#an insanity inducing perfect mess

[panncakes]

i have not stopped thinking about dare you to death since i've seen that pilot trailer thank you very much

[seresinhangmanjake]

Could we please get Feyd x reader where they have an arranged marriage with feyd and the House Harkonnen expects her to be replused by him . But instead reader is completely obsessed with him and finds him so hot because he is lol and he can do no wrong. LOVE YOUR FEYD STORIES 💌

Unexpected

Feyd-Rautha x Reader

Notes/Warnings: None, i think. I mean, arranged marriages? That's not really a warning though. Anyway, i fear this kind of sucks. My writing has been messed up lately. Hopefully, you guys still enjoy it anyway.

Words: 2100

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They’ve been chattering for what has felt like hours—going on about dresses and parties, servant boys they find particularly interesting—and at some point, your mind could no longer take the dull droning, and so you drifted onto thoughts of him. 

You know everything about him, read everything about his family. You saw his face in an updated textbook about the Great Houses, drawn in what you hope is a perfect likeness, because if it is, then he’s absolutely stunning. You’ve never seen anything like the Harkonnens, but then again, they look like no one else. They’re wholly unique and you want everything to do with them—well, specifically, everything to do with Feyd-Rautha. 

“I can’t believe they’re marrying you off to him,” one of your friends—the daughter of House Wallach—says.

You snap out of your thoughts, wondering when the conversation turned toward you and your soon-to-be husband. You hum in question, needing more time to provide an answer that won’t induce raised brows and dropped jaws. 

“Yes,” the other says—Duke Leto’s daughter, whose bedroom balcony you’re currently sitting on. “How can they do that to you? You’re their only daughter and they are giving you to a murderous House.”

“We’re all murderous Houses,” you quickly say, and from receiving the blank stares you’d hoped to avoid, raise your teacup to your lips to hide your blush. You take a sip, then continue. “What I mean is, history states we’ve all dealt with bloody hands. That’s how our families are where they are.”

“Well, the rest of us don’t kill anymore. Our families are praised, worshipped.”

“So are the Harkonnens.”

“Out of fear,” Wallach reminds you. “The Baron is vile, as if you don’t know, and he trained Feyd-Rautha to be just as insane.”

Insane. That word has been used a lot lately. Your mother shouts it at your father for his willing agreement with the Baron. Your servants whisper it amongst themselves when they think you cannot hear them. That boy is insane, they say. She’s doomed, they say. But you don’t see it that way. You’re not scared of Feyd-Rautha. You’ll admit you don’t so much care for the Baron, but that’s because you’ve heard of his treatment of your future husband.

People claim Feyd-Rautha’s a lapdog—you don’t believe that. From what you’ve learned, you see no puppy in Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. You see a lion on the prowl, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike from below. You see a man hunting his dinner. You hope upon meeting, he gobbles you up as well. 

“Aren’t you terrified?” Atreides asks. “Don’t you think about your first night with him?”

You certainly do. Another sip of tea hides another blush. “I’m not worried.”

Wallach blows out a huff of breath. “Maybe you’re as insane as he is.”

Yes, you think maybe you are. 

—

Your mother struggles to hand you over. You’re the one who has to pry her gripping fingers from your arm so you can step forward and bow to the Baron. When you rise, you sneak a peek at Feyd-Rautha just to his uncle’s right. He’s as beautiful as his picture depicted. His eyes are just as glazed over with steel as you imagined. He looks at you, and the steel melts ever so slightly. His brow pinches. He swallows hard. 

“I trust my daughter will be well taken care of,” your father says, a puff expanding his chest. It makes him look no more menacing than he is. 

The Baron chuckles. “In the hands of my nephew, you can expect no less.”

You know it’s a lie. One corner of Feyd-Rautha’s lips quirks upward. He has plans for you—good. You like plans. You have plans of your own. 

He steps down the staircase that has held him above you and your family and takes your hand in his. He presses his lips to your knuckles. Your blood zings throughout your veins. If this is all it takes for you to feel this way, you can’t imagine what more will do to you. The thought of his lips in new places, his tongue in new places, makes your eyelids flutter. 

“My Lady,” he says. His voice is intoxicatingly low. 

“My Lord,” you say back to him. 

When you smile at him, the smirk drops from his face and his head jerks back. Cold, blue eyes scan your features for falsities, as if you wear a mask he can remove to reveal a frown. He watches that frown fall into place only when your mother comes up behind you. 

“Oh, my sweet daughter,” she cries, whipping your body around so she can properly hug you goodbye. “Don’t let them change you,” she whispers in your ear. “You’re too lovely for them.”

“I’ll be fine,” you tell her. You’ll be more than fine. This is the most excited you’ve been in years. And you knew it would be. That’s what he brings out of you…already. 

—

He likes you. Well, he likes you in a way—he likes the look of you—but it’s hard to say if he likes the rest of you yet. He sneaks glances where he can, but he doesn’t often allow you to be in his presence for long. He removes you from his training sessions when you peek in to watch. He leaves once you join for dinner, which you’re less than a fan of, considering it leaves you to his brother and uncle’s company. He does not come find you to say goodnight. 

Don’t you have better things to do, he’s often snipped at you when he finds you close by. You’ve assumed he means in preparation for the wedding in a week, but you told your new servants and planners to do whatever they want. You don’t care what the damn wedding will look like. You don’t care what you’ll look like. You just want him. You want to be around him. Watch him fight. Watch his muscles tense and shift and strain in the war of death. You want to see his body shine with sweat and his eyes harden with a murderous glare. But he won’t let you.

The closest you’ve been able to get to what you want is by sitting in the stands of the arena, where you have to observe his skills from a decent distance. And while it is wildly exciting to see the man you’re going to marry covered in the blood of enemies, you wish you could be closer. You wish you were close enough so he could grin at you as men’s bodies fall off of his blade. You wish he wanted you close to him because it’s killing you to be so far away. 

After days, you still don’t understand the separation. You figured your smiles at him would be enough to get the message across that if he likes you in any sense of the word, then he should be going for you as much as you would him if he’d permit it, but no. He keeps his space between you. Unfortunately for him, you’re sick of it. 

—

“I’m tired of you avoiding me,” you call as you chase after him down the darkened hallway. You’d been waiting outside his training room for hours, hoping his keen senses couldn't pick up your unsteady breathing as you prepared yourself for this exact confrontation. 

His steps stutter at your words and he pauses. He turns on his heel, and with narrowed eyes, advances on you. His form towers over yours, and in any other situation, you might detest the abuse of power, but here, now, you feel a sharp thrill. You try not to let his lack of shirt affect what more you intend to say, but it’s hard. You’re already swallowing saliva. You’re core is already throbbing. 

“Do you have a moment?” you ask.

Feyd’s muscles tighten and bulge as his arms cross over his chest. He huffs. “I don’t understand you. You’re like a little rodent, you know,” he says. “Following me around as if I drop crumbs for you.”

A lump catches in your throat. He hasn’t spoken much to you since your arrival on Giedi Prime, and you know cruelty runs through the Harkonnen bloodline, but you didn’t know he could cut so deeply with words. “I’m not a rodent.”

“You’re as annoying as one.”

“Because I want to be around you?” you ask. “Because I like you–”

His arms fall away from his chest and your head flinches back from the finger pointed at your nose. “You do not like me,” he snaps.

His voice, though low, bounces off the walls of the hall, an echoey repeating of those words that you almost can’t believe you’re having to hear. You’ve not given any indication that what you’re telling him could possibly be a lie, so you don’t see how he could come to that conclusion. Unless there are whispers in his ear. 

“Yes, I do,” you say. “I’m marrying you. I want to marry you.”

“You are not supposed to want that,” he spits.

“Well, I do!” you spit back. 

“Then you don’t make sense!”

You don’t know what that means, so you just stand there, staring at one another as you wait for him to explain further. He doesn’t, and you tire of the waiting, so instead, you take a risk by stepping closer, and with cautious fingers, you raise your hand to his chest. Your palm plants firmly against his skin, and then you feel it. His heart beating rapidly. For a second you think it’s from the training. But then you look up at him, at how his jaw clenches and how he struggles to meet your eyes. And now you understand.

“I like what you are,” you tell him. “I like that you’re strong. I don’t care that you kill. I don’t care that you crave the feeling it gives you.”

“You should care,” he says, still avoiding your gaze. “You’re meant to be a precious little Lady. That’s what I was promised.”

“And that is what you wanted for a wife?” He doesn’t give you an answer. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed–” he snorts, irritating you further. “I’m sorry if that ruins whatever fun you intended to have with me. I know the Baron has been eager to see what you’ll do to me once we’re married.”

His head swivels back to yours. “He found enjoyment from the idea that you’d be repulsed by me,” he says. “And so did I. So you shouldn’t feel so comfortable.” He latches his fingers to your wrist and jerks your hand away from his body. His hand leaves yours. It falls back to your side and you instantly feel a chill without him. It won’t do. You see a glimpse of your marriage—a loneliness, a cold side of your bed. He begins to turn away from you. 

“You don’t now?”

He stops. “What?”

“You said you did find enjoyment in it,” you repeat. “Do you still?”

You can see his teeth grinding with the shifting of his jaw as he contemplates continuing this conversation. “They said you wouldn’t like me,” he finally tells you. 

“But I do,” you say. “I read about you. I liked you before I met you.”

He groans. His hand runs down his face. He steps back to you, an iciness penetrating your stare. “I had plans for you. Ones you weren’t going to enjoy.”

A smirk curls your lips. “I had plans for you, too. Ones I fully intended to enjoy.”

He sucks in a breath, his chest puffing. His eyes narrow as if searching for your lies. 

Without another thought, you reach up again and, placing your palms on his cheeks, raise onto your toes to press your lips to his. It might be idiotic of you. It might be the stupidest move you could make. He might gut you for the act, marriage alliance be damned. But the only interest you have is in getting your point across. 

His lips are soft—probably one of the few soft spots on him—and they taste of salt from the sweat of his training. He’s frozen for a few agonizing beats, but then nails are digging into the skin of your hips, the fabric of your dress doing nothing to keep the sharp sting at bay. Lips move in tune with yours. You’re pushed backward. You hit the wall, trapped between hard surfaces of stone and body. 

You ache for the man you’ve felt you’ve known for longer than you have. You ache for the heat of him. You knew it would feel like this. 

When the kiss breaks, you smile. “You’ll like me,” you tell him. “I promise.”

He sighs in defeat and says, “I know.”

[lovely-keii]

hihi can i request sakusa, kuroo and iwazumi with an s/o who has really red cheeks THANK YOUUU

with an s/o with really red cheeks

characters: sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

your first encounter, he stays far, far away from you. you think he hates you until komori hands you fever medicine. “this is from my cousin. the gloomy one with the curly hair. says to get better soon.” you’re confused til it hits you, your cheeks. you laugh and turn to sakusa who’s standing at the other corner of the room. he realizes his heart fucked. “oh, my cheeks are normally this red.”

when you get together, he’s honestly so crazy about it. he thinks your cheeks look so good with a laugh from you. “smile please.” “…one more.” “another one.” “just take a picture, omi. my cheeks are hurting from all the smiling you make me do.” “but i already have one.”

god forbid you do any physical activity and you look the slightest bit sporty. the red cheeks with the athletic vibe to it ruin his entire serious, gloomy facade. “you make me go crazy, you know?” “huh?”

when he gets comfortable, he doesn’t want you wearing masks at home. “don’t cover it up. such a waste of a good view.”

KUROO TETSUROU

kuroo will be such a tease about it. he absolutely knows it’s just your cheeks being naturally red, but he will never let an opportunity to mess with you pass him by.

“wow, y/n. i haven’t even said anything and you’re already blushing.” you love him but sometimes he needs a good shutting up. “tetsu, if you don’t shut up…”oh, and when you get mad at him: “that’s crazy y/n, because a minute ago you were all red and flustered.”

has the most insane, diabolical, vomit-inducing nickname for you. “hey there, miss tomato shrub.” “where’s my pantone pigment baby?” “good morning, my little red stop light.” “give me a sec, angry bird”

but if you’re insecure about it, he gives you a cheeky grin and goes “i don’t get it. i think it’s perfect like that. all red for me.” “it’s not for you.” “that’s your opinion.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

at first, he thinks you’re blushing all the time. “oh, i didn’t know that would fluster you. was it really that romantic-” he’s kind of disappointed when he finds out you just have really red cheeks normally and that you didn’t actually blush because of him. “oh, thats, um, nice.”

he’s oddly…bewitched by your cheeks. sometimes, you two are doing nothing when he’ll suddenly stare at you. “hm? haji, you need something?” “mot really.” and then he’ll just squeeze your cheek. and not let go for a good minute or two.

one time, he’s arguing with oikawa and you hear him go “stop bragging, shittykawa. does your girlfriend blush 24/7 cuz of you? i didn’t think so.” “iwa-chan it’s a genetic thing!” “skill issue, skittykawa.”

you don’t even have the time to be insecure about it, because he’s always got his hands massaging your cheeks and kissing them like crazy. “keep it all red and cute.” “it’s not like i can control it, haji…” “‘s fine as long as it doesn’t go away.”

[hurtspideyparker]

What do you think about Marvel's move bringing back RDJ but now as Dr. Doom. I just wondered how this would affect Peter...

At first I was like OH MY GOD ROBERT DOWNEY JR. because I just adore! him! And of course I would love him back in Marvel, cuz I'm a sap and RDJ as Tony Stark revolutionized superhero cinema. Also "new mask same task" and striking the Tony Stark T pose? Legendary stuff.

Then I actually thought about the implications and the character, and I'm just not a fan. Bringing Downey back as anyone but Tony Stark is really weird, and doesn't make sense. Feels like an insane Tony Stark+Dr. Doom plot, which they made up just to get RDJ back cuz he's the money maker. Plus Dr. Doom deserves a new unique actor, especially a Romani one. I do love Dr. Doom as an MCU villain though, if he is cast properly. If they were gonna bring a Tony variant into the MCU make him a TONY variant, using Dr. Doom isn't it. Although under different circumstances I'd love to see more of RDJ as an antagonist, he's an incredible actor (his 1998 film US Marshalls started a fire in me for him to play more villains).

ANYWAYS - ignoring all the negative stuff, let's talk about Peter Parker!

I'd like to imagine a scene where Peter is fighting Doom - he's using his usual quips, being silly. He thinks it's just another day, another villain. Doom is incredibly strong and it's a tough fight, but Peter just manages the perfect hit to tear Doom's mask off.

Then he hesitates.

While scarred and cruel, the sight is still unmistakably familiar.

"Tony?"

Doom doesn't waver, he strikes Peter with deadly and immediate force in his moment of weakness.

Peter goes flying backwards, smashing through glass and brick.

He's hurt, badly, lying still on the floor beneath Doom. Bloody and torn Doom leaves him there, a pitiful and easily distracted kid. He doesn't know what he said, nor does he care. Von Doom just squashed a bug.

Left alone, Peter suffers from the ache in his body, the hit to his ego, and the biggest question - what did he see?

He questions whether he was drugged, or having a stress-induced hallucination. It doesn't make any sense for this to catch up to him in the middle of a battle. That's usually when he's most focused and level headed.

Sure, he used to see Mr. Stark. In billboard models with goatees, in the kind smile of a professor, in the corner of his eye when walking down the street. He never thought it was really him though, and it's been years since he's been struck so painfully with memories of his old mentor.

This, this is completely different. He stared right at Tony's face as clear as day.

Maybe Peter drags himself to the nearest hero. Still bloody and bruised, but he has to tell someone what he saw. Who is there? Who can he call? Hawkeye? Bruce Banner? Daredevil? They may not know Peter Parker, but he's still Spider-Man. He has a big name, and I'm curious who's taken notice.

Personally, I'd kill to finally get a Spider-Man and Fantastic Four team up in theatres. With the FF movie coming out and Doom being a big nemesis to the team I'm really hoping we get some Fantastic Four and Avengers interactions.

Anyways. Peter warns them, or does research on his own. He obsesses over this Doctor Doom.

Fast forward, maybe Doom and Peter work together against another evil, or Doom's own invention. Or maybe they're just near each other enough to get to know one another.

Doom and Stark do have some things in common, and I think that would strike a chord in Peter. Doom is an intellectual, a scientist, he's a self-absorbed perfectionist.

Doom commends Peter on his genius, his capabilities. Offers him a deal to join him and put his brain to good use. It would hit too close to home for Peter. A kid who wanted nothing more than to be like Tony Stark, to be strong and intelligent. To have his old mentor look at him and acknowledge his effort.

It messes with Peter's head and brings up his unresolved issues with Tony. It makes him sick.

Peter Parker got erased, and now it's like he's reliving his youth and trauma in some twisted and dark remake.

Maybe there's something bigger at play here. Maybe someone is haunting him, torturing him.

Laughing at him.

[angelofthenight]

What Doesn’t Kill Me Pt.2

(Yandere!Alex DeLarge x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Ladstat, Swearing/Language, Unhealthy/Abusive relationship, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Social isolation, Obsessiveness, Controlling behavior, Intimidation/Coercive control/Power imbalance, Emotional/Mental trauma, Violence, Gangs, Manipulation, Physical abuse, Snake phobia, Boundary pushing, Mentions of Rape/Non-Con, Paranoia, Sexual context/themes, Alex is his own warning, You are responsible for your own content consumption

Word Count: 3.9k

Table of Contents

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Alex Delarge was nothing but a sadistic maniac with a disturbing infatuation for you. A lunatic who could never keep it in his pants. A sociopath who acted like he’s never seen skin before. A monster who claimed to simply be in love.

And the belief of being in love was the worst thing a monster could have.

Despite his charming tone of voice and smile, despite him telling you in different words and metaphors that he loves you, he was awful to you. It was as if his infatuation and fascination with you further eroded any remaining empathy he possibly had left in him before he started to like-like you, which made him indifferent to the suffering or pain he inflicted upon you and others in the name of his delusional love.

And one of the things that created a confusing and fear-inducing environment for you was the fact that he casually alternated between moments of false kindness and extreme violence. He could be playing with your hair and telling you how pretty you were one moment then throwing a glass cup full of liquor at the wall beside your head in the next.

He used your own fear to keep you grounded and dependent. He used threats to you and others to strain you from seeking help or “tattling”. And along with fear, he employed manipulative tactics to isolate you from your friends and family. And the people he couldn’t exactly detach you from, like all of your coworkers and management, he charmed them into thinking he was this picture perfect boy.

Because of this false image of himself, you’ve despairingly found him repeatedly warmly welcomed into the restaurant you worked at. So you couldn’t even get away from him at work. Sometimes he would bring his droogs with him and seat themselves into your section. You’d watch from the back with tears in your eyes before swallowing them to go and wait on the criminals, knowing Alex was just going to flaunt his dominance over you to the boys by jokingly mocking you as you served them. They never tipped, though some days you noticed Pete linger behind the group a bit to sneak in a 15% tip under the bill.

Alex was possessive and controlling, yet he continuously pretended that he wasn’t insanely jealous of all your interpersonal relationships. He isolated you from all your friends with the threat that he would do something violently heinous to them, and he had proved to you to be true to his threats after multiple instances. He also had cut off any contact you had with your family. He claimed that he was all the company you’d ever need.

Even though his love was intense and twisted, and despite the mix of obsession and a desire to control every aspect of your life, you were still allowed to still go out and continue your life just… with no interactions longer than a minute. Especially with boys. Just seeing other guys around you drove Alex absolutely ballistic and homicidal. It was often when he would lash out at anyone who got too close to you. His overprotectiveness and his jealous greed just all overwhelmed him. He had repeatedly gone to extreme lengths to protect you, even if it meant resorting to violence. But in his twisted mind, he believed that his actions were justified simply because he was acting out of his love for you.

Even though other gangs already used to stay away from you when Alex simply just pined after you, now they really wouldn’t touch you now that you belonged to Alex. And if he ever found out another gang messed with you he would maul them all like a savage bear. He became increasingly violent and controlling, going to extreme measures to eliminate any perceived threats to this relationship of his.

He wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way or let anyone take you away from him. Not even you.

He’d use manipulation and mind games to keep you grounded, but he mostly just used fear and violence to control you. And it was a frequent thing that you found your throat being squeezed by his large hand in a fit of rage or just for fun. It took awhile, but he finally trained obedience into you. And with your obedience, only from you being utterly terrified of him, you finally got to see where he lived.

He was like a little boy excitedly showing you his room, tugging you by your hand to show all his records, especially the one from the band that united the two of you in the first place. They say that one’s bedroom was what the inside of their brain looked like, and you agreed on that statement when taking in Alex’s bizarre room. Especially when your eyes honed in on a very large poster on the wall of a traced girl with her thighs apart, her fingers spreading her vagina open.

Alex noticed where your attention was and stepped next to you to say while smiling, “Don’t get jealous, it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” He glanced down at your crotch with carnivorous eyes before telling you he had something to show you. You didn’t pay him much mind as you then dropped your concerned focus to the small four Jesus statues in a dance line, their hands still having bloodied nails.

You finally turned your head to check out what Alex wanted you to see only to be faced with a five foot long Boa Constrictor snake. You screeched loudly and flinched backwards, you couldn’t help it when you had a slight phobia of snakes.

“Don’t be poogly, my lovely, he’s not venomous. This here is Basil!” Alex said to you cheerily, holding the snake out to you as it laced around his forearms. Your eyes grew wide as you paled, you wanted to faint just at the sight of it. And the thought of touching it…

Either Alex didn’t register your disquietude or didn’t care as he wrapped his heavy snake around you starting with your arms and ending with your shoulders. You froze up completely with your features trembling in alarmed fright as the snake slithered around you, making your heart beat rapidly. Your lips were quivering and your eyes appeared blurry from growing tears. You would’ve thrown it off you if you didn’t feel paralyzed by the fear that if you just moved a muscle it would strangle you to death. Yet that fate seemed kinder than the fate with Alex.

It wasn’t until the snake slithered around your neck when your arms began to shake uncontrollably and a palpitation conquered your chest. As if it felt your pulse tap against its scales, it slightly tightened its hold on you. You snapped and loudly begged Alex through stuttered whimpers to get it off of you.

He callously giggled before he unraveled it from your jittery arms. “Alright, alright, don’t lose your head!” He joked. You did not find it funny.

Alex would make you listen to Ludwig loudly and make you listen to his rants and complaints about his day and his droogs. From what it sounded like his droogs have been questioning his leadership, you kept your theory that they were probably plotting behind his back to yourself. You eventually got to meet his droogs when you were once leaving Alex’s and they sat in the area at the bottom of the stairs. They already knew their place with you.

Alex only allowed his droogs to say hi and bye to you and maybe ask how you were doing, but that was it. You were an occasional topic the three droogs discussed when Alex wasn’t present, specifically about what they should do with you if they usurp Alex. Georgie had a fantasy of having his way with you simply because of how much Alex endlessly threatened them about you, like how you belonged to Alex and if they ever touched you he would castrate them. So fucking you would be like the ultimate middle finger to Alex.

But Georgie and Dim didn’t really see the appeal to you. Of course you were absolutely breathtaking, they all had eyes and wet dreams, but you just looked like you were about to bawl your eyes out at any given second. Alex fucked you up so much that if they tried to do the old in-out-in-out with you you’d probably just let them. And that was boring to them. You were like a doormat and plus you just kind of… bummed them out.

Though, Pete secretly had a harmless thing for you, always being the first to say ‘hi’ to you and the last to say ‘bye’ to you; being the only one of the three to ask how you were doing, really abusing the one phrase that Alex allowed them to say to you.

You could recall one time when you were descending Alex’s stairs to see them all waiting for Alex who trailed behind you. “Hello and goodbye, boys.” You said hoarsely with a pink puffiness circling your eyes and cradling your bandaged dorsal side of your arm that Alex had bitten into too deeply during a long night of fornication. Georgie and Dim both unenthusiastically mumbled a “hello, (Y/n)” in unison as you quickly passed them with your head hung low. You went straight into the rusty elevator and hit the button just as Pete squeaked out a “bye, (Y/n)”.

The doors closed yet because of how crappy it was, the elevator needed a quick minute before it could move you down. So you heard the beginning of the conversation that was about how Alex was late again so they came to wait for him. Georgie noted that he had been spending an awful lot of time with you lately and Dim joked that “The girl might’ve rotted your brain a bit?”

There was a haunting silence. The elevator finally jerked and started moving down just as a loud crack of a cane was heard followed by a pained yelp. It made you jump backwards in startelement, your back hitting the wall of the elevator as the continued sounds grew more distant.

You had spent the night at Alex’s many times, waking up to his nude body behind you with his arms cradling your nude body tightly against him; your back to his chest. His twin bed was small, not being built for two people sleeping next to each other, so the only two positions you could sleep in were him sleeping right on top of you or him squeezing you tightly against him to fit.

He always slept in which was torture for you as you always found it difficult to sleep around him. So you would stare into space for hours in a gloomy and drained state. You couldn’t get up and leave as his door had a combination lock on both sides. He’d spin the lock too fast for you to memorize or even catch the numbers.

Most days he’d send you off right away if he had a busy day ahead of him or before his parents had the chance to speak to you. But some days he’d keep you around a little longer just to take up your time. But because of this you once met his social worker who let himself in to have a discussion with Alex about his school attendance.

Alex, in only his underpants, stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as a way to exemplify his innocence to the social worker as they talked and a threat to you to not say anything. But despite you not saying a word, the older creepy man took a mental note on your downcasted mood and quaking eyes. And the subtle bandages in a few places on your body.

But despite the horror of vulnerability in his home, you had grown to find your own home much more horrible.

You became a housemaid in your own home, a slave and a captive. Alex expected your flat to always be neat and tidy when he came, and better than how he leaves it. And not just simple tidiness, he would run his finger over surfaces for dust. He was a nitpicker about what needed to be cleaned or organized. Despite him not getting violent or aggressive about it, just his mere disapproval scared you enough to cater to those expectations. You couldn’t even fall asleep before scanning your whole flat in fear he would find something you didn’t notice to complain about.

You always had to cook for two just in case he showed up, always unannounced, ready to eat dinner or lunch with you (he never woke up early enough for breakfast but you would rather be safer than sorry). And every time you didn’t he would accuse you of not wanting him to show up, leading to him either brutally slapping you or choking you against the wall. And it had to be food he liked. And you always had to make sure there was milk and alcohol in the fridge, as well as drugs and marijuana he forced you to get.

There were oh so many times when you were extremely close to switching one of his drugs to a physically identical yet fatal substance. Yet you lived in the unearthly terror and dread that he would find out.

You lived on edge at home, jumping at the smallest creaks and you destroyed your clock as the ticking drove your anxiousness absolutely mad. You were a mess of a person, a neurotic person to be more exact. You just never knew when he would show up. Show up to hurt you for fun, draw blood, fuck you into the mattress despite your pleas of ‘not tonight’, smother you in his unwanted affection, forcing you to listen to his jokes about all the monstrous things he did the night before in graphic detail.

He acted as if the innocent, simple dates he took you on and the expensive gifts he bought for you with stolen money evened it all out. But it didn’t. He had damaged you inside and out; emotionally, mentally, physically, and sexually.

You became a constant jittery person so the sound of a knock at your door nearly gave you a heart attack, jolting in a shake in your spot on the couch.

But… Alex never knocked.

You feared the day had come. You feared it was the day the droogs finally took down Alex and now they had come to kill you for knowing their crimes and identities. You were confident in your theory that the droogs were going to stab him in the back, and so you spent many nights praying at the foot of your bed for it to happen since it seemed more realistic than Alex’s death or arrest. Yet you also found yourself praying to God for the droogs to show you mercy and spare you. But that specific prayer didn’t feel as listened to, nor realistic to you.

So you slowly and cautiously walked to your front door with shaky breathing pumping through your lungs. You delicately placed your hands on the door so you could carefully peek through your peephole. Your shrunken pupils saw a boy your age from your college standing in the hall with his hands patiently in his pockets. You flinched away from the door when he knocked again, the worry for both of your safety’s embraced you like suffocation. If Alex knew about this…

You wanted to go hide and wait for him to leave but the fact you shared a class with him made you think this might be important. So despite your paranoia that Alex would learn of this interaction with the opposite gender, you unlocked and opened your door the size of your shoulder width. You didn’t greet him as you quickly looked down both sides of the hallway to check for your unhinged and possessive boyfriend.

When the coast was clear your obviously nervous eyes looked at the awkward guy, waiting for his explanation. He awkwardly smiled softly, his hands fiddling in his coat pockets. “Hi, I know we don’t really talk, but I’m in your anthropology class.”

You acted like a kicked puppy and looked like a sad clown painting, clinging onto your door like you were about to slam it at any second. “Yes… I know you…” You glanced down the halls again before looking him up and down. “…Why are you here?” Your voice was hoarse and quiet; shaky and weak.

The boy, whose name you recalled as Patrick, removed his hands from his pockets to nervously fold them together. “Well, I know it’s not my place but I’ve noticed you have been missing a lot of classes lately, which I found a bit out of character for you compared to how you’ve always been in school.” He said, referencing how you used to always be an exceptional student… before Alex conquered and messed up your life patterns.

You kept avoiding eye contact, glancing around the hall then looking to the floor then to the wall behind him. You wiggled a little bit in nervous discomfort. You wished he would stop digging and leave the way he came. “I just… I have bigger things going on in my life right now.”

Patrick nodded with saddened features. “I know. That’s not the only thing I came here to say. You might know my girlfriend, Sheila? She’s roommates with your friend Adrienne.” You shifted again, because of Alex you no longer interacted with any of your friends anymore. And the one you kept socializing with, one that called you often when Alex was at your place, had a violent surprise run-in with a masked gang wearing white and codpieces. You avoided her after she got out of the hospital, for her own safety and your own guilt.

“…We don’t really talk anymore.” You spoke in a hushed tone, staring at the floor again. He slowly nodded again with a sorrowful frown. “Yes, I know. Adrienne said you completely shut her out out of the blue one day, same with the rest of your friends.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t even know how to respond. So you remained silent.

“It was actually Adrienne’s idea for me to come here. But I mostly just came here on my own accord.” He started with a firmer tone of voice. “I know your boyfriend. Alex. I’ve seen you guys together a lot around town. I went to school with him before he was held back then put in the correction thing, and our fathers work together.”

You shrunk away from him, squeezing the door and the doorframe while glancing into his concerned eyes then the floor once again. “…I’ll tell him you said hi then.” You said, beginning to lean back to close the door but his voice halted your action as well as him reaching out to you but not close enough to touch. “No, no. What I’m trying to say is…” He took a long pause, seemingly trying to gather the right words as he bit the inside of his cheek and his brows curved upward.

“I know what kind of person Alex is. And, forgive me, but I can’t help but worry about you. I just wanted to stop by and ask if you were okay. Because if he’s…” he tried to think of a softer way to say what he was suspecting was going on in your relationship, “doing bad things to you I can help you.” He ended his statement and offer with a frown and consoling look.

Your head began to feel dazed and a thick lump sat in your throat that you just couldn’t swallow away. You glanced around the hallway again, feeling your paranoia and fear crawl up your back like snakes with the intent to strangle you. “I appreciate your worry,” you finally made eye contact to use all your strength to morph your face into contentedness and force a small smile, “but I am happy and doing just fine.” But your smile merely looked like someone put fish hooks in the corners of your lips and lifted them up by the thread. And the thick gloss in your eyes and your eyebrows that curved up only made your expression more unsettling to Patrick.

“I’m happier than ever, I really am.” You forced yourself to say. Yet visually and audibly pretending to be happy to be with Alex made you ferociously sick deep in your stomach creating a nasty nausea, your mind only replaying the most traumatic things he’s done to you from the horrific raping to the strangulations.

“Are you sure?” He pushed, wanting to hear the consenting approval of his help from your own mouth. Your forced smile began to shake like it was a heavy weight you weren’t trained to hold, and your tears also grew so unbearably heavy that you believed if you just blinked they would cascade down your face. “Yes.” You forced yourself to say again through your shaking teeth and self-repugnance. You forced the words of, “I think you should go now.”

Patrick frowned but gradually nodded. He said something as he slowly turned on his heels to leave but the ringing in your ears deafened it out. He was leaving, this was the first person to seriously reach out to you and offered you help and an escape, and you were sending him away! Were you really going to pass up this rare opportunity? You were practically digging your own grave and picking out your own tombstone. You were walking towards the edge of the cliff while thrashing your arm out of the hold of someone trying to tug you away from it.

You realized you couldn’t live in fear of Alex forever, you had to take the leap of faith and trust yourself to outsmart Alex. All you had to do was make a phone call when Alex wasn’t around: the early morning where Alex would still be asleep at his flat. You wanted to leave Alex more than you ever wanted anything ever in your whole life.

“Wait… please.” You squeaked out in a hushed tone as the tears finally drizzled out of your pink eyes, Patrick quickly returning to his previous stance to face you. You weeped for a few seconds to gather your thoughts before you moved to the side to rip off a corner of the morning paper that laid on the coffee table beside your door, grabbing the pen as well. You handed them both to him. “What’s your number?”

Patrick smiled happily for you before quickly jotting it down and handing it back to you. You quickly hid it in between the pages of the newspaper. You looked back at him with your bottom lip quivering and tears still swelled up within your orbs. “Thank you.” You croaked through your restrained sob, eyes bright despite the tears as you appeared like you’ve seen an angel.

Someone had finally sent you down a rope into your hellhole.

[lavvys-headcanons]

So I was wondering what you would think of the Skelebois with a Male S/O (or gn if you want) who's just generally really energetic and kind random. Think like a golden retriever bf but like, on crack (def mixes coffee and redbull just for shits and giggles). They can chill out for a bit from time to time but most of the time it's more of a “yes I turned an old couch into a very impractical motorboat. What of it?” Kinda vibe. (Undertale, Swapfell indigo, maybe horrortale and dealers choice for whoever)

-chocolate fo you 🍫🍫🍫🍫

AU Bros With A Chaotic S/O

Undertale-

Sans: He's so chill with it honestly. Like, he'd take your little gremlin concoction of multiple energy drinks and chug them with you and you both can die together in bed with an insane migraine. Don't get me wrong tho, he still won't get off his ass, so maybe just carry him if you wanna take him on adventures. Like he'd love to go on a date to the Hotlands and mess with Undyne with you, maybe just backpack him tho.

Papyrus: He's gonna try and parent you, snatching away your stuffs he thinks is, "dangerous", (Which is, but we won't admit it.) Look on the bright side, he can actually match your energy! Minus the chaotic-ness, you guys are a perfect pair of being golden retriever partners!

Swapfell-

Nox: The brat isn't gonna wanna run around, so he'd definitely get you one of those backpack leashes and make you wear it when you two go out. (It comes back to hit him when you just drag him along.) He probably won't indulge in the energy drinks, but he will in coffee tbh. If you time it right with his coffee, he'll be hyped enough to go around the house and mess with the other skele-boys.

Rus: On occasion, he'll jump up like a cat when you surprise him, but he'll never admit it. Lets you get your energy out of your system before he decides, "That's enough, cmere you devil", and yoinks you from your lil schemes. He'd hide you in his pocket if he could, but he'd probably squish you if we're being honest.

Horrortale-

Ash: Nervous at first when he met you, but warmed up quick when you guys got closer and got together. He's a bit too nervous to go on energy high induced adventures with you, so maybe just settle for a hike or walking around together for now?

Poplar: He wants to make you happy, but he needs you safe. His favorite methods of doing this, is either holding your hand when going out, or, alternatively, yanking you back with the hems of your clothes (lovingly). He indulges in silliness, and once you somehow convinced him to boil his pasta in energy drinks. Didn't taste good, but he ate it to make you happy.

This was a fun one to break my hiatus with tbh! I stuck with it gn, hope you don't mind, and have a lovely day!

[pen-and-umbra]

SE appears to be intent on slightly expanding Jenova lore, which was not present in previous installments. It will be interesting to see how this plays out in the remake, particularly in the Nibelheim flashback. 

The remake portrays Jenova as a master of illusions, citing her abilities to create visions during the Jenova Dreamweaver battle. The enemy's description posits the entity induces hallucinations, while FF7R Ultimania suggests that it messes with the minds of those who come into close proximity to it. Sephiroth elaborates on this in the first Rebirth trailer:

They say she's a monster. That she can peer inside you into the very depths of your soul. That she can become those you hate, those you fear, those you love.

The implication is clear: Jenova somehow probes an individual's mind, scans memories, and chooses an appropriate illusion to weave. Given that this predatory behavior was used on the Cetra, I assume that being injected by Jenova cells is not a prerequisite in and of itself, but it may serve as an amplifier, making an individual more susceptible to mind-reading and later indoctrination.

In light of this and the released Ever Crisis information, does this imply that Sephiroth experienced the same pattern when he came into contact with the Jenova vault in Nibelheim? With all the turmoil of looking for his mother/origins brought to the surface by Genesis' intervention, his mind may have presented an easy target to hijack. Could Jenova have created the illusion of Lucrecia in a tube — „become…those you love“? Sephiroth's onset of insanity aside, a woven illusion and mind manipulation could explain a seemingly absurd course of action, such as cutting off your supposed beloved mother's head and dragging it with you: he could have been seeing something else that a player — via Zack or Cloud POV — could not. Something woven by Jenova's hallucinogenic effects. Furthermore, his body language during the breakdown is not too dissimilar to that of Cloud in the Remake, when the latter experiences hallucinations. Gripping head, shaking, nearly doubling over, etc.

If Jenova remained in a vegetative state — bodily faculties disabled but brain/mind function intact, in whatever measure it applies to the entity — then coming into contact with a perfect live host, essentially a hybrid, such as Sephiroth, could have triggered a sort of awakening (in which case, a dormant state is a better description). Its next logical step would be to break free from confinement. Given Jenova cells' longevity and corruption abilities, it stands to reason that the entity could regenerate/reassemble its body if the "brain" remained intact. From that perspective, it makes sense that the only thing that truly needed escaping was her head. And sure enough, the deed was carried out.

If SE chooses to emphasize Jenova's importance as this lurking eldritch horror in Rebirth, the scenes provided by Ever Crisis could add a new and interesting angle to Nibelheim events. If her meddling with Sephiroth's head is brought into light, the Nibelheim slaughter may be mixed with Rhadoran or Wutai war scenes, with Sephiroth hallucinating himself back on the war-torn battlefield among enemies and "traitors". Could be a nice touch to show his mind slipping completely. In fact, it could fit in with the glitched fire sequence from Sephiroth's story announcement teaser, where his adult and teen selves intermixed and overlapped each other.

[eri-pl]

Silm reread 12: Geography :(

Aaaand now it's the time for a geography lesson, says the narrative.

Nevrast (Turgon's pre-Gondolin kingdom) is a Noldorin-Sindarin mixed culture. Nice. I assume Gondolin will be like this, too? And still, Eol took an issue with it being too Noldorin.

Finrod is above his brothers, and has the most land and is allied with Cirdan. He deserves it all, he is awesome. <3 Except the part where he doesn't tell Thingol about the shady stuff.

Morgoth's servants all hate water and do not go near the sea unless they really need to. I wasn't sure that was canon.

Ungoliant is mentioned again. She poisons water and it makes people insane. Wait, is this the place where Nienor will later get lost?

Nargothrond's location and surroundings described in detail.

Maglor's gap has horses, oh, so that is why "Maglor the horse girl" is a thing?

Finrod travels a lot, visits Ambarussar and Green elves and what not. Who rules Nargothrond when he's away?

No Noldor go through Ered Lindon in the First Age. I'm not sure if I need this information for something, but maybe.

Chapter XV: more Noldorin drama

Tumladen the Hidden Valley. Mhm. I feel like I've seen this morpheme somewhere more popular. :)

Turgon's Ulmo-induced anxiety is also a thing that sleeps and wakes, because Tolkien's poetic language. (I like Eldritch Oath, but it is a hc with no stronger textual support than the alternative, I think)

Turgon works in secret. And it is not very bad. (He still ends up loving it too much and dies, but he's a very mild case of this problem anyway). also, it takes 52 years (4*13, like deck of cards; or 2*26 and 26 is on of the numbers of perfection in the Bible, iirc. Maybe it's just random logistics.)

Ulmo appears to Turgon (in physical form not in a dream, as he later "returned to the sea") and infodumps him. Gives him a manual on what to do + a prophecy + you will mess up anyway + but it's ok I will send you a reminder + so leave here an armor in this exact size and style. (Really, Ulmo does give Turgon the exact size for the armor, helmet and sword.)

I have a feeling that (at least in Ulmo's opinion) Turgon isn't the brightest fish in the sea.

Meanwhile, Melian asks Galadriel what the problem is and Galadriel doesn't want to speak about it. Also, if seems like the Hiding of Valinor hid it also from Melian's mental information-gathering abilities? She sounds like normally she should be able to see what happenned but now she's not. Huh.

Important points Melian says:

the Noldorin princes never mention the Valar

the sons of Feanor are arrogant and cruel (this is pre-Kinslaying!)

[later] fate of Arda is bound to the Silmarils

[later] the Eldar cannot recover them on their own

Galadriel tells her about the unrest and what Morgoth did, but not the murders, oath or ship-burning. And refuses to say more.

Melian goes to thingol, Thingol also knew something was off and had been thinking about it. Melian warns him against the sons of Feanor, Thingol says that Feanor was a great Elf (according to what he heard) and his sons are sus, but useful as allies.

So, we have a (sort of) answer why Thingol didn't want to talk with the sons of Feanor: they were behaving so badly that (based on gossip, but it migcht have been well-founded gossip) he did not want to deal with them. Huh. for 400-ish years? Not even talk to them to see on his own? Weird but ok.

Now Morgoth starts spreading gossip among the Sindar. how? I would assume Sauron and thralls. I wonder why didn't he earlier tell the Sindar about Alqualonde. Did he not know? So how does he know now? I can't figure out his strategy here.

So Thingol accuses Finrod of being a kinslayer. Finrod is very nice to his cousins and diplomatic. He prefers to be blamed for something he didn't do than to tell on his cousins. But Angrod is still angry at Caranthir (after a couple hundered years, I think. huh.) and tells on them.

Is this why his name is Angrod? Because he gets angry so easily? (+after-the-fact Elvish etymology)

Anyway, Angrod explains he before didn't mention it because of loyalty. Huh. the earlier chapter said something slightly different, but ok. And he talls on them… except the Oath? Kinslaying and ship-burning is mentioned, but no clear indication that anyone told Thingol about the Oath. Which is interesting. Gives a lot of space to my favorite type of conflict (where each side has some good points, but they do not fully know other side's situation).

Thingol kicks them out for a time, and does the Quenya ban, which is directed at the Sindar only. Nothing in the book suggests that Thingol tried to ban the Noldor from speaking their language. Just the Sindar. And they listened. And avoided those who spoke it (which confirms that the Noldor did speak it with no ill consewuences greater than social ostracism). Everyone started speaking Sindarin, only the Noldorin princes spoke to each other in Quenya and the loremasters used it.

And we end on Finrod's sad foresight.

[randoosreal]

BLURRYFACE POWER LIST (since y'all want it so bad)

(I did not make the left art)

[All his powers are of a special rank, Perfect, ensuring they cannot be cancelled, deleted or otherwise negated in a cheesy, cheat-y sort of manner with either magic and/or physical means. You wanna fight him? Play fair. And by fair I mean by what he defines as fair because that's how a fight with him goes.]

Immortality (specifically, he cannot age and he can regenerate from even the tiniest shred of his being.)

Hazing (A status effect Blurryface can stick to his next attack. Upon a successful hit the enemy sees everything as if they were partially blind, with only a blurry mess of the colors around them visible to them for around 20 minutes.)

Proprietation (A powerful form of eldritch mind control, this ability allows Blurryface to select up to 10 people at a time, inducing an immediate, irreversible rewrite of their minds upon them. The affected individuals become horrifically loyal mindless slaves to Blurryface, but still having access to any abilities they may have had beforehand. The longer someone is proprietated, the more features they gain like that of Blurryface. For example, some people might receive a similar tail or claws like he, but the most common feature are the same six horns Blurryface bears.)

Elder Horror Physiology (This basically means that Blurryface's form can induce insanity, mental breakdowns and, in extreme cases, suicide, if he decides it should be so.)

Biological Manipulation (Blurryface can manipulate, absolutely, the flesh sacs which the soul and spirit is contained in, twisting and manipulating people's physiologies however he deems fit. He can deform someone into a blob of meat, give someone extra limbs or even a canine head coming from the stomach, among other things.)

Power Assessing (This allows Blurryface to immediately know the abilities that anyone else around him has, innately. He will also automatically know the ins and outs of the powers, which allows him to viciously abuse weaknesses and/or loopholes he discovers.)

Space + Time + Information Superiority (This ability is always active and makes Blurryface completely ABOVE the laws of space, time and information, allowing himself to disobey the laws of physics, thermodynamics... You name it, it's very likely Blurryface can easily circumvent it.)

His Disregards (This power allows the most recent action taken against Blurryface to make it as if it just did not happen, at all. Meaning right as Blurryface is given the killing blow to be slain, he could use this ability and practically say "You did, in fact, just take an action. But, seeing as I believe it to be a dumbass action, I've elected that not only am I going to ignore it, but also that it never happened to begin with, because I said so." before striking back.)

Eigengrau's Archival (This power allows Blurryface to take any point in time, at all, and then to make the universe see eigengrau as that period of time is completely fucking erased from having ever happened. So, let's say... Blurryface doesn't like a character he's fighting having been born at all. Fine; he can just erase the point in time from when that character's mother birthed him, erasing his entire existence in a flash of instantaneousness.)

Hazeform Summoning (This power allows Blurryface to summon a blurry clone of himself, which will copy his every move down to the minutest of twitches. He can only have up to 20 summoned at any given time, but he can direct them to instantaneously teleport to any location he can either see, knows exists and/or that he knows the exact coordinates of. He can also control the direction they're facing.)

Darksider Summoning (A power taken from some of my brother's characters, Blurryface can summon shadowy silhouettes of his foes, which I believe are 5% less powerful in every given aspect than their original counterparts.)

Illusion + Illusion Magic Mastery (Blurryface is completely fluent in both the art of casting illusions to fool foes and to use illusion magic, a different type of magic that summons illusions and then, at the most unexpected of moments, makes said illusions real.)

Sigil Casting (Blurryface has 6 types of sigils he can conjure to do different things for him. Here they are:)

- Ward ((Used to make invisible barriers that block entry through doorways, hallways and such. Blurryface himself is not affected by these wards but he can have only 6 up at a time.))

- Damage ((Used like a mine, placed on some surface, normally on the floor. Whenever something touches the location where the sigil is hidden, it bursts out with harmful magic and damages the victim greatly. Blurryface can place as many of these as he wants but any two Damage Sigils cannot be within a foot of each other.))

- Zip ((This sigil must have at least two different sigils placed in different locations, and Blurryface can see these sigils but nobody else can. When he steps into one of these sigils, he can use them both one time to instantly, untraceably zip between the two points. He must place new ones after this.))

- Summon ((This sigil allows Blurryface to summon up to 50 small creatures, 20 medium creatures or 10 large creatures to do his bidding until he either unsummons them or until they die.))

- Trap ((This sigil works similarly to the Damage Sigil but instead of harming the victim, it encases them in an inescapable magic prison. If the prison is not moved it stays for 6 hours. If the prison is moved at all and is used to, say, relocate the person inside somewhere else, then the prison lasts until Blurryface dismantles it.))

- Kill ((Only 3 of these can be active at any given time, and these are the deadliest sigils Blurryface has access to. These can either be directly casted at a foe or can be placed as a mine-type Sigil. In either case, whether the person steps on the trap or if the attack hits them, they roll a metaphorical dice between 1 and 2. 1 = immediate death, and 2 = the victim is fine.))

Possession (This allows Blurryface to take over the minds and/or forms of other people and things, gaining extreme control over their bodies or even quickly possessing some poor lackey he fooled into thinking he favored them for an alliance to use as a meat shield to take damage he doesn't wish to take.)

Spectation Form (This form can either be toggled on by Blurryface or is automatically the default form assumed by Blurryface when someone or something he is possessing becomes uninhabitable for some reason, such as it being completely obliterated. This form allows Blurryface significant speed buffing, intangibility and the ability to fly. However, he cannot be sensed by any detection systems and he cannot interact with the world around him. Fortunately, this also means he cannot take damage while in this form.)

Initiative Rearrangement (This ability allows Blurryface to sow disharmony in the synchronicity of multiple creatures fighting him, by causing them to become disorganized and to have their turns, actions and locations all changed, swapped and flipped on their heads to make everyone trip over each other as Blurryface either viciously retaliates, taking advantage of the weakness he cleaves in these groups with this ability, or slips away from their sight like a fucking rat, evading capture, injury, death or, otherwise, action from the afflicted group at all, while said group regains their senses from the insane bullshit that just happened to them.)

Concenbreak (Oh, what's that? You're concentrating on a powerful spell to trap Blurryface, damage him or to deliver the final attack to end him? Nope! Because with this power here, Blurryface can cause any concentration on anything to immediately break like a wine glass hitting a concrete floor, making the opponent immediately distracted and giving Blurryface enough time to do what he is going to do next.)

Electrokinesis (This is just broken. If you understand just how integral electricity is to most things, you know how fundamentally horrifying Blurryface having that power is. If you don't... allow me to elaborate: Blurryface can manipulate light, heat and even control matter itself because of the fact that all of that requires electricity to happen. Which Blurryface can control.)

Power Stealing (This is exactly what it sounds like Blurryface can steal away a power (or a spell) and then, with the help of another power, Spell Steal + Numerance, he can either immediately use the power/spell against any foe in sight or he can EAT the power/spell to regain health and, depending on how strong the power/spell is, give Blurryface a small buff in power himself. Either way, the foe forgets that they every had the power/ever knew the spell to begin with, essentially removing a power from their list or a spell from their mind in an author-like manner.)

Pocket {x10} (This goes hand in hand with the above power, as it offers an alternative fate for the power/spell that's yoinked; it can be stored away in a magical hammerspace that can hold up to 10 powers and/or spells at a time that Blurryface can extract and use at any given time.)

Curse Control (Blurryface can use this ability to dream up of any curse his twisted, eldritch mind can dream up, and then he can inflict these dreamt curses upon his foes on a whim.)

Difficult Field (This power is always active and allows Blurryface, or at least the area within a 1-meter circle of him, to be difficult to navigate because of erratic, harmful magic filling the area. It causes slight but rapid-fire damage when someone other than something Blurryface permits to be in the area is in said area. However, it doesn't just damage; it also cuts their speed down to a snail's crawl while the foe(s) are within that area.)

Attack Zip (This power dictates that when Blurryface has a successful hit landed upon him, he is immediately teleported up to 15 meters away from the source of damage that harmed him.)

Wall-Crawl (This allows Blurryface to defy the laws of gravity, walking {or nightmarishly scuttling like a demon} across vertical surfaces or even on ceilings.)

Contortion (This allows Blurryface to completely twist his body around in impossible ways, like spinning his arms backwards 360° or unhinging his jaw open to make sounds that'd instill terror into the hardiest of minds.)

Existential Distinction (This power is probably one of the most broken Blurryface has, as this power essentially distinguishes himself from EVERYTHING. He is nothing like anything has ever seen, running on a whole new alien system of magic and morality. In fact, this has many consequences. His mind is fathomless from of this distinction he has from every other thing to ever exist, and he is unable to be predicted or... well, interacted with properly at all by anyone else. His self is as rigid as bedrock, with possession and mind control attempts dinging off Blurryface like a rubber ball hitting a wall of steel. It's just not possible to get to Blurryface like that.)

Injury Rift (This allows Blurryface, when he receives an injury of some kind, to turn it into a rift to his home dimension, known as Nmadnehss, where horrific eldritch horrors of all kinds could slip out. When he decides to use this ability immediately after getting injured, a number between 1 and 7 is chosen. 1 = nothing came through the rift that was made and 7 = a veritable, whole fucking tidal wave of horrors come out from Blurryface's wound.)

Plane Jump (This ability allows Blurryface to instantly hop between the dimension he's currently in and any other dimension he so chooses, zipping from realm to realm as much as he damn well pleases and making foes that are capable of chasing him go on a wild goose chase after Blurryface, all across the multiverse, and making those who aren't... well, rip their hair out with frustration as this fucker gets away yet AGAIN.)

Hotswapping {People Edition} (Blurryface can use this ability to completely unweave groups of people that rely on certain people being able to do certain things... by just swapping out certain aspects of two people between said people. Power lists, personalities, traits, or all three, AMONG EVEN MORE POSSIBLE OPTIONS! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!!!!!)

Age Control (Blurryface can manipulate the age of other entities, making them either so young they pop out of existence or so old they disintegrate into dust {or just get a bad knee 😭}. Or anywhere in between.)

Tile-Based Twisting (This power allows Blurryface to organize the battlefield or the whole world as he sees fit. When he uses this power, Blurryface sees the world as separated like a grid, each side of each square being a meter long. Blurryface can shuffle these "tiles" around to change the appearance of the world entirely, swapping out some places with others and the like in incredibly complex manners.)

Force Stress (This power can be applied in two different ways; it can either be applied to matter to cause a huge amount of stress to wrack the object that was targeted, most times causing it to just shatter... or it can be mental stress upon a person that usually just causes them to go batshit insane.)

Action Retake (If either Blurryface or an opponent makes an action that Blurryface doesn't quite like but wants to be different in how he handles it, then this powers the go-to. It basically reverts time to a few seconds before the targeted action takes place, giving enough time for Blurryface to recalculate the move to get a better result out of it.)

Torrent Energy Supremacy + Control (This power allows Blurryface to control the erratic, eldritch energy that flows through his veins and though the void of Nmadnehss, called Torrent energy. Although by no means is he a god of this force, he is the supreme being behind it. If that makes any sense.)

Temporal + Spatial Lock (This power allows Blurryface to lock down and make inaccessible chronokinetic abilities other people have entirely, and it can also be used to lock down powers that manipulate space such as teleportation, portals and warp speed, among other things.)

Spectral Spiking (This power allows Blurryface to use his power to summon a spike of Torrent energy, hitting a creature's body and spirit as it both stabs into them and sends them flying down to the ground very quickly, demobilizing enemies that like to stay up above Blurryface where it is a tad bit more difficult to reach them effectively.)

Zenith Monument Raising (This power allows Blurryface to raise up to 5 large, black towers from the ground which are topped with a blob of Torrent energy. These masses of energy can shoot beams of magic that travels in an erratic, jagged manner until it gets to Blurryface where it merges with his body to make a constant connection, boosting his regeneration speed and effectiveness as well as giving him more buffing and power than any of his other abilities would allow. These monuments also are not only flowing with immense amounts of Torrent energy but they're made of solidified Torrent energy as well, making them invulnerable to all but the strongest magic attacks.)

Temporrent (This allows Blurryface to shuffle the flow of time, making different events and moments within a set period of time happen within random points in this period, randomizing time in unpredictable ways to make things that much more confusing.)

Circadia of the Realms (This power allows Blurryface to make the very magic that runs through a dimension do certain things. One particularly horrid thing he can do is make a realm's magic go dormant, making it utterly inaccessible while Blurryface has all the Torrent energy he damn well pleases. He can even make only certain areas magically dormant as well; he's that good at controlling that much power all at once.)

Eidolon Summoning (This ability allows Blurryface to summon an Eidolon, a perfect copy of a foe that can only be used against them once per fight against that person, but if used the Eidolon will look like a better version of the foe it's hunting and will be 5% better than them in every conceivable way, kind of like how Darksiders are 5% worse than their original counterparts, in every conceivable way.)

360° Vision (This allows Blurryface to see around himself in a 360 degree circle with no blind spots in his vision.)

Blindspot (This is a type of portal that Blurryface can use and it looks like a blurred part of reality itself, like an oval of blurring. Blurryface can zip through these and make as many as he wants. He can also make one Blindspot have a split chance of having Blurryface go through one of two it's connected to, or he could make a bunch of Blindspots connect to one.)

Deflection (This power allows Blurryface to deflect an ability or spell usage back at someone, such as deflecting a lightning spell back at its caster. Easy as that.)

Self-Detonation (Blurryface can cause himself to violently explode in a shower of flames, heat and spikes, after which he can reform and do it again if he wants to. He does this if he's in a situation where he's pinned and cannot escape. He also reforms at full health, essentially using this as a health resetting function.)

Prismatic Paragon (This allows Blurryface to summon a thick, glass-like energy shield that refracts and randomly flings around attacks that hit it, but the chaos never hits Blurryface as long as he's behind the Prismatic Paragon when it's doing its thing. After 30 seconds of this it desummons and the attacks it refracted and flung around that haven't hit anything yet vanish.)

Eidetic Memory (Blurryface's memory is one of the best sort there is, with anything or anyone Blurryface has met and/or seen, even if only once and a glimpse, to be vividly remembered for the rest of his days.)

Blurred Bloom Creation (Blurryface, when he frequents areas or casts some heavy magic in an area, the Torrent energy that lingers seeps into the ground and sprouts a few Blurred Blooms, colorful flowers with petals that look like Blurryface's horns. These flowers give slight buffs to Blurryface when he's around them and can act as beacons to the locations where they gather. If Blurryface stops going somewhere where Blurred Blooms are, they will eventually wilt away and vanish entirely after a few weeks. They also have a unique siphoning function, discreetly drawing magical energy from either the environment around them and/or individuals that get within a meter of them into their stems and processing it into Torrent energy which is then given to Blurryface when he goes around them once again.

Psychometry (Blurryface can simply touch a magical object or feel a magic force and immediately know the magic energy and the systems that govern it or the magic item by heart.)

Electrozipping (This allows Blurryface to use electricity to travel from place to place, going through televisions, radios, mobile devices and just about anything else that uses electricity.)

Apportation (Blurryface can teleport anything that isn't himself near himself, or just directly into his grip.)

Cross-Dimensional Awareness (Blurryface is acutely aware of all universes and can peek into them remotely at any given time, and in more than one, all at once. He also can see OUR universe this way.)

Telesthesia (Literally just what ties into one of the main uses of his Cross-Dimensional Awareness; the ability to send remote views of any location to Blurryface's mind immediately.)

Life Force Consumption (Blurryface can, in fact, draw the life force out of someone and eat it for sustenance and health, while also draining his enemies' health and sustenance.)

Salvation Negation (By way of a special marking he can cause to be permanently scarred into someone's flesh, he can make holiness and divinity flee from them, with nobody to help them. This mark is also used to mark the very few cultists of Blurryface that exist.)

Bane Beam (The Bane Beam is essentially a thick, solidified black block of Torrent energy that is not only highly concussive but also adapts the way it deals damage depending on what the person it's hitting's biggest weakness is.)

Scry N' Spy Halting (This power is always active and seems to cause any attempts at remote and/or secretive reconnaissance on Blurryface to just be colorful static to those who try it. Cameras have the effect and spies have that effect completely overtake their vision.)

Far-Reaching Influence (This basically allows Blurryface to reach farther than he could ever normally do with his arm length, interacting with things over 500 meters away from him.).

Hell Sphere (This item, acquired by way of thievery, transports anything it hits directly to a pocket dimension inside the handheld sphere, which is like Hell but without the Devil and without any thing there at all. Just fire, pain and suffering.

Torrounce (A summonable bouncy pad of Torrent Energy that draws power from other Torrounce pads in a 1/2 meter radius around them, meaning a bunch of Torrounce pads in the same area will have all of them bounce much higher than just one would.)

Hammerspace (An invisible pocket space used to store items, no matter how big or small or impractical or reasonable.)

Mad Evocution (This ability allows Blurryface to evolve, in a sense, gaining a few more powers and a more imposing, stronger form after he completes certain randomly decided tasks. There's no known cap as of now as to how far this evolution can go.)

holy shit this took me 3-4 hours PLS LIKE THIS 😭😭😭😭😭

[aihoshiino]

i rambled about this scene off of tumblr a while back so i'm just going to copy over my thoughts from that time because i basically would just be paraphrasing them anyway:

everything here clicks so well with that idea of like. ai was everything and did everything that everyone ever asked of her and none of it was ever enough. perfecting the smile that makes people happiest and then being criticized for it feeling fake when something fake is what they asked for in the first place.

it's so insanity inducing just from an outside pov, people demanding she be perfect and clean and pure and fake while also criticizing her for being Too Perfect and doing things Too Well and it's just!! it really is no wonder she was such a mess by the time she was 20 and it says SO much about what a brave, resilient person she is that even then, she was still doing her best and holding out hope

[oennpellmell]

I never had a dream where I was lost a school, late to work or couldn't find the bathroom. My dream are usually themed around war and or the planet destruction. They are pretty fun to have, it is like I am in my own action/catastrophe movie). One of my recurrent dreams is a tornado being on its way to destroy my house, and nobody beside me is reacting. It is pretty infuriating to try to convince people that are apathic to move their asses before it is too late. And I do this one often enough to be able to control it and not repeat what I have done in previous attempts (in fact, I have a bunch of dreams like that.) I still have to find a way to get my family out, to this day. And I won't talk about that one traumatic dream I had where I relived the "War of the Worlds" for an entire month, not repeating it, but by picking it up where I had left the story the previous night. Not being able to escape no matter how many time I woke, is a feeling that is still haunting me.

However there is one peculiar stress inducing dream that I actually wrote down after I woke up, as it was a real perfect set up for a horror film. Nothing gore, no blood every where. Nothing of the sort. That doesn't scare me. No, it was more unsettling and harrowing. I was alternatively incarnating four people in that dream (two men and two women) in a small lake town surrounded by fogs and inhabited by mostly fishermen and hunters. But there was something else living in the area that turned everyone against each other. It was like the town was plagued with murder and disappearance. And each of my character where at the same time a victim and a culprit, depending on the point of view the story was seen from. Except I was witnessing their life out of order, so I wasn't able to tell who among them was the killer. Until I realized that two of the characters that I was being were already dead when the story of the two other was happening. All of them where connected somehow, all of them seemed to have met at one point, and yet none of them had any relationship with one another. Despite all clue leading to believe otherwise. The build up of that dream literally give me the impression that each of them were losing their mind as the world slowly turned against them, until eventually they met their doom. It was only at the end of that dream that everything was made to frame my characters one after the other, and none of them realized it on time, while enduring ostracization. It was so insane and messed up that I felt completely helpless, as if the reality I was experiencing had nothing to do with the reality the other village folks were depicting. Until I had the big reveal as to what was really going on in this village and how even more messed up this all was in reality. Not to mention there was literally no possibility of survival for any of the character I was. Extremely unsettling and only turning around the idea of people building distrust and rumors until all human connection were lost. I titled that story "The Friend". And I sure want to make that story one day.

everyone has dreams about being lost at school, late to work, cant find bathroom etc but whats yalls most common Uncommon stress dream. ill always have dreams about having various problems with my fish tank

[two-red-lungs]

hey i love you

what abt pretty boy Dwayne sweetly eating out his girl for the first time

:-)

Absolutely I will ABSOLUTELY I will (kisses this ask) here you go I went crazy with this prompt I’m so sorry it turned out way more horny and less sweet I’m SORRY-

"Hungry" (TLB Dwayne x Fem!Reader NSFW)

"Don't be nervous." He murmured into the meat of your bare thigh.

You shivered: his voice vibrated your goosebump-prickled skin. "You gonna tell me you don't bite, now?" You joked weakly. It was hard to be calm, to be collected in any sense, when this... this tanned god was kneeling at the foot of the bed, broad, warm hands on your knees. Face inches from your cunt: exposed. Vulnerable.

First time for everything, right?

He chuckled. It was a low, warm, throaty noise. "Only when you ask me to." Dwayne swiped his pink tongue over his plush lips and readjusted his grip on your knees. Pulling them apart oh so carefully, oh so slowly, until you were spread before him.

Good christ. He was looking at you, at your folds and twitching opening, like it was something to salivate over. Like a man starved. His dark gaze tracked the length of your cunt, eyes burning under those severe brows.

“...Are you gonna-” You started to ask, and then he was on you. And oh. Oh. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You squawked, body seizing. Dwayne didn’t mess around. He didn’t ease you into it. He just went for it: a broad, flat tongue tasted the length of you, big and hot as sin against your folds. He buried his mouth in them, lips silky against you, that perfect fucking insanity-inducing tongue wriggling at your entrance, pushing into you before he moved up to attach himself around your clit, sealing his lips around it. 

It was almost too much, in its goodness. A kind of electric pleasure that made your muscles spasm, made magma-hot pleasure pool and stretch and burn all the way up your chest, all the way down your knees. Dwayne was relentless. Hungry. He mouthed and suckled and pushed into you, stretching your walls apart. And all the while, he stared. 

He fucking stared, gaze pinning you in place, those dark eyes watching your every twitch, the way your mouth fell open when he flicked at your clit with the tip of his tongue with concise little circles that made your fucking head fall back against the covers. 

“Dwayne. Shit, Dwayne, shit-” Was all you could say, brain stuck in a loop. There was no room for conversation, no room for thinking, not when his mouth was so fucking hot and wet and perfect. He hummed, deep and low in his chest, lips making wet, loud noises against your leaking pussy. 

You knew that look in his eyes. The look of a hunter, chasing something. Chasing your orgasm. 

One of his big, strong hands left your thigh and he was pushing a thick finger into your gummy slickness, crooking and fucking you with a skill and determination that only time and experience could bring. 

Oh, this was bad. This was bad, because his tongue wouldn’t stop writhing on you and it was all you could do to blindly clutch at a handful of that shiny, perfect hair and feel the dawning approach of that insidious wall of pleasure on the horizon.

“Oh god, you’re...you’re good at this. ‘M not gonna last.” You panted out. Trying to warn him. But your words just made him double down, an iron grip on your thigh to keep you pushed open for him, his mouth following every buck and shiver of your pelvis when your body tried to adjust to the relentless stimulation. Chasing you. Keeping you attached to him. 

Fuck, you loved him so much. 

One finger turned to two, a delicious stretching burn your channel eagerly accommodated, flooding slick and leaking down onto his palm. Your skin was prickling with sweat. It was so much. It was so much. 

He spoke against your swollen folds, voice wrecked with arousal. “So pretty.” He grunted out, spacing each word with a broad lick at your clit. “Taste good, too, girl.”

“Dwayne, you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” You told him desperately. He’d wound you so tight, so fast, it almost made you lightheaded. 

He laughed against your cunt, warm and caramel-rich, and the speed of his jackhammer fingering increased until you could feel nothing but one constant thrum of pleasure he was stirring inside you. He mouthed at your folds, suckling the wetness, and then sealed his lips over your clit again. 

You didn’t even get a chance to speak. To even say anything before you were cumming into his mouth, curling off the bed with your jaw hanging open and your eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. It was like your world was rendered black: a tidal wave of force sweeping over you, leaving just you, and those fucking fingers still hammering at you, determined to wring every bit of pleasure they could from you.

It was only when you started to shake that he released your clit from the overwhelming suction. You gasped and panted, staring up at the ceiling above you, trying to catch your breath. Your entire body was thud thud thudding with your rabbit heartbeat. 

There were fingers on your exhausted pussy, softly roving up and down through your dampness. You hazily looked down, over your pelvic bone, and saw Dwayne’s eyes focused on your swollen folds. He brought those fingers up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips. “Mmm.” He hummed again. Dark eyes finding yours. His free hand patted your thigh. “Couple more of those, and you might be able to fit me inside you.”

The words were bolts of arousal: your stomach clenched. God. This guy was gonna be the death of you. But what a way to go out, right?

[mellowyandere]

You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?” 

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.” 

[blueskittlesart]

Okay okay big ask - rate every loz game you’ve played (by stars or in order I don’t mind)

ok lets go!! i rated them on both story and gameplay seperately bc those r 2 different ratings in my mind lol. they're in the order i played them except aoc at the end bc it's not main-line. i also left out games i haven't finished yet (nes zelda, zelda II, ALBW)

OOT: gameplay 9/10 | story 1000000/10 video game of all time. i mean this with 100% sincerity playing oot was fundamental for me. gameplay gets 1 point off tho bc i vividly remember crying because i couldn't make the camera go where i wanted it to the first time i ever played it

MM: gameplay 7/10 | story 10/10 i think this game is a perfectly cohesive sequel to oot in basically every way possible. the navi thing makes me insane obviously but i won't dock a point for it because i understand narratively why the choice was made and like. it works. the only complaint i have with this game is that the gameplay itself was super difficult for me both now and when i was younger--not the dungeons specifically, but the timer being there and counting down in real time was so anxiety-inducing for me that it distracted from the story. I do actually like the timer from like an objective standpoint and i think it was really well-implemented i just can't enjoy it fully because of my own hangups lol

BOTW: gameplay 10/10 | story 1000/10 perfect game. i don't feel the need to elaborate. i genuinely think in like 10 years this game is going to be the modern-day oot in terms of industry influence

ALTTP: gameplay 8/10 | story 8/10 okay this is my first less-than-perfect story score and i want to make it clear that i am obsessed with the story of alttp ok. obsessed. but i can recognize that a lot of what i find great about this game comes from my own analysis and is. not actually super present in the source material. and it is the 3rd loz game ever released and. well. it shows. that being said i think of all the 2d games to play you should play this one

LINK'S AWAKENING: gameplay 6/10 | story 0/10 sorry i. did not like this game lol. too much retro-style gameplay and not enough interesting story to make up for it. i also vehemently hate platformers so the sidescrolling dungeon segments made me want to kms. the story also does not actually happen like. within the game's own canon bc it's all a dream so i couldn't bring myself to care. i never even beat this game bc the final boss pissed me off too much

TP: gameplay 8/10 | story 0/10 fuck this game. the story sucked. it was poorly written and disjointed, a huge mess thematically, and 90% of the non-dungeon gameplay felt like needless padding. i've said it before and i'll say it again: twilight princess was an oot remake written by people who did not understand ocarina of time and got all their information on the loz franchise from youtube videos with clickbait thumbnails entitled "10 DARK SECRETS nintendo doesn't want you to know!!!" that being said the motion controls were still better than sksw and it had some of the better dungeon designs in the franchise. fuck that fishing minigame tho

SKSW: gameplay 4/10 | story 10/10 ok to preface this i played the original wii version which is why the gameplay rating is so low. i would rather die than play through this game on my shitty old wii again holy shit. that being said the story was phenomenal and i'm really glad it got a remake with a functional control scheme so hopefully more people will see that

WW: gameplay 6/10 | story 9/10 this is a hard one for me. again i need you to understand that i played the gameboy version and therefore had to do the gameboy triforce hunt which is why the gameplay score is so low, but there were also some quality-of-life things like the hitbox sizes and some of the dungeon design that pissed me off a bit. as for the story, there are pieces of it that i could analyze obsessively for hours on end but there are also pieces that are kind of clunky to me in regards to the overall lore so it gets a less-than-perfect score lol

(bonus because it isn't really a main-line loz game) HWAOC: gameplay 8/10 | story 6/10 sigh. i want to like this game way more than i do. the gameplay is genuinely fun at times if a bit underwhelming compared to the game it takes its setting and characters from, but it never claimed to be a mainline game so i don't fault it too much for that. the story could be SO GOOD and there are some pockets of greatness in there (the sword-claiming scene, the scene where zelda's powers activate, general extra characterization of the champions, etc) but they just had to throw in some timeline fuckery and the most boring hot-topic-wannabe villain in the fucking world and ruin it for themselves. agh

[evilminji]

I was suuuuuummoned~✨️?

But also! On one hand, "Oooooh look at all these READINGS, sweety! This is so FASCINATING!" but???

On the OTHER HAND?

Their Babies!!! D:> D:>

If they are messing with/studying PORTALS instead of ghosts? Then the kids are either really, REALLY young or it's post reveal and everything went well? They've had their crying, screaming, trash the labs and rebuild from scrap, Our Life's Work was A WICKED CHILD KILLING LIE mental breakdowns and bounced back? In therapy, probably.

So either they have a TODDLER AND A BABY at home?

Or they only JUST realized house deeply broken their family has been for years, have been working to FIX that, and HEAL as a FAMILY. Which can't be done if they let their work RIP THEM AWAY from their kids AGAIN. Letting them think they've ABANDONED THEM!

They LOVE THEIR BABIES!!! D:< D:<

So? Mad Scientist, Tear Open Reality To Get Us Home, Speed Ruuuuuun~☆

It could ONLY happen in Gotham. The local ain't even surprised, honestly. Yeah. Yeah this tracks. Might as well happen. You catch the game, Saturday?

It? Is? HORRIBLE~♡

For everyone else! The good Doctor's are honestly both relieved and DELIGHTED to find so many if the supplies they need in easy... liberating, distance. They were concerned it might take too long! But honestly? They are making EXCELLENT time! They've had longer science binges! And honestly, they estimate they SHOULD be done by weekend's end!

It be SOONER if this pesky Bat Creature would stop trying to interfere.

But really, they understand, they seem to have landed in it's hunting grounds and are making a fuss. Sorry~ Mr. Bat Creature! They'll be out of your fur in just a BIT, okay?

Pity they can't study it, in its natural habitat. It seems so FASCINATING! Highly intelligent and adaptive! Knows martial arts! Maddie wonders where it learned them? *wistful sigh* If only they had the TIME to figure out...

But! Their kids are more important.

So FLOOR IT, SWEETY!

*Improvised GAV tears out of the side of a building*

Needless to say? Batman is having a TERRIBLE week. A god awful, no good, nightmare inducing, wrong bad "WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS!?", fucking [REDACTED] week. Next person who asks, that ISN'T a Kryptonian, gets punched. All his children agree.

Damian has begun BITING for God's sake.

And the worst part? They are... are so damn CHEERFUL about it. "Lovey-dovey" as Spoiler puts it. Acting in perfect tandem, like they've been doing this for years. Yet? They came out of NO WHERE. Are tearing his city apart, and in some cases? He means that literally.

The level of technology they are taking is all over the place.

It's not being SOLD.

So they are BUILDING something, someWHERE. And? Just as he barely... BARELY! Manages to figure it out? Track down the Euclidean NIGHTMARE machine in some gutted old building just outside Gotham? The beating heart of wires, endless maw of cobbled together plastics and steel?

They get JUST close enough to watch they insane couple...

Deranged, yet strangely harmless, who've yet to kill a single soul for all the property destruction they've wrought...

Bright and in love, cheerful and together, brilliant yet seemingly POSSESSED...

Turn on the machine. That whirs, groans, roars. A rumble that can be felt for miles. Power being sucked out of half the city. Creating something WRONG. Twisting and distorting the light of the room. Before like a blackhole's creation... somehow both in full and in reverse...

The room is painted in a terrible GREEN.

Like the Lazarus. But even through shoddy cameras, that are already starting to glitch and strain, the color is... too RICH to be real. Like reality is beige. Washed out gray. Placed next too some deep and vivid pigment. One that cuts through the fabric of reality and paints itself in a...

Looking at it hurts. Trying to gage it's depth, it's width. It's NATURE.

The couple is cheerfully gathering their bags.

No. Oh god, No. Like coming across the note before the act itself, like seeing someone on the edge of a building or too close to the tracks. Floor it. Faster! Go, go, GO! They have to make it! The couple are insane, and yes, they may have BUILT this, but they could not possibly comprehend what they were about to do.

Like watch a trainwreck in slow motion.

Eyes glues to the camera feed.

Each step they take, drawing closer to oblivion, feels like it stretchs on forever and happens too fast. T-They are taking about their children. "When they get back". There IS no coming back. Don't do it. Don't DO IT! Five steps, four, three...

The Batmobile is tearing down the road...

The cameras glitch violently.

*BOOM!*

Because? You know damn well, The Fentons protect their Tech. Like he'll they'd leave it behind to be reverse engineered! No, no. Once they're through safely? They're gonna detonate it. That's why they picked someplace out of the way!

But that's THEIR point of view.

Everyone else?

Saw them enter the nightmare device. The machine no one else could understand, built of peices and parts that shouldn't go together, towards ends unknown... that somehow BROKE REALITY... and then? It exploded. They were just.

Just gone.

They came out of nowhere. Were bright, chaotic, possibly possessed. And now they're dead. They had kids. Two of them. They were madly in love, brilliant, showed random moments of "clarity" and kindness. It? Sure does SEEM like something was done TO them. Doesn't it?

Since mad scientists like THAT would have been pretty noticeable. For a long time.

So we can only assume, they were NORMAL scientists. The mother knew both armed and unarmed combat, but honestly? With the number of rogue attacks these days? That's not uncommon. A lot of mothers have started taking classes. And being a SCIENTIST, she would be particularly at risk.

Did they come across something that effected them? Was it an attack? A rival? What's become of their children?

It's going to HAUNT the Bats.

Because they failed.

And the Fenton's payed the price.

(Elsewhere, with their family: -and here's YOUR souvenir, Jazzypants! It's a paper on this clown fella! Well, more like a book of them! We got ALL sorts of stuff from the pat Arkham place! Danno! We got YOU some SPACE ROCKS! And an ACTUAL ALIEN action figure! *excited kid noises!*)

DP X DC Prompt #80

Jack and Maddie slip through a natural portal and end up in Gotham.

[jaehyunzzmilk]

make a wish

pairing: johnjae x reader (incubus angels)

word count: 2.1 k

genre: smut

summary: imagine johnny and jaehyun appearing in your room to satisfy your sexual dreams

notes: hey angels, as promised I'm uploading the first part of this fic I've always wanted to write, first chapter has to be with johnny and why not add my other bias, god gave us two holes for a reason lol next parts will be with other nct members but omg I got so horny while writing this, hope you like it, leave a feedback if you like

warnings: threesome, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, spanking, biting, choking, cum play, anal (female receiving)

"Make A Wish"

You're searching for some books at the occultism part at the library, you're not exactly sure what you're looking for, you just hope to find some answers for the dreams you're having. It was always the same dreams, well not the same story every time but it was always with the same men and at the same place, since you could remember. "Aren't people supposed to have different dreams?"

But the funny thing is, you're not afraid, the dreams are not nightmares, you actually like the feeling. There are these beautiful men, you think they are angels, always the same ones, there's something about them, when they appear in your dreams you get a level of serotonin you don't need anything else, you can feel them touching you, it's like you loved them.

You were almost obsessed with it, to a level where you spent most of your time sleeping trying to dream about it again. Of course you couldn't tell them to any therapist or friend because they would say you were insane, so you decided to do your own research.

While searching over the bookshelves, a word grabs your attention "Incubus".

'These demons crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep.' You've heard about this before. While reading that quote a flash went through your brain of one of them fucking you, you couldn't remember which one was it, but the fact that you had a better feeling of orgasm from a dream that your real life was exciting. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to dream about it again.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a dream and don't remember about it at all? But you know you had the dream, and who it was with. That's how you feel about the demons or angels from your dreams. But the only thing you're sure it's you have to find a way to extend the feelings, enjoy them and ironically be conscious. You want to remember their faces, to talk to them, to fully feel them.

When you get home you prepare tea to start reading your book, you don't want to drink coffee because you want to sleep easily. Reading through the pages you learn that since the old days people experience dreams like the ones you do, for some people it might feel like nightmares, sleep paralysis and some even feel pain, it can last years. Then you learn something called lucid dream, that basically you can have control over your actions. You just wanted to see them again.

Can you induce a lucid dream? You were going to try it. There's a lot of ways to lucid dreaming, a lot of them involved setting up an alarm after you're in an REM phase of your sleep, which is the deepest level of sleep, then staying up for 30 minutes and getting back to sleep again. It was too much work, you were gonna try the easiest way.

Hours later, after reading the book and googling everything about lucid dreaming, you lay down on your bed and you try to remember some of your old dreams, that's what one of the articles says. You try hard to remember details, things you normally don't remember like the smell, the noises, the colour of the walls… And you repeat to yourself "I will dream about them tonight, I will remember my dream"

After about 30 minutes you're impatient, you can't stand to stay still anymore, you try everything but can't fall asleep. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling then you grab your phone.

[1:00 am]

"- I love when she uses that silk night dress" A voice from the corner of the room says.

"- Look how perfect she is waiting for us!" Another voice says.

The two tall men walk towards your bed. They are tall and beautiful. They wear silk white clothes and have a skin that looks like porcelain.

Did it work? Were you dreaming?

"Are you angels?" You ask and sit down on your bed.

Both of them look at each other and laugh, they are sitting at the tip of the bed now.

"- You're the only angel here princess" The guy on the right says.

They come closer to you.

"- You were waiting for us, right? Did you miss us?"

"Ye-Yes but… Who are you? Can I know your names?" You say afraid you're going to wake up and they will disappear.

"- It's ok princess, we're not going anywhere! My name is Johnny" - He says passing his fingers through your hair.

"- I'm Jaehyun!" He lays on your side.

Gosh, how could they be so beautiful? It seems that you're in control of your actions now. You suddenly get shy and don't know what to do. If it's a dream then why does it feel so real?

"- You called us, right princess? Don't be shy" Jaehyun says and moves his hands up your tights, your whole body shivers with goosebumps.

"- Just relax angel, we'll take care of you, that's why we're here" Johnny says while kissing your neck.

Jaehyun moves his hand up and touches your core with the tip of his fingers.

"- Look Johnny, she's not wearing any panties! She was begging for us to come"

You moan while Jaehyun kisses the other side of your neck. Johnny takes off the shoulder strap from your night dress exposing one of your breasts and he goes down giving wet kisses on your nipple. Jaehyun moves your chin to his direction and kisses you, soft but intense.

"- Tell us what you want princess! Make a wish!" Johnny says, kissing your collarbones and grabbing your boob with his hand.

"I want you, both, all night"

Now Johnny kisses you, and Jaehyun starts to finger you slowly.

"- You have us, wish conceived!" Jaehyun says while taking off your night dress.

"- You're perfect!" Johnny passes his hands through your body and takes off his clothes. He kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip.

When Jaehyun's mouth makes contact with your clit you moan in Johnny's lip. You reach out to Johnny's length and start to move your hands up and down, spreading the precum from the tip to his base. Johnny comes back to sucking your nipple while Jaehyun is eating you out.

"- I want that pretty little mouth around my cock" Johnny says, grabbing your face to his cock. He pushes his length all the way into your mouth making you gag, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth while you moan and take him all in. Holding your neck with one hand Johnny finds a way to reach your clit with his free hand while Jaehyun is devouring your pussy. Jaehyun's twitching back muscles looked so beautiful with his head between your legs and Johnny making sure he was also pleasuring you while you sucked him.

"- Such a good girl, does it feel good having both of us all for you?" Johnny says, pressing his finger harder on your clit. You pull out Johnny's length from your mouth for a second so you can breathe, your back arches and whole body tense because of how close you are. You give a loud moan when Johnny taps your clit and kisses you again.

"- Are you gonna cum on Jaehyun's mouth angel?" He bites your lower lip.

"Yes... Yes, I'm coming!" You scream in pleasure.

After recovering from your high Jaehyun bites your inner thigh and comes up to kiss you. "Look at how sweet you taste" Jaehyun gives you a deep kiss and Johnny collects your juices with his fingers and puts it in his mouth to also taste you. "- So wet for us!" Johnny says, his eyes get darker and he grabs your neck and kiss it from behind. Johnny grabs your hips and pulls down on his lap, he teases you brushing his cock on your ass.

"- Bend over for me!" Johnny says. You obey and get on all fours, looking up to see Jaehyun's smirking at you. Johnny gives a slap on your ass and you moan in surprise, getting even more wet.

"- Look at me "Jaehyun positions himself in front of your mouth and grabs your neck hard while Johnny enters your pussy with one deep thrust. He fucks you hard and deep while Jaehyun chokes you.

You reach for Jaehyun's dick hard on his stomach and take him in your mouth. You pick up a rhythm, tears coming out of your face from being stuffed with both of their dicks, room filled with the obscene noises of moans and skin slapping. Jaehyun moves his hips deep in your throat making you gag and choke and each one of your moans sends vibrations making him twitch. Jaehyun pulls out for a moment just to tease his tip on your lips, then you deepthroat him again. Johnny's thrusts are getting faster, making you moan into Jaehyn's cock, Johnny is moaning hard as well. "- I'm gonna cum" He digs his nails into your hips and comes hard inside you. At the same time Jaehyun removes himself from your mouth and grabs his dick in his hands "- Me too" he says. With no warning Jaehyun releases into your face making a mess, splashes of cum all over your face. Johnny is still inside you, he pulls your chest against his, holding your boob with your hand and your neck with the other. "- Look at the mess Jaehyun did to your pretty face, you like that don't you?" You push down in his cock and start moving your hips in circle motions "- You're so dirty, are you gonna come for us one more time?" Johnny asks. Johnny holding your weight on him, Jaehyun puts his fingers on your lower ab. "You look so good with Johnny's cook deep in your pussy" Jaehyun teases you while you keep thrusting on Johnny, he puts his hand in your belly, right where Johnny's dick is, then lowers to your clit. "- Cum for us one more time" Jaehyun says. You cum on Johnny's dick, legs shaking and you relapse on your bed.

Johnny and Jaehyun lay on your sides, Jaehyun is facing you and Johnny is behind. Johnny pulls your hair exposing the back of your neck giving you a kiss. "- Are you ready for round 2?" Jaehyun asks, kissing you. He lifts one of your legs, giving an easy access to your core, he teases your pussy lips with his tip, you whine wanting more. Johnny takes the leaking cum from your core to your butt hole, inserting a finger carefully to stretch you out. You squirm to reach Johnny's face and kiss him, rolling your hips to feel Jaehyun's dick brushing against your core and Johnny's fingers on your ass. "- Do you want our cocks filling you up? Can you handle that?" Johnny asks. "-Yes, yes please fuck me, I can take it".

Jaehyun stops the teasing and pulls his whole length into you, then pulls slowly out leaving only the tip inside you, he keeps doing that over and over, the overstimulation in your pussy lips is driving you insane, you whine. "- Sorry, I didn't hear you" Johnny says and slides his cock into your ass, you moan even louder than before with every thrust. The new feeling of pleasure consumes your body, two cocks inside your holes filling you up so good. They were being more gentle, the thrusts were slow but deep. Their hands running all over your body.

"- Fuck, how can you be so tight?" Jaehyun moans "You'll be so full with our cum" you drag your nails into his back. You tilt your head back, resting on Johnny's chest.

"Oh God, I can't hold for much longer!" You scream. Your body and mind are going blank with the overstimulation. Johnny and Jaehyun still thrusting into you, deeper and harder. You squirt on Jaehyun's dick so hard and he climaxes right after you. Jaehyun removes from you and Johnny's thrusts gets messier as he grabs your body with more strength as he is closer to his orgasm, with a few more pounds he releases into you groaning.

You breathe heavily trying to recover. "You did so well, my love!" Johnny says kissing you. Jaehyun helps cleaning you up and softly passes his fingers through your body.

"I don't want you to disappear, please stay with me, only with me!" You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. "- Don't worry my angel, we are only yours!" Jaehyun says. "Promise?" You look at them. "- Yes baby, we promise!"

"I don't want this dream to end" You say and fall asleep in their arms.

"Find us in your daydream" Johnny whispers.