#going all in with him & having no regrets. feeding that sickness because they SHARE IT.

[designedparadigm]

   simon  in  love  is  nothing  but  a  sick  dog.  love  is  something  that  breaks  him  down,  it  cracks  him  open,  it  makes  him  bleed  on  his  knees  for  someone  else.  he's  rotten  through  to  his  very  marrow  -  an  infection  he'd  so  willingly  spread  to  someone  else,  taint  them,  drag  them  down  with  him.  deep  into  the  darkest  pits  he  knows  so  well.  he's  never  going  to  be  fixed;  he's  broken  and  he's  broken  forever.  to  take  him  is  to  take  him  in  the  pieces  he  comes  in  and  love  him  anyway.  it's  something  he's  been  thirsting  and  hungering  for  his  whole  life.  he  had  that  with  his  family,  the  unconditional  care  -  and  had  it  ripped  away.  it's  left  him  more  sick  than  it  did  anything  else.  gaping  open  chest  wound  that  forever  weeps.  god  knows  he's  so  fucking  sick.  sick  for  craving  it,  sick  for  needing  it,  sick  for  caging  that  part  of  himself  away.  as  if  by  creating  a  beast  hungry  for  blood  he  could  hold  back  the  longing  and  the  undying  need.  it's  the  desperate  need  to  crack  open  someone's  ribs  and  unfurl  in  their  chest.  to  find  a  home,  to  quiet  the  ache.  it  will  never  be  normal.  he  will  never  be  normal.  sick,  degenerate  freak.  he  needs  his  jaws  around  someone's  throat  -  and  he  needs  them  to  need  him  just  as  much.  a  sick  and  twisted  codependency  -  something  so  wrong  but  something  that  holds  him  together.  a  reason  for  him  to  wake  up  and  a  reason  for  his  partner  to  wake  up.   they  need  to  understand  it.  they  need  to  be  just  as  fucking  sick  as  he  is.

[ruified]

I realyyyy love angst :D

There's a oneshot or a scenario that i've been thinking about that's been rotting all over my head where what if reader / s/o is in their deathbed and about to die soon to a uncurable illness and (character) (i guess chuuya or sigma? idm) who thinks of reader as someone special to them is watching over them until their very last breath

LIKE

WHAT WILL THWY DO AND HOW WILL THEY REACT BEFORE AND AFTER DEATH!?!?

Haha my silly little idea is getting the best of me i just wanted to share this idea because i want my feelings to get hurt

❝ until your last 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ˎˊ˗

warnings: death . characters: dazai osamu, atsushi nakajima, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky, chuuya nakahara . synopsis: their s/o is on their deathbed, they all have their own ways of coping with it . a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to, i was thinking very hard! i hope this is to your liking and you don’t mind little ideas like this instead of a scenario ^^;

DAZAI —

— Dazai doesn’t know what to exactly make of the whole situation, you are so incredibly important to him and now he’s going to lose you? It’s sending him into a downward spiral.

— He refuses to touch you anymore, he just can’t do it

— He wants to make the most out of what little time you have left together but he also has an urge to cut ties with you and make it easier on both of you

— He eventually decides that he can hold your hand at least while you lay in that hospital bed

— After you pass, he tries his best to take care of himself because he knows that’s what you’d want, but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard

— He visits your grave frequently at first, then it dies down to your birthday, anniversaries, and holidays

ATSUSHI —

— He has been keeping a close eye on you since he first noticed you were sick, and he’s been taking great care of you ever since! However, that doesn’t stop the inevitable

— When he heard the news, tears welled in his eyes and he had to excuse himself, he didn’t want to cry in front of you

— He kept you company as much as he could

— On days where he had a lot of work, he’d ask someone else like Kyouka to go check on you

— He would prepare little lunch boxes for you every day and bring them to you

— He brings a lunch box to your grave for you

SIGMA —

— He paced around a lot in the hospital room, especially after he heard the news

— He tried so hard to think of a solution but nothing realistic came to mind

— He had you come stay in a room at the casino so he could at least still be close to you even when he had work

— Your room was kept away from any other visitors and was close to his office, making it easy for him to check on you

— He asked his staff members to change your glass of water frequently and give you a new warm blanket when you needed it

— He kept himself busy with work to try and keep away the dread of your passing

FYODOR —

— After hearing the news, he decided it would be best to care for you at home instead of being kept in such a dreary hospital

— He would read books to you to keep you entertained

— He’d bring his laptop into your room sometimes so that he could at least keep you company even while he worked

— He’d cook soup for you frequently, sometimes even feeding it to you

— He asks you if you have any wishes before you go, he doesn’t want you leaving with any regrets, and he does whatever he can to make it all come true

— He attends to any possible unfinished business you may have before your passing so that you can go without worry

CHUUYA —

— He really doesn’t believe it at first

— He contacts Mori and asks him to look over the medical records and tell him the truth; Mori tells him that it is in fact all real

— He’ll often sit next to you and squeeze your hand, refusing to let go

— He’ll fall asleep with you in your hospital room, draped over you in your bed

— He sits next to you and cuts your apple slices into bunnies, or sometimes other, more intricate shapes

— He asks you often if there’s anything you need him to do for you, also wanting to fulfill any last wishes you may have

— He makes sure you have a proper funeral, he’s tired of those he cares about not getting one.

[444takeomi]

WHEN YOU’RE SICK

: ̗̀➛ summary: 1st gen bd taking care of their sick s/o

character(s): shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, keizo arashi

warnings: none

wc: 0.5k

a/n: i'm sick right now and i wish i had someone to take care of me, so i decided to write this instead💀 also i’m trying out a slightly different format for shorter posts like this one, not sure how i feel about it yet

: ̗̀➛ shinichiro

shin will literally drop everything to take care of you if he finds out you're sick. it doesn't matter if he's busy at work, he’ll close the bike shop without a second thought — you're always his number one priority, especially when you're not feeling well. he feels terrible when he comes home to find you all wrapped up in blankets, your voice scratchy as you weakly ask him if he can make you something to eat. he tries to make you homemade miso soup but he’s literally hopeless at cooking, so he ends up just making instant ramen instead. shin will cuddle with you and watch your favourite movies and tv shows, not worried about the fact he could get sick himself — he's willing to risk it if it means you start feeling better.

: ̗̀➛ wakasa

waka is already a clingy boyfriend, but when you're sick he’s extra affectionate with you because he knows you're not feeling well. he makes you something simple to eat like okayu (rice porridge) because it's easy on the stomach, but also because he’s not that great at cooking either. if you're feeling up to it he’ll run you a warm bath and will offer to help you wash your hair. he gets all pouty if you refuse to kiss him in fear of him getting sick, insisting that he’ll be fine and that one kiss won't hurt — however he ends up regretting his choices the following week, whining to you that he doesn't feel good. you have to spend the next few days taking care of him, and good luck because waka is so dramatic when he's sick.

: ̗̀➛ takeomi

omi was always responsible for taking care of his younger siblings when they got sick, and so he doesn't mind doing the same for you. he might complain about it a little, acting like your sickness is somehow an inconvenience to him, but underneath all that he's actually really worried about you and wants to do whatever he can to help you get better. he hates cooking with a passion, but he will go to the store for you instead and get you whatever you want to eat, as well as some tissues and medicine. omi will roll his eyes whenever you ask him to cuddle with you, but he always gives in because he secretly likes how needy you get when you're sick — he won't admit it out loud but he thinks it's adorable.

: ̗̀➛ keizo

benkei is so attentive when you're sick, you won't have to lift a finger. he has no problem with taking time off at the gym so that he can take care of you. unlike the others, he's a great cook and will happily make you homemade chicken noodle soup — he insists on feeding it to you even if you're perfectly capable of eating by yourself. he keeps on top of your medicine and checks your temperature throughout the day, just to make sure that your fever isn't getting too high. he also encourages you to drink herbal teas like ginger or peppermint, because they can help you feel less congested and reduce nausea. benkei wants to do everything he can to make sure that you're feeling better as soon as possible.

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[sannylity]

Toxic and Infidelity AU for Slimeriana.

I’ve given them way too many sweet and fluffy prompts and AU’s. It’s about time I feed into the toxic couple agenda™️ lol

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Charlie and Mariana are childhood sweethearts.

They loved each other as long as they’ve been friends since kindergarten, ever since Mariana shared him his food since Charlie didn’t have any. Sometimes his dad forgets to pack him food, but that’s alright. Mariana soon ends up asking to pack food for two.

Ever since then, they became inseparable. Attached to the hip. You rarely see them without the other.

No one was surprised when they got together in middle school. They were each other’s firsts. First kiss, first date, first boyfriend, even losing their virginities to each other. At some point, they have exchanged promise rings, vowing to replace it with a shinier and more meaningful bands of gold in the future.

Unfortunately, they were also each other’s first heartbreak.

Charlie had to move away.

For some unexpected reason, Charlie is moving an entire ocean away and he is being taken away from Mariana, his everything slipping from his fingers.

They both thought of doing long distance. But they were discouraged by what happened to Quackity and Wilbur, a relationship like theirs turning sour the longer they kept the unattended phone calls and forgotten anniversaries.

So, they decided on one thing.

They’ll wait.

They’ll have to wait.

Mariana promised he could wait for Charlie, even if it takes forever. And Charlie promised the same.

Forever only took five years.

But five years is enough for everything to change.

Charlie comes back to his hometown, to his childhood bedroom and to the same people who welcomed him back with wide open arms.

He asks about Mariana.

The crowd turns quiet.

That’s not reassuring at all.

It was Quackity who stepped forward and told him he’s on his way with his fiancé.

“Fiancé?” Did he heard him right? The music was too loud inside and traffic isn’t any better outside. He was going to ask again, because he honestly just misheard.

Before he even opens his mouth, the front door swings open.

It’s Mariana.

He surely grew into his features, taller and more handsome than ever, but the same exact guy Charlie is still in love with.

“Mariana!” He drops whatever he was going to say to Quackity, choosing to tackle him into a tight hug instead.

The same warmth, the same scent, the same body. Everything felt all too familiar. It’s the first time Charlie felt truly home.

At the same time that he’s tightening the grip around his waist, Charlie fails to notice the stillness of the room and the other man next to him.

Mariana pulls away first, taking a firm step back, which is weird. Charlie was gonna quip and say he promised he didn’t bring any sickness with him.

But then his eyes landed on the other hand Mariana is holding and it stays at the different ring on his finger. And it burns and it burns and it burns.

Mariana is talking. Charlie can hear him talking, but it’s like he’s submerged underwater. He can’t hear anything besides his own blood pounding in his ears.

Suddenly, Charlie remembered his own hand. He hides them behind his back, casually removing the promise ring that he still wore. Suddenly, he can’t find his place in the small town he grew up in. Suddenly, he feels like disappearing, quickly regretting his decision of ever coming back, getting mad at himself in the process for being so naive.

Charlie forces a smile on his face.

“Quackity told me,” He doesn’t have to elaborate before regarding the other guy. Also taller, also more handsome, also better than him in every way. “Congrats to you both.”

He excuses himself quickly. Mariana’s calls falling into deaf ears as he left his own welcoming party just like that.

Charlie ends up at a bar. Of course he does. He wallows in his self-pity. Ignoring the worried calls of his friends. It doesn’t matter. They’ll probably say the same thing and tell him to move on.

That’s not what he needed right now.

He just got back. And this is how he finds out that the love of his life is someone else’s.

Out of his own volition or maybe he’s just so drunk, he ends up wallowing to the bartender like he’s a therapist. Charlie cries for being too late, he cries for the one love that matters to him, he cries for how much he still desperately loves.

But one thing was certain. It wasn’t his fault that he was threatened into cutting ties with everyone, that he was made to believe the future of the people he cared about would be ruined if he doesn’t follow. His grandfather is just the right type of rich and powerful to pull that off.

With a deadbeat dad who has died and the reason for why Charlie had to move, he had hoped for a silver lining that was Mariana.

Maybe he’s been in this bar for hours, maybe he’s been complaining too much. But the bartender gives him a piece of advice that for once sticks right through the marrow in his bones.

“He’s not yet married, isn’t he? He’s engaged, sure. But coming over to see you when he didn’t have to? There’s still something there,” The bartender, a blond and muscular man with a thick Brazilian accent pours him another glass. “If you love someone, you fight for them no matter what. Even if it makes you crazy, even if it makes you the bad guy in the story. You fight for what’s yours.”

Cue Charlie’s attempts to rekindle things with Mariana. Cue infidelity issues because even if their trust is broken, their attraction is so much stronger. Cue their secret affairs, the lies they tell everyone just to keep each other. Cue pretending to be friends while in public, but drive each other mad with jealousy and lust in private. Cue being found out, the decisions and sacrifices they have to make. Cue the dramatic confrontations, the slamming of doors and the tearful drives and breaking of plates. Cue tragedies and happy or sad endings.

Would Charlie and Mariana make it?

[delopsia]

I saw this post today abt how all the best horses go to heaven with no tail because their person couldn’t bear to be without them and cut the tail hair off to remember them by. And it’s got me emotional because Rhett is totally the kind of man that would go to auction and find horses that are really old/not doing well and he would give them all the love and care for the rest of their lives no matter how long or short their time is with him. And he would 110% keep every horses tail because every horse deserves all the love

And now I’m crying over this

You cannot do this to meeeeee 😭 Rhett and having a whole wooden box of tails, with their little nametags and photographs to remember their faces by. He begged his dad not to sell the old ranch pony, Peppermint, when he was little because they all knew she would wind up in a bad place and had to work extra around the ranch to pay for her feed as a result.

It's an odd little snowball effect; after Peppermint, he finds an old mare that wandered up on the property and keeps her when nobody claims her. She only has six months left in her, but she's the sweetest little thing, and one way or another, she's referred to as Sweetie until her last day.

Then there are the two donkeys that Royal brought home from an auction. didn't know they were sick until that weekend, and the vet's only suggestion was to end their suffering. They didn't have names, but Rhett kept their tails anyway.

He bids on a horse with a broken leg that the owner tried to conceal and makes sure to call the vet that the sheriff uses after he wins. It's expensive and the longest night of his life, but he doesn't regret sitting with that little two-year-old until the pain finally left their veins for the last time.

When he has ranch space of his own, he starts taking in old ranch horses from the surrounding area, giving them a nice pasture until their time comes. Collects binders of pictures and memories and talks about them like he'd known them since they were born. If he's lucky, he'll move up near a tourist town and open up a small business that lets visitors spend time with the old fellas. Sharing their stories and making sure their memory will live beyond their last breath.

[dxmoness]

hello 🫶🏽 can i get a request where yandere eros made the reader get in a forced marriage with him so one day the reader try to kill him by getting on top of him and putting a pistol on his forehead when he's sleeping and as she closes her eyes preparing herself he wakes up. daring her to do it knowing she can't bring herself to take a life away, she eventually gave up and started to have a breakdown while eros take the gun away and hugging/comforting her although whispering in her ear, "we'll figure out your punishment tomorrow"

𝐏𝐋𝐀���𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 | 𝐄.𝐕.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➜ istg you all are feeding my Eros simping side. Anyway this will be my second time making suggestive work so hopefully this doesn't flop.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ arranged marriage, reader doesn't love Eros, suggestive, no specific pronouns: first person view

Church bells rang as you fidget with nervousness. The people around you prepared you and panicked at the time.

Yes, you were getting married. Anyone could guess so. But, to whom? A man you did not even know or love. Eros Vasilios was a mystery to you. All you knew was he was the crowned prince and the future love of your life. Other than that you're just about nothing.

Of course that didn't stop everyone from reassuring you that you were going to love being with this man. Ugh. If they only knew your situation.

"You look ravishing. I'm sure His Highness would agree." A smile came from the head maid who had just watched you look at yourself in the mirror. Your heart was pounding as you heard the music of the wedding. The doors swing open as you walk through. Eyes were on you as some were envious and others joyful.

As you stood in front of your husband to be. You quietly wished it was someone else. Eros gave you a warm smile as the two of you listened on to the Pope's speech.

The attention the two of you got whilst saying your vows were pressuring especially the gaze of your own father who had simply sold you to this man as he chose to be your husband.

"I do." There was no emotion to those words as you spoke it out, wishing you were not in this situation. The kiss shared between you and your delighted husband was short and barely even a kiss at all as you two turned to make your steps out of the church as a married couple.

Those words that you regret months later. Now you stood by his doorway. Eyes shifting while holding a gun. Yes, a gun. Not that you had much of a choice. Eros was someone who needed to be eliminated and you were the one for the job since you after all slept in the same room with him.

The gun in question was bought from a travelling merchant who you told that you were just curious of things like guns thus you bought the said object. Though the guards weren't exactly fond of the idea they didn't have much of a choice.

Opening the door of your room, you found yourself making your way to him. The man who ruined your life by just joining it one faithful day. Putting the gun on his head was easy enough, but the murder... That was the hard part. You see you had thought you'd be able to kill him while he slept because. Why couldn't you?

The gun was directed right at his forehead not on it just inches away from it. It was a clear shot. Your eyes close as you almost pull the trigger.

Almost.

A chuckle came from the sleeping male as your eyes flew open in shock. Your body could no longer function as the male under you looked at you with amusement. "Go on then." He said, his eyes glinting brightly with excitement. "Kill me, doll."

"You..." This sick man was asking you to kill him. Why not do what he asked? You forced yourself to pull it, but to no prevail. Your body couldn't do what you begged it to. His face held amusement as you broke down. Dropping the gun as your eyes filled up. The one job you needed to do and you failed.

The male next to you took the gun away and placed it on the table. A smile plastered on his face as his arms wrapped around you. His lips kissing your exposed neck softly as he whispered words to comfort you.

Once you did calm down, he leaned in and nibbled your earlobe. His hot breath tickling you as whispered slowly. "How about you sleep with me for now darling?" He whispered, tracing her sides and caressing her skin. "We'll figure out your punishment tomorrow."

F*ck.

TAGLIST

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[themculibrary]

Caring Steve Masterlist

A Manual for the Proper Care and Feeding of Darcy Lewis (ao3) - emma98 darcy/steve G, 2k

Summary: There are times when even the most well put together, happy people get a little sad. Natasha had advised Steve that Darcy is about to go through the perfect storm of moroseness. Unfortunately, Steve is the only one available to try and help. 

It's a good thing Natasha has a list of instructions for this sort of thing.

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep (ao3) - Cluegirl steve/tony M, 152k

Summary: They all made mistakes. They all have regrets. They all have nightmares, suspicions, and questions they'd like to ask.

And they all left business behind them that was never quite finished.

This is the story of how the Avengers ask those questions, get their answers, and come together like fucking adults to make things right again.

Cliché (ao3) - Gothic_Lolita steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve demands to take care of Tony, and he doesn't mind Tony's subspace one bit. Now if only he could convince Tony of that.

Coming Home For Christmas (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 118k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind".

Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays?

Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...

Happy (ao3) - Unbreakable92 T, 9k

Summary: Little Bruce falls sick with the cold and Clint volunteers to take care of him so the others can go out.

It's The Snow (ao3) - postmodernmulticoloredcloak steve/bucky E, 44k

Summary: A snow storm, cancelled flights, one last vacant hotel room, only one bed in the room. Steve Rogers is forced to share the space with the one coworker he cannot stand - unsufferable, presumptuous Bucky Barnes, who very much reciprocates Steve's loathing. He expects to have a terrible time. But sometimes things don't turn out like you expect them to, people are not what you think they are, and there's always something to learn about intimacy, pleasure and love.

Just a prank (ao3) - awesome_goddess_of_mischief steve/tony M, 3k

Summary: Tony has been feeling like shit ever since Ultron happened. 

A prank is played at the wrong time during a Bad Day.

Clint and Thor really messed up.

On the Count of Three (ao3) - Potrix bucky/steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Tony whines. “Truth spell?”

“Truth spell,” Bruce confirms, giving Tony’s arm a consoling pat.

Peter Gets Cuddles (ao3) - starrylovers steve/tony G, 561

Summary: It’s been a long day and Peter just wants to cuddle with his dads.

Stressrelief and a little more (ao3) - Fighting_for_Creativity bucky/steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: JARVIS has the best ideas. 

Sure, Tony was banned from the workshop for the night, which didn't help so much. Yet it ends all in his favour.

After all, he has been crushing on two of his teammates for a while now.

Barnes and Rogers were concerned about their teammate, what they found was anything of what they had dreaded.

The Best Is Yet To Come (ao3) - postmodernmulticoloredcloak steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: When a severely injured young man gets brought to the hospital where he works, Steve Rogers does not know that that encounter will change his life. Nor Bucky Barnes knows that the dreadful accident that almost killed him and took his arm away will eventually lead to joy. A tale of learning that good things sometimes are found in the least expected places.

The Care and Feeding of Traumatized Ex-Assassins (ao3) - Sholio T, 6k

Summary: Steve starts to notice someone's been in his apartment while he's not there. Set after Winter Soldier; spoilers.

We're Historic And Rich With Good Intentions (ao3) - WolfChansLeftLeg bucky/steve/tony G, 735

Summary: Bucky comes into the picture and Tony is scared he's getting replaced

We're Undone (ao3) - spazzgirl steve/natasha E, 2k

Summary: Steve makes sure that his Omega is taken care in the best possible way

When I Need You (Comfort Me) (ao3) - greymantledlady steve/tony E, 15k

Summary: Sometimes it feels like she’s trying so hard and she just can’t, she can’t. And suddenly everything's just – just too much, and somehow Tony’s got her face down on the workbench, arms curled around her head, big helpless shuddering sobs rising up in her chest.

Because Steve - it doesn't matter what Tony does, Steve’ll still just think she’s selfish and too loud and a show-off, and it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care, Tony doesn’t care what Steve thinks.

It’s – it’s just, she’s so lonely, so bloody lonely. And she shudders and sniffles again and presses her face pathetically into her arms.

When You Mess With One, You Mess With All (ao3) - starrylovers steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: When Flash and his cronies take it too far and hurt Peter, the Avengers show them exactly what happens when you mess with one of their own.

Wherever You Will go (ao3) - Black_Widow007 steve/natasha N/R, 10k

Summary: The epic tale of falling in love but being in the wrong business for such things. Natasha and Steve harbor a secret relationship from the rest of the Avengers, but nothing ever goes as planned.

Worth (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Bucky's past is not a pleasant one, but Steve's not going to let that get in the way of saving his best friend, in whatever way he possibly can.

(A series of events that may or may not have taken place on the quinjet after Bucky and Steve escape the airport in CIvil War.)

[night-market-if]

Zinnia 🥺🥺 just finished chapter 12 and I have to say I love it. I'm feeling so many things right now that I don't know how to express them all, but I'll try.

I'm so devastated for Milo and MC. The moment Milo realizes the plan didn't go the way it should and it being too late just 😭 ugh even after all that how can I not love him????

I don't know how you always manage to make things make sense with each new revelation while still making us question what is going on! I feel like I understand him more now and like i don't know him at all, but I suspect that's how Milo likes things to be 😂

I still remember finding this blog when you were still writing paper lanterns and thinking to myself that I would read the first chapter when it came out to see if I liked it, and then wait until the night market was complete to start reading. I've been on the internet for too long and read too many wips that ended up being abandoned, so I didn't want to get my hopes up. But when chapter 2 dropped I couldn't help myself lol I'm so glad I didn't wait!

Reading your story each month has been like a warm blanket for me. It's one of my happy places now ❤️ Even reading your responses on here brighten ups my day a little bit!

Your characters feel so real that even when I disagree with them (Milo 👀) I can tell there is a reason why they are the way they are, how their pasts have shaped them, how complicated their emotions are in the face of what's going on.

Sorry for rambling, I don't know if what I'm writing makes sense because I'm still processing this chapter and english is hard 😂

Thank you so much for sharing this story with us, I can't wait to see what you have in store for book 2, bit in the meantime I'll be re-reading book 1 every chance I get!

Dropped wips was what I was so afraid of when this started. I knew I would see this through to completion if there was enough interest, but I started getting really worried about writers block. Or what if one of my kids got sick. Or what if something happened that just left me in a creative drop.

Since starting this story, I have gone through some personal things with my family life, have lived on only a Patreon income because my husband had to go on strike for almost three months, been up to my ears in medical bills, wondered how in the hell I was going to feed my kids at the time. We have gotten sick multiple times. We have started homeschooling. We have had breaks in very important friendships. And I just kept writing. It was a point of pride for me. That I was able to do this thing that I've wanted to do for so long, despite feeling sometimes like my world was being held together with Elmers glue. LOL! I don't regret starting this story for an instant. I don't regret the work I've put in either. It has provided me and my family with such a comfort over the last year that I completely understand when you say this story is a warm blanket. I am the author of it, yeah. But I am also a fangirl of these characters too.

Thank you so much for reading this and thank you so much for giving me a chance to prove what this story could be.

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[angel-shaw]

This isn't a continuation technically but i guess it is. I am taking @dollscircus (tumber) StraightFowardIdiot (Ao3) work with yandere Sam, and building off that idea:3

TW: any that come with the imperium really. Darlin is mean to Sam, Sam loves it. Mention of torcher, malnourishment and other such things. (It’s only for a short while and they are ok)

Lemme know if I missed any trigger warnings and I will add them:3

Sam was enjoying his new title. King Samuel Collins. It suits him quite well. With his new found power he had been thinking back, thinking back to when he had no power. When he was forcefully turned and forced to start turning other people. He hated himself and Alexis for it all. He only had one good thing during that time. And that one thing was his darlin.

A wolf who found him exhausted on the street one day after he turned more than one person. He was going back to where he stayed but collapsed on the side of the road. His darlin had found him unconscious and took him back to their place. Why? He never got to find out. They took care of him well he was sick, then kicked him back out. After that he started to watch them. Closely. Every second he could he spent looking at and watching them. They hated him, or at least they acted like it. One day Sam helped them after he found them injured, and he just never left after that.

They were rude and unkind to him but he never held it against them,because he loved them.He knew something happened to them and he would wait more than an eternity to find out. Over time they started to at least start to trust him. He still went to his work and still turned people but he always went back to them. His darlin was mad a lot, he couldn't blame them, not with what he heard them muttering about under their breath. They hit him and yelled at him alot, but they also wined out his name at night when the nightmares got too bad, they found him blood just in case until he was freed and named a mass maker, then they just brought him blood to feed on. They took care of him the time when he got blood drunk off of spoiled blood.

They hated vampires, that never changed, they trusted one and he not only hurt them but the people they cared about, they were not going to trust another so easily. He didn't ask about his darlins past when he was with them, he knew they didn't want to talk about it, but he regrets it now. He regrets not asking about themselves more. There is nothing to do about it now, all he can do is look back on the times they had together. He remembers back to the first time they showed him affection. They tied him up in their basement, nothing other than the chain and ropes on him. They left him there the entire day with a blindfold on and then took him to the moon once they got back.

Sam blushed lightly at the memory, he remembered that night extremely well. It was after he became a mass maker. It was their form of celebrating him. They obviously didn't like Sam turning people, it was why they had such a hard time around him, but then he was free. They were happy that they finally had him. He might have been called a yandere but they were just as obsessed over him, and he loved that feeling. He would do anything for them, he still would. But he would never have the chance to listen to them again, not hearing them quietly talking in the few quiet moments they had shared together, not them barking directions or orders at him, not even their small wines he had a love-hate relationship with. Never again would he be able to hear them, because the same bastard that made them hate vampires, killed them. He killed them and their alfa in a fight, taking the one damn thing that made this damned world worth it.

Sam rose from the statin sheets he was lying in, he could feel tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. He rubbed his face, ridding it of any signs he was about to cry. He threw off the blanket and kicked his feet from his new bed. The bed that was fit for a king. The old king that slept in it, now locked in a separate room, not too far from where Sam was but far enough. He didn't regret turning the old king and taking his place, for all he cared he too could be held accountable for his turning, Sam saw it fit that he was responsible for Damien’s . Not to mention that Sam found it absolutely disgusting how he treated his old concert, and how stone cold his face was when they were executed. Sam didn't understand how someone could watch the person they were meant to love and cherish above all else be executed so willingly.

He got out of the bed, shaking his head as if to shake away the thoughts he was having. He picked it up after months of living with his Darlin, watching them do it whenever they got upset with a pack member and even him later on in their dysfunctional relationship. Sam shook his head harder, before walking over to his (giant) closet, pulling on some pants and a shirt. The clothes were soft, a lot softer than his old wardrobe. He was largely able to fit into Damiens old clothes but he liked his style how he had it.

Sam walked down the halls, the tapping of his heels echoing through the walls. He stopped in front of his news progeny door. Opening it slightly to look inside. He was met with his progeny’s progeny sleeping on the bed he didn't care to take out and his actual progeny laying on the ground, not asleep but just laying there. He didn't care to ask why, instead just closing the door once more and continuing to walk. Sam didn't know where he was walking in honesty. He didn't know the place fully, he hadn't taken the time to look around yet. He suddenly felt a sharp feeling stab at him, not physically, no it was something else. He didn't know what, it went as soon as it came yet he still turned around quickly. His eyes locking on a door he knew led to a dungeon.

He walked back to it, slowly putting his hand on the doorknob. He took a grounding breath. Why was he so nervous? It made no sense, he was the strongest person here. But what he felt didn't feel like he had to fight, it felt different, it sparked something protective in him. Like how he felt when he gained feeling for his Darlin. As soon as he realized the feeling he threw open the door and rushed down the stairs. This place should be empty. Even if there were people down here when he took over they would be dead by now, if anything because of starvation. As he walked he could see a dull light in the distance. He looks into each cell briefly as he passes, each one empty.

Until he sees them. Curled in on themselves breathing softly,shalowly. He stops, he can see the body shaking, whoever it is is covered in dirt and muck. He can smell dried blood. It isn't till a few more seconds passes that he recognizes the smell of the blood. “D-Darlin?” he whispers softly in disbelief. The figure in the cell gasps and holds its legs closer to their body. Sam tore open the cell door and rushed in. He didn't touch them, but he wanted to. “Hay, Darlin, is that really you? Oh gods please tell me it's you” He whispered softly. Darlin sniffled and slowly moved their head so they could see him. “S-Sam?” God they sounded broken. “Ya, ya Darlin it's me. You're going to be ok, can I touch you?” he whispered. After a second of a disbelieving staring Darlin crashed into Sam, Throwing their arms around him. He held them back, he could feel how weak they were, he could feel how much thinner they were, their strength all gone. Sam let himself fall back when they collided, just holding them as they sobbed into him.

They stayed like that for a long time. He couldn't feel any tears, they must have been down there, trapped for a long time. Soon darlin pulled back, looking at sam's face. “Sammy….I've missed you so much…how did…how did you find me…” Their voice was small and strained, it sounded like it hurt them to speak, nothing like the strong study voice he adored so much. “It's all right darlin, I'll explain what's been happening. Let's get you out of here first.” He continued to speak quietly. They nodded sharply and he curled his arms around them, picking them up as if they were going to brake, and to be fair it felt as if they would.

Sam stood up slowly, feeling them in his arms. They were so light… He felt them still shaking and their breath still ridged. He walked slowly back up to the halls, making sure he didn't shake them much as he went. He continued back to his room, opting for that over the medical room he didn't know the exact location of. He passed his progeny’s room but did not stop this time, heading to the largest room in the place. Once he reached there, he lightly set Darlin down on the soft sheets. “Hey Darlin, you're safe now. I've got you” he whispered sitting next to them. They smiled weekly, reaching out their hand to close it around his.

It wasn't until he knew they were asleep that he left their side. He quickly got food for them, as well as a healer he had made friends with before he became a mass maker. The healer healed darlins wounds as much as they could, there were a lot of new scars that made sams teeth hurt. He wanted to rip apart whoever made them. After the healer was done they told Sam that they were extremely malnourished and dehydrated, as well as very weak physically. Sam didn't know what happened to them and he couldn't help but worry, he was told they were dead, how they were alive and why they were in the dungeon. He would get all those questions answered when his darlin was ready and he didn't know how long that would take.

Once Darlin woke up Sam was at their side. Telling them that a healer came in and took care of what they could. Sam held them in his arms as he fed them small types of food. Before picking them up and taking them to his bathroom to run them a nice shower and bath. He could tell they were embarrassed by the small blush on their cheeks but they leaned into his soft touch. He wasn't expecting them to do so, not with how they used to act, he knew they were getting better but this was an entire new level, they were leaning into him because they finally felt safe for the first time in however long. It broke his heart. Once they were clean Sam ran a bath and sat behind them as they rested on his chest.

“Sam…” They whispered, scared to break the peace they just got back. “Yes darlin?” Sam replied in a soft but normal volume. “What happened..I know you must have questions about me but I….I don't want to talk about it…yet at least.” Sam kissed their head, their hair was a lot thinner than what they used to have but he would make sure it would be back to what they once had soon. “Of course darlin, you don't have to talk about it till you are ready, i'll tell you what's happened since you've been gone.”

Sam explained what all had happened since he thought they had died. Darlin was devastated to hear it all but stayed quite well as Sam explained it all. From the day he was told they died to him taking over the crown. They swayed gently in his arms, playing with some of the bubbles on the top of the water. “So..basically…the imperium is dead and vamps are all supreme and because you are the one who started it all they just stay out of your way and let you have what you want?” “The army of progeny helps with that to but ya pretty much.” “heh, I guess so…what about the pack? You said that they are alive ‘cept David..But you said the other where ok, how are they?” “They're all right, I don't talk to them much but I have some eyes on them, Asher has been a good Alfa and they tried to help take down the Imperium, they are safe, other people won't mess with them, especially not other vamps, they all know they are under my protection.” Darlin smiled “....Thank you…it means alot that you have been keeping an eye out for them…I knew David died that night… the prison guards wouldn't shut up about it” “Oh, Darlin im so sorry” ''Its fine..I..I actually changed my mind. I want to get it out of the way…” “All right Darlin, I'll listen, I'll let you know if I have any questions.”

Darlin started telling Sam what happened. They didn't remember the start of it all, one minute they were fighting Quinn with David and they passed out, then they woke up in the dungeon. The guards were cruel to them, barely feeding them or giving them water, and when they did it came in dog bowls. They whipped them alot to, they refused to get close to them in any way so all the torcher came from a distance. Getting frozen or boiling water thrown onto them or other such things. Then one day the guards didn’t come back, there was a lot of noise but they didn't know what was going on, then they were alone. The other prisoners started screaming and such but they all eventually fell quiet. They got hungrier and hungrier but refused to die, no matter what. Then Sam found them.

Sam figured that the guards were amosent the people that were killed during the fighting, but he would double cheek to make sure. Sam spent the rest of the day taking care of his darlin. Dressing them up in comfy, elegant clothes, getting them the nicest food he could, making sure they were drinking water.

Over time as he took care of them they started looking better, he got a freelancer to help with their hair, he knew they still used it as a stim. He watched as they pulled at their thin hair and get more upset when it came out so he made it a priority to help fix that. He continued to take care of them and they started getting more of their personality back, they were a lot more submissively skittish then their old aggressive skittish. He started helping them around,never wanting to leave their side but also not wanting to overwhelm them with meetings and such, so he left them in his room whenever he had a meeting. He also made sure his progeny and his one he turned knew they were there and that the two of them were to listen to his Darlin no matter what.

Months passed and he started to see his darlin again, they weren't scared to yell at Damien or Huxly and they started working out. Sam was more than pleased when we saw them working out for the first time, his tightening pants proof of that. He sat and watched them until they noticed him. “Oh shit, sorry Sam, I didn't see you come in.” “no no darlin you're good, i'm enjoying the show” “heh i can see that.” Sam blushed as looked away. “It's good to see you working out again darlin.” They walked closer to him, “Sam..I'm sorry for how I used to treat you, it wasn't fair and I-” “No! No darlin you never have to apologize for any of that!” Sam interrupted, quickie standing in front of them, placing his hands on their hips. “I wasn't even supposed to be in your house but I loved you, I DO love you, I loved how you treated me, I was yours and I loved doing anything and everything you wanted from me, please don't apologize for any of it!” He started with his voice louder than he normally used but quickly lowered his voice as he continued to talk. Darlin looked shocked until their eyes narrowed. “Oh? You liked being tossed around and treated like a pet?” They said eyebrow raised. Sam was going to respond but nothing came out of his mouth as he felt his face flush, so instead he nodded.

His darlin smirked and put their own hands on his hips and jerked him into them. He gasped in surprise and they took that opportunity to kiss him. After the moment of shock he kissed back, running his hands up their sides to wrap them around their neck. After months they felt almost exactly as they used to, strong, sturdy, and hot as hell. They knew it too, they loved to flex it, randomly picking him up when he wasn't expecting it. The first time they did it they scared him.

Now his Darlin easily pushed him around, nothing like they used to, just small shoves whenever he made them blush or such. In honesty he missed their harsh nature, he missed them shoving him out of the way when they wanted something, shoving him into a wall as they bit at his skin.

Sam was pulled back into the present as Darlin pulled at the buttons on his shirt. “Mmm~ you liked me pushing you around? You like being my little, pathetic vampire bitch~?” They growled into the kiss, their grip on his hips tightening. He opened his eyes again,wondering briefly when he closed them, he looked up at his mates eyes. He nodded. “Yes~, i've missed you so much Darlin” He could feel them smirk as they dipped their head to kiss his neck. “Fuck~”

They suddenly bit him harshly, him crying out loudly as they drew blood. They spit the blood out of the mouth and grinned down at him again. “Like that?” Gods he missed that cocky face. ‘Y-yes” He managed to choke out, before he felt a sharp pain though his face, they had smacked him, “Yes what.” “Yes Master” He whispered out, face red. “That's a good pet.” They smiled sweetly down on him for a brief moment, making sure that he really was ok with it, they were met with an extremely flushed Sam smiling like a dumbass.

They snorted a laugh and picked him up, carrying him like a princess despite his title as King. Sam if possible would have blushed even harder. He kept his face in the crook of their neck as they walked down the halls, he could feel eyes follow them as they went. Who wouldn't stair, a wolf was carrying their king like he was a fragile doll, which was funny in itself, seeing as he knew they were about to absolutely reck him.

They get back to the room and Darlin doesn't think twice about the fact that the two news additions are in there before throwing Sam onto the bed and getting on top of him. Sam on the other hand, does, about to shout out for them both to leave Darlin cuts him off with a kiss. Biting his lips as they do, he’s mindlessly grinding up into them as their teeth mix with the kiss. It isn't until Damien lets out an embarked squeak that Darlin looks over at the two. “The hell are you two still doing here? Get the hell out.” They growled, the other two didn't waste any time before dashing out. Not before darlin had seen Damien's reaction to the scene in front of him. “Heh~ looks like your progeny is a little whore Sammy~”

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled them back to kiss him again, “I couldn't care less right’ now Darlin” He laughed as they grinned and bit at his neck again. They didn't make another comment, instead flipping the two of the over so Sam was straddling their chest. “Fuck! Fucken hell Darlin, i forgot how hot you are under me~” his comment earned him a harsh smack to his thigh, he bit his lip to stop a shout. “You love it when I hit you dont you bitch.” They smirked as they rubbed the spot they smacked. Sam nodded as he started to grind down onto them. “What do you want, Sam?” Sam started to answer but was cut off by a sharp smack to his face and flipped back to his back, he took a sharp breath of surprise and darlin grabbed his cheeks, shaking his face as they growled in his ear, “I dont give a shit what you want. Why the hell would i?” Was all he could make out before he felt his pants being ripped off and darlin grabbing his dick harshly.

He gasped as he felt the cool air hit his half hard dick before darlins hand quickly remedied the cold. “I want you in me” He heard them say before he could feel them push themselves partially down onto him. His breath came in short harsh increments as he could feel them swallowing him. “D-darlin you didnt-” He was once again smacked, this time on his thigh, “You think i don't know. Fucking dumbass, of course I know I didnt prep, I dont give a shit right now. I said I want you in me so ill fucking have that.” They ground out though their teeth, holding back their pained gasps and moans.

He nodded sharply as their ass met his thighs as he bottomed out. They leaned down, catching their breath as they kissed his neck. They took awhile to get used to his size again, especially because they only had his pre cum and whatever they used of their own wetness to shove him inside in their impatience.

After a few minutes of them getting adjusted and Sam peppering their hair with kisses as they waited, they started to move. They start slow but after the first few bounces they speed up. Smacking themselves down on him. Sam moaned as they claimed him, marking his neck with their teeth as their nails raked down his shoulders and chest.

His teeth ached to be in them but he didn’t. He knew better. Instead he had his hands on their hips as he met theirs with his. Darlin moaned uncontrollably as his hips sped up more and more, until they smacked his face, not hard but he could feel a sting, and scolded him.

Sam fought to keep his hips down, still occasionally thrusting up into them. Every time he did they punished him, whether it be a smack or them sinking their sharp teeth into him and ripping his skin,either way he loved it. He could feel his core sing every time their bodies met.

“F-Fuck darlin-“ He panted out, “Darlin ‘m close. God ‘m so close.” He could feel their smirk against his neck. “Good~ Ahh~ fuck. Sam,” His name sounded like a prayer on their lips, “Cum with me~ come on Sammy. I want you in me while I finish”

He couldn’t say no to them, he never could. He nodded frantically and was rewarded with their lips on his once more. The kiss was desperate and messy as they moaned together.

It wasn’t much longer before the two of them finished together. Later Sam would learn that multiple of his staff as well as his progeny were made well aware of his and his Darlin’s activities by the time their joined noises came to a stop, and he honestly could not care less.

The two of them sat there for a while,basking in their glorious afterglow,until they started to feel sticky and gross, or at least until Darlin started to feel sticky and gross. Sam couldn’t care,he was just basking and he wouldn’t be the one to stop that ever, expecily just to clean up.

His darlin carried him to the bathroom and washed him and themselves off, slowly pressing kisses to his skin. Once they were done they dried them both off and got him back to the bed, where they threw the messy blankets off the bed to be washed later, and set him down. They climbed in with Sam and cuddled him close to them.

They both fell asleep soon after, holding each other. Just how they should be

[honeyedafterglow]

two days after i killed myself

the day after i killed myself, i had no regrets. i was finally free—no more of that crushing weight, no more dark water filling my lungs until i was sure i’d suffocate. i didn’t have to think to myself, one more day. just try to survive one more day because i had no days left. it was over. i didn’t have to hurt anyone ever again. my family wouldn’t have to worry anymore now that i was gone. selfishly, i was relieved that i would never have to face them after what i’d done. i didn’t want to see how it hurt them. i didn’t want to know.

but i saw. from my place in death, i saw what i had done, the damage i caused. it was irreparable. my mother barely got out of bed. our dog barked and whined, begging for her attention, her love, asking where i had gone, but when she never responded, the dog simply climbed into bed and lay in silence with her. my cat, once confined to my room, now roamed the house as he howled, calling out to me, a living, breathing reminder of the daughter my mother lost and the love i had for cats.

my father, on the other hand, drowned himself in his work. he logged up to a hundred hours a week, only leaving himself enough time to miss me when he returned home at night to see my empty bedroom, the lights all switched off, the door cracked slightly open the way it always was when i lived there, eternally unchanging. he had begun to adjust the thermostat from his phone instead of passing by my doorway to do it manually. he didn’t want to think about me and what i left behind more often than necessary.

my little sister, who was only sixteen, still traveled between our parents’ houses. when she was at our dad’s, she kept the door to my bedroom from our shared bathroom tightly closed. she locked it when she showered, and sometimes expected me to burst into her room and scold her for leaving it locked after she was done. but i never did, and she eventually stopped unlocking it.

at our mom’s, she did her best to avoid walking down the hallway that led to my room and the bathroom unless she needed to pee. my door was always closed now, and my cat never seemed to figure out why. he would sit in front of it and cry, wailing for me to let him in, unaware that i was not home and i never would be again. my sister cared for him on my behalf, holding him when he cried in the middle of the night, feeding him when he purred and begged for food. he was how she honored me in my death. he was how she showed that she had loved me.

my older sister didn’t live at home anymore, but she felt the loss, too. when she lay in her bed, she sometimes caught herself staring at the candle i made for her in my pharmacy class and began to cry. she couldn’t bring herself to light it, unwilling to let a flame melt away something i had given her. when she felt strong enough, she often visited my social media pages and scrolled through my posts, remembering how i’d ask her opinion of my photos and whether i should post them. she always encouraged me to post them, no matter how other people may react. it was my page and she wanted me to share whatever i felt like sharing. now that i was gone, she was thankful for that.

my boyfriend was surprised by the news. at first, he thought it was a joke, something i’d orchestrated to get a reaction out of him—a sick prank. but he eventually realized that it wasn’t a cruel joke i’d been playing. he still went over to my house, sat on my bed, looked at the rumpled sheets and flattened pillows where we used to sleep together. he thought about how i would always sling one arm and one leg over him when we slept, like a koala hugging a tree, and i could see the ache i had put inside of him.

sometimes he would log onto his computer to play his favorite video game and see the minecraft logo, forced to remember how i made him play it with me the night after our first date when i panicked and made him go home. he remembered the feeling of his arm around my waist in the movie theater as we watched spider-man, of my hand in his while we walked through cedar point, of my skin against his the first time we had sex. he remembered the sound of my heartbeat whenever he rested his head on my chest, the smell of my perfume that he liked to spray on himself, the sound of my laugh when he said something particularly stupid. he couldn’t stop remembering. sometimes i wished he could forget, if only it would stop him from hurting so badly.

the day after i killed myself, i had no regrets—i was proud of myself for my success, relieved i had finally freed everyone from my web of misery and pain—but the day after that, i did.

two days after i killed myself, i regretted it. i wanted to go back. i wanted to push my hands through the earth i’d been buried in, my fingernails caked with dirt, and crawl home to the family i’d left behind. i wanted to wrap them in my arms, tell them i was sorry, promise them i would never hurt them that way again—but i couldn’t. i was dead.

two days after i killed myself, i regretted it more than i ever thought i was capable of.

[tothedarkdarkseas]

16, 33, 41?

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Definitely. This is aided by substances, usually, but between the music and the drugs I think they've had their share of late nights, not all as productive as they'd like; some spotted with regrets, but many just... genuinely good memories, good "matey" nights pouring over the dizzy thoughts and playing a verbal game of MASH about their rockstar futures. (This is, of course, more true of the early years.) I'd say it's rare that "just talking" truly excludes the initial excuse for time spent together, be it writing and recording or smoking and snorting, but it can exclude any physical contact beyond the socially appropriate.

33. Who’s the better cook?

It's honestly hard for me to hedge bets on this. Neither. The answer is surely neither. I simply cannot see Stuart having any ability beyond feeding himself, for nothing more has ever been necessitated; I cannot see Murdoc having any ability beyond feeding himself, for that core survival ability was necessitated. I think some years into their celebrity Stuart has slightly more interest in food, specifically through his dabbles with vegetarianism, religious and spiritual bases for eating or not eating something, the cuisine of other cultures when he becomes a more seasoned traveller. I wouldn't say that translates into a gift for cooking itself, though. Murdoc has had to know more of the fundamentals of preparing something even on limited resources, but I think he's promptly forsaken that for the glory of wealth and convenience.

I'm going to ultimately give it to Murdoc, I think, but that comes with a half-dozen asterisks beside it. The two smoke so heavily that they can only be so critical. No one else eats their cooking; no one else is as inoculated against the taste.

41. Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

This also threatens to be a bit more tender than I portray them, but probably Stu. It's a headcanon of mine that Murdoc is often cold, but isn't really willing to admit to it, or can function with a bizarre unawareness of those charmless human needs; maybe it's a result of heavy drinking fucking around with his bodily awareness. Stu's certainly not offering out of a fondness, but a knowingness of what isn't being said.

He might ask something like "D'you need a coat or are you having a fit?" or mutter about "drunk shakes." He might tell him if he didn't dress like a tart Stu wouldn't have to be so put-upon, how he probably looks like a real tit without his jacket now. He sort of likes it though, being put-upon, if only for the very low-stakes upper hand it gives him. There is a sick sort of traditionalist dominance that overrides his lack of natural chivalry toward Murdoc, you know, ah-- it's embarrassing, he thinks. Murdoc ought to be embarrassed. Murdoc ought to feel small, the way he's been made to feel small by Murdoc tying his shoes or stealing from his nightstand or picking which of his least-favourite shirts he'll have to wear for the next four days. Whether or not that image consciously enters his mind, there is a certain smug satisfaction that accompanies the instinct that the gesture is emasculating to the other. (We know, though, that this is not the same issue for Murdoc. Win/win from his end, really.)

[penguinmusings]

@kalira Okay, I'm... weeks late but >.> And just my luck, all the days I picked are empty on your chart~ hehe (it's a sign, nudge nudge)

With your updated chart today, I knew Day 14 must be about Kei's poor almost-drowned children alkgjdfkljg ugh

So I present you a bunch of rambling... please prepare yourself.

Day 16 - “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” — Giving me bb!Sho (maybe even adolescent Sho) and Kei, lying down on the balcony.

Kei has been In a Mood lately and not feeding and hungry. When he’s hungry and dizzy, I like to imagine that while he’s in control (at least, with Sho because he would never even dream of hurting Sho), he probably muses about some morbid stuff (like throwing himself off the building and waiting to see how long it takes for his bones to align when he’s 2-3 weeks without feeding. Maybe he won’t make it until the sun rises hmmm?) out loud and it…well. It scares Sho. Sho who is not afraid of Kei but of what Kei might do to himself and…he knows what to say, knows what Kei needs to hear. 

Day 17 - Touch Aversion, "Leave me alone"

I feel like this naturally points towards Kei (not wanting to touch the kids after feeding or before he goes out to feed, not…being touchy in general before he gets comfy with bb!Sho).

But I also wonder… did bb!Sho just immediately fling himself at Kei or was there also moments of…being awkward about touching before they grew close? Just little moments where they began to be more comfortable…

Day 20 - !! Found Family, Blanket, maybe “you will regret touching them” — but just ahhhh protective!Kei with his kids, with bb!Sho and. I’d love to see how Toshi and Shinji will play into this.

Their little makeshift family, far from perfect and blanket full of holes but it’s Sho’s family and he loves them so much. I don’t really have a scenario for this just a lot of feelings ahhhh— Sharing blankets on the couch? Falling asleep together? Maybe Shinji comes back and sees them and…while he hates Kei he can’t help but be a little thankful that the other two kids are safe and comfortable and can fall asleep so openly. 

Day 23 - Stalking, Shadows, “Who’s there?” — ahhh poor angst muffin!Kei, but I do love writing and reading a good hunt. And Kei is, unfortunately, so good at it.

Day 27 - Matches, Scars, “Let me see” — so I wonder, how many scars Sho has and just. musing about Kei not having any.

Sho being childishly jealous ahah, hitting him on the shoulder and Kei hitting him back where he has a little slash wound or something. It’s a glaring reminder for both of them that Kei is very much not human and Sho is very, very human. Them just sitting, backs to the wall of some balcony or at home on the sofa, smoking, and Kei sighs because this isn’t the first time Sho has gotten hurt before.

And of course, adolescent!Sho has that cocky "I can do it myself" pride, but Kei would have none of it when he's actually hurt.  

Day 30 - Borrowed Clothing, Bridal Carry, “Not much longer...” — I’m being awful and thinking of more hurt or sick bb/adolescent!Sho.

Kei rushing him to..well he can’t go to the hospital but I wonder about underground doctors that won’t ask many questions as long as you pay… 

That said, you have another that is Kei carrying him so I wonder if my thoughts just got all jumbled ahah.

But it would be a good excuse to figure out some more lore — my personal head canons include Kei freaking out about old medical kits (and the kids trying to convince him that it’s fine because it’s better than nothing but Kei is horrified), Kei having to steal medicine from the store and figuring out which one is best for kids, Kei learning medical care because good grief, do these kids get hurt a lot and they get sick. When was the last time Kei has gotten sick? Hundreds of years ago. (I will write these head canons eventually, promise aha. It’s drafted… >.>) 

@penguinmusings as I can't put an image in a reply, I would like to show you the top third of my @whumptober spreadsheet - most specifically Day 10, for . . . Reasons. . .

[serenetoru]

k. ayato x gn!reader.

genre: angst.

Tw: reader’s death, regret, swearing, just Ayato being mean :(

my first time making a fanfic and write stuff so, enjoy!

also my grammar is a bit off.. so sorry about that.

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you loved him. you really do. But be as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t have time for you. Today is the 3rd time this week you had asking him to atleast spends some time with you, but ofcourse, you had been back at this damned room, your shared room. “Ayato… please, honey you shouldn’t do this to yourself.. you’re hurting.” said you, so full of concern for his well-being. “I’ve said this countless time [name]. STOP BOTHERING ME.” woah, this is new, he has NEVER raise his voice at you, shocked at his reply, you get out of his office, broken hearted. “[name]…? i’ve heard everything.. im sorry..” Thoma says while pats your head, comfortingly. You could only stare at your hands, dumbfounded at your ��soon to be husband’. You only wanted Ayato to talk about your recent sickness, you got cancer. “It’s alright, Thoma, really thank you for always being there for me” Thoma smiles down at you, “anytime.”.

your sickness got worse on these pass couple of weeks. you couldn’t walk anymore. Ayaka stood beside you, feeding you while her brother still doesn’t know about any of this, “[name], we should really tell about your condition to Ayato” face full of concern while fidgeting her dress. “Really, it’s okay Ayaka, he wanted some alone time” You reply to her statements half-heartedly. You can’t stand him anymore, all of his bullshits, you’re so tired of his childish silly actions. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, all you wanted was him to finally lay beside you, sharing your sweet-nothings to eachothers, and maybe even go out on some little harmless dates, actually, when was the last time he had taken you to dates? you couldn’t remember. You felt as your body began to ache- so bad that you almost screamed. It hurts, physically and mentally, you’re not ready to leave this world, you haven’t fulfill your wishes yet. “[NAME]!!! WHATS WRONG?!?!” Ayaka, your best friend, your fiancè’s beloved sister. “Aya… please, don’t tell him about this.. AGH… it.. hurts..” Tears started to fall on her crystal blue eyes, it hits your face like a rock falling to the ground. “Shhh… don’t cry, its all going to be alright.., i want you to tell him how much i loved him..” you smiled at her, for the last time.

A week has passed after that incident, the estate has a depressing aura surrounding it, even the fatui near the estate are concerned about what happened. Fortunately(or rather… unfortunately), Ayato has begin to notice this, how when you hadn’t come up to his office to “bother him”, how everytime when Thoma sees him his face falls into a saddened one, and how..how he has suddenly felt… troubled..? why does his heart picked up when he’s near your shared room..? everyone in the estate is so.. depressed, as if someone has passed. He connected all the dots and… no. There’s no way. He refused to believe that. And there he came searching around the estate, looking, searching, YEARNING, for any traces you left behind. Hell, he even goes out to Inazuma city to ask about everyone if they have seen you, but all of that comes to a waste. No traces was found, he’s stressed. Had you gone to another island? or even region? why doesn’t you tell him anything? do you… hate him..? He grips his Sumi(a japannese calligraphy pen or some sorts), it almost break because of how much power he used. “Godammit [name]. Where could have you been..?” all of the regrets, its all coming to him, it feels like a burden behind his back, guilty. He hated the fact that he had yelled at you, when he swore on his life he would never yell at you. He asked one of the guards regarding your presence, but all of the guards said that they cannot tell him, its not that they want to, but its an order. From a certain someone, someone he cherishes, he loved, he worships. He’s getting enough of this, “Ayaka!” his smooth voice rangs around the estate, Ayaka, who was practicing her swordmanship rushes to her brothers office, “Yes brother?” she asks him while also being nervous. “Where is [name]?”

Tears streaming down his face. How could.. how could you..?!?! you left him. In this world behind, alone, well not really but he doesn’t care. Why hasn’t anyone told him about your passing?? once he opened the letter that you write from him before you’re gone, he’s so, so heart brokened.

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To my dearest, Ayato.

Hello, dear. It seems that Ayaka has given you this letter i wrote days, weeks, or even months prior. Yes, i’ve probably am already gone from this beautiful world, im sure you’ve probably felt guilty about it. Don’t worry, i’ve forgiven you, so don’t think about it that much… just.. be happy for me alright..? I love you.

Full of love, yours only.

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thanks for reading, this is so shit, im so sorry

[xavierknightsbridge]

My Stepbrother’s Belly

Simon was pissed off. Bad enough his mom had a new boyfriend. Bad enough she'd married him. Worse that he had a musclebound jock his age for a son. Worst of all that he was expected to share his room with this brunette Adonis with his bulging biceps and douchey personality. Watching him work-out topless, stuff his face and rub his temporary pudge and belch, jack off to porn without headphones. It was torture. Worse because his new stepbrother was hot.

Simon in contrast was a scrawny nerd with a mop of unruly black hair and a slight pot-belly. He'd be cute with a haircut but he preferred to hide his looks. The only thing about him that was remarkable was his appetites. What he liked to feed his belly with and was responsible for the permanent layer of pudge wobbling about his middle. But since Brad moved in, Simon had had to even stop his special meals.

Simon looked down at his pot-belly, belly-button peeping out from his hoody, and sighed, belly grumbling. He'd planned this for months – and Brad had managed to ruin it too. He'd been feeding up his annoying best friend Matt for months, candy bar by candy bar. He was ripe and plump and ready and Simon's mom and stepdad were going away for the weekend with Brad – but at the last minute Brad had cancelled. Stomachache apparently, Simon thought sourly, massaging his poor hungry tum. And now Brad was staying here, with him and Matt, and Brad had invited one of his dumb jock friends to stay for the weekend too: Mitch, a ripped golden Adonis with pecs you could bounce a quarter off and an ass to die for.

A sudden grumble told Simon his stepbrother was near. Sure enough, Brad was stepping into his room, a towel around his naked body, rubbing his bare grumbling belly. “That kid's coming over right? Your boyfriend?”

Simon scowled. “He's not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever you say. Sure is a snack,” Brad said with a wink. He loved to tease Simon about his sexuality. He liked to say he'd be the one making sure his stepmom got grandkids – usually before whipping his big cock out to nut one out in front of some straight porn – with the sound on, of course. “Well me & Mitch'll give you the bedroom. For y'know, Privacy,” Brad winked, and grabbed his dick, visibly hard beneath the towel. “We can hang out in the garage. Just y'know, don't fucking disturb us.”

“Well you don't disturb us neither,” Simon pouted, immediately regretting it as Brad grinned. “See, knew I was right.”

And then their guests were arriving. Brad had put on a tanktop and board-shorts and gave Mitch a high five as he entered, wearing a t-shirt and tight shorts that left little to the imagination. And then there was Matt, guileless and cute, with candy-stuffed belly visible beneath his shirt. Simon's own belly growled with need – but Brad and Mitch being around ruined his plans. He'd have to find something else to do with Matt until he could finally get a free weekend alone with his friend and his belly.

Luckily, opportunity presented itself: a bag of candy Mitch must have been eating surreptitiously, abandoned in the kitchen when he’d gamely followed Brad into the garage. All the better to plump out Matt’s already straining belly with, Simon though licking his red lips as he gathered up the bags of candy and hurrying back to his bedroom where Matt, guileless as ever, lay sprawled on his bed. His eyes lit up and his belly strained at the buttons of his shirt as he saw what Simon was carrying. “Let’s see if we can get those buttons to pop,” Simon said with glee, planning on a day of edging his belly with the sight of Matt’s growing one. If he couldn’t have it now, he’d at least heighten the anticipation for when he could.

“Think I’m gonna be sick,” Matt grunted as Simon rubbed the flanks of his heaving bared belly, round as a beachball and hanging from the flaps of his open shirt like a balloon, sweat dribbling into his belly-button, into which Simon had stuck a lollypop, which he was idly twisting and turning inside that lovely orifice of flesh. “You don’t want me to lose this do you piggy,” Simon said, indicating his burgeoning erection, tentpoling his shorts. Matt shook his head. This erotic play had long been their dynamic, pushing it further with each encounter - until Simon thought one delicious day when it would all come to a wonderful and final end. He pushed another chocolate between Matt’s willing lips and felt it enter his warm stomach, pressing the flesh as it bloated still further. Then Simon sighed.”We can take a break if you like. I think Brad has indigestion tablets. Knock before you go in!”

Simon slumped back on his bed, cock throbbing in his shorts and belly grumbling. He unzipped his hoody to massage his complaining stomach. This was torture. Fucking Brad, and fuckingf Mitch too. There was no way he could indulge his unique appetites while they were about. Sighing, he began to thrust in the bed, indulging his loins to almost-but-not-quite climax, resolved to enjoy his body in some way even if he couldn’t give his belly what it wanted today. 

He came to his senses, edged half out of his mind, when he heard the garage door open. Startled, Simon glanced at the alarm on his bedside table. It had been an hour! Where had Matt been all this time? He had no time to react - his bedroom door was open. In walked Mitch, bare-chested, sporting a noticeable paunch and a towel slung over his shoulder, blonde curls dripping with sweat. He grinned as he spotted Simon’s throbbing erection. “Guess I should’ve guessed what you fellas were up to.”

Simon grabbed aa pillow to hide his throbbing hard-on. Man, he thought, Mitch was pretty hot. Why had he never noticed before now? “Uh, where’s Matt,” he mumbled, trying not to look at Mitch’s firm bared pecs or fat round pot-belly, incongruous over his waistband. Mitch shrugged his impressive shoulders. “Brad and I were working out, then y’know how it is. He put some real hot porn on so we got a little uh distracted. Didn’t see your friend till we’d be rocking out with our cocks out for who knows how long.” Mitch belched suddenly, and rubbed his bare gut. “Sorry, Brad made weed brownies. Didn’t know he baked! Though guess I am now,” he grinned. “Brad said he had the munchies. Needed to cool off. Figured I did too, so came in to use the shower.” Simon watched in awe as sweat beaded down those ample pectorals and onto the gentle curve of his brownie-stuffed stomach. “Say, where is the shower?” Mutely, Simon pointed, more aroused than even an hour of edging had managed to achieve as Mitch sloped away towards the restroom.

Simon lay on his bed for a moment, zipping up his hoody - cock and belly in turmoil. Braad was busy - with Matt admittedly - but if they were stoned out of their minds, it could be hours and hours before they surfaced. And he’d promised his belly a treat. Brad had spoiled it. So it was only fair if Simon had had to give up Matt, then Brad would have to give up Mitch. And so, belly groaning with anticipation and cock bouncing in his shorts, curly-haired geek Simon set out for the shower - and his next meal.

Mitch was so stoned - and so lost jacking off his big cock and painfully full edged balls, that he didn’t notice Simon slip into the restroom. Nor did he see the soap-bar Simon laid out on the floor - until stepping out, gloriously naked, hard as a rock and belly stuffed with brownies, he slipped and fell flat on the tiles, belly-first. Right where Simon - and Simon’s hungry belly - wanted him. Mitch grinned stupidly, as Simon approached, hoody zipped back up.

“Hey, man, in a bit of a fix here. Help me up will you?” Mitch extended an arm and Simon lifted him up, grabbing the muscled hunk with both arms. “You’re pretty cold,” Simon said rubbing the bare skin of his soon-to-be-belly-filler. “Let’s get you somewhere warm.” And before Mitch could wriggle out of his grip, Simon had opened his mouth impossibly wide and began to feed his belly.

Simon was lost in ecstasy as mouthful by mouthful he swallowed down the hunk, head first. The taste of talcum powder on his muscled shoulders, the flexing of his arms and back muscles as Simon gobbled them down, the full round plumpness of his smooth pecs, flexing in his mouth, nipples hard and sweet, was indescribable. Simon gagged a little at the size and heft of those mighty planes of round muscle - but he was determined to give his belly what it deserved so he forced them down his gullet, nibbling and nipping his way to the belly of his prey - Mitch who was soon to be so much pudge. 

Already Simon could feel his hoody expand, zip straining as the upper half of Mitch began to enter the voracious tank of his nerd’s gut. Mitch was struggling inside him, the feeling of which got Simon rock hard, but the weed brownies were taking a toll and the jock was too drowsy to put up much of a fight. The brownies had had another effect too, Simon thought, as Mitch’s belly jiggled and wobbled towards his mouth, plump and rounded with a cute indent of a belly-button. Simon enjoyed lathering the whole expanse of Mitch-belly with his tongue, teasing his belly-button (complete with belly-stud, which he carefully unhooked with his tongue and let fall to the floor) feeling Mitch, evidently ticklish, writhe and moan inside him. He allowed himself to gently chew the gentle sloping paunch of his new belly-food, savoring in the taste and roundness of the perfectly spherical little belly - before sucking the whole wobbling, sweet, brownie-stuffed gut into his now - much larger- superior stomach.

The zip of his hoody was straining visibly with the massive bowling-ball of his belly, belly-button a visible indent in it - Simon felt smug and proud as he saw his gut expand with Mitch-food in the bathroom mirror. All that remained were a pair of muscled legs kicking futilely from his mouth, Mitch’s massive cock and swinging balls slapping against Simon’s mouth, before Simon tossed back his head and swallowed the whole lower half of his latest belly-filler in one. 

The effect was instantaneous - the zipper unzipped in one motion, before it reached the apex of his swollen vore-belly, and pinged it off, breaking the mirror with the force of Simons’ belly emerging, triumphant, smug and satiated. It spilled out of Simon’s hoody like a tidal wave, cloth falling either side of the mighty heaving apex-belly, a great fat beachball of pink belly, with a massive cavity of belly-button into which Mitch’s belly-stud rolled down the great upper curve of thee belly - and got stuck. Simon, now deliciously utterly stuffed, his massive vore-belly proof of his latest conquest and the abilities of his predatory voracious gut, let out a massive belch and rubbed his wriggling belly, as Mitch visibly squirmed beneath the expanded walls of Simon’s massive nerd-belly. Or more accurately a jock-belly now, given what- or who - was currently swelling it out to such a massive, distended proportion. 

Simon gave his new bloated Mitch-belly a satisfied pat, hanging like a sack from beneath his perky pectorals, swelling out of his hoody whose sides had permanently parted, stretched beyond their limit, to accommodate the enormous swell of his predatory belly. Simon caught sight of himself in the mirror and grinned. “Didn’t think it was possible for you to look any better Mitch ol’ chum, but looks like I found a way.” He smacked his massive sphere of tum with glee, even as Mitch began to wriggle within the bloated drum of the vore-belly, as though to express his disagreement. But Simon didn’t care. Mitch was just food now. And food stayed in his belly.

Carefully, Simon maneuvered himself back to his bedroom, letting out a mighty belly-quaking belch as the frame of his bedroom door squeezed the sides of his belly together, belly-button closing like a mouth when the cheeks are squished in. There was a metallic ring; Mitch’s belly-stud had evidently been forced or pushed out of Simon’s bellybutton. Well, not that he needed it now. Not where he was. Gingerly, Simon flopped onto his bed, massive belly wobbling violently on top of him producing more belches and vigorous movement from his massively aroused loins in his shorts. So big was the belly that it took several minutes to stop jiggling as Simon adjusted position, smiling in smug satisfaction and exulting in the delicious fullness of Mitch being eaten by his belly, rubbing his Mitch-belly with pleasure, as though for a job well done.

Mitch was putting up a fight in his bloated tank though, and Simon groaned - as his belly groaned - with renewed activity. Simon couldn’t quite reach below his big deep bellybutton to the sloping lower curve of his Mitchbelly. Towering over him, his bloated beach-balloon of a man-eating gut wiggled and wobbled, flesh bouncing on top of him, causing Simon to moan with a combination of ecstasy and discomfort. 

“Dude,” he said, addressing his new vore-belly. “You need to chill the fuck down. You’re meat now. Food in my belly.” He gave his moving mountain of bare predatory belly an admonishing smack - and heard an unmistakeable moan of pleasure emerge from his gut, seeming emanating from his cavernous crevice of belly-button. Simon’s eyes widened and his cock moved against his distended lower gut as he realised what was happening. Mitch was so stoned and out of it that he was jacking off inside Simon’s belly. His belly was masturbating. Every wobble of that distented sweating, heaving gut was a movement from his food as he pleasured himself within the cavern of Simon’s voracious stomach. 

Simon was lost in an orgy of belly-making ecstasy, thrusting his hips (with considerable effort given the size and heft of his bare vore-belly) in time with the rhythmic movements of his belly-food, belly wobbling and swaying hypnotically, drenched in sweat. Mitch felt amazing inside him - all of that jock-meat stuffing him to such fullness he was belching continually - hoping to keep his meal conscious long enough for him to climax and sweeten his meal with fresh cum from his fat balls - before his body was turned into protein and pudge for Simon’s body. 

He was so lost in his own pleasure (and that of his moving, quaking belly’s) he didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t see the big bare belly bounce the door wide - and Brad, belly massively engorged and distended and with a lump visibly moving beneath the stretched, taut skin - waddle into the room, completely naked, massive cock twitching in time with the wriggling and writhing of his bloated greedy belly.  The ruined shreds of his tanktop clung to his curvaceous muscled pectorals, his new belly having evidently popped and torn the rest of the top. That wiggling rounded beachball of a vore-belly was too majestic to be contained and hidden away. 

Brad’s tanned skin was dripping with sweat, his pierced belly-button stretched and expanded by the massive horizontal expansion of his mighty gut, piercing winking within the depths of his expanded navel. He placed his hands on his hips, belly audibly gurgling and a voice could be heard moaning within the mighty cavern of Brad-belly. A voice that sounded a lot like Matt - but muffled by the thick walls of Brad’s engorged jock-belly. Or rather, nerd belly given who seemed to have swollen it to such astonishing proportions. 

Brad reacted first - belching and rubbing his exposed balloon of belly. “Uh. Say, have you seen Mitch?”

Simon gulped - unable to keep himself rubbing his own swollen sated stomach as he answered. “Not seen him for a while.” His big bloated belly let out an almighty gurgle. “But guess you could say I’ve been hearing from him.” He gazed at his stepbrother’s distended gut that could only be full of Matt in amazement, deep dark belly-button winking from just below the center of that swollen beachball of belly. “Uh you don’t know where Matt’s got to?”

Brad gave his big belly a fond pat, producing a meaty smacking noise that caused his belly to wobble wildly. “Turned out I had a uh task for him, which he’s doing very well.” He belched. “Had a bit of an opening which he’s filling very nicely. Kid’s got a use after all. But he’s uh gonna be busy for a while.” His massive meat-packed belly began to gurgle loudly. “Very busy.” His belly began to squirm, a lump visibly moving beneath the stretched skin. “Don’t think you’re gonna be seeing him for a while.” Brad began to back away, but his belly was too big for the doorframe with his food/Matt changing position inside his big belly and the sides stuck in the door, his belly being squeezed and pushed inwards, belly button getting squashed and Brad letting out a mighty belch and an oof, while his belly squirmed and jiggled wildly. 

“Funny,” Simon said, plucking up the courage to say what he saw. “Cause I think I’m looking at him right now -” and he gestured to the deep belly-button of his step-brother’s bloated tummy, and the bulge moving under the skin of his step-brother —- his friend, who his step-brother had eaten and had made that stuffed exposed stomach so huge and heavy. 

Brad actually blushed, as he considered his predicament, big bare belly squeezed in the doorframe, so fat-bellied with living prey as to impair his movements. But then he glanced at his step-brother’s own big, moving belly and frowned. “Well I sure as fuck can hear Mitch in there. Jeez, you pig,” he said pointing at Simon’s groaning gurgling vore-belly. “I was saving him for later. He was baked out of his mind. I don’t know how you haven’t been knocked out having all that weed in your fat belly.”

“Well I was fattening Matt up.” Simon said indignantly. 

“Yeah,” Brad said, rubbing the bloated curve of his upper belly, still stuck in the doorframe. “No shit.” 

And then they looked ed at each other, step brother to step brother and at their massive bared bellies, clearly full of their friends who they’d eaten to satisfy their appetites and convert from people into big round bellies - and burst into laughter. Brad’s big pecs heaved and his wriggling belly wobbled with effort - and popped free of the doorframe, causing Matt to show from behind the indent of his stretched bellybutton. Brad’s belly hung over his shorts by several feet, wobbling wildly now it was free. “Fuck me, man. I was planning on putting you in here,” he said rubbing his belly of Matt. 

“Not much room ,you stuffed pig,” Simon said and slapped his own wiggling belly of Mitch. “Besides I wanted to put you in here.” 

“I think he’s occupied,” Brad said, moving towards the bed, vore-belly jiggling. “And you’ve never horf me down.”

“I don’t know, man. I got Mitch.” Simon drooled as Mitch moved inside him and once again he contemplated the ripped, handsome body of the guy he’s put into his belly - the complete superiority of having turned such a man into a round beachball of bare vore belly - his belly. “You’re gonna be digesting him for days. While a fat little nerd like Matt is gonna be no obstacle for my belly. I’ll bet I’ve got room for seconds by the morning,” Brad said smugly. “Now move over. I wanna make sure my belly’s bigger than yours, nerd.” 

And Brad, clutching his mighty belly with both hands so it was squashed up beneath his muscled forearms, clambered onto the bed, belching and groaning while said vore-belly thrashed and squirmed. And no sooner was he lying on the bed beside Simon, that the bed, unable to withstand the weight of two fullbellied preds pre-digestion (or really four men) groaned and broke, sending both big bellied boys to the ground with an oof, letting out enormous belches as their stomachs were discommoded - provoking even more frantic squirming inside their fleshy fat prisons. Lying horizontally on the bed, with its legs now all broken so they were only inches off the floor,  so that their bellies sat atop them, big belly-buttons just below the apex of their vore-guts, wobbling in unison as though racing to digest the prey contained and swelling out their bare stomachs to such bloated, distended proportions. 

“Fuck your friend was a chubby little number,” Brad said with a satisfied belch as his belly moved of its own accord.

“Still is,” Simon said, managing to wriggle so he could just about move his arm over his own massive vore-belly and prod his step-brother in his big, deep belly-button which caused him - and his belly of Matt - to squirm and giggle. “Hey, no tickling.”

“You did eat my friend.” Brad belched. “Damn straight. And judging by that fucking monster of a belly, I’d say we’re even.” Simon grinned and patted his big moving belly that loomed over him like a mound. “I think he looks better in me anyways.”

“Your friend - what was his name?” Brad said indiacating his big belly, which currently answered to Matt. “He was some good eating. And definitely better looking now. Only way he was ever gonna be hot was to be some fat on my belly - and ass.” 

Simon rolled his eyes and belched. “Well I hope some of Mitch’s looks rub off on me. Though he’s currently rubbing on me. Of fuck.” His eyes rolled back into his skull as his belly wiggled and moved as Mitch shifted inside of his great voracious tummy. He could feel his belly gearing up for digestion and his cock hardened and he could feel his balls filling with cum at the same time. Judging by the meaty erection poking out of the button hole of Brad’s boxers, he was experiencing something similar. 

“Say, you don’t mind if I keep jacking off,” Simon asked, watching Brad, unable to reach his loins over his fat belly of Matt, beginning to hump the air, thrusting his hips.

“Think we’re past the point of being shy,” Brad panted, sweat coursing down his big muscled pectorals and pooling below the great upper curve of his fat man-eating gut. “God this fatty makes a good belly. I’ve never been this full! Thanks for the snack bro,”

Simon grinned as he thrust his own hips, bed creaking as the two brothers humped and thrusted, fat cocks out and enormous, stretched vore bellies wobbling in time with their exertions, sweat pooling over both predatory brothers as they fully indulged in the pleasure of their vore-states, every part of their bodies sensitive and primed for pleasure as their bellies got to work feasting on living man-meals that had swollen their guts enormously and temporarily sated their appetites so wonderfully. 

“Had no idea you were a pred bro,” Simon said after a belly-wobbling belch. Brad grinned with all his teeth. “Me neither. Figured you were gonna wind up in here,” he said, caressing his bloated big belly. A moan emerged from Brad’s lightly tufted belly button, and Brad grinned and reached down with both hands to stretch his belly button and wiggle it like it was a mouth. “Oh no I’m Matt and I’m a belly cause I’m such a fatty,” Brad said mocking his meal inside his enormous belly. “And I taste fucking good cause my belly was so big and now I’m just a belly cause I was made to be food for a jock and now I’m being digested into pudge and protein cause all I’m fit for is being a fat belly filler.” 

Simon was awed, and cum dribbled out of his fat cockhead at the sight - and he slapped his own moving, digesting belly with satisfaction. He sighed – “Mitch is in his own ultimate hotbox right now,” Simon drooled, rubbing his belly and fingering his own belly button in time with his thrusting hips and erect cock. “I can feel every inch of him in me and it’s where he belongs - to my belly. My belly’s claimed him as food and now I’m getting like secondary high cause he was so baked, baked like food which is what he is.” He belched and wobbled his big round bare belly with both hands. “Belly food.” 

Both brothers were now drooling, pre-cum dripping, belly gurgling, constantly wobbling and thrusting and belching as they began to process their food - their former friends, now massive distended bellies wobbling on top of the two mostly naked step-brothers, big belly-buttons wiggling and moving in time with the wobble of the fat, stretched vore-guts. In between belches and over the sounds of moaning and gurgling and bloating from their fat bare bellies, they compared and complemented the meat in their stomachs, the taste and size and fullness and satiation each guy had brought to their belly, and the different shapes they’d made inside their fat voracious guts. 

Eventually, one thrust too many caused Brad’s fat balls to send load after load of cum shooting through his twitching fat cock, causing him to let out a mighty belch at the same time, stilling his meal of Matt for good, turning him into pure, smooth, fat belly. The sight of his sweaty tanned, big pecced step brother fully digest a guy and shoot his load blasting up the lower curve of his belly and spill into his deep, stretched belly button caused Simon to also explode with jet after jet of hot sticky cum, landing on the middle of his belly to dribble in sticky droplets into his yawning belly button. Simon let out a massively satisfied belch - ejecting the last of the air inside his balloon like vore-belly - and turning Mitch into his true purpose - pure food and belly-filling for Simon’s triumphant bloated pred-belly. 

Sweaty and exhausted the two step-brothers flopped back on the ruined bed, bellies jiggling and noisily digesting the guys inside them. Simon, dark hair plastered to his face, nerdily cute, gave Brad, whose tanned belly was stretched with Matt-meat and whose big round pecs were heaving with exertion, a grin. Brad grinned back - and went one better. He struggled to his knees, distended vore belly sloping from below his pair of fat muscled pecs, and swinging wildly - and pulled Simon to his knees too so they stood facing each other. Brad then sucked in his mighty bloated vore belly - and pushed it out so it slapped into Simon’s own big vore belly and flesh touched flesh, sticking together with sweat before both vore bellies detached with an audible fleshy pop. A belly high five between two triumphant preds who’d just sated their massive appetites with belly-expanding meals of living men - formerly friends, now just meat digesting inside their predatory stomachs. 

“Fuck bro, and to think I thought you were just future pudge,” Brad said, laughing as the two clasped shoulder to shoulder and big belly to big belly, belly buttons basically kissing as they faced each other, already getting hard again. “I thought I was the only one who could do this” Simon said, indicating his vore belly. “Never been happier to be wrong.”

“Matt and Mitch might disagree,” Brad said, tracing a finger around his stretched gaping belly button. Simon grinned and belched in Brad’s face so he could smell the aroma of his former friend, now a big lump filling out his brother’s distended belly. “Fraid Mitch won’t be saying much anymore,” Simon said lovingly stroking his belly of former-jock. “Race you to digest fastest?” Brad smiled and gave his brother’s belly a drumming with his palms, causing Simon to belch again. “You’re on. Let’s see who looks best as just bellyfat.”

And, exhausted, they flopped bellies wobbling back onto the bed, and almost immediately into a deep sleep while their grumbling exposed guts noisily converted their contents of former friends into pure bellyfat. 

They woke the next morning, bellies significantly diminished. Matt was now an almost spherical ball of gut protruding (and three times the size of one of Brad’s pair of pecs) below Brad’s firm, muscled chest. Mitch was a pear shaped sack of gut hanging from below Simon’s slim chest, big belly button in the centre of the droopy belly that he’d turned his brother’s friend into. The brothers high fived their bellies once again, and began to jack off now they could reach their horny loins, describing the feelings of the guys inside them and gazing at their own post-vore bellies that had been people, and each other’s - their former friends now just wobbling belly fat, disproportionate to the rest of their brother’s body. 

As they both climaxed, cum pooling into their deep yawning belly buttons, Brad gave Simon a satisfied grin, and poked him in the belly button, coating his finger in his step-brother’s hot seed. He then reached down and wobbled the belly that was all that remained of Matt.

“Any more nerds for me?” Brad asked. “This one whose name I’ve already forgotten has given me a whole new appreciation for geeks.”

“Well Mitch here,” Simon said rubbing his hanging sack of Mitch-pudge. “Has taught me to appreciate the finer qualities of the jock.”

Brad laughed and pushed out his fat post-vore pot-belly. “Man we are gonna have to get through all our friends. Yours for my belly, mine for yours. Could make it a race.” He said, eyeing Simon’s sack of Mitch-gut with arousal. 

“What’s the winner get,” Simon asked, already knowing the answer. 

Brad grinned and pushed their bellies together again so they could feel the gurgles and shifting as their post-vore tums digested and their bellies got a feel for each other. “The best goddamn meal of your life,” he said as both their bellies began to grumble in anticipation.

[fakecrfan]

Hi just want to say your story about the superhero was incredible. It broke my heart and I loved it

AN ASK ABOUT AN ORIGINAL THING I WROTE? 🥺

I wrote two superhero stories but only one has been getting likes in my activity feed recently so I think you mean my construction superhero short story. (checks the post) oh uh wow that’s getting more traction than I realized. Shit. So that’s why a bunch of people followed me recently.

Anyway, I don’t know if you are still watching my blog anon but since you liked my story have another snippet I whipped up just for you.

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Excerpt from an interview with prisoner #4598, also known by the code names “Constructor,” “Destructor,” and “the Architect.” Transcript incomplete due to being salvaged after the attack on the prison records. Interview conducted by Mitchell Newman.

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MN: Okay, well, since our memory experts can’t see anything in your head but muck and have established we’re not going to get any information out of you, anyway…

4598: Lethe is very good at memory stuff.

MN: Right, yes, of course she is. So since you’ve forgotten all useful information and I have to visit you at least for two hours a week just so this doesn’t count as solitary confinement--

4598: Could I talk to Sandy?

MN: Ms. White hasn’t asked to speak to you.

4598: Right.

MN: Anyway as I was saying, since I have to be here anyway why don’t you just tell me about yourself? Give me the whole manifesto.

4598: (no answer).

MN: Right. Well. Let me just continue then and you can answer if you feel like it. Sound good? Good. So, here is my question. What do you think about what people call you now? The first time you got arrested, you didn’t escape for months. Why?

4598: (no answer)

MN: Everyone thought it was because you needed to know the makeup of the material in order to shape it. When you stayed put they thought they’d gotten you with their Akonite walls. But it turns out you never needed to know that and you were just… sitting in there anyway.

4598: Right.

MN: What stopped you from escaping?

4598: (no answer)

MN: Did you think that you’d be let out if you played along, since you had good PR then?

4598: No.

MN: Okay. Was it that you still believed in the justice of the system?

4598: No.

MN: Second thoughts about trying to stop the construction of that stadium?

4598: Uh, no.

MN: Alright then. Why?

4598: (no answer)

MN: Is it related to your apparently still-developing powerset? Are you hiding some ability or--

4598: Depression.

MN: What?

4598: I was depressed.

MN: Ah.

4598: Everyone I had looked up to wanted me in jail. I thought no one would agree with me, so there was no point.

MN: Right.

4598: Uh, that’s something Sandy taught me. It doesn’t really matter what powers you have. If you want to get things done--big things, like building cities--you need lots of people. The things I’ve done, rebuilding… It's always because people have helped me. Cleared away poisons so I could go in the area. Gave me materials. Helped me learn.

MN: And without those people, you decided you couldn’t do anything?

4598: Yeah.

MN: So what changed your mind and made you decide to enact the largest villain breakout in history?

4598: It…

MN: What’s that?

4598: I had to try. It wouldn’t be right to just give up immediately. I couldn’t do it alone so I decided to find people who could help.

MN: And those villains--many of them serial killers and terrorists--these people shared your altruistic goals?

4598: (no answer).

MN: Right, sorry. That was a bit blunt on my part. I just mean it must have been a difficult group to work with.

4598: Hm.

MN: You’re pretty famous for not killing anyone yourself, even now. I really believe you don’t want people to die if they don’t have to. How do you reconcile that with working with, oh, Inferno. You know, the one that burnt innocent congressmen alive?

4598: (no answer).

MN: Some of the villains who escaped that day went on to kill innocent people, even if the ones you became friends with didn’t. Do you have any regrets?

4598: ...Skinner killed three children before we caught him. Toxica got… one, but made 48 people very sick for a while. Um, the others--I counted it all up. The amount of people who died due to the actions of villains that escaped because of me was 28.

MN: So you--

4598: The attacks your heroes do on other countries have casualties that number in the hundreds. Thousands sometimes.

MN: We were tracking down a highly dangerous villain with a power that could--

4598: That could not do half of that damage. They never can. The serial killers and terrorists--they’re hideous people. But there has never been one with the power to do what American “heroes” do every year.

MN: That’s because we kill them first.

4598: And then there is the damage afterwards. The sickness. People who die in the rubble. People who have their entire homes destroyed only to be turned away as undesirables when they try to find a home somewhere else.

MN: That’s not equi--

4598: You asked me if I have regrets. Yeah, I do.

4598: I regret every single fucking base I built for all of you.

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The rest of the transcript is unsalvageable. Prisoner #4598 escaped shortly after, as containment measures on the subject once again failed. Future heroes are advised to use lethal force on sight, as containment has proven impossible and these transcripts indicate de-radicalization is unlikely.

[moonvenerer]

From Friends To Lovers

Diluc X Reader

Thought Id feed the Diluc Stans some fluff today

Word Count: 1238

“Where could he be?” You murmur to yourself, your voice barely audible in the sea of noise of the busy streets of Mondstadt. It was about midday and you’re sure you’ve scouted every corner within the city’s walls for your significant other.

The two of you have only just as recently as last night started seeing each other romantically-after being close friends for years.

‘Is he purposefully avoiding me? He made no mentioned of retiring to his manor today-usually he works at Angel Share today and especially by the bar at this hour’.

You let out an exaggerated sigh playing the the straw of your Berry & Mint Burst drink.

“No luck?” Charles, the bartender at Angel Share and a mutual friend of both you and Diluc questions lightly as he wipes down the bar table. You shake your head still mindlessly staring at the drink you have yet to drink. Watching the condensation drip down the slides of the clear glass. “I just don’t understand why he’s disappeared..without even uttering as much as a word since last night” you huff “did he regret becoming my lover overnight?” You look up to your friend hoping he’d reassure you. Charles shakes his head and let’s out a chuckle “we both know that this is not uncommon for Diluc to disappear unannounced-my bet is that he probably took it upon himself to handle some commission the Knights Of Favonius are struggling with” he then shrugs “you know just as much as I do how much he enjoys to prove how incompetent they are when it comes to getting a job done”.

You let out another sigh before finally taking a sip of your drink “I know but I guess I’m just on edge-maybe I was half-expecting something different sense our relationship has changed”. Charles laughs at your comment “what? That he’d be at your doorstep in the early morning to greet you with a bouquet of flowers? He’s never strucked me to be the that type of romantic” you puff out your cheeks in a small pout “...I don’t understand what’s so funny of entertaining that possibility of happening”.

“Possibility of what happening?”

Your eyes widen in excitement as you look up at Charles briefly flashing a smile knowing that you’d recognize that voice anywhere, you quickly turn around in you bar stool seat only to face your lover who was standing not too far away in front of you.

He had a brow raised, curious as to what the two of you were discussing before he had entered the tavern and interrupted.

“Took you long enough to show-I was beginning to worry if she continued to sigh anymore at the table that it’ll start to dip in” you turn your head back to Charles only to scrunch your nose at him in disapproval of his poor joke, it only made him laugh.

You bring your attention back to Diluc, looking up at him and his beautiful hair that matched his warm reddish brown eyes. “I was just wondering where you were all morning is all” you answer as causally as possible, not wanting to disclose your cringe worthy expectations of romantic gestures to him just yet. Your partner looks unconvinced of your answer but drops it by slowly nodding then responds “I was on my way to fetch a couple of records that I left back at Dawn Winery and on my way back here but my travel was interrupted by a gang of hilichurls who were blocking the roads”. You looks him up and down, studying his physic to be sure he wasn’t hurt, the expression of worry easily paints your face. “I’m fine-you know I’m more than capable of handing hilichurls of all things” he gives you a reassuring smile which catches you off guard and causing you to blush and smile in return-Diluc rarely smiles in the presence of others. “Hold on! I think I need a bucket because I’m going to be sick” Charles quips from behind you and you roll your eyes. Diluc returns to his typical poker face, his eyes still holding its glimmer of a smile though. “Were you looking for me all morning? Apologies for making you wait if that’s the case—is there anything you needed?” He genuinely did look apologetic and it causes you to quickly shake your head to rid of any guilt he may begin to develop “no” you says quietly, standing up from the bar stool and looking to the side unable to stare directly at him anymore feeling a bit flustered with what you’re about to say “I don’t need a reason to want to see my lover, do I?” You say shyly, fidgeting a bit where you stand. You half-expected to hear another witty remark from Charles but luckily he got preoccupied with a customer. Diluc didn’t even bat a eye, seeming completely unaffected by your endearing statement-you almost felt idiotic for acting like a middle school-er with their crush. Just as you were about to make a joke to save yourself any further embarrassment he grabs your wrist gently. “Charles, [Y/N] and I will be back tomorrow-be sure to close up shop properly” he announces as he drags you behind him out the door. You stay quite, caught off guard by his swift action and most of your attention was towards keeping up with his fast pace as he continued to drag you. It was only until the two of you were a couple of miles away from Mondstadt’s main gates do you stop walking-forcing him to stop as well “Diluc what’s wrong? Where are we going?” He looks around to make sure that the two of you were alone, which you were, before pulling you into his embrace. You eyes widen as your cheeks burn red, slowly returning the embrace by warping your arms around him. “You’re going to be the death of me [Y/N]” he murmurs into your hair. You furrow your brows a bit confused by his statement, pulling back slightly to look up at him “what do you mean?” You question softly, he chuckles and responds “I mean you’re too endearing, I’ve never heard such a sweet line be delivered so adorably” you puff out your cheeks a little recognizing that Diluc is just teasing you in his own way now. “It’s true though! I even anticipated seeing you all morning since last night” you say as a matter of fact-trying to repress how much more flustered you’ve become, he simply hums and ruffles your hair a bit “why’s that? You couldn’t wait to receive the affection I didn’t indulge you in during our years of friendship?” He raises a brow at you now smirking. You step back a little and away from his embrace only to lightly smack his right arm “oh shut up you” you then huff and fold your arms “and too think I was going to expect mm—” your interrupted by the sensation of his soft lips against yours. Your mind goes completely blank for a moment, you only realize you’ve been holding your breath when your lips part and you gasp for air. “Come on, let’s go, we shouldn’t waste anymore of the day” he takes your hand this time and drags you along behind him “hey! You never answered me earlier! Where are we going?” You tried to hide your embarrassment. He looks behind, down at you as he walks

“We’re going on our first date of course”.