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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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Of Molly Houses & Mourning Clothes

pairing: Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader (victorian au)

word count: 2k

warning: grieving, discussion of death, funeral proceedings, hidden gay relationships due to time period homophobia. Marcus had a secret relationship with your husband but you were aware and accepting of it so not technically infidelity but thats there.

summary: Marcus promised your husband he would look after you upon his passing. But when the time comes, he struggles with himself to even look you in the eyes.

Authors note: an idea I’ve been tossing around with @thesadvampire that i absolutely want to turn into a fully developed story but likely will not have the time to do as such until the end of this semester with how much I have on my plate. But I wanted to write something to get my noggin’ going and the fingers flying. Big thank you to this gal for being my reader, my editor, and my inspiration. Love you mars <3

tagging those I think would be interested: @pedrostories @tuskens-mando @captainsamwlsn @cinewhore @humanransome-note @littleferal @djarin-junk @ifimayhaveaword @softanon @mostly-megan

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“Will you promise me something?”

Marcus is hardly awake, eyes heavy with slumber and limbs from pleasure that all he can manage to do is hum. Ethan knows him well enough to take it as a ‘yes’

“If something ever happens to me, will you look after her?”

Marcus pushes himself up from his lover’s chest with a smile. “Is this your way of telling me that you're dying?”

Behind his sharp response lies a fear. Of sickness. Disease. Of Ethan’s handsome face, still with closed eyes in a casket. Panic seizes Marcus’ heart as his mind begins to spiral until Ethan puts it to rest with his own sweet smile.

“No, I just-” he pauses and looks up to the ceiling. “I just worry, that's all. I don’t want her to be alone.”

Marcus makes a noise, a scratching ‘hm’ in the back of his throat that he always did when Ethan brought you up. “Your sweet dove.” He sings. “I’m sure a pretty bird like her would be just fine as a widow, Ethan. You have nothing to worry for”

If Ethan senses the bite in Marcus’ tone, he says nothing of it. Instead he tucks his fingers under his chin, tilting it to look up at him and those damn eyes he fell for 15 years ago.

“I’m not joking, Marcus.”

Damn him.

“If something ever happened to me, she would be alone.” Marcus watched Ethan’s eyes grow weary. “Those vultures would surge on her and try to take the estate, her family would likely pressure her to remarry when the time comes and they’ll pawn her off to some beast and-” Tears. Honest to God tears brim in the corner of Ethan’s eyes as he speaks of the woman he doesn’t love. “I can’t stand the thought of her in that house all alone, Marcus. I just can’t.”

The same house Marcus had spent the summer in with Ethan. The same one where they spent nights drinking and laughing alone in the river with nothing but each other and the moon. The same house where they kissed in the dark corners of the hall. The same house where he told Ethan he loved him for the very first time.

The same house where Ethan first told him of his engagement. That his soon to be wife was “A kind little thing, but would never come between us, my love. I promise you.”

Christ, he was a fool.

“And of me?”

“What?”

“If something happens to you-” Marcus’ snapped. “What of me? You don’t think I will need to mourn? That I will need comfort? Consolation?”

Ethan frowned, finally realizing that his thoughts of you had tied his partner into a cage that he didn't mean to make. “Marcus, I didn’t mean-”

“Of course you didn’t. You never do whenever you mention your sweet little dove.”

“Perhaps if you took the time to meet her, there wouldn’t be this animosity between you two.”

From the tip of his ears down to his toes, Marcus grew hot with shame. “I have no animosity towards her, Ethan.”

Ethan snorts and rolls his eyes as he cards his finger’s through Marcus’ hair. “Of course you don’t, my love. That’s why you have yet to accept a single invitation from her.”

Marcus sputtered. “ I don’t- I’d never- I have work!”

“For dinners, anniversaries, birthdays, and my wedding?”

“You know I couldn't. I had to visit my family.”

Ethan laughs, dipping his head back as Marcus hides his face in his chest.

“Darling please, half of your family was at the wedding!”

Marcus says nothing for a moment. His fingers tap out a rhythm on Ethan’s chest.

“She knows, Marcus.” Ethan offers. “She has for years! Never once judged me for it. She-” He mulls the sentence over before finding his voice once more. “She wants me to be happy. For us to be happy.”

His lover turns to him with a tearful glare. “That doesn’t make it any fucking easier, Ethan.”

Ethan’s fingers lace with his. “No, it doesn’t.”

Silence falls over them both. Marcus listens to the beating of Ethan’s heart, the steady rhythm reminding him that he’s here. With him. No matter how long that would last, he was here.

He's close to sleep, eyes beginning to shut when he hears Ethan’s voice, quiet and scared, whisper into the hidden room.

“Promise me, Marcus.”

Marcus closes his eyes.

“I promise.”

Outside their room, laughter echoes as a song is picked up by a melody of drunken voices. Ethan presses his lips to the crown of Marcus’ head as he falls asleep.

He arrives early to Ethan’s funeral, and doesn't enter for another hour. Instead, he walks across the lawn like it's his own home, and stands under the gazebo.

His hand shakes as it plucks the flask from his pocket.

He remembers Ethan’s words. That stupid promise he had made five years ago that was nothing but a hypothetical, a silly ‘what-if’ that nearly turned into an argument that was never supposed to actually come true because he didn’t want to meet you. To take your hand in his and offer his condolences to the woman who married the love of his life.

He didn’t want to comfort you. He wanted Ethan to comfort him.

But the stupid bastard had to go off and die.

Marcus lifts his head from the railing and looks up at the grand estate, a house full of memories: of confessions of love whispered between lovers and kind words spoken from spouses. Marital beds that were never used and love letters written by the same hand that fed you breakfast each morning.

His eyes fall on the window to Ethan’s room. The one he would slip into during summer vacation, both drunk and smiling, still smelling of the river and whatever alcohol they had swiped from his father’s cabinet.

Marcus freezes as the curtains shift, and a figure pulls them open to peer through.

He doesn’t see your face. It’s draped in black fabric, just as the rest of you is. Marcus can hardly make out the shape of you, but it’s enough to send his heart into a frenzy, to remind him that he was here because Ethan loved you, despite how much it hurt him to finally admit it. But he loved you and now you were all alone in that big house and he made a promise that he was going to fucking keep.

You raise a gloved hand. Tears stream down his face as he raises one back.

The curtain is snatched from your hand and pulled shut by an unseen force at the same time Marcus sees the front doors open to welcome in the funeral guests.

He hates the way the house looks.

Every mirror is covered with a black drape and every picture is turned over. He bumps shoulders with guests who hardly offer him an apology as they drag their feet along the carpet with such a blatant disrespect he feels as if he’s going to burst.

He’s angry. He’s angry at you for letting these people into Ethan’s home. He’s angry at the people who tut and sigh “such a shame” and “so young” as if they were even close enough to Ethan to know him like Marcus did. But he’s angry at Ethan most of all. He’s angry at the son of a bitch for ding. For leaving him alone in a world he wasn’t made to suffer through by himself and making him promise to look after his wilting flower of a widow that he hadn’t even met because the notion of meeting the woman who had the privilege of sleeping by the love of his life’s side made his chest grow tight and throat close up until the room would spin and he felt faint.

Marcus stops in the doorway of the viewing room. The black figure that had waved at him, the widow, Ethan’s little dove donned in all black like a crow.

Across from you lies your husband’s body.

He feels sick. From the widow or the corpse of his beloved, he wasn’t quite sure.

But you were all the much easier to look at.

Guests gasped and shouted as he pushes past each of them with a frantic looping mumble of “I'm so sorry, excuse me, Pardon me” as he pushes his way to the front of the room.

He can feel it. The tears brimming in his eyes and the panic seizing his heart in that unforgiving grip, the closer he gets to the front of the room, the closer he gets to you.

To Ethan.

But he has to, goddamnit. He made a promise. That promise was the only thing left of the man he loved. Without it he had nothing. He was nothing.

A hand shoves against his chest with such force he nearly topples backwards.

“Have you any shame!” the man before his hissed. It took him a moment to recognize the sunken-in face of Ethan’s uncle, who lurched forward and seized the lapels of his coat in his fists. “The poor woman is grieving! Show some goddamn respect, Pike. Or i’ll have you thrown out before you even have the chance to-”

“It’s alright, Edward.”

Your voice is raw. Wet and shaking but still kind as you step forward and lay a gloved hand on the growling man’s shoulder. “Let him through.”

Ethan’s uncle looks back at you, that snarling voice turning sickly sweet faster than Marcus could snap his finger. “Are you sure, dear? I can send him away if-”

“That won’t be necessary.”

You were a shroud of black. As all widows were. A long, dark veil covered your face.

Marcus wondered what you wore before he died.

Ethan’s voice, 15 years younger, rang in his head. “Purple is her favorite color.” He had remarked. “I don't think I've ever seen the woman without it! She’s quite peculiar.”

He could hardly see what you truly looked like, but through the veil he could make out tearful eyes and a trembling smile.

“I’m so sorry-” He heaves, pulling your gloved hands into his own as tears begin to stream down his face. “Truly I am sorry, dove. Fuck I didn’t mean for this. I’m just-”

“Hello, Mr. Pike.” Oh, damn you. He thought. How dare you look at him like that, without a drop of pity or malice in your voice. As if you really care that he was there besides you. As if he mattered at all in the pageantry of funerals and its rituals. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

It was then that Marcus breaks.

You squeeze his hands in yours and he sobbs. “It’s alright, Marcus.” You insist softly. “I know.”

Idiot. His chest wheezes with every breath as he stammers out apologies and excuses while you rub circles into his hand with your thumb. You're supposed to be comforting her.

Marcus hears a voice whisper behind him, reminding him that you were not alone in this room.

A room full of Ethan’s family and friends, watching him weep as if he were the widow, not you.

He pulls his hands away from you as if they had been burned, quickly wiping the tears from his face and forcing his voice to steady. “I’m sorry, dove. I truly am. But I can’t stay. I just can’t-”

Turning on his heel, he doesn’t wait for an answer before quickly pushing through the crowd again until he’s out of the house and could breathe once more.

Marcus would see you again. He promised to care and watch over you, he would do as such. But not tonight, not yet. Tonight he would drink and cry alone. Close his eyes with the small comfort that at least Ethan would be in his dreams, that he could see his smile and hear his laughter through the night.

When he falls asleep, all that greets Marcus in his dream is a lone dove with stained wings, trying desperately to free itself from its cage.

#of molly houses & mourning clothes #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #something about greiving bringing two people together because the person they loved was so different to them both but also similar #im in a mood dont mind me #i may end up insecurity deleting this in the morning and then doing more edits but for right now she will stay up #cant look at my own writing for longer than five minutes at this point #but everybody say thank you mars because shes amazing and is honestly one of the main encouragements keeping me on tungle.gov at this point

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shewassharpasthenameofneedles · 1 year

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I'm not one to be petty about music. I like cosmo@bousou-p's earlier works. I just think their modern works simply are worse because they're not meant to be songs for listening, but the Next Big Hardest Rhythm Game Track. literally lamest way of selling out

#They arent unique for yaminabe either like mr bungle has literally been doing this for decades #HATER tag #<- new thing i devised for complaining #Like if you compare disappearance of hatsune miku vs like. anything theyve made in the past year it gets obvious that theyve stopped caring #for the rhythm of the vocals and are just squishing together obscene amounts of syllables and make the song sound extremely arrythmical #Just to make it go fast. even the songs they try to have a more “chill” vibe fall flat because of their need to do this. AND THERE ARE ways #of mashing together calm and rapid fast well. Like listen to their shinigami song and then to elysian tunes' breakwave paradise and youll #see what i mean. Basically i am not even upset about this i just have a lot of thoughts and i kind of really hate when people sell out #Do you understand. Am i making sense.#edit to say um. I did not mean “disappearance of hatsune miku” i meant “THE REAL disappearance of hatsune miku” their followup work #Disappearance of hatsune miku didnt suck for this either btw it did the whole unrhythmic syllables smashed together but cosmo didnt even #try to use them musically. It was there to make miku say a lot and not sing a lot and thats ok. Now they put that in the chorus and i...#dont like it one bit. Ok that is all i may delete this come the next morning because it looks like km gettjng into discourse instead of #just logging my stream of consciousness out there as if it matters. thats all for real this time

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neil-gaiman · 5 months

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Hello, Neil Gaiman. I am writing this letter of gratitude because I am in despair, but I am obliged to you. I am Russian, I live in a small town in the south of Russia, in the Caucasus. a month ago I turned 16, so now I am fully responsible for all my actions. I'm bisexual, which is now illegal. you understand what I mean, but I’m simply scared to write about such things. absolutely no one knows about this, and I have to hide every day. this is an unbearable burden, but I must say thank you. because your projects are what gives me life. you have no idea how much pleasure it was for me, at eight years old, to fearfully admire Mr. Bobinsky. when, at 14, I finally saved up money for the Russian edition of Good Omens, which I had to order via the Internet not directly, but through my friends, I was quietly delighted. it is worth paying tribute to: this edition is really good and very warms the soul, its design may not be filled with elegance with a golden border, but it is very homely, cozy and imbued with love for the work, this can be felt, even if the translation is not the best. and on the very first pages I felt something that I had never experienced, having problems with the nervous system and anxiety: I felt protected and happy. I felt complete. each line was a sip of life-giving water for me. let me be so bold but this book is perfect for me and it's hard to believe it wasn't written for me personally haha. like two pieces of a puzzle. I hold the book of Good Omens, and I cry almost every time because it feels good just to hold it in my hands. you shouldn’t put this next to fanaticism, it’s just personal happiness. sometimes I felt so safe with this book that I hugged it as I fell asleep. then I saved up to the translation of script book for the first season, and I must say that I am confused, because there are no deleted scenes in it with Crowley shopping or the opening of Aziraphale's bookstore and others, and this was not clear to me. and a month ago, on October 30, my cousin, who is like my own sister, gave me the original Good Omens for my birthday. can you imagine? in all of Russia she was able to find only one person who carried out such foreign orders (please forgive me, I have little understanding of this). so, in some ineffable way, a copy was delivered to me via America from Corgi Books, I think, 2014. soft cover and thin pages, of course, but I'm so happy. and I’m also grateful to myself, because I’ve been learning English since I was seven, and therefore I’m glad that I can read the original. oh, you should have seen with what rapture I waited for the release of the second season at three in the morning! and with what delight I watched it in English without subtitles, understanding what was happening. this is happiness. what I want to say is that you bring…indescribable happiness to my life. you give me strength, and I don’t give up. I cry every time I allow myself to dream that I am escaping from here. that I can meet you and say thank you in person with my stupid accent, not so much because of my native language, but because of the braces, hahaha. but I never stop dreaming about it, although even this is hard. thank you for everything. I wish only peace and love. with devotion, love and gratitude, A.

I'm sending thoughts of love and concern. Stay safe.

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glassartpeasants · 4 months

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All The Things He Said

Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, reader got them mommy issues, Kid being a massive asshole, edited best to small brain abilities

A/N: Smaller text is the strawhats talking. Didn't have enough colors to separate them all equally. This is based off an ask but I accidentally deleted it. I feel like I kinda dropped the ball on this one but idk

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It was much too quiet on the Victoria Punk. No yelling, talking, or sounds of footsteps, even. A pin dropping could sound like an explosion, with how quiet it was. The silence left a thick feeling of unease in your stomach, making you finally decide to leave your room.

Jumping out of bed, you stretch before putting on some clothes. Taking a step into the hallway, a gust of cold air hits you like a sack of bricks. It bit at your skin and left you shivering. Turning around, you grab the blanket that covered you and Kid’s shared bed. While it was huge, the fact it smelled like your lover made it worth the hassle to carry around.

Walking through the halls, the feeling of unease only grew in your stomach. The silence that covered the ship made your heart race. You were docked at an island, so everyone could be grabbing supplies or raiding, but they usually invite you.

Simply deciding to shrug it off, you walk towards Kid’s workshop to see if he is there. You haven’t seen him yet, and it was always a good morning when you got to see his cute, grumpy face. Knocking on the workshop door, you gently open it and see Kid working on his metal limb.

“There you are, baby! I was wondering where you were!” You got to put your arms around him, only for him to shrug you off. Shocked, you place your hand on his arm gently, trying to get him to pay attention to you. Only for him to throw off your hand as well.

“Kid? What’s wrong?” Kid didn’t even look at you when he responded.

“Fuck off, your annoying.” Your mouth turned agape at his words. What had you done to be talked to like this?

“Excuse me? What did you just say to me?” This time, Kid stops and turns to look at you. A different type of rage in his eyes.

“You fucking heard me. Go be a nuisance somewhere else!” A scowl appeared on your face hearing him. No way would you allow him to talk to you like this.

“Who do you think you are speaking to me like this? You may be my boyfriend, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to allow myself to be spoken to like this.” Crossing your arms, you only stared him down. Even when he stood up, towering over you, you still refused to back down.

“I think I’m your fucking Captain!”

“Oh so your Captain now instead of my boyfriend?”

“I’m not going to be a whore’s boyfriend.” Kid’s words made your heart stop, and your eyes widen.

“What? What did you just call me?”

“I called you a fucking whore. Are you too stupid to understand that?!”

“I understand what the damn word means! What I’m saying is, why the hell you would call me that!”

“You think I’m stupid?! I caught you all up on that man yesterday! Fukcing sucking on his damn face!” What on earth was he talking about? You were Hip all day yesterday! Both of you shopping at the plaza on the island! You even showed him an outfit you bought! Where was he getting all this false information?

“I was Hip all day yesterday! You can even ask her! Besides, what would I gain from that?! I love you! The only man I want is you, and the only crew I’d ever fight alongside with is yours!” A snarky laugh left Kid’s lips hearing your last words.

“Fight?! You don’t do shit! Me and Killer always have to save your dumbass cause your too useless to do shit yourself!” A silence fell over the two of you. You can feel your lips tremble and your words dying in your throat.

“I don’t even know why I’m with someone so useless! There are plenty of other whore’s on this island who have more talent than you!” His words felt like knives carving into your skin with every word. They were so filled with hate that you couldn’t be around him anymore. Turning around, you walk towards the door, trying to ignore his hurtful words.

“Oh yeah! Go on and walk away! That’s all your good at!” You heard him slamming the door behind you, and only then did you allow the tears to flow.

How could he say such things? He said words that he knew would hurt you. The cruelty of it was unbelievable. You knew he could be mean, but this was insane! The horrific incident made hot tears pour down fast along your cheeks. Is that how he truly felt? Did he really think you were useless this entire time you’ve been with him? Is that how everyone else on the Victoria Punk thought as well?

When you made it to your and Kid’s shared bedroom, you thought to yourself. Why would you stay with a man who could call you such words without a shred of proof and guilt? Why be with a man who thinks you're lying no matter what you say? You already dealt with enough treatment like that before you met him. How could he let you leave all you knew behind just to leave you on with lies and false promises? Make you come with him to sail the sea, only for him to turn around and show his true colors? You knew people said he was a cruel man, but you never thought you’d see how cruel he was for yourself.

Grabbing the door handle, you knew that this wasn’t the life you were promised. Wasn’t the life you were meant for? You’ve always dreamed of leaving your island and exploring the world! But for that to happen, you had to be strong and let mean comments slide off your back if you wanted to be a pirate. But Kid was right. You were useless, so it would have never worked out in the end, regardless.

“Mom was right…dreams are for children.” With shaky hands, you begin to gather your belongings. Maybe going back home would have a better life for you planned out.

The sound of your mother yelling seemed to ring everywhere along the house as she screamed at you. Her face filled with rage as she stared at you with crazed eyes.

“I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do that?! How could I have had a daughter so useless that she can’t even make soup?!” Her demeaning words made you feel smaller than an atom.

“I’m sorry mommy. I couldn’t reach the pot to stir-”

“Your eight years old! When I was your age, I made my own food! My parents didn’t help me at all! How could you be so stupid!” Little hiccups escape from your mouth as you try to fight back tears.

“I’m s-sorry.” Your mother scoffed at your tears.

“God, I’m getting pissed off just looking at you. Get out of my sight.” Without another word, you start climbing up the stairs, your small hands struggling to grip the railing.

“Useless child.”

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The moon was the only source of light as the crew of the Victoria Punk finally. After a full day of drunk laughter and raided goods, everyone was ready to call it a night. Yet, as soon as they boarded the Victoria, a feeling of dread filled everyone's senses.

Making the first move, Killer made his way to Kid’s workshop. Since you didn’t join the rest of the crew today, he suspected that you’d be with Kid. But to his surprise, when he opened the door, he only saw Kid working on a piece of metal.

“Oh (Y/N)’s not in here with you?” The sheer mention of your name seemed to spark hatred inside of Kid.

“No, she’s probably out fucking other men.” Killer’s eyes widen behind his mask.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I caught her making out with another guy yesterday! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“She should have been with Hip yesterday. Are you sure that you didn’t see someone that looked like her?”

“Same clothes she wore that day! The same way she wore her hair and the same hair color!”

“Did you see her face?”

“No, she was too busy sucking that dipshits face.” There was something not right about the situation he walked into. In all the time he’s known you, the only man you made eyes to was Kid. The only man you let hug you was Kid. Everything was only for Kid. It just didn’t make sense for you to cheat.

“Did you talk to her about it?”

“We fought, and she walked away 'cause she couldn’t handle being faced with her actions.”

“What happened after that?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I said my peace, and I’ve been in here ever since.” Something still didn’t seem right, so Killer thought it’d be best to find you and hear your side of the story. He knew Kid was act first, think later, which was the main cause of almost all your fights. Only after Kid calms down is when he see’s rationality. Even now, he still seems so pissed. It’d be best to find you sooner than later.

“Alright.” Closing the door, Killer made his way to your and Kid’s shared room. Normally after fights, he could find you in there. Kid would sleep in his workshop, and you’d sleep in the bed is how it usually was when a fight happened.

Knocking on the door, he’s only met with silence.

“(Y/N)? You in there?” Still silence.

“(Y/N)?” Carefully opening the door, Killer’s met with a half-empty room. No sign that you ever lived there in the first place. No misplaced shirt or sock, nothing. Closing the door, he went to your original room, and once again, no sign you ever lived on the Victoria Punk. The fight must have been much bigger than he thought.

If you weren’t on the ship, then where were you?

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You couldn’t eat anything, no matter how hungry you were. Everything you tried to choke down always came right back up from crying so hard. The tears felt like battery acid against your skin, and it drove you mad. How can you cry over him after what he said? Telling you things that he knew would hurt you. Maybe you were a fool for falling in love like your mother said.

“Mom? Can I ask you for advice?” Standing in front of your mother, you feel her eyes pierce her soul.

“What? Can’t you see I'm busy?” The only thing next to her was a pack of cigarettes and a shell phone. Waiting for her ‘friends’ to call her.

“Well, I fell in love with this-” Your mother's laughter interrupted you before you could finish.

“Only fools fall in love! Is that what you are (Y/N)? A fool?”

“No! That’s not true!” A scowl appeared on your mother's face as she stood up quickly.

“Of course it is! Love is a waste of time! Love is for the pathetic worms like yourself! You think anyone's gonna love you? You’ve got nothing worth wild!” Tears start to slip from your eyes as you try to ignore your mother's words.

“Stop! It’s not a waste of time! Everyone has a chance at love! That’s what grandma says…” Your mother grabbed your wrist and brought you closer to her.

“Grandma married an abusive drunk! She doesn’t know the first thing about love! All you are is a useless little girl who’s following dumb dreams!” Ripping your hand from your mother's grip, you start walking away.

“Being a whore is the only way a man will ‘love’ you.” Her last words made you run to your room with tears flying off your face. Her words echo in your head no matter how hard you try to ignore them. Your mirror shook when you slammed your bedroom door shut. The vibrations had you look at yourself in the mirror.

A painful itch in your mind emerged as you started to wonder if you always looked like that.

~~~

Laying in the hotel bed, you stare at the ceiling as the memory ends as soon as it starts. The memories of your childhood started playing ever since you left the Victoria Punk. You didn’t realize that you never thought about the past when you were with Kid, but now that you were lying here alone in the dark, it was all you could think about. Knowing that now only made you angry. Without Kid, you couldn’t even think a positive thought? How could you let yourself depend on him so hard? Your mother would be ashamed if she saw you.

If she wasn’t already.

She wasn’t thrilled when you ran off to be a pirate with Kid. Screaming and yelling words that you couldn’t make out. If she had a boat, she’d probably would have come after you. A sight to see truly. But now that you made plans to go home, what would she do when you showed up back at her door?

In 2 days, you’d be making your way back down to the south blue. You were from an island and known for their spices that you could only get on the island. That and the lack of protection from the world government. Many pirates hit the shores of your island, demanding the spices that were worth so much to be eaten by sea kings the second they leave the island. One of the cons to the spices was that it was a natural sea king attracter. It was always so gratifying to see asshole pirates get eaten,

But then Kid came along.

He was brand new to the pirate scene, but by god, he was making a name for himself fast. His bounty raises every new newspaper. It was exhilarating to see such action coming from your part of the sea. Even if it wasn’t the greatest type of action.

The moment a woman started yelling about pirates, you went to see who it could be. You loved to get a closer look at life on the sea. At least the decent ones you did. But you can remember the moment you caught Kid’s eyes.

Hiding behind a tree in the woods was the perfect cover to spy on the pirates that you heard just docked. The hiding spot never failed you before, so why would it now? A gruff voice caught your attention. Looking at the source, you feel your heart skip a beat.

There he was. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid.

His red hair seemed to shine in the sun, and it looked softer than silk. His skin was kissed with beautiful freckles. The way he carried himself among his crew made you continue to look at him in awe. You’ve never met a man so breathtaking. There was something about him. You’ve heard the stories behind him. How the devil could be beautiful. Too much in awe, you failed to hear the conversation between the captain and his first mate.

“After we raid this lame town, we’ve only got a few more islands then we’re off to Sabaody.”

“Hmm…”

“What?”

“It seems we’re being watched.” Pointing to the woods, the masked man shows his captain a figure behind a tree.

“Go ahead, Killer. I’ll take care of it.” Nodding, the man leaves. Turning back to the woods, Kid uses his devil fruit powers to see if he can’t just bring the figure to him.

The moment his gaze locked yours, you feel your face burn. His eyes were like a memorizing fire that you couldn’t look away from. Only when your ring starts vibrating is when you realize you’ve been truly caught.

“Oh no-” Pulled forward, you go crashing into the captain’s grip. His frame towered over you as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but continue to admire him.

“Care to tell me why your spying on me, woman?” Not fully registering his question and thinking out loud, you respond.

“Your even prettier up close.”After the words left your lips. You slam your free hand over your mouth and look at him with wide eyes. Admitting that you found a ruthless pirate pretty to his face might be the best way to be put 6 feet under. His silence only made you panic more.

“I m-mean, hey can I get you a drink? There’s a good bar in town!” Kid laughed at your stumbling as he brought your rings closer to his face. It wasn’t the prettiest, but it was still worth some berri’s.

“How about you give me this ring instead? Looks like I could get a good amount of berri’s for it.”

“Oh yeah, sure! Here!” Kid lets your arm down but keeps a firm grip on your wrist. Taking off the ring, you place it in his hand. His smirk made butterflies rumble in your tummy.

“Now show me that bar you were speaking of. Need some booze for the trip.

“Of course!” Your willingness to please him made him conjure up thoughts that are less than innocent. If you were so excited to please him, maybe you’d be a good fuck. Been a minute since he’s had sex. Plus, if his eyes were still working, that was a wedding ring he stole from your dainty little hand. Fucking a married woman could be an experience.

“What’s your husband gonna think when he sees that his little wife no longer has her ring?”

“I’m not married! Not yet, at least.”

“Yet?”

“My mom sold me off to marry a rich man’s son so she could stop living in poverty and pay back her debts to the bank.” Instead of the chipper tone you held only moments ago, your voice filled with sadness.

“Thought that shit was only for princesses and princes. Have you seen the bastard?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Oh, is he ugly? Shitty luck for you, huh?” Kid’s laughter made the situation feel a bit better. It’s shocking you become so obsessed with a man you just met. But you wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything. This simple jolt of joy was something you wished would never end.

“I can help you carry your booze to your ship! I can also get a good amount of spices that won’t attract the sea kings!” your words seemed to pique Kid’s interest.

“Is that so? Tell me more about these spices. And leave nothing out, got it?”

“Sure thing, captain!”

The memory only made rage flood through your veins. Rage on how you could have been so desperate. How willing you were to commit a crime and please the most dangerous new-gen pirate at the time. God, you probably sounded so pathetic. If you could go back in time to tell yourself that you were acting stupid, you would.

His baseless accusations were appalling even still thinking aboutit. He never even heard your side! Just assuming the worst of you was his first thought? It hurt so much to think about. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt, so why couldn’t he do the same to you?

~~~

Killer searched all around the town for you, yet he still couldn’t find you. The lack of success started to frustrate him as he walked back to the Victoria.

It’s been a full day since you’ve disappeared. Worry that something happened to you started to settle within the other crew members. Heat and Hip offered to check out the small forested area of the island. Wire said he’d search the port more and keep an eye out in case you forgot something and came back to grab it.

The whole situation still didn’t make sense to Killer, no matter how hard he thought about it. It made no sense to anyone on the crew. He didn’t dare ask Kid any more questions since it was obvious he was still overwhelmed with rage.

No matter what Kid said he saw, there was just no way in hell you had cheated on him. From the first time Killer had seen you, he could see the lovestruck look you had in your eyes when you stared at Kid. Years later and you still look at him like that! Cheating wasn’t something you’d do. No way in hell.

Kid’s immediate reaction, while it shouldn’t have shocked Killer, did. He recalled when Kid took you on the team without even seeing how you fought or if you could even fight. He’s never seen him do anything like that before and since. Killer saw how lovesick Kid became only weeks after you joined. Kid would tell him how proud he was when you were getting better at fighting. Or how he loved being the one to protect you.

No matter what, Killer had to find you. The aftermath is something that Killer knew would lead to flames.

~~~

Using the new clothes you bought and wearing a mask, you managed to sneak into a salon to get a haircut. Changing your appearance slightly would allow you to go outside without the worry of being recognized. It also gives you a breath of fresh air. A new look for a new chapter of your life. The chapter of your time with Kid was coming to a close. It hurt as you’ve never been happier than when you were with them. But who knows, maybe you’ll be even happier somewhere else. Only time will tell.

Your and Kid’s shared laughter echoed in your ears as you both ran to the Victoria Punk. Well, he ran as he carried you on his shoulder. One hand full of raided goods and the other holding your legs. Both your hands filled with spices as you watch your mother and supposed to be future groom chase after you.

“Damnit, pirate! Give me back my wife!”

“Don’t you dare take her! She’s my key to getting out of this shitty place!�� Their words sounded like babble compared to the sound of your and Kid’s laughter.

“No can do losers! I take what I want!” Hearing Kid say those final words made your heart explode. He actually wanted you! Your face felt like it was on fire as his smell overwhelmed your senses.

Something inside you told you, you were meant to be his. That even though you’ve only known him for a day, he managed to make your heart beat like never before. His voice made your legs jelly, and his sheer strength had you staring at him like he was the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. Everything about him had you in awe.

You weren’t even out to sea, but this is the happiest you’ve ever been! If simply meeting him made you feel so much joy, how could it be when you’d get to see him every day? It’d be a dream you hope you’d never wake up from.

“How does this look, miss?” The hairdresser turned you towards the mirror.

“It looks great! Do you have time for a color?”

“Actually, yes! Let me go get the color swatches.”

~~~

“No sign of her Killer. We checked everywhere.” Heat’s words only caused dread to fill Killer. Everyone’s looked top to bottom, and not even a trace of your existence has been found.

“You don’t think she’s already gone, do you?”

“Don’t say shit like that. Just…she’s here. No way she could’ve already docked a different boat.” Just then, a familiar-looking outfit caught Killer’s eye. Same hair color and length. Not wanting to lose you to the crowd, Killer runs up to you.

“(Y/N)! Where have you been?! We’ve been looking everywhere-”

“Hmm?” Killer stops in his tracks when you turn to look at him. But it wasn’t you. The person before him had a completely different face. He thought it was you! How could someone look so similar?-

“Did you see her face?”

“No, she was too busy sucking that dipshits face!”

“Oh no.” Looking down at the woman, all the pieces started coming together in his mind.

“Heat! Go grab Kid!”

“Okay?” Heat’s footsteps leave Killer’s earshot quickly. Turning his attention to the woman, he could see her nervousness.

“Listen, I know this is weird, but I need to borrow you for a second. You looked like my friend's girlfriend from behind, and he thought she cheated. I just need him to see your face. I promise I’ll pay you. All you need to do is just stay right there.” Confusion appeared on the woman’s face before a frown as she crossed her arms.

“Damn pirates. Always assuming the worst in people. I’ll do it, but I have one condition.”

“Condition?”

“Yeah, condition! I’d like to have a few words with your friend as it’s obvious he’s a fucking idiot if he can’t even talk to his girlfriend like a reasonable adult. And the pay better be nice.” The woman stood her ground as she grumbled out the last part. Killer wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to be a part of a pirate's relationship problems. While on the one hand, he knew that letting her say some choice words for Kid could end badly on her end. Maybe it’ll give him the punch in the head to realize his mistake.

“Alright, Killer, I got him.” Kid’s grumpy face and heavy footsteps didn’t go unnoticed by the woman, as he could see her body tense.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“It wasn’t (Y/N) you saw 3 days ago. It was her. She looks the same if looked at from behind.” Killer motions the girl to turn around, and she does with a huff before turning back around.

“Where were you three days ago?”

“I was out on the town with my fiance. We went shopping before going to eat at the ice cream shop over there.”

“Rough guess on time?”

“2:30pm to 3pm. Are we done with the questions now?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Killer can still see the woman standing in front of Kid with a scowl on her face. Guess she was serious about giving him a few choice words.

“(Y/N) would have been with Hip at that time three days ago.” Looking at Kid, Killer could see the gears turning in his head before his face went pale.

“We’ve searched the entire place, and there's no trace of (Y/N).”

“No one’s seen her either.”

“Well, look again, damnit!” Killer could hear the panic in Kid’s voice as he spoke. His eyes darting in every direction to try and find you. Heat and Killer’s eye exchange looks of worry seeing the state of frenzy their captain was sinking into.

“Your acting like she’d want to go back to you.” Kid’s eyes snapped to the woman who looked at him with disdain. The air turned tense as Kid’s rage felt suffocating to be near, but the woman didn’t back down.

“What the fuck did you just say?!”

“You got sand in your ears? I said that your acting like she’d even want to go back to you. Your stupid to think so.” Turning to Killer, the woman held out her hand for her payment. Without saying a word to Kid, Killer hands the woman money, and she makes her escape. Kid just stands there frozen for a few seconds before coming back to.

“Don’t just stand there! Find her!”

~~~

“(Y/N) was it?”

“Yeah. Never thought I’d see a Strawhat here. Let alone a hopelessly lost one.”

“I’m not lost. I’m simply…enjoying the scenery?”

“Yeah, okay, swordsman.”

“Zoro.”

“Well, Zoro. What’s a strawhat doing here?”

“Beats me. What’s a Kid pirate doing here? More or less screaming and cussing out their captain in the middle of the woods while surrounded by their belongings?”

“Ex-Kid pirate. And let’s just say Eustass Kid lives up to the ‘most cruel new gen pirate’ allegations.”

You remembered the green-haired swordsman from Sabaody. He’s ten times more fit than the last time you saw him. It had you wondering what all the other Strawhats looked like.

“Who would have thought!” His laughter had your lips curving up to a small smile. It was a breath of fresh air to be smiling after 2-3 days of nonstop crying. You’ll probably be crying more today when you board the ship that’s supposed to take you home. The pain only three days in is insufferable, so you can’t imagine dealing with the pain truly alone in the middle of the sea while you're on a ship with strangers.

“They said dock C was where the Sunny is located.”

“Huh? Oh. Well, do you think you could get there yourself? I don’t remember which ship Kid’s is docked at, and I don’t want him to see me.”

“Probably. It’s over there, right?” Looking at where he was pointing, you see him pointing in the opposite direction. Sighing and letting out a silent cuss, you grab his wrist, frowning as you begin tugging him toward dock C.

“Oi woman! Where are you taking me?!”

“In the right direction of your ship! I just showed you the right way, and you were about to go in the complete opposite direction!” The sound of the wood creaking went ignored as you continued dragging the swordsman.

“God, where could that idiot be?!” A female voice hits your ears, causing you to stiffen. What if it was a crew member of Kid’s? You needed to listen again to know for sure.

“He’s always getting lost!” To your relief, the voice was entirely unfamiliar. You begin walking towards it and realize that a red-headed woman is coming your way.

“You know her?” You ask the man next to you as you point to the woman.

“Yeah, she’s our navigator. Nami!” Nami? The same Nami that used to have short hair and wore a t-shirt? That Nami? You almost didn’t recognize her!

“There you are! Jesus Zoro, can you not go one second and not get lost?!” Zoro rolled his eyes as you let go of his wrist. Now that he could get back, you can now make your way to your own boat.

“Who did you drag into helping you? She probably has a life unlike you.”

“She’s a Kid pirate-”

“Ex-Kid prate.”

“Huh? You must be new. I didn’t see you on Sabaody.”

“She’s the captain’s ex.” You look at the green-haired man before harshly hitting him.

“Oh, I remember you now! You look so much different than when I last saw you!”

“I can say the same for you. I’d love to chat more, but I can’t miss my ship back home.”

“Aw, shame! We were about to eat, you think you can join us? Least we can do for bringing back this idiot.” You were about to decline the offer as you weren’t in the mood to deal with many people, but your stomach growled loudly. Now you’d be caught lying if you said you weren’t hungry and declined. So despite your discomfort, you agreed. Free food, you supposed, especially nice when you haven’t eaten yet.

“Great! We’re not far away, so follow me!” Sighing quietly, you follow the woman without another word.

~~~

The feeling of guilt and disgust ate away at Kid as he began to tear apart the town. He should have known that you wouldn’t cheat. You’ve been with him since the beginning of his pirate life, and he thought you cheated without even listening to you.

He could still remember the look of horror and heartbreak you wore when he yelled and insulted you. He called you cruel names, and not once did you call him one back. Even through his temper, you never said a mean word. Sure, you raised your voice, but that’s nothing compared to what he did.

How could he even look you in the face? If you saw him, what would you do? Would you cry? Run away? Scream? All scenarios he knew would be negative. No way in hell you’d want to run to him after all the things he called you. Calling you the very things he promised not to call you after you told him your life before joining his crew. How could he fix a trust he worked so hard to establish, to begin with?

There were so many things he wanted to tell you. Tell you he’s sorry and that he’s an idiot. That you weren’t any of those things he said you were. He wanted to tell you that he loved you and beg for your forgiveness. That the first day he met you, he wanted you close. The way your first words to him were compliments and how you looked at him with admiring eyes.

Even when he slept during the time away from you after the fight, he was plagued by your heartbroken face. He’s never slept so shitty as he did when you were gone. His arms reached out for you only to feel the empty space next to him.

When he’d wake up, he could find dry tears stained into his face. And when he looked in the mirror, he could see the way his face was red and his eyes puffy. He caught himself calling out your name before remembering that he was alone. Whether he wanted to admit it at the time or not, the truth was he was miserable/ He couldn’t do anything in his workshop as he had no motivation as all he thought about was you and what you could have been doing.

Well, now that he knows that truth, he had to find you.

He’s been searching for what felt like hours. Destroying every building in his path just to find you. Yet no matter what building he broke down, there was no trace of you anywhere. It’s like you just disappeared. Vanished from the world and vanished from his life.

He couldn’t accept that you were gone. He wouldn’t accept it. How could he be the King of the Pirates if you weren’t there next to him? There’s no way he could deal with knowing what his actions had done and then go on to achieve something huge. You were supposed to celebrate with him.

“Kid!” Killer’s voice snapped him out of his destructive trance, making him turn to the man.

“What?! If you haven’t found (Y/N) yet, then I don’t wanna hear it!”

“There's a ship heading back to the sough blue in one hour. Me and the others believe she’s taking that ship back home.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?! Go see if she’s there, and if not, wait!” Killer sighed at his friend's words. He’s acting like you’re coming back willingly. What the woman told him earlier was right, even if Kid wouldn’t say it aloud. You’d probably rather sell yourself to the Marines than want to see Kid. But against his better judgment, he and Heat head off to the ship that could take you home.

~~~

“Shame you couldn’t stay longer! It’s nice to see and hear a new voice after dealing with Luffy every day.” You couldn’t help but laugh. It felt nice to feel something other than overwhelming sadness. Probably the most laughter that’d come out of you for quite a while. Especially if you were going home.

“Where do you plan on going next? I mean, I doubt you want to stay on an island with strangers.”

“Home. There’s a ship that’s heading to the south blue in an hour. I was gonna take it home.”

“Wow, that’s a long way.”

“Tell me about it. Not looking forward to the journey.”

“Oi Strawhat!” Both you and Nami turn your heads to see who could be yelling. Only last minute did you recognize the voice and the man running towards you. Quickly turning your head back around, you hope that your different colored hair would throw him off.

“(Y/N)! There you are! We’ve been looking everywhere!”

‘Shit. Just my fucking luck.’ You hear his footsteps stop right behind you. Even though Killer was innocent, you still wanted to ignore him.

“Have you been with the Strawhats the entire time? Actually, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have to come back. Kid knows the truth and is tearing the town apart looking for you. Literally.”

“Let him search. Let him wallow in guilt.”

“Listen, I understand your upset. You have every right to be but-”

“No buts! You know what he called me, Killer?! He called me a whore! Useless! I’m a useless whore to him! I’m not going back and living in skepticism if Kid actually loves me or not! Someone who loves someone wouldn’t say such words. So leave me alone.”

“(Y/N)-”

“You heard her! Leave her alone.” To your surprise, Nami steps in front of you. Dividing you and Killer.

“Strawhat stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you.”

“Tell me this, would you go back if you were in her shoes?”

“What?”

“Would you go back if you were in her shoes?” Killer stays silent before sighing.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Exactly. So why should she?”

“Kid knows about the boat that’s supposed to take you home. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s beat us to it.” Killer’s voice makes your heart drop. How the hell were you gonna sneak onto the boat without Kid seeing you and causing a scene?

“That doesn’t matter anyway since she’s sailing with us now!” Your eyes blow wide at Nami’s words.

“You are?”

“I am?” Nami shoots a look at you before you understand the idea.

“I mean, yes, I am!” Crossing your arms, you look at Killer from behind Nami. You see Killer and Heat exchange looks. If Killer didn’t have his mask on, there's no doubt that he be rubbing his face.

“When the hell did you decide this?”

“Earlier today, actually!” It felt wrong to lie to him, but the idea of staying in the new world and continuing to explore started to grow on you. If Nami was actually thinking about letting you tag along with them, maybe you’d take them up on the offer.

Instead of going home and most likely going to be married off again by your mom, you’d continue to be free. Be able to see things that child you never thought you would.

“What should I tell Kid then? Cause we both know how he’s gonna react when he hears this.” Everyone went silent at the idea of coming up with a plan that would cause the least amount of damage to people and ships. Just then, an idea popped into your head.

“I’ve got an idea.”

~~~

Kid’s loud footsteps made the dock shake as he followed Killer and Heat. The two men told him that they saw you heading to dock C but lost you in the crowd. Hearing that, Kid made a mad dash towards the port to try and find you. You were still here, but he didn’t know how long you would be. He couldn’t afford to just miss you.

“This way!” Turning a sharp corner, Killer directs Kid to where they last saw you. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as adrenaline was running fast through his veins. Flashes of memories with you invade Kid’s mind as he fears that if he misses you, he’ll never be able to create more.

“Wait, I think I see her!” Killer stops suddenly as he points out to the sea. Fear clutches Kid’s heart when he sees you leaning against the railing of the Strawhats ship. Kid rushes to the dock that the boat had just sailed away from moments ago. He looks on in horror as he watches the ship slowly move away from him.

“(Y/N)!” He can see your head turn, and both your eyes lock. A look of sadness and anger crosses your face as you look at him. His breathing loud as words start to stumble from his mouth. For the first time, Kid’s vulnerability was shown to the people of the world as he called to you.

“(Y/N)! I know now! I’m sorry for saying all those fucked up things to you! Your none of those things, I promise!” You said nothing to him, but he could see the small drops of tears rolling down your face.

“I’m a dumbass! I was made and said things I didn’t mean! Get off the ship and come back! I’ll do anything!” Kid could feel his legs grow weak as the ship moved farther and farther away from him. For the first time in his life, he wished he’d never eaten that devil fruit. His only true enemy stood between him and you.

“I need you to come back! I can’t be King of the Pirates without you! I love you! I love you so fucking much that you not being next to me sounds like an eternal hell! I need you with me!” Kid could only feel his heart shatter when you stopped leaning on the railing and turned away from him, walking out of his sight. It felt as if time had stopped and the world stopped turning.

Kid’s legs finally gave out as he fell to his knees. The world turned deathly silent as he couldn’t even hear his own heartbeat. All he could hear and feel was the tears that slid down his cheeks and the sound of his last words being the only words he could hear as he watched the ship sail away,

“Please…don’t go…”

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Happy Wife, Happy Life.

Hantengu clones x Fem!Reader [Yandere-Angst-Fluff]

Part one.

Dividers by Saradika

Y/N = Your Name

Synopsis: Another punishment causes her to finally go cold with her 'beloveds'. They finally know what has been bubbling up inside of her after the many harsh punishments given to her.

Warnings: Possessiveness (duh), gaslighting(?), manipulation, coddling, isolation, monophobia, stalking, reader loses her shit at them, ANGST, more suffering! :D

Requested by: luvcOree

Ps: I didn't notice that my tumblr auto updated and I had saved this on schedule only to find out that I couldn't edit it, so I had to delete the whole thing and rewrite it only to find out later that you could edit the post 😭 so that's why I have to reset to this- I'M SORRY

(Look at this goofy fella I found on pinterest)

This morning was no different from the others except for a little bit of harsh weather. Y/N was simply cooking for herself while also being deep in thought. She's been thinking about her family for some time now, especially her sibling. She's been missing her mother and father dearly and it's been eating up at her for too long, she can't take it anymore. After having finished making herself her meal, the woman took a deep, nervous breath and left for the dark room her husbands stayed during daytime. Walking up the stairs, Y/N was certain that they had already heard her since she was in the kitchen and by the time she arrived, they were all in the darkest corners of the room, or in this case, he was. "Dear?" He was quick to flinch at the mere sound of her voice, but that was just him in general which did not surprise Y/N in the slightest. Hantengu, the main body of the clones, was currently the only one present due to the clones not being seperated. They often stayed merged together with Hantengu to avoid the sun and only revealed themselves at night. This gave Hantengu time to spend with her since his clones would all simply want her attention to themselves (if you like the clones, love him too beuz they're all the same person). "Y.. Yes?" The demon answered timidly to his wife as she entered the room, closing the shōji door behind her.

Y/N inhaled deeply before timidly asking him the question. "May I go spend some time with my family for today? I promise I'll be home early! I just... want to see them. It's been too long..." To Y/N, this was nothing more than a simple request and perhaps even a reward for having been the obedient wife they wanted and giving them all an equal amount of attention, keeping them all satisfied. To the Hantengus however, this was a question they all dreaded. Their dear wife asking to go outside, even more so to visit someone? What was wrong with staying home? They provide her with everything she needs, get her everything she asks for one way or another. What more does she want? Cowardly as the demon may be, he could not let his dear go. Not the one who he knows believes in his innocence. Not the one he needs. "N.. No... You can't! W-What if you get hurt and.. and I'm not... there?" "But it's just my family! I'll just be there for today and nowhere else! Please, let me go visit them!" But the wife was desperate. She doesn't ask much of neither him or the clones, much less Zohakuten, who she knows is more strict and harsh. Y/N does as she is told, stays home where she is safe and gives them attention. Even Urami and Zohakuten on the rare occasions they reveal themselves. Y/N is a good wife, never asks for anything, but this time, she was desperate. She even said that she'll be home before dusk. But the husbands, they disagree. She cannot leave. She'd be out of their sights, vulnerable, in danger. They cannot risk their lovely wife dying, the risk is too grave. "No! You c-cannot go! You'll... You'll get hurt!" What would he do without her? What they do without her? All he would offer is to stay home and spend some time with him which she reluctantly agreed to. Y/N wasn't happy. She could never be happy. Her family! She needs to see them at least once after having left without much of a valid explanation.

If they wouldn't let her see them once, then she'll go herself with or without their permission.

For the entire day until dark, Y/N was with Hantengu and didn't really do much. She did have some surprisingly pleasant conversations (and with his constant complaining of the evil around him and that he is an innocent demon), cuddled with him the same way she would with the clones, took a day nap and so on. However, while she was a sweet and loving wife towards him, she was waiting for him to leave in search for humans to eat and to find the Blue Spider Lily for his master. Soon, evening would arrive and Hantengu would go out for his hunt and mission leaving Y/N alone until he would return. She watched him shrink and leave through the dark forest of where their shared home is located. When she was sure she was alone, she too would leave. Y/N would pack her delicious sweets for her parents and sibling before then leaving her home.

After almost forty five minutes of travelling by foot, Y/N finally made it to the home of her parents. luckily for her, her sibling was there as well. Running up to the door excitedly, Y/N knocked and waited for one of her family members to open for her. Eventually, all would go as she had hoped. Y/N managed to see her parents after so long, caught up with her sibling and would finally be able to spend some time with them after not having seen them in so long. She laughed, she conversed, she cooked with her father/ mother, played with her sibling like children once more knowing that Hantengu would return at midnight. But that wasn't the case this time.

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The clones were beyond furious that their wife was not where they had left her. They were all lucky enough to have returned home early after successfully killing demon slayers and humans, but another unsuccessful scavenge for the Blue Spider Lily. The entire ordeal had left them all irritated as usual and simply wanted to be comforted by the loving embrace of their betrothed only to find out that she wasn't there. Sekido yelled and threw a fit, as expected from the clone of anger, and in a desperate attempt to have her back, he forcefully fused. The only reasons the others did not have a problem with Sekido's rather daring stunt is of course for none other than Y/N. Once Zohakuten was formed and Urami had revealed himself, both clones immediately went for the search of their beloved wife. They immediately knew where she was anyways and she would return by choice or by force.

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Both clones watched from afar as Y/N laughed loudly with a person who they assume is their sibling. Neither of them could believe she would ever do such a thing despite having been told that she wasn't allowed to go! Both would soon close in on the home of where she was, but would keep their distance. Zohakuten would hit one of his drums and would command one of his wooden dragon heads to close in and for Y/N to return. He was still quite furious at the fact that she left despite having been told not to and Urami even more so. It wouldn't be long before Y/N noticed a strange piece of wood moving and eventually realise who it was. Soon, she would bid her family farewell and leave as they hoped she would. Without wasting any more time, she went to the forested area where Urami and Zohakuten stood and would timidly approach. Zohakuten gave her a steely glare and simply pointed towards his wooden dragon head while Urami would already begin his scolding. "How dare you leave! You had us all worried sick! Did we not tell you that you could not visit your family? You could've gotten hurt or worse! Do you know how much it would've broken us if you did?" That is all she heard until she arrived home. Urami carried her inside and placed her down before shrinking back to Hantengu, who began to bawl his eyes out. Zohakuten eyed Hantengu for a moment with pity before returning his intimidating gaze back to her. "How dare you leave me, woman. Have you no shame? I thought you were hurt!" Zohakuten continued to go off angrily at Y/N, blaming her for his anxiety and worry. Being the foul-mouthed boy he is, he cursed in his sentences. "You ungrateful wench! This time, punishment will be longer and harsher! You want to disobey me? Fine! I've been too lenient with your behavior!" Said the boy while dragging her by the wrist to the solitary room. "I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" "Silence! I won't hear it!" The door to her punishment once again opened as Zohakuten then so rudely shoved her into the room, this time without a candle before slamming and locking the door shut. "No... No!" Begging would get her nowhere. Not this time.

"Sweet thing... You've disappointed me."

"When we tell you something, you listen. You will regret disobeying us."

"My little songbird, I thought we had an agreement!"

"... Perhaps a harsher treatment shall remind you not to disobey us again, dewdrop."

And it starts again.

But she didn't beg this time. Perhaps a few tears, but Y/N didn't beg nor did she scream or cry. It dawned on her that perhaps they truly don't care for her feelings and only their own. Perhaps they are selfish monsters who only want to hurt her for their own amusement. At least, that's what their wife began to think. Y/N dragged her futon to the corner and made herself comfortable (as comfortable as she could get in a cold, dark and solitary room), simply staring up at the ceiling in the pitch black room deep in thought of the husbands she loved so much. Before long, the woman fell asleep with a new hatred for her husbands.

The punishment went on for three days instead of the usual two hours. Three entire days of no social interaction, not a word from them and almost no food or water as well. The clones truly did consider depriving her of human necessities, but Urogi had convinced them to be more merciful on their poor wife, having convinced them that she would learn her lesson.

The end of her punishment had arrived. It was over and the clones couldn't wait to hear her say that she had learned her lesson. That she would be a good wife and admit that she will be home where it's safe. That she'll apologise for her misbehaviour. But no, that's not what happened. The clones were absolutely shocked at her behavior when they finally let her out of the room. She was irritable, scornful and suddenly sharp-tongued almost as if someone had flipped a switch and changed her personality entirely. She didn't even want to be in his same room as them, much less have them look at her. Even Sekido began trying the gentle treatment to get closer to her, but that didn't work. "Dewdrop... What happened to her... This isn't the woman I married..." Aizetsu's sapphire coloured eyes began tearing up as he thought of her disrespectful behavior. Y/N would spout hurtful comments at them and express her hatred towards them as if they had hurt her in some way and Aizetsu, he hated that very much. It made him quite sad. "How dare she speak to us that way!" Sekido growled angrily while thinking of her new behavior towards them. Karaku and Urogi stayed mostly silent about the situation, thinking of what could've happened for her to act like this (hm, I wonder why). They would all continue to discuss among themselves, trying to figure out a way to get closer to her without being met with scorn. "It doesn't matter if either three of us say it, she won't believe us. She'll just shove us away and continue with this." Urogi argues while looking at Sekido. It is true, any apology from either Karaku or Urogi would sound fake and from Aizetsu would sound merely like something to ease her hard feelings. "He's right, you know..." Karaku mumbles quietly while playing around with his uchiwa.

Aizetsu knew Sekido would have a huge problem with apologising since he finds it pathetic for someone such as himself, and considering the emotion he is, he would absolutely refuse due to his pride and brash personality. "I already told you fools, I'm not going to apologise!" "Then how do you want her to trust us again, Sekido? If we want our dear back, we have to apologise." Said the relaxed clone in a rather stern tone. Karaku would be the last clone to ever speak in such a stern and serious tone due to his mischievous behavior, but there were times even he knew when it was needed. He got up from where he said and got face-to-face with his older self, staring at him with a blank expression. "You do it. You'd be the most convincing out of all of us. That or we risk losing her, because then, we'd have to move to measures that we would all like to avoid for her sake." Sekido knew exactly what Karaku meant, he wasn't stupid. If they let her continue this, she would grow more reckless and rebellious, and they couldn't risk that. The vexed clone huffed reluctantly, acknowledging the fact that what his clone stated was indeed correct. He, out of every clone, is least likely to apologise and admit that he was wrong. It's a rather stupid solution in his eyes, but the one that they've come up with currently and they will act on it.

So, with a deep breath and some preparation from his clone brethren, he walks to the room where his lovely wife is to apologise. "Y/N-" "You again? I told you not to even look at me, you disgusting demon!" Those hurtful comments irked him, yes, but if he wanted to get on her good side again, he would have to swallow his pride and apologise like a mature adult. "What do you want from me? Just looking at your hellish eyes makes me sick! How did I even fall in love with you?" Her crude comments continue to flow freely and uncensored as if he were a mere stranger to her. The woman didn't even give him a chance to speak which led him to approach her in the blink of an eye, gripping her shoulders tightly. "Will you let me speak, woman?" Sekido asked and as usual, his snappy tone seemed to slip through. This did not come off well to the wife, as she merely continued to berate him and his clones. Finally, Sekido lost it and yelled at her, shutting her up for the moment. "LISTEN TO ME. I..." It was a struggle trying to utter those embarrassing words. A demon doesn't apologise, much less an Upper Moon! How dare she make him seem like a fool! How dare she make him be so- so... so weak! This wasn't how things were supposed to be! But... Sekido will play nice, for now, suck it up and apologise. "I'm... sor... I..." Sekido huffs again while interally cursing at himself for being so pathetic. ["It's just a damn sentence...!"] His monstrous grip tightens, but he remembers to tone it down for her fragile human body. After almost a minute of struggling to get out a simple sentence, Sekido does it. It was the simple thought of Y/N leaving him that pushed him to do so. What would they do without her? Who would calm him down when he would have one of his rage fits? Who would Karaku tell his hunts and mission to? Who would keep Aizetsu from sulking? Who would preen Urogi's wings? Who would love him?

There was no one like you. Not in their demented eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Her expression immediately went from annoyed and hateful to shocked and confused. Sekido apologising? What possessed him to do such a 'shameful' act? "I... Understand that what we did to you was too far... My dear wife." It was rough at first, but soon, the words flowed out flawlessly. "My dear wife, I apologise for my and Zohakuten's brash behavior. In a moment of desperation I lost my composure and did not realise what the consequences of my actions would lead to." It was pathetic, but better to seem like a fool than lose the one thing you cannot live without. But she wouldn't fall for it a second time. "How dare you..." Sekido was understandably surprised. "You think a simple apology would have me running back into your arms like the many, many times before? Have you forgotten what you did to me, Sekido? Have you forgotten the many tears I cried because of my fear?" No, he did not. Did they really think she was going to forget it all just like that? All the torture, the punishment just because they did not see whatever she did that time fit? "How many times have you lied to me? How many times have you guilt tripped me into thinking it was my fault even though it was yours?!" "Y/N I-"

"DON'T interrupt ME while I'm TALKING!!"

It was practically trauma at that point and the clones had no one to blame but themselves. What did they expect? The pain and fear would've caught up eventually.

"I'm afraid of you... I don't love you anymore. I-I..." But even then, does she truly believe her own words? Is she that naive that she truly can't see what is wrong here?

"You put me alone in a room without a single thing but a futon and a chamberstick. You're insane...! All of you know I hate being alone! I'm afraid of being alone!! Do my endless screams and cries, begging and hitting the door entertain any of you?" Y/N hoped it wasn't true, but at this point, she was smart to know it was. Her fear entertained them. They were after all still demons and a human fearing a demon is the greatest sight and feeling a demon can get. "No-" "Don't lie to me..." He knew he needed to tell the truth eventually. "... Yes." The thick streams of tears continued more and more like a raging river crashing down a dam and flowing freely. "Get away from me..."

They can't lose you.

She was in their arms faster than she could blink. "Dewdrop... I'm sorry... Don't leave us... please." The sight of his betrothed's beautiful face stained with tears was enough to shatter Aizetsu. He didn't mean to push her this far. What kind of husband tortures his wife? Oh, how wrong they were. "Songbird, you can do anything but leave. You can scream and yell at us, hit and stab us, we will take it all with grace, but please, I beg of you don't leave. I swear on my lord's name we will be better!" The all clung onto her as if she were their lifeline. They will beg, scream and cry if they must in order to get her to stay. She cannot leave. "I'll never laugh at your tears again, I'll never make you cry. Sweet thing, don't leave. I will get on my knees if I have to..." The woman can put them all on a leash if it meant that she'd stay. They might have been all high and mighty then, but the moment she even hints at leaving for good, suddenly they're her lapdogs. It would crush them if she were to leave for good. They cannot lose that one good feeling not even they can describe. It wasn't joy or pleasure... What it was? They did not know, but it felt too good to be let go and she was the cause of this. Neither dignity or pride was no longer of importance to them, only Y/N was.

"You can put me on a leash and I'd say 'Thank you'... Do whatever you want, but you will not leave me." The lengths these psychopaths would go for one woman is near insanity. They were all demented and she was the one person keeping them sane. Possessiveness in a human can only go so far, but a demon is a new thing entirely. Considering their power, they will do what they must for their love, for that one person. They cannot leave, who said they could leave? Some may hurt them and prevent them from doing so, others may become their servants. Whatever works is what they will do. That one person is their entire life. They cannot live without that one person.

"Don't leave me, please."

No, she could never. They had gotten her too far in. She was theirs, she was already claimed by them. Y/N was going nowhere and she accepted that. Horrid as their actions may be, these man-eating demons loved her. They love her.

"I won't."

So it all starts again. Y/N goes back to them, rushing into their arms as they had hoped for. Their arms clung onto to her as if she would disappear if they didn't hold her. They hugged her tightly, not daring to let go of her in fear of her disappearing. They all told her how much they loved her, how they would sell their soul for her to be happy. The clones and their wife cuddled together for the entire night, not daring to let go of her. She was constantly met with kisses, small love bites, licks, whatever, as long as it expressed their love and affection to her.

She wouldn't ever leave them. She was theirs and it was written in stone.

Which still begs the question Sekido had asked last time.

"... Would you like to bear us a child?"

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Yes daddy, I would love for you to breed me.

Ps: I added Zohakuten, because he too is a clone. Yes, he does see reader as his wife, but that doesn't mean he engages in those acts with reader. He loves her too, but only in a romantic sense. He has the physical build of a child, yes, but that doesn't mean it's sexual. Just thought I'd clear it up for you snowflakes out there.

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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DID BEELSCUSTARD GOT TERMINATED WHY

Okay I saw about this when I checked Tumblr this morning before work. Normally I don’t post during work hours (thanks to the queue), but I couldn’t stop thinking about this & I think it’s important for people to know.

beelscustard & I think a few other blogs that did image editing were terminated due to copyright laws.

I don’t know enough about these laws to speak on it & presumably they’re going by the laws in Japan. I was always under the impression that as long as no money is being made from it, fanworks of all kinds are permissible. But that may not be the case for Japanese laws & there may be some ambiguity when it comes to editing of images from game content.

That being said, I think this is a really shitty move.

The fandom has been lagging already & now they’re going to come in & hurt their own fans by not only deleting years worth of dedicated work but depriving other fans of that work as well? This is something that will only hurt them, not help them.

They have continually made some upsetting decisions, but this really takes the cake in my opinion.

I don’t know if they’re planning on doing anything else like this. My understanding is that it has to do with data mining & image editing, but that doesn’t mean they won’t come for other fanworks as well. I’m not telling anybody to panic about it, but just make sure you’ve got your stuff somewhere. There’s a way to backup Tumblr blogs I think. I’ll see if I can find the post about it after I get off work & then I’ll reblog it.

As fans, all we can do is support each other. It sucks, but this game exists to make money. That’s always going to be their priority. We get to decide for each of us as individuals how much money we’re willing to give to support the underlings who are working on the game that actually care about the content they create.

I don’t think it’s likely that they would crack down on fanfiction blogs, but I have posted plenty of screenshots. So if you’re worried about losing me, you can go follow me on my main blog @misc-magic if you would like to. It might not matter but I’m not sure how serious they’re going to get with this.

I’m sorry to use your ask as a more general announcement, Kian. I know you already follow my main 💕 but hopefully this also answers similar questions for others as well.

If I see anything else that I can share I’ll keep you all updated.

#everything was fine until they started the new app #now they keep doing stupid shit #I kinda wish we could go back to that time sigh #obey me #obey me nightbringer #expressionless-fr #cc mutuals #misc answers

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daffi-990 · 2 months

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @missmagooglie

I’ve been tippy tap typing away at various different scenes for Chapter 9 of Rival Firefighters 🚒. A few sentences here, a couple of hundred words there … trying to just go with the flow and let the words happen.

Todays snippet is a direct continuation on from this one. (Also I changed it from two days after the tsunami to one. So not the very next day, but the one after that. So Buck’s only had around 24 hrs to spiral instead of 48 … which is probably a good thing 😅)

Eddie had messaged him yesterday, updating him on Chris’s well-being and the results of his doctor & therapist appointments, and while Buck appreciates that Eddie did that (Buck hadn’t been able to feel a single drop of ease until Eddie’s first message that Chris’s doctor gave him the all clear), he doesn’t understand why.

Why was Eddie keeping him informed about Chris? Shouldn’t he be deleting Buck’s number and telling him that Buck is never to see Chris again? That their friendship is done and the only relationship they’ll have is at work? Until even that falls apart, Buck’s mere presence becoming too much for Eddie - a constant reminder that he almost lost Chris. That Buck put Chris in danger and almost got him killed.

Eddie had tried to call him last night, but Buck had ignored each attempt, unable to bring himself to answer and hear Eddie say everything he’s already said to himself for the past 24 hours. He knows he’s only delaying the inevitable, but he just can’t do it. Answering the phone mean’s saying goodbye and Buck never wants to say goodbye to Eddie. To Chris. They’re his family and he doesn’t want to lose them, even though he knows he already has.

Buck drops his head into his hands, ready to give in to the sea of despair and loss that beckons him to dive into its depth and drown, when there’s a knock at the door. With a weary sigh he gets to his feet, goes to the door and opens it. The sight of Eddie and Christopher standing on the other side is not one he was expecting to see today, or ever again.

Christopher smiles at him as he moves forward, leaning into Buck for a hug. “Hey, Buck.”

It’s a bit awkward, mainly because Buck’s brain is still trying to process the fact that they’re here and so he just kind of stands there, one hand still on the door and the other hanging by his side.

“Good morning, Buck.” Eddie says as he moves past them into the apartment.

Buck’s brain finally comes back online enough for him to wrap his arm around Chris loosely in a small return hug, afraid to hold on too tightly. Chris may not have sustained a lot of injuries in the tsunami, but Buck doesn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He’s done enough damage already.

No pressure tagging: @tizniz @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @watchyourbuck @athenagranted @wildlife4life @puppyboybuckley @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @evanbegins @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @jesuisici33 @jeeyuns @mellaithwen @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @shortsighted-owl @theotherbuckley @prettyboybuckley @princessfbi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @steadfastsaturnsrings @shitouttabuck @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @fiona-fififi @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @spagheddiediaz @ladydorian05 @bekkachaos @nmcggg and anyone else who wants to share something, be it a wip, some art or an edit. Everything and everyone is welcome 💕

#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #daffi writes #buddie wip #buddie #Buck is deep in the feels but it’s okay .. Eddie and Chris have got him ❤️

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crystalartsandanimation · 6 months

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Okay, it's 10:30 in the morning, I'm running on two hours of sleep, but I really want to get my thoughts out about the new episode (and wow, it's absolutely safe to say that all of us were not expecting this to happen because we usually get an announcement about a week or two before the premiere, so that's very mind-blowing (should I mention the fact that it came out on Chosen's birthday?)).

Spoilers under the cut:

Yep, as the others pointed out, the gray stick figure is confirmed to be Victim, as proven by this detail here:

And his main goal reveals to be getting revenge on Alan since his presumed death around 17 years ago. Though it's still not confirmed on how he was able to escape his deletion. I did hear a theory, however, and I think it was posted in the first episode of AvA VI, that Adobe Flash does save a temporary file, so that might explain how he escaped. Whatever the case may be, there's no doubt that this will be one hell of a family reunion once Alan and Victim meet face-t0-face again after all those years.

And how to do that? He's going to have Yellow bring him in. Theory correct that Yellow's going to be playing a major part in the story because of how there were two scenes in which he was the first to appear (one where Second started using his pencil to fight off the mercenaries, and one where the mercenaries took off with a paused Chosen and Second), and how he was the first to lead the stick figures in the direction the fight was taking place after arriving (all details in AvA VI: Episode 1 - Wanted, of course).

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The fight scene... wow...

And I'm getting major callbacks to Animator vs. Animation (original) once the clones were pulled out...

And the fact that we get to see all of this in 3D...

The hammer...

The shuriken (I think that's what it's called)...

The sword...

The... whatever this is... bullet-like projectiles?...

(Edit: They're keyframes, I've heard about this from a couple different places.)

The lasso...

But I feel so bad for Chosen at the same time. Victim, what are you doing to him? 😭😭😭😭 He's becoming more dangerous by the minute...

And don't even get me started on Second; the poor stick figure finally found out that he does have powers... by accident...

Oh, I couldn't imagine the thoughts that are running through his head right now. I couldn't even imagine what he would be thinking if he found out about Alan's past...

#alan becker #animator vs animation #ava victim #ava the chosen one #ava the second coming #animator vs animation spoilers #ava spoilers #animator vs animation VI spoilers #ava VI spoilers #animator vs animation 6 spoilers #ava 6 spoilers #Alan you're killing me here asnfbgjkabfhvbanfvslhfa

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hhactorauofficial · 2 months

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Backstage Banter: Welcome to the aftershow!

Actor AU: Hazbin Hotel Cast x Reader

"Welcome backstage dear viewers!"

"How are you all doing this hellish morning?"

"It's your beloved radio host Alastor speaking!"

"And this is Vox, everyone's favorite iconic television broadcaster!"

"We're accompanied by our fellow cast members today to answer your queries or to simply entertain!"

"Right on! Either way, running this blog was an idea by one of the producers to increase publicity so we decided to try it. We hope to see you all again soon!"

Hey guys! @matrixbearer2024 here! I end up playing the role of a producer on the set for these guys, so if you all want a question answered or have any requests in this AU- go ahead and drop them in the blog's inbox! The two characters most active on this blog would probably be Alastor and Vox(they're my favorites and they're media overlords so it fits) but you guys could always request for the appearance of the other cast members and I will deliver! Just drop in a request/question for them about anything and they'll pop up! By the way, the cast will also mostly look the same because they'll always be in costume. So unless you request for them not to be in costume they'll look as you'd expect of them in the canon show!

"While I don't necessarily partake and indulge in anything sexual of the sort, I don't mind any of you discussing or hinting about it. After all, watching you lot collectively lose your minds about our characters were absolutely flattering!"

"He means hilarious. The last time the merch sales spiked because of his character's hooves being revealed left him cackling for days."

Al is still canonically aromantic asexual in this, same with how Vox is bisexual and so on and so forth with genders of the other characters. Not to mention I don't mind any 18+ asks or requests with nsfw undertones. After all, actors sometimes read twitter thirst tweets so this won't be any different!

"There's some... really gross stuff sometimes though, and I'd just like to ask you all to please not drag that into this blog- we're here to have fun, not get weirded out."

"Even if the internet is an inherently weird place as is!"

"Okay, well- not too weirded out then."

I will draw the line when it comes to some topics, but the canon-typical violence of the show is generally fine. Remember- this blog at the core is like an actor forum. So please interact with these guys similarly to how you would if you were asking them questions at a comicon panel. If the ask is a little too out of my comfort zone, I will delete it and move onto the next ask. You may also reference some fics, artworks, or just an fanmade media you want the group to react to! Of course, give credit where credit is due and follow internet etiquette!

"Anyway, we look forward to seeing what you all have in store for us dear viewers!"

"Until then, we hope you all enjoy your stay!"

Yep! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy your interactions with the cast! Toodles!

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— Roleplay masterlist here! —

(Btw, OOC chatter from me will be pink and in brackets. Here's also some character information to get started. Thank you!) (New edit- RP Masterlist can be found here!)

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gh0stswh0re · 1 year

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i literally can not wait to get home and edit my könig fic, so here are some headcanons i have for the love of my life <33 probably deleting this

ps. i am an unhinged human being and not legally responsible for any mental damage this shit post may cause u!!

he's heavily into edging n overstimulation, but half of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing - he's either lost the feeling of time or is scared he's gonna hurt u, cuz he thinks u are not wet enough yet - he literally lives by the "a man has to earn his right to fuck u".

whether it's by fucking u open with his fingers - starts off with just one, carefully pumping it in and out of ur cunt, stretching u open, quietly gasping each time he feels u clench around his fingers. and then, he adds another, and after you've came for the third or fourth fucking time that hour (and if u asked him real nice) he'll add a third one.

he could hardly ever get bored of it, but after a while he'll just start using his mouth - groaning, grunting and humming against ur cunt as he eats u out. it's literally a fucking wonder how quiet he tends to be, but physically can not shut his mouth as he fucks u. (he gradually switches from english to german, from full blown sentences to quiet, pathetic stutters mixed with whiny, beggy whimpers). so by the time he finally decides he's done, you're already overstimulated - sore and sensitive to the point where u feel like u will come each time his fingers ghost over ur clit, ur cunt physically aching each time he touches you, slams his hips against urs.

his fav thing is seeing u squirming in his touch, trying to get away from him and just grabbing you by ur hips or placing a hand on ur throat keeping u in place.

he's a sucker for lacey lingerie - never ever allows u to take it off, he just pushes it to side and has his way with u - whatever he wants, until the fabric is soaked in ur arousal and his semen - then he just puts the fabric back in place, readjusting it right before placing a kiss on ur lower tummy. mostly happens in the mornings, as he loves seeing u throughout the day knowing his cum is leaking out of ur warm cunt, pooling in the lacey underwear he bought for u.

if he notices u away from others (or if nobody's particularly paying attention to u) he'll snatch u up, his chest pressed against ur back as his head rests on ur shoulder, his hot breath heavy against ur ear as he whispers sweet nothings in ur ear - left hand covering ur mouth as he forces his right in ur pants - teasing ur clit, gliding his fingers against ur slit, spreading your wetness over his fingers. he'd go fucking feral, seeing u needy under him, growing impatient as u bite down on his hand to quiet ur moans - sometimes he just can't resist not fucking u there and then (or in the nearest bathroom).

just imagine teasing him with a vibrator pressed against his tip, as u stroke him - slowly, sensually, almost poetically in a way - he'd get so overstimulated, biting down on his tongue, his abs flexing under ur touch, his heartbeat so fast he'd already gotten light headed, low pleas for mercy escaping his lips (please just let him cum already, he'll be such a good boy, he'd do whatever u want him to, he'll buy u flowers, he'll never bitch about u stealing his shirts again, he'll never call u something in german again refusing to tell u the translation, he'll never refuse the extra five mins of cuddles again, he'll never ever dare teasing u again, ruining ur orgasm, just please please let him cum, he needs it so bad he'll break down completely). definitely don't imagine how he'd literally start crying - sobbing and panting, trembling - after you flicked ur tongue over his tip, closing ur lips around his dick right before his climax hit him, as u swallow each and every drop of him.

#cod könig #cod konig #könig #könig x you #könig x reader #könig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #cod #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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be-my-ally · 1 year

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Director Elvis & Model Bunny

So this comes off of the yet to be released/finished big bunny #3 but essentially, it’s post the flight in #2 and after Elvis has taken her in the morning to his rehearsal just because I thought she'd be very amenable to his suggestion.

you may have deleted it but too late jade, i saw the message, and you got me hooked please never think you're being too demanding I love it - if someone else is writing this too, or if you were gonna use it for yourself then pls god pls i need that too but uh…. i couldn’t resist. So happy birthday @whositmcwhatsit (even though I’m like half hour late) xxxxxxx

summary: bunny + elvis get up to fun with a camera.

warnings: 18+, apologies for the use of Priscilla but I swear she’s barely there. Watching a tape of two girls w/o their consent, video recording (with consent), fingering, p in v sex - elvis cums in her. this has not been edited.

wc: miss concise smut strikes again - 4.5k.

I was imagining (not wearing this suit but still) Elvis from this day in 1974 in case you were wondering.

You sit there primly, for the rest of the rehearsal, ignoring your newfound nakedness under your skirt - unable to draw your eyes off of his wrists, his waist, now you know the story of those innocuous little white bands. Waiting to be dismissed, sent home - although you hope that you might, one day, get another invitation. He finishes, stripping off the weights as he’s laughing and thanking the sound guys - although he's shouting back at one of them as he stalks across the stage to where you’re sat to the side of the front row.

“That interference needs to be cut by tonight, it’s messin’ with my ears, I don’t care if you have to go out and buy a whole new fucking system - just get it done.” Despite his harsh words by the time he’s kneeling in front of you he’s smiling slightly bashfully. His eyes crinkling at the edges as he mutters to you -

“Don’t know why I keep ‘em around.” He offers you his hand, pulling with his suddenly weightless feeling muscles to yank you up with him. His arm coming around your waist. He stands there, legs spread and solid, holding you to him, brushing your hair off your neck to whisper in your ear.

“Wanna come back with me, honey? C’mon baby,” He’s pleading with you, entreating you to follow him, babying tone convincing you as if you even needed encouragement. “How - How’d you feel about, I got some things we could watch, we could," He stutters a little, perhaps a little nervous about his next suggestion - you think it's sweet, "we could - I sure would love to tape ya, baby.” You lean back, brow furrowing as your mind runs through what he’s suggesting.

It’s not something that’s unheard of, especially in the circles you’re running in - hell, half the tapes on Big Bunny were pornographic, but to feature in one yourself? Watch one, with Elvis? It takes a minute for your brain to process. He strokes his hand up your back though and that’s all it takes for you to succumb, nodding desperately. He kisses you as a reward, and you feel yourself melt further, the thought running through the back of your head that you’re not wearing any panties, and god are you about to drip down your thigh? You clench your legs together as he shifts, switching his hand from around your waist to your wrist, pulling you along with him.

He practically shoves you into the car, his knee jiggling - in nerves or anticipation you can’t be sure. Ironically, he places his hand upon your thigh stilling your own movement while he jostles you with his. His grip is tight, and you can feel the cold of the rings pushing into your bare skin - tiny skirt riding up, in contrast to the burning heat of his fingers. He stares out the window, quiet, for the extent of the drive and none of the boys look surprised to see you accompanying him despite his lack of explanation. You squirm in your seat, unsure why it’s so much more embarrassing for them to know you’re being brought back for sex now than it is on the plane. But you do your best to try to ignore the heavy atmosphere. Elvis leans back, finally facing forward, kicking the seat in front of him when Red gets a bit too loud. The blatant control - the wordless authority he carries with him making your heart beat a little faster in your chest. He finally glances over at you, appraisingly running his eyes from your head to your knees. He smirks as he watches you unable to stay still under his gaze and you’re relieved when finally, finally you’re pulling up into the delivery bay of the hotel - letting him escape into the building without a crowd. He whispers to Marty as he clambers out, a hand held out for you to clutch, before he pulls you with him up to his room. It’s unnerving you - the uncharacteristic silence on the way up and it causes you to shift around anxiously, as much as you can with his tight grip on your hand, but as soon as you’re through the door to his room he’s drawing you closer.

He presses his lips to your neck, brushing your hair away from it, holding you close. Almost immediately his hand is travelling up your thigh, bunching your skirt at your waist - his large hand span holding it against your skin. Your nakedness, sticky from the morning activities and arousal from the car ride, being slowly exposed. You’re looking up at him, making eye contact through his coloured glasses when he pulls back a little, silently pleading for both more and less, desperate at least for a kiss. His lips are barely a breath away from yours when there’s a knock on the door, and he pulls away. You brush your skirt back down, trying to look slightly put together again as best you can while practically trembling with anticipation. Marty’s pulling a black rolling bag behind him, leaving it in the centre of the room,

“Thanks man, that’ll - that’ll do just there. I’ll sort it out.” Marty nods, slightly uncomfortably looking, clearly trying to ignore you.

“Sure thing E, uh, enjoy.” The door shuts with a click as he leaves and Elvis is quick to unload the set-up from within. You awkwardly hang around, hands rubbing at your arms as you wait for him to be done;

“S’ok baby, why don’t you get comf- oh, actually, how’s about you - no, no, hang on a second baby - Jerry’ll be knocking any minute now with some things for you.” He gestures to the bed from where he’s bent attaching cords and wires to the little television set, “Why don’t you get comfy in the mean time.” You frown, a little confused as to what you need Jerry to bring you but you don’t question him, following his directive to sit down, perching a little tentatively on the bed. It’s mere moments before he stands, glancing over the set-up with his hands on his hips, nodding, pleased with himself. He’s starting to pull out what looks an awful lot like a tripod - you don't know why you're surprised that he would have the full professional kit - when the door goes again. He nods at you, asking, “Could you get that honey?” You’re already up and heading towards the door before he finishes his question - hopeful it was Jerry and anxious to see what he’d brought with him. It was, and you smile at him as you open the door - he’s always polite to you,

“Hi, uh, here.” He thrusts a shopping bag into your arms, and you take it with some surprise,

“Oh - uh, thank you, wha-“ He cuts you off before you can ask what it was, leaning around you in the doorway to speak to Elvis,

“I’ll be next door - some of the boys are going out, so if you need anything else you’ll have to talk to me.” He pauses, “Remember, we’ve got a show tonight although it’s a late one so,” He glances at the clock, Elvis not even looking up from where he was continuing to pull out and twist screws on each of the legs of what was certainly a tripod. “So, someone will be coming by in uh-about four hours - around 5 so you can start getting ready.” Elvis looks up at that,

“You think I don’t know my own damn schedule?” Jerry looks slightly taken aback, and quickly attempts to backtrack as Elvis stands up,

“No - no, I was just, it just normally takes a while to get uh all of this, just, just making sure, uh, bunny, here knows we’re on a tight schedule today was all Boss, of course you know.” Elvis has made his way over to the door, and as Jerry is finishing his attempt at a defense, he’s got a hand grasping the door, bracketing you with his arm, staring him down. It makes you shift a little nervously at the tension, clutching the gift bag, you trip a little as you shuffle your feet and fall into Elvis, who grunts slightly as he takes your weight leaning on him but continues to stare down Jerry.

“Sorry - sorry E, I wasn’t, I wasn’t trying to suggest anything -“ Elvis lets go of the door,

“I’ll see you at 5.” Shutting it practically straight into Jerry’s face. Elvis turns to you, his face unimpressed. You worry it’s going to put a damper on the afternoon, and he tuts at you as he looks you over, eyes cloudy through his glasses, lips pressed into a line. You don’t know what to say for the best, unused to his sudden changes in temper. But he solves the problem for you, running his hand through his hair and jabbing a finger into the bag.

“Now, why don’t you run along and put that on for me. Getcha lookin’ all nice and pretty and then we’ll have some fun.” He directs you into the bathroom, his stomach resting on your back as he manhandles you to face the right way. You head into the bathroom, slightly taken aback by the sheer volume of products already lined up on the counter; having clearly been deposited with his luggage whilst at the rehearsal. You settle the bag on the toilet seat, for lack of other space, rifling through the layers of tissue paper. There’s a smaller bag from a drugstore inside - you laugh as you unload it, realising that it looks like a man desperately raided the Revlon counter, and that that was almost definitely what happened. But still, theres an eyeliner and shadow and a lipstick that almost perfectly matches the one you were wearing earlier. You set them to one side, and delve a little lower finding a little pile of underwear. You pull it out, unfolding them across the counter. You look back into the bag, checking there wasn’t anything else, surprised that this would be the lingerie of choice. A simple white set, practically plain cotton - just a little lace band around the waist, and cups. You nibble your lip, worrying for a second that it’s a joke in some ways or that in this form and situation you’re not going to seem as attractive - when he could have his pick of literally everyone on the ground versus his limited choices in the air. But you knock that thought out of your head, muttering to yourself, don’t be ridiculous, you’re attractive, he wants you, he wouldn’t have asked you here if he didn’t.

You dress yourself, wondering how on earth they knew your exact size, and freshen up with the provided make-up. You check yourself out after finishing your eyeliner, giving yourself a final little pep-talk, before throwing your dress back on. You consider your shoes, before remembering how much he’d liked your feet before, and leave them in the bathroom - heading back out to him.

You pad out of the bathroom, toes digging into the carpet. Elvis is sat against the headboard, legs out and spread, tiparillo in his mouth, shirt unbuttoned so low that it’s practically entirely open - his chest and stomach peeking out. He’s watching something on the screen, although he looks over at you as you walk over, smiling approvingly at your bare feet.

“Why’d you cover up, baby?” You look down at yourself, shifting from foot to foot,

“I, I uh didn’t -“ He pulls the slim cigar from his mouth,

“Go on bunny, take it off little ‘un,” You finger the hem, until he encourages you again, “Do it, baby.” You pull up the dress and he groans as you reveal the underwear set, trying to be a little bit sexy as you do, throwing your dress over a chair in the corner. “Oh lord baby, now c’mere.” He pats the bed next to him, eyes moving back to the screen. You settle next to him, flushing as his arm wraps around you, pulling you to press against his side and thigh.

“What are you - is that?” You were trying to play coy at first, pretending you didn’t know that he was watching a home movie, but you hadn’t expected to see, her. He’s put on a tape of his ex-wife - you blink, you’re watching Priscilla, the mother of his child, roll around on a bed with another girl. It’s not as risque as it could be - they’re both, technically dressed. Although, in a very similar set of bra and panties that you were wearing - both of them in a little white set. But then it suddenly becomes significantly more explicit, Priscilla’s manicured finger running across the other’s covered mound.

“Yeah bunny, yeah it is - just, just sit and watch baby, gonna make a little film of our own later.” Your mouth opens of its own accord, wondering if this was how Elvis felt earlier, watching you and Maggie make-out. Priscilla and the unnamed girl are now wrestling on the bed, hair flying and the camera zooms in. “See, bunny, the focus now, isn’t on the action - I’ve changed the composition of the frame, just with the camera movement.” You nod in agreement, but honestly, you couldn’t hugely tell the difference other than the fact that you were seeing everything closer up now.

“So, are you - is it you filming?” You lean harder onto him as he grips you close, pulling your legs over his, rubbing his hand up your thigh.

“Yeah baby, I - uh, I don’t needta see myself though, I’m just outta shot.” You nod, that makes sense - while you couldn’t imagine Priscilla would be pleased that other girls were watching this her image wasn’t as necessary to protect as Elvis’ and you can’t imagine how dramatic it would be if a video with him in was accidentally left somewhere or lost. You shift, it seems that the last night and day has been awakening all sorts of feelings that you didn’t know you had, arousal growing as you continue to focus on the girls on the screen. The film seems to be coming to a close, Priscilla disappearing from the shot and Elvis’ cigarillo is done with, tapping it out on an ashtray on the bedside table. He uses his newfound free hand to curl it around your bare stomach, and you can’t help the way your muscles tense in response to the feel of him.

On the screen the other girl is now nude and you can’t help but compare her body to yours, assessing how her nipples pebble and tighten against her chest. You watch her trail her hand down her tummy to her clearly slick folds, curly hairs glistening a little in the strangely bright lighting of the film. Your breath hitches as you watch her sink a finger into herself and Elvis chuckles a little at your reaction, his finger tucking into the leg of your panties. Your heart is starting to pound with the anticipation of it all, his long finger just barely brushing over you inner thigh. He pulls you onto him a bit further, tucking his head into your neck. His pouty little lips are kissing the side of your neck, just below your ears and as he moves down to your shoulder you squirm, his sideburns tickling you as goosebumps start to form on your skin. The film cuts out then, just as he starts to suck down on your collarbone, and you lean against him harder as he leaves a perfect purple bruise. You moan, eyes falling closed but then he pulls away, almost a moment too soon. Pushing your legs off of him, and rolling you to be sat by yourself on the bed, he stands. He leaves you there, bereft of his touch, as he busies himself setting up the camera on the tripod, and turning some music on.

“Ok darlin’, there’s no audio baby, so don’t you go gettin’ all embarrassed about those little bunny squeaks.” You suddenly realise what he means - that you’re going to be the sole person in the film.

“Uh, ok - El, have I - you’re gonna tell me what to do though? Right?” He laughs,

“Of course honey, I’m directin’.” He situates himself in a chair, just behind the camera, lighting a full-size cigar he’d pulled out from a little silver case. He’s almost too attractive like this, shirt open, trousers tight on his thighs. His hair is soft, falling onto his forehead when he doesn’t push it back and his face, despite its growing soft edges, is focussed on watching you. You squirm, as he presses the button to start the recording.

“Right bunny, sink on down now, that’s it.” He adjusts the angle on the camera to better catch you from above. “That’s it baby, no - no actually, actually, kneel up for me bunny.” You do as he directs - this, you can do. Pushing your chest forward and spreading your knees. You lean up, rolling your hips a little to the beat of the song playing.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He puffs the cigar, his own legs spreading, you swallow, the outline of his cock gently hardening becoming more and more obvious to you. “That’s it baby, go on - move onto your hands and knees now, look at the camera.” You follow his directives, trying to lower yourself down as seductively as possible. You look up at the camera, knowing it’s getting both the perfect shot of your face - a perfect recreation of how you would look looking up at him on your knees between his thighs, as well as a perfect shot of your cleavage where it’s spilling out of the soft little bra.

“That’s it baby, lie down.” You lower yourself down, ass up, unable to stop yourself grinding against a roll in the comforter underneath you. Elvis laughs, rolling his sleeves up, exposing his slim wrists, diamond encrusted Elvis bracelet jangling with the movement as he rubs himself over his trousers. “Roll over now baby, you can touch your little tits - but not, don’t touch that wet yittle cunt yet.” Your hips jerk, and your breath catches,

“Oh, oh god, Elvis - that’s, that’s - have I really gotta wait?” He chuckles at you,

“Yeah baby, go on now, roll over.” You do as he says, “That’s it baby, doing so well for me, that’s it now, suck those little fingers baby and You can touch.”

“Touch my- my, pussy?” He shakes his head,

“No bunny," He tuts, as if you're a child not listening to his instructions, "You’re not ready for that yet, touch those little nipples first.” You follow his instructions, wetting your fingers before bringing them down to circle your nipples, the fabric of the bra starting to go see through with your saliva. “That’s it baby, just like I did it earlier, pinch them a little, just a little bit.” You do and you can’t prevent your hips from wiggling, surprised at how much it’s turning you on. You’re starting to feel your pooling wetness dampening your panties.

“Please, please let me touch,” He hums,

“Not yet, yittle, not yet, go on now, down your stomach,” You trail your hand down, “Hold it there baby, just, just look at me.” You look over at him, “Hands on your thighs, just barely touch yourself honey, watch me.” He’s pulling his cock out now, ringed fingers grasping the chubby thing. You’re forced to watch as he jerks himself off, clearly well-practiced in the motions, his head falling back in pleasure, sweat starting to form in the hollow of his neck, bracelet jangling and necklace bouncing on his lightly haired chest with his movements. You would never admit it but you’re forced to swallow as drool starts to form in your mouth, your hands clenching on your inner thighs, trying desperately not to touch as you watch him. He rolls his head forward again, making eye contact with you as his hips jump from him brushing a thumb over his tip, a high-pitched moan escaping his lips. You can’t help it but respond in kind.

“Go on then bunny - you can touch, but just, over those little panties for now - let the camera pick up that little wet spot, that’s it baby - that’s the angle, perfect. Lord, Jesus Christ, ain’t that a picture.” Your hand finally moves across to touch yourself properly, and you get a flashback to the way Maggie touched you last night, you try to copy her movements. Rubbing your clit over the fabric, your hips circling, before running your finger down, pressing the damp fabric into you a little bit. You moan, watching Elvis pull his hand away from himself, as if pulling himself back from the brink.

“I can’t - please, please let me take them off,” He makes a considering humming noise before finally, finally, he agrees,

“Strip them little white panties then doll, get ‘em off and throw them over here.” You do as he requests, and though you’re not wholly unsurprised you’re still slightly taken aback when he sniffs them before pressing the wet spot to his cock, using your slick as lube to move the fabric up and down on himself. Your fingers nudge against your folds, spreading yourself to allow for a finger to sink in. It meets little resistance; your vagina having had more of a work-out the past few days than it had in years. Your entrance is still a little sore, but you’re so wet and slippy that this is barely noticeable to you now in the moment, just adding a little edge to the feel of the second finger joining your first. You curl them, trying to hit the right spot inside you, while your thumb circles your clit again. Your head presses against the bed as your eyes roll in pleasure, glad that there wasn’t any audio being recorded as your noises get louder and louder - more and more explicit.

Suddenly, with your eyes closed you hear the click of the camera turning off and then you feel him, kneeling onto the bed, over the top of you. He pushes your hand out of the way, pulling your fingers out from yourself. He’s grasping your hip with one hand, as his other tugs on himself once, twice, before moving his hand to spread your labia with two fingers, stroking down you with a third. He pushes one into you, his skin-warmed ring knocking against you. It’s so much thicker than your own, and he mouths at your neck, moving down to your breast, pulling on a nipple with his teeth as he sinks a second into you. You gasp as he crooks them in just the right way, your hips circling - you’re so close that you’re shuddering to completion as soon as he brushes a finger over your clit. The external stimulation mixed with the internal enough to send you over the edge. Your whole body tenses, stomach undulating as your toes curl and you tremble, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you - filthily, practically devouring you, his tongue forced into your mouth swallowing your noises.

Your lips are bitten raw by the time he pulls away, and you lie there, shakily taking a breath but it’s not long before he’s pulling you back to him, rolling you onto your front again. Your roughened nipples rub against the comforter as he pulls you back, pulling your hips up to meet his. He manhandles you into the perfect position for him to enter you from behind, sinking in to the hilt in one long stroke. You’re more than ready for him, if you hadn’t been before then your orgasm had certainly lubricated the way and you grunt into the sheets as he grips your hips and fucks into you. You don’t expect the force of his thrusts, the power from that famous pelvis, you know how little sleep he’s had the past couple of days. But still, he’s a solid form behind you, thick and sturdy. His stomach knocking against you as he drives into you with force.

“That’s it - my sweet - little - bunny, take it. Take - it.” He leans back slightly, his hand coming down to lightly stroke around your stretched hole, feeling the tightness in the skin right around the entrance, and the looseness that surrounds. Your mouth falls open in surprise, the touch unexpected, noise catching in your throat at the feeling. You can feel the sweat dripping off of him now, its cooling dampness making your bodies slide against each other. He pulls his hand back, spanking your ass, causing you to shudder against him, the tinge of pain mixed with the pleasure, and it causes him to rock perfectly against just the right spot in your walls. Getting in deep enough that you can feel his hips against yours and you can no longer work out where you end and he begins. You can feel yourself getting to the edge again and his hand slips further up, as if a reminder that it’s Elvis behind you can feel that bracelet rubbing against you, and his huge TCB ring catching on your skin, and he brushes his fingers over your clit, capturing it in his fingers. A moment later you’re shaking as a second orgasm crashes over you. You’re relieved he’d put you in this position, your arms giving out on you, only being held up by his hands on your hips, as you’d have simply collapsed had you been held in any other way. He chases his own completion, praising you the whole time that he fucks into you,

“Yes - that’s it, god, lord, yes bunny, go for me again, that’s a good girl, such a good yittle girl. Gonna turn that camera back on - get a good look at you like this. Yeah baby. Gonna turn it back on.” You can feel his release inside of you as you hear his high-pitched whimper. He presses into you, placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder, before he pulls out, rushing to turn the camera back on. You can hear the whirr of the zoom as he focusses it onto his seed dripping out of you. It matches the feel of your trembling skin, and you hold still, letting him capture the shot. You hear the click again a moment later, and you relax onto the bed, collapsing on your front. You’re sure you’ll be lying in a wet spot but you find it hard to care. He pats your shoulder,

“Gonna have something new to watch for the next flight huh?”

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