. He’s so lucky. So lucky to have found such a good human.

“Night night dolly…” He whispers in your ear, brushing your hair gently. Coaxing you to sleep. “Let’s have a great day tomorrow too, yeah?”

Right. Cause this is forever. ♡

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"YOURE PREGNANT!!"

Buggy shouted in total joy, Jumping around the room as his body looked almost like an accordion at his odd movements- you sitting there in total shock.

You'd expected that the twins would be your first and last, not that you would accidently get pregnant again especially by the same idiot who had done it by accident the first time.

Your hands went over your face as the reality of 9 months of this set in- For Fuck sakes... You could t help but giggle and hug Buggy there in the doctors office, Both happy and in total shock by this all.

After this things moved all too quickly it seemed. Of course you two told the boys who had been both excited and apprehensive- Like most kids worried the new baby would replace them or take the father they just gained from them, which had to be explained wasn't the case and you and Buggy created a gameplan to help the biys adjust. Then came the crew, who decided to have a 3 day celebration and get absolutely shit faced- Buggy included.

Why you were indeed happy, incredibly happy infant you knew what was about to come. HORRIBLE PREGNANCY SYMPTOMS! WONDERFUL-

Your first trimester was filled with morning sickness, Poor Buggy being as kind as possible as he helped clean you up and find foods that wouldn't make you puke your guts out. The twins even doing their part to find nice teas and things that smelled nice for you to also not throw up.

During this time Buggy bought so much stuff- Most likely boosting the economy of the village single handedly as he had the nursery built in the cabin and on the ship, You and the boys having a fun few weeks decorating both areas.

By your second trimester the hormones kicked in horribly, that and cramps. However that's when something magical happened as well-

Buggy and you were laying on the bed, both of you quite exhausted. Buggy was tired from dealing with the twins all day while you were tired from the baby and fatigue that was hitting you like a fleet. Since the start of your second trimester when your baby bump had become far more noticable Buggy always has his hand somewhere on your stomach rubbing the growing bump.

"I need to find a better way of tiring them out..." Buggy grumbled, You nodding in agreement leaned against the man and truthfully you both without single damns. Buggy in some pink boxers while you leaned against his naked chest in a large shirt rolled up over your stomach and underwear.

"They are still worried- Maybe take them out sailing or something? I'm sure they would enjoy tha- Oof!" You yelp as a sudden jolt hit you, clearly aimed right under Buggys palm which make both of you jump in surprise.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned as he pulled his palm away from you quickly and looked at your stomach. You shifting and rubbing the exposed skin smiling at him.

"They kicked, ive been feeling 'em move but not kick yet. Here I'm sure they will give you another little kick" You say calmly. Buggy sitting infront of you quickly and placing his palms back on your skin, You shifting his palms to the perfect spot before another jolt ran through you and Buggy giggled like a child at this.

"Thats so weird feeling!"

His eyes sparkled at this as he sat infront of you rubbing your stomach and feeling his child move under his palm and occasionally kick. It was a truly precious moment for the both of you.

As for the final trimester... Pregnancy was never too kind to anyone- Especially you. It wasn't with the twins and it sure wasn't now-

Leaned against the counter you glared hard at Buggy- 60 damn days you're ass! Try 8 fucking months trapped in this God forsaken cabin with your mentally unstable partner, two 12 year old boys and your bladder being utterly destroyed by little feet.

Oh and of course- THE GOD DAMN CREW THAY DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED TO STAY WITH THEIR FEARLESS CAPTIAN TILL THE 'VACATION' WAS OVER!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Buggy questioned feeling the heat of your glare on his skin.

"I-..." You wanted to start Biting his head off but truthfully he had done nothing, you figured you were just emotional to the max at this point and the cramping didn't help.

"...I'm in pain-" You admit with a sigh, Buggy setting down his drink and walking to you calmly as he looked you over like he could spot your pain.

"Your stomach looks different" He said calmly, You shooting him a warning look.

"No shit it looks-" Buggy shook his head to stop you, "No its lower I mean, I think it's best we call the doctor" He said calmly, A shot of embrassment going through you at this point. Buggy truly had been giving it his all and learned from the doctor. With a chick trip from the Doctor and Midwife they confirmed you were in labor and got you set up to give birth in the cabin, The twins being taken to the Big Top with Cabaji while they waited for their siblings arrival.

"How are you feeling?" Buggy asked, Gently rubbing your back as you smiled.

"Not to bad actually- I'm glad you're here with me.." You say softly as another contraction shot through you.

At first it was fine- You'd been through this before. So it should be shorter and less painful this time around- Yeah No. You went from fine to screaming in pain very very quickly. Buggy sitting next to you trying to comfort you and get you through it- However the last thing you wanted was him there..

Which landed Buggy outside the house awkwardly, his crew also seated on different patches of grass as they flinched at every cry and scream that echoed out from the house and into the silent garden outside. You had kicked out Buggy 20 minutes ago, clearly just in too much pain to handle him at the moment and the doctor recommending him to try to return in 30 minutes. Which he did.

Truthfully he handled it like a champ once back in, holding your hand despite feeling like you were crushing it into dust and wiping the sweat and tears from your eyes. After a seven exhausting painful hours a shrill cry cut through the air as you slacked onto the bed. The doctor happily placing a little girl on your chest, now tears of joy running down your cheeks.

The doctors starting to clean her up as you admired her, looking to Buggy who was also crying.

You held the little girl in your arms, seeing her pink little face she had your facial features and (Y/H/C) hair like you but a bright rounded cherry nose/cheeks and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You saw Buggy stare in only awe as he felt tears hit his cheeks and he smiled.

"Shes.. shes.."

Your hand reached forward, Buggy thinking it was to caress his cheek or something gentle but instead you grabbed his neck in a iron grip- He squeaking in surprise as you pull him close.

"Buggy- This is the last... do you understand? Cause if the words 'I want another child' come from your lips ever again I am going to cut your dick off and throw it into the deepest part of the ocean. Do. You. Understand. Me" You said in the softest and kindest voice Buggy had ever heard, fear going through his system as he could tell you were dead serious.. maybe it was the lack of oxygen going to his brain or still the euphoria of the moment but he swore he saw literal hell flame in yours eyes.

"Clear- Crystal Clear" He wheezed, you releasing him so he could scoop up his daughter. He genuinely looked giddy at this point as he cuddled her close to his chest, you saw the anxiety just below the surface of his face as he stared at his daughter more her nose-

"Shes beautiful" You say softly staring at her from Buggy's arms.

"I won't let her go through what I did- I want her to feel special and perfect" He admitted, your eyes softening at his vulnerability as he kissed his daughters cheek.

"Im sure they will kn- Oof!- Fuck" You hissed in pain and flinched. The doctor peaked under the blanket quickly and called over the midwife who did a quick check. You wincing in pain as Buggy stared at you panicking and holding the now fussing newborn.

"(Y/N)?!" He said softly as another groan of pain left you. The midwife and doctor conversing quickly before beginning to prepare once again.

"It seems you're still in labor- Looks like another baby" He said proudly, Your eyes widening as you look at Buggy like you were prepared to kill him. The clowns face as white as snow making his face paint look dark at the realization of 2 sets of twins kicked in.

"Holy shit-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" You yelled as Buggy kept his daughter and rushed out quickly to show off his daughter and avoid your wrath of damning you to another set of twins.

Eventually he would return with your guys daughter and sat through another broken hand created by your labor. That night another little girl was brought in this world, the little girls being 8 hours apart and identical to her sister.

It was later decided after you had properly been cleaned up and not ready to murder Buggy their names. Buggy coming up with the names Ali and Ari respectively for his daughters.

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#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

[kiibichio]

PLAY DATE ✩ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt are friends w/ benefits, so he hits you up .. you walk to his house and have a “play date” !!

CONTAINS ;; matt x fem reader, sub&dom ! matt, fwb ! matt, pet names, oral (m ! receiving), use of y/n, unprotected sex, angst (?) near the end !! (that’s it i think??)

kiki speaks ;; okay so this was based on THIS tik tok because omg he’s soooo. but anyways… ENJOYY (also this is my first smut EVER so please excuse me if it’s kinda sucky) PART TWO OUT NOW!!

date published ;; 02.17.24

not proofread !!

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5:57 pm.

i lie in my bed, excruciatingly bored. watching some show that i have little interest in, when i get a text from one of my friends, matt.

“hey, are you free rn?” the text read.

me and matt had been friends ever since he moved to los angeles. i also got along with his brothers well, so we would always hang out and go places together. a few months after becoming friends with them, i broke up with my ex-boyfriend and got closer to matt.

one day, matt and i had a conversation and decided we wanted to try some things, so we hooked up. without feelings. which brings us here. friends with benefits. although i might just be breaking that ‘no feelings attached’ rule, but he doesn’t need to know.

“yea?? whats up?” i reply

“chris and nick are gone. come over?” he asks

“sure, just give me like 5 minutes” i sent back

finally. ive been waiting for his text all week. last time we spoke was like 4 days ago. i quickly put on some light makeup, a cute & comfy outfit, spray perfume and head out the door. the triplets only lived about 2 minutes away from me so, i could just walk there. which i did often and most definitely will do now.

once i arrive at the triplets’ home, i give the door a knock and it opens, with matt standing on the other side of it.

“hey matt-” i get cut off by him grabbing me by the waist and kissing my harshly in the doorframe.

“sorry. just couldn’t wait.” matt smirks, licking his lips while closing and locking the door.

“i can tell.” i spoke, a smirk crawling on my face too.

“c’mon. my room.” he demanded and grabbed my arm, dragging my to his room.

he brings me to his room and sits on the bed. i close the door behind us and walk over to straddle him.

“missed you, y/n. haven’t seen you in 4 days. ive been so busy-” he explains, holding my hips as i hover over him.

“shh.. matt we’re here now.” i speak before moving my mouth onto his, resulting in a rough, heated kiss, which turned into a make out. our tongues moving together in rhythm, exploring each others mouths.

i start grinding over his clothed cock, trying to gain some friction, letting out soft moans.

“hmm.. you like that, matt?”

“shit… yes- fuck” he breathes out

i continue my movements, going back and forth on him. i quickly slip my shirt and jacket off, matt following me and taking off his shirt as well. i unclasp my bra, matt took a nipple in his mouth almost as soon as i took it off.

“ah- fuck- someone’s impatient.” i groan out

“mhm..” he mutters

i feel his dick start to twitch under me, signing that he was close. i speed up my movements. he grabs my hips tightly and comes right on the spot.

“oh shit..” he moans

i move off of him and onto my knees, rubbing his cock through his pants.

“look at you, so fucked out already.. haven’t even gotten to suck you off yet.” i smile sinisterly

“don’t tease me, y/n.” he breathes

“oh don’t worry.. i won’t for long.”

i swiftly pull down his sweatpants and boxers and grab his cock. i kitty lick the tip then slowly lap a long stripe from his base to the tip before taking all of him between my lips.

“oh- god! mgh fuck- y/n.. don’t stop. shit!” matt moans out.

i bob my head up and down on his cock, letting out soft, quiet, noises, sending vibrations down it and making him shudder. my tongue hit every vein on him, very slowly. i continue my motions, making direct eye contact with him the whole time until i feel his dick start to twitch in my mouth.

“fuck, im close..” matt mutters.

“cum in my mouth, matt. i wanna take it all.”

with that, he shoots out white, thick ropes of cum down my throat.

“s’good for me, matt.” i tell him, sweetly, while standing up and taking my pants and underwear off.

“mhm…” is all he manages to get out while still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“now get on your back so i can ride you.” i say sternly, walking over to him

“yes ma’am” he chuckles under his breath

he moves to the middle of the bed, lying on his back. i hover over him, giving him wet, sloppy kisses all over his face and throat area. most definitely leaving marks.

i then lined him up with me and sunk down on him. when he bottomed out, we both let out a string of moans.

“shit matt..”

“oh you’re so good. fuckkkk”

as i take all of him in me, i wrap my hands around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck, waiting to adjust to his size. no matter how many times we do this, ill never get used to it.

once i was ready, i started moving up and down on top of him, trying to pace myself.

“mghh…. matt.”

“holy shit.. mm you’re so good. so perfect for me,” he whimpered, “taking me so good oh my god.” he continued to moan.

those words made me instantly clench around his cock as i bounced on it, speeding up my pace. the room filled with grunts, moans, curses and the sounds of our skin slapping.

my legs were starting to give out and my bounces got sloppier, matt noticed this and flipped us over. now we were in missionary, with him pounding into me relentlessly.

“oh fuck fuck fuck fuck matt” i managed to moan out

“yea.. mhm got tired after a couple of ups and downs huh?” he grunts

“ohhh matt shittt”

“that’s right, y/n. say my name. uh huh”

i came about as soon as he said that, but he kept going, chasing his high.

soon, his thrusts got slower, indicating that he was close.

“cum inside me, matt. i wanna take it.”

“oh fuck y/n. fuck” he groans, while his cum fills me up and falls on side of me.

we both lay there for a while, out of breath before matt speaks up.

“you can go now.. if you want.” he says

hearing that kind of broke my heart. i knew we weren’t supposed to have real feelings for each other but geez.. am i just some toy to him?

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

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kiki speaks (again) ;; urmmm I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THISSS UGH 😭 i hope i did good and you guys enjoyed but this is my FIRST EVER SMUT AND FIC SO GO EASY ON ME. i would also really love tips from other writers bc idkkk. but TOODLES !! (p.s. DO U GUYS WANT A PT. 2 OF THIS BC IK I KINDA ENDED W A CLIFFHANGER-ISH TYPE THINGY??)

tag list ;; .. empty for rn 🍵

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #youtube #youtuber

[sphylor]

For the kiss prompts, number 21 with Mountaindew if you wanna! Please and thank you 🖤

can i just say thank you so so much for sending this?? i havent been able to stop thinking about it all day KJNFHBS ive been tossing around some ideas in my head for a couple of months now but this helped me turn those into actual writing shjbfd also on AO3

21. …on a place of insecurity. (cw for body dysmorphia)

Dew picked up the pair of jeans he had tossed to the floor before going to sleep the previous night and stepped into them. They slipped past his calves and over his knees with ease as he pulled them up. When they reached the meat of his thighs, though, he had to shimmy them up a little. He did his fly up and turned to reach for a tshirt but paused when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Something felt off. He stepped closer, trying to figure out what it was. He looked at where his trousers met his waist and noticed how they dug into his pale skin, causing it to ever so slightly spill over the top of his jeans. He frowned. 

There was a knock at the door and the sound of creaking as it opened.

“Hey, firefly. Are you ready to come help me in the greenhouse?” 

Dew didn’t turn to greet Mountain, he didn’t even lift his gaze to look at the earth ghoul’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still fixed on the fat of his waist and his brain was filled with roaring static. His view of the mirror was blocked, though, as Mountain stood in front of him. Dew sucked in a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been withholding and looked up at Mountain

“What’s wrong, droplet?” The concern in Mountain’s voice echoed the expression on his face. 

“I-” Dew faltered. He felt stupid for feeling so weird about it. He looked down at the ground in shame. Except his gaze never reached the ground, it got caught again on his waist. 

Mountain followed his line of sight and smiled softly. “I see...”

“I gained weight, Mount.” Dew’s voice shook slightly as he said it and he felt even more pathetic.

“You did.” Mountain agreed. “I’m guessing you’re not feeling too great about it, though?”

Dew shook his head and Mountain hummed as moved to kneel before Dew.

“I can understand where those feelings might be coming from… May I touch you?”

Dew nodded and Mountain gently placed his hands on his waist. “Do you remember how thin you were when you were first summoned? I do,” the earth ghoul brushed his calloused thumbs against Dew’s soft skin. “Your hip bones jutted out so prominently,” he moved his thumbs to circle the bumps of Dew’s hips, delicately pressing into the small layer of fat between the skin and the bone. “And your stomach looked like it had never been home to a good meal in its life,” Dew shuddered as Mountain pulled a hand away from his hip to stroke down the gentle curve of his belly. “I thought you were the most beautiful ghoul I had ever seen. But I also didn’t know if you were gonna make it-” Mountain’s voice broke slightly as he looked up at Dew, who wiped a tear from his cheek before the earth ghoul could notice it falling. “I still think you’re the most beautiful ghoul I have ever seen. But now? You have never looked more alive.”

Dew didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed with emotions that he couldn’t even name. He tried to open his mouth to speak, to tell Mountain how much he appreciated his words, his whole existence. To tell him how grateful he was each and every day to have met him. But he could only manage to say one thing. 

“I love you.”

Mountain smiled, clearly knowing everything that those words meant in that moment. “I love you too, firefly. Each and every part of you.” He lowered his head to press a kiss into the softness of Dew’s stomach, his lips as soft as rose petals. He moved further up and pressed more kisses into his skin. Over old scars and new curves. Looking up at the mirror, he saw every so-called imperfection suddenly made perfect. He wondered if this was how Mountain, how everyone in his pack, saw him every day. Mountain worked his way up Dew’s body with his kisses until he reached his face, where he stood up, planted a kiss on the tip of Dew’s nose then backed away.

“Hey!” Dew frowned.

Mountain laughed lightly. “What?”

“You forgot a spot.” Dew pouted and pointed to his lips.

Mountain raised an eyebrow. “You’re still meant to be helping me in the greenhouse today, remember? I can’t just give you your reward for that now.”

Dew somehow managed to pout even more and Mountain rolled his eyes. He bent down and gave Dew a little peck on the lips. 

“A little taster, then. Just for you.”

Dew laughed and shook his head “I guess that will have to last me all day.” He threw on a shirt and quickly brushed his hair before putting it up in a ponytail. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror again. This time he smiled. Only a small one, but it was a smile nonetheless. 

The fire ghoul looked up at Mountain’s reflection in the mirror. “Hey Mount?”

“Yes?”

Dew turned around. “Thank you.” Mountain crossed the room and cradled Dew’s face with a large, warm hand. “Thank you for letting me love you as much as you let me.”

#dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #i have so many emotions over my own writing rn JHDFJB #cw body dysmorphia #Sphy's mountaindew posting

[shebreathedherlast]

Daughter of the Sea

Part IV

Masterlist

Back to the Beginning

Luke Castellan x f!reader

Summary: You, Luke, and Clarisse embark on your quest. You reminisce on how Luke and you became enemies in the first place.

Work Count: 2k

TW: Weapons, mean Luke, broken nose, blood, humiliation

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You, Clarisse and Luke had been walking for hours, and to make matters worse the bright sun was beating down on your back the whole time. Your body felt hot and the warmth of the flare in the sky created a sheen layer of sweat on your skin.

Looking over to Luke who was trudging forward despite the heat you couldn’t help but feel envious of his stamina. You and Clarisse trailed behind the Hermes boy barely having the energy to place one foot in front of the other.

Luke was now nearly out of sight and for some reason his stamina was starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it was cause you craved his endurance, or maybe because you wanted to prove that you were better than him, that was typically the case.

You wondered how the boy appeared to be good at everything. He could fight, he helped around camp, he mentored campers, he was social and everyone looked up to him. Luke Castellan was Camp Half Blood’s golden-boy but you knew that there was a certain something he was hiding underneath his illusion of perfection. He was certainly not perfect in your eyes.

Luke Castellan was a puzzle.

One you were determined to solve.

He was attacking you in the woods one day, taunting you in the most humiliating ways and the next he pretended that there was nothing wrong. Almost as if he hadn’t tried to break your am. He was an enigma, a mystery…but you always had a nick for playing detective.

In all honesty, you had no idea why he hated you. You didn’t understand what you had done to make him despise you more than his own father. On the other hand, you had every reason to loathe him.

You remembered your first month at camp like it was yesterday.

You were thirteen.

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After your mom and her boyfriend had shipped you off to camp you knew that your life would be living hell. And you were right.

Staying in the crowded Hermes Cabin was torture, to say the least. The unclaimed sons and daughters of the gods as well as the minor gods and even Hermes' children themselves all inhabited the cabin. You were the new camper. The one who was bound to be picked on.

You were the kid just thrown aside by their mortal parent.

Unwanted that’s what you were.

Nobody wanted you. Not your mom, not your so-called friends, not your godly parent, not even these other half-bloods.

In your mind it wasn’t as if the kids at camp hated you, no, it was more so that they didn’t want anything to do with you.

They simply didn’t care.

That was until a certain Hermes boy came your way. He was kind. He helped you navigate your way through camp. He acknowledged you. Throughout your whole life, he was the only person who made you feel seen.

He was even the first person who taught you how to hold a sword.

Yes, Luke Castellan was your first friend, but you know what they say: friends come and friends go.

And he went.

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You knew that Luke had only been a camper a little longer than you. You knew he was desperate for glory. He wanted to be respected- he wanted to be liked.

Like you, he wanted to be accepted.

Unfortunately, his desires cast an ever-dooming shadow on your friendship.

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Luke had humiliated you in front of the whole camp to gain the other campers as so-called “friends.”

He had led you into a clearing not far from camp. Luke claimed he had found some kind of amplified form ambrosia that would grant the consumer the ability to see who their true godly parent was.

It was then that he had exploited your biggest insecurity.

After you slipped a berry into your mouth, your body began to convulse. You remember how Luke’s eyes widened and his arms wrapped around your waist to study your swaying movements. But the small curtsy would do nothing to earn your forgiveness.

After your body grew accustomed to whatever Luke convinced you to eat, almost everything went blank. You didn’t know for months after the event what actually happened. And during that time, you still remained near Luke’s side - that was until five months later when Clarisse La Rue told you what transpired.

Luke had given you Magemenos Berries. They were rare fruits located on the border of the camp and everyone in their right mind knew to stay away from them. Everyone but you. The berries enchanted whoever consumed them to obey anything that the first person who saw them said.

Clarisse told you how Luke and his friends had messed with you. Commanding you to do ridiculous things in front of the whole camp. One of the boys near Luke prompted him to make you act like a mindless mutt.

“Crawl to me,” Luke commanded. “Crawl to me on all fours like a mutt.”

And you did.

His commands only became more ruthless and his words harsher.

But you still obeyed. You couldn’t resist the pull of the enchantment.

Luke’s friends had laughed and praised him, granting him the validation he so desperately craved.

You were the laughingstock at camp. For months people teased and belittled you. They called you: “Mutt” “Dog” and their favourite, “Luke’s Bitch.” It was humiliating. You had cried yourself to sleep many nights and when you finally got the courage to confront Luke about what happened, his friends were near him. They cackled at your presence, teasing you mercilessly. You remember the way your voice cracked when you asked him, “Is…-is it true?” Luke tore his gaze away from your wet eyes. “I-” he spoke before his friends joined in laughing and confirming every horrible story you heard.

Your eyes met Luke’s. Betrayed and humiliated, that’s what he had done to you. He looked remorseful but with a nudge from one of the guys with him, all sorrow disappeared from his features. He even had the nerve to join them.

He was your first real friend, but you guessed even that was fake too.

You took a shaky breath, composing yourself. All your emotions molding into one, anger. You turned your back to him, taking a step away from the group. Luke murmured something, almost out of hearing distance, but not quite.

“Mutt”

Luke had used you to get what he wanted, acceptance.

You heard those four letters tumble out of his mouth and you couldn’t take it anymore. All the humiliation, all the teasing, all the manipulation. In one swift moment, you had turned back to face him. The next moment you had curved your fingers into the palm of your hand, and swung.

Luke Castellan had betrayed, humiliated, and played you. In return, you punched him in the face. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

“Damn it,” he mumbled under his breath, “Why are you such a bitch”

You narrowed your eyes at him, spitting onto the ground beneath his feet. “I swear before the gods, Luke Castellan, I will always hate you for this. I will make your life a living hell. Anything you do, I’ll do better. Anything you want, I’ll get it sooner. Any respect people have for you will be mine. You are dead to me.”

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That was four years ago.

You and Luke never made up.

You went from friends to rivals, and rivals to enemies.

You would never let go of how he humiliated you, and you would torture his soul as long as you lived.

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“Come on guys. You two are so slow I could probably complete this whole quest on my own. I could even do it before the both of you made it up this hill.”

There goes Luke Castellan again.

Egotistical prick.

Clarisse just shook her head in amusement and rolled her eyes. Unlike you, she didn’t mind Luke, and most of the time they actually got along.

She picked up the pace and soon she was nearing the insufferable boy before you.

You still trailed behind, the sun made it too hot to move.

“C’mon, Chaos,” Luke yelled from behind the hill, “I thought when you were thirteen you promised that anything I do you’d do it better?”

You only groaned in response, annoyed, irritated, and too hot to think.

“Shut up, Castellan, I’m trying to think.”

You neared the hill, now seeing Clarisse and Luke below you.

“What in Olympus do you need to think about?” He questioned, “All you’re doing is putting one foot in front of the other.”

You were too exhausted to indulge in his meaningless arguing.

Breathing heavily you took step after miserable step, desperately wishing that a taxi service was closer than forty miles away.

When you finally caught up with the other two half-bloods you nearly fainted into Clarisse’s arms. You’re body sagged against her. You were sure she was as equally hot as you were. “Remind me why you chose me to come on this quest with you?” You asked the Ares girl, out of breath.

She chuckled as she pushed you back onto your feet, reaching into her backpack for something. Her hand retrieved a granola bar which you accepted gratefully. The two of you maneuvered your way to a birch tree nearby.

“Luke!” Clarisse called, “We’re taking a break.”

Luke who was still walking pivoted and sighed as he came closer to you and Clarisse.

You scoffed at his presence and the girl beside you only nudged you, telling you to, “be nice.”

And that was coming from the daughter of the god of war.

The Hermes boy leaned against the tree as you and Clarise sat down on the luscious green grass. You bit off a piece of your granola bar and Clarisse took a long gulp of her water.

Luke leaned over, dark curls were suddenly in front of you as he reached over for Clarisse’s backpack. “Hey, uh…do you have any more of those apple cinnamon granola bars?” He asked.

The Ares girl shook her head, signifying a “no.”

“You’re*,* Chaos, here is eating the last one as we speak.” She said.

Luke’s head turned to you, his face inches away from yours. A certain look in his eyes you did not like.

You knew what he wanted, and you were not going to give it to him. If he was any other person you would’ve maybe shared, but this was Luke Castellan, the worst half-blood out there.

You met his eyes, firm and dark, “No.” You stated, clutching the granola bar close to your chest.

A smirk curled his lips, “I wasn’t asking.”

And without a second to spare Luke had swiped the protein bar from your hand, and took a bite.

No wonder he was the son of the god of thieves.

“Castellan!” You exclaim in anger, pushing yourself upright.

He only snickered in response, “My bad, Chaos. You want it back?”

“It has all your saliva on it.” You pointed out, disgusted.

He nodded, “Mmm, just how you like it.”

You grimace, shutting your eyes in disgust. "Gross," you said under your breath.

Clarisse calls you and Luke from ahead. “Come on you slowpokes, let’s get a move on, shall we?”

You glare at Luke as you return to Clarisse’s side. “Castellan’s the worst,” You complain to her.

She sighs, “Well at least you two aren’t violently threatening each other like every other time you’re within fifty feet of each other.”

You scoff, turning back to glace at Luke behind you, “Believe me, I want to.”

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A/n I really hope to continue this series, I just feel so unmotivated to write.

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[trickstarbrave]

uhhh this was gonna be a series of flashbacks actually. but the first one was SO LONG i decided. fuck it. i think we get the jist of it. ive set the tone enough.

still the vivi au--vivienne from @mulberrycafe

VORYN REMEMBERS and oh boy its a bit of a sad chapter

but steren has one dad now at least. he knows hes not alone here, as much as he thought he was.

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It was late in the night and Voryn was up late in his office. It was such a common occurrence it was almost strange to note; it was a night like so many others. 

If only he knew how much his life would change that night

There was little work to be done in truth; Voryn was just trying to keep himself busy. It had been a habit of his for a few months now, just up late, looking for work to be done. The servants gave up trying to usher him to bed knowing he wouldn’t listen. He was afraid to sleep honestly--every time he laid his head on the pillow his thoughts drifted to the night he swore he’d forget. 

It was partially a blur, but the moments he did remember made him tremble with want. They had been up late drinking, talking about everything and nothing. And the next thing he knew he was scooting closer to Nerevar, a hand on his thigh, staring at his mouth. He blinked, and Nerevar was in his lap, holding his face. Another blink, and Nerevar was tugging him towards the bed, unable to pull his lips away from Voryn as they began stripping each other. 

That night shouldn’t have happened. They crossed a line they never should have. Nerevar was married, and while it wasn’t unusual for a king to take lovers especially in a political marriage, Voryn was in an awkward position to take as a lover. He was head of a Great House--one the general population of Resdayn viewed with skepticism and suspicion. His inclusion on the First Council was enough to ruffle feathers, and only really allowed because Nerevar shocked the public by allowing Vivec and Sotha Sil on it as well, who were much more controversial. If Nerevar took Voryn as a lover it would be seen as a huge conflict of interest, and any political gain for House Dagoth would be seen as corruption--the rest of the Great Houses would sooner believe Voryn got it by sleeping with their king than actually having negotiated for it properly. 

But Voryn couldn’t get it out of his mind. Every moment he could remember in his drunken haze seemed to be burned into his mind, gnawing for a chance to come to the front of his thoughts. When he kept himself working he could keep the thoughts at bay, but when it came time to sleep he got stir crazy laying awake, remembering the night Nerevar was his, if just for a few hours. 

He shouldn’t be thinking about it so much. It didn’t do him any good wishing for something he couldn’t have. If he dwelled on it too long he knew he would do something stupid; already it took every ounce of his self control to act as though nothing was wrong rather than grab Nerevar by the arm and kiss him. Every moment Nerevar’s eyes lingered on Voryn a few seconds too long, he couldn’t help but wonder if Nerevar felt the same way. If Nerevar wanted him back. If Nerevar might even lo--

The door to his office opened as a figure in a cloak entered, shutting and locking the door behind them. Voryn was pulled from his thoughts as he readied a dagger and spell, before the elf lowered the hood

“Nerevar?” Voryn asked. Why on Nirn was Nerevar here in the dead of night? 

The look in Nerevar’s eyes was only more cause for concern. He looked terrified, his hands trembling, eyes close to tears. 

“... Voryn,” Nerevar could barely croak out. Voryn’s mind raced; was Nerevar in danger? Had someone tried to assassinate him? Did someone take over Mournhold palace? Any number of things could be going wrong, and fear in equal measure raced through his veins and stung at his heart. 

“Nerevar, what is it?” Voryn stepped close, taking both of Nerevar’s hands. Decorum and proper behavior be damned, he was terrified as well seeing Nerevar so shaken. He was never this scared in war, so something truly horrible must be going on to shake him to his core. 

“I…” His eyes were still wide and terrified, only able to meet Voryn’s gaze for a moment before shutting tight, his breathing coming fast. 

“What’s wrong?” Voryn pulled him in closer, wrapping an arm around him. “Is it assassins? Are you injured?” 

“No,” Nerevar shook his head, trying in vain to steady himself as he clung to Voryn. “Voryn, I’m…” He swallowed roughly, his eyes shut tight. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

It took Voryn several moments for the words to sink in. 

It wasn’t a mystery Nerevar could, in theory, be pregnant. He had the anatomy for it. He had just assumed with all the magic changing his body it would be harder, and that regardless Nerevar would take care not to have a child unexpectedly. He knew it wasn’t a child born from his marriage--that was certainly impossible. But why was…

Voryn felt a chill run over him, a dread creeping in. There was one reason he could think of as to why Nerevar was here, at an ungodly hour of the night, to tell Voryn of all people in a panic. But he didn’t want to consider it--he couldn’t consider it. 

“I…” Voryn fumbled for words. “Who…?” He was internally pleading for Nerevar to tell him it was someone else. To tell him he had a different drunken tryst with Dumac or something. That he needed something to terminate the pregnancy and Voryn could separate himself from the situation. He wasn’t ready for the haunting thought creeping in on him, tickling at his mind in a way that both terrified him and brought some weird, twisted desire bubbling up in him.

“I’ve only slept with you the past year.” Nerevar’s eyes were pleading too, begging for Voryn to believe him. 

Oh gods. By the Three, Voryn felt sick--like he might faint and vaguely nauseous all at once. His stomach was churning and there was static in his limbs as it all sunk in. 

If having a drunken tryst with Nerevar was a scandal, this went well beyond that. He couldn’t even have Nerevar as a lover, how in Oblivion could they have a child?! 

Voryn knew the most logical step would be to terminate it. The world wasn’t safe enough for Nerevar and Voryn to have a child together. There were too many risks--Nerevar couldn’t say who the father was without causing a massive scandal, and there was a chance others would figure it out regardless. Even if they didn’t, how could the child be safe and happy when everyone in Mournhold questioned who their other parent was? 

But still, another part of Voryn didn’t want to do that. He couldn’t bear the thought. This was--this was the product of their love. A baby. A baby with the man he loved. Their baby. He tried to squash that thought to oblivion, but it kept coming, whispering in his ear as much as he tried to shove it away. 

“... Are you certain?” Perhaps this was just a scare; perhaps Nerevar missed a few cycles out of stress and got worked up that he was pregnant. It was possible--from the sounds of it he wasn’t sleeping with others much at all as of late, and he could be paranoid from their little night of passion just like Voryn was.

“I am,” Nerevar confessed, still hyperventilating. “I-I knew something was wrong,” His hand went protectively to his stomach in a way that made Voryn’s heart lurch. “I went in disguise to see a healer--I didn’t trust any of them at the palace.” Well that was at least one less person to take care of. If it was someone in the palace there was a risk they could be spreading it around already. He didn’t trust House Indoril--not with this. In fact he was going to have spies watching the healer Nerevar went to. 

“Here,” Voryn moved the both of them to the couch, sitting with Nerevar held close. “It’s alright, breathe.” Voryn didn’t know how reputable the healer was--but he could have his own healers look Nerevar over. They were discrete; secrecy was a core value of House Dagoth, and they knew the punishment if they dared to speak a word of it. Nerevar was trying to calm down though, trying hard to steady his breathing, but he was clearly struggling. He held Voryn’s arms so tight he was surprised they didn’t break. 

“What do you want to do?” Voryn asked, trying to keep his own voice calm and level despite his panic. Ultimately, regardless of what thoughts lurked at the edge of his psyche, this concerned Nerevar above all else. It was Nerevar who had to carry the pregnancy and give birth, and Nerevar who stood to lose the most. 

“I don’t know,” Nerevar confessed, his voice cracking from a suppressed sob as he bit back tears. “I don’t know what to do--!” 

“Neht,” Voryn held him by the cheeks now, stroking his face, “Breathe--I need you to breathe.” Nerevar’s breathing only got faster. “Panicking won’t do us any good; I’m right here to help you so,” Voryn cast a slight calm spell on his fingertips just to soothe Nerevar slightly, “Take a breath in,” Shakily inhaled, “And out.” An even shakier exhale followed. “Again.” 

After a few minutes of him helping calm Nerevar down, Nerevar was finally able to breathe properly, giving himself some time to think. 

“... I don’t know what to do,” Nerevar reiterated, this time more calmly. “I… I know it would be best to just… Get rid of it,” The hesitancy in Nerevar’s voice had Voryn’s heart beating faster in both anxiety and something else, “But I…” 

“I’ve always… Wanted a family.” Nerevar confessed. “I thought I never would after I married Ayem--she never wanted a child with me, even if we could have one.” A whole other mess in and of itself Voryn didn’t want to unpack right now. “I tried to give up on it, but…”

“Do you want the baby?” 

“I can’t.” Nerevar stressed, hand on his stomach. “I can’t want this, Voryn.” His shoulders shook slightly as a few tears actually fell from his eyes Voryn was quickly wiping away. “I couldn’t even protect the fucking nix hound you gave me, how can I protect a child?!”

The reminder of it stung; when Nerevar had just gotten married, Voryn had given Nerevar a young nix hound to keep him company. A hunting hound, a guard dog, a loyal companion, whatever Nerevar wanted. And gods did Neht love that nix, playing with her constantly, feeding her scraps under the table, sleeping with her every night. It was the happiest he had ever seen Nerevar. 

Until someone had killed her. 

Nerevar had gone on a rampage to find who, to get justice. It had been a political attack, no doubt. No one could hope to kill Nerevar, so they wanted to hurt him in any way they could. Maybe it was revenge, or maybe just pure spite and pettiness, but for a time it had broken Nerevar. 

Voryn knew all too well what fate might befall the child in Mournhold’s palace. An illegitimate child of the king? Who’s other parent was unknown? Who had no political backing except Nerevar? Every slimy, disgusting politician with a bone to pick with Nerevar would be drooling at the possibility of killing them. The Morag Tong would be crawling all over the palace looking for the child night and day, writs flying left and right. Nerevar could try all he liked to protect them, but he would be bound to slip up eventually. He was king, after all, and had duties to fulfill. Meetings to attend, paperwork to fill, agreements to negotiate, occasional battles and spats to oversea… Eventually the child would be out of his sight long enough to get hurt, and those few moments would mean their life would come to an end just as it began. 

“I can’t do this…” Nerevar ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it. “I can’t kill my child, but I can’t let them die--”

“Neht,” Voryn moved his hand to stop him from pulling, “I’ll raise them.” 

It was a thought he had after the nix hound, after all. If he had kept her, if she lived in Kogoruhn, none of that would have happened. Nerevar could come see her whenever he wished. She would be safe under Voryn’s control, far away in Northern Vvardenfell, away from the politics of the capital. 

Voryn could do the same for a child. Voryn would, if Nerevar would let him. If the child wouldnt be safe in Mournhold, he would keep them safe in his stronghold. He would hold them, love them, and cherish them. He would take the brunt of the scandal and speculation, knowing the other nobles already thought poorly of him. And he would ensure Nerevar’s child--their child--was always safe and looked after.

“You…” Nerevar looked at him, half confused and half… Something else. Something Voryn was terrified of naming, lest he do something foolish. Something so warm and tender in Nerevar’s eyes Voryn wanted to bask in it for all eternity. “How would we even…?”

“If you can hide your pregnancy, I will raise them.” Voryn clarified. “No one else has to know they’re yours. But they will be safe and loved here.” Voryn would be sure of it if it was the last thing he did. He would love that child more than anything else--with his entire being if he had to.

Nerevar thought it over, looking away slightly as he planned it all out. Voryn didn’t know everything that went on in Nerevar’s head, but he knew that look--one of careful consideration, the look he always gave when he was planning out what routes to take, measuring risks, and thinking of a new course of action. 

“... I can say I’m going on a pilgrimage to Azura.” Nerevar finally said, and Voryn nodded. It was a good solution--things had been awfully quiet in Resdayn. Almost suspiciously so, in fact. The dwemer hardly made a peep, not even to dispute mining rights like they had been the last decade. The Great Houses occasionally squabbled, but not enough that it required Nerevar there. If there was ever a time to go on a long pilgrimage as the champion of Azura, it would be now. And Nerevar went on them enough it wasn’t suspicious--certainly this one would be longer, but he often took them when he needed time to think and temper his emotions. Sometimes he would in fact look to Azura for guidance, but most of the time he just needed to get away from it all. 

“After I have them I can bring them to you--”

“No.” Voryn cut him off. “No, I will not have you wandering the country like that.”

“Voryn--” Nerevar’s brows furrowed, ready to argue. 

“Do you know how dangerous pregnancy is?” Voryn questioned him. “Any number of complications could come up that could kill you or our child.” Only later would he realize the slip of the tongue that he called the baby ‘ours’. But for now, not even Nerevar corrected him. “And even if nothing happens--even if you have a perfect, flawless pregnancy, there’s still too much risk having you out in the open.” Voryn was anxious just thinking about it. “What if someone saw you, heavy with child? They would tell anyone and everyone, until every damn noble in Resdayn knew. And if you came back without a child, they would want answers.” Disguises could only go so far, after all. People were bound to see him one way or another. “And that’s not even getting into you trying to fight while pregnant--” There were too many dangerous wild animals here too: cliff racers, wild guar, stray daedra, bandits--Nerevar could handle them no problem normally, but he didn’t like the idea of Nerevar having to fight while pregnant.

“What else am I going to do?” Nerevar questioned, and Voryn held Nerevar tighter. 

“Stay here.” Voryn couldn’t help the tender tone his voice dipped into. “You know House Dagoth is the best at keeping secrets.” They were spies and secret keepers for a reason, and to keep something hidden it was best to remove as many variables and potential witnesses as possible. “I can ensure only those who need to know will even know you’re staying here long term.” He moved some hair from Nerevar’s face with a gentle touch. “I can even arrange a faux lover, on the run in Resdayn after bedding me, and fake her death.” It would make the story all the more credible, after all. “And no one will ever know, except you and I, and anyone else who absolutely needs to.” 

He had expected Nerevar to fight more. Argue with him. Nerevar was headstrong and reckless after all. But instead all Nerevar did was stare up at him, shock and worry slowly giving way to something warm and tender. Relief and affection.

Nerevar’s arms wrapped tightly around Voryn as he buried his face in Voryn’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of being in Voryn’s arms. Voryn liked to think it was because Nerevar knew he was safe here--safe in Voryn’s embrace, safe in Kogoruhn… If nowhere else in Resdayn would be safe for him, Voryn’s homes and arms would always be. 

--

Memories came flooding in after that one. Memories of his anxiety during the pregnancy, the difficult birth, holding his son in his arms…

Nerevar didn’t have it in him to name him. He told Voryn as much through tears, trying hard to suppress any sobs. If he did, Nerevar told him, he’d never be able to let him go. So Voryn did the honors after Nerevar recovered and returned to Mournhold. 

Steren. Steren Dagoth. His son--their son, even if the public couldn’t know. He named him ‘star’, so that at least as far as he and Nerevar knew, Steren was theirs. 

Gods it was unbelievable the first time he held him--almost every other time afterwards too, actually. A baby--a little chimer infant, born from him and Nerevar. Even as Steren grew up he could see those big, shining blue eyes he knew so well from Nerevar looking up at him, that same toothy grin, that same little laugh.

He never told Nerevar he loved him. Nerevar never told Voryn either. It was perhaps better unsaid; they would fall to pieces if they spoke the truth aloud, knowing they were apart, but Voryn at least felt like Nerevar loved him. Nerevar had, after all, trusted Voryn with Steren. Trusted Voryn with Nerevar’s beloved child to raise and keep safe. 

If that wasn’t love, Voryn didn’t know what was. 

The first few months were hard. Voryn was able to find a wetnurse and sell the story convincingly enough. Nobles gossiped and flung insults his way, and his brothers threw a fit that he had a child out of wedlock, but the public didn’t suspect it was Nerevar’s child, which meant they were in the clear. The only issue was how hard it was for Nerevar.

Nerevar constantly came in in the dead of night, dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t ask, but Voryn always knew what he wanted, and led him silently in. To the servants he assured him the hortator was stressed from work and politics, but in reality he was coping poorly with being apart from Steren. At least here he could sleep soundly besides the baby, curled up on Voryn’s bed with one hand in his crib. 

Every birthday, Nerevar was there to celebrate. The cover was of course he was there for his best friend’s son--it would be rude not to celebrate! He played the role of a family friend well, a loving uncle to the most extreme, but Voryn knew how delighted he was that their son was well taken care of. And when Steren could talk, he was frequently fawning over the hortator, smiling and laughing every time Nerevar picked him up to ride on his shoulders. They would play and play every visit until Steren was exhausted, after which Nerevar would carry him to bed and tuck him in.

Voryn could see his life going like this for years and years. He made plans, named Steren heir… Wondered how he and Nerevar would tell him the truth. When he was older, he would be able to handle it, and already Steren was curious about his other parent. One day he’d know everything, but in the meantime Voryn was content to watch their little boy grow up; they could sort through that talk when the time came. For now he just wanted to make sure Steren had everything he needed and could ever want growing up--tutors, toys, and as much love and affection as he could ever need. 

Everything was blissful… So very, very wonderful, the happiest Voryn had been in his life, perhaps. 

Until he found out what the Dwemer were up to.

--

It was hot in Red Mountain.

So very, very hot. The lava bubbled below him as he charged magic attack after magic attack at the Dunmer. 

His hazy thoughts were filled with excuses, lost in the madness of the heart. He had told Steren he didn’t want to fight. He gave his son the option to join him--to reclaim his place as heir of House Dagoth, like Voryn had always wanted for him. They could destroy those murderers that ripped Steren away from his parents. They could crush the empire that used him. Most importantly, they could be together as a family. If Steren was wearing the Moon and Star ring, didn’t that mean Nerevar was there and gave him his blessing? And he fought like Neht too, with Neht’s own blade--

Even as he blasted him with attacks, he told himself it would be fine. He was disciplining their son who had bought into the lies of the false gods. It was tough love, nothing more. Even if his heart stopped, Voryn could bring him back--he brought back his brothers as ash vampires, he could do the same for his star. He would be better as an ash vampire, in fact, without that foul magic getting in the way of the divine gift he gave Steren. And after he was back at Voryn’s side they would bring Neht back as well.

His family would be in one place. His parents could love each other and him openly. Voryn was going to give him a whole country that was his right to rule, all the love he could ever need, and all the power he could ever want. The boy was just so dense, so lost in a sea of lies, Voryn had to be rough with him--

Steren hit the heart with the tools; how had he learned tonal architecture? Voryn didn’t have the chance to tell him--those damned false gods must have taught him.

“Stop that!” Voryn snapped, trying to blast him away, but Steren dodged it, sweat pouring down his brow.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded, but the hits continued. He could feel his mind… Slipping. His undead heart in his chest aching. He was being cut off from the divine source--

“Steren!” He pleaded, but the boy refused to listen, as Voryn hit him with one last attack, ready to kill him. Steren took the attack too, screaming with all his might, before coughing up blood. Voryn felt victorious at that--all he had to do was--

The last hit of keening and sunder came crashing down, and then he was unmade. He was no longer Dagoth Ur, but a mere shell. Rage coursed through him--he was going to make that boy pay. How dare he disobey his father? Voryn had done everything for him! Voryn sacrificed, lied, and fought for him! To protect him! To save him! How could he--

Voryn’s eyes snapped open at the ceiling as he plummeted to the lava. 

It was a scene he knew well, as he was forced to endure Dagoth Ur’s memories. He relived it often, only usually it was Nerevar who killed him, not… 

Voryn sat up next, wiping tears that were beginning to spill from his eyes. 

Oh gods. 

Oh gods he had been trying to kill him. His baby--their baby. Their little pride and joy, the proof of their love for one another and…. And Voryn was killing him. Ripping his organs to pieces with magic, cursing him, insulting him, forcing Steren to kill him just to undo that tragedy--

“Voryn…?” Nerevar asked, sitting up beside him. He was half awake, and took a moment to realize Voryn was sobbing almost uncontrollably. “Voryn? What’s wrong?” Nerevar asked again, this time a bit more awake and concerned. 

Voryn wanted to answer; he wanted to explain all that he saw. Steren was their son. Their little boy. Their sweet little child--the little chimer boy who tried to ride nix hounds as a toddler, who loved riding on Nerevar’s shoulders, who snuck sweets from the kitchen. Their son who had Neht’s laugh, his blue eyes, his mischievous little smile. The proof of their love--proof that it wasn’t just a drunken mistake that night but that they loved each other and trusted each other more than anyone--

He got up from the bed instead, making his way down the hall after tugging on a robe. He didn’t have it in him to explain right now. Come morning he could tell Nerevar what he saw, but right now he didn’t have the words. 

Voryn needed to see Steren--his baby, his son, his little star. The poor boy who had to kill him to free him. The poor boy he ruthlessly tried to kill in his madness, thinking he was doing the right thing. 

“Steren…” Voryn whispered, seeing the dunmer asleep. He had been propped up on a variety of pillows, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Even now the healers were giving him sedatives to help him sleep--he acted like the pain didn’t bother him, but Voryn could tell what a toll it had taken on his body and ordered medicinal tea to be given to him to help ease the discomfort and help him heal. 

“My little star…” How had he gotten so big? How had he grown so much? He was so small the day he was born… Such a tiny, precious little thing, crying his little head off as proof he was alive. Even as a toddler he was so small, so delicate looking, to the point Voryn constantly fretted over his safety and all the servants had to tell him it was normal for young children to run around like that. How was Steren already basically fully grown? Where was that little chimer who sat on his lap when he was working, watching patiently and smiling up at him as he got ink smudges on his fingers touching the papers when they were still wet and laughing? 

“Mm…?” Steren grumbled at being woken up, eyes cracking open. Voryn’s heart broke again, remembering the pain of fighting him in the heart chamber all over. Steren was injured because of him. Because of what he did. He may not have had control of his actions, but that didn’t make the guilt any less bitter or painful. 

“I’m so sorry…” Voryn whispered, bringing Steren into his arms. “I’m so sorry my little star…” Sobs wracked his body as he held him close, careful not to hurt him any further as he did so, stroking his hair. “Oh gods, my baby…” Voryn choked slightly. “I was trying to kill my baby…”

“Ata…?” Steren asked sleepily, and Voryn sobbed louder. 

“Yes,” Voryn’s hands tightened the slightest bit more, unable to control himself. “I’m here, little star.” Slowly, Steren’s arms wrapped around him as the other dunmer began trembling with his own cries. “I’m so sorry--I’m so sorry for hurting you, for leaving you alone--”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steren cried, clinging to him just as strongly now, “Ata, you didn’t know--”

“How can I not apologize?” Voryn pulled away enough to wipe the tears from Steren’s cheeks. “I… I was going to kill you. I was going to kill my little star, my baby…” There was no hint of resentment or hatred in Steren’s eyes either. Maybe if there was, Voryn would feel less terrible. He deserved the hate and resentment from Steren. “I left you all alone too… I swore I would protect and love you, and I left you alone…” When he died the first time in the heart chamber, he felt like the worst man alive. He had left his son alone in the world, watching as the others killed Nerevar. Their son would grow up without parents, without protection, without love--Voryn didn’t even know if the Tribunal would let their son live, yet no matter how much he tried to force himself to move, he couldn’t. He bled out there, helpless, begging to the gods that Steren live…

“Ata…” Steren didn’t have any proper words, instead curling up into his chest sobbing, clinging to him with all his strength. He sobbed and babbled incoherently, all the while Voryn soothed and held him. 

Then, Nerevar came, sitting beside the two of them, wrapping his arms around both of them. He knew Nerevar didn’t remember yet--if he did he would no doubt be crying with them, but he still held them both, rubbing Voryn’s back with one hand.

“We’re here, Steren.” Nerevar assured him, stroking his hair. “We’re here.”

#steren #steren nerevarine #nerevoryn #my writing #vivi au #hurts just a little. :)

[rodolfoparras]

So yesterday marks the very first time I’ve posted a fic on here

I had written fics before but this was my first ever 18+ fic

Before I started writing for the cod fandom I had stuck to reading cod fics on ao3 specifically price pieces and I rmr one day wanting to read a fic where price teaches reader how to smoke cigars but I just knew there wasn’t an x male reader piece around so I decided to write it myself

I spent a month researching how to write smut trying to get a proper feel of price’s character and translate those very same traits into my own fic

And when I was completely done with it I almost didn’t post it but I did and I believe in one day I got 200 notes which was insane. I didn’t know how active people were on tumblr I really just wanted to create a price piece and do what I love which is writing

The next piece took 3 weeks before I posted it mostly because I was picking and poking at it but then I told myself you know if I’m going to be running a writing blog I have to write more often

So I pushed myself to write more often and back then I had just started to become fixated with price so I had plenty of ideas at hand

Slowly but surely I started to post more and more pieces and my blog started to grow. From April to maybe June month I had gotten two requests and maybe one ask where it was an anon who was just interested in talking to me and I rmr feeling over the moon about it

And then June month I started to grow rapidly like I really was there like whats going on 🧍🏻 i rmr the writers i looked up to became mutuals with me and i genuinely couldnt believe this was happening.

june- september i felt myself become more confident in my writing and i started to write like every 2-3 days and that’s when so many of you guys joined my blog and i rmr just being surprised that so many of you wanted to talk to me and that i went from one anonie to having a little council of yall

then november - February came around and that period is usually the worst for my mental l health but writing and having you guys show so much love not only for my work but also and it genuinely helped me so much

now its been a year of writing fics and im just really appreciative

also its so cool to be able to see how much ive grown how i went from spending a month on writing a fic to being able to produce pieces im actually proud of in the span of 3 days it's also fun to see how much knowledge ive gained by just writing like ill find myself reading pieces and im able to see minimal adjustment i can make that while make the scene flow whiles before id be questioning my grammar in every sentence

so what i want to say with this yapping is thank you guys and if youre someone who wants to get into ff writing pls do so

at first you'll feel like a weed in a garden but as times goes on you’ll realize how much you and your work has made the garden bloom🫶🏻

#not writing #this is just me yapping

[blingblong55]

Send Me On My Way- 141

A/N: Okay but please tell me you also don't see this song fitting for this one!?

Based on a request:

Ive seen your 141xf1 fic bestie I know you do weird(and also amazing) crossovers so i have one for you How about 141xsailor!reader Not like a pirate but a competitive sailor, like they race and take a part in regattas Feel free to ignore and have a great day Idk how to comment on the stuff you wrote me about the sailor request so im just gonna leave it here :] Im fine with the reader being rich, i honestly though of it as a family thing, generation after generation of competitive sailors but needles to say that rich kid option is easier I love the thought of the reader teaching them though, amazing, stunning, beautiful I also honestly admire your work, mate, the shit that you have to put into it, and you do it for FREE Anyway, thx for everything, stay safe and take care of yourself mate ❤️❤️❤️

GN!Reader, sailor!reader, competitive sailor!reader, posh(wealthy)!reader, fluff?

Since you can remember, your family has participated in regattas. It has been a sport your family has carried through every generation, it started with your great-great-grandfather by The Whitsunday Islands. And now as an adult, you have found yourself teaching Kyle and his three other mates.

Soon you learned Kyle was nicknamed Gaz. Soap and Price let you in on the story behind that. As the five of you headed down to the perfect spot for them to learn how to learn the way of the waters in your small but amazing sailboat. Ghost was in some rather comfortable trousers, Gaz in the most fitting outfit for such time, Price and Soap in a more relaxed attire than you or the others. Those two are in for a treat, that is for sure.

The men are all excited as they board the sailboat, you helped them all, mainly because they were nervous and you teased them too much to make them feel this way at the moment. As you helped them put on their vests and gave them a rundown of what each rope was meant for and how they could control it, they seemed less nervous.

Hours went by and the four men had the hand of it, that was until a gush of wind that was too strong for them almost flipped you all over. The men did their best until Soap lost balance, tried to hold onto his captain and soon they were overboard. "Soap!" Price said, Bonnie hat floating away. "Sorry sir but I was falling."

"You didn't have to drag me down!"

The three of you on board laughing, Ghost took a picture and will be using it anytime Price dares to brag to the soldiers at base about today. Gaz had to sit down after watching Price get back in, not because he was exhausted but because he laughed too hard his stomach hurt a little. For hours, the five of you sailed the waters, enjoying the peaceful moment. It was something new amongst the four soldiers, having such a peaceful moment that you brought upon them. After the laughter and the shared stories and the booze, silent feel upon you all. Ghost sat on the edge, and placed his hand in the water as you guided them back to land.

Gaz sat by you, watching what you do. It was like seeing younger you all over again. Waving the trophy as he watched your family win that year. Then back when you were 24, watching you from land you gained places, winning over the other solos in the water. That was something he admired from you, no wind or bad weather seemed to affect your mood or readiness. Price envisioned himself doing this once he retires, maybe bringing the other three men along him and who knows maybe you'll even join them.

Five months after that memorable moment, the four men watched as you, once again won. They felt normal like their hands were clean and their guns were non-existent when they were in the crowd. Maybe there is a life after the war they go through each mission.

Tags: @agasawit

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[blueberryfruitbat]

so. out of the blue (haha) but brain has been ROTTING over my OCs as of late. and i might be drawing a few in the upcoming weeks eheheheheh... This lad is a very old OC and anyone interested about his history can read under the cut if they want... Content warning: Art from when i was a stupid little teenager.

So... This is Calian, a Zelda oc ive had since i was 15 not even joking. Back during a playthrough of Twilight Princess a friend and I made a joke about some random dude being the opposite of link in that game. Just an evil asshole who got twilighted into being a cat, then it devolved into a complete joke character of an evil Ganon obsessed catboy mage that just HATED everyone's guts.

His original design made in like 2016. So fast-forward to 2017, BotW releases in my birthday month! I get it on my Wiiu because that friend and I swapped Skyward Sword and BotW since they didn't have a Wiiu but got it from a friend. Botw introduced the Yiga, and BOY did i jump on that concept, i already had a very evil, loyal to Ganon OC just sitting there, so boom, man became a Yiga.

Artfight Ref from ~2018

from there I finally started developing his story. He started becoming more than just "heehoo evil catboy", he became a what used to be a Sheikah (Sheikah design has been lost to PC changes, but did at one point in his life have the white hair. As well as his name now fitting the Sheikah's naming scheme of fruit and vegetables, [Calian = Scallion]).

He was completely absorbed and obsessed with unlocking long lost magic from the golden ages of Hyrule. Going mad into his studies so much so he began using unpracticed magic on himself turning him into the heehoo catboy. He was caught practicing this magic and banished because he had become immoral in his pursuits, willing to test magic on himself and others with little care. Eventually finding a place in the Yiga clan to carry out his studies,

Then for a while thats just how he was for a bit...

THEN TEARS OF THE KINGDOM CAME OUT AND GAVE US ZONAI AND MY FURRY ASS BRAIN LOOKED AT THEM AND WENT "WELP CALIAN IS THAT NOW."

Recent Design 2023 His story basically stayed the same, just now instead of being obsessed with general magic he became obsessed with the Zonai. Craving their magic and godly power he strived to meld his body into that of one to obtain even just a fraction of their power. While he succeeded in changing physical form into a Zonai he lacks many of their defining characteristics, such as the third eye and those long sought godly powers. Though his physical change still gave him a kind of power, while not being as strong as a true Zonai he still has passable magical skills that when not under much scrutiny can easily fool the untrained eye. Allowing him to pass himself off as a real Zonai and gain power and favor in the seedier parts of the Yiga. After all, its easy to pretend you're a part of a long gone race when barely anyone remembers them and their full capabilities, just make a few objects float and scribble some runes, its enough to convince a few meatheads you're the genuine article.

#my art #long post #loz #loz totk #zonai #zonai oc #original character #character design #oc #character development #legend of zelda #loz oc #calian #batty babbles #oc art #oc development #oc lore #my oc #oc ref #also he is the biggest fuckin' simp for ganondorf like man is not ok please help this furry boy

[offshore-brinicle]

One thing I've noticed that may or may not be important in C6 is the different ways Dante and Heathcliff react to insults.

Heathcliff displays his anger quite clearly, even more so towards those with little to no power over him. Dante tends to either immediately pivot over to trying to make a joke about it, staying silent, or changing the topic [like how with Caiman, they were like 'thx for not murdering her' instead of adressing the things she actually says].

This may pose an issue during the canto, esp if Dante wants to try and help Heathcliff before he could potentially spiral into become more like his book version. And given the title, I'm unsure how much they'll be able to do with what little reference they have in terms of this sorta stuff. We're, what, six months into this whole thing in-verse? That's not exactly a lot of time.

I do think C6 will be what makes Dante really look back at the other sinners, and try to understand them beyond first impressions, especially considering just how much Heath alone has changed up til now.

Plus, I think Rodya and Hong Lu will have some Moments, and a sullen look or two from Sinclair or Outis wouldn't be unexpected.

Honestly, I see this very possibly. Canto V was essentially the start of Dante actually being an active force in aiding the Sinners, after somewhat trying and failing with Sinclair back in Canto III and then not being particularly relevant in Yi Sang's journey and growth in Canto IV compared to other parties involved to then them being a huge factor in Ishmael's realization and her changing her mind in favor of a better path for herself by actively reaching out. It feels like things have been progressively getting better but taking in count Heathcliff's lifelong abuse and the comments in Yield my Flesh hinting that from now on is when the "actual" plot begins makes me feel like next chapter won't be as...easy or straightforward, they might potentially even fail to gain the Golden Bough.

Heathcliff himself has been dismissed so much by the others lately that it feels...intentional, as a friend of mine @/ishcliff has gone more in-depth into that, which will probably end up being the point of conflict this time as he drifts away from the others.

Another interesting example of how you mention Heathcliff's changes is that Meursault is also showing subtle changes himself for example, from talking about his mother unprompted to purposefully not telling on Aeng-du dragging Kim away despite being scolded for not commenting on Sinclair's panic attacks in III, so I wouldn't be surprised if there is more pre-Canto character exploration like you mention, and even more how that character growth will contrast with what's to come, even for Yi Sang who's character arc isn't exactly "complete" despite his breakthrough in Canto IV because the story of the League of Nine still isn't fully untangled and he states this as being his personal resolution to Dante from now on and he still hasn't actually confronted Gubo and then you have the reveal of Rim and Young-ji possibly still being alive and around somewhere

Even in Yield my Flesh again we also had the mention of how Don Quixote has become less reckless and then in V when Rodion pulled Ishmael to the side...and the Sinners have also become aware of the pattern of each one of them having their past exposed and being tested during their journey, so with Dante also wanting to grow close with everyone else and slowly forming that resolution to watch over them and stay by their side I wonder how this will all come to the forefront and how trends will be broken from now on

Thanks for the message! It's all very interesting things to ponder on and speculate, I cannot wait for Canto VI genuinely

#project moon #limbus company #lcb Dante #Canto VI speculation #and general speculation I suppose

[moonstone01]

When I Get my Hands on You

MoonKnight 

Marc Spector x Female Reader (Hint of Steven Grant)

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (with Marc) , angst, fluff, a little bit of a praise kink I guess? Fingering, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking?  

A/N: LOL, I got 200 notes on my last smut, at least SOME people read it. So I wrote another and after a lot of procrastinating, I have finally accomplished this. I hope this one is good if not better because I actually tried on this one, enjoy. 🥰

You have been married to Marc Spector for four years now. You both met each other shortly after your father died. It was not very long before you started to fall for him, and he fell for you. Eventually, he told you about his deal with Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. How he would have been dead if he hadn't made that deal with him. He also eventually started to bring you along on his adventures- after you begged him to take you and snuck yourself into his battles -and you both fought well together, as a team. However, three months ago, he had disappeared from your life all of a sudden, without a last goodbye, without a warning. A normal person would think he ran away with another woman, that is, if you both were normal. No, the normal for you both is the constant threat of knowing anything can happen, almost always potentially life-threatening. So when you decide to call, after so many days and weeks of trying to contact him for what seems like the millionth time, and he picks up, you are in a state of frenzying panic. 

“Yeah?” he says calmly into the phone. 

“Oh my GOD, you're alive.” you say relieved, laughing crazily at the thought that he's okay.

“Yeah, I'm alright” he says almost..unbothered? No, unknowingly. 

“Ive been texting and calling for MONTHS-I thought something bad happened to you, why didn’t you give me a sign you were okay-where have you been?” you spit out quickly, the realization has set in. Your husband of four years, who had suddenly disappeared three months ago, has finally given a sign that he is alive. He is okay.

“I’m sorry..umm-I just found this phone in my flat, and I’m tryin to figure out whos it is” does he have some sort of memory loss? How could he forget me? That does NOT sound like Marc. No, this HAS to be him, he would never leave his only form of contact with me in some strangers apartment, you think to yourself. This is your husband, you know it. You can feel it. However, you are very confused.

“Wha-what is with this accent? What is happening right now?”

“I-I’m sorry, who do you think I am?” you think this has got to be some joke. Maybe a trick. 

“What do you mean WHO! What is wrong with you Marc?” you shout into the phone. 

“...What did you just call me? Why did you call me..Marc?” he answers back suspiciously. After he says this, you are suspicious of this whole phone call. The accent, the apparent unfamiliarity in his voice, you need to find him, and now that he turned his phone back on, you can finally track it. The both of you are silent on the phone when you decide it would be better to just hang up and start the process of tracking his phone. You hear him start to ask “hello?” but you hang up before he can finish. So, you start tracking his phone. After quite a few minutes, with the skills you've gained over the years of tracking down bad guys for a living, you find out he is in London. Two blocks away from where we used to live. 

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After you track his phone, you make your way towards his location. You are determined to find him, you’ve waited and waited for a sign that he’s okay, and now that you've got it, you are on a mission. All you can think about on your way is the memories you have made over the past four years. Never in your life have you felt this way for anyone the way you do for Marc. One of the memories in particular you hold onto dearly is when Marc got you a scarab necklace for your second anniversary. You both had just got back from a date, a little off from the wine you had been drinking at the fancy restaurant he treated you to. You both stumbled into the apartment while laughing.

“Wait here” he told you with a smirk, you expected something else, but what he did surprise you with was even better. 

“Close your eyes” he shouted from the bedroom, you laugh and cover your eyes. You hear his shoes hit the ground as he walks over to you. 

“Oookay, open-um” It was a necklace with a golden chain, and the scarab beetle that hung from it was blue and gold, and it was beautiful, probably expensive too. It was so special it caused tears to prick in your eyes because of the significance it had. Your father used to call you his “little scarab”, and Marc had bought it in memory of him. 

“Aaand look at the back” he says as he flips it for you to see. You lean in to read what it says, eyes glazed over from the alcohol and the tears that have threatened to spill. There are those significant words written in cursive writing. 

My little scarab. 

Maybe it was the wine, the genuine love you felt for Marc, or the heart aching feeling of missing your father so much- or maybe a bit of everything combined -but the tears were flowing. He helped you put it on as you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he wiped them away with a loving smile. He kissed both of your cheeks, probably tasting the salty tears, before finally kissing you slowly on the lips. Passionate and loving, the only words to describe that night. 

However, your head snaps back to the memory of the last time you had seen him. He looked tired. More tired than you have ever seen him. That day, you told him you were going out to get the both of you some food, because your poor husband looked like he was at his breaking point. Khonshu is going to work him to death, you think as you walk to a local store. It probably took you about forty five minutes, between the walk there and back- and the indecisiveness at the store -but you ended up getting him his favorite sandwich, two bags of small chips, and a drink. (Also getting the same package of food for yourself.) However, upon your return, you called for his name. 

“Marc!” you announce into the apartment you shared, bags crinkling and keys jingling on your way in. No answer. You set your stuff down and head towards the bedroom. He might be sleeping. You peak your head in. The bed is made, no sign of Marc. 

“Maarc” you draw out, heading towards the bathroom, however, you stop when the door is open and the light is off. Did he leave? Where could he have possibly gone? I told him I was getting us food. You pull out your phone and try to call him. Straight to voicemail. You try to call again. Straight to voicemail. You text him. 

Marc, where are you??? I told you I was getting food, you need to be in bed. As you send this text, it doesn’t send. You have figured out that he has turned his phone off. 

Where is he? Maybe Khonshu needed him. That is probably exactly where he's gone off to, you reassure yourself. You decided it would be better to wait it out and maybe he’ll come back, but you can’t shake the feeling something is off. Three days later, and after no text or call, you start to really panic, restless at the thought something bad happened to him. That off feeling being right. You spammed his phone like no tomorrow for hours the first week he left. Soon, your panic somehow got dimmer, as you were causing yourself so much stress to the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep and fits of mental breakdowns set in for the first month. This was your husband, he could be dead, and the thought of losing him without closure, just like your father, tore you from the inside out. So this brings you to the present, on your way to find him. He’s not far, maybe a twenty minutes ride. But, as you are driving towards your destination, a man makes you halt your bike as he stumbles out and falls to the ground. Oh my god- it’s Marc.

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You have taken a liking to Steven. The man who fell in front of your bike was not Marc, but Steven. You’re not sure how long Marc has really had him as his companion, but he sure as hell was good at hiding him. He is a lot more honest and certainly seems a lot more caring then Marc after what he has put you through recently. On the rare occasion Marc does front, you are arguing. So, as you and Steven are traveling to Ammit’s tomb, after the absolute craziness that Steven just caused to the sky, you are talking about Marc. 

“So, how’s Marc?” you ask in a sarcastic way. 

“Oh, he’s wonderful” he says looking towards the side mirror, you have figured out that only Steven can communicate with him via a reflection, and vice-versa. 

“You know, I still don’t know why he suddenly up and left” you say looking towards Steven. He’s quiet for a minute, Marc probably saying something smart. 

“...I’m not sure” Steven says, looking at the mirror. You can feel him looking at you when he is about to say something when you suddenly push on the brakes a little bit too hard when you come across the large cavern that leads to Ammit’s tomb. You both grab your things and begin your walk. When the site comes into view, you both head for the tents for supplies. During your search, you can hear a bit of commotion coming from the tent Steven is occupying, you know they're arguing. When you get the supplies needed for your descent into the hole to the tomb, you start to strap up the harnesses you both need to make the way down. You help him with his as he goes stiff from your touch. 

“I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this'' he says looking up as you smile at his excitement. Your hands are around his area, so he's trying not to look at you as you tighten his harness. 

“For the adventure, I mean” as he realizes what could be implied by what he said. You make your way up towards his face, you're close. 

“I know” you say softly, and saying fuck it in your mind and going for a kiss. 

“-Marc said…that he left to protect you from Khonshu” he quickly says, making you stop from kissing his lips. You look at him confused. 

“He told me you were his next avatar after him” he states finally. 

“Well…I don’t need protecting, and the least he could have done was tell me, and be honest” 

“Yeah…” he says not knowing what to say. 

“But you are honest Steven, and that’s what I need, honesty”

“I’m honesty” he says almost as a question. You laugh at his awkwardness. 

“Yes, Steven, you are honesty” he then grabs your shoulders and unsurely makes his way to your lips. The kiss is slow, and it sends a shock through your body. You really are kissing Steven and not Marc. You feel like Marc is watching you, and you sort of feel guilty, so you pull away and smile at him, then turn around to hook your harness up. Meanwhile, Steven is looking at you with awe as you jump down into the abyss. You hear a commotion up on the ledge, and moments later after you marked your fathers symbol, Steven came crashing down. 

“Oh my God, Steven are you okay?” you rush over to him, he fell about 10 feet so that must have hurt. 

“...Yeah, I’m alright” he says as you help him up. 

“Marc uuh… Marc saw that” he adds slightly laughing not in humor, but worry. 

“Good” you say as you begin to walk away towards the rest of the tomb, but the curiosity of Marc makes you stop. Usually you let it go because you don’t want to get involved with Steven and Marc’s disputes, but this one is about you. So you turn back around. 

“Steven?” 

“Yeah?” he responds while taking in the architecture of the tomb. 

“What exactly did Marc do?” you ask curiously. You sort of feel bad for kissing Steven when you are still married to Marc, but what does he expect to happen? His alter is the sweeter version of him, just with the same appearance. You can’t help but feel smug at the anger you might have caused him after the amount of anger and frustration he has caused you. Marc has always been possessive of you, but not in a controlling or toxic way. More in the way that he would kill a man if he tried to hurt you, and he has proven to do so before. 

“Um- well- he punched me in the face” he says a little bit hurt. 

“Are you serious?” you're surprised he punched basically himself in the face over a kiss. 

“Yup…and then he threw me down the hole” he states matter-a-factly. You can’t believe him, poor Steven. You see Stevens head snap to the wall beside you, there is a slight reflection so you know it’s Marc. Steven’s eyes go a bit wide when he apparent;y hears what Marc had to say, and then they go to yours. 

“What? What did he say?” you ask, with the way Steven reacted your curiosity peaked. 

“Um-I-I’m not sure if I want to repeat that” he laughs out nervously. “He was talking specifically to you” your eyes squint in confusion. 

“Just tell me Steven, obviously if it’s meant for me he wants me to hear it. 

“Uh, well-he said ‘I swear to God, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, you’re my wife, not Stevens’” he says shyly at the dirty words coming out of his mouth. At this you can’t help the blush that comes to your cheeks because Steven had to listen to that. This is the side of Marc you have yet to mention. 

“Um…well, Marc, if you actually cared to comfort and be honest with your wife, maybe i wouldn’t be Stevens wife” Steven blushes at this and his mouth slightly goes open. You look at Steven as you see an opportunity to piss Marc off even more. So, you grab Stevens head and pull him down to your lips. This time, you make the kiss passionate and full of tongue and Steven can barely keep up. Then, you can feel the switch. He immediately takes over the kiss and launches one hand up to your neck and the other grabs your hip and harshly pushes you against the wall. He picks both of your legs up and you immediately jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he rips his lips off of yours and starts to violently suck at your neck. You moan slightly when he reaches a spot on your neck he knows you like, you can feel his smirk against your neck as he slips his hand under your shirt and grabs your breast tight in his hand. He starts to grind his hips into yours and you can feel his hard-on slightly through his jeans. You hold onto his back as he continues to work on your neck, mouth slightly open and eyes hooded because you can’t remember the last time he has touched you like this. He drops your legs back onto the ground as you watch as he lifts up your shirt enough for your bra to be exposed, and he trails open mouthed kisses down to your lower stomach. You stare as he looks up at you through hungry, lust driven eyes, he smirks against your skin when he sees how flustered you are. You grab the back of his curls when you suddenly feel him stop and his eyes widen. He jolts up and stumbles back while he looks at you. It’s Steven. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t doing that” He says panicked, not knowing what had just happened in those few short moments. You know Marc did that on purpose, and you know he’s thinking all smug to himself: now who’s wife are you really? 

“No” you say a little bit breathless “it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it” 

“Okay, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, y/n” you smile at him as he makes sure you’re okay. Steven is the sweetest person, yet you can see Marc in him even though they are two very different people. 

“Really, it’s okay Steven, let’s just…continue” you say, meaning continue what you came here to do in the first place. So you both continue on, pushing the sort of awkward moment to the side. 

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It has been a week since you guys ended up saving the world from Ammit’s release that would have killed millions and successfully releasing Khonshu from being imprisoned in stone. No big deal. Marc also was finally set free from Khonshu's deal, so you had plenty of free time with both Marc and Steven. However, tonight you and Marc have finally made it back to London, and you both are rushing back home. 

“You know, I didn’t leave you because I wanted to y/n” he says turned to you, you both hurrying hand in hand towards the apartment. You look up at him, as if asking him to go on. 

“I did it because I wanted to protect you- and I know I should've been honest with you -but I was also worried you would leave me if you found out about Steven” you LOVE Steven, and you would never leave Marc because of him. 

“You know I don’t need protecting, Marc” he looks back at you as you say this, both still rushing back to the apartment, in a borderline speedwalk. The both of you are a bit breathless from your chase towards the apartment. 

“Yes, you do, y/n” he says with an eyebrow raised. You can’t help but smile at him because whether you like to admit it or not, you do love that Marc would do anything to protect you. So you shut up and hurry along the busy streets of London back to technically Stevens place. And when you arrive, Marc fumbles for the keys and quickly opens the door. As soon as he opens the door he grabs you and pulls the both of you and kisses you, as you both blindly fumble to close the door. It’s dark in the apartment, other than the blue illumination of Gus’s fish tank, making you both stop to look at each other in the slight blue light. He grabs your cheek and caresses it as he looks at you from your lips back up to your eyes with a loving, but lust filled demeanor- almost a look of neediness. He begins to walk you backwards towards the bed, as his face forms a smile that you rarely got to see from him the months leading up to the disappearance. You bump into a stack of books on the floor causing you to slightly lose your balance and both of your gazes fly to the interruption. 

“Damn it Steven, do you ever clean this place up?” Marc asks jokingly into thin air as you both laugh as he pulls you into the warmth of his lips once more. Steven probably said some sarcastic response in return, but the both of you could care less. You finally reach the bed and he pushes you to sit at the very edge. He swiftly lifts his shirt and throws it somewhere, and you barely have time to view your husband's body before he is grabbing at your shirt. You lift your arms so he could remove it for you, and as soon as the piece of clothing leaves your body, he leans down as he grabs your neck and pulls your lips to his, he really can’t get enough. Both of your hands fumble for your pants, he uses his free hand to unbutton the jeans you have on as you work them off your legs, not wanting to interrupt your lips from moving against each other. After you have managed to kick your jeans off, he grabs at one of your breasts through the padding of your bra as he applies slight pressure around your neck. You let out a slight moan, in turn causing him to run his hand that palmed at your breast down your side, and slide down your stomach. He reaches the panties that really weren't your best pair, but not the worst he's ever seen you in. His finger slowly teases at your folds through the fabric, causing a smirk to appear on his face through the kiss as you open your legs for him. He breaks the kiss and drops his hand on your throat down to your thigh to hold your leg open slightly to watch as he starts to circle your clit, achingly slow. You bite your bottom lip as he purposefully goes slow, causing you to inhale sharply and move your hips to get more friction on his fingers. He laughs and pulls his fingers away. 

“I told you, when I get my hands on you, I was gonna make you beg me to fuck you” he says in a low tone staring into your eyes. You whine and spread your legs wider as you lay back on the bed, trying to tease him into giving you what you want. As you do this, you watch as Marc takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, in which you can see he is fully hard for you. He puts his knee on the bed and hooks a hand underneath your body to unhook your bra. He throws the bra somewhere else in the room as he looks at your breasts lustfully. He leans down and licks at one of your hard buds as his curls fall forward tickling your chest. His eyes are hooded as he focuses on swirling it around his tongue and then swiftly taking it into his mouth as his other hand reaches up to palm the other breast. You let out a slight moan as he lightly sucks at your sensitive bud, feeling yourself get those butterflies you always do when Marc touches you. He looks up at your lust filled eyes and starts to make his way down your belly. He trails open mouthed kisses all the way down to the beginning of your panties and then takes a hard right towards your thigh. Of Course. You watch as Marc starts to kiss down towards your hips, then your thigh, and then your inner thigh. 

“Please Marc can you just stop teasing me” you whine as he continues to kiss each thigh, not making any progress towards your sopping core. He completely stops and comes back up to your face. You’re getting needier by the second. 

“Why? You need me to eat that pretty pussy of yours? Hmm? You all wet and needy for me baby?” he says in a mocking tone. You unintentionally moan when you feel his hand slide your panties over and run his middle finger along your folds as the other hand launches your leg over to have more access. 

“Yes, Marc please” you say when his fingers make it to your clit. 

“Yeah, you're so wet for me” he smiles while making eyes at the way your lips are slightly parted, keeping your moans in just from the way he is playing with your folds. You watch as his middle finger sinks perfectly into your cunt. Your legs unconsciously spread wider for him. He looks down to watch as he fingers you, the only sound in the room is your cunt making a sloshing sound as he starts to curl his fingers up into you, so slow you could scream. You moan when he starts to go faster, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you nastily, open mouthing you as he adds a second finger with ease. 

“Mmm” you let out and break the kiss “go-go faster..” you struggle to say. He obliges and speeds up his fingers at lightning speed. Your cunt creates a loud wet sound due to your wetness dripping out at this point. You let out a stuttered moan as you grip the sheets for dear life with one hand and the other holding onto his arm that is holding him up on the bed. 

“Mhm, I can hear how wet you are. Let me hear those moans, you look so pretty with my fingers inside you” he coos out. You moan louder when his other hand reaches for your clit and rubs it in loose circles, sending shocks through your body. You feel your stomach knot as you're coming close to your orgasm. Marc has always been able to bring you to an orgasm quickly, he knows your body too well. So he knows when you’re close. 

“You wanna cum? Beg me to let you cum” he states as both of his hands work to please you. You are unraveling and moaning at the sensations he’s bringing you and you can barely respond, so when your walls start to squeeze around his fingers as you reach the edge without a response, he rips his hands away from your pussy. He watches as you clench around nothing and you moan out in protest to the sudden loss. Your body coming back to the aching need to be touched. 

“Maaarc” you draw his name out.

“You’re not cumming unless you beg me to give you what you want” he says in a strict tone. You watch as he gets up, his boxers having a wet stain on them from precum leaking out. Marc has always loved giving you pleasure, he loves to watch you unravel and cum at his touch. But tonight, he’s getting off to hearing you beg for it after seeing you flirt with Steven. He bows his head down and lays on his stomach to come face to face with your entrance. You lift your hips for him as he begins to take your panties off, leaving you completely naked for him. He puts both of your legs on his shoulders and turns his head to the side to start his slow, sloppy kisses on your thighs. He looks up and down at you the whole time, mumbling praises as he gets closer to your wetness as you whine lowly. He reaches your entrance, and licks from where your wetness has dripped out all the way up to the hood of your clit. It sends shivers up your spine as your breath catches in your throat. You sigh loudly when his tongue starts to circle your clit. You watch as he looks up for your reactions to the pleasure he's giving you. You moan when he sucks your clit into his mouth, in turn, he moans against you as you let out the sound he’s been craving. You grab hold of his dark brown curls into your hand and he lifts his head up a little bit to watch you squirm underneath his mouth when he begins to do figure eights on your clit. Once again, you’re getting close, and more whiny. Your legs start to shake and close around his head as he sucks on your clit while swirling his tongue around you, but he wraps his arms around your thighs even tighter and holds them open with obviously more strength then you could ever enforce. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as he is bringing you to your orgasm. 

“Marc..I’m clo-” you’re cut off by your own pleasure as you moan loudly when one of his hands snuck around and started to finger you as he was sucking on your clit. The combination makes your head spin. He begins to move both his mouth and fingers in sinc, making you throw your head back and buck your hips up into his mouth. He hums against you while looking up expectantly, but you’re too wrapped up in your pleasure to remember what he told you. Then, without warning, Marc stops. You quickly try to push his head back with a growl of frustration, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head as he comes back up to your face and kisses your neck. 

“You taste so good y/n” he groans against your neck. You let out a small moan in response and wrap your legs around his waist. He takes the hint and starts to grind his clothed cock against your needy clit.

“You want me to fuck you? Tell me y/n” he says right underneath your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes Marc��I-please fuck me I need you so bad” you moan out as he adds more pressure between your legs, his hard on pressing you just right. He groans into your ear, needing it just as much as you. He sits up to take his boxers off and you watch his muscles contort as he shuffles out of them and throws the piece of clothing elsewhere. His dick springs up directly onto his stomach with force, his tip shiny and a purple tint from the precum he’s been leaking out. He starts towards you again as you take his dick into your hand and stroke it. You watch him take his bottom lip into his mouth as you slowly go up and down, twisting your wrist at the head of his shaft. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, his eyes are a lot darker now, filled only with lust. He grabs your free arm and pins it over your head and begins his attack on your lips. The kiss is full of tongue, as you continue to speed up on his cock. He huffs out into the kiss as you are speeding up and grabs your arm and pins it up with your other arm. You tried to flip yourself over to get on top to suck him off, but he grabs both of your wrists into one hand and with his freehand he starts to tease your folds with the tip. He breaks the kiss to look down at how his tip gets soaked with your juices. 

“I’m not letting you cum unless you beg me, understand?” he says as he looks at you and teases your clit with the head. You nod in response, but he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“-Yes, I-I understand, please Marc I need you” you whimper out to his smack. He smiles at your reaction and grabs your breast in one hand and begins to push into your soaking entrance. His mouth falls open as he sinks into you as far as he can go. You let out a drawn out moan and look down at his cock disappearing slowly, in and out of your pussy. He fills you up and stretches you out perfectly. 

“Oh you’re so wet for me” he lets out and finally looks up at you after being distracted by his slow movements into you. You groan when he suddenly pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you a bit harder. He begins to speed up his thrusts and you throw your head back. 

“Mhm, you like that?” He watches you as you nod with your eyes squeezed shut and your lip in between your teeth. He snaps his hips into you faster and grabs your legs and pushes them upwards as the top part of your thighs almost to the mattress underneath you to get a better angle. He has fully bottomed out at this point, and you can’t contain your moans anymore. 

“Mmm yes Marc, just like that” you raise your arms above your head and hold on onto the headboard with one hand as the other arms slings over your eyes, concealing your face from him. He removes his arms from underneath your thighs and grabs your arms and puts them over his neck, then placing his hands to their original position on your thighs. 

“Don’t hide from me, let me see that pretty face” he smiles at you as he continues his pursuit at your cunt. You can only moan in response. The sound of your pussy gushing, the slapping of skin against skin, and your moans are the only things audible, and it's absolutely sexy to Marc. Hearing you helplessly moan and whimper out at what he’s doing to you. 

“So pretty for me, such a good girl” he groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. He’s leaving marks for sure, and he’s also biting which elicits a loud groan from you when he licks and bites a spot he knows you like. After he’s satisfied with the marks he's left on you, he lets go of your legs and flips you over and picks you up by the stomach to quickly put you in position. You immediately arch your back for him and he pushes into you once again. The both of you moan when he bottoms out the first stroke. He speeds up and grips your ass in one hand and pushes your ass down for more leverage. His other hand reaches forward to splay onto your back. You both are breaking a sweat at this point and you can’t contain yourself in this position. 

“Fuck me harder Marc,-oh my god!” you struggle to demand through your shaky voice, but he’s quick to satisfy your request as he snaps hips faster. His cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel faint. He’s stretching you out so good in this position and you’re getting closer to your orgasm. He smacks your ass as he grunts and thrusts into you even faster as the noise from the skin smacking skin can be heard throughout the whole apartment- and probably the apartments up and downstairs. 

“O-oh fuck, I’m gonna-a cum” you whine out loudly as you lift your head up slightly off the bed to pear over your shoulder at Marc working behind you. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, his eyes are hooded and focused on your cunt, and he is gripping your ass to contain himself. He lets out a deep moan when you clench around him at the sight of him fucking you. Then he looks up at you and grabs the back of your neck and pushes you impossibly further into the mattress. 

“C’mon, beg me to let you cum, I know you want it so bad baby” he groans loudly, him being close as well. 

“Please let me cum Marc, I-I need it so bad..I wanna cum all over your dick” you string out in a whine, not wanting him to refuse your orgasm again. He listens and hits an angle that reaches a spot inside you that makes you scream. You are so loud for him and you start to clench around him even more as you are coming to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Cum for me” he grits through his teeth as he lands a hard smack on your ass. You can’t contain it after he’s given you the words, and you release on his cock, screaming out strings of curses as he continues to rock you through your high, continually clenching around him as he continues his thrusts into you, chasing his own high. Your legs are weak and you're struggling to stay up on your knees for him, so he grabs the front of your thighs to hold you in place as you feel his dick pulsate inside you. 

“Mm-mm-mm cu-um for me Marc” you moan out as you’re bouncing from the force he’s thrusting into you. You look behind you again and clench as you watch him moan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut and furrow his eyebrows. You feel him halt and twitch inside you and you can feel his cum shoot deep up into you as he falls slightly forward. His mouth hangs open, and when he pulls out, he watches as his cum mixed with your wetness spills out. He pushes his fingers into you to keep it from dripping out, he’s always done that after you both had had sex. You plop over on your side with a loud sigh and he lays down next to you. The both of you catching your breaths from your high. You look into your husband's eyes and smile, lifting your hand to caress his face, a few strands of his hair sticking to the sides of his face and forehead from sweating. He looks up at you and puts his hand over top of yours and rubs your hand gently. 

“You know I’ve missed you, y/n Spector '' he states in a loving tone, smiling at the use of his last name combined with your first name, even though you’ve been married for four years now. Hearing your name with his never fails to make him smile. 

“And I’ve missed you too, Marc Spector” you laugh and he pulls you onto his chest, slightly chuckling at the fact that you have missed him just as much as he’s missed you. 

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back soothingly and leans down to place a long kiss on your forehead, the both of you succumbing to sleep. 

“You promise promise?” you ask, looking up at him smiling. 

“I promise promise” he laughs, causing you to giggle at the childish words. 

“I love you” he whispers as you fall asleep on his chest. 

#Moonknight #moonknight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x female reader #y/n #Oscar Issac #moonknight fanfiction #marc spector fanfic #marc spector smut #moonknight smut #Smut #Steven Grant #steven grant x reader

[fatfantacies]

We unpacked the new scale this weekend. Last weekend Id gotten on the scale only to hear “ERROR! EEROR!” The scale has a 650 pound weight limit.

….

I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

She asked me the other day “Whats it going to be like in the parade?” “What parade? “The Thanksgiving one. Grandma always says you’re a parade float or like a parade float so I was wondering if i was going to see you in the parade.”

#makemeenormous #makemehuge #weight gain #fatty #rapid weight gain #supersize me #enormous #bigpig #super morbid obesity #wideload

[bihansthot]

I’m probably not going to be around much today lovelies, as I mentioned earlier in the week it’s the 25th anniversary of my heart transplant and ngl it’s weird. I’m in a weird place today, I’m trying really hard not to be sad or upset or think about how traumatic that night was. I don’t remember a lot about the night but I remember the phone ringing late at night maybe just after midnight and I remember going into my parents bedroom, they didn’t have to come get me, and I said “it’s time”, I just knew it as soon as I heard the phone and they confirmed it and we relatively calmly got our stuff and drove to the hospital. I had no idea what I was getting into and had I known, I would have not reacted as calmly as I did. I remember they had to draw blood before the procedure to use during the operation, I remember it taking over 25 attempts to get all the blood they needed and I was sobbing, I was in so much pain and I absolutely hated getting my blood drawn as a kid and while 14 isn’t exactly a little kid anymore it’s certainly not an adult either. I still remember the nurse who was there with us, she had a very distinct, raspy voice despite being quite young and to this day people with that type of voice bring back this very unpleasant memory. I don’t remember anything after the blood draw, they give you medication to help you forget traumatic operations and it doesn’t get much more traumatic than a heart transplant. I don’t really remember much of recovery either, I do remember how painful it was when they made me walk though. I wanted to go home and they said I had to walk to the end of the hall to go home and if I couldn’t do it they would keep me at the hospital another day. You better believe I dragged all my various IVs and monitors down that hallway in an instant. My incision was bleeding afterwards and I felt like I was going to collapse but I held that shit together like the stubborn ass I am and gave them a smile and told them it was nothing and I was ready to go. Shockingly they didn’t notice the bloody incision or my clear exhaustion and I was allowed to go home after only 7 days which at the time was a record. The weeks and months that followed were absolute agony, a heart transplant is a ridiculously painful procedure the only time I’ve ever been in more physical pain is when I threw up from my painkillers after having my tricuspid valve replaced 10 years ago. It was awful, I couldn’t even wash myself, I had to have my mother give me a bath like I was a five year old and that was humiliating but I couldn’t do anything about it, it was just too painful to move my arms to wash myself when my whole sternum had been ripped open and was now held together by twist ties and super glue. Then there was the near constant pain from the weekly biopsies to check for rejection, they basically jam a catheter into your neck and then rip little chunks of your heart out to check to make sure your body isn’t rejecting the organ. On top of all that I gained so much weight from the medications and steroids I was on and my mother was an absolute monster about it. We had a very bad very toxic relationship during this time, she ridiculed me constantly but I depended on her for so much that I couldn’t do anything about it. I was so miserable and wanted nothing more than to die. I don’t want to get to into it though but it was really hard so trying to think positively about today is really difficult but on the positive side of things I’m still here. I made it through all that hardship, all that struggle, all that physical and mental anguish. I survived. For 25 years I have survived and while everyday hasn’t been easy, I didn’t give up. I guess I deserve to celebrate that at least even if I don’t like dwelling on all the misery I’ve endured. So, happy anniversary me, you’ve done the best you could and deserve a nice celebration. I know a lot of you lovelies aren’t going to read this but if you do, thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside of being a horny Bi-Han fangirl. 💙

#personal #medical stuff #heart transplant #anniversary

[finniusastraeus]

Ana diary? idk just rambling

Just found a bunch of my favourite binge foods, packed a big lunch with everything I'd want, easily over 2000cals, and had no problem covering all of it in mustard. now i know for sure theres no way i'll be tempted to binge

I didnt even feel sad or like it's a waste. I havent binged in 12 days and I promised myself I never would again. restricting and happily getting rid of high cal foods makes me feel so organized lol

I have so much motivation to study even though i dont have homework so im just taking perfect notes from my entire textbook in some weird "starving gifted kid doesnt sleep, doesnt eat, just stays up all night in a pile of papers" kick

Anyway I've been st@rv!ng for 12 days straightand my hunger is gone, cravings are gone, dont want any of my old binge foods, I have no desire to eat. I follow my rules and I get results and even though ive had ana for years i feel like the structure and mindset of "you dont want food, people eat bc they're bored and thats why they gain weight" has stuck. if i get forced into recovery i know i can come back. the mindset is perminant and it means i'll never be tempted again because i understand that hunger isnt real! and having the control to refuse food feels so good

I'm down to 108lb/49kg and I havent weighed so little since i was 10 (im 15). I'm reaching my ugw this month no excuses!!

#ana male #anarex14 #anorexcya #34t1ng d1s0rd3r #thiinsp0 #i will be a skeleton #ana buddie #4norexi4 #tw ed sheeran #4n0r3xia #no binging #anamia #ana tricks #ana trigger #anatumblr

[zombie-rott]

"Burying myself alive: Part II."

Prompt: “Have you eaten anything?”

Pairing: Established Papa IV/ Reader

POV: You / Your 

Pronouns: She/her

Synopsis:

You haven't been coping lately, and things are getting stressful as the new tour dates approach. You don't know how you're going to survive without him, especially when feeling so vulnerable, and take to running to calm your anxiety.

But, even as a seasoned runner, you neglect yourself. Slowly you began slipping back into a world you promised you never would.

Notes:

This is a short, two-chapter (because it was way too long for one Tumblr post) personal piece. It is based on a conversation had by my husband and me many years ago after I relapsed pretty hard into Anorexia Nervosa. I don't have a lot of memories from that time (or previous relapse because, well, long-term side effects), but this is one of the conversations I will never be able to forget.

It's also now that I realise all the fluff I write about Copia is literally just how my husband is. Do with that what you may.

!WARNINGS!

Mentions of anorexia nervosa, eating disorders, and mental health issues.

Part I

~ ~ ~ ~

“La mia bellezza?” 

You wiped your eyes and looked up to see Copia coming your way. You hadn’t even noticed you’d reached the end of your route. 

“You didn’t run today? Perché amore?” 

“I-I just couldn’t.” You sniffed, as you closed the distance.

He looked at you with furrowed brows and handed you a mug of coffee. Black this time, with sugar. 

“You’ve been crying, amore.” He said softly,” Please, talk to me.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you tight to his body. You allowed it and leaned into him as he began walking you both back into The Abbey. 

“I just couldn’t run. Everything hurts, and I just don’t have the energy to push myself.” You answered, your voice breaking.

“Have you eaten anything this morning?” His voice was soft but stern. 

He’d been worried about you over the last few weeks. You’d been running more than usual and eating less, and he couldn’t help but notice the weight you’d lost. Your body didn't feel the same beneath his and your hip bones had become more prominent than usual.

After what happened during the last tour, he knew to remain vigilant and learned to recognise signs of relapse. But things had been going well until now. You’d gained a little weight and taken your medication as prescribed. You’d even been talking about the idea of weaning off it, just to see how you felt. Just to see if the depression had passed.

This time, however, things were getting worse before he'd even left, and it broke him to think about leaving you like this. 

“Cara mia? You have eaten today, si?” He asked again.

“N-no. But I did try.” 

Copia didn’t respond. He just signed deeply. You felt the pit in your stomach deepen.

“I’m sorry. I-I just can’t eat. Nothing tastes right. And I’m not hungry.” 

“Mia, you still need to eat. How do you expect to run so much with no energy? Your exercise is important, si?” You knew he wanted to continue on to talk about your health being important, and his own mental health never surviving this tour if you didn’t start looking after yourself. 

His raised words echoed in your mind.

"Don't you understand that watching you waste away is eating me alive?! How can I leave you like this, mia!? Bene?"

You felt the tears over flow again. You sniffed and wiped your eyes with your scarf. 

“Please don’t cry, mia. I don’t mean to upset you.” He pulled you closer and you felt his lips kiss the top of your head, “I love you, and I just want to see you well. I know not having me around for a few weeks - “

“Months.” You cut in.

“Si, months, is difficult. But remember you can call me anytime. We can even speak on the ‘Doom,’ si? And then there is Terzo. He is always there for you to talk to when things become too much. You can do this. And you know I’ll be missing you every second of every day?” He kissed your head again, “Please, mia. Please keep fighting.” 

At that moment, you so desperately hated yourself for allowing this to happen, for being so needy that you were hurting yourself to get him to stay. Your stomach twisted with anxiety, and in an attempt to stop the tears, you decided not to answer him. 

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t even speak when you entered your quarters, nor when you began to undress for a shower. You took the silence to mean that he was angry, or at least irritated. And you didn’t want a repeat of last night.

You were going to lose him to eight weeks of non-stop touring, and there you were, driving a wedge between you both because you couldn't manage without him. It sounded so dramatic and childish. 

Your heart stung as you berated yourself for being so unstable that you couldn't even let your love, your Copia, do the job he’d been chosen to do. You felt ashamed that you were making him feel conflicted between you and his Dark Majesty. 

It was all you could do to silence your whimpers as you turned on the water. You stood there biting back tears as you waited for the shower to warm. It felt like an age until you could climb under the faucet and allow the heat to wash over your bones. It felt good. It soothed your muscles and helped silence the world around you. 

And then the tears came. You buried your face in your hands as you cried. Sobs wrecked through your body as you felt a sea of emotions overcome you. Angry at Copia for leaving, anxious about your time without him and, most of all, ashamed of just how weak you had become. You couldn't even be apart from him without breaking down, without slipping into old behaviours. 

How had you let it get this far? How had you not seen the signs before they hit you like a ton of bricks? 

You heard the shower door open and shut before feeling Copia’s arms wrapping around you from behind. He laid his chin on your shoulder and kissed you gently on the cheek.

“I love you.” He cooed, “You know that, si?” 

“Y-yes.” You responded softly through tears. 

“Please tell me what is going on in your beautiful mind?” He kissed you again. 

“I’m being so selfish and I don’t know why I’m like this. I should have seen this relapse a mile away, but I didn’t. I–I’ve just been so focused on trying to cope without you.” 

“But, cara mia, I’m not gone yet.” 

“You will be, though. And I need to be ready. I need to figure out a way to survive, and in all the hustle to find it I somehow fell back into - “You gestured to your body, “all this bullshit. I don’t want to be like this anymore. I don’t want to be so weak and pitiful to you. And this shouldn’t be your problem.”

Copia pulled you tighter against his chest and reached for your hands. He didn’t say anything, he simply held you in the heat of the shower. For a moment you thought he might be crying, but you couldn’t be sure. The thundering of the water was loud and very good at disguising tears. But when he turned you to face him, there was no doubt.

Copia, the strong and confident Papa you had come to love, met you with red, tearful eyes. He kissed you softly on the lips and rested his forehead against yours. 

“This isn’t a relapse, amore mio. It’s a small blip in the road, si? You are so strong and have fought so well. I know that you can overcome this with me here or on the other end of the phone. You have so many people around you wanting to help and support you, cara. Don’t let it go to waste in the name of pride. Everyone needs to ask for help sometimes. Even I.” 

You close your eyes and let his words settle in your soul. 

“I know how hard it was for you to confide in me about this. And even more so in Terzo. I hope you know how brave you are.” 

“Y-yes.” You managed, your eyes meeting his. You sniffed back tears, “I s-suppose I am.” 

“You are!” Copia smiled as he reached up to move your wet hair from your face. He kissed you gently on the lips and took your face in his palms, “The bravest! Il mio amore coraggioso! And you can reach out again at any time. You will not be my problem because I love you, cara mia, I love you! And while I do not wish this on you, I would help you through this one hundred times over with the same fury and dedication.” 

You smiled slightly, feeling the hope restore itself in your soul. Copia, loved you. Like really loved you. And for that you had to fight; if not for you, then for him. 

“I-I love you, amore.”

“I love you too.” 

“Do you believe me when I say you are strong enough for this? That you can kick it’s metaphorical culo?”

You giggle at the terminology. He did always have a way with words. 

“I do, Copia, I-I really do.” 

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost fanfiction #copia x reader #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #fluff #comfort #sfw #my fanfics #my fanfic

[bitchywaifuwu]

Could u do a Do Shik request? Please

Where he and y/n used to date but then y/n broke up with him because he was being to clingy/possessive. So as a result of then breaking up he kidnaps her and keeps her in his basement. Few months later when y/n escapes and has do shik chasing her down she gets hit in the head with something hard and gets knocked out. When she wakes up in the hospital not knowing or being unable to recall what’s happened for the past 5 years or so the doctors diagnosed her with amnesia. Do shik takes advantage of that and tells y/n that they are lovers and have been dating for 5 years successfully tricking y/n and taking her back home like nothing ever happened.

im so sorry this has taken me so long to post, ive had to take a bit of a break for my mental and physical health and i stayed away from writing for way longer than i thought i would. i will try to put loads out now to make up for it though

do-shik x fem!reader

warnings : manipulation, kidnapping, forced starving, short coma, memory loss, abusive relationship, assault?

the grip on your wrist was strong - tight - and do-shik clearly wasn’t planning on letting go of you any time soon.

“you can’t leave me! i won’t let you!”

over the few years you had been dating do-shik, he had slowly become more and more possessive. it was hardly noticeable at first and whenever he told you that he “just wants to spend more time you, after all you’re always so busy with all the work your boss dumps on you,” you would brush it off and take his word for it. however, him calling your workplace and quitting your job for you with no discussion about it beforehand was too far. him not letting you answer your phone anymore was too far. and him not letting you see your friends or family was way too far.

you were finally fed up and you couldn’t just ignore all of the red flags that had slowly been popping up everywhere. you needed to get the fuck out of that house, and more than anything, you needed to get the fuck away from your boyfriend.

little did you know that decision would be the worst you would ever make.

three months. three months since he broke into the tiny house you and your mum were staying in and stole you away in the middle of the night. three months of worrying about her - not knowing what had happened to her and if do-shik hurt her. three. fucking. months of being borderline starved to death until you have to grovel at your captor’s feet, begging him to bring you even the smallest crumb.

even though he was almost a complete stranger to you again, you were easily able to identify that the expression stretching across his face each time was one of glee.

it took a lot of work but over the time you were hidden away within the depths of his home, you had gained his trust. not much, but enough for him to let you have free reign over your room and wander freely while he was away. you waited for him to leave late at night, most likely to find his next victim, and began planning your escape.

you had memorised the layout of the room, what was in it and where everything was so that when the time came for you to leave, he wouldn't be able to find you. most of your plan had been perfected; you would find the makeshift key you had made out of hairpins and scrap pieces of metal, pick the lock, and leave about ten minutes after hearing the car out front pulling out of the driveway.

you weren't sure where you would go but you did know that you would run as far away as you could. maybe even change everything about you. just so that you could be free again.

fresh air had never tasted so good, never smelt so different from the humid, musky air you got down in the basement. you finally felt free.

instinct kicked in and you ran. you ran as fast as you could through the winding roads and alleyways. priority number one was find a crowded area - somewhere you could get help and finally have do-shik locked away forever. the rough roads hurt and your bare feet were burning from the open scrapes on the soles.

the city was close. you could smell it, hear it, taste it on your lips. the sound of people shopping late at night, the scent of food from stalls on the street. you were so close. it was just a bit beyond the corner - only a little longer.

and then everything faded, a sudden sharp pain in the back of your head spreading across your whole body and as you lost consciousness you heard somebody shout for help.

when you came to it was bright. too bright. you could feel needles stabbing your brain over and over millions ever second. someone was holding your hand in a soft, clammy grip. you didn’t recognise him but by god was he beautiful.

“y/n? fuck i thought i lost you. why did you have to worry me like that?”

tears fell from his eyes onto the hand he still hadn’t let go of. his shoulders shook as he sobbed and you felt bad for not knowing who this man was. why didn’t you know who he was when he seemed to care about you so much that he would worry about you?

“who... are you?”

your voice was quiet and scratchy. how long had it been since you had used it? you couldn’t tell but your hair looked longer than you liked. the man’s eyes glistened with more tears and he looked hurt.

“you don’t remember me? i’m your fiance. we were going to get married 4 months ago - you went into a coma not long before the wedding. do you really not remember me?"

a simple shake of your head told him all he needed to know and he looked dejected, like he had lost all hope.

"but i'm willing to try and remember you. i'm sure you were important to me before."

his former expressiom morphed into a grin. it was a good thing you mistook the twisting feeling in your gut as a side effect of the medicine.

#so sorry this took so long #do-shik x reader #do shik x reader #wi ha joon #wi ha-joon #tw manipulation #tw: manipulation #tw kidnapping #tw: kidnapping #tw: starvation #tw starvation #tw coma #tw: coma #tw memory loss #tw: memory loss #tw: abusive relationship