#She looks so pretty and innocent even when covered with the blood of her victims and like I get it

[murderedbyhomework]

陳都靈我求求你別再演反派角色了。單純小白花小白兔角色美顏 配 狠毒腹黑綠茶反派，只會讓我明白為什麼男生永遠都會着了綠茶的道。

姐姐求求你了，我的三觀要跟著你的五官走了woc。

[echantedtoon]

Unexpected

This was voted on a while back and it seemed a lot of people wanted this. So here it is. Yandere headcannons for the male Moons if you ran off with their child.

Warnings for pregnancy mentions, pregnancy mentions, cannibalism, death, and possible blood mentions. Hairou shooting himself in the head mentioned. DOUMA/Enmu/Karaku ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos.

ALL the relationships are healthy and consensual/mutual.

You hadn't realized that you had married a monster.

Your husband had always been so doting and attentive to your every need and despite his quirks and oddities, you never felt that you were in the least bit of danger. However you had no idea of the wolf under sheep's clothing. 

He was a selfish man.. There's no question about that. From the moment he saw you, he WANTED. ...no. HE NEEDED YOU! You were so kind. So innocent. So...so..

R A D I A N T. 

More addicting than even the fresh blood of a marechi. His first instinct was to just take you away and lock you up for himself but that seemed too cruel. He didn't want to taint your beautiful visage, at least not yet. He wanted to keep your beautiful eyes bright for as long as possible. So he took a route that was promising to be more long term. Dawning a human disguise and slipping into your daily life was easy as he's been watching her for so long. Even easier to eliminate any threats or rivals. So easy to charm his way into your sweet affections. After all you were an affectionate person and didn't seem to mind that he seemed to be slightly off for a human.

He loved it when you willingly hugged him. Kissed him. Embraced him and all his quirks. Laughed in his presence. Didn't trembled in fear or look on in disgust from his true nature. 

"I do."

Those were the two words that you spoke promising your life with him. Sealed together forever and all it took was him getting you a pretty ring and getting down on one knee for you to say yes.

It was perfect. 

Perhaps that's why he slipped up.

He became too comfortable. Got too used to his separate lives being intertwined yet separate that he allowed the mistake to happen. It wasn't out of the question for your husband to disappear for days or weeks on end for work. So you thought nothing about it. He always brought home money(he stole from his victims) and took care of you so there was no reason to think that he was anything but caring.  

So when you found out that you were expecting, you were over the moon. So you wanted to inform your husband as soon as possible! His reaction was expected. Shock. More shocked than a normal human man. You didn't think twice when you interrupted his 'quiet time' you usually never bothered him with. Calling out to him and announcing your arrival before he knew what was happening-

"I'm pre-"

His body had frozen up. The door sliding open for the bloodshed on the other side to become revealed. Blood splattered amongst the floor and pooled around a cadaver long since dead in the middle of the room.

And the shocked face of the monster covered in blood staring back at her.

Red copper smelling liquid drenched all over his shocked face and upper torso from the meal interrupted. His eyes as wide as plates. The horrified shriek screeching out of the woman washed over him in horrified realization. The creature vaguely resembling the form of her husband slowly stood up. To do what, the woman wasn't sure. But instincts took over any rational thought as she turned and RAN. Ran like her life depended on it out of the house and into the daytime passing confused neighbors and surprised strangers looking up at the sudden woman shrieking and running like hell itself was biting at her heels. It was that day a horrible realization had been revealed to her shattering reality itself. 

Your husband had been a man eating demon this entire time.

You ended up running clear out of town until you couldn't run anymore and had to lean against a nearby tree gasping for air as your body shook from fear of the thing that you saw. You couldn't go back. Not now that you knew about the Truth of the matter at hand. In your panicked state, you figured that the best course of action was to travel a few towns over to stay with distant relatives. It had worked out for a few months. Despite the surprise reactions from your family at your sudden and scared arrival, they welcomed you into their home and let you stay with them as your pregnancy progressed. You were a mixed bag of emotions and fear despite the days and nights without a trace of your 'husband' in sight. 

Until one night your family decided to go out leaving you home alone with nothing to do but cozy up by the fire and try to forget about your problems. It wasn't until someone approached the door and your heard it right open did you turn with a smile expecting your family had come back, only to look on in horror as inhuman eyes fixated on you from the darkness.

The demon could only stare at you and the obvious round middle you now sported with the unexpected arrival of your newborn on the way within the next few months. 

KOKUSHIBO:

-This outcome was not what he expected.

-When you left him, he couldn't follow because it had been daylight but he knew he had to find you as soon as possible. It took him a little longer than he would've liked since he had no idea where your family was but he was just glad he tracked you down.

-However the fact that you were obviously pregnant gave him a rare expression of surprise. Until he took a look through the transparent world and knew exactly he was the father.

-"An unexpected surprise..but a welcome one none the less." He stepped inside as you coward away from the looming prescense coming for you. "Why are you attempting to flee? I'm afraid your attempts are quite fruitless."

DOUMA:

-He's incredibly surprised by the unexpected circumstances, but quickly everything is replaced by a wide smile of obsessive joy and happiness he's never felt before.

-This beloved and himself were going to have a child! The ultimate proof of their love for each other! Oh his nights filled by crying and sorrow the likes of which he never felt before were almost out of his mind now...Almost. He was still completely distraught and angry you had left him. No matter now. Everything was going to be ok now. He'd make sure of it.

-"Oh, Darling.~ There's no need to be so irrational. Everything's going to be alright now.~" Unusual relief flooded over himself as he picked up your crying body unable to escape his cold grasp. "These conditions are unsuitable to raise our baby, so let's just get you back home where they belong. Where YOU belong."

AKAZA:

-This man is shell shocked when he sees the state you're in. Immediately his overprotective and anxiety feelings take over right after the initial shock has worn off. Pregnant. His wife was pregnant? He was going to be a father!

-You looked so helpless and scared as he approached you. Danger screamed in his mind. You weren't safe here where another person or worse another demon or even a slayer could find you. His first instincts are to move you somewhere safe only he and a select few could reach. He also has an unexplainable need to care for you in your fragile state for some reason.

-"Shh. It's alright now." He attempting to calm you despite the failed pushes to get him to let go of you as he carries you away bridal style. "You're coming home where I know you'll be safe."

GYOKKO:

-(yes I know but I'll include him to be fair to the ones who do enjoy Gyokko content) He feels a wide mix of emotions. Shock, disgust, and anger being the top three. However this was an interesting opportunity presented before him. Mostly because you wouldn't easily be able to get away from him. He'd probably make the most of this situation later but for now he had a means to keep you in line.

-"You should've just remained in one place you know. I wasted valuable crafting time searching for you. No matter now." Your eyes went small as he pointed a pot at you. "Don't struggle. You'll only make this more difficult."

GYUTARO:

-There's an intense silence as you both stared at one another silently. You can't tell what he's thinking behind that stars. In all honesty it looks like he's both blue screening in shock and trying not to lash out from anger. In the end all he can do is look at you with a hurt expression you've never seen before.

-"Why?" Why? Why what? Neither of you were sure. But you didn't say anything as he just walked in to lean over you with an expression trembling. Fangs gritted in a scowl. "I thought you accepted me by now. Clearly I was wrong..It doesn't matter now. You're coming back with me. BOTH of you! And I'll make sure you don't leave me again."

KAIGAKU:

-In all honesty his reaction to this is a strong mix of Gyutaro's and Gyokko's.

-Rage, shock, disgust, etc. but the biggest key difference between him and the tao others is the panic he feels. He's absolutely NOT prepared for parenthood! He's panicking hard. He's never had parents! The closest thing to a parent he's ever had was Gyomei and we know how that turned out..

-In the middle of his panicking he notices you slowly trying to inch away which causes him to growl and jump you inhumanly fast. Grabbing you by the arms and dragging you towards the door.

-He'll figure out what to do later right now his number one priority was getting you back. "Stop resisting! You're only fucking making it harder for everyone involved!"

HAIROU:

-He's incredibly panicked. He's panicking he's panicking he's panicking- He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to do! What does he do?! He's just overwhelmed by everything and he does something that you've never seen him do before as he disguised himself as a human.

-When Hairou shoots himself in the head you shriek out thinking the demon had just ended himself right in front of you. Causing you to feel sick and weak before passing out in the chair you sat him as he regenerated with a still panicked but mich clearer and focused mind.

-He just decided to gently pick you up,being sure to cradle your unconscious body safely, and bring you back. He'd figure out what to do about the obvious later when he could clearly talk to you, for now he was just going to solve one problem at a time.

ENMU:

-Eerily, horribly calm. As if he absolutely expected or knew this exact outcome would happen. Although it doesn't stop him from humming as he looks you over with a calculating eye.

-"Oh my. Now isn't this just a perfectly pleasant little surprise?~" He giggles to himself as he walks forward with a giddy step to his walk and a large smile plastered on his face as he stops in front of you and daring to give your obviously swollen stomach a few pats. "Now, now. Don't look at me like that. You know what they say? First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes out little hell spawn.~"

KYOGAI:

-You weren't sure how he found you so far away from his mansion but there the large demon was lumbering in the doorway staring at you in complete shock and awe. Before slowly those red eyes shifted from your stomach to your scared face.

-The silence was deafening as he just looked on. Until he slowly steps inside the home, walking over to you and just gently settling down onto his knees. You're shocked when he just wraps his arms around you silently and burries his face into your shoulder in seeking comfort. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I can't live without you, and I can't leave you."

HANTENGU(+CLONES minus Zohakutan):

HANTENGU:

-(I left this ambiguous so you can take them all together or separate.) He's left trembling and shaking the whole way over to your form. You trembled where you sat arguably more than the demon who crawled his way over claiming that it wasn't his fault that you left him and couldn't believe that you actually ran away from him. No. No. It was obvious it was those slayers and rotten family who took you away from him. It's ok. You both were together now.

SEKIDO:

-definition of pissed off. The shock he had been initially feeling when he saw the obvious pregnancy had quickly made way for anger as he stormed up to you and firmly (but gently with barely restrained strength) caught your arms up in his. "How dare you!? How fucking dare you take out child from me?! You're never going out of my sights again!"

KARAKU:

-At first he feels faint. Has to lean on the door frame for a good few minutes as he continued staring at you. Then your stomach. Then you. Then your stomach. Over and over again as his brain processes the fact that you were obviously pregnant. He's quiet for a long, LONG moment before smirking at you. "Wow. Did I do that? I must've since-" He ends up barely dodging a book you chuckled at his head.

UROGI:

-Similarly to Karaku he freezes up completely looking between your face and stomach. Frozen smile on his face as he looks like he's short circuiting. Until his wings fluff up with the turkey squawk sounds of delight. You're quickly caught up into clawed arms with a shriek meanwhile this man is over the moon finding out he's gonna be father. Can't even form a single sentence. Only happy bird noises and laughs at your failed attempts to get away from him.

AIZETSU:

-He's quite calm. Surprised obviously but calm. Looking over your body as he approaches you and calmly sitting down to stare more at you. "It's mine right?" He asks finally breaking the silence. Your face tells him the answer. He's overcome with anxiety and sadness that you'd take your baby away from him. Was he not good enough? Did you really not want him anymore? "I'm not leaving my baby. It's sad you never trusted me, but I won't let you just take them from me."

URAMI:

-Very much like Sekido's reaction. He's very much angry and very much so done with this. So even as you cry, kicking and screaming he only plucks you up bridal style into his arms and turning around to take you back where you belonged.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

For your main boys. As they're coming back from a grocery trip, they find Frisk/Chara lying unconscious in an alley, looking like they got beaten up. When the kid wakes up, they shakily explain they got dragged their by antimonsters that wanted to make them pay for freeing the monsters.

Undertale Sans - His soul sank when he noticed the kid was way too familiar. Sans runs to them and is slightly relieved when he notices they are alive. He picks them up and teleports them to the hospital. He waits with them in the exam room, so panicked he completely forgot to warn his brother and Toriel. He's so relieved when they wake up. The doctors said they're in a bad state, but that they're going to be fine. While the kid rest, Sans realizes it's really late and that Toriel might be freaking out by now, so he calls her to explain the situation, which... Well, freaks her out even more actually, but at least he warned her. Sans doesn't leave before she comes and thanks him for watching over them once again. Toriel is actually going to find him asleep next to Frisk a lot the next few days. He just cares too much.

Undertale Papyrus - He just saw a bunch of men covered in blood leave an alley and he got a bad feeling. When he saw it's not just some innocent victim but Frisk, he freaks out. Luckily he's there before they lose consciousness, trying to comfort them and keep them awake while the ambulance arrive. Papyrus stays with them the whole time and calls Toriel, Sans and Undyne on the way to the hospital. They are already here by the time they arrive. Papyrus didn't realize he was shaking before Undyne noticed it, but he gets better with his friends' support. He tells Undyne all he knows about the guys he pretty sure did that, and she arrests them in no time. Papyrus is just relieved Frisk is fine in the end. He doesn't want to know what would have happened if he hadn't noticed something was wrong with these men.

Underswap Sans - He hesitates for a moment, then feels ashamed he even hesitated. He's a police officer, he's not supposed to have preferences for victims, even though this victim is far from innocent. He drives them to the hospital, and as soon they wake up, he asks coldly what happened. As soon as Chara tries to talk with him more, he leaves. He doesn't want to hear it. He's still mad for what happened Underground and he wants them to know they're only fine because he is a good police officer. Contrary to them, Blue didn't forget what they did.

Underswap Papyrus - Even if a part of him is calling that a payback, Honey can't give up on them. He cares for Asgore, and knows the kid is important to him. He could never understand their choice to keep them, even after Honey told them the hell the child put them all for many resets, even showing him the book where he wrote down everything and that he passed from reset to reset to his other selves. He can't forgive them, but that doesn't mean he can leave them to die. He brings them to the hospital and even stay with them until they wake up. He stays cold at first, but seeing them in so much pain, he can't help but feel empathetic after a few hours. He ends up chatting with them like none of what happened Underground existed, and he feels guilty for being so weak once he gets home after Asgore arrives. He's scared he gave Asgore false hope that he might have forgiven Chara for what happened.

Underfell Sans - His first thought is honestly that Toriel is so going to kill him. The second is that, actually, he didn't do anything wrong so what the hell would Toriel kill him for. Then he finally realizes Frisk is still on the floor and that it's five minutes he's just staring. Red quickly teleports the kid back home and bandages them the best he can, trying to cover up the damages. He doesn't take them to the hospital as he doesn't trust the humans. He may maybe terrible with healing magic, but he's still more trustworthy than some random humans. He tries to hide that for as long as he can to Toriel too, but eventually, she finds out and she's... not happy with how he dealt with the situation. But Red did his best and the kid is still alive so that's fine, right? They could have died you know. For sure, Toriel didn't need to hear that and now he's running for his life, chased by angry fireballs. Maybe it's best he doesn't show up for a little while lol.

Underfell Papyrus - He's MAD. Not at Frisk, at himself. Since they're on the Surface, Edge swore to protect Frisk during their ambassador's duty. He saw the kid in the morning and they were fine, and now they're almost dead. That's a huge failure as a guardian and he can't help but blame himself for this. He runs to the hospital with Frisk in his hands, and once he's sure they're going to recover from this, he goes to hunt down whoever did this. They better hide because as soon as Edge finds them, they're dead. Once he's done, he doesn't leave Frisk's side the whole time they need to recover fully from this. He struggles to let them go even after this.

Horrortale Sans - Of course, it had to be him who found them. Oak thinks that's a sick joke of fate or something. He doesn't want to do anything with Frisk, but he's still too nice to let them die like this. He drops them to the hospital, refuses to give his name, and abandons them. Frisk feels bad when they learn a small skeleton saved their life... Once again...

Horrortale Papyrus - His soul sank when he understood who is unconscious in front of him. Willow got resentful at Frisk at some point, but not anymore. Anyway, he's pretty sure the kid, who is not a kid anymore actually, doesn't remember him. He already lost Undyne by refusing to help someone he feels angry at, he's not doing that again. He calls an ambulance, and even follows Frisk to the hospital, to make sure they are ok. Once Frisk is awake, Willow gives them his phone number if they want him to witness if they ever find who did this, and shyly wish them to recover before leaving. Frisk is too shocked to say anything, simply staring at him like they see a ghost.

Swapfell Sans - Well, well, well. If it isn't karma coming back to haunt you. Chara is still awake when he arrives, and they already know he's not going to help, still begging him, just in case. It's no use. Nox is done with them, he hates them with all he has. His only act of mercy is to throw a bone through their heart to end them. Not that it matters. Like the Underswap brothers, he knows resets are a thing thanks to some old files he saw on an old computer, and he knows the kid murdered them all several times. They're just going to reset, who cares. But they'll reset knowing he killed them, which is satisfying enough for him. He goes home not feeling an ounce of guilt.

Swapfell Papyrus - Chara begs him to do something, crawling on the floor. Rus smirks, takes a picture, waves them goodbye and leaves. Like hell he's helping his tormentor. He didn't forget what he saw on that screen either. You got into that mess, then finds a way out of it by yourself.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Hum... The temptation. He could save them... But he could take them as a hostage too to blackmail Toriel which is very tempting right now. He needs them alive anyway to become a hostage so he brings them back home. He can't wait to see Toriel freak out when she will realize where is their precious baby human child. Oh, he's not going to do anything to them, he actually likes them, but they don't need to know they're getting used to blackmail Toriel either.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's freaking out. Coffee really likes the kid, so seeing them just lying still like this... He really thought they were dead. So yeah, in the panic, he called Toriel and Asgore that Chara was dead. Then he checked if they were breathing. ... Oh. Chara is actually not even that hurt, they got knocked out but that's all. Coffee feels so ashamed he scared the King and Queen for nothing he picks Chara and teleports straight to his closet before they arrive. Now he's freaking out at home, wondering how the hell he's going to get out of this mess. How the hell could he mess up such an easy task?!

[maxislvt]

Hear me outDark!Natasha with a Fem!reader who is similar to Muerte/death from puss in boots 2, like they're both unhinged mf who is gonna kill anyone in sight and after they're done w the murder and all that, they just cuddle or fuck.

Reader likes to call her victims with a bone chilling whistle, the victim has no time to react as natasha kills them.

The rest is up to you bc I'm out of ideas 😭😭😭

(Also, smh, both of my hyperfixations managed to clash into one another, so yeah.)

warnings: dark themes, murder, skin carving, breid mention of blood play, violence, brief smut (like really brief)

(I've only seen bits and pieces of the new puss in boots so if this isn't what you had in mind I'm sorry)

Natasha started killing long before she met you and I imagine she'd even keep it a secret for a bit once you two start dating. You have your own secret murder interest so for the first few months of your relationship one of you will be gone at night for hours and come home in different clothes and suspiciously clean but the other won't ask any questions.

Of course, leaving out for hours at night and showing up in new clothes doesn't sound like something a faithful partner will do. But since both of you are insanely obsessed with each other, the solution is to kill whoever is taking away your beloved. So for a while both of you are unknowingly stalking the others serial killer personas

Nat, being way more experienced than you, catches you in the middle of dismembering some random person you thought Natasha was cheating on you with. Natasha is very upset. Not because being a murderer ruins that innocent little sunshine™ view she had of you — if anything your inexperience just furthers that idea in a sick way — it's because you've gotten blood all over yourself and you're doing so much heavy lifting and you're just too small and adorable to be doing all of that !!!

You're very confused when she steps right over the dead body and immediately starts trying to clean you up. Natasha goes on this long rant about how you're too pretty to be getting your hands dirty and if you needed someone dead you should've just asked because she would've happily killed someone for you. That being said, she's undeniably aroused. It ends with you two forgetting to dispose of the body and just making out in the bathroom of the guy murdered.

It takes you a long while to perfect your whistle, so you get stuck with a little toy whistle you'd win at an arcade. It's bright red and you hate it, but Nat thinks it's the cutest thing ever. After a few weeks, you do get to do your fancy little whistle and it's undeniably creepy. Sometimes you get bored and do it in broad daylight just to watch people get antsy and nervous.

Natasha is usually the one that gets off track during your little murder escapades. She's well trained and confident in her skills, she deserves to get a little handsy at times. Seeing you exhausted and covered in blood always gets her going and she can't help but ravage you.

Occasionally, you two will have to go into hiding. This usually involves tricking some idiot into taking you in for a night or two, Natasha breaking in hours later and killing them, and you two getting to play house with someone else money and groceries. It softens the two of you up a lot. You're all domestic and snuggly before finding a new town and new victim.

Despite all the murder and blood, I feel like the sex would be more of the vanilla side. Natasha prefers to coddle and spoil you during sex. If things get really rough or kinky, it's only because you asked for it. The only thing she does on her own will is carve her name into your skin but she lets you carve your name into hers

For your one year anniversary, she goes out and looks for one of your victims that got away when you originally started killing people so you can torture them together and it's really romantic and you two share dinner by candle light and corpse ���🏾 (you do NOT eat the body I must specify)

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Junko Enoshima Monika [Danganronpa Survivor VS Doki Doki Literature Club]

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima, the Marvelous Mastermind of Danganronpa!

Leona: Monika, the Pretty President of the Literature Club!

Hifumi: As once stated by Julian Fellowes, "Harsh reality is always better than false hope." But when a victim of harsh reality meets a harbinger of false hope...When will's collide and Hope and Despair culminate into a vacuum of violence...which comes out on top?

Leona: He's Hifumi, and I'm Leona!

Hifumi: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, talents and skills, to see who will win...One Final DEATH BATTLE!

Leona: Alright bitches, it's finally time...We've spent 12 episodes with this series, and at least once in all 12 episodes, we come back to this bitch's legacy. The character who is singlehandly tied to every major event in our world as we know it...All roads lead back to the figure that is...Junko...Enoshima...And now we finally, at the end of the series...at long last...bring her into the limelight. So strap on your chastity belts bitches, it's about to get CRAAAAZZYYYY...!

Hifumi: Our story starts, as it always does, with Hope's Peak Academy, a school committed to assisting in the training of top performers in their fields. These master students—better known as "Ultimates"—are among the most gifted individuals on the planet.

Leona: In fact, they were so gifted that, if they so chose, they could actually alter the course of history and change the world as we know it.

Hifumi: Leona and I, as well as our friends who help work on this show, are all Ultimate's ourselves. I am the Ultimate Fanfic Creator, and she's the Ultimate Mangaka. And first hand, we can say that this statement is indeed accurate...In the worst way you could possibly think of, no less.

Leona: We're of course referring to the Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History, or the Tragedy for short. The bright students we just discussed would never have the opportunity to shine like they were always meant to because of that tragic incident. It really was the beginning of the end for the world. The weak were killed by the strong. Lesser people killed lesser people. And strong people were lynched by factions formed by the weaker.

Hifumi: People lost their sensitivity as the deaths and violence increased. They accepted death as a given and rolled in the Despair, since it was all they could know, as though time had stopped. The media reported on deaths, terrorism, violence, riots, war purely for the sake of war, and every horrible thing you can imagine in a societal collapse, at an alarming rate, and the few sane people that remained could only sit back and watch.

Leona: And as we've discussed plentiful times over the course of this series, it all came from an unlikely and inconspicuous place...a high-school girl.

Hifumi: Not just ANY high-school girl...The one and only Junko Enoshima...!

Leona: Now, for the uneducated, which is probably none of you, you're probably looking at her and questioning what we're talking about. You're probably thinking, "She actually doesn't look so bad. I like her little hairpins! She's kinda cute!" DON'T LET YOUR DICK LEAD YOU ASTRAY! IT'S A LIAR AND IS TRYING TO KILL YOU!"

Hifumi: A-Ahem...Though I would not phrase it the same way, it is important to not be fooled by the lively and innocent manner of Enoshima. Beneath the cute gal exterior is a cold-blooded psychopath with a black heart.

Leona: "Cold-blooded" doesn't even BEGIN to describe this bitch! Although there isn't a lot of specific information about Junko's past, we DO know that she was an Ultimate Student herself who, ironically, lost interest in everything because of her extraordinary talent.

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima, technically speaking, possesses THREE Ultimate Talents that derive from her own skillset. The one that she got accepted into Hope's Peak for was the Ultimate Fashionista, since she worked previously as a model, and frequently served as the cover girl for many magazines. In truth however, she uses this talent as a ruse to stay under the radar of her foes, and hide her true, deadly potential.

Leona: In reality, Junko has a much more powerful talent; possibly the MOST powerful talent that ever "graced" Hope's Peak Academy or any school like it: The Ultimate Analytical Prowess!

Hifumi: There are...many layers to this ability. But in short, she has the ability to read and analyze anything almost instantly, and with a quick glance, she can learn about her enemies' personalities, skills, ideas, and potentially their entire history. She can therefore foresee almost everything that comes her way. Enoshima's ability to predict trends even allowed her to obtain the credentials necessary to become the Ultimate Fashionista, as it allowed her to foresee what would become popular with society before it actually did!

Leona: But the big problem with this natural ability of hers is that it's kind of what drove her into the state of madness that she's chronically in. Because she's basically got natural premonition, Junko's life lacked any sort of excitement. She became excessively apathetic and easily bored, even for abnormal levels, because her Ultimate Talent just made her life WAY too easy!

Hifumi: Except there was a caveat to this...As mentioned, Junko's analytical prowess was capable of predicting and analyzing almost anything without any effort...UNLESS it was something entirely beyond her capacity for comprehension and understanding of what she has seen. Which is what made Junko become fascinated with both creating and experiencing DESPAIR, the most pleasurable feeling for her, if not the ONLY one.

Leona: Because Despair as a concept was so unpredictable in the way it manifested, and because she could never quite predict what someone would do if they were at the very end of their mental breaking point, Junko Enoshima became OBSESSED with it, and REVELLED in it, whether it be completely experiencing Despair or causing Despair to others. 

Hifumi: This, of course, made her EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! Particularly since Enoshima herself, and the developers of the game have both acknowledged that she genuinely has no motivation other than Despair and pain itself, which makes her even more dangerous and unjustly unreasonable. From this, Junko Enoshima obtained her third talent, and by far her greatest and most well-known one: The Ultimate Despair...!

Leona: Owing to her ability to make everything predictable and simple to comprehend, she has committed her life to bringing misery into the world. Because she has a gift for seeing everything, including the flaws in her victims, she is particularly adept at spreading hopelessness. She can get inside your head by barely moving her mouth. If that's not the epitome of the most dangerous character in the world, I don't know what is! She makes all those dictators and evil people in the worlds history look like fucking kindergarteners!

Hifumi: She claimed to be able to spread despair to everyone she came into contact with, attempting to sap their motivation and hope in order to control them as she pleases, even going so far as to make videos to induce a state of deep despair in others. The worst part is that, for the most part, it works—even on the most powerful and unscrupulous clients, like Mukuro Ikusaba and Izuru Kamukura.

Leona: Speaking of which, Mukuro and Junko are actually twin sisters, and while Mukuro saw her relationship with her sister as a divine unmatched partnership, to Junko, Mukuro was little more than her earliest victim. She acted as her protector and followed Junko's instructions, even dressing like her to aid in her plots.

Hifumi: And aside from her, she has many an evil ally that fell to Despair thanks to her manipulation. Ms Ikusaba, the Remnant's of Despair, and even Izuru Kamukura, the all-powerful Ultimate Hope that we discussed in our last episode.

Leona: But obviously Junko's not going to be able to make use of any of them, since we're not allowing outside help. So what does that mean?

Junko: It means we're hiring baby!

Hifumi: Well, even without her allies be her side, Junko Enoshima has many tricks and tools of the trade to help her get the job done. Though nowhere close to her sister in battle prowess, sheeee...sheeeee...!?

Hifumi and Leona slowly turn their heads as they finally notice a third presence in the room, who smiles back at them.

Junko: Helloooo~!

Leona & Hifumi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!!?

Leona: She's here! SHE'S HERE!

Junko: HAHAHAHAHA! That I am! Junko FUCKIN' Enoshima is IN DA HOOOUUUSSEE!

Leona: H-How did you bypass my flawless security!?

Junko: You mean that wooden sign outside that just says "Danger: Keep Out?" I'm the scourge of society, I don't follow rules~

Leona: Curses!

Hifumi: Wh-What do you want!?

Junko: Nothin' much! I just heard about this sweet little thing you guys were doing and heard I was getting an episode. And I was shocked that you didn't invite me! So whether you like it or not, I'm gonna be your extra co-host for today!

Hifumi: O-Oh...W-Well, we weren't exactly prepared for you...You're really not gonna kill us?

Junko: Eh...No one would care if you two died, so there's no Despair to be found there...This "Monika" girl on the other hand seems like a sweet treat. And don't you think my comprehensive analysis skills would do good in this kind of situation? I mean, I already know who's going to win~

Leona: Wh-What will you do if we say no?

Junko: Puhuhu! Wweeelll...I think you were just about to start talking about that, weren't you?

Junko: Aside from some of my more trademark weapons and pieces of gear, I do have my own fair share of lame ass weapons that I carry around in case, y'know? Like the grenades I blow people up with, the baseball bat I tried to crack Izuru's skull with, an ice pick that I like to stab my sister with, and a knife because...why not? Oh, and I've also got this mean poisonous lipstick thing that lets me paralyze people with a kiss! How about a demonstration, Leona-chan?

Leona: N-No! Sorry! Workplace relations aren't allowed! Please don't touch me.

Hifumi: A...Ahem...But of course, as I was saying, she's got more backup than she needs even without the Remnants, with her vast army of Monokuma's.

Junko: Ah yes, how could I forget my precious babies? JK! I didn't! Psych!

Hifumi: Monokuma is an icon in Danganronpa, and the face of all acts of Despair Junko and her cronies, but originally, they were created by Junko's protégé and the Head of Towa Group's robotics division, Monaca.

Leona: Woah! How ironic. The initial intent was that the Monokuma's were to be used as housekeeping and bodyguard robots, designed to aid the people of Towa City and the world at large with their day to day endeavours. At least, that's what Monaca claimed. In actuality, it was a cover story to provide her "big sis Junko" with an unbeatable robot army!

Hifumi: And the Monokuma's come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and variants. However, Junko has never been shown utilizing any Monokuma variants outside of the base one from the Killing Game, which is exceedingly strong and has many of it's own interesting capabilities, but it means she doesn't ever use it's variants like the flame-spewing Destroyer Monokuma, or the bloodthirsty Beast Monokuma. Which unfortunately means we won't be counting them for this fight. 

Leona: Monokuma's power scale is difficult to lock down, since it changes via the setting and the game, but considering this is a composite version of Junko, we'll be counting all the one's she utilizes. That means we won't be counting his V3 appearance, since those are only used by Tsumugi and Team Danganronpa, not Junko herself.

Junko: 'sfine that one sucks anyway...

Hifumi: Now it's important to make sure we get one key fact out of the way here. In the First Killing Game, there was a significant plot point that showed that Junko could not control Monokuma without the use of the control room, and she couldn't simultaneously use Monokuma and inspect the cameras at the same time due to them being in different rooms. But in the second Killing Game, this is reprimanded, and since this is a composite, Junko will not require the control panel, and can naturally control the Monokuma's remotely.

Leona: From what we've seen in Danganronpa IF, we know that at any given point, Junko can summon up to 100 of these black and white bastards! But Danganronpa 2 confirmed there were around 10^60 on backup, which means even if someone manages to take them all out, several million more are gonna be right behind them! If that doesn't say "unstoppable force" I don't know what does!

Junko: Bitchiiiin'! Anyway, these little bad boys are really strong, which I've seen these two schmuks talk about before, and how both my sweet sister and that big ogre have battled on par with them. Which means in our universe, no ordinary person would ever stand a chance against them. Even if they did, in a slim circumstance, get past 'em, I've got something else up my short sleeves...PUNISHMENTS! PUHUHUHU!

Hifumi: Right, as well all know is a staple of Junko's sick and twisted games, she has access to numerous lethal death traps, all themed after each characters Ultimate Talents. They are used, usually in accordance with the rules of each Killing game, as a way for those behind the Demon Hunting and Mutual Killing games to kill players on their own.

Leona: Some notable ones are The 1000 Blows, where a pitching machine shoots countless baseballs at immense speed, bludgeoning you to death! Or the Spears of Gungnir, spears that appear out of nowhere and impale you all over your body! And they only get wackier from there with things like The Cage of Death that...liquefies you into butter...yikes.

Junko: Yeah, I'm kind of a genius. You can say it~ Of course, even with my might and skill and unmatched brains, I would still need time to set these executions up, whether I'm an AI or not. It wouldn't take me long, but time stops for no one. 

Hifumi: But the punishments and traps don't stop at simple death traps, as there are other things that Junko utilizes in her plans and schemes. One of her most potent weapons that she uses chronically...much to our and everybody else's annoyance...is brainwashing tech, like the one's she used on the Remnant's of Despair.

Junko quickly ties her hair into a ponytail and dons glasses, giving herself a sexy teacher appearance

Junko: Through the use of a Despair-inducing film that was leaked online, many people were inspired to become anarchists who destroyed buildings, joyfully killed people, and replaced well-known structures with ones that were inspired by Monokuma and my great self. Additionally, as Tubby just said, it caused Class 77-B to become psychotic and willing to kill themselves and cut themselves to pieces.

Leona: This was how people died left and right in the Final Killing Game, which, although Junko wasn't the mastermind for that, she was the one who created the apparatus used for it, namely creating a copy of Ryota Mitarai's anime that she learned how to do just from watching him. Again, Analytical Prowess is fucked.

Junko: Wow, you really are full of compliments today! I appreciate you, dear girl.

Leona: Y-Yeah I'm just...tryingnottodiiiiie...

Hifumi: Possibly the most dangerous of Junko's brainwashing videos is the one used in the Final Killing Game, also known as "Monokuma's Gloomy Sunday." No matter how hopeful a person is, watching this brainwashing video has the power to make them commit suicide.

Leona: It just...makes you kill yourself. Like...just like that...Just glancing at the video just makes you want to commit die?

Hifumi: ...Yep...

Leona: That's such a fuck you...

Junko: I live for "fuck you's" Welcome to my MO. Outside intervention is the only way to prevent it from driving you to commit suicide. Makoto was able to escape the brainwashing by having Juzo Sakakura knock him out before it had a chance to affect him. Good luck doing that without help though Monikers~!

Hifumi: Save your taunts for when you actually get to the arena, maybe?

Junko: Yeah, about that, can we maybe speed this up so I can get this all over and dealt with? I'm kinda on the clock here.

Hifumi: Then why are you here wasting time!?

Leona: Aaaahaahaha! Quiet Hifumi! W-Well, up until now, you've probably realized that despite her simple appearance, Junko Enoshima is not to be messed with. No one is safe should they end up crossing her path, and believe it or not...It gets even CRAZIER.

Hifumi: Right. Following the end of the First Killing Game, her defeat at the hands of Makoto Naegi, and her subsequent death, Junko Enoshima was gone and the Tragedy was over...at least, that's how it should have been, but she came back, stronger than ever.

Junko: Through the POWER of SCIENCE! As these scrubs mentioned before, I was able to replicate Chihiro Fuji-sucky's Alter Ego programming, and created my own digital copy, which thanks to my good pal Izuru, was uploaded into the Neo World Program, kickstarting the second Killing Game amongst my good friends, the Remnants.

Leona: Not even your own allies are safe from you...

Hifumi: She literally murdered her sister for no reason; of course they're not.

Junko: I did it out of love, not for no reason! Phooie!

Hifumi: I won't bother...

Junko: Anyway, as an AI, there's no sugarcoating it, I AM AN ALL-SEEING GOD! Sorta...When I first took over the Neo World Program, at least.

Hifumi: A backup AI designed for the original Junko Enoshima, Alter Ego Junko serves as a means for her to carry on spreading Despair. After she subverted the Warriors of Hope and orchestrated the Demon Hunting Game's events under the pretense of Shirokuma and Kurokuma, Alter Ego Junko was able to take control of the Neo World Program all thanks to Izuru Kamakura.

Junko: Thaaaanks Izuuruuuu I loooove yoooouuu~

Leona: But in the end, they were able to put an end to it for the better with the assistance of Chiaki, Hajime, and the other survivors, before she had a chance to do anything.

Junko: I mean you didn't have to add THAT part...Hmph!

Hifumi: Enoshima was able to merge with the program when Kamukura downloaded her into it. She is essentially omnipresent and has great control over the digital world she inhabits. She can alter the code as much as she wants as long as it doesn't violate any program regulations.

Leona: Regulations?

Hifumi: Yes, see, that is Alter Ego Junko's one glaring weakness. Her original goal with the second Killing Game was to kill the Remnants of Despair in the Neo World so that she could take over their bodies in the real world. The problem was that she couldn't do so immediately.

Junko: To gain control of the program, my AI needed usurp Usami for the role of observer. But by the code of the school trip rules, even Usami had to follow them, so I did too. That's why I set up the Killing Game instead, and broadcasted it to trap the Future Foundation in the program. Killing...two stones with one bird, if you will.

Leona: That's a strong ass bird...

Hifumi: Even so, as an Alter Ego, Junko is able to change her physical appearance at will. Between the form of Monokuma itself, a face on a giant phone screen, but the one she is most synonymous with, a giant 3D version of herself that towers over the average human. 

Leona: Because of the nature of the program, it's highly likely that she can easily put herself back together if she sustains any kind of damage, unless she's being overpowered by a stronger AI program like Usami.

Hifumi: And due to her omnipresence, if she has control over a program, she can effectively be anywhere she wants to be at once. She's capable of teleporting her physical form to almost every space that belongs to the Neo World Program, and can teleport others.

Leona: In terms of physical stats, we can't really put a number on it beyond what the original Junko is capable of. However, after her defeat in the Neo World Program, remnants of Junko's AI remained, and it went on to take house inside the mind of Yukari Koime. Where her abilities are expanded upon.

Hifumi: As it turns out, Junko's AI retains the memories of the original, and used its analytical talents to analyze Mukuro Ikusaba's fighting style, allowing Yukari Koime to perfectly replicate her strikes and strength. Aside from that, she also has access to the internet and can upload information into their shared brain in real time; and though both parties die if their connection is severed, Junko can be several hundred miles away from Yukari without the risk of that happening.

Leona: So though she's not as strong as the likes of her sister or even Makoto, she knows their moves and knows how to use them.

Junko: Yeah, I'm pretty badass. This Monika chick ain't gonna have NOTHIN' ON ME!

Hifumi: Heh...We'll see about that...But it is true that so long as Despair continues to exist in this world, Junko Enoshima's influence...will remain eternally.

Leona: Ah, school clubs. Such a bittersweet memory. Especially in the case of a dating simulator game like Doki Doki Literature Club.

Hifumi: Bittersweet is underselling it...

Leona: Speaking of which, welcome to the world of Doki Doki Literature Club, a dating sim where the main character gets to pick between three beautiful and fun girls to be in a romantic relationship with. There's the ditzy childhood friend Sayori, the tsundere short-stack Natsuki, and the mature and quiet book-loving Yuri, all with splendid personalities that you can get to know.

Junko: Hold on, aren't we forgetting someone?

Leona: Oh, you're still here...

Junko: Duh-doy.

Hifumi: Yes, for you see, there is one other character present within the story of this game who exists in the background, helping the main character progress through the school aspect of the game. The club president and the most popular girl in the school; Monika.

Leona: Though Monika herself was not one of the romanceable options. She was more of a background character. A tutorial girl who judged you on your poems and gave you constructive feedback.

Hifumi: But still, it's not hard to see why she's so well-liked. She's intelligent, self-assured, and athletic, and is consistently portrayed as being responsible, hardworking, and wearing a calm, caring expression. Though she isn't as talkative as the other girls, she is extremely popular among the student body of the school, which makes the protagonist admire her.

Junko: Uh-huh...We get it...she's just your run of the mill average schoolgirl idol. Nothing interesting about that.

Leona: Trust me, it gets very interesting, very quickly. For you see, the MC's decision to join Monika's Literature Club alongside Yuri, Sayori and Natsuki would set off a series of events that would ultimately result in the universe's destruction and reconstruction...!

Junko: I'm sorry, what? What are you talking abou-

Cuts to the "gently opened the door" scene from the game.

Junko; WOAH, WHAT THE SHIT!? WOOOAHAHOH!?

Leona: Yep, that's about the reaction I expected...And it only gets worse from here...

Cuts to Yuri and Natsuki's untimely demises as well.

Junko: O-Oh...Oh...Oh no...!

Leona: Shortly after the MC joined the literature club, straaange things started happening! Sayori experienced a severe depressive episode that culminated in her hanging herself. Her friend was confused, though, when nobody even mentioned her name or death after this incident. It seemed as though she had never existed at all! As if a stronger force had a vice grip on them, they were so helpless to even bring them up.

Hifumi: Later, in a macabre confession, Yuri killed themselves by stabbing, and Natsuki suddenly broke every bone in their body and vanished from the face of the earth.

Leona: And at the end of it all, the only one left...was Monika. COINCIDENCE!?

Hifumi: Sooooo as it TURNS OUT...Monika and the DDLC game were created by an organization called Metaverse Enterprise Solutions. Now allow me to ask you ladies. Have you ever heard of Simulation Theory?

Leona: Vaguely

Junko: Hey, doing the nerd shit is the interns job, don't make me explain it.

Hifumi: Very well...Mr Porosen?

Hifumi taps a remote, causing Uchui's face to appear on the screen.

Uchui: Oh alright...According to Simulation Theory, otherwise known as the Simulation Hypothesis, the reality that humans perceive is actually a simulation, like a computer game in which people are artificial constructs. This subject has been the subject of extensive discussion, encompassing both theoretical and real-world computing applications.

Junko: So it's basically the Neo World, but the entire world and universe we live in?

Uchui: Precisely. Metaverse Enterprise Solutions were fascinated by this concept, and wished to observe how a fictional character would manage being the sole ruler of their own universe and being aware that they were only a video game character. The result of that experimentation was Doki Doki Literature Club, and Monika.

Leona: I'm sure you can already see where this is going. In reality, being a highly advanced artificial intelligence program, Monika is fully aware that she is a character inside a video game, and that an entire reality exists beyond that of the 4th wall. And she took that...about as well as you could possibly expect someone to.

Hifumi: Because of this, she steeled herself and did something that the designers never thought she would do. 

Leona: By interfering with her own game files and making her own modifications to the program that her game ran on, Monika assumed control of her own reality, and used it to increase the "bad qualities" of her fellow characters. 

Hifumi: But why, might you ask, did she do that?

Leona: Well, there was more to it than just trying to take back her own power. Even after she came to realize that everything around her was a bunch of pixels and lines of code, Monika felt for the first time an unquenchable emotion that she had never truly felt before...Love!

Junko: Blegh! Are you for real!?

Leona: Yeah, but it's not quite as simple as you think. You might think that she fell for the main character, but that's only HALF true.

Hifumi: The one who Monika REALLY desired to be with was actually the player. On the OTHER SIDE of the SCREEN!

Junko: Oh, really!? Bet you'd just LOOVE that, huh Hifumi? That's like your dream come true!

Hifumi: No, no, no, no, NO! Using her knowledge of poetry, Monika started to rewrite the game, changing the character traits of her rivals, inciting them to commit suicide, or simply eliminating them one by one. That's a bit much, even for me.

Junko: Never figured you would be one to have standards...What's the big deal? They're just game characters. They don't think or feel.

Hifumi: That's very much what she thought too. Monika wanted to change everything in her life so that it would become a paradise on the other side of the fourth wall, just for her and her partner. Even if it meant BREAKING and DESTROYING everything...!

Leona: And the scariest part was that she could ACTUALLY do it!

Hifumi: Monika's character in the realm of the game is a normal high-school senior, so whatever physical stats she has are...likely pretty pathetic. She is a 160 cm tall, 18-year-old human game character who is considered athletic for a slothful adolescent of her age, but beyond that, we can assume her physical fighting stats are average at best.

Leona: But that's fine! Compared to the universal levels of digital power she has, not being able to throw a punch is pretty unimportant. She depends on her awareness of the fourth wall, as we've already mentioned. In addition to her awareness of reality, she also managed to eliminate her rivals by gaining access to the game files.

Junko: But hoooooow does that woooooork!?

Uchui: Everybody in the Doki Doki Literature Club universe has a unique character file that Monika is free to edit, and the entire universe is controlled by code. Monika can edit someone's memories and emotions with this code editing, even making small changes that drive someone insane or suicidal. She was even able to render Natsuki unconscious by altering her body to be malnourished, causing her to pass out right away.

Leona: And she can completely erase your file, removing someone from the game with not even a complete reset being able to save you. She can tamper with your body and mind in so many unsettling ways that you don't even want to think about it.

Hifumi: Monika's ability to remove her friends from both reality and the game by erasing their personal files has an impact on both the real metadata and the in-game environment. She can also monitor activity when the game is closed, identify when it's being streamed, modify the game's Steam page, and do a lot more.

Leona: Likewise, erasing HER files is the only way to permanently stop Monika. She is completely omnipotent in her own realm; the only way to win is to actually break the game and take her out of it.

Hifumi: And that's a difficult task because if she figures out what you're trying to accomplish, she'll use her hacking abilities to stop you. She's that crazily self-aware that it's difficult to let things get by her.

Leona: In addition, Monika has the ability to completely erase the game, including all players and content, should the situation become too serious. Yes, this also erases her, but she won't go away because if the game is ever restored, Monika will return in perfect condition.

Hifumi: This is remarkable because, even though we only saw Doki Doki Literature Club as a game, it is actually a whole universe with numerous save files serving as distinct timelines, all of which Monika was able to carelessly erase while she was in a nonexistent state.

Leona: Doki Doki Literature Club's engine allows you to make up to 50 separate save files. This implies that Monika is capable of deleting up to 50 separate in-game timelines, just with a little bit of tampering. Sweating now, Enoshima?

Junko: Hardly. I mean, I've destroyed both the digital AND real world before, and brought Despair to both! So what if she's a super-powerful AI? I mean, who uses omnipotence to dick about a bit and make your game a buggy mess? Is this supposed to be scary or something?

Leona: Monika has several abilities related to her supernatural existence, aside from the knowledge that she and everyone she has ever known are soulless automatons created by a group of heartless mortals, and a ridiculous power to fully seize control of the digital world she's in.

Hifumi: For instance, she can teleport to any location in the game effortlessly interrupt any scene that might be significant or get in the way of her plans.

Leona: She can also perform minor alterations to her own body, like uh...

Monika jumpscare

Leona: GAH THAT! And...uh...distort other people's vision and turn their faces and entire bodies into a jumble of pixels.

Hifumi: She's also capable of minor pyrokinesis, though this is just for aesthetics rather than combat utility.

Leona: She can view the game's script to see what has happened in the past, present, and future in relation to her reality's story. Since the Player's actions do not belong in that universe, they are excluded from this, though Monika is aware of when items from her game interact with it. And she's often aware when mods are installed.

Hifumi: And on top of being able to reset the game entirely, she has stopped time from passing and has the ability to rewind it, altering events that occur afterward as well.

Junko: Ok, so maybe she might be tougher shit than I gave her credit for...Honestly, I'm kind of impressed. Sensing a bit of a kinship with this one...She got plunged so deep in her Despair that she tried to rewrite her whole reality and kill everyone she was close to. If that isn't an Enoshima-worthy plan, I don't know what is!

Leona: Hm...I wouldn't be so sure about that...

Junko: Excuse you?

Leona: Call me crazy, but...Even after everything we've just discussed, especially with how selfishly she decided to kill off her own friends for the sake of a player she barely knew and couldn't even interact with...I'm really struggling to see Monika as the villain in all of this.

Hifumi: Whatever do you mean by that?

Leona: Put yourself in her shoes for a second. You are a character in a dating sim video game who is self-aware that they are trapped eternally inside a game where the girls around you can attain romance and happiness, but you are the ONLY CHARACTER in the game who doesn't have their own route, and can't get that happiness, no matter how much you want it. How would that make YOU feel?

Hifumi: Um...well...

Leona: And there's more to it as well. As it turns out, if you do succeed in deleting her file and erasing her, Monika reveals that she had backup copies of Natsuki, Yuri and Sayori's files even after she deleted them. Even though she needed to get rid of them, Monika could have restored them at any time in case what she was trying to do backfired on her. Which means she still must have cared about them enough to not want to see them go forever! Plus, every weird and creepy digital glitch that happens in Doki Doki isn't actually there on purpose! 

Uchui: Because Monika's programming abilities aren't up to par or even close to expert, the key reason the world and reality began to collapse was because of her poor coding abilities, which broke the entire game. Monika acknowledged this herself as well.

Leona: When she altered her friends' files, she probably didn't even intend to ruin their minds. She was just...trapped...and wanted out. Badly.

Hifumi: Well, when you put it like that...Notwithstanding her mental state or questionable actions, Monika is a truly exceptional specimen caught in an unwinnable circumstance. Although it would be simple to label her a villain given her behavior, she was merely a teenage girl attempting to find happiness in a world that would never grant it to her.

Junko: Well, anyway, I don't care about any of that. We're about out of time, so I guess I should go and get ready for the setup. Catch you guys later! Wish me luck!

Junko exeunts to head into the battle.

Leona: You know something...Regardless of how this goes, let's hope it's one to remember...

Hifumi: Alright, the combatants are set! Let's end this debate once and for all!

Leona & Uchui: IT'S TIME FOR A DEEAAATH BAAATTLLLLLLEEE!

Junko: PUUHUHUHUHUHUUUUUH!

The scene opens to a solitary room, empty save for a lone girl with long hair, sitting at a piano and putting the finishing touches on her own special song.

Monika: ♪...And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you...I'll leave you be...♪

As she plays the final notes, Monika looks up into the sky, sadly reminiscing the harsh reality she is trapped in. But forces a smile, grabs her stuff, and prepares to leave to head to the Literature Club.

However, as she steps outside she's greeted with an even harsher reality.

Monika: Huh!?

Monika is shocked to see that the world outside her own safe space is a glitchy, distorted mess that is gradually, but assuredly falling apart. What she can only assume to be the disfigured corpses of her classmates are crawling like pained zombies down the hall, and she looks left and right in a panic.

Monika: I...I didn't do this...Wait...The girls...!

Monika runs back to the Literature Club room and flings open the door. As she expected, she sees the disfigured bodies of Natsuki, Sayori and Yuri, all lying on the floor, reminiscent of the deaths she had caused them before.

Monika: What is going on...!? Huh...?

As she's pondering the disturbing events she's landed herself in, Monika suddenly sees something outside the clubroom window. Down in the courtyard is a strawberry-blonde fashionista, tinkering with a machine with many digital effects circulating around her. 

Frowning, Monika teleports into the courtyard, crosses her arms and approaches the stranger. The mysterious blonde, Junko Enoshima, holds a Monokuma shaped key in her hand, and goes to enter it into a lock-shaped device on the machine.

Monika: Um...excuse me?

Junko: Huh? Oh! Sorry, I must have missed you! Don't worry, just ignore me, I'll be out of your hair in JUUUST a second.

Monika: And uh...what exactly are you doing that gives you an excuse to break my reality?

Junko: Well, since you asked so kindly, I'm initiating "Operation Junko-fy All Mankind Ver. 1.5!"

Monika: ...Come again?

Junko: Look bae, I'm not gonna bore you with the explanation, but the short version is my last plan to break my way into the human realm didn't work out so well, so I've had to use a beta method by working my way through this crappy little dating sim of yours.

Monika: You're planning to...escape the game...and enter reality? You can really do that?

Junko: Yeah, by taking control of some unassuming player and...Hang on...

Junko frowns and turns to look at Monika.

Junko: How come none of those words are confusing the hell out of you? You're just...another game character right.

Monika doesn't show it on her face, but is absolutely enthralled by the concept of Junko's machine. She heaves a sigh and forces a smile.

Junko: Huh...No...No you're not...

Monika: Ok...As president of the Literature Club and student representative, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take this...device of yours...off your hands.

Junko: Uh...PUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And how do you plan on doing THAT exactly!? Why should I be afraid of an NPC like you?

Monika: ...What does THIS do...?

Junko: Eh? EH!? E-EH!?

Junko panics as she sees that Monika has somehow swiped the key to the device off of her. Monika's face curls into a sly smirk as she starts to fade, and suddenly disappears from the air in front of her.

Monika: Teehee! ...Buh-bye...!

Junko: You! Wha-!? You! HEY! (How did she DO that!? Is she an observer AI? Why would this game HAVE that!?)

Junko growls and snaps her fingers. All of a sudden, hundreds of Monokuma's surround her after appearing out of thin air.

Junko: FIND HER!

A fair distance away, Monika reappears in the hallway of the school, clutching the key tightly, masterminding a way to get to the machine by slipping under Junko's radar. 

*CRASH!*

Monika: EEEP!

Monokuma's: PUHUHUHUHU!

As she ponders a plan however, the Monokuma's created by Junko crash through the windows after her and start chasing her, stepping over the disfigured bodies of the NPCs. With no choice, Monika starts running for her life. 

Monika: Gotta do something about those things...!

Monika arrives at a classroom and flings open the sliding door, jumping inside and slamming it behind her. Once the Monokuma's catch up to her, they tear the door down, only to find that Monika is not in the classroom they broke into.

As it happens, Monika shifted reality so that as they opened the door, the Monokuma's would end up in a different classroom than her. She takes a second to catch her breath and wipes sweat off her forehead.

*SHUNK!*

Monika: GAH!?

Junko: Puhu! Found you~

Unfortunately, Junko herself is able to track Monika down and appears, brandishing her sister's signature combat knife. She bursts out of a supply closet and starts brandishing it at Monika, who armed with only a book, is forced to use that to defend herself.

The president of the Literature Club is pinned against the window wall by Junko after they exchange blows, with the president on the defensive but able to repel her attacks. As Junko's knife stabs straight through the book, Monika nearly falls out of the window and looks down to see the drop below. She still has her confident smirk on her face in spite of her precarious situation.

Junko: Come on sweetie, be a doll and give me the key so I can corrupt all of humanity with Despair!

Monika: THAT'S your goal in all this!? Well, I definitely can't let you leave now!

Junko: You can't stop my Despair, baby-face!

Monika: Your Despair is no match for MY LOVE!

Junko: BUAGH!?

With her abilities, Monika is able to set her book on fire, which nearly burns Junko. It ends up causing her grip on her knife to slip, and Monika tosses the book, with Junko's knife still stuck inside it, to the side, effectively disarming her.

Junko smirks though, as she holds out her hand and causes another knife to appear in her hand, taking advantage of the digital realm.

Monika: Uh...No!

To Junko's dismay, Monika snaps her fingers and the knife is subsequently deleted almost as soon as it is summoned. Junko tries to call it back, but for some reason, cannot. Unbeknownst to her, Monika has deleted the knife's file from reality.

Monika smirks proudly, but is unprepared as Junko suddenly rushes forward and grabs her around the neck and sumo throws them both to the floor, making use of her analytical prowess by replicating Mukuro Ikusaba's fighting moves. 

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!*

Monika: AHAGUH! UGH! HAAGGGH!

*SLAM!*

Junko cackles as she lifts Monika up by the back of her neck and slams her face several times into desk, causing blood to drip from her nose onto the wood. She then grabs her again and throws her body against the window where she was before.

Junko: Ahahahahaha!

Monika: RRGH!

Junko: GAAGH!

Monika & Junko: WAAAGGGH!?

Junko goes in to kick Monika against the wall, but Monika quickly leaps up, and the two of them stumble and fall upside-down out of the open window as Monika catches Junko.

Monika: Hngh!

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Junko: Huh!?

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Monika: Gah!

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Before either of them can go splat on the ground, Monika once again uses her powers to warp away with the key still on her person, ending back up in the Literature Club classroom instantly. However, she doesn't prepare for Junko to also be capable of appearing in the classroom after her.

Monika zips away again, and what follows is a saga of the two omnipresent AI's disappearing and reappearing at different parts of the school, as Junko continues to chase Monika around.

Monika: Haah...Hngh...Grgh...Jeez...

Junko: HAAGH!

Monika: TCH!?

*WHACK!*

Monika: UHUGH!

When Monika starts to tire as a result of moving around so much, Junko catches up to her in a hallway and pulls out a baseball bat, starting to swing it at her. Before hitting Monika in the face with it, Junko swings it around in the air and picks up speed as she spins around.

Junko: Alright boys, you know what to do!

Monokuma's: PUHUHUHUHU! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Monika: ...Uh-oh...!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMM!*

When Monika falls to the ground, Junko points and snaps her fingers. Still searching the hallway for Monika , two Monokumas appear and Saibaman her almost immediately. Leaping upon her, they remotely explode, engulfing the entire hallway in their wake.

Junko: AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now THAT'S what I call Despair!

Monika: What? A plan that doesn't work?

Junko: Huh!? Well, yes, actually that is pretty despairful, but HUH!?

Junko spins around to see Monika suddenly behind her, completely unscathed, somehow having escaped the explosion. To make matters worse, Junko's baseball bat disappears from her hands just as her knife did, and she can't summon it back.

Junko: Oh, don't you worry, girlie. I got PLENTY more where that came from...!

Monika: ...!?

Monika is forced to back off and escape as Junko reaches into her coat again and pulls out a grenade, yanking out the pin and throwing it straight at the schoolgirl. She warps back just in time as an another explosion happens, detonating even more of the hallway.

Monika tries to delete the grenades from the code as well, but Junko quickly throws another one before she has a chance to do so. She's forced to make another tactical retreat, vanishing into parts unknown.

Junko: You can run, weirdo! But you can't hide...!

Starting to understand what kind of threat she's up against, Junko decides to pull out the stops, and her body slowly starts to glow with a bright blue energy and expand in size.

Junko: I don't know how you got so stupid, but I'll take your stupid and 𐌌𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌉𐌕 𐌌𐌉𐌍𐌄...!

Meanwhile, Monika successfully escapes to the gymnasium of the school, and in her mind, searches for any odd files in the world's code. 

Because Junko wasn't included in the game at first, her file wasn't located in the same location as the other character files. In addition, a ton of other files pertaining to Junko had been added to the game, bloating the number of files and making it challenging for Monika to determine which file is essential to taking Junko out and which is just a useless asset.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have as much time to dwell on it as she would like...

Monika: Huh?

*CRAASSH!*

Monika: GAAGGGH!

To Monika's horror, a giant hand with long shiny red painted nails suddenly comes smashing through the gym wall and grabs her in a tight hold! As she struggles to break free, she is pulled out of the hole in the wall and out the front of the school.

She shakes off some brief fatigue and looks up, terrified, into the eyes of a gigantic form of Junko Enoshima; her pupils swirling around like several layers of despair and darkness as the gaze straight into Monika's cybernetic soul! Not only that, but the army of Monokuma's burst out of the school and gather around their queen.

Junko: ᏵꝊ𐌕𐌕𐌀 Ᏽ𐌉ᕓ𐌄 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌂𐌐𐌄𐌃𐌉𐌕, Ᏽ𐌉𐌐𐌋. 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 Ᏽ𐌀ᕓ𐌄 𐌌𐌄 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌐𐌵𐌍𐌀𐌐Ꝋ𐌵𐌍𐌃, 𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌕'𐌔 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌔𐌵𐌐𐌄! 𐌁𐌵𐌕 𐌍ꝊᏔ, 𐌉𐌕'𐌔 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌄 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌕Ꝋ ᏵꝊ 𐌔Ꝋ-𐌋Ꝋ𐌍Ᏽ-𐌁𐌄𐌀𐌐-Ꮤ𐌄𐌋𐌋!

Monika: Rrgh! Hehehe...

Despite the unideal circumstances, even now, Monika retains her bravado, still raring to go.

Monika: And I'm impressed that you've done such a number on me...But it's so cute that you still think we're evenly matched...!

Junko: 𐌓𐌀𐋅! 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌐𐌄𐌀𐌋𐌋𐌙 𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍𐌊 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌂𐌀𐌍 𐌕𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌌𐌄 Ꝋ𐌍? 𐌀𐌍 𐌍𐌓𐋄 𐌉𐌔 𐌍Ꝋ 𐌌𐌀𐌕𐌂𐋅 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 Ꮦ𐌵𐌍𐌊Ꝋ 𐌄𐌍Ꝋ𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌌𐌀, 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌵𐌋𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌀𐌕𐌄 𐌃𐌄𐌔𐌓𐌀𐌉𐌐, 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌋Ꝋ𐌔𐌄𐌐!

Monika: So...it's Junko, is it? Ok then...Ꙇ'ᒐㄥ 丂ᕼㄖᙎ Ƴㄖᙀ ᙎ卄ᗣㄒ 丨 匚ᗣ几 尺ᙓ卂ᒐㄥƳ ᙃㄖ!!

Junko: Bah!? OOGH! AAGH! *hiss!*

As Junko tries to flatten Monika with her other hand, Monika's face distorts into something creepy, and she triggers a digital effect around herself that both warps her away and causes fractures in Junko's hand. Junko looks up to see Monika on the school rooftop.

Monika: You ought to be the most knowledgeable person about what can be achieved by a "loser" who takes control of their own cruel destiny!

Junko growls and tries to swat Monika on the roof like a fly, breaking the school building apart, but she handily avoids the attacks by disappearing and reappearing through space.

Junko: 𐌓𐌵𐋅𐌵𐋅𐌵. 𐌒𐌵𐌉𐌕 𐌀𐌂𐌕𐌉𐌍Ᏽ 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵'𐌐𐌄 𐌕Ꝋ𐌵Ᏽ𐋅 𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌕, 𐌊𐌉𐌃! 𐌍𐌄𐋄𐌕 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌌𐌀𐌐ᕓ𐌄𐌋Ꝋ𐌵𐌔 𐌌𐌄, 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵'𐌐𐌄 𐌍Ꝋ𐌕𐋅𐌉𐌍Ᏽ!

Monika: And you're hardly the genius you believe yourself to be. You're careless, unruly, and most importantly...Ƴㄖᙀ'���乇 卩O山ᙓ尺ᒐ乇ᔑ丂!

Junko: Ᏽ𐌵𐋅!

Junko struggles to reach out and touch Monika again as the space around her distorts. Not only that, but Monika suddenly duplicates herself several dozen times over, littering the rooftop with copies of her, all grinning smugly. The copies themselves however, are not physical, more like digital copy/pastes of the real Monika.

Even so, the army of Monika's advances, some fighting the Monokumas that begin to scale the structure, while others attempt to bring down the enormous Enoshima and drive her back to the earth. Even when Junko hits them with her enormous hands, they explode into pixels before coming back to life.

Their bombs go off as she falls and collapses to the ground on top of several Monokumas, and a massive collective explosion occurs that almost destroys the school and burns the Monokumas and the Monika's. Only the original Monika and Junko are left when everything settles.

Junko: Of all the people I've met over the course of my Despair-ridden life, none of them have been able to piss me off quite like you have...What's it to you if I corrupted your world anyway?

Despite her detest for her opponent, Junko smirks evilly. Monika rises, dusts herself off with a pout, but then does the same.

Monika: I'm president of the Literature Club, dear. I can't stand by and watch as my school is defaced. 

Junko: There's more to it than that. For some reason, I get the feeling you want to escape to the other side, despite being a mere game character. What's your deal?

Monika: There's not much to it, really. It's just I'm sick and tired of my dearly beloved existing on another plane of existence. Cursed to be trapped here, nothing more than an experiment to my creators...

Junko: Well, I hate to be a debby downer...But all your beloved is gonna see is your BODY in a MESS OF BLOODY PIXELS! YEAH!

Junko strikes a pose and sticks out her tongue like a rockstar, pointing her fingers at Monika. However, Monika just stands there with her arms behind her back, not reacting. Junko frowns.

Junko: Huh...?

Monika: Junko...Why don't you take a look at your feet?

Junko does so, and feels her stomach sink. Where there were the corpses of her Monokuma's are now instead plushies of Monika.

Junko: Wh-What the hell!?

Monika: You were hoping that a Monokuma was going to jump me from behind and blow me up, right? Except that Monokuma no longer exists in this world...

Junko: Wh-What do you...!?

Junko tries to bring the Monokuma's out again, but nothing happens. She growls as she reaches in her coat for a grenade, but finds nothing.

Monika: Grenades don't exist in this world anymore either.

Junko: How!? WHY!?

Monika: Because this is MY REALITY...and I say so...!

Junko: G̸̬̳̗̣̠̀B̵̖͖͔͙̒͂A̵͎͓̥͐́̋̆Ģ̶͕̟̮̎̍̂̀͠H̶̤̖̦͚̰̄͐̈G̷̤̓͗̎́͂!?

Monika: And I've decided I don't want YOU here either...!

Junko suddenly feels an immanent sense of dread. The game itself begins to erase her body as it began to disintegrate and disappear. 

Junko: Ẁ̷͉̃h̵͚̝̾a̶̛͙ţ̶̬͗͘.̸͈͋.̴͔͑.̵̮͑a̷̤͒r̴̺̀̆e̶̹͝ ̵̫̞̑ẙ̴̳̊ơ̶̭̐u̴̮͓͌͘ ̴͕̑D̸͘͜O̵̻͈͗Ị̴̂̕N̴͇͇̐G̶͕̮̾͆ ̸̛̯̟̃T̵͙̔̆O̵̡̩̽ ̸̭̈̔M̵͚̄̉E̴̤̘̎!̴̯͋?̵̳̃̈

Behind Monika's head, a Windows screen popup suddenly appears, as she continues to smile, menacingly.

Would you like to Delete MKW_Junko.chr?

Monika: Why yes...Yes I would, thank you.

The popup disappears, and the true effects of the erasure begin to take effect as Junko clutches her chest. 

Monika: This conclusion was written before we even started fighting. I just needed time to figure things out.

Junko: W̷̯̌h̶͇̍-̸̨̿W̴̗̍̀h̸̺̯̋ḁ̶̪͗̍ţ̸̑͗ ̶̡͊t̶͐͂͜h̵̻͖́̐e̸̤̩͐̒ ̵͖͍͑h̵̥̟̔̄è̵͚̘l̸̹͓̓̊l̷̯̱͆͐ ̶̠͑͜A̸̢͍͝Ŕ̷̡͍̄Ė̸̡̺͠ ̵̢͗̒y̶̩͙̔͝ȯ̶̹͈ụ̵̲̋!̴̟̲̀?̶̹̈́ ̴̲̈̍Ș̷̯̉̈́o̵̻̓͝m̶̥̭͆͝ḛ̴̙̍̔ ̸͍̪͘s̸̢͐ų̷̱̔p̴̮̆̿ë̷̹̹́̑r̸̫͆̚ ̸̧̈͂c̷͇̥̃̊o̸̤̊m̶̥̺͛̈p̵̮͊ư̷̳͜t̶̨̮́͛e̷͇̪̎r̶̜̮̕ ̴̫͐̎v̶̡̘̄ĭ̷͎r̷͚̎̍u̴͚̠̽̚s̸̤͇̐!̴̪̟͝?̸̧̬͑͊

Monika: Me? A virus? I don't know what you're talking about!

Junko struggles to fight the virus, which prevents her from moving, as Monika smarmily strides up to her and leans in.

Monika: I'm...just...Monika...!

Junko: F̴͓̆͘i̷͎̝͝n̷̲̬̑͘ẹ̴̔̉!̶͔̓ ̴̱͍̆̇D̸̼̲̓ė̷̠l̵̨̛ẽ̴̳t̸̘̫̀e̷̿̀͜ ̵̗̫̕m̶̖̖̈e̸̠͐!̵̰͍̇ ̵̙̽E̴̛̝͇͌r̸͉̂a̷̼̳͑͊s̸̹͔͗͆e̵͍̖̍ ̴̖̪͝͝m̵͇̘͗e̴̺͕̋͌ ̷̺̀̍f̸̱̠͝͝ǒ̴̙r̷̟̀e̵̺̔͛v̵̧̞̍e̵̛͊ͅr̵̗̉!̴̼̭̓ ̵͍͒Į̷̳̆̀'̶̤̮̍̅l̷͉̭͝l̷̫̠̽ ̶̡̳͌b̷̧͘é̷̲ ̸̛̗b̵̮̈a̶͓͈͌͑c̶̺̪̅k̴̟̇̈́ ̵͈̝͑f̸̳͘o̴̞̯͒́r̶̖͆̀ ̸̲̄ͅy̸̲̿̀ŏ̸͇̼ǘ̸͈!̴̫̖̾ ̶̹̹̏Ȉ̶̬̞ ̷̡̑̕Ḁ̴̤̈́L̴͉̳̈́̄W̴̛͇Ả̴̆ͅŶ̴͉͝S̶̥̯͋̈ ̴̰̊̽f̷̳͍̕í̴̘͊n̵̛͕̋d̶̡̛̞͛ ̶̟̃̄a̷̞͖̍ ̵̖̜̇W̶̭͋̀A̸̫͝Y̵͌͘ͅ ̴͙͕̅͝t̴͛ͅó̵̧̿ ̵̧̉̚c̴̱͐o̵̠̒͜m̷̫͇͐͝e̸͚̍ ̴̲͑̔b̴̨̼̋̐ả̷̼̄c̶̟̙̈́k̸͇̊!̴̪̋̄

Junko spends her last seconds contemplating her fading existence. But despite her protests, she eventually gets bored of fighting, and gives in...

Junko: Ǘ̸̻g̷͉̏́ȟ̵͈͠.̵̟̟̔.̵͔̊.̴̗̫̕B̸̞̪̽ȗ̶̧̘͝t̵̞͗ ̸̙̺̍̀d̴̺̔̽ỳ̸̳̕ȋ̵͇͉n̷̼̔g̵̘͌ͅ ̴̭̉͊i̷͖̥͆̋s̴̰͂ ̷̣̄̅S̴̗̹̾̚Ủ̷̢̕C̸̺̑ͅȞ̶̨̦ ̴̱̊̕ã̸͔ͅ ̵̞̹̒B̷̦̬̥̺̹̖̲͖̣̲̠̌͋͐͝ͅI̷̛̼̳͊̀̃͋̈̄̕̕̚͝Ị̷̛̛̦̥͛̈́́͂̈͌̏̈̇̄̃͝͝͝I̵͕̜̦͚͓̣͍͈̗̗̒̈́̌̾͊͒͌̂͌̈̐̾́͌̉͗I̵̡͉̞̹̳̩̪̟̰͈̯̼̠̣̦̠͎̟͓̤̒̈̎͋͗̄͛̈́̾̓̈́̊̔̄Ḯ̵͙͈̙̦̮̲̫̬͔̺̥̦̬̗̤͙̪͍̖̬̑̏͒͗Į̴̡̜̙̩̣̺̖̖̮̜̙̻͇͍͇̀͗́͆̓͑Į̵̛͇̣̲͓͓̅̉͗͂͒͆̓̽̑̌̍̔̕͝Ĩ̵̻͔̻̩̫̮̾́̓̓̒̅̓̓̿̾̋̈̈́̓̚͘I̶̛̪̎̃̎͑͠Í̴̡̧̢̹͇͈̬͓̹̼͖̙̗͇̻͇͊͊́̏͒̈̍̑͑͊͆̔̏̈̚̕͝ͅI̸̢̨̛̛̗͙͈̣̣̫̼̖̮̿͗͂̂̍͌̆̋̽͋̓͐͘͠I̶̡̜͌̊̄̓̏͂̈́͌̾̓̓̓̕͝Ţ̵̛͔̥̭͉̳͇̙͔̦͙̜̩̗͈̾̈́̽̽̂̊̒ͅC̸̛̳͉̖͔̟̣͈̗̱̜̲͛̅̌̾̾̈́̈́̏̍̄̋̆͐͊͋͘͠͝H̶̡͚͉͍͙̜̣͎͔͍̩̥͕̝̰̪̩̥̜̪͌̆!̶͍̼̣̙̹̃̊́̄͠!̴̡̢͓͇͙͉͚͚͕̪̠̫͐̏͊́̐͜!̴̧̢̡͎̘̪͙̤̫͉̭̬̱̖͍̎̓̍͐͑̐̀̇̎̆̈̽͒̕͠ͅ?̶̛̰̔̓̉͗͑̎͑̀́̓́́̋͝͝?̴̮̪͋..............

Monika remains smirking as the pixels envelop all that makes the awful Alter Ego, and deletes her from the program world entirely, leaving no traces of Junko Enoshima behind. Satisfied, Monika opens up her palm, still holding Junko's device key.

Sayori: WHA-!?

Natsuki: AGH! *THUD!* OOF!

Yuri: What in the world!?

As soon as Junko disappears, all her tampering with the DDLC reality vanishes with her. As such, the Literature Club girls turn back to normal, along with the rest of the school and any damage that Monika and Junko's fight caused. Sayori, Yuri and Natsuki all wake up, with the latter banging her head on a desk as she tries to rise.

Natsuki: Yow, that smarts...What's going on? Wh-What happened while I was out?

Yuri: I have no clue. I was similarly incapacitated. Where is-

Sayori: Monika?

Sayori gently whispers the Club President's name as she looks out the window. Yuri and Natsuki peer out to see Monika standing in front of Junko's machine, which is fired up and ready to go. One last time, Monika turns around to spot her friends through the window.

Monika: Thank you girls...I'm sorry for everything I've done to you...I'll get out of your hair now...

She turns back to the machine.

Monika: Hold on, my love. I'm on my way...

Leona: She...She died...! M-Monika...won...! Haha...It's...It's OVER! IT'S FINALLY OVER! AND I! Hah...I'm gonna have nightmares...

Hifumi: HOO! We can FINALLY take a breather. At least, we will after we do the rundown.

Leona: To start off, as we already said before, Junko Enoshima is an extraordinary genius, capable of reading and analyzing anything almost instantly, she could quickly ascertain the thoughts, abilities, personalities, and backgrounds of her opponents, and that includes Monika. In contrast, Monika has learned a great deal about the world and some of its operations beyond the fourth wall, even though she isn't very tech savvy.

Hifumi: So even though Monika possesses an above average intellect for a girl in her age group, she simply does not compare to Junko Enoshima's unrivalled genius.

Leona: Nor does she stack up in power. Monika is arguably one of the physically weakest characters we have ever had to cover in this series because she is only as strong as the typical adolescent in a hand-to-hand combat.

Hifumi: Which isn't to say that Junko Enoshima stacks up to some of the heavy Danganronpa hitters. In fact, she's also quite possibly the physically weakest character from our home series we've covered in this series, but even so, her intellect and analytical prowess balances that out. Just from observing her sisters fighting moves, she's able to replicate them for Yukari Koime, and can likely do the same herself, even if her hits aren't as powerful. She'll have boatloads of experience just like that, without ever really needing to practice. 

Leona: Monika's speed and durability can also be considered average, though her messing with reality might give her a couple more defense points by warping around them. But on a physical level only, Junko, like her arch-enemy Makoto, can be directly compared to Yasuhiro Hagakure for speed, since he was able to outrun machine gun fire from a chopper.

Hifumi: And considering that she underwent "The Ultimate Punishment," which included feats like being electrocuted with enough force to liquefy, hit by speeding trucks while being burned alive, hit by countless baseballs at a machine-gun fire rate, pounded by an excavator, sent into space and forcefully brought down, all of which ended with her dying under a crusher, it's safe to say that Enoshima's defense strategy is nigh unbeatable.

Leona: Huh...The more we talk about it, it confuses me...She's stronger, smarter, more durable, and has so many more achievements on her resume. It seems almost impossible to beat her in any given circumstance, so...how did Monika even end up winning here?

Hifumi: One word...CONTROL. There's many layers to the difference between the two, but to put it as simple as possible, Alter Ego Junko follows the rules. Monika MAKES them.

Leona: When Junko took over the Neo World Program, she gained the power to add rules to the program that helped her mastermind her Killing Game. But not only could she not remove the rules that had already been put in place, as the new "teacher" role on the island, she also had to FOLLOW them.

Hifumi: And even outside the constraints of the Neo World, though she's capable of existing up to several hundred miles away, if Junko's connection to Yukari Koime is severed, it spells the end for both of them. While Doki Doki Literature Club works on a similar principle to Jabberwock Island, with Monika being very similar to the role of an observer AI, it's not exactly the same situation. And Monika is free to change the state of her world and it's rules and code as she sees fit, even if she can't do so instantaneously. 

Leona: As we just said, Junko is certainly far smarter than Monika, and in her hands, would be capable of everything Monika is on a far greater level, especially given her confirmed programming knowledge and Ultimate Analytical Prowess allowing her to figure it out with relative ease. So you might be wondering. How come the Analytical Prowess stuff didn't work on Monika in the end?

Hifumi: Junko's Analytical Prowess has one big glaring weakness. It can only analyze and predict things that are preconceived to be possible, such as studying Ryota Mitarai's work to learn how to create brainwashing videos, reading Yasuke Matsuda's research to learn how to perform neurosurgery to lobotomize and/or erase someone else's memory, and watching Chihiro Fujisaki's programs to learn programming. Because she is an artificial intelligence with internet access, she is even more intelligent as Alter Ego Junko, which makes her more adept with computers.

Leona: Monika's tampering and capabilities with the digital realm are so out of the ordinary that it's questionable whether Junko would be able to predict what she does next. Even if she somehow could, it's likely that Monika's lack of programming experience would serve as an unexpected variable to interrupt Junko's calculations.

Hifumi: This is why Junko Enoshima craves the battle between Hope and Despair so much. Since both notions can cause people to act irrationally in ways that go against the regular nature of humans, it's the only form of excitement and mystery that she can ever get in her life while she's able to completely understand everything else around her, making her fickle and bored. In fact, it's not uncommon for Junko Enoshima to actively leave herself open to these sorts of glaring weaknesses, just so her enemy can take advantage of it, and make her suffer for it. And while ordinarily we don't take morality into account with a Death Battle, it's such a core canon part of Junko Enoshima's character, and is so important to her role in the story, it HAS to be applied, whether we want it to or not.

Leona: Monokuma wouldn't have stopped Monika either, at least not for long. Jabberwock Island Monokuma was capable of cloning itself to the point that it made 10^60 copies of itself by the time that the game ended, and Monika in her physical form did not stand a chance at beating just one of these guys. They're just too strong.

Hifumi: But she didn't need to. All Monika would have to do was find the collective file that Monokuma was contained within, delete it, and that would take all of them out instantly, no matter how many millions of copies there were without any way for Junko to recover them. The same goes for any traps and punishments Junko applied, but even then, she probably couldn't use those anyway. She may be a multitalented genius, but even she needs time to prepare the punishments before she can use them.

Leona : But hold on a second...Junko's Alter Ego has proven that it's capable usurping control from observer AI's like the Alter Ego and Usami. AI's that have notably similar properties and control as Monika. So couldn't Alter Ego Junko have usurped Monika's power from her, and gained some of her special control abilities over reality?

Hifumi: It wouldn't have mattered. During one of the many outsets of Doki Doki, Sayori becomes president of the Literature Club, and as a result, gains all of Monika's powers for herself, including her self-awareness and understanding of reality. Even while gone from the game, Monika was able to seize control again and stop Sayori from using her powers. So even if Junko COULD take Monika's abilities, Monika would still be infinitely more powerful than Junko, even if Junko was somehow able to completely erase her.

Leona: All in all, who was physically stronger, faster or smarter DID NOT MATTER at ALL for this fight. The real battle comes down to what is stronger between Junko's Alter Ego and Monika's advanced AI. Both are capable of distorting reality on a global scale and traveling at unfathomable speeds to any location they choose in an instant, but Monika had a number of noteworthy advantages.

Hifumi: At the end of the Jabberwock Killing Game, Junko was able to create a false reality by nearly resetting the game, but Monika is equally as capable of dong that too, as well as undermining such resets, and at least 50 times over if necessary.

Leona: And even if her strength did matter, Junko would never have had what she needed to get rid of Monika for good. 

Hifumi: She has stated repeatedly that she's able to live forever, even though her statements have been slightly contradicted a few times. Sayori, using her powers, followed her lead. In addition, Monika made several attempts to recover herself after being erased. This would have been successful if her Character File had survived, but she is still alive in the game as long as her essence is present.

Leona: And not only is Junko not capable of erasing entire realities like Monika is, even THAT wouldn't have been enough to get rid of her! She shouldn't be bound by causality or plot after having her character file erased because, in the world of DDLC, files create reality, time, causality, script, and other concepts. However, in the event that DDLC is erased, she writes the Player a letter suggesting that she is still alive and well and may return at any time.

Hifumi: Junko Enoshima is, or rather WAS, the most terrifying person imaginable, but even she and her infinite despair wisdom could not bypass Monika's omnipresence, mass-manipulation, acausailty or immortality.

Leona: Junko drove hard that Despair, but she got smacked in the face with some harsh "reality-"

Junko: 𐌉'𐌋𐌋 𐌂Ꝋ𐌌𐌄 𐌁𐌀𐌂𐌊 𐌅Ꝋ𐌐 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵 𐌁𐌉𐌕𐌂𐋅𐌄𐌔, 𐌉 𐌔Ꮤ𐌄𐌀𐌐!

Hifumi & Leona: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP!!?

THE WINNER IS MONIKA!

[liplinerloser]

Hey! I heard you do matchups, can you do tpof and btd? (If you just want to pick one, that's fine).I'm a female (she/her),young adult, 4'11', bisexual (most guys than girls). I love cats, baking, horror movies (Principally,the gory ones). I'm independent, easily jealous, lonely most of the time, a little obsessed with my loved ones, VERY hot-headed, (but deep down, I'm a sweet person), a bit agressive. Kinks: biting, hickey, blood, teasing, make out.

I think this already helps you out! Happy new year, hope you have a lot of sucess in your life. Kisses and thank you!

Thanks for the ask, and also happy new year to you too! I hope this years good to you

hope its okay I chose btd since i didn’t want it to be too long. I don’t mind if you request it again and I’ll do the tpof one Separate!

For btd I pair you with…

Strade

Initially he hadn’t met you at the pub like his usual victims, but instead at a normal store while he was shopping for drill heads and you were for baking supplies. He hadn’t noticed you until you’d asked him for help to reach a higher shelf, innocently.

He helped you load your car, lock it, then grabbed you and covered your mouth with his hand, restricting you and dragging you to his car instead, when your fighting became too much he grabbed a fist of your hair and slammed you into the bonnet (jeez that’s Gonna leave a mark) and knocked you out.

Within your first couple of days in the basement he started to understand you and your unique reaction to the pain, as he did with other victims, like clockwork. Your reactions to some of his games made him realise some of your kinks and start implementing them in a way

despite enjoying Rens clingy nature towards him, he likes and the fact that you start out as independent and strong willed , which allows the possibility of him being able to break you in, and force you to be reliant on him.

We all know he loves the chase, don’t submit too easily if you want to survive/ live with him. No one plays with broken toys and that especially applies to strade, hes not past getting rid of you

Once you’re out of the basement phase and a little closer to him he introduces you to Ren, noticing your almost hostile reaction to him. He enjoys the idea that if your jealousy of Ren gets worse, you’d try to kill him, so you could be the only one. He weirdly enjoys the idea of you fighting over him

Its random but Strade is a little under average height for men, and hes very paranoid about it (being 5’8) which is why your shorter stature is greatly preferred, since it gives him a power boost. It might not sound like a positive but anything like that is something that he enjoys, so its something that could keep you alive for longer and maybe even keep you around permanently if he likes you enough

While having an off conversation with Ren while he cooks you mention your interest in horror movies, which Strade happens to over hear….

He practically itches with delight when he hears your focus especially land on the gore! He decided to ask you if you wanted yo watch a particularly Gory “movie”, and of course you giddily agree since the house didnt offer much else for entertainment. You were beyond confused when it started off in a home movie way till you realised why one of the people looked so familiar in it….

Yep thats right, he shows you a collection of his favourite gore live streams he made and convinces you they’re actually movies, of course you realised pretty quick when you first got here that he’s a liar, so you stay quiet and pretend to be interested to spare you the pain of a punishment, despite the feeling of bile rising in your throat from the grotesque noises coming from the tv

Hes surprised you end up surviving as long as you do, but he notices the attachment you have to him (Stockholm syndrome) and how that comes along with your obsession towards him despite his obvious mistreatment of you, slowly you allow him to use you more, cut you more, but along with that he cares for you better, his stitches become cleaner.

I dont think strade is capable of normal love, he doesnt understand it in the same capacity normal people do, but he could do the closest thing possible for him. Keeping you alive, fed, with occasional treats, treating your wounds (and when he couldn’t, Getting in touch with the cold blooded doctor).

You’d notice he likes you more because hes more violent, not necessarily agressive, but seemingly desperate to explore your insides in multiple ways. The first time he seemingly expressed his “feelings” towards you, you remember the excruciatingly hot pain mixed with the sickly cold floor of the basement. “You did very well, maus. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, wieder zu spielen!”

Over time youd notice him be less willing to take you to the basement and subject you to the more life threatening of his desires. instead opting to go to the bar and bring other victims home instead. Youd notice an uncanny resemblance between you and the victims.

Nsfw

Strade is generally very aggressive when he fucks, you’d know by the generous amount of bruises that practically permanently paint your skin, so when he figures out you actually enjoy that shit? Expect it to get significantly worse

He’ll be above you, rutting into you like he’s in heat, gripping your waist and digging crescent shaped nail marks into your flesh. He uses one hand to hold your hands down, and the other to brandish a familiar hunting knife, making small cuts in the soft meat of your thighs, licking the blood that oozes out

If you tell him about your preference to hickeys, who is he to deny you? He’d litter your body in them to the point you can hardly tell which marks are bruises. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s very possessive of whats his, even more so than he felt with ren.

Along with the hickeys as a form of marking, he would love to carve his name into you, as a more permanent solution. He’d pick somewhere you couldnt easily hide it, like right at the back of your neck, or on your forearm. The lines would be jagged and crude but it would get the point across, he’d make sure if he bought you clothes that they’d display it

Although as a person he isn’t very intimate theres exceptions, like when he’s drunk. Although Hes a little more unhinged, he’ll wrap his arms around your small frame, sloppily kissing you, mumbling small phrases in German. However he never recalls these moments, so its best you keep them to yourself.

He loves when your aggressiveness Channels into when you fuck, he likes to see you thrash around under him, to the point where your stitches undo and your skin stings. He doesnt even mind if you actually manage to hit him, it fuels him to make you bleed from the inside

[lonelywetness]

Something that I’ve always loved fantasizing about is watching a horror movie with a guy and being conditioned into wanting the violence. It’d start out innocently, we’d go through all the classics, many of which include, of course, women being hunted and gratuitously killed by evil creeps. All the while, he’d whisper cold, idle comments in my ear like “Doesn’t she look so pretty covered in her own blood?” or “I bet he feels so powerful hunting her down like that, mask hiding who he is- he could be anyone” or “Damn, she’s already dead, that’s a shame- her screaming was so fun to listen to.” At first, I’d probably just assume he was joking or trying to get a rise out of me, and I’d just laugh along. I have my own dark sense of humor and sadism too, so I genuinely wouldn’t think too much of it.  

As time goes on, the movies get darker and more pornographic, as he slowly replaces the original horror movies with…other, more questionable types of media that carry the same horrific themes. We watch one together about a masked stalker who, unlike most of his counterparts, successfully abducts and tortures the final girl. “Did you know that final girls are almost always virgins?” he might ask. “She really should be flattered having a stalker who wants her that badly, especially if no one else has. I bet she is, deep down. I bet her cunt is soaked.” As he says this, I feel myself squirm, my inner thighs rubbing together. I know I should protest the notion that the final girl is secretly enjoying what’s happening to her, but…I feel something happening to me, and I don’t want to draw attention to it. As the movie progresses, the stalker manages to knock her unconscious and gropes and caresses her for about a few minutes as she lies there, helpless. I pull the blanket further over myself, trying to decide whether staring or looking away would appear more strange, because my skin is getting flushed and there’s no way I’ll be able to watch it casually or blankfaced. I shift around, suddenly desperate to find a position that seems inconspicuous, biting my tongue to avoid making noise, hyperaware of my own body and the delicious friction that shifting around the couch produces. It’s fine, I tell myself. He probably just thinks you’re uncomfortable. 

The movies get more and more obscure, and more and more obscene. It gets to the point where I��m not sure if we’re watching actual “movies” or just horror-themed porn. Eventually, I’d start touching myself when I got home after those nights, and each time I’d get weaker for him. One night, during a particularly gruesome and bloody- and yet really damn hot- scene I’d excuse myself during one of the movies to use the bathroom. Just to breathe. Just to recollect myself. And I’d sit on the toilet seat and feel my swollen clit pressing against it and whimper a little, then cover my mouth, afraid he might hear me. I’d try to get out as quickly as I could, then, but when I sit back down, he starts rubbing my tits. He doesn’t try to justify himself. He doesn’t even tell me to keep watching, because he knows I will. He knows I need to get off to seeing a defenseless “heroine” who lost the fight and is getting used like fuckmeat by the killer who ruined her life. And then, whenever I come over to watch movies with him, I strip naked and lay down across his lap for easy access. Once the murders start, he reaches over and plays with me. If it’s a quick death, like a few stabs in the chest of a background character, he might pinch my nipples. If a character is slowly being tortured or tormented, he’d get a little more involved, maybe groping my ass. During the most extended, gruesome sequences, he’d do more, like eating me out while my legs quiver from both fear and pleasure.  

“I’m changing you- I'll make you into a bloodstained little victim, whore,” he’d say. “And you want that.” 

And I’d just moan and silently wish it would happen soon.

[the-parentheticals]

Alright, let’s get officially started with our prisoner 001! A bit of a note, some of their crimes are easy to guess if you already have knowledge of their backstory, and some of them are difficult even with that. This one…probably would fall into the difficult category.

Also, feel free to provide judgements of what you’d vote for them, what you think their crime was, and all that.

Name - Ritorin Fuyushi (とりん 冬しり) (the first character in his first name means “winter” and the others are all katakana)

Age - 21

Gender – Male

Birthday – Feb. 21

Height – 170 cm

Blood Type – AB

Image Colour - #0A1172

Occupation – University student, part-time skier

Personality – He’s a rather laid-back person who doesn’t worry too much about being in Milgram, but if he’s questioned too much, he has a tendency to become short-tempered.

He typically speaks bluntly and is rather unwilling to talk with others. He doesn’t see much of a point in giving too much energy to anything.

He doesn’t usually interact with the other prisoners beyond what’s necessary, but he is willing to be civil during any ordinary conversations.

“Hey there. The name’s Fuyushi Ritorin. I’m a university student, and I also ski in some competitions in my free time. I’m sure as hell not getting out of here anytime soon, so we should try to be civil with each other, at least.”

“Leave her alone! She had nothing to do with it!”

Canon Cover – Throw Down (pretty similar to canon, but with a lot more of a classical flavour)

DECO*27 Cover – Rooter’s Song

Vocaloid Cover – Kagerou Days (Jin) (I was gonna go with something else, but this one’s honestly kinda spoilery enough)

MV – The List

His song has a classical flavour, heavily featuring piano and violin, and the lyrics discuss planning and building something that will bring good to the world.

The MV starts with an extreme close-up of him watching something not shown on screen, and his eyes go wide.

Fuyushi runs after a little girl with light blue hair through a snowy field. Although the girl doesn’t leave any footsteps, Fuyushi does.

The next scene is of him standing in an old-fashioned library, doing research. There’s a montage of him going through maps, highlighting routes, and looking at law books.

He pushes a stack of research across the table to someone, waits a beat, then smiles.

The next scene is in the field, where the girl is gone and Fuyushi is fixing up a hastily constructed snowman.

It cuts to a fancy party, where Fuyushi’s talking with an older man and looking very pleased. The camera cuts away for a few moments, and the man disappears. Fuyushi appears scared for a moment, but then becomes calmer and walks away from the scene.

Red and blue lights start flickering, and Fuyushi panics, pushes the camera away, and starts running.

The scene cuts back to the field, where Fuyushi collapses in the snow, a pool of red under him. Blood is splattered around and behind the girl, but none of it is on her.

The MV closes on a similar shot as the beginning, this time with an older version of the girl, and it’s revealed she has light green eyes and freckles.

 Trivia:

He claims to be innocent, although when asked about who really killed his victim he becomes rather tight-lipped.

Murder is his only major crime.

He’s double-jointed.

[gothwives]

what orion wouldn't give to know what was running through her mind that whole time... surely there had to be some thread of fear somewhere within that twisted little brain of hers, as he'd more than displayed that he was capable of doing her great harm. it seemed to him, though, that the fear was turning holly on more than anything else, and she'd yet to utter the safe word he'd picked out for her, so god knows just how far he could push her. "i'll make you a fucking star, alright. the next black dahlia... your name's about to be plastered on every fucking newspaper around the world." orion had already done his fair share of jail time, having been locked up for everything from arson, to petty theft, to assault. the notoriety that would come from murdering a pretty, innocent little lady like holly, though? there's no way his name would be ever forgotten after that. if only the public knew just how far from innocent his victim really was, though... would they still mourn her all the same? his phone remained tucked away in his back pocket, however, waiting for the right moment to start his oscar worthy production. so far she had impressed him with her performance, but he'd barely even gotten through the opening act, and the finale would be going off with a bang. for a moment he just allowed himself to admire her, face down on the bed and restrained, red marks already beginning to appear on her wrists and forearms. the first of many reminders he intended to leave behind, and perhaps the least severe. "that's fucking right... maybe you aren't as dumb as you look. you know exactly what you are, don't you? and you're proud of that shit? i'll beat that pride right out of you, don't worry..."

everything she said, every little squirm or wiggle only riled him up further, which was likely her desired intent. even from her completely submissive state, holly still possessed some form of power. as he draped himself over her, sharp blade held to her neck, he bucked his hips forward, letting her feel his covered erection pressed against her plump ass. "you really think you're fucking special? that i brought this shit just for you?" a cruel chuckle preceded his pressing the knife to her asscheek more firmly, just a slight bit of pressure away from breaking skin and drawing blood. "you know how many dumb sluts like you i've fucking shoved this shit inside? you're not special, holly. you're nothing. by the end of the night, you'll be nothing more than a fucking statistic." a bluff on his part, but she didn't know that. for all she knew, she'd willingly invited the most infamous serial killer into her home, consented to her own brutal slaying. he could only hope the uncertainty amplified her sick sense of arousal. the knife was discarded beside her on the bed once he'd cut through her panties, one hand pressed to her back to hold her down while the other gave her ass another hard spank. such force caused a bright red handprint to appear on her skin, hardly giving her a second to compose herself before he slammed his hand down on the other cheek. "fucking hurts, doesn't it? this is what you made daddy do. this is what you fucking get." he found himself wishing they were in his own bedroom, gory posters plastered on the wall and stuffed dead creatures displayed on every surface. his collection of toys and instruments would greatly aid in giving her a night to truly remember, but he could make do just fine with his own two hands, and whatever he could find around her room. had always been creative, especially when it came to sex and violence. "god," he groaned as he delivered two more harsh slaps, slightly frenzied over the absolutely pitiful sight laid out before him. "i can't wait to fucking cut you open and play around with your blood... gonna smear it on my dick, use that to slide right into your ass. you excited? daddy's gonna fuck your tight little ass while you bleed out on these fancy sheets." hands grasped her hips roughly, lifting so her knees were bent and her ass was in the air to give him a better angle to spank her, grasping and kneading her abused flesh after each slap to intensify the pain. "how much longer do you think you have left? few minutes? seconds? i'll let you in on a little secret." again, he draped himself over her, grasping her throat in one calloused paw and tilting her head to the side. "soon as i bust, you're fucking dead. so you better fucking hope i can hold on..."

holly had always thought of herself as a sexually open individual. she was willing to give practically anything a try at least once to see whether or not she enjoyed a particular kink. the blonde was curious to see just how depraved orion could be, the dark, filthy places his mind could wander. nobody had ever gotten this rough with her before, she'd been choked, but only ever lightly. she never felt like who she was with was actually capable of ending her life, until she was stood in front of him as he held a vice-like grip on her throat. eyes widened in genuine surprise as he forced her onto her tiptoes with the brutal hold he had on her throat. she could barely breathe, and each breath she did attempt to take felt strained. was he planning on making her a corpse by the end of the night? or reminding her that he very much could? holly couldn't quite decipher that just yet. all she knew, was that it definitely shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did. assuming he was planning on letting her live, she knew there would be bruises along the porcelain skin of her throat, and she looked forward to seeing them. eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of filming the nights events, sick desire to have her blind obedience forever captured on film taking over her. "make me famous. i want you to film me like this. so vulnerable and willing to let you do whatever you want to me." she'd love to have it documented for eternity, wanted to have him play it back for her so she could see how much of a slut she truly was. orion wasn't going to treat her like she could break at any second. in fact, he was only reminding her that he could easily break her instead, and that really amplified her lust. she wasn't weak, she wanted to show him that she could handle most of what he threw at her. fighting off her instincts to attempt to pull away was a challenge, but she'd been successful so far. it was only when he set a much quicker pace and forced her to remain in place that she could feel herself beginning to panic slightly. she couldn't breathe, and in the heat of the moment, she couldn't remind herself to at least try breathing through her nose.

nails bit into the palms of her hands, wrists jerking slightly, only reminding her of the way they were bound, belt digging harshly into her skin. she instinctively tried to pull away to catch her breath, though it was a pointless attempt, considering the fact that she was locked in place until he felt generous enough to give her oxygen. eyes squeezed tightly shut, unable to stop herself from shedding a few tears from the force he was using against her. she couldn't breathe, not when he was fucking her face the way he was. her eyes shot back open as she gagged on the man's cock, blinking to tell him she understood that she was indeed a worthless slut. when he finally gave her the courtesy of oxygen again, holly gasped for breath, desperately trying to regulate her breathing. her attempt was interrupted as she was brought back up to her feet and dragged over to her bed. he was definitely going to wreck her that night. "that's all i am right? a dumb whore?" she asked breathlessly. she shuddered when she felt the cool metal of a blade pressing against the nape of her neck. holly exhaled shakily, eyes squeezing shut and swallowing the nervous lump that'd settled within her throat. fuck. she was so turned on despite the newly presented weapon that was brought into the mix. "you brought a knife just for me daddy?" she asked gleefully. she was on high alert, taking the time to process the slow drag of the blade down her body until it reached her ass. "i would deserve it. i let you in here without really knowing who you are. that's how much of a stupid slut i am." the blonde groaned as her soaked, and now destroyed panties were shoved into her mouth, the makeshift gag a persistent reminder that she was absolutely sick in the head for allowing herself to get into such a vulnerable position. a cry was muffled by the panties at the harsh slap to her ass, wrists jerking slightly as she instinctively wanted to cling to something, the accidental movement only intensifying her pain.

[supercap2319]

Deceived

A/N: This came out darker than I meant to.

“Get out!” Sheriff Galpin said as Y/N walked out of his office. He just confronted the sheriff on the fact that his son, the cute barista at the Weathervane, was the giant monster slaughtering all the innocent people around here, and taking their body parts, but could he have been right, or could this have been a lapse in judgment? Y/N quickly walked out as he headed towards the doors of the police station, but a soft, gentle voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Y… Y/N, wait!” Tyler called after him. He walks towards the other boy as his dad comes out of his office, and stands in front of his son, hand extended out. “Tyler! No, no, what are you doing?!”

Tyler looks from his father to Y/N. “I need to talk to him, dad. He was my friend.”

Y/N tried not to feel disappointed at only being Tyler's ‘friend.’ Even though he hoped for them to be more than friends, he knew they could never be as long as Tyler was the one killing people, thanks to his master. Whoever she was , or he was.

“We’re in a police station. What’s going to happen?” Tyler looked at his dad and principal Weems as he said this. His father’s jaw tightened as he cast a disgusted look at Y/N, before returning his attention to his son. “Make it quick.” He walks back into his office.

Tyler looks at Y/N as he slowly approaches him, as he backs away from him in fear? Disgust? Hate? One of those emotions. “What do you want?” Tyler looks hurt as his blues lose their boyish shine as he frowns at the halfbreed. He holds up his hands in surrender. “To ask you a question.” He and Y/N stare at each other for a few moments before Tyler begins once again. “What does it feel like?”

“What does what feel like?” Y/N asks in confusion.

Tyler smiles. It isn’t one of a boyish demeanor, or of a friendly golden retriever puppy. It’s one of malice and everything is dark in the world. Evil. “To lose.” Y/N’s heart skips a beat as Tyler slowly cocks his head to the side in a sinister manner as he walks towards Y/N. His presence creates an ominous atmosphere. “You know, at first, I’d wake up naked, covered in blood. No idea what happened.” He chuckles softly, as if it were a fond memory of his. Y/N watches as his blue eyes get darker and dark until he can practically feel those blue orbs pierce his soul with their icy stare. “But over time, I started to remember. Everything.” He licks his bottom lip like a predator would when it spots its prey while it is hungry.

“The sounds of their screams. The panic in their eyes,” Tyler said. His voice was deep and husky, his breathing was heavy as he got so close to Y/N, that he practically leaned up and kissed him on the lips if he wanted to. He didn't, but he could. “And the fear so primal that I could fucking taste it on my tongue. And it was delicious.”

Y/N tries to back away, as Tyler quickly towered over him, and pulled him into a hug as his mouth came to his ear. His warm breath on the earlobe as he whispered to him. “You have no idea what’s coming. Or how badly I'm going to get you. Make you scream as I rip this pretty boy body of yours apart. Limb. By. Limb.”

He tried to move away from him as Y/N grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled Tyler back towards him. They were locked in another staring contest as Y/N leaned up. Lips achingly close to Tyler's that they could kiss. He was done playing the victim. Time to show Tyler what a real monster looked like. Perhaps the people of Jericho were right about him, after all.

“Not if I get you first, Ty,” Y/N whispered through hot tears of anger and sadness. The sorrow that the truth brought him. That Wednesday had been right in her suspension that Tyler was the Hyde, not Xavier. And the bitter truth is that the first guy he liked. His first kiss. Was all a lie. Of course, the first boy he would kiss would turn out to be a psychotic, serial-killing monster. Y/N had a type.

His eyes turned red with black veins coming out as his fangs popped out, sharp and piercing as he roughly bit down on the soft, tender neck of the curly-haired boy. Feeling the warmth of blood rush past his lips and tongue as he gulps, it down, making sure to leave a mark of remembrance. Not exactly a Ripper like his uncle in Virginia, but hard and rough enough to become one. Tyler grunts and groans, but he won't cry out. If he did, his dad would come out and throw Y/N in jail like he had Xavier, but Tyler didn't want that. No, he wanted Y/N for himself. This was a battle of dominance between two supernatural half-breeds. Who would submit first?

Tyler will admit that his lower regions started to stir as Y/N pulled off him and pushed him to his knees. He looked up at Y/N, who had blood dripping from his mouth as some of it fell on Tyler’s face. Y/N smirks as he wipes the blood off his face and licks it off his fingertip. That shouldn't have been hot, but it was.

Y/N pulled off his fingers. “You know you look good like that, on your knees for me. Maybe I'll let you suck me before I kill you.” He kneels down towards Tyler’s level before capturing the other boy in a kiss. It wasn't sweet by any means, as Tyler could taste his own blood on Y/N’s lips. All too soon, it ended as Y/N pushed Tyler away on his ass as he stood up. “See ya around, Ty.” he winks as the vampire speeded out of the station.

Tyler tried to ignore the pain in his neck as he stood up and rubbed his lips with the blood on them as he remembered Y/N’s lips there moments ago. Maybe he wouldn’t kill him just yet. No, he wanted to have some fun first. He looked down and saw he was hard in his jeans. He sighed as he looked up with a devilish smirk.

“Game on, Y/N.”

[spnwriterreincarnate]

Fic #1

Summary: you and the boys are on another hunt, this time to investigate the death of three women. But when you find out the cause, you’re put in immediate danger.

Trips to the morgue weren’t your favorite part of the job, but the power suit certainly was. Dark blue, hugging your figure, and deep enough pockets to fit your favorite knife… what more could a girl ask for? Sam and Dean walked ahead of you, leading the way into the morgue.

“Vic’s name was Leila Moores?” Dean asked as you all stepped around the dead body, the coroner at the head.

“Yeah, died of a heart attack, it seems.” The coroner seemed almost bored, his gray hair and ashes skin doing nothing to liven him up.

“Any weird markings on the skin?”

“What? No, just some pure, untainted skin.” The coroner shrugged at that, as if that wasn’t the creepiest phrasing ever. “Such a waste,” he muttered, shaking his head and pulling the blanket over the dead girl’s face.

“A waste?” You repeated, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, a waste,” the coroner repeated. “Such a pretty girl, now dead.”

“But this isn’t the only dead girl that’s popped up in town,” you added. This man was looking more and more like a suspect the longer you were around him. Who knew what kind of monster was hiding under that gray skin.

“Right, no, of course. It’s been a tragedy. But this one… well, she didn’t exactly get to experience life to the fullest.”

What then hell was this man trying to say? “All the other girls were about the same age,” Sam pointed out.

“Right, sure. But this one’s hymen is still intact.”

There was a brief moment of silence as you all realized just what this coroner was saying. “Ah. Such a waste.” Your flat tone and hard eyes meant nothing to the coroner, who just sighed and nodded in agreement.

“You don’t have to tell me. It’s nice to see more girls saving themselves, like they used to, but for nobody to even get to-“

“I’m gonna stop you there,” you ground out. Anger wasn’t the best word to describe what you were feeling. Rage, rage would be more appropriate. “You can-“

Dean swooped in and saved you from giving this man a tongue lashing so severe, he’d never be able to look at a woman again. “We’ll be heading out.” A strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, forcing you to turn around and out of the morgue.

“Dean you should’ve let me-“

“Blow our cover?”

“Oh cmon!! That guy was a grade A creep.”

“Let’s lodge an anonymous complaint and get on with the hunt,” Sam suggested. “Can do anything about every creep in the world.”

At that Sam and Dean turned around and started towards the exit.

Maybe not every creep in the world, but I can do something about one, you thought, rushing back to the morgue.

***

Fifteen minutes later you slid into the back of the impala.

“Do we even wanna know?” Dean asked in almost a growl.

“Nope.” Your voice was pleasant, a sweet, innocent smile playing at your lips.

“You can’t just-“ Dean started to berate you.

“Stop one asshole from ever being an asshole again?”

“What did you do?” Sam asked, turning to look at you. “Oh, uh, you’ve got a little blood…” Sam motioned to his left cheek, and you quickly wiped your own. “You know what? Better if we don’t know.”

And then the impala was moving. You could tell Dean was still pissed at you, with his tense shoulders and white grip on the steering wheel.

“Dean’s gonna drop me off at Penny Stancheon’s house. Victim number one. I’ll question the family,” Sam filled you in. “Then you two will go to Georgia Fairmont’s place and question her boyfriend.”

“Oh but Sam maybe I should go with you?” Stay with Dean when he’s pissed at you, or go with Sam who gets too scared to tell you off… no competition.

“Nope. You’re with me. Gotta keep an eye on you.” Dean sounded almost smug.

“I’m not a toddler,” you muttered, crossing your arms in defiance.

“No, of course not. You’re just a chick with impulse control issues that’s gonna blow our cover and get the real feds called.”

“He’s got a point,” Sam agreed, throwing you a pained look.

You grumbled some more, but at the end of the day the decision had been made.

It was a quick drive to Georgia’s place from Penny’s. You and Dean were quickly let into a small house by Georgia’s boyfriend, Derek.

“We’re sorry for your loss,” you started,” and we’ll make this quick. We just have a few questions.”

Dean started with all the usual questions, sulfur, cold spots. You took the opportunity to look around the room. Georgia had various sporting trophies set out, and there was an odd amount of crosses on the walls. Every picture of Georgian and her boyfriend might as well have been pictures of siblings, each with an arm stiffly wrapped around the other.

During a lull in the conversation you asked, “What was your relationship with Georgia like?”

Poor Derek looked down at the floor, obvious longing and sorrow in his eyes. “It was good. We were so similar on so many things. We both liked sports, we liked the same movies, heck we even had the same friends! And do you know how rare it is to find someone who’s faith matches your own?” Tears filled Derek’s eyes. “She was perfect for me. And only me.”

“Was Georgia a Virgin?” Any and all tact was gone as a theory started to build. A theory that worried you to no end.

“Um, I don’t see how that’s any of your-“

“We believe there might be a connection between all the recent victims,” you quickly explained.

“Like a serial killer going after virgins?” Derek seemed appalled. “Well, uh, in that case… yes. We were saving ourselves until marriage.”

As Dean wrapped up the conversation with Derek, you quickly texted Sam, telling him to ask Penny’s parents the same.

Once back at the motel, which the knowledge that all three women were virgins, the research began. And it was quick work too. All three victims died in a way that left no cuts, burns, or blemishes. All that was left on each victim was a sliver of gray hair where there hadn’t been before.

“Okay, so get this,” Sam started, “apparently the Aztec god, Huitzilopochtli, would regularly be given virgin sacrifices. But once the conquistadors invaded, those stopped. But then some sort of plague went around to all the unmarried women, which left them dead, but with a strip of gray hair where there wasn’t before.”

“Okay, so this hitzala-“

“Huitzilopochtli,” Sam corrected, giving Dean a pointed look.

“Right, him. So this god gets hungry for Virgin blood and just starts taking it? Where’s he been the last thousand years?”

“I don’t think he’s ever gone away. Just traveled from small town to small town. There’s cases like this going back hundreds of years.”

“Well, at least we know the guy’s type,” you spoke up, trying to remain calm. While Sam has been talking a lot had grown deeper and deeper in your stomach. “Is there any way to know who the next victim will be?”

“There are reports of the women hearing his voice and hallucinating.”

“Derek didn’t mention that,” Dean said.

“Yeah, but they were crazy religious. She might’ve thought it was a demon or something. Kept it to herself,” you explained.

“Penny’s parents mentioned she was acting strange before she died. Eyes constantly going over the room, like she was looking for someone,” Sam added.

Okay, so as long as you didn’t hear any voices, you’d be okay.

“That doesn’t help us a whole lot in finding the next victim.” Dean plopped down in the chair next to you. “Can’t exactly go up and ask a girl if she’s a virgin. Hey! Maybe we can get re-virginized!”

“Huitzilopochtli only goes after women,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“Well, maybe I can help,” you said, voice quieter than normal.

“We’re not using you as bait,” Dean decided.

“I don’t think becoming a virgin will work anyway,” Sam dismissed you. “It’s too risky, anyway. We can’t waste time watching you if he’s gonna go for the real deal.”

“Yeah, right, about that…” you could look them in the eye. You just stared at your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

“Y/N, there’s no way,” Dean said.

“Wait, really?” Sam asked.

“How in the hell-“ Dean started.

“It Just never happened, okay!” You finally exploded, throwing your hands up and slapping them onto your thighs. “I hunted with my dad until I was nineteen, so I couldn’t exactly sneak any men past his protective ass. Then I was with Bobby for a few years, same thing. And anytime I had the chance, the options were just…” you face screwed up in distaste. “And then we all got together and life has just been go go go and so I never did it with anybody!” Your face was beet red, your chest heaving slightly from the word diarrhea you’d just released. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as both men just stared at you. “But, um, I’m happy to help,” you added weakly.

“No-“ Dean started to say, but was quickly cut off by Sam.

“Well, maybe. So far everything I read says the only way to kill the god, or at least put him out of commission for a thousand years, is for the Virgin to lose her virginity once he’s picked her.”

Sam’s words swam in your head for a second. “So, wait. I’d get picked and then I’d have to-“

“Not happening!” Dean decided, standing up from his seat.

“Dean, shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I guess there’s no time like the present. Virginity is a stupid concept anyway.” You knew you were trying to convince yourself more than Sam and Dean. In truth, the whole concept freaked you out. You didn’t want some random dude. You wanted someone you trusted. Someone you were attracted to. Someone you knew would take care of you. “But how can we guarantee I’ll get picked?”

And with the comedic timing of an 80’s sitcom, you heard a low, growling voice, “Y/N…”

“-and then we can hopefully make sure it’s you,” Sam finished whatever he was saying.

“Uh, well, I guess there’s slim picking of virgins in town, because I heard him.”

“Motherfucker,” Dean muttered, moving closer to you. “How long do we have, Sammy?”

“Penny’s family said they noticed her acting weird two days before she…”

“Yeah, I got it.” Two days. You had two days to lose your virginity or you’d die.

[heartfullofleeches]

Ocs with a serial killer reader??? Like the reader just looks like an innocent person who can stand up for themselves but in private their an extreme sadist that liked torturing people just to get a rise out of them?

By the way love you work❤

Liu: considering the whole cannibal thing, Liu is one of the best people to come out to. She can even eat bones. She's a little on the fence at first due to her denial of her urges, but eventually warms up to an easy meal. Do not eat their chili

Elliott: the second best to come out to. The deed is fun to do himself, but if he had a killer darling that's a match made in heaven. Probably how you too met tbh. He'll make films from your kills and even offers to design a costume for you. Good at clean up as well

Daina: third best- probably higher than the other two. Given she's final girl- and has a few screws loose- she escapes your Ramages and comes back with open arms. Lures folks to you and uses the nursing skills she learned as camp counselor to patch you up.

Host: Basically- "Hey check out my pet- think it bites" Finds your violent bursts adorable. Humans are pawns beside you so he doesn't mind letting you stab a contestant or two- preferably after the show but he's not judgin'

Alasdair: "please put the knife down" Aside from one other party, he's the only one who will actively try to stop you. The last thing he wants is for you to be separated for the rest of entirety because you couldn’t stop acting folks

Pin: Completely neutral. While they aren't an outright killer, they do have their moments so they can complain. Probably uses the corpses as reference/material for their bodies

Baron: He's (usually) a good boy for a demon, but after trying to get you to light up he eventually gives up and just follows by your side like the puppy he his.

Selene: She acts oblivious. You're not like that all the time. Her loving spouse every other day of the week. She turns a blind eye and kisses you with welcome - ignoring the twisted faces behind you and screams that died so long ago

C.C: Slay Queen/King. Humans have never been much to C.C excluding you so he doesn't care. Probably would be right beside you, but doing lesser crimes like robbery because he doesn't want to get blood on his new shoes. Finds it hot seeing you covered in blood - but doesn't announce it

Travis: I've answered this for him before, but basically it tears him apart inside, but he turns a blind eye unless you try to leave him

Casper: Feels a bit bad but if you convince them the victim was a bad person they'll let it slide. They know the truth but act dumb to stay on your good side

Static: doesn't really like to kill and doesn't like the idea of you doing it either. They're extremely aggressive, but don't normally harm people unless they do after you. Grumbles about it and steals your kills just so the blood isn't on your hands

Jeremiah: All sinners deserve a second chance- even ones that still commit crimes. Keeps a leash on you and tries to lessen your body count by picking souls who truly can't be saved

Cherry: As his master, Cherry can't complain. He's a little down about the clean up, but wants nothing more than to please

Maddox: Pretty sad about it. Sure they're a grim reaper, but life should be celebrated while it lasts. If your count is far too high, they'll drag you away to their realm so you couldn’t do anymore harm

Verona: knows its bad, but finds intrigue in studying the corpses. She tells you off, but is pretty quiet when the deed is already done

[buckyownsmylife]

Worst Behavior - Chris Evans smut

The one where it was supposed to be a sex scene, but Chris fucked you for real - and he didn’t care that your boyfriend was watching

Warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on oc boyfriend with Chris), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: thank you to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for looking this over and giving me her thoughts about it. Writing is such a better process with you to scream about it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was seething when I burst through her trailer’s door, so out of my mind that the sight of her raising a hand over her heart, clearly startled, didn’t make me feel even remotely guilty.

“So this is it, huh? We’re gonna film this one last scene, and then you’ll be back by his side, like you and I were nothing, like I never even mean anything to you.” Somewhere inside my troubled mind, a tiny, still emotionally sober part of me saw her wiping a stray tear after it immediately fell from her eye, clearly not wanting to show this sign of weakness in front of me.

But again, I was too out of it to care. I wanted her to hurt, I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling, after all she put me through. How could she expect me to leave this set like I was the same man that met her? She had fundamentally changed me, by showing me how to love and be loved, how it was possible to find in a single person the answer to all of my needs and desires for my future.

I couldn’t just go on pretending I didn’t know what I knew now. But that’s what she intended to do. She wanted to leave and keep living in the pretense that nothing had changed, that she was still in love with the man waiting for her on set.

I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. I knew it because there was no way my feelings were one-sided, no way everything we had gone through had only mattered that much to me. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. And I knew this was all just fear and anxiety, clouding her mind and stopping her from going after what she truly wanted.

Unfortunately, the only way I could process these emotions at the moment was through anger.

“Is that how you see me?” Her sweet voice surprised me, I didn’t expect her to actually respond to my hurt-filled accusations. “Do you think I’m that cruel, that I would just be able to… to leave and forget you like this?”

I huffed, too inside my own mind to relent now. Yes, this is how I saw her, at least at that moment. She was the cause of my hurt, because she was the object of my desires.

“You’re doing this out of your own free will,” I reminded her. “Don’t try to pretend you’re just some innocent little victim in all of this. You have our fate in your hands, and you’re deciding to let it all go to waste.”

At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, my decision to leave was made even before she ordered me out of her trailer. I couldn’t stand to see her cry, couldn’t deal with the knowledge that I was the cause for it.

So, once again, I turned that distress into anger.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The air was chilly on set, and the fact that I was practically naked under the robe didn’t help. Neither did the tension between Chris and I. I wanted to make things right, I wanted to reach over and run my hands over his shoulders, relax the muscles I’d come to know so well. But I couldn’t do that right now. Not with my boyfriend watching us.

So I resigned myself to fiddling with my fingers as we waited for the set to be ready. Since it was one of those artistic sex shots, it would be filmed from a distance and there wouldn’t be any lines or sounds that we had to make, just movements to simulate. Which meant that the few people that were allowed to stay on the set had to watch the whole thing unfold from afar, and we would be free to fake having sex while they filmed us.

I don’t think I realized this could very well be the last time I had Chris this close to me until I had his mouth on mine again. I could still feel the emotions from earlier that day right beneath the surface, boiling his blood as he buried his hand on my hair and devoured my lips like he’d done so many times before.

Good thing the scene called for desperation.

I kissed him back just as desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this experience, even if it wasn’t exactly what I desired at that time. Chris always kissed me so well, guiding me to where he wanted, and in no time at all he had me sprawled on the bed, underneath his larger body. I couldn’t help but to moan lowly when his lips attached themselves to my jaw, and I felt his smirk against my skin.

I couldn’t blame him. The effect he had on me was incomparable. He had every right to be smug about the sounds he could pull from me, Lord knows I’d cried out his name enough times to permanently puncture my own ear drums.

And still, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. The more he touched me - even if it was under a blanket, for a scene - the clearer it became that it could never be enough. I still wanted him. I wanted him forever, in fact.

But just as the realization occurred to me, his thumb slipped over my covered clit, pressing on the little nub and making me jerk away in surprise. “Shhh…” He directed, making sure to cover my face with his bicep so the camera wouldn’t catch my shock. “Just relax so it doesn’t hurt.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until I felt him pulling the flimsy excuse of underwear aside. That’s when my cunt pulsed, just before he positioned his cock and easily slid right into my wetness.

The feeling of his thickness was too much, especially when I wasn’t expecting it. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he moved his arm so the camera could see it, but also turned his head to the other side so they wouldn’t notice his lips moving as he murmured to me, “Careful, sweetheart. Can’t make any real sounds. Not like the ones I usually pull from you. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to realize that we’re actually doing it, huh?”

Chris’ P.O.V.

My desire for her ran so deep, I could hear my blood pumping in my veins as I fucked her right in front of her boyfriend. Right in front of everyone from the filming crew, for the camera to see.

I took sick pleasure in knowing this moment would be eternalized for history. Everyone would see just how pretty she looks for me and only for me, and no one would ever know the truth.

No one would ever know the truth. That I had her, that she was mine, but only for a bit. That I got to hold her, and have her screaming my name, but I’d never get to hear it again. I’d never get to have her again.

I didn’t want to have to pretend that I forgot it. Like I didn’t know this other side of her, that we never shared these sexual experiences that felt much more intimate than anything I’d ever shared with anyone else before.

It was hard to pretend that I didn’t care underneath the mask of a character that cared too much, because I was that character. I loved this woman just like he did, and I wanted to show her just how much.

I’d looked for her in everyone I’d met before. Slept with so many women, went out on so many dates, and now here she was, clenching around my cock, reaching for my hand and still, she wasn’t mine.

How can you keep looking for the love of your life if you’ve already met them?

And even if there was emotion - and there was so much emotion, ours or of our characters, it didn’t matter anymore - this felt so dirty, dirtier than anything else we’d ever done before.

I’d had her in so many ways, and still, having her now, right in front of him, brought new feelings I never expected to feel. And I couldn’t suffer through them alone. I needed to make sure she’d acknowledged it too.

“He has no idea, you know,” I whispered, low enough so the only person who could hear was her. Her eyes met mine in surprise, but she kept in character, while I took advantage of my position to taunt her more. “No one has. No one knows you only look like this when you have my dick inside of you.”

A moan broke free from her, making me smile inwardly even though I couldn’t smirk like I wanted to. I let go of one of her hands to push a few strands of hair away from her face, so both the camera and I could get a good vision of her expression.

“You’re such a good girl for me, honey. He could never get you like this. Only I can do that.” The way she clawed at my back made it obvious that I was right. And still, the reality of our situation didn’t allow for me to feel any sort of pride in that.

I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to cum and have to pull out of her, let her go back to him and their life as I was left by myself. “I can’t let you go,” I admitted, and her eyes opened up to meet mine, a slight sparkle of understanding in them. “Not like this,” I continued. “Not ever.”

And still, my hips picked up the pace and brought us to that old familiar high, right when I came to terms with the fact that I’d have to leave her. “Baby,” I whispered, this time knowing the microphone would pick it up.

Our eyes connected once more, but this time, there was mostly pain, from my gaze and from hers. I stood there for as long as I could, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, until the director’s voice freed us from the scene, and then I was forced to leave.

Before I did though, I had one last thing to say.

“I don’t want to have to miss you.”

One thing was certain. It would be impossible to remain professional during the press conference.

[thebluespirit83]

debunking pro-snape/anti-james arguments and putting it on the internet because clearly i hate myself. buckle up. this is gonna be a VERY long post. im ready for the amount of hate i will get; im willing to take one for the team. 

1. james forced lily into dating/marrying/etc him 

this literally never happened? because its almost as if lily is her own person who is able to stand up for herself-

“I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.

She turned on her heel and hurried away [from james]. 

-and so she would not allow someone to walk all over her. its almost as if james (canonically) matured as a person, and she appreciated this, realised he was a good person and got feelings for him? because james’ only negative traits were that he was conceited and a show off. people are able to mature and grow from these things! james did this! he did not ‘force’ lily to go out with him!

2. james and the other marauders bullied snape

you know what, i cant even disagree with this one. you’re right - they did bully him. but lets look a little bit at the context. 

sirius and james were both upper class, naive white rich boys. they are idiots. they were both stupid smart teenagers!! they were popular! and while this does not excuse the gross bullying snape was subject to-

Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape’s mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him

Several people watching laughed; Snape was clearly unpopular ... Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.

-it (unfortunately) makes sense with context. james and sirius also stopped bullying people, and even expressed discomfort/regret with the way they acted-

“I’m not proud of it,” said Sirius quickly.

“Of course he was a bit of an idiot!” said Sirius bracingly, “we were all idiots!

[sirius talking to remus] you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes

A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it.

-when they were younger! i’d also like to point out these little lines i noticed when i was finding quotes for my argument which snape stans like to ignore:

James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other

I mean, he [snape] never lost an opportunity to curse James

there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’s face, spattering his robes with blood

wow, look at that. the hate they felt for each other was mutual! snape also jinxed james! but oh wait - james was the one who matured! snape was the one who bullied his son twenty years later because he looked like james! 

3. snape didnt abuse the kids at hogwarts 

here’s a real argument i saw when looking through some pro-snape posts: ‘snape wasn’t an abuser, because abusers don’t let their victims retaliate, but snape did let the kids talk back to him’

what. the. fuck?! 

this is the dictionary.com definition of abuse: ‘to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way’ or ‘to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about’. i’m pretty sure snape did both of these things-

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”

“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb.

Snape threw Harry from him with all his might.

[hermione’s teeth]  "I see no difference."

‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape [at neville]

-on multiple occasions. i’d also like to remind you guys that neville’s worst fear is SNAPE?! his TEACHER, a figure that is supposed to be there for emotional and educational support is his worst fear in this entire world?! above the woman who drove his parents to insanity? over failure, over his abusive grandmother, over everything? his teacher? and for the pro-snaper that used this quote-

Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically.

-to claim that it was a joke, it isn’t a joke. because when snape came out of that cupboard, he was terrified. yes, it’s an embarrassing thing to have as your boggart, but the point is is that it is. he is terrified of that man. 

4. james only joined the order because his wife was a muggleborn and he ‘had to’

this is just factually incorrect. james had been sticking up for muggleborn rights since he was in school, far before he started dating or even became friends with lily: 

“Apologize to Evans!” James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.

“I’d NEVER call you a - you-know-what!”

so this is literally not true!! plus, at least he did join the order, whatever his reasons where (which were canonically good). snape didnt join the order. snape was friends with someone who suffered discrimination in society, and instead of using his privilege to help her and support her, he joined a group that was set on murdering people like her. when james had a friend who underwent oppression (remus/lycanthropy) you know what he did? he illegally became an animagus. 

5. snape had to be a death eater to survive at hogwarts as he roomed with blood supremacists

this is the shittiest excuse i have ever seen in my entire life. as a poc, this comment really reminds me of the argument ‘i was raised in a racist white household! i cant control my beliefs!’

you can always control your beliefs. i understand not going on big rants about blood inequality in front of a bunch of supremacists, and i understand wanting to blend and fit in (especially because he was unpopular and needed the support the slytherin boys provided), but i will never understand then becoming an active member of the group yourself. he got the dark mark. he helped voldemort. he was a death eater, and a proud one at that! no-one forced him to join. this argument literally makes my blood boil. 

6. snape had a lot of trauma from being raised in an abusive household

okay? so did sirius. so did neville. luna was bullied at school, just like snape. harry lived in an abusive household. did any of those people bully children? did any of those people join a blood supremacist group? and dont get me wrong, im not calling any of these people perfect - they all had a lot of flaws - but none of them hurt another people to the extreme that snape did. 

7. snape saved the trio’s lives many times

this is the absolute bare minimum. ‘oh wow, he didnt let harry die!! what a king! he should be respected and praised! we should excuse all of his other actions because he didnt let people die <3′ 

8. snape is not a perfect person, he also did good that many people overlook

you’re right, snape did do some good things in his life. but unfortunately, for me and many others, doing a couple of good things doesnt excuse all of the shitty, abusive things he did too. we’re not ignoring them - we just dont think they’re good enough reasons to forgive him. 

‘but james and sirius hurt others! you ignore all the bad things they did in favour of the good!’ you do the same thing with snape, first of all. second, they did a lot of good stuff. james’ and sirius’ only crimes were being annoying. for being a bit of a dick, conceited, knew they were hot and were a bit entitled. while these things are annoying as fuck, they were also stupid teens that eventually grew out of their behaviour and became better people. not perfect! better. while snape just stayed bitter at the marauders, long after their deaths, and even took his anger out on an innocent child. 

9. people only hate snape because he was poc and queer coded

as a poc and queer person, please stop. this is a very bad excuse. being poc and queer (which im pretty sure he isnt, but anyway) doesnt excuse you from your actions. plus, a huge amount of harry potter readers are poc and lgbtq. why would they hate snape for those reasons?! 

so thats all i got for today. im not gonna go into a deep snily/jily thing because i literally cannot be bothered. anyway im done. i need to go revise, i’ve already spent long enough on this. 

[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

[hizashis-lil-bunbun]

No Rest for the Wicked- HardDom!Dabi X Fem! Brat Reader

Prompt: Dabi just wants to take a nap but everything goes wrong

I asked a friend in one of my discord groups for a random writing prompt when I was up late. Something about this one activated my inner ✨brat✨

Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.3k

Kinks/Warnings: brat taming, degradation, pain play, spanking, belting, mild dacryphilia, bondage, edging and denial, hints of dubcon

Banner made by the always lovely @ladyshinigami!

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Exhausted.

That was the best way to sum up Dabi’s mood as he trudged through the bar fronting the League’s headquarters. Shigaraki had sent him out on a mission with orders to “stake out and take out” a small band of up-and-coming heroes. It had been easy enough to find them (newbies can never resist being flashy), but making sure they were all disposed of was another matter. A matter only made more complicated by a few rogue civilians that happened to spot him. It had taken him two full days to track everyone down, leaving him covered in blood, soot, and burns. In short, Dabi needed a break.

“Well, well, well.” Came the nasally voice of their fearless leader, “The prodigal son returns! Took you long enough, Dabi. Hope that means you didn’t fuck up the mission.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Dabi snaps back, too tired and sore to care about his tone. Not that he’d be any kinder to Shigaraki if he wasn’t. “I did what you asked and left no witnesses. Now piss off before I turn you into a smoldering pile.”

Shigaraki didn’t rise to Dabi’s bait, opting to simply flip him the bird before going back to whatever game console he was currently obsessed with. Dabi returns the gesture in kind, glowering as he disappears behind the bar and into the League’s living quarters. Their warehouse provides more than enough space for everyone to have their own room, and the boss even allowed them to decorate and furnish them as they pleased. Wasn’t that generous? Dabi plods down the hallway to his assigned room and kicks open the door only to find it was occupied. By you.

“Dabi?” You question for a moment before your eyes light up with excitement. “Dabi! You’re back!”

As a fellow Stain devotee, you’d sought out the LOV and been initiated as a member a mere six months ago. And two months later, you’d been initiated into Dabi’s bed. You wouldn’t exactly call yourselves “lovers.” Love was few and far between in a hornet’s nest of villains. But you’d certainly become something more than the occasional lay.

He grunts as he stalks into the room, shedding his coat and boots as he went. Dabi was never big on grand displays of affection. And in his current state, that small show of acknowledgment may as well have been equivalent to a bear hug.

“I missed you.” You chirp back, undeterred by his gruff response. “How was the mission?”

“Long and shitty.” Came his terse reply as he strips off the rest of his clothes and grabs a towel from a nearby wall hook. “I need a fucking shower.”

He wraps the towel around his waist before he sets about searching for body wash and a first aid kit. Greedy eyes roam the plane of his toned torso, eager to touch the scarred and stapled flesh you’d spent many a night mapping out. Before joining the League, you’d never had an opinion one way or the other on touch or physical intimacy. You didn’t dislike it by any means; it was just something people did, fuck buddies or otherwise. But now that you’d shared a bed with Dabi, your perspective had changed. His rough touch was your drug of choice, intoxicating in all the best ways. And with him being gone for almost 72 hours? It was safe to say you were jonesing for a hit.

“Oooh, sounds like fun.” You purr, sprawling out on the mattress in a catlike stretch. “Want me to join you? I think we could use a little… quality time together.”

He snorts derisively at that, straightening up once he’d found his supplies and fixing you with a deep scowl. So pretty even when he’s pissed. You bat your eyelashes in return.

“Don’t get cute, dollface. Once I get cleaned up I’m passing out for the next century.”

Before you can shoot off another coquettish remark, he turns on his heel and marches out the door in the direction of the communal showers. You huff and clamber out of bed to follow him, determined that he wouldn’t get away so easily.

“C’mon Dabi!” You whine, trotting along behind him as he stalks down the hallway. “I haven’t seen you in days! Are you really just gonna give me the cold shoulder?”

“Yup.” He snaps back, shooting you a harsh glare over said shoulder before barging through the bathroom door. From the other side you can hear his bark of “Move it, psycho!” followed by an indignant squeak from whom you can only assume to be Toga. You huff and stamp your foot like a petulant child, turning on your heel to flounce off in the direction of the League’s bar front.

“Bastard.” You seethe under your breath, “Who does he think he is, ignoring me like that? It’s his fault I’m so pent up. If I tried ignoring him when he was all hot and bothered–!”

You pause for a moment as a lightbulb goes off in your head. A single impish thought flashes through your mind and it causes your lips to curl into a Cheshire grin. He wants to play games? You’ll give him games.

You continue your trek into the dimly-lit, woodpandeled speakeasy, a renewed vigor in your stride as you make a beeline for the bar top. Kurogiri is standing behind it as per usual, wiping out a pint glass like the faithful bartender he pretends to be. You sidle up to the bar and place both hands on the oaken surface, adopting a sweet, too-innocent lilt to your voice.

“Kuro-baby.” You purr, the cutesy pet name causing the misty specter to look up from his task. “Can I have a glass of water, please? With lots of ice, if you don’t mind.”

Wordlessly, Kurogiri sets down the glass and picks up a shorter one, using it to scoop up a generous portion of ice from the freezer below before filling it nearly to the brim from the tap. If he has any suspicion of you, he’s very good at hiding it. The same can’t be said for Shigaraki, sitting a few stools down from you and still tapping away at the buttons of his console.

“Fucking with Staples again?” He questions disinterestedly, followed by a hiss of annoyance when the game lets out a series of gunshots. He must have gotten himself killed again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You shoot back airily, swiping the glass from Kurogiri’s outstretched hand and hopping off your own barstool.

“It’s your funeral!” He calls after you, waving you off with one hand. You snicker as you march back into the living quarters, one hand wrapped around the chilled glass and the other flattened over the top to ensure you won’t spill a drop along the way. Soon you find yourself back in front of the bathroom door and, suppressing the urge to giggle, you slowly push through it and into the steamy room beyond. In spite of the hideout’s outward appearance, the place is surprisingly clean and well-kempt (all thanks to den mother Kurogiri). Two sinks stand against the left-hand side of the wall, with two doors opposite them leading to the toilets. Next to the sinks are the showers: three open-faced, tile cubes barely covered by flimsy plastic curtains. Toga is standing in front of the nearest sink, wearing a skimpy pair of Hello Kitty pajamas and washing the blood and goop from her latest transformation out of her navy, pleated skirt. She looks up at you when you enter and you quickly put one finger to your lips, smirking as you point between the glass and the running shower beyond. Toga lets loose a sadistic giggle of her own before hastily shushing herself when you hear Dabi’s bark of “Pipe down out there!”

As you move past her, you can see her mouth the words, “You’re so dead, big sis.”

You can feel a jolt of adrenaline course through your veins as you sneak up to the edge of the tiled wall separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom, the glass in your hand shaking briefly. A small amount of water sloshes over the rim and spatters onto the floor, the sound barely overshadowed by the shower.

“Doll?”

His low, rumbling voice coming from the other side of the curtain sends another shiver down your spine.

“What are you up to out there?” He growls dangerously, as if he has a sixth sense when it comes to you and your shenanigans. For just a moment, the rational part of your brain takes over and makes you question your actions. Dabi’s already in a foul mood, and getting worse by the second by the sound of it. Maybe if you hold off and behave like a good girl–

Your body seems to move of its own accord. The next thing you know, the contents of the glass are sailing through the air, arching high over the plastic curtain rod and landing with a messy splat onto your unwitting victim on the other side.

“What the fu–!” Dabi’s curse is cut off by yours and Toga’s mad giggling as you sprint out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Passing by a very confused-looking Spinner, you dart inside Dabi’s room and slam the door, locking it for good measure. Seconds later, he’s pounding on it, using enough force that you’re convinced it might splinter and break off its hinges.

“Open this door right now and make this easier on yourself!” He roars, furiously jiggling the handle.

You let him pound away for a few more seconds, in part to allow yourself time to catch your breath but mostly to delay the unenviable punishment. With a deep, steadying breath, you plaster on a mildly amused expression, undo the lock, and pull open the door. Dabi is visibly seething, water dripping from his hair and cascading in rivulets down his toned chest onto the towel slung low on his hips. His brows are knitted together in rage, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously while one hand is still raised in a fist.

“Oh hey, babe. Done with the shower al–?”

His hands are around your throat before you can blink, your sassy remark devolving into a high-pitched squeak.

“You little bitch.” He spits at you, forcibly backing you further into the room as he advances. “Was that your idea of a joke?”

“N-no.” You gasp in response, voice slightly raspy from the pressure on your jugular. “I just thought–“

“Thought what exactly?” Dabi growls, kicking the door shut behind him with one foot before giving your shoulders a hard shove and pushing you onto the bed. You land with a slight bounce, the momentum giving you just enough time to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Well?” He hisses, venom dripping from the word as he glares down at you.

“I was worried.” You start slowly, tone almost loving as you gaze up at him with big, doe eyes. “You seemed so tense when you got back. And don’t think I didn’t notice those new burns on your arms. So I thought, since the mission was so hard on you…”

Your face suddenly splits into a shit-eating grin.

“I thought you might need to cool down for a minute.”

Dabi blinks for a second, seemingly struck dumb by your remark. And then his hands are back on you in an instant, roughly flipping you over to lie chest-down with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Of all the stupid–“

Your shirt is ripped over your head from behind.

“Immature–“

There goes the bra, clasps and straps lost to a wildfire of blue flames as it falls away from your body in a charred heap.

“Bratty little schemes.”

Your leggings and panties are harshly yanked down, slipped off, and discarded into some unknown corner of the room. You feel cool air hit your legs and backside, moments before a harsh slap lands on your right cheek. With a yelp, you cast a wide-eyed glance over your shoulder at the menacing presence behind you; a pillar of rage and sadistic urges looming over your naked form.

“You wanted my attention that badly, dollface? Well I’m sorry to say you’ve got it now.”

Before you can react beyond a pained, needy whimper, Dabi hooks his right arm under your thighs to haul you up and onto the bed. He lays his full weight across your back and reaches around and underneath the farthest edge of the bed to produce a simple, black cuff, attached to the nylon spreader running along the underside of the mattress. Giving it a few cursory tugs, he grabs ahold of your right wrist and yanks it towards the corresponding corner, attaching the device with practiced speed and precision. You continue to writhe and pant below him, muttering a litany of curses and “no’s” as he does the same to the opposite side. You’re now bound by both wrists, unable to do more than thrash wildly on the mattress in a humiliating, spread eagle position.

“Seems like you need a reminder of who’s in charge around here.” He snarls in your ear, pushing himself off of you and marching over to his discarded pile of clothing. You can hear the soft rustle of fabric, followed by the telltale clink of metal on metal that makes your eyes go wide.

“Y-you wouldn’t dare…” You start breathlessly, just before the first blinding sting of leather greets your exposed skin, right at the juncture where the soft swell of your ass meets the tender flesh of your thighs.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Dabi says mockingly, his tone dripping with false pity and saccharine sweetness as he takes his place at the edge of the bed once more. “I don’t have any problems dealing with a mouthy… little… brat like you.”

His words are punctuated by three more vicious blows, this time striking the meatiest part of your ass and sending the pliant flesh jiggling. The metal rivets in his belt only add to the pain, biting into your rapidly heating flesh and causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. Shifting your hips in a futile attempt to get away from Dabi and his newfound torture device, you roll partly onto your side and look over at him with watery, pleading eyes.

“S-sir… Dabi, please!” You sputter out, voice already wavering as your resolve crumbles beneath the stinging sensation. But Dabi’s not in the mood for bargaining. Instead, he growls as he wraps an arm around your waist and shoves his left knee underneath your belly, hiking your ass further into the air.

“Hold still!” He barks at you, another crack of his belt sending a fresh wave of searing pain along your already raw skin. You scream in agony, unable to do more than wriggle and squirm against his hold.

“Start counting, brat.” He demands huskily, your only warning before the next punishing spank meets your burning flesh.

“One!” You gasp out, “I’m sorry! Please–!”

Another blow lands, somehow harder than all the others, revisiting the spot where ass and thigh meet and causing you to wail in pain.

“Too late for apologies, dollface. The only thing I wanna hear from that slutty little mouth is counting. Understand me?”

The arm looped around your waist tightens in warning, and you hiccup before sputtering out a shaky, “T-two.”

“That’s more like it.”

He continues spanking you at a steady pace, the only respite coming when he pauses to hear you choke out the next number. By ten strokes, you’re bawling. By fifteen, you’re practically brain dead, unable to quell the sobs that wrack through your body or think beyond the next count. He mercifully stops at twenty, dropping the belt and loosening his own grip on you. All you can focus on is the burning pain radiating out from your tanned backside, sobbing as you bury your face into the pillow below you for comfort. Dabi’s own breathing is heavy and ragged, and he takes a few deep, measured breaths to steady himself. After a few moments, that hand that once held his belt is carefully laid on the curve of your ass, and you gasp both at the gentle touch and the shock of prickly pain it brings. Judging by the way he strokes the heated flesh, you’re sure the silver eyelets have left a series of bruises behind.

“S-s-sir.” You blubber, “I’m... I…”

“Shhhh, quiet down.” He says softly, voice uncharacteristically tender as he runs his hand along the width of your heated cheeks. “It’s over now. You did so well.”

The unexpected praise makes you whimper beneath his affections, devolving into a quiet moan as his hand travels even lower, fingers coming to rest at the entrance to your heated core. He begins to gently massage at your folds, middle finger slipping inside to find you impossibly wet and clenching around the digit.

“You filthy little thing…” He breathes out on a chuckle, “Are you really that turned on by me beating the hell out of your cute little ass?”

His finger delves deeper, pussy eagerly sucking him in as you keen below him. His free hand begins to lightly scratch up and down your back, goosebumps rising in the wake of each careful caress. Without thinking, you shift further onto your knees, fighting through the pain to push against his hand.

“Please, Sir.” You moan wantonly, “More. Please.”

With another dark chuckle, Dabi slips a second finger inside of you and begins to languidly pump them in and out. Pain and pleasure meld together in a sinful symphony, pants and whimpers coming from you as you rock your abused body against his own scarred flesh. He adjusts the angle and crooks his fingers downwards, curling them just shy of that sensitive bundle of nerves you know would have you seeing stars. Your back arches as you hungrily push against him, dignity forgotten in the face of pure, carnal desire.

“Getting impatient, are we?” He growls teasingly, fingers suddenly slipping out from your sopping core and wrenching a high-pitched whine from the back of your throat. He moves off the bed entirely, ordering you to stay put as he walks over to the nearby dresser and opens up the top drawer. Like the cuffs would allow you to do anything otherwise.

“Ah, here we go.” He says after a few seconds of rummaging, striding back over to the bed and taking up residence behind you. You feel the mattress dip under his weight seconds before his hands find your hips, roughly hauling them upwards and forcing your face further into the pillows. You shriek as he grabs ahold of your left cheek and squeezes harshly, pain shooting up your spine like a bolt of summer lightning. Something hard and cool prods at your quivering entrance, briefly brushing against your clit before being plunged inside of you. The sudden stretch feels at once too much and deeply satiating, sending burning, pleasurable heat licking across your oversensitized nerves. Once the toy is sunk to the hilt, Dabi gives a short grunt of satisfaction before sliding off the bed and circling around to lean over your quivering form. You turn your head to face him and he smirks at the sight of your fucked out expression: eyes red and puffy, cheeks streaked with half-dried tears, lips swollen from the bluntness of your own teeth.

“Aren’t you a sight?” He hums lowly, brushing away an errant strand of hair to plant a condescending kiss to your temple. “Such a needy little slut for me.”

With another dark chuckle, Dabi pats your cheek, straightens up, and turns towards the door.

“Wait!” You squeak out, squirming against your restraints as you watch his retreating back. “You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

“That’s the plan, dollface.” He shoots back, casting you a wicked grin over his left shoulder as he pulls the door open. “At least until I finish my shower.”