#tw: strong violence

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 9)

Tw: monty being a fuckin creep, vomiting, the girls are fightingggg, so blood and violence, yves being a dick and elitist, using the word queer in a derogatory manner

DAMN i was expecting the votes to be like to go to the uni cause Yves is hottest choice rn

anyways if u guys read the original series where Monty was from, u would know he's like a sub but his behavior depends on the reader, he's actually a switch

tanks for reading, pls send in anon asks, reblog or comments i love 2 hear yalls thoughts and it keeps me going PLSPLSPLS I AM DESPERATEEE

Part 10

The mall it is. You've been visiting the university too much to escape your home and to take your dreaded exams, despite having air conditioning, you're going to feel miserable there. You barely have friends in the university aside from Yves. A change of scenery would be nice, to note down the things you wanted for yourself.

You tried to decide how you feel about Yves. The urge to run away from him and hide is there, but it's not as strong anymore. Because he already saw it all. The mold, your room, your tears, your puke... you can't possibly embarrass yourself again to that degree, right? The worst should be over.

And, he did say it himself; he is interested in you too. So... it should be safe to proceed with this weird relationship. You think. He's already doing way more than what a lover typically does, let alone someone who you barely went on a first date with.

You shouldn't be afraid of bumping into him. He's not going to bite your head off, you hope.

And speak of the devil, you received a text from him.

"(Name), this is Yves. I hope you slept well. Please reply to me as soon as you wake up."

You bit the inside of your cheek, you held onto your bag tightly as the bus drove over a hump.

It's not like he could see that you read it. You don't know what he is going to say next, once you respond.

But it's rude to just leave him hanging like that. He's probably going to find out you're ignoring him anyways.

Might as well text him back. You told him that you're now awake. He must be a fast typer because you received a message a few seconds later.

"Good afternoon, how are you feeling?"

You replied that you're feeling fine.

"I assume you are currently resting at home?"

You don't know if you should lie. But then he could easily find out the truth by asking your housemates. So you let out a defeated sigh and told him the half-truth. You said no. That was it, you didn't elaborate further.

"Where are you? Did you at least apply sunscreen?"

You replied that you're now getting off the bus. You're going to text him back later. After that, you put your phone into your pocket.

You walked away from the bus stand and looked at the billboards littered all over the area. It takes a six-minute walk to get to the Mall, maybe a bit longer because your usual path is blocked by a construction job. The workers gave the pedestrians an alternative pathway to travel.

As you start walking, you wonder why was the bus stop never built directly in front of its entrance. It's such a nuisance to get there if you don't own a car.

You frown because the sun is beating against your head, you're among a group of people being funneled into this other path and you're starting to overheat. You remembered Yves packed a UV ray-blocking umbrella, so you went ahead and took it out. You opened it and shielded yourself from the rays, sighing in relief as you felt coolness instantly wash over you.

You were minding your own business and fighting your own inner demons until suddenly a large hand clamped itself onto your shoulder. You let out a surprised yelp and a jolt at the unexpected contact, this cannot be Yves's because it's too calloused and careless, mildly hurting you in the process.

"Joe?"

Who?

You turned whipped your head to the back and saw the person who paid for your poisoned meal. He took your umbrella off your hands, making you hiss at the sun.

"It really is you!" His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up into a wide, happy grin. "How ya' been? I didn't see you yesterday. Where were ya?"

You eyed him up and down, he's in uniform.

"I'm on my break right now." His hand guided your back. "C'mon, let me treat you lunch."

You said that you had food poisoning from the place you ate with him. And you asked what he meant by "Didn't see you yesterday".

His jaw dropped in shock at your words.

"It really sucks to hear that, so that's why you look a lil' too thin today. I guess you're just not used to their cookin'. I was fine and dandy." You and him seem to move along with the crowd aimlessly.

You repeated your question about what he meant by not seeing you yesterday.

"I came by your school 'cause I got you some Chinese. I couldn't find ya' and no one seems to know who the hell was I talkin' about. Why didn't ya' call me? I was waitin' all night for your voice."

Luckily you gave him the fake name of "Joe M." on your first meeting with him. But it's not like he would have gotten any information on you anyway, you're invisible in your university. Unless he happened to come across Yves, which you doubt he will divulge him about you.

You just said 'oh'.

"Hope you're feelin' better though. Hey, I know a great place to get some hearty chicken soup. It's gotta be good for your belly, it sure helped me when I'm sick as a dog." You took notice of his deepening southern accent.

You're starting to feel uncomfortable around this man, he's wrapping his arm around your shoulder like he's your boyfriend.

You said that you were full, you had something to eat earlier.

"Aw shucks. That's fine, I'll just hang out with you till my break's over." He ruffled your hair affectionately, laughing as you tried to smoothen it out.

You don't like him. Who does he think he is? You're barely even acquaintances with him. But you think it's safer to play along until you find an opportunity to escape, there is no way you could fight off a 6'5 man who lifts steel pillars for a living.

"You got any plans this weekend? I wanna take you out to have fun, you must've spent all your time studyin', and that's good! Education is important. But you gotta loosen up a little 'cause life is short!" Montgomery is either oblivious to or disregards your uncomfortable body language.

You said you made plans already. He momentarily looked dejected, but he reverted back to his cheerful self when he thought of something.

"What about next week? I heard there is a festival goin' on by the pier. There's going to be a Ferris wheel, cotton candy, funnel cakes--"

You decided to rip the bandaid off and straight up tell him that you're not interested in pursuing a relationship with him. Since there were witnesses, you wriggled out of his hold and waited to see what he would do to you. Hoping that he would just respectfully leave you alone but expecting to be angrily punched right in front of everyone.

He was stunned, speechless for a moment until there was a strange glimmer in his eyes that was concealed by his shaggy, brown hair.

"...You're playing hard to get."

A horrified, incredulous look crossed your face. Absolutely not! What makes him think of you that way? You took a couple steps backward as he tried to get closer.

"I see how it is, sweetheart. You want me to chase you, don't ya'?" He playfully pinched both of your cheeks. You wince, struggling to pull his hands off.

You genuinely do not understand why he has this impression of you. As anyone would do, you vehemently denied it.

"Aww, look at you. Red-faced and all." He giggled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away from the main foot traffic so he could toy with you in private. "If you weren't into me, you would have left me to die that night. I may not be the richest or the most handsome..." his smile faltered when it came to the topic of his looks. "...but I know you saw something in me! I'm gonna make sure you don't regret saving me!" You're already regretting being born.

You called him crazy, anyone would have helped him! You're no one special, he teasingly rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, beautiful. Anything to help you sleep at night."

You were adamant that you're not interested and you already have a boyfriend! But this doesn't seem to faze him, he just bent down to your level and placed his hands behind his back.

"Oh yeah? Where is he then? Get outta here, you don't have one. At least, not yet." He winked at you.

Yeah. He is impossible to reason with.

You argued that you do. In fact, he is right behind Montgomery!

He's definitely not believing you, but he turns around anyway to see... no one, as expected.

"I don't see him, do you-- huh?" He was momentarily dumbfounded when all there was in front of him was air.

You managed to blend in with the crowd and successfully entered the mall. You ran into the nearest retail store and hid behind one of the shelves. Everyone was too busy shopping to care what someone shaking like a leaf was doing crouching in the baby and maternal department.

Your hand trembled as you pulled your phone out to see Yves sent you another text.

"Take care. Send me a text message as soon as possible. I will give you a call fifteen minutes later if I do not hear from you by then."

It's been 12 minutes since he sent that text. The next reasonable course of action is to seek comfort and safety from Yves. You thought Montgomery was unhinged and delusional, he thinks you're his just because you saved him that night. You cared as much as everyone else, no one wanted to see another person die if they could help it! But he took it as some ultimate love confession for him.

Then you realize that you should have run as soon as you first rejected him. You hit yourself on the head, he must have thought all the attention you gave him trying to explain yourself was a green light for him to go forward!

You called yourself stupid for not catching this earlier. There's not much you could do now except tell Yves you don't feel safe.

You texted Yves your exact location, even down to the aisle and section. Your texts are a series of panic-induced typos begging him to pick you up because you're scared.

"I will be there in 15 minutes. Is it safe for me to call you?"

You disregarded that text and just dialed his number.

"(name)?" It was so good to hear his smooth, calm voice. Your blood pressure momentarily dropped but rose back again after remembering why you called him in the first place.

You frantically explained what had happened, even your first meeting with Montgomery and the takeaway that gave you food poisoning. Spilling everything even though you didn't mean to, but you're just scared and trapped in a store. You felt upset that he had the umbrella, you apologized and-

"Raise your hand above your head for me, please." He cut you off. You did exactly what he asked, now distracted from your ranting.

"Inhale, following my count." He counted up to four.

"Hold." He counted to seven.

"Exhale." You breathed out for eight seconds. He repeated the cycle a few more times until he could tell you calmed down. Montgomery wouldn't find you from where you're hiding.

"Very good." He praised. "You may put your hand down."

You forgot about that, so you quickly retract your arm to your side.

"I will stay on the line with you until I arrive. Do you understand, (name)?" You gulped and said a shaky yes.

"Stay where you are. You're safe there." He continued. Yves sounded so confident in his answers that you can't help but trust him fully.

You wished you had friends. You wouldn't need to solely rely on him if you did.

"What did you think of the breakfast I made for you?" He asked, in a tone and cadence as if he was casually chatting up with his partner about their day. But you can tell he's speeding through the highways by the intense humming of his car engine.

You said that it's nice. You thanked him for taking care of you.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. I will be making chicken soup for you tonight, did you apply sunscreen before leaving the house?"

You paused for a while, trying to remember what you did. You eventually tell him no.

"It is important for you to protect your skin. Remember to do so next ti--"

The call suddenly dropped. Your heart started beating wildly again, what happened? You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the screen.

You let out a visceral scream that caught everyone's attention, your phone battery is dead.

Seeing that you caused a scene, you flee the store out of embarrassment, forgetting about Yves telling you your original spot is the safest place for you to be in. Now with no means of contacting your savior and being out in the open like this, your brain starts to short-circuit. You begin running aimlessly in no particular direction.

All this stress and explosive physical exertion on you right after a bout of illness is making you queasy again.

But you kept going, just... roaming around while periodically looking over your shoulders. Customers and staff alike were staring at you, thinking that you were suffering from some sort of inner turmoil or drug abuse issues. However, they knew better than to intercept.

However, you focused too much on your back, and not too much on the front.

You slammed into a sturdy pillar, lost your balance, and fell back onto your rear.

"Whoa! You alright?" Except that pillar can speak. And it was the last person you want to see right now. Concern riddled his face as he crouched down to help you up. "This is fun and all, but you gotta watch where you're goin-"

At that moment, your stomach decided to empty itself onto Montgomery's chest. He grimaced as you continued to spew and release more vomit from your mouth.

--

Yves knows where you are. He knew your phone battery died, Yves is just mildly annoyed he didn't catch the fact that one of your room outlets was faulty. It so happened to be the one you used to charge your phone.

Yves pushed the door of the mall's clinic open, glaring daggers at Montgomery as he spotted him waiting on the bench, covered in your puke; noting his filthy fingers wrapping the handle of your bag. He was taken aback by this sudden hostility from an apparent stranger, he looked at Yves confused, what did he ever do to him? Was he offended that he happened to be covered in someone else's throw-up? What a stuck-up bitch!

Yves took his wallet out of his handbag and walked up to the receptionist. He shared a few hushed words with her and spared a couple of unkind glances for Montgomery. The woman behind the counter had both eyebrows raised momentarily before she nodded and picked up a phone. While speaking to someone unknown on the other side of the line, she accepted Yves's credit card.

Soon after, she handed him a clipboard and a pen. He had to sign something before receiving a receipt.

Montgomery looked him up and down with equal animosity, his eyes trailing behind Yves as he took the seat opposite of him.

The dark-haired male elegantly crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knee. Now a blank expression took over his beautiful face. Montgomery took note of his feminine demeanor including his usage of makeup. He somehow deluded himself that he was better than Yves even though he was hunched over, resting his forearms on his thighs while spreading his legs.

Montgomery tried to look away and ignore this stranger. But he couldn't, because Yves was burning holes through his head with his constant stare.

This really ruffled Montgomery's feathers. He's clearly trying to start something.

"What the hell is your problem?"

All eyes landed on Montgomery. Young or old, they're now invested in this sudden outburst.

"What do you mean?" Replied Yves calmly as he tilted his head to the side to feign ignorance.

"You're lookin' at me like you wanted to fight!" Montgomery finally sat up straight while accusing Yves. Meanwhile, the graceful man placed a hand on his chest to express disbelief.

"I do not understand this explosive reaction from you, I have done nothing wrong." Yves's long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, already winning the hearts of the public. It ticked Montgomery off so bad. For some reason, this androgynous person is making him angrier than usual. Maybe it's because Yves's old money aura reminded him of every city girl and boy who fucked him over emotionally, socially, financially, or physically.

It was quite unusual, Montgomery would usually just not engage with these citizens. But today, Yves is exceptionally infuriating while doing the least. He even smelled the same as those rich bastards, they all must be using the same cologne.

A mere five minutes had elapsed since they first met, yet Montgomery despised him with every fiber of his being.

Yves knows his own effect on the construction worker.

"Don't play with me! You had that stupid look on your face, what have I done to you, huh!?" He rose from his seat.

A ghost of a smile graced Yves's otherwise serious face. That simpleton took the bait.

"Please calm down. You're causing a scene out of nothing." Yves continued provoking him. Mothers began to leave the room with their children, and other patients quietly changed their seats to be further away from the two men.

"Why you-" Something distracted him from his rage.

Yves turned his head and saw you slowly dragging yourself out of the hallway, carrying a prescription slip in one hand and cradling your stomach in the other. You look pale and exhausted as you limp towards the waiting room.

"Joe!" Montgomery called out for you. "Are you alright? What did ya' doctor say?"

You were spooked, you froze in your tracks. Not noticing that Yves is a few steps away from you.

"Dear." You snapped your neck to the source of the quiet but assuring voice. Yves is now standing tall, his arms open for you to run into.

And so, you did. You buried your face in his chest, refusing to see the other man. Yves had a pleased smile as he picked your prescription script from your hands, he slid it into his handbag. Right after, he wrapped his arms around you.

The room was eerily quiet. Everyone was holding their breaths, wondering what was going to happen.

You felt Yves stroke your hair. But you couldn't see or hear anything. So you lift your head a little to see what was going on, he rested his palm on your shoulder.

Montgomery has his eyes open so wide staring at your boyfriend. His mouth is open but soundless. The veins on his forehead and arm were throbbing while he trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you know him, my love? He seems dangerous. You know you shouldn't mingle around men like him, they're usually raised by dysfunctional families- sometimes, they don't even have one." Yves asked you, soft enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough that his pathetic excuse of a rival absorbed every word. This was the last straw for Montgomery.

Finally, he dropped your bag to the ground before launching himself against Yves. Your boyfriend pushed you out of harm's way as he allowed himself to get tackled by the unstable male.

Yves closed his eyes as he took a devastating punch to the face, he was flung to the side from the force and it left a reddish mark on his once pristine face.

"Fuck you! The fuck you mean that's 'your love', you don't mean shit to them!" Montgomery yelled in Yves's ear, and a struggle ensued between them.

Screams and shouts filled the clinic, and the patients present all ran out of the room. Those who stayed tried to film the tussle. Some doctors and customers poked their heads out of the consultation rooms to see what the commotion was all about.

Whereas you grabbed your bag and went outside, securing your safety behind the tempered glass walls.

"You think you better than me?! I'll teach you a fucking lesson to be humble!" Montgomery swung at him again, but Yves dodged in time and utilized his long, slender legs to trip him. Now that he has gotten what he wanted out of this scenario, Yves allows himself to defend his own body.

He got up fairly quickly and tried to land another punch, but Yves grabbed his wrist on time and used minimal force to twist his arm against his back. Montgomery cried out in pain as his limb was contorted to an unnatural position. Being an opportunist, Yves took his chance to strike his broken rib using the side of his hand.

This made Montgomery's legs buckle on itself. You silently cheered for Yves as he subdued the creep on the cold hard tiles.

He pressed a heel against his chest, right behind on fractured bone. So Montgomery was powerless against him.

Yves reached for his handbag and pulled his phone out. He dialed emergency services and reported Montgomery as being aggressive, being a danger to the general public.

"Bullcrap! Fuck you asshole! I will kill you!" Screeched the man currently being stepped on and humiliated in front of his object of obsession. Unfortunately for him, the operator heard his threat towards Yves, increasing your boyfriend's credibility.

He tried to grab his leg, but Yves only drove his sharp heel deeper into his ribs, knocking the air out of him and making stars appear in his vision.

At the same time, the mall security arrives with their batons.

They took over from there, it took more than ten of them to try and get Montgomery under control. He was like a bull seeing red, only goal was to try and disfigure the pretty boy's face as much as possible.

He was forcefully expelled from the premises while kicking, howling, and straining. You saw the tears of anguish in his eyes as he cussed everyone out for treating him as subhuman, he wished horrible fates on all who witnessed but stood by. He was shouting incoherently about having everything stolen from him by the rich, he had one thing good going on but a billionaire had to come along and take you away from him.

He vowed to take what was rightfully his and punish the bad, especially Yves who he referred to as "That fucking queer freak".

Eventually, though, his yelling became inaudible as he got further and further away. The others returned to their day, dispersing as nothing else interesting was going on.

You walked up to Yves, who is now gently dabbing his bleeding nostrils with a folded piece of tissue. He smiled at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Well done." He praised. Disposing of the soiled napkin into a trashcan nearby.

You said you didn't contribute to anything good. In fact, you're the one who caused all this.

"Don't think too lowly of yourself." He picked up a hairbrush from his bag and started fixing your hair. You looked at his face.

The patch around his nose and under his left eye is already starting to bruise, swelling to a degree that he can only see out of his right. Red dripped down his chin and onto the floor, splattering into many dots.

You look around and see the broken pot, flipped chair, and scattered magazines.

You shudder, asking Yves if you could go home.

"Not yet, (name). The police should be here soon, they have to take my statement." He invited you into his arms, and you snuggled into him as his blood dripped onto you too.

"I packed you something to eat." He softly pried you off him. Reaching for his handbag once again, he retrieved a square container before handing it to you.

You opened it to see a sandwich. It's intentionally bland to accommodate your current weak stomach. As if on cue, your belly growled. However, Yves stopped you from devouring it.

"Always sanitize your hands before eating." He squeezed a good amount of hand sanitizer on your palms. Yves only handed the meal back to you after he was satisfied with your application.

You sit on a chair as you take bites off it. Yves sat next to you too, this time he was tidying his luscious black hair with the same brush and compact mirror.

You continued munching on as you heard distant sirens growing louder.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere concept #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #oc yves #male yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc montgomery #tw violence #tw blood #tw queerphobia #tw strong language

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

TW: Implied Abuse, Strong Language

Caretaker couldn’t find Whumpee anywhere. They'd been searching the seedy part of the city— this is where they lived?— all night after they had stormed out after an argument, and still nothing. Caretaker didn't like this place, all grimy and full of faces that smiled with too many fangs to be human. The bars clamored with the worst type of clientele, and though their coat did little to protect from the cold, and the warmth enticed them, they ignored it.

They heard some murmuring from a small crowd, and their stomach turned to lead. They pawed their way through the crowd, glaring up at the jostling gossipers. They parted through the sea of people, finally able to see.

Whumpee laid there, still dressed in the less-than-winter-appropriate outfit from earlier, blood matted into their hair, skin all scraped up and bruised. One of their eyes appeared swollen shut, blood dripping from their split lip as they trembled in their unconscious state.

Caretaker shoved the people around them back. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't you have places to be?!"

The crowd grumbled but dispersed upon seeing Caretaker's gun. They crouched before Whumpee, cautious not to touch them. They didn’t want to scare them, instead letting Whumpee see their hands.

"Whumpee?"

They let out what sounded like a whimper, eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. Caretaker had a million questions, but sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. They already knew have the answers, and besides, they weren't going to get much out of them like this anyway.

Caretaker stood up, shrugging off their coat, thankful for the thick top they had on underneath. They laid it over Whumpee, holding back a cry at how small they looked like that. They weren't supposed to be small.

"Whumpee, I'm going to pick you up now. I'm going to bring you home, alright?"

Their face scrunched up, voice too hoarse. "Whumper... No, please..."

Caretaker knelt back down, eyes burning as Whumpee's arm flailed, not hitting anything, just revealing more bruises and cigarette burns.

"I'm here now, Whumpee. Whumper won't hurt you while I'm here. I'm right here."

They gingerly scooped Whumpee up into their arms, wincing at how hollow they felt, like a strong breeze would blow them away. Whumpee's face nestled into Caretaker's shoulder, and as Caretaker carried them back home— their real home— they let that act as the smallest insurance that they might be okay.

#whump prompt #whumpee #tw: trauma #caretaker #tw: angst #whumper #tw: crying #tw: guilt #tw: abuse #tw: blood #tw: bruises #tw: injury #tw: hypothermia #tw: missing #tw: strong language #tw: violence #tw: self destruction #definitely not based on a new ship I love #nope definitely not

[ravenzeppeli]

Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.

As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.

"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"

You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.

You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.

        For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."

You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.

He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.

"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.

"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."

He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.

Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.

"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.

"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.

You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.

"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.

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You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.

You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.

"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."

You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.

You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.

His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."

"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.

"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."

The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.

You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.

     He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."

"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?

"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.

"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."

"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.

The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."

You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.

#tw everything #tw dark content #tw dark themes #tw strong language #tw violent language #tw violent imagery #tw abuse mention #tw noncon #tw blood #tw mature #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #tw adult themes #tw language #ravenzeppeli dark lemon #tw violence #tw violent thoughts #tw verbal abuse #dio brando #tw horror #tw humiliation #tw degradation #tw sui ideation #tw sui talk #tw blo0d #tw beating

[kankuroplease]

Couples game: Kisame/Sakura!

Lies, other KisaSaku shippers get it.

People love to bring up Sakura being violent ignoring the other parts of her character that aren’t poorly done comic relief so I’m like, why not lean into that thinking process, take out the comedy in it, give her some more muscle, and pair her with the sharkman from the “bloody mist”. It’s a fun au, especially because I like AUs where Sakura leaves Konoha 🦈🌸

#ask #ask game #tw age gap #obviously when sakura’s an adult #do I think her core character is violence? no #I also love Kisame getting attention from someone strong and beautiful #I have my struggle ships too

[oathed-milk]

Doing my obligatory post so I don’t break A) hallowed Rule from previous, now-defunct (imo) hellsite, and B) get apparently shot on sight by the tenants of new hellsite

#196 #reddit refugee #reddit blackout #r/196 #I low-key never followed the Rule but threat of Block Button is a strong motivator apparently! #tw violence mention

[crym94]

"Cicatrice poi la luce Brucia e ti si addice Tutto ha un gioco, tutto è vuoto Tutti dentro al fuoco"

#golden kamuy #ogata hyakunosuke #sugimoto saichi #sugio #osugi #golden kamuy ogata #golden kamuy sugimoto #cw blood #tw blood #violence #Si la canzone è di Tiziano Ferro ciao Italiani #The brainrot is strong lately so yeah.

[captainjacklyn]

Azul Ashengrotto x Great White Shark!reader AU

Part 1 (which includes the request), and this is Part 2 of my azul ashengrotto x shark! Reader fanfic.

Wow I can't believe I'm making a whole fanfic with this AU which started off as a simple head canon to a whole fucking novel. Thank you to the one who requested the head canon and to anon who requested a scenario.

You guys are around middle school just so you are aware of the timeline.

Content & Warning(s) : This is pure angst and violence, as warnings we have fighting, blood & mentions of injuries/graphic violence, strong language, basically kids causing huge damage to each other. If you are sensitive to these kinds of topics please feel free to ignore. (the fact that I watched so many shark documentaries for this fic is unimaginable) Oh and the reader is a great white shark because the original hcs request was precisely asked for a great white. I'm sorry if you wanted to be a different kind but if you do not mind then enjoy.

The love story of a Shark and an Octopus Part 2 :

It had already been a few years since you two befriended each other, You both encountered a pair of moray eels who soon became your new companions spending time with azul and observing him studying his magic. You were truly happy to finally find people who weren't blood related to care for. Days went by and the bullying almost stopped with your presence around azul. But like I said, almost.

Due to your terrifying reputation as a white shark being the primordial predator of the seas. It would be unexpected to find someone who tried to mess with you, but unexpected never meant impossible. As you weren't the only deadly predator.

On that faithful day the leech twins were away so it was only going to be you and azul together. You and him were at his octopus pot simply having a chat together. You then had a sudden idea for a game leaving azul alone as you went to get the materials.

But when you came back, so much had happened and the horrid sight of your bestfriend getting beat up by a group of mermaids.

You dropped the seashells you were holding and speeded yourself towards them in anger, only to be slapped by another merman's tail. "[name]...!" azul who was getting held back by the others witnessed you getting slammed onto a coral reef nearby, making you bare your fangs from the impact.

"Ah ! So much for a white shark ! You were really overestimated [name] !" a cocky voice exclaimed as the others around him laughed, you opened your eyes to find an orca merfolk in front of you. A killer whale. You swinged your tail to hit him but he dodged and grabbed your hair to slam you back onto the rocks. Cutting you and making you bleed in the process, you had to admit he was about has big as you and the damage he inflicted was slowly making you lose consciousness. For some reason, his face was familiar to you.

"I think it's time I tell you who really is the boss around here, don't think I came all the way here just to eat your little octopus. Furthermore...I was waiting for this day my whole life, remember that mermaid who you caused this to ?" he lifted his tail slightly revealing a hideous scar tracing his fins. An extensive bite mark was placed there. No wonder he looked familiar, that boy was in your class when you were younger...Not only so but he was the one who worsen your reputation in the first place by provoking and making you lose your temper.

"Y-you...!" your words were faint but he understood that you started to reminisce him. "Hugo- !" at those words, Hugo smiled sadistically as he pushed you back onto the corals. "See ? You just needed a little shake to remember. You guys take care of the tako, this one's mine- !"

Hugo let go of your hair and grabbed you from both arms, slamming you once more and dragging you and practically wiping the ocean's depth with your body. You tried to fight back and bite him, even so your efforts were futile and he used his left hand to smash your head back onto the sand once more. Causing an enormous puddle of your own blood around the both of you.

He later on brought your head up with the hand he used to drag your face and used to other over your throat. Obliging you to look at azul receiving punches after punches, That was a grave mistake.

"OH YOU SON OF A-" you bit his arm to such capacity it broke his bone, making him let go of your body while hissing in pain. "You sly BITCH !" he yelled back and quickly pursued you. The other mermaids and mermen didn't notice your speedy arrival onto them as you lashed your tail onto the two mermaids who were holding azul and sent them flying to the water surface. You swam right after and grabbed one by the tail with your razor sharp teeth, ripping a huge chunk of their fin and overtaking the others.

Your power was truly underestimated when it came to regular merfolk. Overpowering all six in only a matter of seconds, azul was half awake on the sand when he saw you destroying each and every one of these bullies.

As you beat them all down, Hugo tackled your stomach and knocked the absolute wind out of you. "huff...huff...You asshole-" your stare on him was filled with rage as you panted and grabbed your throat, trying to steady yourself. "HOW ABOUT WE FINISH THIS LIKE WE STARTED !" you made a beeline for his own throat, smiling like an insane maniac. "FINE BY ME BITCH !"

End of part 2 click here to read part 3.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #writer #angst prompt #twst floyd #twst yuu #twst imagines #twst mc #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #octavinelle #tw violence #tw violent language #tw graphic violence #strong language #extensive damage #bleeding #azul x reader angst #azul twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x y/n #jade leech #floyd leech #coral sea #twst angst #twst azul #twst ashengrotto #great white shark

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I knew Micah wasn’t a great guy but I was a fool to think he had any redeeming traits.

#meek’s art #blood cw #tw blood #violence tw #violence cw #gore cw #Micah bell #red dead redemption 2 fanart #red dead redemption two #rdr2 #micah rdr2 #rdr2 micah #rdr2 spoilers #spoilers #I knew he was bad ever since chapter 2 but it wasn’t until chapter 6 it set in #he has NO good in him… that’s hard for me to stomach because I adore him. #I adore him BECAUSE he is an evil man #but like… Jesus. he is selfish and immoral through and through #bravo to the writers because they managed to make a character so iconic and become my favorite AND most hated #I feel like my feelings are so strong because a part of me died when Arthur died #I ain’t saying I kin the man but I definitely spent weeks think about my life through his eyes #it fucks me up to play RDR2 and then go through life’s motions with the mindset of a man dying of TB #it hurts to reflect on my life and actions with the mindset of an outlaw who’s era is over #it hurts to go through life internalizing the distrust and defeatism prevalent in chapter 5 and 6

[mus1ca1]

(september 2023) tfw you're trying to impress your new fancy gf but get ambushed on the way to your date 🙄 smh

i do think rusty can defend himself and in a fight easily take on multiple trains from the gang at once, but when it comes to greaseball he's just . . . too scared to really fight back.

#he's strong af his reservation is psychological not physical #cw bruises #tw violence #tw implied abuse #??? #cw bruising #rust repair #stex #rustheal #rustywrench

[violetmuses]

Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Shards” || James "Bucky" Barnes - 18+ MINORS DNI 

FANDOM: Marvel - “Captain America: Civil War” 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: No matter what, you can’t get away from him. 

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer as well. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Sequel - "Seeing Black" (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

__________

2016 

Through an unknown miracle, he “wakes up” from the dizzying hypnosis of mind control once again, somehow alive. Blurred vision clears. In return, James noticed the presence of Sam and Steve, who stood in this cold, decrepit room. 

“I thought you were dead…” James hardly whispers, still fatigued by the daming headache that surges from so much pain. 

“No.” You say, stepping further into dimmed lights that slightly casted through the ceiling. 

Reality slaps James right in the face. You should be dead. He saw everything pan out long ago. 

You were dragged to the Supression Machine, kicking and screaming. Across the darkened room, Kaprov stood in that camouflage uniform, adjusting his maroon beret in total silence. 

Strapped into the apparatus without fail, you’re cuffed from arms to legs. Even another mouth guard is shoved to muffle further noise. In the corner, James is forced to watch, given those alarmed warnings every time he comes back to hell. 

To make matters worse, you almost died because of the Serum, wailing and thrashing on that leather-belted cot. 

As electric currents zip towards both temples of your small head, James knows that he heart drops. Only moments later, you scream out loud and almost shatter everything found close, nearly spitting out the mouth guard in response. 

That night, security’s biggest mistake involved unlocking your restraints after successfully completing another mind swipe. 

You jumped from the apparatus, bolting straight towards Karpov and not caring if anyone else dealt with the incoming carnage. 

You’re strong enough to drag Karpov down, sending this man to the ground and straddling him just to punch that bastard over and over again. More operatives and white coats run for the hills, yet fail to escape your wrath before it’s too late. 

The singular gunshot brings that room to a halt, and you fall away from Karpov’s loosely mounting body, still allowing him to breathe.

Blood spills onto the hardened floor, ensuring your death in James’s own blue stare. 

And yet, all this time later, you stand before James, but your eyes peer towards him with venom that only HYDRA would bring out. 

It was clear that nightmares lined up with your previous reputation. Hacking. Secret bombings. Covert murders. On and on. 

You were HYDRA’S best kept secret, even after working through the Winter Soldier program. 

“If the bullet moved elsewhere, I wouldn’t be here.” You reveal. 

“Is anyone gonna tell us what the hell’s going on?” Sam interjects towards you and James, rightfully bewildered at this point. “Who are you?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” You tell Sam, not wanting to explain yourself and prolong this mission. “Let’s go.” 

It all matters to James. How in the world did you escape without risking more gunfire? 

________

The backseat of this car is far too snug. You can barely move without James somehow lugging his own weight closer and closer. 

“Sorry.” He mumbles to you. His eyes are crystal blue, looking towards you with some kind of light for once. 

“It’s okay, but did Steve choose this car?” You make an attempt at humor this time. 

“Yeah.” James bit his lip while facing you. No mind control. No restraints. He could think on his own, at least for a while. 

Before he could ponder leaning inward, Steve and Sam returned the car, prompting James to turn away from you. 

He clears his throat and glances forwards, watching nothing as the car moves again.

*****

“Can’t risk the airport and we’ve been driving for hours.” Instead of dealing with Zemo right away, Sam suggests hotel rooms. 

“Fine.” Steve parks through shadows of the lot, still attempting to hide and dons his baseball cap. 

“You two okay staying back here for a minute? Not sure yet if we can pull enough space for all of us.” Sam turns his head, looking at you and James. 

“I’ve had worse.” You say, not even smiling because it’s true. Even James nods, completely silent here. 

“All right. Don’t kill each other.” Sam warns now, locking the car as soon as he and Steve leave this vehicle. 

_____________

“What happened?” Probably ten minutes have moved along and James is the first one to speak. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You deadpan.

If you don’t speak to him, he’ll be left with his own thoughts, particularly those moments where you were terrified and screaming, trapped by the Machine. 

He never wants to hear that sound again. 

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something? Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you. 

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be. 

Fucking beautiful. 

Could some missions involve seducing people for information? He couldn’t read enough to know. 

You’re watching every angle from this cornered vantage point, trying to ensure the chance of survival. 

Any other time, James would’ve definitely asked you out, or at least flirted much better than Steve. 

Instead, all he can do is use this new and rarely liberated time to think, even letting his mind drift to the gutter. 

It’s been too long. Surely decades. James can’t help but wonder if you had someone at home before HYDRA barged through. 

Did you kiss them every night after coming home from work? Did they admire your body? 

You looked perfect, even right now. James quietly fought urges to reach and touch you quickly. Timing is crucial considering how often HYDRA encouraged stealth. 

You would’ve flinched immediately, triggering reflexes to defend yourself and prompt an actual fight. 

Not that he hasn’t seen your work before. 

“It’s been twenty minutes.” You look down at your watch, planning to get the hell out of this car. Sam and Steve are taking too long. 

Seeing black, not red, James whirs his leftward metal hand and reaches out, savagely clutching your wrist to pull one chance away from the door handle. 

The recoil loads, but you can only whimper and he uses that same reach to pull you onto his lap. His jeans have already tented, leaving you to nearly gasp. 

“Feel that?” James clenches those bright teeth, trying not to give himself away while starting to move his clothed hips. 

“Do it, I dare you.” You snip back, immediately noting the way his erection bulges. 

“Trying to get everyone caught? Stay here.” There’s a New York accent lingering through his words and you can’t help melting from within. You finally dry hump against him, barely hiding the mewls of your own voice. 

James wraps both arms around you, especially using his metal arm to really lock down your waist. The fabric of his red Henley shirt absolutely burns his skin, but he can’t take everything off. Not here. 

“Stop.” You then hurry, desperate to actually fuck James while alone in this damn car. There’s only a matter of time before Sam and Steve return after somehow lodging all of you. 

As if told through another  silent command, James unconsciously zips down his jeans. There’s not enough room or time for games. No foreplay, just outright filth. 

“Turn around. Face the back window.” James growls through his accent once more, driving you mad. 

No condoms were found in the piece of shit, either. Despite his true age, James remembers that their model would be far too old for modern times. Of course Steve would pick this one. 

“Hurry.” You rush and lift up your ass for him to see, nearly begging for him to line up with your suddenly dampened entrance. 

“Fuck!” The moment he slides into you from behind, James curses almost too loudly in this car. 

You reach out, barely clutching leather upholstery that blurred straight ahead. Even without a condom he feels too good. His hips push up agianst your bare ass, hitting over and over again. 

You hold back every scream, every call of his name, his real name. Instead of pain surging from HYDRA, you accept this much-needed pleasure, as rare as it is now. 

Out of nowhere, you feel hollow without him moving inside, but ropes of white spill onto your ass, leaving James spent. 

A short time later, his breathing settles. 

Now, both of you have no other choice but to readjust clothes, sit back down, and act like nothing happened. 

When you glance up, both Steve and Sam are walking out of the hotel, completely unfazed. 

That was close. You think to yourself. 

James never responds, simply looking forward. 

________

Four rooms were located in the same hallway. James can’t sleep, barely able to sleep with his blanket almost covering up this floor. 

He’s tossing and turning. Flashes of what just happened with you haunt him. You sounded too good, taking him quite well. 

“Shit.” James rubs his face with the bare right hand, worked up beyond comprehension. 

Just when he dares to slump out of here and find your room, knocking prompts his attention. James bolts up, not armed but alert. 

When he opens the door, you’re standing right there, and lust fills your entire body. 

_______________

This time, both of you are naked. The only sense of reality gives out when James’  leftward metal arm clutches around your hips again. 

You’ve straddled his body again and started riding this man, thankful for soundproof walls. You  set both hands onto his bare chest, screaming or bouncing for him. 

You’re no longer terrified. He can slap your ass. Curse again. Damn-near yell out loud. 

This time, James almost squeals, relieved in the name of his own control. No Cyrofreeze. No swipes. No operative or white coats giving instructions. 

“Come on. So close. Come on.” He calls to you, growling as he moves closer and closer towards the edge. 

“Oh, God!” At that moment, your eyes flutter to the ceiling and you spill again, warming him up as told.

You expect him to fall silent once more, thereby singaling your exit from his room. 

No. 

Instead, you cool down with him and he gently uses his bare right hand to push back your hair, directing eye contact. 

You see it all. 

The yearning. The melancholy. His need for you. His need for this. 

“Stay.” James’ voice croaks. His soul would vanish if you left right now. 

You nod, settling to rest your head on his chest and fall asleep. 

The future can wait.

#tw dark content #dark themes tw #violence tw #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #captain america civil war #mcu movies #movies #smut warning #18+ only #strong language #minors dni #minors do not interact

[cherryysocks]

“Am I bad?”

“No. No, no, Lee- You’re good. All right?”

#bones and all #fan art #bones and all 2022 #my art #made with photoshop #digital art #scene redraws #i absolutely loved this movie and all its aesthetics #i've been trying to make fanart for this for literal months #ive just been having a hard time getting that *essence* right #but damn #those bisexuals really did love eachother #tw blood #tw violence implied #timothee chamalet #taylor russell #coloring is not my strong suit but i had fun w this one

[onewingedsparrow]

This is what blocking bots feels like to me

#sparrow speaks #how's the war going everybody #be strong and tumbl on #never give up the fight #gifs #indiana jones #tw violence #tw gunshot #tumblr things

[randomwriteronline]

"Pohatu."

The voice echoed like a knife hissing as it scratches marble. The prisoner (the only one, completely isolated from the rest of the city), huddled in a nook, shivered a little further away into the corner he'd tucked himself into and held onto himself a little tighter.

He did not respond to his own name.

Deliberate steps moved closer: clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Their rhythm was slow, cold; they accompanied a scrutinizing stare.

They stopped before the cell.

The air felt freezing.

"Pohatu."

The prisoner did not answer.

"You are not stupid. That I know."

The chilling voice was soft. It spoke lowly, taking the time to properly enunciate each and every word perfectly.

"I am certain you know what I am here for."

Once more, only silence replied.

"I would advise you do not make this harder than it already is."

He watched as the prisoner's knuckles shook while tightening around his own trembling shoulders, as though trying to hide his weakness.

"Collaborate. For your own sake."

A sob tore through the room.

Another.

Another.

Another.

"Please," the prisoner finally babbled, voice hoarse from disuse.

Broken.

It was his turn to be faced with the silent treatment. Not a word reached him as he cried inconsolably, naked face pressed against his arms, for what seemed like hours.

His brother stared on, unmoving, expressionless, until the wailing died down and the body slumped on itself from the release of pent up emotions.

"I take it you have returned to your senses."

A crooked whine.

"I do not believe I understood that."

A confused mumbling.

"Speak clearly."

"Yes!" his brother sobbed.

His orange eyes looked into blue ones pleadingly, begging for help, for forgiveness. He watched them furrow, watched clouds of condensation pour from the sides of the white mask.

"You are guilty of a terrible crime."

"Yes."

"You are aware of your misconduct."

"Yes."

"You are aware that I cannot call you brother."

A pained wince: "Yes."

Another long moment of quiet passed.

The prisoner had shifted his gaze onto the floor.

The Toa watched him, fists clenched as tight as he could.

"Are you sure your forgiveness is deserved?"

The body shook from another hysterical sob, as though it had just been struck by a lash: he inhaled sharply a few times, but could not bring himself to speak.

"Answer me."

There was another attempt. Again, nothing came of it.

"Pohatu."

"Please..."

He stared.

He stared at the pitiful thing so powerless and miserable, completely alone, curled on itself on the floor as it shuddered.

"Please..."

He stared at the pitiful thing speaking in a voice that crumbled upon itself like gravel rolling uselessly down the side of a mountain.

"Please, I... Please..."

For a long stretch of time, nothing happened.

Then the door to the cell unlocked.

Pohatu dared to look up: Kopaka stood over him, unflinching, unreadable, hands balled up in fists hard enough to crush boulders between his fingers, looking down with his glimmering blue eyes as the air around him crackled with frost.

He could have so easily torn him apart right now.

Only the two of them, here, in the dark, far away from any other form of life who could have heard any commotion or cared enough to investigate.

Nobody would have even known. Not until it was too late.

Kopaka kneeled before the former Toa and pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand cradling his nape while the other pressed hard on his back to squeeze him closer to himself.

He allowed himself a sigh in relief only when he felt the other's arms wrap around him, his face against the crook of his neck.

Pohatu held him by the waist tight.

"I missed you," he sobbed.

I missed you too, Kopaka could not say despite how desperately he needed to.

He tightened his grip.

Then the pain came.

Blinding and sudden, cruel, immense, so profoundly unexpected that all he could do was choke on his own breath.

His torso fell backwards, bending much farther that it should have. His heartlight pulsed erratically as he heaved, adrenaline rushing through him and locking his every muscle in place. His legs were slumped, completely unresponsive like the rest of his lower body; all that was keeping his entire form from crashing on the pavement like a broken doll were the kind, solid, dependable arms of his brother.

A hand wriggled in the now empty space where it had shattered his spine in a morbidly playful way.

He was laid down gently, all things considered.

His eyes only stared at his butcher wide and thoughtless like those of a helpless Rahi before a much faster predator.

Pohatu smiled down at him sweetly, exactly like he always did.

"I missed your soft spot for me."

He tore his hand out of his brother's spine with a ghastly crackle, not even flinching, to wrap it around his throat. He yanked: Kopaka coughed out an anguished wheeze as a chunk of his neck was thrown out, clattering a few bio across the floor.

Pohatu pressed his thumb between the Toa of Ice's face and his mask, applying just about the slightest leverage possible to part the two. It seemed to take ages, for the 'pop' of a dislodged Kanohi to echo through the silence of Kopaka's frantic breathing; but even with all that time for a counterattack at his disposal, he did not manage to raise even a single finger against the other. He only stared, fearful, shocked, in denial.

His brother laughed in the same way he always laughed - a gentle, booming sound, friendly and pleasant, that warmed one's heart.

"You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to with all your being," he mocked him, making the sneering words seem like yet another lighthearted joke as he twirled the Akaku between his fingers: "And isn't that why Tahu and Photok are dead?"

He looked onto the other's face. He'd seen it so few times - after being overwhelmed by the Piraka on Voya Nui, for example.

He remembered it had been awfully surreal, to see it; almost frightening, but familiar somehow.

It stirred nothing in him now.

How lovely.

Pohatu leaned closer to it, until he could feel the shaky breaths from Kopaka's mouth curl around him. They were barely fresh.

"A shame, eh?"

Blue eyes stared at him, horrified.

What a beautiful thing to see.

"That you couldn't save me after all."

He laughed his usual jovial laugh again as he stood up, joints cracking a bit while he stretched. The Akaku clicked onto him in a perfect fit.

How nice of him: pure unwarranted trust, forgiveness, an open door, a hug, and now even a fairly useful Kanohi to replace the one he'd been stripped of lest he use its powers to break himself out of containment. Truly, he was almost starting to feel spoiled.

Kopaka squirmed between his feet. Was he trying to get away?

He couldn't help but giggle.

"There's your only flaws: you're too smart for a leech to bite you."

Pohatu gifted him the sweetest of his smiles.

"And you love your siblings too much."

The air shattered beneath his foot with a sickening crunch.

Pohatu didn't even spare a glance at his brother as he walked away from his corpse, face crushed to bits making an absolute mess on the cold unfeeling pavement, body twitching before the rigor mortis settled in fully; the Toa of Shadow hummed a mindless, cruel song, something right out of a Makuta's repertoire, as he he made his way into the halls of Metru Nui's colosseum in search of whoever else in this enormous playground would have the honorable misfortune to be his second victim of the day.

#bionicle #pohatu #kopaka #gore tw #violence tw #death tw #random writing #HI HELLO HELLO. WELCOME TO MY SPECIAL CORNER OF HELL #listen to me now. if pohatu turned villanous he would be Near Unstoppable #its one thing having to fight a brother turned evil and its one thing having to fight Pohatu. Everybody's Friend. turned evil #hes already strong af AND he has the advantage of being aware of the above so he can use it to essentially do some psychological warfare #youd never hurt him right? if he smiles like he always does and cries and asks for a second chance? you wouldnt doubt hes sincere... right? #ESPECIALLY THAT EMOTIONAL IF CONSTIPATED IDIOT THAT IS KOPAKA. #pohatu KNOWS where hes weakest (heart) and WILL use that to absolutely fucking demolish him #and kopaka is too attached to him NOT to fall for a heartstring pulling ploy like this little show #hes desperately telling himself he can Fix Him while walking directly in the jaws of the alligator and when he cant he shuts down in denial #i hope this pulls a genuine twist. i was going for a 'you thought this was the tuyet empire AU but here comes a WALLOP' kinda deal #i have no clue abt the logistics of this au btw i was just possessed by the thought of how horrifying an evil pohatu could be

[ravenzeppeli]

⭐️What Caesar Wanted.. No, What You Wanted |Yandere Joseph x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong physical abuse (beating), threats, manipulation, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, strong language, uncomfortable scenes, graphic murder (described in detail). 18+.

At first you felt as if it was a miracle that Joseph Joestar found you, an orphaned Zeppeli with a stand that you couldn’t control and DIO dead on your tracks. He found you and he took you in, basically adopting you as his own three years ago.. him and his wife Suzi Q.. they were all that you had. They became your parents.. the only family that you had since yours was slaughtered by one of DIO’s men.

        Turns out Joseph Joestar was incredibly.. overprotective when it came to your safety. You weren’t to go to school but to be homeschooled and you never left the house without him or Suzi Q. At 16 your freedom was stripped away.. you lost everything but your life was saved. Should you be grateful though? Should you not have done it? Maybe you should tell your story, or at least the worst parts..

       “The adoption papers are final Y/N, but I did not change your last time. You are still a Zeppeli and you always will be but I want you to think of Suzi and I as your family. I will take care of you,” Joseph promised as he sat next to you on his white couch, his green eyes watching you. They were soft.. soft but somehow something evil hinted behind those eyes. “But I am going to have rules- you won’t leave the house without Suzi Q or I and you will be homeschooled. You must be protected.”

        You nodded your head once, not knowing what else to say. You just lost your entire family- your entire bloodline was wiped out and you almost got killed as well. He saved your life and he took you into his home.. you were only 16 years old. You had to listen to him, no matter what. You hoped that he really would protect you.

Three months later…

      “I told you not to leave the house, even for a second! DIO could easily grab you and take you away!” Joseph screamed at you as soon as you entered the home from checking the mail. Hie hand came across your cheek roughly before you were pushed into the wall, your head smacking against the wooden door. “You’re grounded, you will do nothing and you won’t eat for the rest of the day!”

      You dropped the mail, a sharp pain rushing through your head, “ow, fuck!” You cried out, blood dripping from your right nostril, your cheek having a deep sting. “Mr. Joestar, I was just checking the mall for you! Why are you being so cruel to me?!”

         “You will call me father because that’s what I am to you now, I am your father and you will respect me as such! Don’t you ever leave this goddamned house without telling me or I will take my belt off and beat you until you can’t walk anymore!” He yelled at you, hands balling into fists as his fall fo towered over you, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled into a hard scowl. “Watch your fucking self or DIO will kill you and the entire Zeppeli bloodline will be forever lost.”

        You had to remember, the Joestars and the Zeppeli’s have a rich history that was deeply rooted. Mr. Joestar fought alongside your grandfather Caesar Zeppeli. He was a close tie to your family and he was right.. if you died so did the entire Zeppeli bloodline. “Father, I am sorry and I will not do it again,” you forced yourself to say that.. but you made sure that you looked like you meant it.

“Good, you better not do it again either. I will not tolerate you acting like this- your grandfather Caesar would never allowed you to act like this.” He had you cornered against the door, his hands resting on top of yours, pressing them against the door. “Don’t make me hurt you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. I will chain you to your bed if I have to..”

You nodded your head, tears filling your eyes.. he was far for terrifying then DIO, at least with him you would just be killed. This.. this was far worse then death- this was your entire life being stripped away from you; you were a prisoner that could never escape. He let you go, satisfied that you were scared, basking off your fear as you stood shaking in it.

“Good, now go stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall. Hands folded behind your back.. move out that corner without me telling you and I’ll beat your ass,” he snapped, stepping back so you could move. You walked past him swiftly, burying your face in the corner of the wall that he pointed at, your hands folded behind your back. “I’ll let you know when you can leave, until then don’t say a single word.” He left the room, leaving you to stand in the corner.. leaving you to cry as blood dripped from your nose, staining your clothes.

He left you in that corner for 19 hours and made you piss yourself because he wouldn’t let you use the bathroom. Suzi Q never said a thing , she never intervened on the abuse and it destroyed you. When Joseph went away on business trips Suzi would let you leave the house and do as you pleased- it was her guilt for letting you get abused. She would clean you up and she wouldn’t let Joseph starve you but that was it.. you could tell that she was just as scared as you. You didn’t blame her.

Since you didn’t blame her she was safe, you wouldn’t cast any revenge on her and you would let her be. You did let her be.. you sometimes felt conflicted but he was the real enemy. Your grandfather that he fought alongside would be ashamed of his friend, ashamed of how he treated his granddaughter and last living relative. You held no regret in your heart for what it all ultimately led up to.. you did the world a favor.

“Just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave my sight. You will stay by me and you will respect whatever I say,” Joseph said as you stood next to him, his hand wrapping around your arm, squeezing tightly. “I also see the way you’re looking at Polnareff and I want it to stop.. don’t get yourself hurt.” His voice was low, grip tightening to the point to where you felt sharp pain.

Tears filled your eyes as you bit down on your lip.. you knew not to scream, especially on a boat with witnesses around. He would beat you the second the two of you were alone if you spoke out and tried to call him out, he had before- he beat you bloody.

“You know what? I got something for you, you need a lesson,” he muttered as he let go of you. He grabbed your hand, leading you away to below the deck of the huge ship, despite your low sobs that begged for him to let you go. “You think since today’s your 18th birthday and I’m letting you go on this trip with me you’re grown but you aren’t. You fucking aren’t!” He yelled, pushing you into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind him. “You know what to fucking do.”

You stepped away from him, shaking your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this, I’m sorry! I don’t think that I’m grown and I’m not checking him out, you’re mistaken! Please, I don’t want you to do this!” You cried, hands trembling as he started to unfasten his belt. You just wanted to have a peaceful 18th birthday.. why did he have to do this?

         “Turn around and stay standing up straight and I won’t say it again unless you want to pick your teeth off of the fucking floor,” he snapped, clutching the leather belt in his right hand. It was folded twice, his green eyes watching you, grey eyebrows pulled into that damn scowl. “This is what Caesar would have wanted.”

         You shook your head once. “What Caesar wanted.. no, what you wanted. This is what you want, you want to beat me and you want to keep me as your prisoner and since I am weaker then you you can. You’re so strong and powerful.. you’re a hero,” you said softly, causing his face to slightly soften. “But you’re 69 years old.. one day you won’t be stronger then me. One day I will get my revenge and I promise that my face will be the last thing that you will ever see. I will fucking kill you, and I will fucking enjoy doing so Joseph Joestar.” You spat on the ground, meaning the ultimate disrespect to him.

         As quickly as those words came out his stand emerged, purple vines wrapping around your entire body, squeezing you tightly. “You little bitch, you’ll never have the balls to kill me. Do you have the balls to stop me now? Try and call your pathetic stand, maybe you can put a scratch on me.” He walked over to you, his hand roughly slapping your right cheek twice, his eyes wild with rage. You wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

         You didn’t call your stand.. despite how shitty Hermit Purple was you weren’t ready to kill him. You wanted to wait until he was old, until his grandson who had the ultimate fucking stand wasn’t on this boat. Until you got over your guilt of having to kill your long and gone deceased grandfathers friend. One day.. but today is definitely not the day. You had to save Jotaro’s mother.. they weren’t bad like Joseph was- they were good, kind.

        “I do this because I love you, I fucking love you as if you were my own child Y/N Zeppeli. We’re connected, and I want what’s best for you. I’m what’s best for you, I couldn’t save your grandfather but I could save you. Don’t you see? I couldn’t protect him but I can protect you!” He exclaimed suddenly, a wide smile appearing on his face despite tears filling his eyes. “I couldn’t save my best friend but I could save you.”

         You shook your head once more. “I am not your child and I am not my grandfather. Joseph, you can’t replace him with me.. I am not Caesar Zeppeli, I am just his grandchild and nothing more. I will never replace him and I am so sorry for you but.. I hate you.” You finally said it.. you knew that he would hurt you but you still happy that you said it.

       He spun you around, the belt repeatedly beginning to crash onto your upper and lower back at a rapid pace, whip sounds filling the air. “You ungrateful bitch, you should love me! You should love and obey me because I saved you! DIO would have saw no use in you and he would have killed you!” He screamed at you, his deep voice cracking towards the end as he continued crashing the belt onto your back, knocking the wind out of you with each hit.

      You gasped out, no words being able to come out of your mouth. You wiggled violently but Hermit purple didn’t budge- the purple vines were wrapped tightly around you, being the only things that were keeping you held up. “S-stop!” You cried out, your shirt ripping as the belt cut at your back, opening up old wounds and creating new ones. Your entire back.. he’s scarred your entire back- it started three years ago.

       “I hope it hurts good and deep, learn your lesson! You will never speak to me like that again or I will cut your hand off and blame it on an enemy stand user! Don’t you ever test my patience or love for you again!” He practically roared, giving your back three more rough blows before stopping, his stand releasing you, causing you to drop to the cold bathroom floor.

       Your back felt wet.. it was your blood. You knew that from experience, this wasn’t his first time but one day it would be his last. You made a vow after this beating- you would be the one to kill Joseph Joestar and you would enjoy getting your revenge. One day.. but for now you wept on a dirty bathroom floor, your blood pooling around you slowly, oozing between the cracks in the tiles. Yes.. watch me in pain Joseph Joestar, let your broad shadow cast over my shaking and bloodied body because one day I will do the same to you. I will get my revenge.

       37 times.. you stabbed the old Mr. Joseph Joestar 37 times before he died. You stabbed every part of his body aside from his heart and his brain.. yes, those were the one two things you left out. At the ripe old and frail age of 79 years old Joseph Joestar sadly passed away.. sadly he burned alive in his house but thankfully his wife and adopted kid weren’t home. That’s what the news story would say.. and you would pretend to cry and grieve him.

       He was the man that saved your life but he was also the one who mentally destroyed you. You would always have scars all over your body and heart but at least he was finally dead. He died a painful death and you were glad that he suffered, his begs for mercy were still running through your head. That old fuck.. he was the one to piss his pants this time.

       His body was unrecognizable, stab wounds covering every part of his body. His green eyes that would always glare down at you were stabbed out until they were gone forever, his blood now staining the floor. His blood was everywhere.. his body was a shredded pile of meat and bones. He said that you would never have the balls to kill him so you brutally murdered him instead.

         “I’ll see you in hell Joseph Joestar, I will fucking see you in hell,” you muttered as you grabbed the final tank of gas, pouring it all over his deformed body before you backed away, dropping the empty container to the ground. Your old bloodied clothes laid next to him, the knife already cleaned and put away. It would all burn.. every trace of evidence would burn right along with him. You lit a match, throwing it on his body before running out.. you didn’t need to watch him burn, he was already dead. You ran, you just ran and you ran and you ran.. you were free. You were finally free.

#ravenzeppeli #ravenzeppeli yandere #tw violence #tw body horror #tw blood #tw mature #tw childhood trauma #tw child abuse #tw death #tw dead body #tw horror #tw blo0d #tw language #tw strong language #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #tw yandere #tw abuse #tw verbal abuse #joseph joestar #stardust crusaders

[cyarsk52-20]

Someone said shutdown white men until we figure out what is going on. I couldn’t agree more with that because others could never and if I’m wrong may I be struck by a flying ice cream truck… AND LIVE !

#Lewiston #tw white supremacy #robert card #tw mass murder #gun violence #maine #lewiston strong #lewiston shooting #lewiston mass shooting #lewiston maine

[pineapple-coffee]

I don’t post “political” things very often on this blog, but the shooting in Maine has really sparked some rage in me.

I’m American. I live in a state where guns are ESPECIALLY common. I live in fear every day that I’m going to be involved in a mass shooting event. Every time I walk into a public building, I mentally catalogue the exits. I look for a place to hide.

INNOCENT PEOPLE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO DIE TO SHOW POLITICIANS THAT GUNS ARE DANGEROUS AND BAD. THAT SHOULD BE COMMON SENSE.

Use your vote. Research your local politicians and their stance on gun reforms. Call them out when they’re not doing their jobs. And, above all else, stay safe out there.

#a rare political post from me but I had thoughts #tw gun violence #lewiston maine #lewiston strong #elliott’s ramblings