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Sleep Deprivation

CW: slave whump, lady whump, sleep deprivation, hallucinations, bucket of cold water, electrocution but ~*magic*~, evil lesbians

Tag list: @killtheprotagonist @appy-polly-loggies

@whumptober2020 day 23, a continuation of this piece

Characters: Allura, Zethrid, Ezor, Acxa

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Ezor and Zethrid decide to play a game. It’s called “how long can we keep Allura awake”

Allura was not fond of solitary confinement, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she did prefer it to the presence of Ezor and Zethrid. She’d been forced to stew, alone, in the state of her new existence for quintents, water and the blandest paste she’d ever eaten delivered by a single, off-model sentry. Well, not exactly off-model. Perhaps just outdated. Allura had had plenty of time to contemplate the mark on the back of her unblemished neck, what it meant for her, what exactly she’d be going up against now, with a layer of free will stripped utterly from her.

An uphill battle, she knew it would be. To keep a hold of herself, to not lose her will or her spite. She would need to be careful to keep herself sharp, resilient, tougher than Galran claws. She was not too proud to admit that that would be easier done with the presence of her friends nearby, but she would only admit such to herself. As far as the pair of hooligans who’d just walked through the door were concerned, Allura was untouched and unmoved by any loneliness.

“I suppose you’re here for more fun?” she asked the grinning jackals, displaying no dismay at the fact that they were very obviously not there to reunite her with her companions.

“Aww,” Ezor crooned, eyes going half lidded in her toothy grin, “You know us so well already.”

“More that I know your type.”

“So fiery,” Zethrid chuckled. “Kneel, slave.”

Allura refused. The brand lit up in blinding pain, jolting through her whole body worse than the time she’d been electrocuted as an overzealous teen. It stopped the moment she moved to fall to her knees, rewarding her intent and punishing her disobedience.

She snarled, but did not rise.

“Ohhhh we’re having fun alright,” Zethrid said, voice pitched low and a fist raised in front of her to crack the knuckles.

Allura rocked back, rising to sit on her heels and stare trepidatiously at the towering woman.

“Return me to my companions,” she demanded, trying to sound commanding despite how scared she felt. “If we’re all marked, there is no reason to keep us apart any longer.”

“Sure there is,” Zethrid said easily, sinisterly.

Pain, of the regular sort, took Allura by surprise as she was yanked sideways by her hair. She lashed out at the source, only for her slave brand to light up in agony. She cried out, body jerking and spasming uncontrollably, and caught herself on her hands when it stopped, breathing hard.

They were laughing.

Ezor slipped back into the visible spectrum, Allura chagrined to realize she hadn’t even noticed Ezor leave her field of vision in the first place, too focused on Zethrid’s intimidating frame. Ezor bounced down to sit on her haunches, tail flicking for balance, and propped her chin in her palm.

“I wouldn’t do that~” she sing-songed, “Trying to hit one of your new owners is a big no-no little princess.”

Allura spat on the floor at her feet, instinctively twitching as Zethrid closed in.

“And you’re not seeing your friends for a while yet, little girlie,” Zethrid informed in her gravelly voice, a note of displeasure raising animal fear in Allura. “Turns out they’re almost as much of a power suck as you are.”

“Lots of magic all stored up in their cute human bodies, no way for them to voluntarily access it.” As though to brag, Ezor punctuated her statement by turning invisible again.

Zethrid’s massive hand closed around Allura’s upper arm and she moved to slap it off, only to writhe in pain as the curse seared through her again.

“You know, I don’t think she’s actually all that clever,” Zethrid remarked, Allura dangling from her grip like she weighed nothing. She swallowed hard and got her feet under her, Zethrid’s right hand coming to grip her right arm, the hands a heavy presence even through her armor.

“Yeah,” Ezor agreed in her mockingly “contemplative” tone, “You’d think someone smart would know better than to do the same stupid thing over and over.” Allura jerked back as Ezor became visible again, her face right there close to Allura’s. Only barely did she manage to tamp down on the urge to take a swing.

She growled instead, baring her blunt teeth, her hair straggling across her face. It burned that they were right. She either let them get a rise out of her and suffered the mark’s pain, or she played along and gave them what they wanted. Ezor pouted at Allura’s lack of outburst, but her smile came back quickly.

“Aww, tired already princess?” Ezor cooed, caressing Allura’s face with just the pointed tip of a claw, then tucking a lock of hair behind Allura’s ear. She shook her head, but since no harm was intended against Ezor, her brand stayed idle.

Behind her Zethrid rumbled. It was not a good sound. “Betcha the two of us could give you something to be tired about.”

Ezor’s ears twitched, bright eyes flicking up to her (friend? Lover? Mate? Allura didn’t know) companion with devious glee.

“Allura,” Ezor said, “we order you not to fall asleep.”

Allura’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “That’s an impossible demand!”

“But you’ll do it~”

“You don’t have any choice,” Zethrid purred in her ear. “You have to do what we tell you.”

“Perks of owning you.” Ezor gave Allura’s cheek a little pinch and shook it slightly. “You obey or it’ll hurt.” Allura resisted the urge to bite.

Allura saw a lightbulb go off in Ezor’s head. She did not want to see a lightbulb go off in Ezor’s head. They’d had plenty enough ideas wi--

“I order you to punch me in the shoulder.”

Oh fuck her!

If Allura was going to get tormented by her slave brand either way, she’d do it swinging. But when Zethrid released her arm and she took the punch, no pain lit up anywhere except her knuckles when they made contact.

Rather than getting upset about this, the sadistic monsters shared a delighted look.

“Oh, we’re gonna use her to fuck around with Acxa so bad,” Zethrid said, sounding like a kid who’d just been given a hammer they absolutely should not have.

“Wait wait wait, okay, now you order her to punch me.”

“No, you got punched last time.”

“Okay, Allura, punch Zethrid in the abs.”

Allura was not a doll dancing for their enjoyment! But her hesitation earned her nothing more than a surge of agony, so she curled a fist and punched as hard as she could. That definitely hurt her knuckles.

“One, I barely felt that, two:” Zethrid and Ezor clapped hands and chorused, “HELL yeah!”

Allura tried to take another swing, this time at Zethrid’s eye, but the pain lit up and she collapsed from it, gasping as laughter erupted over her.

“Ohhhhh, have fun pretty princess!”

“We’ll see you next time we’re bored.”

“No, please! I need to sleep eventually!” Allura gasped, ashamed of her desperation but they couldn’t do this to her!

“Sure you do~” Ezor agreed, the two of them moving towards the door and Ezor casting a look over her shoulder.

“Eventually,” Zethrid agreed, and left.

At first, it wasn’t all that bad. She was tired, but she’d had worse.

Then she got really tired.

It was impossible to judge time here. The sentries that brought her food seemed to follow a schedule, but she was fairly certain that sometimes, one of them would go missing, leaving an elongated gap.

She blamed those sadists.

She was just resting her eyes. She was laying down because her body felt like lead, and her eyes were closed because she was exhausted, but she wasn’t going to fall asleep, she wasn’t, she--

“AAA!” she cried, jolted back awake by the brand. She gasped, breathing, and tried to lift herself up, upright would help her stay awake, but she was too tired, she couldn’t. She laid back down, determined and resolute.

She lost count of how many times she’d been reawoken in agony around seven. It had to be at least double that though. Maybe triple. When did hallucinations set in again? Three days?

Her mother was in the room with her. She was petting Allura’s hair, singing the old lullaby she always sang when it was storming outside and Allura was frightened by the noise. She left every time the brand activated, but she always came back, always petting, always singing.

Allura didn’t hear the door open, but she did feel the ice water splash over her, jolting her back awake so sharp and sudden for a second, she mistook it for the now-familiar brand. She gasped, water trickling over her mouth and nose, and tried to lift herself up on her elbows.

“Rise and shine pretty princess!” And oh, how she loathed Ezor’s voice.

“You’re not looking too great,” Zethrid remarked, smug, bastard. “You don’t smell too good either.”

“Yeah, she really should bathe more often,” Ezor agreed, lifting a bucket of her own and upending the contents over Allura, little pebbles of ice still floating about in her water. Allura flinched, a gasp catching in her throat.

“Please,” she rasped, her pride having left her many, many torrents of pain ago.

“Awwww, aren’t you cuuuute,” Ezor giggled, settling down on her haunches and dragging her claws through Allura’s hair. “You should keep--”

“What are you two doing in here?”

In a moment, Ezor had springed back up to her feet, and Zethrid’s ears were flared towards the door.

“Having some good old-fashioned fun,” Zethrid answered confidently, grinning at the figure in the doorway. “What are you doing in here?”

“A sentry reported seeing the two of you heading towards the holding cells carrying buckets. I think that should be obvious.”

“No fun!” Ezor complained, “Fun sucker!”

“Leave her alone! You know we’re not allowed to hurt any of them!” Allura flinched as the woman rapidly approached her, stalking directly between the two sadists. She almost expected one of them to lash out and take the woman’s head off as she passed, but they seemed to hold some small level of respect for the half-galra who now knelt in front of Allura, tilting her head towards the light gently. Acxa. Allura didn’t see her in the field much, only the once, but she recognized Lotor’s fourth general.

“And we haven’t! No bruises or cuts or poisoned guts anywhere on her.”

“So why does she look like this?” Acxa accused, Allura’s mind going a little wonky as her face was cradled by someone who was actively vouching for her safety and well-being. Acxa was nice. Safe. So much better than those two. She would let Allura sleep.

“Sleep,” Allura gasped, trying to lift a hand to Acxa’s wrist.

“Oh for fuck’s sake you two!”

Ezor and Zethrid did not seem even remotely cowed, grinning their jackal grins and shrugging carelessly.

“You have to admit, she looks good like this,” Zethrid commented, hungry eyes roaming over Allura’s feeble body. “Vulnerable. Lamb for the slaughter.”

“She does not and don’t say that. Both of you, get out.”

“Make us,” Ezor said, pouting out her lips and looking at Acxa with a lid-eyed challenge.

“No, no, Acxa’s a good girl remember?” Zethrid said, placing a massive hand on Ezor’s shoulder, covering it fully. “She’s a little fucking nark. We should do what she says.”

Ezor laughed, Zethrid joining in, but blessedly, blissfully, they did leave the room. Acxa waited for the door to close, then turned back to Allura.

“I’m so sorry for them, they weren’t supposed to do this. They weren’t supposed to talk to you until Narti finished branding all of you. This wasn’t meant to happen--you can sleep.”

“Thank you,” Allura gasped, and when her eyes slipped closed that time, her mark stayed dormant.

#whumptober2020 #no.23 #sleep deprivation #vld #voltron #allura #zethrid #ezor #acxa #writing #slave whump #lady whump #electrocution #but magic #hallucinations #bucket of cold water #mine

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another-jjba-headcannon-blog · 7 years ago

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would it be alright to request hcs of Josuke, Jotaro (part 3), and Okuyasu having their small s/o wear their jackets, or just their clothes in general??????

hhhhhHHHH THIS IS SO CUUUUTE-

Josuke-

- It’s a cold autumn night, and Josuke and s/o are just headed back from hanging out at Okuyasu’s house. Because Josuke is a gentleman (and a generally courteous person), he’s offered to walk s/o home and keep them company. While on their merry way back, a chilly, light rain picks up… Once he notices s/o shiver even the slightest, Josuke hands s/o his heavy school jacket out of worry they might get cold, he sticks his jacket on them and holds his arm around their shoulders to keep them extra warm. The two are giggling like maniacs as they break into a light jog to try and avoid the drizzle of rain that was quickly getting harder. Why did he wear a stupid tank top in the middle of freezing cold autumn oh God he was such an idiot. Not to mention this rain was totally going to ruin his hair, oh this was just GREAT- well, at least s/o is warm. He wasn’t gonna lie, their pink nose in the cold was pretty cute.

- Once they get back to s/o’s house, Josuke walks in and attempts to warm himself up before walking the rest of the way home. He pauses a moment and takes in the view of his small s/o in the large jacket. The sleeves were far too long and covered their hands, dwarfing them even more. The jacket, which usually hung down to his thighs, hung down to s/o’s knees. It was…incredibly adorable, he couldn’t resist blushing a little and breaking a smile. It never actually dawned on him how small his s/o actually was compared to him. “What are you smiling at?” He just shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on their forehead goodbye. He turns to open the door and…it’s pouring. Like, can barely see 2 feet in front of you pouring. He quickly shuts the door and whips around to face s/o. “So…uh…mind if I hang here for the night? Or at least until the rain stops!!”

- S/o really doesn’t want to give him his jacket back. Everything about it reminds them of Josuke, and it’s so WARM too! It’s nothing like getting a hug from the real Josuke, but it’s close. It even has a light scent of hairspray…speaking of hairspray, s/o heads up to their restroom, leaving Josuke in the living room huddled up in a bundle of blankets- nevermind what s/o was doing, he wanted them to get back down here so they could warm up- s/o comes tumbling down the stairs in his jacket and their hair jokingly styled in a terrible excuse for a hairstyle that wasn’t exactly a pompadour, but close. S/o had seen other kids around school opting for a style like this. “Josuke! Don’t I look great~?” “Hey! It looks cooler than your miserable excuse for a kewl hair style!” S/o quickly undoes their “miserable excuse for a kewl hair style” as the two start laughing at s/o’s antics as they plop down next to Josuke. Josuke snuggles up close to s/o in the blanket and the two fall asleep, s/o still wrapped up in the big fluffy jacket. Josuke can’t help but nuzzling his head into their hair, he probably wasn’t going to get his jacket back till early next morning…not that he really minds all that much.

Jotaro-

- Egypt was hot as hell, that’s all Jotaro really thought as he walked into the hotel room, his small s/o following behind him diligently. He hadn’t asked them to follow him around wherever he went, maybe that was just a perk of having a significant other. He was still pretty new to this “dating thing” and wasn’t sure how to go about having this small, adorable ball of…something giving him kisses and hugs.

“How’s that thing stay on your head?”

“What?”That’s how the conversation starts, about how his hat seemingly phases right into his hair. Jotaro shrugs off the weird question and replies with a grunt. It’s just a hat, nothing too complicated. “I mean…it just…looks like it’s permanently molded into your hair. How’d you get it to DO that?” They ask out of curiosity. Jotaro sighs, and upon realizing s/o wouldn’t stop asking about it until they got an answer. He was trying not to snap at them to shut up, he quickly realized that he really shouldn’t snap at the person he was going out with. He flicked the cap off his head and held it in his hands. “See for yourself.” and plopped it down onto s/o’s head. He had intended to just stick it on their head and turn around, but something captivated his sight. The cap tilted slightly over their eyes, and they had to adjust it in order for it to sit on their head without falling, Surprisingly, it was pretty cute. Jotaro smiled for a second, before turning to look outside the heavy window. It suddenly clicks with s/o that they must be pretty special, he never lets anyone touch his hat.

- Even with the fan on, the sun was still burning and bright outside the window. It gets to a point where Jotaro shucks off his jacket, It lands with a heavy thud right next to s/o. “Can I put this thing on??” s/o asks, Jotaro turns back to them in confusion. First of all, it was blazing hot outside, at least 80 or 90 degrees, are they cold? Second of all, why? He really didn’t understand them at all. Giving off his signature Yare Yare, he waves his hand dismissively. “Fine, I’m not using it right now.” He closes his eyes and tries to get a moment of rest. They had arrived in the town not too long ago and would soon be heading off yet again, it was rare he got a moment to just sit back and relax.

He’s about to drift off when a sleeve paps his face. Jotaro furrows his brow and very annoyed, he opens his eyes to see s/o in the waaaay too large jacket for them. S/o apologized for the accidental sleeve in the face, they had been trying to roll them up to use their hands. They were practically swimming in the comically large black coat. It hadn’t occurred to him how…tiny they were compared to him. Sure, he was exceptionally tall himself, but the gigantic ebony jacket seemed to make them smaller and cuter than usual. there was something about their laughter as they tried to keep the chain attached to the collar out of their face really endearing. It made him feel incredibly relaxed to be around them and their goofiness.

- S/o sits down next to Jotaro and pokes his bare arm. “Check this out.” They pull out an unlit cigarette from the pocket of the jacket, and while still clad in the hat and coat, put on the most cartoonishly menacing glare they possibly can. “I’m Jotaro Kujo and everyone’s dumb except for me. Yare Yare Daze” Jotaro chuckles and asks if that was supposed to be him. If they were really trying they would have used a more vulgar word than “dumb” he pulls them into a tight hug and kisses their forehead.

“I love you, dummy.”

“I don’t understand you at all, you know? But I love you too.”

Okuyasu-

- Okuyasu and s/o are a lively couple, they’re both always in awe of things around them and never grow tired of each other’s company. They’re also constantly coming up with crazy and silly ideas to do with each other. For example, sledding down a hill in the middle of summer, trying to bake actual food in an easy bake oven, and other ideas that come purely out of curiosity. This, was one such idea. Surely, Okuyasu wouldn’t miss his school uniform for a couple hours would he? I mean, it’s a saturday and neither of them were in any extracurriculars. It’s not like he needed it, since it was just wadded up in the corner of his bedroom. Okuyasu is just chilling out during the weekend with them, when suddenly they goes missing. Okuyasu looks up from the couch and suddenly they’re just gone. Where did they even GO? He gets up and starts yelling for them. There’s a loud banging coming from the stairs and his room upstairs. Was it s/o? Or did that cat from his neighbors somehow get in again? Maybe it was his dad? He wasn’t sure, but he summons The Hand just to be sure and quietly walks up the stairs. Quietly…slowly…oh man, he was being super stealthy right now. S/o would be SO PROUD if they found out how careful he was being about this-!

“OKUYASU CHECK IT OUT”

Oku screams and falls backwards, almost tumbling down the stairs and just barely grabbing onto the handrail for support. S/o confusedly tries to help them up, and Okuyasu realizes he’s holding onto the sleeve of a uniform, his school uniform to be exact. S/o explains they thought it looked pretty comfy compared to their own, but his pants were still way too big. Why have 2 belts if they’re just going to sit awkwardly on your waist? He broke out into a huge grin and suddenly he was just fine. This was the cutest thing he’d seen all day. They’re just so…small! And Cute! And literally the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on. Did he mention cute?

- “Oh!! Here, try on this!!” s/o suddenly tosses him their own school jacket, Didn’t most couples borrow each other’s shirts anyway? This was like that, except trading a small jacket for a large one. Okuyasu, unwadding the jacket, accepts the challenge. S/o has to help him get it on his arms and oh dear please help him his arms are stuck behind his back and he’s scared if he tries to move them he’s going to rip their jacket. The two are laughing at how silly they must look to anyone other than them, not that they really mind. S/o is fumbling with the too long sleeves and tripping over the large pants too much to try and help much, Okuyasu is on his own in this endeavor to remove the school jacket of pain. It takes 5 minutes to get unraveled from each other’s clothes as they collapse in a giggling heap.

- Okuyasu gives s/o a tight hug and asks them why they put on their clothes in the first place. Their response is a simple “It looked warm.”

“Well…I can’t argue with that.” It’s a few moments of a quiet hug before he pipes up-

“Babe…can I…uh… have my jacket back? Not to be rude but, like, I’m kinda cold-”

I Tried ;v;b aaa I hope these are okay!! It was a really cute idea, I hope they’re not too dialogue heavy or confusing lol ^^

- Mod Fish

#sfw #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Diamond is Unbreakable #Jotaro Kujo #Stardust Crusaders #i think the oku ones are a little short sorry dude ;-; aaaaaa #Ocean Man

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