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The villain scrambled back, bloodied and bluffing through their fear with a shaky false grin.
“If you kill me, you’re just as bad as I am.”
The hero’s face was calm, eyes alight with cruel amusement as they continued to approach. They had no intention of killing the villain. They had no intention of showing mercy, either.
“I won’t kill you. Not because I’m better than you - no,” the hero crouched before their cowering nemesis, “I am so much worse.”
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blopnsfw · 9 months
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Hunter and his prey🙃 Capture scene #MerMan EN and FR for once 🧜🏼‍♂️🤿 #OC #art
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Someone captured the exact moment this frog jumped out of frame.
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distantsonata · 7 months
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Pinned Down
Premise: A giant pins down a tiny by their stomach no matter how much they writhe and squirm.
Little does tiny Lee know, but his high school bully Core is about to make that the least of his worries.
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"C'mon sweetheart, put some effort into it," the giant - Core - encouraged oh-so-caringly, his grin widening as Lee continued to struggle fruitlessly from beneath his thumb.
Lee pushed hard against the underside of the pad of the digit, arms straining with the effort, but it was for nothing. The giant's - his bully's - his tormentor's - thumb remained pressed firmly against his vulnerable stomach, keeping him pinned to the desk beneath him.
Sweat was beginning to bead along the tiny's brow from the exertion of his efforts, but he needed to escape - fast.
School had only just ended a few minutes ago, which meant that there were still plenty of tinies and actually decent giants roaming the halls to help him. The longer Lee stayed stuck under Core's thumb, though, the more his chances of escaping and finding someone to keep the giant away dwindled down to nothing.
Core rubbed his thumb along Lee's stomach, brushing up against the tiny's ribs and back down over his abdomen, pressing ever so slightly more against the soft, squishy skin.
Lee squirmed in discomfort, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to shove himself forwards to slide out from under the giant's thumb instead of uselessly trying to push his massive finger up, but it didn't work.
His tormentor just laughed, head propped up against his free hand with his elbow resting against the table to support it. His cheek was pressed against his fist, further crinkling his eye, which was already crescented with the force of his too-wide smile.
"Get. Off of me." Lee wheezed up to him, baring his teeth through his panting.
Core only laughed, rubbing another circle against the tiny's stomach that might've tickled if Lee's abdominals weren't already burning from his continuous strain.
His giant captor leaned in, coming closer and closer until his face was only a scant inch from Lee's own, the tiny's eyes going wide and his form still like a hare under a hawk's eye.
"Or what?" the giant breathed, the warm mintiness of his breath gusting out over the tiny trapped beneath his single thumb.
It took Lee too long to find his words, and when he did, he tried and failed to ignore how they trembled. "B-because - I - I'll tell," he strangled out, swallowing forcefully around the quiver in his throat.
Core only laughed, showing off his sharp canines and exhaling another too-warm breath over Lee's trapped body, eyes glittering. "'cause that's worked out so well for you so far," the giant teased, giving a careful yet firm press of his thumb against Lee's stomach that had the tiny gasping and squirming again at the uncomfortable sensation of his organs shifting ever-so-slightly with the force of it.
Almost worse than that, though, was the cold, hard truth to Core's words. Because Lee had tried to speak up about the bullying before. About how Core wouldn't leave him alone even when Lee explicitly requested him to. About how Core would pick him up without permission, carrying him around wherever he wanted and ignoring Lee's cries until they petered off into defeated pleas. About how Core would poke him whenever he felt like it, an action made monumentally different than how it sounded when a single prod from the giant often sent Lee toppling over.
Lee had told of it all. After months of the same treatment, of bearing it with thinned lips and a set jaw, he'd broken down.
And nothing had happened.
Or, well, something had happened: his life turning into a living hell.
He'd thought Core had been bad before, but it was nothing compared to how the giant treated him after.
Before, Core's attentions on him were definitely intrusive, crossing boundaries and disrespecting his autonomy. But at least it wasn't for too long. Just half an hour at most during their free period, where there weren't classes to restrain the giant from acting out. And it wasn't every day either - closer to once or twice a week.
Now, however, Core's presence was constant. Every day of the school week and nearly every hour within that, the giant found some way in which to torment Lee.
And the tiny was soon informed why by the gleeful giant himself.
The principal was Core's father. Not only that, but the man had a not-so-secret disdain for tinies as a whole. Of course nothing would be done about Core's treatment of a single one of them.
It seemed the very proof of as much was what had 'freed' Core to fully letting loose his desires on tormenting his unwilling little tiny.
And Lee hated him for it. Hated Core for his blatant disregard of Lee's autonomy, his person-hood.
It was that sudden, horrible thought that was what made Lee's next words spill free from him in a rush.
Those thoughts were what had Lee making the worst mistake of his short life.
He blurted out, "I'll go to the Dean!" The Dean, who was the only man above the school's principal that had any sway over what happened within the facility. A man - a giant - who was also firmly in support of the protection of tiny rights.
Above him, Core stilled.
Lee stared up at him, wide-eyed, his breath momentarily pausing in his chest as he found himself caught under the giant's gaze.
Core had stilled, yes, but not in the way Lee had. Not like prey under the eyes of a predator.
No, Core's eyes darkened slowly, inexorably, and fell half-lidded. His lips tilted up into a gleefully cruel smirk, and his thumb carefully pressed down just enough for Lee to gasp in fear at the threat.
"We can't have that, now can we?" Core murmured gently, even as his hand moved too fast for Lee to even process, catching the tiny up in the giant's too-warm fist.
"Wh-what?" the tiny forced himself to stutter out, his breath hitching. It was only now, as he stared up into Core's blank eyes that were usually so expressive, that he truly felt the stirrings of complete, irrefutable fear at being within the giant's hold.
"We can't have you go tattling to the Dean," Core obligingly explained, rubbing his thumb against the tiny's cheek despite how Lee tried to squirm away from the intrusive touch. Core clicked his tongue scoldingly, making Lee flinch. "Guess I'll just have to take you with me."
For a second, the tiny didn't process the words. Even when he did, he could only stare up at the giant uncomprehendingly.
Core saw his look - his lack of understanding - and gave a sickeningly sweet coo. "Don't worry, little thing, I'll take good care of you."
Lee's cry of disbelieving, rapid and all-encompassing panic was muffled as he abruptly found himself encased in darkness, the giant's hand still firmly around him and keeping him locked in place.
It dawned on the tiny. He was in Core's pocket. He was in Core's pocket, and he wouldn't be let go.
There was shifting and movement around him, no other acknowledgment to the tiny's trapped form, and the realization was set in stone.
The giant was taking him home, and Lee didn't know if he'd ever escape from it.
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Wuh oh! ;333 oops, I did it again~
(Also I realized I had one borrower OC named Kai, another named Sai, and now this one Lai?? So I changed Lai to Lee XDDDD)
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iononmichiamo · 4 months
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emanuelacauphoto · 6 months
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The time left is short, be kind to me da "Il mio vero" di Mariangela Gualtieri
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jabberock · 4 months
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Capture scenarios without sedatives. You agree.
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oliversrarebooks · 3 months
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Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless
tw: forced drugging, restraints, medical whump, forced brain surgery, implied mind control, stun weapon
It was like hitting a brick wall.
One minute, Toshiro was slamming into henchman after henchman, taking them out at a speed faster than the human mind could comprehend. The next minute, his face was rapidly meeting the floor.
His ears were ringing, his vision blurring as his eyes threatened to close on him. His muscles were weak, and it was if someone had pulled the plug on the nerves connecting his brain to his body. The tile floor was cold against his cheek as he fell to the floor with an embarrassing thump, as gracefully as a sack of potatoes, and equally able to move.
Some kind of stun gun. Stunning... thing. Vibrations. His newly fogged mind tried to reason through the situation. He was in the middle of Dr. Moon's lair, and although he'd cut a wide swath through her armored goons and lab interns, he hadn't spotted the good doctor herself yet. 
Which meant that this was probably all a trap, and he had obligingly raced into it at top speed.
Fuck. Whatever that weapon was had rendered him helpless. Unless he could recover quickly, he'd be screwed.
He struggled to regain his bearings through the dizziness, managing to force his weakened arms to push him up off the floor, when the low, strong vibrations racked his body again and knocked his tenuous grasp on control far away.
"Well, now, I'd call that experiment a rousing success," said a familiar and infuriatingly smug voice. 
Toshiro struggled to focus on the clean white sneakers that stepped in front of his face. Dr. Moon crouched down in front of him, grabbing his chin and directing his blurred gaze into hers. 
"Did you enjoy it as well?"
"Fffff..." Toshiro tried to get his mouth to cooperate enough to at least tell her to fuck off.
"Fantastic? Fabulous? Is that what you're trying to say? I think that's what you're trying to say," she said, nonchalantly snapping thick metal restraints on Toshiro's wrists. 
Oh, this situation was getting better and better, wasn't it? He could probably use his supersonic vibration to break these cuffs, but it would take some time, and that was at full power, which he most certainly was not. He was still stunned enough that he felt like he might pass out at any moment.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands now, my dear little hero," she said, running a hand through his hair. "Katie, can you get my guest his little party favor?"
A young woman in a lab coat looked confused by the request. "Party favor...?"
Dr. Moon sighed. "The IV. I'm talking about the IV I had you prepare."
"Oh, yes!" she said. "Right away, doctor."
"And let's make him more comfortable! Can two of you get him onto the surgical table?"
"Yes, doctor."
IV drugs? Surgical table? Toshiro's blood ran cold. What the hell was she planning? Her experiments had roughed him up many a time, but she'd never done anything like this. 
"Whaaaa..." he slurred pathetically, flopping like a dead fish as a couple of henchmen lifted him onto a padded table. He was still too numb and dazed to fight, and his window of escape seemed to rapidly be coming to a close. As a couple of scrawny scientists effortlessly held him down on the table -- humiliating enough that his embarrassment fought with his growing fear -- Katie returned with a large bag of translucent blue liquid on an IV pole.
"Oh, you're going to just love this, Toshiro," Dr. Moon said, brandishing the IV line's needle with theatrical flair. "You never get enough breaks, do you? I'm about to give you a nice long one."
Toshiro couldn't help his composure breaking slightly. It was one thing to be injured while fighting, or even to be captured and tortured. It was another thing entirely to be rendered unconscious, completely defenseless against whatever the mad scientist wanted to do with him.
"No need to look so upset. This won't hurt at all. You're just going to get very, very sleepy. You'll be just a bit drowsy and slow for the next, oh, let's say the next while. I wouldn't operate any heavy machinery."
She was bringing that IV needle closer to his elbow. He summoned all of his strength to try and pull away, knowing that as soon as he had that drug pumping into his body, it'd all be over. Unfortunately, his muscles were still largely unresponsive from the double stun just a few minutes ago.
Damn it, he had to -- !
The doctor effortlessly got the IV into his vein with a practiced hand, taping it down securely. He looked on in horror as the light blue liquid snaked down the tube and into his arm, willing the drug to somehow stop before it reached him. His arm felt cold and heavy at the injection site as the sedative began to flow freely into his system.
"That should kick in long before you get your bearings from my wonderful stun weapon," she said, stroking his cheek and looking down at him with malicious glee. "And I want to drink every last drop of your fear as you go under."
Toshiro glared as best as he could, testing his powers. Maybe if he could get his supersonic speed working, he could dislodge the IV from his elbow before he absorbed too much of the drug. His fast metabolism meant it took a lot to put him down, anyway.
He was already so groggy from being stunned, and so focused on forcing his uncooperative body to move, that he didn't even notice the buzzing in the back of his skull until it was too late. In seconds, the buzzing transformed into a deep drowsiness, muffling his thoughts like a blanket of fresh-fallen snow, draining him of energy, making his eyelids droop.
"And there it is!" said Dr. Moon with a cackle. "Isn't that the most delicious feeling of helplessness? You look so tired already. Don't fight it, now. Just let my beautiful drugs sing you to sleep. A nice little lullaby..."
Toshiro's efforts to try to shake the IV off had turned into a desperate struggle against the urge to give in and go to sleep. He was so exhausted, and he could feel his mind zoning in and out, his eyelids threatening to close. But he couldn't give in. 
"Don't worry, you'll be sedated, but not entirely unconscious. We can't have you fully under for brain surgery, you know."
The shock of adrenaline forced his eyes back open. Fuck. Anything but that.
"No need to panic, it's not a lobotomy. We don't use ugly words like that here. And my methods are far more precise," she said, as Toshiro's heart raced. "I'm just going to... slow you down. Make you more malleable. Easily influenced, let's say. And at only a small cost to your intelligence."
His half-asleep mind woke up enough to panic. Suddenly, he could move. He felt strength in his arm again, enough strength to try and shake free of the IV line that would be the end of him.
He had to get it out at any cost. If he didn't, when he next woke up, he might be some stupefied henchman to his archnemesis, his faculties cut out and left on the floor of her lair. A fate far worse than death -- at least in death, he'd be remembered as a hero. Not remembered as a drooling, dull-witted minion who used to be a hero, cut down by one of his former comrades.
No, he couldn't allow that.
His powers responded, and he willed his super speed to vibrate his arm hard enough to loosen the tape, to dislodge the needle. As soon as he got rid of the threat of the drug, he could break free of the bonds and escape.
"Oh, dear," said Dr. Moon. "Katie, be a dear and take the fight out of our guest again."
Toshiro's eyes widened just before he felt the stun weapon rumble through his body. His hold over his power slipped, his limbs sinking back onto the table. Disoriented and unable to move, the sedative quickly took hold of him once again.
"There, there." The doctor replaced the tape on the IV line. "Just relax, go to sleep, and it will all be over soon. Poor, helpless hero."
He groaned weakly, Dr. Moon's evil grin fading from sight as his vision tunneled.
"He's almost out. Finish preparation in the operating room," she said over her shoulder, before turning back to him. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, running a hand through his hair. "If all goes well, you won't be waking up as yourself ever again," she cooed. "You're going to go to sleep, and I'm going to win."
Her voice sounded muffled, from far away, and his tongue was too thick and clumsy to respond back.
"Go to sleep. Just go to sleep..."
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I've been struggling a bit with writing and the Febuwhump prompts looked delicious, so I decided to do a few of them!
New Bookseller chapter soon, promise.
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