#if I literally can’t drag anyone out there without kidnapping them

[loptrcoptr]

The farrier I talked to today was like “I have to be honest with you… I’m not totally sold on driving out there, and if I did? I would charge you an unbelievable amount of money, ok? Just so you know”

I appreciate an honest man lmao 😅

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

a lil prompt for the few dp x marvel gremlins around. i see you and ily.

Be Like Danny:

-> get contacted by the X-freaking-Men to try to get you to join their school for mutants

-> say no because you can’t explain that you’re technically not a mutant, just half-dead

-> live a normal (Fenton standard normal) few months afterwards

-> get kidnapped from your own school by evil scientists (that surprisingly are NOT the GIW)

-> escape facility using your sheer wits (being annoying) and ingenious fighting strategies (screaming and blasting)

-> run away across rooftops from the guards hunting you down while being injured (and holy shit are we in new york??)

-> get distracted by trying to spot the empire state building

-> get shot with a tranquilizer by aforementioned guards

-> painfully fall down into an alleyway, without seeing the empire state building (boo)

-> begin passing out but not before you see some red guy with literal horns (satan??) fight off the baddies after you

-> wake up hours later in satan’s lawyer’s (???) office, confused, dazed, and a little scared

-> pretend to still be passed out while desperately thinking up how to explain why guys with guns were chasing you down in the middle of new york without getting dragged off to the police

-> hope for the best

Random Excerpt-

Matt didn’t feel comfortable leaving the tranq’d (and fully knocked out) teen out in an abandoned alley. Very few people would, out here in Hell’s Kitchen. He also didn’t feel like bringing in a potential new problem into his home, so he decided on the next best place: the office.

Needless to say, Foggy was scared near shitless when Matt burst into their office in full Daredevil regalia with an unconscious boy in his arms. In Matt’s defense, Foggy wasn’t supposed to be here. He sent out a small thanks to God that at least Karen was nowhere to be seen. Heard. Semantics.

“Is that a kid? Oh my god, Matty, are you carrying a dead kid around? Is there a dead kid in our office?”

Language, Matt bit back.

Foggy’s heart beat a violent staccato as he followed Matt into their conference room, breathing stuttering when Matt laid the kid down on the table and his head turned limply to the side, his hair softly shuffling against the metal.

“Matt!”

Foggy waved his hands around wildly, the sound fluttering in Matt’s ears. Without a word, he grabbed Foggy’s arm and dragged him out of the room.

“Please keep calling me by my name in front of a stranger,” he hissed out, annoyed.

“In case it may have passed your attention, that stranger is unconscious. Or dead, for all I know! Because you haven’t said a damn word since you slammed your way in here by the way!” Foggy was whisper shouting, staying close to Matt’s side. He could almost see how Foggy’s eyes were wide, if he tried hard enough. Listened closely enough.

“He’s not dead,” he let out before walking to the front door to lock it and make sure no one was around.

There was a light slap sound as Foggy raised his hands in a pointless gesture and brought them against his legs.

“Oh, yeah, that’s reassuring,” he said to himself, but not bothering to hide it. Matt heard him walk back to the conference room. He held back a sigh, ignoring it for the time being. There hadn’t been anyone following them, but he’s been doing this long enough to know that some people knew how to keep their distance well, or even knew how to disguise their heart beats (God forbid the Hand had any involvement in this). They could even have a tracker on the kid.

Taking all of this into consideration, he would rather be safe than sorry. He was standing by the locked door, listening intently for any odd sounds outside the building or on any surrounding roofs. Like the same footsteps going by, feet shuffling as though someone was waiting, heavy breathing, the smell of gunpowder, or the sound of a bullet moving into its chamber.

He waited, hearing no signs. It was one minute before he heard the exact moment Foggy found the kid’s pulse.

“Matt,” he heard Foggy’s voice, a whisper. “He-he’s dead. He- oh my god, I’m going to be sick.

The kid’s pulse, or to anyone checking by regular means, lack thereof.

Matt waited one more second before moving away from the door to save himself from the stench of throw-up.

“I said he’s not dead.”

[gx-gameon]

I have a couple of questions about the bonds beyond time arc of your story and I apologize if you answered these already.

Would Jesse travel with Jaden and join him on the adventure? I feel like Jaden would seek him out after graduating, maybe attend his graduation ceremony to surprise him.

And since the Crystal Beasts and the Rainbow Dragon only allow Jesse(and Jaden) to summon them, would Paradox kidnap Jesse and use his power to obtain the dragon?

Oh I love this.

1) I’m a big fan of Jesse bullying his way into traveling with Jaden.

He came to Duel Academy’s graduation to surprise all his friends (specifically Jaden,) and celebrate. (Jim and Axel do to. I’m also a big believer that these three have a separate group chat because they are the three exchange students who got dragged into all of this. They planed this trip together)

But Jaden isn’t there. The boy skipped his own graduation and took off.

He’s got a head start but Jesse’s never been one to quit and he might have snagged Yugi’s number before the DM cast left after the Dark World fiasco.

He reaches out and figures out where Jaden is heading. They have a few near misses but eventually Jesse catches up. (gap years are super common in Europe so it’s not like Jesse traveling the world with his friend looks weird to anyone from home)

Jaden’s surprised but the addition of Jesse is not unwelcome. After all Jaden basically left to live Jesse’s dream. He’s helping bring duel spirits and humans together. He’s a literal bridge.

The two travel together have adventures and checking in with Jaden’s family. They are thrilled that Jesse is with him. They were worried about Jaden being ‘alone’ in foreign countries. Yes he has his duel spirits but it’s different walking around by yourself vs walking around with a group. They know Jaden can handle himself but they are over protective parents

They do stop at domino (the tournament arc. Or maybe that’s where they meet up again I’m still playing with ideas)

But eventually Paradox arrives and steals Cyber End Dragon. Zane and Syrus call Jaden about it and the two start looking for it. But the Dragon finds them first.

Now your second idea…..

I love this. I never thought about him needing Jesse to summon Rainbow dragon. I think in cannon he steals it the same way he does Stardust where he traps the spirit in a different card, therefore severing the connection with the original owner.

But let’s say that’s not how it works.

I’m a big believer that Jesse could learn to be a physic duelist (Chazz to but we will talk about him another day)

Jesse can see spirits and has a strong connection to his cards to the point where he calls them family and they allow no one else to use them without either Jesse’s permission or corruption.

With training Jesse could absolutely bring them into the real world. It will take time but he can learn.

Note: I think when he and Jaden reunite and are hanging out Ruby appears and Jesse’s petting the spirit but he can’t truly feel it you know. And Jaden just goes “may I” and brushes his hand against Ruby bringing her into their dimension. Ruby is thrilled!! It’s cuddle time. Jesse is shocked. One Ruby is here! But two he felt Jaden’s power in his own soul when he brought Ruby through. Jesse’s so close with his cards they are a part of him and when Jaden used his own power (his ba) to bring Ruby (Jesse’s ka) into their world, he quite literally touched a part of Jesse’s soul. Jesse wants to learn how to do this as well, but there is also just something so special about Jaden bringing his family into this world. The gentle feeling of Jaden’s powers washing over Jesse’s soul as he draws the spirits through.

Back on topic!!!

So let’s say that Paradox steals Rainbow dragon. He probably had to attack Jesse to even get a shot at Rainbow Dragon. He tries to summon it but Rainbow Dragon refuses to appear.

Paradox can’t figure it out until he looks at the beat down but not defeated Jesse and puts two and two together. He hears Jaden running towards them and sicks Stardust on the boy to distract him. He hops on his duel wheel and takes off, straight at Jesse. Grabbing the boy and taking him with him. If the man can time travel he’s got to have some crazy magic or tech and uses either or to drain Jesse energy and uses it to summon Rainbow Dragon to ‘finish’ Jaden off before taking off for Yugi’s time.

Of course Jaden doesn’t die but he’s just watched Jesse get kidnapped again.

It’s a really fun idea. I need to work shop it more before I could be happy with it. But it’s a fun idea. I don’t know if it will be cannon here but it could be a fun oneshot.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

📓

For BNHA I have an All Might/Inko Fake Bitter Divorcees fic that I’m unreasonably fond of.

Effectively what happens is this:

Midoriya goes to the UA Entrance Exam

He has a new Quirk

He has never used this new Quirk in his fucking life

He cannot fucking tell people this fact

This is a foolproof plan nothing will go wrong this will all be FINE

Who’s this blonde boy clapping him on the back what do you mean his Quirk is that he steals Quirks oh fuck oh god wait no

A child

EXPLODES

In the UA entrance exam

(Yes I know Monoma can’t steal OFA because it’s a stockpile quirk but I planned this before they revealed that in canon so let’s all just pretend.)

In an act of stunning teamwork, Midoriya keeps Monoma from bleeding out, some random purple haired guy with a mind control Quirk keeps him calm, and Iida Tenya runs to kidnap Setsuna, a girl who canonically regrows limbs with her Quirk, which Midoriya knew because he met her earlier that day, from the recommendation entrance exam. They manage to keep Monoma alive and regrow his arm and are only slightly horribly traumatized.

The school won’t let them leave until their parents come get them for legal reasons.

THE PROBLEM:

Everyone knows that izukus quirk was the one that made Monoma explode

He didn’t HAVE a quirk this morning

No one here can know that fact

His mom doesn’t know he has a quirk and he CANNOT let her find out like this.

So he frantically texts all might begging him to come get him instead because he cannot tell his mom like this she will have a heart attack and die and he’ll be an orphan, leaving him to succumb to the fate of shonen protagonists everywhere.

Izuku: “you don’t have to call my mom my uh,” completely unrelated adult man who meets me after school every day without parental knowledge or permission because he told me not to tell anyone. you do NOT want to call the police on this man “dad is coming to get me.”

Aizawa: we already called your mom since she was your only emergency contact.

Izuku: ohgodohno.exe

Two parents show up for Izuku.

Izuku does not HAVE two parents.

His mom KNOWS this fact.

Aizawa, who met Small Might at a meeting: … so you must be Midoriya’s father

Toshinori, sweating: … yes

Inko, who knows this is not the father of her child: I—

Izuku: HI DAD

Izuku decides the only way out is through they just have to go with this. He manages to convince his mom through a combination of whispered pleas and facial expressions to not immediately raise the alarm but that combined with the sheer animosity radiating off inko convinces everyone that Inko and Small Might are extremely bitter divorcees who have given up trying to keep it together for the kid and are just fucking at each others throats.

Shinsou is just sort of sitting in the room feeling kind of awkward that he’s a part of this. They forgot he was there.

Inko: my son doesn’t have a quirk

Toshinori: well uh, dear, you know that my side has a history of late bloomers

Inko, with enough acid to dissolve the bones of a fully grown elephant: did I know that sweetheart? Or was I just expected to somehow know that when I walked into this room?

Toshinori: … at least he has his quirk now!

Inko: ONE THAT EXPLODES ARMS?

Toshinori: I’m certain it does other things too

Shinsou, also here: :o

Izuku leverages the awkwardness to dragging his “parents” away for a family meeting in the bathroom wherein 1) they all come clean about the entire OFA business and 2) they decide that they have to just commit to the story that Izuku is all mights child and inko is his angry ex wife because if anyone ever does find out about the connection between them “I inherited his Quirk because I’m his literal biological son” is a lot better for them all than “I inherited his Quirk because it’s a highly secretive transferable quirk from the dawn of superheroes that has grown to be the most powerful quirk in history that you may be able to have too if you torture me into giving it to you.”

Also Featuring:

Shinsou, plagued by knowledge of All Mights torrid family life, because he accidentally walked in on their family meeting while all might was still in his powered form. He did not want to know these secrets. He will not be sharing them. Please go away and let him go back to not knowing things.

Iida, Shinsou, and Izuku friendship pre UA accidentally discovering the past users way sooner because shinsous practicing his Quirk on Izuku and Izukus like “hey who are those eight shadowy figures who watch me from the dark when you use your quirk on me” and shinsous like “the fucking what.”

However they conclude that izukus obviously extremely haunted and has eight angry ghosts living in his bones that they must find a way to exorcise or appease. This is in no small part because the past users are hazing the newbie. It’s okay Iida is extremely productive they will start with exorcisms from all major religions and go from there

(Iida: well if you couldn't manage it here then I don't see what "going to the Vatican" will do--I, sir, sir. If you're going to be uncouth then I'm going to have to block your number. Sir you may tell the bishop whatever you please--I--good day sir *hanging up* the nerve of some people. The Catholic Church was a wash but I’ve made contact with a Taoist Fashi for the upcoming week)

Meanwhile Inko and All Might are trying to gaslight select people in their lives into believing they were married to each other when they absolutely were not married to each other. It has varying success.

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

I’ve said before that I hate when the numpties line is treated like a funny catchphrase or lighthearted joke (I don’t get the appeal of the line tbh, it’s not even catchy, doesn’t roll off the tongue easy etc) and that I don’t think the book is encouraging the readers to make light of Baz’s situation with it either (if it was, it would be huge fucking point against it). The point is that it is saying something about Fiona and even about Baz and their dynamic. The point is that it is specifically Fiona’s type of “humor.” It’s not Baz’s. It’s not his type self-depreciating/self-hating humor. Even at his meanest and absolute worst, Baz is still softer and more emotionally intelligent than Fiona, and this is a moment of his life that he can’t never face directly, even though he’s usually one to think (and overthink).

I’ve never thought about reclamation in this context until someone else said it – I think there’s a delicate and complicated conversation about reclaiming something an abusive person in your life says or does vs just internalizing abuse that I’m frankly not feeling fully equipped to expand on, but my instincts tell me… it’s not right. For one, this doesn’t work with Baz’s type of humor. Its level of punching down goes further than Baz is ever willing to go – not without immediately regretting it. If we’re talking about throwing it back at Fiona in some way (which I doubt he would, he has grown beyond letting her drag him down to her level) I still don’t think Baz would be repeating it or finding some kind of humor or strength in it.

It’s so specifically Fiona. I can’t see any other character saying it. Malcolm and Daphne would likely find it appalling. Penny can be insensitive, and so can Agatha, but never like this. Neither would ever say something like this, especially not with context. Certainly not Simon (you would probably have to hold him back for him not to start vandalizing that car). Maybe Nico would find it funny, fuck if I know. I don’t think about him enough to call that one. But on top of everything… I’ll admit I’m going by memory here, but while this tracks as “Fiona’s dark, fucked up humour,” I question whether Fiona herself is actually trying to be funny here…. Now that I consider it, I kinda don’t think so.

I think, in her own fucked up way, Fiona is trying to comfort herself. I think she’s trying to retain some semblance of control (doesn’t she repeat it after she’s literally rescued from jail?) because she spent all that time looking for Baz, feeling frustrated and powerless each day that passed without finding him, likely fearing the worst (we could even give her some grace and assume not paying the ransom was because, besides making them seem “weak,” she suspected it wouldn’t have made a difference). She’s punishing Baz for it by sending him to the backseat simply because she can – that’s about control. She had none of it when Baz was missing… It’s likely about trying to feel like she’s in control of the situation again. Even saying deeply unserious shit can be about control and comforting herself, about trying to make it seem as less bad or serious than it is while looking at a Baz who’s in terrible (likely even scary) physical condition. In a way, punishing Baz for his literal kidnapping seems like some sort of fucked up version of grounding a kid because they went off somewhere/disappeared without telling anyone in charge of them anything, wouldn’t answer their phone for no good reason and made you worry the whole day or something. She treats the situation similarly, like Baz has some sort of blame and should have known better (he’s a Pitch and so he shouldn’t have “allowed” himself to be kidnapped, he should have been “stronger” than that or some bullshit). I think this might be coming from a place of real worry and fear, but she’s so emotionally stunted, so fucked up, so in her “punk” bullshit or whatever she does to make herself feel strong, that it comes out in an absolutely horrid and hurtful way. I don’t know. Food for thought I guess.

[bloodiedmedic]

You sound like you dislike Batman. Could that have anything to do with your situation of getting kidnapped and kept captive for so many years with no Dark Knight coming to save you?

Taking a long slow breath Alexis reached into their coat, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one Alexis didn’t speak until after taking a drag off of it. “That’s part of it sure. He’s supposed to be there to help people, and solve crimes, and everything. Even if I put aside my ego you would still think that he would go after Sugiyama Takumi’s group considering that among their various crimes is quite literally organ theft and selling. They aren’t as big as Two-face’s gang or whoever else, but they do some very bad things. However that’s not all of it.” Rolling their cigarette between their fingers for a moment Alexis shook their head.

“I went through medical school all the way to the point I could do my residency. Which yes that means I have my MD, but without completing a residency I don’t have the license to practice medicine freely. That’s not the point though. The point is that I was in the middle of doing my residency when I was abducted. Batman started his work before my residency mind you. Now tell me have you ever been there to see a mother, or father’s reaction to hearing that their teenager or child wont be sleeping for the next three days because of a bad reaction to Fear Toxin unless they are given the right medication? The sounds of the teenager, or child screaming in the next room because they are so lost in the delusions Scarecrow forced on them? What about fifteen people carted through the hospital to the morgue with grins on their faces because Joker thought it’d be funny to dump joker toxin into a soda machine? How about… oh this is a good one. A man who got gut shot, and will never digest his food normally again because when someone who wasn’t even two-face but was inspired by two-face flipped a coin and the man guessed how it’d land wrong?”

Taking a pull at their cigarette there was another deep breath as their lips tightened. “I could go on. Children, teens, adults, elderly. Killed, tortured, traumatized, so on and so forth. It comes, and goes in waves sure but it never improves permanently. There’s just cycles is all. Now you tell me why I should hold anything at all for Batman except disdain at best? He’s the one who has created the dominant ideology for the vigilantes in this town as far as anyone can tell. So he’s why these monsters still walk around using Gotham as a playground. Every single time I look up, and I see the bat signal in the sky it’s not a sign of hope. It’s a sign that nothing has changed, and that nothing will change. After all if it wasn’t for people being afraid of the big bad bat I’m sure a few police officers would have had “accidental discharges” right into the Jokers head and probably a couple other of the rogues. Make no mistake. I hate the police as well. Bunch of corrupt bastards. As the saying goes, ACAB, and that’s that. However Batman is a particular kind of hypocrisy I despise. I’d love to see him do a few rounds on an emergency room floor and see how long he keeps that no killing rule. I don’t care why he refuses to kill. He does more harm than good by ensuring the continuation of the monsters returning to the playground. Some of us monsters can’t be fixed, and some of us should just be put down.”

[piperjistic]

ANOTHER REASON….

Why I Love Tangled’s 3rd Act/Tangled in general

Tangled. Everyone loves it. Your parents, grandparents, kid, grandkids, you, dead reader. So do I obvious. We all now the story. Mother Gothel steals Rapunzel as a baby, raises her, manipulates her for her youth and commit other crimes. Pascal the best boi chameleon lives as the girl’s only friend (in secret). Flynn accidentally finds the tower and travels with Punzie in exchange of his satchel (I just realized this movie was also responsible for my love of satchels. Lol). They fall in love and Rapunzel discovers the world. There was an adjustment period but she’s going alright. Eventually she fulfills her dream to see the lanterns. Of course, Mother Gothel can’t dissipate from their lives without a fight so she uses Flynn’s ex-bandit partners to take out Flynn and get Rapunzel to herself, dragging her back to the tower. Flynn gets rescued from prison by his ex-horse enemy Max and rescues Rapunzel, before being save by Punzie himself. Quick summary goes brrr.

Usually in animated movies, books or in general (like romance) there’s a “Third Act Breakup” between characters and their relationships, romantic, platonic or whatever. It’s used to cement a fact, relationship and/or a lesson learned, closing up any loose ends and ties the narrative into a neat bow that’ll allow the viewer to imagine the “happily ever after”.

Why do I praise Tangled specifically?

Tangled does this naturally, no extra drama or bs for the sake of it, naturally.

Not only naturally, it does it subtly. I never noticed that until I thought about it the other day (a year ago). I never see anyone talking about it but that’s because it was never big deal, which is the point.

Why did it work so well? Another character actively and physically put a wedge between the two characters by pulling on their weaknesses and/or flaws. The break up was actively built up by driving force in the movie.

Before diving into the scenes of said break up, let’s talk about the character who made it happen: Mother Gothel.

She’s the abusive manipulative woman that kidnapped Rapunzel and pretended to be her mother. She just wants to stay young and beautiful forever and used Rapunzel’s magic hair to do so. However said magic hair can’t be cut or it loses its power so they only way Gothel can use its power is keeping her alive & hidden from everyone.

Mother Gothel found Rupunzel gone from the tower once she notices the Max, a guard horse, and throughout the movie is stalking her. She comes across the Snuggly Duckling and watches. She sees Punzie singing and dancing and the thief in the poster. By the end, she waits to catch Flynn and Rapunzel, yet that’s not who appears at the exit. It’s Flynn’s ex-partners, one’s he betrayed. An opportunity. She makes a deal with them, revenge and money. They find them by the campfire. She tried to reason with her with no avail. So she uses force and manipulation.

It’s after Rapunzel’s day of discovery, after celebration, their song of love and dreams, after all that, they wait on the mainland for them to return. She sends the twins to do the dirty work of getting rid of Flynn and then strikes, betraying the twins double-fold by knocking them out and somehow flagged attention for them to be arrested as well (something I inferred). This leaves her with what she wants, the sun flower that can keep her young and beautiful forever; oh, and Rapunzel too.

It’s the culmination from all her actions and weaving that allows for the “break up” to happen without extra unnecessary drama or need to test their relationship. Even though Flynn rode out of prison to her, he would want to get out of there regardless because he was going to be fucking hanged. Mother Gothel was the literal wedge between them waiting to separate them and is the driving antagonist force. (Hence why she’s a good antagonist.) Plus Rupunzel rised up against that hag and it was glorious~ well until she got tied up-- BUT ANYWAYS.

It’s also a great way on how to do “Third Act Breakups” as unnecessary as they are or can be.

TL;DR: The 3rd act break up was perfect because Mother Gothel, the driving antagonist, built up to it by causing it through manipulation and utilizing the main characters weak spots/issues.

[thranduel]

they wanted mike and el to be together? fine.

they wanted them to have a relationship where they constantly lie and can't be themselves with each other? fine.

they wanted to introduce a storyline where they argue because mike can't say he loves her? fine.

they wanted mike to end up saying he loves her during a monologue? fine.

they could've easily done all of this WITHOUT involving will and messing with his feelings, but they didn't.

they could’ve avoided making will be in love with mike since the beginning, but they didn’t.

they could've given will a different love interest (and i mean a proper, well-developed character who was introduced a long time ago, not some random person in the last season that we barely know) and let him have at least one moment of peace and happiness while being in love, but they didn't.

they could've made mike and el sort out their own relationship problems themselves and actually communicate with each other properly and have a healthy relationship instead of constantly lying to each other, but they didn't.

they could’ve avoided using a gay child’s feelings and heartbreak to push another ship back together, but they didn’t.

they could’ve avoided including will in EVERY single mike and el scene (except their big fight in 4x03), but they didn’t.

they could've made it 100% clear that byler wasn’t happening instead of keeping it ambiguous with so many unanswered questions, hyping it up and teasing it, dragging it out and giving people hope, but they didn't. (and no, mike telling el he loved her doesn’t confirm that byler can’t happen. he lied throughout the entire monologue and only said it because of will’s confession and painting and because he was under pressure and trying to save her. will put a false image of el into mike’s head and convinced him that she needed him and that he doesn’t make her feel like a mistake, but we know that isn’t true. el literally told mike she felt like a monster because of him just a few episodes ago during their big fight when he couldn’t even tell her he loved her while she was crying. then she made the decision to leave him even though owens warned her she might not see him again. el doesn’t need mike, will does. will was talking about himself the entire time in that scene. that’s why mike needs to find out the painting and monologue was from will because it’ll change everything).

they've already done too much now and they can't just suddenly go back and say "haha so we just took advantage of a gay character’s suffering for extra drama and used his feelings for mike as a plot device and turned him into a couple's therapist for mike and el. but guess what? he's going to end up lonely and suffer again, like he does every season, instead of ending up happy with the boy he’s loved for most of his life". nope. absolutely not.

they chose to involve a young gay child who has been suffering his entire life after being abused, bullied, outcasted, excluded, kidnapped and possessed. they chose to make will be in love with mike from the very BEGINNING and then forced him to watch him start dating someone else right in front of him (and to make things worse, mike couldn't even remain a good friend to him?? he completely changed. he started excluding him and pushing him to the side because he can't even be himself with his own girlfriend. this isn't healthy or fair to anyone involved). then they chose to introduce will's love for mike directly in season 4 with will's car monologue, the painting and all the other scenes where they're staring at each other with heart eyes. noah has also confirmed will has been in love with mike since the beginning. it's not a little crush. he's not confused. will byers is gay and has been IN LOVE with mike wheeler since the beginning. he even told him that he will ALWAYS need him. they also chose to use will's painting and feelings for mike as a plot device to force mike into telling his own girlfriend he loves her because he couldn't even say it (or write it on paper) when she was crying and begging to hear it. there was no reason to do all of this unless it’s intentional and going to be brought up again.

if this doesn't end up with mike finding out the car monologue and painting was from will so that he ends up realising his own feelings for him AND we find out he was struggling with repressed feelings and internalised homophobia (which would explain his weird behaviour towards will, like not being able to hug him at the airport), then all of this would be so cruel and unnecessary. it would just be horrible writing too because mike has had no character development at all, constantly lies and contradicts himself and has been reduced to el’s boyfriend. it’s also disgusting if they used a gay character’s suffering and heartbreak for “extra drama” and to force another ship back together.

if they wanted mike and el to stay a couple, they should’ve never brought will into this.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, jealousy, sadism, controlling behavior, stalking, disturbing behavior, clinginess, touchiness, mentions of kidnapping, death

I know that there is later on a replacement for those two, I went with the original Upper Moon 6 though.

Upper Moon 6 Hc’s

Daki

🌺Ever the confident and arrogant lady she is, you could say that Daki feels like she is entitled to own her darling which puts her into the case of the possessive Yandere. Mix that in with her controlling behavior and you get a rather unpleasant event unfolding in front of you. The demon demands all of her darling’s attention and affection and it should go unsaid that you only give her what she wants from you. Why would you give your attention anyone else, humans are utterly pathetic and weak, she’s above them and for that the best. Wants you to worship her like the goddess she wants you to see her as, her expectations for you are high and she is willing to force them on you as often as it is needed. If you don’t do as she wants you to do, you’re in dangers of being exposed to her rants and anger. Daki has some sort of twisted and adoring love, it doesn’t stop her from lashing out and throwing childish and bratty tantrums in front of you when you don’t do as she says though.

🌺Monopolizes all of her darling’s time to the point where she drags them to her workplace. She can’t stand the thought of her s/o being without her supervision, whether that is because she doesn’t trust them now and then or other people is up for discussion. You’ll be in either case with her and even the house owner doesn’t get a say in it, not without risking another of Daki’s feared fits of anger. It’s strictly forbidden to interact with you much, you’re isolated in a house full of people because all of them are terrified of Daki’s punishment if she catches someone doing as much as looking at you. The Oiran ends up forcing you to tell her everything about you, no matter how uncomfortable or private the information may be. It is her right and only she gets to know all of those things, you are forbidden to tell it anyone else. Daki is a very touchy person and you’ll soon get to notice that she literally seduces you all of the time with her experience as an Oiran. After her darling knows what she really is, she only seems to become worse in regards of all the above names traits because now you should really be aware of her superiority.

🌺Daki wouldn’t be a jealous type simply because she thinks too low and little of humans and because of her belief that she is better and stronger anyways. Once you are stuck with her in her human disguise all the time, every sane and insane person will automatically stay away because they know how the Oiran is. Sadistic and cruel to everyone who does as much as glancing at you and you get exposed to her punishing and tormenting everyone who takes your attention away from her and it might lead them to avoid others just as much for the sake of keeping them away from the menace that is known as Warabihime. If we’re talking about post-time kidnapping, her s/o never gets to interact with others since they’re stuck in one place with only her and Gyutaro around.

🌺Death is a dismissive thing for her, as a demon she doesn’t know it any other way than killing those in her way. Worst is that she gets rid of anyone who gets on her nerves even a little bit. Her Blood Demon Art is perfect when she is in her human disguise since it acts on her wishes and is able to sneak in spaces people with a normal body wouldn’t be able to fit in. She’s already known as a demise under other people since many people have committed suicide or fled because of her constant bullying. This tradition expands with you in the picture since she is even more sadistic to those who she caught with you. They’ll either get killed from her, end their own life to escape her torture or, if they’re deemed as pretty by her, they’ll get eaten whilst she mocks them and laughs at them for their stupidity.

🌺It is a fate sealed the moment she becomes aware of her growing interest in you, though she struggled through all seven stages of denial at first. A human is nothing more than a toy for her, finding out that you are more than that to her is something she can’t digest properly at first. Daki even tried to end your life, was unable to do so and so her brother was left to endure her crying and the fits she threw about how you were bullying her simply because you lit something inside of her. She’s delusional in her own entitled way. You have to make it up to her by adoring her and dedicate your life to her. Little minx, make up for her feelings by becoming her possession she’ll keep and treat well for all eternity. Away from all eyes where you can only worship and see her. It’ll happen soon, you’ll just wait. She expects you to quickly adjust to the new situation.

🌺You are being degraded to her favorite and precious doll of some sort. Her mania to control your entire life runs deeply, you’ll find yourself out in a position where she picks your clothes, what accessories you wear and what meals you’ll eat for the time you are still a human. It’s only a question of time before she’ll turn you into a demon since she wants to keep you with her for all of her life, secretly enjoys your human weakness for now though. Daki can be a very spoiling individual with the money she earns, though that only counts for the times you actually behave the way she wants you to behave in which case she suddenly becomes very joyful. Beware of her punishment though. She locks you away, doesn’t give you any way to eat, drink or clean yourself and litters your body with harsh bite marks. Her brother is tolerated next to you, even if Daki consumes most of your life for herself. She manipulates her darling on top of that if they blame her for killing people and being a monster, deflecting the guilt from her and accusing her s/o to be the one who didn’t behave.

Gyutaro

🟢He rests inside of his sister most of the time which is somehow funny and creepy to imagine since his sister becomes like this aware of his interest in you. When Daki sees you, she feels her brother suddenly becoming more active and reacting oddly intense and focused. It’s a nuisance to her, especially when her brother demands her to interrupt conversations between you and other people. He should do it himself, she has better things to do and so Gyutaro is left to do exactly that. He’s possessive as pretty much most demons are, though it’s born from different motives. Daki is used to getting what she wants and sees herself as better than others. Gyutaro knows that he looks bizarre and ugly in the eyes of a human and he has never gotten what he wanted. He has only his sister and even if he is irritated by his own feelings at first, as soon as he discovers that he is in love, he decides to never let go. And even if darling will call him a monster and view him as a hideous creature, if he slaughters everyone until only he is left they don’t have much of a choice but to accept him, don’t they?

🟢There is this brief period where he stalks his darling, begrudgingly admitting that they’re in a way rather cute, even if they’re also incredibly dumb and naive here and there. Gyutaro can’t mix in with the humans which is why he has to resort to Daki sooner than later. She refuses and both end up in an argument, in the end she ends up doing him the favor with lots of anger and mocking words being spewed out. She provides him with information Gyutaro is unable to retrieve himself and Gyutaro finds his obsession only growing because of it, he doesn’t understand it himself. The demon turns out to be interesting case of clingy and touchy himself once he has his s/o successfully in his grip. Affection is something he is not used to receive or give anyone besides his sister, his skills to interact with his darling need some serious practice and yet he seemingly can’t keep his hands away. Maybe because he thinks by forcing his affection on you, you’ll just stop resisting him or maybe because he finds himself enjoying it more than he would like to admit.

🟢Gyutaro is petty and jealous because he’s aware that he looks quite ugly and unnatural. Honestly, he finds himself envying his sister because she at least looks like a human, a beautiful one on top of that. In a way he really is just insecure about his looks because he suspects that it would be a little bit easier to have you adjust to him and the situation if he would look at least normal. There are humans who are good-looking and he loathes it when he sees you turning flustered or bashful when someone attractive gives you a compliment or smile, left to inflict self-harm on himself out of pure frustration. Aren’t you just incredibly superficial? Well, it doesn’t matter anyways. He’ll force you to accept him.

🟢I literally called him the removal type so there isn’t much to say. Every person he sees with his s/o is dead soon after by his own hands. Humans and their death have no meaning to him, he despises humans and that hatred only grows when his s/o becomes involved. You don’t have the right to cry though since it is your fault. Why do you have to be so difficult? Why do you have to be so eager to constantly annoy him by spending time with others? Are you mocking him on purpose or what? The problem is solved a bit when he abducts you since he can’t get mad over you spending time with others and smiling at them. You are still aware of the people he kills because differently than Daki he doesn’t intend to look pretty when with you, he comes sometimes back covered in blood and even eats his meals in front of you.

🟢It happens even quicker than with his sister because he doesn’t have the luxury to rely on his charms and looks. Gyutaro is aware of his ugly appearance all too much and is probably even paranoid whenever you are around handsome and attractive citizens. He tries to be gentle, can become annoyed very easily and you’ll most likely end up with a few scratches and a prominent goose egg on your head due to him not being able to regulate his strength. It’s such a spontaneous act as well and his sister was left flabbergasted when he told her what he did. She has to go along with him though, Gyutaro is stubborn and dense and even ready to threaten and scare his sister if she insults you.

🟢At his core, Gyutaro really just wants to be accepted by his darling. The way he expresses it is questionable though due to his creepy and disturbing behavior. Whenever you hurt yourself and bleed, he licks the blood and he seems to have a thing for sniffing you. His temper is not to be underestimated either and similar to Daki, he isn’t above spewing hurtful words and insults at you if you got on his nerves too much or scratched his self-confidence. He calls you stupid, dumb, weak and helpless and it might happen that he bruises you when he turns violent. Most of the time he disappears for a while to let off some steam before he can seriously harm you since he doesn’t want to damage you. Gyutaro is sadistic as well so he will have his pleasure when he resorts to the punishments where he sinks his teeth deep into your skin and leaves scars for a lifetime. He actually is sort of cautious when his darling starts being kind to him since he doesn’t believe it to be genuine and instead views it as a way to trick him, due to his sour personality darling needs a good amount of time before he would start to trust them.

[starry-blue-echoes]

I have an au similar to your una sibling au but instead it goes like this

Giornos mom just abandons him after moving to italy and donatella finds him. Despite already struggling to raise one child on her own like hell is she just gonna leave this child, so giorno get adopted by her.

Girono and trish are raised side by side, trish knows about giornos stand but cant see GE and while giorno can see him he doesnt know what stands are and they believe Gold to be some kind of spirit. When thier mother gets sick Gio tries to heal her with his stand but outside of being able to alleviate her pain she is still dying.

When she dies trish and giorno are both devastated and then suddenly these strange men come to take trish away. Oh hell no. Gio insists that they have to take both of them. The gang knows Trish is the bosses daughter and they have no clue who gio is so they refuse to take him.

When they try to take trish by force. Gio reveals his stand and fights them almost killing bruno. So the relent and they take gio with them. So now trish has the body guard team plus an extremely protective brother.

(Gios personality is a bit different than canon Since he was mostly raised by donna who always loved and supported him he is a bit more social and in the beginning since he doesnt like or trust brunos team he is very aggressive towards them. (He eventually get close to them, surprisingly nara was the first to get his favor)He wanted to kill the boss since he tried to kill his sister. It true he doesnt like drug trade but he hadnt really considering the mafia route)

Y e s s s s s s s s

Just. Giorno being absolutely F E R A L in this AU. He is not going to let anyone harm a single hair on Trish’s head, he doesn’t give a fuck about who they are or what gang they’re a part of, he’s going to show them just how creative he can get with his Stand

and if Donatella just. Kinda picked him up, it would make sense for the members of Passione sent over to not fully know who he is because from a legal and “official” stand point, he would have no ties whatsoever to Donatella.

The people coming for Trish are going to be in for a big surprise when they find a very pissed off blonde child ready to beat the shit out of them.

And…… honestly I can see this going two ways. Both with Passione caving into Gio’s demands. Because they either fight and 1) realize they can’t actually beat this kid and let him come along or 2) Giorno sets up a massive forest around their house so the people literally can’t get anywhere close without setting off the Damage Reflection aspect of Golden Experience and they let him come along after that

Or who knows. Maybe both.

And what if through all of it….. nobody has any fucking idea who this blonde kid is. The know his name is Giorno, he has a very powerful Stand and he’s really really protective of Trish, and that’s kinda it. They don’t know if he’s a lover, a sibling, a really close friend or anything else, and Gio sure as hell ain’t telling

There’s also the whole aspect of Giorno being protective because by all means….. these people just fucking kidnapped him and his sister. He has no idea who they are, just that Trish’s dad is apparently a mafia boss and wants to meet her. Gio however thinks this is sus as fuck and no way in hell is he letting her get dragged off to meet this random guy by herself, so you bet he’s going to join Bucciarati and Trish on the island

As for a name to tag the AU….. how about Golden Guardian

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

[hansensgirl]

i’m in the water.

summary. | He’s in the wind, and you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.

warnings. | non/dubcon, smut, angst, protectiveness, kidnapping (implied), stockholm syndrome, obsessiveness, death/violence, dark themes, DDLG undertones, creampie kink, choking, piss kink (both pee), degradation, pet play undertones, p in v sex, Master kink, dacryphilia, crawling, slapping, hair pulling, face fucking, boot riding, orgasm denial, spitting, gagging, manhandling, praise, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 8.5k

pairings. | Dark!Winter Soldier x Naive!Reader.

a/n. | please heed the warnings! i hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. they’re both very hydrated! this takes place in the 90’s! thank you so much @asadmarveltrashbag and @mypoisonedvine for proof reading for me ilysm!!

From the day you were born, you always felt as though your legs are broken. Always needing crutches throughout your life to hold you up, always needing support. But you never really had these crutches, so you'd always drag your hands against the brick walls to support yourself. Vulnerable, breaking away at the edges, falling down. Nothing kind ever came, and it stays the same for a while.

So maybe that’s why you lean into his icy cold touch. So abrasive and yet so caring. His aspects are juxtaposed to each other, just like in those Magritte paintings your art teacher would show you. She was always a kind lady, but you don’t care enough about her to wonder where she is in life now. She was kind to you, though, so you hope that she isn’t suffering like you are.

Your goosebumps raise for the fifth time in this painfully slow hour.

“Are you cold, кролик?” he asks even though he knows the answer. You hum. You always do. Your voice doesn’t raise in an affirmation. It stays flat; he knows what that means. “Thinking again?” he gruffly presses, squeezes your bare arms. The thin, grey shirt with torn sleeves does nothing to protect your body. But why do you ask for protection against the man who has done everything for you?

“Why… Why do people believe that grey is a boring colour?” you ask him, looking around the dark cell that surrounds you. Soldat grunts, not knowing what to say. “I think it’s quite beautiful. All colours have different shades, yes, but there’s something about grey. Each shade comes with a different emotion. Don’t you think so?” you ask him, looking down to your lap.

A carrot toy sits there. It’s filled with cotton balls from the medical room, by his request. “Yes…” He bites the tip of his tongue, not sure what to say because the Soldat only has a few emotions and a few words. “Why can’t we get a different wall colour?” you question him, turning around to face the man.

“It’s not allowed,” he reminds you. You feel like you’re experiencing déjà-vu, but then again, the days have blurred together so well that you can’t tell if the tape is being put on rewind already. You have to assume that your celluloid scenes are fading away along with your sanity. It’s torn at the seams. Threads hanging that just need to be ripped or cut out.

“Beige would look lovely…” you point out solemnly. The Soldat doesn’t know what shade of beige you’re thinking of, but he believes it would be beautiful nonetheless. “I… have a mission,” he tells you after a while. You hum in that same monotonous tone again, so he squeezes your arm even tighter. “When, Master?” you curiously ask, only now taking in his words.

“Tonight. Approximately at twenty-one hours,” he informs you in that mechanic voice of his that you hate. It makes you feel more trapped and vulnerable, even though there’s quite literally a chip in the back of your neck. “How long?” you ask him softly, a frown already beginning to display itself on your face.

He doesn’t like it when you frown. He prefers the lines that your smile provides over the lines your frown forces. That innocent glint in your eyes shines a bit, flickering like a dull light on the verge of completely blowing. Though it’s not much, it’s still something. And when it goes away, his entire being is filled with darkness.

You’re the light of his life, the fire of his loins.

“Not sure. Extraction of information. Senators and mayors…” He begins to ramble, and you shake your head. “Sorry, кролик,” he apologizes as he notices how uncomfortable you’re starting to get. You hum again. He wonders if you were a bird in your past life, perhaps a hummingbird, to be more exact. Or maybe even a swan or a dove because you’re just as beautiful as they are, if not more.

“You know how to behave, right? Потому что ты мой хороший маленький кролик?” he asks, and you don’t understand the second question, but you understand the former. “I know, Master,” you breathe, an airy ending to your words. “You’ll be good, кролик?” he questions one more time, and you lazily nod. You’re tired. Your body moves at a drowsy pace, and you don’t like it.

You don’t want to sleep, though. Scared that if you shut your eyes for too long, the monsters will come back, and Soldat won’t be able to save you. He always saves you. You’re his damsel, constantly in distress, locked away in a gilded cage. But he tells you it’s not a gilded cage. It’s not a run-down cell built in the fifties. It’s your home, even though you haven’t known what home is like for a while.

“I’ll always be good for you, Master. Please don’t leave for long. I get lonely easily,” you express in small bits of sadness and distress. “I know, кролик, я знаю,” Soldat says as he hugs you closer. You tilt your head backwards and let it lull on his shoulder. “I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he promises, and you know it’s not true because he never fulfills it. “But my carrot can’t keep me company for all those hours… Please stay? Please?” you plead with tears welling in your eyes.

“Я могу составить ей хорошую компанию,” the soldier standing outside the cell mutters under his breath, earning a few snickers from his coworkers. I can keep her in good company, is what he said. And it’s truly unfortunate that the guards have forgotten that the Soldat — the Asset — has super-hearing. Their laughter dies down into sighs, and Winter’s chest begins to heave.

He puffs up like the big bad wolf he is, and he tosses you to the side like a rag doll. You watch him as he strides his way over to the guards. Each step carries the weight of the Winter Soldier, the one who’s ready to kill whoever is in his sight. Except for you. His bionic hand reaches through the metal bars that separate him from the outside world.

He wraps his fingers around the guard’s neck, and he squeezes his throat tightly. As Winter crushes the guard’s windpipe, you watch him behind slightly squinted eyelids. Tears blur your eyesight, and you remember that time when you were holding off the tears so well, you couldn't see the HYDRA van driving ahead of you.

Maybe if you could control your emotions a little better, you wouldn’t be here.

But then again, where would you be without the Soldat? Miserable, stuck in the worst parts of town without anyone. Having to drag your hands across those brick walls, again and again. Surviving on your own, teetering on the edge of death. Just like these men at the hands of the Soldat.

The crunching of bones and the screams of men are all blocked out for you. You focus on Soldat’s arm whirring in the most satisfying harmony you’ve heard in the past two years. Other than the orchestra you both have managed to make almost every day. But you still cup your hands over your ears.

Winter pulls a knife from the guard’s limp body. That very same knife ends up inside his heart, stopping it from pumping. The guards begin shooting at Winter, but he easily shields himself with the metal arm. It goes silent, but you keep your hands over your ears. Muffled talking steps in place of the silence, and you look up to see members of HYDRA staring at your Winter and you.

“Солдат, Что ты натворил?” One of the head agents asks. You believe his name is Vasily Karpov because that is what Winter has told you. “The… The guard said something about my кролик. He’s not supposed to,” Winter explains, looking to the ground. Karpov mutters a chain of curse words under his breath that you’re not too happy about. One of the other agents asks him to speak up, and he snaps.

“Just get him to the armoury! We need to prep him,” he shouts before stalking away from the scene. They all stick around a few more seconds before scurrying off like little mice. The dead bodies still lay on the floor, but nobody seems to really care. What’s happened has happened, and there’s no changing it.

“Привести с собой солдата!” A rough voice blasts through the intercoms, and suddenly, more guards show up at your cell. You curl up into a ball and rest your forehead against your knees. You can’t bear to watch them take him away. You wait until the cell door swings shut, and then men stomp away. But even then, you cannot look up.

Bring the Soldat.

He wears that mask of his. The last time you saw it, it was caked with dirt and blood. You can hear his hard breathing behind it, almost sounding as though he’s just run a marathon. He sits in the edge of the cot — the left corner, to be exact — and he watches you. The Soldat states as you look down at the array of snacks he’s provided you with.

“Kролик,” Winter gruffly calls, and you turn around. You hum and your voice raises at the end. You haven’t done that in a while, so it startles him a bit. “Which one?” he asks, stretching his neck out just a bit to see what snack you’ve chosen. “N… Not sure,” you shyly whisper, ducking your head down in fear.

“Green one,” he says after a while, and you place your hand on it. “I don’t know what it is?” you confusingly say. The Russian text on it confuses you, so you hand it to Winter. “ Sour Patch Kids…” Winter reads out loud, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. “Oh, I like those!” you eagerly cheer, sitting up on your knees. You turn around and reach your hand out for him to give them to you.

They’ve wiped him. You know it, and you hate it. They’ve taken all emotion away from him, and now he’s just an empty shell of a man. His softness from just a few hours ago has now gone away, and you don’t know what to expect of himself. But then again, you never do.

Hesitatingly, he hands it over. “Don’t eat now. Sugar will keep you up,” he warns, and you nod. Your father would say the same thing when you were younger. The only difference is that your father had more love in his voice than Winter ever will. “We need to go over the rules,” he speaks up after a few seconds. You hum again, and he continues. “Do you remember your rules?” Winter asks, and you hum once more.

“Кролик,” he growls, and you look up. “Do you need me to repeat the rules?” Winter questions and you shake your head in objection. He doesn’t listen, though, because he knows you don’t remember them. You never seem to remember the big, important parts of the puzzle. Only the small corner pieces that don’t really matter. “I’ll tell you them anyway, and you’re going to listen to every word I say. Understood, кролик?” he raises his eyebrow, not leaving any room for protesting.

You gulp thickly and nod. “Don’t make any noises, don’t touch yourself, don’t talk to the guards, don’t let anyone touch you, don’t hurt yourself and don’t even think of escaping,” he lists, and the last one makes tears sting your eyes. “I won’t escape. ‘S not like I can even do anything in here,” you whisper under your breath, and he stands up. Metal fingers grip your chin tightly, and Winter slowly kneels down in front of you.

You’re watched like a pet. You always have been. Not even a pet, more like a possession. Seen as an object with no feelings and no emotions. As though you don’t have a heart that pumps crimson blood and lungs that expand with each breath you take. “Don’t ever speak like that again. I can easily stitch those pretty lips of yours shut, кролик,” he threatens, and you feel your tears beginning to leak.

No, no, no, no, no. Not now.

He laughs. He fucking laughs, and you want to cry even more because you need him. You need your support, but he doesn’t want to give it to you. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. “You’re so fucking… precious. Especially when you shed those tears of yours,” he tells you with a hidden smile behind his mask. He squeezes your jaw even tighter, and you whimper out a small ‘thank you, Master’ to him.

“I wasn’t finished listing the rules, so keep your fly shut,” Winter sneers, and you nod your head slowly. “When I get back, which will be in around three hours, you have to finish drinking all those bottles of water,” he stays, snapping his fingers to grab your attention. Your eyes follow those very same fingers as they point at the four bottles of water sitting by the bed.

You never noticed them until just now. “Oh, and you can’t go to the bathroom until I say so,” he adds with a slight humorous chuckle to his voice. Your eyeballs nearly fall out of their sockets. “Don’t worry, кролик, I’ll be back so quickly, it’ll feel like a few minutes,” he promises, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. It reminds you of when you were young, and your parents would take you to the beach.

Your parents would build sandcastles with you until they got tired. You would beg your father to piggyback you into the sea, and he would do exactly that. Your mother would carry her disposable camera with her just to take photos that would end up in the green photo album from the thrift store.

And when you got a bit older, you’d go by yourself—older in the sense that you have to start paying the bus fare of $3. You’d head to the beach after dinner and before your parents came home from work. The sky would either be a dark, dark grey or a lovely mix of pastels. The water would wash beneath your feet, pulling and loosening clumps of sand.

Taking it away the same manner Winter took your innocence.

“And remember, if you break any of these rules, I’ll know. And the outcome won’t be as pretty as your face or that pussy of yours, кролик,” Soldat warns, and you nod your head. “Yes, Master,” you shyly say to him. You want to look down at the concrete flooring so badly, but his iron-clad grip on you doesn’t loosen until a minute after your words. He looks down at you, and you look away. His strong gaze is just as powerful as the summer sun that would beat down on your skin.

“Прощай, кролик.”

You never realized how thirsty you were until just now. You’ve finished all four bottles in the span of two hours, and now you’re counting down the minutes until Soldat arrives. There are no guards standing outside your cell, so you’re all alone. Not even your intrusive thoughts have visited, and you wonder if the water was spiked.

You were never that good at telling time. It would always take you a few seconds to find the minute hand and the hour hand. But the digital clock that is on the wall across from your cell is quite helpful. It even has seconds on it, too. So you count down out loud, trying to ignore the full feeling in your stomach.

Stomping echoes down the hallways, and you don’t know if he’s close by or meters away from you. You never could tell. Russian words fall off the agents’ tongues, and sometimes you wish you could understand them. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel like such an outsider even though you’re trapped in their home. “Ты свободен, солдат,” one of the agents say, and you can hear Winter grunt.

You’re free to go, Soldat.

His big, heavy feet stomp down the hallway. The sounds bounce off the greyish-green walls, stained with different things such as blood and dirt. You can hear his metal arm whirring, and your heart jumps with fear. You’re not scared of him; you’re scared of what he’s capable of.

Oh, who are you kidding? You’re terrified of him.

The guards open up the cell door, and you look up, locking eyes with his. They’re dark and empty as they usually are. “Кролик,” he growls, and you whimper. You run up to him and hug him, feeling the water slosh inside of you. You slow your breathing down the same way your elementary school nurse told you to when you were younger and try your hardest not to throw up.

“Missed me, hm?” Winter questions and you nod meekly. Though you didn’t want to admit it two years ago, you do now. “Missed you lots, Master,” you tell him. The leather is cold against your warm skin. If you focus just a bit more, you could feel the creases of the fabric as well. But you’re too busy with him, so you ignore it. “W- Was the mission good, Master?” you nervously ask him, only out of curiosity and nothing more.

“As always. Were you good, кролик?” Soldat questions in return, rightfully so. You nod eagerly and fiddle with your fingers behind his back. He acts like he can’t feel it, just for you not to stop hugging him. “Good girl… You seem like you want something. Out with it,” he orders, and you gulp in fear.

“I… I was wondering if I could go to the bathroom,” you meekly tell Winter, looking down to the ground. His boots are shiny and polished. Cleaner than anything you’ve seen before, and it’s confusing. He usually comes in covered with dirt, sweat, tears and blood. “You need to go to the bathroom, кролик?” he asks as if he didn’t hear you beforehand.

You shyly nod and unwrap your arms from around his broad torso. You wonder if he left the mission unscathed or not. Winter chuckles. It’s breathy, airy, sly and dark. “Aw, кролик, you’re adorable, the cutest кролик of them all. It’s too bad I’m not going to let you,” he sneers in that faux fantasy tone of his. You furrow your eyebrows and so desperately want to beg him, but it’s out of line, and he never asked, so you stay quiet.

Winter grabs your hand and drags you to the cot, reminding you of the way you’d pull your parents to the shore so they can play in the water with you. They’d both laugh before your father would tackle you in the water, and your mother would push him down in retaliation. You’d always resubmerge from the water with a smile on your face and laughter bellowing throughout the beach.

You miss those times.

You let him guide you to the bed you wish wasn’t yours. “What did you do while I was gone, кролик?” Soldat questions, sitting down on the canvas of the bed. You’re placed on his lap, almost as though he’s forcing you to reclaim a throne you need. And it’s true; you need him. His hands fall to your waist, and Winter holds you in place. “I drank all the water as you asked, and I just sat here, Master,” you recount to him, leaving out the parts of the past three hours he doesn’t need to know.

He hums in the same manner as you. “That’s all?” he questions, and you slowly nod your head. “Good, I’d hate to have to punish you this late in the night,” he says, pinching the skin on your torso. You don’t whimper because you’re used to it. He calls it affection, and so do you. Winter’s hands move from your sides to the front of your stomach, caressing you with a bit of pressure being put on your bladder.

You whimper and try to play it off with a cough, but you know deep down he doesn’t buy it. Soldat continues to run his hand against your stomach the same way you’d run across the shore. Slow, wary, yet with care from the ground beneath you. You like to think of the simpler, more happier times. You know if Winter pushes a little harder, you may not be able to control yourself any longer.

The pressure in your bladder grows every few seconds, so you squirm around in his lap. Your weight shifts from his left thigh to his right thigh, over and over, and he knows exactly what’s wrong. “Кролик… Are you feeling all tingly?” he asks you. You nod your head, but you take in his words. Meanings and implications are always lost with you. They fly over your head the same way birds do, and you only see them with someone's direction.

“N- No, Master, I just have to pee really badly…” you clarify to him, and he nods his head in understanding. You smile as a spark of hope lights inside of your heart. “I don’t think you do, кролик, I already told you,” he assures, and you sigh. “I- I know, Master, I’m sorry,” you apologize and drop your head down. “I think you’re having those tingles, кролик, is your little cunt wet?” Soldat questions even though you don’t have to answer.

His hand travels between your legs and to your pussy, cupping it tightly. You whimper and involuntarily grind against his hand. “You’re absolutely soaked, кролик! Were you thinking of me?” he interrogates, and you just go with it. “Y- Yes, Master, was thinking of you all the time,” you whisper to him. He squeezes your cunt tighter and purrs in your ear. “Then why didn’t you tell me beforehand, кролик?” Winter presses, and you feel fear pump through your veins.

“I- I knew you were tired from the mission, so I didn’t want to bother you, Master. I’m sorry, please forgive me!” you plead, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. Your heart sinks to your stomach with each sound he makes, and you want death to take you right here, right now. The Soldat pushes you to the ground, and you fall with a loud ‘thud!’. Your knees hit the concrete hard, and you can feel your old scars open up a bit.

One was from a poor fall at the beach. Your father carried you home, and your mother tried to soothe you. You were only six at the time, but it felt like your world was ending.

Winter’s metal hand grabs your hair and tugs on your locks painfully. You bite back a pained moan as he yanks your head back. It’s not the first time he has nearly given you whiplash. He changes moods faster than anyone you’ve ever met. The Soldat walks around you, and you follow him with your eyes. “It’s okay, кролик. I’m not mad at you. I’m gonna treat you so well; you’re gonna love me even more,” he promises with a dark glint in his eyes.

He wedges his boot between your legs and underneath your cunt. “Get comfy, шлюха,” he orders. You shift yourself a bit, trying to alleviate any aches you feel, but it seems as though he wants you to be uncomfortable. Your pussy rests on his foot, and you wonder what he’s up to. His hand tilts your head to look up at him. You want to look away, just like when you’d look at the bright sun on a hot summer day. It was always too much to look at, but the sight was so captivating you couldn’t turn away.

“You said you wanted to go pee, right, маленькая потаскушка?” he questions, and you confusingly nod. “Then go ahead, do it,” he orders. You gasp, quite loudly, in fact. The reaction doesn’t please your Master, so he yanks on your hair a little tighter. “What’s wrong, сука? I thought that’s what you needed?” he interrogates, and you nod. “Yes, Master, but not like this,” you reason, and he growls. “I give you protection, I give you food, I give you my cum, I give you everything you need. What’s wrong now? Don’t you love me?” Winter asks.

Your heart quite literally breaks in two.

“I do, Master! I love you so much!” you promise, feeling those stupid tears of yours starting to well up. “Then why aren’t you listening to me, you dumb baby? Hm?” he presses, and panic begins to rise in your chest. The tears stream down your face the same way the waves would engulf you at the age of 7. “It’s just uncomfortable, Master, that’s all…” you reason with him. “Well, I don’t care. You’re gonna do it anyway, okay? I thought you were a good bunny for me…” Winter trails off as if he’s lost all hope and cause.

It makes you want to cry even harder.

Sniffling, you wipe your tears and try not to give up. “I am your good bunny, Master. Please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to!�� you beg once again, and he grows weary of your patheticness. Winter bends down, and his flesh hand goes to the front of your flimsy shirt. Thin cotton rips away easily, with barely any strength coming from his behalf. The grey cloth is in two pieces, and he pushes them off your shoulders.

Your nipples harden as soon as the cool air brushes against them. Winter’s hand leaves your head, and you feel alone without his touch. “Seems like you forgot your place, кролик… You don’t get what you want; you get what you deserve. And what you deserve is to be put in your place,” he tells you, and your bones rattle with fear. The sound of a belt clinking and a zipping being pulled down grabs your attention, and you hold back a hearty sigh.

The Soldat stares you down as he throws his belt to the side just like he did you a few hours ago. “I can’t believe you, honestly. Думая, что ты так выше меня, пытаясь помешать мне делать то, что я хочу. After this, you’re going to regret ever talking back to me like that ever again,” he rants under his breath like the mad man he is. Your tears have dried up, but your bottom lip starts to wobble again. He huffs, tired of seeing you cry.

Winter halts his movements and goes to remove his mask, the one thing that’s been hiding that sinister smirk of his. The dark, matte material is clutched between the tips of his cut-up, bruised fingers. He carefully places the mask on your face, covering your mouth and nose. The action shuts you up, just like how he wants. You look up at him without blinking your tears away. You let them fall and soak the mask, staining it with your waterworks.

The Soldat pulls his big, thick cock out of his tactical pants. His cock is as hard as a rock, blooding pumping down to it, and his veins throb on the side of his shaft. Beads of precum drip down from his tip, rolling down his cock. He’s a raging red, desperate to be inside of you. His metal head returns to your head, and he brings you higher up in your knees. Your neck cranes at such a painful angle that the ache in your knees is ignored.

“You better fucking look at me while I teach you your lesson, шлюха,” he warns, and you listen to him easily. Through your haze of pained tears, you manage to look into his eyes. You’re not sure what he wants to do and what he’s going to do. You never do. The Soldat is unpredictable, and even in your two years of knowing him, you’ll never understand how the gears in his mind turn.

“Not so dumb after all, huh,” he chuckles before shaking his head. Winter sighs and smiles down at you. “One last chance, шлюха,” he tells you in a sing-song voice. You don’t say anything, and the Soldat clicks his tongue. Suddenly, instead of the delicious precum, he would usually make you lap up like a kitten, clear streams of warmth hit your chest. You gasp behind the mask, but it comes out as muffled nonsense to him.

“Stop!” you cry out to him, but your words are once again muffled. His pee soaks your chest as he relieves himself from the pressure in his bladder. Your hands bat at his stiff thighs, hitting them just so that he can stop humiliating you and treating you like you’re all but human. Winter growls, and his metal arm drops your head, and he slaps your hands away. His pee covers your tits and drips down your skin, staining you with disgust and humiliation.

The streams soon stop, and you’re sobbing even louder now. “Oh shut it, this isn’t even as bad of a punishment. I’m going easy on you, шлюха, I could easily do worse,” Soldat growls as the slightly tinted liquid drips from the tip and onto the ground. Your chest stutters with sobs, and you can barely breathe. You’re covered and coated like a freshly bought canvas, and Winter’s just ruined you. Almost in the same manner that you’d destroy your father’s canvas with your cheap, dollar store paint.

Winter bends down and grabs what was once your shirt and is now just a piece of cloth. Kind of like how your mother would give you any leftover scraps of fabric to make something for you. She’d never let anything go to waste. He uses it to wipe the drops of urine that still drip from his cock, and then he throws it at you like you mean nothing to him. You let it fall to the ground because there’s no possible way a piece of cloth that was once on your back can fix your honour.

But who are you kidding? You lost your honour the moment you gave into the Soldat, just like you always do.

You stretch your arms out to him, silently pleading for comfort from him. But he shakes his head with a sly smile on his face. “Aw, you want your Master to help you out, мой питомец?” Winter questions, and you eagerly nod your head. His metal hand goes to remove the mask, but he stops as soon as he touches it. “Say please,” he orders with faux sympathy in his voice. “Please, Master,” you beg to him, and he smiles.

Winter places his hand back on the mask and yanks it off of your face. The sides scratch your cheeks a bit, but that’s not what matters. “T- Thank you, Master. I love you so much,” you tell him before struggling to put a smile on your face. At the end of the day, no matter how brutal he is with you, you’ll always love him. ...Right? “You’re welcome, кролик,” he says as he throws the mask to where his belt lies.

Your cheeks are sticky and stained with tears, much like your chest. Winter’s flesh hand cups your left cheeky lightly, and he’s back to being the gentleman who has killed for you on numerous occasions. He wipes away the wetness on your cheek as his other hand goes to his cock, grabbing the base of it. “Say ‘ah,’ моя маленькая шлюшка,” he orders before you can even register his signature Cheshire smirk.

His cock is shoved inside your mouth without any warning. He always does that. No heads up, no preparation, nothing. Zip, zilch, nada. Winter wiggles his foot that’s underneath your cunt, and the sudden friction is startling. He calls you bunny because of this reason. You can get off on anything, and you’re always needy for him. “I can see how wet you are, шлюха. You’re soaking my boot with that little pussy of yours,” he coos.

You don’t realize how wet you are until he points it out. You’re absolutely soaking, and you’re not sure why. But for the utmost incomprehensible reason ever, you don’t care.

His cock slides down your throat until your nose nuzzles against his pubic bone. His balls touch your chin, and your saliva coats his cock thickly. Your throat and side of your kissable mouth both hurt horribly, but you ignore the pain just for him. “You’re my good little bunny, right?” he questions, and you nod while his cock rests on your tongue. “And good little bunnies like you always listen to their Masters, right?” Winter asks, and you nod again.

He smiles. His hand on your cheeks moves to the back of your head slowly, returning to its newfound home. “I bet you want to come, don’t you, кролик?” he interrogates, and he’s not wrong. You really do want to come, and you’re a bit ashamed of it. “Master will let you come, don’t worry. I’m gonna let you have cummies, кролик,” he promises, and you happily giggle around his cock.

“Go on, hump my boot like the little bunny you are,” he pushes, and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. You want to protest so badly, but the memories of what he just did to you freshly flood your mind like the memories from when you were younger. “Are you that stupid that I have to explain how to get yourself off? Or are you just not listening to me, кролик?” he asks in a tone that reminds you of subdued thunder.

You shake your hand and try to move your hips around a bit. Your soaking wet pussy grinds against the leather of Winter’s shoe, and your clit throbs at the feeling. Winter’s cock slides out of your mouth until the fat tip of it is all that’s left, and then he quickly shoves it back in. Your loud gags and his moans fill the room like music. Your loss of oxygen makes you see stars, and you can recall how much your father loved to paint the midnight skies until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Your old toothbrushes would serve as the home of the clouds of dust that the stars would be born from. His fingers would be covered in white paint that would fall off in the water and swirl down the sink. His black t-shirts would have white freckles on them, and your mother would always suggest for him to turn the cloth into a galaxy. He’d always tell her one day, and you’d always remind him of that day whenever you’d catch him painting.

“Fuck, you always do look even prettier with my cock in your mouth, кролик,” he swears, and you smile around his cock. Oh, well, you at least try to smile. You continue to rub yourself against his boot as he uses your throat as he pleases. Your hole drools with want, and your slick gives his shoe a shine that is unmatched by any other substance. The burning, fiery feeling on your clit spreads to your abdomen, and you can feel yourself being brought closer to the edge.

You’re moaning around his thick cock, sending sinful vibrations throughout him. “Fuck, are you gonna come, кролик?” he questions as he feels you hug his leg. You nod around his cock, and he begins to push your head back and forth of his cock, matching your desperate movements. He uses you like a fleshlight, and you’re used to it. “Well, too fucking bad, шлюха, you’re not allowed to come,” he spits, and your hips freeze in place.

“I didn’t say stop, did I? No, I didn’t, continue, шлюха,” he sneers, and you listen to the Soldat. You’re not sure how you’re going to stave off your orgasm, but you’ll do anything for him. You slowly begin to grind your hips back and forth on his boot again, trying to slow your breathing down, and Winter fucks your face sloppily. “Fuck, you want my cum, don’t you, кролик?” he questions, and you squeeze his leg tighter.

Winter pulls his cock out abruptly and pinches the base, staving off his release only for a few seconds. “I said, don’t you want my cum, шлюха?” he asks once again, and you nod. Saliva coats your mouth, and you can barely catch your breath. “I- I really want your cum, Master, please! Please give me your cum,” you plead to him with a ditzy look in your eyes. You wiggle your hips side to side just to give off the impression that you’re getting yourself off.

But you can’t fool the fooler. Nobody can.

“I’m going to give you all my cum, шлюха, and you’re going to take it all like a good girl,” he moans as he shoves his cock back into your mouth. Winter shoves himself deep inside your throat until you can’t take any more of his length. You swallow around his cock, and he moans loudly, swearing in Russian. The words roll off his tongue skillfully, and you feel yourself getting even wetter.

He grabs your head even tighter and bobs your skull up and down his cock a few more times before finally hitting his release. His balls tighten up, and a deep, throaty moan leaves his mouth in the best way ever. Hot, sticky ropes spurt down your throat before you can even register the way he throws his head back. Winter’s long hair spills on the sides of his head as his cum spills down your throat. You have no choice but to swallow, but it’s not like you want to spit his seed out anyways.

Winter lets out a deep moan that goes straight to your core, and his hand pats your head in a praising manner. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises as he slowly pulls his sensitive cock out of your mouth. Your cunt flutters with sensitivity, and you want to come so badly, but you just can’t. The Soldat takes a few steps back, slipping his foot away from your aching pussy. You let out a whimper, and he smiles.

“I’m not done with you, маленький кролик,” he tells you, and your heart flutters. You’ve managed to ignore the building pressure in your bladder, but now it seems to come back stronger. “C- Can I go pee first, Master?” you politely ask him, still on your knees. Even that ache has returned, but it’s the least important thing as of now. He ignores your question as he works on the numerous straps on his battle uniform.

Skillful fingers take off the leather vest he wears, revealing a bulletproof protectant that saves him from certain dangers. “Get on the bed, кролик,” Winter orders as he continues to strip himself. You begin to stand up on your wobbly, scarred legs, but he tuts. “Uh uh, not like that,” he interjects, walking back to you. He pushes you back onto the floor, and you fall with a sob. “On your knees, because that’s what you deserve. Nothing more, шлюха,” he sneers, and you sniffle.

You slowly crawl to the bed. Each time your knees touch the ground, you burn up with both arousal and humiliation. And it’s not like the action is making your need to go to the bathroom any better. The abrupt movement makes the liquid slosh inside you, and you want to burst out in tears, begging Winter to just let you relieve yourself. Your hands have slight scars from your nails, and it reminds you of when your father would encourage you to do the monkey bars.

You’d always try to swing yourself to the end with all your might. But you never could do it. You’d fall down to the ground and leave the park wailing. The scars and blisters on your hand would make your parents so upset, but that never stopped you from wanting to go back and try again. Eventually, you got too old to try, and it would always upset you. Maybe one day you’ll be able to try again— one day.

You hear zippers unzipping and velcro cracking behind you as you get on the bed. The coolness of the sheets is so refreshing against your hot skin. It soothes you for a few seconds, but it eventually loses its worth. You turn around and face him with a sort of dumbfounded look on your face. He fucking loves it; Winter always does. He’s naked, fully naked, and even his signature tactical boots have been discarded.

If you squint, you could see the way your wetness shines on his boot. “Good girl, such as good little bunny,” he praises, and you can feel yourself get flustered. Winter climbs onto the bed, staring you dead in the eyes. He kneels in front of you with a wicked smirk, and he brings his flesh hand up to your throat. You let out a gasp as he squeezes your neck tightly before he leans in closer to you.

The Soldat’s face is just a mere few centimetres away from yours. You can feel each breath that he takes against your skin. His hard cock rests against your sticky chest, and he’s still hard as fuck. “Open your mouth, кролик,” he orders, and you instantly do so. You wait for his cock to be stuffed in your mouth once again, but it never comes. You watch as he puckers his lips up before spitting right by your mouth.

You choke in surprise as his saliva slowly drips into your mouth, landing on your sore tongue. You whimper at the feeling, and Winter has a proud smile on his face. He pulls his head away from yours, in the same manner your father would whenever he’d finish one of his masterpieces. “Swallow it all, кролик, I know you want to,” he orders in a sing-song voice.

You follow his demand obediently. You can’t lie; the sheer act of him spitting in your mouth and forcing you to swallow it makes you even wetter. You’d take anything he gives you. “You’re such a good girl, you know that right?” he questions, and your chest heaves. Winter’s cock twitches against you, and you so desperately want him inside you. But there’s nothing you want more than to go relieve yourself.

His metal hand comes up to your face, and you think he’s going to lovingly hold you. You absolutely adore it when he strokes your cheeks. The Soldat’s thumb touches the soft yet slightly sweaty skin of your face and moves back and forth. Chills run down your spine, and you smile into his touch. He suddenly pulls his hand away, and he strikes you roughly. You let out a cry as your skin stings and prickles from the hit.

He does it again and again until your tears soak his hand. Your cheek is practically numb from the pain. You can feel his cock leaking with cum, and you know that he’s going to fuck you, just like you want him to. “Did you forget your manners?” Winter harshly questions, and you quickly shake your head. “T- Thank you, Master,” you whisper to him, and he smiles.

“Master… Can I please go to the bathroom? Please, it hurts,” you beg to him, but he just shakes his head. “P- Please, Master? I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” you plead to him as your tears run down your face even quicker. He ignores your cries for relief, and he instead slams you onto the bed. Your mind is a mess as he combs on top of you, and the aches you have only get stronger.

The hand that was slapping some sense into you finds a new home on your stomach, right above your swollen bladder. He pushes down on your stomach slightly, and you kick your legs. “Shh, none of that, no, stop it,” he shushes, and you try your hardest to not let go right there and then. “Master knows what you need, okay? And right now, you need my cock, маленький кролик,” he tells you, and you sob.

The hand on your throat moves to his cock, and he grabs his thick base. The veins on the side throb with need, and in one thrust, he bottoms out inside you. You barely have the time to register what’s just happened. The painful stretch of his cock radiates throughout your core, and you dig your nails into the scarred skin of your palms. His tip nudges against your g-spot, and you coat his cock with your wetness.

Winter is buried inside you to the hilt, filling you up to the brim. His swollen, heavy balls rest against your ass, and you both try to get used to the connection. The painful stretch dulls down to an exquisite pleasure, and Winter loves the way your tight cunt gets used to his thick cock. He’s splitting you in two, but he simply does not care. His hand returns back to your throat, and this time, he squeezes the sides of your neck even tighter.

Winter pulls his cock out until his fat tip is the only thing resting inside of your pussy. He slams back into you roughly, and you let out a cry. Your jaw falls slack as the Soldat begins to fuck into your relentlessly. His balls slap against your ass, and your loud, short-lived moans fill the cell that you’ve grown to love. “Fucking hell, кролик, your pussy feels so good,” he growls, slamming into you even harder.

Your tits bounce with every movement he makes. The pleasure sears through your body as Winter hammers against your poor g-spot with each thrust he makes. “Master, please, I need to go really badly,” you beg to him as he continues to fuck you. He shakes his head in objection before pushing down on your stomach even harder. You let out a wail and try to squirm away, but you only worsen things for yourself.

“No, you don’t, кролик. The only thing you need is my cock,” the Soldat tells you, and you upsettingly toss your head back. “No, Master, please, I don’t wanna make a mess,” you reason with him, but he just doesn't seem to want to listen. “I know that, кролик, but you need to listen to me, okay? You don’t need to go; you just need me,” he growls lowly, and you can feel him pushing harder on your bladder.

“No- Wait, Master, please stop pushing on me,” you implore to him as a moan follows your words. Your silky, wet cunt hugs his cock as the tingly feeling in your bladder becomes stronger. You want to cross your legs and stop it from growing, but you can’t. Pressure builds up in your core, and you’re not sure if you’re going to come or if you’re going to make a mess and humiliate yourself.

“Let go, мой тупой ребенок, I know you want to so badly. You can make a mess, do it,” Winter urges, and you shake your head. “No, Master, please stop it,” you cry to him, but he only fucks you harder. One specific thrust hits your cervix, and you yell out in pain before even realizing what’s happened. Warmth trickles down your thighs and onto his cock. You let out a wail as humiliation blossoms from your soul.

Though there’s nobody else watching, you’re still embarrassed. And that wicked smirk on Winter’s face does nothing to help you out. The sound of it makes your back sweat, and you want the ground to open up and take you home. Your urine wets the sheets beneath you, and your tears wet your face. “God, look at you. You finally got what you wanted, and here you are, crying like a fucking brat. You’re so ungrateful. Do you even deserve my cum?” he questions with disgust on his tongue.

You struggle to nod, but you do it anyway. The last thing you need is to have your Master upset with you. “‘M sorry, Master, please forgive me,” you plead to him. You continue to relieve yourself, and he continues to fuck you despite the mess you’re making in his shaft. “Такой грязный, глупый малыш. Ты такой жалкий, ты же знаешь это, да?” he questions even though you only know one simple word of Russian. You moan loudly as you slowly stop making a mess and begin to feel your orgasm building up.

“Aw, are you gonna come, кролик?” Winter asks you in a condescending tone, one that makes you even wetter. The lewd sounds that come from your pussy as just as humiliating as what you’ve just done, but you don’t care. You’re too busy getting fucked stupid. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fill this pussy up with my cum; watch it leak out of you. You always do look prettier when you’re filled up with my cum,” he moans as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Master, ‘m gonna c- come,” you whimper to him, laying in your own piss. “Go ahead, шлюха, come on my cock. You already made a mess on me twice, might as well do it for the third time,” Winter growls, moving the hand that lays on your stomach. He grabs your hips roughly and pulls you closer towards his cock. Hot flames lick at your abdomen as you hit your climax, seeing stars in your vision.

Your reality is warped as you can barely make out the look on Winter’s face. Darkness takes over your vision in the same manner as the clouds would take over the skies on those hot summer days. They would hide the pretty sun for a few minutes, and then they’d leave eventually. Your pussy clamps down on his cock tightly as you coat him with your juices, making him moan.

You wail loudly as you clench around him, making him groan. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” he asks without waiting for an answer. You nod as he fucks you through your orgasm, not even caring about how overstimulated you are. His cock slips in and out of you with ease and his thrusts begin to grow sloppy. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demands, fucking you even slower.

“I- I want your cum really badly, Master. I need it so badly; please fill me up with your cum!” you politely beg to you as you come down from your much-needed high. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so nicely, кролик, you’re gonna beg me to fuck you again,” Winter husks as his balls tighten up. A string of Russian words leave his mouth, and you have to assume that it’s all foul language.

Warm, white ropes of cum paint your walls as he pushes deep inside your cunt while coming. Winter’s blue eyes squeeze shut, and you both moan at the feeling. He fills you up just like he promised, and you bite down on your lips. Everything has dried, and you feel disgusted, so you try to focus on the way his cum pumps inside you. His cock stays inside you, but he doesn’t soften at all, and you know what that means. Winter falls on top of your sticky chest with a sigh, and tears sting your eyes.

Though he says you need him, you wonder if that’s really true.

[angelamajiki]

[ scent - kiribaku ]

PART TWO

CW: a/b/o dynamics, villain duo kiribaku, bullying, sexual harrassment, stalking, kidnapping, hair pulling, dubcon, predator/prey, alpha bakugo, alpha kirishima, omega reader

Scenting was an integral part of any omega’s nest—the scent of a friend, the scent of a family member, the scent of a mate. Your nest had been void of any but your own for quite some time. As an omega, you were as shy as you were rare, a coveted luxury that few could afford to get their hands on. Submerging yourself within in the shadows, you were desperate to hide from anyone who readies to beg, borrow, and steal to obtain an omega mate. Hiding out had been a success until you came home to find two Alpha scents resting comfortably in your nest.

The Alphas who had invaded your space uninvited did not leave their intentions up to the imagination. They were starving, ready to wreck the omega they had set their sights on. How on earth they managed to find you evaded your mind as you attempted to devise a plan to stay hidden. Your quirk could barely help you in this circumstance, so a line of defense was hard to form.

The thought of having been stalked by two very, very strong Alphas did nothing to settle the unease boiling in your gut the next few days. It was better that they try to come to you than you falling victim to them, so you decided to stay put inside your small home. Their scent continued to linger, suffocating you in the one place you were supposed to feel safest. No matter how many times you washed your blankets and stuffies, their stench never seemed to fade in the slightest.

The pair let you know they were nearby as the renewed their scent within your home constantly, always stuck with the smell in the back of your mind. Never letting you know peace, never letting you settle comfortably in your own home. It was maddening you.

As luck were to have it, your heat was creeping up behind you, your panic further spurring it on. Cooping up in the house meant that you only survived on what you already had. To avoid suspicion in the past, you purchased suppressants from numerous pharmacies just hours before you were to settle in your nest for the week. You were afforded no such luxury this time around.

Maybe it would be safe to go to the drugstore just down the alley for them. Maybe not.

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Against your better judgment, you slipped out of your apartment as inconspicuously as you could, dragging yourself down the stairwell of your complex. Their scent had stopped persisting the last 72 hours, so you assumed the Alpha pair had given up and cut their losses. Or they snuffed their scent out to properly hunt you down without detection. It was a gamble to leave to get your suppressants. Take a chance to nab them and postpone your heat, or wait like a sitting duck in your nest for the Alphas to show up and claim you in your moment of weakness.

Slinking into the alleyway, you kept close to yourself while making a beeline to the corner store.

A deep, rumbling chuckle from behind made you falter in your already weakening steps.

“So, our pretty little omega has finally come out to play with us, huh Kats?”

“Sure is, Ei. Looks like she’s a bitch in heat, too. Literally!”

Cackles bounced off the walls of the buildings, piercing your already racing heart. Just a few more steps, and you'd make it into the safety of a public area. A hero would be nearby to help you, right?

“Tch, you ignorin’ your Alphas, little bitch? Guess we’ll have to teach you some respect.”

A rough, blemished hand gripped your forearm and tugged you towards the two men.

“Gentle, man. Poor baby’s in heat, just needs an Alpha to take care of her, huh, sweetheart?”

An even larger hand gripped your hips before sliding down to grab a handful of your slick mound. Peeking up at their wolfish grins, you squealed as you ripped yourself out of their greedy grip and made a mad dash towards the street.

The entire boulevard was empty, not a soul in sight. Not even a business was open!

“Lookin’ for someone, princess? Your Alphas are right here.” The redhead called out to you, taking a leisurely pace to catch up with your frozen figure.

“Everyone’s inside, y’know. A curfew was established due to a couple of villains strollin’ into town. Said to be dangerous. Not to mention devilishly handsome.” The blonde hollered, taking enormous strides towards you. “No one's coming to save you, baby.” He whispered, tickling your ear with his breath. Both men didn't make any attempts to stop you as you dashed off again, tears streaming down your flushed face.

Your body betrayed you as you felt slick dribble down your leggings, sopping your cunt in your underwear. Sweat beaded on your brow as you kept running, or at least attempted to run as your legs shook and stumbled across the pavement. The whoops and hollers of the men penetrated your clouded mind.

Go back to Alphas. Alphas will take care of you. Alphas will claim you.

Katsuki and Eijirou enjoyed taking their time, keeping a leisurely pace as they watched you stumble and sway with glee.

“Ain’t she a cutie, Katsuki? What’re the odds she came out during her heat?” Eijirou sighed dreamily, already feeling his cock swell as the scent of your slick wafting in the air. “Can’t wait to claim her and mark her up. She’ll love our den, don’t you think?”

“Of course she will. Just because we’re villains doesn't mean we're half-assed Alphas to our mate. She just needs to see how well we can provide for her little stuck-up ass.” Grinning widely, Katsuki was equally as hard, palming himself through his pants as they saw you sloppily turn into another alleyway.

Delirious at this point, you fell to the cool concrete, peeling your sweater off while hiding behind a pile of damp boxes. Your body hadn't the strength to keep moving; the fire stoked within was too overwhelming to do anything other than to sit and wait for your Alphas.

Slick gushed out of you at the sound of wolf whistles approaching you. Pressing yourself into the wall, you used the last ounce of your clarity to block out their vulgar catcalls.

“Whew, damn sweetheart. I could smell you a mile away.” Eijirou jeered out as he tugged you out from your hiding spot. “Let me get a taste of my ripe pussy right here.”

Patting your sopping cunt, the man positioned you to face the wall with your ass out on display. Taking a hardened finger, he split the steams of your leggings and panties down the middle, shredding the rest off impatiently.

Katsuki was content to watch from the sidelines as he kept your firmly in place, forcing one of your hands onto his dripping cock. He pressed you into a seating kiss, capturing your moans and cries with his tongue.

Eijirou buried his face in your cunt, sloppily tongue fucking and sucking you while his fingers roughly flicked your clit back and forth. Slick squirt out of you onto his lapping tongue as you worked your hips against his face, desperate for release from the Alpha.

Katsuki held a hand to your throat, squeezing tenderly as he continued with his sloppy kisses and grip on your wrist, which lazily stroked him.

“C’mon, omega. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna come.” The blonde whispered in your ear, biting it with his canines. Gasping, your hand picked up the pace as you moaned loudly and freely into the cool air of the night. Eijirou relished in the way your pussy felt pressed into his face as he gripping your thighs, not letting you move away as he began to suck harshly on your clit.

Incoherent sobs left your drooling mouth as Katsuki gripped your hair in his left fist, biting down hard enough to draw blood all over your neck. Whimpering and groaning, you felt yourself release all over the redhead’s face, legs twitching as he rode out your orgasm. After he was finished with his meal, Eijirou pulled away and licked at the strings of slick connecting his chin to your throbbing pussy.

“That should hold her over until we get back to the den, right?”

“Maybe, she’s in heat, so she won't be satisfied until we knot and claim her. Let’s split.”

Gathering the panting mess that you were in his arms, Katsuki carried you bridal style, not bothering to redress your bare bottom. After your much-needed relief, you drifted off to sleep while drenched in the scent of your new Alphas.

[wonnybun]

Enhypen Imagine (Mostly Heeseung)

- Party with strangers -

All minor members are aged up to 18+

Y/N is also 18+

No smut

Does contain kissing, alcohol consumption, etc.

Your friend dragged you here, saying some guy named Jackson organised “THE. BEST. PARTIES. EVER.” You’d never been to one so you felt it was only normal to go and check it out for yourself. When you walked into the penthouse, you were greeted by a crowd of people making out, talking, drinking, and slowly moving their body's to the beat of the music. The red lighting shone onto their faces creating a blurred, trippy effect. Another flow of lights flew across your face, they came from some big machine hanging at the ceiling. You had forgotten what it was called, but it was cool.

‘You’re here!’ A voice greeted you from your left. Someone you never saw before. ‘Almost forgot to introduce myself.’ He smiles. ‘I’m Jackson.’ The familiar name your bestfriend couldn’t stop mentioning. ‘Ohhh yea, nice to meet you, Mins told me a lot about you.’ He smiles again, flashing his teeth. ‘I’m sure she gave you a good idea of what my parties are like then, so well..., enjoy yourself. Make yourself at home and stay as long as you want, people usually stay untill morning so don’t feel like you have to leave at a certain point.’, he says in a nice, low voice. ‘Okay, thank you.’, you reply. You weren’t really the type to have long conversations and to be completely honest you would way rather be at home right now reading a book with your cat laying in your lap. Jackson walks away and you get a notification from Mins (your bestfriend).

| Sorryyy, but I can’t make it anymore, my mom caught me trying to sneak away :( | Great, now you were all alone, you didn’t know anyone here.

 You sigh and make your way to the kitchen were a group of boys were playing a drinking game. ‘Yaaa hyung, drink up!’ one of the boys screamed to the other. He had a cute face, kinda like a cat. The other boy shot his head back, shooting the drink into the back of his throat all at once. The group all cheered. You looked at them uninterested, but noticed one of the boys staring at you. You kept eyecontact for a second before you looked away and left. What a weirdo.

You decided to make your way to the dancefloor, but noticed the boy with red hair following you. You turn around and look at him, now that he was so close to you you noticed how tall he actually was. You both didn’t say anything, just continuing to stare at each other while people around you were dancing. It seemed like it was just the two of you, all alone, the people around the both of you were no longer important. All that mattered was each other. Suddenly he grabbed your hand and led you to a more quiet place, pushing you against the wall and staring at you, again, not saying a word. There were a few other pairs in the room, and a smell of smoke and alcohol entered your nostrils. ‘Are you alone?’ he asked you. You didn’t know what to say. Yea he was hot, but he could literally be some random creep trying to kidnap you. You decided to lie. ‘No... I’m here with some friends.’ He smirks, ‘Liar. I know you’re here all alone. I saw you coming in when Jackson greeted you.’ You felt like you just got caught in a lie. ‘My friends arrived earlier.’, you attempt, but he chuckles and you know he doesn’t believe you. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not some creep. My name’s Heeseung.’, he says in a suddenly sweet voice. It quickly became clear that he had an extreme duality. ‘I’m y/n.’ you smile.

Who cares if he kidnaps you or whatever. It didn’t matter anymore, you were bored to death and you decided you might aswell just let whatever happens happen. Without saying anything else, your lips met, moving simultaneously in a slow rithm. He tasted like alcohol mixed with... strawberries? Regardless of the taste, you couldn’t get enough of him. His hands were on your hips, moving to the music coming from the other room. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you were standing on your tiptoes. He was so damn tall. You moved your hands to his soft fluffy red hair and sofly pulled on it, which made him let out a breathy moan into the kiss. You smile and the kisses get more heated and rough, but you suddenly get stopped by a boy appearing next to you and flashing his camera. ‘Heeseung hyunggg...’ he says with a cocky smile on his face, waving the phone in his hands. Heeseung looks from, what you assumed was his friend, to you and back. You saw the boy at the drinking table earlier and from what you caught onto in the conversation, his name was Jake. He boy walks away still smirking and winks at you before disappearing around the corner. ‘I’m sorry for that.’ Heeseung apologises. ‘I’ll be right back.’ and he too disappears around the corner, chasing his friend. You didn’t know wether to stay here or follow the two boys. But standing all alone in this room felt incredibly awkward.

You went back to kitchen assuming they were there. When you walked in a bunch of curious eyes met yours. You suddenly feel an arm being thrown around your shoulder, and when you look up, you recognise the boy who shot the glass down his throat earlier. He had a tall, slender figure, black hair, black eyeliner and what looked like a school uniform but loosened and wrinked. He used his other hand to go through his hair. Heeseung glared at him and walked towards you, apologising again and throwing his arm around your waist while continuing to glare at the other boy. The other boys just stared at the situation in front of them, not knowing what to do. Until suddenly a cute boy broke the silence, ‘Wanna join our game maybe?’ You gladly joined and walked to his side, no longer wanting to be in the middle of Heeseung and his friend’s tention. ‘I’m Sunoo, and just ignore those two, this has happened before.’ he laughs while rolling his eyes and you nod while also smiling. You were glad at least someone here treated you normal.

You all started playing the game, while both Heeseung and the other boy who’s name turned out to be Sunghoon kept staring at you and glaring at each other. Sunghoon wasn’t really talkative, but he was confident and had a cocky side. Heeseung on the other hand was extremely talkative, he talked and laughed a LOT. It was probably also the alcohol, but he didn’t stay silent for even a second. The other boys’s names turned out to be Jake, Ni-ki, Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo, but you knew the last one already since he basically saved you from the awkward position you were in earlier. Sunoo stuck to your side the entire rest of the night, which you were thankfull for. He was a very kind, funny and entertaining person so you enjoyed his company.

Near the end of the party Heeseung had approached you again and asked for your number so you could keep contact, but that had eventually resulted in a make-out session again. You has noticed Sunghoon staring with a jealous expression but had decided to ignore it. Heeseung was very soft but simultaneously also rough with his kisses, and he couldn’t keep his hands off your body. He was everywere, you could only feel his touch, your brain was fuzzy from the alcohol and his smell which you couldn’t discribe.

When it was eventually time to go home he requested you stay at his place for the night. Which you agreed to.

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That’s all you could remember when you woke up in his bed. With four arms around you. Four... You turn around slowly, seeing Sunghoons face on the cusion behind you. You turn back with a face as if you could die. God.. what on earth happened last night. You didn’t remember anything. But honostly you were pretty sure they wouldn’t remember either because they too kept drinking all night. At some point you must’ve all blacked out. You closed your eyes again and melted into them, secretly wishing you could stay like this forever.

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I might continue this and make a part 2 but lmk if it sucks or not :-; cuz if it’s bad I obviously wont. Also sorry for spelling mistakes, English isn’t my main language.

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to a Demigod MC 

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent... 

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff… 

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan 

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature! 

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...! 

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus 

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore. 

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub 

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it. 

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️ 

Belphegor 

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick… 

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER

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(Don't ask about that GIF)

I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC

First Encounter

You both met in 173's cell

For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you

Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything

It was more as if he was interested in you

He somehow found the ability to talk

Even patted your head to your surprise

This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting

And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)

Your feelings for him

You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue

Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)

But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut

He looked as if he was clueless

But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him

Because you make him feel butterflies

If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)

Most likely would tease you at times

His Confession

Probably would plan it out

Which didn't work at all

So 173 would just do it out of the blue

To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)

Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)

Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship

Probably would conduct tests between the both of you

Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change

Like if someone blinked while standing behind you

Date

Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there

173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback

You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling

Probably talking about a lot of BS

Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)

You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot

Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you

Most likely by snapping their necks

Or sassing them out to the point of no return

When he gets jealous

It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with

If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck

Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you

Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit

Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers

Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell

Peanut can be slightly possessive of you

Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not

Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long

When there's a containment breach

There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach

Whether he did it or not he would look for you

As he's looking for you he would snap some necks

Even gave 682 a heart attack

More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)

Could care less about every other SCPs/workers

If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you

Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting

To which you giggled

The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless

You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost

Yandere!173

Would lock you up in his cell

Probably would tie you up as well

Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you

Sometimes would blindfold you

Not even the researchers could get you out

They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason

If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long

173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you

So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)

At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)

His younger sister

You're both alike and very close indeed

The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were

And you both were inseparable

So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner

You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny

The foundation would be entertained by your remarks

Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs

Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor

He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet

When his kid says their name for the first time

Would be joyful af

Nobody would hear the end of it

Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name

Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right

Tries to get them to swear late on though

Much to your dismay

173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away

Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)

Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it

Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them

When his S/O is angry

Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away

Especially if you're mad at him

Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)

Would try to calm you down after a while though

Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off

If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained

Unless it affects himself of course

Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down

In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut

If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry

Probably would as the researchers for some help as well

They don't because they don't want to die either

When someone tries to steal you away

When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation

Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it

Takes you back to his cell

Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss

Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't

Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you

If it was a D-class they would die in an instant

Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people

When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

Cries without a doubt

Would bandage you up without a doubt

Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions

Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him

So he would just take that back and just baby you

Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour

You swore you felt it kick

173 would get all excited and more protective than usual

Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr

Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader

Would be quite curious about you

Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small

Wants to adopt you without a doubt

The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173

Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire

Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit

Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis

Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others

They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks

When he accidentally kills you

It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173

Like he teleported to him and his friends

You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks

Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well

The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened

Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed

Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime

Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you

But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God

They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue

Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader

Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation

Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late

173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you

173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably

Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either

Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction

The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs

At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times

Trying McDonald's Sprite

Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways

173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try

Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth

Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's

Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink

You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's

Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell

Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite

When his kids swear

Would 100% be ok with it

173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear

Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well

Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10

Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally

Peanut would most likely encourage it

Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain

When Child!Reader scares him

Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small

You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever

Until there's some silence

173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes

Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there

Panics because he can't see you

Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him

The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell

They all started laughing once they found out

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances

Very similar to 035

Would be in awe of you dancing for him

If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~

Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity

If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed

Would try and dance with you but fails terribly

Because he keeps dropping like dead flies

Most likely broke his back

Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there

Follows wherever you go

Rubs your belly whenever he can

Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child

Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy

Does whatever you tell him to do

Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need

Would cry whenever you have your mood swings

During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him

When you try to commit suicide

Would teleport to your side at an instant

Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again

173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work

Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any

Make you stay in his cell for a while

Maybe even permanently

Wouldnt let anyone touch you

If you had any scars 173 would cry

Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way

Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader

Would definitely tease you

173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic

I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree

Will kill if anyone teases you

Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him

Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you

049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it

049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours

Probably knows more about you than peanut himself

173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look

When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader

173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell

If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks

And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else

If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'

By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you

If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end

Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this

Not even the other SCPs could help

When you curl up in their lap

Would find you the cutest thing on Earth

Aside from 999 of course

If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back

Definitely would tickle you whenever he can

Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap

Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you

When you kiss his neck

10000000000000% loves it

Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame

Most likely would ask you to do it again

Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him

If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end

Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased

Then after that go back to cuddling

173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while

Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself

But you feel bad so you just carried on