#but doesn't take away the fact they fUCKED the fun out of mercy

[bam-monsterhospital]

they...... deleted the fun out of mercy. again. y’know. instead of tackling sojourn’s one-tap and overall damage.

you can’t nyoom as mercy now. you can’t be a fighter jet.

WELP. time to not play mercy anymore i guess.

[eccentricallygothic]

Since I don't see much of it,may I request a dark robber Bucky AU? That turned soft dark? It can be a home robbery. Or a bank robbery. Whichever's easier for you. But I feel like a bank robbery would be way more thrilling. Maybe he held her as a hostage and had his way with her. But then decided he wants to keep her for himself after all and add kidnapping to the list <3 Ski mask and all. Like the one Seb wears for his role in that Destroyer movie with Nicole Kidman. Except I want to request the long haired Civil War Bucky looking Bucky in this one. Just imagine how hot it is when he takes off his ski mask & reveals himself to her in all his glory with his long hair falling to the sides of his face and framing it perfectly. And reader is just stunned,because he's too beautiful. Again,if you want to do a home robbery instead,it's fine too. He went to rob a house but wasn't expecting the pretty little thing hiding under the blanket/in the closet. Decided to have some fun on his "quest" and had his way with her but had a change of mind and decided to correct his way, "moves in" with reader in her home and get a proper job now so he can finally marry her in the near future and propose to her with a diamond ring,one that doesn't belong to reader's mother/grandmother/aunt lol. And finally have that break,that normal life he's been craving for so long now and a beautiful wife by his side to spend his whole life with. Sorry if this request sucks,just haven't seen much robber AUs of Bucky so I thought why not? Okay,that's all I got. Whether you want to take it up or not,thank you so much <3 I'll keep enjoying your other works :D

so… um… idk if you know me or not but i am kinda known on here for being a mad slut… i hope you like it and please don't hate me if you don't i know i am greedy af. ill redo it with one of the scenarios if you don't like it <333 

| Small World |

Pairing: Dark-Soft-Dark Robber!Bucky Barnes | Naïve!You.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!Bucky, bank robbery, violence, knife play, gun play, fear kink, unprotected p-in-v sex, missionary, doggy style, corruption kink, sir kink, power imbalance, Daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, he's lowkey mean, size kink, naive!Reader, virginity loss, fingering, spanking, dacryphilia. Minors do not interact. 

MASTERLIST

Panicked and horrified eyes turn to stare at you when you are pointed out of your group of hostages to stand up from your position on the ground. Some of your colleagues look at you with pity, others with hope and plea in their teary eyes.

Please, do it for us.

The greater good, and all.

Before you can decide whether you are the sacrificial lamb type or not, the masked man who has called out for you wraps one of his gloved hands around your arm and tugs you away from your group. Your meek and wheezed out requests fall on deaf ears as you are marched down the main hall.

“P- Please!” You turn your head to look back at his covered face with tear stained cheeks, head slightly shaking as your hands tremble beside it from their position in the air.

“I won’t repeat myself” the soft volume of the man’s voice can easily be easily mistaken for mercy if not for the menace in his tone. And the fact that he has the biggest stature out of his entire group –practically a giant- does not help your case. “Get the fuck inside or I’ll make you” he nods towards the door of the manager’s office, gun trained at you threateningly. “Move it.”

Within the next few moments, the man has you pressed up between him and the heavy wooden desk while he towers over you, toying with the loose strands of your hair with a little pocket knife that he has brandished out of his leather jacket.

“Please…” You helplessly plead in vain, thighs quivering from the way he rests his gun between your legs. Your shaking thighs tightly hug the barrel as the tip presses into the table.

“Aw, honey” he is relaxed and unfazed, almost as though he is unaware of the severity of the situation. Or perhaps this is more natural to him than you can ever know. A chill rises in your back as realization hits you. He cannot care less. “Why are you crying?” The man gathers a drop of your panic on the tip of his blade before bringing it to his mouth and taking a lick before humming at the taste. “I just wanna be friends… don’t you wanna be friends?” Your bottom lip wobbles as you shake your head stupidly. 

“P- Please lemme go join the rest…” He sighs at your sob, disappointed. 

“Out there with all those average Joes?” His teal eyes watch you from behind the mask as he traces the shape of your clothed boobs with the knife. “Oh, come on, pretty girl” terror fills you when you feel his hard-on rubbing against one of your knees. “You’re too special to be out there with those lowlifes, baby” your body freezes when the knife trails its way up your chest to rest on your bottom lip.

“P- Please…” A whisper shudders its way out of your still lips while your widened eyes watch the blade trail along the opening of your mouth. “D- Don’t hurt me, s- sir…”

“I won’t have to if you behave…” The tip of the weapon clinks against your teeth as the crown of his gun caresses your intimate part at the same time; having found its way into your pencil skirt. “So say, doll. Will you behave for me?” You would be a fool if you think that you have any other choice than to nod. “Use your words now, come on” his muffled coo is so soft it nearly triggers something inside you. 

But before you can ponder over it, his hand thumps against your cheek to bring you back to the present moment and you find yourself instantly nodding again. "Y- Yes, sir. I- I'll behave for you…" Something scratches at you from deep inside, but the sickening stimulation that you're being subjected to keeps you bound in the present moment.

"Good girl" you let out a relieved exhale when he pulls the blade from your lips and now brings it to the buttons of your blouse. "Tell me, honey. Do you have a boyfriend?" Your cheeks flush despite the situation and you gulp, lowering your eyes to watch him bounce the stitch holding your button together against the sharp metal. "Or… maybe a little girlfriend?" You can't help but loudly gasp when the thread finally comes undone and your swells bounce into his view. 

"P- Please, sir…" The man tuts and shakes his head. 

"Remember, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you are nice to me…" As if to put emphasis on his words, he straightens the knife and softly pokes one of your boobs by sliding the tip inside. You can't see it but your hurried apology makes him smirk under the mask. "Now, then. Where were we…?" 

"N- No, sir…" You softly sob, unable to control your tears. "I d- don't have a boyfriend…" 

"Good girl" he speaks as if he knows you and like you owe it to him, his gun-holding hand disappearing inside his jacket to put the weapon away. Though the relief that washes over you at the sight is short-lived because said hand then comes to grip and caress one of your thighs… under your skirt. "You're too good for silly little boys" your mouth falls agape when he suddenly catches two more of your buttons in a single strike, making your boobs jerk downwards due to the sudden change in pressure. 

"Please–!" 

"Shhhh" his rough hands yank you closer and against him by the help of your ass, your clothed core colliding with his bulge as he now presses the wider part of the knife against your lips. "I won't remind you again, baby. I'll only be nice to you if you shut up and behave like a good fucking girl" his eyelids flutter a little when his hips move against yours. "Because you'll look just as pretty to me without a tongue as you do now, so make your choice" you freeze as blood drains from your face. 

The man gives you a few moments to try him and then he hums in satisfaction when you don't dare. 

"See, that wasn't so fuckin' hard, was it, baby?" Your eyes sting from how tears keep spilling out and down your face in thick streams, the saltiness pricking at your lips as you feel his knife cut your skirt open from the middle before he tears an opening in your pantyhose, groaning at the sight of your pussy before you feel the leather of his gloves tease your folds. "Fucking hell, honey. You've such a cute little pussy on you" you can no longer clearly see what he's doing due to your blurry vision, but the violation of your intimate parts leaves you devoid of any desire to do so. 

Your mind screams at you to stop him.

No one should touch you.

You don't know why exactly, but every fiber of your existence is screeching at you to run. 

Not so much to escape, instead to avoid being defiled. 

But what match are you to an armed man who is thrice your size? 

"It's so tiny and fragile, do you think she can handle me, huh baby?" His voice is heavy as he now pumps his huge leaking cock with one hand, hissing when he touches the tip against your opening to gather some of your slick before spreading it on himself. "You can cry as many of those pretty little tears as you want, angel. Your naughty little pussy is telling me everything I need to know" a sob leaves you at his words as you helplessly sit wide legged with your head hung low, hands resting flat on the table behind you like you had been instructed to do so a few moments ago, now awaiting the inevitable. 

"Fuck" he can't help but roughly curse when your opening refuses to accommodate him and his thick tip slides off it a couple times. "A feisty one" he snickers casually like this is the most normal thing ever. "Good thing I am in the habit of taming–" his words abruptly disappear into a grunt that is accompanied by a jerk of his hips, the action eliciting a loud moan of discomfort from you, "–silly brats like this sweet little pussy here" your back arches as your features scrunch in discomfort, nails pressing against the wooden tabletop. Your pussy squelches around his cock as it is being pried open by his thick girth. 

"Ohhh, sir!" You grunt and more tears escape your eyes. "N- No, no…" Your thighs tremble as you shake your head in horror. "N- No… This is wrong…" Your voice is barely a whisper but he seems to understand you clearly. 

The man cruelly chuckles, the action causing vibrations to travel up your body from where they are connected. "But it sure feels fucking great, don't you agree?" The flat part of his knife digs into the side of your leg as he tightens his hold on your thighs and settles on a rhythm, hips rocking back and forth between the space of your legs. 

Your arms give out and buckle in, causing you to land on your elbows as the loud squeaks of your pussy squeezing at the skin of his cock before letting it go with humiliating clicks only for it to repeat fills the air. 

Your lack of response makes him snort. "What, you don't agree?" When you still don't say anything and just continue to stare at his ski mask, a competitive glint appears in his teal eyes. He brings the knife to your lips and holds it against them. "Kiss it" when your shoulders shake with silent sobs, his hips speed up and the blade presses harder against your skin. "I said, kiss it!" The harshness of his tone forces you to succumb to fear and you obey, nearly sliding up and down the table as you peck the metal. "Now thank me for fucking you" your lips wobble against the weapon but he is relentless as he pants for air in the mask, one hand tightly curled around your knee as your other leg dangles from the table. 

"T- Thank you for fucking me, s- sir…" He twitches inside you with a satisfied growl, each thrust fucking into you deeper and deeper. 

"Now tell me I am the best cock you've ever had" your head is splitting. You feel as though you are being pulled in two opposite directions. A chaos has erupted in your mind and you can barely register his demands anymore. "Do it!" The slap he lands on your boob breaks your train of thought but the hit triggers something inside you and you speak before you can think it over. 

"Please, sir! He won't like it! I can't!" You have no idea who you are referring to and the way his eyes narrow down at you signals that he doesn't either. 

Just what the hell is going on? 

The entirety of today feels like one big Deja Vu.

"Who won't like it?!" His thrusts have turned animalistic but his voice is much less nonchalant than before. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend!"

"I don't!" You squeak out through your tears as your pussy clenches around him and your stomach flips over, the overwhelming sensation in addition to the cruel way in which his hips snap causing your elbows to give up at last. 

"Then who the fuck are you talking about?!" Your shoulders knock over the stationary holder as you shake your head helplessly. 

"I- I don't know!" His hot seed explodes in your tight cavern as you whine loudly, desperate to get away from the assault his cock is inflicting on your worked up gspot. "I don't know! I don't know!" You are at a puzzling loss of words. "But he won't like it! He won't!" 

His concluding thrusts feel almost angry -not that they were much tender in the first place- as a string of muttered curses release from his clenched mouth, the man's long dark hair swaying over his broad shoulders every time he moves. 

"Fucking hell, angel" he rasps once he has finally stopped, though he still remains inside you. "They really did do a number on you, didn't they?" His mask is nearly snatched off his face in the next moment to reveal the most handsome man you have ever seen. 

Utterly remarkable features accompany the teal eyes that watch you angrily, shiny long strands framing them in the most attractive way as the wide shoulders of the man rise and fall with each furious exhale of his flared nose. His sharp jaw that is covered in light stubble is tightly set as he scans your face, fingers tightening around your flesh more and more with the passing second. 

You feel your nether region blink against his cock as you numbly take notice of every detail that he has to offer. Your eyebrows furrow after a few moments when you realize just what you are doing. Then as your eyes begin to widen and palms find the surface of the desk to press against it in order to hoist you up, the realization of why you are doing what you are dawning upon you. 

Your face is next to his within the next second, the discomfort of your joint bodies long forgotten as you reach a finger out towards his face to touch it. 

"Oh, my God…" You whisper as you slowly trace out what the mask had been hiding and like a dam broken, a barrage of memories hits you so hard your vision falters momentarily. "No way…" Your hand falls limp at your side in shock.

"Small world, eh?" His grin glints in the dim lighting of the room. 

. . . 

A loud thump sounded right outside the door of your wardrobe and you couldn't help but whimper, the sound making you widen your eyes before you hurriedly buried your mouth in your fuzzy yellow blanket. 

It was an ordinary Saturday night and you had been watching a movie when you had run out of snacks. So you paused it and got out of bed to grab yourself something from the kitchen but faint unexpected footsteps in the hallway leading to your room forced you to halt your quest.  

Thankfully, you had made it into your current hiding spot just in time before the door to your room slowly opened and a huge figure stepped in, peeking around the room before it stilled in front of the TV. You watched through the slits of the doors as the mysterious man had put two and two together before beginning his search. 

For you. 

You slowly shifted a little to see better when he disappeared momentarily, but then he suddenly walked by the wardrobe and you had to stuff the blanket in your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. The man paused and scanned the room again. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as he turned towards your bathroom and vanished from your field of vision again. A door opened before clicking close and you sighed in relief. 

Letting a few moments pass before slowly opening the door to a crack, you half turned to grab Kiki, your cuddle buddy and favorite teddy in the entire world from where she had fallen off your lap a moment ago. Though when you went to exit the wardrobe to find your phone and figure out your next move, you found a pair of teal eyes watching you from the crack you had just created, the shock causing you to jump out of your skin and land against the wall behind you with a loud gasp.

You clutched your blanket and teddy close to your pounding chest as you hid your face in your knees, shaking in fear as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

Some moments passed in complete silence before you felt hands tugging at your cocoon. "Please, please, please!" The most soothing voice you had ever heard responded to them. 

"I'll be nice to you if you'll be nice to me" his words were the most convincing you had ever heard. "What do you say, angel?" You raised your head just enough to see a metal arm extended towards you. 

"Please don't hurt me" you whispered through a wobble of your bottom lip.

"I won't have to if you behave yourself" his form towered you like a vulture hunching over its prey. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" Your furniture had given him some idea of the kind of person that you were. 

And the rest Bucky wanted to find out for himself.

He had decided that he would have you before he had even stepped inside this room when the framed pictures of you with friends and family decorating the living room had caused a tent inside his pants. 

"Use your words for me" you whimpered before slowly nodding your head. 

"Y- Yes, sir. A- Am a good girl" he hummed before thrusting his held out hand in your direction. 

"Come on, then. Don't make me repeat myself" the menacing edge to his tone made you gulp and comply before the minute's end. 

You were slowly and carefully helped out and onto your feet. The stranger's silky hair rushed forth to frame his face when he lowered it to look at Kiki as she landed with a thump on the floor. 

Holding your hand in a firm grip, the man bent to pick her up but didn't hand her back to you. 

"And who is this?"

"K- Kiki, sir."

"Is she your… friend?" 

"B- Bestie, s- sir…" Unbeknownst to you, his cock hardened at your choice of words. 

Fuck. 

"Do you want her back?" You slowly nodded with pleading eyes. 

He hummed again before speaking. "There's a condition." 

"C- Condition, s- sir?" 

"You will be quiet and obedient."

You agreed, not that you had much of a choice but Kiki's wellbeing was your top priority.

The stranger placed you on your bed within the next few moments, pulling your blanket away and giving you a pointed look before threateningly waving the poor teddy in the air when a low whine escaped you. The warning was enough for you to shut your mouth as you curled your toes, flushing under his violating gaze that scanned your underdressed form. 

You were clad in nothing but a tank top and some strawberry pattern underwear. The sudden shift in your body temperature due to the lack of a blanket made your nipples harden against the sheer material of your shirt and the man cursed under his breath before his free hand traveled to his bulge. 

"Why don't you show me how well you and Kiki get along, huh, angel?" You eagerly nodded when the teddy was finally allowed back in your safe hold and you protectively hugged her before going to speak but his next action had you gasping in shock instead. 

"Sir–" 

The man clicked his tongue. "One little peep and you can sweep little Kiki from the hearth tomorrow morning" your eyes became glassy at his words, bottom lip wobbling. And then you inaudibly vowed upon your teddy's safety. 

"S- Sorry, sir."

"See?" His breathing was labored when he stripped you of decency, spreading your legs to examine what was between them and inaudibly grunting at the sight. "That wasn't so hard now, was it, baby?" You shuddered and exhaled heavily through your mouth when his hand curved over the shape of your pussy, thumb swiping over your moist folds.

"N- No, sir." He clicked his tongue. 

"You're too little for that, honey. Call me Daddy." Though questions emerged in your mind, you kept them to yourself for Kiki's sake. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow as his digit found its way to your entrance and he poked at it, the sensation causing you to jump up in shock. 

But you knew better than to express it.

"... Y- Yes, Daddy…" The word felt foreign and awkward in your mouth, but the intrusion of your private areas overpowered every other feeling. 

"Tell me how it feels, honey" the man's tone turned into one of coaxing as the tip of his thumb glided up and down between your folds before circling your entrance. But he kept it from invading your privates for now. 

Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as you whined, nuzzling your face into Kiki. "W- Weird, Daddy" that seemed to please him, and he hummed in approval.

"Good girl" a loud and confused squeak escaped you when he pushed the tip of his digit up your glistening slit next. 

"S–" the click of his tongue stopped you and you corrected yourself just in time. "Daddy!" 

"It's okay, honey. Daddies are supposed to take care of their little babies like this" his thumb was soon replaced by his middle finger and you couldn't help but let out a moan when it began to toy with the hood of your clit now, his finger working you open all the while. "See, getting better, isn't it, angel?" It was nothing but strange for your inexperienced body. Your hips tightened but you had no idea what it meant or led to. 

And the intimidating visual was not helping the puzzle. 

"L- Looks so scary, Da- Daddy" your bottom lip jutted out as you sniffled, unknowingly clenching around his finger and making him twitch inside his pants in turn.  

"Aw, baby" he could swear you were the most precious thing he had ever come across. "Too much for your innocent eyes to handle, is it?" He had to have you. "Daddy can help you with that" his finger plopped out of you and your hole retracted, a shudder running down your spine at both the feeling itself and the loss of contact. 

A small pout made its way on your face as you snuggled into Kiki, subconsciously missing the penetration. 

Bucky moved further onto his knees and grasped your naked thighs in his strong calloused hands. "Turn around for Daddy, angel" you were moved to your knees in front of him. He spread your legs apart before moving back to undo his own pants, admiring the handiwork that he had made of you all the while. 

Then he told you that it would  feel a bit strange at first, that it may even hurt, but then it was sure to feel good. 

You panicked when he entered your narrow opening as he hissed out curses, his metal hand curling around your thigh while the other rested on your ass cheeks that it fondled every now and then.

His words that you had initially suspected turned out to be true the more he moved inside you. Your tight, warm channel of moist flesh gripped at his cock in the same way your arms bracingly choked Kiki, whines drawling their way out of your gaping mouth as you nuzzled your flushed face in her soft body, feeling a small flame ignite in the base of your stomach. 

"Hnnng owwhh, Daddy!" You whined as stars clouded your vision when his thick tip hit you deep up your cavern in a certain tender spot. 

"You're so fuckin' tight, angel" his breathing was laboured as his muscular thighs slapped against yours, the collision causing your skin to sting as well as fill the room with a loud clapping sound which was occasionally accompanied by a squelch or two. "It's like you were waiting for your Daddy all along, huh?" You winced when one of his hands wrapped around your hair to pull you back as gently as he could manage. "Tell me you were waiting for me to come along and fuck this pretty pussy broken" you yelped when his free hand landed a harsh smack to one of your ass cheeks. When you didn't respond, he gave a demanding yank to your head. "Don't make me repeat myself, now." 

Bucky could see that you had some difficulty with carrying out orders. 

So he added that to the list of the things that you would have to work on. 

"I- I…" Your chest ached as you struggle to breathe, feeling your senses battle between pain and pleasure. "I w- was waiting for you to co–" your words dissolved into a moan as your form swayed under his rough fucking, "come- come, come and–!" Your fingers tightened around Kiki to brace yourself against the influx of sensation that burst out between your legs when he spanked you one last time before trailing his fingers down your pussy. 

"Go ahead, baby" his lips found the crook of your neck before his sharp teeth grazed against the skin. "You're doing so well for me" your back arched when he pecked your skin right before biting down on it. 

And all of a sudden, the sensory overload was too much for your fucked out mind to handle. Your hips clenched and a lava of what you could only classify as pleasure exploded between them, your vision paling and hearing becoming muffled, mouth falling open to let out raspy stomach churning moans. Suddenly, the intensity of every stimulus that had been tearing its way into your body decreased and a faint ringing swam in your ears. The skin piercing hammering of your heart morphed into heavy thumps and your body went limp as it hung from the robber's cock, being held up solely by the tangle of his arms that encircled your body. 

Bucky felt himself twitch when your orgasm gave way to obedience and you guzzled out your words to fulfill your command. "W- Waz wai'ing for D- Daddy to come along and f- fuck my pussy b- broken" his curse went unheard by you due to your temporary vertigo. 

"Now tell Kiki that" he had to tap one of your cheeks to bring you back to the present. "Look at Kiki and tell her that" the sternness of his words fueled the overstimulation that your core was suffering, the hypersensitivity causing you to clench hard around his girth that pounded into you at a barely registerable pace, your knees shaking uncontrollably. 

"K- Kiki…" Your arms were jelly as you forced them to wobble the pink teddy up in your sight since your head was locked in place by the grip he had on your hair. "I- I…" You whined out a loud moan. "W- Waiting on D- Daddy to c- come and b- break l- little pussy o- open" the brokenness of your voice coupled with the omission of words reached out for his climax and pulled it through. Bucky loudly cursed out in between moans as he rammed into you animalistically, his seed searing into your worked up walls and coating the flesh pale.

You had never been praised the way you were that night when the man– Bucky, he told you once he had placed you in the comforting bath he drew for you, cleaned and washed you thoroughly as he pressed reassuring kisses to your tear stained cheeks. When he declared the next morning that he was moving in, you did not say much for he still intimidated you but you had your suspicions. However, as time passed and you two grew closer than ever, you realized that the transition had been much easier and natural than you had expected. 

Your lover excused you from your outdoor obligations and gave you a list of rules to abide by to make sure you would well fulfill your role as the homerunner. He made a promise with you to mend his ways and he actually did it by finding himself an honest job that paid well enough for your household. Then, even though you reassured him that he could just give you your grandmother's ring to propose, he was adamant on buying you one with a big rock. One that would match the shine of your pretty eyes, he said.

In other words, everything was going well. 

Yes, the beginning of your relationship had been unconventional to say the least.

But fate had a strange way of bringing people together. 

That eventful night had been your share.

What did such silly things matter when the both of you loved each other so much? 

That was, until one day…

. . . 

"I told you, angel. I'd always find my way to you" the man speaks as he fixes his pants while keeping a vigilant eye on you. 

Your mouth is wide as tears wet your cheeks like an unceasing waterfall. "Daddy…" 

"Yes, Daddy" passive rage drips off his smug words. "You thought you could report me and flee the country and that'd be the end of it?"

You shake your head vehemently and sputter out all the words you can manage in your honest defense. Your labored breathing turns into sobs as you grab at his hands and plead your case desperately. 

You hadn't reported him. You could never do that to your Daddy and future husband!

Not even in your worst nightmare!

What had actually happened was that you had been tending to your daily tasks as usual when some strange men with badges you did not understood had shown up to your house while he was at work. They were mean but they had not hurt you. Instead, they had thrusted all kinds of files and records in your face, saying unbelievable things about your Daddy that simply could not be true and then demanding you tell them where he worked. 

But you were too little to know those things. 

So they ransacked your house before one of them found a piece of paper from one of Bucky's jackets before showing it to the rest. Their boss had turned back to look at you one last time with pity in his eyes before he called someone on his phone and joined his fellow men in one of the sleek black SUVs that they had arrived in. Your Daddy had not come home that night. Instead, your sobbing mother who lived in a different city had approached you where you had been waiting for Bucky out on the front stairs of the house. 

She had forced you away from your home. You kept telling her that you had to inform your Daddy of what had happened and that he never ate without you and that he would be looking for you. But your sweet mother had become a tyrant with your safety -like you needed it- and you just could not understand the hysteria until she placed you in therapy that you thought you did not need. 

But when you finally did start responding to the kind lady at the funny smelling clinic, you had slowly understood your mother's manic behavior. 

"... And she said you were a terrible man that I best forget all about and move on in my life, Daddy. I didn't mean to blank you out!" You finish your speech, squeezing his fingers earnestly as your eyes beg his to believe you. "I didn't want to. But they said you were bad and a criminal and, and– I didn't have a choice" you sob and shake your head desperately, the awareness of just how hurt he must have felt when you disappeared choking your heart out. "And they wouldn't listen and they kept saying that you kidnapped me and–" he doesn't interrupt you. In fact, he hasn't done much of that in the past few minutes. 

But then a heavy bell goes off in your head all of a sudden and you understand why he has been quiet, the horrific realization causing your muscles to freeze and shrivel as you feel foam rising in your mouth. Your eyes widen to the shape of saucers as the pattering of your tears literally becomes audible in the quiet room. "... But… Y- You…" Your clammy fingers try to yank themselves out of his. "You… did kidnap me after…" Terror grips at your throat. 

Unreadable emotion passes by his teal orbs faster than you can process. Bucky lowers his head as he restricts your hands from pulling out of his by interlocking them in an iron-strong hold. Heaving in a deep sigh, he snickers to himself humorlessly, the long strands of his hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. 

"Oh, angel" he looks up once he finally gains composure over what had turned into sneering chuckles. "You will have to relearn everything all over again, won't you?" Your body feels petrified as the graveness of the matter sears into your muscles. He tugs his gloves off before cupping your face with his metal hand. "Good thing we have the rest of our lives with no one left to trouble us this time, huh?" With a promising kiss to your lips, he pulls his mask back down and fishes another one out of his jacket before slipping it over your face. "Come on, let's go home" Bucky effortlessly hauls you onto one of his massive shoulders after he swipes your nose with his thumb on which he had poured a strange substance out of a vial. The liquid instantly numbs your mind and your eyes go heavy, not that your terrified body was moving much in the first place. 

The next few things that you feel through your melting senses include Bucky pulling your tattered skirt down before giving a powerful smack to your ass, turning in the opposite direction of the way you had come here after exiting the Manager's office, descend the fire escape that he chooses to exit the building through before briefly jogging to what you figure is probably a vehicle since you hear the beeping open of a lock.

And then everything goes dark.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Touch her and you'll burn

Pairing: boyfriend!Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: When it comes to Satoru Gojo, you are his true weakness - after all, you've been his girlfriend for years. Toji doesn't miss that either and takes you prisoner without further ado in order to get at the white-haired man.

Warnings: violence, death, tortue, mentions of sa, hurt, language

„What a cute little thing you are. Too bad you chose the wrong guy as your fuck buddy. How did you two end up anyway? I bet it’s because he’s tall and his special appearance, you women all tick the same way. Whatever, let’s see how I will kill you today, sweetie. And maybe we can have some fun before, what do you think, huh?”

“Rot in hell, fucking asshole.”

You spit directly into the way too close face of none other than Toji Fushiguro. The man that broke into your apartment, drugged and hauled you into this dark and dirty room that is only lit by one small lightbulb. Your hands are chained to the ceiling, you’ve been kneeling on the floor for what feels like an eternity now. Not the best starting point to be honest.

“I love my women feisty, little bitch. Listen up.”

His rough hand yanks on your chin so harshly that you can’t help but stare straight into his cold eyes which are only inches away from yours. Sweat drips from your forehead against your already bleeding nose, your body slowly but surely begins to tremble from the cold and exhaustion.

“There are exactly two options for you. One: That fucker appears and you both die while trying to save your cute ass. Two: He’ll let you rot in here and I’ll kill you all alone. If I were you, I’d be nicer to the man who’s been taking such good care of me for the last hours and who’s responsible for my death.”

“My parents taught me not to talk to strangers, especially the stinky and homeless ones. Save your breath”, you hiss back.

His palm crushes against your soft cheek without any mercy. Dizziness consumes you instantly, your lifeless head falls to the side while blood squirts out of your nose again. Fuck, that hurt pretty bad. But still a quiet laughter escapes your lips. Does he really think he can crush your will with a few punches? Pathetic. You may not be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you’re damn though. It’s not the first time that you have to deal with assholes like him because of your precious boyfriend Satoru Gojo. He definitely owns you a shopping tour after that.

“What are you laughing about, brat?”

“Just thinking about how Satoru will kick your ass later”, you bark through gritted teeth.

“First he has to find me. I’m a non-jujutsu sorcerer, just like you. So he can’t detect me by my curse power either. Your mobile phone and your pathetic GPS necklace are in your apartment, Gojo didn’t protect you with his powers. Hurts huh? Apparently the other girl's more important to him. Treats you pretty badly, don’t you think?”

You don’t like to admit it, but his words make your heart ache for a brief moment. Deep down, you know that it was his job to protect her, that he cares about you the most even though you haven’t seen him in days now. Would he even risk her life to save yours? He told you over and over that you are his priority, his everything. But…you don’t know.

Will Satoru come at all?

You sink into your chains and stare at the man and his mischievous grin in front of you. It doesn’t matter if Satoru searches for you or finds you. But you won’t let Toji bring you to your knees so easily.

His gaze wanders through the room while he casually strides around. He needs to stay focused. Gojo is probably the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his lifetime. Kidnapping his girlfriend to weaken him and divert his attention from Riko is a smart move, but risky if Toji isn’t careful. And then there’s the fact that (y/n) is a pain in the ass herself.

“Where ya lookin’? I’m the view, asshole.”

“No wonder a slut like you is the girlfriend of someone like that Gojo guy. I’ll shut up your pretty little mouth soon enough.”

“Did you just say I’m pretty?”

Your maniac grin and disrespect catches Toji off guard. Of course he knew you would be a handful, but he’s a well-known assassin. Damn, he could kill you in a heartbeat if he wanted to, are you too dumb to see that? Is your trust in your stupid boyfriend really this big? Maybe he should in fact kill you instantly.

“I’d love to wring your throat right away, but before that I’ll show you where your place is.”

All color drains from your face in an instant, cheeky grin gone in the wind. Fuck, this asshole is about to unbuckle his belt. Your throat is tight, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe…Will he really? You shake your head in disbelief, limbs fighting desperately against the merciless force of the chains around your bloody wrists. No, you can’t let this happen. You would rather die than allow this man to touch you with his disgusting hands.

“Cat got your tongue, huh? What’s up, (y/n)? Don’t worry, I’ll show you what you’ve missed before you die.”

Toji wraps his arm around your waist and presses his muscular body against yours. The urge to puke into his face becomes unbearable as well as your impatience. Where the fuck is Satoru? You close your eyes in a desperate attempt to calm your thoughts and breathing. Even a man like him wouldn’t dare to assault you, not the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. But since he’s not here at the moment, you’ll just have to take care of that situation yourself.

When you open your eyes again, there’s not a spark of humor left in them – pure determination and rage draw your face. With all the strength you are able to gather in your poor condition you put your head in your neck and yank it forward as hard as possible against his nose. You ignore the throbbing pain that seems to radiate from your forehead all over your body and the nausea that suddenly overcomes you. This is not over. Bracing your body against the chains, you push yourself off the ground and kick his chest hard with both legs. His huge frame stumbles backwards while his loud groan fills the room.

You breathe heavy, sight almost completely obscure by the waterfall of blood that streams down your head. With a satisfaction – filled grin you notice his bleeding nose. Serves him right, stupid asshole. He just shouldn’t have messed with you. After all, just because you are a non-jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t mean you’re not good at defending yourself. Who does this guy think he even is anyway?

Fuck, Toji rushes towards you with quick steps, the muscles under his tight shirt are dangerously tense. Not good. But even worse is that all you can do is stare at him through your tired lids and let him approach you. Damn, he is fucking furious.

“That blood really suits you, brings out your icy-murderer eyes, y’know. Man, you’d be so fucking hot if you weren’t a stone cold asshole. Could get yourself a nice girl.”

At this point, your words aren’t more than an uncovered fading whisper anymore. You are just so fucking tired of hanging in this room and fighting a hopeless battle. At least you die in style.

“Nice show, slut. But that’s it for you now. I hope you realize that I could have just dodged your pathetic punches. Just like that”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

With a swift motion of his arm, he grips your wrist and twists it. You see stars, bones audible shattering in your body. All color that is left in your face drains instantly, a cry filled with ache reverberates around the room and rings back in your ears. You feel like you’re going to lose consciousness at any moment. No, stay awake, bark back, show him that you don’t care.

But you can’t.

His right hand clenches into a fist. As if in slow motion, you watch it move towards your face. This is gonna hurt like hell, maybe you should close your eyes and pretend none of this is happening. You at the beach with Satoru, his delicious body exposed to the sun and your merciless eyes, dipping his face into the water over and over again until he begs you to stop. Yeah, that would be nice. Satoru…You love him so much that it hurts sometimes, some say you two are obsessed with each other. He wears you on his hands, you’re the only one who can match his sense of humor and has the ability to put up with his lifestyle. He would never allow that any harm touches your delicate skin, that you get involved into his work as a jujutsu sorcerer. But today it seems like he can’t save you. At least you can say you fought back as much as you could.

“Touch her and you’ll burn.”

Your eyes snap open immediately. There he stands, your boyfriend, your knight in shining armor with his sunglasses casually covering his bright blue orbs.

“What are you doing, (y/n)?”, he questions ironically while slowly approaching the both of you.

“I’m just out here being cute, y’know”, you mumble with a small smirk.

Satoru gives you a loving smile. At that moment you just know that everything is going to be okay, that he will kill Toji for tormenting you and that you’ll meet again in the sheets this evening.

“Took you quite a while to get here”, Toji comments dryly and turns away from you.

The moment his big frame moves away a wave of relief washes over you. If Satoru had come just a second later Toji might have filleted you and you are very aware of that. You are no longer interesting for Toji, after all you served your purpose as decoy.

With a swift motion, your boyfriend frees your hands from the chains that have already cut deep into your tender flesh. Your knees meet the hard concrete floor in an instant, your body is too weak to stand up on its own.

“Come on (y/n), get yourself together and walk out of that room. Suguru will meet up with you. This is about to get pretty ugly.”

The air is filled with thick tension as both men stand still and just look at each other. He’s right. You have to get up, get out of this fucking room, find Suguru. If you stay here you are only an obstacle to Satoru.

“Your girlfriend is quite a pain in the ass. Well, at least she’s hot, I see where you’re coming from.”

“Beat his ass a few times more for me”, you breathe out.

You can do this. With all the strength you have left in your body, you lift your aching limbs off the ground and stumble to the door. Satoru positions himself in front of you, alert in chase Toji wants to attack you.

“Hit me up later, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for saving me. Even if it’s technically your fault I was trapped here.”

“How rude!”

With one last glance at you, he closes the door by one rapid motion of his arm.

You can’t help but let out a sign of relief. Fuck, this was a very close call – too close for your liking. Again your body lets you down and sinks onto the dirty ground in an instant. Your limbs are trembling, your mind goes numb. If you stay awake a little longer, you are able to find Suguru and get out of here…

“(y/n)?”

You would recognize his voice everywhere. How much you’d like to call out his name now so that he can find you and get you away from here, but the corners of your saggy mouth don’t move an inch. The ability to speak seems to be failing you completely at this point.

“(y/n)!”

Are you dying? You’re not sure. But your thoughts completely drift away until they’re utterly still. Finally rest, finally no more pain, finally-

“There you are (y/n). Stay awake okay? Let’s meet up with Shoko.”

The fear in Sugurus voice is unmistakable. His arms gently wrap themselves around your knees and back before lifting you up with ease.

“I hope you drove him insane with your talking”, Suguru gently whispers while sprinting down dark hallways.

“You bet I did.” ______________________________________________________________

God, you feel terrible. The second your thoughts begin to race again your whole body seems to be on fire. Your opened eyes get greeted by harsh lights.

“Can someone turn this the fuck off”, you mumble.

“Oh, there you are (y/n). Took you quite a while to get back to us.”

You recognize this voice. It’s Shoko, you’re with Shoko. That can only mean that Suguru brought you here. You must have passed out shortly after he found you. Your mind is clouded by faded memories and pain. What happened last? You were kidnapped and tortured by Toji Fushiguro, Satoru…Satoru was there, he saved you. After that, Suguru got you to safety.

“Where are they?”

Shoko sits next to you, a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

“This thing has gotten pretty ugly, (y/n)…But you’d better rest a little. Your boyfriend should explain this to you himself.”

“Are they fine?”

Your eyes are widened in horror. That look of worry on Shoko’s face is so unfamiliar to you that it makes your guts twist in thick fear. If something happened to Suguru because of you…Could Satoru defeat Toji all by himself? He is the strongest, right? Surely he had no problem with killing a basic non jujutsu sorcerer.

“Look who’s awake.”

Suguru’s figure is so tall that he dims the lights that irritated you before. He looks like he’s wearing a halo – how suiting.

“Suguru, you’re alright. Please tell me you’re okay”, you mumble, mouth still not able to process your battling thoughts. 

“I’m fine again. Don’t worry.” There it is, his usual bright smile. But something’s different. You can tell that the corners of his mouth don’t pull up as far as usual, that he looks overall…defeated.

“What…What happened? Where is Satoru?”

You can hear your own voice trembling in anticipation. Fuck, he would have been by your side the whole time if everything was alright. Your last encounter plays like a movie in your head. Did Toji?...This can’t be. It’s simply not possible.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting!”

The sight next to Suguru makes you nauseous. Satoru’s uniform is completely torn and blood soaked, you can detect a small wound on his forehead, his white hair discolored in crimson. And god his eyes…He looks possessed. No, that can’t be your boyfriend. You hardly recognize him.

“Satoru, is that you?”

“The one and only! I did it (y/n). I killed that man!”

He roughly grabs your upper arms and leans over you. The weight of his huge frame against your throbbing skin takes your breath away. A whimper of agony escapes your lips while you squint and screw up your face.

“Back off, Satoru, you’re hurting her!”, Shoko yelps in an desperate attempt to free you from his grip.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I finally mastered reverse cursed technique and killed Toji for what he did to you. Anami was murdered as well as basically everyone else, but I did this for you! We both survived!”

The maniac look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. What has gotten into him?

“Satoru, are you on drugs? Let go off me!”, you cry out.

“I think we should get going now. See you, (y/n)”, Suguru interrupts and yanks Satoru away from you.

“B-But…I need answers! Get your ass back here! What’s the matter with you two!?”

“Don’t ask questions I don’t have the answer to (y/n).”

With one last look both men leave you alone with Shoko. What just happened? The girl…she’s dead? So Toji killed her after all. And the bruises on Satoru…Fuck, maybe that man was stronger than you thought. But he’s also dead, right? Your head begins to spin with all the scenarios that cloud your mind. You need answers, you need to talk to Satoru, you need to-

“You need to rest, (y/n). This one will blow you away.”

Her fingers snap against the syringe in her hand. Your eyes widen in shock, heartbeat picking up in an instant. No, you can’t sleep now, you need to talk to Satoru, he needs to explain what happened to him, why he looks so torn, why Suguru’s eyes were so empty.

“Wait Shoko, I-I need to t-talk t-to…”

A sharp stab in your upper arm. Then darkness. Nothing but darkness.

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Lena thank you for the spanking bit, has to be one of fav kinks ever because it just... fits every single yan regardless of who they are??? Kinda like a "universal" thing, just top notch. Do you think we could ever get headcanons for it?

Thank you for this anon, you're absolutely correct it is a top-tier kink

Also I've been wanting to write more about god-era Morax so thank you for the opportunity to do so, I rambled way more about him than the others here sorry lol

As for those who fit the kink best imo I’m going with Childe, Diluc, Ayato and Morax

//major spanking kink material (obviously) but gets kinda bad in severity/intensity, also mentions of hair-pulling, biting, throat fucking, anal, two cocks for Morax again (as always 👌)

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Childe is probably the best one here to end up at the mercy of here for once, for the sake of your poor ass at least.

Not that it isn't still awful and painful — he’s a sadist at heart and just adores making you squeal and cry. What at least makes it comparatively at least bearable is that he tends to use his hand — although that does make it more personable, more humiliating.

He tells you, though, exactly what he intends to do. You're being such a little brat today… come over here…

He doesn't even seem angry, but rather excited. He's all smiley and cooing in a way that feels so utterly humiliating and degrading.

Oh, but please do run. Please, please make it so much more fun for him, run away and try to hide. There's virtually nothing in the world that turns him on as much as either a game of chasing you or hunting you down wherever you're hiding. The fact that you're that scared of getting your ass beaten is kind of cute, actually. Are you that sensitive to pain, or is it more protecting your pride that gives you so much resistance? Not that he's complaining or anything.

He'll even give you a very wide opportunity to run, make sure you have plenty of avenues to do so. His heart rate begins to go up seeing the look of realization in your eyes when you spot an opening to run off, and he'll give you a minute or two of a head start. It doesn't take him long to find you nonetheless, hauling you up over his shoulders and carrying you back to your room with obvious excitement, like a predator dragging squealing, still-living prey back to its den for its inevitable fate.

That being said, doing that will make it worse for you — at that point you probably do deserve a belt at least, you know? Regardless of the instrument of choice though, he keeps you bent over his knee — he can feel your squirming more that way, and he can grind his hard-on into your stomach as you thrash around and squeal. Each strike still lands on bare skin, but rather than having your lower half naked, he likes to sometimes move the hold on your back and grasp at the waistband of your panties instead, jerking them up to wedge between your cheeks, effectively holding you in place and baring your skin at the same time.

He's so mean about it, taunts you that same voice you hate so much—

Aw, are you actually crying? Maybe I'll stop if you beg for something else…

There's no set number or standard of how much you'll be punished for any particular offense, which can be more torturous than anything. At least if you were given a number, you'd know how much more you had to endure. Instead, you just lurch and squeal each time his hand or the leather comes down... you kick your legs and thrash about, to no avail. In fact, you're pretty sure it just makes him hornier, you feel his cock twitch and his breathing grow more ragged the louder you cry out, and his hand on your back forces you down harder.

He’s actually totally shameless about getting off to it, too, so you can’t use that against him.

God, you're so cute when you cry like that... squeal louder for me...

The only real upside is that it's usually abruptly cut off at some point once he's too aroused by it to continue, and needs to just bury himself into your holes. You get slid off his lap onto the couch or bed, barely getting any time to recover — still sniffling and whimpering— before being contorted to whatever position he wants and rammed into without warning… thus for once, him being perpetually horny and having virtually no self-control actually becomes a positive. It still doesn't help, though, that the sex makes his hips smack against your sore ass with each thrust, but crying out about that only makes him go harder.

You know it could be much much worse — he makes sure to remind you that he could easily keep going until you completely break down, but he's so nice and you should be grateful for that — but you're still sore, and it leaves a pinkish-reddish tint under your natural flesh tone — something he likes to point out to you later, groping at your ass and laughing when you jolt at the sting. Your nose wrinkled with your expression of disgust as you jerk your head away from him, and you mutter under your breath.

Bastard...

And then, you squeal and lurch forward as one more harsh smack lands on your backside. You try to ignore the chuckling that follows as your eyes well up with embarrassed tears, and you bury your face beneath the covers of the bed.

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Diluc’s punishments are awful in terms of pain, but thankfully they're over fairly quickly because it's largely an act of momentary fury and irritation, and once he gets that anger out of his system, the punishment will be over, too.

He's still very intimidating about it, and it doesn't help that it's always a sort of spontaneous thing he decides on in the heat of the moment — thus you see the exact moment you know you've crossed a line, but also know (or at least, quickly learn) that there's nothing you can say or do at that point that will get you out of being punished. His eyes narrow and his voice lowers and he tells you to get over here in a voice that makes you feel like your heart just stopped, and your stomach feels as if it twists into a knot when you see the confirmation of your dread when he takes his belt off.

Running is not advisable — it's not like you'll succeed, and you'll just make him more mad. He's rough with how he handles you, dragging you by your clothes and hair over to bed, counter, or the back of a couch, forcing your head down.

How bad any one particular spanking is varies a lot depending on how mad you've succeeded in making him. He's not merciful at all, so he hits with force based on the level of his frustration. Thus, your attitude is important — you can technically commit a lesser offense, but if you keep backtalking and being bratty and fighting it, you'll likely get a worse punishment than you would for a worse offense for which you were apologetic and submitted to punishment easily.

What does change with the severity of your offense is that if what you didn't isn't so bad, you can keep your clothes on, but for particularly egregious transgressions, even in spite of the heat of the moment, unfortunately, he doesn't forget to pull your clothes up or down and off to make sure you're bared first.

He virtually always uses a belt, much to your dismay, and prefers to bend you over various surfaces since he can strike harder that way. It’s painful, you always end up in tears quickly, begging and pleading and spilling apologies for whatever you did, but he never has any mercy on you.

Much like you can’t get out of it to begin with, there’s also nothing you can do that will make it end any sooner than he feels like it. Over and over, grumbling with each strike about how you’re such a brat, how you can’t just behave, how it’s your own fault, until your flesh is reddened and burning badly enough that even when it’s over, all you can do is slump forward and cry.

If he went really hard on you, he might feel a little bad afterwards, getting you a wet cloth to soothe the burn… but he’ll still remind you that you wouldn’t be lying there all shivering and sobbing if you just learned to behave yourself properly.

For him, it’s more of an actual punishment first and foremost and not really an intentionally erotic thing, at first he’s too mad to think much about the eroticism of it… but seeing you lying there sniffling with your butt so heavily marked and welting, admittedly he does quickly get hard… and he’ll get incredibly flustered and embarrassed if you accuse him of getting off to it.

But be careful — push him too much on that matter, and such antagonism might be grounds for a round two on your already-stinging ass.

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Ayato’s punishments are particularly unpleasant, but the thing is that if you're in that situation, you deliberately chose it. Because he's gracious enough that you get a lot of warnings before reaching that point.

If you're being bratty, temperamental, rude, or whatever other behavior he doesn't like, you get a certain look first. The standard half-lidded eyes, unpleased expression, the universal ‘stop that right now’ glare. Maybe a passive aggressive comment if he can slide one into conversation.

If that fails — in other words, if you keep being a brat regardless, deliberately ignoring his warnings — you then get a verbal warning. He'll address you directly if it's just the two of you, but gods forbid you’re digging your own grave by misbehaving in front of others, he waits for a moment where everyone else's attention is on something else before pulling you close in a faux gesture of affection (with a grip harsh enough to ensure you get the message but not enough to alert anyone else in the room to his quiet fury), lowering his voice, whispering directly into your ear.

We’re going to have a talk about your behavior when this is over. Do you understand?

You know by now what a "talk" actually means, and hearing the words makes you stiffen and swallow. Granted, by the time it reaches the point that you've been that bad, you won't escape without at least a few swats, but if you persist, you'll just make it much worse. All you can do is nod your head and wait in dreadful anticipation.

As soon as the company you had leaves, you try to slowly back away, looking for an opening to run, but he has you grabbed by your clothes or hair and is dragging you off before you can even try. The total silence on his end as he drags you over to your room only serves to amplify your dread, and thereby your little whimpering protests.

The primary thing that will make it that much worse is what he uses to punish you, because from the day he brought you home, he anticipated a need for discipline at some point, and thus had a whipping cane custom-made just for you. One of those thin wooden canes designed for no other purpose than infliction of pain and punishment, which he leaves sitting out in your bedroom at all times, making sure it's always within sight as a subtle threat, a reminder of his power over you and that your behaviors have consequences.

He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t get heated, yet somehow that makes it so much worse. He’s perfectly calm as he holds you down on his lap, a hand wrapped into and grasping your clothes on your back to ensure you’re not going anywhere with each sharp pain on your bare skin. He’s very disciplinarian about it, ensuring to emphasize the reason and intention of the punishment itself—

Remember that you had every option of avoiding this. This is only the consequence you deserve. Do you realize that?

You nod and whimper and try to apologize, but it doesn’t make each swat any lighter. He’s rather harsh about the severity too, the degree of pain, duration, number of swats and outright humiliation often feel disproportionate to what is in your opinion a mild offense, although you know better than to voice that thought.

You beg, sure, you cry and whimper and say you'll take any other punishment, but it goes in one ear and out the other, your words have no effect, and while his voice has that characteristic gentleness to it, he's still cold and firm in his reply, if he even gives you one.

You're not getting out of this. Hold still.

He does take care of you afterwards, so lovingly and gently it makes you angry. He reminds you again that it wouldn't have to happen if you behaved, that you have no one but yourself to blame, all while kissing your crying face, holding you close and gently massaging the newly formed welts.

He also likes to make you gauge how many lashes you deserve beforehand, often making the total number a certain multiple of how many times you mouthed off or did something against your rules. And of course, whenever there's a fixed number, he makes you count.

Listening to your voice grow more and more shaky and begin to crack, your speech becoming slurred with sobs and oh, how precious is the sudden panic in your voice when you realize you've lost count. The way you tense and start begging and whimpering when he replies—

I suppose we'll have to start over...

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Morax’s punishments are always by far the worst.

That's largely because there's a maddening element of psychological torment involved. It's slow, drawn out, the dread and anticipation are almost worse than the punishment itself. He actually employs a variety of corporeal punishments, each of which make your stomach churn just to think about, but unfortunately, putting you over his knee and beating your ass until there's a deep red hue to your skin is a personal favorite of his.

What makes his style of discipline so unbearable is that you’ll be punished for literally anything. There is no possible offense, no rule to be broken, that won’t earn corporeal punishment of some kind, most usually on your poor ass. You get a very clear set of rules, rules you’re expected to know and obey from day one. Countless little rules, so many of them meticulous and pointless. Things you must do, things you must not do, and rigid standards for your attitudes and behaviors.

Each and every violation is its own offense — not to mention, things like lying when asked about what you did, objecting to punishments, even talking back or trying to defend yourself when accused count as individual offenses too. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’ve broken a rule until he tells you you’re going to be punished for it, and any protest or whining counts as another offense.

Really, you’re lucky if you can go a few days in a row fully able to sit without any stinging pain, and it’s not uncommon for you to earn back-to-back punishments one day after another. You know for a fact that your record of days in a row without ending up laying in bed, whimpering and crying and clutching your backside in pain is a single digit number.

Sometimes, if it’s severe enough, you’ll get put over his knee right then and there, but he’ll also tally up the small offenses and, at the end of the day, punish you cumulatively for every small offense you’ve made, because he can’t allow even the slightest offense to go unpunished.

It’s not limited to things you do in his presence either, because he has ways of finding out everything you do.

Every day that you can't accompany him, he has an established routine for when he returns. Firstly, of course, you're supposed to greet him when he comes in (any attempts to be petulant by giving him silent treatment or hiding away will result in further punishments), but then, as he sits you down, holds you close, he asks you the same question.

Have you done anything you should not have today?

It's a torturous question.

On one hand, you could have very well been very well-behaved, in which case you can answer honestly with at least some confidence (although even then, part of you hesitates thinking maybe you committed some offense unintentionally).

But when you haven't been well-behaved and you know it — that's what's torturous.

It's a gamble. He asks every single day, so him asking itself is not a dead giveaway that he knows what you did. If he doesn't know — well, you might be able to lie and get away with it. Inversely, how unfortunate would it be if you told him, and it turned out he didn't know, and then you had to suffer when you could have gotten away with it?

On the flip side, if he does know — well, you'll soon be squealing like a stuck pig regardless, but things are much, much worse if you try to lie. You would know — you've taken that gamble a few times now and lost.

He seems to have ways of finding out everything — you only lied when you were absolutely confident, thinking there was no way anyone saw the thing you did, only for your stomach to lurch when you feel the soft stroking against your thigh stop, and are met with a low voice—

…Is that so?

And the tone, the way he says it, you immediately know you've messed up.

Of course, you could hypothetically keep denying it, but entrenching yourself further in a lie is, by that point, the worst decision you could make — you would know, you tried that once and you couldn't sit down normally for over a week. The best thing to do now is to confess… you won’t get any mercy or a lighter punishment, but you’ll avoid the additional punishment you’d get for doing anything else.

But even then, he can’t even give you the decency of forcing your body to bend and getting it over with. It has to be drawn out, torturing you to the greatest degree possible — sometimes, he does this by delaying it, telling you he has something else to do first, leaving you to sit around and wait in anticipation for an hour or more. If an offense is bad enough, one session might not even be enough, and you're told that you'll get another one tomorrow, adding to your dread.

But most of the time, the torment comes from forcing your own participation. He keeps you firmly in his lap, reaching down to grope at the flesh where your butt meets your thighs.

What do you think you deserve to have happen to you?

Another test, a question for which you’ll only receive something worse in addition to whatever will happen already if answered incorrectly. There’s only one right answer—

…Y-you should... punish me...

On the bright side, he’s genuinely pleased once you start learning well enough to know what the right answer is.

You’re stood up, guided over to the drawers, hands firmly on your shoulders to ensure you don’t get any ideas about running. You hate that one drawer, it makes your stomach churn just to look at. He has a damn collection for you— leather straps, whipping canes, paddles with holes in them just to hurt that much more. He tells you to pick one.

That, too, is a test— you know which ones hurt more. You're supposed to gauge what you deserve based on the severity of your offense, and he'll be that much more displeased if you go too lightly on yourself, and will consequently be more forceful, which you do not want. Eventually, you manage to make your choice, biting your lip, pointing with a shaky hand, tensing as his hand runs motions that would be soothing in any other context up and down your thigh, pausing to grasp at the fleshy part of your backside.

Then you're led back— sometimes to face the wall or bend over a counter, but most often he prefers to keep you over his lap. Not that you'll be forced down either— not unless you make that necessary, which of course, you do not want. Unless you want it to be that much worse, you follow the commands— pull your robes up, the waistband of any underwear down, bare your skin (always, no matter how mild the offense), lay down on your stomach, put your hands behind your back so he can grasp your wrists.

And even then, even then you have to be tormented further.

Now, what did you do to deserve this?

You recall to the best of your ability, hoping you didn't forget anything, lest you be accused of trying to be deceitful in hopes of escaping consequences, which will add another tally to the list.

It’s painful. It always is. You've reached a point where your resolve to not cry and squeal is defeated pretty early. You used to try your best not to for the sake of your pride, but you know by now that it will go on long enough that your tears and crying out are inevitable.

He manages to somehow be so stoic and calm and yet somehow so, so cruel about it.

Does it hurt?

Your shoulders quiver with little sobs, you go tense as he gropes and kneads at the raw flesh.

Y-yes, it hurts, it hurts so bad, please no more, please—

You cut off with a high-pitched cry as the stinging pain strikes again. And again. And again. It's always so much, so unfair compared to the weight of whatever you did. That slight pinkish undertone isn't quite satisfying enough either, he never stops until there's a deep, deep red tone to your flesh.

If you've been especially bad, you may have to count… but he actually tends to prefer not giving you a set number. You're more fearful that way, uncertain of how much more you have to endure.

You're certain he gets off on the pain for one thing, the sound of your cries and the way you jolt and squirm, but the humiliation is worse than the pain itself, for you. He knows that, revels in it. He's told you before—

You're such a prideful little thing… that will certainly need to be fixed.

Repetitive subjection to something so inherently humiliating and vulnerable, and being made to break down, any semblance of toughness and dignity being torn away at his hands, is a way of slowly breaking down your pride. You know that, it makes you so angry, but you can't help but let that vulnerability be exposed every time, to act in such a way that ensures he knows how badly it humiliates you.

Your go limp with exhaustion when it finally stops.

What have you learned?

You can barely speak, voice hoarse from the strain of your cries and speech muffled by sniffles and sobs.

I'm sorry… I won't do it again…

And then, he has the audacity to be so, so sweet to you. Looking down at your tear-streaked face, smiling— no, smirking, a belittling, amused expression— leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Poor thing.

Kneading at the sore flesh in spite of how the touch makes you wince. As if it isn't his fault, as if he had any mercy on you the whole time you were begging for it to stop.

It only makes you angrier. More than once now, you've earned a second round for how you reacted to his undeserved kindness. So ungrateful.

It's never a solitary punishment either, always coupled with something else, always something equally humiliating and discomforting, if not painful. You know he gets off to it, because the second punishment is almost always a direct sex act of some kind.

You'll take his cocks down your throat, grabbing your skull and fucking your face without any restraint, forcing you to swallow every last drop of seed, even forcing your head down to lick up whatever you spill off the floor. Your saliva just provides the lube to force you to bed and fuck you until you can't even stand, and all the while his hips bounce off your poor ass, each movement stinging against the sensitive flesh. He'll bite your flesh, unnaturally sharp teeth even piercing you skin, leaving you covered in marks. If he's feeling really, really mean, you don't even get the semblance of pleasure of it ramming into your poor sore, raw pussy— you'll take both cocks into your tight little ass instead, a stretch that makes you squeal and thrash and cry. Your legs kick and you lurch forward, desperate to pull yourself off, but you're jerked back with a growl as he slams into you, completely bottoming out. Eventually, you give in as the stretching pain ebbs away and trying to take whatever pleasure you can from the faint stimulation to spots of pleasure through the walls of flesh. But the act is utterly humiliating nonetheless, your hole left twitching and gaping for hours as cum leaks out and onto your skin. You can't even sit for days, both your poor asshole and backside sore and tender.

Your embarrassment and resentment builds. You loathe him for it, feel so humiliated and angry at yourself and how deeply you dread the punishments that it makes you nauseous.

And thus, in one particular incident, fed up and filled with spite, you made the greatest mistake of your entire time trapped with him— you decided to run, seeing that for once you had an opening to do so.

A stupid choice, really. You don't get far. Not even a full ten steps.

You know immediately that you have severely, sincerely fucked up. The sheer harshness with which you're grabbed, the back of your clothes grasped and twisted with unprecedented force, the draconic growl to his voice that makes your blood run cold.

Oh, dearest, you have no idea how badly you've just stepped out of line.

His other hand latches onto your throat.

You're going to be sleeping on your stomach for quite some time, won't you?

The statement alone makes tears well in your eyes, any bitter pride quickly crushed. You shake your head profusely, start begging for forgiveness, but you know in your heart that it's far too late for that… it still doesn't stop you from whimpering and apologizing as you're dragged back down the hall, no doubt to one of the worst punishments you've endured yet.

[auspicioustidings]

Okay, but she needs a tail for training! First step. Her poor boyfriend is so confused! Tail’s are fun! Why crying? She has to take one of *his* tails though. Even his training tail was too big to take without tears. Cheek to the floor arse in the air as ‘Ghost’ takes no mercy in slowly sinking the toy to the hilt. Her boyfriend at her behind, licking at her skin as his dead-brained attempts at comforting her. Johnny and Gaz coo smile Price just huffs. “It’ll be over soon if you relax, pet.”

Yes, she’s the bitch for their dog. They didn’t originally want her. But, can we get to see them grow to adore having her around? They adore *them both* maybe get jealous boyfriend while broken by them, still clearly favors his girlfriend…. Subconsciously, they can’t even blame him for it.

(My *fake* boyfriend looks like Robb Stark, auburn curly hair, blue eyes, scruffy facial hair, Scottish accent. It’s how he met his fate. He met Soap in a bar in Scotland…)

In relation to this post btw. Urgh you are so correct this was what was on my mind when I suggested she doesn't get her own toys, she has to take what their good boy shares with her because it's all TOO FUCKING BIG. And they all just shrug it off and say she can take it, it's what a bitches holes are there for after all.

Ghost is the meanest to her, like he makes no secret that he did not want this bitch. But I imagine he is like one of those dads who says they don't want a pet and then a few months later they dote on the pet. He'd deny it obviously, but something about the way she resists so beautifully when her boyfriend broke so quickly just gets him. He secretly loves that she insists on barking in person talk to him, he loves that he gets to take her out of the house and she will disagree with him and fight with him and have in depth conversations with him (she can't do much about getting away, not now that she's chipped and her boyfriend is only too happy to wear a shock collar so she knows if she runs then he gets punished and she gets hunted). When none of the others are around and they are out of the house, he very much finds himself treating her more like a person than a dog.

And the first time she voluntarily goes into pup mode? She does it because Ghost's good boy is sick and in distress and won't accept any human comfort. She let's herself go fully dumb brained and animal for him. And the fact that she's going against her own wants to help the absolute apple of Ghost's eye? Yeah, he stops threatening to take her to the pound after that (the pound here is I imagine run by either Kortac or the Shadows and is where unruly mutts go to have a real bad time).

[mj-iza-writer]

Hi it's me I replied to your post. In that whumpee doesn't even want to try to escape, they are completely subservient. If you could write somthing where they are initially disaobidient but whumper has special interest in them, breaks them and makes them like this. I'd love to see that.

Hello, your wish is my demand. 😊

The door slammed open.

"Everyone up and at the front of your cell. Whumper wishes to examine all of you", a guard ordered.

Whumpee sighed, but didn't budge. They didn't care for Whumper. In fact, they absolutely despised them.

Whumpee heard footsteps approach their cell.

"Did you not hear the order. Get up and to the front for inspection', a guard slammed on the bars.

"No, not for that trash", Whumpee frowned, "never."

"Hmm, never you say?", Whumper approached, "that one, take them to isolation."

"Yes sir."

Whumpee was stripped and bound in chains. Their arms were pulled taught. Most embarrassing of all they were forced to kneel.

Whumpee glared at the door until it opened.

"You'll learn today", Whumper came in and set their things down.

"Go fuck yourself", Whumpee yelled.

"So disobedient. You will be fun to play with, and when you break, you will be even better."

Whumpee spat at the floor.

"So brave for someone at my mercy", Whumper grabbed Whumpee's face and examined them.

Whumpee groaned as their head was moved roughly.

"You'll do nicely", Whumper chuckled.

"Nicely for what exactly?", Whumpee's eyes followed Whumper until they stood behind them.

"I've been quite bored upstairs lately. I figured since I have a basement full of prisoners, why not turn one of them into a pain slave to play with", Whumper chuckled gleefully, "you will want to get away from me so much, but you will be so far gone that the thought of getting away from me scares you. You will be unwillingly loyal, and you'll both love it and hate it."

"Never", Whumpee muttered through quivering lips.

"We'll see my dear", Whumper chuckled as they punched Whumpee for the first time.

Whumpee gasped and fell forward. Their muscles and joints now screamed at this position.

"I'll be back tomorrow", Whumper whispered threateningly.

"Why did you want me?", Whumpee shook as they tried to sit up and elleviate the pain.

"The others are all dead inside. They are waiting for the inevitable moment of me killing them. You still have a drive to survive. Even when I do break you... you will continue to have that drive to survive. You will do whatever just to live. Your defiance will be your undoing."

Whumpee looked down, "never", they grumbled.

"We'll see", Whumper chuckled as they left.

The week continued.

Whumpee received daily beatings from Whumper or a guard... or both.

They were not given much to any food, and water was scarce.

Whumper came in.

"Please water", Whumpee looked at them with hopeful eyes.

"Beg for it. Let me see how desperate you are for my care. A good pain slave will take as much pain and discomfort their master gives them just in hopes their master will love them. How much do you want me to give you water?", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee turned their head away, "nev..."

Whumper started to leave, shaking their head.

"Wait please", Whumpee lunged forward, "please please water.... I'm so thirsty."

Whumper turned with an evil grin.

Whumpee sighed, this was what Whumper wanted, and they stepped right into it.

"Please may I have water?", Whumpee begged.

"Yes you may", Whumper pulled out a bottle from their belongings, "was that so hard?"

Whumpee chugged the water as Whumper tilted it for them.

Whumpee almost whined when the bottle was pulled away. They tried to follow it and keep their mouth on it. They wanted more.

"Still thirsty?", Whumper sighed.

"Y-yes", Whumpee eyed the bottle.

"You can have more, but first.... beg me to hit you", Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheeks.

"Do what?", Whumpee whispered in shock.

"A good pain slave wants their master to be happy and relaxed. They should always want to help take their master's anger", Whumper spoke happily, "beg me to hit you."

"Uhm, I don't.... I don't know if I'm ready to do that", Whumpee whispered.

"So you're not saying never?", Whumper questioned.

"No, I'm just not ready to ask to be hit", Whumpee looked at the floor.

"Okay, I'll take that as a win", Whumper turned to leave.

"Wait water... please", Whumpee's voice cracked.

"I suppose you know what to do to get it", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee looked away.

"I'll check back in tomorrow", Whumper left.

"The-they're winning", Whumpee whispered to themself, "will it be as bad as I think it will be. I can't do this much longer."

Whumper came back the next day.

"I brought ice cold water and even a warm meal to sweeten the deal", Whumper smiled at Whumpee.

Whumpee was close to crumbling. They had been in that same position since this all started.

"Please", Whumpee whispered, "do whatever you want with me. Please can I lay down or at least move."

"Hmm, anything?", Whumper grinned.

"Yes anything, hurt me if you must, I can't stay in this position any more... please", Whumpee pleaded.

"Well you drive a hard bargain", Whumper chuckled, "I knew you'd give."

"Please my legs are killing me", Whumpee pleaded again, "my arms....."

"Hush", Whumper slapped Whumpee's face.

Whumpee shook.

"Beg me to hurt you", Whumper grinned.

"Please hurt me, take out all of your anger on me. Show no mercy", Whumpee sobbed, "just please let me move my body", Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut in preparation for impact.

They were startled when a gentle hand cupped their face.

"Now was that so hard", Whumper cooed.

"I won't hurt you, not yet. You won't always be hurt by me, I promise", Whumper reached to unlock Whumpee, "this room will remain your special room, as you please me you may receive rewards. If you do not please me...", Whumper paused.

"More punishment", Whumpee whispered.

"You learn so quickly", Whumper cooed.

Whumpee was left in the room. They were allowed the food and water. They quickly finished.

It was until then that they realized the door to their room was left partially open.

"It's a trap", they whispered, but still inched closer.

They peaked out and looked up and down the hall.

"Should I get them?", a guard looked at Whumper while they watched a screen. A camera had been hidden inside the room.

"Let's see what they do. They won't get far if they do run", Whumper watched as Whumpee knelt down outside of the door, "I'm curious what they are up to."

Whumpee looked back inside of their room, the chains had been left out.

"Just like they said I want to escape, but I'm too scared to try", Whumpee hung their head in defeat and went back into their room.

"They are where I want them", Whumper stated happily, "let my real fun begin."

Notice by MJ: this has nothing to do with pain slaves in the BDSM community. Please do not take this as a guide for that community.

[desires-of-chain]

Tasty brain brought up a scenario straight out of those 90s shoujo mangas (you know the ones. With all the political intrigue and psychological warfare) where the reader is isekaid and ends up being a concubine for protection. But. BUT. OHOHOHO, I'm not going to the dubcon, sexist crap here!

Let's put it this way: headcanon where in Hyrule, there's a honeymoon period of a month whenever someone gets married or got a new concubine. Because what if they're strangers? We're not gonna jump straight into baby making right away, there needs to be adjusting periods, getting to know each other, easing each other into intimacy especially if one or both parties are virgins, etc etc depending on the social norms regarding intimacy and sex allowed between unmarried people prior akjdjdkd so we got lotsa time for talking, teasing, and loads of foreplay until they do ittt and indulge in kink.

Reader and Fierce Deity are very Respectful. There's defs a power imbalance in a lot of things so they gotta navigate around that and have talks over cultures to avoid misunderstandings. (See 🎀 here furiously hammering away the typical tropes that cockblock or destroy fun, consensual sex.) Also, as soon as they figured out the mutual horniness and actual affection, they immediately start hashing out the stuff they are fine with and how to proceed with it with ALL THE TEASING AND FLIRTING AND SEXUAL TENSION. Maybe it's Reader who's the virgin. Maybe it's Fierce Deity. Maybe both. Or maybe they're both experienced and just hashing things out before they jump in the bed or the nearest surface.

People are gonna expect Fierce Deity always being the dominant one but NO, THAT'S NOT FUN AT ALL, NO, HE LIKES IT WHEN HE SURRENDERS AND GETS REWARDED FOR IT. People tend to focus waaay too much on one aspect of the war god and HERE'S HIS TINY BRIDE ACCEPTING EVERY ASPECT OF HIM. They're both switches but Fierce Deity is yet to experience the joys of being a sub because everyone is too damn scared "to be that audacious go a god." (To be fair, they're right, but Fierce Deity is a pleasant sort of exception.) Tiny mortal is a dom of the scariest mofo in the pantheon. People would not believe it, that's too absurd, right?

People would not know about a war god on his knees, head between his concubine's thighs and lips inches away from her core, only because his concubine is holding a leash taut and the collar is keeping him at that agonizing distance. He can break out of it but he's not going to. Or perhaps his concubine had been sneaky and created the collar and leash out of divine materials again to render him truly helpless. No one else but her would know about how hard his cock gets when he's powerless and at her mercy and forced to beg for a taste of her.

No one would know about when he had been on top, fucking her ruthlessly and keeping her from her own release, the woman who would grin and have the gall to goad him, insulting how he's taking her: "Are you a really god or just dog in a rut?" And he'd promptly make his rude little wife submit, lovingly break her like how she lovingly breaks him.

There's loads more in my head, like the fact she's made concubine and NOT his wife since a) she doesn't want to be immortal (yet) and b) divine politics: nobody is gonna want a mere mortal to get elevates to their level, she gotta be immortal first! But I'm still in a horny mood so focus on sexy times it is!

-🎀

🎀 anon, bestie, i'm eatin this shit up. I swear if you don't continue, I'm gon go feral. /j

okay, okay, but like I love the idea of reader being a lil shit to Fierce in bed and also domming him???? I JUST KNOW THAT MAN IS NUTTIN' ON THE SPOT.

[blackbloodteeth]

Snippet Sunday!!!! I'm so excited that I'm almost done with The WIP™, so look forward to that as much as I am (if brain is merciful and doesn't make me too inspired to write another scene afterwards).

And here's my contribution to this here Sunday! Better strap in 'cause we're gettin' weird with it (also warning for like vomiting or something).

———

Everything happened so fast and all at once, quite literally so as moments flipped by like television static in quick succession as Maka spins Soul around in a dance, and his fingers grip through her hair as she presses his face deeper into the couch, and the edge of the blade tips the rapid pulse of his neck towards the glare gleaming down on him, and oh god make it stop- while the cards across the table grin with his face – "Devil's bluff." – until his knees crash against the concrete below, his chest heaving and then spewing out something wretched and- sl-slug…?

"Oh there you are, it's about time. Or is it about space?" Soul's head shivers up to crane his head towards- at himself? But like one of those freaky animatronics you'd find on a show stage except it's standing all on its own, not laughing with its mouth as it jumps to another pose like he'd been forced to blink. "Either way, no matter where you go, here you are!"

Before Soul can even think to speak, let alone catch his breath, the motionless jointed puppet of him flips between different positions with every sentence.

"Would you do anything she would tell you to?" Its hands are held open to the air.

"Do you care about her more than anything?" One hand is pointed up like a proposal while its head is tilted.

"You would risk your life for her, right?" It's leaning in close to him now, one hand over its heart while the other is reaching in invitation.

"Dude," Soul finally manages to croak out, "what the bloody fuck are you on about?"

The creepy animatronic him laughs like this is some kind of sick joke, arms poised outwards in an open grin. "I'm asking; Would you do anything for Maka!"

"Of course I fucking would; I don't- Why are fucking with me—"

"Great! That's what we like to hear!" His hands clench closer to his chest when the freak has its fingers knitted together, Soul's flight or fight starting to lean more into the latter as- "A compelling premise; Now we need a genre!"

Soul holds his breath while the thing's eyes start rotating rapidly like a slot machine, faster and faster until they suddenly stop, not… having changed, he thinks? Maybe they- "The voices have spoken!" Its fingers are fully stretched out to reveal nothing in its palms. "Oooh, murder mystery! This one's gonna be fun!"

"W-wait, what are you-"

"Come on now, no space to lose!" His sore throat chokes as he's suddenly being picked up by the arms from behind, not even an opening to squawk back as a hat – oh god that better be just a hat – is shoved onto his head and he's then pushed forward into what might've been a hallway. "Time to go!"

Soul's still reeling while his footsteps stutter in front of him, the brick road beneath now glowing faintly under the midnight light of – why the fuck does the moon look like that?!

As is with the rest of Everything preceding him, he doesn't even get the courtesy to stop and think about any of this or the fact he's in a trench coat now as he had apparently been walking this entire time, his fingers jarred by the force he apparently just used to knock on this door a few feet away from where he'd been. For the couple seconds it takes for a rough, burly man to squint at him from the other side opening up, he notes the card-sized object between the fingers of his sweaty pocket by the time the man seems to recognize him. "Ah, Holmes' Agency?"

"I, uhh…" He also notes that his mind and therefore memory is currently still hazy, taking a quick peek at the ID badge before he flashes it to the guy. "Yessir. Sou Leater, P.I."

"Oh thank goodness you're here then, Detective Leater. You couldn't have come sooner." A firm but respectable handshake is quickly exchanged as the man then shows him inside, the air already thick with tension. "There's just been a murder, and we think the killer might have left behind a clue on who the next victim will be."

Detective Leater adjusts his cap and squares his shoulders while following closely after him.

"Let me take a look and I'll see what I can deduce."

[liliallowed]

the last laugh

a dusttale pacifist timeline with a twisted protagonist.

-major unreality and 4th walk breaks

-injury

-character death

-psychological mind games

-eventual gore and violence

-angst

-hurt no comfort

-NOT a fix you fic

-NOT a fluff fic

-dead dove do not eat (I'm serious this fic doesn't hold back. read if you like edgy stuff. this isn't fluff.)

chapter 1: old beginnings

you're tired of the monotonous killing sprees. it's time to switch things up a bit.

for whatever reason you've decided to switch play styles.

he wanted to play your role?

two could play that game.

his little stunt had had you feeling a lot of emotions.

guilt, shame pity...

but also...

respect, admiration, interest, and curiosity.

it was an understatement to say you honestly felt... impressed. shocked.

but soon that jumpscare of a fight turned your fear into something different.

you weren't sure WHAT.

perhaps you felt guilty and wanted to undo this? give him the ending he has longed for for so many timelines?

he was a monster of your own making much like Chara.

perhaps you felt responsible for it all and wanted to take back the control you had lost over the script to make amends.

or maybe you couldn't care less and just saw it as another empty challenge to check off on you checklist that kept you from going insane. feeding the never ending apathetic boredom you had cultivated throughout the loop.

regardless of your motives you were pumped and excited to try something new with him.

you had perfected your skills throughout your fights with him to the extent that you could almost do papyrus fight blind in comparison... you muscle memory kicked into high gear as you flawlessly dodged the bullets you had dodged countless times.

it was exhilarating. he was SO DIFFICULT to beat. not because of the damage. in fact the damage he dealt was significantly less than before.

no his fluid movement and complicated bullet patterns was what would screw you over.

and he never NEVER used the same pattern. it was always changing. always keeping up with your pace. predicting your movement, tracking learning improving.

god he was so fun to fight.

it almost felt like you were playing the game on multiplayer.

but... you have had your fill from his shenanigans. you had seen everything he had to offer.

had checked every single corner. exhausted every bit of dialogue you COULD drag out from him...

it was never repeative. always new always flexible and always ALWAYS keeping track of you.

it came to your attention that even if you SPARED monsters... he'd still kill them.

if you tried to save them he'd STILL GO AFTER THEM.

oh.

oh fuck he was ACTUALLY serious.

it wasn't about a simple grudge anymore no he was LOCKING you in genocide on purpose without your input.

and he was aware of it.

he had taken away your CHOICE of mercy without even touching your soul.

it creeped you out.

at first you thought his reasoning was stupid.

if he wanted to save them why did he kill them?

looking at it now though it was almost ingenious... clever and creative.

it reminded you a LOT of what Chara would pull on the end of a soulless pacifist except sans had cranked it to a 100.

he wasn't trying to save them.

no he was just straight up trying to trap you in an inescapable purgatory until YOU decided to leave it.

he never meant to SAVE them he only meant to STOP YOU.

he had taken control over the FUCKING SCRIPT.

you could no longer decide fate. no.

the world had fallen from your grasp.

despite controlling time you could not change fate.

and it BOTHERED you.

oh so he thought he could snatch this world from you the way Chara would ask for your soul every genocide run?

all it took was some few file recycling to fool that idiot to think you were here for the first time.

you could find loop holes inside loops. and he had issued a personal challenge to beat HIM at HIS game.

which also begged the question. how the FUCK did sans know if not even flowey and Chara could recall it? was he hanging out in your recycle bin or something?

you were pretty sure that was not how it worked.

there was literally no trace of your genocide...

you had a sneaking suspicion gaster was involved somehow.

because why not.

either way you couldn't just murder your way into a happy ending...

not unless you could alert the other monsters.

something sans failed to do because his argument felt so unrealistic and-

"sans? psht that guy can't even hurt a fly"

oh.

you were starting to feel a headache already.

god fucking dammit.

why did you do this to yourself. why do you decide to do hitless runs and try sans simulators every Monday... why do you speed run the path of pain in hollow knight.

why do you walk naked in elden ring and get absolutely destroyed...

what the FUCK is actually wrong with you...

god what had you gotten yourself into...

you have this thought process every single time. it seems to be a repeating pattern.

but you're too stubborn to give up.

I mean granted it didn't make sense why Chara would be trying to antagonize sans when they were literally after the same thing... except they had been silent for xxx resets... going back to slumber.

attempt 1:

you woke up and practically rolled over your way out of the flower bed with great agility jumping on your feet.

time to put all that speedrunning to use.

you sped your way across the ruin halls doing skips and wall runs, not even BOTHERING to solve the puzzles as you skillfully hopped over the spikes.

flowey caught on that something was different about you this round. he had popped right Infront of you to ask but you juked him, not even bothering to explain your plan.

it was simple. convince goat mom a frikin serail killer was about to kill her and he might have been the person she had been speaking to behind the door...

monsters encountered you but you flicked your soul skillfully to flee, your movement almost as precise as a Tas each time an encounter was made

you couldn't flee blooky but thanks to the broken script you managed to weasel your way out of the battle box FORCING your way out of battle.

the ghost stared at you with visible confusion and shock as if it has seen you defy the laws of gravity or something... which wasn't strange with magic... but with cheesing the battle box? yeah you must've looked like you were glitching through a wall or something.

you ran straight ahead to steal/borrow a bunch of spider donuts... you meant all you could get your hands on.

you ran into toriel next but didn't even STOP and ran full speed ahead towards the save point near the tree.

you were panting. your body was so tired... it's muscles were sore from being pushed to this extent.

you were sure it was in pain.

not that you could feel it of course.

you saved your time in the save point.

it glowed a brilliant gold, almost five times brighter than it usually was.

*you are filled with determination.

damn right you were.

your body collapsed to the ground, not even able to take another step...

flowey used this chance to approach you.

"another speed run?"

he asked with a scoff.

you shook your head.

"I've... I've got a new idea... you know how sans pulled a YOU on me? I say we pull a HIM... on him hahaha... "

you panted leaning back against the tree.

Flowey's eyes widened in surprise.

"wanna help me try something new old friend?"

you smile.

flowey was overjoyed at first by your offer.

but hesitated.

"what is your plan? "

he asked tilting his head. he didn't trust you.

but you had gained his interest.

"well I know I can't convince people that that lazy couch potato suddenly went psycho without giving myself away... "

you hummed examining a tree branch that had fallen down.

"do we're going to make it look like a coincidence that I know and INDIRECTLY drive everyone away and lead them to the throne room."

a big smile appeared on Flowey's face that made you wonder how he wasn't split in half.

"now THAT sounds interesting."

he laughed as he patted your back with amusement using a vine.

"but we'll have one shot at pulling this off. once he knows my plan it'll be useless."

you warned.

"so I'm currently making preparations and sizing up the chess board. measuring the time it takes to run from checkpoint to checkpoint."

you finished trying the ribbons you found with the stick, making a makeshift spear.

he would usually throw your weapons into the lava pit to sabotage your progress so you had to get creative.

flowey nodded with a small mischievous giggle. "oh this is going to be SO FUN! specially after your whole... eat sleep kill, repeative habits..."

"hey I wanted to try increas-"

"yes  yes I know how obsessed you are with skill, precision and speed... but now you're satisfied and want to move to something different. just like old times ey?"

"yep."

"so _____, where do I come in all this?"

"meh  I'm just poking around before finalizing the genocide sabotage."

"is that what you're calling it?"

"it ain't pacifist since I'll be fighting that bone head plenty times... it isn't genocide since I'M NOT the killer now... so how about reverse genocide or geno-tage? sabo-cide?"

"didn't you name the previous run rebellio-"

"AY SH SH SHHHHH we don't talk about that."

"what? that you totally got owned by the trashbag?"

the banter was interrupted by toriel walking in, standing in place with a shocked expression.

"oh m-my little one how did you get here? did you fall down? you must've been so scared!"

you shook your head, smiling at the concerned monster.

"no! this flower helped me find my way!"

(my ass. you zoomed across the whole place like it was a marathon)

flowey thought as he smiled picking up on the act.

"o-oh! thank you... pardon my intrusion... my child do you know where you are?"

"yeah! he said it was safe here and he told me all about monsters and magic and the love they have for one another!"

Flowey cringed at the word love...

it had just occurred to him that you had made him say that dialogue XXX times already without his knowledge before sans decided its kill or be killed.

"we did get a chance to make many friends since he told me I should escape if I felt unsafe. "

you finished explaining as you grinned knowingly at his discomfort.

"oh! that's a relief for them to have met such a kind monster like you dear. thank you!" she smiled warmly at flowey.

unbeknownst to her a shiver ran on the flowers stem as he recalled being burnt to crisp by her fire every GOD DAMNED TIME he tried to talk to the human.

"I apologize for the late introduction my child. I am Toriel. gatekeeper of the ruins.

I live in that house just across! would you like to join me for some cinnamon pie?"

you nodded.

"I prefer butterscotch but thank you!"

you smile warmly. god this was SO nostalgic. it made your heart go all fuzzy and warm as you ignored the warning of impending doom at the corner of your mind, coming to bite you in the ass, like the grim reaper itself had taken offense from your recklessness...

now that you think about it... wasn't this whole ordeal just you and that riding hood arguing over who'd have the last laugh?

it was childish immature bit neither of you planned to give up..

if he wasn't out for your blood you'd even consider it close to a sibling dynamic...

"o-oh ! well it's a good thing I also happen to have the ingredients!"

your mind snapped back into the present.

your anxiety over where and WHEN he would strike would not let you linger in one place for too long.

you lift yourself up from the pile of red leaves under you and let flowey climb up to your shoulder, using his vines to keep his position seure around your head.

"a flower crown" ... you smirk at him and he rolled his eyes.

and just for a split second you barley managed to catch the look of sadness on toriels face.

"you look so lovely my child."

she smiled... it was a bitter sweet smile. a sense of grief and longing written all over her expression.

you take her hand, comforting her.

you may have been worse than la literal demon... but you weren't completely heartless... oh who were you kidding of course you were.

the nostalgia hit you like a brick wall when you spend a day crying over killing her by accident. good times good times...

you were tempted to do it again.

bringing yourself to care then cut yourself off. it was horrible it was beautiful it made you FEEL HORRIBLE AND AMAZING.

GOD YOU HATED how much you LOVED it. and loved how you hated it.

you hated yourself SO FUCKING MUCH that you couldn't even give yourself CLOSURE AND RIP OF THE DAMNED BANDAID.

you were a sucker for drama and tragedy.

that bittersweetness... that sweet sweet IRONY.

that sheer agoney of watching something you built crumble into a mess... how it crushed you on the inside.

validating your worst fears in a self fulfilling prophecy.

you had a small kinship with the feeling.

break it fix it break it fix it break it fix it...

you could.

why SHOULDN'T you. why WOULD you.

you could FEEL getting sucked into another self destructive cycle.

fix it.

obsessing over the smallest things. you had to know everything.

break it.

until realization hit.

what had you done?

what HAD you done? what WERE YOU DOING?

... oh it's just for shits and giggles!

I don't WANT to save them.

it doesn't MATTER.

I just wanna STICK IT TO HIS DUMB FACE. HAHAHAHA!

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE MONSTERS.

THEY'RE NOTHING BUT CODE!

/you're re wracked with a perverted sentimentality./

then why do I keep them around...?

you cared. you cared SO MUCH it drive you crazy.

a craziness you dared not indulge in in reality but in fiction.

it was your obsession that drive you to this point. not apathy.

you genuinely cared. you couldn't let go you couldn't. you had to. YOU HAD TO SEE IT TO THE END. THIS WASN'T GOING TO THE WAY YOU'D LET THINGS END.

...

now that you think about it... that thought process does sound iconically familiar.

you couldn't help but let out a small hysterical chuckle.

oh the irony. oh how much you wanted to just... laugh at your own hypocrisy for expecting anything different.

"you damned riding hood... "

you mumbled only to find yourself in toriels embrace as she rocked her chair back and forward, slowly stroking your hair to comfort you.

...

you leaned into her soft paws...

god you wished you could actually feel them. the warmth of the fireplace... hear her humming...

how much you craved to make yourself FEEL SOMETHING... ANYTHING. PAIN PLEASURE CALMNESS SUFFERING you'd take ANYTHING.

ANYTHING to make you feel less hollow.

"shhh it's okay child. it must've been hard on you on the surface. "

she cood softly comforting the human in her arm.

you contemplated her words for a moment.

was she talking to you...? how would she know how YOU felt? she couldn't. she wouldn't...

only flowey and sans could understand.

not even CHARA understood it.

you didn't need some npcs PITY.

...

and yet?

her words felt so pure so... genuine.

it sent another wave of guilt back at you.

"no... I didn't really have a dramatic backstory... "

you replied softly.

your throat was tight.

the way it used to be when you had killed papyrus for the first time.

you told yourself you'd give ANYTHING to be able to play this game for the first time again...

and this was as emotionally close as it was going to get

/god dammit/

you teared up.

you were glad they could not see you. the REAL you.

you couldn't afford to show weakness.

you couldn't afford to go soft and back down.

you were always committed to anything you set your mind to. good or evil. you were too deep into the grind to give up now.

you had to remind yourself.

this wasn't because of your guilt or hero complex. you simply did it out of boredom.

you WEREN'T a good person.

you didn't GET TO feel guilty. you didn't have the RIGHT to feel like this.

toriel nodded with a bitter smile.

"it's not something to be taken lightly... your soul... it's... how do I explain it..."

"evil. empty? "

you replied without thinking. it didn't matter. you'd just reset her if she found out too much. you decided to throw her a clue to just exactly WHAT kind of abomination she was cradling in her arms right now.

"oh no! heavens no. it's simply injured. it's scarred and it's broken."

she glanced down to your face with a worried expression.

"you have no idea what I am."

you smile bitterly.

/"I'm not even a "human." " /

/"I'm not even a child in fact." /

/"I've killed you XXX times..."/

/"do you know what you are even talking to"/

you WANTED to say it but... the words just wouldn't come out.

we're you scared of her disappointment?

or was it because you simply felt burnt out and too lazy to reset it...

Flowey could have tattled...

but after sans... "happened" you were too paranoid.

you couldn't risk being arrogant again.

toriel stayed silent for a moment, contemplating how to answer.

"of course I do. you're only human."

she smiled.

you turn to face her. she can't really read your expression. because your face is nothing but a shade of black with pixelated glitches decorating the outline.

not that it's within her code to react to such an odd display.

not that she recognizes you are just SO OUT OF PLACE. she also doesn't recognize the broken script... or the glitches occasionally popping in and out.

it alienates you.

you wished she could see what you saw. understand.

you didn't want to be alone...

"you must be tired my child. would you like me to show you to your bed room?"

she suggested deciding to break the tension.

you nodded.

it was practically tradition to check the mirror everytime at this point.

no description.

not in grey not in red... nothing. it was just a black screen reflecting your own face on the monitor.

your REAL face.

you felt amused at that little taunt of the semi self aware world mocking you.

it was charming.

as if it had aknowledged you.

SAW THROUGH you.

and you loved it. loved it's reactiveness and flexibility.

you flopped into the bed pretending to go to sleep.

"gnight Flowey"

"yeah yeah"

it was honestly surprising that you made more progress by taking a breather under the tree rather than speeding across the whole underground.

maybe there was more to it than just SPEED... you knew these characters like the back of your hand. their schedules, when and where they would go... you could predict them and read them like a book.

sans and flowey were the only variables you needed to be wary of.... well just sans since you and flowey were both practically identical when it came to personality and motivation.

if only you could organize the PERFECT domino effect... it could work.

but dominos were hard to put together without falling off. you needed to do it VERY slowly and meticulously. one mistake and all of it would be ruined.

that was why... they realized they needed help.

this was something impossible to do on a first try. and yet they NEEDED more attempts to secure a consistent solution.

it was time to get creative with the code.

so you decided to keep multiple copies OF THE SAME world on different devices with different accounts just to keep your experimentation clean precise and untreatable.

you were sure gaster would be proud... or pissed. either of the two. you didn't really know the guy.

but judging by sans's methods and his connection to him you had a hunch you two had a LOT on common.

maybe he wasn't AS bad as you? but sans didn't even seem that surprised by your first genocide... nor the second or third... he just... stood there with no motive or drive.

and now he was obsessed with "winning"

if it didn't scream gaster or Chara you don't know what did.

"I know your type"

"no... you're the type of person who will never be happy"

"don't you have anything better to do"

chills, literal chills everytime you heard it.

you squinted around the room keeping your ears sharp to the soulnd of Toriels movements.

she had gone to the kitchen.

"now's your chance! go!"

flowey whispered.

it didn't matter if sans killed her this run. you were simply testing the waters.

you swiftly jumped from your bed and dashed across the hall, your footsteps barely making a sound.

you ran down into the basement and went through all the way to the end.

usually toriel would've brought you back but you had done a sequence break, going downstairs AS the game was playing the cutscene...

yeah this was actually a bit funny to watch.

you could hear Flowey's confusion from the glitching screen, laughing your ass off.

you had no idea where you were going but your muscle memory knew. you had done a blind run before. you could get out of the-

you crashed headfirst into the door.

you snapped back into your vessel from the cutscene grabbing your throbbing head.

"ow..."

you muttered as you stood up and began to push the giant door open.

MAN was this thing heavy.

flowey only gave you a small glare before climbing back on top of your head again.

a brief breeze brushed past you.

there was a certain chilliness to it that you hadn't noticed before. it had gone colder.

you took a deep breath before marching forward with a determined face.

the cold whiplashed snow across your face.

a storm was brewing.

you could feel it.

you couldn't see much due to the blizzard but what you DID know was that from here on out this was a lion's den... and you were the prey.

you needed to get to a save point and fast.

he had a habit of camping near them because he had narrowed down their locations.

you knew he couldn't SEE the save points but that didn't stop him from tracking your record and finding their locations on his own.

you avoided going near the save for that very same reason and decided to take a detour around the forest. the main path was too predictable and the trees provided good cov-

"watch out!"

you held in a scream that threatened to erupt from your throat the moment you had stepped on a FUCKING BEAR TRAP.

"this fucking douche bag... "

you growled as you force it open with your bloody hands.

"I told you to be careful idiot!"

Flowey complained.

that was the SEVENTH FUCKING TIME you stepped on a bear trap.

you drag your injured limp leg.

"oh for the love of... here."

flowey heals you, preventing you from having to use a spider donut.

*HP fully restored.

"have I ever told you I love you?"

you wink at him.

"SHUT  UP BEFORE I SHOOT A BULLET THROUGH YOUR HEART"

he scoffed.

you hum with amusement.

wow. who knew he was so handy when he wasn't killing Asgore to stop you from going to the surface.

you march towards... the bridge...

sans had thrown you in the abyss underneath at LEAST twenty times.

he wasn't here which meant be was probably grinding exp at the ruins.

good for him.

you breeze across doggo's station, not making the slightest sound. you were here considerably earlier than you SHOULD have been.

you had even done sequence breaks to get here this early in fact. one could even say you... used a shortcut...

yeah you had no idea how that worked.

something familiar glistened at the corner of your eye.

there was a save point beckoning you suspiciously with an unoccupied and unattended "murder" post beside it.

it used to be a ketchup stand but now? oh boy you some really bad memories from it.

"no bloodthirsty skeletons around? no? don't mind of I do!"

you comment in your head slowly and very carefully stepping closer to the stand.

you stood still staring intently at the crate on top of the save point, positioned in a way that almost made it look like a crude and simple trap.

the lack of spikes or deadly decorations on the contraptions made you realize it might have been the work of papyrus.

the real or fake one? who knows.

"oh that's just pathetic."

flowey scoffts slamming his vines and throwing the crate off to the side.

"you're being petty don't you think? I thought it was cute."

you reach your hand, saving your progress-

*snap*

the snow underneath your feet crumbles sending the two of you to a pit of spikes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

/ah there's sans' trademark. it's definitely from phantom pap/

you realize mid air, hearing flowey screech in terror as he nearly suffocates you from hugging you so tight.

you pull the spear out of your inventory and strike the wall.

it somehow works!

you don't know how a shabby stick an support your weight but you're not complaining.

your left heel got stabbed but it did not go clean through to be that bad.

a single tear fell from your eye as you shook in place curling into a ball hanging from of the horizontal spear struck into the wall.

you let out the sound resembling the cry of a whale and a mouse combined.

"what the hell is that sound... you just made..."

"pain"

you sob in silent agoney. why the toes it always had to be the friking toes man. you were fine dying a super Gorey death. or having your brain's blown out but THE PINKY TOE AND THE HEEL? REALLY!?

"what...??"

"paaaaaain... I'm in great pain"

you hiss grabbing your leg, cradling it to your chest like it's your newborn son.

shouldn't you have stopped falling just inches away from your face like in those movies?

life had many disappointments.

flowey pulled both of you up from the death trap.

he healed your leg back and even restored your torn shoes somehow.

"almost got dunked there. thanks"

you smiled.

you then proceeded to run full speed ahead, dodging any incoming monsters.

you zoomed across the ice ring with your velocity increasing dangerously high.

then you proceed to catapult yourself into a pile of snow at the other side of the froze lake.

"man I miss the old sm64 days where you could do this backwards"

you shake the snow off your head and flowey didn't even seem surprised at this point.

you could literally vibrate back and forth on command and glitch through some walls. you could moonwalk and go forward backwards on the hotland vents. he just stopped questioning it. he didn't want to know.

and you had brought this poor game to it's knees with how much sequence breaking you had done with seedruns.

maybe this was why it became like this.

the world was just angry at you for not stopping to smell the roses and going too fast...

you got yourself out if the snow puff, shaking off the cold from you body before heading towards snowdin.

to your surprise it wasn't a deserted wasteland yet.

but it wasn't warm and cheery ither. the atmosphere was heavy and the laughter of children could no longer be heard.

huh? what was going on?

granted YOU know what was about to go down but why was everyone else acting nervous?

they all seemed paranoid. no one seemed to know WHY or how they felt it but everyone could FEEL something was off and wrong...

a sense of dread had taken over the townsfolk. and no one knew why this feeling was happening.

some were nervous. some had closed up shops... there were also few who were still playing around in the snow but from their expressions you could tell they had their gaurd up.

did they know? did they remember? you really never knew since you never got to see this place before sans made it into a ghost town.

but from the looks of it people had a SENSE of it. they weren't oblivious.

good good.

[nutria--oscura]

me? listening to an ep when it comes out rather than hours later? a rare occasion for sure (shit's gonna go down isn't it?)

~spoilers for s2 ep47~

"crunchy munchy refuge"? HENRY'S BACK? PLEASE

"they must deal with the loss of a team member" WELL- YEA. THEY BETTER TALK ABOUT IT

hi um... what song is this? why? oh- no reason... not sobbing at all [screams]

we did it boys... Hermie finally got his show stopping number, his final performance, the entire cold open to himself.

"this same podcast dungeons and dragons" PART ?? OF WILL SAYING IT DND INSTEAD OF DNDADS (it makes me giggle so much every time)

every time Matt opens Link's fact by reminding everyone that the teens are spouses, it returns to me the life Anthony takes away whenever he hurts Hermie

OOOOOO PROPS? Love Will bringing in the props- THE LOVERS? REVERSED LOVERS- OH SHITTTTT

loving the energy in the room

oh? Lark and Sparrow are with them?

OH YEAH- NORMAL WASN'T CONSCIOUS OH SHIT-

HIDE HERMIE??? YEA LISTEN TO SCARY, DON'T TOUCH HIM-

idiots- the lot of the- WAIT WHAT- ANTHONY

OH NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lark just trying to leave-

Normal doesn't see Hermie? wow, ok, i'm already crying- ok

LARK AND SPARROW FUCK OFF- LET HIS SAY BYE-

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK F U C K K K K

"this heaven has one less spouse, but heaven has one more angel" I love Hermie but, that boy is not going to heaven

Anthony sounded so inspired when he said "garages" I aspire to be that inspired in my life lol

Hi Will, let Normal go feral please :) Merci <3

NORMAL CASTS COMMAND

ELDRITCH BLAST ON THE DOOR

YES FREDDIE FUCK YEA

"I want to pull the pin on one of them and then throw the whole box at them" to that I raise you, wasn't it Darryl who threw the ENTIRE bag of beans in s1? Wilsons and throwing full containers of dangerous stuff, I tell ya-

"the shrapnel does a cool, like right over my eyebrow? y'know, cool scar, y'know?" SCAR SCAR SCAR SCAR ON LINKKK

Pennies? NAT 1 NOOOOO

"they haven't made pennies in years Normal" oKAY

GENTLE REPOSEEE

FUCK

NORMAL AND THE NAT FUCKING 1S JEEZ-

I just saw 2 ppl's names who are coming up and i am now so terrified-

ANTHONY NO PLEA- THAT'S THE SEGUAY? HOLY SHIT

how did I fucking know that that would be the knock- whAT?

Henry has a portal to old earth?

jumping = falling upward

Oakvale? man with bracele- iS THAT BARRY?

why does he have old Erin O'Neil's voice

HENRYYYYYYY HENRY HENRY HENRY HENRYYYY!

ok. who said Henry would be like "i'm still alive cause of my healthy vegan lifestyle" to the other dads? i'm giving you a pat on the head and a cookie

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SEX FURNITURE? yea, ok.

MERCEDES IS DEAD? NOOOOOO (the second Will said "jar of Mercedes Oak-Garcia's ashes" I dropped my phone-) WHY IS TIME PROGRESSING IN THIS PODCAST ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND HOW IT CAN EFFECT PEOPLE OVER TIME AGHHHHH-

"can you go wait outside" oH NOOOOOO

HERMIE ARCANA CHECK- FUCKING 3- WILL CHANGE YOUR DICE PLEASE GOD NO

FUCK NO NO NO N O O O

"if none of you guys can help him and none of you guys understand how this works then we gotta go to the one guy who can!" THE WAY I JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SEAT WHEN WILL SIAD THT- SCAM ACTUALLY IS BACK TOOO BOIS

YOU TELL THEM NORM. YOU FUCKING TELL THEM

Scary's voice- oh gosh-

THE SIMPSONS?

"I'm here when it's sad, I'm here when it's fun. Did somebody do something to my son?" NEW SCAM OPENING RHYME AHHHHHH

SCAM ACTUALLY ACTUALLY CARES

"he's just a goof, goofs never die" WHAT IF I DIE?

NO SOUL?

hey, Anthony. fuck you <3 /j well... /hj

YES NORMAL PUNCH HIM (can you guys tell i love scam?)

"bad girl, i'm a bad girl i do what needs to be done. sometimes people fuck with my friends and i fuck with them back"

"you feel like home for some reason" WHAT IF I CRY?

TELL HIM SCARY- OH NOOOOO

one thing i have learned is when Will's character(s) start crying, i cry. and well... Normal's crying, and gUESS WHAT?

OH GODDDD THE TWO-FACE TREE FOR OUR TWO-FACE BOY-

NORMAL AND HENRY <333

THE SEX CANDLES-

HENRY'S FAVOURITE SHOW IS BACK!

THE EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH OF THE EP GEEZ

CHAPARRAL ON 3? OH SHI- yeaaaa

THE SUN IS BACKKKK

"Normal goes to the sort of fresh mound of earth, where Hermie is buried, and he kneels and he says, 'I liked you too.' He puts his hand on the dirt and he says, 'goodnight sweet prince.'" OH GOD OH FUCK- I LITERALLY COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND AND WHEN I GOT UP SLIPPED AND SLID DOWN THE WALL FROM CRYING- OH GEEZ- "GOODBYE SWEET PRINCE, SWEET PRINCE" OH GOSH-

WE'RE DOING THE MEMORIES NOW???? GOD-

i'm sorry- they're teaching Hero AND NORMAL

DADDIES HQ

FREDDIE WITH THE SAVE- OH CMON ANTHONY-

what. the. fuck.

NO. DON'T END ON NORMAL BEING YELLED AT. FOR THE SAKE OF MY MENTAL HEALTH DON'T. PLEASE-

love that Normal at 6 years old had the intelligence to lock the door. no one at daddies hq did that. like, the door was unlocked when Normal got there

In conclusion:

HERMIE NOOOOO-

[shyhaya]

'Sometimes, I really hate technology.'

That was the first thought that passed through your head as the quirky and incredibly annoying hero trapped in the power nullifying cage cuts off your villain speech. Being almost a tradition among the evil kind, giving the hero a reason for all the revenge and destruction plans was an essential part of the relationship between the good one and the bad one. Like an unspoken rule.

To summarize, the fact that they had rudely interrupted your dramatic backstory was, to say the least, an offense punishable by death. Even more after they gave you their reason for such a thing.

"Eh.. you know there's an actual Wikipedia page about you on the internet, right? I already know about all you're gonna tell me. How your family treated you and—"

They suddenly stopped talking. Maybe it was how your fists clenched by your sides until your nails almost cut the skin, or the way your eye twitched as the expression on your face turned dark and murderous, but the usually energetic hero visibly flinched and curled inside the cage, positively scared of you. Good, at least they knew they had fucked up.

"Stupid heroes and stupid websites.."

You mumbled before looking at the hero with a very much annoyed expression.

"Doesn't matter. You're not even worth my precious time. You'll be dead anyway, no use telling a soon-to-be corpse my story and plans.."

Turning around, you started to walk away, still offended but trying to act as if you're not. Needless to say, you were failing miserably at that. To try and calm down, you decided that maybe testing your new weapon of mass destruction would help. People suffering always made you feel better, after all. But just as you were about to start a -in your mind- justified genocide, the thing in the cage opened their mouth again.

"U-umm.. I.. I have a- a question.. if t-that's.. alright?"

A long silence followed their words, and they pleaded whichever God was out there to be merciful and save them from their probably horrible death. You sighed, rubbing your temples to ease the growing headache they were causing you.

"And just what is this.. question? Speak now you stupid rookie hero, or I'll kill you."

At your intimidating presence and deadly tone, they stuttered over their words, and as amusing as their fear was, you were tempted to carry on with your threat to get rid of the them at once. But that wouldn't be fun now, would it?

"I-In the.. page.. umm.. It mentioned one of the p-possible reasons you turned evil was.. how y-your.. cat left you w-when you were young.."

You looked at them through the corner of your eyes. They flinched.

"And what about it?"

".. was that.. t-the reason..?"

Another long silence took place. The hero now really thought they were dead, but their curiosity had won. They had read the page, and seriously started to question themselves if that could be the real reason. Now, they were starting to regret being curious. However, with your back facing them, they couldn't see how your face turned melancholic for second before reverting back to stoic.

"Yes.."

The hero's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your honest response. They weren't expecting that. You continued.

"But you wouldn't get it. Now shut it so I can work."

"Wait!"

"What?"

You snapped back at him. They cowered, but didn't shut up.

"I do.. get it."

You went silent for second, before bursting out laughing, clutching your stomach as you doubled over. They looked nervously at you, waiting for you to stop laughing. When you finally did, taking deep breaths to calm down, you looked at them amusedly.

"Really? You think you get what I've been through? Stupid."

"No wait! I- I really do!"

Letting out a long and irritated sigh, you turned around and faced them with a 'you better be quick' expression. The hero almost smiled when they noticed you were letting them talk, but hid it before you could see it.

"My dog left me too when I was young.."

Your expression changed to one of brief surprise, and a glint of nostalgia swirled in your eyes.

"Is that so..?"

The hero sighed in relief when they saw your caught off guard face and heard the almost hopeful tone of voice you used when asking. Maybe they could stop you from carrying on with your plans and get you to stop being bad— is what they thought.

Before your face twisted in the familiar diabolic smile they had seen so many times. The smile of a being who wouldn't care to change. You enjoyed crushing their useless expectations.

"Do you think I care?"

Then, you pressed the button to activate the weapon of mass destruction, destroying a great portion of the city in one single move.

You begin giving your monologue about what drove you to become evil, only to learn that the hero already learnt all pertinent information by reading your Wikipedia page.

[anonthefold]

I just had a quick play match at Oasis on the support role. Our comp was Ram Echo soldier Moira and myself on Kiriko. First round was close but we lost to a Rein Bastion Reaper Mercy Zen because the amount of burst damage was too much to heal through and despite our best efforts to break through the mercy would just rez the work we did. Their front line was a veritable wall of damage. I check the stats a bit during a game to gauge where to improve. The mercy and zen died only once each. This made sense because there was no pressure on them at all during the first round. The echo couldn't take an angle without discord boosted bastion in turret form instantly deleting them. Ram can't push past a good rein and soldier has to break shield before doing anything. The couple of times I tried to off angle with him didn't work.

Round 2 I decided to try Baptiste. Maybe the extra pressure on rein would help. Maybe a good lamp might buy enough time to catch up on healing. I tried it for two team fights and thought to myself that it wasn't working. Checked stats and still saw the supports only died once. That is the pin to pull. Typically I know that zen mercy is a low healing comp. It works in turtle comps but usually falls apart with a tracer or Sombra flanking. I am not going to ask my DPS to swap. That isn't fair to them and it's qp after all.

The only solution was to reddit Lucio. My job was to simply go after their supports, distract them, get an elim maybe and fall back to the team. Oasis is one of the few KotH maps I also feel confident on my wall riding on so that helped a lot. My first dive in I got the zen and then on my way back to the team got the mercy. The rest of the team cleaned up while I healed and sped up everyone. I repeated this process. Their reaper went soldier then switched to Pharah. They didn't realize that I am easily the most entertained by doing things that are harder than they should be so I made it my job to kill the Pharah when she was out of position and I wasn't actively hunting down a zen or mercy. I made that zen reassess the meaning of life.... And it was to bow to the all mighty Lucio. I put that little toaster in the hole on university twice. Then killed him when he got back to point. The second I peaked him I was discorded. I knew I was in his brain. He went from dying once in one round to now having 5 deaths by the end of second.

Third round was the same as second except now the bastion was body guarding both supports. That's what I want. They were playing away from the Pharah and now roadhog. We bullied the tank and I had a nasty soundblaster shot off a wall to kill an ulting Pharah. After securing the point I decided it was time to be a distraction. Peaked a discord, hid for a couple then speed boosted into the little fun party of three. Nothing flashy, just some poke damage, got out waited on abilities and did it one more time before peeling to my team. They naturally moved closer to the point and then we went back to solo mode. Engaged the zen away from the fight with a few shots, a soundblast, and a melee. We won round three pretty cleanly and I was greeted with a lovely "Fuck you Lucio" from the Zen.

This doesn't always work and in fact I can think of many times where my ability has been completely outplayed by the enemy but damn.... Certainly feels good to be a villain sometimes.

[sayoko-ou]

I posted 442 times in 2022

That's 388 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (10%)

399 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tsukithewolf

@arirna

@wilbursoot-updates

@staffs-secret-blog

@funnytwittertweets

I tagged 40 of my posts in 2022

#genshin impact - 20 posts

#gender neutral reader - 9 posts

#brainrot - 9 posts

#female reader - 8 posts

#male reader - 8 posts

#childe genshin impact - 7 posts

#childe x reader - 7 posts

#genshin impact childe - 6 posts

#genshin impact tartaglia - 5 posts

#venti - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 102 characters

#tbh if i wanted to these could both end up being spicy but i shall let this stay pure and innocent u_u

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I loooove mondstadt honestly something about it makes it feel like I'm being welcomed back home so in light of the recent events, take these Venti and Diluc drabbles :D

Weinlesefest

Ah, Weinlesefest

The time to appreciate Mondstadt, Lord Barbatos and most importantly

Wine!!!!

Away from the bustling area in springvale you find yourself all cozy with Master Diluc

Despite the Master's protest you had managed to coax him into bringing some wine for your little picnic

"Just because you don't want to drink it doesn't mean I don't either"

So there you are, huddled up in the Master's arms sipping wine whilst you soak in eachothers presence

An anemo crystalfly flies over your head, capturing your attention

"Look, over there!" you exclaim, pointing at it

"It's so pretty, do you see the-"

Your eyes widen as Diluc leans over, kissing your lips

Red locks tickle your cheeks as he pulls back, crimson eyes full of adoration

With a smile you lift your hand and cup his face, bringing your foreheads together

"Hey 'Luc, did you drink some of the wine or something?'

A tinge of red dusts his cheeks as he leans into your touch, chuckling lightly

"Sorry love, you were just too beautiful not to kiss"

Wind Chaser

Despite what Honglang made it seem, the domain was in fact very fun

Throughout clearing it with the traveller you kept rushing head first into the challenge, running around to fly on any windcurrents

Upon hearing this Venti was more than delighted

Why, if its the wind his darling windblume wants, who is he to deny?

Outside the domain Venti waits for your arrival, greating you with a much stronger wind that lifts you up to the skies

He smiles as you let out shrieks of excitement, giggling as you slowly glide down to where he's standing

Excitedly you throw yourself on him, the two of you spiraling down on the grasss

"Did you and the traveller have fun, my muse? he asks, patting down your now messy hair

You may look rugged and unkempt, but to Venti nothing can beat the sight of you smiling so brightly at him

Maybe he should lift you up more often...

Feel free to send me requests :D

54 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#4

Mmmm okay wait omg. Birthday fucking with Childe??? HELL YEAH

My Pretty Present

Childe comes home to find you all tied up and blindfolded, dripping wet as the bullet vibrator inside you buzzes away insistently

The sight instantly makes his dick harden

You remain unaware as he crawls onto the bed, senses muddled from the onslaught of pleasure

"My my, is this all for me?" he asks, rubbing the tip of his finger against your hole

The sudden stimulation makes you jump, hips bucking up to grind against him

Through pants and broken moans you manage to greet him

"Happ-hhhhh, happy birthday- ah!"

Childe smiled

While he appreciated the challenge of getting you to let go of your pride, it was nice to see you at his mercy

His pretty little plaything, all for him to use the entire night...

Let's just say you didn't get any sleep then

239 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#3

Sigh... I'm so ashamed to be dropping down to this level but here are some gender neutral reader x crush scenarios ! I recently realised I had a thicc fat crush on my best friend and pining ensued (*//艸//)♡

Do that again.

You arrive at the airport, palm sweaty as you grip onto your luggage

As you look for them in the crowd you can feel your heart racing

It's been a long time since you last saw them.

Goosebumps form all over your skin as you feel someone poke the back of your neck, hairs rising as you yelp and turn around to confront your attacker

And just like before, your heart skips a beat

You can barely hear what they're saying, words losing its meaning as you stay frozen

Before you know it, you're kissing them

Quickly you recoil, profusely apologising

It was rash

spontaneous

and totally not okay for you to do that without askin-

Once more you stand still, speechless

Their lips leave yours with a breathless sigh

"Kiss me again."

See you later.

Your arms strain as you stuggle to carry up the box

With a sigh you drop it down at the front door

Leaning on the door frame, you look at the tiny dorm room you payed for

It was very cramped

Boxes were haphazardly stacked everywhere

Random items strayed across the furniture

The two beds were barely visible amongst the clutter, small size clearly not helping them

The sounds of footsteps gradually got louder as your new roommate climbed up the stairs

Both of you grinned at eachother

Gently, they set down their own boxes

You wrapped your arms around their waist and took a deep whiff of the dusty cardboard smell

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347 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

brainrot aughhhh

being Zhongli's little bunny hybrid and taking his carrot every day

Even with his remaining powers he's still strong enough to alter your anatomy so that you'd be able to survive only on his cum, making you even more of a cum hungry bitch

it wasn't easy training you but it was so worth it

you look so pretty crying and stuffing Zhongli's dick in your mouth as you hump against his shoe

so desperate yet still obedient as you struggle to fit his ginormous dragon dick, practically choking yourself on it

but that doesn't matter because you're Zhongli's good bunny!

Once in a while when he's in a generous mood he'll put you in your cage and pass you around with the adepti

And when you're in heat... god aren't you such a poor thing

Zhongli finds it so cute, the way that you fight to remembered your training against the animalistic urge to let go and be fucked by the person nearest to you

Rest assure that you'll be sated every day until your heat ends

You'll be stuffed full of him and there won't be a second where his hands aren't on you

But after that...

Well let's just say you need another lesson of obedience <3

510 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok but.... imagine welcoming home Childe from the trailer.

That meeting took so much energy out of him that by the time he's back home, he looks arguably colder.

You watch as he takes off his heavy ass coat as you peek down the hall.

But when he sees his darling waiting for him, Childe immediately softens a little and a small smile appears on his face.

"Hey love," he says, arms already open as you join him in the doorway.

You hold him tight, pressing his head to your chest as your hand strokes his fluffy orange hair. You know how tiring it is to put a mask on.

Childe melts in your embrace, savouring the warmth and comfort his beloved.

Words of comfort and encouragement come out of your mouth as you soak eachothers presence.

Childe never told you what happened, as he usually does when it came to his post as a Harbinger. But that didn't stop you from picking up what he needed.

Later that night you spoiled him as much as you could.

Even when you were focused on making him a special meal (he wanted to make dinner too but you insisted you'd take care of it) you made no move to shrug of Childe who kept draping himself over you, instead trying your best to return the affection

At the end you two ended up falling asleep on the couch, Childe hugging you like a Teddybear as his head laid on your lap.

Hahdjjdkdkd Childe my bby!!! 😭😭😭 After watching the trailer I just wanted to give him a big fat hug which is basically this LOL. I have another version of this in my head where the relationship is mainly platonic but with romantic undertones. I don't know if I'm gonna post it though. Lemme know what you think

687 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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[demcnsinmymind]

Out of all the things happening around them, the heat, the shaking of the ground and boiling water, it's the man bleeding out of his eyes that seems to get to Lance for just a split second. Swirling chaos of magenta and indecipherable color in his eyes settling on the natural color there. Steady hazel - fixed on the guy instead of her, watching him bleed out.

Wanting to stop it. Trying to help him. With just that look. Focused entirely on the guy now, never even minding her light show or what she could do to him in the mean time.

Concentrating. Eager now. Almost panicked to undo that one particular outcome. Because he knows what that's like. The pain of something you cannot fight. At the complete mercy of it. Forcing its way into your brain. Supernatural. Overpowering. Sadistic. Drawing blood instead of more tears. A truly horrible thing to go through. Something that needs to be stopped.

And he manages to do so in a way, though it ends up being a giant...mess. With two powerful beings in the way, canceling most of his efforts out just by being there. Her, the origin of what is happening to the man. And Aza/thoth, liking what both Lance and Payne are doing to him, eager to add its own twist to it, settling it in a stalemate. After all, Lance still hasn't quite managed to truly grasp the concept of the way it can manipulate time so effortlessly. Manages to reset the man just before the bleeding starts. Once. Twice. Trice. But he never gets him past that reset, doesn't know how to unwind the change after the fact. Knowing that Aza/thoth could unravel that loop for him just fine. Undo it all if it wanted to. Take Payne right up on her show of force and power. But that's the thing about it. It doesn't want to play either side. It's something else entirely. And this is so much more fun for it.

Trapping the guy in an incredibly short loop instead. One filled with agony and dripping blood from his eyes. Running down. Snapping back up again. Running down. Snapping back up again. Not dead at least, but in a worse situation now. Bleeding out over and over again. But a second away from dying. Screaming, screaming, screaming. Losing his fucking mind while it laughs at the sight with utter delight, edged on by her statement.

Not a fucking toy.

It's only when Lance feels the heat of her hand so close to his cheek that his eyes finally lock right back on her face, unblinking and fully devoid of their natural color now. Aza/thoth in full show. Ancient and impossible power boiling underneath. A grotesque mixture of severe pleasure, horror, insanity and...obsession edged upon the face it's attached to. The warning and threat clear even without any physical show of violence from its true power.

Don't you fucking dare touch what's mine.

And it keeps getting reigned in still, until it's Lance who's right back at it, equally 'inspired' by everything that's happening. Filled with rage now, too. Because her statement truly does ring a bell with him.

"Makes two of us then" he replies, and even though his eyes only just shot daggers at her for the mere implication of touch, it's him who reaches out after all. Fingers and palm wrapping around not just her hand, burning hot as a flame, but the cigarette she only just lighted as well, the glow digging deep into the flesh of his palm. It burns, hurts him to the point of making him wince and grind his teeth, but it's exactly what he wants for a moment. Knowing that it doesn't want him hurt here. Just to show the both of them that this is his body, one that he can do whatever the fucks he wants to, and that he's not afraid of either of them or the chaos and pain they bring along.

Still. His skin is a lot colder than it should be, almost freezing, the way space feels like. Cancelling her heat out, almost. Betraying the fact that it just isn't so easy, that this truly just isn't him anymore. But an endless darkness in it, too. Devoid of light and the heat of the sun. A black hole, really, eager to pull in and snuff out whatever gets close to it.

And it's a pull alright. Not just a physical one but a mental one. Insane eyes transfixed on hers once more, eager to keep pulling. Into that black hole right inside his brain. Not just the metaphorical one. But the real one. Hammered right into it by one sick man. Making him scream and scream and scream. A memory he's not exactly happy to force inside her mind or have back inside his own, but it's one that Aza/thoth's more than happy to share with her. Punish him for the way he just hurt his own flesh by laying it all bare for her - the most vulnerable and terrible moment in his life. While also reminding him of the fact that this memory, this situation, is one that it saved him from. Where it chose to hear him, begging for his life and screaming on that table. And how it did come for him, undid it all. All that damage. All that pain.

The essence of it all, really. Letting them both know now. That no matter how much pain. It'll be there. Undo it all. Make it right again. Over and over again if it has to. Because time really has no meaning to both of them anymore. No, it has all the meaning in the world. Looping around and looping around over and over again.

Quite literally too now, his screams. Looping and echoing around in both their heads still. Lance's and Payne's and Payne's and Lance's. Doubling. Doppler. Like one distorted, messed up symphony of agony. It really is insane to hear all over again. To see. To experience. But it's their very essence now. He's used to it. They are. It keeps happening, but it also always ends. So in the end, it just puts a smile on his face.

"Like that?"

      HE PISSED HER THE FUCK OFF,     with the way he seemed to turn everything into a fucking game. turning her into a pawn in this childish glee he seemed to nourish within him. yet she guessed what pissed her off more, is at least in the beginning she entertained it. which was now how [ ... ] he had managed to get under her skin so damn much. yet there was no hiding her anger now, or the flames that seemed to burn off her fingers. the sparks travelling from her fingers to the ground. forever singing them. forever marking them with demonic energy. and it was taking every single ounce of her self restraint, to not turn those flames upon him. ( even if she would enjoy it!   )    her head tilts like that of a predator, as she listens to his words. multi coloured hues rolling skyward at his explanation. already annoyed with it.   

     her anger burns heavier   ━   like an uncapped flame.   as not only do the flames upon her fingers grow. but the ground begins to shake. the beginnings of an earthquake rumbling around them. controlled entirely by her emotions. not only that but the water in the nearby lake, beginning to boil, blood seeping out of the eyes of the poor homeless guy on the corner. for he was right about one thing. she was uncontrollable chaos. (    and completely unpredictable!    )    stepping ever closer to him. she brings her hand between them, pretending to stroke his cheek. but not enough to touch. BUT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO FEEL THE HEAT. as a twisted smirk lifts up the edges of her lips. daring him to come closer now. to rival in her chaos. to languish in her.

           ❛  i'm not a fucking toy to play with ....   ❜ sadism drowning upon every vowel   ━   darkness swirling in the shadows.   as she reigns in some of her powers. allowing them to slowly drip to nothing. even if the unfortunate appearance of them. meant the homeless guy was now gone from this world. but honestly she truly didn't care. that death wasn't on her hands. for it was him that had pushed her here. had uncorked the chaos. (    and released her inner demons to the world!    )    lowering her hands, she waves them idly, a cigarette appearing between tattooed fingers as she uses her previous flames, to light the end. ❛   plus you have no idea, what I truly want. with anything. or how bad I truly want to see how quick it is to make you scream in pain ........ !   ❜  

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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So, I had a really spur of the moment idea and it grew. Soooo......here it is. I don't know if it will go beyond this...possibly, but it depends on how ya'll like it. I am still working on my other works but I only have so much time to spare nowadays. Tell me what ya'll think about it, Kay Kay?

MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism, Mentions of 💨 da smokity smokity.

Dark August Walker × Plus Size Reader

ACQUIESCENCE

Summary: Brandon needs help keeping his family safe while he serves his 18 months with the feds, but having someone on the inside look after his family does not come at a cheap cost.

"I need your help. I don't have anyone else to turn to. I cannot let them kill my family." Brandon said, desperation dripping in his voice.

"Hmm...well what do I get in return?" August said smugly. Brandon could only look at him in shock. This was not expected, he never said he wanted anything. August noticed and continued to corner his prey to get something good out of the deal. "OH come on. Don't tell me you thought I'd save your ass for free. The shit you're in, I should honestly take you in myself...but I'm a merciful guy and believe it or not I can tolerate you. Still, no service comes for free and the help you require, deserves handsome payment."

"I...." Brandon was struck silent, what could he give that could amount to keeping his family safe while he went away to federal prison? All of the fraud and money laundered; the deaths, the madness, the chaos, all those things-all that fun come back to bite him in the ass. Luckily he had a few friends in high places and his sentence reduced to 18 months. Not nearly as long as the first proffer of 18 years that was drastically knocked down to give the right info to the right person who could ensure his safety while locked away. Now he just needed to keep his family safe. "I don't have anything to give you...I have information...I have 100k stashed in an off-shore."

"I don't need your information I already know enough and your fucking petty money won't suffice." August said getting bored and losing interest.

"All I have right now is my family...I don't-"

"Family huh?" August said brow arched and curiosity piqued. "How many sisters do you have?"

"Are you serious?"

"Are you? Do you want them safe or dead? Really doesn't cost me any sleep. You don't have much of shit to offer..." August said letting the fact linger in the air. He watched in sick delight when he saw Brandon resign, he didn't have a choice.

"Three. I have three sisters."

"I'll give you my answer in a week." August said leaving Brandon in dreadful suspense of what he was going to do, and August knew it. He fed off of people's dread and anxiety. Fact was August already knew Brandon and his little tight knit family. He was the oldest of 5, with his 3 sisters and his baby brother coming in 4 years after everyone thought the baby phase was done.

Yes, Mr. Walker was a man of thorough research, and once Brandon crossed his person's of interest file, he did enough research to figure there was benefit to "helping" him. So, August did his norm and got surveillance on everyone in the household. Lo and behold, there was sister #2. The middle girl, the quiet one that was always in the shadows of everyone else. Sister #2 was the heaviest and shortest of the girls and the ladies of the family had something to say daily, and he could see that it hindered her. She was an accountant, even though she fussed about how much she hated math. She was the sweetest of the sisters, and was a bit of a loner, didn't have many friends. She liked to sing and read, and he often shook his head at her choices of literature, if it could be called that. She didn't have a boyfriend, didn't go out much and August honestly wrote her off as prude.

At first he didn't pay much attention to her himself until one night, she'd just gotten out of the shower. Her thick thighs and smooth wet skin made him lick his lips and lean forward a bit. He watched her apply lotion to every inch of her body, and then a big pink toy came out to play. Miss innocent and quiet wasn't so innocent. He watched her quietly glide the pink dildo up and down her pretty fluffy lips, getting herself nice and wet. He chuckled when she could barely get it all the way in, and arched her back for a bit more pressure. He could tell she couldn't get out of her own head for 5 minutes to get the sweet release she needed. He groaned when he realized his pants were constricting his hard cock. He unzipped his pants, letting himself spring free, hard and throbbing as he watched her quietly toying with herself. He stroked himself matching the pace of her toy. He wanted to taste her, to stretch her until she couldn't help but scream. 'Such a beautiful tormented sight' he thought his hand speeding up with hers. She was getting close, he could see it in her face. Faster and faster he watched her go and he kept up until she slammed her legs shut, the dildo still vibrating hard on her pulsating clit. His hot cum sprayed on his desk and on the screen where she lay writhing on her bed. Both of them breathless and spent, but not really satisfied. That was the night plans were set into motion, and while Brandon thought it was a decision on a whim, he'd never guess that everything that was happening to him was a big ploy so that everyone got what they wanted.

So, August let Brandon stew in his pity and misery for a week, and he worked- getting everything he needed ready for his new little toy. He called Brandon, knowing he had all the cards in his hand.

"Yeah." Brandon answered. August could hear the the defeat in his voice and an evil grin spread across his face. 'Got him.' He thought to himself.

"Which one is your favorite?" August asked, knowing full and well who he was closest to, who confided in and who he never argued with.

"Fuck man! You can't be serious!" Brandon said tears evident in his voice. "Anyone but her. I will give you my girlfriend-"

"Deals off." August said pretending to leave the call, but before he could, he got the answer he wanted and that evil grin grew.

"Wait! I....you promise, no you swear you will keep her safe?" Brandon asked almost childishly.

"You have my word."

"I...I'll do it."

"I will message you with the coordinates of where to bring the asset. Once the exchange is made consider out agreement official." August finished and hung up

"Okay, I-" he was cut off when he realized the other end was disconnected. He sat there regretting every decision that led him to where he was, but if he could keep everyone safe he'd do what he had to do. "Hey Y/n!" He called up to you. You made your way downstairs smiling.

"Hey brudda!" You said throwing your arms over his shoulders from behind.

"Hey!" He said with a smile. When he turned to face you, you assumed his eyes were red because he was high so you didn't think much of it. "Wanna go out? I got my stash in the car."

"Hell yes! I need to get out of the house."

"Cool, cool. Um..." he said looking around, lost like he was forgetting something.

"Bro??? You good?" You asked a bit concerned. He looked troubled, you knew he had been having work issues but you'd never seen him so disturbed.

"Yeah...just a lot on my mind. That's why we gonna go get the stash!!" He said getting back to his normal self before walking off to his car with you behind him. All you could do was hope everything worked out for him and you hoped you could help cheer him up.  Once you got in he started the ignition and he hesitated before he started driving. He sat for a long time staring out his window, after a minute or so he looked at you and grabbed your hand.

"I love you sis. Don't you ever forget that." He said with tears in his eyes.

"I love you too, but dude...eww??? What the hell is your problem???" You asked almost afraid, but hoping he wasn't hinting at nothing horrible.

"I think Misha is pregnant." He said as if finally giving in and tell you what was up. You bought it too. Your little naive mind was blown and you bought into his lie and deception. You didn't realize the betrayal your brother had placed upon you. Love would take on a brand new meaning as he drove you too the end of your old life.